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I’ve been writing (still working on it) a new fanfic involving the founders. HashiSaku, TobiSaku and MadaSaku! It’s called The Possibilities, here’s the link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/47880880 

Check it out and enjoy! 

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UA’s future Big Three matching hoodie gang // what was clothes practice turned into my boys again, what a surprise, also I tried a new coloring style and I don’t know anymore??

Of course Izuku was the one who started this. Being the shameless fanboy he is, he simply couldn’t resist not buying Kacchan’s hoodie to add to his hero collection. C’mon, it even had that sparky head pieces, how could he leave it there? Shouto followed, ordering Midoriya’s hoodie the second he saw him in Bakugou’s. Because it’s Izuku “itsyourpower” Midoriya, you know.

When the rest of 2A (yeah, they’re growing up) saw these two the next week in matching hoodies, it was set. Fortunately, Christmas was just around the corner, so they bought Todoroki’s for Bakubro as a present. The truth is that Kaminari had to paralyze Bakugou a little so they could actually dress him in it, stopping his: “What the fuck, why should I wear fucking IcyHot’s hoodie,” but eventually he gave in (luckily the hoodie was heat-resistant). It was Christmas after all… and at least it wasn’t Deku’s obnoxious green.

He was then spoted few times wearing it voluntarily around the dorm, smirk on his face when he thought no one is watching.

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Huh. I guess Inosuke x Aoi became canon. That’s neat.

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i just got this comment over on twitter and honestly i think this is one of my favorite things that has ever been said to me about writing

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“Princess, tell me what the fuck did I ever do to you in my last life for you to torture me like this,” Katsuki beseeches. “Do you wake up every morning, thinking how you’re going to fuck with me today?”

Kasumi pouts. “Stop being so overdramatic,” says the Queen of Overdramatic. “I just want to help you find a mate because you’re getting old, Daddy,” she continues. “I worry about you a lot, like what happen when I’m not there to help you?”  

Katsuki sputters in indignation. "I’m twenty-nine, you little monster!” he hisses.

She cocks her head thoughtfully. “That would explain the grey hair I saw this morning.”

Instinctively, he reaches for his hair as the little monster grins victoriously. “I’m kidding, Daddy,” she coos. “Of course, you don’t have any. You look handsome as always.”

Katsuki glares, dropping his hand back. “If I have any grey hair, it won’t be my age or my job that cause it. It’ll be you.”

Kasumi roll her eyes. “Please, I’m a blessing, and you know it,” she says with all the confident of a ridiculously spoiled only child, the apple of her grandparents’ eyes, and who never had to share anything in her fucking life. “You’re lucky to even have such a smart, pretty, and thoughtful daughter like me, Daddy.”

“Then why does it feel like a curse most of the time,” he grumbles, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. She just had to open her mouth about his bachelorhood.

“Hey, hey,” she protests loudly. “If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have so many suitors clamoring for your time and attention. You can’t just get by with your good looks alone to attract potential mates! So I had to do something to help because you weren’t going to do anything about it.”

“I told you, I’m not interest in finding a mate,” he snaps. “And all your so call ‘suitors’ are absolute trash.”

Kasumi frowns, and actually have the audacity to look sheepish as though she didn’t sell him to the press and now everyone thinks he’s desperate for a mate because he’s pathetically lonely that’s why. “Well, sometimes you have to go through a pile of rocks to find that diamond,” she says.

“What diamond,” he grumbles. “All I’ve seen so far are fucking useless rocks.” He shakes his head and sighs. “Look, I don’t need your help. I’m fine alone. In fact I like it that way.”

“But are you happy?” she insists earnestly, stepping forward. “I just want you to be happy.”

He drops his hands on her shoulders and squeezes. “I’m never going to say this again, so listen up, princess,” he says, voice low and serious. “Having you in my life makes me happy. God knows why, though, but you do.”

Kasumi’s lips wobbles, green eyes glistening. “Daaaaaddy!” she wails, and tackles his legs.

He bends down and wraps his arm around her small body; his pride and joy. The light of his miserable fucking life. He loves this child more than he can than any words can properly encompass it.

“But you’re not getting out of this yet,“ says the little monster, breaking the tender moment.

He scowls into her hair, his breath tickling her ear and she giggles. "Don’t worry, this is the last one I promise,” she says. “And I really, really like him.” Which is a ringing endorsement coming from her. She’s polite and sweet but she actually doesn’t like everyone, she just tolerates them nicely. Unlike him.

“He’s quirkless like me and have the prettiest green eyes I’ve seen,” she continues to tell him, stepping back to give a bright hopeful smile as Katsuki’s stomach drops with dread because her next words are devastating: “His name is Midoriya Izuku, and I want you to meet him, Daddy.”

