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Also!! Even if my requests are closed, my inbox is always open. I love interacting with others, so feel free to send comments or questions! Or really just anything!

Opening requests!

Limited slots since I'm still getting back into the swing of things. We'll say 3 slots for now :)

Preferably My Hero Academia, but you can request anything (MHA will take priority since that's what I'm most into)

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Opening requests!

Limited slots since I'm still getting back into the swing of things. We'll say 3 slots for now :)

Preferably My Hero Academia, but you can request anything (MHA will take priority since that's what I'm most into)

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work

Change a single letter and change the word game

I want to play a game with you all.

You have to make a new word by changing only one letter of the last word.

Dirt

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By the way, fanfiction isn't the place for reviews or criticism.

When you're a published author, it's like you're preparing a meal in a food competition. You expect a rating and to be told what worked and what didn't to improve your craft and embark on your career.

When you're a fanfiction author, it's like taking some of your free time to enjoy the process of baking cookies and then offering them to someone to be kind.

If you take a cookie from the plate, you don't spit it out and tell them it sucked.

Unless the writer asks for your opinion, you can keep it to yourself.

Adding this to clarify, and you don't have to agree with this by any means, I cannot force you to, but the reason Ao3 and Fanfiction isn't the space for criticism and ratings...is that it is a fan space created by fans for fans.

It isn't school.

It is a space where people with the same interests can congregate and enjoy the same fandom.

When you think about commenting on an fanfic authors fics, don't think if it as fishing around in your pocket to give them a compliment.

Compliments are nice. Most everyone likes compliments.

"I like your character development."

"You paint wonderful imagry."

Those are comments that are compliments. Speaking for myself as a fanfic writer they're nice, but they're not what my fan heart craves.

I want engagement with my readers.

The best comments I get aren't talking about my skill as a writer, but what just happened in the story because you and I (the reader) are already fans of the world created.

Comments like:

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"Did she actually just do that?"

"EXCUSE me?!?!"

None of these comments are compliments and none are critical. They are emotionally aligned with the story. They are engaged and with this engagement we create a little community in this tiny little space we get to call ours.

I cannot stop people from saying cruel things, but I can inform those people of the "dangers" so to speak when people treat fandom spaces like Ao3 as if it's Goodreads.

Writers, who write for themselves and offer it to you out of kindness, can decide that if people are just going to spit out their cookies they don't need to post about them anymore and that is how fandom spaces die.

If you don't like the flavor of cookie they made, or you're allergic to one of its ingredients...don't eat the cookie. Put it back for someone else to enjoy and then go find the flavor you do like.

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𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒: I haven't written in so long, and I haven't written for Dabi/Touya before, so he might be completely OOC. Sorry!! This also took me 2 and a half hours, starting at 2 in the morning, so apologies for any typos!

𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: That's So True by Gracie Abrams. And thanks to @rueclfer for letting me bounce the idea off them!

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Touya Todoroki, ex reader.

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You really aren’t a nosy person. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true, but you usually aren’t so nosy as to keep watch over the guests in each apartment, making excuses for a reason to leave your own apartment every thirty seconds, just to see when, or if, they leave.

You can’t help yourself when it comes to their apartment, though. The one you’ve spent countless hours in, even considering it a home away from home, despite the fact that your actual home was only about five feet away.

But it hasn’t been your second home for a while now. You know the tenants haven’t changed. The decor is the same. But you can’t bring yourself to stay longer than ten minutes. Not when he’s home.

Touya Todoroki, your ex-boyfriend. You dated for three years and know nearly everything about each other, but even though you both swore you’d make it through thick and thin together, it didn’t work out the way you’d hoped. Life never seemed to.

You knew you’d never be able to replace him, but you also knew you were tying each other down. It was for the better this way… It’d sting, but you could manage alone for a while.

Apparently, you were the only one who felt that way, though.

You hadn’t meant to be nosy; you just happened to be taking out your garbage at the same time the woman entered Touya’s apartment. Sure, he shared the place with Keigo, but you hadn’t seen the winged man all day, and no sensible person would invite someone over when they weren’t even home. Which must mean one thing.

Touya’s moved on. Found a new girl to replace you, just like that. You can’t deny she’s pretty, but the fact that he could move on after being with you for three years stung a little. More than a little. It hurt like hell.

But it wasn’t your place to care anymore. It wasn’t like he was cheating. He’s a ‘free bird’ as Keigo liked to joke. You didn’t find it funny.

