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hiya! so, i love deku but i don’t have enough muse to sustain him as a regular blog. he’s been now moved to LEGACYPAST a sideblog to my multi-hub, @neonlite.

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hiya! so, i love deku but i don’t have enough muse to sustain him as a regular blog. he’s been now moved to LEGACYPAST a sideblog to my multi-hub, @neonlite.

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hiya! so, i love deku but i don’t have enough muse to sustain him as a regular blog. he’s been now moved to LEGACYPAST a sideblog to my multi-hub, @neonlite.

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hiya! so, i love deku but i don’t have enough muse to sustain him as a regular blog. he’s been now moved to LEGACYPAST a sideblog to my multi-hub, @neonlite.

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self esteem: preteen disassociating at his bar mitzvah doing greased lightening choreography. 

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@purgerot replied to your post.

Shoji dances with him at some point, it’s very fun, they do the twist together

the twist is, for some unknown reason, the only dance that izuku does not need additional instruction in.

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     it’s worth bearing note that izuku does go to prom. sure, he’s stag but it’s fun anyway. he’s in an open, one button suit jacket and pants    ( both made of man kinds best and most comfy fabric: dark green crushed velvet )    and a white, button up underneath. there are three buttons open, the shiny fabric of his binder worn as accessory. he cheers when prom king and queen are announced, and he dances    ( very poorly )     with a little smile plastered on his features the entire night.

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so having now watched? heroes rising i suddenly have so much midoriya muse and i’m fucking dying.

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@naimitsuno asked:  ❛ When we die, we turn into stories; and every time someone tells one of those stories, it’s like we’re still here for them. ❜

there were TWO funerals. he learns that’s fairly common with the high profile heroes. 

          the first was the public one -- big and important, on multinational networks as the WORLD mourned a hero. he hadn’t been allowed to be close for that one. he’d opted not to argue, standing quietly with other UA students with his head bowed and his eyes wide. he’d not even been able to cry because it hadn’t hit yet. hadn’t taken him and torn him apart. he’d been too far away for most of the funeral to see anything but threads of dull gold, hair  as it rested above the top of the casket.

                  his classmates, who had every right to be JUST as shaken as he was, had put their hands on his shoulders and consoled him. he felt like a hypocrite. he barely registered the feeling of anyone’s presence. only kaa-chan had shaken him from that reprieve and only for a moment.

            ( kaa-chan being solemn just felt weird. )

     the second funeral is a more private affair. the tombstone has his name carved in it but izuku swears it blurs every time he tries to read it. he can’t -- he can’t shake that feeling. 

                                  he also doesn’t care about propriety. he stands right next to endeavor and hawks. he lets the rest of the top heroes file in around him as he stares down into the casket. there’s a hand on his shoulder, firm and warm, but he doesn’t acknowledge it still. he’s dying, somehow he can feel the struggle for every breath, the fight to move, the attempts to will his cells themselves to STOP in deference.

        toshinori yagi looks very human in death. even in his small form he’d always carried something to izuku. there’d be a radiance beneath his skin, honor had stained him, duty had given him a glow. izuku had LOVED him like he’d never loved anyone besides his mother. how distant his father is... it isn’t a surprise that all might has stepped into that role. but death robs him of the warmth, the glow, the internal radiance. he’s flat. his cheeks are waxy. his hands are folded over his chest izuku wishes, once more time, he could speak to all might.

                      he starts when hawks speaks to him. his breath catches in his throat and that silence he’d been stuck in is cut through.      ( he admires hawks. he wants to be like hawks. they shared things, deep things, things he doesn’t understand but he knows when looks at hawks that there’s this quiet, unequivocal acceptance that no one  had ever showed him before. )

                                   " i —— ”      they’re pretty words. he might have believed them more easily if he’d been less shattered. for some reason though... they break the dam. they cause a crack in the wall he had built for himself, sheltering from the reality.

          his breath catches again in his throat and his face twists as he tries desperately to hold back tears. to be strong. to feel strong. ONCE.          “ it’s not... but.... h-he deserved a better end than this. a better student. n-no one ——— ”      no one should go like that. here one moment and gone the next. caught in a national tragedy, killed as a symbol, not a man, though the man had been the one to truly die.      “ senpai. .. ”      he says, near a whimper.

                                 he folds himself into hawks, works his way into his arms and sobs, broken heaving things that rip through his chest as he clings to the taller man. he sobs so hard that his arms shake, that his breath is ripped from his lungs and he chokes on tears. 

