#our hero academia

[punkeropercyjackson]

I don't care about Yuji,sorry.Momo is a better character than him though and that i'm not sorry for saying #feminism

[thisisourheroacademia]

I’ve started to take art requests and this is a request from RushMaster on Fanfiction.Net. 

They asked for STRQ and All Might together in their school days. However, due to an estimated age gap between All Might and STRQ (six to ten years), such a scenario is impossible. Instead, I did a twofer. One with STRQ and the other with All Might and Ozpin during their school days.

[skyasimaru]

It’s a friend’s birthday tomorrow and she loves this character so I wanted to draw her something nice to wake up to. 

Very Respectfully,

SkyAsimaru

[crookshallowao3]

Remember when we all collectively rejected Bakugou Katsuki's death so hard that he came back to life?

[bakanokiwami]

TOP 10 ANIMANGA ON AO3 BASED ON NUMBER OF FANWORKS (2009-2022)

To make this bar chart race, all series titles in the Anime & Manga Category on December 4 (or the closest date to it) of every year were copy-pasted from Wayback Machine to Google Sheets, rearranged according to number of fanworks, and then inputted to Flourish to turn into a bar chart race. November 2022 is basedon November 11, 2022 data.

Miraculous Ladybug was actually in the top 10 Anime & Manga from 2016-2021, before it was finally removed from the Animanga category in 2022. I'm excluding it in the rankings since it shouldn't have been in the animanga category in the first place.

CLAMP - Works was actually in 9th place in December 2013, but too many series were moving up and down the rankings at the time so it was impossible to catch a glimpse of it.

Thanks for understanding and hopefully I didn’t mess up anywhere! 🙏

ETA: Locked fanworks aren't included in the count because Wayback Machine can’t view those, only Ao3 users can.

[makethiscanon]

Just a warning, AO3 (@transformativeworks) is being overrun with bots. Please don't click these kinds of links if someone comments on your fic 🙄

Idk where they take you but I'm not risking it to find out.

(Also, remember to delete the comment from your fic and not just your inbox)

EDIT: Better off reporting the comments as SPAM actually!

[z-mizcellaneous-z]

HEY BKDKBK SHIPPERS I HAVE THE MOST IMPORTANT NEWS TO SHARE WITH YOU ALL

"Romantic Face Punching" is a whole fucking tag on AO3.

i've already added the tag to my Ground Beta bkdk fic. we need to flood this tag Immediately the whole point of bkdk is the Romantic Face Punching

[pjs-everyday]

ochakoooooooo ૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა sweet as can be lol // expression practice, who's next? ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

[dawn-moths]

Tomura x Reader

word count: 1,300+

(You tend to Tomura’s dry, cracked hands and itchy skin while the two of you watch a movie.)

disclaimer/content warning: no warnings apply! just a lil sfw drabble in honor of tomura’s birthday. also reader has a technology/hacking quirk. enjoy!

The light from the television cast the room in a pale glow, muted colors shifting from blue to green and back to blue again as the scene of the movie oscillated between the perspective of the two main characters— the protagonist and antagonist about to come to a head.

Tomura was enraptured, unable to tear his unblinking gaze from the screen as the tense music began to pick up speed, the cuts between the two opposing sides getting faster and faster until they met on the same ground, the final fight about to build to a crescendo.

You, however, were currently focused on something much more important than a dramatic psychological thriller you’d already seen a million times.

Because, being carefully massaged between your soft little hands was one of Tomura’s big, rough palms, the skin cracked and flaking with irritation.

“Tomu…” you murmured, sort of with a concerned, sympathetic coo. “I told you… you don’t need to wait until they’re this bad to come to me. I can do it nightly, I don’t mind.”

All he gave in response was a simple hum and a barely detectable nod. You felt his hand tense slightly in yours as the fight took a turn and the villain got the upper hand. You knew that’s who he was rooting for, though, unfortunately, very few films ended with the bad guys winning in the end.