You didn’t recognize the girl. She wasn’t anyone you’d seen with the League, and she certainly wasn’t Touya’s sister. You’d met Fuyumi before, and as far as you knew, she was the only Todoroki daughter. Besides, they don’t even look alike.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had no more excuses to roam the halls, and anyway, it wasn’t like you couldn’t talk to your neighbors about guests, right?

As you marched across the hall, you almost felt bad for the earful Touya was in for. Almost. He deserved it for this little stunt.

Just as you raise your fist to bang on the door and demand he come out and talk to you like a man, the door swings open. The fiery drive from mere seconds before is extinguished with the sound of the creaking hinges, leaving you feeling off-kilter. Unfortunately for you, there’s no task to suddenly rush off to complete or explain your sudden presence right outside his door.

He leans against the doorframe lazily, as he always does when people leave the apartment, as if he wants to make sure they know their stay is over, and not to try and reenter.

As the girl makes her way down the hall, you decide now’s actually the best time to return to your own apartment, no lecture necessary. She’s gone now, there’s no problem if he wants to have friends…

“Y’need something?” He asks, staying put against the doorframe, despite the visitor being long gone by this point.

You can’t just ignore him. He’s only being polite, after all. And besides, it’s not like you’re angry at him.

Actually. Yeah, you are still a little angry with him.

You spin around to face him again, taking in his lazy posture, the raised eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest. The way he still somehow towers over you, even when he’s slouching—

Focus.

“Uh,” You say, plastering a friendly smile on your lips. What are you even doing?

“Uh?” He echoes teasingly, clearly finding amusement in your position, caught red-handed standing outside his door like that.

“You had a guest.”

You can’t think of anything better to say, and you mentally kick yourself for pointing out the obvious. Why are you so awkward anyway? It’s just Touya.

He snorts at that, nodding slowly.

“Clearly.” His tone is sarcastic, but not exactly rude. Still, he’s not taking you seriously.

“And? Is she any good?” You suddenly feel less squirmy. He needs to understand. Needs to take this seriously.

His eyebrows fly up, and for a moment, he’s got nothing to say.

“I mean, how long have you known her? You’re obviously comfortable enough to invite her over. And she’s okay with the fact that you sometimes cry after sex? Or did that suddenly change since we broke up?”

You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore, just that you need to get it all out. Your mouth is working faster than your brain, and you don’t even consider the fact that you actually have no idea what kind of relationship they may or may not have.

“I mean, she’s pretty, yeah, but that can’t be all there is, right? Is she, like, super emotionally deep? Or maybe she doesn’t take anything seriously; maybe that’s how she’s better-”

By this point, Touya’s overcome his shock, simply looking at you with an amused smirk, head tilted slightly as if looking down at a puppy making noises for something it can’t communicate, try as it might.

“You done?” He asks simply, giving you a moment to collect yourself and calm the thoughts whirling around your brain at one million miles per second.

Considering his question, you realize that you’ve already talked at him long enough and haven’t even given him a chance to answer a single one of your accusations. Your shoulders slump slightly as you give a nod.

“As flattering as it is that you think I could find someone that quick, she wasn’t here for me. She was here for the bird.” He offers his reassurance with a chuckle and a smirk you know isn’t meant to charm, but it somehow does anyway.

“I thought Keigo wasn’t home,” You defend, losing all of your previous steam.

“He wasn’t, earlier. He’s conked out on the couch right now, but I assure you he’s very much here.” Touya straightens up, taking a step to the side, no longer blocking your view into the apartment. Just as Touya had said, Keigo is sprawled out across their couch in the living room.

You suddenly feel so stupid. All of these baseless accusations thrown around, and the only thing it proved was that you clearly still weren’t over him. And now you’d made it clear as day to him, too. Getting jealous over an assumption. What an idiot.

“You know I don’t invite people into my home, Sweets,” Touya interrupts your internal berating, and you’re so hung up on the familiar, almost bittersweet nickname dripping off his tongue like the sweetest honey that you almost miss the next words out of his mouth.

“No one but you.”

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★ᯓ Sal ☆ Any pronouns ☆ 20 ᯓ★

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      𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙰𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!

