#I think this is what the prompt meant??

[opalmoon-tree]

day 5 of dogmanuary

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

A whole new meaning to Gay Chicken.

(For: Anonymous raffle winner!)

[puppetmaster13u]

3am Prompt/Au Idea

What if, like love evil Dick in DC Vampires, more power to him, but like, imagine for a second...

Bruce, after finding out one of his kids is the self-proclaimed Vampire King, just holds up his hand, gathers up said kids into a room and just-

"I am not mad-" Several exchange looks that are half alarmed and half guilty, seeing as they're unsure why they've been gathered up at this moment. "-nor am I disappointed."

Bruce, fully channeling dad mode, "But what did we agree on for world domination plans?" (Somewhere a snooping hero chokes)

"Not to do it when you're on world so you don't have to at least attempt to stop us?"

"Exactly. Now, which one of you broke the rule and now has new medical information you didn't inform Alfred of...?"

[silicon-puppy-pudding]

Can Fright Knight x Batman be a thing? Is it already a thing? I just saw this post where Frighty is acting as Danny's dad and I just want something with Fredric Knight meeting Bruce like..

Bruce is happy Daimian is making friends. This new kid, Daniel "call me Danny" Knight, seems nice. Kid might be a meta or something, with the way his eyes reflect like a cats and how he seems to always be cold, but he doesn't seem to be a bad kid and his background seemed to check out.

Yesterday Damian had invited Danny over for a sleepover and Bruce was stoked. Dami is having a friend over! A civilian friend! This is so normal and great! Danny had said his father would be picking him up the next day and would show up on his motorcycle (which was apparently named Nightmare?)

Bruce is in the sitting room close to the entrance when Alfred goes to buzz the gate for Danny's father. After a few minutes, he can hear Alfred walking the man in and explaining that "young Master Damian will be down with young Daniel in a few minutes. Till then, maybe you'd like to speak with Master Bruce?"

Bruce almost falls out of his seat when this almost 7 foot tall hunk of a man walks in, with his long raven black hair with a streak of gray down the center, all pulled back into a low ponytail. His bright green eyes have that same, almost glowing, shine that Danny's have and he's got a neat bit of stubble on his sharp jaw. He holds himself tall and seems to scan the room before setting his gaze on Bruce, who is using all his will to not ogle at this gorgeous man in front of him.

He stands to greet him and, oh God, he may actually be 7ft. "You must be Danny's dad, right?" He offers his hand to shake, "Bruce Wayne. I'm happy to see my son making friends with such a nice kid."

The behemoth of a man stares at his hand for just a moment to long before he shakes it and introduces himself, "Fredric Knight. I'm also glad my son is making friends." He says with the hint of a smile, "He's been a bit reclusive since we came here and I don't believe that's been healthy for him."

The two fathers talk for a bit, Bruce doing his best to be Batman ever now and then to make sure this guy isn't a potential threat. After some time, Danny and Damien walk into the room with Danny's bags, "Hey Dad, hi Mr. Bruce. Sorry that took so long," he says as he walks over to Fred (Bruce was told he could call him that) and half hugs the man, "Dami has a snake and he let me feed her!" Fred looks down at his son and pats his head, "That sounds interesting, little prince. Was it a frightful creature?"

As father and son speak, Bruce notes how fond Fred seems of Danny. The 'little prince' name seemed cute and pretty fitting with the last name. He also notes how Fred seemed to relax just a bit the moment Danny walked into the room (the same way he would after his children returned from patrol safe and unharmed), huh.

They say their goodbyes and the father-son duo are escorted out. Bruce and Damien watch as they ride down the driveway, Danny doing his best to wave at them from between his father's arms.

"We should invite the both of them over for dinner." Bruce says with a hand on his son's shoulder, "Fred seems like an interesting character, don't you think?"

"Father,"

"Yes Damian?"

"Please do not seduce my friends father."

