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Dabi hcs part 2 (random)

Late night ramble (barely proofread lol). I tried to put together some Dabi head canons, I tried to keep them realistic as possible. Not much fluff or angst to be honest, just random thoughts 💭!

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-When he’s been out for a while without doing his hair. He would come over to your place to try and use your bathroom to retouch his roots.

-Every time he does this, he would definitely leave random specks of black dye all over your sink and wall. (He tries to deny that he makes a mess every time)

-Steals random trinkets for you, but 90% of them are pretty useless and random. When he gives you these trinkets he would say something on the lines of, “I thought it looked cool” or “I found something cool”. Realistically he wanted to try to impress you on his finds.

-When the two of you hangout, he would bring you to the most shadiest/secluded places ever. He’ll somehow make the most of it for you, and the two of you genuinely enjoy your time out together. The two of you would mostly spend your time talking together about news,drama(within the league), and random conversations that have no correlation whatsoever.

-doesn’t smoke at ALL, especially with his critical condition. If someone is smoking near him he would get all dramatic and start (fake)coughing profusely.

-when his scars begin to spread around hard to reach areas. he would ask you to move his stables in the corresponding areas that needs it. Most of the time, you do help him but sometimes it can get real icky especially in deeper areas. Every time you help him, he’d crack jokes about his stables and health(these jokes were never that funny).

-chronically online when it comes to social media drama/hero drama. He pretends to not care about hero media but then spends hours on end on his phone catching up on it.(definitely a Instagram reels user)

-the driest texter ever, he would take hours, days, or even weeks to respond to messages(which is surprising since he seems to be glued to his phone). When he does respond, he’d tried to brush it off and say that he was ‘busy’. He definitely texts with at least 5 words or less depending on the situation.

-Following up with the dry texter idea, he’d also have dry jokes. He would say the most twisted jokes with a dead pan face(honestly this would make the joke funnier than it actually was).

-Do not leave food around him or he will take it and eat it. He’s not extremely picky with his food but if the food looks and smells good, he’s definitely going to take at least a bite.

<he was definitely a picky eater in the past before the Sekoto peak incident.

-He probably isn’t a fan of super sour or spicy foods. He probably has a secret sweet tooth. He got caught having a sweet tooth when the league began to notice that he’d always had some sort of sweet with him, which further exposed his little obsession with sweets.

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I hope you guys enjoy! If you have any headcanons for Dabi please share them, I’d love to hear them! <3

The Mischaracterization of Dabi (side rant lol)

I’m just going to do a mini rant on this topic because this has been on my mind for awhile now. All I got say is that I hate, hate, hateeee how people characterize Dabi in certain fanfics. Like I’m sick and tired of the “playboy” and slutty Dabi fics,like this mf does NOT get any play. He’s canonically a loser and doesn’t have the esteem or energy to be having 50 baby mamas and random side pieces!!! We need to have more dabi fics where this mf is just being himself without the extra stuff. (But honestly atp it isn’t just Dabi being misread by the fandom)

Hawks hcs

Side note: I’m going to keep these hc’s as realistic as possible. Similar to the Dabi post I did, most of the hc’s are going to be pretty angst. There might be some spelling mistakes since I made this kinda late at night lmao. I hope you guys enjoy!!

-the relationship is going to be pretty long distance, due to hero work( even more now because his new role of becoming president of the hero commission).If we’re being completely honest here,he is NOT going to there all time. There would be minimal interactions between you because of his work(he’s 100% a workaholic)

-when he does find time he’ll try and plan out a date for you. The dates would take place in cafes or lavish restaurants( he got money to spend). The dates would be used for you guys to catch up.

-When he’s busy with work he’ll try to give you quick calls to make sure that you’re okay. He’s very attentive when it comes to your feelings and is willing to listen to you talk about them.

