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Fanartsketch for the awesome Villain!AU „It Runs in the Family“ -from Red13Rabbit/ @elephantlovingmouse

You can read it on FF.net : https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12838003/1/It-Runs-in-the-Family Or on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13896645/chapters/31978149

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waiting for toshinko to become canon like

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Fanartsketch for the awesome Villain!AU „It Runs in the Family“ -from Red13Rabbit/ @elephantlovingmouse

You can read it on FF.net : https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12838003/1/It-Runs-in-the-Family Or on ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13896645/chapters/31978149

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We All Want to Change the World

Just a WIP I started because of the wonderful @iqrachi ’s amazing stream earlier today. Some horrible angst follows.

Characters: Inko Midoriya, All Might|Toshinori Yagi, Izuku Midoriya, Tsukauchi Naomosa

Trigger Warnings: suicide attempt, suicide mention

Title: We All Want to Change the World

Chapter 1; Mother’s intuition

“Izuku? Sweetie?” She called softly, peeking in his room. All of his action figures were still pristinely in order, All Might’s oldest costume to his newest. The grinning faces on the walls leared at her in the dark as she went to check his bed. It was cold and empty. He hadn’t come home yet. She quelled her panic.

“He’s just running late. The trains are probably still off from tgmhe attack this morning. I’ll just… Call to make sure he’s ok,” she muttered to herself. The twisting nervousness in her stomach told her something else was wrong. Call it mother’s intuition. With shaking hands, she dialed his number.

“Come on, Izuku. Answer,” she pleaded under her breath as the phone rang.

“This is Midoriya Izuku! I can’t answer my phone right now, please leave a message!” His bright voicemail answered.

“Baby, it’s me. Are you ok? You’re running a little late Izuku! Call me back!” She told the message, hanging up. She paced around the living room a moment and called again, hanging up when it went to voicemail. She sighed and set her phone on the kitchen counter as she started dinner. She found herself glancing at the phone every few minutes, uneasiness still curling in her stomach. She heaved a resigned sigh and called again.

“Hello?” A voice answered this time. It wasn’t Izuku’s.

“Who is this? Where is my Izuku?” She snapped, dred spilling into her blood stream.

“This is…” The man sighed, “this is detective Kimura with the Mustafu police. I’m guessing you’re looking for your son.”

“Yes,” she whispered. The detective sighed again.

“We found his backpack and other personal items on a roof top near the city center. I’m sending a car for you to identify that they are indeed his,” the detective told her. She nodded and hung up. She looked around the house, anxiety and shock making it impossible to think.

“Breathe. What would Izuku do if his friend’s things were found?” She asked herself.

“He would stand up straight and give them his best smile. Just like all might,” she decided, following her brave boy’s example. When the knock on the door came, she marched over, grabbing her purse and coat on the way.

“Mrs. Midoriya?” The officer asked.

“That’s me,” she said, proud that she didn’t stammer.

“If you’ll come with me, ma'am. We have a few questions we’d like to ask about your son,” the officer stepped back, allowing her to lock the door before they walked down to the street. He helped her into the car and drove them to a police station in the city center.

“Detective Kimura will be with you in a moment. Please, have a seat,” a secretary told her, indicating a chair. She sat, clutching her purse in her lap, trying very hard not to cry. She watched the bullpen, always a flurry of motion and work. Another detective and a tall, skinny blonde man exited a room nearby.

“Thanks again for your help, Yagi. I’ll call you about the paperwork tomorrow,” the detective clapped the thin man on the back. He smiled and waved, turning toward the exit. And Inko. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her. She hurriedly wiped her eyes and looked away, trying not to look like she’d been watching him.

“Excuse me, do you… Nevermind. Sorry to bother you,” he mumbled, walking away quickly. She watched him go, and turned back to see a new officer approaching her.

“Mrs. Midoriya. I’m detective Kimura Nobu. Please, if you’ll follow me this way. We can talk in my office,” he led her to a cramped office, offering her a seat. He sat on the other side of the desk and pulled out a large plastic evidence back. It held Izuku’s backpack.

