[ISEB Author’s Note: A kind Anon suggested I add an appropriate tag to my last headcanon, which I did in addition to including a trigger warning + cut. Apologies to anyone who was left feeling disturbed by it; if it’s any consolation, Prompto gets his very own happy ending in one of my earlier posts! And to make up for yesterday’s particularly sad prompt, I wrote a silly headcanon inspired by my trip to Disneyland this weekend—shoutout to my fellow Chocohoes who helped me hash out the details of this while riding the tram to DCA!]
Noctis: The crown prince plays it cool in front of his friends, pretending to be too old to indulge in the joy of amusement parks, but in truth the sight of a Kenny the Crow mascot greeting visitors at the entrance of Coernixland excites old childhood feelings of nostalgia. Unfortunately, the grueling effort of being on one’s feet all day takes its inevitable toll on Noct, and he finds himself nodding off to sleep on a bench outside the World of Eos pavilion; his comrades hesitate to disturb his slumber only briefly before they are decorating him with silly souvenir hats and feigning shoving toy swords up his nose whilst taking selfies with the unconscious heir of Lucis. At the end of the day, Noctis steals away long enough to purchase a stuffed crow and postcard—signed by yours truly, of course—for Umbra to carry off to his lady love in Tenebrae.
Prompto: Blondie ought to know better than to inhale three Cockatrice thighs before riding the dizzying Duscaen Arches Drop, but even vomiting into a nearby bush doesn’t stop the marksman from bolting to the very next stomach-turning attraction. That is far from his first hiccup of the day, however; he got stopped at security for being over the appropriate age to wear a Chocobo costume inside the park (which he swears up and down did not, in fact, cross the line of Coernixbounding). He was also nearly tossed out the front gates when he attempted to use a selfie stick at the tippy top of the Rockin’ Ravatogh Rollercoaster—there’s a reason the rules state that arms and legs must be kept inside the ride at all times—but his daytime woes evaporate when he turns his starry-eyed gaze to the night sky to watch the illustrious fireworks show (inspired by the very same Moogle Chocobo Carnival he loves to remind Noct he wasn’t invited to).
Gladio: The men of the Amicitia family have a reputation of bravery to uphold; that means Gladio has to spin some clever excuses to avoid disclosing his debilitating fear of heights to his friends which is why he sent Noct to fetch those flowers for Iris instead of doing it himself. Riding the whirlwind Disc of Cauthess Coaster is completely out of the question for the big man, so he suggests heading off toward the tamer Cape Caem Canoe Chute under the guise of humoring a nauseous Prompto. Likewise, offering to hold a place for his friends in the long line to meet Shiva also stems from ulterior motives; Blondie may be the noted tail chaser of the Brotherhood, but Gladio is remiss to turn down the opportunity to ogle at the beautiful—and very scantily-clad—Astral mascot. But even the toughest of the Lucian Crownsguard has a soft spot for Coernixland’s more campy theatricals, and his friends raise a dubious eyebrow when they notice Gladio tapping his foot along to the beat of the Justice Monsters Five Electrical Parade.
Ignis: It inevitably falls on the strategist to monitor the wellbeing of his companions; whether that means keeping them properly hydrated, or being a glorified bag bitch so they don’t lose their wallets, Mom Friend™ has all the bases covered. He’s too concerned with Prompto’s perpetual vomiting and the whereabouts of Noctis during his covert shopping excursion to fully appreciate the sights Coernixland has to offer, and he’s aware enough of Gladio’s reservations regarding speedy rides to spare the big man the humiliation of sitting alone while the other two attempt the more daring attractions; still, he finds a small measure of satisfaction in seeing his brothers enjoy themselves—Prompto’s expression of awe watching the fireworks show, Noctis finding the perfect Kenny the Crow plushie to be delivered by Umbra, Gladio somehow managing to weasel Shiva’s cell number from her while she’s still on the clock—and he indulges in an overpriced churro to round out an otherwise uneventful day. But when Ignis’ lips touch the pastry, and his mind registers the nuanced flavor of Hulldagh Nutmeg that sprinkles the flaky crust, his spectacled eyes widen and he suddenly exclaims that he has come up with—you guessed it—a new recipe.
