#Crossovers and Fusions

[k2ntwo]

Living in Interesting Times is done!

Chapter 4, the last chapter, of Living in Interesting Times has been posted. I hope you enjoy my little Sherlock/Valdemar crossover tale.

[irischroma]

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[akanemnon]

Maybe they shouldn't have brought up Asriel... The aftermath

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[k2ntwo]

Oh crossovers and fusions for me please.

I know some of these can be grouped into the same category, so just pick one that suits you the most

[intotheelliwoods]

Alright gang, heres Avocado Toast! :) The Steven Universe style fusion between Sprout and Poptart!

All assorted art and asks and posts related to them will be under the tag #freshavocado <- <-

Here is a bunch of notes, some have links to related art:

-First and foremost, the fusion is the literal embodiment of self love. It is going to be super hard to catch them without a smile!

-The initial fusion happened by complete accident! Poptart joined Sprout for the night for insomnia mixed with feeling cuddly reasons. In the morning they woke up fused haha!

-Sprout didnt tell anything to poptart about his fusion with Big Leo and that it was possible for them to do the same, it was after their initial first accidental fusion that he opened up more about the concept and his experience

-You can often find Toast hugging themselves and fidgeting with their hands! A related thing to note is that it takes the fusion a while to learn how to use two arms on the same side without bonking them into eachother, and also takes a while to learn how to not fall off balance with so much arm weight on one side without being on the other!

-Clothes are not part of the fusion, when they unfuse the result is either Poptart or Sprout in some VERY oversized clothes haha

-The fusion between Big Leo and Sprout is the same fusion! Same personality! But minus the 'Toast' part of the name, back then the fusion was just named Avocado!

-Related to what is above, there is a thought in the back of the fusions mind thinking that they would never get to exist again, up until Poptart showed up that is allowing them to exist once more, and they cannot thank Poptart enough for that

-The first time Big Leo and Sprout fused (Avocado) was different than Sprout and Poptarts (Toast) first time fused. With Avocado, they fused the same way Poptart and Sprout did (cuddles) but this never happened before, the fusion panicked instead. However the fusion was too strong and stable to unfuse. Big Leo and Sprout didnt know how to even unfuse after all! Anyways they spend the whole day fused and trying to hide themselves from the family while also figuring out how to move with the new body haha

-Toast is, hilariously enough obsessed with Sprout and Poptart and loves to see pictures and hear stories of them, some part of the fusion wishes it was possible for them to meet the Leos they are composed of

-Sometimes when Sprout is having a really bad chronic pain day, Poptart offers to fuse with him as a way to 'share the pain' since Toast has twice the amount of pain tolerance, and can handle the pain way better than Sprout can

-Similar to whats above, at some point both Sprout and Poptart become reliant on Toast to fight for them in physical battles. Sprout doesnt want to fight, it hurts, and he hurts even after the fight, but Toast can fight for him pain free. Poptart is tired of trying to learn a new fighting technique and is often upset he is not as strong as he used to be, but Toast is strong and knows how to fight.

-lmao they also become reliant on Toast to do chores

-What Sprout and Poptart remember doing fused depends on how emotional and stable the fusion was

-An amazing idea thanks to @dianagj-art that I am in love with is that Poptart/Sprout and Toast often pre record videos and write notes to eachother to say hello in the only way they really can. Toast loves to see and understand who they are composed of and whos love they represent. While Sprout and Poptart love to see who they can become

Crossover notes with @dianagj-art:

-The initial time they fuse and form Toast, Sprout is so happy he gets to feel what it is like again. He missed the feeling. The fusion is super fun and cheerful at first, but with time Poptart gets tired and wants to stop. While Sprout insists they keep staying together because he doesnt want to lose the feeling again. Due to this the fusion slowly becomes more and more loopy and unresponsive throughout the day and zones out frequently. Eventually Oneion asks whats wrong before realizing what is going on inside their head, and is the outside trigger to get Sprout to finally let go.

-Out of everyone else, Toast has the best chance of getting on One-Ones good side out of the excitement of another Leo fusion like them. Unfortunately in Toasts attempts to befriend One-One through some sparring, it does not go well....

-Toast is a perch for One and Oneion... do you understand.....

[landwriter]

Hi! I hope you feel better soon!

This is a great prompt by @academicblorbo about Hob Gadling being the landlord of the Dead Boys. It has a wonderful fill already by @omgcinnamoncakes but I’d love to see what you come up with for it!