[constelationprize]

Thinking many many thoughts about how Jean was Riko's partner for a YEAR and was still rooming with Goon #3. Because that was how unwilling Riko was to let go of Kevin. And how that implies that Jean was placed as his partner both because of the practicality of Kevin being gone AND as a punishment for letting him go in the first place. Being partners with Jean could actually slow Riko down depending on how often he's hurt (because I don't think Riko was all that exempt from the rules to the point where his partner's performance would completely not matter) and he was still placed there. Riko was just THAT angry at him over Kevin's escape. And all the while he was keeping Kevin's side of room like an altar, even back when he didn't even think Kevin could PLAY, because of an injury he caused.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

tbh i think volo would have been significantly more normal and fine if he hadn’t been hiding so much of his true feelings and personality. like when you deny yourself genuine human connection to that degree you’re probably going to come off as a machiavellian monster who wants to make the world and the lives of others worse, but looking at his actual stated motivations and intentions it’s clear to me at least that the guy is deeply empathetic and idealistic and more than anything disappointed that the world can’t be better

[phykoha]

Also at the other end of the spectrum, incest being incorporated into stories does not automatically mean the writer/artist gets off to it. Dark media having incest as a topic is genuinely important for people who have incest-related trauma. Representation for them is just as important as it is for people with any trauma.

Incest is definitely a touchy subject and can be really tough to cover. And people who put it in their media are often scared because there will always be people that point at it and scream 'proshipper' (/'tcester' for specifically the tmnt fandom) or something.

It is entirely valid for people to be put off by any kind of portrayal of incest, even if it's handled well. But that's what blocking and filtering are for. If someone's story makes you uncomfortable, it is entirely in your right to block them and filter out any tags that could keep that content away.

But to rant and rave and call them nasty things for what is possibly a projection of their own trauma is gross.

[magnusbae]

If you're interested, here's a prompt from the ones who just shared:

"Then why did you do it?" "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

No rush hehe I hope you get rest and have fun writing this!

Now, see, I could have taken this as an open prompt and went with something else, but I know you like dreamling and so I was good.

Thanks for the prompt dear! 💖 Also special thanks goes to @cuubism for actually going through it 🌻🌻🌻 any mistakes are me ignoring her wisdom or straight up forgetting to edit it. one of the two.

Dreamling - some flavor of hurt/comfort(?) 'you dare?' kind of situation going on there, 1,394w

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“I cannot fathom why—” 

Dream halts mid-sentence, his outrage rendering him speechless for a precious moment in which Hob tries, fruitlessly, to come up with a way to placate him, to explain in a way that will somehow pass as acceptable to Dream. The betrayal is tangible in the air, so charged that Hob’s hair actually stands on end as if from static. It feels like standing at your front door, still safe but seeing the hurricane on the horizon, knowing that this false safety can and will change in moments. Hob cannot think of a single thing. 

“You.” Dream grits his teeth so tightly that they scrape loudly, the sound of it making Hob’s own teeth ache uncomfortably. “Know.” Dream says each word as if it takes a great burden to even use human speech and not simply burn a hole in Hob’s mind. Given Dream’s past record, which Hob had recently learnt of, perhaps it does. “You know I do not ask.”

“I know.” Hob winces.

There’s no denying that he knew. Knew full well that asking Dream’s sibling for help was a guaranteed way to not only outrage him, but also land Hob a very creative punishment and the end of their long friendship.

He knew that, and did it anyway. 

Would again, if he had to.

He will not apologize for that.

Dream seems to come to the same conclusion, cheeks reddening in a surprising display of humanity, of lack of control over his appearance. The darkness that creeps into his eyes is distinctly not human. Hob shudders but fixes his eyes on Dream’s, refusing to avert his eyes like a reprimanded youth. He did what he did, and he’s not sorry.

''Then.” To Hob’s surprise, Dream seems to level himself, to school the darkness out of his eyes and ask with a calm that is somehow more unnerving than his rage. “Why did you do it?" There is a finality to this question, like a judge asking for one last confession to tip the scale one way or another. There will be judgment at the end of it, Hob knows. 

“Because…” he sucks in a breath, there’s a ball of nerves in his stomach and frustration, surprising him with its intensity, it feels almost like anger.

Why is he here, searching for excuses for something he believes in wholeheartedly? He doesn’t want to learn firsthand of Dream’s notorious pettiness but he’s not here to play these sort of games. 

The outraged huff is stuck in his throat— he didn’t even realize he had raised his voice this much, not until the ring of it strains his ears. He is practically shouting. And he doesn’t care. 

 ''BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.''

There’s anger in it, frustration, a measure of desperation.

“I bloody love you more than I fear you, that’s why.” His own cheeks burn, itch, tingle with the indignation of it all. “Because I’m a besotted fool who would make a pact with the devil if I had to, if it meant helping you.” He gestures curtly at Dream, then spreads his arm in an exaggerated motion of question. “Why else? Seriously, why else?!” He stops at that, breathing harshly. This is not how he had imagined, not even close. Fuck it. And fuck Lucifer, too. And Dream’s all too pleased sibling, on top.

