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[gayandtransgendersonic]

Sonic was walking down the corridor looking over the vast training grounds of the castles knight barracks, he was discussing business with the knight Silver and the knight captain when he saw a glimpse of black and red in the corner of his eye. Briefly checking if the other two were paying attention, he gazed down at the metal clad Shadow. The man’s muscles flexing under a tattered linen shirt, patches of sweat and blood covering it. Shadow wore gauntlets and a half breastplate, the hot weather not letting the knights wear the full armor that they usually wore.

Shadow showed no restraint, jabbing the wooden blade deep in the other knights ribcage before a female knight stopped them both. Shadow bowed, discarded his wooden sword on the rack, and peeled off the heavy padding with visible relief. Sonic’s eyes didn’t waver for a moment, so absorbed by the sight of Shadow’s glistening furred body under the blazing summer sun that he did not notice Silver nudging him. “Prince? This is a serious matter.” The knight captain had his arms crossed over his chest, and Sonic apologized before tearing his eyes away from his knight. Silver shot him a knowing look, it was a miracle Shadow and Sonic’s relationship was still a secret with how the two (more-so Sonic) struggled to keep their hands and eyes to themselves.

Later, far past the sun had set and just as the kingdom settled down for the night, Shadow slipped past darkened corners of stone and moss to the garden behind Sonic’s room. The balcony was dizzyingly high, but he wasn’t going up there, not with the guards by the gardens gate only a dozen or so feet away. Shadow was going to the small pergola tucked into the far wall of the garden. Away from the guards and away from the castle itself,m. Hidden behind neatly trimmed bushes, trees draping their branches overhead, vines and flowers all sealing the area away. It was discovered by Sonic as a child, his own secret cove away from the expectations and duties of a young prince. Sonic’s friend and brother Tails was the only other person to see it, until Shadow.

Sonic was already there, candles around him turning his blue fur and white nightgown a warm shade of yellow. Shadow’s footsteps alerted Sonic, the princes ears darting up before his eyes. “My prince.” Shadow smiled, something he never did around anyone who wasn’t Sonic or… Maria.

“Shadow.” Sonic stood, joining the knight halfway and immediately being brought into a tight embrace, however their lips didn’t crash together in their usual hasty immature fashion. This time, Shadow buried his nose into Sonic’s neck, smelling faintly of soap. “Woah what’s up?” Sonic held Shadow closely, not letting go until Shadows own arms loosened. “Nothing, just missed you.” He said. Sonic snorted, brining Shadow to the bench. “You pretty much see me every day.” Sonic kissed Shadows cheek now that they both sat. Shadow took Sonic’s lips, leaning into him until both were lying across the bench. Sonic shuddered under the rough gloved hands that ran across his body. Sonic’s own gloves were off as unlike Shadow he actually dressed for sleep. His fingers poked around in the near pitch black for Shadows ears before he found their soft surface. He rubbed them, earning a growl, to which he snickered at, continuing to rub and massage the knights ears. Shadow’s growls turned into a low purr, and Sonic smiled. “Why don’t we take it slow today, I’m still sore from last time.” Sonic winked. Shadow rolled his eyes and sat up, letting Sonic crawl onto his lap and kiss him, claws running through black quills. “You? Sore? I’m always the one who has to convince you to rest.” Shadow nipped at Sonic’s neck, just where he had buried his face into earlier. “Well…” Sonic took a deep breath, stretching his neck out for Shadows fangs to graze over the blue fur. “Captain is suspecting another attack from Eggman, Silver and his team were out scouting the forest when they caught one of Eggman’s minions.” Sonic released the breath, slumping into Shadow’s arms. “How is this different than every other time?” Shadow asked, hoisting Sonic up and bringing him to the creaky wooden table that mostly stood as decorations, as when Sonic was placed on it, the single leg made a worrying sound. “The minion was…” Sonic waved his hands about, trying to find the words. “A clone?” Shadow raised an eyebrow. Sonic seeing the hedgehogs confusion quickly recounted what the captain and Silver told him.

“A clone of Amy… Why her?” The image of the princess came to mind, Shadow tried to imagine two of the girls, cringing. She was sweet but just as two candies was too much sugar, two Amy’s was too much… Amy. “I don’t know, she was completely under Eggman’s control until she saw the real-our Amy, something about the two seeing each other made the other Amy snap out of whatever spell she was in. They actually are getting along quite well!” Sonic laughed, fond of his friend, his once fiancé. Shadow growled again. “And what if there are more clones? Not everyone is as nice as Amy,” Shadow said nice reluctantly, he saw Amy more annoying than anything, “it makes sense why she came to, but what if it was Knuckles? Or you?”

“Or you.” Sonic grinned. “Impossible, there’s only one of me.” Shadow humphed. Sonic grinned wider and ground his hips down, the other nearly forgetting their position. “I don’t know, I’d like to be with two of you.” Sonic barely got the last word out before Shadow pushed him down again, tugging the fabric of Sonic’s gown away so he could get to the hem of the hedgehog’s pants, yanking it down ignoring how the button protested against Sonic’s hips. “Well I’d hate to be with two of you.” Shadow said. Sonic laughed, then moaned as Shadow’s mouth met the area between his legs.

After struggling to stifle his cries of pleasure for long enough for even some of the candles to burn out, the two cuddled on the bench, Sonic using his knight as cushioning from the old wood. “You will be called out to fight Eggman’s army again.” Shadow smoothed Sonic’s quills as he spoke. “Well duh, I’m a capable fighter as much as I’m a prince.” Sonic said, sticking his tongue out. Shadow frowned. “We will worry about it when the time comes, when had Eggman ever been a serious threat?” Sonic nuzzled into Shadows chest fluff, taking a deep breath and letting his fatigue wash over him. He yawned, and Shadow shook his shoulders. “Oh no you don’t, you need a bath and to sleep in a proper bed.” Shadow sat up, ignoring Sonic’s protests. By the time the two were up and retrieved their clothes, the birds started to rustle about in the trees, signaling the night reaching morning. Or at least, that is what the two assumed as they spoke in hushed voices all the way back to Sonic’s own room.

[persimmonsimmer]

“I thought everyone knew.”

“People know less than you give them credit for, and what they think they know is often wrong. That’s why I don’t like to rely on gossip. …I know it’s none of my business,” Carl added, “but I have to admit, I’m curious. And—to make myself sound just a little less abhorently selfish—I really do believe it helps to talk things out.”

He might be right. It might be good to talk to someone who wasn’t walking on eggshells to avoid upsetting her like her parents, or veiling their disappointment in her with sisterly concern like Leonor. A friend.

