#clonecest

gay people upon ye!

(yeah we did a whole couple's photoshoot, I'll throw them your way for a while hehe)

fox : me

✨💛Happy New Year!💛✨

Match stares blankly at him for another long moment. Tim just smiles blithely at him again. Match narrows his eyes in response, then slides them over to Kon.

". . . how does this work," he says.

"Uh—what?" Kon asks, looking briefly alarmed but mostly confused. "How does—what work, Mat?"

"This," Match repeats as he jerks his head towards Tim, looking irritated.

. . . hm, Tim thinks.

"Do you mean how does foreplay work, how does sex work, or how do I work?" he asks curiously. Match slants his eyes back to him, looking annoyed by the question.

. . . . . . hm, Tim thinks again.

"Or all three?" he asks. Match's expression sours even more.

"What the fuck, man," Kon snorts. "Virgin or not, he's literally got the same junk we do; what's so hard about figuring that out?"

Match—pauses, and then Kon seems to realize exactly what he said, and just barely stiffens. Tim feels Kon's thigh tensing underneath him, and feels Match's thigh very obviously not tensing underneath him.

Well . . . neither one of them had wanted him to touch all of them—or at least, neither one of them had wanted to admit to wanting him to touch all of them—so it's not really an unexpected reaction.

"You do realize my junk is lot less invulnerable than either of yours?" Tim asks wryly, raising an eyebrow at Kon and giving them both the excuse to not think about anything else about anything else that isn't "the same" there. "I really need you to tell me you realize that, Kon."

"Dude, what do you even think we're gonna do to your squishy human dick?" Kon asks, making a face at him before laughing instead. Match just looks skeptical. Both options are an improvement on the tension—or the total lack of tension. Tim knows exactly how Kon fights, obviously, but he's learned a few things about how Match fights lately too—or rather, how Match fights when he isn't pretending to be Kon—and neither of those reactions belong in this situation at all.

"Why does it matter if he's invulnerable or not?" Match asks, giving Kon a skeptical look. "We're both here."

Cerberus and Cheshire.

Doggirl mech pilot and catgirl cyborg assassin.

Lily is older by like 3 months, but they’re both incomplete clones of the same “source”. A foxgirl agent, Tulip, for the mega corp that made them. She acts as like their aunt and trains them, before dying when they’re around 10.

The “twins” are then separated into different departments for like the next 13 years, only able to physically meet up with each other when they’re finally stationed on the same city again.

You know those cats that over groom because of anxiety? Yeah that's why Dogma's hairline is like that.

non-kitty version under the cut