#bkha

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This was supposed to be a quick painting, but it wasn't. There's some stuff I'd fix if I thought I could spend more time on it without losing my mind. But I can't! So, this is it's final form.

The first time I posted this the katakana on Deku’s "t-shirt" was backwards. Which was fun to fix.

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idk if you know this or not but

dabis tongue is stitched :0

I did NOT know this, now I am not sure how to process this new information.

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Who wants a Todoroki family fic?

[histrynerdss]

i dont know i thijk i was like . doing bkha related shit when i psoted thid i forogro

oh my god

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My friends kept arguing over Shinkami and Kamijirou, which was more realistic to work out, who was cuter together, that stuff.

But I'm just sitting there between them thinking "guys, guys you know Kaminari wouldn't notice if they're both flirting with him right? He's a loveable dumbass but still a dumbass."

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guys I only know some of bkha because of my friend but this is absolutely the best DNI banner ive ever seen

[zeneria29]

Can I bite you? 

Commission info 

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my friends ask me to draw them ❄️🔥

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Bakugou

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silly silly robot lady

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r/MyHeroAcademia and r/BokuNoHeroAcademia and their homophobic assess are the reason I don't talk to people about anime at all.

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A Blaze Between Us

Fandom: MHA (My Hero Academia)

Ships: Dabi x Hawks

Summary:

"A Blaze Between Us" follows Hawks as he navigates his dangerous undercover mission within the Paranormal Liberation Front, only to find himself drawn into a slow-burning and tumultuous relationship with Dabi. As their connection deepens, Hawks is forced to confront the clash between his duty and growing affection for Dabi, while Dabi struggles with his own possessiveness and trust issues. The story explores themes of betrayal, redemption, and the emotional scars that define both men.

Chapter One: Phase 1: Infiltration

The quiet hum of the Paranormal Liberation Front's underground headquarters vibrated through the walls as Hawks strode down the dimly lit corridor. His movements were casual, almost lazy, as he twirled a pen between his fingers—an innocuous action that masked the tension running through his body. He could feel the weight of every gaze that lingered on him, each one more suspicious than the last. He'd been careful, methodical even, in building his cover within the PLF. But here, in the heart of enemy territory, he could never let his guard down. Especially not around Dabi.

As he approached the massive steel door that led to the meeting room, Hawks flicked the pen into his pocket, replacing it with his usual confident grin. No need to let them see the cracks in his mask.

The door slid open with a hiss, revealing the heart of the PLF’s operations—a spacious, low-ceilinged room filled with members of the upper echelon. Monitors lined the walls, each displaying critical data on the group’s activities: recruitment numbers, attack plans, communications with other cells. At the far end of the room sat a long table, occupied by the leaders of the PLF. They watched as Hawks entered, their expressions a mixture of indifference and vague curiosity.

Twice waved at him energetically from his seat, always too friendly for his own good. Spinner offered a curt nod of acknowledgment, while a few others murmured amongst themselves. But it was the man seated at the head of the table that commanded the most attention.

Dabi.

Even in a room full of dangerous individuals, Dabi's presence was the one that set Hawks’ nerves on edge. He leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, arms resting lazily on the table, his scarred face as unreadable as ever. The eerie glow from the fluorescent lights above reflected off his skin, casting sharp shadows across the jagged burn marks that twisted his features. His pale blue eyes, however, were far from disinterested. They tracked Hawks’ every move with a predator’s intensity, dissecting him with a gaze that could burn even without his flames.

“Nice of you to join us, birdman,” Dabi drawled, his voice slow and deliberate, as if he were tasting the words before spitting them out.

Hawks grinned, giving a mock salute as he slid into the nearest chair. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Got to stay in the loop, you know?”

The room fell silent as Hawks settled in, and Tomura Shigaraki’s voice cut through the air. “We’re preparing for our next move. Hawks, you’re here to keep us updated on your outreach efforts. How are things looking on the Hero front?”

Hawks had been carefully feeding the PLF just enough information to keep them satisfied without giving away any real advantage. It was a balancing act—keeping them on edge, while ensuring his reports held just enough truth to seem credible.

“Same as before,” Hawks replied casually, leaning back in his chair as if he were discussing the weather. “The Hero Commission’s scrambling to keep up with your movements. They’re getting desperate, which means they’re also getting sloppy. All good news for us.”

A murmur of approval rippled through the room, though Hawks could feel Dabi’s eyes still locked onto him, unblinking, unwavering. It took every ounce of his willpower to remain calm under the scrutiny.

He needed to keep the focus on the mission. His mission. Infiltrating the PLF had been no easy task. It had taken months of playing the double agent, winning their trust by feeding them just enough intel to seem valuable, but not enough to damage the Hero Society’s defenses beyond repair. And yet, as deep as he’d gotten into the PLF, there was always the feeling of danger gnawing at his spine. At any moment, they could see through him, and then it would all be over. He was walking a razor’s edge, and Hawks knew better than anyone that a single misstep could cost him everything.