Alternative prompt from me if that doesn’t work for your brain: remember the date between Jenny and Maxine? How about one between Jenny and Esther? Poor Jenny is going to really question her taste in beautiful blonde women 😭

Thank you! I saw ‘landlord’ and ‘decades’ and blacked out. I love Hob having them as tenants. Maybe even before the modern day meeting in Sandman.

The Sandman/Dead Boy Detectives, 2.4k, G Dream/Hob, pre-slash, alternating/outsider POV, found family, a reunion and revelations etc.

---

Hob did not, strictly speaking, have tenants. It was more of a minor haunting. Pun intended.

The small room above the pub and below his flat wasn’t worth charging anyone rent for; when he first bought the building he had put a handsome oak desk in there and some bookshelves before wondering who he was possibly keeping up appearances for. Who was he going to take back upstairs that would stop and say, Wait, can I see your office? So he’d left it as more or less an abandoned room.

When he realized a pair of boys were using it as their clubhouse, he didn’t do anything at first. He saw them quietly coming and going a couple times, disappearing around the corner of the first landing. Brazen things. He meant to call after them, but the shout had died in his throat. He’d been young once. He still remembered the need to get away from it all. It was only when he went to check if they’d been making a mess of the room that he discovered it was still locked.

He’d crouched down and inspected the latch and found no marks at all. Huh, he’d said, and jiggled it again, and been a little more interested in whatever clever way they were getting into it after they disappeared up his stairs. Then he didn’t see them for weeks, and assumed they had gotten bored and stopped.

Until they came back. In the middle of an argument, striding through the pub like they owned it. Hob straightened up as they passed him.

“I cannot believe you broke the mirror.”

“I was in a rush! It’s not my fault you forgot you needed Arcana Incantatum after we arrived at the church. And found the demon.”

“I hardly forgot, I only made the mistake of assuming you would know to pack it by now.”

Hob raised his eyebrows. The boys disappeared into the back hallway. He followed them as they went upstairs, too preoccupied with their drama to notice Hob. They turned onto the landing, still carrying on. Even as they walked through the door. The locked, closed door.

Hob blinked. Then he drew his keys from his pocket and opened the door. The boys were still inside. One of them was pulling a mirror out of a backpack that was several times too small for it. They didn’t even look up, and Hob wondered how he couldn’t possibly have put it together earlier. He cleared his throat.

“Hello, boys.” That caught their attention. Hob grinned. “Seems we’re neighbours.”

---

Edwin abhorred getting involved with the living. He and Charles got along perfectly well on their own. They were a duo. An intrepid pair. Best mates, like Charles often stressed whenever he was about to ask something particularly ridiculous of Edwin. They were solid together. As solid as two ghost boys could be. The living, though, were messy and unpredictable.

Perhaps the most salient fact at present: Charles invariably became attached to them.

“He’s sad, mate. I can see it in his eyes.”

“You said those exact words in ‘94 about a dog. At least ask Hob himself.”

Before you decide to adopt him too.

Hob Gadling, irritatingly, was unobjectionable on every ground Edwin could think of. He had made no imposition upon them. When he found them, he only asked them their business, and then told them he was usually downstairs, or upstairs, if they needed anything they couldn’t procure themselves. He had an interest in rare and old books, as it happened. In explaining this, he had also hinted at being far older than his looks would suggest, which vexed Edwin twice over. He knew his curiosity would not be slaked until he talked to Hob, but then he would be the one getting involved with the living, and Charles would hardly let him forget it.

“Do you think he’s really immortal? Mate’s far too calm. Last week I saw him stop a fight downstairs by stepping right between these huge blokes. He just said something and smiled and they backed right off.” Charles lit up. “Do you reckon he’d teach me how to do that? Conflict de-escalation, innit? I could show him some moves with the cricket bat, I bet. Oh, do you think he’s a cricket fan?”

It was obviously a hopeless case, and since the Dead Boy Detectives never took on hopeless cases, there was only one course of action that remained. Edwin had long since disabused himself of the notion he needed to breathe. He had no beating heart, yet when he was startled, he would find himself clutching his chest. Now, he exhaled slowly through his nose in an entirely superfluous sigh of resignation. “Well, Charles, shall we go talk to him?”

