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hello sexy are u alive?

I am alive! I just haven't been online as much--life in the real world is pretty busy these days between working, trying to wrap up grad school, balancing two boyfriends (one of whom is a full-time sub and needy), and then the rest of my social life to boot.

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Heyyy bestieee are you caught up w the manga/have you seen the leaks? If so, how we feelin?? 👁👁👁

I'm not caught up! I dropped off reading the manga probably a year ago, and I've seen some spoilers on the mha Reddit, but they're all mostly contextless so I only know when shit gets wild.

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take my wrongs & make them ritee give ur old boys cigarette a light

i missssed drawing them

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thinking about this old post of mine (tldr: I think kurogiri was programmed to not be allowed to show tomura affection) and it led to this mini comic

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Murder husbands <3

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I got the perfect story for you? Imagine? Shigaraki with a quirkless crush turned S/O who is a novelist, and she writes novels (dark romance, Fantasy, thrill, spicy or non-spicy, etc. whatever books you are in into?😅) and she decides to write a novel about how the villain gets the girl,😏 (instead of a hero😒) and then when Tomura reads the story he realizes the story is actually about the two of them, and he also gets super flustered when she jokingly told him that she put a “spicy scene” in one of the pages just to get a reaction out of him🤣

So what do you think for a fluffy but also a little funny story?

Aw! That's a cute idea, and also so self-indulgent (in the best way) as a writer. Love that kind of stuff.

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have you heard the new amigo the devil album yet? thoughts? fav songs? anyway! hope you’re having a good day!

I have! It’s all good but gd, The Mechanic fucked me UP, I've listened to it so many times already. And I'm always happy for more Amigo, I love him so much.

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I let my pussy make my decisions, call that clitical thinking

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owls owls owls

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i can literally read a 20,000-word Gen fic by you about the League's homeless days. The glimpses we got of your writing about that phase in AtBI's new chapter and Fallback Position are perfect. They read like a movie and live in my head rent-free. I cant stress enough how well you write squatting in abandoned places as Japan's most wanted. It's so realstic and the struggle is palpable, the Leauge are all in character and their personalities compliment each other better than in canon ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ack, please, you're so sweet! I really love thinking of those days specifically because we only really get glimpses in canon, and so much of the logistics are unclear (how much are they really hanging out together in their shack?). Plus, Shigaraki and the growing pains of becoming a leader! There seems like a pretty clear difference between him at Kamino and him meeting with Overhaul and all.

Anyway, I'm really glad you enjoyed because I have a lot of fun writing that and am def gonna dive into it more in AtBI--the squatter era will be a whole arc.

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Haven’t posted in a while :D

So here’s a little bts of a drawing! Hopefully I get to finish this soon ^w^

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Judges you lovingly.

@shig-a-shig-ah ‘s oc Shigeo from their amazing fic Addicted to Bad Ideas.

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Me seeing a boy: I am a faggot

Me seeing a girl: I am a faggot for girls

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CHAPTER 30 ━ NOWHERE TO GO BUT UP

» pairing: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader » story summary: working  as a waitress in a villain bar means you meet all sorts of shady people. But when a random encounter piques your interest in a nameless stranger, a casual hookup turns into a lot more than you bargained for. » chapter word count: 4.0k » chapter warnings: none. » read the full chapter on ao3

[ Excerpt ]

Your balcony is, arguably, not the worst place you've ever slept. There's the threadbare futons and unwashed sheets so prominent among men in your age group, for starters—conditions that always seemed uniquely uncomfortable when shared with the near-strangers you hooked up with. You'd also, thanks to your mother and her own string of questionable romantic choices, spent more than one night on the dirty floor of some seedy apartment or warehouse squat site, trying to tune out the sounds of drunken louts and petty infighting. And that was if you were lucky—given thin walls and your mother's proclivities, the drunken posturing of low-level thugs wasn't the worst thing you risked overhearing.

In spite of all that, you're uniquely regretful when you wake exactly where you'd ended the night before, sitting propped against your balcony rail with Tomura beside you. The fact that you're the only person responsible for the painful crick in your neck—and that your very comfortable bed is all of twenty feet away—probably has something to do with it.

"Fuck," you mumble, blinking disorientedly against the bright morning sun. Even realizing where you are, it's hard at first to remember why you're camped outside instead of tucked comfortably in your bed.

When you shift to sit up and feel lingering stickiness between your thighs, however, it all comes rushing back: Tomura dragging you out of bed in the middle of the night, and the frantic coupling that followed. Your ill-advised acknowledgment that, despite trying so hard to avoid this exact situation, you couldn't bring yourself not to care about him, or to end things. You'd done the opposite of end things, in fact, and while you regret that far less than your choice of sleeping arrangements, you still find yourself saying, again:

"Fuck."

There's a snort, and you feel shifting beside you. "You're finally up."

"Barely." You rub at your face, finally turning to look at Tomura. The dark circles under his eyes are more prominent than usual, but his gaze is alert. You wonder, briefly, if he got any sleep, but it's a trace thought that doesn't linger—you're too preoccupied with the intensity of his stare, and your sudden awareness of the mere inches between you. It has your stomach twisting and fluttering in tandem, the odd combination of relief and resignation you'd felt last night resurfacing in a way it hadn't before you were literally face-to-face with your questionable choices.