She began, slowly at first, with dinner at the Campbell’s. Carl was a good listener, absorbing her words quietly but not impassively, speaking up only to encourage her to continue.

“I never meant for him to leave his wife,” she insisted. “I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. I was upset, and it just did.”

Carl nodded. “That story of Anna’s really shook you up, hm?”

“I guess so.”

“What happened with Anna’s lover—from what I’ve heard, it sounds a lot like what happened with Miguel’s father.”

It still hurt to think about Griff. “I’ve never been able to make sense of it. I keep thinking that one day it will all click into place, and I’ll understand what was going through Griff’s head that night. How he could propose to me and then run off the very next day. It just doesn’t make sense. Even if he was having doubts.” Citlali swallowed the painful lump that had risen in her throat. “Sometimes I wonder if there was something else, something he didn’t mention. Something that could explain why he had to leave without telling me, why he was acting so strangely—“

“Acting strangely how?” It was the first time Carl had interrupted her.

“Just… withdrawn. Anxious. The night before he disappeared it felt like things changed in an instant. We were talking, and then suddenly it was like he couldn’t wait to get away from me. And then, the next day, he wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t see me at all. And the day after that, he was gone.”

“And what else?” Carl pressed, eyes lit up with an unsettling gleam. The intensity that had entered his voice scared her. “Did you notice anything else unusual? Anything you couldn’t explain at the time?”

Citlali hugged her knee to her chest, a shiver passing through her. “Like what? I don’t… what are you suggesting?” She couldn’t keep a note of wariness out of her voice.

Carl’s demeanor changed so quickly that she almost believed she’d imagined the fire in his eyes, the stiff set of his jaw. His features rearranged themselves into their familiar mild lines, his expression one of sympathy and apology.

“I’m so sorry, Citlali,” he said. “It wasn’t my intention to dredge up painful memories, or imply anything about Griff’s disappearance. You get used to hearing some pretty fantastical stories on the road... I guess I got carried away. The fact is, I’m too nosy for my own good. It can be handy in my line of work, but it can also make me an insensitive ass. Please accept my apology.”

“No... It’s OK. I understand,” she said slowly. She was eager to forget the uneasy feeling Carl’s questions had raised in her. “Part of me wants to believe that Griff had a good reason for leaving, or even that he didn’t go willingly, because that would mean he didn’t leave because of me. But what reason could there be? I have to stop trying to think up excuses for him.” She smiled wanly at her own foolishness.

“It’s just... I thought he was my soulmate,” she continued. “Maybe that sounds silly to you, but we practically grew up together. I think I had a crush on him from the first time I met him. ...Do you believe in soulmates?”

“Not as such.”

Citlali waited, but he seemed content to leave it at that. “Why not?”

He gave a short laugh. “You’re a little bit nosy yourself, you know. Maybe that’s why we get along. ...Well, I guess the idea of a predetermined soulmate just never resonated with me. I was almost married once—surprised? Ha. It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter.

“In my experience, there always comes a time when two people who love each other have to decide whether to or not they want to keep loving each other. And not just once. Every time things get hard. To me, real love isn’t finding the perfect person for you and living happily ever after. It’s choosing to keep trying.”

Citlali thought about that. “That’s not very romantic. Or... maybe it is. In a way. Something about choosing someone over and over is kind of nice. ...I don’t know. Maybe believing in soulmates is stupid.”

“I didn’t say that,” Carl said gently. “I could be wrong, too. Maybe only the Watcher knows. ...But here, there’s no reason you should be forced to listen to an old man rambling on about love. I’ve probably kept you away for too long as it is. We should head back.”

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[mebis-art-dump]

She is so cool

[radioducky]

Casino-DressCode

Excited for the Casino Party in the upcoming chapter “Of Saints and Sinners” by @morningstarwrites 🫶

It was meant to be a sketch…

[stil-lindigo]

warmth.

a comic about not being alone.

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[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[totally-here]

3 times Phantom's Guardian was Mentioned + 1 Time He Showed Up

One

Phantom’s introduction to Young Justice wasn’t as dramatic as Empress’ or Slobo’s, or even Arrowette’s first introduction to the cave. No, it wasn’t during the Olympics, or on a battlefield, and he didn’t come in injured and looking for help. 

Impulse just brought Phantom in one day and insisted that he should join because he’s their age, interested in justice, and now that Greta’s human again they need another ghost member. So Phantom stayed, popping in and out for missions but never really sticking around all that long. 

Today is one of the days that Phantom’s with them on a mission, that being looking around a lab of the Brain’s that had an energy surge recently, despite it being presumably abandoned. 

Kon got paired up with Phantom to check the rest out first, since they both have better hearing than Anita and Tim, who were both still in the main room working on checking the computers for previous activity. 

The room is dark except for the light green ball glowing slightly above Phantom’s hand. He waves it around enough for it to reflect off of glass, then throws it up to the ceiling. The light expands enough to illuminate the room. 

Phantom mumbles about not knowing he could do that. Kon ignores him and moves closer to inspect the glass tubes to the side of several monitors set up. 

“Looks like cloning equipment,” Phantom says, casually. He drags a finger through the dust gathering on one of the monitors. “Don’t think they’ve been activated recently, though, so that’s good.”

“What? You got a problem with clones or something?” It’s a quick and defensive answer, and Phantom puts his hands up in surrender. 

“Not in concept.” He shrugs and joins Kon near the tubes. “But not a lot of people ask before making clones.”

“So I don’t need to sic Superman on you?” Obviously Kon could chew Phantom out himself, but few can do a “not mad, just disappointed” face better than Clark. 

Phantom scrunches his face. “Why would you need to?” 

Kon stops pretending to inspect the tube and stares at Phantom. “You do know I’m a clone, right?” The blank look on Phantom’s face tells him that no, he did not. “Well I am. Clone of Superman, though we’re pretty much brothers now.”

“Cool,” Phantom says, not a bit less friendly. He hesitates for a second before continuing, “Could I maybe ask you how you got there? Me and my clone have landed on cousins, but that was also, like, given to us by her evil dad. So.”

Phantom trails off. Huh, that makes three members of the team that have been cloned. Not a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened three times. 

“You’re making sure she feels accepted, right?” 

“Yeah! Well, whenever she’s around. She,” Phantom waves his hand around, looking for the right word, “She’s a wanderer. Exploring the world and stuff. But Richard has a room for her at home, and I remind her of that whenever she does stop by.” 

“Well, first of all, don’t push it so hard,” Kon says. Phantom nods enthusiastically. “And second, who’s Richard?”

Kon doesn’t know a lot of Richards, and he doesn’t think that Phantom ever mentioned one before. Or even if he remembers his living life. 

