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*trying to say i like a fictional character* yeah he activates my predator animal drive

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Hey everyone, I know it's going to be a busy day for a lot of people, but Google enrolled everyone over 18 into their AI program automatically.

If you have a google account, first go to gemini.google.com/extensions and turn everything off.

Then you need to go to myactivity.google.com/product/gemini and turn off all Gemini activity tracking. You do have to do them in that order to make sure it works.

Honestly, I'm not sure how long this will last, but this should keep Gemini off your projects for a bit.

I saw this over on bluesky and figured it would be good to spread on here. It only takes a few minutes to do.

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Happy valentines day Tomura nation!!

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"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????

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Chapter 85: Nothing But Fools

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forehead press during missionary tn?? cupping your face in my hands and ragged breathing and pressing our foreheads together for a moment during a pause in missionary and you’re still inside me and everything in the world feels so so far away except for you tonight?????????

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Chapter 22: That's the Idea, Ochaco

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You ever think about how Tomura recognized Bakugo's helpless rage and desperation to prove himself to his mentor, because Tomura has lived with that his whole life?

Chapter 85: Nothing But Fools

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League of Villains - Collection of Season 7 anime visuals and promo artwork that the staff posted

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Drabble-A-Thon 3 Prompt 4

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: From @azzydoesntexist Wolf/Bunny with somnophilia

Contents: Fantasy AU, Wolf!Tomura, Bunny!Dabi, Established Relationship, ABO, Heat/Mating Cycles, Consensual Somnophilia, Anal Sex, Implied Cannibalism

Tomura is glad that he is the only one who has to hunt when the winter months grow cold. He can brave the snow and ice to make sure his stomach is full for days and drag back the bodies to press into snow drifts outside of their home so he can stay in the warmth of their den, of their burrow, so he has something to eat for a while longer. The more time that he can spend curled up in their nest with his mate, the happier he will be. He slips into the den and finds that Dabi has left a pot of water simmering over the low flames of the clay oven that they'd made. It took two years for them to have the materials to do so, needing something that could carve through the stone ceiling to make a chimney since they wanted it far enough away from  the mouth of the cave that no other creature might risk coming close enough to find the warmth or strips of meat that they dry so it's only at the tail end of winter that Tomura is forced to hunt for his food again. He cuts the hot and frigid water together until he has something warm enough to take the blood from his skin without burning before he makes his way deeper into their den. 

It's midday, Tomura having traveled through sunrise so he could get home today instead of waiting for the night, and he is not surprised to find his mate curled up in a small ball in their nest. The soft grasses that he used to use as a bed have been replaced. They traded for cloth and tanned hides with other creatures until they could make a soft pad stuffed with the grasses, blankets of fur and linen on top of it, making something much warmer, more cozy, and soaked in their scents from every night that they spend tangled together. Dabi is sound asleep as he enters, his ears not even twitching because his beautiful bunny doesn't register his presence as a threat at all. Tomura's nose prickles and he tries not to let out a growl as he moves across the floor to join his mate in their bed. 

Dabi lived in a village once. A place where creatures played at a civility that would fall apart the moment famine brought the predators among them to hunger. And that meant that Dabi was a rare breed. A wolf-rabbit hybrid. Soft and small like his mother's species, but he has the sharper teeth and claws of a wolf. And a secondary sex. Tomura had gone out so that he would be home before his heat hit, but he can smell from the starting tang of sweetness on his little one's skin that he arrived home just in time. He's glad that his mate won't have to wake with that need burning his skin without him for relief. 

Tomura nuzzles at Dabi's ears, licking along the velvet fur, nosing against his cheek, and moving to press a kiss against the mating bite scarred on his neck. his hands slip under the blanket and he tries not to laugh as Dabi whines in his sleep about his cold fingers, squirming a bit away from the touches until he brings them lower. His nipples pebble beautifully under his fingers, bringing with them a soft moan from his lover as the scent of his slick starts to go thicker in the air and stoke Tomura's own arousal. He could wake his pretty mate, but he doesn't need to. He knows how happy it will make him to not wake with his need screaming across his veins. 

So he moves his hands along his skin. When Dabi first came here, all of his skin, even the discolored parts, were as soft as dandelion fluff. Now his hands are calloused from the many crafts he takes to during the warmer months of the year to keep the life they've made for themselves as fruitful as it can be, so that when his need overtakes him so completely, he never has to fear going hungry or Tomura having to leave him vulnerable when he needs to hunt. Everywhere else, he's still softer than any creature has any right to be, though Tomura wonders if he just thinks that because his hands weren't made to ever do anything beyond rip and tear. He presses kisses to that soft skin, moving his hand down over his love's stomach. He is so small, so soft, but his stomach isn't concave here the way that so many creatures belly's become during the winter. Not when his little one is so clever and hard-working that he always makes sure that he has enough for the lean seasons. 

