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Sometimes my dash breaks into certain discourse and then I know how many people do not read rules before following blogs.

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@mcwscollective 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; “I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.” // toga -> dabi

His  brow  raised  high,  and  his  head  tilted  back  slightly  as  she  said  this,  an  overemphasized  show  of  skepticism  meant  entirely  to  annoy  her,  as  the  corners  of  his  stapled  lips  tugged  up  into  a  rude  little  grin.

❝ Oh  yeah ?  And  who  said  we  were  friends ? Cause I don't recall ever sayin' I was friends with you. ❞  He  asked  her,  hoping  his  flippant,  smart  assed  answer  would  bother  her  as  much  as  he  imagined  it  would. 

It wasn't really the time to be a jerk but in his eyes, in a state of vulnerability there was no better time than to try and repel people away from him as much as possible. The alternative of needing them was far worse, especially when he had learned so few people could be relied on in such a way.

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That  made  the  feeling  mutual. He  didn't  expect  to  bump  into  a  hero  here  on  a  stupid  errand  like  this. Probably  one  of  the  worst  heroes  for  him  to  run  into,  too. Rabbit  hero:  Mirko. She  was  powerful  and  so  fast. A  close-range  nightmare. 

❝ Hey,  bunny  girl. ❞  He  greeted,  cool  as  ever,  not  allowing  any  concern  he  had  about  her  strength  or  capabilities  to  show  as  he  continued making light of the situation. ❝ You  stalkin'  me  or  something ?  I'd  rather  not  fight,  though,  y'know ?  'M  kinda  busy. ❞  He  knew  that  wouldn't  work  but  figured  if  he  didn't  poke  the  bear  ━  Or  the  rabbit  rather  ━  maybe  he  wouldn't  get  his  head  booted  off  his  shoulders  right  away. 

@hostica liked for a starter for Dabi from Mirko

"Oh, you want another round?"

When she went out on patrol today, she didn't think she would find a League member. She especially didn't think it would be one of their stronger members according to the Commission. That had her blood pumping as her right leg stamped the ground a little.

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𝕯𝖆𝖇𝖎 ; Future / Rehab AU.

AU  /  What  If  surrounding  the  future  of  MHA  after  the  war  arc. Toya  has  undergone  several  reconstructive  surgeries  over  the  last  three  years  and  has  proved  himself  nightmarishly  resistant  and  hellishly  determined  to  get  back  to  his  old  self  in  spite  of  any  obstacles  in  his  way. His  family  have  been  huge  supporters  in  his  recovery  and  seem  just  as  determined  to  have  Toya  back  to  his  old  self  as  he  is. 

The  premises:  The  events  of  the  war  arc  and  everything  leading  up  to  it  had  greatly  shaken  the  hero  society  in  Japan. Many  pro  heroes  quit  before  the  war  could  take  place,  and  many  more  died  during  it. However,  the  root  cause  of  the  battle  taking  place  had  not  fallen  upon  deaf  ears. Deku,  Uravity  and  Shoto  Todoroki  had  grown  to  look  upon  "their  villains"  as  not  merely  monsters  seeking  senseless  destruction  and  chaos  but  as  fellow  human  beings  who  had  been  suffering  from  the  unfair  ideals,  teachings  and  prejudice  of  their  false  society.     Hoping  to  make  a  change,  these  three  heroes  sought  to  reach  out  to  the  villains,  battling  them  not  as  forces  of  oppression  but  as  fellow  human  beings  with  similar  goals  and  experiences;  they  were  joined  by  their  comrades,  who,  too,  had  hoped  to  reach  their  adversaries  and  find  common  ground  to  end  the  suffering.      With  AFO  eventually  defeated  and  the  villains  subdued  by  the  heroes,  they  and  many  likeminded  pro's  continued  on  this  course,  reaching  out  to  the  government  and  anyone  who  would  listen  to  advocate  for  greater  leniency  on  behalf  of  the  villains  by  making  their  cases  and  stories  known. Instead  of  obliteration,  rehabilitation  was  decided  upon,  hoping  to  be  the  first  step  in  showing  a  fundamental  change  in  the  world  around  them.      To  this  end,  the  government  established  a  rehabilitation  program,  and  the  former  villains  were  offered  a  place  within  it. Taking  place  at  the  world-class  Tamashiro  psychiatric  facility  in  Tokyo,  the  villains  opted  to  begin  on  their  paths  to  recovery.  [  Discord  link  ] 