I recently took a trip to Disneyland with @suachun1 and we both thought about “Why not do a Halloween Disney Voltron AU” so I decided to draw it and she suggested I dress Hunk and Shay as Maui and Moana along with Shiro as Shang. I thought Lance and Keith worked as Eugene and Rapunzel. Allura as Kida and Pidge as Milo were kind of the perfect choices. However, we struggled with Coran tbh but then thought the Duke from Cinderella fit really well. SO HERE IT IS. INSPIRED BY MY TRIP TO DISNEYLAND.
I had my first trip to Disneyland two days ago which was amazing. I bought a sketchbook there instead of the autograph book so I could fill it in with sketches for the characters to sign. Didn’t get all of them though ;/
I’m still sad I didn’t get Rapunzel and Flynn to sign theirs. :’D
I want to get some color on these once uni cools down a bit.
We also visited the Enchanted Tiki Room when we went to Tokyo Disneyland! Unlike the Walt Disney World and Disneyland versions, theirs is based off of Lilo and Stitch. They sing songs from the movie and Stitch himself even shows up. They also have different birds, so no Jose, but they do have a lady bird as a star which I thought was pretty cool. This was one of the attractions where you could request a handheld device that shows English subtitles of what they are saying.
I didn’t want to bother everyone else by taking pictures inside the show so I just got a picture of Stitch’s spaceship outside of the attraction. The book inside is the Ugly Duckling
I know, I know. You’ve got two kids in four sports after school, a baby at home who could rival a hurricane, a high schooler who needs driver’s ed hours, and a spouse who seems to always let you be the bad guy when it comes to limiting iPad screen time.
Your child has homework you don’t feel that you can help with (common core, say whaaat?), an unfinished book report that was due last week, a wretched smell coming from his backpack, and you know she still doesn’t have all her math facts memorized or his spelling words written.
And now, you get to sit down for an hour with me, your child’s teacher. It’s the week of parent-teacher conferences.
Please know i truly believe in your child. I see their struggles and celebrate their day-to-day successes. I know that he confuses his long and short vowel sounds, or that her friends from last year have seemingly moved on and it breaks her heart. Please know I value your input, and every time you walk through my classroom door, I pray it’s to make a connection or to bridge the gap between home and school.
However, that’s not usually the case. I tend to see you with fire in your eyes over the new supplemental reading curriculum (no, I did not choose To Kill A Mockingbird), the three points I docked for not adding the creative elements to their science project, or why I don’t require kids to pass out invites to everyone for their birthday. You’re furious, or frustrated, or feeling misunderstood…
But please, please remember that I have a full heart for your student… and the 29 others in my class. And for my husband. And my family. And every other aspect of my life that makes it just as hectic as yours. That I greet your daughter with a smile every day or answer your calls with a chipper tone of voice, but I’m tired. I go to your son’s soccer games because he lights up and it results in a relationship that shows in his school work, but it means I missed my niece’s recital.
Did you know I went on a road trip this summer with my sister? We’ve talked about driving to Disneyland since were twelve. Did you know I long to have my own little one to come home to at the end of the day, but that doesn’t seem to be in the cards for us yet? Did you know that I’m in three professional development programs and head up two committees? Did you know I go home and love to cook, yet never have time to clean between writing grants, planning hands-on class activities, and staying up on my data input for RTI?
No, you probably didn’t. And you shouldn’t, because my job is to be your child’s teacher, not a hot mess. But please remember that I’m trying. And I’m human. And I’m learning. Please treat me with the respect you want me to show to you. You know, the same trait we’re trying to model for your kid.
So, darling concerned parent, please share your burden about the homework and tell me the things you love so dearly about your son or daughter… But let’s do it together and encourage each other along the way. Oh, and next time, bring coffee.