He reaches lower and finds his baby's prick is hard and leaking already, his body shuddering beneath his as he lets out a soft moan and pushes his hips into his palm, humping himself against his skin. Tomura has to press his forehead to the back of Dabi's neck so he can take a breath lest he lose his control completely at just how ready Dabi's body is for him. If he were awake, he would keep touching him here, he would give every inch of his skin kisses until he was trembling and begging for more, but when his sweet bunny is sleeping, his body works itself up much faster. His slick is creating a puddle against their skin and he knows that Dabi will be much happier to wake up with his knot swollen inside of him. 

Tomura is gentle as he spreads his mate open, the smell of his sweetness making his arousal ache and his mouth water. They will have a whole week of their need being so high, he reminds himself. He will be able to knot him, devour him, love him, as many times as either of them can stand. This first one, as he starts to press his cock inside of his lover's sleep-loose muscles, can be lazy. And when his bunny wakes, each one after can be perfect as his slick insides tighten around Tomura's cock and beg him for a knot. 

He presses his face against Dabi's ears again as he starts to move his hips in gentle, rolling thrusts. The sound that Dabi makes, the soft, fluttery moan as his body knows the feeling of him and relaxes further into their nest, is all he needs to tell him that he's home. 

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Savage brat ❤️

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He’s so beautiful. Argue with the wall

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Who would Shiggy main in League?

That's an EXCELLENT question, I've actually thought about this before a bit 👀🤓!! I'll answer the question more from a lore/character perspective than with consideration for playability or role, because I'm shit at LoL lmao

So right off the bat, I'd safely take out any of the super muscular/attractive men, and cute/sexy anime girls. That's way too vanilla and conventional for his taste, especially if they're some kind of hero in their lore. Tomura likes things that leave an impact, go against the norm, and impose fear just from their appearance. We're definitely looking at a non-human, eldritch-looking type of main.

With that said, here are my top three picks in order:

1- Fiddlesticks 🥇

I can't express how much of a Tomura aesthetic Fiddlesticks is. This creature, this pure concept of horror that lurks around the edges of society to remind it it can never be at peace, that it will always fear him, for he is fear itself........ yeah. Yeah.

Also, Tomura's weapon of choice in the no-quirk official AUs has been recurringly established as the scythe, so it's incredibly fitting. 11/10!

2- Warwick (LoL canon)🥈

Listen, Tomura is an edgy, dramatic lil' motherfucker, and Warwick fits the bill for his style perfectly. He would also relate heavily to the idea of being a monster created by the actions of one man, and from the conditions of a broken society that has always failed him. Just like Tomura pre-paranormal liberation front, Warwick feels constant anger towards everyone without really understanding its source, and is tormented by fragments of a past family he can't fully remember. I think playing Warwick would have something almost cathartic for him. 10/10.

Also......dog.

3- Hecarim 🥉

Following that same logic of him definitely playing some sort of harbinger of doom, Hecarim seems like the third most logical choice. He once again fits that undertaker/reaper aesthetic Tomura loves (which he emulates with his long black coat throughout different arcs), and he has a similar narrative as a lone spirit, cursed by mistakes of his past, brought back to end the world as it is known to men... The whole notion of rebirth as an unnatural combination of two different beings is also quite relevant in both cases.

But what do y'all think 👀?

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— “ what does it feel like to use your quirk? ”

— “ mine feels like an oven, like when you take a little too long to take the tray out so when you pull out there's a weird warmth radiating off your skin. ”

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What does it feel like using my quirk?

Well, Dabi, ever since ReDestro’s overzealous attack on us, my past has become a lot clearer, so I can tell you all about the feeling, both mentally and physically.

It used to feel like a nightmare when I used decay. My quirk made me feel like I was cursed — like everyone I loved, everyone I wanted to touch and hold slipped from my grasp and vanished in front of me.

I was disgusted with it, scared of it… the remnants of my loved ones raked the palms of my hands and everything I grabbed shrunk into nothingness and dust — it was weird, wrong, and all it did was fuel my disgust more.

Until,

A hate festered in me. And then came the taste for destruction — and now, every time I use my quirk, it’s like a weight off my shoulders; a wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I feel like I can breathe again.

In conclusion, the physical sensation of using my quirk isn’t too different from grabbing and squeezing some kind of fragile, sand-filled rock, but my perception of it has definitely changed.