Through his outburst Hob had stopped paying attention to Dream’s face, only his eyes, latching onto them as if they were his anchor in this universe, the only constant thing, in life, in this.

When he finally looks, really looks, he realizes with a start that Dream’s cheeks are no longer red with anger, that his eyebrows are not as tightly knitted, that his pale lips form a small and lax ‘o’. 

His friend looks taken aback, pacified and…surprised.

Like he couldn’t fathom this being the reason for Hob’s supposed betrayal of trust. Like this was the last rationale he had expected to hear, like he, an Endless being of incomprehensible wisdom, is unable to conceive this simple truth. Like he’s at a loss now.

Like he’s a bloody idiot. Hob shakes his head in amazement, his own anger evaporating as quickly as it came. Yet again he wonders how it is possible to be all knowing and yet so blind, so oblivious to such a simple truth, one Hob didn’t even try too hard to hide, really.

“I know you didn’t want me to,” he softens his voice, speaking more quietly “but I really didn’t have a choice. If I could do this on my own, you know I would have, I’d do worse for you.” He smiles at Dream, he doesn’t even try to sound self-deprecating, it’s the honest truth. He would.

His hand drops by his side and he awaits then, for his judgment.

“You love, me?”

Hob doesn't know how to respond to such a simple question other than–

“I do.”

There’s nothing else to add to that, he said it all, he did it all, even Dream must understand this is no passing fancy. One does not risk their immortal soul for something insignificant. Especially not Hob. One does it when it means everything. And in this case, it did. Dream did. 

Dream seems to again, come to the same conclusion. 

He wilts, shoulders sagging. He looks both much older and much younger at the same time, like this knowledge has stricken him, hurt him.

“You shouldn’t” is all he says. 

“But I do.” Hob answers in return. 

“I see that.” Dream’s voice is a whisper carried by the breeze, gentle, endless, aching. He looks torn in that moment, the judge whose scales no longer measure in any understandable manner. He casts his gaze down. 

“Just let me,” Hob says. He did not come here demanding boons, nor love, only to help Dream. “Forgive my impudent human inclinations to save what I love, and let us continue as we were. Friends. “

“Friends…” Dream repeats after him, as if in disbelief.

Dream opens his mouth to say more—to accept or refuse, Hob doesn’t know—but in that exact moment Matthew half-crashes, half-lands on Dream’s shoulder, a flutter of black feathers and barely muffled curses.

“Boss! Oh for fuck’s sake— I mean cracker’s sake— I mean what the hell— I mean you’re fine—you’re actually okay, I was sure that this time you’re like legit—” he notices Hob then, and cawing loudly he curses again “You actually did it you son of a bitch— you really did!” His wings open excitedly, brushing against Dream’s face, covering it up.

“Matthew.” 

“Uh-” Matthew folds his wings immediately. 

Hob looks at Dream then, the moment is decidedly broken but he has to know if he’d see him again, he can’t just go on not knowing, it’ll drive him insane. “Dream—” he starts, but Dream speaks over him.

“We will discuss this—” Dream’s lips tighten, eyes flicking to Matthew and then back at Hob. “At a later time.” He concludes rather curtly, seemingly deciding that addressing exactly what they will be discussing is not something he wants his Raven to be privy to.

“Right…” Hob murmurs, not speaking further of the topic either. It’s one thing to break Dream’s boundaries over life and death, another entirely over his own impatience and need to know. Dream wanting to see him again at all is already a damn good sign, and Hob will take it, gladly.

“I’ll see you later then, Dream” He uses the name even while not being sure he is still permitted to, that he did not lose the privilege. Dream tilts his head but doesn’t object, instead he nods once and disappears in a swirl of golden sand.

“Show off…” Hob murmurs into the empty air, shaking his head in disbelief. There’s a good feeling in his gut, he should probably be worried but he has a feeling that things will work out, that it all will be just fine. He can’t explain it, but he has learnt to trust his gut over the years. After all, it once led him to believe that he would never die.

It was right then, and it’ll be right now too. He and Dream will figure it out and will be better for it. Just like the other time, just like always. 

[thepenultimateword]

Short Prompt #139

“Why would you help me?”

“I have a weakness for little cute things.”

