#id still pick animal crossing

[kcrossvine-art]

Hi fellow adventurers!! A few weeks ago i caught wind of "Delicious in Dungeon". I'm not really an anime person, but I am a TTRPG, CRPG, and cooking person- . And holy shit. It is so good i  convinced my partner to binge read the whole thing. I'm caught up on dungeon meshi, the anime, and just yesterday i also finished dungeon meshi, the manga.

Its rare to come across a serialized story that is so thematically cohesive and knows its characters so well. All of the bonus content like the artbooks and monster tidbits are just the icing on top.

So, inspired by Ryōko Kui's writing and illustration I'm going to attempt to create a recipe for every single Delicious in Dungeon recipe!-

Today that means Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot is on the menu!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to a Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot?” YOU MIGHT ASKThis is one of the pricier dishes until we get to the kelpies and dragons of the menu-

Rock lobster tail

Porcini mushrooms

Shiitake mushrooms

Snow fungus

Small potatos

Fensi (glass noodles)

Water

OPTIONAL: your choice of dipping sauces

There was a crossover/promotional event in Shibuya which featured various realworld dishes from the series. They had one for Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom, but they used prawns.  while those cook better in a hotpot, they also didn't look enough like the scorpion for me, they also used udon noodles for the slime and a seaweed/kale(?) mixture for the algae. If you're looking for substitutes due to price or availability i would start with those ingredients.

AND, “what does a Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKI hope Senshi would forgive me for technically cooking the lobster outside the pot, once he tastes it.

Okay im always partial to veggies but wowowowowowowoowowowow the snow fungus and the mushrooms tasted soooooooooooo good in the lobster stock

A nice delicate layering of different flavors

Try to get a bite with the lobster meat and shiitake together, dip in butter then chili- trust me

Its up to you what texture you prefer if you want to put the noodles in at the end or put them in halfway through the meal. Either way dont go for eating those first as theyre very filling

I think this would pair well with a citrus drink, something light and clarifying

This would also pair well with being extremely high and hungry (if you feel safe cooking while inebriated lol) very calorically dense

For the trial run I did one lobster tail in the pot with everything else, and one lobster tail off to the side to be picked apart. The former is more in spirit with a hotpot, but it got rubbery as the meal went on and lost its nice taste. The latter may be a bit more work but all you have to do still is boil it and set it aside. I found it held up much better. It was also easier to get inside the shell.

. If you have hardshell maine lobster available, i think it would be superior to rock lobster (keep in mind crustaceans will get rubbery if cooked too long in the pot) . Green onions and/or lotus root would make excellent additions

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From getting the ingredients out to sitting down and eating, id say it took maybe 30 minutes max? It'd vary on how fast you can prep vegetables and get the various implements heated.

Hotpots are not something i do very often as i'm usually just feeding myself. I think thats why a hotpot makes perfect sense to start the series off. If you want to set the tone of "take care of yourself, eat food with others, and use what you have" (generally speaking) there is nothing more simplistic, flexible, and defeats-the-purpose-if-you-eat-it-alone than a hotpot. Gather around and let your friends bring ingredients to the pot if you want to fill your heart up extra full <3

I'm doing something different here because unlike previous recipes where i used a bunch of different sources and made my own recipe out of hodge-podging it, or just used another persons recipe entirely if they did it really well, i made this more whole-cloth based off of what i had available, what I could discover through research, and my existing knowledge. Instead of the recipe being 50/50 original, this one is more 20/80. So. I'll pass the final verdict off to you guys :D 

What would you rate this recipe out of 10? (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Did you love it, did you hate it? What're your thoughts on what I could do different, and what would you have done instead?

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Ingredients:

2 Rock lobster tails

3 Porcini mushrooms

2 Shiitake mushrooms

Snow fungus (a good handful, should rehydrate in the hotpot)

2 Small waxy potatos

Fensi (glass noodles)

Water/lobster stock

Method:

Lightly rinse all of your vegetables beforehand and let them dry.

Vertically slice the porcini mushrooms. Cut off and dice the stems of the shiitake mushrooms. You can slice the tops if youd like.

Peel and cube the potatoes, roughly an inch each.

For the lobster tails; Boil a pot of salted water. Keep the shell on. Weigh the largest tail and add 1 minute of cooking time for every ounce of weight.

When done, strain the lobster from the water. Pour the water into your hotpot as the base. Serve the lobster on the side so people can pick the meat out to dip into the hotpot.

Bring the hotpot to a simmer. Add the potato cubes, snow fungus, mushrooms, and noodles.

OPTIONAL: this wasnt in the show, but its fun having sauces on the side :) i had oyster sauce, dry seasoned chili dip, melted butter, and soy sauce available

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #cooking #digital art

[moonstruckme]

feels odd being a marauder fan asking for tasm Peter content but i couldnt help myself <//3 if ur still taking requests id love to see ur take on Peter and the art students meet cute (or not so cute meeting) I always wondered how two vastly different people would even meet lol

Thanks for requesting gorgeous!

cw: mention of animal cruelty (not present in the story)

tasm!Peter Parker x artist!reader ♡ 831 words

Peter wonders if he should put on his mask. 

He’s not really sure what the protocol is for non-mutant criminal activity that makes its way into his daily life. But he’d only been trying to lock up the lab for the night, and there you are, spray painting all over the glass panes dividing the workspaces. 

“Hey!” He decides to forgo the mask when you direct your can scary close to a container of samples. “Don’t do that, you’ll ruin them.” 

You turn slowly, tense all over. It’s a look Peter’s not unfamiliar with; fight and flight are warring in your nervous system. You’ve been caught. 

“No one’s still supposed to be here,” you say, voice muffled slightly by the painter’s mask covering your nose and mouth. 

A laugh bubbles out of him. “Oh, my bad. Sorry—actually, since I’m clearly the one breaking the rules, I’ll just go.” 

You remain frozen in place, seemingly waiting to see if he’s actually joking or not. Peter’s not sure what to do. He can’t just…let you continue to destroy the lab, but calling the cops has never been his MO. He crosses his arms and leans back against a table, doing his best to look in control. 

“What are you even doing?” he asks. 

“It’s…” You look around you as if you’d forgotten, to the glass now dripping gorily with red paint. “It’s about animal cruelty. It’s a protest. Do you have any idea,” you say, your voice picking up conviction as you speak, “how many animals die in these labs every day?” 

Peter blinks. “Not really.” It feels shitty to say, but it’s not like he’s around for every class and project that happens here every day; something like that would be impossible to keep track of. 

Your eyes flash. “Too many.”

“So, what?” He looks around, at the red dribbling down the glass panes—blood, that’s what it is—and your paint-spritzed overalls. “You make some maintenance worker have to clean this up tomorrow morning, and then the science department will decide to stop?” 

Your eyebrows bunch. You hadn’t thought of that. “I just want to bring attention to it,” you say. “I’ll come back and clean up if I need to, but I just—I think it’s important that people see it. That they can’t just keep ignoring it.” 

Peter frowns, bending to pick up one of the paint canisters stacked neatly by a backpack. He gives it a little shake, and this one’s still full, the pile it came from larger than the matching one of used-up cans by your feet. Your eyes track his movements, too smart to try and take it from him but attentive nonetheless. You’re watching him with this flaming intensity. There’s something quietly passionate about you, like you’re burning with an energy that would be almost frightening if it didn’t seem so heartfelt. 

“You realize there’s cameras all over this place, right?” he asks. “You could get kicked out of school. This is vandalism.” 

You don’t flinch. “It’s uncommissioned public art.” 

“You think they’ll see it that way?” 

You sigh heavily, and Peter wishes he could see what was going on behind that mask so he’d know what you were thinking. Thankfully for him, your eyes are expressive enough. They narrow as you cross your arms, jutting out a hip. 

“So what, are you going to go and tell someone?” 

Peter sizes you up. He can relate to feeling like you need to work outside of the system to get something done. To being sick of going to the proper authorities after being told too many times that while they really do care, they won’t do anything about it.

“How about this,” he says. “You let me stay here and make sure you don’t damage any of the equipment, and I won’t rat you out.” He might even scrub the camera footage once you go. But he’s still figuring you out, so he doesn’t want to make promises. 

“Deal,” you say immediately. If you’re surprised at his bargain, you don’t show it, only shaking the paint canister in your hand and starting to spray another layer of paint onto the glass. Your brows pinch slightly as you work, evidence of an assiduous concentration Peter is familiar with. 

He makes himself comfy in a rolling chair, sitting back to watch you work. “We actually do some really important stuff here, you know.” 

“I’m sure you do,” you say without pausing. “It’s not like I blame everyone you personally. I get that the research helps people, but, I mean, at what cost?” 

Peter shrugs. It’s a good point. “True. It’s a lot worse for animals in the big labs. We’re small-scale because we’re funded by the school, and we’re also responsible for reporting to the higher-ups.” 

“I know.” Your eyes flit to him, less wary than before. “But I don’t have access to one of the big labs. Change has to start somewhere, right?” 

You can certainly agree on that. 

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[lulureadsandwrites]

Hi! 👋 Is there anything you don't write or something you enjoy writing about the most? If you're alright with that, could you write something about jd and a reader who loves animals and is always feeding stray cats and dogs? Maybe has exotic pets as well? Id love for it to be something with a masc reader or gender neutral. HC, oneshot, whatever you feel like

"This Again?" J.D. x GN!Reader

summary; see asked ^ notes; GUYS IK I HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING AND I'M TRYING TO WORK BACKWARDS WITH REQUESTS, PLEASE GIVE ME MORE SO IT WILL HELP ME GET MORE OUT. ALSO FIRST ONESHOT PLEASE BE NICE!! warnings; intended lowercase, swearing, j.d.'s shit™️ word count; 999 words

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second person pov;

it was a slow saturday and you had decided to pay your boyfriend, j.d. a little visit. you had been with him for a little over 5 months and you loved him to pieces. albeit, he was a little frustrating at times, especially with nagging. no matter, you two were hopelessly in love, high school sweethearts who were still in high school.

on your way to his house, however, you heard a grey tabby kitten meowing from across the road. it looked to be hungry and very skinny. you could tell it hadn't had food in days.

'poor thing..' you thought, while simultaneously crossing the street to take care of it. when you went to go up to the small animal, it back away frightened. with a small frown you pulled out a few cat treat's from your side bag that would have gone to your cat, but let's be honest, he was spoiled enough.

you crouched down to the kittens level and held your hand out for it to inspect. the kitten curiously walked towards your hand and sniffed it. it flinched and then went back to sniffing it. after about 45 seconds of the kitten making sure you weren't gonna hurt it, it hesitantly ate the treats out of your hand. you smiled softly at it and went along with your journey to your boyfriend's house.

after a few minutes you noticed the cat was following behind you, seemingly wanting more out of you. you sigh and you melted at the cute animal, how could you not want to keep such a cute thing? you carefully picked it up, inspecting it for fleas and tics. it meowed a few times and you laughed every time it did. sometimes you would meow back at it, it was a habit honestly. once finding out it was parasite free, and finding out that it was a girl. you cradled her in your arms.

"i think i'm gonna name you millie." you smiled down at your new companion, occasionally petting her soft fur. for a stray with no collar and looked starved, she was oddly well-kept. millie softly purred at the new-found affection and stayed snuggled in your arms.

the walk to your boyfriend's house went by relatively quickly with millie to keep you company. every so often, you coo about how she was going to love all your other animals at home.

once arriving to the beautiful house, you knocked at the door. after not receiving an answer you groaned and tried again. eventually, your boyfriend did answer the door and looked at you, and then your arms.

"what's that?" he asked snidely. you just rolled your eyes and let yourself in, since you were used to his bullshit.

"what happened to hello and how are you?" you replied sarcastically. he sighed and went to the kitchen to pour you a glass of water, you followed suit.

your arms were going a little numb from carrying your little girl. he smiled at you looking down at the new cat and gave her a few pets. he was always gentle with animals. he kissed your forehead and carried the glasses of water to the living room with you.

"hello, darling. it's nice to see you."

"that's more like it." you nodded and sat at his couch. you placed millie in your lap and she comfortably curled up and closed her eyes, taking a nap on your lap.

j.d. sat down next to you, your legs touching and guided your head to rest on his shoulder. you smiled and closed your eyes while subconsciously petting millie.

"it's like you pluck every animal off the street and take them to live with you." he chuckles, making you open your eyes. you sighed once more, knowing he was somewhat right. that wouldn't stop you from protesting.

"you're just mad you don't find little guys like this on the street." you whispered, for you were a little tired. he saw this and patted your cheek, making your head jolt up. he laughed at you, not in a teasing way, he just thought you were cute.

"it's cute, i'll admit that much. is it a girl or boy?" he gave the kitten another little pet before his hand trailed down to your thigh. you clicked your tongue and laughed softly, you moved his hand back into his own lap. as much as you enjoyed the affection, now was not the time to be hot and heavy.

"she's a girl. i named her millie." you smiled down at her, she looked so peaceful as she slept in your lap. j.d. laughed at your softness with the animal.

"no, i know you aren't laughing. you love every single animal i take in!" you whisper-yell as to not wake the cat.

"i know, i know, i'm just teasing darling... hey, isn't millie the name you were gonna name that rat?" he simpered at you reusing the name. you feigned shock and betrayal but sigh with a small chuckle.

"yeah, but i just feel like bathtub was a better name." you sighed, knowing j.d.'s going to make another snide comment.

"no, you need to throw that fucker into a bathtub because i swear to god..." he trailed off. you playfully smacked him on the arm and he let's out a small 'ow.'

"rat's are actually very clean animals, plus i know you love him." you correct him. he mimicked you and you rolled your eyes with a small smile.

"don't be like that."

"i don't like that rat, it bites at my shoes." he complained with a exaggerated sad tone

"oh your poor shoes, he only does that because you kicked him."

"by accident!" he exclaimed. you laughed and the mix of the two loud sounds wakes millie up. she meows at the two of you. both your eyes were now directed at her. you and jason both looked back at each other and laughed. maybe you were an outward animal lover, but deep down, you knew j.d. was one too.

after another meow, you meow back at her.

"what? are you a cat too now?" j.d. grins and pulls you closer with a hand on your waist. you gave a small chuckle and shake your head.

"it's habit, my love." you respond. he nods in understanding and kisses your temple, watching you play with millie's paws.

he admired you playing with your new friend and eventually got up to get the new addition to the family a bowl of water.

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GUYS IDK HOW I LIKE THIS.

#heathers the movie #heathers the musical #jason dean #heathers 1988 #jd #jd x reader #jason dean x reader #oneshot #jason dean x gn!reader #guys i love him so much i GRAH #like honestly though he's such a cutie #i love animals too though like #they're so agfhagfk #THANK YOU FOR READING I LOVE YOUUUUUU

[icysinner]

this game is boring.

#ID: just megumi not understanding the appeal of animal crossing — and you try to get him to understand.

warnings: megumi being a pessimist and not appreciating animal crossing

nya note: uh this is OLDDDDD, i wrote it in like april & nvr dropped.

