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One more thing! I am happy to announce that the Welcome Home website will reopen on: April 11 !!

We are decorating this Home to the best of our ability and hope it will be fun to peruse once our spring cleaning is through! (Spring drawing, spring typing, spring website maintenance, etc!)

One more more thing!- We are also happy to announce... We are getting our very own array of merchandise! (Julie and Frank... Julie and Frank...) Designed by both Huck and Myself! It's been a labor of love we've been working on behind-the-scenes and I am so, so pleased with how they look thanks to those who are helping us- I hope you folks will really like what comes out too!

Welp! Until all of this is revealed in a month or so, I will be gone! So I will see you then! (Or Wally will, I should say- You know how it goes, haha) But have a good day! Remember to wave up high! Even if it's raining!

Chow down fiends

Got me fucked up if you think I'm writing my whole tag, but eat up on the quick (NO REFERENCE) doodle<3

Dark Link: Hylia, I regret everything I've done. I'm not bad-

Dark Link: *sees Twilight* Oh a Link-

Twilight: *side eye*

Dark Link: *evil laughter with clear intentions to ruin his day*

Twilight: HEY-

Zzzzt.

The screen buzzes to life just as a red splash screen reading "special report" in bold white letters flies across the screen. Two news reporters sit with solemn, yet professional, expressions as they wait for the infographics to load in.

"Thank you for tuning into Juko news for this special report," the female reporter starts as she shuffles her papers. "For this segment we'll turn to Daikaku Miyag."

He clears his throat, glances down at the teleprompter briefly, then faces the camera. "Thank you, Sano. Since December of last year, we've been keeping up with a string of disappearances from Chiba prefecture and the lack of hero or police assistance to bring them back to their families," he pauses. "For some of the families, it's almost been four months since they last saw their loved ones."

Sano nods, looking toward the camera as well. "Yes, it's disheartening to hear; over twenty people have gone missing and according to the Chiba police, there's nothing tangible to link their disappearances together."

"Indeed. One of our reporters was able to speak with the mother of one of the missing to get her thoughts on the matter," says Miyag, silently prompting the next section.

A video begins to play in the corner of the screen showing a middle aged woman with greying hair and a deep frown.

"My boy... he was just leaving for an interview and he had left his bento on the counter, so I called after him to stop him. The door had just shut behind him so I know he couldn't have gone far—he doesn't have one of those fancy speed quirks, we have a bubble quirk for [beep] sake... so I open the door expecting to see him but he was just... gone. He doesn't have a bike and my husband had the car. He just vanished. It was maybe a minute since I saw him and then I lost him."

"Unfortunately, this is similar to the other missing individuals' stories," comments Sano after the video fades from the corner. "No bodies have been found thus far and—"

Miyag and Sano share a worried look as they read something behind the camera. He clears his throat. "Apologies for the interruption, but we've just got word that two more individuals have gone missing in Chiba's neighboring prefecture: Musutafu. No word on the details on whether these cases are similar to the Vanished just yet, but JNN will remain vigilant. The Heroes—"

Click.

The screen shuts off and Morrigan sighs, standing from her ratty office chair and approaching a man seemingly bound to a chair by pure light. He was nothing much to look at—shaggy brown hair, black sclera, with tears and snot running down his acne pocked face. The only thing interesting about him was the fact that he was an avid collector of the Laundry Hero's merchandise and his quirk.

"Come now... there's no need for tears. You're a big boy," she coos, stepping a bit closer and making the man cry harder behind his gag. "Oh, was that your mum?" There was a beat of silence as she gauges his reaction. "It was? How sad."

With a gloved hand, Morrigan reaches out to grip the man's jaw tight enough to bruise and jerks his face to the side to meet her intense gaze. "If you don't cooperate like a good boy, I'll have her sent here with your new friends who just arrived. You don't want poor old mum in the same predicament as you, do you?" She makes him shake his head. "That's good. Now stop struggling, you're going to make me break a nail and I'll be very cross with you if that happens. Look ahead."

She makes him face forward, toward a large plastic sheet hung on the wall that's peppered with flecks of fresh and dried blood. Morrigan makes him wait... and wait... until he tries to make a noise, then she stabs her syringe into the side of his neck and pushes the plunger down slowly, watching as the purple liquid disappears. He struggles for a bit, but by the time the syringe was empty, he stops moving completely, leaving the room silent once more.

Morrigan tosses the syringe in the trashcan with the others and turns to signal the man behind the observation room window.

A speaker crackles above her. "Good, good, Morrigan. You could have done without the theatrics but—don't roll your eyes—you did well! Oh, ho, very well indeed!"

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Saw an ask for mr.compress from an OC I didn't recognize and was like "ooh? New person?"

And then

BAM

FAMILIAR ART STYLE

IT WAS YOURS AND I ONLY JUST REALIZED

LMAO YES I run the @just-getaway and @honeycomb-hachi blogs, my lovely oc babies 🫶🫶 feel free to interact with them whenever you want!

GASP

I MADE MORE FOOOOOD

I Will do the bloddy versions of this silly goofy lovers

My Hero Academia: Ambush Simulation AU

The remaining Vanguard members minutes before Final War.

Spinner: So what's the plan? We all put our hands together in the center for one last cliché or are we running out of the warp gate screaming like mad Vikings?

Dabi: I'll run out screaming.

Shimura: Hey, if you wanna blow out your vocal chords for the third time this month, far be it from us to stop you. By the way, if I don't make it back, I promised Eri my dog.