[witchspeka]

I dont think Mob is naive as much as he's socially unaware, like the reason why he trusts Reigen so blindly is a bit more complex than just him being naive

Cause Mob reached out to Reigen because he was desperate to find someone like him, someone who understood his psychic specific issues, someone that could truly know what he's feeling and going through and give him guidance and support

Post incident Mob's thinking process was something along the lines of my powers hurt people -> my powers are bad -> my powers (my emotions, my instincts, myself) cannot be trusted

So he lost all confidence and trust in his own actions, resigning to being as passive as possible to avoid any further damage to anyone else, thus he started doubting his own perception of reality too

He's a kid already struggling with being ostracised for being socially inept, who just got traumatised and all of his insecurity increased by the tenfold, he doesn't know how to process what he's going through. He needs help.

And here comes Reigen, seemingly reliable, a responsible adult in a child's eyes, someone who claims he can understand him

Even tho Reigen doesnt. But it doesn't matter, because Mob finds comfort in his words and takes them to heart

Even if Reigen doesn't fully get it, even if he doesn't see the bigger picture, even if his advice isn't always the best

Eventually, Mob grows up, realises Reigen isn't as honest as he seemed through his 11 year old perspective, but like most things, he refuses to acknowledge it on a deeper level

Mob knows, but never tells Reigen, never thinks about what all those lies mean to him (ofc until he forces himself to face those doubts regarding Reigen, to properly acknowledge both of their flaws and accept them as they are, I should scream into the void about Confession Arc more God)

Due to his lack of trust in himself, Mob has relied on Reigen for years now to shape his moral compass, his thoughts, his decisions

Because well, Reigen lies, sure, but he isnt a bad person. When he hurts Mob, it isn't intentional or with ill intent, he still wants the best for him, what's the issue?

Except that it stunts Mob's growth. He doesn't develop as a person, doesn't have goals or wishes or ambitions, can't make choices on his own, he doesn't even let himself acknowledge his own emotions, he refuses to let himself exist

But Mob realises in time that he wants more than that, he wants to become better and be independent and feel again

Still, he puts the acknowledgement of the lies on hold for as long as he can, unwilling to question the way things are

This can make him feel a little naive, he constantly relies on Reigen and trusts his decisions and raises questions rarely until separation arc when he finally puts his foot down

And I do think that moment is the most resounding proof we have that Mob knows and allows himself to be used by Reigen, not wanting to shake the status quo, until he gets fed up

I mentioned the social ineptitude at the beggining but idk if I should even elaborate on that, you've watched the show, you know what I mean

He's blunt and can't read social cues or tonality that well and can't speak in front of crowds and is overall pretty awkward and I do think some people conflate that with naivety

Mob is still a child, he doesnt fully understand how the world works at the ripe age of 14 years old, but some folks take that as him being inherently naive/innocent/whatever which I don't find true

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 23 - Midnight

With their intended voyage into the void only a few days out, Arsay thought it the upmost importance that she steal her partner away to Kugane, that they might share one more fond memory together should things not turn out the way they plan in the thirteenth. It was as they crossed the very same bridge the miqo'te had once sat on together two years prior when Arsay gifted Y'shtola with a bracelet matching that of her own. A token of endearment which, Arsay confessed, she would have given to her fellow scion back then, had nerves not gotten the best of her. While their relationship has undoubtedly changed since the initial purchase of the jewellery, the sentiment remained the same. Y'shtola was someone who Arsay loved dearly and she will forever be grateful to have the seeker's life intertwined with her own. No matter where their free spirits took them, they would always hold each other in their hearts. A promise Y'shtola was more than willing to keep. She slipped the the string of beads around her wrist without a second thought. They were never to come off, not even when the two decided to delay their return to Radz-at-Han in favour of a private bath at the dead of night.

[ghost-proofbaby]

i have another horny idea i was going to share with the class but i feel like im about to be thrown into horny jail

[dovesick]

bryan the werewolf-wolf can’t keep a job. it all goes fine until the full moon, then something changes inside him. he goes into work at the pizza place, and can’t stop himself from devouring every slice. when his colleagues try to stop him, they become the new side dish loool (hexoween 7: curse of the full moon)

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Vague prompt: Rebecca vehemently disagrees with the dad advise that Ted gives Jamie

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Ted, why would you tell him something so stupid – not to mention potentially dangerous! What’s next, are you going to tell me I need to forgive Rupert for the years of lying and cheating and bloody gaslightning, too?”

