#just cause you are not impacted by hot temperatures it doesn’t mean no one is

[majaurukalo]

“But it’s not that hot today”.

Okay, do you want to live in my body? Try it just for a couple of hours.

[aizawaz]

I’m so very deep in my Trigun obsession, so it’s only fair that I write something about it

! Minors dni !

Fingering headcanons ; Vash x reader ; Wolfwood x reader

Warnings: afab!reader , fingering , slight impact play , slight temperature play , praise , just a whole lot of pussy worship

! Nsfw below !

Vash absolutely adores fingering you, it’s his favourite pastime. He loves being in control of your pleasure, and boy is he good at it.

He knows every single spot that gets you all whiney, a proud smile curling his lips every time he earns a breathy “Right there!” or “God, don’t stop..”. Vash has every one of your sweet spots stored in his memory, and it has your mind foggy with every stroke of his fingers.

If he’s feeling extra playful or just in a giving mood, he’ll finger you with his prosthetic arm, the cold metal of the fingers making you shiver and your eyes roll back into your head. Vash’ll even alternate between his two arms, the contrast in temperature always manages to have your toes curling.

Also, if you’re okay with it, Vash will finger you while wearing his glove. I mean, he wears them on his two middle fingers for a reason, right? The rough material of the fabric makes you cum so fast and so hard, and Vash can’t help but marvel at how your juices soak his glove, turning it an even darker black. He’s had to throw away a few gloves before, but it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. He loves making you feel good, even if it’s at his expense.

Vash makes it his mission to have you cumming on his fingers at least 3 times before he actually gets down to business. He can’t help it when your pussy just clenches so good around his slender fingers. Bonus points if he can make you squirt.

His favourite position to finger you in is to have your back against his chest, having you on full display as his deep blue eyes are glued to how you gush around his fingers. This way Vash can whisper as many praises as he desires, telling you how pretty you are and how good your perfect pussy sounds and feels.

“Does that feel good?” Vash’s voice comes out in a husk, low and gravelly as his lips brush against the shell of your ear. His fingers curl against your walls, pushing against the familiar spongy flesh of your g-spot. He has you seeing stars, your moans coming out as high-pitched whines as your hips rolled against his hand, your clit brushing against the heel of his hand and causing your eyes to flutter shut.

“So, so good…Gonna cum, Vash.” You croak, your chest heaving as the familiar heat of an orgasm pooled in your stomach. Vash groaned as you spoke, his lips nibbling at your earlobe as he curled his fingers inside you with a newfound eagerness. “Yeah?…Go on, love. You can do it, know you can. My perfect girl...You feel so good around my fingers,” he purrs, and he has your pussy spasming in seconds, your arousal spraying all over his hand, soaking both him and the sheets.

Your hand grips his prosthetic arm, your fingers trembling as your head falls back against his shoulder, your hot breath tickling his ear as you pant. Vash just lets out a breathy laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple as he slowly pulls his fingers away from your aching cunt.

“So perfect..”

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Wolfwood isn’t as gentle as Vash, if anything he’s the other side of the coin. He fingers you before and after sex, he’s a greedy man. He loves how you whine and weakly push his hand away, saying how sensitive you are as he pushes his cum back where it belongs.

His fingers are calloused from carrying around that heavy cross every hour of the day, and he knows how to use them. Wolfwood’s fingers scrape against every bump and dip of your pussy, making you jolt and cry out every time.

Will slap your pussy if he thinks you’re cumming too fast. He loves to rile you up as much as he can until you’re begging him to just let you cum, your voice like heaven to him.

Wolfwood’s fingers are thicker than Vash’s as well, and they stretch you out so good it has you practically drooling every time he pushes them into your sopping pussy.

His favourite position to finger you in is having you on your back, holding your legs to your chest as Wolfwood hovers over you, abusing your cunt with his rough fingers. If he notices that your legs are closing, he’ll give your pussy a slap, warning you to keep your legs open or else he’ll leave you high and dry.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart; and keep those legs open, yeah?” Wolfwood’s deep voice rings in your ears, his dialect rough from nicotine. His hand slaps against your wet pussy, causing you to wince and let out a whiney cry. He’s been bullying your cunt for hours now, only letting you cum twice in that timeframe.

Your legs snap open, your hands gripping the back of your thighs as you pull them back to your chest, your face beet red and dripping with sweat. “Please, Nico…Wanna cum so bad..” you mewl, your voice cracking from how long and loud you were squealing as Wolfwood’s thick fingers continued to curl against your spongy g-spot.

Your begging earns a playful smirk to pull at his lips, his eyes flashing as he hums lowly, his fingers picking up the pace. “Oh, well…since ya asked so nicely, I guess you can cum.” His words have you gushing in an instant, your knuckles going white as your pussy clenched around his fingers, spraying against his abdomen. It makes a groan rumble in his chest.

Wolfwood removes his fingers from your exhausted cunt, moving them to his lips to lick them clean. Your taste has him groaning again. “Good girl..”.

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A/N: I’m actually super proud of this one, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Vashwood brainrot

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[azulsluver]

I CURSE YOU WITH RAIN OF THE CATS UPON YOU UNTIL YOU SHALL WRITE A YANDERE HETALIA DRABBLE !!!! [Preferably the axis] [please I am thirsty my dear writer]

Drink my anon

Post-kidnapping, perhaps a mild reader with a rather big mouth and attitude. Let’s talk about some nightly routine scenarios.

Italy

There isn’t a night Italy comes back home tired yet smiling, oh, so wide for you. Are you happy he’s home?

Italy’s stress and problems seemed to vanish as soon as he sees your face, all scrunched up and clawing at him as he buries his face in your chest. For someone so useless, he sure has a tight grip on you. To destress is to bask in your presence, hold you in his arms while he sits on your lap, rub his cheek back and forth until it burns, your skin cells and his mixing with sweat and the sheer raw flesh of one another…. Just push him off at this point.

He whines and cries when you hog the blankets and turn on your side facing the wall, he loves your back, but he loves that pretty face of yours more. It’s better to let him spoon you, although, one day he wishes he’d be the one getting spooned. But a man can dream.

He tosses and turns a lot, you might think it’s intentional, he’s practically groping you. Letting out a small ‘mii—chuuu’ with every breath coming from his mouth. Like a pretzel, he bends and throws his limbs at whatever he can grab onto, you woke up to him sleeping upside down while cradling your legs.

Very heavy sleeper, you smacked him because he was mumbling nonsense, something about letting him put meatballs on it. If you weren’t chained to the bed with restricted gloves he so personally got from Greece (the impact and strength of your hits still hurt), then you would smother him with his pillow. Love comes with pain.

Germany

Popping open a canned beer isn’t something he wished he often did. He knows, he knows, he’s so awful and you’re disappointed he came back home well.

He thought he could come back home to see the love of his life without them reminding him how horrible he is. Right, he’s so terrible for giving you a roof over your head and a good three prepped meal. He lets you go on his morning runs but you still complain about not going outside enough.

His sweet is bitter, mean as you kick at his hunched back. He was planning on reading you a bedtime story but forget it you brat.

Germany doesn’t hit his partner. You didn’t consent to this lifestyle, but he let his selfish desires get the best of him. It’s the only thing Germany reaaaaally wanted, and he feels like shit when you interrupt his thoughts by being near him. Hate his guts, he doesn’t want you to love him back. Cause it proves his point, and that makes his tongue feel funny when you finally sleep comfortably with him. In his bed. His covers smell like you.

He doesn’t sleep yet. He can’t. He’s a little paranoid of one too many things, do you want him to put an arm around you? Is the room too cold or hot, should he raise the temperature? For someone who swears up and down that he should burn in hell, you wrap your arms around your body, missing a touch. And you don’t seem to push him away when he caved in.

Japan

He truly dreads having to come home to a sour you, tapping your foot on his matted floor and throwing tantrums after tantrums. Saying ‘what’s the point of keeping me locked up here if you’re too busy to care for me?!’ — it really hurts his head, please stop shouting.

Japan is strict with your schedule, it doesn’t apply to him whether he comes home late, he’s a busy person trying to give you a simple and cozy life if you—just—let him. You should have your teeth brushed after dinner, shower, drink the herbal tea he prepares every morning, and rest. You don’t settle in right away, it’s normal, you’ll get there. Japan has mastered his patience, so any sort of trouble you bring won’t deter him from his goal.

This is why he made the herbal tea. Presenting it nicely with your choice of cream or milk. It’s supposed to help you sleep, the futon looks so comfortable once it hits you. That way Japan can come back to see your resting body, chest slowly moving up and down with only a lamp for company.

Sleeping next to each other, not too close. He doesn’t want to scare you, a good three feet apart. Japan is ready to sleep alongside you after coxing you to be more comfortable around him, your days of sleeping in a separate bedroom revoked once you tried ambushing him from behind the door.

He’s not exactly sleeping…. At first he’s staring up at the ceiling, counting to himself. But his eyes betray him, wandering to you. So blissful. Calm. And you’re actually right there. He hates how aware he is about that fact, his hand trembling as he reaches for yours.

That’ll be good enough for him. You twitching will have him snapping his limbs back to his body, turning the other way with heating cheeks.