-he might know a bit of sexual stuff but not fully since he’s been watched practically his whole life. If he does participate in it he’s going to be pretty experimental and vanilla. He’s not going to go all crazy in sexual activities but is willing to try things out.

-In relationship he’s definitely going to be a tease. He’ll tease you on little things you did in the past or recently. He’s ones of those people who can bring up something embarrassing you did years ago and still get a laugh out of it.

-He’ll physically show his love with hand holding, hugs, cuddling(if he even gets home on time to do it LOL), and kisses. The kisses would be pretty cutesy ranging from side kisses or smooches on the lips lol. Don’t expect too much though because he’s more of a gifting/ acts of service type of guy than an extremely lovey dovey guy.

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Kinda short but maybe I’ll make a longer one next time lol <33

Dabi hc’s

side note: This isn’t going to have any fluff to it, these are just some realistic hc’s I have for him. Most of these are going to be pretty angst. I hope you guys enjoy!

-He is NOT going to use pet names or cutesy nicknames. Don’t expect him to call you “doll” or “baby”, this mf is a straight-up loner and can barely understand flirting. He’s only going to use your name or a shorter version of it THAT’S IT!

-Kinda similar to the first one but if you try to create cute nicknames for him, I guarantee you that he would dip IMMEDIATELY. Calling him anything other than Dabi is a huge ick of him.

- He’s definitely not oblivious to sexual stuff but he’s probably not going to participate in it what so ever. He simply doesn’t have interest in it and definitely doesn’t have the energy for it.

-If he somehow does participate in sexual activities, it’s going to be very vanilla. Nothing flashy or fancy. He won’t mind being top or bottom. During it he’ll be pretty quiet, depending on the mood.

-In a relationship, he is going to be very lowkey and distant. He’s not going to put a whole lot of effort in the relationship but he will stay loyal if you’re loyal to him.

-He’s not going to take you out on romantic dates or spend cuddle time with you. The most he can do is hangout at your place or at a tucked away spot where the two of you can just talk.

-His way of affection is spending quality time with you. Physical affection for him is some hand holding, hugs, and occasional kisses. The kisses would be sort of awkward too, like let’s be for real.. he not going full French kiss on you (it would be shocking if he even knew how to do that). The most he can do is a side kiss or a little boop on the lips LMFAO.

-His way of joking with is you is by pissing you off. It’s pretty obvious that Dabi isn’t the nicest person so it’s expected for him to be a tease. The sly comments are constant with him.

Alternate part: This part is going to follow the scenario of if you were apart of the L.O.V. The first part was more of a broad following of hc’s.

-On missions with him he will not be interacting with you in a lovey dovey way. He’s going to be straightforward and focused on the task.

-If the fight gets too heated he would step in to at least make sure that nobody, including you, doesn’t die.

-He’ll try to watch your back as much as he can. Just in case if anything goes wrong or off track.

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So sorry that this post is pretty short lol, this is my first time ever posting. More will posted soon <3

writing chapters for ongoing fics is like sitting in a car. you don't know where you're going, so you ask the driver, but then you realize that you're the driver, and that you have absolutely no idea where you're going, and that there's people in the backseat waiting for you to bring them somewhere.

and so, you bide your time with needless chatter (filler chapters), side routes (side plots) and procrastination (procrastination) until you get an inkling of where you're going and pull up to your destination! yay!

... and you then realize that's just a rest stop on your journey to the end of the writing road. ugh.

anyways, i think you can tell what i've been doing with my fics :') (absolutely nothing)

Will shocking Hannibal by showing up at his office unannounced, covered in sweat, apologizing for the intrusion and telling Hannibal that he doesn’t know how he got there.

Hannibal doesn’t care, he thinks Will’s most beautiful when his emotions are raw. Grabs Will by the back of the neck as he watches him nod feverishly when Hannibal asks if it was: “a bad dream..?”.

