#like there’s no difference between writing it in the post and the tags???

[slytherinlives]

I Feel Nothing For You - Sebastian Sallow

Rating: G

Tags: Hurt, break-ups, denial, angst.

Words: ~700

Summary: Sebastian tries to rid himself of the lingering presence post break-up.

(This is written with a gender-neutral "ex partner" that could be considered x reader if you squint. It could also be anyone else you want to use as a stand in. I didn't go into this with a ship in mind, just wanted to write a drabble of angst.)

[Read on ao3 or below the cut]

The water pouring from the tap was cold enough to cut off Sebastian's blood flow. His breaths coming in heaving gasps as he diligently scrubbed his skin, desperate to remove the lingering touches and their scent. As if he could get underneath and wash away their memory. 

He moved on to his hair next, then his face, before grabbing a nail brush he pilfered from his sister and started scrubbing away all traces of them from his hands. 

Sebastian wanted to be a version of himself that was never tainted by the heartache he felt. A layer of chill bumps formed on his flesh, causing all hair to stand on end and a shiver to wrack through him. It made him scrub faster, harder. Diligent and harsh, whatever it took to remove fingerprints. 

After what was surely an hour Sebastian turned the water off, wrapping a towel around himself before heading over to the sink. He turned the cold water on, then started brushing his teeth just as vigorously. The taste of them had to be removed just as effectively. 

Never existed. 

He repeated in his head for hours now, thinking the more he said it the more it would be true.

Sebastian already tossed and burned every trace of them in his dorm. Every piece of clothing, gift, letter. All of it turned to ashes in the furnace that sat in the middle of the room. It was especially difficult to cast a charm to make any future correspondence from them unable to reach him, but he managed. Hopefully if they tried to send a letter, the post would be sent off to the void. 

Most people probably treated a breakup or heartache much differently than Sebastian is currently. He was probably expected to wallow in bed for days or seem more broken up than he appears. But Sebastian isn't most people. 

Never existed. 

He rinsed his mouth out and wiped away the remnants of water and toothpaste from his lips before tossing the dirty towel into the bin and headed back to his dorm. 

Everything in his wardrobe was now brand new. Sale tags still hanging on the sleeves of the new uniforms, he ripped them off as he got dressed. The bag holding his books was also new, everything that became tainted now replaced. 

Sebastian ran his fingers through his still damp hair, taking one last look in the mirror before heading out the door. Hushed whispers surrounded him as he walked past, the news spreading throughout the castle like wildfire already. He didn't care though, as far as Sebastian was concerned, the gossip was about a ghost.

Before he could enter the great hall, someone stopped him. Sebastian hesitated slightly, before turning.

"Can we pretend like this never happened?" They spoke sullenly, looking at him with tear filled eyes. A mix of regret and longing on their face. Now standing before him and begging for a second chance, to get back together.

They probably meant the argument between them earlier. The shouting, the anger, words hurled at each other so harshly they struck physical blows. Likely referring to the inevitable calling it quits. 

Sebastian swallowed at the words, thinking them over briefly before settling on what he needed. For the first time in years not choosing what he wanted. He regarded them with a blank stare. The same one he would give any stranger he didn't know. "Never happened." He finally spoke, a half-hearted smirk crossing his lips. Then he pushed past them and into the hall, walking over to take his place at the Slytherin table.

This is where the request differed. 

For Sebastian, they never met. Never shared secrets or dreams. Never stayed up late mapping the stars or talking about their futures. Never shared themselves with each other. Never explored around the castle together. Never shared jokes or laughs. 

Perhaps he was being too cruel, acting too unbothered. 

But Sebastian learned a long time ago that when something hurts, it's easier to pretend it didn't happen. Shut yourself off and turn yourself numb. Get rid of everything that reminds you of it. If there's no trace, there's no proof. If you don't feel the burn, then you're already healing.

If you don't want to feel the pain, it's easier to act like it never existed. 

[gogandmagog]

Anne of the Island, by L.M. Montgomery

Anne of the Island, Chapter Six! 

Getting so very close to being finally caught up. 🫡 I’m still in the book clubs dust, but if I squint, I think I can almost see you guys! Apologies to anyone that might see this, that might’ve already previously (and punctually!) shared a sentiment that I spent any amount of time reinforcing in my own posts. I haven’t skimmed the book club’s tag so far, just because I have this brain impediment where if I see someone else has already mentioned something I think, “...oh excellent! Now I needn’t bother!”, only, that everyone is so thorough that if I did go ahead and look at them, and saw everyone’s thoughts, I’m sure I’d find I had nothing left to speak on. A serial liking of all book club posts, coming soon to a notif near you, honestly.  

Some weensy Phil bullets: mostly that well, I persist in representing Team Alec (only until a certain long-legged Minister appears, of course), because here is a fellow who would at least find the mix-up of Phil’s letter postscripts “funny.” This puts him eons and miles and worlds ahead of Alonzo imo... a sense of humour is so necessary!  

Speaking of Redmond football, an insignificant matter that is once again very much nonsense and not particularly worthy of spending any large amount of much time reflecting on, yet remains a great area of interest for me personally... guys, what do we reckon the Redmond Football mascot was? Team name? I know there’s future canon abbreviation of Redmond students as “Reds,” but a colour is hardly a sufficient team name, nor do I really think it’s meant to be taken as such, and listen, no one even think of mentioning the stinking Cleaveland Browns football team to me, lmao.  

“That Gilbert of yours.” + “outraged Anne” AIR KISS to these lines specifically.  

“But Sloane was blissfully ignorant; he thought he was quite a fine fellow to be walking with two such coeds, especially Philippa Gordon, the class beauty and belle. It must surely impress Anne. She would see that some people appreciated him at his real value.” Oh, Charlie. I constantly waffle between feeling pity for Charlie, the butt of many-a-joke, and then also feeling that wellllllll his ego is a little bit exaggerated perhaps - although I suppose we get a clearer sense of that later on. Since all of Avonlea knows that Gilbert’s dead-gone on Anne, to the point of pubic heckling in a Charlottetown newspaper, we must recognise that in Charlie’s mind, he’s in active competition with Gilbert, who has certainly loved Anne the longer. Not an ounce of discernable bro-code anywhere.   

Gilbert quoting some Bret Harte verses to Anne. This boy might not have a propensity for writing original poetry, but his memorisation and ability to drop a line or two so easily? He’s got a romantic soul, for sure. In a lot of ways, between him and Anne, it’s actually Gilbert that’s the romantic one (also see: keeping the rose that fell from her hair, back at the White Sands recital), and Anne the steady practical.  

“Gilbert, who could not connect the idea of sorrow with the vivid, joyous creature beside him, unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply.” This is heavy. But more than anything, something I very much enjoy about Maud’s work is her ability to maintain core characterisation. I see this line, and I also think of how much it (later) casts light onto Gilbert’s struggle to really relate to some of Walter’s Anneishness. There’s a wonderful yin and yang balance between the slinky black cats and golden retrievers of the world, and often enough they are deeply attracted to each other, but there are some differences that can never been fully reconciled.  

The matter of Spofford Avenue! Again the scholars have already done a ton of the legwork, and lots of preliminary digging into Maud’s journals, picking out real-life links between between her time in Halifax and how it corresponds to Anne’s… and they’ve decided, very logically, that Spofford Avenue was based on Young Avenue.

At the time, Halifax was one of the richest cities in Canada and building on Young Avenue, definitely reserved for prominent families and the wealthiest, apparently came with enough beautification restrictions to satisfy even the choosiest A.V.I.S. member, only of a few of which I can easily remember… that power poles were banned on the basis of being “unsightly,” for starters. I know there’s a whole essay dedicated to the ‘real’ Kingsport somewhere, and if I can find it instead of just my jumbled notes & misc. folder on it, I’ll be sure to share it in case anyone’s interested. 🧐 I also recall that a very real tobacco king called Alexander Hobrecker (‘Hobrecker House’) did indeed make residence on Young Avenue, though whether or not he really had an affinity for well-made country quilts, is anyone’s guess.