[webcadence]

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[spinejackel]

fuck it, here are all my headcanons that i can remember rn for “wtf is wrong with vincent valentine?”

i love pushing the idea that he came back wrong as far as how people are supposed to go about being alive

one thing i don’t like about the end of dirge, is that chaos returns to the planet after omega is defeated

why? cause i think chaos is “the glue holding him together”/“keeping the lights on” so to speak for vincent. if he’s gone, vince will start to fall apart and die. it’s 100% chaos running all of vince’s vitals

vince is literally heartless. no heartbeat on this guy. instead, where his heart should be is a weirdly transparent fleshy… encasing… around the protomateria. the muscle around it looks kind of like a heart, but it doesn’t beat like one. also, if you are in a pitch black room and he’s not wearing a shirt, you would be able to see a faint glowing in his chest

this causes him to have a horrendous circulatory system. blood still flows through his veins, but it’s a lot slower than it should be, and if he gets injured badly enough that he bleeds, his blood is be a lot more coagulated than normal. this also means that if he should be injured by any means, it takes him a lot longer to heal.

on the flipside, i don’t need to hc him having a higher resilience than a normal person cause that part is at least in canon, last i checked, that chaos has made him far more durable than the average human

another downside of my hc that vincent has a shitty circulatory system is that his entire body is clammy and cold. i hc that he can feel hot/cold the same way as everyone else, but there’s a… delay? in his system when it comes to registering the temperature change

my best example for what i mean by that being that when everyone else is starting to put on a sweater, he doesn’t notice the temperature change, but he will be trembling like a chihuahua in september

also hc that vincent’s digestive system is fucked up too. like.. he doesn’t need to eat as often as normal because his stomach just digests things more slowly, to the point that his diet is MASSIVELY impacted by it. like he can’t eat solids with a short expiration date or they will start to rot in his stomach before they’re able to get digested, so he “eats” a lot more liquid based foods or if he eats a solid food it has to be shelf stable. whenever he does eat shelf stable foods, it’s not a lot and not very often. more like an occasional treat type of thing for him. some may describe it as “eating like a bird”

his body is also just bad at absorbing any nutrients from anything he eats. if chaos were not holding him together, he would have glass bones and paper skin

as far as him limbs. thanks to rebirth, i hc that not only is his left arm a prosthetic from just below the elbow down, but so are his legs from just below the knee. i hc he is fully capable of holding things in his left hand, but he can’t grip anything very tightly. also, if he were to flex both hands at once, there would be a notable slight delay in the movement of his left hand. as for his legs, i hc that the reason he can always be seen leaning on things is because standing around for long periods of time starts to become quite uncomfortable for him

a day late to rebirth part 2 but i really like the idea that vincent valentine looks like he has been put through a woodchipper

scar placement is from a combination of all his different forms over the different installments and no one set game

and thank you rebirth for showing us at least galian beast so i could add the little metal bits imbedded into his skin

ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ʰᵃˢ ⁿᵒ ᵃˡᵍᵒʳᶦᵗʰᵐ. ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᵃʳᵗ

[robotbuilding]

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KEEP YOUR HOUSE WARM THIS WINTER WITH A TANKLESS WATER HEATER INSTALLATION

Due to the importance of constant access to hot water, many households go for Tankless water heater installation in San Diego. A water heater is a standard appliance in most houses, but few people consider how much energy it consumes without being used. Tankless water heater on-demand setups are well-liked because of their usefulness, efficiency, and durability.

Due to its reduced impact on homeowners’ energy expenses, tankless water heaters have been increasingly popular in recent years. But what happens if you reside somewhere that has a more severe winter? Here’s the information on choosing a reliable tankless water heater.

The winter months are a bit more challenging for a tankless water heater due to its limitations, but it still does its job. Do tankless water heaters work well during the colder months? Yes, it is.

The water in tankless water heaters is pre-heated by a condenser, meaning it takes less time for the water to reach the temperatures pre-set for the flow of hot water. The water is heated to the desired level at about 1.6 gallons per minute.

As the water heater works to heat it, the pressure will drop at first, but the final product will be at the desired temperature. Installing a tankless water heater in a cold area can get you into some hot water but in a good way.

WHAT IS MEANT BY “TANKLESS WATER HEATER”?

A tankless water heater is a system that uses either gas or propane to heat water as it is used continuously. Turning on the tap sends cold water through pipes into the unit, which is heated by a coil of electric resistance or a burner of gas. With direct heating, you never have to worry about running out of hot water because it is not stored in a tank.

Tankless water heaters are more space-efficient than traditional water heaters, which do not require storage space for water and instead heat water on demand using electricity or gas.

Maintaining a constant hot water supply is essential if you use more than 3 gallons per minute. You can use a storage-type water heater if the rate at which you consume hot water is lower than three gallons per minute.

Tankless water heaters are tiny and come in various colors and finishes, making them easy to fit your home’s design. Tankless water heaters are more efficient than conventional models by 8-34%, depending on their fuel source. The tankless water heater in crawl space can also be installed due to its small size, like a suitcase.

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Some advantages of a tankless water heater are listed below:

The unlimited hot water supply is one of the most convenient aspects of a tankless water heater installation in San Diego. Homeowners who rely on conventional water heaters may run out of hot water and have to wait until it is reheated. Because there is no tank to dry up, a tankless water heater will never run out of hot water.

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There are pros and cons of tankless water heater installation in San Diego, just as with any other home appliance or fixture. It is recommended that homeowners who require a large volume of hot water at peak times of the day install a tankless water heater so that they never run out of water.

A tankless water heater is a way to go when cost-effectiveness and efficiency are essential. The lifespan of a tankless water heater is 20 years or more, which is far longer than that of a conventional water heater.

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The householder will experience significant savings in energy costs due to the tankless water heater’s elimination of the requirement for an auxiliary storage tank to hold idle hot water. The necessity of having hot water for later use can increase energy savings by at least 35 percent.

When it is eliminated, the efficiency of a tankless water heater is guaranteed to be 95 percent or higher. As a result, a tankless water heater is highly efficient, using almost all the energy it receives.

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There are several significant benefits that tankless water heaters offer that make them a viable option for San Diego residents. When it comes to the benefits of tankless water heaters, the first is the basic one of never having to worry about running out of hot water.

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Tankless water heaters are available in both electric and gas varieties. Comparing the energy expenses of these two options to those of a conventional storage hot-water heater, which must constantly heat 40 or 50 gallons of water to the ideal temperature, will reveal significant savings.

THE PRIMARY DISTINCTION LIES IN THE MANNER IN WHICH THEY OPERATE:

Electric tankless water heaters include a big battery that stores energy and heats water on demand. As a result, you will not incur any recurring costs related to heating the hot water. However, if you lose power at home or are experiencing an electrical outage, your hot water supply will be interrupted until power is restored.

A gas-powered tankless water heater heats the water within the unit using an internal gas burner to achieve the desired temperature. If you have a gas connection connected to your home, heating water is a one-time expense because you only have to pay for the gas you consume. If the gas line pressure is insufficient, the flow of hot water from such a device could be reduced during peak demand times.

Some businesses have been around for a long time, serving the needs of San Diego residents who want access to consistent hot water. They help customers find out what kind of heating service they require and recommend the most economical choice.

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Half of the Earth’s glaciers, notably smaller ones, are destined to disappear by the end of the century because of climate change, but limiting global warming could save others, according to a new study. The findings, published in the journal Science on Thursday, provide the most comprehensive look so far at the future of the world’s 215,000 glaciers. The authors emphasized the importance of restricting greenhouse gas emissions to limit the consequences from glacier melt such as sea level rise and depletion of water resources. To help orient policy makers, the study looked at the impact of four scenarios on glaciers, where global mean temperature change is 1.5 degrees Celsius (2.7 degrees Fahrenheit), 2.0C, 3.0C and 4.0C. “Every degree increase produces more melt and loss,” said Regine Hock of the University of Oslo and University of Alaska Fairbanks, a co-author of the study. “But that also means if you reduce the temperature increase, you can also reduce that mass loss,” Hock told AFP. “So in that sense, there is also a little bit of hope.” Even if global temperature rise is limited to 1.5C above pre-industrial levels — the most ambitious goal of the Paris Agreement — the researchers estimated that 49 percent of the world’s glaciers would vanish by the year 2100. That would represent about 26 percent of the world’s glacier mass because the smallest glaciers would be those first impacted. Global mean temperature is currently estimated to be increasing by 2.7C which would result in a near-complete loss of glaciers in Central Europe, Western Canada and the continental United States and New Zealand. “Regions with relatively little ice like the European Alps, the Caucasus, the Andes, or the western US, they lose almost all the ice by the end of the century almost no matter what the emission scenario is,” Hock said. “So those glaciers, they’re more or less doomed.” – ‘Up to the policy makers’ – Under the worst-case scenario — global temperature rise of 4.0C — giant glaciers such as those in Alaska would be more affected and 83 percent of glaciers would disappear by the end of the century. Glacier loss would also exacerbate sea level rise. “The glaciers that we are studying are only one percent of all ice on Earth,” said Hock, “much less than the Greenland ice sheet and the Antarctic ice sheet. “But they have contributed to sea level rise almost just as much as the Greenland and Antarctic ice sheet together in the last three decades,” she said. Warming of 1.5C would lead to an increase in average sea levels of nine centimeters while temperatures 4.0C higher would cause 15 centimeters of sea level rise. “It doesn’t sound very much, nine centimeters up to 15 centimeters,” Hock said, “but it’s not global sea level that is that much of a concern. “It’s mostly associated storm surges,” she said, which have the potential to cause “a lot more damage.” The disappearance of glaciers will also have an impact on water resources because they provide freshwater for some two billion people. “The glaciers compensate for the loss of water in summer when it’s not raining much and it’s hot,” Hock said. The study’s projections, which are more pessimistic than those of UN climate experts, were reached through observations of the mass of each glacier through the decades and computer simulations. Despite the alarming findings, Hock said “it is possible to reduce the mass loss by human action. “If it happens is of course a different question,” she said. “If that happens is of course up to the policy makers.”

[luxuryflooringau]

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Tile

This is a versatile option for most climates because it has inherent insulative properties. This remains cool underfoot, so it works marvellously in dry and hot areas. You can also satisfy your design dreams as this comes in a plethora of styles and colours.

3 Best Selections for Hot and Humid Climates

High humidity means a lot of moisture or water vapour in the air. Unfortunately, untreated wood products will expand and warp in these conditions. That's why you typically don't find natural wood in warm and wet areas of your home, such as the bathrooms. If it's hot and humid in your locality, the following flooring options are better:

Hybrid floors

This is an excellent alternative if you want the look of hardwood in humid areas because it is 100% waterproof. If hybrid flooring is installed and maintained correctly, it can last for the long haul. It has many design options similar to vinyl, but it works better because some vinyl brands are not entirely water resistant and react with humidity, unlike hybrids. If you're concerned about moisture, this is the number one choice.

Porcelain Tile

Another top choice for humid places is porcelain tiles. That's why you'll find porcelain fixtures and tiles in bathrooms because this material handles water well since it won't expand or contract. You don't have to worry about warping because it doesn't absorb moisture. It's a durable material that you can't go wrong with.

Waterproof Engineered Hardwood

If you live in a very humid place but still want all-natural timber on your floors, the better alternative is waterproof engineered hardwood. Go for engineered hardwood with a water-resistant or waterproof top layer. This quality assures better performance in humid weather.