Hannibal smiling as he rubs his hands down the sides of Will’s head and neck, whispering that he was okay and that he’s there. Feeling ELATED when Will leans his head onto his shoulder as he makes his way through another mild seizure.

Hannibal trying not to sound happy as he talks to Will knowing he will remember his voice and nothing else. Always happy to know a plan is working.

“I’m here. See? No one else. Just me and you.” Grabbing Will’s face in one hand and using the other to cup the back of his neck again and acting as if he’s never even thought of doing such a thing when Will gains consciousness an hour later.

“All better now?” His voice hazy as he watches from his chair as Will’s eyes scanter around the room before leaning forward and brushing his hand against his neck in the pretense of checking his fever.

“You had an episode. Nothing too bad but…nothing is going to hurt you.” He leaned back to rest comfortably in his chair and watched as Will fought to either give in or ignore his blatant manipulation. He knows Will would question why he heard him but doesn’t remember ever leaving his bed. Knows that Will is apprehensive of the situation because he was just feeding his dogs. Know that Will is breaking and needs a constant thing for balance.

“Not with me here…”

Hannibal’s willing to become that constant.

Kurosawa’s humiliation kink needs to be studied.

The way it perfectly aligns with Adachi’s praise kink is literally too much to bear. For both of them.

Imagine a little while into their relationship Kurosawa is feeling just a little more...overprotective, of Adachi one day.

He’s worked up from who knows what and as soon as he gets Adachi into that bed he’s merciless because he LOVES to hear Adachi whimper in overstimulation.

Laughing oh-so sadistically when Adachi grabs his wrist and close his legs to keep him out when he places his hand back on his “special parts” after multiple rounds.

“Oh, sweetheart..” in the fondest voice full of mirth when he responds with “Let me help you..” knowing that Adachi would take one look at him and give in again.

Feeling absolutely ELATED when he sees the tears of pleasure that spring to Adachi’s eyes after he came and telling him “You’re doing so well, princess..” while pressing kisses to his cheeks to make him relax enough to shove back in for the fourth time.

Throwing heartfelt praises here and there and asking “Do you like it?” And “Aww, I know. It feels so good doesn’t it?” and feeling himself twitch when Adachi struggles to give him an answer through incoherent babbles from the mind numbing pleasure.

Actually stopping when he fails to receive an answer and gently forcing Adachi to say what he needs him through all his hiccups and aborted gasp so he can be at an all time high when he pounds back into him.

Giving Adachi’s aftercare and still making him humiliate himself. Wiping him until he stirs and prompting him to tell him so. “Kurosawa..” he starts as blush overtake his face when Kurosawa’s eyes snap to his. “Feels too good…” and taking pleasure in seeing Adachi hiding his face in his neck as he relents and properly cleans him to let him sleep.

And there NEEDS to be more fics on it.

I can honestly see this with Takara-kun and Amagi-kun too. And Nozue-San and Togawa.

And so I rest my case.

Kurosawa accidentally finding out that Adachi has a praise kink and using it to his advantage.

Constantly complimenting him when he finished something at work by petting his head. Sliding his hand down to gently grip his nape as he lets Adachi know “How good” he’s beings for him.

Feeling pure exhilaration as he leaves Adachi a stuttering mess to go help a coworker.

Getting home late to find Adachi cleaning and calling him a “good boy” before giving his the deepest kiss he can before going to shower.

Sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and calling Adachi random names until he reacts in a certain way.

“Baby? Love? …Princess?”

Feeling like he won the lottery as he chases a visibly affected Adachi back into their room to use the new term in bed to make Adachi as embarrassed as he can because let’s be honest.

The man had a thing for humiliation.

Where Character A would prefer not to have kids and Character B would really prefer if they have 3 so they could grow up with a support system

Where later down the line when it’s getting serious, Character A still doesn’t want kids and stresses themself out about giving their lover what they want; and Character B hits them with:

“I want kids but not at the expense of not having you. I’m willing to wait until you're ready and if you truly don't want any, then we'll spend our lives with only each other.”