“Desperate heroes make mistakes,��� Dabi said softly, his voice a low murmur that sent a chill through the room. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, those pale eyes gleaming with something dangerous. “And so do double agents.”

Hawks didn’t flinch, though his mind raced. Dabi’s mistrust had always been apparent. He was more perceptive than the others—always watching, always waiting. Unlike the rest of the PLF leadership, who were content with the information Hawks provided, Dabi had never stopped questioning his loyalty. He couldn’t prove anything, of course, but the suspicion was always there, lurking beneath the surface like an ember waiting for fuel.

“Good thing I’m not the one making mistakes then,” Hawks replied smoothly, maintaining his easygoing demeanor. He shot Dabi a wink, as if to defuse the tension with a bit of charm. “I’m just here to help bring this whole system down.”

Dabi didn’t smile, didn’t blink. He just stared, his fingers drumming lightly against the table, the rhythm slow and deliberate. It was a warning. Hawks could feel it.

“Let’s not get distracted,” Shigaraki interrupted, his voice sharp. “We need to move forward. Re-Destro has his hands full consolidating our forces. Hawks, I want you to stay in contact with him. We’ll need more support in the coming days.”

Hawks nodded, feeling the weight of the mission pressing against him again. His role was to keep feeding them intel, playing both sides until the time was right. But as he looked around the room, at the faces of the people he was supposed to bring down, he couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sense of unease. The more time he spent with them, the harder it became to maintain the lie.

Twice, who sat across from him, grinned brightly. “Man, it’s great having you on board, Hawks! Things just feel like they’re really coming together, you know? You’ve done more for the cause than most of us could’ve imagined.”

“Yeah,” Spinner chimed in, adjusting the hilt of his sword at his side. “It’s hard to believe a hero could be so… useful.”

The praise was casual, but it felt like a weight in Hawks’ chest. Every compliment, every word of trust, only made the guilt twist deeper inside him. These people—these villains—had started to see him as one of their own. And in some twisted way, that’s exactly what he needed. He had to be a part of this world if he wanted to take it down from the inside.

But there was something about Dabi. Something that lingered at the back of his mind every time their eyes met. It wasn’t just the suspicion—it was the emptiness in Dabi’s gaze, the raw hatred simmering just below the surface. Hawks had seen anger before, but Dabi’s was different. His rage wasn’t born out of a desire for power or chaos. It was personal, deep, and unrelenting. Hawks could see it in the way he moved, the way he spoke. The burns on his skin weren’t just scars from his quirk—they were a reflection of the fire that consumed him from the inside out.

As the meeting continued, with Shigaraki outlining the next steps for their operation, Hawks let his mind drift, his attention still on Dabi. What was it that drove him? What had turned him into the cold, detached figure sitting across the table, eyes burning with silent fury?

The PLF members had always been a mystery to him, but something about Dabi’s mannerisms, his fire, and his relentless hatred tugged at Hawks’ instincts. He’d need to dig deeper, figure out what it was that made Dabi tick. Perhaps it would help him keep the upper hand, or perhaps it would only further complicate his role in the PLF. Either way, he couldn’t afford to ignore the threat that Dabi posed.

“Are we clear on the next steps?” Shigaraki’s voice snapped Hawks out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. The room had grown silent, and all eyes were on him, waiting for his response.

“Crystal clear,” Hawks said, pushing aside his thoughts and focusing on the task at hand. He couldn’t afford to slip, not here, not now. The mission came first, and for now, that meant playing his part perfectly.

The meeting began to break up, with the leaders filtering out one by one. Hawks lingered for a moment, letting the others leave before rising from his seat. But before he could head for the door, Dabi’s voice cut through the quiet room.

“You should be careful, Hawks.”

Hawks paused, glancing back at him. Dabi hadn’t moved from his spot at the table, but his eyes were locked onto Hawks, burning with an intensity that couldn’t be ignored.

“There’s only so long a double agent can fly before his wings get burned.”

Hawks forced a laugh, keeping his tone light. “Guess I’ll have to stay grounded then.”

But as he left the room, Dabi’s words echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder that no matter how deep his cover went, the fire was always right behind him, waiting for him to slip.

And when that fire came, there would be no escaping the flames.

[geslotencirkel]

If I die before I wake a bkha blah bla idk all the words but yeah.

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Uraraka! 

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Hyrule’s fateful princess, Zelda. #thelegendofzelda #zelda #princesszelda #breathofthewild #botw #gouache #painting https://www.instagram.com/p/BvaEZg-BKhA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1jtnhcw51z7j

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It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with her. https://www.instagram.com/p/BuKs7g-BKHa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6fcb3j2lyzbo