“Oh, he’s my, uh, guardian? I guess that’s the best term. The guy I’m living with who forces me to go to school sometimes.” Phantom looks away and back to the tubes. 

Before Kon can ask for more details, Robin and Empress come in with a report of dead computers and wanting to know where they’re at with the cloning room.

They’re unimpressed with their lack of progress.

Two

Wally doesn’t really need to come by the Hamilton Lodge that often, not when that’s Young Justice’s territory and he doesn’t want to get involved in all of That.

But Red Tornado said that the team has a file on a planet that’s very quickly becoming a league problem, and he figured it might be a good time to try to check in with Bart, anyway. Make sure he hasn’t run any cars off cliffs again and all that. 

So he stops by Manchester to ask Bart about the file, then they both head East to actually find it. 

When they arrive at the hotel minutes later, Wally’s surprised to actually find it… clean? There’s no visible trash or overturned furniture or anything else he’d expect from an abandoned hotel filled with teenagers. Well, maybe not filled, lately. He doesn’t think anyone’s living here currently, with Greta at Elias’ for the school year and Slobo gone. 

Still, the room smells slightly of artificial pine scent, and Bart perks up before disappearing and reappearing rapidly, holding a teammate up by his armpits. Said teammate just accepts this, his legs folding into a wispy tail, and head rolling against his shoulders. 

“This is Phantom!” Bart holds him up higher. Phantom waves. Wally’s only heard of him through Max’s updates, the same way he would hear about Preston or Carol, but with more wariness about the supposed ghost. 

Actually looking at the pale face and glowing green eyes contrasting against the darker than dark jumpsuit, Wally’s a little more ready to accept his claim at being undead. 

“He stress cleans,” Bart explains, moving to carry Phantom under his arm. Wally bites down the urge to tell him to put him down, but only because Phantom doesn’t resist the hold, only moving to get into a more comfortable position. His hands are touching the floor. “So what happened?” 

Bart directs the question downwards, and Phantom heaves a very dramatic sigh. Definitely a teenager. It does raise the question of who exactly this kid’s mentor is. Hopefully he does have one. Maybe he’s the Spectre’s kid?

Phantom phases through the arm holding him only to lay on top of Bart’s hair. “I accidentally called Richard dad. And then fled.” 

Bart nods sagely. “Classic. One time I accidentally called Max dad, so I had to start a fire to distract him.”

Phantom sighs again, almost dreamily. “Genius.” 

Wally doesn’t have time to unpack all of that. Well he does, but he’s not going to, because there’s really only one Richard that comes to mind that might have the heart to take in a dead kid, even if he doesn’t go by his full name.

But surely Dick would have told him, or any other Titan, if he had adopted a kid. Right?

But there’s still a little shadow of doubt. Maybe Dick wanted it to be a secret, or it was really new or had a rocky start. Phantom doesn’t seem to hold himself like a Bat, but it’s not a guarantee Dick would have trained him. 

“The lodge looks nice,” Wally offers out loud, which Phantom shrugs at and wraps his tail around Bart’s head to keep secure. “Anyway, Impulse. The file on Myrg?” 

“Oh yeah!” Again, Bart disappears then reappears a few seconds later with a paper file. They really need to start digitizing more of these things. “That’s the planet where we played baseball so that they wouldn’t destroy Earth!” 

“You what.” 

The prospect of Dick following in his dad’s footsteps is forgotten in the face of what the hell Young Justice got up to on Myrg. 

Three

Tim may be in a…Predicament. 

It’s not his fault. Really. He knew what he was doing. He couldn’t let a civilian fall for the trap. But they were already so close, so he just, kinda, pushed himself into the rope instead. 

So there Robin is, tied upside down in a warehouse, with the Joker below next to an overly complicated control panel. The clown’s rambling about bombs hidden all over the city that Tim knows Batman is already tracking down with Batgirl. 

Tim’s not really paying attention to the rant because of that, more focused on wiggling enough to get the spare mini-birdarang out of his glove to cut the rope without notifying the Joker. 

“Yikes, bad time?” Asks Phantom’s voice beside him. Based on the source and accounting for the slight echo, he’s floating with his head near Tim’s, likely upside down. “Want some help?” 

Tim gets the birdarang out and starts sawing at the thick rope. They should be fine anyway, but stalling the Joker for extra time would be helpful. “Can you possess the Joker? Just hold him still.”

“The correct term is overshadow, but sure.” The voice disappears, and a few seconds later the Joker freezes. 

His body jerks forward, then backward, and a laugh chokes out of his throat. His hand claws over his mouth at the noise and he hunches over. All movement halts before he rights himself, shaking out his hands and rolling his shoulders. Phantom looks up at Tim and his eyes are glowing. 

Tim cuts through the rope, kicking and using the momentum to right himself and land on his feet. He brushes past Phantom in Joker’s body to handle the control panel. He turns off the radio broadcast and dismantles the bomb strapped to the panel.

Threat handled, he turns to Phantom and holds up some handcuffs. “Let me arrest you?”

Phantom obliges, turning the Joker’s body around and putting his hands behind his back. Tim lets him walk by himself out of the warehouse and moves the handcuffs around a lamppost. The Joker’s body jerks again, then slumps forward, just as Phantom reappears next to him, scowling down at the unconscious body. 

“That felt really slimy. Zero out of ten, would not do again,” Phantom grouches. 

“Why’re you in Gotham?” Tim asks. It’s not like Phantom makes a habit of visiting. The last time he came into the city, he complained about feeling the dead under the streets. Fortunately, that let Tim uncover a few tunnels that Talons travel through. Phantom, however, was unnerved by the Talons and left quickly. 

“Oh, Solomon Grundy’s back in our sewers. Richard said I should probably tell one of you Gotham heroes, since you keep track of those guys.” He shakes out his hands like they were cramped in the Joker. 

They hadn’t seen Grundy in a while. Tim assumed he was currently in a less violent personality. “What’s he doing?” 

Phantom shrugs. “Just chilling. Mostly underground. I tried to talk to him but he only grunted back at me. He also tried to pick me up, dunno what that was about.”

“Maybe because you’re both dead?” Tim guessed. That would be a surface level connection. Ivy and Woodrue have had more luck working with Grundy than anyone, and Phantom definitely doesn’t have the connection to the Green that’d help with that. 

Police lights turn around the corner, and Tim shoots a grapple to get to the roof above them. Phantom follows, but disappears as soon as they’re on the roof. Going back home, probably. 

Cass drops down from the roof she was listening on. “Richard?”

“Not the same one.”

They both stick around long enough to watch the Joker get put into the cop car. 

Plus one

A spaceship landed in the forests of New York, and Cassie’s team was the first to respond to it. Technically not respond, but check it out, since there wasn’t any alert or anything. 