AND I FUCKING SOB BC B IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON AND THEYRE WILLING TO GIVE UP ONE OF THEIR MAJOR GOALS BC THEY LOVE A MORE THAN THEY WANT TO ACHIEVE IT

Sharp jawlines and all that are fine and dandy but I want to see more of the less active characters.

Like describe to me in the best and biggest words possible why a larger frame with softened edges is one of the hottest things in the world.

A lover absolutely enthralled with the need to kiss their chubby cheeks that look like mochi and the way their round eyes sparkle at everything: literally OBSESSED with the way their soft middle and plush thighs looks in a skirt/suit/pjs (literally everything)

Can’t get enough of resting their head on their chest bc instead of hard muscles it’s soft, warm, and inviting bc of their scent like-

PLEASE

I show a post saying Barty went around telling everyone him and James were dating

so I wanted to make a little thingy

It probably started when someone was flirting with Barty and he wanted to get away and went: “shit I got to.. go see” *tries to think of something, mind goes to James* “my boyfriend!” (??). Then he keeps it going for shits and giggles, and then he panics when ppl ask him about it cause he doesn’t know why he thought of James out of everyone

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A Ravenclaw: *flirting with Barty* so crouch.. I heard a little rumour that you fancy people with brains..

Barty: [who would rather be anywhere but there]

Barry: uhhh.. yeah I do, did you know Gryffindors are quite smart too? Like uhhh.. James Potter, for example, like his my boyfriend yk? and all-

Ravenclaw: ..what?

Ravenclaw: Oh. That’s cool I just thought- ykw nvm.

Barty: yeah you didn’t know that? We’re dating

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A Hufflepuff: so Barty..

Hufflepuff: [flutters eyelashes, smirks and puts hand on Barry’s thigh]

Hufflepuff: what do you do even Quidditch is on? Do you go back to your dorm.. because I could tag along..

Barty: no, I don’t. I actually uh, I normally go hang out with my.. boyfriend, James Potter. Yk the one who your team lost to? The captain and prefect? The one-

Hufflepuff: .. I’ll go.

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(Doesn’t even make sense cause James would either be playing or watching all the games, but Barty wasn’t thinking)

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Marlene: Barty!

Barty: what?

Marlene: what is it I’m hearing ‘bout you and Jamie?

Barty: ..

Barty: uhh, where’d you hear that?

Marlene: I was near some Hufflepuffs and heard a mention of it

Barty: why you snooping near Hufflepuffs?

Marlene: don’t change the subject. What’s the deal?

Barty: I needed an excuse to get away from ppl so yk.. I used him as an excuse

Marlene: why James tho? Wouldn’t Evan be more useful, cause you see him daily

Barty: .. James was just the first person I thought of

Marlene: ..

Barty: I guess

Marlene: ..alright then-

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Dorcas: Barty.. why?

Barty: ‘why’ what? I didn’t even do anything!

Dorcas: Oh, so running around saying your dating, Potter? Is nothing?

Barty: you heard that did ya?

Dorcas: of course I did, I hear everything. May as well call me “Rita fucking Skeeter”

Barty: okay I did! People were annoying me and I just said “My boyfriend needed me” and just threw Potter’s name in there so people would shut up and leave me alone!

Barty: god do people ever stop and leave me alone? Stop asking me about it god!

Dorcas: ..

Dorcas: okay.. my bad then

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kill your insecurities

I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????

today's fic writer energy is

Just a small bit of my up coming BSD soukoku one shot, "Restocking & Recharging," that makes me giggle🖤🖤

Cause I’m a ✨FANFICTION WRITER✨

lol please enjoy this stupid little video I made about fanfiction. No thoughts at all. Just silliness.

You’re welcome.