                                         “ everything hurts. ”

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shockpop‌ / kaminari denki !

denki’s  lips  jut  into  a  curious  pout ,   head  peeled  off  the  ground  to  lean  back  along  his  elbows .    a  light  dusting  clings  to  the  back  of  his  hair ,   unaccounted  for  as  he  drops  his  gaze  to  what  is  so  kindly  extended  to  him   ;   flitted  over  the  deep  scarring  striping  the  spans  of  the  offer .    it  vaguely  reminds  him  of  how  his  own  quirk  tends  to  have  a  little  bite ,   some  strange ,   involuntary  fluke  midoriya  may  not  be  absolved  from  if  he  chooses  to  accept .

hands  clench ,   unclench ,   clench  at  his  sides .    he’s  about  a  half  second  away  from  dropping  one  of  them  into  midoriya’s  own  when  that  unprompted  flood  of  praise  suddenly  clocks  —-

         ❛   ���——-  man ,   slow  down ,   you’re  gonna make  me  blush !   ❜      except  he  totally  already  is ,   evident  now  in  how  he’s  backing  off ,   arms  laced  defensively  over  the  bright  red  evidence .    it  also  serves  to  muffle  the  little  giggles  slipped  between  the  cracks .

❛   you’re  bein’  way  too  nice !    i  really  prepped  myself  for  some  brutal  honesty  there !    seriously ,   is  this  how  you  go  around  boostin’  your  popularity  levels  like  it’s  no  big  deal ?    am  i  not  immune  to  the  deku - ganda ?!   ❜ 

          the sun beneath his skin shines bright if you look too closely. the silver stripes of his scars let it leak out — and as such there’s liquid gold beneath the tan of his skin. the sincerity in his smile doesn’t ebb when kaminari is taken so off guard by effusive praise. rather he just blushes too and doesn’t back down, a hand going to the back of his neck as he smiles at the other boy.      “you should get used to the praise now,”     he teases softly, rubbing at one of his cheeks like it make pink bleed back into the olive of his skin.     “ when you’re a pro there’s gonna be FANS  right? especially since you’re gonna be marketable. ”

          there’s another life, somewhere, where izuku had ended up in the business course, working with heroes but not being one. single minded as his devotion to becoming a HERO himself was, it didn’t mean that there hadn’t been times he’d considered he might end up doing something else.

          “ besides, how can anyone not look at someone else’s quirk in this class and not go ‘whoaa!’ “      he mimes amazement, his hands going to his cheeks.

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tw: gore, graphic violence, death.

         he does not mean to. he means to stop, to halt, to force away but one for all WELLS in his finger tips, races down his arm and he’s acutely aware of the pain before his fist collides with the villain. that’d been 150 percent — the kind that still forces his nerves to fray as shards of bone splinter into muscle and flesh.

         he hadn’t meant to, but he’d been so close to someone he cared about, someone he wanted safe. and the next moment  ———

         izuku is wrist deep in viscera. red pours around the sleeve of his costume. he’s covered in it, splattered in it, it’s all across the ground. he’s confused for a moment why the shards of bone are both inside his arm and outside, and there’s a fleeting moment where he thinks that maybe he’s finally exploded. maybe it’d finally been too much. but he can pull, he can feel, his arm is still in a fractured whole and when he glances up he’s staring into a horrified, twisted face.

              ( it’d been instant. a hand through the heart, the broad of his palm crushing into bone and leaving a crater in flesh. once he gets through ribs he’d smashed through flesh and organ and tissue  — meat like it was no problem at all. there’d been nothing more than a flash, than the roar of panic and white noise. )

         and now he’s staring in a dead man’s eyes. and his own  — they go blank. there’s this rush of depersonalization and he stares ahead, blinking rapidly as he puts his other hand on the villain’s shoulder and pushes. the man (bodybodybody) falls back and into a heap of his own blood and bone fragments. izuku takes a deep breath and tries not to hyperventilate.

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thousandbirds‌ / kakashi - sensei !

‘ ……..and that’s how you cook a fish. remember to use a dull knife or spoon to scrape off the scales and always work from tail to head. ‘  and with a small satisfied hmm, kakashi sets about portioning their meal in two. the bigger plate for izuku, as he is the one in most need of some growth.

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everything that people do around midoriya is greeted with ----         first, boundless enthusiasm and then deep concentration.

          the reality is that gai-sensei has already told them how to cook most game but maybe kakashi-sensei has a different technique, or maybe he’s particularly skilled at it. so midoriya sits on his knees with his hands posed in bright-eyed curiosity as he watched kakashi work. his head tilts     ( like a puppy who’s heard a new noise )     as he nods.. it also helps that he just likes kakashi. the man is calm but his enthusiasm to instruct, and midoriya would swear it was there, seemed as deep gai-sensei’s ... just a little hidden.

      “ i get it ! ”      he says, looking over the plate. he turns the piece of fish, looking it over and inspecting kakashi’s handiwork.      “ You got more of the scales than Sensei or his turtles normally do,”      he says, praise easy off his lips. he’s QUICK to praise, but it’s always filled to the brim with intent -- he means it.      “ Can I skin the fish when we stop tomorrow? ”

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@campos1a is my sweet, sweet bird & im full of love for them.  ☆

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hello my roommate @sweetsakuma is like the best artist and they let me commission them for art that i could use as a background / potential promo piece and holy shit it’s beautiful. the Idea was roughly mine but this is mindblowing. a version of it that’s good to reblog is here!!

