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It's the curse of the ginga

Dick lays like a beautiful princess and Roy lays like a cartoon character who just had an anvil fall on him

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I'm planning on writing an MHA fan fiction, where Izuku is a wolf in sheep's clothing and Hitoshi is a wolf in owl's feathers.

I don't know when I will start it, nor if it'll be good.

But if you guys can give suggestions on how it could unfold, or give ideas on what you think would be great to include or share any ideas you would like to see happen, please comment or send a DM. 😁

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Fun fact: The Magical gene in the HP universe is a recessive gene. How do I know that? Well, my biology teacher made a whole fucking ppt analysing the genes, from Muggle Borns to Purebloods to Half Bloods. (I will post it when I get my hands on it) Here is how to works: The Dominant gene, Muggle gene, is M while magic is m. Therefore, Lily's parents most likely had the genes Mm and Mm, meaning when they had her her genes were mm, while Petunia could be Mm or MM. If she was Mm and Vernon was also Mm, there was a chance that Dudley would've been a Wizard. Next we go to Sirius. His parents both had the mm gene, making him and reggie both have this gene. Easy as that. As for Remus, Hope definitely had the Mm gene, as if she had MM gene and Lyall had mm, then Remus would have been a muggle. But he could have also been Mm, chance of him being a muggle increasing. As for Harry being half-blood, he has the proper mm gene, along with every wizard and witch, regardless of blood status, proving the fact they should all be treated equally. (Not kidding, someone add this to their fic please) Finally, we have Filch, the squib. Squibs are tricky, but my teacher also discovered that a squib may be produced due to a mutation in the mm gene, making that even if the person's parents were both magical, they wouldn't hold any/limited magical abilities.

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Is there a third option where I give it a little inconspicuous nudge?

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This is amazing. I will cherish this information 😌

true queer pain

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Ao3 is down 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭

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It's hard to know sometimes. I don't even know if I'm an assassin half the time. How would other people be able to guess?

Today you just found out your roommate with strange hobbies, like knowing how to pick a lock, knows how every puzzle and cipher by heart, or how to commit tax fraud, and so many other things, wasn't a guy with ADHD, he was an ex-assassin and now you have a gun pointed at your face

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Title: Shadows on the Rooftop

MHA Spiderman Au

(A little teaser of izuku's and Aizawa's first meeting)

—*‐;=;-*—

Aizawa's Pov.

The night was quiet in Musutafu, the hum of the city muffled beneath the weight of an impending storm. Eraserhead, or Shouta Aizawa, moved across the rooftops, his scarf loose around his shoulders and his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. His nightly patrols had been routine for years, but tonight something felt off.

And then he saw it.

A small figure perched on the edge of a rooftop several buildings away. Their silhouette was unnaturally still, save for the faint swing of their legs over the edge. As Aizawa crept closer, he took in the oversized hoodie that drowned their frame, the black cargo pants, and the bright red shoes dangling precariously over the abyss.

He froze for a moment, the scene sinking in. He’d dealt with jumpers before, but this was different. Most people who found themselves on rooftops with those intentions radiated hesitation—stiff bodies, nervous energy, a last-minute fight against their decision.

This kid had none of that.

Their posture was relaxed, their shoulders loose. They looked like someone who had already made up their mind, someone who had accepted the inevitable and was simply waiting for it to happen.

Aizawa felt something clench in his chest.

It didn’t matter what this kid thought they’d decided. Not tonight. Not on his watch.

He approached cautiously, the soles of his boots quiet against the rooftop gravel. His scarf was ready in his hands—not to fight, but to catch them if they fell.

“Hey,” he called out, keeping his voice soft and steady. “What are you doing up here?”

The kid turned their head slightly, the hood casting a shadow over their face. Even with the mask covering their features, Aizawa could feel their gaze, sharp and unnervingly calm.

“Taking in the view,” they said, their voice quiet and soft, yet clear against the stillness of the night.

Aizawa’s frown deepened. He moved closer, slow and deliberate, keeping his scarf loose but prepared. “Dangerous place to enjoy the view.”

The kid didn’t respond immediately. They shifted slightly, leaning forward so the toes of their shoes brushed the edge of the rooftop. Aizawa’s grip on his scarf tightened.

“You shouldn’t be up here alone,” he pressed, his tone edging toward urgency.