「Hate You, Love You」 ʙᴜɴɢᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴅᴏɢs ғᴀɴғɪᴄ

Short rewritten excerpt from Chapter 9:

sᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ ғʟᴜғғ

~𝙻.𝚁. 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚝

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"So, where did you go yesterday?" Chuuya asked through crunches as he ate some cereal. He looked up at the brunette across the small table from him, who began to grin. "Dazai?"

"Hehe, don't worry about it." Dazai continued to curl his lips as he took a bite out of a piece of toast.

"That's only making me worry about it more. Please, where were you?" Chuuya whined. He put his spoon down to look at Dazai, now getting concerned as well as annoyed.

"It top secret Chuu-Chuu!" Dazai yelled as he dramatically grabbed the butter knife and held it in the air as if to prove a point.

"Don't call me that and answer my question, jackass."

Dazai dramatically gasped. "My heart! I've been wounded! How could you call me such a foul name!" Dazai grabbed his chest as he flopped back in his chair, and Chuuya did everything he could to keep himself from slamming his own face onto the table and into his food, he had just gotten out of the shower after all.

"Damn it Dazai, just tell me." Chuuya said with a sigh as he rubbed his temples, and wondered how the hell he fell for someone like Dazai.

"Fine fine." Dazai said as he calmly sat back down like a normal person, putting the jam covered toast down on the elegant plate in front of him. "I was doing some research." Chuuya raised a suspicious eyebrow and questioned, "About...?"

Dazai then dramatically threw his arms in the air as if what we was about to say was the best, most revelitional thing ever. "I wanted to find a way to make my Chuu-Chuu happy! And I found it!"

Chuuya sat up straight and looked at Dazai attentively, now more curious and slightly confused than anything. He knew the younger man wouldn't stop with the nickname, and that wasn't the battle he was choosing to fight at this moment. "Go on...." He prompted tentatively.

"One moment!" Dazai sang as he got up and went to the fridge, leaving Chuuya unable to see what he was doing behind the silver insulated refrigerator door, but he didn't take long. As he walked back to the small table, he held whatever he grabbed behind his back, and as his wicked grin grew, so did Chuuya's suspicion. "This!" Dazai said as he slammed the milk carton he was hiding behind his back down on the table. "If my Chibi drink's some of this every day, he'll get taller, and he'll be happier!"

Chuuya's aura grew dark as he slowly stood up, his piercing blue eyes downcast and hidden from sight. His silk purple robe began to float slightly with a scarlet hue as he activated his ability. The spoon in his hand snapped in half with a grudge before it flew towards Dazai with such force, that after Dazai smoothly dodged it, it stuck at least half way into the wall. "You little shit!" The redhead snarled through gritted teeth as he threw the milk at Dazai, and again Dazai dodged and it, making a mess on Chuuya's sparkling kitchen floor.

The brunette began running to avoid Chuuya's wrath, laughing all the while. "Haha, no~ you're the little one! AHH- ANGRY CHIBI!"

"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!" Chuuya screamed full of rage, while arming himself with more food floating behind him like bullets aimed directly at the cackling brunette as he ran around, dodging the oncoming assault of dairy, grain, and produce based bullet hell attacks.

Me: Ugh, I had such a bad day! I can’t believe that person would be so cruel… *spies computer*

My MC: Please don’t.

Me: *sits down at desk* We suffer together.

I like making memes lol

What do you meannnn I have to write everything else that comes before it? Booooo

gonna start fic posting ngl. i wanna ramble abt my fics. i wanna talk about them. i love them.

Hiii any suggestions for nobamaki fics to read?

I think i read at least 470 of 500 fics and some itafushi w nobamaki in the background

The ones i did not read were mainly smut so i don't think i'll ever truly read all 500 butttt

I still don't trust my ao3 filtering skills so i may have skipped some good ones without noticing

Dare I suggest my fic, 'Swords and Situations', It only has 2 chapters right now, and it's kind of a medieval setting with Nobara being a princess and Maki being her knight, but I think it's very good.

