#slight mha spoilers ?

[flying-cat]

happy bakudeku day deku can't imagine a world in which kacchan doesn't exist

(cough cough read my tags)

[allmightluver]

I see people talking about this image in the bottom right corner.

Yup. That be a giant empty hole ladies and gentlemen. Where his organs should be.

You can also see the amount of blood he’s coughed up along the side of his face. This man literally should be dead right now. Like his heart had to be right there.

[coffeeandtoastforbreakfast]

Duo holders, but make it the Barbie & Ken mugshot meme.

[willthemonsterswin]

recently got back into mha, go me 🦄

[red-sneakers]

Just click play

[ethereal-feline]

Dance of Heroes!

Chapter 1 "Kindness" is now up! A crossover of My Hero and Demon Slayer!

[toshinoris-spouse]

Most lovers of Toshinori Yagi: Oh thank God he got his white eyes back-

Me, silently: I crave those black voids, like the endless reaches of space, echoing ever-outward in their depth, those twin blue stars, blazing with so much ferocity in the darkness, refusing to give in, refusing to falter, those eyes that seem to say you can never put my light out,

[kitkatyes]

(For the Writer Ask Game :3)

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

(No pressure. :3)

Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

yeagh,,,, one of my favourites has to be Viridian by @/Silvermistanimelover I have these bi-yearly re-reads because I am waiting for the fic to update like a wife waiting for her husband to return from the war (PLEASE IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS I NEED YOU /lh) The day it finishes is the day I can leave the mha fandom for good /j

Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Oh, for sure! My final fic in whumptober last year was something that I sorta of threw together last-minute so I wasn't expecting it to do as well as I thought it would. I mean, my plan in my outline was literally this:

Recovery from KBOOM. They’ve caught the kenisim-flu and aren’t coping with it. They instinctively reach out with their TK and get splitting headaches

And somehow I still managed to take creative liberties

Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

I can't really say I have if I'm being completely honest. I'm sorta impulsive when it comes to posting fics. But I feel like I may have been a little nervous posting my first fic (I am NOT linking that one lmao, I was like 13 and it SUCKS /lh)

[jaekyungsrustyattitude]

I actually really liked Enji’s apology I can’t lie, I don’t think it was wrong of him or at all in the wrong direction! I also think that it wasn’t a self pity apology or self-centred one, he apologised to each individual member of the family separately instead of just being like “family I’m sorry”!

However, I will say this it did make me giggle how Touya was ranting, and Enji was like “yes talk speak your feelings let me have it” and then he just went on to apologise. Like honey I thought you were going to let him talk 🤭 but no honesty as someone who’s made it clear I don’t like Enji, I actually really enjoyed this chapter and liked his apology! The way he crawled to Touya 😩 my heart I swear and I mean I loved the apology. I do wish he had said more to Shouto, but in fairness baby boy did faint sooooo….it would have been pointless to say it to a comatosed Shouto 😅! Also do you think his scar on his face will be slightly bigger now due to being roasted quite a bit?? I mean he’s going to be armless on his right side!

[yourfriendlyneighbourhoodwriter]

on nights like this, where everything is peaceful and perfect, and you can’t help but ponder how lucky you are to have him, how luck you are that he lived, you place your hand over katsuki’s scar, over his borrowed beating heart, and whisper ’thank you for saving him.’

because in another life, you could have never met, never known of his existence save for the news reports of a life taken too early, never known the feeling of being whole, never known what it was like to be loved this way.

you owe all your happiness to a man — a hero — you’ll never meet, and you’ll never stop thanking him for it.

[africaneclipse]

Currently on my period which is making me more emotional than usual, the recent manga leaks are NOT helping to calm my emotions. BUT i kept going over this same thought process becuz of stressing over the leaks and I had to share it. So.

Katsuki is Izuku’s symbol of victory, something we’re told kinda early on and that Izuku is open(ish) about. But Izuku..he is Katsuki’s symbol of hope. Something we’re not told through words but actions. The whole story BEGINS with Katsuki held hostage by a villain in what appears to be an impossible, hopeless situation. Who steps in when all hope seems lost? Izuku, of course. Katsuki is later kidnapped and pro’s and Class 1-A are once again stuck on what to do and here comes Izuku again, determined as all hell and unwilling to let despair win.