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𝕯𝖆𝖇𝖎 ; Zombie / Apocalypse AU.

My  Hero  Academia  meets  the  Zombie  Apocalypse  based  on  detailed  lore  of  my  own  creation,  inspired  by  series  such  as  Resident  evil  and  Sweet  home.  Dabi  is  one  of  the  survivors  of  the  Deika  City  compound. 

The  premises:  Set  before  the  paranormal  liberation  war  and  a  few  months  after  the  arrest  of  Humarise  cult  leader,  Flect  Turn,  a  terrifying  virus  was  mysteriously  unleashed  into  the  world,  causing  the  infection  of  animals  and  humans  within  the  target  area,  rapidly  spreading  across  major  areas  of  Japan. The  heroes,  who  were  preparing  to  counter  the  villain  uprising  in  the  Gunga  mountains,  were  caught  unprepared  for  the  rapid  outbreaks  across  the  country,  quickly  losing  their  foothold  against  the  virus,  which  left  nothing  but  carnage  and  terror  in  its  wake  and  changed  dichotomy  between  heroes  and  villains  forever.      Mot  much  is  known  about  this  pathogen's  origins,  and  investigation  attempts  have  thus  far  yielded  few  results  because  of  its  rapid  spread  and  the  devastating  chaos  surrounding  it. What  is  known  is  that  the  virus  seems  to  be  a  highly  tailored  and  weaponized  combination  of  unknown  quirks  and  the  drug  trigger. Man-made. This  appears  to  have  been  a  retaliation  attempt  from  the  Humanrise  cult,  who  had  intended  to  use  the  virus  to  cull  the  high  percentage  of  the  population  that  possesses  quirks. However,  it  would  appear  the  virus  has  been  released  in  an  unfinished  state,  as  it  infects  humans  indiscriminately,  whether  with  or  without  quirks.  Naturally,  humans  possessing  quirks  before  infection  are  far  more  dangerous  once  infected. A  virus  has  one  goal:  to  spread. A  super  virus  such  as  this  can  transform  its  host  and  utilize  any  biological  components  within  it  to  amplify  and  increase  its  chance  of  feeding  and  spreading  to  other  bodies. Typically,  the  quirk's  strength  determines  the  carrier's  strength  and  devastation. However,  there  are  exceptions.      in  some  cases,  those  with  weaker  quirks  become  incredibly  adaptable  killing  machines,  while  those  once  considered  blessed  by  their  quirk  do  not  evolve  much  at  all  and  sometimes  appear  to  fall  victim  to  their  human  limitations. It's  theorized  this  may  have  something  to  do  with  the  level  of  brain  and  bodily  damage  sustained  by  the  host  before  they're  taken  by  the  infection.      With  human  civilization  rapidly  succumbing  to  this  man-made  monstrosity,  it  would  appear  that  those  seeking  to  save  the  world  from  a  theorized  doomsday  have  incidentally  assured  its  arrival.  Can  you  survive  the  spread ?  Or  will  you  become  part  of  the  horde ?  [  Discord  link ]  

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after careful consideration i’ve decided to become an abomination

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It’s a deal then? 

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that’s a really interesting interpretation of this character. i actually hadn’t seen it that way before. unfortunately you are wrong and stupid but i think it’s great that you tried.

