#mha shut

[swatchitt]

i coughed onto my huion, and this is what was there afterwards.

i like how hizashi turned out.

[bicheetopuff]

Okay so I KNOW IM LATE TO THE PARTY BUT

DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE HOW THE RAIN STOPPED MID AIR????!! TIME LITERALLY STOPPED WHEN THEY MADE EYE CONTACT AND HORIKOSHI EXPECTS US TO BE NORMAL ABOJT IT????

[hayakaws]

“It's true that in my life, I just kept falling and falling... I got tricked, lost a friend, and got tricked again. It must've looked really pathetic and meaningless, right? Looking for myself, wandering around...  I was blessed with friends I could put above myself. I couldn’t have asked for a better life. Die, Hawks. Why do you get to decide that I was unlucky? I was happy to be here.”

“Jin-kun... Thank you for saving me.”

[catgrandpa]

Y’know, this may be an unpopular opinion but personally I think that everyone in mha should be safe and happy actually.

[artistic-endchamber]

Say what you want but I think Neito Monoma wouldn't be all too cocky as your s/o. I think he would be a gentlemen, holding the door open for you and making sure you're okay. No matter if you're in the hero course or not. I think he wouldn't laugh at you if you don't know something, he would plainly and carefully instruct you, no matter what it is. I think He would stick up for you and listen to your problems.

But he would always keep a straight face. He wouldn't show any signs of weakness or joy. He would just be a robot. At least, for a couple of weeks when you two start dating.

He would be cheery and sarcastic with his friends but he wouldn't with you. Taking everything seriously but never being harsh. and It would probably piss you off, at some point.

But then it starts to show, that it's not that he's not doing it on purpose -- He just doesn't want you to see him vulnerable. Underneath all that cockiness, is a insecure soul. He can pretend with others -- but he doesn't want to lie or pretend with you. So he stays monotone.

But he starts warming up to you, learning that it's okay to laugh and cry (Even if it's for the stupidest things), and to be open. He learns that you didn't fall for him for being this big, strong man. You fell for him because he was Neito Monoma. The only one in the world. And he starts to live with it. With being comfortable.

( I also have a smut hc but I'll only do it if people want it )

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Tagging: @sunkingwrites :DD I KNOW YOU LIKE NEITO!

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Ex-boyfriend pro hero Dynamight;

It was an amicable breakup but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt to lose the love of your life.

You’d tried being friends, but between his heavy schedule and the flood of feelings you two still felt for one another… you drifted. You hadn’t meant to, it had just happened.

It’s been hard without him to lean on, without your best friend. Life seemed to be using you as a personal punching bag and a person can only handle so much on their own.

So, you do what people do. You broke. Shaky fingers dialed that number that you knew so well, sobs wracking your body as you listened to it ring. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you hung up, your guilt and pride getting the best of you.

He probably wouldn’t have cared anyways, you reason as you try to drift off, eyes stinging and swollen from crying.

You try not to think about it the next day, try not to keep checking your phone for a missed call, a text, anything. But you do. God, you do. And you’re met with nothing, and that’s when it sinks in that you’ve really, truly lost him.

So you’re surprised when you come home late that night from work, moving in the dark to put your groceries on the counter and see the broad shoulders of the man who has your heart, leaning casually against your kitchen island.

“You’re really here? You came?” You breath out shakily, feeling that familiar tightness in your chest that means tears aren’t too far behind.

He softens as he takes you in, gently taking the grocery bags from you before large hands cup your face, thumbs smoothing away tears you hadn’t realized were already falling. His words are soft as he gazes down at you, vermillion eyes still full of love and feelings you both tried to leave in the past.

“You called.”

[dekusleftsock]

Don’t y’all love it when a popular tiktok creator is analyzing a character and interpreting it so, so wrong, and him and his dumb ass take is spreading.

Like it was one thing for you to be wrong

ITS ANOTHER THING FOR YOU TO BE WRONG AND MAKING OTHER PEOPLE MORE WRONG

If one more person says that Izuku is “underdeveloped” and that he’s “uninterested in all of his other relationships” and that he “has a power imbalance in his relationships with other characters bc they care more about him than he does them” STOP. PLEASE STOP.

A fundamental part of Izuku’s character: He is an UNRELIABLE NARRATOR. Most of his character is, therefore, told through SUBTEXT.