[vilevenom]

Hahaha, I meant to write some fic for Valentine's Day. Instead I wrote werehog smut, inspired by the bunny suit Shadow trend on twitter. Whoops. I genuinely didn't think the first time I wrote werehog!Sonic it'd be smut, but here we are

Terrifying, Beautiful

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (no specific media)

Pairing: Sonic/Shadow

Summary: It had been a long night at the club for Shadow, and all he'd really wanted to do was go home, peel off the ridiculous outfit that Rouge had forced on him and go to bed. NOTES: This is a random AU with no real world building attached. It would be safe to consider Shadow something akin to a stripper, though. As well, Shadow uses male pronouns, but has female genitalia. Deal with it.

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual acts. Characters are depicted as ADULTS

P.S - If you want a full list of tags, I’ll be posting this on AO3 shortly

A slow sigh left Shadow as he double checked the lock to the back door of the club, before stashing his keys in his jacket pocket and starting his tired shuffle home. It had been a long night at the club, with Rouge insisting all of the servers and dancers wear ridiculous body suits and bunny ears in honor of the upcoming holiday. Something about fostering a festive mood in the club, to help loosen their clients wallets. And it had certainly worked, though perhaps a bit too well, in Shadow's opinion. The fishnets Rouge had shoved into his arms at the start of the night now had several holes in them due to overly grabby fingers, and one of the fake rabbit ears that had been standing straight and tall at the beginning of the night was now broken and bent at an odd angle from a rather drunk client who'd tried to treat them like pigtails during a lap dance. All in all, Shadow was more than happy that Rouge promised him that it would be a one time thing, especially given that his preferred style didn't include high heels, which were currently killing his feet.

"Never again," he grumbled to himself as he tugged the zipper of his jacket up higher around his throat to try and keep out the brisk chill of the night. A brief twenty minute walk, and he'd finally be able to strip out of his uncharacteristic outfit and relax in front of the tv with some ramen. He puffed out a cloud of air into the cold night while glancing up at the sky, a brief hint of a smile on his face as he caught sight of the gleaming full moon over head. "At least it's a nice night," he muttered absently, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he wandered down the street.

Five more minutes and he'd be home; just a quick jaunt down a back alleyway, and one block up, then he could finally put this whole night behind him. His ear twitched as he began to walk down the alley, freezing as something large and looming blocked out most of the light from the street he'd just turned off of. He swallowed thickly, quickly running inventory in his mind as to what he currently had on him for possible defense. The keys in his pocket, which he quickly slipped between his fingers, a small knife in the inside pocket of his coat that he always carried with him, and the high heels on his feet. Not the best roster of weapons, but at least it was something.

He turned with a growl, snarl on his face, fully expecting a run of the mill mugger, who he'd had to deal with a good handful of times on his late night walk home over the years. Typically once he fought back, most of them ran with their tails between their legs, and he figured this situation would be no different. What he he had not been expecting was the hulking figure of what appeared to be a werewolf standing in the entrance to the alleyway, its great muzzle leaking steam as it puffed great billows of breath into the air, causing his hackles to rise under his jacket as he took a swift step back.

"Wh-what-" he began, only to take another startled step back as the beast began to stalk forward, its large eyes glinting in the bright moonlight as it tilted its head this way and that, taking him in. Shadow squeezed the keys in his hand, suddenly very much wishing he'd swapped the stupid high heels on his feet for his usual boots before he'd decided to head home, but he'd been tired and reasoned that it was a relatively short walk home. Hindsight, really, was 20/20. He barred his teeth as he stood his ground, quills bristling into sharp points as the beast sniffed at the air near him. "What are you?"

"Mmmm," the beast rumbled, ignoring Shadow's question, its voice deep and gravely, "found a little bunny out so late, all by itself."

"I'm not a rabbit," Shadow snarled, sliding one foot back to take a defensive stance, "I'm a hedgehog."

"Bunny," the beast repeated, sounding amused, reaching a hand out and making Shadow flinch. Surprisingly, the creature did little more than run a claw over the fake ears still perched atop Shadow's head, it's maw curling in what looked to be a grin.

"Those aren't real," Shadow growled, jerking his head back out of the creature's reach, "What do you want?"

The wolf cocked its head, watching Shadow for a moment, before it took a deep breath, it's hefty tail giving a slow wag as it scented the air around them. "Little bunny, all by himself," it cooed, posture shifting so it was on all fours, it's knuckles pressing into the ground, obviously preparing to pounce, "Smells so good."

Shadow's eyes widened as the beast crouched, barely allowing a split second to pass before he was turning on his heel and bolting down the alleyway as fast as he could, given the hinderance of the shoes on his feet. He shouted as the wolf barreled after him, a paw nearly as wide as Shadow's entire torso hitting his back and forcing him to the ground, his keys going flying from his hand as he landed on his front, splayed beneath the creature. "Get off me!" he screamed, thrashing his arms and legs to little avail as the creature bared its weight down on him, crushing the air from his lungs.

"Shhh, little bunny," the wolf cooed, leaning down to nudge its oversized muzzle against the side of Shadow's head, "So loud."

"Because you're," Shadow managed to gasp out, bristling his quills once again, pleased as the wolf lifted its paw with a yelp, alerting Shadow that it had been pierced, "crushing me." He quickly scrambled to get back to his feet once he was free, only to shout as the same paw that had been holding him down wrapped around his torso and picked him up. He struggled in the hold, slamming his fists against the oversized fingers that held him, to no real effect.

"No, bunny," the wolf whimpered, brushing its free hand over Shadow's quills and wincing as they stayed sharp at attention, "Stop, please." The wolf whined as Shadow kicked out his legs, one of his heels going flying down the alley.

"Why would I stop?!" Shadow snapped incredulously, chest heaving as he finally let himself dangle in the wolf's hold, though he dug his claws into the creatures hand, earning a whimper from the beast. "You're going to try to eat me or something, aren't you? I will not make an easy meal for you."

"No," the wolf whined again, finally sitting on its haunches as it brought Shadow in close, rubbing the side of its face against Shadows, much to the hedgehogs confusion. Was it…scenting him? "Wouldn't hurt bunny," it grumbled out, turning its head to gently lap at Shadow's ear.

"Then," Shadow flinched away from its hot, oversized tongue, retracting his claws from the creatures hand for the time being, "What do you want?"

"Bunny," the wolf rumbled out, laving its tongue over Shadow's forehead, earning a surprised yelp of disgust from the hedgehog. It was then that Shadow finally noticed, as the wolf brought him in closer as it began to groom him, the red head of its cock poking out from the wolfs pouch, and the heady scent of pheromones permeating the air around them. Did this beast wanted to mate with him?!

"No," Shadows squirming renewed, his other shoe slipping off his foot and clattering the the street below, "no, no, no!" He gasped as the wolf gave him a little squeeze, whining as it drew Shadow away from its slobbering maw.

"Bunny…?"

"You are not fucking me," Shadow snarled out, claws digging into the wolfs hand once more, a nasty, satisfied smirk on his face at the way the wolf's ears pressed against its head and it let out a mournful whimper at the pain.

"Please, bunny," the wolf whined, shifting to stand at its full height and pressing Shadow against the alley wall, "Please."

Shadow grunted as his quills were flattened against brick, another defense down the drain as the creatures paw pinned him in place. The only thing he had left, besides his claws, was the knife in his coat pocket, but there as no way for him to get to it. But that wouldn't stop him from continuing to struggle in the beasts hold, kicking his feet out and scratching at the hand holding him. He gasped as he was pressed more firmly into the brick, his ribs feeling as though they may just break if any more pressure was applied to him. He stopped his struggling to try and get air back into his lungs, thankful as the wolf let up a bit, its low whines echoing down the alley.

"Sorry, bunny," the wolf murmured, nudging Shadow's jaw with its cold nose, "But, please. No more hurting."