Again and again when Katsuki is in danger with no way out and the end for him seems near, Izuku shows up, everytime bringing hope for survival, hope to be saved and WIN. And here he is again in the latest chapter, showing up when he’s needed to bring hope to a dire situation directly involving Katsuki once more.

Basically, what im tryna get at issssss;

When Katsuki makes his entrance, Izuku knows the tides will turn in the heroes favor because Katsuki is the embodiment of victory. When Izuku appears, Katsuki knows there’s no need to worry anymore about the outcome of a fight, because hope has arrived.

[thatoneguy031]

Okay, the whole "storywriting" thing isn't really working, especially not with the way my blog doodad works.

So, a few changes I suggest, and I want to hear y'alls opinion on them:

Make the stories more scattered/Talk about them whenever, however: I can't really find my old posts, even with the tags on my pinned post, so I want to tell my stories in a less organized manner. Besides, I might have ADHD, and I have a hard time focusing on so many things at a time. That might be another reason why asks aren't answered faster, too. Sorry about that, by the way.

Let characters answer whatever: I dunno, I just feel like the whole "spoilers" thing might not even work, especially since I wasn't taking them too seriously to begin with. Heck, I literally confirmed that Trevor's story is a gag plot or whatever humans call them, so it would check out.

Changing my pinned post at some point: I'm not replacing the one I already have, I'm just rewriting some stuff regarding my aforementioned stories, mainly the ones about Jason, Chris, and Delta. This was when I was still getting used to the whole Rotomblr thing, and when I didn't really know what I was doing. This is a site for jokes and games, and I'm a jokey-gamey dude. And, it serves as an excuse for me to blabber about basically anything about them.

On top of that, this is sort of a reminder that you can ask me basically anything regarding my hobbies, battle experience, or anything really. And, with me getting a tablet at some point, maybe I can draw the answers too.

Again, I sincerely apologize for any kind of inconvenience this can cause, and I'm still giving you all the option to let this stay how it was before. I'm just excited to talk about the stuff I've worked on for a while, and I don't think that the way I was doing it before was cutting it. I just think that this'll be a little easier on me.

And, the reason why I say I might have ADHD instead of having it flat-out stated is because I've never gotten an official diagnosis. It was a mix of laziness on my part, and being too broke to go to a Pokemon Center. Basic healing is free, but that's for the superficial stuff, like basic cuts and bruises. If it comes to the stuff I'm concerned about, it's gonna cost a pretty penny.

Either way, if I do have it, I don't want it to get in the way of the things I've been doing already. Like I've said before, I just want to make it easier on myself.

Stay awesome, dudes!

[procrastination-artist]

we all have reasons for the people that we become -

sometimes better, sometimes worse than those we’re running from.

[kaidoslastbraincell]

nana shimura and the first holder of OfA...that’s it. that’s the post.

[calypsocolada]

how your first kiss went with them... ft. shigaraki, aizawa, & hawks

authors note: hi hi! just finished watching season 6 of mha and got inspired. first time writing for mha characters and started with my favorite ones :) hope you all enjoy!!

cw: angst, fem! one for all weilder, slight spoilers for season 6

wc: 2.6k

click here for my masterlist

Tomura could only watch as his mind was stolen, watch his body being overtaken by a force he wasn’t strong enough to stop. All for One’s control taking over. He knew he had seconds left before he’d no longer cease to be himself. You burned with hatred beneath him, your left arm broken and useless, your right hand holding some sharp shrapnel that you’d plunged desperately into his side, your powers flickering weakly within you. He didn’t feel the pain. Your eyes flashed, his hands around your neck, squeezing. Someone was going to win here but… it wasn’t going to be him. 

He pulled you hard, the fire in your eyes licking and burning his own but he couldn’t care less. If he was going to die he was going to make one last grave mistake that might send him to the grave earlier than expected. He leaned down where you were pinned beneath him and with impressive force, smashed his lips against your own. 