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Hey guys—

I'm sobbing

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When you’re minding your own business on your way to McDonalds and accidentally listen in on the number one heroes personal family conflict.

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“Papa, we need to talk,” Kasumi says, strolling into the living room with a thick binder tucked against her chest.

“Yes?” Papa stops folding their laundry and turns to her, adopting a serious expression on his face. “Unicorn’s vomit?”  

Kasumi nods her head. Unicorn’s vomit is their secret code for dire, serious business that requires their full attention. “It’s about your marriage,” she answers gravely.

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I got up from bed just to do this

Lines by Horikoshi, obviously. I just relined and colored it.

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He’s babey

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I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED KACCHAN WITH HIS MASK UP UNTIL NOW

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How to survive a shitty dinner invitation

- a guide by Kacchan and Deku.

As you dread your upcoming awkward Thanksgiving dinners, remember you could be invited to a Todoroki family dinner instead. It’s so funny to watch it go to shit on the faces of Midoriya and Bakugou. 

A war-cry! kind invitation. From your boss. 

Challenge accepted by the unsuspecting recruits, and the one unenthusiastic person who knows what’s coming….

Watch the penny drop…

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What Sasuke really wanted to say/do..

What you think happened:

What really happened:

What Sasuke said:

What he was really saying:

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Oh the reveal 

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Man i just miss tumblr so much. I mean I love Twitter with passion but I messed up my account because I filled it with my weeb stuff and my irl friends saw all the stuff I liked it (even the weird and nsfw stuff lmao 😆) and here I can scream into the void cause no one my irl friends come here anymore.

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Since Sasuke tells Sakura "next time" for going on a journey together, how about their journey together? Kinda discovering themselves as a couple?

(a/n: i am the slowest, most easily distracted writer in the world orz also, ahahahaha, this is totally not what you wanted orz orz )

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sasuke has taken to telling her “sorry, next time”, like some scum-bag debt-ridden parolee trying to weasel his way out of trouble. either that, or he’s seeing someone else on the side.

sasuke considers these two options thoughtfully. “i am a parolee,” he points out. “i am not seeing anyone else on the side.”

“how would i know,” sneers sakura, and then reaches across the breakfast table for sasuke’s juice. she takes a spitefully long drink.

“the lady who sells mackerels at the market almost spat in my face yesterday,” says sasuke. “i saw her forming the spit wad in her mouth.”

sakura looks at him for several moments. sasuke is exactly this sort of terrible and incompetent when he tries to comfort someone. sakura despairs because she finds it charming.

he continues, “so, i don’t think you have to worry. no one else would have me.”

“wow,” says sakura. “that really makes me feel good.”

“it shouldn’t,” says sasuke, terrible and incompetent and tone-deaf. “you have a garbage boyfriend, is what you have.”

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ten years ago, if anyone had told sakura that one day sasuke would refer to himself as a “garbage boyfriend”, sakura—well, sakura would probably have punched their face in, for daring to link “sasuke-kun” and “garbage” in the same sentence.

these days, sakura has mostly given up being surprised by sasuke’s moments of depressingly frank self-assessments. on some level, she should have expected it. sasuke is not the most self-aware person in terms of what he wants and what would make him happy; but he’s always been clear-eyed about his own ability. getting him to admit to being a boyfriend was difficult; having him admit that he is terrible at most boyfriendly things is ridiculously easy. unprompted, even.

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things sasuke is terrible at:- planning dates- remembering to show up for dates- going on dates- dates

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“—i watched it all by myself, and i’m not sorry. you missed out on a marvel of cinematic achievement, you asshole. did you sleep all day?”

“i lost a lot of blood last week,” says sasuke, from under a pile of blankets on the couch.

sakura throws a sock at his head. “liar! i ordered your blood transfusions myself! you were well within your normal blood-loss range.”

“ah,” says sasuke, sounding caught.

“ah, he says,” mutters sakura, and then gets up from the floor to fetch the sock she had thrown at sasuke’s head. there’s a hole in the heel she needs to darn. sasuke looks up at her from under his blankets. “thread the needle for me,” mumbles sakura, faltering in her anger. sasuke in domestic moments is a lethal thing.

he reaches for the needle and thread. there’s a flash of red in his eyes as he pushes the thread through the eyehole of the needle. “i did sleep all day,” admits sasuke, and passes the needle back to her. “the blankets smell like you.” then he adds, devastatingly, “i didn’t want to leave.”

“i smell like me! come to the movies with me next time!” snaps sakura—but it’s a lost cause. she never stays angry at sasuke like this, when he’s home and safe and sleepy.

“hmm,” says sasuke. he smiles at her, boyish and young. “you should stay in bed with me next time.”

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things sasuke is excellent at:- weaseling his way to forgiveness with nary an apology.

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