Ted blinked at her, looking a little stunned, and Rebecca loved him, she did, and respected his opinion hell of a lot more than she did most other people’s, but sometimes he just didn’t get it.   

“Well, no, but to be honest, I kinda thought you might have had already, what with you no longer feeling the need to destroy him and those other things you said.”

“That’s not forgiveness, Ted,” Rebecca said flatly as she reached for the drink she suddenly felt a very strong need for, “that’s just not letting him matter enough to make me do things I otherwise wouldn’t, and that’s not even remotely the same thing.”

[after-the-end-times]

What's a Little Voyeurism Between Friends?

Rating: M 👀 Words: 1,346 👀Tags: College Au, Different Meeting, Non-Consensual/Non-Sexual Voyeurism, Demisexual Steddie, Jeff is the least helpful friend ever, The plethora of knowledge one gains just from being window neighbors Eddie sees dorm neighbor Steve masturbating and thinks, "Every Friday? Huh! Good for him!" Forgetting that most people find it pretty creepy to notice these things about strangers. Good thing Steve's not most people Ao3

“You know that’s kinda creepy, right? Just leave your dorm on Friday night or something. This guy uses his Friday nights to get off, you could go to the library. Or we could go out to the bar! Maybe get serious about getting a weekly gig? Just anything so you’re not creeping on some innocent masturbator.”

Eddie yelps and hisses at Jeff, his eyes narrowed and darting around for eavesdroppers.“What the fuck! Will you keep it down. People can hear you.” Petulantly, he slouches down with his arms crossed. “It’s not like I’m seeing that on purpose.”

“Oh, sure. Someone’s holding you up against the window and forcing you to watch.”

“Dude! That’s- Don’t say it like that!” He says lurching forward, hands waving toward Jeff, like he can shove the words back in his mouth.

“Right.” He raises a single eyebrow and takes a bite of his lunch. Around his bite, he gets out, “Weren’t you using college to reinvent yourself or whatever? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, this is not how you do that.”

“Fine! Fuck! What do want to do tomorrow?”

“Oh, I can’t tomorrow. Claire and I are going out to dinner and then seeing that new movie.”

Eddie’s mouth drops open. What the fuck?

---

Steve laughs quietly into his plate of pasta. Well, that certainly didn’t go the way the guy thought it would. Steve kind of wishes he could see the look on his face; bet it’s priceless.

Usually eavesdropping on people in the dining hall isn’t quite as funny, or informative, as the last 15 minutes listening to the guys behind him have been. Sure, he was embarrassed at first to realize people could actually see him during his Friday Night Personal Time, but as their conversation went on he actually started to feel for the guy.

Steve supposes it’s not really the guy’s fault (the first time, at least) since he’d actually thought to himself hmm, maybe I should close my curtain, but then figured he was out of eyesight on the fourth floor, so that’s kind of on him. But the guy’s friend is right, no one was forcing him to watch every week.

And Steve’s not sure how to feel about that. It’s not like he’s doing anything all that alluring, it’s pretty basic jacking off, really. Steve’s sure he’s supposed to feel violated, but oddly he doesn’t? Maybe if he closed his curtain and the guy had gone out of his way to figure out a way to see him, he’d think that was creepy. But this? It kinda just feels...neighborly. Almost like, oh hey there, guy in the dorm room on the other side of the building, weird that we’re both doing nothing, but this on a Friday night, huh?

Though, he does kind of want to know now what’s so enticing about his fully clothed, sitting at his desk chair, masturbation session.

So, Steve does the only reasonable thing he can in these circumstances, turns around on his bench, and taps on the shoulder behind him.

“Hey, man. Can I ask you something?”

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Eddie feels a tap on his shoulder and turns to look behind him, really hoping it’s not someone else who wants to call him a creep. He knows, he got it, he’s not gonna do it again, ok? But his life is never that easy and it’s him.

“Oh, fuck.”

“No, no, you’re good, hang on.” He grabs his tray and gets up to come around to Eddie’s bench and motions for him to scooch, which Eddie does, and now he’s sitting next to the guy he’s been watching. The guy who’s presumably heard everything.