“you already said you would. come onnnn.” you whined, already holding the joycons to your nintendo switch. megumi promised he’d play animal crossing, even if it was only for a couple minutes. he didn’t understand the appeal of animal crossing at all, it was so quiet and boring. “i know, i know.” megumi responded, sitting on the couch in front of the tv. “so.. what do i do?” he asked, looking at you and then at the tv, both like he was looking at a trigonometry equation.

“i haven’t fished, or talked to my villagers, or checked my nook store today.” you said, as you made your character walk around the island. “oh, that’s you? why are your eyes so big?” megumi asked, a wide grin on his face because he knew he was just nit picking the game to annoy you. “it’s a game, ‘gumi, how realistic do you think it can be?” you rolled your eyes at his comment, making your character walk around and pick up shells off the beach.

“okay, you take the controller now.. um, there isn’t much you can do that’ll mess with my stuff.” you said, handing him the joycons and watching him play the game. “okay.. i’m gonna shake this tree.” megumi said, shaking an apple tree, making the apples fall from the top, “will something else happen if i keep shaking?” he continued, still shaking the tree until a wasps’ nest came from it. “what the fuck? why didn’t you tell me that was gonna happen?” the tone of his voice made you laugh, he sounded like he was genuinely serious about this game he was just saying was ‘pointless’.

“if i told you, it would take away the whole point of this.” you replied, watching him make the character run away — seemingly in defeat — from the tree. “i shook a tree, what else do you do in this game?” megumi said, his eyes glued to the screen and the bright colors radiating from it. “get the net and catch some bugs.” you said, watching him navigate (the long way) to get the pink net from your inventory. you watched him walk around the map, catching a couple bugs and losing the majority of them.

“there’s spiders in this? can i catch it?” megumi asked, his tone full of interest for someone who was previously calling the game boring. “you can try, i’ve never caught one before.” you replied, sitting back and watching him approach the spider. as he got closer to the spider and it became more apparent on the screen, it darted towards the character and bit it. “this game is violent as fuck, why are all the bugs so mean?” megumi asked, his voice full of defeat. “you put up a good fight, baby. maybe you’re just not built for this.” you joked as he handed the joycons back to you. “can i teach you how to play overwatch now?” he asked, a pleading smile on his face as you rolled your eyes.

#nya writes #jjk x black reader #jjk first years #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk #megumi x reader #megumi x black reader #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi

[gildasfantasy]

Id really like to credit my friend panda for helping me out on editing my story because they noticed mistakes I made <3 besides I'd like to have new ideas so it you guys want me to do something new like, new ships or share your plot ideas it'd be great !! I do oc/yn X any character from any show and game and fluff+nsfw+angst ect!!

First times in a relationship's can be scary especially if everytime you've had sexual contact, it wasn't filled with love you so desperately craved

Husk and angel had formed a friendship after their bonding near the bar that night, it was clear to everyone that there was more than friendship between the two and after awhile they made their attraction be known and a loving relationship blossomed between them but they promised to never let this relationship out the hotel to reach the ears of Valentino, angels boss. Many months has passed since they made it official and they found themselves at the 8 month mark, husk being the awkward romantic he is, he wanted it to be something immensely special for angel just to show how much he genuinely loved him.. Husk examined the stores down the pathways of the somewhat busy area but no matter how hard he searched all he could find was bondage stores, lingerie stores ect; and he didn't want that, he didn't want angel to think he was just like all the rest of the men he had to deal with and additionally, husk wasn't a big.. sex fiend.. sure he got urges but he had boundaries and the thought of leather wear and overly threatening sex felt disgusting to him, so he despised these types of stores..eventually after a long day of trying to search he sighed, he'd been to every ring, even the lust ring, but still he hasn't found what he felt was right for angel, what was he supposed to get for someone that gorgeous? He was down on his luck til he heard two strangers talking down the sidewalk as if they were married and raised his head to look at the imps. One imp had black hair, 'a girl' he noted absent-mindedly, and the other imp had white hair, 'a guy'." 'excuse me? Sorry, I don't mean to listen in on you folks but am I right to assume you're both..?" "Together? Yea we're married' the white haired imp spoke, his voice kind of scratchy that made husks ears twitch ever so slightly, 'great! I need help, me and my boyfriends 8 month mark is comin' up and I can't find anything romantic.. everywhere I look it's just.. sex novels or over-the-top sexual stores.'

The black haired imp girl spoke excitedly, her southern accent bounced off of her husband's demeanor like a bouncy-ball on a whiteboard "Well hi thereee! You're alright to ask, sugar —"

"I'd suggest checkin' out LooLoo Land stores! Even though its a theme park they have the gosh darnedest cutest things, my mox got me a thang from there!' 'christ' husk thought to himself, already he formed a headache solely because of her loud voice but despite it, he thanked her, she was kind enough to help "thanks" *his deep voice grumbled but his expression was as if he were genuinely trying to force an awkward smile and eventually they changed paths and husk found himself on the way to the infamous looloo land, loud blaring music and the sound of kids screaming and crying made husk furrow his brows and groan but it was worth it to find something angel could love..perhaps after an hour of searching he found it.. a stand filled with stuffed animals and one caught his eye immediately.. a white bear with crossed out red eyes stitched in along with round red cheeks at each side of its smile,

he knew it'd be beyond perfect for his angel and he threw a coin at the stand-man, a determined look plastered on his face. Husk picked up the toy-gun and shot water at the wooden stands. No matter the amount of times he hit them though, the standman rigged the game and after draining his coin pocket dry, Husk had enough and tackled the man. Pulling him close by the collar and holding a sharp claw up to his neck. "Give me the fuckin' bear." He growled, and while he would usually never lose his composure, he was not going to let that bear be dangled in front of him. Feeling the man shudder with a nod, he backed away to let him grab his prize; the bear and his money back in full. He loved it, the texture of the bear and the way it felt on his fur made him know Angel would adore it. A proud look made its way to his face subtly and he walked out of the park happily, believing that to be enough from LooLoo land today. he deserved everything. Angel deserved the universe, in Husk's eyes and as he walked, he found his eyes gravitating towards a jumper on the way back home. It was beautiful; the jumper was white with flowers trailing up the sleeves in pink stitching and a heart cutout on the chest and on the back. It looked as if it was made for Angel, with a lighter wallet and a newfound bag in his claws, along with a bouquet of Devil-Eye flowers (Mammon Special!) he made his way back home. Husk smiled as he walked through those hotel doors and stood in front of sir pentiouses big portrait on the wall and sighed. "Wish me luck, buddy." he muttered as he made his way to the second floor of the hotel and faced the door of Angel's room, staring at the picture of his boyfriend and their friends. It made Husk's heart melt and his fur grow hot at the beauty of Angel. with courage that took a few minutes to tame, he twisted the doorknob and opened it to see his Angel sitting with a book in his top hands. He cleared his throat lowly and watched as Angel perked up and smiled, "Whiska's! Ya made it!" he said In disbelief

lord, Angel adored husk more than afterlife itself

He knew Husk was genuine, but a part of him still doubted he'd show up for their 8th month. He was pleasingly surprised to be wrong as he pecked both sides of Husk's face and massaged his fingers into his cheek fluff and slid them up to scratch behind his ears; causing Husk to purr and melt lovingly into his touch and for his leg to ever so slightly start thumping "ah what's this then husky, this fa' mee?" Angel said teasingly, his tone joking to ready himself to be wrong. Angel couldn't believe it, he nervously took the gifts and smiled at the bouquet 'husk' he spoke 'i don't know what ta' say..' his voice seemed much softer as he sat down in his bed, the silk curtains draped up and the pink lighting above set such a pretty tone to the scene.. he placed the flowers down against his bedside table before taking a look at the jumper, sliding straight into it and it fit so perfectly. Husk could barely believe his eyes, all four arms fit so perfectly and angel suited it so well, it made husk feel hot N heavy, his cheeks slightly pink tinted 'i knew you'd like it ange' " he smiled softly just before angels tears slipped, his hand covering one side of his face to wipe his tears.. husk didn't know how to respond, 'aye what's wrong ange'.. do you not like it? I can take it bac-" "no!- no I love it I just.. didn't.. expect it' he admitted with a smile.. the two of his arms connected to his waist wrapped around himself like a self hug.. his heart was racing and in that moment husk was the only one he cared for, the only one he ever wanted to be with and die with.. he placed a kiss against husks lips, but it was soft, like their lips had barley even touched.. and before he could respond again he made contact with the bear husk had 'won' for him and got ecstatic "huska' it looks like me' awh you big-' he immediately wrapped his arms around husk and buried his cheek into his head, his fingertips stroking his cheek.. Husk laughed and held angels back to pull him closer, like this hug wasn't enough contact for him.. in the moment it's like a piece of a puzzle finally clicked and he took a deep breath, pulling away and holding one of angels hand 'i.. want.. you to know I'm ready' he smiled and this confused angel, 'ready fa' what huskie..' he responded like his heart dropped to his stomach 'to be intimate with you' he whispered, his eyes drifting up to meet angels gaze 'oh.. huska' don't force ya'self for lil ol' me.. I can wai-" "no, I want this.. I want you but I don't know.. what, I'm doing.. I'm scared I'll embarrass myself y'know' he sighed as he traced his fingers through his hair to push it back, a huff leaving his lips and his eyelashes fluttering shut to avoid angels stare 'aright then but.. I.. can help, we all start somewhere yaknow?'

It'd been awhile since husk had been intimate with anyone, the last time he did he was alive and walking earth, but this felt so different because he WANTED to be perfect for angel.. so he smiled and took his boyfriends hands, and kissing him, a passionate, gentle kiss that burned straight through with not just love but lust too, for once angel felt genuinely... Turned on by the thought of sex and he slowly shuffled down, propping himself up on his bottom elbows while his other arms hoisted around husks neck, the dim room only lit by the pink lighting above angels bed had made it feel so much more perfect, husk, being the nervous guy he was didn't know where to touch him so instinctively he moved his hands up to hold angels chest fluff and immediately angel pushed back, panting with only drool stringing their lips together, 'shit, I'm sorry' husk said immediately before angel shook his eyes, eyes wide and breath heavy 'nono, husk it's okay I just want expecting it, it's hard to..' husk frowned and lay flat against angel, his head against his chest fluff 'we don't have to do this ange' trust me I'm not a sex-maniac, I'll wait til you can feel safer with this whole thing' he spoke reassuringly, his hands moving up to hold angels cheeks, swirling his thumb just under his eye 'husk, it's fine, I want this but it's hard to.. know what people are gonna do when all I've ever been through was abuse and unconsenting touchy sex yaknow..' 'yea I know sweetheart' husk lifted himself up a little, angels legs around his waist as he peppered soft kisses down his neck towards his arms 'ill be gentle with you my love.. let me show you what love is, trust me, all I ever want to make you feel is my love'

And with that angel smiled and nodded, his head slowly cocking back as a sign of angel giving himself over to husk, at this point they could hear their own heartbeats as well as each others heartbeat, the sensuality raising the heat through the roof as husk slipped off angels shorts..his hand sliding down his hips and down his v-line til eventually he found himself grasping at angels cock, slowly moving his hand in a up and down motion while undressing himself, angels moans felt like music to his ears, knowing he was capable of actually making angel feel good sent knots of love and lust into his gut and he craved so much more..

but at the same time, watching angels face, his brows furrow and his mouth agape, his pretty waist jolting up and his hips bucking into husks touch as if he wanted more friction, god he looked gorgeous like that and husk let his desires take control. He pulled his hand away and slid his arms under angels back with his palms behind angels head, fingers interlocked into his hair before finding himself entering angels hole, a groan leaving his lips while angel wrapped his arms around husk, their bodies close enough to make the heat somehow hotter, angel seemed to grip onto husks fur and pull like he needed even closer so husk obliged and pushed himself up against angel, his head buried in his chest fluff and loud purrs alongside moans escaped his lips, he was quite the sensitive man, not very aggressive dominant, and angel adored it, The shockwaves of love being pumped into angel overwhelmed him, when it was more loving, it just felt better to angel, he let this pleasure be known via his whimpers, moans, cries, whispered begs for more, not just that but his body reacted so strangely.. his legs twitched and perked up sometimes and his hips arched upwards, the spiders hands gently stretching behind husks ears 'good kitty' angel whispered 'fuck, my god' hmmnph.." be cried out quietly all the while husk slowly thrusted into angel, his dick twitching inside angel causing a reaction from both of them, husker tightened his hug like grip on angel, holding him closely 'i love you, i love you, god.. i love you angie..' he moaned in chants, his hips bucking and his hands squeezing his hair, gently tugging at it as he opened his mouth, drooling a little as he did so.

Angel let his head fall back and succumbed to husks movements and words, his eyes slowly drifting backwards and eventually his moans became so loud that they clogged his throat sometimes, he was choking on his own pleasure.. his legs squeezing around husks waist and his hands unable to comprehend where to hold next. He wanted all of husk so he tried to speak through his moans despite the struggle 'i love ya.. t..oo..gh..whiskas" he whined out just as he felt himself release on his own chest..his hand moving up to cover his mouth and muffle his pretty moans.. and the sight of that to husk sent electricity down his guts, and almost like a wild animal, his last thrusts became power filled and he moved his arms from under angel, he found himself squeezing under angels thighs while also lifting them up a little, and let himself vunerabalise, his semen filling angel quickly. He forgot how good it felt to be intimate like that with someone and it was enough to make them both moan while hugging at eachother tightly.. the relaxation setting in while they gently rode their high out together "Christ" husk huffed through a chuckle, slowly pulling away from angel and sitting up, his eyes focusing on the quite red and lovely spider Infront of him.. he finally faced his fear and he did it, he let himself be that vulnerable with someone, "You ain't gonna leave are ya?' angel said almost nervously, despite his broken speaking and loud breathing, there was a sense of seriousness and scarseness to it 'what? No, no, baby, I'm just gonna get ya something to eat.. I ain't gonna just have sex with ya and not treat ya like a prince after' he reassured while standing up, sliding on a dark red robe he left behind the last time he went to angels, a smile forming from ear to ear that made angel feel easy 'ya really doin' that fa' me?' he spoke back as he pulled up the silk bedsheets, not taking his eyes of husk the entire time.

'of course ange, sweetheart, you deserve it' husk responded while leaning in and laying a kiss on angels forehead

#angel dust x husk #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #angel dust #vaggie #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel #verbalase #smutty smut smut #smut tag #smutty fanfiction #fluff #Spotify

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Dear @catwingsathena,

Thank you for sending in an application to be matched with one of our service dragons! Your needs and preferences suggest that a slightly older dragon would probably suit you best. A juvenile is easier to train for specific tasks, but a little less predictable and would also be more work for you. Right now we have two dragons in our training program that might be a good match:

Philly, a very steady, flightless dragon that weighs about 5 kilo's. She ended up in our shelter because her wings are no longer able to support her and we started training her when we noticed how clever and social she is. We are confident that she will be able to give all the assistance you need, including guarding the showers while you are in it. But while she is also very cuddly, she's not really playful. She's rather serious for a dragon and tends to ignore other animals.