Toga: We're totally coming back alive.

Mr. Compress: Are we shouting a battle cry in our Old Norse impressions or are we incoherent? Classic 'Charge!' perhaps?

Shimura: I was thinking 'Fuck 'im up!' is brutally concise and gets the point across. I know it's a little crass, but we're vigilantes, not heroes. We have some liberties.

Spinner: Totally shoulda brought war paint.

Mr. Compress: *tipping his hat* It's been an honor, Vanguard.

Toga: For Mag and Jin!

Spinner: No funerals today, people. We want the hospital, then home.

Dabi: Survive if we can, take them with us if we can't. See you on the other side, morons.

Shimura: *visibly tearing up* I just wanna thank all of you for being the best and worst people I've ever met. Battle stations?

All: Battle stations!

...

Shouto: *hearing the shouting* They're having fun over there.

Deku: Well, I'm not surprised. These are the same people who were invited to crash a high school summer camp and then they did it because they thought it was hilarious.

...

I'm picturing the vibe of a rowdy wolfpack of pissed off vigilantes charging out of the warp gate.

And then Kirishima all:

Kurogiri doesn’t remember what it’s like to be human. He didn’t even really know that he was human, at any point in his life.

For this reason, caring for Tomura was often hard. Despite being hardwired as a protector and a guardian, he was much less naturally proficient at the delicate empathetic touch that parenting needed. He didn’t know the smallest of things. That was very obvious the first time Tomura fell ill under his care. While the boy himself didn’t seem super concerned despite his abject misery, Kurogiri panicked. He couldn’t possibly ask All For One for assistance—the man clearly wanted to leave the nuances of raising a child to Kurogiri, and bothering the Master would prove no good for anyone.

Thus, Kurogiri taught himself how to use the internet. He scoured every forum he could understand how to open, searching for just what Tomura could be afflicted with (the amount of results were extremely worrying, just how fickle were humans?) and how to treat it.

Eventually, he settled for simply gathering as many of the offered treatments as he could. Over the counter medicines, antibiotics, vitamins, a humidifier, what are these patches even for again?, heated blanket, but also plenty of ice packs, is there a difference between chicken stock and chicken broth?, vapo-rub, hydrating lotion and oils, so much honeyed tea that Tomura became repulsed by the scent of it, and more cough drops than any sane person should have in one building.

These things quickly became Kurogiri’s fallback for any illness. Tomura would sometimes hide his sickness, when it came about, to avoid the intensive remedies, but Kurogiri insisted. It always worked before, hadn’t it? The misty nomu was proud of his ingenuity and his medical abilities.

At least, until the League came in.

When Kurogiri had broken the news that Tomura would not be present—sick, with what could probably range from influenza to appendicitis to a moderate cold as far as Kurogiri was aware—it garnered a myriad of reactions. Spinner, Magne and Compress at least had the mild manner to look a bit concerned, to varying degrees. Dabi just laughed.

All of them responded with bewilderment when Kurogiri began rounding up his usual treatment measures, however. Dabi asked rather bluntly, “Hold up, the fuck is all of that?”

Kurogiri looked at them all blanky and responded simply, “I must look after Tomura Shigaraki while he is ill.”

The League exchanged some looks then. A silent conversation he wasn’t privy to seemed to play out before his very eyes. Twice got too bored to bother involving himself, Toga soon to follow when she supposedly caught the drift that Kurogiri was missing. Spinner shuffled his feet and looked away. Compress, Magne, and a very disgruntled Dabi broke what remained of the staring competition all at the same time. Compress in particular put a hand on Kurogiri’s arm and insisted, “Actually, why don’t we assist you? You can put all of that down, dear. We don’t need it. …Any of it. Really, put it down.”

Kurogiri watched anxiously as the eldest of the League shuffled around his own kitchen. Compress pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, letting it sit on the counter for seemingly no reason at all. He then dug around the extensively filled medicine basket for a particular bottle, plucking two pills from it. Dabi set about making the angriest miso soup Kurogiri has ever witnessed. Magne busied herself with tea, because apparently the water wouldn’t be enough.

When the three of them were ready, they all ventured to Tomura’s room. Kurogiri tried not to worry too much. Some food and water? That’s all? Compress did grab some medicine—but not much at all! He trusted his colleagues, but he wouldn’t leave Tomura’s health to anyone else so confidently. Tomura has always had a poor constitution. Kurogiri resolved to check on the boy later discreetly, when the others’ feelings couldn’t be hurt.

When he went up to Tomura’s room that night, he was stunned to see the boy peacefully tapping away on his “switch” that he normally avoided in sickness because of eye aches and nausea. When Kurogiri asked after his health, Tomura had no response beyond a grunt of affirmation. He had healed… within a day? That had never happened before, not once! What sort of sorcery was this?

When he expressed his bafflement to Compress from the other side of the bar counter, the magician only laughed and patted his arm again. “You worry too much,” he said with what sounded like a grin. “Heaven only knows what quack doctor told you to get all of that other stuff! Some water and medicine every few hours can kick even the worst of sickness.” When Kurogiri was still confused, Compress tilted his head. “Haven’t you ever fallen ill? Toughed out a cold with some cough syrup?”

When Kurogiri still did not answer, the magician sighed. “You are a mystery, my dear,” he said ruefully.

Kurogiri felt the silliest he had in a while.

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