Izuku doesn’t say that he feels ashamed about his feelings for Katsuki.

But he does say that he thinks they’re gross.

Izuku doesn’t say that he thinks that Toga and her feelings aren’t human

But he does say that she is the “perfect counter to this quirk”.

THE LIST COULD GO ON.

Izuku is an unreliable narrator in a third person omniscient story (though sometimes mha acts more like a third person objective story? Anyway). That means that the way we do not understand the story is not through a retelling of what is happening to you, the viewer, unreliably—instead it is not telling you the full extent of his character and his thoughts.

To say “izuocha’s relationship is underdeveloped because it’s one sided” is NOT the same as saying “bkdk’s relationship is underdeveloped because it’s one sided”.

Izuku has always been obsessed with Katsuki. At some point the rhetoric being passed around was that it was Katsuki who was underdeveloped and uninterested in the dynamic. Now that rhetoric has been reversed since we’ve seen so much of Katsuki’s POV.

Ochako has always been obsessed with Izuku, NEVER THE OTHER WAY AROUND. In fact, Ochako’s arc even surrounded letting go of those feelings… as literally said in the text. Because that is a textual statement that she makes.

Izuku does not understand how or what Ochako loves in anybody, especially him. She loves a unique sense of personhood, which Izuku has always carried, and of which she saw in the entrance exam.

Izuku does not know how to view things he deems as “girly”, and Ochako very personally CANT be in a relationship with someone that she has realized is very repressed. Her friendships turn from friends to fascination very quickly, into her heroic form. (Think her few moments with Katsuki in that extra, or how disinterested she became of Izuku as she saw him run away from help, and not know how to respond to an apology. Or, hell, how much more interested she became when Himiko was honest with her feelings in their second real confrontation. She even says that she “admires how she can love so freely, and say it with her whole chest”)

LIKE ALL OF THESE THINGS. THIS IS WHY IZUOCHA ISNT DEVELOPED. That’s a purposeful choice in genius writing, at least in my opinion.

Bkdk is a result of Izuku being uninterested in acknowledging said feelings, and this is shown to be different because of the amount of times he has had that imply a deeper emotion or thought that we are not told. Think black whip, controlling your heart solely surrounding katsuki, “my feelings are gross”, the ear piercing scream when katsuki was kidnapped and the “this was a total loss” line, relaxing into katsuki’s arms after the apology, only coming home because of Katsuki, comparing romantic feelings toga had for him and admiration to ALLMIGHT and not katsuki who was “actually in his life”, I COULD GO ON FOR HOURS.

This is absolutely NOT underdeveloped, this is called SHOW NOT TELL. Horikoshi is so purposeful in what he shows vs what he tells. He tells you that ochako and toga are the same, he tells you that katsuki is worried about Izuku, he tells you that katsuki is there to step in when deku can’t handle it on his own, he tells you that ochako has a crush on Izuku, and he tells you that Katsuki is Izuku’s “closest person”.

But he also SHOWS YOU SO MUCH MORE. Unreliable narration is such a key part of Izuku and his character. Izuku doesn’t understand Izuku as much as the audience doesn’t understand him. It’s why I genuinely think most interpretations of his character are wrong, because you really can’t take him at his word. It’s the same reason no one understood katsuki for the longest time, he was in the same circumstances of a character who is only showed to you, not told.

I know i named so many god damn references so if anyone is curious as to what specifically I’m talking about with what, I’ll gladly show what scene I’m referring to. Apparently I can’t remember a damn thing but this manga anyway.

[idkwidatp]

Childhood friends that lose touch/become enemies that become lovers (or just friends again) my beloved

TW for talking about suicide bating in the tags

[arguablysomaya]

sketch i had to get out

[tinyshinysylveon]

i would just like to praise ochaco’s voice actor here, she also did such a great job during this speech and i love every moment of it! i can feel the emotions she’s trying to portray in her voice esp the desperation in it near the end to convince the crowd to allow deku in and JUST REST GDI ;; 

[areyousanta]

See, He's Fine

[crematedpast]

🙃 don't talk to me about shigaraki are you fucking joking. SAY SIKE RN

[soleilandpeaches]

you’re a daydream (stay awhile)

featuring: Keigo Takami x f!Reader synopsis: Keigo comforts you during the worst week of the month, in more ways than one. He’s just the sweetest isn’t he? warnings: f!reader, reader is on their period, hurt/comfort, smut, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of drugs, toothrotting fluff rated: 18+ (MDNI) song title inso: Melting by Kali Uchis

You awoke to the sound of a brief thump! from outside, followed by a string of muttered curses from what you assume is your heroic boyfriend coming home to you after a long day of heroism. A part of you wanted to feel guilty of your sulking when Keigo seemed to face so much worse. And yet, he never seemed to think that way. Even though he was never the “emotional healer” type of person, once you had taught him the right way to comfort you without words, he never hesitated to give you the emotional support you needed.