3 Best Selections for Cold Climates

Do you live in an area that's prone to snow and ice? If you live where the weather gets frigid, you need floors that resist moisture because snow and ice can be tracked inside. Also, you want a flooring material that won't freeze your toes. Instead, choose the flooring that provides some cosy warmth in winter. Check out these options for cold climate flooring.

Hybrid flooring

Hybrid flooring is a rockstar in cold locations because it is entirely waterproof. It has four layers: protective, design, core, and acoustic backing. As a result, you've got a stable floorboard that won't warp or cup. Hybrid flooring also feels stellar underfoot. This flooring material is the most excellent choice for colder climates because it's not just durable and affordable, it also comes with a wide array of design options to suit your home's theme. 

Vinyl planks

Vinyl is an adaptable material that warms up fast, making it a stellar flooring choice for temperate zones. More importantly, it has water-resistant properties, and high-end brands can be waterproof. If you want warmth and comfort, this also feels stellar underfoot even in cold winters. If you want to feel toasty warm in your home, even if it's freezing outside, vinyl planks won't let you down.

Laminate

Laminate is another affordable flooring option that's very easy to install. If you're doing a renovation project, the click-lock system can help installers "float" this on top of an existing floor. Hence, you save on time and labour costs. Moreover, laminate is made of composite wood, offering a lot of natural insulation. It can expand and contract without issue if it is correctly installed. It can handle a bit of water if you quickly wipe up any puddles or spills. Laminate is an excellent choice if you want to stay warm even if it's cold outside.

Regarding your flooring options, you must consider the climate, especially if you live in an area subject to extreme weather conditions. If you need help, call us; we can explain the pros and cons of flooring materials based on the climate in your location. We have a large selection of quality floors available. Check out our product gallery -  https://www.prolinefloors.com.au/

These extra ideas might be worth considering!

The Best Flooring for Extreme Temperatures

Extreme temperatures can cause unexpected damages to floors. That’s why your location’s temperature and climate should play a role in the flooring you choose, especially if you’re in an area that experiences extreme temperatures.

The best flooring for extreme temperatures depends on your specific climate because each harsh environment affects floors differently. Let’s look at the top flooring choices for various climates:

Here https://www.builddirect.com/blog/best-flooring-for-extreme-temperatures/

Source: https://luxury-flooring.blogspot.com/2022/12/what-is-best-flooring-material-for.html

[lovely-low-waster]

Laundry is something we all need to do and I think has some of the easiest low waste swaps of other areas of the home. Some are even free and can save you money in the long run!

Washing less is super easy and will prolong the life of your clothes.  This is one of the swaps that’ll save you money as well because you use less water because you wash less often. Wear something a couple times before putting it in the wash unless its noticeably soiled or stained. Washers can be somewhat hard on clothes especially lower quality garments that are poorly made. It'll pull apart bad seams and emphasize wear and tear. I’m a fan of mending my clothes, but if washing less means I’ll have to do it less often I’ll take it!

Using warm or hot water on your clothes is actually where the bulk ok the washers energy goes if you use it; in turn this ups your energy bill as it takes more energy to heat up the water. Most clothes actually recommend that they are washed on cold water. Warmer water can warp certain fabric and dull the color faster. My washer actually has an eco cold setting so it takes water temperature the water is straight out the tap. I’ve never personally seen a washer without a cold setting so it’s an easy swap to clean your clothes!

I haven’t had the chance to purchase any sort of microfiber filtering device as they’re all currently out of my budget. They catch the loose pieces of micro plastics coming off clothes in your washer to prevent them from going into the ocean. I mitigate this instead I make sure to trim any loose bits of my clothes off so it doesn't fall off in the washer to add to my scraps pile. This doesn’t have to be done with any natural fibers as they’re decompose naturally. If you’ve tried any of these let me know what particular method you use!

I have switched to a natural detergent. I use a combo  of a powered detergent and soap nuts. There are many different types of natural and eco detergents: pods, powders, liquids, and the soap nuts. They also have a large variety in price range so use what is best for you and you can afford. Personally I like to get ones that don’t have added water to them to reduce my water consumption. Also make sure what you use is compatible with your washer as some can coat your interior or cause damage so double check.

Hang drying is one of my favorite things to do for my laundry that had I had been doing long before I became low waste! Dryers too put a lot of strain on your garments and will cause them to fade and/or shrink. Dryers use a ton of energy to operate so it saves so much money to just opt out of using it all the time or at all. Nearly all of my clothes I hang dry on two collapsable racks which are great for storing in compact spaces. I also prefer these to the ones you mount as you don't have to damage your walls to use them -- this is especially important if your living space is rented or not your own. 

There is still a few items that I do use my dyer for, but I use dryer balls to reduce my drying times. I personally use silicone ones, but would like to eventually use wool balls when my silicone ones have outlived their lives. They will also reduce static in your clothes. These are a good replacement for dyer sheets if you’ve been using those. If you like the scents that dryer sheets give your clothes you can always take a washcloth or other small piece of fabric and drop a couple drops of essential oil or if you have the wool balls right onto them and plop them in. When your clothes come out they’ll be pleasantly scented.!

I hope you'll try out some of these if you haven’t had the chance or haven't heard of them before. It might be an afterthought to swap out stuff in your laundry routine, but it makes a pretty big impact if you think of the waste an toxic chemicals associated with it. Let me know if you’ve got any additional tips regarding a low waste laundry routine!

(image source @consciousstyle on Instagram)

[sdv-mostly-shane]

The Midnight Quest.

Summary: Shane overheard the farmer wishing for a moonlight picnic. When he shows up to surprise the farmer at midnight, picnic basket in hand, he ends up with more than he wished for.

Warnings: NSFW. Sorry-it just kinda happened. But not actually sorry. Enjoy the fluffy smut.

“Yoba this heat is intolerable-who even decided to have a luau in the middle of the day?”

The 11th day of summer had temperatures in The Valley soaring into the hundred’s; the farmers whisper of frustration wasn’t intended to be heard by anyone, but was felt by everyone in attendance.

“Why have a picnic during the hottest part of the day,” the farmer said under their breath, “why not at night? Why not literally midnight when the air is crisp? At least the moonlight wouldn’t burn a hole into my retinas; I’d die for a moonlit picnic right about now.”

With an exasperated sigh, the farmer made their way to the communal pot to add their secret purple ingredient to the soup, satisfied that their little tantrum wasn’t heard by anyone else.

No one except Shane, that is.

*tip tip tap*-the sound was distant in the farmers ear in their semiconscious sleep. *tap tap tap*-the farmers eyes opened, sure this time that they heard a noise. Still, persistant- “Tap Tap Tap* coming from their window. The farmer, woken from their sleep, haphazardly covered their naked body in the sheet they were wrapped in, and made for the open window.

“Hey Farmer, I-“ Shane’s breath caught in his throat, the sight of the farmers thinly veiled bare chest causing their mind to sputter. Coughing, his eyes tearing away from their body to stare at the ceiling, he continued “-I, uh, I’m sorry that I, that I, uhm, woke up you. Uhm...” he couldntr help but be drawn back to the thin sheet that was grazinh against the farmers hot skin. The farmer stared at Shane, following his gaze.

The farmer, now fully awake and mind engaged, let out a small yipe at the realization of Shane’s awkwardness, and turned to grab their clothes and sprint to the dark corner to dress, out of view.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Oh no, no it’s totally fine... Uhm... what are you doing here”

Shane still felt paralyzed, the image of the farmers body emblazened in his mind.

“Right-well, I, uh, actually I heard you mention today at the luau something about a, uhm...”

“... a what ?”

“A, uhm... farmer, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a picnic. A moonlight picnic... With me.”

The farmer glanced at their alarm: midnight on the dot. Turning back to Shane, they finally noticed the small basket in his hands, and the blanket tucked under his arm. The shock from their surprise awakening had faded and was replaced by the shock of the sentiment. Looking directly into Shane’s hesitant eyes, the farmer said “there’s not anything that I’d want to do more than have a moonlight picnic with you”, and then hopped out the window to join Shane.

“You must have heard my fit at the luau. I’m so sorry, I didn’t think anyone could hear me.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. You know, I think this is a much better idea. Who plans a potluck of hot soup during the hottest part of the day?”

“Right? See, you know wha-“ the farmer gasped as they stumbled over a rock, prepared to make contact with the ground. Impact didn’t come, however, as Shane’s arm quickly wrapped around the farmers waist to catch them.

“Careful-it’s so dark in these forests. I’ll help you.”

Shane’s arm felt solid and warm on the farmers back, his hand firmly held the dip of their waist, as he led them to the big tree in Cindersnap Forest. The farmers skin burned hot at his touch, and their breath dropped shallow.

Shane, surprised at his own forwardness, persisted to the designated spot under the tree before his burst of confidence faded. The feeling of the farmers tight waist under his hands was almost enough to distract him from the lingering vision of their sheet-adorned body. With the moon bright above the treetop, he reluctantly let go of the farmer and set to work laying out their picnic.

As Shane arranged the blanket, the farmer was transfixed on the movements of his body- he wasn’t exactly a fit man, but his days spent carrying and transporting heavy farming equipment and boxes of goods had given him a thick and sturdy build. The farmer held their breath as they watched him work, the moonlight shining on his body,. His tattered hoody was nowhere in sight, instead replaced by a lightly fitted T-shirt that clung to the stretching muscles on his back. The farmer felt heat travel down their body, and let out a quiet gasp of air.

Satisfied with the blanket, Shane reached out a hand to assist the farmer, who breathlessly took it. They sat together in brief silence, neither one daring to look at the other, in fear that their thoughts could be read aloud if their eyes made contact.

“Can I tell you something? I’ve never actually been on a picnic. So I wasn’t sure what to bring.”

The farmer peered into the purple-bow adorned little basket-he must have borrowed it from Jas’s tea party set-to find a bowl full of scrambled eggs and another of pizza rolls.

“It also doesn’t help that I can’t cook anything that’s not egg related. So...”

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

The two began their midnight picnic, talking about how bright the stars were shining (“that bundle of stars is Ursa Major, and that one minor. They’re Jas’s favorites-she says they’re her and I), how awful the soup tasted, and laughing about the disgruntled reaction of the governor and Lewis’ sour disappointment. As conversation flowed and they started their meal, the farmer found themselves drawn to the deep, mellow, smokey sound of Shane’s voice, and subconsciously scooted closer and closer to him. When the farmer drew deeper and deeper into their enchantment, they drew quieter and quieter, leaving Shane nervous about their sudden withdrawal.

