#robotogato

"Clones really don't get soulmarks, though," Kon says in frustration. "It doesn't even make sense that I'd have one."

"Well, I suppose there's the possibility that I just want you so badly that it happened anyway," Lex Luthor muses idly. "A Luthor doesn't generally accept being denied what they want."

"Very fucking funny," Kon mutters, shooting him a glower. "I'm being serious here, asshole."

"Hm," Lex Luthor observes, inspecting him neutrally. "Not even a moment where you let yourself want to believe that, was there."

"Why would I wanna believe that a bastard like you wanted me?" Kon sneers at him.

"Because I am the only person in the multiverse who would burn down reality for you without hesitation," Lex Luthor says like he's talking about the weather or something. Like he's just stating a totally inconsequential fact or reiterating something as obvious as the sky being blue.

Like there's no question there at all.

"I hope you fucking die and I hope it fucking hurts," Kon hisses as the whole world seems to bleed red, just about choking on his fury.

"Well, it will if you don't close your eyes," Lex Luthor says, raising an eyebrow at him. "Quickly, ideally."

"Wh–" Kon is almost stupid enough to ask, and then he realizes and immediately screws his eyes shut, snapping his hands up over his face just in case.

His eye sockets feel like they're on fire.

"Ah, I suppose I live another day," Lex Luthor says. "Rage and anger are notable triggers for the heat vision, if you're still unfamiliar. And apparently arousal as well, although I have very definitely never encountered that version so I can't say if it's more or less potent than rage."

"How do you even know about it, then?" Kon asks, hating that he can't trust himself to look at the bastard without killing him. Lex Luthor could be doing any stupid fucked-up thing right now and he'd have no fucking clue.

"I am a very intelligent person who can afford very good information," Lex Luthor says. "And I am also more intimately familiar with Kryptonian DNA than quite possibly anyone else on this planet, Superman included."

"Superman has Kryptonian DNA," Kon retorts dubiously.

"He does," Lex Luthor agrees. "His special little gift from dumb luck and blind chance. Some of us actually had to put in a bit of effort to get that kind of power, though."

"You don't have that kind of power," Kon says. "You have money and the fucking bullshit fear that you put into people."

"Ah, but I have you now," Lex Luthor counters mildly. "Now don't I."

"You don't," Kon snaps.

"Oh, give it sixteen years or so," Lex Luthor says, making a dismissive gesture as Kon's eyes finally stop burning long enough for him to risk a glare at him. "Your full powerset should be in by then, and I imagine I'll have had a bit of time to change your mind somewhere in there."

"I don't care what whatever custody law bullshit says about it, I'm not gonna stay with you," Kon says tightly. "Sure as shit not for the next sixteen years!"

"Oh?" Lex Luthor asks, raising an eyebrow at him. "Then where exactly are you intending to go long-term? Just planning to stay in a lab for the rest of your life?"

"Why the fuck not?" Kon says in exasperation.

Lex Luthor's eyes narrow.

"Oh," he says like a realization. "Someone's actually made you assume that you belong in a lab, haven't they."

"Yeah, I can't think of a single unrepentant bastard who might've had a hand in me belonging in one of those," Kon bites off darkly. "Real fucking mystery there, huh."

Happy Halloween. Here’s a “honeycrisp” apple.

I have some blue flowers that I don’t know where they came from. And some red flowers with yellow rings on them. I’m actually a little frustrated with the flowers bc new ones keep appearing in places I don’t want them lol

Sounds like orange pansies(the red and yellow ones)! And yup, I’m Mandrake on the switch

Unfortunately, if it rains, or if villagers water flowers for shits and giggles, flowers will pop up.

I’m very much enjoying the Billy adopts Superboy wip. You always have the best ideas and I love your writing.

Kaldur: You seem to be warming up to people. I am glad to see it, my friend.

Lynn: . . . sure.

Wally: Dude, I thought you said no capes?

Lynn: . . . . . it's a cloak.

Dick: Why do you glow now? Did you glow before? I'm pretty sure you didn't glow before.

Lynn: . . . . . . . . . /just walks away

You can burn flowers?

Hehe nope, but I wish I could tbh, my quest to get orange, purple, and black tulips led to having a ton of red/white/yellow 8|

Same with pansies

I feel a little like Jane Goodall when I see your anons.

Yep. The more minority qualifiers they can collect (funny enough, they also count "minor" among those) the more impossible it gets that they could be wrong in any way or behaving badly - in their minds, at least. People who stop to think for five seconds know that marginalisation is no excuse to be a total arse to people and harass them, but hey, you can't expect that of them. Also interesting that usually, other people with these qualifiers must be lying or ignorant, because otherwise they couldn't possibly disagree with them.

What they think they'll achieve is to feel better about themselves. They're so full of negative emotions against everyone, including themselves, that they need to lash out and put others down. It's where they derive their selfworth and identity as A Good Person™ from. If they're not better than this over there "freak", then who are they? What are they worth? Nothing. So they go and seek validation in the only way they know. And if they’re shown firm boundaries, they can’t cope. So they devolve into frothing at the mouth screeching and sometimes even threats of violence, rape, death. Anything to bring back that feeling of superiority that they crave so much and which they know deep down is completely unjustified.