Service dog handlers: I’m planning a trip to Disneyland and I want my service dog to come with me. She’s finishing up her task training this summer, and we would be going next summer (August or early September). I know SDiT are protected in CA and we wouldn’t be flying (I live in NorCal) so there’s no issue with transportation. Any tips for when we are there? Penny (my SD) has been to the county fair a few times so public access with swarming crowds isn’t a problem. She loves riding the ferry and the subway, so I’m not super worried about her going on the rides that are SD accessible. Is there anything I can do to prepare her for the drops in Pirates of the Caribbean or the cannon noises? I would really hate for her to be nervous on the ride. Thank you!!!
Just got back from a Disneyland
trip (: I got my wristband that says ‘Mrs. Hamada’ on it! Hahahahaha I’m such a
I love baby!Hiro. I’ve wanted to
do one of these for a while now, and I love this AU, so here you guys go! :)
You woke up to the sound of a small
voice. You blinked your eyes several times before remembering where you were.
You were in your boyfriend’s room, sleeping peacefully next to him, until the
cries of his younger brother woke you up. Typically, Hiro’s voice woke up
Tadashi, but you knew your lover had been working extremely hard the past week
and was exhausted. You practically had to beg him to sleep.
You sat up carefully, not
wanting to wake the man sleeping next to you. You fixed your sweatpants after
they’d rolled up in your sleep. You stretched your arms up and gently tossed
the covers back. You looked to your left and saw Hiro sitting by your bedside,
tears in his eyes. You frowned down at him.
“Hiro, what’s wrong?”
“I had a bad dream,”
Hiro said sadly. You cooed and climbed out of bed. You picked Hiro up and his
little hands grasped at the shirt you were wearing, which happened to belong to
Tadashi. You carried him against your hip and carefully crept downstairs. Hiro
sniffled and tucked his face into your chest.
“It’s okay, it was just a
dream Hiro,” you comforted. You walked into the kitchen and opened the
fridge. “How about some warm milk?” you asked sweetly. Hiro nodded
hesitantly. You grabbed his bottle of milk and closed the fridge with Hiro
still on your hip. You put the bottle of milk in the microwave and warmed it
up. “What happened in your dream?” you asked gently.
“A big monster with big
teeth and an ugly face tried to eat me. It ate you and Dashi first,” Hiro
said quietly. You retrieved the bottle of milk from the microwave, making sure
to stop the microwave before it beeped and woke up the rest of the Hamada
“Aw, baby, it’s okay,”
you comforted. You sat down on the couch with Hiro in your lap now. “I
promise no monster will ever hurt you or me or Dashi. Monsters aren’t
real,” you said. He reached for the bottle in your hand. You moved the
bottle to his lips as he reached for it hungrily. The suction cup slowly met
his lips and he started sucking greedily. His little hands sat on top of your
hand on the bottle. “Slow down, or you’ll get a stomach ache,” you
said quietly with laughter. Hiro’s big brown eyes gazed up at you. You smiled
down at the little baby in your arms. You glanced at the digital clock that sat
on the table next to you. It read three thirty a.m. in bright red lights. You
focused your attention back to the small child in your arms, trying not to
think about how much sleep you were missing. “I have bad dreams too, you
know,” you said, trying to calm him down. He stopped sucking on the bottle
of milk and looked up at you.
“Yeah. Everyone has bad
“Even Dashi?” You
“Yes, even Dashi,” you
said. Hiro yawned. “How about we go back to bed?” you suggested. Hiro
clung to your shirt tightly.
“No. I’m scared,” he
replied. You set the milk bottle down on the table and shifted Hiro in your
“Okay, I’m right here. It’s
okay. No monster would ever hurt you,” you comforted and kissed his
forehead. You moved Hiro back to your hip and grabbed the milk. You walked back
into the kitchen and set the bottle back in the fridge. Hiro grasped tightly at
the color of your shirt. He reached up and kissed your cheek. You looked at
Hiro, who was now smiling.
“I love you, sissy,”
he said quietly. You smiled and rubbed your nose gently against his.