The two continued to eat in tethered silence-hearts on edge, and minds hazy. Shane was running through all the thoughts of why this was a bad idea, how the farmer didn’t actually want to do this, and how they only said yes so they didn’t hurt his feelings, until the farmer finally broke their mutual suspension by crawling to sit right in front of him, knees touching, and eyes afixed to each other. Shane’s breath caught in his throat once more, as he peered into the clouded eyes of the farmer.

“You have no idea how much this means to me. I dont know if I have the words to tell you exactly how grateful I am. But I hope this makes my sentiments clear: ” Shane watched in astonishment as the farmer got up on their knees, placed their hands on either side of his thighs, and leaned forward, slow as molasses. Time stretched long enough for Shane to feel the tiniest puff of warm air as the farmer sighed against his mouth, and their líps delicately brushed against each other.

As the kiss lazily drew in intensity, lips softly moving against each other, he felt the sudden heat of the top of his shorts growing tighter against him. To his horror, the farmer had suddenly decided to crawl forward and straddle his lap. Embarrassed at his quick arousal, he made to gently push the farmer off, but was instead treated with the feeling of them firmly sitting their full weight onto the seat of his pants. The farmer let out a quiet whimper at the sensation.

That was all it took to have Shane completely unraveled-he practically threw the farmer down onto their back, where he then held his body above them, hands on either side of the face, hungrily deepening their kiss, tongues and lips gliding along seamlessly. The farmer shamelessly wrapped their legs around Shane’s hips, rendering him breathless and needy. He fought himself to momentarily pull his face away from the farmer to look at them. He paused to take in the flushed, panting face of his treasure, their eyes still closed, and smiled to himself. Shane’s heart swelled as the farmer opened their eyes to show a wild display of lust and longing, before they turned to happily shining at the sight of his smile.

“You’re amazing” he said as he moved to place gently kisses along the edge of the farmers jaw, each deepening in hunger as he made his way down their neck and to their collarbone.

The farmer had begun to make tiny breathy noises of whines, whimpers, and sighs, as they felt Shane’s rough kisses travel down their neck. They were completely transfixed, mind cloudy at the feel of his stubbled jaw brushing against their hot skin.

Shane stopped his pursuit just short of the edge of their top, and raised up to get a full image of his beloved farmer under him. He knew that he wanted every moment of this, but still forced himself to sit both of them up, saying “I want this. I want YOU. But I also want all of you. I want the dating, the meeting the parents, all of it. You need to know that you’re more to me than just this.”

“I know.”

And with that, the farmer jumped once again up into Shane’s lap, to take their turn at hungrily kissing at his face, his forehead, his ears, his neck. Down, down, down the farmers kisses traveled. And Shane could only happily hold on, beaming with joy inside and out.

[ikevamp-shrine]

What are the Ikevamp boy’s fetish/kink?

Characters: Sebastian, Shakespeare, Isaac, Dazai, Arthur, Napoleon, Jean, Comte, Leonardo, Mozart, Theo, Vincent

Warning: sexual content, NSFW, mentions of pain, weapons, and bondage

Sebastian: role play/ Interfemoral Sex

He would %150 be down for role playing: master of the mansion and guest, butler and maid/butler, childhood friends, teacher and student, honestly he is for it all

Loves to pretend to be Napoleon (though he would rather die than say it out loud)

Absolutely loves to have interformal sex (thrusting between someone’s thighs without penetration)

He feels as if his soul leaves his body when soft thighs wrap around and squeeze his cock and he can’t get enough of it

Shakespeare: knife play/ sadism (we all saw it coming)

Who wouldn’t love envolving their favorite weapon with their sexy time?

He loves the way his partner shudders with... fright, anticipation, ecstasy? Honest he doesn’t know, but he loves it.

The sight of a silver, shining blade gliding gently across his love’s smooth skin, never breaking the plush flush, sends him higher and higher each moment.

Loves to witness the sight of pain turning into pleasure wipe itself across his lover’s face.

He doesn’t know why but he adores the thought of harming the person he cares for, for sexual pleasure on both sides

Isaac: electrostimulation/ choking

How knew the small, gentle, and easily flustered boi would be a freak in the sheets?

And just to add onto his hightened hunger and rough tendencies Isaac has a ball when it comes to electricity (electrostimulation is the act of applying electrical stimulation to sensitive parts of the body)

Small shocks that cause a tiny muscle spasm, big shocks that cause his lover’s eye to roll back and them to moan loudly in pleasure, um check please

He also partakes in the activity of choking his companion (of course in a safe manner) 

Basically any act of sex that he is in control, he loves it

Dazai: impact play/ deprivation

Whips, paddels, and belts... oh my!

Of course he doesn’t like the idea of harming his lover so he spends many hours finding new fatty spots that only cause sensations of pleasure when hit

The sound of flesh being hit, slapped, or wiped is music to his ears

Deprivation is something he quite enjoys

Whether it’s to himself or to others, the thought and act of having to rely on your other senses and enhancing them during sex sends his mind whirling

From ear plugs to blind folds he has it all

Arthur: orgasm denial/ dirty talk

Now this boy is a nasty little freak

He absolutely freaks out over denying his partner the act of orgasming

He’ll keep his partner on the edge for how ever long he deems necessary always being right there but never allowed to crash over the edge 

You’ll never hear anyone talk as much dirty talk as this man

Forget sweet talk, nah, he likes the nitty, gritty, dirty, freaky talk that makes anyone’s face immediately flush as red as a ripe tomato

Napoleon: Agoraphilia/ impact play (specifically spanking)

Most people wouldn’t think that the previous emperor of France would be such a kinky boi

Agoraphilia (preference for having sex in public places or outdoors) always gets his blood pumping with excitement

The thought of being possibly caught in the act rials him up so much to the point he doesn’t know what to do with himself

Living room, dining room, kitchen (sorry sebastian), garden, against the gates surronding the mansion... Mozart’s piano, he’ll do it anywhere

Spanking is a big thing for him

Especially on the butt (naughty boi)

Jean: humiliation/ masochism

He’s a good little (christian, catholic?) boi so the idea of having sex before putting a ring on it makes him feel guilty

So to put his mind somewhat at easy he likes to be humiliated by his partner

He also likes to let his partner be in control and cause pain to him for pleasure

It’s not necessarily a healthy way to deal with his feeling and emotions but it helps so he does it anyway

Sometimes gets frustrated with himself so he’ll take control in bed and destroy his lover

Comte: voyeurism/ sensation play

Can you say kinky freak #2?

Like honestly

Voyeurism (getting sexual pleasure from watching others get it on) is something he is not exactly proud of... but it gets him all hot and bothered

When ever his partner plays with themselves his raging boner will put any man to shame

Doesn’t like it when other people touch what is his... besides Leonardo

Sensation play is something this man can not live without

He says it brings sex from a 3 to an 11

Leonardo: dominance/ age play

This man is freaking dominate

Though he doesn’t object to his sexy time companion taking control it usually doesn’t last long cause he is just naturally the dominant in any situation

 He completely destroys anyone who hops in his bed and not just with his massive, long, thick, Italian sausage lol.

Age play is something he doesn’t exactly do very often, but when ever his companion looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes, and talks in a higher pitch, younger voice he almost can’t control himself

(age play does not mean he looks at little girls and boys and thinks- oh they’re hot!) (it is just purely when his partner acts younger or older than what they actually are) (I was honestly scared to put age play because some people think it is wrong. Which is okay because everyone is entitled to their own opinion- I just think the mother of the mansion would like age play)

Mozart: Quirofilia/ temperature play

His overwhelming attraction to hands is something that has never made sense to him (Quirofilia is the attraction to hands)

He believes it has something to do with his slight germaphobia (visually appealing objects tend to trick the mind into thinking the object is cleaner than what it probably is)

He likes clean nails, smooth palms, long, slender fingers for the visual part, but when the physical part comes in (aka touching) he goes crazy for when he gets gripped, palmed, and traced with his lover’s fingers and hands

Temperature play is also something he can’t get enough of

To see the physical reactions (goose bumps, marks, etc.) that are caused by the fluctuation of temperature sends him flying

Theo: food play/ puppy play (I mean come on, of course I had to say puppy play)

Syrup everywhere

Sebastian is always pissed at him on laundry day because syrup and other food stains are incredible hard to remove from clothing, bedsheets, and curtains (how?)

Theo is not one to hide his love for food so of course he is going to bring his one of his most favorite things into the bedroom 

He’ll use any food besides fish just because he can’t stand the smell

syrup, pancakes, and other sauces are his favorite

(Do I really need to go in detail for puppy play?)

Pet names, collars, walking on hands and knees- freaking doggy style- and whining makes him feel like the most powerful man in the world and he frequently practices this type of play

Vincent: wax play/ body painting

Now Vincent never thought of using candle wax during his midnight activities but once his partner introduced it to him, he couldn’t get enough

He loves to see the way it drips through the air onto his lover’s skin and his mind goes into a ecstasy filled frenzy when he feels the slight burning sensation on his skin

Body painting is also something he quite enjoys

Though he doesn’t use regular paint to paint their bodies. No honey, no. He specially makes his paint. 

Scented oils and skin-friendly pigment he makes himself (had to ask Leonardo his thoughts on how to make it and Arthur on what is safe to be put on skin which Arthur has never let him live down because who would have thought this sunshine boi would be partaking in sensual activities using paint)

He puts a lot of time and effort into making sure his lover is completely safe and gives consent to everything they do during their naughty time

[hatterstan-shameblog]

Could I perhaps persuade you into sharing something more from your wips 👀 cause I would like to see it.

They're always hilarious, such a fun read 💖

Okay alright okay alright you’re getting:

That’s an After-Breakfast-Problem: How Danma Takeru Accidentally Got a Cat

Warnings: drunkenness, drug mentions, a teensy bit of sexuality thrown in there, absolute tomfoolery

Rating: PG-13

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It’s half-past three in the morning when Takeru stumbles through his apartment door. He’s sober enough to remember to lock it behind him, but drunk enough to trip over his own two feet and faceplant onto the hardwood floor.

“Whyyyyyyy,” he whines, head aching from impact...and definitely not the extra B-52 shot the flirty bartender gave him on the way out.

Rolling over onto his back is a Herculean effort, and he makes sure to moan and groan the entire time—just in case anyone thought he was having an easy go of it. His boots (the extra cool ones, red with the buckles on the sides) are lazily kicked off, landing somewhere by the door with two loud, hollow thuds.