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Hopper  was  coming  right  towards  him,  and  all  he  could  do  for  what  felt  like  an  eternity  was  stare,  like  a  deer  stood  before  a  truck,  eyes  wide  as  the  headlights  barreled  towards  it,  each  second  bringing  it  closer  to  an  end. Some  part  of  him  wished  this  scene  truly  was  as  simple.       Indeed,  he  wished  once  Hopper  reached  him,  he  could  say  it  was  all  over,  but  rather,  whatever  it  was,  it  was  just  beginning  and  suddenly,  he  had  to  find  the  courage  to  speak. Papa  would  be  mad. Madder,  perhaps,  than  he  had  ever  been  before. It  was  a  daunting  thought  because,  no  matter  how  he  wanted  to  be  free,  he  wasn't  and  Papa  ruled  here.     

 He  gave  a  smile  and  a  nod,  eyes  finally  falling  away  from  the  detective  as  he  began  to  fiddle  idly  with  the  mop  in  his  hands. ❝ Yes,  I'm  fine. ❞  It  was  a  terrible  lie,  one  that  wouldn't  have  been  too  hard  to  pick  up  on  if  his  skittish  behavior  was  anything  to  go  on. He  was  doing  his  best  to  look  around  without  making  this  obvious. Perhaps  he  was  fortunate  he  couldn't  see  a  camera  above  him  and  this  gave  him  a  boost  of  confidence,  though  his  caution  remained. His  voice  fell  quiet  and  severe  in  its  tone  as  he  continued. 

 ❝ I  might  be  able  to  help  you. I  know  what  happened  here. The  reason  for  the  power  outage. ❞  Again,  his  voice  fell  softer,  now  little  more  than  a  whisper.  ❝ And  the  two  missing  guards. ❞ Once  he  started  talking,  he  wasn't  sure  how  to  stop  it,  despite  the  danger  to  himself  and  the  pounding  in  his  chest. None  of  this  was  planned,  and  he  knew  Papa  was  powerful,  but  even  he  had  rules  he  had  to  play  by,  right ?   ❝  Can  I  go  with  you ?  To  the  police  station ? ❞ 

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All Might 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; we don't have to do this

He  hadn't  expected  to  run  into  All  Might,  of  all  people. Anyone,  and  it  had  to  be  All  Might ?  Whatever,  no  matter  who  it  was,  he  wasn't  looking  to  have  a  friendly  little  conversation  and  yet.... This  was  All  Might,  the  one man  beside  his  deranged  father  who  had  a  part  in  who  or  rather  what  he  was  now... Crazy  to  think  that  and  to  know  that  All  Might  would  have  no  idea  what  a  role  he  played  in  the  destruction  of  his  life.     

❝ Don't  we ?  If  thats  the  case,  then  you'd  better  just  let  me  walk, All Might. ❞  It  was  unlikely  he  wouldn't  try  something,  and  Dabi  wondered  if  he  should  just  start  shooting  off  flames,  hoping  to  burn  the  other  man  to  a  crisp... Wouldn't  that  be  an  insane  twist  of  fate ?  If  he  just  burned  All  Might  to  death ? 

What  a  sick  and  delightfully  twisted  way  to  achieve  his  father's  goal,  even  if  that  didn't  mean  anything  right  now. He  couldn't  help  but  smile  at  the  thought. ❝ You  wanna  know  something  wild  while  we're  here ?  You're  actually  the  whole  reason  I  exist. ❞        

Another  thing  he  couldn't  help  was  talking. He  never  thought  he'd  ever  get  to  speak  to  All  Might... He  didn't  even  know  he  wanted  to  do  that  in  the  first  place... And  yet,  here  he  was... Unable  to  help  himself  from  talking.  Kind  of  like  a  child. A  strange,  unstable  one,  as  the  case  may  have  been.