The kiss was like a fight. Like all your other fights. But lips instead of fists. With breaths instead of words. With groans instead of screams and growls. His hands gripped your face hard to keep you where he wanted you. You, in a fit of confusion and pure survival instinct twisted the shrapnel in his side. He gasped in pain but that only spurred him on, his mouth cracking yours open in a feverish attempt to be as close as humanly possible. He had no indication whether or not you wanted this until the pain ceased and he felt your tongue brush against his. His breathing hitched, muddled with pain and sorrow and complete obsession. He pulled you off the ground roughly and kissed you until you both were gasping for air. When he pulled back the state he left you in was enough to satisfy him for years. Your lips were kissed pink and wet, your cheeks had a wicked blush across them as you stared at him with utter bewilderment and something else that had his stomach tangling in knots within him.

He resigned himself to death then. He was guilty as sin.

Your hand was still on the hilt of your shrapnel that was embedded in his side as you stared at each other. Breaths heavy. Tomura didn’t know how to be kind. He didn’t know how to be soft. He’d never kissed anyone before and it should’ve been pretty damn suspicious when the first person he’d ever felt the need to devour with his lips was the one standing opposite of him in this endless war. The one he needed to destroy. And to say he wanted to devour you was almost an understatement. He wanted to climb into your body and live in your ribcage, safe and tucked away. He wanted to be inside you, wanted that mind of yours to only know him, wanted those pink lips to only speak his name, those pretty eyes to only meet his. The obsession was endless. He wanted it more than ever right now. Death knocking down his rotted door. So bad that he hadn’t even noticed his own tears before they fell and hit your cheeks. You blinked a few times, slowly coming back down from the clouds. Tomura reached for you a last time, the pad of his thumb swiping his tears off your cheek. 

“Save me, hero.” He breathed out before everything went black.

~

“Again!” He called as you huffed. Aizawa was a relentless teacher. You felt your powers flicker inside your veins as you tried to control them, to harness them and use them the way they were meant to be used. But dammit, you were tired. You two had been at this for hours. You weren’t some kid he could push around and it was then, with exhaustion mingling with annoyance you shook your head defiantly. Throwing your hands down.

“I’m done!” You growled at him, tossing aside your practice weapon. Aizawa straightened.

“We’re just getting started, hero.” He mocked as you stared at him with venom. He knew all about your inherited quirk, knew there wasn’t much time for you to harness it and so he’d been pushing you to the edge for months to train you. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you then? Fraud?” He asked and that fire that you wanted to extinguish flickered in seconds, catching your inside on fire. 

“I’ll kill you!” You growled. You didn’t need that useless weapon. You outstretched your arm and black whip shot out like an extension of your grip, it wrapped around Aizawa in milliseconds as you yanked him towards you. You knew he’d use erasure and you were looking forward to it. The moment he used it it didn’t stop his moment as black whip dissolved around him, your powers canceled out only for his face to meet your fist. You hit him hard enough to rattle the brain in his skull. He hit the ground even harder and for a moment your heart leaped. He’d always said you were quick to fly off the handle and you’d just proved him right. Your hand ached, your knuckles busted. Aizawa groaned from the ground, pushing up on his forearms. You breathed out a relieved breath, thinking you had maybe killed him with that fuckery of a move. 

“That was smart.” He sighed, his upper cheek already had a bruise forming. “Why don’t you give me this energy during practice instead of making me get you angry?” He asks as you look at him hard.

“We’ve been at it for hours.” You growled angrily. “I’m tired.”

“And you don’t think I am too?” He pushed to his feet, giving you a hard look, his dark hair falling in his face. “You are a brat. You are stronger than any quirk user yet you don’t care enough to really harness those powers. You asked for this.”

“I know!” You burst out, turning pointedly away from him, dreaming of your bed, dreaming of a night without nightmares of all for one stealing your power and killing the world. You weren’t a kid but you were still young, young enough that this burden on your shoulders was crushing you. 

“You can’t run from this.” Aizawa said but he didn’t sound angry. You still didn’t turn to face him. “You think you’re all alone?”

“Of course I’m alone! It’s just like you said, I’m the strongest.”

“Everyone needs a hand. Even All-Might.” Aizawa said. You turned on him, eyes sharp. 