Takeru has slipped halfway into sleep when he realizes that it’s really, really hot in here. Like, ‘hair-sticking-to-his-forehead-and-shirt-plastered-to-his-back��� hot. Like, ‘Satan-called-and-he-wants-his-space-heater-back’ hot. Like, ‘that-scene-in-Pretty-Woman-with-the-piano’ hot.

Hot enough that Takeru tugs the leopard-print shirt over his head and tosses it across the room, not caring that it lands in a wrinkle-inducing lump on the kitchen floor.

“Still too fucking hot,” he says with a scowl, hands now working to shimmy his leather pants down his hips. Was leather in August a good idea? No. But did his ass look incredible the entire night? Yes, yes it did, and that’s what really matters.

Left only in his underwear and socks, Takeru has started to feel somewhat better. So much better, he is able to pick himself up off the floor and drag his legs to the kitchen sink to slam back a glass of water. And then another one. And he realizes that he’s probably going to wake up like three times to take a piss in the middle of the night, but that’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make to feel the cool caress of liquid at the back of his throat.

It’s on a whim that Takeru opens the kitchen window—barely more than a crack, just enough to let in a bit of summer breeze—before trudging his way to his bedroom. He doesn’t bother changing into his pajamas, he doesn’t bother brushing his teeth, he doesn’t even take the time to moisturize—he simply flops onto the bed and lets sleep take him, fuzzy-brained and covered in drying sweat.

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Takeru starts off the next morning the same way he always does: regretful. His phone reads 8:23, which means he slept nearly four-and-a-half hours—which for him, qualifies as a full night of sleep. Despite the water he gulped down the night before, he’s still managed to earn himself a bit of a hangover; and while it’s not unexpected per se, he’s not pleased about it, either.

Well, there are few things better for a hangover than a hot shower, and Takeru indulges in turning the water temperature to near-scalding. After shaving and brushing his teeth, he feels like he might actually be able to survive the morning—provided he have a cup (or four) of coffee to help him along the way.

And it’s when he’s a quarter of the way into his first mug of dark roast that he considers the clothes so pitifully strewn across the floor—unfortunately, left there by his own hand instead that of an eager lover—and sighs. The pants will be fine, but the shirt? That’ll need dry cleaned for sure. And there’s a weird-looking stain on the one sleeve...

And then it moves. The shirt, balled up and left previously inanimate, is wiggling. Takeru jumps, sloshing a splash of coffee onto his foot and wincing at the burn.

Haunted shirt, haunted shirt, haunted shirt, his mind screams as he stumbles backwards, until he’s pressed flat against the refrigerator. If he was less terrified, he’d commend the spirit on its impeccable taste in sartorial matters, but right now? Right now, though, he’s dialing Aguni’s number in a panic.

“Please tell me I did drugs last night,” Takeru begs the second he hears Aguni pick up, “I’ve gotta be tripping balls right now.”

“Good morning to you, too.”

“Mori-chan, this is serious! My shirt,” Takeru whispers, “is moving!”

“Are you wearing the shirt? Because if you’re moving, the shirt’s gonna move too.”

“No,” Takeru snaps, “it’s the shirt I left on the floor last night. Oh, fuck, it just did it again!”

“Did what?”

“It moved, Mori-chan, keep up!” Takeru runs a shaky hand through his hair, “Fuck, man, this is not good...”

“Do you need me to come over?”

In that moment, Takeru feels his eyes well up in tears—in one eye, those tears belong to fear, and in the other, they belong to sentiment. What a beautiful thing it is to be loved by friends!

“I don’t want to trouble you—“

“Yes you do. Troubling me is your favorite hobby. I’ll be there in twenty.”

Relief washes over Takeru—for a handful of seconds, until he notices that his shirt is now apparently breathing.

“Just...try not to do anything stupid until I get there, okay?”

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Aguni stands in front of Takeru’s door and sighs. The twenty minutes he had promised his friend over the phone had doubled—partly because the line at the donut shop had been particularly long, and partly because he had taken his time, dreading whatever mess he was going to find.

Balancing the paper bag of food in one arm and unlocking the door with the other, Aguni takes a deep breath and steels himself for the worst.

“I brought breakfast,” he calls out, kicking off his shoes, “got a croissant for the haunted shirt, in case it wants something.”

“Great news!” Takeru shouts, “Shirt’s not haunted, I’m not high, and I’m a dad now!”

Aguni’s head snaps up.

“Excuse me?”

And he sees Takeru, sitting with his elbows on the kitchen table, holding his head in his hands like a love-struck schoolgirl. In front of him is...well, it’s probably a cat, lapping milk from a saucer.

It’s important to note that this...thing looks like an absolute mess. A scraggly little lump of brown and black fur—matted and tangled and patchy and just generally sad-looking—with a missing eye and half a tail.

At least it’s not an actual child, Aguni thinks to himself, dropping the bag of donuts on the table and taking a seat opposite Takeru. The cat-like shape looks up at him and blinks.

“Mori-chan, this is Ziggy,” Takeru says, petting his index finger along the cat-thing’s head, “Ziggy, this is your Uncle Mori.”

“I’m gonna be real with you with you, Takeru,” Aguni says, reaching into the bag and pulling out a chocolate-iced ring, “I was sure you were hallucinating when we spoke on the phone.”

Ziggy purrs and rubs his nose along Takeru’s hand before dipping his head back down to the saucer and settling back into his meal.

“I know, right?” Takeru leans over the feasting little feline and grabs a jelly-filled pastry from the bag, careful not to get powdered sugar on his new friend, “But, apparently, this little guy snuck in through the window last night and thought my shirt would make the perfect bed. He blended right into the fabric, and that’s why I thought my shirt was haunted!”

Frankly, it’s embarrassing to witness Takeru turn his attention to Ziggy and start cooing about how “fashionable” and “brilliant” this weird little cat is. And it’s especially weird when he hears Takeru refer to himself as “daddy” in a non-sexual context, which...well, maybe that’s not necessarily a bad thing?

“Sounds like you’re keeping him,” Aguni says with a chuckle. They make quite a pair, but he’s beginning to think that Ziggy would be good for his eccentric best friend. Something to come home to at night, something to care for...something to cough up hairballs onto his shoes and keep him humble.

“How can you say that,” Takeru chides, “when Fate has clearly brought us together for a reason? He is my son, and nothing will come between me and my son!”

“Except a bath, hopefully,” Aguni says, “he’s looking a little...rough.”

In a worrying display of language comprehension, Ziggy looks Aguni in the eye and lets out a pathetic little yelp, which sounds like someone squeezed a dog toy that is also a four-pack-a-day smoker. Even Aguni can’t help but smile a little at that.

“That’s an ‘After-Breakfast-Takeru Problem,’” Takeru says, merrily munching on his pastry.

I imagine we’re going to have a lot of those, Aguni thinks to himself, but...well. That’s an ‘After-Breakfast-Aguni Problem.’

[mahizli]

Coming Back Down (Kix & Obi-Wan, 20 BBY)

Part 15 of ‘Sparks of Hope, A Star-Wars Advent-Calendar’

***

“The kriff, Master…”

General Skywalker’s annoyed words echoed from the medical fresher, topping the sound of water, and Kix sighed, eyes tracing the dirty trail of mud and blood leading to the shower.

It had been hard to distinguish any feature, let alone injury, under the layer of grime and blood and dirt covering General Kenobi’s face. The mission had gone completely sideways after barely a day on the planet – thanks to a rockslide where General Kenobi had once more felt obliged to save half the regiment by Force-pushing the men along with General Skywalker out of the avalanche. Getting knocked off the mountainside and half buried under rocks himself. And staying that way for about twelve hours, because of course it had been night, making them unable to see and search for him properly.

General Skywalker had been frantic. But to be honest, Kix preferred frantic to the hot, angry way he had acted ever since General Kenobi had returned from his mission as Rako Hardeen. Himself and the vode had felt between a rock and a hard place for weeks now, and seeing their General finally display something else than fury towards General Kenobi had felt reassuring in a sad, very odd way.

Of course, said General had been the one literally caught under rocks – he had been conscious though, if not truly lucid, once they had found him, lips moving silently, mouthing words Kix couldn’t understand at first. Kenobi’s hair was matted with blood but, though the Jedi had obviously been sick several times, the eyes staring up at Kix and Skywalker had been bright.

“My charms are overthrown”, Kenobi had been whispering, oblivious to Skywalker’s hand meeting his face. “What s-strength I have’s m-mine own…”

“Master, hang on, let me lift those rocks…”

Kenobi had just shuddered, letting out a quiet moan as Kix checked his pupils, muttering on: “Which is most faint; now t’is true, I m-must be here r-released b-by you…”

Kenobi had been trembling when Kix had finally been able to assess his body – field-scans were not the most precise, but the General must have managed to shield his body from the worst of the impact. He had a severe concussion, a broken collarbone and forearm, huge bruises on the chest and legs, hypothermia… and Force-exhaustion, according to General Skywalker.

General Kenobi tended towards downplaying his injuries, shielding himself behind sarcasm or joking. Even on Geonosis, he had always answered Kix questions clearly while hurt, his command on the Force enough to help him push through blood-loss and pain.

Here, however, General Kenobi had let Skywalker gather him in his arms like a child, mumbling incoherent words, without a sign of recognition. They had got him back to the ship as quickly as possible, and Kix had run a more thorough scan, fortunately confirming there was no inner injury.

He had allowed Skywalker to drag Kenobi to the showers, stabilizing him through the Force, and was determined to get the General clothed, lying down and monitored within minutes – but the quiet water sound and humming he was hearing did not look like anything but trouble.

“Master, stop splashing around!”

Kix entered the showers to find an exasperated and quite damp General Skywalker holding a very wet General Kenobi, who had been stripped down to his briefs and was sitting down on the ground, hair plastered on his head by the shower-spray, uninjured hand running quietly through the stream, pushing water towards the drain.

“Raindrops f-falling on my head”, General Kenobi was singing, sputtering slightly as water met his chin. “But t-that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be t-turning red… Crying’s not for me…”

Kenobi looked up at Kix and smiled, with an expression of childish glee so unlike him he winced. The water was brownish under him, the General sported various bruises and scratches, chest in an interesting hue of blue-green – but Kenobi simply smiled.

