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cringe fail loserboy that i dont even care about

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i am too burnt out to be a person i think today i need to be a dog

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peeing in a Home Depot bathroom right now and i’m not sure why but it’s kinda giving domestic erasermic. yamada’s out there searching for the tools they need to build that deck they’ve been talking about and aizawa’s taking a bathroom break and looking at pictures of their cat. you get the picture

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as another tøp x mha fan: op can i marry you

this is so niche, but one of my friends has recently gotten me into tøp lore, while another friend has been talking to me about mha nonstop, so i ended up doodling the weirdest possible mashup ever

also recently unretired my twitter, but i’ve honestly been too scared to post anything

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kids tdbkdk playing with bugs is the only thought saving me from the fact that there are spiders in my area and one of them crawled across my fingers

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALL MIGHT!!!

at the moment i have nothing new prepared for this day, but if anyone is interested you’re free to go back and read the oneshot i wrote two years ago—

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47793028

and if i have time perhaps i will do something else. but we will see!

in the meantime, everyone say happy birthday all might!! and in his honor, it’d be great if you could do an act of service and be a hero for someone else today <3

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this is so good i’m actually going to bite my own arm off

On that day Touya died, and I was born as Dabi.

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this is still so cute and exciting and cool!! congrats michi i’m so happy for you!!!!!

YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE IT!

Not only was I able to get Aizawa's VA signature, but the others (minus Todoroki, who left yesterday) as well!

There wasn't a line for Crimson Riot and Denki, and the line for Aizawa was less than like, 8 minutes? Because there were some big wigs doing signings and panels nearby too (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

The man who voices Crimson Riot was so nice! He took a few free photos with me because it was my first convention, and the man who voices Denki was a big delight to meet too (о´∀`о) He really tries acting similar to Denki lol (that's why he chose the quote he did after I told him "surprise me" :⁠,⁠-⁠) )

Aizawa's VA was super sweet! The meeting was brief but he was really nice ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ

I'm elated! ୧꒰*´꒳`*꒱૭✧

(debating on sharing a censored picture of me with Aizawa's VA ^⁠_⁠^;;)

Thank you all who wished me luck! U⁠ ⁠´⁠꓃⁠ ⁠`⁠ ⁠U

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you guys are so not going to believe what my current wip is

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i cannot believe i keep forgetting to reblog this because it’s literally one of my favorite artworks you’ve ever done. they are so sweet together and it just. my heart is going to explode. her little hand against his big one. open-mouthed snoring. on her back. how safe she must feel tucked up next to him like that. how protective he feels of her. yeurrrl i am weeping

forgive me for the ramble i am about to leave here, but.

when he first takes her in, i think he makes a point of giving her a room to herself. a safe space, y’know? and he assumes that the first few weeks or months will be especially difficult, as she’s still so young and adjusting to a world she’s never been allowed to see—but he knows she’ll settle in with time.

it helps that eri is an incredibly brave girl. he admires her a lot for that, i think. she may be terrified, but she keeps moving in spite of her fear and how young she is. she’s also very trusting, despite everything that’s happened—and he could never, ever take advantage of that trust. the room locks, should she need it. he tells her that he has a key for her safety, but he’s going to put it in this drawer here, and he’ll never use it unless he’s worried she might be in danger. it’s up to her what she does with the door and lock.

for what it’s worth, i don’t think she ever locks it. closes it, maybe, just for the first few nights. it feels a little more secure that way, and it also helps her know that aizawa won’t come in without warning. he always knocks when her door is closed, and if he just has a question, often asks it through the wood. it’s reassuring. she trusts him even more.

but the peaceful nights don’t last. inevitably, she’s feeling safe enough to leave her door open. and inevitably, she has nightmares. what child wouldn’t? i’m sure they nearly paralyze her with fear. she cries. cries out, even—begging for chisaki to stop, she’ll come back, just don’t hurt them—and can’t bring herself to escape the dreams.

aizawa, of course, doesn’t hesitate to take action. even if she’s safe and tucked sweetly in her bed, clearly, she needs him. she needs comfort. i’m sure he feels just a little guilty about entering her room without permission, but he gently shakes her awake and reassures her it was only a nightmare, that she’s safe here, he’ll protect her. she clings to him then, little fingers curled tight against his shirt, and pleads with him in a tiny voice to stay, don’t go.