"Wh-why should I?" Shadow managed to gasp out, still trying to get air back into his lungs as he tipped his head back to glare at the wolf, finally seeing it in the light of the full moon overhead as it shifted out of the shadows. His eyes widened in shock at the familiar blue of its fur, and the glistening green eyes that stared down at him, so very familiar. They were reminiscent of his favorite client at the club; a somewhat shy blue hedgehog, who'd originally been dragged to the club by his friends some months ago for a bachelor party. He'd seemed like an easy mark for Shadow, constantly averting his gaze from the dancers with a flush on his face and an uneasy titter of a laugh. He'd melted under Shadow as he'd been given a lap dance, looking very much like he might just spontaneously combust as Shadow straddled his lap. He'd tipped heavily, as Shadow thought he would, and he'd thought that would be the only time he'd see the nervous hedgehog.

But then he'd kept coming back, much to Shadow's surprise. Never more than once a week, and not even every week, but Shadow couldn't help but to begin considering him a regular customer. He'd never ask for any other dancer or server, always sitting himself in Shadow's section, and never getting handsy. He'd tip heavily and compliment the dark hedgehog in every conceivable, sweet way that had more than once made even the world weary Shadow blush. As a matter of fact, the dark hedgehog often found himself lighting up whenever his new favorite client walked into the club, knowing it would be a good night. His sweet bluebell always tipped him enough that he didn't need to worry about working any other part of the club or dealing with grabby assholes, and frequently they'd just find themselves chatting the night away without a lap dance even being a thought in their heads.

"…Sonic?"

The wolf whimpered, ducking its head, practically looking shame faced even as its tail thumped against the ground. "Bunny," he rumbled, brushing his free hand over Shadow's quills, the fake ears dangerously close to falling off his head with the motion, "Sorry. Didn't mean…Shouldn't have come here."

"Hey, hey," Shadow found himself lowering his voice into a gentle coo, reaching out to pet at Sonic's snout, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"…How?" Sonic snorted, relaxing his hold further on Shadow, using only enough pressure to keep the hedgehog held up against the wall.

"Fair point," Shadow muttered, clicking his tongue, even as his gaze wandered back down to Sonic's pouch, where his cock had since slid further out. He sucked in a breath, biting at his lip as he quickly looked back up at the shame faced wolf. "Are you…do you experience ruts? Is that why…?" He'd been told horror stories about wolf Mobians in rut, and had to deal with one or two assholes being a little too aggressive with him over the years, thinking their putrid pheromones would work on the hedgehog in the enclosed space of the club. He could only assume that whatever was afflicting Sonic had to be similar.

"Sorry," Sonic grumbled out again, one claw picking at Shadow's fishnets, leaving more holes, "You smell so good."

Shadow swallowed thickly as he chewed on his lip, his thigh twitching as Sonic's claw delicately ran through his fur. This was a conundrum, for sure. He had a feeling that if he tried to get away, Sonic's instincts would probably kick in and he'd just get chased down again. Not an ideal situation, especially given the bruises he was fairly certain he could already feel blossoming around his rib cage. No, he reasoned with himself, the easiest way to get out of this situation would likely be…to let Sonic have his way.

"Sonic," Shadow murmured, pulling the wolfs attention from where he'd started to lave his tongue over Shadow's shoulder, wide green eyes staring down at him as hot puffs of the beasts breath wafted in his face. He cleared his throat, before sucking in a deep breath, letting the musky scent of Sonic's pheromones fill his abused lungs. He repeated the action a few more times, the wolf watching him curiously, his tail slowly swaying from side to side as he tilted his head. Finally, Shadow could feel his head begin to spin from the excess oxygen, while his nether region began to react to the hormones he was sucking in. "Ah," he breathed, clenching his thighs together briefly, before lifting one leg to plant his foot against the wall, spreading his thighs and canting his hips up, "Is this what you want?"

Sonic blinked as Shadow shifted in his grasp, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he realized what was happening. His tail began to wag back and forth excitedly as he sniffed at the air, before he shoved his snout into the junction of Shadow's neck and shoulder, taking a deep breath and letting out a low rumble of a growl.

"It…It's okay. Just do what you need, okay?" Shadow murmured into blue fur, pressing his face into the side of Sonic's face as he lifted his hands to pet at the wolf's neck. "I'm all yours, bluebell."

At that Sonic whined, tilting his head to gently nip at the underside of Shadow's jaw, as a claw caught the bottom of Shadow's jacket and ripped through the zipper. He growled happily as he lapped at the newly exposed white chest fluff that spilled from the top of Shadow's body suit, ignoring the indignant squawk from the other about his now ruined coat. "Smell so good," Sonic rumbled against Shadow's chest, shifting his grasp on Shadow, grasping his thighs in both of his meaty paws to hold him up against the wall. He growled at the choked off gasp the dark hedgehog let out at the way the new position spread his legs, huffing as he pressed his snout into Shadow's stomach. "Going to eat you," the wolf hummed out, ignoring the way Shadow squirmed in his hold, dark fingers digging into blue quills.

"Don't you fucking dare-AH!" Shadow yanked at Sonic's head, eyes wide as the wolf's tongue pressed against the crotch of his body suit, a low string of babbles escaping him instead of his planned cursing as Sonic lapped at him through the cloth. "Nnnn, fuck," he grunted, tensing as the wolf's tongue finally slid under the hem near his groin, pulling the suit taught in a rather uncomfortable way. "Sonic, that's not-" he grumbled, reaching down to tug at the bottom of the body suit, only to yank his hand back quickly as his fingers encountered teeth. "What're you-?!" He yelped as Sonic tilted his head, sharp canines catching on the cheap material of the suit, before clamping down and tearing it apart. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck," he gasped, clutching at the wolf's head desperately as the beast took the opportunity to shove his snout against Shadow's newly exposed groin.

"Smell so good," Sonic repeated, lifting Shadow higher against the wall so he no longer had to crouch awkwardly in the alley. He flashed the dark hedgehog a wolfy grin, before using the claw of his thumb to further rip into Shadow's fishnets, successfully leaving the dark hedgehog completely naked from his waist to his upper thighs. "Can't wait to taste you," he purred, taking obvious amusement from the dazed way Shadow was staring at him.

With that, Sonic dipped his head, pressing his cold nose to Shadow's navel, earning a surprised gasp and a twitch, before dragging his hot tongue along the dark hedgehog's abdomen, and down to explore his slit. Shadow let out a low, whining moan as the beast teased his tongue over his slit, before dipping in to explore the dark hedgehogs heat. He pulled his head back after a moment, obvious confusion on his face as he licked his chops. "What?" Shadow grumbled with a scowl, reaching up to tug the stupid fake rabbit ears off his head and toss them away, "Expecting a dick?"

Sonic tilted his head this way and that, before another wolfish grin spread over his muzzle. "This is better," he growled out, laving his tongue over Shadow's crotch once more, "Gonna stuff you full of pups."

"Wh-what?!" Shadow gasped, crying out as Sonic's tongue suddenly plunged into his pussy without any preamble, the dark hedgehog doubling over the wolf's head and clinging for dear life as the hot appendage ravaged his cunt. "Shit, shit! Sonic! Slow down!" he cried out, yanking at blue quills to no avail. He could feel the rapid build of an orgasm twisting in his gut, while tears gathered in his eyes. He couldn't help the scream that ripped out of him as his walls clenched and fluttered around Sonic's abusive tongue, slick gushing over the wolf's snout as he came violently and without warning. "Shit," he gasped, tugging at the beast's ears as he continued to tongue fuck Shadow through his orgasm, a low whine building in his chest as his legs began to tremble in the wolf's hold. "Please," he whined, shuddering as the wolf didn't let up, drinking Shadow down like his slick was pure ambrosia.

His second orgasm built more slowly, Sonic growling into his cunt as his tongue rolled and wriggled inside Shadow, pulling out with a wet squelch periodically to tease over his clit, only to thrust back inside when Shadow began to openly sob into his fur from overstimulation. When he came again, Sonic lapped at his pussy like it was a sweet, melting ice cream cone, licking his chops as Shadow shook apart in his hold, his muzzle soaked with tears and drool. "S-sonic," he whimpered as the wolf nuzzled into his shoulder, yelping as sharp fangs nipped at him.