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𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚊 - 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛

✩࿐ 𝑀𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒜𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒶

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𝚂��𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊 - 𝙳𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 (𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙾𝚕𝚍)

✩࿐ 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓅𝒶

✩࿐ 𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝑀𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇

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𝑀𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒜𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒶

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Touya Todoroki:

Ex-lovers, Neighbors

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the suffering never ends

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“omg what fandoms are you in??“

bro i find a new piece of media i like, join the fandom, hyperfocus on it for multiple months, lose interest, find an older fandom i used to be part of, check that one out for a month, hyperfocus, lose interest, and the cycle goes on…

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no FUCKING way

I just found the Death Note 2006 live action movies, both of them, with the english dub. I found the fucking english dub of them.

y'all internet archive is where it's AT

anyway here's the first and here's the 2nd, enjoy but don't snitch on me

this site also has every death note book there is, just search for it and it's there.

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You can only reblog this today.

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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saeyoung, pouring redbull into a pot of black coffee: the deadline is tomorrow so I'm gonna die one way or another

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Sweet nothings escaped his lips. They were uttered in a hurry, frenzied by how little time he had, but he had nothing to fear. You were grateful for time you got to spend with him, no matter how short it might have been. Ray was busy. He was always busy with work. But, he would make a point of ensuring that a part of his day would bring him back to you. It was no surprise that he had devoted himself to working ahead of himself to be in your room right before the hour struck twelve. He wanted to be there with you on a day that was blessed. It was blessed to him as it was a day that you were brought into the world to exist.

"Today I'm grateful you're alive. I feel like I'm the luckiest man in the world because I get to be the first person to greet you on a day that is all about you. I'm honored. My heart is beating out of my chest the longer I think about the things I want to say to you on a day like today. A day as special as today. I want to see you smile. I want you to have the best day of your life. I want to give you the best day of your life. If I can grant your every wish today, my life will be worth it. Our life together will be worth it."

Ray's gloved hands were pressed against your face. He was holding your head up just enough that you could take a better look at him, and better yet, not look away. His dazzling eyes were quite enough to captivate you from the start. If he knew that, you didn't have a clue. What you did know is that there was a yearning inside of you that was growing just as quickly as his head.

"I never was one for birthdays. I don't think I could celebrate mine. It never feels like a happy occasion, but that's why I want you to feel like one. I want this to be your occasion of bliss and joy. I want this day to be yours. Yours and nobody else's. Tell me all of your deepest desires. What do you want? It doesn't matter if there is work waiting for me on my desk when I return, I will make sure your day is perfect."

The more time you spent with him, the more you became ensnared in those mint pools. In ways, it was intoxicating. You wanted more and more of it. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that he felt the same. A part of you couldn't bring yourself to admit you'd wished that you could submerse yourself in that pool.

"My God/dess. Say what you want and I will bring it to you. All I want to see is you happy. The smallest smile on your face will be the best gift that I could receive on a day like today. You are the reason I can dream of salvation and the sky. You are a gift to the world, and I don't intend to let you feel forgotten by the world. You are my world. You are my sky. You're my... You're mine. You are mine and I will cherish the ground you walk on until the day I die. Today is just another reminder. A reminder that I will always be happy to celebrate at your altar.*

His praise was gentle, and somehow, his yearning was stronger. Normally, there was hesitance in his voice as his insecurities ate away at him, but today, there was none of that. There was only a look in his eyes that said that he would not be deterred.

Maybe today didn't mean that much to you. Maybe today wasn't a good day because birthdays were always a mixed bag. Maybe today was a good day because it was a day all about you. Ray couldn't say he knew about whatever was running through your mind, but he knew things about you that nobody else did, but that didn't mean he knew you as well as you knew yourself. Those were the things he wanted to know more than anything.

If he could know everything, it would be impossible for people to wrench him away from you.

If you were glued to the hip joint, nothing could tear you apart. That was what he was thinking. It didn't take rocket science to figure that out from the look in his eyes.

Frankly, there were no material possessions in the world you could think of. You knew if you named anything, he would find a way to make it happen. He was that kind of person. It didn't matter if you asked for a cake that was seventeen tiers. Ray was the kind of person who wanted to make sure you got exactly what you wanted.

There were no objects of your desire you wanted to have. The reality was that nothing interested you as a present. There were plenty of things you could've named. Between practical and personal enjoyment, there were a lot of things in the world that were nice. But, would they have meant anything? Would those things make you feel complete? Why would you want anything when you already had somebody in your life who was everything you could have ever wanted?

What more could you want?

"I want you, Ray," you whispered.

"I'm yours," he said. That euphoric looking his eyes made you feel complete. It didn't matter if it was twisted or if the world didn't understand a single word of it. "Happy birthday, my flower. If that is your wish, I will do my best to be a gift worth your time."

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