Still, Wonder Girl has Empress, Robin, and Superboy on the other side of the ship, watching what looks like the back door, while she, Impulse, and Phantom watch the other door and main window. She has binoculars, but the windows are so tinted she can’t quite make anything out. 

No aliens have come out yet, and she hesitates to have anyone go in, in case whoever inside does turn hostile. 

Impulse has offered to run through a total of five times already, and it’s a testament to his restraint that he hasn’t, and a testament to Cassie’s that she hasn’t yelled at him yet. Phantom at least isn’t being annoying, but he’s not necessarily helpful, either. He’s not even watching the spaceship anymore. Now he’s trying to make a flower crown out of dandelions. 

“Door’s opening on our side,” Robin says from the comms. “But no one’s coming out.” 

“Alright, good enough to try to get in,” Cassie decides. She turns to Phantom, who’s closing off the circle of flowers. Beside him, Impulse has since pulled out a gameboy. “Phantom, go in invisibly through the open door and report back. Try to see what their plans are.” 

“Oh, sure. One second.” Phantom finishes the crown and tries to put it on Bart’s head. It doesn’t quite fit over his mane of hair, but Phantom shrugs and leaves it sitting there anyway before going invisible. 

“Maybe I should shave my head again,” Bart says as his game character dies. 

He gets a resounding no in response. 

Half an hour later they have a very annoyed Green Lantern lecturing them about league jurisdiction and knowing when to call someone else. 

Apparently, the alien ship was just stopping to complete some maintenance, and did not appreciate any spying on them, and especially did not appreciate who did it. Green Lantern was more than happy to explain that Wonder Girl’s team is not really a part of the Justice League and he can help with their maintenance. They denied his help and left to find a place with less people in it. 

“-and you!” Green Lantern rounds on Phantom next, but Cassie knows none of them are really listening. Sure, they messed up by freaking out the visiting aliens, and yeah maybe they should have contacted the league about it, but they’ve dealt with stuff worse than this! It’s not Cassie’s fault she thought that this would have stuck to the formula. 

“Who even are you?” Green Lantern runs a hand through his black hair, stupid green gauntlets shining in the sunlight. “Do I need to call your mentor?” He frowns. “Or do they know you mess up alien technology by just being around it?” 

Phantom scoffs and rolls his eyes. “How was I supposed to know their tech would go all fuzzy when I came in?” 

“You wouldn’t have to know if you just stayed out of the spaceship!” 

“Hey!” Cassie cuts in. “Technically that was my call. It’s not all on Phantom.”

“I still could've been more careful,” Phantom says to her, ignoring Green Lantern as they argue about blame. 

“Cut it out for a second, okay?” Green Lantern puts a hand between them and they stop to glare at him. He pulls the hand back. “Look, can I just talk to one of your adults about this?” 

Robin glares. “We don’t need an adult. We have this under control.”

“Only because I’m here now.” 

“I’ll call my mentor,” Phantom says. Kon opens his mouth, most likely to offer to call Superman instead in hopes of a lighter sentence, but Bart covers his mouth, smiling like he knows something Cassie doesn’t. Tim and Anita share a look, and don’t intervene as Phantom pulls out a phone from his chest. 

It rings once before it’s picked up. Cassie can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but Kon’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Hey, do you think you can pick me up? Green Lantern wants to talk to you.” Phantom looks Green Lantern up and down then says, “No, this one doesn’t have a cape.”

Phantom says goodbye after rattling off their coordinates, hangs up, and stares at Green Lantern in silence for a few seconds. 

And then a swirling mass of black seeps into the space next to Phantom. The end of a cane steps out of it, followed by a leg, then the rest of the immaculately dressed man holding the handle of the cane that’s shaped like a bird’s head. 

“Phantom,” The man says. His voice drips with condescension in only a way a british accent can, yet Phantom smiles up at him. The shadowy portal behind him disappears. “What, exactly, happened?”

“That’s the fucking Shade,” Anita hisses to Robin, who shrugs noncommittedly at her. Green Lantern seems to recognise him too, taking a step back and clenching his hand that holds his ring. 

“Well, the team and I were staking out this spaceship–super cool, by the way–and I went inside to check it out, but my presence messed with their tech–which was an accident–and they freaked out, so I freaked out, and then we kinda got into a little fight until Green Lantern came to mediate.”

“Hm. Is that right?” The Shade asks Green Lantern, who nods slowly, still anticipating an attack. “It seems like the problem’s fixed, then.”

“Well, yes, but–”

“And it does seem about time for these kids to get home, doesn't it?” The Shade pulls out an actual pocket watch, chain and all, from his suit pocket and takes his time in checking it. “I’ll see them home.” 

Shadows grow from behind the team, swirling until they become a giant, gaping maw that swallows them up and spits them out in a different forest, or maybe just a different part of the same forest. 

Either way, Cassie has to take a moment to make sure she doesn’t throw up from the sudden vertigo the shadow portal caused. 

The Shade looks at Phantom, and raises an eyebrow. “You can’t expect me to always bail you out.” 

Phantom shrugs, looking guilty. “I know. Thanks, Richard.”

Oh, so that’s who Richard is. Annoyingly, neither Tim or Bart look surprised by this revelation.

[cj-the-random-artist]

Ok hear me out: Narilamb but they're both aroace and in a qpr.

I've been rolling around in my head for like a long long time this idea that Narinder and Lambert could both be aroace and (after like. A couple of centuries or so) end up in this like very comfortable very close relationship that neither of them define as anything specific other than calling it a "companionship". But on the other hand most of the cult thinks that they're dating in secret or something despite the fact that both of them have said they don't take lovers, because they are clearly very tight but maybe not super openly so, so maybe the cultists thing they're being secretive and hiding something or something like that. Idk but my aroace brain loves thinking about extremely close (mostly) platonic relationships and for some reason my brain decided hmm. I'm going to take this and throw it at Narilamb and see how I like it.

So then I decided to make a ridiculous joke comic about Narinder asking Lambert's hand in marriage specifically because he wants to get out of paying taxes. Because like, I know that spouse followers do actually still have to pay taxes in the actual game but. Hey Narinder and Lambert have presumably never married so they probably don't know that...? Honestly the only reason I made this was because the concept tickled me and I spent too much time on this for no one to see it, so. This comic and all it's absolute ridiculousness be upon ye.