“’Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by c-complaining”, Kenobi sang, pitch and rhythm undisturbed by the water streaming on his body and face.

“He threw up twice, Kix. And he’s getting quite warm. He keeps singing and splashing like a kid!”

“General…”, Kix said, crouching before Kenobi, turning off the water and wrapping a towel around him. “General, can you hear me?”

The motion seemed to rouse Kenobi, who stopped singing and looked up at Kix, wincing slightly, grey eyes squinting in the light.

“Can you tell me your name?”

Kenobi’s hand moved, clutching the towel, wet head leaning against Skywalker’s shoulder in trusting, abandoning move that made Skywalker stiffen, then wrap an arm around Kenobi’s trembling shoulders.

“Obi… Obi-Wan K-Kenobi.”

“Very good. And can you tell me who you are?”, Kix asked, gently.

The General blinked, rubbing a bare foot against the wet tiles.

“I’m Master Jinn’s Padawan?”

The voice was thin, the question mark plain at the end. The General was getting pale and blinking, too, cheek leaning against Skywalker’s arm.

“Come on, Master…”, Skywalker urged him, keeping his arm still and placing a hand on Kenobi’s bouncing knee. “Shh… It’s alright. You can do this.

- I’m… ah… I’m… I have a… a Padawan.”

Kenobi was frowning now, face scrunched up with pain and paling even further.

“And a G-Grand- Padawan. Anakin a-and Ahsoka. I’m a… I’m a… w-what am I, I’m a… I’m not sure… I’m… tired.”

Kix met Skywalker’s eyes and found his worry mirrored there, because General Kenobi never ever complained and never got confused. The hot skin and the relentless throwing up could be explained by the concussion, and yet…

“Let’s get him into a proper cot”, Kix ordered, and together with Skywalker, they helped General Kenobi up, into clean medical scrubs and lying down.

All along, the General stayed pliant and blinking, not even wincing when Kit placed an infusion line on the back of his hand.

“Do you know who I am, sir?”, Kix asked him, gently parting his wet hair to assess the head-wound he had quickly stapled on the field, and that looked clean enough to reassure him.

Kenobi’s face scrunched up once more, and after a few seconds of silence, Kix noticed a small drop of blood falling from his nose towards his lips.

“Shh, Master. No use of the Force for you. Not now… You can’t.”

Skywalker wiped the drop of blood away, with uncharacteristic gentleness, and Kenobi shuddered, eyes fluttering shut, features going lax as sleep claimed him, face tilting towards his former Padawan and friend.

It was then they noticed the two pin-shaped bruises on Kenobi’s neck.

“Stims…”, Skywalker sighed. “Of course. I couldn’t believe he was still conscious when we found him.”

“That one is older, though”, Kix observed, gently tilting Kenobi’s head to assess the skin better. “And there is another, on the other side.”

“You mean…”

Skywalker’s face turned dark as he frowned – and Kix felt his own chest tighten, because it all made sense, suddenly. General Kenobi’s alertness and quick reflexes, during the expedition, despite his previous lack of sleep and food – Kix knew, of course, but he was a medic and Kenobi a Jedi.

Nothing to be done.

“He took them before the mission?”

Skywalker looked slightly sick himself, now, and Kix sighed, taking Kenobi’s temperature and blood-pressure, inserting a saline bag on the infusion line.

“So it would seem”, he answered. “And I think he injected himself with another below that rock. Which, to be honest, was the right thing to do – but with all those stims it explains his confusion and the fever. He has to sleep it off and let his body get rid of them – since he cannot use the Force for a while.”

“Why would he do such a thing? Obi-Wan never uses stims when he can help it!”

Skywalker sounded upset and Kenobi made a soft sound in his sleep, a thin frown appearing between his eyes. Skywalker looked down, and ran his thumb across that worried line, watching it smoothen, shoulders dropping slowly.

“He’s not alright, is he? He’s…”

“No”, Kix said, very softly. “I think he is pushing himself. I think he tries to make up. For… you know.”

“That stupid, kriffing idiot”, Skywalker said, but there was no anger in his voice, just sadness. “I never asked that of him. Quite the contrary, Kix. I wish… I wish he could draw limits. But he can’t.”

The dark frown was back, and Kix sighed, placing General Kenobi’s hand back on the covers.

“Then perhaps we should help him. As we did, before…”

Skywalker let out a breath, and then he placed a hand in Kenobi’s hair, combing through the auburn strands until they fell back properly on his forehead once more.

“Perhaps, Kix.”

He watched his former Master sleep, for a while, emotions battling on his face, and then the frown vanished, some lightness returning on his young features, and Skywalker looked up, a small smirk around his lips.

“He has a fine singing voice, though…”

And, because of that smile, Kix let Skywalker sit next to his Master, fiddling with a small radio device. And when Kenobi woke up, after a few hours, still exhausted and confused, but less feverish, Kix pretended he did not hear Skywalker ask him if he knew the song playing.

“It’s a nice one, quite a success on Coruscant, listen to this: I’ve been hyp-no-tized, by the lights! Come on, Master, sing along, I know you can… But I’m coming home…”

Skywalker’s voice was slightly off-pitch, but warm and strong. It made Kenobi smile softly and turn his face towards him.

“I’m coming back down tonight”, he whispered, grey eyes searching for Skywalker’s, who never stopped looking at him, and let out a slight laugh.

“You’d better, Master. You’re high as a kitten.”

Kenobi just blinked. There was more colour to his cheeks, a gleam in his eyes that was not there before, and that had nothing to do with stims. And Kix knew that, somehow, he would be alright, now.

He left them to their song and quiet vigil, closing the door behind him.

They would be alright.

[nyanberri]

I've finally finished the first set! It's the same kids again tho, lol. But next time will be never before seen characters! So I wanted to get everyone drawn in the Omniverse style so I could visualize it all properly and it also made for a good opportunity to tweak designs as needed. They're all heavily referenced from official art so I could get it perfect and it made for great practice too! Of course I added some personal touches to the art style too cuz if I didn't it would have bothered me too much, lol.

Anyway, below the cut are finally proper profiles for all the kids and some additional info as well!

M'kay, so before we get started on the kids' bios, it's important to specify this is an alternate universe. And I don't mean it's an AU of the Prime Dimension. This is quite literally another universe within the omniverse. It's a mostly untouched one that even Paradox, Eon, and Maltruant have never been to and therefore a lot of things are different while a lot of things are still the same tho. It's unofficially called the Feniverse cuz Fen is the main character, but it does have a more official name. I'm just, uh… not aware of what that name is yet, lol!

Anyway, the Ben in this dimension branches off from the development of Prime Ben. Anybody remember the fact that the very first Ben 10K episode said Ben became the way he did in the future cuz he killed Vilgax by ripping him to pieces? Yep! That's what this Ben did too! But obviously he doesn't end up exactly like that Ben 10K. But so this dimension's Ben is therefore officially labelled Slayer Ben since some people refer to him as 'The Vilgax Slayer'. And that experience did definitely screw him up pretty bad, which is why he's so different from both Prime and 10K.

So from left to right:

Name: Fenrick Fih Rook-Tennyson

Age: 13

Height: 5'1

Voice: Todd Haberkorn

Bio: Fen is Ben and Rook's son. He has always been known for being quiet, surprisingly wise for his age, and quite the troublemaker. In actuality, only two of these things are true. Fen is more calm than he seems and as a young child he wasn't much of a talker, giving people the perception that he's quiet. Unfortunately, Fen also has many great ideas that end up badly. However, his ideas always come from the desire to help someone or solve a problem, but he always gets caught when his plans fall apart, making it look like he causes trouble. Some people even accuse him of trouble he didn't start, not helping his reputation. And as the son of Ben 10 of all people, he tends to be held to higher expectations. His wisdom never ceases to amaze people either. Even Ben and Rook get surprised at the wisdom he recites, wondering where exactly he learned it all. Due to that, he tends to put up a fight whenever himself or someone else gets wronged. He especially defends his friends and fellow alien kids in town. Although his only true friends seem to consist of his childhood friend, Millie, and his cousin, Sven.

At the age of 13, Fen discovered his ability to transform into a couple dozen of Ben's aliens. He quickly aspired to become a hero like his parents, much to Ben's disapproval, who worries about his safety. Despite that, Fen wants to form a hero trio with Sven and Millie and become the next generation of heroes in the galaxy.

Developer's Notes:

Fen's almost always been the same since I first created him, with just a few design and character tweaks done to him. He used to have a talent for jewelry making but that was switched out for him being wise for his age. He was also a bit more generic as far as the upbeat and reckless young male protagonist with famous parents archetype goes, but he's been adjusted enough that he now stands out from that archetype. Or, at least I hope, lol. Also, funny thing to note, Fenrick is not a real name! The closest name there is is Fenwick and iirc, that's a last name! I considered changing it to Fenwick or even Fenick but Fenrick is too special to me. His, uh, unfortunate name even has an impact in-universe with him being embarrassed by it and some using it to make fun of him. Also in-universe, I chalk it up to Ben having a dumb moment by misremembering the name Fenwick and Rook not knowing any better to catch Ben's mistake. Also, if you think his hair style is stupid, good. That's the point. He wanted it like that when he was seven and Ben and Rook were like 'sure' and it's been like that ever since.

Name: Millicent

Age: 13

Height: 5'0

Voice: Jennifer Paz

Bio: Millie is Ester's daughter. Her biological father is a human who decided he didn't want to be a father and Antonio soon stepped up to fill the father role when he and Ester got married. She has been friends with Fen and Sven since they were all babies. Millie is the level-headed one of the group and has been noted as being oddly emotionless. Her tone of voice is almost always flat and she usually keeps a straight face when not looking nervous. She never intends to be rude, but she will bluntly say whatever comes to her mind to her peers. At the same time, she can be nervous about making bold decisions and hates being a part of any decision making. She either refuses to do anything, or apologizes profusely for making a decision even when nothing bad happens.

Due to being more human than Kraaho, Millie is perfectly capable of handling the temperatures of Bellwood. However, she is still a bit sensitive to cold temperatures and needs to bundle up more than others during the winter. She sadly cannot handle the heat in the Hot Spot for very long either. Much to Millie's dismay, she was not born with the Kraaho's stretching ability. No one can figure out why, but it's simply something she can't do. As a result, she considers herself a normal human and has resigned herself to the fact that 'normal' is simply all she will ever be. Despite this, she has taken up quite a big secret that contradicts her decision and expresses who she wishes she really was.