 ❝ See,  I  was  bred  to  succeed  you... But  when  my  father  decided  I  couldn't  do  that,  he  completely  discarded  me. I  still  think  I  could've  had  a  shot  if  things  had  gone  differently,  though. I  worked  really  hard,  and  my  flames  are  really  powerful ! What  do  you  think, All Might ?  D'you  think  a  kid  like  me  with  a  weak  body  and  an incompatible  quirk  could've  been a hero ? ❞

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Normally,  Henry  wasn't  allowed  this  far  out  of  the  lab,  but  accidents  tended  to  happen  as  Papa  meddled  with  forces  he  could  never  hope  to  understand. The  latest  blunder  had  brought  him  and  many  of  the  other  staff  members  who  often  worked  far  deeper  in  the  heart  of  the  lab,  where  all  the  bad  things  happened,  up  to  the  surface. To  the  very  front  reception,  in  fact. Here,  there  were  policemen. They  went  around  asking  employees  questions  about  the  latest  "incident."  Routine  police  stuff  of  course. It's  here  when  Henry  spotted  a  somewhat  familiar  face... James  Hopper...

 He's  sure  it's  him. He's  older,  fatter  and  hairier. But  it  had  to  be  him. Of  course,  Henry  didn't  know  Jim  very  well. But  years  ago,  when  he  first  came  to  live  in  Hawkins,  they  had  attended  the  same  school,  with  Jim  being  a  few  years  his  senior.

The  thoughts  that  cascaded  through  his  mind  were  foolish... There  was  no  guarantee  that  Jim  would  recognize  him,  yet  a  sad  scenario  of  finally  being  saved  played  in  his  mind. He  found  himself  so  lost  in  these  thoughts  that  he  hadn't  yet  realized  he'd  been  staring  at  the  other  man  with  burning  intent  this  entire  time,  his  hands  clutching  the  handle  of  the  mop  he  held  for  grim  life.  He  had  barely  even  noticed  when  Jim's  eyes  caught  his  own,  he  only  began  to  return  to  his  precarious  reality  when  the  man  he  had  been  eying  so  intensely  began  to  actually  come  toward  him. 

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Mystifying to me how "the villains are too far gone to be saved" can be such a prolific take in the MHA fandom when the whole point of their story is that nobody ever even *tried* to save them in the first place before they became villains, so theyre just making an arbitrary assumption or declaration with no actual evidence that they couldnt be saved.

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New color spread for MHA Team Up Mission 39

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There  was  no  saving  anyone  who  had  been  chosen. He  learned  that  a  long,  long  time  ago. And  yet,  still... Still,  part  of  him  tried  to  make  this  easier. Not  on  himself,  he  supposed. He  lost  the  need  for  ease  just  as  long  ago... But  for  them. Though  he  couldn't  save  them... He  could  change  them... Preserve  them.  One  final  defiance.     

Their  brutal  end  could  be  forgotten,  and  their  new  beginning  was  something  they  could  ease  into. Before  they  knew  it,  they'd  all  be  one. But  while  they  were  separate,  there  was  much  to  see  and  to  learn. A  journey  he  wouldn't  mind  acting  as  some  kind  of  guide;  it  was,  perhaps,  and  always  had  been  his  destiny.  A  collector  and  a  guide  of  these  souls,  blessed  by  the  dark.  

❝ You  have  to  be  careful  here. You'll  find  nothing  is  as it  seems. ❞   He  added,  looking  up  at  the  shimmering,  reflective  sky  that  appeared  to  move  like  waves  on  the  sea. He  seemed... Content,  despite  the  strangeness  all  around  him.  As  though  it  was  all  entirely  normal. 

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After  Twice's  experience  with  that  one  Yakuza,  the  bastard  known  as  Overhaul  that  Dabi  never  had  the  displeasure  of  meeting,  most  of  the  recruitment  efforts  for  the  League  had  fallen  to  him. Twice  didn't  trust  himself  to  bring  on  anyone  else.  And  Dabi ?  He  could  be  either  the  best  or  worst  person  for  the  job,  depending  on  how  you  wanted  to  look  at  it. Either  way,  the  truth  was  that  Twice  was  kind-hearted  and  so  desperate  to  see  good  in  his  fellow  villains.       