You continued to work the first layer of lotion into one of his hands, then reached over to grab the other from his lap, giving it the same treatment. It was a thin, lightweight hand cream that, for you, normally did the trick. In the colder months, maybe you would have to reapply it two or three times a day, at most, but for Tomura, you’d gathered every lotion, cream, and salve within your moisturizing arsenal to treat him with.

All it took was one look at his hands to know it was going to be a lengthy process.

“Just tell me if any of it starts to burn or sting,” you instructed him, finishing with his left hand and retaking up the right one where, just as you’d thought, the first layer of lotion had already soaked all the way in and left his hand still feeling dry, albeit slightly less rough. “And if you notice any unusual redness by tomorrow you need to—”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He appreciated your help, truly he did, but he wasn’t used to having someone fuss over him like this. The care you offered was still a foreign thing to him.

He remedied the harsher edges of his voice then by looking over and giving a small grin, chapped lips beseeching of your attention as well. Lightly squeezing your hand in his, he said, “I’ll let you know.”

That seemed to placate you, for the time being at least, and you resumed your work tending to his hands.

“You better…” you muttered with a crooked grin.

Now moving onto the second layer, you flipped open the cap of a thicker, slightly stronger eczema cream. It would help lock the moisture in better than the surface layer that you’d just finished applying. It was your favorite for whenever you, yourself, encountered any stubborn dry patches on your own skin. A few days of this stuff and your ailment would disappear. You figured it would take a few weeks to have even half the effect on Tomura, though, it wasn’t so much the appearance of his skin that concerned you. It was more so how the constant itching sensation affected him.

It was painful, you could tell. It showed in the way he flinched and hissed and scratched himself raw, carving new scars over old ones. It hurt you to watch him hurting, so whatever you could do to help him feel more comfortable in his own skin, you were more than willing to try.

“Ah, man…” you heard Tomura grumble, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “They always let the heroes win. So predicable…”

He turned his attention away from the movie— there was only about ten minutes left now anyway— and instead decided to focus more on you now.

“What’s this one do?” He half-mockingly, half-curiosity inquired, plucking up step three of your six step lotion lineup for the night. He narrowed his eyes as he read the packaging, smirk widening as he asked with a bit of a chuckle, “And what the fuck is colloidal oatmeal?”

You swiped it from his grasp, motioning for him to give you back his hand.

“It helps your skin!” was all you could offer in defense. And then, before he could tease you any further, you said, “Now stop stalling and sit still.”

To humor you, Tomura complied, though the way his entire body relaxed the more you lulled him with the soothing circles you massaged into his hand spoke to just how much he’d needed this. Craved it. He never asked for it himself, but whenever you told him to sit down and let you tend to him, he never tried to argue.

“Y’know, I’ve been trying to do some research,” you eventually admitted, “and I think I might’ve found a few products that could really give you some relief in the long term. They’re pricey but…”

“Well,” Tomura shrugged. “That’s what shoplifting was invented for.”

At that, you gave a gentle chuckle. “Well, some of these things are prescription only…” You shot him a coy glance. “Which is why I’ve also been researching how to commit prescription fraud.”

“Ah,” he replied, perking with sarcasm. “Glad to see your robbery skills are leveling up.”

You let out another laugh, opened the cap to the next ointment. “Forging medical documents might be the boss battle,” you joked.

“Yeah…” he sighed, something in his expression softening then. “But if anyone can beat it, it’s gonna be you.”

You felt yourself warming to his praise. You were his favorite little hacker, after all, your quirk allowing you to enter into any kind of technology— the internet included— and navigate through it as if it were a physical space, your consciousness traveling into the coding and giving you the ability to alter things, to fidget with and rearrange the contents like they were items on a shelf or paintings on a wall.

By now, you were nearing the end of your moisturizing process, a pile of previous lotions, potions, oils, and hand creams collecting on your side of the couch.

“How does it feel?” you asked him. He hadn’t complained about any discomfort, but you still wanted to make sure.

“Mm, pretty good, I think,” he answered. Though, what he really liked most about these exchanges wasn’t necessarily the effect it had on his skin, but rather getting to have your full attention, privately, away from the other members of the League.

