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endeavor: I'm gonna show my son how to catch a famous serial killer! (Stain)

his son: *disappears, comes back having beaten said serial killer with his friends*

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Momo: Do you think… we could be more than friends?

Shoto: We already are.

Momo: 😳

Shoto: We’re best friends.

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ooc. todobaku and todoiida being my otp

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sb: name perfection

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Depending on how you look at it, Bakugou is abasing himself.

every todobaku scene 179/?

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It was rare to catch sight of Bakugo being lost in thought, unbothered by his presence, wearing an expression Shoto hadn’t gotten the chance to see from a close distance many times before— an expression he noticed for the first time. It was until recently, that Shoto hadn’t been in the proper mindset to pay attention to all the ways in which his friends behaved in his presence, apathetic to the emotions of others as much as he was to his own. In his latest efforts to understand himself, he began trying to understand those to surround him.

What could be the thoughts that occupy Bakugo’s mind? He couldn’t tell, most of the time, despite his classmate being honest and direct in how he carried himself. It seemed reminding Bakugo of his existence made any other thoughts vanish into thin air. Indeed he had been staring, a mix of curiosity and concern, wondering if something could be troubling the other. He should have expected such a reaction, deserved it, for he knew very well what it was like to be stared at as if there was ‘something’ on his face. ❝ Okay. ❞ He was relieved, though, to see him return to his usual self.

However, in between yelling, in all of his classmate’s seemingly hysterical reactions, Bakugo always tried to deliver TRUTHS nobody else dared to speak of— Shoto was slow to realize, but eventually he understood. ❝ You’re right, ❞ There was nowhere to search for answers but himself. It was himself, he first needed to look at. ❝ Thanks, Bakugo. ❞

▒ ANSWERED ᴹᴱᴹᴱ ! ❝ is something wrong? ❞ | ➳ @deibreak ＋ (your Katsuki and my Shoto 💕 )

“ Hah?? ” WHAT THE HELL. Irritation is slow to display itself ━━ what was that? But no, he heard right, because that damn half and half was looking right at him. Watched Bakugou's expression shift, stared at him the entire time, was that it? Eye twitches, adorning a foul expression ( one would say it's theatrics, but it wasn't, it's just his face ) because whatever had truly made him quiet in thought before seems minuscular in comparison to the over exaggerated anger he decided to deflect Todoroki's way.

“ Quit STARING at me, half and half!! What I'm doing is none of your damn business!! ” But it is now, because he's decided to get up in his personal space instead. A pointed finger jabs at Todoroki's forehead this time. “ Focus on your damn self! ”

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“I feel like when I get involved, other people mess up their hands. I’m like “The Hand Crusher” or something…”

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@ofcrossroads asked:

take this with you . it's a good luck charm . (from Momo)

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 .

Did Momo believe in luck? Most often, his beliefs would align with hers when it came to more abstract notions— notions such as what they considered to be courage, the importance of honesty, or what the responsibilities of a hero should be. Momo was a figure he’d placed his trust on for the reliable partner she was, long before he had started to open up to her for the friend she had become. With her, Shoto often felt as if there wasn’t a need to openly communicate, despite the misunderstandings at the beginning of their relationship, finding comfort in their similar understanding of how people socialized ( better say lack of ), both taking their very first steps on the real world, exposed to behaviors that deviated far from what they’ve known for most their lives.

Her opinion mattered to him, whether there was an explanation to support it or not. Even though luck was an idea he didn’t believe in, didn’t fully understand, nor denied — grounded despite his head often being in the clouds, Shoto was confident this charm would truly bring him good luck. There was no way a gift given from someone held dear wouldn’t serve its proper purpose.

❝ Thank you. ❞ He immediately decorated it on his school bag, somewhere where he’d make sure to see it. ❝ Did you make it? ❞ With her Quirk? Or had she found it in a store, when she thought of him?

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girlfriend material.

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my brother's keeper

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Healing. Often, healing was a much greater challenge than to withstand any pain or heartache. Their family had been trying to heal, long before Toya was lost, or before even Shoto was born— ever since their parents had chosen to lead their lives together, opening a wound that was never meant to close properly, a wound they’d pass to all their children, from their oldest to the youngest. Their parents, in their desperate efforts to heal, they’d treated that open wound in a sloppy and careless way, and like all injuries that weren’t properly cared for, it’d grown in size, ugly and sensitive to the slightest touch, until the infected part needed to be amputated— the oldest son would go missing, the mother would be driven insane, and the youngest son would only live for revenge.

Another side to healing, was to realize there was damage done that couldn’t be reversed, deformation of both the body and soul. Scars that would forever remain ( more than just burnt skin ), missing parts that could not be replaced ( more than a lost arm ). Even after all these years, Shoto couldn’t claim to fully accept his scars, but he was learning how to— learning not to turn away at his own reflection. His efforts started in his teenage years, when he began to question the hero the person he wanted to become, to this day, where he’d sit across his brother who had survived many years of insufferable pain, his brother who had wished for his death for the biggest part of his life, and now was pushing his limits just to have soba with him.

To heal, for some was to surpass one’s limits, while for others, to know where they any longer couldn’t. And Natsuo had long exceeded his own. Shoto understood the reasons he wished to stay away. The reasons he no longer wanted any relation to their family. Natsuo had fought a battle that had never been his own — risked his life, to stop Toya — and withdrew, finding escape to a life he could call his own. If Natsuo didn’t want to look back, if he could keep moving forward on his own, Shoto would try to fill in for his absence, for the empty seat at the dining table. It was his responsibility after all, as much as it was their father’s— to atone, and to make sure everyone in their family could learn to properly live again. 