You smile in spite of yourself as you lean in to kiss him.

For a moment, those half-spun anxieties fade away, nothing in your awareness except his lips against your own. The kiss is soft and restrained—abnormally so, though you're late to register that. It's only when you pull away that you realize just how tight his expression is, his face pinched and pensive enough to dampen your own budding enthusiasm at waking up beside him. You hadn't expected him to be in a good mood, exactly—given his current circumstances that seems like far too much hope for—but it's still a stark departure from the satisfaction he'd displayed mere hours ago.

"You good?" you ask. Your first worry is that he's having regrets, and what a twist of irony that would be—him getting cold feet as soon as you decide there's no point avoiding commitment. Commitment, he'd been the one pushing for, even, though you're painfully aware that doesn't always make a difference. God knows he wouldn't be the first man who wanted to stake his claim only to feel immediately suffocated by it.

That doubt vanishes before Tomura can even answer you, however. The door to your balcony slides open to reveal Kurogiri, and the way Tomura immediately bristles at the sight of him suggests this isn't the first time the other villain has attempted to disturb the two of you.

"Shigaraki Tomura—" Kurogiri starts, but he doesn't get a chance to finish.

"I know," Tomura growls impatiently, and you have to fight back a laugh. You can see the League beyond Kurogiri, clearly in the process of collecting their things, and that's enough for you to piece together what has Tomura so irritated.

"Time to go already, huh?"

Tomura's glower deepens, but Kurogiri nods. "We should depart shortly. As I have already told Shigaraki Tomura"—there's an artful balance of delicacy and impatience in his voice—"our broker will be waiting."

There's clear subtext there—not just that they need to hurry, but also that despite Kurogiri's best efforts, Tomura was reluctant to disturb you while you were sleeping. Or, was reluctant to separate himself from you, at least. Last night made it abundantly clear that he's not above interrupting your rest for more self-serving reasons.

As much as you would also like to linger, the seven villains in your apartment are a fairly compelling reason to send Tomura on his way. And, more than that, you imagine that leaping into the newfound uncertainty of your relationship will be a lot easier if you simply get it over with, like ripping a bandage off.

You reach over and carefully interlace your fingers with Tomura's. "C'mon then," you say, tugging him along with you as you rise to your feet.

The inside of your apartment is a jarring contrast to the relative peace of your balcony. Jin shoves past almost the moment you've stepped inside—"About time a guy can go out for a smoke. I've been dying in here," he barks as he passes—and the others are a whirl of motion. Compress is in the middle of your living room, diligently ironing his vest, and in your bedroom beyond you can see Magne folding up the blankets she'd been using as a makeshift bedroll. Meanwhile, Toga and Spinner are piling everyone's things onto your coffee table; for a group that arrived with so few belongings, they'd managed to spread their possessions around rather impressively.

When you look back to Tomura, he's eyeing his own collection of notebooks and duffels, still strewn across your kitchen table.

"You need help packing up?" you ask.

He shakes his head. "I can handle it." He doesn't move, though, and he still hasn't let go of your hand.

You share that reluctance to separate, and you'd be tempted to indulge in a private moment with him if you thought you could manage it. Given the state of things, however, you're not optimistic on that front. Tomura must understand that well enough, too, because when you finally wrest your hand from his, he casts his own glowering look around and then skulks off to deal with his things. Less than ten minutes later, the League is crowded around a swirling warp gate, and your stomach is twisting as you watch Tomura carefully zip up the last of his bags—the duffel he'd dragged into your bedroom the other day, the one that contains his too-literal-for-comfort family.

He slings it over his shoulder and then casts an unenthused look around. The League is clearly waiting for him to go through the warp gate first, and though he doesn't protest, he does look less than thrilled about it as he steps towards you.

"I don't know when you'll see me again," he mumbles, making an obvious effort to keep his voice low.

"That's okay. Just come by when you can." You force a smile that you hope is more carefree than you feel—his imminent departure makes it hard to ignore that you have no idea where things will go from here, and that you can't even be fully confident you will see him again. You're not foolish enough to think that the League will be any safer at their new hideout than they were at your apartment.

He nods, and casts an agitated look around, obviously still unhappy about the audience. A second later, though, he leans in to cover your mouth with his own, albeit far more perfunctorily than you suspect he'd prefer.

Chaste though the kiss is, it's apparently not chaste enough; Toga lets out a giggle, and from the corner of your eye, you see her and Jin elbowing each other like excited middle schoolers. Beside them, Spinner is rubbing at the back of his neck and awkwardly averting his gaze.

Tomura doesn't comment on any of that when he finally straightens up; he only fixes them with an unimpressed scowl and then, hitching his bag more firmly over his shoulder, marches through the warp gate without another word.

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HALF SMUT YOU SAY!?!?!? OMG SHIGARAKI JUST LEFT HER AND NOW HE'S GOING BACK TO HER THEY JUST CAN'T KEEP THEIR HANDS OFF EACH OTHER RAAAAHHHHHH!!!!😫😫😫😫😫

Shigaraki’s gonna spend two days with the League before he’s so sick of them that he has to run off and fuck, lest he snap under the pressure of newfound responsibility and decays them all. Gotta work out all that agitation somehow.