While there's a tiny part of me that's been thinking about making this into an AU (which I'd probably call something like the "Strictly Platonic AU" or something), I know for a fact that I would blatantly not do anything legitimate with it so. It's an unofficial AU I guess?? But. Anyways. I thought this would be funny. Enjoy my ramblings and I hope you enjoy this thing that I spent. Actual time on. Lol

[waywardstation]

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[gayandtransgendersonic]

Erm kindof continuation of this

In a tree behind the towering wall that separated the outer fields from the garden sits Silver, the soft glow of his telekinesis being the only thing giving his position away. His eyes were blown wide, in his world Sonic wasn’t close with Shadow at all. Hell, with how Sonic was clinging to him Shadow would’ve thrown him into the dirt long ago, forget how Shadow kissed Sonic back. Silver’s cheeks were flushed dark red and he nearly fell out of the tree he was perched in, telekinesis holding his weight off of the narrow branches. He almost wished Blaze was there to snap him back into reality, to pull him out of his jealous and flustered thoughts that swarmed his mind. He knew that this Shadow was not his Shadow, he knew that there would be another one of him in this world as well, but the jealousy gnawed at him nonetheless.

The lovebird hedgehogs left, laughing quietly and exchanging soft kisses as they returned to the castle. Silver knew he had missed his chance, just like the last time he was sent out to destroy the hedgehog. Though this time was under better circumstances, he berated himself for still failing to take the chance after all these years.

His wrist beeped, and Amy’s voice crackled through the speakers. “Silver, this is Amy. How are you?” She whispered. “I lost them, Sonic and Shadow… They…” Silver blushed. “They were doing it, I couldn’t interrupt them.” Silver bit his lip as Amy giggled on the other end. “Or maybe you just wanted to watch, don’t be shy Silver. Oh, but do hurry, I warned their Amy and Blaze, but I hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to anyone else much.”

Silver gave a hum of approval and dropped from the tree silently, turning his communicator off and sprinting behind the castle to where Amy’s location was. A library tower on the far northern end of the castle, it’s pointed tip working as a waypoint as Silver slid under the bushes past the guards, using small bits of telekinesis to cramp the guards necks so that they could not turn their bodies to look at the flash of pale that was Silver running behind them. An opened window with a pink arm hanging out of it caught his attention, and with a leap Silver floated up to the window, smiling at the peacefully sleeping princess Amy resting her head on Amy’s lap. “Shh, the princess is sleeping.” Amy winked and held a finger to her mouth as Silver hovered through the window and landed on the wooden floor. The smell of books and old leather hit Silver and he felt tired the moment he took a breath. The perfume princess Amy wore tickled Silver's nose as well, and he smiled. “She’s just like you.” He said. The perfume had the same scent that Amy wore most days. Soft, flowery, with a hint of vanilla. Silver borrowed it one night he and Shadow went on their first date.

Silver let out a deep sigh, he could not let his feelings get in the way of their mission. No matter how bizarre it was to see his lover so close with one of his best friends. “Wait…” Silver perked his ears up to look at Amy who was busy stroking princess Amy’s quills. She looked at him confused at Silver’s wide eyes. If Sonic and Shadow were together, Amy would most likely feel the same way. At home, she and Sonic were happily dating, but in this world what exactly was her and Sonic’s relationship? Princess Amy’s title as princess signified that she is high ranking, just like prince Sonic. So why was Sonic and Shadow together and not Amy? Was… Sonic cheating? Each world parallels each other, so did that mean this world’s Silver was also with Sonic? Where or who even was this world's Silver? Silver himself had not seen his doppelgänger yet. “Silver? Are you okay?” Amy asked, reaching her arm out to stroke Silver’s cheek. “Yes, sorry, just thinking. This is a lot, I’m sure you understand.” Silver found a seat on an adjacent bench underneath an arched window similar to the one he had levitated into. “Yeah, seeing everyone, and myself, but different was a bit jarring.” Amy laughed. “I saw Blaze smiling…” Amy went back to petting princess Amy’s head. Princess Amy was smaller than Silver’s Amy. The princess was shorter, thinner, she looked almost sick. “This world doesn’t have healthcare like ours. She has stomach ulcers, but they can’t treat it here.” Amy looked down at herself. “Can we help her?” Silver asked. Amy shrugged. “You know I would, but I don’t know that much about medicine. Tails said we shouldn’t interfere too much with this world, us being here is already too much.” Amy took a deep breath. “Damned Robotnik.” She groaned. “Let’s try to sleep, are you two good up here?” Silver stood back up to put his hand on Amy’s shoulder, a smile as comforting as he could muster plastered on his face. He knew both of them were annoyed at the Doctor, and terrified of messing up their mission. It was more than fighting Robotnik this time. Now Tails life was on the line, as well as an entire world of people. “Sleep with us, it’s safer here.” Amy tugged Silver down, and Silver squeaked as he toppled on top of the two Amys. Princess Amy mumbled and stirred, waking from a frantic Silver pushing himself up. “Silver, go to sleep.” Princess Amy grumbled, wrapping her arm around SIlver’s waist and dragging him back into the cushioned couch. “At least it’s warm.” Silver adjusted himself so he was not draped diagonally across the two, and instead curled with princess Amy beside Amy’s lap.

x

The sun burnt Silver’s eyes. “Amy?” A voice fully woke Silver, since he had buried his face into the blankets below him. “Uhm…” The voice was closer now, and princess Amy was woken up.

”Silver, good morning.” She giggled, and Silver rubbed his eyes. “Good morning. “Good morning.”

Silver blinked, looking up at his mirror image.

”Silver?” Princess Amy looked at silver, then at knight Silver. Amy woke after everyone else, rubbing her own eyes and gasping. “This is weird.” Knight Silver shifted away. “I never slept better in my life, Silver. You should join us tonight.” Princess Amy sat on her ankles, wrapping around Knight Silver’s arm. “With… Another me?” Knight Silver looked at Amy. “And another Amy?” Knight Silver seemed to have more trouble understanding everything which Silver instantly recognized. Maybe they were more similar than he thought. Princess Amy giggled again, pulling Knight Silver onto the couch in all of his armor and pointy edges. Knight Silver’s cheeks grew red as Amy kissed his face. “Wait, you two?” Silver gaped at the sight in front of him. “He is my knight in shining armor.” Amy kissed knight Silver closer to the lips now. “Oh.” Silver turned his gaze to his Amy who had wide eyes. “Then this explains Sonic and Shadow.” Silver laughed to himself.

“What?” The two doppelgängers looked at him confused with knight Silver looking more terrified and princess Amy looking amused. Silver feared he said the wrong thing. “Nothing.” He slid off of the couch. “I’m going to finish what I was supposed to do last night.” Silver opened the window, and jumped onto the ledge. “Okay, but try to eat something.” Knight Silver said, and Silver looked back at him, a bit shocked. “Sorry, I’m hungry so just I assumed that you were too.” Knight Silver’s lips quivered into a smile, and Silver found himself laughing. “You’re not wrong.” He bowed his head as he prepared to hover down to the grass below.

x

He stayed out of the guard's sight as he made his way back across the castle walls and to Sonic’s balcony, hovering to the giant doors left slightly ajar. He slipped inside, ignoring how his cheeks flushed at Sonic alone, sitting on his bed putting on a shirt and yawning.