---

When the millennium came around, Hob found himself celebrating it with his accidental tenants. There was something gloriously satisfying about being able to make a toast to the next one and have it taken seriously. He’d asked them if they had something better to do - spectral trouble to get into et cetera - and they both looked at him with almost identical put-upon and incredulous expressions.

Hob had a terrible suspicion they thought they were taking care of him as much as he thought he was taking care of them.

Edwin, with his insatiable curiosity and, deep underneath it, something Hob thought he recognized from himself: a sharp animal ferocity and a refusal to go until he’s good and done, natural laws be damned. Charles, still brightly, painfully alive for a ghost - who should be alive still, by all rights, but nothing of this life was fair - who joked to cover up hurt in a way Hob knew too, and glowed any time Hob turned so much as a kind word to him.

He wondered what they saw when they looked at him.

The year ticked over, and technology kept working. Charles grinned innocently and said he could probably possess the telly and break it that way if Hob wanted?

Hob’s heart twinged. He knew they weren’t his, not to keep, but it seemed that teenagers didn’t change at all over the centuries, even if the boys were only sort of teenagers in the way Hob was only sort of in his thirties. It didn’t change that they’d been punted from the mortal coil before having a chance to grow up, and figure out the kind of men they were, and make their own choices and fuck up and try to be better than their fathers, and everything everyone deserved. Hob had made more than his share of mistakes. They hadn’t been given the chance to make nearly any at all.

So they made toasts to the new millennium, to the detective agency, to themselves, all stuck out of time in different ways and refusing to move on for different reasons, and Hob allowed himself to think of Robyn and privately pretend that they were his all the same.

---

A week later, Hob was reminded of the other universal traits of teenagers when he mentioned his stranger and both boys began to grill him with terrifying alacrity. Before turning to his dating life, like ravening bloody wolves. When Edwin had asked, in a specifically nineteenth century manner that Hob remembered all too well, if Hob had always been unmarried, he’d nearly put his head in his hands.

“It can be hard for me to associate with the living too, you know. For obvious reasons.”

Charles had turned to Edwin and hissed “See? I told you.”

Right in front of him. Nobody had taught them manners.

“Manners, Charles,” replied Edwin loftily. “We will, of course, respect your privacy. A man is entitled to his secrets.”

“You’ll go upstairs and rifle through my personal things, is what you’ll do,” said Hob.

Charles coughed to hide his laugh. Edwin flushed and looked away. Hob snorted, and told them about Eleanor and Robyn. Properly. It was a strange relief. He’d told the story wrong for plausibility’s sake so many times he had been worried he’d forget the truth of it one day.

They had listened, and been remarkably quiet until Charles piped up and offered to set him up with a ‘really fit’ ghost. Hob had roundly shut that down. Woefully, not all explanations were satisfying enough. Charles cornered him again the next morning while he was cleaning the bar.

“No, mate, I still don’t get it.” Hob was about to say he no more wanted to be with someone who couldn’t feel pleasure from his touch than someone who would grow old and be taken from him while he stayed the same, when Charles went on, bafflingly, to ask, “Why don’t you meet your mysterious friend more often than once a century?”

Hob sighed. “Adults are often busy, Charles.” Nevermind that he had begun to wonder the same since the eighteenth century. He’d always just assumed time passed differently for his stranger.

Charles just laughed and perched himself on the bar top. “Ooh, low blow. We’re busy too, you know. Plenty of cases to solve.”

“Really,” said Hob. “You’re busy. Right now.”

Charles waggled his eyebrows.

“Charles, I am not a case,” said Hob, sternly as possible. “I’m not even a ghost. He’s not a ghost. No ghosts.”

“We could investigate. Maybe ghosts are involved. What even is he? Why every hundred years? Is it some sort of Persephone situation?”

Hob bit his lip against shouting I don’t know! I don’t know anything about him! Instead, he tried to smile, and felt it come out as a wince instead. “He’s very private.”

Charles scowled. “Yeah, obviously. You don’t even know his name. He can’t be that good of a friend if he’s too busy to see you more than once a century.”

Hob couldn’t see the expression on his own face, but he saw Charles’ shocked reaction well enough. It was so long ago for him, and still Hob knew at once what Charles saw now: that first time you manage to visibly hurt a grown-up’s feelings, people who seemed too old and too stern to actually feel pain, when you’d been going around kicking at them like a new foal, just to stretch your legs.