"Knew you'd taste so good," Sonic purred, "Gonna take my knot well, too."

"Knot?!" Shadow hiccupped, only to scramble to hold onto Sonic as the wolf pulled him away from the wall. He heaved air into his lungs as he was manhandled like a doll, clutching at the wolf's beefy paws as the beast lowered him so the tip of his monstrous cock kissed his spit slick and sensitive entrance. "Sonic, please," he whimpered, tilting his head to look pleadingly up at the wolf, only to find his eyes unfocused and hazy, staring down where the head of his dick was threatening to split Shadow in two, "I can't."

Sonic didn't seem to hear him as he began to press the head of his dick into Shadow, panting heavily as he eased the hedgehog in his hold down, like he was nothing more than a flesh light. "You can," he finally panted out after a beat, growling as the head finally popped inside Shadow, grinning at the cry that ripped from the dark hedgehog as he paused his movements. "See? Good bunny," he cooed, snorting quietly as Shadow let his head fall back, going limp in Sonic's hold with a whine as the wolf began to slide his cock into him again. Shadow could do little more than make abortive little noises of protest and try to relax as the wolf filled him, while the idle thought crossed his fuzzy mind, was this what it felt like to be a sex doll?

Finally, Sonic settled inside him, his knot ominously pressed against Shadow's entrance, while the hedgehog's stomach distended from the sheer girth pressed against his guts. The wolf snuffled at Shadow's chest as he gave the hedgehog time to adjust, gently licking at the other's jaw and jostling him slightly in his hands. "Bunny…?" he cooed, pressing his cold nose to the side of Shadow's face, his tail thumping happily when the hedgehog finally lifted his hands to pet at Sonic's ears with a quiet groan. "Good bunny," Sonic cooed, straightening up as Shadow grunted at him in protest.

"M'not a rabbit," Shadow slurred, idly dragging his hand over his stomach and wincing as he pressed against the bulge of Sonic's dick there, "Fuck, you're so big…"

"Feel good?" Sonic rumbled, tilting his head as he shifted his hold on Shadow, one hand gently cupping his shoulders and head, while the other stayed wrapped around his hips.

Shadow huffed out a breath and took a moment to close his eyes and assess how he felt, pleased to find that despite the stretch, he didn't really feel any pain. "Yeah," he finally sighed out, eyes opening to fix his hazy gaze on the wolf, "Feels good."

"Good," Sonic purred, before a low growl filled the alley, his teeth flashing dangerously in the moonlight, "Gonna fill you with pups now."

"W-wait!" Shadow gasped, only to choke on an inhale as Sonic slid his thick cock out to the head, only to slam back inside without much preamble. He scrambled to grab at Sonic's hands, holding on for dear life as the beast began to truly treat him like a sex toy, fucking him in earnest, while the syrupy pleasure of his previous orgasms making the harsh pummeling of his cunt feel so much better than it surely had any right to. He swore he could feel every time the head of Sonic's dick bullied its way into his womb, making his head spin with the implication of what would happen when the beast finally came. When he was finally knotted.

"So good, bunny," Sonic growled out, pulling Shadow in close so the hedgehog was pressed to his chest, his thrusts becoming short, powerful jerks of his hips as he nuzzled into the hedgehog's shoulder, "Gonna knot you good." Shadow moved his grip to the fur on Sonic's chest, burying his face there as overstimulated tears wet the beasts fur, a cacophony of nonsensical sounds and moans falling from Shadow's lips and bouncing off the brick walls surrounding them. "Can't wait to see you round with pups," the wolf added, dragging his tongue over Shadow's shoulder, before his fangs delicately pressed against the flesh there.

"S-sonic?" Shadow hiccupped, turning his head just enough to catch the glint of fangs in his peripheral vision, his body going tense as the wolf's jaw enclosed his shoulder. He yelped as Sonic thrust into him, the nervous tension in his body making it harder for the wolf to press inside.

"Calm," the wolf murmured, drawing his teeth away from Shadow's shoulder, giving a short apologetic lick, "Won't bite."

Shadow let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, only to gasp as Sonic pressed him down as he thrust up, his knot threatening to push inside. He turned his face to bury it in the wolf's fur once more, shaking in anticipation for the beast to finally ravage his poor pussy with his monster of a knot. He didn't really regret allowing the wolf to take him; he couldn't think of another time he'd felt so thoroughly wanted and pleasured. And he adored Sonic, truly, having even contemplated asking the blue hedgehog out on a proper date one of the next times he came into the club. He also knew this wolfish version of Sonic kept babbling about 'stuffing him full of pups', but he couldn't help but worry, somewhere in the back of his mind, what it would mean if the beast actually managed to do just that. He groaned and clenched his eyes shut as the knot threatened to breach him again, the wolf whining over his head.

"Relax, bunny," Sonic cooed, rubbing his fingers through Shadow's quills soothingly as he bucked his hips into the hedgehog, "Gonna knot you. Don't want it to hurt."

At that Shadow melted, still clinging to the wolf's chest for dear life, but he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax, moaning at the easier slide of Sonic's cock in his pussy.

"Good bunny," Sonic hummed, taking a moment to lean Shadow back in his hold again, allowing for a few long, languid thrusts into the hedgehog, causing Shadow to choke on air as sparks of pleasure danced up his spine and a fresh wave of slick dribbled onto the concrete below. "See? So good," Sonic crooned, before pulling the hedgehog back in to his chest and pressing Shadow down on his length. "Gonna knot you now," he growled into Shadow's ear, which was the only warning the dark hedgehog got before he was being shoved down hard, and the beasts knot was forced inside. He buried his scream in Sonic's chest while the wolf growled and clutched him tight to his chest, his knot throbbing as he emptied himself into the hedgehog's womb, while another unexpected orgasm caused the dark hedgehog's limbs to turn to jelly in the wolf's hold, thick strands of slick dripping from his overstretched hole.

"Sonic," Shadow whimpered, throat raw and eyes blurry from tears, his head swimming as his stomach bloated with the wolf's cum.

"Mmm, such a good bunny," Sonic cooed, petting at Shadow's quills and nuzzling at his face, "So good."

Shadow could barely form a coherent thought as Sonic snuggled him against his chest, though he did dimly wonder just how long he would be stuck like this, given that the chill of the night was finally starting to get to him, now that his jacket and clothes were in tatters. It was his last thought as he drifted off in the wolf's hold, twitching every so often as Sonic's knot periodically pulsed a fresh little wave of cum into him.

When Shadow awoke it was with a start, sitting up in a rush as his brain screamed at him the fact that he'd fallen asleep in a werewolf's arms in the middle of an alleyway. He gasped for air as he looked around, faltering as he found himself sat in a rather cushy, comfortable bed, surrounded by soft pillows and blankets. This was not his apartment, though it was certainly not the worst place he'd found himself waking up. He grunted as he moved to get up properly, only to fall back against the pillows as his hips throbbed painfully. He puffed out a breath as he ran a hand over his aching hips, before trailing it across his stomach, which was not quite as flat as it had been when he'd started his walk home last night. He dared not think of the implications of that. He sighed as he sat up again, more carefully this time, while taking in the rest of his surroundings. A lush looking room with a large bed and an entire wall of windows, though it was a mess, with clothes and shoes scattered everywhere, and a desk pushed into the corner covered in note books and scraps of paper.

It was then that he noticed the body laying next to him. A familiar head of blue quills poked out from the rumpled blankets, while a quiet snore echoed in the sizable room, causing a soft smile to play across Shadows lips. Sonic had obviously brought him home last night, which made Shadow's heart do an odd little summersault in his chest. He let out a breath as he settled back down into the blankets, rolling to face the other hedgehog, only to freeze as Sonic's face screwed up in his sleep at the jostling of the bedding. He held his breath as Sonic grumbled something inaudible, a quiet squeak of a sound leaving the dark hedgehog as he felt a hand brush over his side under the blankets. Perhaps he should have been expecting it, given how grabby and affectionate Sonic had been the night before, but it still surprised him as the blue hedgehog pulled him close in his sleep, tucking Shadows head under his chin, before settling back down. A low purr began to reverberate in Sonic's chest as he settled back down, which was tentatively joined by Shadows deeper rumble a moment later as the dark hedgehog let the calm pull of sleep wash back over him.