Bagel, a rare crossbreed between what we guess must have been a common pocket dragon and a freshwater dragon. She adores water and is very curious and affectionate, also towards other pets. None of your requirements should give her any trouble, but we do think you might need to give her her own bracelet to hoard for herself, or she might try to keep yours.

If either or both of those sound like a good fit to you, we'd love for you to come to the shelter some day soon to meet them. It's a cliché, but the dragon really does pick the owner, and it's hard to tell what personality suits you best until you're face to shout with them!

~ The Domestic Dragon Trust

PS. We have enclosed your application form below.

Service Dragon Application Form

Size: I would prefer a dragon on the larger side of the pocket dragon size range—large enough to cuddle properly and be a pleasant weight on my lap (if I’m sitting up) or chest (if I’m lying down), but not so heavy that walking around with them in a cross-body messenger bag would be cumbersome or hard on my shoulders. Maybe roughly rabbit-sized?

Skills: the primary supports I would need from a service dragon are self-care reminders and light assistance, primarily with meals, meds, and showers. I struggle enough with showers that it might be useful for me to have a dragon who enjoys playing in water enough to want to get in the shower with me, but if that’s not possible, hanging out just outside the curtain and making reassuring sounds would be more than satisfactory. It would also be very helpful if my dragon could bring my migraine rescue meds when needed, encourage me to get up and stretch my legs if I’ve been at the computer too long, and/or pester me into eating and drinking water if I haven’t in a while. I don’t have nightmares terribly often (maybe twice a month on average, these days), but when I do I would greatly appreciate it if my dragon could wake me up. I’d also appreciate if they could grab my medical ID bracelet if I leave it on my bed or try to leave the house without it.

Personality: as I mentioned before, a cuddly dragon is a must. An ability to tolerate or even enjoyment of water would be helpful, for both shower purposes and because I live in an area with a lot of rain and like to go walking in it. Still, while playfulness is nice and an interest in finding things would be very helpful, I think I would do better with a fairly calm, laid-back dragon. My sleep schedule is very erratic (not because of when I go to bed or get up, just insomnia), so I would need a dragon who won’t be bothered by me being awake for hours in the middle of the night and getting up or turning on lights—the ability to nap when an opportunity presents itself might help, and I’d like it if they could sometimes hang out on my bed with me while I’m writing or resting (preferably without interfering with my typing too much).

Living Situation: I go back and forth between two houses approximately every other week. Both houses have at least one cat, and one of the houses also has a small dog (who is never allowed in my room, where I spend most of my indoor time). I spend long stretches of time walking around the block or going on the swingset at the park, and I love being outside in the rain. I also spend a lot of time sitting in my bed—it’s where I do most of my reading and writing, as well as resting. I have a part-time job to which I probably couldn’t bring my dragon for a variety of reasons, but my shifts are 4 hours, so I won’t be away too long.

#the domestic dragon trust #catwingsathena

[morrak]

Untitled Wednesday Library Series, Part 131

The year is 2000, and you’re either Dan Hipes, Dale R. Jackson, Katy NeSmith, David Printiss, or Karla Brandt. A book with your name on it, Field Guide to the Rare Animals of Florida, has just been accepted for publication thanks to a couple of Garys — Evink and Knight— in the state DoT and the Florida Natural Areas Inventory (FNAI), respectively. Maybe you’re pretty excited. Maybe you’re not. Maybe you’re worried about the copyright situation, which won’t be resolved for another year. I don’t know, I’m not you.

The How

The year is 2023, and you’re either me or @krieper. You’re walking through a thrift shop and see this book, still in two layers of plastic wrap, sitting on a shelf next to a dubiously salable woodcarving. If you’re krieper, you recognize a couple of beasties on the cover. If you’re me, you recognize the title typeface as an Ed Benguiat joint. Either way, you think it looks pretty neat.

The Text

Well, it’s a state field guide. Corals, mussels, snails, crayfish and shrimp, mayflies, dragonflies, beetles, butterflies, fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds, mammals, all with info on IDing, similar species, habitat, range, and status. Each (sub)species represented was or is ‘rare’; most were or are under imminent threat of extinction. Data come mostly from FNAI records.

The Object

The real stars of the show are the (always doting and often even useful) photographs and drawings. These come from dozens of different people, but a shockingly large plurality are courtesy of one Barry Mansell. Barry, you’re my hero.

A little fragile, as evidenced by the slight cup ring sustained (somehow) through the wrapping at some point in the foregoing decades. Also very glossy. Sorry about that.

You have have noticed this is in a three-ring binder. When we picked it up, the block wasn’t even installed — we had to unwrap and click it in ourselves. Very satisfying. Very fun era-typical typesetting, too, though there are about two too many fonts going on. Readable if textbookish. Did you know ITC Korinna was used to subtitle Devo’s ‘Whip It’?

The Why, Though?

First, because it makes me happy to give something this pretty its due affection. More than two decades in just-off-the-presses condition is a new record for me; I hope other copies of this — there can’t have been many — got to better homes. It’s a great example of a well-funded, administratively supported side-product of slow, uncharismatic research, though nothing can save it from the fact that it’s also a production of the same systems that made it necessary (to the extent that it is so).

To that point, and second, because it’s several flavors of violent upset at once. ‘Only’ a few dozen species have been delisted from US rolls since this was printed, and a quick cross-check agains the ToC came up blank, but that’s not especially the point. The invert roster is underrepresented and shrinking fast; specialized local subspecies like this displays are faring badly, especially in the Keys. This feels like a yearbook from the 50s or a last-ditch scribble more than a field guide, really. Maybe that’s worth something.

#images #untitled wednesday library series

[thesakuragarnet]

The League Of Villains Go To Disney: An unfinished crackfic mini series for just good vibes

Summary: After several failed attempts to infiltrate UA, the League decides on a mandated vacation for "bonding" using their newly acquired assets from the Paranormal Liberation Front.

Disclaimer: This fic is unfinished, BUT, I may pick it back up eventually. Still have some drafts muddling about.

THIS FIC IS 18+ FOR SOME SLIGHTLY SENSUAL THEMES!

Tags: Swearing, Disney references, League of Villains as family, found family, league of villains shenanigans, crackfic, fluff, slight DabiHawks, alternate universe, chaotic LOV, implied s3xual content, domestic fluff, comedy, dysfunctional family, forced bonding, slight Spinneraki

Word Count: 9,087 words

AO3 link

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Chapter 1: Are We There Yet?

"Again! Encore! Encore!" Toga squeals as "Love Is An Open Door" ends on the Bluetooth speaker for the eighth time. 

"NO! IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP SINGING, I'M GONNA PUKE FOR REAL THIS TIME!" Dabi snarls, tightly gripping the seat beneath him as he rolls down the tinted window. Toga and Twice cross their arms in frustration as Toga reluctantly chooses a different Disney song. 

"Will you keep it down back there?! I'm trying to concentrate on the road!" Spinner gripes as he hits another pothole, jarring the entire van. They'd managed to hotwire an empty van with enough space to carry everyone and were headed to the "Art of Animation" resort. Toga and Twice picked it out, but everyone got to choose which section they wanted to stay in and who they wanted to room with. 

"C'mon, Dabi. Where's your Disney spirit?" Hawks chides, punching him in the shoulder. His teasing stare is met with a cold glare from his boyfriend, and he shrinks back into the seat next to Dabi. Dabi, Hawks, and Mr. Compress are all packed together in the backseat while Toga, Twice, and Shigaraki sit in the middle seats of the van. Shigaraki is too absorbed in his Nintendo Switch to be bothered by their singing. Kurogiri rides shotgun while Spinner hastily drives through the busy streets.

"Of all the times of the year. I wasn't expecting spring to be so damn crowded," The lizard gripes as he screeches the vehicle to a stop. Dabi shuts his eyes and shoves his earbuds in his ears as Mr. Compress pulls up the room numbers on his phone. 

"You're just lucky that we all brought masks to wear so it'll be harder to recognize us. If everyone behaves accordingly, we should be able to have an enjoyable trip without getting arrested. This is why we're at Disney World and not Tokyo Disneyland. We have less of a chance to be discovered here. I doubt they even pay attention to what goes on in our news," Kurogiri remarks as he opens up his paper map that leads to the hotel. 

"Why didn't you just warp us there?" Dabi snarls, and Kurogiri turns back to look at him. 

"All for One said we aren't allowed to use our Quirks here. That was the condition. If we use our Quirks, we're more likely to be discovered," Kurogiri explains. 

"Oh, like Birdbrain isn't going to be obvious?" Dabi snarls, turning up the volume on his phone to drown everyone out as he closes his eyes. 

"Pfft. They don't know about the Number Two Hero, here. All they know is All Might and Endeavor," Compress comments. 

"Hey, I have a following in America!" Hawks huffs, and his wings ruffle, getting in Compress and Dabi's faces. They both promptly shove his wings out of the way. 

"How much longer? I wanna finish this level before we get out of the car," Shigaraki pipes up, and Spinner checks his GPS. 

"Ten minutes," Spinner answers as he revs the engine. 

"Speedrunnnn," Shigaraki mumbles under his breath as he starts erratically mashing buttons. 

...

"OH MY GOD WE'RE HERE!!!!" Toga squeals as Spinner turns past the Art of Animation sign. Her scream jolts Dabi awake, who realizes that Hawks fell asleep on him. He reflexively pushes him off, and Hawks yawns before blinking awake. 

"Fake ID's ready?" Kurogiri asks to the general crowd, and everyone nods. Toga unzips the pink backpack at her feet and pulls out a set of Minnie Mouse ears that she slaps onto her head, awkwardly pushing back her space buns. Spinner swerves into a parking space and jumps out of the car before popping the trunk open. 

"Everybody OUT!" The lizard orders, and everyone scrambles out of the car. Spinner pulls his brown hiker backpack over his shoulders as Kurogiri grabs a singular black suitcase from the trunk. 

"Move!" Shigaraki grips as he snatches a Spider-Man backpack from the top of the pile and carefully places his Switch inside it. Twice grabs one black and one pink duffel and hands Toga a glittering pink tote bag while Compress takes his modest brown briefcase from the side compartment. Finally, Dabi reaches to pull his purple rolling suitcase when he notices the number of remaining bags in the car. 

"Dude. I told you to pack light," He growls as Hawks nervously walks to the trunk.

"I did!" He insists as he grabs the final three giant red duffels. Dabi takes out one of his earbuds and tucks it in his T-shirt before pulling up his hood. Spinner unceremoniously slams the trunk shut before the group makes their way to the colorful building to check in. 

...

"Did everyone get checked in okay?" Kurogiri asks as he does a headcount. The rag-tag bunch is crowded in front of the gigantic "Nemo" themed pool. Toga stares at the giant turtle statue with an awestruck expression, and Twice dances from foot to foot next to her. 

"Alrighty. Toga, Twice, Compress, you three will be staying in 'Finding Nemo' suite. Toga gets dibs on the master bedroom so she can have her privacy. You two will have to fight over who sleeps on the sofa bed or the table bed," Kurogiri explains as he gives out their Magic Bands. 

"OH! I WANNA SLEEP ON A TABLE! No, the sofa is definitely the better option," Twice argues with himself as Kurogiri walks towards Hawks and Dabi. He pulls out Dabi's other earbud, which makes him snap to attention, and a thin curl of smoke rises out of his ear. 

"You two. 'The Lion King' Suite. Do whatever you want, I don't care. Just please don't be too troublesome," Kurogiri sighs as he hands the bands to Hawks. Dabi sniffs as he takes the black magic band from Hawks before helping him put on his red one. 

"That leaves Spinner and Shigaraki. You'll be staying with me in the 'Cars' area," Kurogiri drones as Shigaraki starts jumping up and down. 

"DO I GET TO MEET THE LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!" Shigaraki cackles excitedly as he pulls on both of his protective gloves. 

"Wow, didn't know our fearless leader was some car's biggest fan," Dabi snickers, and Shigaraki shoots him an indignant look. 

"Lightning McQueen is not 'some car'! He's a legend!" Shigaraki snaps. 

"You know it's just a movie right? He's just computer code," Spinner comments, only for Shigaraki to kick him in the shin. 

"Hey! No fighting! This is going to be a nice bonding experience! Now everyone get unpacked and we'll meet up for dinner at the cafeteria. We're waiting to go to any parks until tomorrow. I was able to book us a full week here," The wispy man clarifies before the three groups split off. 

Chapter 2: Welcome to the Jungle

"Did you pack everything you own, Featherhead?" Dabi growls as he drags his rolling suitcase down the walkway leading to "The Lion King" area. 

"Of course not," Hawks retorts as he grapples with his duffels. The sun sets over the resort as the two walk side by side, dodging sprinting toddlers in swim trunks as their parents try to corral them toward the "Nemo" swimming pool. 

"OOOOH! Dabi, look it's Mufasa!" Hawks gasps as he points to the giant lion statue that looks out over the Pride Rock structure. Dabi, however, doesn't hear him as he already put his earbuds back in. He walks a few feet away before he realizes Hawks is no longer by his side. Dabi's eyes narrow as he turns around to see Hawks taking a selfie with the statue. 

"Hawks!" He growls, gripping the handle of his luggage tighter as he leers at him from under his sunglasses. Hawks' smile fades as he slowly puts his phone back in his pocket and skips back to Dabi's side. The two walk past an archway with Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa, past the towering green, "forested" buildings towards the Elephant Graveyard. 

"Ughhhh, why are we close to all the bad guys," Hawks groans, "I wanted to be near the Hakuna Matata section."

"I like the hyenas, jackass," Dabi snaps, taking out an earbud so he doesn't lose the feathered hero again. "All I want is just two minutes. Of uninterrupted punk music. Just two fucking minutes," He growls under his breath as they walk behind the giant replica of the Elephant Graveyard and the three laughing hyenas. They walk up to the automatic doors and are immediately hit with AC and the smell of fresh linens. 

"Third floor. Perfect view of the graveyard at night. I think Toga said it glows red in the cave," Dabi mutters as they strut to the elevator. Hawks struggles to shove all of his bags in as Dabi awkwardly positions himself next to the buttons and pushes the number three. 

Ding!

The elevator doors open, and Dabi roughly pushes Hawks out of the cramped elevator. 

"Hey!" Hawks grumbles as Dabi struts down the hallway, following the pawprint pattern on the carpeting until they reach their room. Dabi holds his black Magic Band up to the gray sensor above the door handle, and the light flashes from red to green as a resounding click sounds from the door. 