Developer's Notes:

Millie only ever had one design change with her outfit and slight adjustment to the way her hair works and she's been the same ever since. Since the beginning she was always calm and stoic and I've always worried that she doesn't have much of a presence or purpose, but now I feel like she plays off Fen and Sven well enough that she stands out thanks to them. I've always flipped back and forth between Fen and/or Millie having a crush on each other, but I've finally settled on them both just seeing each other as near and dear loyal friends. It ultimately works out better that way and doesn't cause conflict with Millie's personal story or Fen's real love interest(and the one other character with feelings for him). Her name also used to be Mina, but since I've now taken that as one of my own names, it felt really awkward to keep her as that. I used to have a habit of naming characters with names I wanted before realizing I could change my name in the future, lol.

Name: Sven Elijah Levin

Age: 12

Height: 4'8

Voice: Wally Wingert

Bio: Sven is Gwendolyn and Kevin's son and Jenny's older brother. Sven is a rather unfortunate boy. He is constantly terrified of everything to the point of running millions of 'bad ends' through his head. He can barely talk most of the time without being a stuttering mess and always thinks he's going to be in trouble for anything and everything he does. Everyone is certain he either has severe anxiety or paranoia, or likely both. Perhaps even more. Who knows. Sven tends to cling to his cousin, Fen, who he looks to for guidance and advice, most of which isn't anything Sven should actually be following. Because he is a grade below Fen and Millie, he's often left alone to deal with problems in his own classes, or really just panic about them. He does, however, have a close relationship with Zed and likes to be the one to take her out on walks in the afternoon. And not many people know it, but he's actually a pretty decent artist.

Even though he is an Osmosian thanks to being Kevin's son, no one knows what ability he may have. It doesn't really matter though, since he wants to stay out of any potential trouble that having powers could bring him. Regardless of that, he has an interest in magic thanks to Gwendolyn's expertise in it. He even sneaks peeks at her spellbook and the strange bag she keeps in her office that he can hear a voice coming from at night.

Developer's Notes:

Now Sven is a character whose personality has always been pretty much the same while his design was never consistent until reaching his current one. He was originally very anime looking and in a gaudy orange outfit that I regret even thinking about, lol. He looks much better in neutral colors. I guess there's not much to say on him though, which makes me worry he's a tad unremarkable, but perhaps it's just since I'm leaving out the things about him that are better left discovering on your own… if I ever get to finishing that fic that is… ahaha.

Name: Saki Boulais

Age: 13

Height: 4'11

Voice: Stephanie Sheh

Bio: Julie and Hervé's daughter, one of the more popular girls in school, and the most deceptive in town. Saki has gone her whole life, since the first time she told a successful lie, tricking people into thinking she's a completely innocent little girl who's never done anything wrong. This allows her to get away with anything she wants, and she especially enjoys getting Fen in trouble when they butt heads with each other. The two have even been enemies since they first met at age three and Saki pulled Fen's tail, he pulled her hair in return, and she managed to get away with claiming he started it. Their feud has even turned into murderous intent, which Saki refuses to hide.

On a lighter note, Saki always has the company of her two best friends, Rachel and Diane, who will gladly join her in her tormenting of others. Saki even greatly admires the most popular girl in school, Fiona, and whoever the mysterious new hero girl, Miracle-M, is.

Developer's Notes:

Yes, Saki was always meant to be That Bitch in the cast. I feel like it's unrealistic to have all next gen kids be friends and get along with each other. It's perfectly believable to have some of them dislike, and in Saki and Fen's case, even hate each other. It makes it more interesting with them being Ben and Julie's kids respectively too. Adds good drama, lol. But anyway, really the only thing that's changed about Saki is her hairstyle and some other slight design tweaks like her necklace, shorts, and shoes. I also just recently changed her colors from purple and blue-ish purple to just blue so that isn't not all three girls here wearing purple. She also looks better in blue and it contrasts nicely with Julie's pink imo. I suppose I do worry about her being disliked since she's so antagonistic and with her being Julie's daughter, I really hope her character doesn't send the wrong message since I genuinely love Julie a lot. It really is just For The Drama Of It All. I think it's really fun to watch her go into full 'Murder Fen' mode too. Very fun to write, lol. Oh right, also Boulais is my headcanon last name for Herve. I just wanted her to have his last name but he doesn’t have one! So I had to pick one for myself.

Name: Jennifer Elizabeth Levin

Age: 10

Height: 4'6

Voice: Brina Palencia

Bio: Jenny is Gwendolyn and Kevin's daughter and Sven's younger sister. She is surprisingly serious and stoic for her age. She gets annoyed by her family's constant 'abnormal' status and wishes everyone could just act normal with no weird events happening. She throws herself into school work as a means to keep herself out of it and tries to keep her personal life at school with friends far away from her life involving family. She seems to have a quick temper, but really she just acts that way to get what she wants since she knows it works and in the hopes that she can use it as an opportunity to vent her frustrations. She hates getting involved in her brother and cousin Fen's antics, but sometimes her no nonsense attitude is needed to resolve a situation. She has a strange obsession with eating bread, finding it the perfect food and almost always exclusively eating something with bread involved. Gwendolyn definitely worries about her diet, but Kevin finds it harmless.

She may not have the spark like her mother, but she doesn't dare confess that her status as an Osmosian became very apparent just recently. As a result, she has a stash of broken objects stuffed under her bed and cracked floorboards that she covers with her rug.

Developer's Notes:

Jenny went through a decent redesign. Character wise I feel like I still don't have some things etched in stone for her as I still haven't gotten to the point in my writing where she does anything of interest. She could honestly probably end up pretty different from her bio here if I'm not careful, lol. The characters write themselves as they say after all! But I definitely prefer the newer Jenny compared to the previous way I envisioned her character, which was designed to fit a character type I actually hate just cuz I felt it worked for her. Thankfully I can avoid it tho with the big overhaul I did after returning to these characters. And I do like Jenny cuz I like writing her dialogue, but it still feels like her character is still that of a person I would not wanna be around, lol.

Name: Bevel Tennyson

Age: 20

Height: 5'9

Voice: Dee Bradley Baker/Yuri Lowenthal

Bio: Bevel is the youngest of the Big Chill offspring born twenty years ago. They were in an accident involving a passing spaceship on their way to Kylmyys that damaged their right wing to the point they could no longer fly. It's suspected the wing has severe nerve damage, making Bevel unable to unfold it as well. Their siblings helped them make it the rest of the way to Kylmyys, but over the years, the dangers of Kylmyys left the siblings with only Bevel and the eldest two, Emboss and Curve, remaining. As they got older, Bevel could never forget their only memory of their parent, who the others didn't remember. A desire to reunite with their parent caused Bevel to make the lone decision to explore the universe in search of their parent.

Bevel is a very cheerful and sweet person, but their secluded upbringing and lack of knowledge about Earth makes them very naive. They will believe anything they are told and have a very black and white moral view due to not understanding nuance. They have strange habits that appear unnatural in their attempt to act human and have an intense craving for Earth candy. They have also taken up being a mercenary to get by after leaving Kylmyys and once they join the Tennyson family, Rook suggests they use the skills they've picked up to become a Plumber, but that's an idea Ben isn't fully onboard with.

Developer's Notes:

Right off the bat I want to shout out that his old human design used to keep the Necrofriggian antennae. I still think it's a cute design even tho it wasn't canon compliant with the antennae. The only things that have changed about him too are just that, his hair style, and his shoes. Plus I stuck bunny ears on his hoodie recently as a shout out to those antennae he used to have. Otherwise he's always been the same. And I guess I haven't explained why he has a human form, but that's also an answer to discover later. I didn't draw his Necrofriggian form tho cuz we should all know what the UAF design looks like(and yes I am screwing with art style difference bullshit cuz OV Big Chill is not real and you cannot convince me otherwise). And I also just realized his pronouns aren't matching up in this section so I should add his official pronouns are he/they, but characters refer to him by he/him and narration uses they/them. He is still a Necrofriggian and therefore doesn't do the whole gender thing after all. Which is why he's fine with anyone viewing him as whatever they want to too. He just goes with it. That's also why he doesn't get what's weird about him calling Ben 'Mother' after he learned the word, lol.

[cryptid-writer]

Feral Child/Naga Izuku

From the day of his birth, he had been cast out by his family for something he had no control over. He had been born half human and half snake, the die he had been cast weren't in his favor but weren't out of his favor.

Inko had always been terrified of snakes, and with her heart condition, Hisashi knew that they wouldn't be able to keep their son. They never even named the child, not wanting to get attached, and left him in the woods. They would both turn out to be amazing parents, they weren't bad people by any means, Hisashi was just misguided in his attempts to keep his wife's heart from giving out.

The couple would have a second child a year later, forgetting all about the kin they left in the woods. This child had been wanted, had been blessed with a name, it was a boy. The moment the "Hokaido" tumbled from the mouths of the parents, the second child's dice were rerolled in their favor.

The moment the first child had been left in that forest his instincts awoke. A pack of stray dogs came across him pathetically trying to slither across the leaf mulch, one of the dogs immediately taking to him. He was raised by them until he could hunt on his own, in which he parted ways with them.

From ages one day old to five years old he lived in the forest, he would never know his true kin. Not that he gave them any thought, blood was nothing more than the leaves to him. He was found at age five when a family discovered him hibernating in a cellar next to the boiler. They decided to grace the unnamed child with open arms.

The family that found him was made of two parents with a son. The kanji that was supposed to read Deku had been read by the parents as Izuku, who decided to not curse the half snake half human child with a name that would forever haunt him. It was the son who chose the name, for Izuku had been in hibernation and thus "useless".

Izuku found himself in unfamiliar surroundings when he woke back up, a boy about his age sharing the comfort of his vibrant green coils with him. Despite his panic and fear, the warmth of his companion was intoxicating to the cold blooded boy.

The first thing Mitsuki taught Izuku was "Welcome Home, Izuku." He picked up reading and writing fairly quickly, but was homeschooled by Mitsuki because of his fear of people.

It's only by the chance that Mitsuki knew about Inko having a miscarriage, she had marked the date, and she found it strange that instead of giving her body a rest Inko decided to conceive almost immediately after.

Izuku looked suspiciously like Hisashi and Inko, and that's when she connected the dots. Mitsuki decided the moment she saw him that he was her son, so she never told them about Izuku or let them ever have the chance of coming into contact with him.