“Sorry,” said Charles, instant regret chasing his surprise. He was a good kid.

“It’s alright,” said Hob. He meant it. He looked down at the shining bartop. His hands were restless with the urge to light a cigarette. He gave in. It wasn’t like Charles would be dying of lung cancer any time soon if he decided to follow Hob’s example. “I don’t think he would say he’s very good at being a friend either. Truth is, I’d love to see him more often. But we had an awful fight the last time we met. If he forgives me, I’ll have to ask.”

“Mates always make up,” said Charles earnestly. He was such a good kid.

“I suppose they do.” Charles still looked sorry, and Hob clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey. Thanks for looking out for me, Charles.”

Charles beamed at him. “Always. We’ve got your back, me and Edwin.”

---

Charles couldn’t bloody believe it. Hob’s friend was here. There was nobody else it could be. He and Edwin were watching from a nearby table, pretending to be absorbed in their own conversation. Neither man noticed them. They were too busy looking at each other.

He couldn’t imagine spending more than a century apart from Edwin. The way Hob had talked about him and his stranger over the years, it sometimes seemed like they were best mates too, no matter how little they saw each other. He was dead sure that’s what had Hob looking so gutted when he thought nobody was looking. He had known they would make up, though. Maybe now Hob would be happier.

“Charles, we really ought not eavesdrop,” hissed Edwin. Right as he scooted his chair closer, the cheeky hypocrite. Hob and his friend were talking too quietly to properly hear, their heads bent together. Lots to catch up on, Charles reckoned. A hundred years. He couldn’t stop thinking about the number. It seemed impossible. Funny, he couldn’t imagine that long away from Edwin, but he could imagine spending that long being best mates. There was nobody he’d rather hide from Death with.

Hob’s face was doing something strange as his long-lost friend talked. Then Hob moved and grasped him by the shoulders, so tight that his knuckles stood out in relief. The man said something in low tones and Hob shook his head, and then pulled him in for a hug. The man stiffened and then relaxed, and his arms came up around Hob’s.

Their cheeks both looked wet.

Charles swallowed and it felt suddenly a little like he was choking. He should look away, only he couldn’t.

“They must be great friends,” said Edwin softly.

“Yeah,” he managed to croak. We won’t ever need to have a reunion like this because I’m never going to lose you, mate. I won’t let them take you. It was stuck behind the phantom lump in his phantom throat. His hand, without him telling it to, reached out and grabbed hold of Edwin’s. Edwin squeezed it hard, and Charles knew he didn’t have to make his voice work after all.

Then the man pushed Hob away, but only far enough to grab his face and pull him back again, thumbing over Hob’s cheeks, and beside him, Edwin honest-to-god gasped, and then Charles momentarily forgot how thoughts worked too.

---

It happens thus: in the New Inn, just next door to the White Horse, some 639 years after they first met, Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless share their first kiss. Neither, if they had bothered to think about it, would have intended to have an audience, but it’s a well-known fact that some kisses cannot wait, and theirs was chief among them, being that it had so much to say, and was so very long overdue.

I missed you, it said, and I came back, it said, and Please don’t go away from me again, and I could not.

And atop them, like blankets, were laid invisible the daydreams of those who saw them, including two long-dead boys, whose dreams were woven from the fresh and unaccounted-for possibilities of Hob kissing his mysterious stranger. Another man, thought Edwin. His best friend, thought Charles. Dream was the only one who could have heeded this, but he did not, because Hob Gadling was holding him tight and daydreaming loudly of this kiss and more, of this today and tonight and tomorrow, ever greedy and ever easily pleased, and Dream could hear nothing at all over their clamouring and comingled joy; the bright gold daydream between the scant space of their bodies that sounded so much like at last.

[spycemel]

You know what, fuck you. *Turns the funny Angel and Machines into bugs*

My brother forced me to play through the Pantheon of Hallownest while I was taking a break from trying to P-Rank Layer 7. So now these exist.

I'm also planning to do Minos and Sisyphus Prime eventually, alongside maybe-possibly some enemies and the Earthmover.

HALLOWNEST IS DEAD FULL

SOUL IS FUEL

[k2ntwo]

@inevitably-johnlocked Crossovers and fusions you say? I’ve written a bunch of ‘em.

2.5 Holmes: Bondlock with a side of Hetalia. 3 big stories and a whole bunch of snippets. Complete with a handy dandy timeline to keep everything straight.