“I love you too,
Hiro.” You sat back down on the couch. Hiro was now awake and alert. You
noticed a stack of books near the coffee table. They were mostly fairy tales
and legends. You leaned against the arm of the couch and grabbed the one on
top. “How about a story?” you asked the eager child in your lap. Hiro
nodded and bounced gleefully.
“Yay, story!” You
opened the picture book with Hiro in between you and the book.
“Once upon a time, there
were three little pigs who all wanted to build houses. They wanted to stay safe
from the big bad wolf.” Hiro pointed to the cartoon wolf.
“He’s a meanie,” Hiro
“You bet he is, buddy. The
first little pig built his house of hay. It took almost no time at all.”
You flipped the page. “The second little pig built his house of sticks. It
also took him no time. The two little pigs saw the third little pig building
his house out of bricks. They laughed at him and yelled 'we already finished
our houses. Now we have time to play’,” you said in your best little pig
voice. Hiro laughed gleefully. “When the third little pig finished, there
was no time left to play. Each pig returned to his own house to eat dinner.
Suddenly, the big bad wolf showed up! He knocked on the door of the straw house.
The wolf said, 'little pig, little pig, let me in’,” you growled in a deep
voice, making Hiro laugh even more. You smiled at the cheerful child. “The
little pig replied, 'not by the hair on my chinny chin chin!’ So the wolf
replied 'then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down!’ And the
wolf blew the straw house down!” you exclaimed. Hiro gasped, despite
having heard the story before.
“The wolf went to the house
made of sticks and knocked on the door. He yelled once again 'little pig, little
pig, let me in!’ And the pig replied 'Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!’
The wolf said 'then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house
down!’” Hiro snuggled against your chest. “And the wolf blew the
house down! So the wolf went to the last house, the house made of bricks. He
knocked on the door and said 'little pig, little pig, let me in’. But the third
pig said 'not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.’ The wolf said 'then I’ll
huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house down.’”
“No!” Hiro exclaimed.
“But as hard as the wolf
blew, the house wouldn’t come down. The wolf soon gave up and the three little
pigs cheered. And they all lived happily ever after,” you finished as Hiro
yawned. He closed his eyes and cozied up to you. You kissed the top of his head
and set the book down. “Goodnight, Hiro.”
“Goodnight, sissy,” he
whispered quietly before falling into sleep. You smiled down at the child until
your felt a warm blanket come around your shoulders. You looked up to see the
smiling face of your boyfriend. He stole a quick kiss from your lips.
“Did I wake you?” you
asked in a hushed tone. He shook his head.
“I woke up and you weren’t
by my side. I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Tadashi said quietly. He
looked down at his little brother in your arms and his heart melted. You looked
tired, but Tadashi thought you had never looked more adorable. “He loves
you so much,” Tadashi said as he looked at Hiro. You looked down at the
little human in your lap.
“I love him too.”
“We both do,” Tadashi
said as he brushed Hiro’s hair back. He kissed your cheek. “You should’ve
woken me up. I could’ve dealt with him; you need your sleep.”
“So do you,” you
replied. “Besides, I’ve got it,” you said with a smile. “Don’t
you want to be parents some day Tadashi?”
sweetheart,” he replied. “C'mon. Let’s go back to bed,” Tadashi
said as he stood to his full height. You raised an eyebrow.
sleeping,” you said. Tadashi smirked.
“I know, so try not to
squirm too much,” he replied. You were about to ask him what he meant when
he hooked his arm under your legs and his other arm behind your back. He picked
you up into his arms and carried you back up the stairs to his room. You
cradled Hiro close to you and snuggled into Tadashi’s arms. He placed you down
softly on his bed and climbed in next to you. He leaned against the pile of
pillow on his bed and brought you against his chest. You leaned against your
boyfriend and kept his brother safe in your arms. “I love you,”
Tadashi muttered into your hair. You leaned up and gave him a long, loving
Getting ready for my California trip and thought I’d look for all the Disneyland things I’ve kept! Most of the tickets I’ve had since high school are here and a few extra fastpasses.
I can’t wait to go!
Also: RIP tower of terror, I’ll miss you