Why was he blushing?

”Oh my Chaos Silver, why are you here?” Sonic jumped up as he saw Silver in the reflection of the mirror across the room. The bed rustled and Sonic panicked, throwing the velvet quilt previously thrown on the floor, over the bed. “It’s okay I know, I need to talk to you two.” Silver stepped forwards. “What are you wearing? Also please just knock on my door.” Sonic crossed his arms over his unbuttoned shirt. “I’m not your Silver, I came here to warn you about Dr Robotnik. He opened a massive portal into this world and is coming here as we speak. You need to-“ ”Wait, wait, wait. I can’t believe I’m saying this but can you slow down? And also maybe turn around, there is a very angry and naked hedgehog suffocating under there and I need to free him.” Sonic held his hands up, and Silver bit his lip and turned around, albeit reluctantly.

“Dr Eggman used Chaos emeralds to open a portal to this world and sent a bunch of robots here to take over. Luckily I was able to stop him from getting far but he will strike again, and that is a fact. He is preparing an army, and he got Tails.” Silver clenched his fists, saying the last part through gritted teeth. “Tails?” Silver was spun back around by a horrified Sonic. “We tried to stop him but Tails wanted to get the emeralds back. And he did but… Robotnik put something in his head and he is completely under his control, at least until we extract it without damaging Tails’ brain. Tails is the only one who could do that though, and Robotnik knew that.” Silver didn’t look into Sonic’s eyes. Despite the romantic relationships of this world being confusingly different, he knew Tails and Sonic’s relationship wouldn’t be changed much. Prince Sonic growled, and Shadow held him by the waist from behind him, making Siver’s heart throb painfully.

“Then we need to save him! Forget if he isn’t the same Tails that we have, if he’s Tails then I love him.” Sonic let go of Silver, and fell back against Shadow. Chaos did Silver hate what he was looking at. He wanted to push Sonic to the bed and bite his neck and make him whimper— “Silver? You’re just like the Silver I know, always spacing out. Why don’t you have breakfast with us? Captain was talking to me earlier yesterday, and you I guess, about this exact thing. I’ll get him to join us.” Sonic smiled. “Okay…” SIlver took a deep breath and nearly moaned as Shadow’s scent wafted over him and the dark hedgehog pulled the two under his arms. “If your Eggman is anything like ours, then he is pathetic. I bet the three of us can beat him by ourselves.” He smirked. “If you’re anything like our Silver, then you can send both of them back to whatever cave they came from.” Shadow was so close to Silver and oh Chaos was he unable to hold his whimper back. The hedgehog had the same effect on him no matter the world, it seemed.

”Shadow stop, what will our Silver think when he sees you all over him like that.” Sonic humphed, putting gloves on. “Remember what you said last night? I think two Silvers would be delectable.” Shadow let go of Silver, leaving him red and confused. “You’re scaring him!” Sonic approached Silver now, pulling the white hedgehog's hips flush against his own. “You- my Sonic is dating Amy… I’m only… uh…” Silver bit his lip, ignoring the heat in his stomach. “And when Amy kisses Sonic, does that make you feel bad?” Sonic mimicked Amy perfectly and it made Silver snort. It wasn’t that different between worlds. “I won’t answer that.” Silver slipped out of Sonic’s arms. Unrequited love and everything. Knight Silver was lucky to be with someone nice like Amy.

”Hurry, or I’m leaving you two behind.” Shadow had his arms crossed at the door. “Ooh~ scandalous, Shadow the knight leaving my room alone in the morning.” Sonic was at Shadow’s side in a flash, and he bumped his hips against Shadow’s. “And us leaving together is any better?” Shadow raised a brow. “We have Silver! Obviously we were doing some late night training and fell asleep!” Sonic stuck his tongue out, and Shadow rolled his eyes.

Silver couldn’t help his expression from souring and butterflies from filling his body.

[vyeoh]

(The Washington Post)

For those who don't know, the US Supreme Court just ruled that states are allowed to enforce trans healthcare for minors. Undoubtedly, this will trigger a wave of other states that either hope to pass or have already passed policies to do the same. This is going to kill children, and harm more in long-lasting ways.

So, how can you help?

FUCKING VOTE. I don't care if you don't like Biden, he's not the only one on the ballot. Vote representatives into your city council who will turn our city into a sanctuary city. Vote for governors and state reps who will, even if they don't pass new protections, oppose bans being pushed through. Chsllenge and kick out conservative incumbents who are banking on their races being obscure enough for people to not vote in.

Anyone telling you voting is useless is either lying to you or grossly uninformed and think saying this is the edgy new take that will make them look hip and informed. Yes, the system is broken. But short of burning the whole thing to the ground (which personally I'm not a fan of as I quite enjoy having like. Roads and the FDA) what we can do is to change it for the better, by starting with the local races and working our way up.

[mimimar]

finally completed my comic based on the song ivy by taylor swift!✿ please zoom in to read the text and see the details~

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you can get the digital zine pdf here! it includes extras like character profiles, costume design, more art of willow and ivy, zine-exclusive sketches and an illustrated guide to the symbolism of all the flowers in this comic.

you can also get prints of individual pages here!

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[sakuravalelp]

Don't eat anything else - Part 2 - DP X DC

Previous part

Masterpost

This is the only chapter where I'll tag people. Please, if you want to follow the story from this point on, follow the master post :).

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"You both should stop eating the food." Came Babs voice through the comms. "Danny asked Tim to not eat anything else. We suspect the food may content poison."

Bruce subtly shared a look with Cass before returning to nodding at Masters' proud rambling about his latest contract. They had both stopped eating long ago. The soup was good; Masters’ words about Danny being a good cook weren’t a lie. However, Bruce couldn’t identify the chunks of meat in the soup.

He initially thought it was pork, though the texture seemed somewhat similar to veal. By the fourth piece of meat he ate, he could confidently say he didn't recognize it. When he looked at Cass, he saw her using her spoon to play with one of the pieces of meat on the edge of the plate, a frown hidden behind her polite smile. He was sure then that the meat couldn't be one they had tasted before.

Bruce has tasted every kind of meat that should be available to Masters. He has even tasted exotic meats that Masters would probably never encounter, having represented humanity in intergalactic meetings as Batman. Not being able to identify the meat discouraged Bruce from eating more, and it seemed to have had the same effect on Cass. They had kept their food mostly untouched, using the excuse of waiting for Tim and Danny to return before eating. It was a good call; the meat being poisoned could be the reason it was unrecognizable.