Metamorphosis: A novel sized Bondlock with a side of Patricia Briggs’ werewolves.

The Emerald Falls: Technically this is Sherlock crossed with HP Lovecraft but is really an homage to Mr. Gaiman's A Study in Emerald. The latter, if you haven't read it, go do so immediately via the handy link!

A Piece of Eight: Avast there readers; a series with Sherlock crossed with One Piece IN SPACE.

Evidentiary My Dear Watson: Sherlock and Callahan's Cross-Time Saloon series. Puns, wordplay and a feghoot in every story.

London is Strange: Wherein Sherlock and Dr. Strange combine and John is the master of the London Sanctum.

The Carbuncle Heist: A short where the goose from the Untitled Goose Game wandered into the Sherlock fandom. *Honk*

Living in Interesting Times: Valdemar and Sherlock. A relatively short story. Last chapter should be posting shortly.

I also happen to have a bunch of crossover's bookmarked on AO3 but I think most if not all of those are already on your lists. Thank you BTW, I know some of those I bookmarked I found via one of your lists or another.

Hello dear!

I was wondering how do you think about Sherlock crossovers ( art and fics) . Fan or not?

Hi Lovely!

I LOVE them!! I love reading about my fave ships in other universes, AND I've drawn my own versions in my time, hahha. Seriously thought, there was a while where I was ONLY reading Crossover or Fusion fics, hahah.

Here are some lists you can check out!

Fairy Tales and Fantasy

TV, Movies, and Books AU (Fantasy Pt. 2)

Wonderful Life AU

Sherlock / Hannibal Crossovers

Science Fiction / Fantasy

Urban / Modern Fantasy

Faes / Faeries

Disney-esque Fics

Moulin Rouge AU

Crossovers & Fusions Pt 1

Crossovers & Fusions Pt 1.5 (MFLs)

Doctor Who Crossover Fics (MFLs)

Dragonlock AU (MFLs)

TV Show AU

Sherlock x  Good Omens Crossovers

If anyone has any new ones to add, please do!

[cuineart]

Continuation that nobody asked for: Seiyuu Fusion part 7! Use “seiyuu fusion” tag to see the others.

Lmao what would be his name? Getouka Giyūru?🤣 The Cursed Hashira, or Cursed Water Sorcerer? What do you think of how his power would be?👀

I love fusions, it's a fun practice to try to mix up features!

my fusions are based on characters with same voice (Japanese)… And these 2 even share color palette lmao 🤣 I'm not sure of the katana with orb design but wanted to add it somehow haha

also, I can't promise that I will do, but you can leave suggestions for possible future ones 👀 remember the rule 👆 for if I get inspired and have the time hehe

[saltylovesvessels]

Another Steven fusion- BILL!?? HEY GET THAT GUY OUT OF THERE!!

tryna think of a name for this guy, Stell?? (sounds like steal) Stebill?? Stevill?

[k2ntwo]

Interesting Times - Chapter 3 Is Up

Chapter 3 of Interesting Times is up. This is a Sherlock (TV) and Valdemar (Mercedes Lackey) crossover. You don't need to know much, if anything, about the latter fandom.

[k2ntwo]

Even More Series to Read

A seriously late to the party self promotion here: Once you have finished the above mentioned series (Which are all excellent - go read them right now if you haven't already), and you still need reading material then the following tales of mine might prove interesting if you are in the mood for some crossover/fusion.

2.5 Holmes ( https://archiveofourown.org/series/58479 ) This is a monster crossover between Sherlock, James Bond, and Hetalia with 193K words in 13 works. It is the story of Mycroft, Sherlock and their half-brother Quentin who just happens to be Q in the James Bond universe. The snippets were written in response to prompts and thus are not in chronological so I provided a time line with links as the last work to allow folks to read them in order.

A Piece of Eight (https://archiveofourown.org/series/518017) This one fuses Sherlock and One Piece into a space opera setting. It starts with the tale of how Sherlock managed to get home from his hiatus then continues with further interactions between Sherlock, John and various One Piece characters. This one is 30K in 5 works.

Evidentiary My Dear Watson (https://archiveofourown.org/series/80812) Anyone up for 14K in 3 works with Sherlock and John as quasi regular patrons of Callahan's Cross Time Saloon? Avoid this one if you are not a fan of puns and associated word play and each and every tale has at least one feghoot enclosed.