He liked how meticulously you tended to his hands, making sure to get every inch from fingertips to wrists.

He liked how you touched him with such gentle care, dare it be compared to love.

“Good,” you smiled, interlocking your fingers with his as soon as you were done. After these sessions, your palms were even softer than they'd been at the start.

You snuggled against his shoulder, resting your head against it even though it was a bit boney. His hand grasped yours just a little tighter, a silent plea for you to stay here, like this, with him, for just a while longer.

“Thank you…” Tomura eventually muttered, sounding halfway to dozing off. You were starting to drift too, so you almost missed it. But once it registered to you you grinned, softly nuzzling against him.

“Anytime,” you murmured.

Anytime.

[svnraez]

shoutout to artists and fanfic writers, you guys really are the entire backbone of every fandom ever and i love you for it.

[punkeropercyjackson]

The ratio of Bakugou stans calling Momo a nepotism baby as if Momo didn't canonically work nonstop her whole life to be the perfect hero with no mention of her parents helping her get into UA and an implication that they're emotionally abusive and adultify her while Bakugou is the son of two well off fashion designers who did jackshit to stop him from bullying other kids and grew up being praised and given everything he wanted just because he was born with a cool power and natural smarts and those got her shoved aside and invalidated nonstop and him gotten away with everything by both the narrative and the fandom.......Grrrrrrr

[thisisourheroacademia]

It’s been a while...

[fever-dreamer97]

This attack on AO3 happened just when I have been getting back into my writing, and was really close to finally posting it 😔😔

But seriously, what a shitty thing to do on a site where a lot of people can express themselves. This site isn’t just a bunch of fandoms but people who love to write as an outlet to their stress.

And there are some super talented writers out there, like ‘you need to be a novel writer right now’ talented.

Super grateful to everyone who volunteers to always keep our hell-site going strong and how they’re fighting to fix it at this very moment. 🙏🏻🙏🏻

[autumnmobile12]

So I made this comic.

And then I made this one.

I have others planned for the same alternate universe.

There's too many ideas and too little time to do all the comics I want to do since this is a very slow medium of storytelling.

So I thought, 'Screw it, guess I'm writing a fic now.'

The Summer Camp Ambush Simulation

The kanji on the wooden hyousatsu was too worn, weather-beaten, and altogether rotted out to be clear, but he could tell it used to read Sako.  The house itself had probably been a nice place in some distant past, a comfortable home where a thriving and happy family once resided.  Now, the windows were clouded with grime and mold, the front yard was overgrown with weeds, and the engawa-porch had warped into a terrain of its own.  As he stood before the front door, looking over the address he’d copied from his notes one last time, Aizawa was reluctant to imagine what state the interior was in.  With some disappointment at finding he was in the right place, he let out a tired sigh and rang the remarkably still intact doorbell.

A short conversation.  In and out.  No hassle.

From the other side of the door, a muffled voice immediately answered the bell with an exasperated shout.  “No, no, no!  There are far too many people here already!  I did not sign up for my home to become the halfway house for wayward youths!”

Aizawa frowned and took a strategic step back, bracing himself for possible aggression as a series of rapid footfalls grew louder and louder in their approach.

“Well, who’s here now——”  the voice continued, only to go dead silent when the front door was flung open, aside from a quiet,  “Oh.”

It was odd seeing Sako Atsuhiro without his mask.  He looked younger than he sounded and from the way he stared at him in bewilderment, Aizawa suddenly felt his visit had not been expected after all.  “Good evening,”  he said.  “I have a certain matter to discuss with Todoroki.  I was told to meet him here.”

...

Full chapter available in the link above.

If you want a read a fic where the Vanguard are a vigilante group participating in UA's summer camp by running a surprise attack simulation, plus extra, I gotchu.

I also try to write as much 'in character' as I can if that interests you. No hate to OOC, I just love the challenge of trying to keep true with canon personalities as much as the fan-plot allows.

[sparki3poptart]

Happy Gay Month Ya’ll

They’re happy and gay and in love

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

Overly crispy image but Tomura is the best lol