those nights, he sits with her on the bed. sometimes in his lap, tucked against his chest; other times, she just lays beside him. he strokes her hair, talks to her in a low voice, and tells her—always—just how brave she is. how much he admires her. she falls asleep like this, soothed by the promises of a tomorrow, and though aizawa knows he’ll be sore later, he’s grateful for the chance to hold her.

i imagine this is one such night. maybe she even asked to sleep in his bed this time, if that’s okay. she sleeps better when he’s there to protect her, but she doesn’t want her small bed to be hurting him. she just needs to know if he’ll let her sleep here or not. of course, he does. why wouldn’t he? yes, eri, if you want to rest here, you can.

and she does. and he follows through. i think they look a lot like you’ve shown them in this piece—because aizawa needs to keep her safe, and that is clear in your art. she never feels safer than when the two of them cuddle like that. everything’s better like this.

and aizawa, well. he was designed to be a dad. that’s all. he loves her. she loves him, too. and she trusts him more than anyone in the world.

schnork mi mi mi

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ok so siblings touya, toga, katsuki, and monoma. are we clear

the dichotomy of kats… would you guys kill me if I wrote some monoma-positive content years after writing spark plug. in my defense season seven and that art with shinsou really changed him in my eyes. he’s still annoying af in the earlier seasons but… the content… and bakugou… and… i’ve got thoughts alright

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ok so let’s talk about how (according to my fic concept lore) neither of them remembered who they used to be until a traumatic injury forced recollection. let’s talk about knowing you Are Something now that you Weren’t Before and you cannot remember What Was. and then you discover it, yourself for the first time, and. oh. what do we do about that, hm?

and now let’s talk about shigaraki backhanding hawks because i think more people need to slap him in that manner. specifically backhanded. it’s degrading and i need to write it

i have finally returned to my time zone and all i can think about is shigahawks… send help

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reblogging is easier than commenting for this so. my thoughts (keeping the setting canon-adjacent, just with the vibes of odypen):

keigo has a far away mission. something undercover or just something that’s going to take a lot of time. he and touya are already in a relationship at this point (married, if the fates allow) and neither of them particularly wants him to leave, but it’s not really an optional thing. he needs to go.

needless to say, it’s a difficult operation. and it takes much, much longer than it should. throughout the journey, keigo is desperate to get back home to touya, but everything keeps getting in his way. after a certain point, he (just like odysseus) falls into a sort of “kill them all” mentality, all for the sake of getting home. it’s the most merciless he’s ever been, and if anyone ever found out he was responsible for those acts, he’d never see the light of day again. (no one does. he’s quick and he’s clean. the only people that will have to carry the weight of what he’s done are himself and touya.)

by the time he finally gets back (in keeping with the pattern of odypen), touya is under some threat of his own. this is where i really think keigo shines as odysseus, because i have no doubt he would slaughter anyone and everyone standing between him and touya. and personally might i just say i am a big fan of murderous hawks. just like odysseus, there’s no one he wouldn’t kill for the sake of his wife husband.

but, when all’s said and done… well. he’s not the sparkling hero he was before he left. not that touya ever considered him that in full—not after twice—but he’s even less so now. truthfully, the title of “hero” has become almost meaningless to him. and here he stands, facing the only other person he could possibly trust to still love him with this much blood on his hands, but still he has to know—

would touya fall in love with him again? maybe not for all the killing, but for how long he had to wait? for the pain he may have endured in keigo’s absence? can he still love a hypocritical hero?

and for touya, of course, the answer is simple. keigo did what he did to come back to him. how could anything else matter?

the thing that fascinates me most about epic odysseus vs original odysseus is the character arc of guilt and ruthlessness he faces. in the odyssey itself, that arc isn’t there and isn’t necessary, both due to the format of the story (a retelling as opposed to a telling), and due to the cultural context of the piece. but in epic, it is necessary, and it adds an interesting human texture to odysseus’s character. that compels me when thinking about keigo because i imagine he is much the same, and i’m sure there even exists a duality in him (hawks vs keigo) similar to original odysseus vs epic odysseus.

i’m running on no sleep so i apologize if this is too ramble-y or if it makes no sense but this is a brief summary of the points i like to consider <3 i’d love to hear your take on epic x dabihawks as well if you’d like to share!!