A Series of Fortunate Stories

I love it when I discover the story I've been reading is part of a series.

Authors use a series to add one-shots to a longer work, to thematically link a group of stories, to keep short prompt-inspired stories together, or to create a novel-like story told in parts. Subscribing to a series lets me look forward to the next installment, whether it's a continuation of the story, or simply another trip through the same universe. Whether it takes a week or a year to see the next part, it's always a happy surprise to see a new story.

Here are some of the series that I've loved since I started reading fanfiction on Ao3. In truth, there are too many to mention here. Please share your favorite series, your own or another author's!

Missing Pages by @plaidadder

This is a group of interlinked short stories which tell the story of how Holmes and Watson really came to be separated at the Reichenbach Falls, and how they found each other again. Each story is in the form of a document--a letter, a journal, a surveillance report, an affidavit, etc.--which is linked to one or more ACD canon tales.

This is series engrossed me when I joined Ao3. Because I started as an ACD writer, I was excited to read this wonderful synthesis of canon, Granada Holmes, and pure inventiveness. @plaidadder is a wonderful author. I owe her so much.

You Go To My Head by @jbaillier

This series is an alternate universe one, featuring the exciting medical and romantic adventures of doctors Watson (senior neuroanaesthetist) and Holmes (neurosurgeon).

Along with @plaidadder 's series, this was among the first I read in the fandom. What is most perfect about this series-- the subtle and true characterizations, the exquisite writing, the medical realism, or the fact that there are 23 stories? Even if you binge-read the series, it will take you many happy days to read the nearly 1 million words @jbaillier has written.

Oubliette by @gardnerhill

A treatise on love and grief.

An ACD series built around an episode where Watson is kidnapped and held in an oubliette until Holmes can rescue him. An absorbing Watson Whump tale that becomes a romance. Grown to 19 parts. and still growing, I hope. Many other series by this author as well.

The Summer Boy by @khorazir

About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock.

It was probably the beautiful art work I saw here on tumblr that first drew me to @khorazir. I fell in love with this series, the deep exploration of Sherlock's past alongside case fic. A fourth installment is currently a WiP, much anticipated by me and others.

Dawn Before the Rest of the World by PoppyAlexander / @fuckyeahfightlock

In one of the grand houses of England in the 1920s, butler Sherlock Holmes is wooed to pieces by the world's most romantic gardener, John Watson.

What can I say? I love the era and how the author has realised the characters in the setting. So glad to see that the completion status is still: Complete? No.

Drawn to Stars by @totallysilvergirl

After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being.

I think almost everyone has read the first story in this series; it is a Classic (with a capital C) in the fandom. But did you know there are five stories in the series? And I hear rumours that another is on the way. When you read a story like this, you don't want it to end, and it's delightful to know that it continues.

The Postcard Tales by @mydogwatson

This author has 19 series of short fiction, of which I am highlighting just one: Postcard Tales. (See also Postcard Tales II, III, IV, Interlude, and Virtual Postcard Tales). So many gems in all her collections, beautifully-written short stories set in ACD and BBC universes. Many favorite stories here. Bookmark this page: a perfect place to pick up something short to read that will not disappoint.

Imagination (2020) by @notjustamumj and @scrub456

A year long, multi-fandom, prompt challenge/collaboration.

This series took me through the Great Pandemic of 2020. Every day a new microfic morsel and art to look forward to! Fourteen parts, each with an alphabet full of story/art.

@notjustamumj has 76 series to her name. Seventy-six! And @scrub456 has 23 series of stories and art. In the face of such prolific talent, I can only bow in admiration. These little bits of art and happiness are a multi-fandom treasure.

I can see I need to write a second installment of this post. There are so many other series I have loved. Please reblog, sharing your own favourites!

[minijenn]

MK FUSIONS MY BABIESSSSS seriously I love these three so much and drawing them again in the year of our lord 2024 is so magical. Stepper and Maven especially golly they're just Sublime.

[reineydraws]

every time i see someone talk about a damian on my dash, it's always like, "is it wayne or desmond?"

(btw the al ghul wayne family portrait--and anya's grapple gun in the first image--is based off this forger family portrait)

[soranatus]

Neon Genesis Shin Godzilla By Daniel Douglas

[arttsuka]

ford and stan as catdog

You unlocked memories I didn't know I had