A very serious chat was going to need to be had once Sonic woke up, but for now, Shadow was more than happy to simply bask in the other's warmth.

[azumasoroshi]

forever cursed to write insane long tag spam on reblogs of other people’s posts until i realize that i should make a separate post for the idea and putting the post into drafts and then never getting around to transfering the idea to post form

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

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[stealingyourbones]

Never will I stop with the steadfast notion that folks in the DPXDC fandom should interact with at least some form of canon DC media.

There are comics, tv shows, radio dramas both old and new, podcasts, movies, magazines, so much shit that intentionally avoiding the media is simply preventing yourself from spawning new ideas and gaining a new appreciation for a fandom that you’re already in.

The Superman Radio Show has episodes 11 minutes long. A lot of the TV shows don’t have episodes that surpass 30 minutes and most are nearly fully clipped on the official DC YouTube channel. The amount of fan made motion comics is astounding. The amount of fanmade animations is equally as incredible.

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[quadrantadvisor]

DP x DC, revenant!Jason Todd

Shortly after meeting, Danny and Jason have a late night conversation about what it means to come back. 1281 words

On AO3

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Danny woke groggily, in a dark place that he didn't recognize, and took a moment to get his bearings.

He felt the warning ache in his neck that came from being propped up against an arm rest. There were two sources of dim light in the room—the glow of city street lights, muffled behind a curtain, and the green eyes of the man whose lap Danny's feet were propped on.

Right. Danny hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the revenant’s—on Jason’s—couch, but they’d been talking for so long, he must’ve dozed off.

Jason had had so many questions, about ectoplasm, about the zone, about Danny’s own experiences. Danny had done his best to clear up everything he could. A revenant may not be quite the same as he was, but still, it made Danny happy to be able to pass on his hard won knowledge and maybe save someone else a bit of the hurt and confusion that he’d gone through. It was what he’d always wished someone would do for him.

Jason was slumped into the couch, but he didn’t look relaxed. Danny examined his still profile, cast in strange shadows by its own green glow, and wondered how long it had been since he’d moved.

Danny shifted slightly, purposefully producing the fabric sounds of a body against upholstery, to make sure Jason knew he was awake. No reaction. Danny gave him one more moment, then asked, “You okay?”

Jason didn’t look at him when he answered, “You told me I’m basically possessing my own corpse, and I’m supposed to not be upset about that?”

Really, Danny should’ve predicted something like that. How long had he spent, trying to pretend that death hadn’t really touched him? It wasn’t an easy thing to accept.

“What’s the difference between a body and a corpse?” Danny asked.

Jason’s eyes snapped to Danny, their glow intensifying. “I am not dealing with riddle bullshit right now, I swear to-”

“No, I’m being serious,” Danny interrupted, pulling his feet from Jason’s lap and sitting himself up. “There’s one difference between a corpse and a living body, and that’s that someone is living in it. Jason—” he reached out, gripping one of Jason’s hands in his “—you’re alive. That’s what matters. The rest is details.”

Jason’s shoulders bent inwards, his other hand raising to rub at his chest. “You don’t get it,” he said, quiet. “People don’t just come back from what they did to me. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“However you died, it’s not-”

Jason huffed an ugly sound, a short and bitter laugh that Danny hurt to hear. “Is it crazy that that isn’t even what I was talking about? I meant after.” The motion on his chest was repetitive, like he was tracing something underneath his shirt, and Danny got the sinking feeling that he knew just what sort of scar it might be. “I was gone, okay? I was gone, and this body was still here. And they took it, and they cut it open and rummaged around inside to figure out what happened. Which is—” he cut off, sniffed, and Danny gripped his hand tighter “—which is stupid, right? It’s not like it wasn’t obvious.” His fingers twitched, and he continued, haltingly, “I mean, I’ve read the report. Pulled it off his stupid files. The smoke inhalation did me in. After everything that happened, it was the smoke.”

Jasons’ hand pulled out of Danny’s, and they both rose to cover his face, cutting off the glow while he curled in on himself even tighter. His voice was slightly muffled when he said, “And then they had to ship me home, right? So they bled me dry and pumped me full of formaldehyde, and they prettied me up so they could pretend I wasn’t just some empty thing, and Bruce held the tiniest most depressing little funeral known to man and put my ass in the ground, and I had to wake up down there.” His words and his breaths were coming too quick, and Danny didn’t know how to help. He didn’t want Jason to stop, not when it seemed like he needed to say all of this, but he could see just how badly the revenant was hurting.

“But you did wake up,” he whispered.

“Woke up in my own mutilated corpse!” Jason snarled. “Everything I’ve forgotten, and that memory is still crystal fucking clear! It stank in there, like death and vinegar and mud, and it was so small, and I couldn’t even try to scream for help because they sewed my fucking mouth shut—!” He broke off into a sob, and Danny couldn’t stand it anymore, had to lean into Jason’s side and wrap an arm around him as he shook with all the emotion he couldn’t reign in.

“Okay,” Danny said. Not you’re okay, just okay. “Okay, so that’s the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard, and I regularly hang out with a guy who wants to skin me.”

Jason sniffed. “What?”

“Nevermind. It’s just-”

“No, I think we should go back to the skinning thing-”

“I just don’t want you to let it define you,” Danny interrupted. “I did that. I got into my head about it, the whole ‘being dead’ thing, feeling like I was…” Danny gave himself a second, swallowed, “like some sort of freak. A thing that didn’t belong anywhere. But I’m still alive, and you’re alive, and even if we weren’t, it wouldn’t matter, because we’re still here, and as long as you’re here you can find something that’s worth staying for.” Danny rubbed what he hoped was a soothing pattern into Jason’s admittedly impressive bicep.

Jason let out a sigh. “I must really be pathetic if you’ve gotta pep talk me like that, huh?” he said, and Danny pretended not to see him wiping at his eyes. “Sorry,” he added, “about all this. I’ve got some shit I haven’t dealt with, and this ‘revenant’ stuff brought it up pretty bad.”

“I get it,” Danny said, and hoped Jason could tell how much he meant it.

Jason sighed again, heavy, like he was trying to release something else with his breath, and said, “It still doesn’t make any sense. Logically, I can’t be alive. Where did my blood come from?”

Danny shrugged. “Do you have blood?”

“I definitely have blood. I’ve seen a lot of it.”

That gave Danny pause. “Just like, around?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Jason said, deadpan. “I’ve got a surplus, so I like to leave some here and there, make sure everyone gets a chance to appreciate it.”

“I have no idea how much you’re joking and it frightens me,” Danny told him.

“Weak,” Jason replied.

“Anyways, you gotta not think about it too much. The interdimensional goop is already logic-defying, and you’re mixing magic with it with your special soul willpower or something. Your brain will explode if you try to make it make sense.”

Jason huffed a little laugh, bouncing Danny on his shoulder, and this time it made him feel lighter. “Can I just say that I hate that I’m full of interdimensional goop?”

“Valid,” Danny said.

Even without looking at Jason, Danny could tell that he just rolled his eyes by the way the soft green light moved.

Danny had his ear pressed to Jason’s shoulder, feeling his warmth, and if he focused, he could just make out the revenant’s pulse. Personally, Danny thought it was pretty cool to be full of magic and goop and blood. Much cooler than Danny, who was way more science goop than magic goop. They’d have to compare notes on that sometime.

Maybe Jason would come around to it.