“Ok, can I just say I’m so sorry and I promise to never do it again. Scout’s honor and all that. Jeff here can attest to-” Eddie turns to include Jeff in this and finds the other side of the table empty. Of course. “What the fuck. I swear, if he wasn’t my best friend, the assho-”

“Dude, you’re fine, I swear. What’s your name? I’m Steve.” Steve says, looking amused and not at all creeped out or angry. And this is definitely not going the way Eddie feared, so sure.

He puts he hand out in the small space between them. “Eddie. The guy from across the courtyard. Which, by the way, I’m seriously so sorr-”

“Hey, like I said, it’s fine. I didn’t close my curtain, so it’s whatever. I just wanted to ask something, if that’s ok?”

“Yeah. Of course. Ask away. Whatever you want. Seriously anythi-”

“Ok, what exactly is so hot about it? ‘Cause it’s not like I get undressed or break out the toys; I’m not even really facing the window. So, I guess, what’s there even to see?”

“Oh. Um.” Eddie honestly thought he was going to ask a question of a different nature, so now he has to actually take a moment to think about it. “I don’t know, man. Can I tell you up front that it’s not even really a sexual thing? Like, no offense, but I’m not over in my room getting off on you getting off or anything.”

Steve snorts out a laugh. “Love that you don’t want me to be offended that you don’t find me hot.”

“What? No! You’re obviously very hot! That’s definitely not it.” This conversation is certainly not spiraling in a way Eddie ever could’ve envisioned. “It just feels kind of...nice, ok? Like, every Friday night when I’m in my dorm working on whatever, I can look out my window and see you also in your dorm, in on a Friday night. Yes, you’re, you know, doing that, but it’s more like, ah look, here we both are at the same time, almost in the same place. And it just makes me smile. And listen, I know how this sounds, but I promi-”

“Nonono, dude, Eddie, stop. I get it. It’s, like...a neighborly connection kind of thing, right?”

“Right! You could be doing anything over there! I mean, you’re usually just studying or on the phone or reading or whatever. Aaaaand this is when I start sounding like a stalker.” Eddie’s head falls to the table with a thud. He mumbles into the table. “I completely understand if you decide to switch dorms now.”

“Ooooor.”

Eddie turns his head on the table to peer over at Steve. “Or?”

“It seems like it’s only creepy sounding if we’re not friends. So, how about it?”

“What?”

“What if we go out tomorrow night? Together. And learn about each other. Maybe have some dinner? Do an activity?”

“Are you- I mean- Like a date?”

Steve huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. Like a date.”

“How is this even happening.”

“Welllll. It seems like we’re both just looking for a connection, you know? I’ve kinda been a little lonely with my best friend two hours away, so why don’t we connect with each other? And even if we just end up as friends, that works too! ‘Cause then when we’re in our dorms and notice each other across the way, we can do it as friends! Maybe we can even give the other a call? Do whatever we’re doing alone, together, you know?”

Eddie finally sits back up, eyes wide. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. All of that. The date, the friends, or more than friends, the phone calls.”

“Good. It’s a date.” Steve grabs his tray and stands up. “I’ll come by your room tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, you need my room number?”

“Nope,” He starts backing toward the tray rack and winks. “Think I know where to find you.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. He’s never going to live this down, but that’s alright if their date leads to a happily-ever-after for them.

He looks over and sees Steve’s almost to the door out of the cafeteria and decides to shout out, waving. “See you around!”

Steve tosses his head back, cackling, as the door shuts behind him.

Oh yeah, they’re gonna work out just fine.

For my @steddiebingo squares: Voyeurism, Getting Caught, Happy Ending

[sonknuxadow]

going to start this post with the fact that im not trying to be a hater right now im just genuinely confused . anyway. the thing about sonic and shadow is that i dont think its a bad ship or that its entirely baseless or that their relationship is meaningless or anything like that. my feelings on so/nadow are complicated but i do like it to a degree . but i also feel like people are exaggerating how much is there in terms of canon backing for the ship (at least in the franchise overall if we're talking sonic prime specifically that makes more sense but prime is also like the spiders georg of so/nadow). like they have their moments but i dont think its as frequent a thing as people act like it is (again at least not in the games/comics) . like theyre just not as close or as obviously in love in the actual source material as some people seem to think they are ..??? some of the stuff i see being passed around as so/nadow moments is just them existing in the same frame .. ??? im not even saying its wrong to ship them or make them be in love in the headcanon sonic universe that exists in your head or whatever i just think that saying its basically canon is a huge stretch and idk what people are seeing between them that im not . sorry please dont get madat me. scampers away like a frightened little animal