“Hey, Baby.” He breathed out gently after finally managing to make it inside in one piece, you turned to notice two heavy bags held in each of his hands; no doubt period assistance. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he sets the bags down onto your bed to strip away his clothes, making sure to check you over for any signs of distress: there was.

“How you feelin’? Looks like you had a nap!” His cheery demeanor never failed to bring a smile to your face as you leaned forward to inspect the items he had gotten you. Pads, tampons, sweets and more, paired perfectly with your favorite ice cream flavor.

“Thank you, Keigo.” You bit your lip, strong emotions of love and devotion churning inside you, your eyes watering as you gaze adoringly up at him. You marveled at how good to you he truly was, especially since last night you were experiencing the worst pms cramps and your loving boyfriend decided an orgasm was the best cure. Only after he had you cumming around his cock, he had pulled out to witness his prick coated with your release and your blood.

So embarrassing.

“Aww, of course, Dovey.” He said, pulling you close into a hug so he could settle down with you onto the bed, cuddling you into his chest as he rubbed over your sore muscles. “Wait, I should put away your ice cream first so it doesn’t melt.”

You giggled wetly, cheeks still coated in your tears as you watched him take everything out of the bags for you to put them away.

Waltzing back in the room, he begins changing into his loungewear, the outfits you think he looks sexiest in.

“How did your day go? Was it okay at least?” If you weren’t crying before, you were now, a throaty sob etched its way from your chest, quickly followed by more tears and wails of sadness; you just needed him to hold you.

“I guess that’s a no.” He chuckled softly, a gentle: C’mere, Baby murmured into your hair as he pulled you back into his chest, enveloping you in his comforting earthy, aromatic, and warm spicy scent. After you cried, you droned on about your shitty day, how your period only heightened every insecurity and every single emotion known to man.

He didn’t have much to say, only humming to show he was still listening as he petted and massaged your body. He planted sweet kisses on top of your head and along your cheeks, thumbing at your waist as he showered you in loving praise and sweet: I love you’s.

“Wan’ you inside,” you begged after a moment, gripping his plain t-shirt in between your fingers as you nosed you face further into his neck. “Please, Keigo, wan’ you s’bad.”

He shushes you with a loving kiss, shimming you gently onto your back as he lays with you chest-to-chest, yet still mindful of your tender breasts.

“I’m right here, Pretty girl.” He says, intertwining your hand with his, giving it a firm squeeze as he pulls away to search your face for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he resumes his long and slow kisses, making sure not to leave any parts of you untouched.

He peels away your clothes after his own before wrapping his arms around your middle to coax your body into his. You wrap your legs around him, moaning as his fingers slip between your bodies to rub against your clit. He refrains from taking your nipples into his mouth, instead leaving fluttering kisses across your chest and neck as he inches his cock near the entrance of your now dripping pussy.

“You ready, Angel? Hm?” He pulls his face from your neck to rest his forehead against yours, rubbing his lips against your own as he awaits your permission. You simply nod your head with a desperate: please, gasping at the pleasure of him filling you up inch-by-inch. The sound of his deep and guttural groans has you clenching around him, whining at the intrusion.

Giving you a moment to adjust, he sets a slow pace after your nod of confirmation. With your hands intertwined, he takes his opposite to rest on your cheek, guiding you to meet his passionate kisses of love. You both quickly find a compatible rhythm, your hips lifting to meet his own.

“Haah—Gonna make it all better, Dove.” He promises in-between moans and kisses, his cock pummeling deeper inside as he presses his hand against your stomach. He shifts his knees lower, angling his dick for your sweet spot, hips meeting yours harder-and-harder in his desperate attempt to please you.