"Home sweet home," Dabi sighs as he opens the door, and Hawks follows him inside. Hawks' eyes widen as he takes in all of the references to the Disney movie as Dabi heads toward the bedroom. The small living room has stools with lyrics on them, and a table bed with a picture of Simba inside rests just to the left across from a small bathroom. Dabi throws his suitcase on the Queen bed in the bedroom and unzips it, getting out his leather jacket and various band T-shirts as he pulls open one of the drawers on the dresser. Hawks hefts his duffel bags into the room and grunts as he sets them on the ground. 

"So, am I...I...sleeping on the pull-out couch?" Hawks stammers, and Dabi raises his eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder. 

"Do you want to sleep on the pull-out couch?" Dabi says flatly, and Hawks vigorously shakes his head. 

"I thought it was implied that we'd both be sleeping in here," Dabi shrugs as he hangs up his jacket in the closet. 

"Just making sure," Hawks smiles, clapping his hands together before he starts unzipping his bags. The scarred villains yawns as he falls backward flat onto the bed, stretching out and putting his hands behind his head. 

"You gonna be okay not using your Quirk for a week?" Hawks pries as he starts putting his clothes away in the closet. 

"It'll be a relief. Less pain," Dabi mumbles, closing his eyes as he waits for Hawks to finish unpacking.

"Why do you feel pain exactly when you use your Qu-" Hawks starts as he puts away his last athletic shirt. 

"What did I tell you about asking me that," Dabi snaps, getting off the bed and walking up behind Hawks. 

"Sorry," Hawks mumbles as he turns around and comes face to face with his boyfriend. Dabi pulls down his black mask and suddenly grabs Hawks' chin before roughly kissing him. Hawks' wings flutter, but Dabi ends it almost as quickly as he started. 

"Let's get going. I don't feel like getting bitched at by Handjob," Dabi says as he pulls his mask back up over his nose to hide his scars and slides his sunglasses back on. Hawks swallows hard and nods as Dabi walks out of the bedroom, and he swiftly follows him, a few feathers floating to the ground behind the Pro Hero.

Chapter 3: Under the "Frozen" Sea

"Alllllrighty! That's the last of my Disney ears! Twiiiiiice! Did you bring all our pins?" Toga calls as she finishes arranging her various themed ear headbands on her dresser. 

"Yup! Right here, Toga!" Twice beams as he brandishes a box full of enamel Disney pins from his black duffel. It makes a terrible jingling noise from all of the collectibles sliding against one another, and Compress cringes. "I'll put them on the little green seats by the sofa bed!" He calls to her as Toga digs through her duffel bag to hang up her outfits. 

"Hey, Twice. You know that movie you and Toga love so much?" Compress pipes up as he sits down in the corner chair, scrolling through articles on his phone. 

"Encanto?" Twice raises his eyebrow, and Compress shakes his head. 

"Brave?" Twice asks again, but Compress waves his hand. 

"No, no. It's that one. The one that you were singing in the car all the way down here," He snaps his fingers, trying to remember the name. 

"Frozen!!" Twice exclaims, jumping up and down, and Compress nods. 

"Yeah, there's actually some pretty interesting theories around it," Compress drones as Toga eavesdrops on the two of them from the bedroom. 

"Theories?" Twice jumps onto the table-bed and puts his chin in his hands, eagerly listening. 

"Yes, theories. As in, some believe that Walt Disney himself has been frozen somewhere underneath the park! There's some secret vault that conspiracy theorists believe to contain his frozen head!" Compress says as Twice encourages him to continue. Toga's heart skips. She loved blood, but she hated creepy stories. She continues listening intently as she unpacks her makeup and puts it on her bathroom counter. 

"A frozen head! That's crazy! No way that's real! It sounds believable to me!" Twice drones in his dual banter as Compress continues his conspiratorial tirade. 

"People say that the reason it's named frozen is so, if you Google 'Disney's Frozen' or anything like that, the rumors regarding the vault and head won't pop up! Instead, your feed will be filled with that lovely movie!" Compress's eyes widen as he continues, and Twice gasps. 

"Holy shit! That's so cool! Creeeeeepy!" The morph-suited man laughs nervously as his head twitches back and forth. A chill runs down Toga's spine, and she anxiously scratches her elbow. 

'So much for sleeping tonight... Ugh... All I can think about is that creepy guy's icy dead head, now...' She thinks to herself as she cringes, shoving her hair ties into a drawer. She pulls her phone out and opens up her text messages with Dabi. Toga starts typing as Compress begins describing the rumored vault and powerful figures behind the conspiracy in detail. 

Toga: Dabssssss. Compress & Twice are being suuuuuper creepy. 

Immediately, Dabi starts typing. 

Dabi: Pedo creepy?

Toga groans, moving her fingers as fast as she can. 

Toga: NO! Like scary creepy. Scary stories creepy. 

Dabi: Toga. You sleep with a knife under your pillow. 

Toga: I can't use it if I'm asleep and exposed. I'm sleeping in a room by myself. 

Dabi: They're literally right outside your room. You'll be fine. 

Toga: Can I crash with u and Hawks tonight?

Dabi leaves her message on read, and Toga sighs, shoving her phone back into the pocket of her navy skirt. She tries to ignore Twice and Compress's excited voices, but all she can think about is Walt Disney's open eyes staring at her through an ice block in some steel chamber. She grabs one of her eyeshadow brushes from her makeup bag and grabs one of her red eyeshadow palettes. 

"Don't ruin my favorite movie, dumb magician," She gripes under her breath as she reapplies the sweeping red smoky eye to her face. 

Ding!

Toga pulls out her phone and sets her brush and palette on the countertop. It's a message from Dabi. 

Dabi: Are you guys coming? Hawks and I are the only ones here. He's trying to drag me into the gift shop. SOS

Toga gasps.

"TWICE THERE'S A GIFT SHOP!!!!!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs, shattering the men's conversation. 

"WHAT?! No, we can't spend any money. LET'S BUY EVERYTHING!" Twice's voice pitches up and down as his attention is completely torn away from Compress. 

Ding!

Birdman: Dabi won't let me get anything. If you and Twice get over here we can overpower him. I'll buy you cotton candy at Magic Kingdom.

A blissful smile spreads across Toga's face as she darts out of the bathroom. 

"Hawks is buying me cotton candy, let's go!" She giggles as she grabs her pink Magic Band and promptly runs out of the ocean-themed suite. Compress sighs as he watches Twice sprint out of the door after her. The magician grabs his cane and slowly follows them, deciding to hold off on the conspiracy rants for the time being.

Chapter 4: KACHOW!

"WHAT?! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!" Shigaraki screeches as he stands in front of the statue of Lightning McQueen and Sally from Disney's Cars. 

"Tomura, surely you didn't expect him to talk to you. It's just decoration for the theme," Spinner sighs, putting his hand on his boss's shoulder. 

"Well...they...they have other characters in the parks that you get to meet and talk to. I thought I could get his autograph or something," Shigaraki frowns dejectedly, adjusting the hand on his face. 

"I believe there's an attraction in the Hollywood Studios park where he actually talks. Perhaps that would be of interest. Now, come along," Kurogiri says before leading the two villains into the building marked "Cozy Cone Motel". Shigaraki mutters under his breath as he fidgets with his protective gloves. Kurogiri touches his silver Magic Band to the gray bar above the door, and the green light flashes, allowing them inside. Shigaraki's eyes widen as they enter the Cars themed room, and he removes the hand from his face in awe. 

"Woooow. It's like we're in the movie!" He beams, and Spinner shakes his head, trying to hide the smile on his face. Spinner finds it odd that their boss acts like a child; something must've happened in his childhood for him to remain in such an immature state. Tomura was the second youngest in the group, only older than Toga. The only thing that made sense for him to lead was his Quirk. He runs up to the table and pulls the bed down, revealing a picture of Tow Mater. 

"I CALL THIS ONE!" He squeals excitedly as he throws his Spider-Man backpack onto it. Kurogiri moves toward the main bedroom and begins to unpack his things while Spinner starts unfolding the pull-out couch bed. 

"Oooooh! Spinner! Wanna stay up all night watching movies!" The crusty villain says excitedly, clapping his hands together. 

"No. Everyone has to be in bed tonight at a reasonable time so we can get up early tomorrow," Kurogiri orders, and Shigaraki whines. 

"Who made you the boss?" He snaps. 

"All for One," Kurogiri retorts calmly, and Shigaraki shuts up. 

Spinner slams his hiking pack on the bed with a resounding creak and unzips it. He calmly slides a katana out of the backpack (that looks like it definitely shouldn't have fit) and slides it under his pillow. 

"Isn't that dangerous?" Shigaraki points out, but Spinner just shrugs. 

"Haven't died yet," The gecko smirks, and Shigaraki shakes his head as he pulls out his Nintendo Switch and plugs it into the nightstand by his bed. 

"I guess I have to wear these stupid things the entire trip," Shigaraki growls as he scratches at the protective gloves. They were specially made to sensor his Quirk, allowing him to freely touch things.

"Will it really be so bad to actually wear them? Hell, you can boop doggos on the snoot now," Spinner laughs, and Shigaraki cringes. 

"Never say that again. You're too old," Shigaraki snarls. 

"I'm only one year older than you," Spinner mutters under his breath. 

"Alright, you two. Let's meet up with everyone else. There's a large cafeteria where we can get food," Kurogiri says excitedly as he walks out of the bedroom and opens the suite door. 

Chapter 5: Be Our Guest

"I miss the bar," Dabi growls as he finishes off the bottle of ginger ale.

"Awwww, is someone being nostalgic," Hawks teases, and Dabi pulls his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to glare at him. 

"No. I want alcohol," He snaps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Hawks rolls his eyes and puts his head down on the table dejectedly, taking a bite out of his last chicken tender. 

"Can we go to the gift show, now?" Hawks begs, and Dabi shakes his head. 

"HEYYYYYYYYY!" Toga's squeal is audible over the blaring DisneyMania music as she skips over to their table. She's holding a souvenir cup full of pink lemonade in one hand and a plate of chocolate crepes in another. 

"Togaaa! Wait up!" Twice calls after her, holding a tray both of his and Compress's food as the masked magician follows closely behind. 

"Toga, you're gonna be up all night with all that sugar," Dabi sighs as she slams the plate down in the booth on the other side of him. 

"Whatever, you're not the boss of me," She sticks her tongue out at him before she starts scarfing it down. 

"Good luck," Dabi smirks at Compress as he sits across from Hawks at the big round table. The older magician sighs and shakes his head as he takes off his top hat. 

"There you idiots are," Shigaraki calls as he, Spinner, and Kurogiri spot the rag-tag bunch. Once everyone gets settled at the table, Kurogiri unfolds a paper from his pocket and places it in the center. 

"Alright, so. Tomorrow, we're going to Magic Kingdo-" The wispy man starts. 

"OH MY GOD YAY!!!!!!!!" Toga squeals, squirming in her seat. 

Kurogiri clears his throat before continuing, "Yes. Magic Kingdom. Then, Tuesday, we're going to Animal Kingdom. Wednesday is EPCOT. Thursday is Hollywood Studios. Friday is back to Magic Kingdom. Saturday we can go to any of the waterparks, and then Sunday we're flying back to Japan."

"Cool. So is there gonna be a designated buddy system or something?" Shigaraki yawns, sipping out of his twisty straw. Kurogiri shrugs. 

"No one should be by themselves at any given time," Kurogiri explains. 

"Well, I guess Dabi will be attached to his pretty little pro the entire time, huh," Shigaraki sneers, looking at Dabi and expecting a witty comeback. 

Dabi starts muttering lyrics under his breath and stares off into space, completely zoning out as Shigaraki speaks to him. 

"Hey! Burn victim! I'm talking to you, Hot Topic!" Shigaraki starts snapping aggressively in Dabi's face, but he doesn't even flinch. Toga cups her hand to her ear and listens to the music playing in the cafeteria before her eyes widen and she nods. 

"Yeah, you're not gonna get anything out of him until this is over. It's 'Surface Pressure' from Encanto," Toga shrugs before sipping her pink lemonade. 

"What does that have to do with anything?" Spinner huffs. 

"Did you not pay attention to him when that scene was playing? Dabi was totally going through some kind of connection or weird awakening with that song. It's no wonder he never talks about his family if he relates to it," Toga explains ambivalently. 

"I know how to snap him out of it," Hawks smirks before sticking his finger in his mouth and pulling it out. Toga cringes as Hawks suddenly jams his finger in Dabi's ear.

"AGH! WHAT THE FUCK! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Dabi suddenly screams, grabbing Hawks by the throat and shoving him into the booth. Toga giggles psychotically and claps; Kurogiri looks around nervously, making sure they aren't drawing too much attention to themselves. 

"Sorry," Hawks gargles as Dabi squeezes his throat, his eyes burning into the winged Hero. 

"Calm down, guys! BEAT HIS ASS, BRO!" Twice's dual-toned banter sounds off. Dabi's lip curls as he slowly lets Hawks free, and the hero promptly goes into a coughing fit, rubbing his neck. 

"Okay. Everyone settle down. Please," Kurogiri pleads, and Dabi straightens up. 

"Sorry," He mutters sarcastically.

...

Everyone else has already retreated to their rooms, but Hawks, Twice, and Toga are still running giddily through the gift shop. 

"Ooooooh! Look at these, Twice!" Toga trills as she picks up a professional drawing of Merida fighting Mor'du. 

"Oh to be a princess fighting a bear!" Twice sighs as Hawks comes up behind them in oversized Minnie Mouse sunglasses and a Powerline bomber jacket. 

"Do you think Dabi's gonna be mad?" He says sheepishly, showing off the yellow fake leather. 

"Na. He'll probably just say you look like a highlighter," Toga shakes her head as she runs over to more Disney Princess merch. 

"I didn't know you liked A Goofy Movie," Twice remarks, and Hawks smiles. 

"Oh heck yeah, bro. Dabs and I watch it all the time. Don't tell him I told you this, but he knows every word to 'Stand Out' and 'Eye to Eye'," Hawks winks as his voice gets more hushed, and Twice snickers. Toga returns with a sweatshirt that says "Let It Go!" on the front. 

"Okay, let's get out of here!" She smiles as she skips to the checkout line. 

Chapter 6: Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Dabi and Hawks both freeze mid-kiss as Toga bangs on the door of their suite, her face drenched in tears. 

“Who the hell is that?!” Hawks whispers, panicked. 

“No idea. Stay here,” Dabi reluctantly growls as he pulls away from his boyfriend and releases his grip on his shoulders. He pulls on his gray boxers and tattered navy sweatpants before walking to the door. Upon looking through the peephole, he sees Toga intensely pounding on the door in her Lilo and Stitch pajamas. Dabi groans before he cracks the door open. 

“What do you want Tog-” He starts, but his voice catches in his throat when he sees the tears streaming down her face. 

“I’m sorry I know you and Hawks wanted alone time which is why you’re all the way over here but I had a really REALLY bad nightmare and Compress and Twice won’t stop talking about the frozen Disney head and can I just sleep in here tonight?!?!?!?!?” Toga rambles in a single breath as she frantically wipes her tears away. Dabi’s harsh expression softens and he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Uhhhhh,” He mutters, staring at the floor to think. 