Satosugu has 4,000 fanfics on ao3

Nobamaki has 500

I will rectify this transgression

looking for fellow writers!! togachako writing game edition

interested in writing a second part to a short togachako fic i wrote?

i dont really plan on doing anything with this piece so i think it'd be really fun to see people's takes on how to continue it! like a super low pressure writing game

if you do participate, pls tag me or reblog so i can see your contribution!! even if its just a few lines!

the fic is a loose play on frankenstein with some adam & eve elements thrown in (and the unnamed girl is ochako)

have at it! :)

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Toga was a bloodied thing, she knew. 

She was born with cold metal kissing her bare skin and electricity shrieking down her spine. Her first breath- a choking, cut-off scream- was not even her own, the memory too tightly braided with the boom of Dr. Garaki's laughter in his small laboratory. 

I made you, he had explained, pain still ringing oddly in her skull. 

She had been made, not born, and no one loved to remind her of this fact more than Dr. Garaki himself. 

Pet, he called her, grinning indulgently in his tall, wingback office chair. The reflection of his glasses shone like fire. Like the spark that had jolted her alive. 

I made you, he’d say. I made you. 

But what am I? Toga would ask, twin pinpricks of too-sharp teeth digging into her too-wide lips while she fumbled out the words, warmth dribbling from her rosy smile. 

Dr. Garaki did not like this image, nor the question. 

You are my creation, he’d snap, the floor rumbling with the force of his rise from the wingback chair. Do you not trust me, pet? 

Toga would watch the sky flash outside the dark windows of the laboratory and nod, nod, nod because she did not know what she was but she knew punishment well. 

All Toga knew was punishment and Inside. 

The Inside of the laboratory, which smelled faintly of the coins that slipped between uneven couch cushions, and the Inside of Toga- drawn from her own disordered lips- red as plush velvet and twice as sweet. 

Good, Dr. Garaki would say from behind his wide, unbreachable desk. Now behave. 

Behave, behave, behave. 

This word buzzed around Toga’s head like the constant drone of heavy machinery in the lab. It followed her when she closed her fists around home-smelling coins, retrieved from their hiding places late at night, and when she draped her goose-bumped body in the off-limits, grass-green curtains, and, louder still, when she peered out of small, dirt-smeared windows, asking after the word for grass.

Red had leaked from her cheek, then, bursting forth from the skin by the rings adorning Dr. Garaki’s punishing hand. But the word had slipped out as he’d shouted. 

Toga’s tongue had darted to the corner of her mouth and she’d imagined the word blooming over her tongue- swallowed and safe within herself. 

Yes, Toga knew of Inside well. She craved the taste of Outside, now. 

Outside she saw a girl with red flowers in her hand, picked from the border of Dr. Garaki’s property, and high on her cheeks laid a dusting of soft-petalled blush. 

Toga had never known the color red could be so gentle.

Toga longed to be picked from the laboratory like the thorned stems in the girl’s steady hands. To be lifted up. To be held. 

“You’re not supposed to be looking through there,” Twice whispered from over Toga’s shoulder. “It’s bad.” 

Toga gnawed on her bottom lip, drawing red to the surface until she matched the roses being carried further and further from the laboratory. 

“Why?” she asked. 

Toga didn’t know who she was asking- Twice, the disappearing girl, or the flowers? 

Twice was the only one to respond. 

“Because Dr. Garaki said it’s bad,” he reminded her nervously. 

Toga watched the girl’s form begin to blur on the horizon. 

Twice shook her shoulder and Toga’s gaze slipped to the touch, observing the firm boundary between Toga and Twice. His fingers held the same shape as Dr. Garaki’s- more same than Toga’s- yet held none of the anger. Only urgency. 

“How come Dr. Garaki gets to make all the rules?” Toga asked. 