You throw your head back as fingers make quick work over your clit, rubbing delicious circles as he pants into your neck. Lewd moans of your name leave his lips in a hurry as he holds himself back from pinning you down and chasing his own pleasure.

“You like it when I take you like this? Huh?” He purrs into your ear, accentuating his words with a deep thrust, chuckling at your squeal of pleasure.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you nice and slow don’t you, Sweet girl?” As his hips pick up in force you begin to feel the nauseas ache in your lower belly begin to unravel, your previous worries forgotten entirely. The only thought in your mind screaming: more, more, more as he fucks you into complete submission.

“Fuck—I’m almost there, Angel.” He confesses and so are you, your nails raking themselves down his right shoulder as your legs tighten around his slim waist.

His hips begin to pick up in pace as you beg for his cum inside you, feeling almost pathetic for how badly you need it: to feel loved and taken care of, held and treated with so much care like you could break. As he held you tighter, the overwhelming feeling caused every muscle in your body to stiffen and collapse all at once. You finished with a cry of his name as he came with you, a series of fucks, shits, and i love you so fucking much.

You’re both sweating and heaving as you come down from your respected highs, a dopey smile stretches over his face before he’s burrowing himself back into your chest, slowly slipping himself out of you. He perks up instantly, reaching over into your dresser for a pack of wet wipes to clean you both off of sticky cum and blood.

After he carries you in-and-out of the bathroom, lecturing you when you fought him because you were too tired. “Gotta stay safe, Baby.” He said, though you were grateful you didn’t have to walk.

Setting you back down onto your bed, he wraps you in your blankets as he pulls out a baggie with two joints cramped together, one much larger and untouched than the other.

“Why don’t you light us a joint and I’ll go make you a bowl of ice cream, hm? You can put on whatever you want and I’ll order us some takeout later. Sound good?” He says with a stand and a much needed stretch before leaning back over you to give you another kiss. You nod, silently thanking him again for going out of his way to take care of you.

“No need to thank me baby, I’ll be right back okay?” You nod again, watching as he rolls his sweatpants back over his hips and tossing you his forgotten shirt for you to wear before he exits the room. You take his shirt in your hands and pull it up to your nose, sighing at the smell of the same woody-amber fragrance of his cologne paired with his natural musk. You slip the shirt back over your head to do as he says, after all, you might as well when he takes such good care of you.

[takami-takami]

hello! (if you're comfortable answering) what are your personal favorite nsfw headcanons of keigo while in a romantic relationship? loved your recent post about him + post nut clarity hahaha that was really interesting

BOY AM I GLAD YOU ASKED!

He's a switch. A million percent. A very, very sexually repressed switch. As a person, he tends to grip tightly to his little indulgences, like food and sweets, because that's all he has. Once he feels comfortable with you, once he has you to himself, he gets very feral and very, very indulgent to both of your desires. Don't be fooled though, he's still a romantic at heart!

Man eats pussy for his own pleasure. You think this is just for you? Oh, honey. He's a glutton for it, dedicated to dragging every whimper and scream he can get from your lips. He's content as can be to stay between your legs for hours.

Not a traditional sadist, but he gets a sick thrill from bullying and teasing you. He loves to watch you squirm in embarassment and humiliation; it's his favorite little game to play.

Doesn't like hurting you for real– Well. Maybe just a little. He occasionally enjoys scratching you up, biting, etc. Will probably slap you around a little if you ask nicely; not because he likes to hurt you per say, but because it's just so cute when you beg for it. He adores when you melt under his touch, a submissive mess.

He is a masochist, though.

Big on mutual ownership. It tugs at his heartstrings. How this manifests in bed: Maybe he collars you, maybe the idea of petplay makes the tips of his feathers tremble and spread out possessively. Who knows!

One thing's for sure, he fucking loathes that he can't let you mark his neck with lovebites like he does yours because of his job. He'll be such a crybaby about it, you'll have to console him.

[poppy5991]

Hawks: I was just in the neighborhood.

Endeavor: Ah, okay

Shoto: Don’t you live on the opposite side of the country? How are you ‘in the neighborhood’?

Hawks:

[heroinetales]

The spoilers for chapter 422 have me so fuckin' pumped right now. Like My Hero was built upon friendship and unity and I'm a sucker for that shit every time. It truly shows that no matter how powerful you think you are or if you think you can do it alone all alone there's people that love you and are always willing to lend you a helping hand