“Please?” Toga sniffs, making the best “puppy dog” expression she can manage. Dabi sighs and mutters something under his breath before dragging his hand down his face in exasperation. 

“One second. I’ll be right back,” He says before slowly shutting the door and walking back to the bedroom. 

“It’s Toga,” Dabi mutters, his eyebrows furrowing as he stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. 

“Is she okay?” Hawks raises his eyebrow as he covers himself with the comforter. 

“She…she needs to stay with us tonight. Bad dream. The guys aren’t helping,” Dabi explains as he walks in the room and jerks open a drawer. 

“Guess that means we’re putting this on pause,” Hawks mutters, rolling his eyes. 

“I’m gonna sleep on the couch so I’m out there with her. She’ll feel safer that way. You cool with sleeping in here by yourself?” Dabi asks as he pulls an old white T-shirt over his head. 

“Aw, what? The hell, man?” Hawks pouts, and Dabi just shakes his head. 

“This is one night. We have the rest of the week. Once we hit the parks she’ll be too distracted and will completely forget about it. Trust me. And then, I'll be in here with you all night long,” The scarred villain smiles before walking back to the bedside. 

“Goodnight,” He whispers before swiftly kissing Hawks on the cheek and then shoving his face away. Hawks mutters dissents under his breath as he rubs the spot where Dabi pushed him, his eyes narrowing as his lover leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. 

Dabi takes a deep breath before opening the door again, this time completely wide open. 

“Come on,” He says with a tired smile, and Toga darts into the room and immediately leaps onto the table bed. Dabi shuts the door and begins throwing off the couch cushions so he can pull out the foldable bed. 

“Oh, you’re not gonna be with Hawks?” Toga says with a hint of relief in her voice. 

“If anyone tries to take your head in the night, they’ll have to deal with me first,” Dabi smirks as he turns off the light and climbs into the creaky sofa-bed. Toga smiles to herself as she wraps up in the thin sheets and spare blanket on the small mattress. 

“They’d run as soon as they’d see your scary face,” Toga giggles, her fangs glistening in the moonlight flooding through the curtains. Dabi rolls his eyes. 

“The last person that said something about my scary face ended up burning in an alley,” He yawns, scratching at the staples on his neck as he lies down. 

“Hawks seems to like your face,” Toga points out, and Dabi tries to hide his smile. 

“Yeah. Yeah, he does,” He whispers to himself, attempting to get comfortable on the makeshift bed. 

“I wish Izuku or Ochaco would like my face,” Toga pouts, sniffing. 

“Hey. You have a wonderful face, Himiko Toga. Anyone who tells you otherwise will have a whole league of villains to deal with,” Dabi says encouragingly, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. Toga smiles brightly. 

“Thank you. For everything,” She whispers.

“Of course, sis,” Dabi yawns absentmindedly as he drifts off to sleep.

…

“Hey, Dabi?”

Silence. 

“Dabi?”

More silence. 

“PSSST! DABI!” Toga whisper-screams, and the burned man turns to face her. 

“ What?! ” He snaps, clearly exhausted. He hated being woken up. 

“Do you really think there’s a frozen head under Disney World?” She stammers. “Of course not, Toga. That’s horse shit,” Dabi yawns, rubbing his eyes as he moves to face the wall again.

“Oh. Okay,” She calmly says, and Dabi starts to drift off to sleep again. 

“Hey, Dabi?” Toga whispers again. “Toga, go to sleep,” He says flatly, closing his eyes. If he didn’t see her as a younger sister, he would’ve kicked her out by now. It was getting irritating. 

“How’d you get your scars?” She pries, curiosity in her tone. Dabi’s eyes snap open, but he says nothing. 

“Dabi?” Her voice echoes off the walls, but he remains still as a statue. He holds his tongue and stares into the dark nothingness.

“Guess he fell asleep for real this time,” Toga mutters to herself before snuggling into the blanket and falling into dreams. Dabi, on the other hand, is now struck with insomnia. 

‘Great,’ He thinks, ‘Now I’m going to be the one that has a nightmare.’

Chapter 7: Take Small Children By The Hand

BANG! BANG! BANG!“ Fucking shit! ” Dabi gasps as he jolts awake, sitting straight up. His left palm suddenly ignites as someone bangs on the suite door. Hawks bursts through the bedroom door in nothing but bright red boxers and brandishes one of his sword feathers, a half-asleep look on his face. Toga, on the other hand, remains fast asleep in the bed with the pillow on her head. Her mouth hangs open as she snores. 

“DABI! HAWKS! OPEN UP! TOGA’S GONE!” Twice’s voice screams through the door. Dabi groans and mutters curses under his breath as he stalks toward the door and jerks it open. 

“She’s in here, you crazy bastard. Let the whole resort know she’s missing why don’t ya. Shut the fuck up,” Dabi snaps, pointing toward Toga’s sleeping form. Twice sighs in relief and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. 

“Oh thank God. Compress and I were so worried when we checked on her this morning and saw she was gone,” He whispers, anxiously twiddling his thumbs. 

“Well maybe if you morons weren’t creeping her out with your dumb theories, she still woulda been in there,” Dabi seethes under his breath. 

“Huh?” Twice cocks his head, not sure if he heard Dabi correctly or not. Dabi just rolls his eyes and slams the door in his face. Hawks groggily puts his feather sword back into his wings, and Dabi just looks him up and down. 

“What? Couldn’t put on a pair of pants?” Dabi mocks him, and Hawks’ face turns bright red. 

“I-I didn’t know if you were in danger or not,” Hawks stammers, flustered. 

“Uh-huh. Okay. Go get dressed,” Dabi snorts before pushing Hawks back into the bedroom and shutting the door. He yawns and stretches, wincing at the stretching staples in his back and abdomen before he goes to the table-bedside. 

“Toga. Wake up. We gotta get ready to go. Twice is outside looking for you,” He whispers as he gently shakes her awake. Toga sleepily blinks awake and slowly lifts her head out from under the pillow. 

“Morning, Dabiiiii,” She sings, smiling, “No nightmares.”

“Good. Now go with Twice so you can get dressed for the park. I figure you’ll wanna bring your princess headband ear things,” Dabi says softly as he tears the covers off. 

“Okay, I’m going. I’m going,” Toga grumbles as she leaps off of the bed and opens the door. 

“TOGA! I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY!” Twice shouts before wrapping her up in a bear hug. 

“I’m fine! Sorry that I had to leave last night! Y’all were just being a little too scary for me. I’m excited!!! Let’s go!” She squeals before the two best friends run off skipping arm in arm together. Dabi closes the door and sniffs before walking to the bathroom to shower.

…

After breakfast, the group clamors onto one of the Disney Parks buses to get to the Magic Kingdom. 

“Now, we must always stay with a buddy at all times throughout the park. We’ll go to Tomorrowland first after we get a picture in front of the castle,” Kurogiri explains, but only Spinner and Compress are listening. Shigaraki plays his Nintendo Switch while Toga, Twice, and Hawks look out the window. Dabi is half-asleep with his hood and mask pulled up, his earbuds blaring music at such a volume that it’s a wonder he’s even able to sleep. 

“OOOH! OOOH! I SEE THE SIGN!” Toga squeals excitedly, grabbing Twice’s arm and shaking it. 

“The most magical place on Earth! This is gonna suck,” Twice beams and then gripes, his head twitching back and forth. The bus takes a wide turn, making Dabi smack right into the pole, and he jerks awake. He takes out his earbuds and shoves them in the pockets of his black hoodie before looking out the window. 

“Mess him up, Pikachu. Or I swear I’m going to evolve you,” Shigaraki mutters under his breath as he furiously clicks the buttons on his gaming system. 

“Shigaraki. You can’t be on that the entire time. If you don’t put it up yourself, I’m going to take it away,” Kurogiri reprimands Tomura. The leader just growls and saves his game before sliding it into Kurogiri’s giant backpack. He was the designated “stuff-holder” for the trip because he was convinced his colleagues would lose everything. They would forget their heads at home if he wouldn’t remind them to put them on their shoulders. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, please gather your personal belongings, watch your head and step as you exit, and take small children by the hand,” The bus-speaker sounds, promptly causing Dabi to grab Toga’s hand. 

“Hey!” Toga frowns. 

“You’re gonna look at me and tell me you’re not a small child?” Dabi teases her, and Toga pouts. 

“I know what I am,” She sticks her tongue out at him, and he laughs before standing up. Kurogiri places his hands on Shigaraki’s shoulders to make sure he doesn’t wander off as they all step off the bus. 

“Okay. Now, we have to go through the metal detector and the bag check,” Kurogiri mutters as they all begin walking from the bus stops toward the gates of the park. 

“The, uh, the what now?” Toga mutters, suddenly nervous. 

“Toga. Don’t tell me,” Dabi groans as he lets go of her hand. Hawks sighs. 

“Did no one check her?” The winged hero remarks. Kurogiri takes a deep breath and walks up to Toga. 

“Himiko. I’m going to warp all your knives away. I have to. We can’t go through the bag check. They’ll be in your room when you get back to the resort,” Kurogiri says authoritatively, and Toga reluctantly complies. The group crowds around the two to shield them from view as Toga gradually hands over all of her weapons to the wispy figure. A full five minutes go by before they’re all gone. 

“Alright. Now, to Magic Kingdom!” Compress declares, and the group starts following the giant crowds. 

Chapter 8: Main Street

“Where’s Dabi?” Twice suddenly asks as the group gathers behind the check area. 

“He’s yelling at the cast members and calling them ableist fucks for inquiring about all the surgical staples and metal,” Hawks says flatly as he watches his boyfriend making obscene gestures. 

“He’s gonna get us kicked out. Why is he so cranky?” Spinner complains.

“He’s always cranky. That’s his thing,” Shigaraki replies, but Toga shakes her head. 

“No, it’s because of me. I don’t think he slept much last night because I kept asking him questions,” Toga admits, scratching her head where the Princess ears are rubbing.

“I’ll go handle it,” Kurogiri sighs as he walks over to the fuming twenty-four-year-old and the nervous cast member. The group watches Kurogiri step between them and relay something to the woman while Dabi holds his tongue, clearly irritated that Kurogiri is talking for him. Whatever he did, it seems to have worked, as the two walk back to the group. 

“What did Kurogiri say?” Hawks raises his eyebrow. 

“That he’s orchestrating a retreat for troubled individuals. Isn’t entirely a lie. And that I have anger issues. Which also, not entirely a lie,” Dabi growls before shoving one of his earbuds back in. 

“I WANNA GO SEE THE CASTLE!” Toga whines, jumping up and down excitedly. “LET’S GO! LET’S GO!” She grabs Twice by the arm and the two begin skipping away. 

“Well, shit. We gotta keep up or we’re gonna lose them. Come on,” Dabi sighs as he grabs Hawks’ hand and sprints after them, dragging the startled Pro behind him. 

“We’ll meet you guys there!” Spinner calls out as he, Shigaraki, Compress, and Kurogiri stop by the map station.

…

“Alright, smiles on three! One! Two! Three!” The photographer says as he takes the group’s picture in front of the castle on Toga’s phone. 

“THANK YOU SO MUCH!” She squeals as she checks the picture quality. "Are you suuuure no one wants to stay and watch the parade?" She pleads hopefully. All the boys groan and shake their heads. 

“Is everyone ready to start heading to Tomorrowland?” Kurogiri asks as they start walking toward the bridge of the futuristic land. 

“OOOH! OOOH! I wanna ride Astro Orbiter!” Twice jumps up and down, and Toga immediately joins him. 

“YES!!!” She squeals in unison. 

“Astro Orbiter? That sounds like it could be fun. Whaddya say, Shigaraki?” Spinner elbows him, and the leader just nods. 

“Sounds cool. Sure, whatever,” He mutters, and the four of them sprint toward the center of Tomorrowland to stand in line for the red elevator. 

“I feel like the Carousel of Progress will be quite thrilling!” Compress declares, and Kurogiri nods. 

“I was thinking the exact same thing. You boys care to join us?” Kurogiri motions towards Dabi and Hawks. 

“I’d rather eat glass,” Dabi says nonchalantly while Hawks’ eyes dart to the “Buzz Lightyear” ride. 

“HOLY SHIT! DABI! LOOK! COMPETITION! OUR FAVORITE! LET’S GO!” Hawks squawks before dragging his boyfriend to the obnoxiously long ride queue.

Chapter 9: Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin

Hawks taps Dabi on the shoulder as he stares at all the bright colors in the ride queue, completely in his own world. 

“What?” He groans, turning away from the animatronic Buzz Lightyear to face Hawks. 

“Why don’t you hold my hand while we’re in line?” He stammers, anxiously tapping his foot on the ground as he looks back at a couple several feet ahead of them. They’re being over-the-top lovey-dovey and giggling in the line. 

“What are you talking about?” Dabi rolls his eyes before following Hawks’ gaze. He snorts and shakes his head. 

“Are you ashamed of me or something?” Hawks pouts. 

“Of course not, idiot,” Dabi retorts, standing up straight instead of leaning on the railing. Now, he’s looking down at Hawks rather than being eye-level, making the hero’s heart race. Dabi’s eyebrows furrow for a minute, and he seems to struggle to find an explanation. “I’m just…not used to being all…romantic or whatever…in public…is all. Are you really jealous of a couple of strangers?” 

“Maybe,” Hawks mumbles, and his wings droop as they move forward the next few feet with the line. They’re almost to the room where they’ll get in the cars. Dabi sighs and looks straight ahead, but he can feel his boyfriend’s disappointed gaze. 

“Ugh, fuck. Fffffiiine ,” Dabi growls under his breath before abruptly grabbing Hawks’ hand. Hawks makes a high-pitched surprised noise reminiscent of a dog toy squeaker that makes the scarred villain smile beneath his mask. 

“You gonna shut up now, Birdbr-” Dabi is cut off by Hawks clinging to his arm like a toddler, almost making him run into the railing. However, the tiny flare of reflexive anger is extinguished when he looks down to see Hawks’ head resting on his shoulder. 

“You just couldn’t stop at handholding could you,” Dabi sighs, trying to sound annoyed. 

“C’mon, are you really surprised?” Hawks smirks as they reach the cast member. 

“Honestly, not even a little bit,” Dabi replies as they dart on the moving sidewalk and hop into the brightly colored. 

“Okay, prepare to looooose, burnt bacon bitch,” Hawks teases, cracking his knuckles as the car closes. 

“Ohhh I’m gonna destroy you, chicken boy,” Dabi laughs as they both start shooting the targets. 

…

“DAMNIT!” Dabi curses as he misses two of the Z targets. He’d managed to hit every single target so far and was practically smoking when his streak was ruined. 

“Dabi! There are children!” Hawks scolds him as he continues shooting the fake laser gun.