Can't stop thinking about the silly lil Dabihawks X "Would you fall in love with me again" fic idea I had, it hurts so good and I need to write it

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oh wowie this reminds me of that shigaraki cannibalism dream i had

Devouring his son

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i have finally returned to my time zone and all i can think about is shigahawks… send help

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to touya todoroki at the beginning of the world

the grass is warm. somewhere, there are sheep. it’s a bright yellow day, you know—the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and for the first time in generations, balance has found its way into the hearts of birds and men. love and be loved. give and take.

although i’m sure you’ve noticed by now, the courtroom’s exit signs are green. it’s his favorite color, but you’d never know it just by looking at him. he’s red, he’s gold. he’s quicksilver in your dreams, white like a dove, pink in how he flushes and tucks his face against your neck. who are you kidding, really? watch him soar in the sky, and he’s every color imaginable and all the ones that aren’t. you tried not to fall for it, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

i can’t blame you—no one in their right mind ever could.

you’re not going to admit it, not in so many words, but you’d die all over again just to see him smile. a real one, not fake—the sort of smile reserved just for you, the kind that remembers his name and how you were the one to give it back. he's his own person these days, and that might just be your favorite part. no more chains holding him down, no more cage. once upon a time, you worried that his freedom would be a marker for your loneliness; that, once gone, he would never return.

these days, the lambs aren't sacrificial—they're just lambs.

how could you ever be afraid again?

his feathers fold over your skin, enveloping you like a funeral shroud, and blood wells at the corners of your eyes. you hope to be buried inside of him, flesh stitched to flesh, bound by love, law, and death. yet he does not vow 'til death do you part: i'll find you in the next life, too. i meant what i said, doll, and interlocks your fingers, i won't lose you.

keigo takami. wing hero, hawks.

you feed him your name through a kiss on the wide balcony where both of you now live. nothing is as it was before. you have made him something new and rewritten your own identity, but the weight of your lineage is light on his wings. todoroki, once a curse, now a gift.

(he is yours. you are his.)

the sun is bright where it rests on the horizon, casting his face in an ethereal gold. he is grinning as he withdraws from you, eyes shut, and you cannot resist the urge to chase him, though you know he will not go far. your nose bumps his and he can't seem to help but laugh—your songbird, your hawk, your dove.

you do not deserve him, you know, but you are lucky to have him all the same. for as much as he longs to be human and flawed, you cannot find any fault in him now. he has saved you again, and will continue to do so. he is your hero.

and if you must spend the rest of your days learning to be worthy of this, then perhaps there is no one better to teach you.

he loves you. you love him. it is enough.

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First Draft Fic Series

Hello, all! It’s Serious Kats Time—one of the rare occasions when I actually let autocaps do its job and format my posts in some special way.

“What do you mean, Kats? What could you possibly have to be serious about?”

Well, do you remember when I posted Lullaby earlier this month and mentioned that it went a completely different direction from my initial draft? I thought it might be fun to let you guys see what the beginning stage of that oneshot looked like, and maybe use it as an opportunity to show some other “first draft” type content that you wouldn’t be able to see otherwise.

I’ll admit, I don’t love the idea of letting a bunch of people (strangers and friends alike) see the early stages of my writing process, mostly because I know it’s never my best work. It’s hard to let people read things that I don’t consider “good” or “finished” (as much as any art can be good or finished), and harder when I am not sure how it’ll be received.

That said, I also don’t love the idea of pages and pages of material going unseen forever. I’ve mentioned it before, but y’know that Bakugou fic I have that relentlessly evades me? (I’m working on it, it’s coming along, it just takes time, etc.) … Yeah, I have over 300 pages of content that I’ve outlined, drafted, or scrapped for that one fic over the course of two and a half years. The thought of all of those pages never seeing the light of day plagues me.

(Plus, I’m not naming any names, but some of these drafts might feature characters I haven’t posted anything about… just saying… your fav could be hiding in my notes app right at this very second… and don’t forget that I take fic requests with an incredibly slow response time…)

So, to my friends, readers, and anyone else who might stumble on this post and think, “Wow, I wonder what this person’s writing is like,” I am putting the ball in your court:

In some way, I’m curious as to whether sharing these drafts would help free up some of the space occupied in my mind by my perfectionist tendencies, but I don’t really want to share it if no one has any interest in reading. As such, I’d love it if you could share your thoughts through the poll and/or in the replies/reblogs. Even if you haven’t read my work, I’d be fine just knowing whether the concept itself appeals to you.

Thanks to everyone who took the time to read and respond, and I’ll be back in a week or so to see what the verdict is!