And yet there was a selfish part of him, who continued to hope. . . Embarrassing, wasn’t it? Close to his mid-twenties, yet his dreams had remained the same— watching his siblings play ball, and being invited to join them. All of them, sitting together to dine at the same table. But they couldn’t turn back time, nor could they all gather, while putting aside all the reasons that made each other’s heart ache. Even so, Toya showing up at their date had proven to him that even the wildest of his imagination could still come true— as if he were five years old again, Shoto would stare at him, with an excitement he hadn’t experienced before. As if had gone back to the timid child he once was, who yearned to belong in his brother’s life. A brother he looked up to ever since he was young, a brother he hadn't had the chance to know, his cool brother who had also wanted to become a hero.

A brother who hadn’t given up, despite all the agony he had gone through, and chose to HEAL. 

He could see right through the pain his brother had to suffer to accompany him on this meal. Stubborn ( they shared the same blood after all ), when Shoto wouldn’t have minded waiting much longer, was it days, weeks, months, or even years for Toya to feel ready— to properly move around on his own, and to stand being in his presence. Could Toya truly call him a hero? His body had suffered enough change over the last few years, and so had his soul, but Shoto didn’t want him to push himself any harder, at least not in his presence— many years ago he had made a promise to him, to face him, make their paths cross, and WALK BESIDE HIM ever since, whether Toya wanted him or not. If Toya still hated him, or the hero he had become, he would have accepted it, just like he had accepted to take on all the sins of their family.

❝ How are you feeling? ❞ He responded to Toya’s grin with a smile of his own, less wide yet honest, matching more to his mild-mannered nature. 

Much  like  his  father,  death had  decided  it  didn't  want  him.  That  was just  one  of  the  many  painful  lessons  he  had  learned  when  he  was  young.  Unlike  his  father,  however,  it  seemed  death hadn't  changed  its  mind,  so  while  his  survival  may  have  surprised  everyone  around  him,  it  hadn't  shocked  him  very  much.

He'd  inherited  more  from  Enji  Todoroki  than  just  his  flames.  His  dogged  persistence  burned  within  him,  too,  and just  like  his  father,  Toya  could  say  achieving  all  of  his  goals  wasn't  everything  it  was  cracked  up  to  be.  But  did  he  really  achieve  his  goals?  Sure,  he  wasn't  being  pushed  away  by  anyone  anymore,  but  their  family  would  always  be  broken.  Natsuo  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  their  father,  and  so, Toya  barely  spoke  to  his  brother  in  the  last  eight  years.  It  seemed  like  something,  or  someone  was  always  destined  to  be  missing.

And  what  about  the  League  of  Villains ?  Toga  and  Shigaraki ?  It  still  felt  surreal  to  him  to  think  that  they  were  gone.  If  you  were  to  ask  him,  they  had  the  most  of  everyone  to  live  for.  It  made  his  entire  situation  more  bitter  still;  the  knowing  that  they  had  died  while  he  lived. . .  Shoto  was  a  silver  lining  in  the  clouds.  The  sweet  amongst  all  the  bitter.  It  was  nice  to  have  a  relationship  with  at  least  one  of  his  brothers,  to  feel  like  he  could  be  forgiven  and  maybe  understood  on  some  level.

❝  Nice n' punctual, a good quaa-lity for a hero. ❞ he rasped, with the best shit-eating grin he could muster as he made his way to sit at their reserved booth. Though he'd never want it to show, even moving around short distances made him tired now.

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Smile!

Anon asked for Shoto with F1 Expression + Fool Color Palette 💕😊

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what does your soul embody?

deep sensitivity

Your soul embodies the beauty of FEELING: getting all excited about a special detail, care for a person, tears, ⟢ Kind, observant, caring. ⟢ A hopeless romantic, but when you have learned to yourself love yourself, might not be as hopeless anymore. The way you experience has many sides and depths to it, everything does, but in your soul it’s all art. Possibly you’re an artistic person yourself. Music for comfort. At your best, you’re open, accept kindness from others and from yourself. Would offer either the sweetest hugs and deepest advice. . . It won’t make you a better person nor will it make your life better to repress yourself. Go on, try and focus on yourself, make yourself proud. While you remain KIND and allow yourself to still be SOFT, there will be love to surround you.

tagged: @fireburial (tysm!! I loved this! also bare with me, I'll be bothering your muse asap!)

tagging: @ofcrossroads , @vonbirden , @mightiboy , @herostoried , @galaxythixf , @maleerie

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DAYBREAK [ ˈdeɪbreɪk ] [ noun ]: the time in the morning when daylight first appears; dawn.

❝ In the midst of darkness, I found there was, within me, an invincible LIGHT. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back. ❞

𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊. a todoroki shōto rp blog from bnha. featuring au verses, modern verses, and verses from multiple fandoms such as spn, servamp, sxf, bsd & more | penned by reina || sideblog. follows from @knightinsourarmor

a study in: heroism, healing, accepting yourself, trying to overcome trauma, being rescued from taking a dark path, kindness, inner warmth, discovering the light, friendship, forgiveness, longing for what you can't have

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

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🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body