"If any of you feel any symptoms, turn off your comm." None of them made a move to do so, and after a couple of minutes Babs continued, "I'll call Bruce in 10 minutes to create an excuse for you guys to leave."

Bruce would have liked to think that they had not yet consumed enough poison for it to affect them, but there's always the possibility of it being a delayed-effect poison. If Masters' plan with the poison was to kill them, then a delayed-effect poison would allow Masters to avoid being immediately connected to their deaths.

However, Masters shouldn’t have a reason to kill Bruce Wayne and his wards. Unless the man had discovered that they were investigating his contracts, which Bruce doubted. It was more likely that the poison was some sort of chemical restraint or chemical submissive, which would explain why Masters' contracts always seemed to end ridiculously in his favor. It would be easy to make such deals with someone who was drugged to be more agreeable with you.

Not that Bruce would be willing to take the risk to find out, especially with Cass having also ingested the tainted meat. He was glad he had brought the poison antidote kit with him. Despite this, Bruce wasn't sure about cutting the visit short, at least not for all of them. Tim had been gone with Danny for a while now, and if Danny had informed Tim about the food, they were probably exchanging information at the moment. Maybe Tim was in the process of offering Danny help, and Bruce didn't want to interrupt that.

"Renovations will be starting next week, and I'm sure the place will end up being quite popular," Masters finally finished his rambling.

"It sure sounds like it will. You certainly got yourself a great deal with Kensington, Mr. Masters. I'm curious, what is your negotiation method?" Bruce asked, hoping to gather more information.

Masters had been surprisingly adept at avoiding any conversation about the negotiations themselves, always sidetracking the discussion or giving half-answers. Drugs in the food was a good hypothesis and would be the best outcome for them, as such substances usually shouldn’t take too long to get out of their system.

Yet, it didn't explain how Masters' business partners seemed to stay committed to their contracts long after they were made. The furthest they had gotten from them was confusion about how they had reached the point where they accepted the contract's conditions. However, they all seemed convinced they had gotten the best outcome possible, despite obviously getting the short end of the stick.

It pointed to something besides drug usage. Maybe Masters got blackmail material from them while they were drugged? It would be easier to draw conclusions if Masters had even the smallest slip about it.

Masters smiled, taking a sip from his wine. "Ah, it takes years of practice, Wayne. It isn't something one can learn in a day, and only those with the capacity can master it," he said. Then, before Bruce could ask any follow-up questions, he continued, "Now, Daniel and young Mr. Drake sure seem to be taking their time."

"Oh, that doesn't surprise me," Bruce said, shaking his head with a fond smile, playing farther into his "Brucie" persona while lamenting the lost opportunities to get more leads on what Masters was doing. "They're around the same age. Surely they got distracted talking about whatever is of interest to kids their age these days."

"I would be glad if my godson got along so well with your son, Mr. Wayne," Masters said with a practiced smile, though a hint of calculation flickered in his eyes. He gestured vaguely with his wine glass, his tone deceptively sympathetic. "The loss of his family hasn't been easy for him, and building a connection with someone like Mr. Drake could be beneficial. However, it is quite rude to leave the guests waiting. As his guardian, I must address this. I’ll go search for them." Masters stated, standing up from his seat.

Luckily, Bruce didn't need to interject to stop Masters from interrupting his son's conversation with Danny, since the two boys appeared by the door as if summoned by Masters' comment. Danny visibly tensed the moment he spotted Masters standing in his place.

"Daniel, it's good you're finally back. I was about to go search for you," Masters said, throwing Danny a stern look.

Danny opened his mouth, probably about to apologize for the wait, but Tim beat him to it.

"So sorry, Mr. Masters. I had to take a shower before changing clothes."

"Oh, don't worry about it, Mr. Drake," Masters said as he looked Tim up and down, evaluating if what Tim was saying was true. His eyes lingered on Tim's wet hair for a moment, and the tension in his eyes relaxed a bit. "It is Daniel's fault for throwing the soup on you. Now, shall we continue with the dinner?" Masters sat once more on his chair.

"Should—" Danny started, slightly stuttering when Masters' eyes returned to him. "Should I serve new portions? Since the ones on the table are probably cold by now?" the intensity of Masters gaze increased with every word Danny said. In response, Danny lowered his gaze to the floor, and shifted nervously.

Danny's voice was way too small by the end of his sentence, but Bruce could sense some hidden urgency in his tone. Remembering that Danny was the one who had warned them about the food, Bruce could infer that he was trying to further prevent them from eating it. It gave Bruce the impression that Masters had also caught onto that fact, given how tense the man was.

He was grateful for the kid doing their best to protect them, but lamented putting them in a position where they had to risk confronting their abuser. Bruce really hoped Tim had convinced Danny to leave with them. It shouldn't be difficult to create a reasonable invitation for Danny after Masters' comment about how he was isolating himself.

"Good idea," Cass said with a gentle smile directed at Danny before Masters could make any move.

Masters' eyes narrowed slightly, but then he nodded. "Very well. Daniel, go ahead."

As Danny hurried to the kitchen, Bruce shared a subtle glance with Tim, who was retaking his seat beside Cass. Unfortunately, instead of the nod indicating that they could get Danny to leave with them if they created the opportunity, Tim just shrugged. It wasn't the sign for Danny refusing help, but the one for things being more complicated than they seemed. Bruce sighed, and before Danny returned from the kitchen, his phone rang. He excused himself to answer Babs' call, lamenting not being able to take Danny with them.

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Bruce came back from his brief call with Babs with a worried face that Cass knew wasn't the one he made when actual "family emergencies" happened. It was exagerated and dramatic, it screamed "something terrible had happened," and was perfect for this kind of situations. Bruce quickly ushered Cass and Tim out, apologizing to Masters for the hasty departure. They barely had time to say goodbye to Danny, who had hurried back from the kitchen after Masters had shouted about seeing off the guests.

Cass noticed a subtle shift in Danny’s demeanor as they prepared to leave. His shoulders dropped slightly, and there was a fleeting look of relief in his eyes. However, that relief was overshadowed by the palpable fear that clung to him; his tense posture betrayed the anxiety he was trying to hide. It was hard to leave him behind, and Cass almost ran back when she caught sight of Vlad’s possessive hand on Danny’s shoulder and his venomous, angry eyes as she was walking out the door.

As soon as they were in the car, Tim immediately began checking the vehicle and himself for hidden microphones, with Bruce and Cass following his lead with little more than a raised eyebrow. Tim’s decision to search for bugs made sense once he explained that Danny’s room had been bugged,

"Honestly, Danny's so careful with his actions and words everywhere, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole property is bugged."