The kid laughed, a quiet sound that barely reached him. It wasn’t a laugh of humor; it was hollow, tinged with a melancholy that settled in Aizawa’s gut.

“If I wanted to jump,” the kid said softly, “I wouldn’t have waited for you to show up.”

Aizawa froze at the words. There was no malice in them, no bite—just a calm, almost tired matter-of-factness. It wasn’t reassuring. It wasn’t meant to be.

“You knew I was coming?” he asked, stalling for time as he stepped closer. He didn’t know what else to say, only that he needed to keep the kid talking.

Another soft laugh. The kid tilted their head, the hood slipping slightly but still hiding their face. “Got a tip.”

Aizawa’s brows furrowed. “From who?”

The kid gestured vaguely to the air around them. “My friends.”

“Your friends?” he repeated, both confused and wary.

“They’re very good at spotting company.” The kid’s tone held no boastfulness, just a quiet certainty.

Aizawa stopped, only a few feet away now. His grip on his scarf was firm, ready to react in an instant. He scanned the rooftop and surrounding buildings for any signs of other people, but they were alone.

“Listen,” he began carefully, “you don’t have to do this. Whatever’s going on, there are people who can help—”

The kid interrupted with a sigh, soft and resigned. They stood fluidly, their movements too smooth for someone so small. Aizawa’s instincts screamed at him to act, but the calmness in the kid’s demeanor made him hesitate.

“Help?” The word was spoken with a faint, bitter humor. “I’m not the one who needs help.”

They turned to face him fully now, their mask and hood still obscuring their identity. For a brief moment, Aizawa caught a glimpse of their eyes through the shadow—dull, tired, but with a flicker of reluctant acceptance. Like they’d resigned themselves to whatever end awaited them, but not tonight.

Before Aizawa could say anything else, the kid stepped backward off the edge of the roof.

His scarf snapped forward on instinct, but when he reached the ledge, there was nothing to catch. No body, no sound of impact. Just empty air and a faint wisp of silk clinging to the corner of the building.

Aizawa scanned the alley below, his heart pounding. He caught sight of a faint movement—a shadow disappearing into the distance, too quick and silent to follow.

For a long moment, he stood at the edge of the roof, his scarf coiled loosely in his hands.

He’d heard rumors of a vigilante operating in Musutafu—a shadowy figure who left criminals bound in silk, tied up like presents for the police. He hadn’t believed it before.

But now, staring at the trail of silk glinting faintly in the moonlight, Aizawa knew the stories were true.

And he wasn’t sure what unsettled him more: the fact that the vigilante was real, or that they were just a kid.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned away from the edge. Whoever they were, they were fast, quiet, and terrifyingly efficient. But the way they carried themselves, the way they spoke—it wasn’t just experience or skill. It was something darker.

Aizawa glanced back at the empty rooftop.

He’d find them again. Not because they were a vigilante, but because he couldn’t shake the look in their eyes. That reluctant acceptance, that quiet sadness—it wasn’t the look of someone living. It was the look of someone waiting to die.

If you want me to actually start(because I get motivation when people like an idea I have) please tell me as it would be very helpful with finding the motivation to write it

This is the brain dump

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MHA Spider Man Au

So.

I just had a hyperfixation research high on spiders, and had the idea to write an MHA Spiderman Au.

This is basically a brain dump at this point

Spider Man Au

Shinsou Hitoshi/Midoriya Izuku

Izuku doesn’t get a quirk but still wants to be a hero. He gets bitten by a radioactive spider.

Izuku might be trans male.

He goes to UA.

Maybe EraserMic adoption. Dunno yet.

1. spider's don't have bones=Izuku having really flexible bones(sorta like rubber)- it gives structure to hold up his body while playing with the idea of bones.

2. Maybe have fangs-even if their small- with venom that could have an effect on the person they bite

3. Has blue blood- just thinking it would be cool(the spiders haemoglobin also produces copper, causing the oxygen to oxidise the copper giving it it's blue colour)

4. And since spiders communicate through vibrations in the ground, he could be able to feel people coming, but also communicate with spiders to get Intel(could possibly train them to be an army)

5. He could also have low iron as spiders haemoglobin doesn't produce iron like humans but copper( could also decide to make it so the iron production is slowed down)–If this is to be the case the blood would be purple if you also choose for the blue blood option as there would have to be a higher concentration of copper in his blood.