[katabay]

PAGLUIB

way back in like. march?? I took a stab at writing some kind of kabitserye type of story but it was a mess: it kept veering off into murder mystery drama territory because I was reading a lot of murder mystery novels around then and it Wasn't Good because I hadn't tried writing mysteries, let alone murder mysteries, before lmao

I did write a handful of short mystery stories since then, so next year I might take a stab at this idea again now that I'm no longer jumping head first into a genre pool I don't know how to swim in :)

[front-facing-pokemon]

[necrotic-nephilim]

@profandomhopper i was going to reblog the original post this comment was left on but i felt it divorced itself from the original topic so much, you get your own post for giving me delightful permission to ramble about this. buckle in people this is long.

so, DC is a big fandom that expanses a lot of different types of content, and like anything, is subject to crossovers. the obvious ones like Marvel are for the reason of being a similar and equally popular superhero world, so it's easy to transpose the worlds onto each other and overlap the characters. both of these worlds deal with multiverses and endless, endless heroes. it makes sense and there's no real stretch to think Batman and Spider-Man could co-exist. i mean, there have been canon crossover comics. and even some more random crossovers like White Collar have pretty easy to trace origins, being an actor in WC was a popular Dick fancast back in the day so there was some bleeding over that led to a well-loved niche crossover space.

but Danny Phantom and Miraculous Ladybug are where it gets interesting. because at a surface, MLB sort of makes sense. it's a superhero world, you're following a teen girl superhero and sure the mechanics are pretty contained, but the crossover should make sense. but when you compare it to the crossover numbers of other superhero media like say My Hero Academia, Ladybug takes the *crown* with such a bizarre popularity. and of course, DP feels like it makes even less sense. sure, you *could* lump it into at the very least, superhero-adjacent media, but it's not a true hero world like MLB or DC is.

but, the thing to always understand about DC, *especially* the Batfamily (which is where the crossover content propagates the most) is this: a *very* good chunk of fans don't interact with the comics. i would venture to say even most Batfamily fans don't read the comics and actively talk about it. we've all read a very fandom big Batfam fanfic where the author's note mentions the writer has never touched a comic in their life. typically, these fans are either cobbling together their understanding from fandom content, or by frankensteining unrelated DC adaptations to understand each character. you take Bruce from Batman: TAS, you take Dick from the animated Young Justice, you take Jason from Batman: Under The Red Hood animated movie, you take Damian from the DCAMU Batman vs Robin, and you read some fandom metas to fill in the rest and well, you've got some sort of an understanding of these characters. read enough incorrect quotes, some genfic, a couple of character metas, and boom, you understand the Batfamily fandom enough to start creating your own content. and of course now. now you have Wayne Family Adventures so it's even *easier*. a pretty easy to pick up webtoon that's filling in all the gaps for you. but i've been in this fandom long enough to remember before we had WFA and even then, this was still a common, if not the most popular way, to ween yourself into the DC fandom space. you cherry-picked the canon you liked and then plunged into the depths of fanon.

i'm not here to make in depth commentary on if i think this is a good or bad thing. trust me i have that commentary in my head, but that would need it's own post. i'm very split on it and my feelings are complicated. my feelings on WFA are even *more* complicated. because oftentimes, the attitude expressed by these fans who are frankensteining this version of the Batfamily/DC world they have in their head is they don't *want* to read the comics. the comics don't contain the content they're after. and to an extent, i understand that. if you're looking for light-hearted vibes of the Batfamily all getting along and having the occasional hurt/comfort moments but in the end, they hug and make up, you're right. largely, you won't find that in canon. of course there are so many comics to recommend for Batfamily interactions, but you have to get specific. you'll find them interacting in small groups, Tim and Dick bonding here, Duke and Cass bonding there, but largely, the comics don't care to balance the ridiculously large cast they've given themselves. but fandom does. it's easy to toss them all in a blender and ignore the parts you don't like. the default argument to ignoring the comics or writing something OOC is always "well the comics are OOC and inconsistent too" which, while a flawed argument that massively misunderstand how comics work as a medium, isn't an entirely incorrect one. you could serve on a silver platter to these fans, an easy and accessible way to get into comics and they wouldn't be interested. it's not what they're here for. fandom is always character-driven above all else. it's driven by character relationships and dynamics. if someone wants to consume content where Tim idolized and stalked Jason as 'his Robin' and now is trying to help him rehabilitate and they're super complicated but have this long epic forgiveness arc, why *would* they read the comics? because they're sure as shit not going to find that dynamic in the comics. it's laughably OOC and not canon at all, but that doesn't matter. what matters is the sandbox. most Batfamily fans care *far* more about the sandbox canon gives them than the actual canon itself. feel how you feel about that, this really isn't being negative toward that attitude, but it is a common attitude.

so, you have Batfamily fans playing in the sandbox and building their own narrative. common fandom headcanons are so common, you could practically write a guide on how the fanon Batfamily works with how consistent people are about it. or you could just read WFA, which is practically the new manifesto of it. even now, with this sudden spike in people talking about canon accuracy and "actually this happening in the comics", they don't actually care about the comics, just what they can cherry-pick for fodder. (even if they rob it of so much context they're just as OOC as they were before. see specifically: the recent phenomena with Tim Drake going from the woobified weakest member of the Batfam who everyone needs to save constantly and he's the smart boy but he's also the one with a sad tragic neglectful past who gets overlooked being the way Batfamily fandom played with Tim for years. but recently, people seem to be pushing this idea of a ridiculously badass Tim, Tim who *totally* has a kill count because of his actions in RR (2009) if you take them completely out of context, Tim who bested Ra's and is even more badass than Jason and he's the 17 yr old CEO of Wayne Industries being cool and flawless it becoming the new fandom zeitgeist. neither of these versions of Tim are canon, and the second fundamentally misunderstands his arc in RR (2009) but the shift has undeniably happened and it's been fascinating to watch. the same thing happened with people suddenly deciding Jason isn't the "angry violent Robin", he was a sunshine sweet boy who was perfect as Robin. neither of these are true, but the second feels more transgressive and new to fandom from cherry-picked panels.) the point is largely, Batfamily fans would rather build their own canon than play with the actual canon.

and then, you have Danny Phantom. i'm not into DP and have no interest to get into it, but what i know about it via fandom osmosis is this: DP fans sort of also don't give a fuck about canon. once again, the canon of DP is a sandbox, not a rulebook. the concepts and the characters are the draw, not the plot itself. i've seen DP posts explaining characters who are essentially OCs, but have become so dominant in the fandom via fandom osmosis. there are concepts and ideas about how Danny's powers work and potential concepts with his ghost nature that either aren't in canon or only happened once in canon and fans decided to expand on that and doesn't care about it's own in-universe logic. i've seen a lot of DP fans also express they haven't seen the show and they don't have plans to see the show. because the show is just some children's cartoon with some inconsistencies and a simple plot, as you'd expect from CN. the show isn't the point. no one cares about it's plot, they care about it's characters. they care about pushing the concept of half ghost boy to a logical extreme and seeing what you can get out of that. can you make it weird and fucked up. how much can you highlight on his trauma and body horror. what identity crisis can you give him and how can you build his interactions with other characters in his world around that and also make those characters fun and unique on their own. sure, the skeleton of canon is there, but the meat lies all in the fanon.