“WHAT THE FUCK! I HIT THAT!” A parent two cars ahead of them screams, and Dabi looks at Hawks with an amused expression. A flash goes off in Dabi’s peripheral vision, and he spots the fading glowing light of the ride camera as they near the middle of the ride. If Hawks was so upset with him not being over the top with P.D.A., he’d give him exactly what he wanted. Right as they near the spot with the flash, Dabi unhooks one side of his mask, roughly pulls down Hawks’ mask, and kisses him. It was very short, just enough to get it on the camera, and then Dabi immediately pulled both of their masks back on. 

Hawks is completely frozen in the seat while Dabi continues shooting the targets. 

“Wow, guess I’m gonna win by even more now. You still playing?” He teases. 

“I hate you,” Hawks stutters before he grasps the laser gun and frantically tries to aim to catch up again. “You cheated.”

“I’m using my resources ,” Dabi smirks, “Besides, I was several hundred ahead of you, anyway.”

“Whatever,” Hawks mutters, stepping on Dabi’s foot. 

“Pfft, you liked it,” Dabi snickers, ignoring the tantrum. 

“Shut up,” Hawks says indignantly, trying to be mad and failing miserably. 

“Never,” Dabi winks as his score continues to climb miles above his boyfriend’s.

Chapter 10: Astro Orbiter

"This is it? I thought the elevator ride was in Hollywood Studios?" Shigaraki grumbles as he crosses his arms in frustration. The group of four had been waiting in the ride queue for almost an hour now, and everyone but Spinner was growing impatient. 

"I've heard you can see the whole park from the top!" Toga squeals excitedly, and Spinner checks the time on his phone as they move up a few more steps. 

"The elevator takes us to the ride, boss," Twice beams, and Shigaraki sighs. 

"Whatever. I just hate how long we've been standing here," He growls as they approach the cast member. 

"How many in your party?" The Disney employee smiles, and Toga holds up four fingers. 

"Right this way please," The man says, gesturing to wait in a small enclosed gate before the elevator. 

"OOOOOOOH! THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN!" Toga screams, hugging twice as she jumps up and down. 

"It better be," Tomura complains, and Spinner just pats him on the shoulder. 

"It'll be fun, Shigaraki. Don't worry," He smiles. The elevator dings, and the doors open. The cast member gestures for the group to head inside, and they all pack into the red elevator. Shigaraki eyes the walls uneasily as the elevator shoots skyward until it comes to a screeching halt. As the doors open, they all step out onto the platform. 

"Oh, this looks like that Dumbo ride," Spinner remarks as they all begin to step forward. Shigaraki watches the spinning rockets in awe as the previous rides slowly come back down to Earth. As they disembark, the villains approach the ride. Toga and Twice force themselves into the rocket behind Spinner and Shigaraki. 

"There's only one seatbelt?!" Shigaraki exclaims as he digs for one, and Spinner nods. 

"Just hold on tight, boss. I won't let ya fall out," He chuckles. 

"WOOHOOOO! LET'S GOOOOO!" Toga and Twice scream in unison, laughing as the cast member gives the OK to start the ride. However, as soon as the spinning machine begins to lift into the air, Shigaraki realizes just how high they are above the ground. They have a perfect view of the castle, but everyone in Tomorrowland looks like ants. 

"OH MY GOD! GET ME DOWN GET ME DOWN GET ME DOWN!" He screams, but Spinner just smirks and makes the ship ascend higher into the air. 

"It's alright boss. It's perfectly safe," He reassures Shigaraki, who is paling quickly beneath the hand on his face. 

"FASTER! FASTER!" Toga cries out with glee as Twice makes their rocket erratically go up and down. 

"GUYS! I SEE DABI!" Twice shouts as he points far below. Hawks is literally dragging him to one of the face paint stands, and Dabi rolls his eyes as he hands the cast member a bill as Hawks leaps into the chair. 

"OH! THERE'S COMPRESS!" Toga waves to their companion down below as he and Kurogiri come out of the Carousel of Progress. 

"I DON'T CARE! I WANT DOWN!" The leader screams.

"Shiggy, you ain't gonna last on any of the big rides if you're scared of heights," Spinner rolls his eyes, and Shigaraki glares at him.

"You idiot! It wouldn't be a problem if I was PROPERLY SECURED!" Tomura wails. 

"It's completely safe, dude!" Twice calls as the ride slows to a stop, and all of the rockets return to the platform. 

Shigaraki scrambles out of the rocket, leaving Spinner to climb out by himself. He sprints to the elevator, ignoring the cast member's reminder to walk for his own safety. 

Chapter 11: On Your Marks!

“There you guys are!” Hawks beams as he skips toward Kurogiri and Compress. The side of his face bears Lightning McQueen’s racing number in a gold and red that matches his eyes and wings. Dabi reluctantly trudges behind him, muttering something about overpriced paint jobs. 

“Where’s everyone else?” Dabi raises his eyebrow as he looks around. Compress and Kurogiri exchange concerned glances before they hear a sound similar to the stampede from The Lion King. Shigaraki comes barrelling past the ride queue for the red elevator and almost topples Kurogiri as he runs right into him. 

“DON’T EVER LET ME RIDE ANYTHING THAT HIGH EVER AGAIN!” He screams, and Dabi tries to hide his laughter as Hawks stares uncomfortably at the situation. Kurogiri’s eyes narrow as Twice, Toga, and Spinner approach the group. 

“Found out that Tomura’s scared of heights,” Spinner shrugs, and Compress adjusts his tophat. 

“Can we ride something that’s on the ground?!” Shigaraki whines, and Twice immediately points toward Tomorrowland Speedway. “BOSS! BOSS! THERE’S RACING CARS!” Twice excitedly shouts, jumping up and down. Dabi and Hawks exchange competitive smirks. 

“Gonna try to make up for your crushing defeat at Buzz Lightyear?” Dabi teases, and Hawks’ feathers ruffle. 

“Eat my dust, bitch!” He laughs as he and Twice make a break for the line. 

“HEY! WAIT FOR ME!” Toga squeals as she sprints after them. 

…

The entire League is in line for the racecars, and Shigaraki and Twice can hardly contain their excitement. 

“The track seems kinda short,” Spinner complains, but no one else pays any attention. 

“Guys! Guys! It’s our turn!” Toga beams excitedly as everyone piles into their own cars. 

“All right racers start your engines!” The cast member calls, and the ride suddenly roars to life. As soon as the green light shines, everyone slams on the gas pedals…only to discover that the cars don’t max out. The League members coast along on the track.

“WOOHOOO! THIS IS SO FUN!” Shigaraki and Twice yell, clearly the only ones having the time of their lives. 

WHAM!Dabi turns around in the seat to see Hawks slamming into his vehicle with a triumphant grin on his face. 

“OOOH! I WANNA CRASH INTO DABI, TOO!” Toga screams from the car beside him. 

“Toga, I swear !” The scarred villain growls, but Toga whips her steering wheel to the side, only to stop moments before side-swiping Dabi. 

“Aw, man! They’re on rail tracks! No fair!” She pouts, and Dabi slams on the gas pedal, trying to get away from them. 

“I do rather enjoy this one,” Compress says to no one in particular as he and Kurogiri take the lead, nearing the finish line. 

Chapter 12: Space Adventure! It's An Adventure In Spaaaace!

"Come on, Hawks. What are you a chicken?" Dabi teases his boyfriend as the group stands in front of the Space Mountain queue.

"I don't...really...like...rollercoasters," Shigaraki mumbles to Kurogiri, and Spinner and Compress nod in agreement. Hawks twiddles his thumbs, his face turning red.

"It's not that I'm a chicken...it's just...really dark in there. And my night vision isn't what it used to be...and...all the screaming and stuff...I'll just get too overstimulated in there," Hawks stammers to Dabi's chagrin.

"I'd be right behind you or in front of you, Birdbrain. There's nothing to be scared of," Dabi grumbles, but Hawks vigorously shakes his head.

"No. I'll just go on the Peoplemover with Spinner and Shiggy. We'll be able to see you guys in there anyway," Hawks says quickly, putting a hand on the leader's shoulder and a wing around the lizard.

"Peoplemover?" Shigaraki raises his eyebrow.

"It's like a little cart ride that goes around all of Tomorrowland. It's up that escalator," Spinner explains, pointing at the blue trolley that coasts above them.

"I believe the laugh floor might be a worthwhile attraction, Kurogiri," Compress whispers in the wispy man's ear, and he nods. The group splits off again, leaving Dabi, Toga, and Twice at the entrance to Space Mountain.

"Well, guess it's just us three," Dabi sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he turns around to face them. Toga and Twice are jumping up and down with excitement, absolutely ecstatic to ride the coaster. ...

The wait time for the coaster was an hour, and Dabi was feeling the repercussions of his choice. Nonetheless, he was determined to ride Space Mountain, despite Toga and Twice's incessant excited banter. 

"Dabi! Dabi! Dabi! Are you gonna ride the teacups with us after?!" Toga squeals, poking the scarred man in the shoulder. Dabi leers down at her, his eyes narrowing. 

"Not a chance in Hell," He shudders. The mere thought of that ride made him nauseous. 

"Guess it's just you and me, then, Toga!" Twice smiles from ear to ear as they move up in the ride queue. They were all thankful that there was some cool stuff to look at in the line, but the trio was getting impatient. 

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! I see the track names!" Toga giggles, jumping up and down in anticipation. Dabi and Twice follow her pointing to read the two signs: Alpha and Omega. Upon reading the names, Dabi snickers under his breath. 

"What's so funny?" Toga asks, raising her eyebrow. 

"Don't worry about it. Come on, the line's moving," Dabi ushers her forward, rolling his eyes. The trio reach the cast member, who directs them into the next car lineup. 

"EEEK! I'm so excited!" Toga shrieks while Twice practically shakes with glee. Dabi absentmindedly taps on the gate as they see the coaster pull up, and their gates swing open. Twice sits in the front seat while Toga sits in the middle, leaving Dabi to climb into the back. They all pull down the lap bars as the rocket starts to move forward, and the cast member waves as they go into the tunnel. 

...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Toga screams as the coaster swerves back and forth, climbing up and down in the darkness. Twice switches every other moment between laughing and screaming. Meanwhile, Dabi is looking around at all the fake comets and stars, smirking at the special effects and the feeling of the air whipping through his hair. He's definitely thankful he replaced his staples before the trip, otherwise he might've risked pulling one with all the jerking and speed. The coaster slows down through a blinking red tunnel, and Toga pouts. 

"Aw, it's over already?" Toga mutters, removing her hands from her Minnie ears. She was holding onto them for dear life only moments ago. Dabi sharply inhales and leans forward, holding the ears to her head just as the coaster suddenly jerks again so they don't fly off. 

"THANKS, DABI!" Toga cries out over the screams bouncing off the walls of the indoor coaster. She puts her hands back up on her head, and Dabi jokingly ruffles her hair as he lets go and leans back again. A few moments pass, and the coaster slows, curving down, and they begin to see light at the end of the tunnel. 

"WOW! THAT WAS SO FUCKING COOL! I'm never riding that again," Twice switches as the car stops and the lap bars raise. 

"TEACUP TIME! TEACUP TIME!" Toga shouts as they all scramble out of the carts. Toga and Twice link arms and begin skipping toward the exit walk-through while Dabi checks his phone. He has at least ten Snapchats from Hawks, and they're all pictures of him taking selfies with unsuspecting and oblivious Spinner and Shigaraki. At one point, it looks like Shigaraki is about to decay Hawks' wings in the background. Dabi groans before running after Toga and Twice. 

#my hero academia fanfiction #ao3 writer #fanfic #dabihawks #ao3 #league of villains #league of villains found family #found family #mha x disney #dabi x hawks #shigaraki tomura #mr compress #twice mha #mha spinner #todoroki touya #keigo takami #himiko toga #kurogiri #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #crack fic #fanfiction

[mrmllde]

[Image ID: a thigh-up digital drawing of Antarcticite, Phosphophyllite and Cairngorm from anime Houseki no Kuni (eng. Land of the Lustrous). On the left side of drawing are Antarcticite and Phosphophyllite, on right side isCairngorm . Antarcticite and Cairngorm are wearing their winter uniform, Phosphophyllite is wearing their moon outfit. Antarcticite is bending sligtly to their right side, left arm raised and head tilted down, look of bewilderment on their face. Phosphophyllite is mostly hidden behind Antarcticite. They are hugging Antarcticite from back, their golden arms clutching Antarcticite mid, head peeking under Antarcticite raised arm. Phosphophyllite has teasing expression on their face, sticking their tongue playfully at Cairngorm. Cairngorm is standing to the side next to them. Cairngorm has arm crossed over their chest, hand turned to side to stick tongue back at Phos, look of childish petulance on their face. Overall mood of drawing is Phos teasing Cairn over their close bond with Antarc

/end ID]

so. i had this wip for about 7 years, since hnk anime rolled and Phos hadn't sufer that bad. Antarc's demise was still fresh wound and Cairn hadn't faced their identity crisis. I've entertained some naive ideas of them being partners and such, and it was fun while it lasted

And with the start of 2023 i thought it would be fun to actually finish some of my 200+ wips that were hoarding in "maybe-later-but-not-today" folder, and with some random picking mechanism that wip was raisen from oblivion

first draft under the cut. i suppose it's a progress.

#my art #fanart #houseki no kuni #hnk #hnk fanart #cairngorm #phosphophyllite #antarcticite #hnk phos #hnk cairngorm #hnk antarcticite

[dragon-with-a-ink-quill]

PDA: New data acquired, Levia-Sun

(File name changed) " Sun"-"Sunny"

Leviathan-Class [REDACTED], Male, Adult

[not hostile unless threatened]

The "Rays" around [Sun]s head are actually "basking organs" used to absorb sunlight he floats vertically with them fully outstretched due to his size there are no creatures that would bother him during this time.

His "face" is only for show except for his eyes which are real. his head opens more like a clam shell or a venus fly trap.

Despite the initial appearance of his eyes he is not blind, he has secondary eyelids that prevents him from going blind during sun basking.

His irises show up when on deeper water such as the lava zone which he migrates from to the surface every two days to collect sunlight.

He uses the collected sunlight to regulate his body temp between zones and to cook his pray.

This is a mutation unique only to [Sun] as [Moon] dose not display the same behavior and even shows repulsion at this action.

[Sun] and [Moon] are the only [REDACTED] level of Leviathan. But corrupted alien data has potential evidence of a "Cross" class of Leviathan still out there [More data required]

Log Entry (User ID: Y/N)- when scanning the back of suns head I found foreign material identified as "alien" in origin making up 87% of his brains make up...I knew they where smart but I never would have guessed at computer level smart. Just what are they really? :End Log

New Mission Acquired [Collect Further Data]

UPDATE HE GOTS COLOR NOW, LOVE YOU ALL!