The  man  considered  himself  a  loser  and  a  low  life,  which  meant  he  was  blind  to  real  monsters  when  he  saw  them. The  problem  here  was  that  not  all  villains  were  like  Twice  or  himself. Some  of  them  weren't  down  on  their  luck  or  misunderstood. Some  of  them  were  just  criminals. True  trash. Self-centered  psychopaths  with  no  convictions. And  that's  why  Dabi  burned  so  damn  many  of  them.       

Though  it  seemed  he  wasn't  the  only  one  doing  a  little  recruiting  lately. The  new  person  wasn't  any  of  his  doing,  at  least,  and  so  far,  he  hadn't  had  much  of  a  chance  to  get  acquainted. Not  that  he  cared,  of  course. Arriving  at  the  hideout,  he's  surprised  that  most  of  the  others  are  absent.  Usually,  they  were  all  just  sitting  around  feeling  sorry  for  themselves. 

❝ Woow.  Don't  tell  me  everyone  else  is  out  doing  something  for  once. That'd  be  a  first. ❞

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Eleven 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out .

The  children  here... Sometimes,  it  was  hard  to  believe  they  all  came  from  him. Many  of  them  had  shown  themselves  to  be  vicious,  jealous  and  spiteful. Surely,  Papa's  twisted  influence  played  a  part,  but  he'd  never  been  so  cruel  as  a  child,  and  the  same  wasn't  true  of  others... Others  were  much  more  like  he  was. Maybe  none  more  so,  however,  than  subject  Eleven. She  was  quiet,  gentle... Unsure  and  always  left  apart  from  the  other  children... As  though  she  lived  in  a  type  of  bubble  that  no  one  could  see. 

He  was  like  that  when  he  was  young. He  never  understood  why. Here,  again,  Eleven  was  on  her  own,  but  she  had  a  strange  look  on  her  face  this  time,  and  he  couldn't  help  but  feel  concerned. While  he  wasn't  supposed  to  interact  with  the  children  unless  necessary,  his  concern  made  it  feel  very  necessary,  so  he  abandoned  his  post  off  at  the  side  of  the  room  and  approached  the  girl.

❝ Eleven. ❞  He  addressed  so  as  not  to  startle  the  girl  as  he  approached  before  asking,  ❝ Are  you  okay ? ❞  however,  on  closer  inspection,  he  noticed  it. The  wrist  she  nursed... It  was  bruised. His  question  changed  with  this  as  he  kneeled  down  to  get  a  better  look,  now  more  at  eye  level  with  the  girl. ❝ What  happened to your wrist ? ❞

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The  look  on  his  face  pretty  much  says  it  all  as  he  stares  her  down. He'd  made  up  his  mind  right  then,  and  there  she  was  not  allowed  to  pick  out  clothes  for  him,  and  there  would  be  no  recovering  from  this. ❝ I'm  not  doing  that,❞  He  stated  simply. ❝ Now  get  it  outta  my  face  before  I  incinerate  it, ❞  he  added,  as  curt  and  friendly  as  ever  as  he  turned  to  the  clothes  rack  he'd  been  eying  and  continued  to  shuffle  through  the  shirts  on  display  there.     

 Funnily  enough,  they  were  all  darkly  coloured,  just  like  she  said. Blacks,  navy,  a  dark  grey  or  two,  some  dark  green. Mostly  jewel  tones  and  typically  oversized. The  man  did  have  an  aesthetic;  that  much  was  true.   

❝ You're  really  one  to  talk  about  expandin'  wardrobes, y'know,  given  you've  been  wearin'  that  school  uniform  the  whole  time  I've  known  you. ❞  He  pointed  out.  ❝ Hell,  maybe  I  should  be  the  one  dressing  you. ❞  He  pointed  out  as  he  turned  back  to  her,  the  suggestion  of  a  smug  little  smirk  threatening  to  drag  itself  onto  his  face.