Miraculous Ladybug also exists in this similar vein. the characters, the concepts, those hold intrigue. and not even mentioning the fact the original concept for this show was supposed to be aimed to an older audience, so you can see the bones of something a bit more mature and nuanced under this typical, villain of the week magical girl transformation show. the show itself is a bit shallow and that's not a *bad* thing, it's just the medium it exists within being aimed towards children. but the concepts of a teen girl who's basically a sort of chosen one, a boy who doesn't know his father is the big bad of the show, and their weird identity porn love... square thing. those dynamics are *so* complicated and such a fun sandbox to play in with character-driven fandom.

so, at the core, you have three fandoms that care more about the culturally accepted fanon than the canon, with a good chunk of people often not even consuming the original canon content. and well, DC is an *easy* world to transpose just about anything onto. a boy who's half ghost and fighting supernatural threats? that makes sense, DC has ghost heroes like Deadman already. a girl who has this magical item that gives her animal themed superpowers? i mean that's practically the same thing as Vixen's Totem so that one makes sense too. they fit in pretty easy, no needing to change the world to accommodate them. and of course, if you're a fan of *one* fandom where you don't care for the canon content and only like the fandom sandbox, chances are, you'll get drawn in pretty easily to another fandom with similar mechanics. if you can teach yourself the DP fandom rules/concepts, you can teach yourself the Batfamily fandom rules/concepts. and well, since there's so much crossover in fandom members, why not write the fanfiction? crossover fics will always exist, but with such a shared member base, you have a really big boom.

it's why the characters you see DP interact with in DC are *always* characters who are far more driven by fanon than canon. Danny and John Constantine is a *massive* concept. for people who don't read Hellblazer comics. my poor partner, @divine-dominion has lamented to me pretty often about finding DP content in the Hellblazer tag that is essentially turning Constantine into an OC. because whatever version of Constantine is being written about isn't one bit comics accurate, and really, isn't trying to be. and the same thing happens with Shazam. you watch Young Justice and understand him well enough, you get drawn in by the character concept that you just run with it. people put their favorite blorbos in the same place because hey, wouldn't ghost boy be pretty cool in a city like *Gotham*. how would Batman even react to him. and then, the shipping. because ages for the Batfamily can be easily hand-waved and moved around based on where you plop Danny into the timeline, you have your pick of the litter with him, and same with Ladybug. of course there are the most popular ships but largely, the world is your oyster.

i don't think this is the worst thing in the world for either fandom. it's not hard to filter out the crossover tags and scroll past content i don't like. and sure, i see the appeal of making your blorbos from two different places meet. i've got my drafts *full* of DC/MHA crossover ideas because well, i like them both and think that would be cool. i think my only gripe with it is when DP or MLB crossover content seeps it's way into the wrong tags. using the above example, if you're writing about Danny and Constantine but there's zero content of the actual Hellblazer comics, i don't think you need the Hellblazer tag, just the Constantine character tag. tbh i wish this extended onto Ao3 and people utilized fandom tags better. if you're writing Batfamily fanfiction that is very clearly and obviously WFA driven in characterization and concepts, i would far prefer those fics be tagged with the WFA fandom tag rather than the Batman (comics) fandom tag. because well, you're not writing about the Batman comics. and there's nothing wrong with that, but it helps if you don't confuse yourself for content striving to interact with canon more. (this especially extends to Young Justice, by the way. if you're writing for the Young Justice tv show please, please stop using the Young Justice (comics) fandom tag. i'm at my wit's end- /lh)

the whole thing is fascinating. i've got zero interest in entering DP or MLB as fandoms because that's not my speed, but witnessing it as an outsider is my favorite pastime. i see a *lot* of posts going around the DC x DP space that are helping explain to people who's who, what's what, and understanding the canon/fanon of both of these properties so others can better enter the space. which is not something you'd need in a fandom driven only by it's canon content, but it is sweet watching others try to help newbies enter the space. it's a very inviting fandom space, i think, whether you lament it's existence or not. they're just sitting in their corner with their blorbos, and i gotta respect that. the posts explaining the Batfamily to DP fans are always fun for me to read, even if i disagree with some of the characterizations in them because it helps shine a light on what the fans of this crossover regard as "important" enough about each fandom to be worth including those sorts of primers. very fascinating stuff.

[crookedfivefingers]

3.13 | ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴏʀᴅꜱ

link to the post I accidentally wound up prattling endlessly about in the tags 💀

[dovalore]

sharing literature

first panel: (left and right evbo designs by @cowboyskeletons)

second panel: rightmost evbo by conn1e_ on twt, every other (except the one holding book) by me

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

(context for watcher/listener!sausage can be found in the “videos” tag on my blog if you want it, but this ficlet can be read without said context)

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“Y’know, of all the Hermits I was expecting to be pulling me into a dark corner tonight, I did not expect you to be first, Grian! I love the initiative!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Grian says in a voice near a hiss. He’s got Sausage by the wrist, leading him into a small area of the upper floor of the tavern in Sanctaury that does look like it was built for the exact purpose Sausage is implying. Grian decides to ignore that as well.

“What are you doing here?” Grian’s straight to the point. He always has to be, with these Things, if he doesn’t want to get trapped in a loop of slant rhyming pleasantries.

“What do you mean?” Sausage asks, shaking his wrist out of Grian’s tight grip and leaning comfortably against the wall. “This is where I live. It’s my home. If anything, I should be asking you mysterious strangers what you’re doing here, but I’m sure you’ve heard that question enough for one day.”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Grian crosses his arms and tries his best not to look petulant, but he sure feels like it. “I thought They’d given up on trying to snatch me back, so why would They send you of all people? What’s your game?”

Sausage laughs, honest to god laughs, like he can’t believe Grian’s even asking him such a question. Grian thinks it’s a reasonable question, in this scenario, but what he thinks and what’s reasonable rarely seems to matter with these things.

“They didn’t send me,” Sausage looks him up and down in that way that makes Grian have to physically stop himself from curling inwards. This is why he never talks to Them. “Nobody sends me anywhere, they don’t tell me what to do and I like it that way! I just do my own thing. Isn’t that what you’re doing?”

“No you’re not! You’re not- you can’t be! That’s not how this works!” Grian begins to notice that he’s no longer whisper-shouting and starting to just-normal-shout and takes a deep breath, trying not to draw the attention of his friends enjoying themselves on the floor below. And, realistically, in the other dark corners Sausage seems to have built into this place.

“That’s exactly how this works. You didn’t think you were the only person who’d left, did you?”

Grian opens his mouth, closes it, and thinks. In hindsight… yeah, he had kind of assumed he’d been the only person who’d left. Not for lack of trying, probably- but They’d tried for so long to get him back, kept him closely surveilled even when They’d accepted he was gone- surely some people had caved to that pressure eventually. When there was no sign They’d ever let up, ever let you go… he could understand eventually letting it overtake you.

“Did- did you leave, too?” Grian doesn’t remember the last time he saw Sausage’s face. He didn’t know him back then, of course. He probably would’ve connected the man with the person Pearl so often spoke about sooner. But he knows it’s been a long time, maybe even longer than the last time Grian had gone There. He doesn’t think Sausage had been There, that day. This might explain why.

“Eh, not quite?”

“What-“ Grian flails, both mentally and with his arms a bit. “What do you mean not quite?”

“Exactly what I said! I was never- it’s complicated, y’know?”

“Explain. Now.”

“Well, uh,” Sausage seems to flounder for the first time since this conversation started, which Grian is choosing to take as a victory. “Look, I wasn’t- they didn’t pick me. For this, or for anything, ever. Sometimes things just happen and you get yourself into a place you shouldn’t have and then… they can’t get rid of me, I can’t get rid of them, it is what it is.”

Grian stares at him for a long moment. Really stares at him, in the same way Sausage had looked him over earlier, in the same way that makes you feel like you’re under a microscope. Judging by the sudden nerves in his eyes, Grian can assume he feels it too. Grian remembers his face. That had been the first thing he’d noticed, when the Hermits had arrived. It had been a long time since they’d seen each other, but Grian knew his face. And now that Grian was studying him, really trying to remember… he’s not sure he quite likes what memories he’s dredging up.

“What are you?”

“Grian!” Sausage’s voice drips with mock offense as he puts his hand up to partially cover his mouth. “We only just met, do you think that’s polite?”

“Answer the question,” Grian sighs. How Pearl deals with this man on the regular, he doesn’t know.

“Well, if you insist.” Sausage sighs, somehow even more exaggerated than his previous movements. “It’s just… if you’ll believe it, it’s somehow even harder to answer the first question.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Grian says. “They’re two very different People, you know.”

“But they’re the same species, when it all comes down to it. Like, you might be very different than a chicken, but you’re both birds in the long run.”

Grian pauses, fanning his wings out a bit behind him as he considers. “I don’t think that metaphor’s quite landing the way you want it to.”

“No, me neither. Anyways, let me continue.