PDA: New Data acquired, Moon-umental

(File name changed) "Moon"

Leviathan class [REDACTED], Male, Adult

[Aggressive] - (File Altered) -[trust problems]

[Moon] has a bioluminescent light at the end of his "night cap" the light itself resembles a starfish in structure.

The "night cap" is like the head of a giant squid but extended. ([Moon] can move the end of his "Night cap" like a tentacle).

[Moon] also has an advanced camouflage ability like that if the mimic octopus on Earth. despite his large size he can blend in to any environment within seconds, he can even maintain camouflage when in motion.

Despite the many abilities [Moon] posseses pointing to him being a ambush predator, his hunting style is more activity aggressive mainly hunting other leviathan class creatures and predators.

Log Entry (User ID: Y/N)- [Moon] won't hunt Reefbacks despite them being the perfect pray animal. He will hunt Crab squids "rather violently" though.

Unlike [Sun]s migration patterns [Moon] drifts between any biome he likes, mainly frequenting the darker biomes as his eyes can only handle so much light.

[Moon]s Eyes are like that of a cat's when it comes to light reflection. In the dark they take on a red shine, but when in sunlight they are completely black lacking any shine or reflection to them.

Other than these traits he is much like as his brother physically, like the clam like structure of there face and the tech that makes up their brain matter.

Log Entry (User ID: Y/N)- After around 4 weeks of observing [Moon] and [Sun] I realized that they don't communicate vocally to one another even if they click and warble when trying to communicate to me.

I assumed it had something to do with the way their head appendages move and emote but after awhile I learned that it has more to do with the tech in their brains as my PDA kept picking up odd signals when they where near.

I wonder if I could learn to decode it enough to hold a real conversation with them?

[End Log]

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #dragon with a ink quill #my art #Sundrop #Levia-Sun #subnautica #AU #dragon-with-a-ink-quill

[bonefall]

Might be a slight problem with your Lion, Tiger and Leopard idea. I think in TNP when the traveling cats met Sharptooth they describe it as a lion so evil it couldn't grow a mane. I think however that because it's a Squirrelpaw chapter you could explain that away as Firestar actually knowing what a Lion actually looks like, and thus telling his kits.

Have no fear-- THAT passage is being chalked up to a translation error itself for several reasons, first and foremost because it had been decided in TPB already to translate "Raor" as "Lion" and cut any references to their long ears.

...And second of all because Sharptooth is no longer a cougar! He is a European Cave Lion, because he is a manifested War God now instead of just being some random escaped zoo animal the Tribe couldn't deal with. Tribe's getting a huge buff. Anyway, this means he does actually have a "mane" now, but it's a big baggy fluffy neck... thing.

[Image Id: European Cave Lion. It's like a big lioness with a huge 'scruff' all around its neck.]

(Btw I made a road trip map and some extra detail for how I'm gonna handle the TNP journey if you wanna see that)

LionClan warriors DO have manes, though, but it's the same kind of mane that shows up in ThunderClan cats occasionally. Mapleshade, Lionheart, and Lionblaze are canonical examples of it, but I've given it to even more ThunderClan cats and just made it so those three were particularly fuzzy.

(there are rabbits with manes, also, but the Clan cats probably don't know about lionhead domestic rabbits.)

So they still could, actually, comment on Sharptooth's lame haircut.

Here's the original passage, and I'll follow it up with what's different about it in my rewrite/with reworked LionClan/Clanmew notes.

(So, unreality warning I suppose?)

“Sharptooth is a huge cat,” Stoneteller began, his voice hushed with fear. “He lives in the mountains, and makes the Tribe his prey. For many seasons now he has been picking us off, one by one.” “He looks like a lion,” Crag added, and asked, “Do you know of lions?” “We have legends of LionClan,” Stormfur replied, still wondering what Sharptooth could possibly have to do with him, “Lions are known for their strength and wisdom, and they have a golden mane like the sun’s warm rays.” “Sharptooth has no mane,” Stoneteller meowed, “Perhaps he lost it because he is so evil. He is the enemy of our Tribe.” His voice was bleak, his eyes shining cold with memories. “We feared that he would not rest until every cat of the Tribe had been killed.”

-Moonrise, Chapter 12

First of all, the Tribe isn't detaining the Sundrown Patrol to force them to fix their problems for them. The Tribe helps them cross, Sharptooth interrupts a feast they threw to celebrate the "return of the lost Sun Trail siblings."

They HAVE killed Sharptooth before. Three times. He re-manifests every few generations. And they'll do it again, god damn it!

The Sundrown Patrol decides to help, after seeing someone who helped them get slaughtered. The Tribe was going to handle it on their own but accepting help is one of their cultural values.

Tribe cats who couldn't speak to Clan cats were cut in the translation. There's actually a LOT of cats here, but many of them only speak Modern Tribemew.

Only the ones who are good at speaking Old Tribemew can talk with the Sundrown Patrol.

This causes an insane amount of errors in later books, because 2/3rds of the Tribe population was cut, eliminating the process by which they decide the new Stoneteller. So the writer made Jayfeather do it for them.

Tawnypelt is the one speaking to Stoneteller, she is the leader here, Stormfur plotline was added in localization for marketing along with the change to make Brambleclaw the leader.

Lions aren't known for 'wisdom,' they're notable for their strength, teamwork, and honor. "Teamwork and Honor" is translated as "Wisdom" but that's not totally correct.

Sharptooth working alone is what's noteworthy here, like a lion that takes all the physical strength with none of the honor. You can call that 'evil' but it is missing some nuance.

They also say that he doesn't have a 'mane' so much as he has 'scruff fluff.'

#Bonefall Rewrite #LionClan #Sharptooth #Bonefall TNP

[leggerefiore]

Mould

cw: horror, dead animal mentions, basically based off re7, ingo is a monster, teetering on yandere themes?, darker content

pairings: Ingo/Reader (Implied), Emmet/Reader

words: 3028

summary: An email from your missing boyfriend sends you out to find him. You find more than just him.

You knew the email was likely a fake.

Emmet had been missing for a greater portion of a year after running off on some mysterious job, leaving both you and his public transportation manager job behind. His behaviour was odd when he decided to go, never truly explaining why this job appealed to him so much when he clearly loved his previous one. Still, he went. And you failed to hear from him for months. Reporting him missing did nothing, as the company he claimed that was employing him apparently did not exist and there was no evidence about where he had actually gone.

There was a period of time in which you felt you drove him away from his life, and he simply wanted to abandon you. Days were spent in tears as these awful feelings ate at your psyche. He mentioned how lonely he felt all the time. Had you not given him enough attention? His loneliness always seemed to be there despite the bright grin on his face.

Slowly, through the intervention of friends and family, you had begun to move on from your boyfriend. He has gone. Likely dead. You needed to keep going.

Then you got an email from him. It had an address and a simple “come find me” written as its message.

Fake.

This had to be a fake.

So, why did you find yourself in the rural location provided by the missing man?

You were still deeply in love with him. Even moving on had not removed his playful, yet doting nature from your memories. Dates to cafés, outings to the amusement park, quiet evenings discussing possible moves in a shared future. He was out there. You knew it. He would not leave you without good reason, despite what your wounded mind may have convinced you. Emmet was not the type to go out without a fight, either. If he had, it would have made headlines in one way or another.

That is why you believed the email you received.

That is why you ignored Elesa's warning about someone likely hacking his email and pranking you.

That is why your feet sunk into the ground as you moved through the wild overgrowth around the supposed home.

It was humid and nauseating as you wandered through. Everything was normal rural Unova, until you spotted a bird skull. The species was unknown to you, and there was always the chance that something unfortunately fell prey to another creature. Still, it sent a shiver down your spine as you wandered deeper into the area. A few more corpses and skeletons were spied, but nothing truly set you off until the Bouffalant carcass. You gagged as the stench stung your nostrils. Mandibuzz flapped away as you attempted to regain your bearings. This one was not natural and left you finally unsettled in a way that made you consider turning back.

You shook your head and continued. This needed to at least be seen to a proper conclusion to give your mind something to settle itself with. Deeper you went, crossing under some odd ritualistic set-up with saws. Everything just felt completely ridiculous, but the sight of the house stopped you from retreating. It was clearly in a state of disrepair. Paint chipped from its sidings and the wooden features showed rot of a distressed calibre. Debris covered the roof and ground around. A broken porch swing laid lop-sided. You stood beside the coals of a recently burned fire curiously. A familiar brown wallet laid near it.

Picking it up, you felt fear freeze in your limbs. Emmet's ID was inside. The wallet was a gift you had given to him for his birthday. You pressed the item close to your chest. He had to be here. This was not all in vain. Yet… Just how had he ended up in such a place? You could not imagine a job for transportation over water would end with him in such a desolate place. The wallet was quickly tucked away into your bag.

Carefully, you treaded up the few stairs to the porch. The wood creaked under your weight, adding to your concern. For a moment, your hand lingered on the doorknob of the house. There was no way to know what would await you on the other side of the home until you opened it.

You did.

The light broke the darkened insides for a moment before ultimately leaving it to the original state after it closed. You quickly pulled out a flashlight you had packed. Its light did little to easy your mind. The home was absolutely filthy. Bugs crawled about in ways that triggered you to think anything brushing against your skin was one. A pot was left on the counter. Your curiosity of its contents was not high, so you continued from the entryway and kitchen into a hallway with a staircase. You felt tears in your eyes as the stagnant air swelled in your lungs with each breath.

Why had all this happened?

A sitting room was the first room you entered. On a stand sat a CRT television that glowed with feedback static. Its sound was unsettling, yet a nice way to break the unwelcome silence of the home. You explored around the room for a moment, feeling nearly everything for just a piece of evidence to tell you where your boyfriend might be. Something caught your attention in the fireplace, so you tugged at it. This triggered a creaking sound. You turned around to spy a new opening along the wooden trim of the wall. A hidden passage. You entered and found yourself in an odd in-between area. Nothing but a hole with a ladder was of interest there.

“Em-Emmet?” you finally spoke for what felt like must have been hours as you peered in the blackness of the hole. There was no response. You decided to quickly explore the other areas, but discovered them to be locked or without anything of interest. The hole was all you could explore with your dwindling hope. You descended down carefully, feeling the weakness of the wood as you gripped it. Near the end, your worst fears happened as a rung broke free and knocked you off. Your foot hit a few other rungs on your way down. Going back up was impossible. All you could do is explore. Managing to get yourself up, nothing felt to be injured worse than a bruise. Disgust bubbled up as you saw what was there. Sewage water flowed like a stream. You would have to wade through it.

A disgusting swim brought you to another side of the apparent basement you were in. You wandered through an area filled with discarded items that seemed to be forgotten to time. Yet… On a metal table, a piece of paper caught your eye. It was a note that was clearly aged now and most of it was illegible from water smearing, but the words you could make out were “I'm very sorry” and “you had a brother”. You placed it back down as it was unrelated to your current activity of trying to find other items from Emmet or getting out. As you continued, you saw a warm light coming from behind some metal bars. You rushed over to them and peered inside the blocked off area curiously.

… Suddenly, all of the situation was somewhat more bearable.

“Emmet!” you cried, shaking the door. It did not budge, yet the slow rhythmic rising of his chest assured you that he was alive. Who put him here? Why? You frantically searched around a nearby workshop area for anything to help break the chain lock that kept you from him. Finding bolt cutters, you quickly used them to cut into the metal. The chain snapped apart, and you opened the door barred door. You shook him aggressively, tears pouring from your eyes. It was him. He was warm. He seemed okay. Eventually, the man yawned and turned over to gaze at you with wide eyes. Your name was whispered by him, before he jumped up.

“What are you doing here?” Emmet's voice was filled with panic, “You can't be here – You… You're crying?” Your arms were around him as you buried your face into the warmth of his chest. For a moment, you could both pretend you were not in some grimy basement where he was seemingly held captive. Only for a moment, however. “We need to go…” his tone was firm, “We need to get you out of this place.” His hand grasped yours.

Without any hesitation, he began to lead you through the basement. Nothing seemed to be on his mind but getting you out of here, even ignoring your questions about where he had been and why he suddenly sent you a cryptic email about his location. He could not remember much, it seemed. Even nearly falling over when faced with a situation about a lack of a passageway. Eventually, you found the answer with a doll that eerily resembled him. He went up before you. By the time you reached the top of the stairs, he was nowhere to be found. You walked carefully, paying close attention to your surroundings. Nothing could be heard or seen as you eventually came to a doorway. Before your hand could grasp it, something slammed into your head.

You had no time to realise your lose of consciousness until you woke up in a warm bed.

A dim lamp at your beside lit the room as you laid under a heavy duvet. The room appeared ordinary and almost well-kept. You quietly rose from the bed to wander around. There were two doors, of which one was locked. The other only led to a bathroom. Whoever had taken Emmet seemingly had come for you. Pulling back the curtain on one of the few windows showed that you were in a higher floor of a home. Jumping out was not an option just yet. The room did not seem like somewhere that would be a normal place for holding someone against their will. You opened draws to find normal items. Brushes, assorted clothing pieces, extra sheets, makeup… It was in one of the bedside tables that something caught your attention. A letter.

“I know you do not know me. It must be strange to see a copy of yourself, but I want to get you out of here. Ever since I learnt of you, I wished to meet you. I have felt alone since my birth. Have you? You weren't born, though. I hate them for separating us. Everyone involved.

Let's stay together for now on, okay?”

The handwriting was familiar. You knew it. Its contents made little sense to you, but it definitely had some meaning. Holding on to it, you continued to prod around the two rooms you had access to until you could find something to help you escape. Everywhere you looked came up with nothing. A certain mould in the bathroom you made you gag, but it would be of no help to you in your current situation. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a doorknob twist. Rushing back into the bedroom, you watched as the door opened to reveal…

Emmet.

He gazed at you with odd eyes and a bowl of steaming something in his hands. His face held a frown, however. Were they forcing him to do this?

“Em… Let's leave before they lock the door again,” you whispered. Emmet shook his head and placed the soup on the bedside table. You felt annoyed. Why? It was clear that you needed to leave desperately before whoever was holding you captive decided to something.

“… Are you afraid?” he spoke, voice different from usual, “I… I want family. Please don't be afraid.”

“I'm not scared of you,” you countered, “We're being held captive, right? That's why you disappeared for nearly a year. Why else?”

“… I've been alone,” his voice cracked, “I've been incomplete. We were meant to be together.” His hands held yours. They were cold, with odd black streaks on his pale skin. You sighed. His words were sweet, but this was not the time for it. You cupped his face and forced him to look in your eyes.

“We need to go,” you tried again, “We aren't safe here… You were in a makeshift prison. I'll make sure you get help. Elesa wants to see you, she'll help you, too.”

“No,” a deep tone that Emmet had never used before came from him, “Emmet said that you loved him, and that when you came to us, I could finally start a family. He could start one, too.” His phrasing made no sense. He was speaking as if he were not Emmet, but he was completely identical to how he looked. Everything was the same.