Mitsuki tells Izuku about how his birth parents abandoned him and had a replacement child a year younger than him. Izuku takes the time to tell her that they might've brought him into this world, but his real family is the one that took him in and cared for him.

Even though Izuku was born July 15th, he and Katsuki celebrate their birthdays on April 20th. Izuku and Katsuki are practically inseparable, especially when Izuku was enrolled into middle school with Katsuki.

When Izuku wasn't in lessons with Mitsuki, he would save up bags of bottle caps before selling them. He would also do yard work for the neighbors, or help keep any unwanted vermin out of their houses.

With his money he buys several reptiles, mostly lizards and snakes. They go with him to UA.

Even at UA Izuku and Katsuki still sleep together, as Izuku can't make his own heat, he depends on Katsuki or heating blankets to stay warm. He prefers the comfort of having a companion, but he'll take both.

Izuku refuses to go anywhere near Todoroki, because of his quirk and his body temp. When he fought Todoroki in the sports festival he nearly died from freezing to death. His brother was the one to wrestle through the stands and avoid the teachers to blast through the ice and get Izuku.

Katsuki is stopped by Midnight, who holds him back. She tells him that he can't interfere with the fight when he explains that the cold will kill Izuku because he doesn't produce his own body heat.

It's then that Todoroki realizes that he might kill a classmate because of his power, but he can also save them, so Todoroki uses his flames to melt the ice and bring Izuku back from the brink of death. It's only then that he drags Izuku out of bounds.

It's then that Izuku is transported to the hospital for treatment of his wounds and frostbite/frost burns. Both Bakugou boys, and Iida, drop out of the festival. Iida decides to ride to the hospital in the ambulance with his classmates, telling his mom that it'll be faster if she doesn't grab him from the school.

Hokaido, Hisashi, and Inko end up watching the UA sports festival. Inko had been put on medications and had sessions with therapists and psychologists to help her with her fear, so when they see Izuku on the TV they all pause. Hokaido had been told that he had an older brother who they had to get rid of because he was part snake.

They immediately turned off the TV after hearing that he was a Bakugou, and they called Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou. They hadn't known that Izuku was being transported to the hospital, and with Mitsuki being worried out of her mind, she became livid when they called asking about Izuku.

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Izuku was so cold, the ice he had been encased in dropped his body temperature. Hypothermia set in almost immediately, his body going into shock as his heart pumped the ice cold blood through his veins. All this succeeded in doing was making his heart slow down rapidly.

He lost consciousness almost immediately as his heart began to beat slower and slower. His blood froze in his veins, causing painful frostbite all over his body. Where he was in direct contact with the ice he developed frost burns.

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"My ice is so cold that only my fire can melt it." Todoroki had stated matter of factly to his classmates after the "battle" he had with Ojirou and Hagakure. Izuku hadn't been present for that, he and Katsuki had been pitted against each other and Izuku ended up in the infirmary after he lost consciousness. Katsuki went with his brother to make sure he was okay.

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Meanwhile, Katsuki was nearly sobbing as he fought against Midnight, trying to get to his brother. The buttercup yellow backpack that Izuku always kept emergency heat packs in was on his back.

"Katsuki, you can't get involved in other people's fights." Midnight chided him, not understanding the situation.

"SHUT UP! IZUKU IS COLD BLOODED, THE ICE WILL KILL HIM. WE HAVE TO WARM HIM UP, I NEED TO GET TO HIM! LET ME GO, TODOROKI IS GOING TO KILL MY BROTHER IF I DON'T DO ANYTHING!" Katsuki yelled, tears beginning to run down his face. Midnight froze just long enough for Katsuki to dash forward.

He didn't notice the rest of the world as he used his explosions to propel himself towards the ball of ice encasing his brother. It didn't take much for him to break through the thick wall of ice and get to Izuku.

The sight of his brother nearly made him shatter, he fell to his knees and scooped his brother into his arms. It takes a lot of effort but he manages to get Izuku out of the ice dome of death.

The words that Katsuki yelled impacted Todoroki immensely. Never had it occurred to him that his ice could kill, he had only ever seen his fire as a means to end.

When he saw Katsuki pulling Izuku out of the dome, his entire world had come crashing down on him. If Izuku were to die because of his ice, then he'd be worse than his father ever was. Izuku was injured because of his power, not his mother's, and only his power, not his father's, could save the reptilian boy.

Todoroki rushed forward and pulled Katsuki to an open area directly in the sun. "Put him down here." He directed, not giving Katsuki an option.

As soon as Izuku was laid down on the concrete, Todoroki used his fire with care to help warm up Izuku. Katsuki tore the backpack open as he rapidly cracked the disk in the hot packs and laid them on his brother.

As his blood became warmer, Izuku's heart began to beat stronger. His blood dethawed quickly and color returned to his skin as warmth was pumped through his body, his eyes fluttered weakly as he regained consciousness.

Izuku was whisked away on a stretcher afterwards. Katsuki thanked Todoroki before he went with his brother, the school called Mitsuki to tell her that Izuku would be transferred to the E.R. or I.C.U. immediately for his injuries.

Recovery Girl couldn't do anything, Izuku was barely stable and all of his stamina was being used towards keeping himself alive. Then Iida came bursting into the room, he was on the phone with his mom.

"Mom, it'll be faster if you go directly to see Tensei. One of my classmates is heading to the hospital now for treatment on his injuries so I'll ride in the ambulance with him and his brother. Just go see Tensei with dad." He spoke into the phone, Izuku stirred at the sound of the new voice. His eyelids blinked as he tried to focus on where the voice was coming from.

"Kat… who's that? It's hard to see." Izuku croaked out, his eyes struggling to focus as his eyelids fluttered. His eyes luckily weren't damaged in any way, but the sedative he was put under to help with the pain made him feel fuzzy, and he was finding it hard to be aware of what was around him.

"That's Iida, he's gonna ride with us to the hospital." Katsuki explained, his usual angry and arrogant attitude gone. Izuku nodded in response as he began to zone out.

The trio of boys each zoned out for a while, their bodies and brains on autopilot. It wasn't until they arrived at the hospital that Iida was shaken from his daze. Iida split ways with the Bakugou siblings, his mother was waiting for him in the lobby.

Katsuki went in after Izuku, where he found his parents waiting in the lobby. He went and sat with them and as soon as he sat down he began to explain what happened.

"Our classmate, Todoroki, was pitted against Izuku. The moment the match started, Izuku was encased in a ball of ice. He didn't know that Izuku was cold blooded because most people assume that he's warm blooded just because he's human.

The teachers tried to stop me from getting to him, saying that it would interrupt the match even though it says in his file that exposure to cold without proper equipment will be fatal.

Finally I got to him just barely in time after the teacher that was holding me froze. I was able to blast through the ice and get him out.

He was so cold when I got to him, his skin was blue and he was literally freezing to death, he had burns from where his skin was directly in contact with the ice. I got him out into the sun where Todoroki helped me warm him back up.

Recovery Girl said that he had severe frostbite and that his heart nearly stopped because of the cold. She couldn't use her quirk on him because all of his stamina was going towards keeping himself alive."

Katsuki sat in silence after he was finished explaining, the family was still in shock. Hours went by before they were able to go see Izuku in the I.C.U.

Izuku ended up in the same room as the Iida family, Katsuki and Tenya only figured this out because they recognized each other's voices. They ended up pulling the diving curtain back so that they could all interact.

Then Mitsuki's phone rang. She picked it up and put it on speaker when she recognized the phone number.

"Hello, this is Mitsuki Bakugou." She spoke politely into the phone.

"Mitsuki, this is Hisashi! Inko, Hokaido, and I would love to meet Izuku so that we can catch up as a family and bring our son back home. Inko is on new medication and taking therapy sessions to deal with her fear." The response came, the voice clearly belonged to a male. Mitsuki became livid after she heard his words.

"Izuku is MY son, he stopped being yours when you left him to die in the woods! I've told him all about the Midoriya family, how you and your wife decided to execute him and have a replacement child just because you couldn't handle the idea of alternatives.

To him he's been abandoned because his blood wasn't thick enough. He became mine the day that I named a five year old who never had the chance to know what his birth parents were like.

I know you Hisashi, you never named the boy. The only proof you have is his DNA, but there's no paper trail saying he's yours. You know what it does say? He's mine, legally." Mitsuki snapped at Hisashi as she practically growled. Katsuki and the Iida boys fell silent as they awkwardly waited for his mother to stop yelling.

"Alright, alright. I get the idea, but we'd still like to get more in touch with you." Hisashi responded. The entire room could practically hear his sweat drop through the phone.

"No, I don't even have to think about it. What do you not get about the fact that he is in the hospital. Next time message me first before I shove my foot up your ass for calling when I made it very clear that you are not to have contact with him." Mitsuki stated, before hanging up and turning her phone off. Izuku stirred as the drugs wore off.

Izuku moved his arm, feeling the I.V. pull on his skin, "Ma… there's a weird snake stuck to me, I don't think it's mine." He mumbles.

The moment those words left the drugged naga's mouth, Tenya had a gay crisis. Never did he think that Izuku being drugged up after surgery and barely lucid would make him want to marry the man on the spot.

"Well yeah dumbass, it's an I.V. tube not a snake." Mitsuki responded to Izuku, getting a very astounded look from her son.

"Hey ma… how did I wind up with an I.V. tube in my arm? I… I don't remember anything about today. Besides being really really cold, like I was stuck in a freezer, but worse. I think… I think my heart almost stopped beating, like I was being frozen from the inside by my own blood." Izuku mumbled, looking for reassurance. Nobody said anything and he paled considerably, he pulled as much of himself into a tight bundle as he could without ripping the IV from his arm.

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Shinsou and Izuku became friends the moment they both realized the other had been rejected by society for something they couldn't control. It was the second they were matched up against each other that they became good friends.

Izuku is good friends with Iida and Shoji, as they're willing to let him absorb their body heat while he's in scarf mode, and he's helpful for carrying things. His enhanced scenting ability comes in handy during combat when pursuing a target.

Izuku prefers to be a scarf for Iida though, the two keep having gay crisis' every time they see each other, so it's natural that Izuku likes to be a scarf for his crush more.

Tensei was never injured by Stain, the Stain incident doesn't happen until Hokaido gets into UA and goes after the hero killer himself with some friends.

(stay tuned, more to come)