When they don’t pick you, things go a little differently! You don’t get sorted onto one side or the other since, well, you’re not really supposed to be there? So I’m… whatever I want to be, really. I think I’m feeling like more of a Listener, today, but we’ll see how the mood shifts.”

Grian flinches at the Name, on instinct. He doesn’t know how to feel about that, so he files it away to be dealt with at a later date. As for the rest of what Sausage said-

“What?”

“You heard me.” Sausage shrugs. He’s so nonchalant, Grian thinks he might strangle him, if not for the worry that that’s exactly what he wants out of this, somehow.

“Did I? Did I hear you?” Grian wants to pace, but that requires leaving the security of the corner, so he forces his feet to root themselves to the floor. “I thought- I thought you had to- if you wanted to change sides, I thought you had to-“

Grian closes one eye and takes his thumb to it, twisting the finger into his eyelid. The gesture seems to get the point across.

“Well, that’s the funny thing about this, actually.” From the way he’s been talking, Grian assumed Sausage thought this whole thing was funny. He restrains himself from saying that out loud if only so Sausage will finish his explanation.

Sausage reaches up to his left eye, pulls his eye lid back a bit, and unceremoniously pops out his prosthetic eye.

“All these processes and rituals actually have a lot of loopholes.”

Grian doesn’t know what face he’s making, but it’s enough to make Sausage giggle while he pops the eye back in. Because of course he does. Because this how his day is going, apparently. Walk through a weird portal in his basement and wake up in a world filled with his friends who don’t recognize him and also a guy he only ever saw There, who he was never supposed to see again. Sure. Of course he’s laughing about it. Grian thinks if he was a slightly different person, he’d be laughing too. It is, undeniably, absurd.

“Well, I think we’re done here then!” Grian would probably object if he weren’t so shocked about the loopholes. As it is, he just stands there a bit stupidly.

Sausage turns away to return to the party before turn around again for just a moment, reaching over, and ruffling Grian’s hair. That shocks him enough to shake him out of his stupor and swat Sausage’s hand away, though not before his hair is suitably messed up.

“What was that for?!”

Sausage smiles as he reaches up to rough up his own hair as well. “I assumed you didn’t want your friends asking questions about why you were dragging me into a dark corner, you know?” Sausage even goes far enough to pull his shirt a bit out of where it’s tucked into his pants, because of course he does. Grian tries not to cringe, but Sausage is right about this one thing. It is the easiest way to dodge any questions about where he’d gone off to- at the expense of the many knowing looks and teasing remarks he’ll be getting from the other Hermits instead.

“Have a good night, Grian!” Sausage calls over his shoulder as he turns to leave for real this time. “And remember, drinks are on me for all you guests tonight! You look like you need it.”

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FUCK what I said about the majority of significant changes to dialogue in Re:CoM being to adjust Axel's characterization, the most egregious change is actually this

(GBA CoM)

(Re:CoM)

if I had to guess, the reason for this change was because in GBA CoM, The Superior was a spooky, unknown being at the head of this Organization we had very little knowledge on, and for Vexen, the guy who runs his mouth constantly about how much better he is than the others, to be terrified of him, he must be some pretty scary dude. But then after kh2 we know him, it's Xemnas, he's very dramatic, he likes to talk to the moon, and the effect of your mind filling in the gaps about what "The Superior" must be like is gone. So it wasn't really necessary anymore, right?

(rest under cut because it's long)

Except... the way they changed it is so weird. In the GBA version, what's happening is pretty clear:

Marluxia tells Vexen that his project is a failure

Vexen demonstrates that he does not give a shit about Marluxia's opinion

he does care very much about The Superior's opinion, though, and Marluxia uses this to blackmail him into eliminating Sora- an action which is nonsensical, as the entire point of what they're doing needs Sora alive, making it clear to everyone in the room that he is deliberately sending Vexen to die

and then after that, when Vexen shows up to fight Sora, he goes "if you want to fight me for real you've gotta do it in the memories from the other side of your heart lol bye" and Sora goes "huh? other side?" and then it cuts to a scene on the top floor:

and then this gets more into subtext but here, Vexen has realized he's totally fucked and his only hope is to mess directly with Marluxia's plans (well, they were the Organization's plans, but it's pretty obvious by now Marluxia's abusing his power for his own purposes) by giving Sora more information than he should know. This does get the traitor gang worried enough to send Axel to go kill him (as opposed to just letting Sora take care of him, which was presumably the original plan)- he very specifically cuts Vexen off to keep him from saying too much (this is retained between the original and the remake)

Anyway, what happens in Re:CoM sort of follows the same order of events, but everything is changed slightly in a way that just makes things more confusing.

Marluxia tells Vexen his project is a failure and Vexen demonstrates that he doesn't give a shit about Marluxia's opinion, as before

Marluxia threatens Vexen with a weapon, rather than threatening to tell the Superior

this, notably, does not seem to faze Vexen very much. he continues to run his mouth while having the scythe pointed at him.

Xemnas is still leveraged- Marluxia points out it was the Superior who entrusted him with the castle

...even though reasonably Vexen would already be aware of this, and has still demonstrated that he has zero respect for Marluxia despite it

the lines about betraying the Organization being a capital crime are retained, probably because it's super relevant later, but then that line of thinking is abandoned in favor of Marluxia and Larxene just taunting Vexen instead

The part where Marluxia says "do it. you won't" could be seen as a sort of threat... if not for Axel's line: "You give a challenge like that to Vexen and he'll seriously want to eliminate Sora." It frames it all as though Vexen went to fight Sora out of some sort of pride.

And look, Vexen may have a temper and a superiority complex, but he's not stupid. They're obviously baiting him. Plus, what happened to him seeing himself as above the others and countering things he doesn't like with "well actually I'm higher ranked than you and also you're an idiot"? Is he that insecure in his fighting capabilities? I could deal with characterization changes doing him dirty if it didn't also make no sense in the context of the plot.

So now we have Vexen going to try to kill Sora, something that really makes no sense to do, out of pride. What was the purpose of sending Sora to Twilight Town? Also pride, over the fact that he managed to get that information? Giving the writing the benefit of the doubt, I could say that these nonsensical actions can be explained as evidence that Nobodies can have hearts and people with hearts do strange and rash things, but that just feels like a reach, which is bad because what they had in GBA CoM worked perfectly fine and made sense without any reaching for the "idk emotions make you do strange things" explanation.

It continues. After Vexen gives Sora the Twilight Town card in Re:CoM and Sora wonders about what the "other side" means, this is that version of the conversation the top floor members have:

...what? "If Sora disappears, that would mess up the Organization's plans"? what are you worried about? the only reason Sora would disappear is if Vexen killed him. there's no way they think Vexen being in Twilight Town would give him an advantage, right? they know he's a pathetic fighter. "Vexen has clearly committed a treasonous act against the Organization" HOW? HOW IS IT CLEAR? they don't express any worry about Sora learning too much, up until Axel says "I came to stop you from talking too much" when killing Vexen- and that being there makes it seem like they were worried about Sora learning to much, but if that's the case, why would they replace the perfectly serviceable lines in the above scene? it's just... baffling that they would want to lean into the narrative that Vexen going to kill Sora (which he'd been goaded into doing) is the problem here, because it just makes so little sense compared to what it was originally.

once again giving them the benefit of the doubt: Marluxia's real plan was to take over the Organization, and he saw an easy way to pick off one of the members, so he took it. the motive for stopping Vexen doesn't actually matter.

buuuuut it's the same as with Vexen earlier. Marluxia may be too self-absorbed and power-hungry to notice Axel is scheming against him, but he, too, is an intelligent man. he's plotted for a while, getting into Xemnas's good graces in order to be put in charge of the Castle. this is incredibly sloppy for him. I guess it could be said that getting so close to his goal would make him sloppy, but again, if they'd just left things the way they were in GBA CoM, I wouldn't even have to be saying this

in conclusion: GBA Chain of Memories' intra-Organization strife subplot is so tightly woven with calculated moves on all sides that Re:CoM changing certain things without taking into consideration the consequences makes certain parts of the plot fall flat and become far more confusing than in the original story