Twice’s hand slipped away like the question had bitten him, and, Toga thought to herself, maybe it had. With Twice’s same-enough hands he could cradle lessons from Dr. Garaki on how to name the objects in the laboratory. His scratching fingers could be gently pulled away from his seams. He could hold close the smiling shape of son on Dr. Garaki’s lips. 

Twice held the honor of being made same-enough while Toga’s hands and heart and smile were wrong, wrong, wrong. 

Pet, Dr. Garaki said, teeth glistening behind a simper. Filthy-

“Mr. Garaki wants what’s best for us,” Twice said, twitching on the last syllable and scratching the ragged line carved down his forehead. 

“Does he?” Toga questioned. 

How do you know? she wanted to ask. She craved his certainty with a desperation that left her Inside chest pounding hard against the firm line of her Outside body. 

Twice twitched. 

“I trust him.” 

The dull roar of the laboratory seemed loud today, and Toga felt restless. 

“Do you trust?” Twice asked. 

Toga’s mouth quivered and she turned her gaze back to the small window. The girl was gone now but she would be back tomorrow. 

Toga flinched as the door slammed open and Dr. Garaki appeared a moment later. 

Pet or-

“Filthy woman,” Dr. Garaki muttered, striding forward to yank the green curtain from Toga’s body. The view of Outside disappeared. 

Toga shivered. 

“Don’t you know your shame dirties you?” Dr. Garaki continued, staring at the Outside of her body. 

Could he see the Inside?

Toga desperately hoped that he couldn’t. 

“It’s unbecoming of my creations,” he stated before spinning on his covered foot to stride through his office door, a box of rattling machine parts held in his arms. 

Toga’s trust in Dr. Garaki was as brittle as the vase she had tipped over the other day, fascinated by the sound it made when it hit the floor. Left in a puddle of red after Dr. Garaki had found her. 

Inside herself, Toga said, I do not trust Dr. Garaki, and shame bloomed hot and heavy in her chest. 

She felt like the vase, one breathless moment before it shattered. 

“Toga?” Twice whispered, eyes drooping with concern. 

“It’s cold,” Toga whispered. 

Twice fidgeted for a moment, his nails hesitating a  few inches from his sewn-together face. After a furtive glance towards Dr. Garaki’s closed office door, he gave into the urge to scratch, leaving raking, red lines across his Outside. 

“I know,” he murmured. “Do I? I…yes. I know.” 

Toga blinked away the blurry heat gathering in her eyes and reached out with her not-same-enough hand until it rested on Twice’s knee. 

Slowly, she ran her hand up and down one length of his leg. Then faster. 

Twice stared. 

“See?” she whispered. “It makes warmth.”

“I…” Twice peeked over his shoulder, towards the door Dr. Garaki had disappeared behind. “…see. I see. I do.”

Toga removed her hand and watched Twice repeat the action for himself. 

Toga turned back to the green curtain, looking in the place she knew the window lived, and began rubbing warmth back into her arms as she imagined the girl. 

I trust her, Toga decided. 

And how lovely was it for there to be a her that wasn’t Toga? A her that Toga might be same-enough for. 

Dr. Garaki cursed the Outside people but Toga bit her lip and danced with the idea that the girl from Outside might see Toga- red as the roses she always returned to- and pluck her, instead. 

And then maybe Toga could live how she wanted to. Cursed or not.

Doflamingo reading to his daughter Dulcinea under the blanket

(I'm going to make all of my drawings messy (coloured) sketches like this from now on.) (Not to be pessimistic or anything but I'd rather churn out many ideas than spend ages on realizing each one.)

This is related to my fanfiction, Daddy Doflamingo! It's a very wholesome parental Doffy fic if you want to read it ^-^

The book adds a little bit of backstory to Doflamingo's and my OC Sophia's backstory!

Sorry for making your fave a troublemaker whose shenanigans no one will ever believe because in canon they’re “well-behaved”. It will happen again.