The drive back to the house they had rented was tense, the atmosphere in the car thick with unspoken concerns. Tim decided to use the ride home to update them on what he had seen. In turn, Bruce spoke about the dinner with Masters, detailing their regrettable failure to extract any additional information from the man. The evening ultimately boiled down to the suspicion that the food had been poisoned. Cass remained silent, not feeling up to talking.

She had her doubts about the food being poisoned; even if the poison hadn't shown any symptoms, her past training should have allowed her to identify it if she had consumed it. It seemed unlikely that Masters possessed a poison so sophisticated that she couldn’t detect it, and the thought only deepened her unease. She though back to how their hosts acted at the start of the dinner.

Danny looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. His eyes darted nervously between them and Masters, his hands trembling slightly as he served the food. The guilt and fear radiating from him were almost palpable, as if he believed he was committing an unforgivable sin by offering them the meal.

Masters, however, didn’t seem like he was planning to poison them. He behaved more like Damian’s classmates had when they once tried to trick him into eating non-vegan food at a gala. His smile was too easy, his gestures too casual, like someone who thought they were pulling off a harmless but cruel prank. It felt like he was purposely feeding them something he knew was outside their comfort zone and ethical beliefs, testing their reactions with a detached amusement.

From the very beginning, Cass had felt a deep discomfort about the food. The way Masters and Danny acted around it had set off her internal alarms. When she took the first bite of the meat, something immediately felt off. The texture was unfamiliar, and the taste was oddly unsettling—not in a way that clearly indicated poison, but in a manner that was subtly disturbing, she didn't know what she was eating. It made her skin crawl, and she couldn’t bring herself to take another bite.

The car coming to a stop in the house’s garage jolted Cass out of her thoughts. They all exited the vehicle, and Jason’s motorcycle was parked beside them as he opened the door. tightly clenched jaw. Like the rest of them, he was frustrated by their inability to take Danny with them, but he wasn’t vocalizing it because he was also worried about what they had eaten.

Once the door was opened, Bruce was ready to rush into his bedroom to get the poison antidote kit, but Jason stopped him,

"Hold on old man, I want to know what the note the kid gave Tim says. It may even say what poison was used; save us time."

"Mnn" Bruce said with a slight nod, and Tim started unfolding the paper in response.

The folded paper was as small as a pinky, but once unfolded, it revealed a full letter-sized sheet, and the text filled at least half of it. Tim skimmed the text as he usually did before reading aloud, but his face quickly drained of color. His eyes widened in horror and disgust. Instead of reading aloud, he kept running his eyes over the first line repeatedly, his gaze darting between Bruce and Cass. His jaw was clenched tightly, and he struggled to keep his composure, fighting against the bile rising in his throat. Cass couldn’t help but frown deeply, a growing sense of dread settling in as she wondered what the paper could possibly contain.

"Forgot how to read, replacement?" Jason said, his tone lacking its usual edge. He stood beside Tim, his expression a mix of uncertainty and concern, unsure whether to reach for the paper or not.

Tim takes a shudering breath, and Cass herself can't help but shift in her place, her anxiety growing, as they all wait for Tim to gain back his voice and finally read what Danny's note says.

"The meat on the food is human meat." Tim finally says with a strained voice.

There's a moment of silence in the room. Cass keeps her eyes on Tim, hoping, pleading, to find any signs that what she heard is wrong, but Tim only repeats the sentence. Her stomach churns violently as bile rises in her throat. Without effort, she sinks to the ground, her legs giving out as she begins to vomit. The pounding of her heart fills her ears, as black dots fill her sight and her hands tremble uncontrollably. She is dimly aware of Bruce doubling over beside her, and the sound of Jason hitting the wall.

She ate human meat. It may have just been a bite, but she ate human meat. The dinner had been made from human meat. Her mind recoiled at the abhorrent thought. The thought of the soup they were served makes her vomit once more. She gasps for air, her body shaking as she fights against the rising tide of revulsion, desperately trying to rid herself of the lingering taste and the horrifying realization of what they ingested. She feels Tims hand doing smalls circles in her back and realizes that tears had been falling from her face.

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Danny's hands trembled as he injected himself with another dose of ectoplasm. The shaking made the syringe jab painfully as he withdrew it, causing drops of blood and ectoplasm to fall to the floor while the injury quickly healed. Ten minutes of continuous electrical shocks wasn’t the worst punishment he had received from Vlad, but it had the most severe drawbacks. His body had a harder time recovering from electrical damage than from any other kind of harm, and Vlad often exploited this weakness.

He took a deep breath as the last of the Lichenberg marks disappeared from his legs and arms, leaving only the ones he’d gotten from his death. He sat on the bathroom floor, staring at the ceiling, his legs and arms still trembling. He wasn’t sure if the tremors were from the electrical aftershocks or his own anxiety. Vlad had been furious about his little stunt with the soup and had once again reminded him that they weren't eating Danny’s friends because he was such a "compassionate guardian."

The reminder had thrown Danny into a couple of panic attacks once he was allowed to return to his room. He thanks he's advanced dissociative abilities for not having those panics attacks in front of Vlad. He doesn't wan't to know how the man would try to exploit that.

But even as his whole body trembles and aches, he doesn’t regret his decisions. This is his only chance for things to change. The Waynes are a powerful family with connections to the Justice League. While the League has not interfered with what has happened in Amity Park up till now, they might get involved if the Waynes reach out to them. It’s wishful thinking, and he’s risking a lot, but this gut-wrenching dinner has become the first glimmer of hope he’s had since his family’s death, and he’ll hold onto it with his half-life.

Once he's body stops trembling and he's head feels a bit clearer, he needs to text Sam and Tucker. He'll depend on them for this to not backfire on all denizens.

[mosttsundereofplants]

Third to last episode of Freshman Year: it’s all coming together. The enemy is revealed, but so much time has been lost that chances of victory are slim. The heroes must rush to save their families, terrified they may arrive too late, and regroup with little rest to face their final battle.

Third to last episode of Sophomore Year: Kristen is dead (again). The party must split up and face their worst fears in shockingly emotional scenes, eventually to reunite with each other and prepare for the fatal fight ahead, searching for any way to save their fallen friend.

Third to last episode of Junior Year: “blimey.” *explodes*

[visionsofmagic]

day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]

࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.” 

he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek. 

he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen. 

“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.

“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.

“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!” 

he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.

“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?” 

his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.

“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.

his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.

shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.

why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.

he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.

holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.

you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.

being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.

you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.

no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.

“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time.  “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”

the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”

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