6. Depending on what the base of the radioactive spider is it could stunt his hight or cause him to grow( I like short Izuku, or at least Hitoshi being taller)

7. His hero name could be spithra, the Old English word 'spider' derived from, meaning spinner.

8. Some spiders have up to seven types of silk glands, each creating a different type of silk—such as smooth, sticky, dry, or stretchy. This could allow Izuku to choose what type of silk he wants to make for whatever purpose it's used for.

9. As some male spiders give dead flies to the females as presents, could lead to Izuku having a tendency to gift tiny things to people he cares about– like rocks, bones, etc.

10. If the spider's base is a jumping spider(tiny Izuku), as they can leap up to 40 times their own body length. Meaning they would be able to jump over 230 feet, as that is what a human would be able to if they could jump 40x their height.

11. Scientists found that a spider's silk contains vitamin K, which helps reduce bleeding. So this might help Izuku if he was to perform immediate first aid.

12. Some species of jumping spiders can see light spectrums that humans cannot. Some can see both UVA and UVB light– this would just be a fun little bit or Izuku to find out.

13.Different drugs affect the way spiders spin their webs. For example, spiders on LSD spin beautiful webs, while spiders on caffeine spin terrible webs. So if Izuku deducts this then he sadly can't be a caffeine addict. 😿

14. As this sounds like something Izuku would know I'm joimg to put it in–Spider webs are not passive traps. Instead, because of electrically conducive glue spread across their surface, webs spring towards their prey. Scientists also found that the glue spirals on the web distort Earth’s electric field within a few millimeters of the web– just a little fun fact.

Critique is welcome. I wanna hear your guys thoughts and if you would be interested in reading it.

Izuku's fist interaction with Eraserhead

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Barty: Is your dick big enough for you to act the way that you do?

Evan: Yes.

Barty: Let's see it then.

Evan: Fine.

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Barty: He can keep acting the way he does.

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By all means. But only if I can do the same to you.

Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!

I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,

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PLEASE!!!

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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I just experienced my first time handling ao3 being down. 😭 😭 😭 😭

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Savin' this for later

What to use instead of 'said'

Normally:

• added • replied • answered • stated • announced • questioned • asked • mentioned • remarked

Loudly:

• cheered • shouted • yelled • demanded • barked • blurted • growled • scolded •snorted

Softly:

• muttered • murmured • mumbled • uttered • stuttered • hissed • moaned • mouthed

Emotionally:

• begged • cried • confessed • complained • promised • pleaded

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Damn this be useful. I wish I knew this when I taught myself how to write by reading. So I kinda got the jist of it, but it's broken down so well.

If a scene feels flat and you can't figure it out, ask yourself:

• What can MC smell? Is there an ocean breeze, sweat, a cinnamon roll fresh out the oven?

• What can MC hear, besides the dialogue? Is a bird singing, river flowing, a car speeding, clock ticking?

• Can they taste something, even if they're not eating? Previously drunk alcohol or juice, aftertaste of a cigarette, smog, too instense perfume?

• Can they feel something on their skin? Rough clothes or delicate material, blowing wind, an allergy or a rash, grass that theyre laying on?

• What does the character see, besides other characters? Is the room dark or is sunlight coming in nicely? Are the colours vibrant or dull? Are there any plants?

• What's the weather? Is it snowing and the cold is making goosebumps appear on their arms? Is it hot and sweaty and clothes are clinging to their body?

• HOW DOES IT MAKE THEM FEEL? To any of the above.

Do they like the smell of cinnamon rolls or are they weirdos (I'm a weirdo, I don't fit in).

Does the clock ticking calm them down or annoy them?

Do they enjoy the aftertaste of a cig and like how dirty it makes them feel?

Are they sensitive to touch and how their clothing feels on their skin or are they indifferent?

Would they enjoy the scenery more if it was more sunny out, because they're afraid of the darkness?

Do they like it snowy or are they always cold and hate winter?

Come on, give them persoanlity, likes and dislikes, don't be scared to make them people and not only likeable characters.

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For a curious mind that is too curious.

If you had the ability to clone yourself and it functions as if it was an actual thing you could touch. Would you take the phrase 'go fuck yourself' literally? And if so— bonus question– Would it be incest? 🤔

Like think about it. How do you define incest?

I define it as fucking your DNA and if you share the same DNA as the clone, would that be incest or mastubatation?

I should not be thinking so hard about this.

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