Like…

Like a copy.

“… Who are you?” your hands were pulled away from the doppelgänger's face in terror. This was not your boyfriend.

“I'm Ingo… I was created to be a biological weapon,” he introduced himself, “… You were confused, as was I. Emmet, your boyfriend, is my twin.” That was impossible. You would have recalled him having a brother. Emmet's parents never mentioned another child, and you never saw any existence of this Ingo before in pictures or documents. A biological weapon? Emmet must be under some kind of delusion due to the stress of his situation. He suddenly hugged you to himself. You stood stiffly. “I… I love you,” he whispered, “I saw into Emmet's memories when I gave him my gift and I saw into your own, too… We'll be happy together.”

Your head started pounding unexpectedly. A throbbing like something was knocking at your skull. Your legs turned into gelatin as you crashed into the supposed twin's embrace. It hurt. He held you and the pain faded slightly. What was this? Everything slowly faded as you passed out from the agony in his arms.

~

You awoke again. This time, the space beside you was filled with a familiar, smiling man. Emmet held a manila folder in his hands. His eyes cut over to you for a moment, to acknowledge that you were awake. Nothing was said, however. Silence hung in the room. The low-light made everything feel dreamy and distant. Farther from yourself. The pain in your head had faded, and the bowl of food was gone. How much time had passed? Emmet likely knew. He left the folder on the table on his side as he got up. Your stomach twisted with mixed feelings as he pecked a kiss to your cheek.

“Forgive him,” he said as he opened the door to leave, “He has no idea how people talk.” It shut behind him and locked closed. You felt abandoned. Why? Why was he doing this? Scrambling over to where he had been, the warmth from his body heating your skin, to grab the folder. Inside were documents related to an experiment subject ING-00. Pictures of the subject left you distressed. It was Emmet… Yet, it was not possible.

“Subject extracted from expecting mother of twins. The smaller of the embryos was taken. The mother was informed it would not make it to birth. A genetic variant of a fungus was injected into ING-00. An attack using a mycelium network control from the subject is the planned offensive measure. ING-00 proves to be the most effective recipient of the fungi.”

The page was a brief about an experiment that left you feeling queasy. What was this? Where did it come from? You hated how you kept reading the sheet despite the repulsive information.

“Physical development under normal parameters. Often complains of feeling lonely. Odd dreams about normal family life. Current ideas relate this to possible twin theories, however it remains debated among researchers. Interest in raising this craving for family for usage by a possible buyer. Subject takes to vomiting a mould substance related to the fungi. It tries to use its powers to manipulate researchers into playing house with it. The mould comes from high emotional stimulation or desperation to spread its control.”

The mould in the bathroom haunted your mind.

“Transportation of subject ING-00 approved to the buyer. Approved guards and handlers to be a small group.” The images of the men left you unsettled. Emmet's smiling face was among them.

“… Did Emmet leave that?” a deep voice asked you. You looked up to see Ingo standing at the end of your bed, door wide open. You had not even heard him come in.

“Yes,” you told him, “You're… his twin.”

“I told you that. Did you not believe me? I suppose that is reasonable considering how you ended up here,” he nodded to himself and took the papers from you, “… They're looking for me. They want to recapture me. I'm tired of living as an item for someone else's bidding… All I want is a family.”

“You have one,” you said without thinking, “Emmet is your brother. He's your family.” The strange twin's silver eyes lit up at your words. He took your hand gently and pressed a kiss to it. His lips were as cold as the rest of him.

“Please stay with us,” Ingo begged, “I want more… I'm selfish. He loves you so much that he wanted to leave to find you again.”

You knew you should say no. Everything in this situation had been awful from beginning to end. “… I will,” you nodded, “As long as you aren't to keep us as items for your own bidding.” You felt arms wrap around you from behind as a face nuzzled itself into your shoulder. Emmet had returned without you realising it, embracing you tightly to himself.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your skin, “I'm sorry.”

Everything was completely horrifying and strange, but you could tell that Emmet wished to remain with his brother, no matter how strange he may be. He loved you both in different ways. His loneliness was finally dispersed with you both in his life.

#emmet x reader #emmet/reader #pokemon emmet x reader #ingo.ima #emmet.ima #yanstuff

[scarsmood]

how do you know you wont act upon the urges? doesnt the whole "searching out for more" thing about porn still apply to paraphilias? do you not fear of getting too comfortable and accepting of your paraphilias? how do you not fear of slipping up and acting on them?

Tw rape and paraphilia discussion

Here’s the thing you don’t know me lmao. I just make little tumblr post’s and that isn’t indicative to who I am as a person 24/7.

You have to accept your paraphilias actually that’s a healthy thing to do. You might be getting acceptance crossed with encouragement. You might wanna check my b3astiality tag but some studies found that actual beastiality isnt often committed from sexual attraction it’s usually motivated from other means. I think more often its commited sadozoophilia or sadistic zoophilia where you enjoy animals in pain.

I dont have that lol, i also am not afraid im gonna “do it” because i cant even act out my zoophilia specifically cause i only like animals x animals. So if i “lost it” the worst thing i could do is idk?? Watch animals get nasty like a little creep. Issue is i also only really get sexually attracted to animals like threatening wolves. So id specifically have to seek out tigers? Cause thats kinda close, even then its iffy. Probably isn’t gonna do anything for me tbh cause its still so far off.

It means typically what’s happening is my system is getting down w it internally or someone wants to do feral rp. You could commission art i guess. That’s still not that “crazy”

Let’s pick something else though. I have a few paraphilias and my zoophilia is basically useless. It’s not something I’m ever worried about but how about biastophilia or rape. That’s if you ask me much more worrying. Very real world and very easy to do.

That one specifically, because of my extensive sexual abuse history is what I’d call my “problem paraphilia” it also isn’t really recognized as one officially but thats okay this is more about answering the question “how do you handle impulses?”

I have gone and done extensive therapy for trauma, I’ll be honest pre-therapy i committed minor or major acts with sexual assault. So it’s a very alive problem. Because of DID i also didn’t even know i did this until roughly last year. So thats cool. Here’s what helps impulses I’ve found for paraphilias that actually have teeth and can cause serious harm.

Trauma associated with the paraphilia has to be treated, its a strong motivator to act. I did EMDR and still do it works very well for me. Secondly finding an outlet and appropriate expression is important it doesn’t have to be BDSM it could just be breaking things in a controlled area or drawing, walking, something to let out the energy that fulfills you and makes you feel safe.

You can still do BDSM, CNC does scratch the itch pretty well but what I find solves it more are trauma related grounding techniques. I have to avoid and neutralize triggers, do grounding techniques, toss in some DBT and CBT. Its an art form.

Do I feel like im gonna slip up ever? Honestly, yeah. Sometimes I feel out of control and it’s developed into a paranoia of “its gonna happen im a monster ect” that circles back to grounding and trauma therapy. I have my own set of grounding techniques when I feel that way. I do them until I become confident again that I’m okay and stable. If I can’t seem to that I do old reliable. Get the fuck away from me. I’m out of here im chilling in my room alone until this shit gets better.

Since the “paraphilia” or impulse is trauma based. I find i am most dangerous when someone tries to rape me. How ironic! This has happened a lot unfortunately and became a legitimate defense mechanism. I am quite happy to be monogamous now because instead of dealing with shit heads i get to be with my partner. If someone starts acting that way towards me now its easier to blow them off because i can justify thats cheating. So none of that bullshit.

Since my ex raped me a lot. Were talking upwards of 100+ cause it was weekly for 8 years. If i see someone that looks like him i can get a little angry that way. But after therapy its been pretty died down. It’s not a very visceral reaction i can accept the emotions and move on.

In summary, i think most paraphilias if theres is no harm specifically in their definition its not gonna be a problem. When it is though it’s best to learn DBT and CBT i enjoyed EMDR and my therapist helped me understand the signs before you commit to an impulse. Which will look different for everyone. You have to accept its a part of you as well. I didn’t pre therapy which meant i never understood until it was to late what i wanted to do. Recognizing your past, your impulses and how that’s also you and then embracing them and giving those parts of yourself resources to cope better is so hard. But it’s extremely important to do. It’s not beneficial for the person acting out those things either. It comes with guilt, shame the inability to trust yourself. Thats why it’s so important to even acknowledge its there.

With my sexual abuse it’s a family tradition/s the one that they all have in common is no one accepts it. No one talks about it. No one addresses it. You have to accept these things or else the cycle doesn’t stop. Hope that answers your question :>

#zo0philia #b3astiality #otherkin #therian #asks #afterdark #tw rape

[zoroara]

June Fran Redraw 10 of 30!      

I think it’s incredibly funny that they just fucking slap stickers on his god damn apple hat like “we gotta advertise who you’re apart of and no the jackets that literally no one else has isn’t enough.” I also hope I got what the kanji looks like somewhat correct. I had a hard time discerning where things ended. Additional think I like, they really do eat like kids with no parents, fucking sitting on the table there’s a whole tub of ice cream right on the fucking table no one is eating it it’s just there to melt.

Also if you’re interested in Submitting for other Varia members for me to redraw in their months you can check what I still need (here~)  

The Image I redrew is under the cut, just to keep the post small.

[ID: 1: A full colored digital fanart of Fran, from the manga and anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

He sits cross-legged on a table, picking his nose and holding onto a joystick, looking to the side. The Kokuyo middle school’s jacket hangs from his shoulders, and there’s stickers on his apple hat.

There’s also a tub of ice cream, bottles of water, a glass, and an open cereal box on the table. There’s a cushion on the floor behind him, and further away a piece of rock and a yellow carpet.

2: The reference panel from the manga. /End ID]

IDs courtesy of @hopeswriting​

Fran get your finger outta there

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #Fran #Varia #my art #Fanart #redraw

[quietwingsinthesky]

what genre of games do u like playing :>

i am a puzzle game girl at heart. i love free dopamine, i love getting told im doing a good job, i love getting trophies. i am also just. bad at making my own goals in games. i want to be told what to do and do it so so well that i get 2000 gold exp points or whatever. that’s why i’ve never really been able to pick up life sim games like harvest moon or animal crossing.

i love platformers but i think everyone loves platformers, even if they say they don’t, they just have too narrow a definition of platformers. that’s quintessential video game right there, that’s making mario do a little jump and a wahoo. can’t go wrong with it. i will tough it out for the stupidest hardest shit just for the chance to get all the stars or a good time on a level, and it will be worth it. to me.

i am Not a shooter person, first or third. mass effect is my favorite game series of all time in spite of the fact that i am very, very bad at it. i just never picked up the sort of coordination you need to be good at shooters. the sensitivity is always too low or too high, everything moves too fast, and i need more time than i am ever afforded to actually line up shots right. video games that let me turn on aim assist my beloveds <3 BUT. that being said im not going to turn away a game because of it, especially if the game is. Weird.

actually yeah that’s my favorite genre of game. Weird. a genre that i can define to include Control and SuperHot and Slay the Princess and Yume Nikki and Jazzpunk and. you get the picture. weird is either weird in the profound way or weird in the ‘who made this and why’ way. or both. but my favorite games are always Weird.

but id be remiss to say all of this and not mention once that i do adore terrible shovelware games. older ones, though some amazing (read: awful) ones can still be made nowadays, but it’s a little harder to love a shovelware game with microtransactions than one that’s just sort of. bad. and honest about how bad it is. made for a quick buck on the cheap, wearing some sort of licensed mascot’s skin, if you’re lucky it has bad motion controls. you know the deal. im fascinated by them. i wish i had a library of all the wii shovelware that exists so i could display them. not proudly but. display them for sure. force my friends to play wreck it ralph the wii game.

#ask

[odetoavillan]

BOOP

     Savage was reporting to the human female what supplies they had left, taking it all very seriously when the tiny human poked his nose with a loud 'boop" sound. The yellow Zabraks lite gray green eyes widened as she covered her mouth and stifled a small giggle.

          "I'm so sorry." She continued to giggle gently patting his shoulders.

         "I don't understand..." Savage stated looking to his brothers.

     Mauls arms were crossed as he rolled his eyes observing the scene with a hard scowl line creasing his face.

          "She's... odd..." Maul stated to his older brother. "Darling mine... do control your impulsiveness." Maul raised a tattooed brow at her. She laughed heartily and wrapped her arms around his waist. 

           "I thought you liked my impulsiveness." She cooed kissing his chin. Maul snorted.

          "You are insufferable." He droned rolling his eyes. "We must go get our supplies now... you'll need your cloak." Maul told her.

          "Right!" She whirled and took off to her room. Maul looked to his two brothers.

          "Make sure she doesn't... do something impulsive." Maul ordered his two brothers.

          "Like what?" Ferral questioned.

          "Just keep her from harm." Maul eyed him sternly before turning to where she wad practically skipping past them.

          "Waiting on you now." She teased. Maul caught up to her quickly, gripping her swinging hand and held it still at thier side.

          "I've ordered my brothers to keep you safe... so keep them busy would you." Maul whispered to her, kissing her temple. She smirked broadly up at him.

          "I know... I'll look after them." She hummed, kissing his jaw. "Misbehave yourself." She called after him as he left her side.

         "Always." Maul smirked pulling his cowl up as she winked.

          "Let's go shopping!" She grinned at Ferral and Savage. She linked her arms around thiers and walked on rambling about the culture and animal life of the planet they were currently on.

     The trio collected the supplies they needed then sat down at a Cafe to eat. The brothers scowled at her plate.

          "It's a salad, you blithering womp rats, not nuclear waste." She chortled waving a fork full of food in thier faces.

          "Does it even taste good?" Savage asked curiously.

          "To me it tastes pretty good... there are some veggies I don't like cause they only taste like dirt... this salad is actually the best I've had in a while." She smiled at them.

          "Id like to try it." Ferral stated. She smirked at him and picked out a bite for him, and put it next to his plate of meat.

          "Only just a bite... Maul ate some vegetables once, cause it was all we had, and he shat himself silly. Zabrack being carnivores and all... that one bite won't hurt you. " She assured. Ferral took the bite and shuddered, wanting to spit the food out immediately. She held a napkin out to him. "Spit it out in here."

          "That was terrible." Ferral gagged. The human and Savage chuckled at the young zabraks antics.

          "Just stick to the food you know brother." Savage stated, shaking his head.

          "There are some fruits, grains, and veg you guys can have in moderation... but we'll cross that bridge when we get there... we gotta get back, Maul is on his way back to the ship." She explained finishing her meal.

          "How long have you known our brother." Savage asked as they started pushing thier crates of supplies back to the ship.

          "Little over ten years now I think... long story for a different day... hey, Ferral?" She replied, grabbing the light orange zabraks arm.

          "Yes?" He answered looking at her

          "BOOP!" She grinned poking his nose. Savages rumbling laugh echoed at Ferrals displeased scowl.

          "You're trouble..." He grumbled after her as she giggled maniacally.

#darth maul #maul #maul x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #star wars #savage opress #feral opress