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sweet relationship hcs to counteract spicy sinday:

izuku and shinsou go on their first few dates entirely by accident. neither of them realize at first that going on progressively more intimate little ‘friendship outings’ are definitely dates until uraraka stops izuku as he’s describing this great picnic he and ~~hitoshi~~ had at sunset during a walk through the park and just stares at him.

izuku and todoroki don’t date so much as they just sort of ... exist? near each other? and eventually they start kissing because idk??? it seemed like the right thing to do. like one day deku just casually calls shouto his Boyfriend in a conversation and hanagakure, who’s in the group, shouts out an “I KNEW IT” and deku is confused because of course? they’ve been together for like a month? who did they think was packing shouto’s bento?? the boy had previously survived on convenience food.

izuku and uraraka are that couple that when they get together there’s this exasperated like, “finally!!” from half the people in their class. they’ve been talking about each other to other people so much that it seems like an inevitability. they’re voted most likely to be the plot of that one thing where you lock two people in a room with a meal until they realize they like each other.

izuku and iida are actually fraught with a little bit of difficulty while iida comes to terms with his sexuality and tries not to panic about the reaction his family might have. there’s no reason not to believe that they wouldn’t be anything but supportive, but iida worries, and deku, small as he is, plays the BIG SPOON and wraps his arms around iida from behind and promises that it’ll be okay. he points out a lot that people can grow and that iida’s brother seems to adore both of them. even if the worst should happen -- izuku will still be here for him.

izuku has Big Crushes on the more confident members of his class. maybe most notably like... every member of bakugang? he doesn’t know why but he’s a really crush prone kind of kid

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relationship meme ! / @thousandbirdsstill accepting !

      “ you’ll take the child. ”     he says it so casually. fingers still tap out the remains of his pipe as he stuffs new tabacco in. for a moment, it’s as though kakashi misheard him. that’s the easiest way to keep his world from turning on one axis and having to orient around another.

          “ hokage-sama? ”

sarutobi’s gaze lifts and he watches as the minutest of expressions play across what he can see of kakashi’s face. he’s known the boy for years – he’s pretty sure he can read at least some of those gentle twitches, the way his pupils contract before he turns his gaze down to the bundle of green in his arms.

the girl is technically too old to need carried but she’s sleeping - a toddler’s body is draped across kakashi’s arms and the whole of his upper half. she’s drooling from beneath wild tangles and mats of green hair and there’s a dark patch growing across kakashi’s vest but he doesn’t seem concerned to move her.

          “ hokage-sama– my duties… ”     the trepidation in his voice is buried beneath layers of monotone.

     “ your duties can be altered, kakashi. it would be good for you to spend time in the village. the war took a tole on each of us.”         sarutobi lights his pipe and raises it to weathered lips. his gaze doesn’t stray.

          “i don’t know why i would be the best one for this,”     kakashi says, rare QUESTIONING in his tone but sarutobi forgives him immediately. there are questions and comments that go unsaid, and unasked. 

she would be better off with another - i don’t know how to care for a child - i don’t know how to be a child - a sarutobi holds up a hand, his expression clear and without a hint of hesitation. 

     “ the war is over. the orphanages are full. she will be safer with someone who cares to some extent what happens to konoha’s orphans. ”     there’s intent in those words. bitter but couched in euphemism. sarutobi looks up at him and his eyes are too sharp, too aware. there’s age in each of the lines of his wrinkles but his raw power conveys so clearly in his eyes.      “ she may have a rare bloodline and she’s a political piece, by all measure. surely you can imagine that there would be a TARGET on her back.”

                                      his tongue burns. metallic and sharp – blood wells from the inside of his cheek as kakashi bites down. instinctively his grip on the toddler tightens just a little. there is the same dangerous feeling inside of him that wells when that part of his hind brain latches onto the idea of PACK.

there’s another deliberate glance down at the bundle in his arms.

          ( the adults in his life have never kept him safe. they have PUT HIM IN DANGER almost exclusively. the ones that he trusted to have his best interest at heart are dead. he doesn’t know if that makes him more anxious or convinces him further. )

          “ alright. ”

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relationships meme ! / @naimitsuno

i’m pretty sure you’ve called yourself the uncle everyone is concerned about and i think that makes a lot of sense for how izuku interacts with people.      ( he sees someone, and then he is concerned ! )      and i could see how they would interact on the level of like ... izuku is a provisional hero right now and he would want mentorship from a pro like hawk but also.

i think it’s kind of dope to imagine that they could end up in a place where izuku is a pro, he’s trying to move through the trickiness of like ... actually gathering a fanbase and proving his usefulness. his numbers on captures and effectiveness are through the roof and he’s starting to burn out and fall into bad habits. even though he’d been trying to handle his media himself he eventually cows and hands it over to an agent or agency. 

 ... which is kind of depressing, and dehumanizing. he’s never considered that he was lgbt a selling point but his agent clearly does. he’s never considered that he looks innocent to be attractive and as such a reason to care about his super hero work. soooo izuku starts stumbling down a less than ideal path and maybe ?? hawks is the one to point that out ?