“Is this your son’s backpack?” He asked. He looked tired, like he didn’t sleep well. Izuku looked like that sometimes. When he spent the night analyzing the latest hero news.

“Yes. That’s Izuku’s,” she murmured, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

“Is this his cellphone?” He held up another evidence bag.

“Yes,”

“And his notebook?”

“Yes. May I… May I have it please? Just for now?”

“Of course. You can’t take it with you though. It may have important evidence.”

“Evidence? Is Izuku in trouble?”

“Just a few more questions, Mrs. Midoriya,” he paused, handing over the notebook in its bag. It was scortched and sooty. Her eyes narrowed slightly. There was only one way his notebook could have gotten like that. Katsuki was picking on him again.

“And… Lastly…” He couldn’t meet her eyes. He looked like he needed a nice home cooked meal. She looked down at the notebook in her hands, clenching and unclenching on it in her lap.

“Are these his shoes?” He murmured. Inko looked up to see Izuku’s big red shoes, encased in a plastic evidence bag.

“Where is my son?” She asked, tears finally escaping her eyes.

“Mrs. Midoriya. We found him… We found his unconscious body in the wearhouse district. He was rushed to the hosiptal just before you called. He… He was unresponsive. I think… We think… It may have been a suicide attempt,” Detective Kimura stated, looking her in the eye.

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mirio…?

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At the pharmacy

Me: wise sage, give me what I need to banish the darkness from my mind Pharmacist: here’s your antidepressants. Me: no curse of mine shall befall you from my dying breath Pharmacist: thank you

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Relatable things about Bakugou

He doesn’t remember people’s names

He sets impossible standards for himself and then runs himself ragged trying to achieve his goals

Has, like, one friend

Horrible social skills in general

Doesn’t go out of the house unless he really has to

He sleeeps a lot

He doesn’t like kids, he’s horrible at dealing with them, doesn’t even try to hide it

Has a very limited amount of patience for bullshit

Sore loser 

Super stubborn about the most pointless things

Angry crier

His one redeeming quality is that he works really hard

Is super awkward about expressing worry for people he cares about 

Wears sweatpants and comfortably large clothes a lot 

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I wonder how long it was before Midoriya realised he shouldn’t go to hero cons without wearing a disguise/mask of some sort. You KNOW he was cruising through the con hall bare-faced during his years at school high, even though he would get asked every 15 minutes or so, “Hey, aren’t you one of the Class 1-A kids?”

Which MEANS he was probably out there post-graduation too, when he finally finds the time for a day off. And he’s surprised by other people’s surprise. A rookie hero at a con? It’s not that weird, is it?

At what point does he realise he needs to wear a disguise?? What rank does he get to before he thinks, “Maybe I’m not Just Another Fan.” Imagine those poor con goers. You’re there to check out hero merch and attend a few panels, and there’s Actual UA Graduate and Pro Hero, Deku, rifling through a tub of posters right next to you

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Fun Fact

Die türkischen Wörter für Oma sind wortwörtlich übersetzt Muttermutter (Mütterlicherseits) und Vatermutter (Väterlicherseits)

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“I used to play catch with my dad, except the ball would just hit the wall because he wasn’t there.”

— - Midoriya Izuku

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Me: *Goes into the BNHA tags* 

Me: *Sees people write posts admitting they’re starting to like Toshinori/Inko*

Me: 

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Operation to make ‘Eri smile happily’ ft. soft Bakugou 

Eri said that she doesn’t remember how to smile ;;;; She even ask Mirio and Midoriya how to smile again ;;;

Read from right to left– And I really don’t know Eri-chan’s colour yet– so yeah ;;;

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My Hero Academia and Onion Headlines

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11am: gonna draw now

6pm: here we go… just about ready to draw

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Fanfic news

So I just posted two new chapters on my villain Deku fanfic!

Special thank to @4annfals for beta reading for me!!

It anyone wants to check the story out here’s the link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12838003/1/It-Runs-in-the-Family