“All-Might defeated All for one on his own. There’s not a soul that could stand beside me and not be killed.”

“I’ve stood beside you this whole time. I’ve trained you. You think I’ll just let you go at it alone after everything we’ve been through?” Aizawa asked as the look in your eyes hardened.

“I won’t let you.” You said in a low, intimidating voice. Aizawa’s lips parted slightly. “All for one will not get a shot at you. I’ll die before that happens.”

“You’re stubborn but not as stubborn as me.” Aizawa returns, taking a step towards you. “I’m with you till the end.”

“Did you not hear a word I-” Aizawa leaned into your space, hand sliding over your cheek as his lips cut off your sentence. You almost pulled back but he stepped closer to you, one hand on your face the other sliding around you and resting on the dip of your back. You pushed him back forcefully, your breath shaky as you stared at him. 

“Forgive me… I-” You grabbed him roughly by his shirt, slamming your lips against his. He grunted against your lips in surprise, hands barely ghosting over your hips. You kissed him unforgivingly hard. This was a sort of ultimate payback in a small way, of all the hours he overworked you. You pushed him back on the training mat and slid atop him. This was a form of practice, right? A workout that wouldn’t exhaust you… or would it? If he thought for a moment you’d let him help you now he was sorely mistaken. But on the other side of the coin, if you thought for a moment he wouldn’t die for you, you were sorely mistaken as well. Rock meets hard place.

~

“Idiot.” You growled beside his hospital bed. Hawks looked peaceful and you wanted nothing more than to shake him awake and smack some sense into him. But he was still healing so your assault of slaps and punches would have to wait. You huffed. Leaning back in your chair, flipping through the channels on the tv. It wasn’t long before your mind wandered to the same thing you’d been thinking about for days.

Hawks almost dying for you. Hawks pushing you aside before you were impaled with Shigaraki’s power. Having to watch Hawks get impaled, having his eyes meet yours and a stupid soft and beautiful smile on his face as he mumbled something you didn’t even get to hear. You tried remembering again, tried focusing on his lips in your memories but it was of no use. You huffed, unable to relax as you turned back to look at him. The number two hero. You stare at him, your eyes drifting to those lips. You willed him to say those words again and when his eyes opened you didn’t even notice.

“Watching me sleep? How romantic.” He said, his voice gruff from being unused for days. You jumped at not only the sound of his voice but being caught staring at his lips.

“I wasn’t. I was trying to kill you with my mind.” You grumbled protectively, eyes snapping up to meet him. The way he looked at you was the most dangerous thing you’d see in a while. The pure adoration in his eyes, the smile that formed on his lips at your joke. It twisted at your insides.

“Are you alright?” He asked because the last thing he remembered in the fight was you hurt and in trouble. You tensed.

“You're the one in a hospital bed.” You growled. Hawks seemed to just notice this fact, he was utterly distracted by the fact that you’d been sitting at his bedside. He reached for your hand but you pulled away and stood to your feet.

“Y/n-”

“I told you not to get involved.” You growled. “I had it under control but you had to go and try to play the hero.”

“I am a hero.” Hawks said, something in his eyes that angered you more.

“Not to me. I don’t need your sacrifice. If you wanna get yourself killed, do it for someone else.” You hissed. He looked at you. You hoped your venomous words would have some effect on him. You wanted him to be angry. Wanted him to hate you. To look at you with harsh eyes but his expression didn’t change.

“Such venom.” He said with a smirk. If you didn’t have some modicum of control over your powers and anger this whole hospital would’ve been brought down. “Are you trying to push me away again?”

“What?” You huffed.

“You heard me, number one. I know what you’re doing but it’s not gonna work.”

“And what am I doing?”

“What you do to everybody you start to care about. You lash out at them so they’re not tempted to stay by your side when things go sideways.” 

“I-- I don’t do that.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” Hawks admonished with a shake of his head. You take in a deep breath, tensing your jaw. “Growl all you want, I’m not getting scared away.”

“You’re crazy. You almost died, this isn’t some fucking joke.”

“I knew I’d be fine. Knew you’d carry me off the battlefield.” He croons, you stare at him hard.

“How could you have known?”

“I’m an optimistic guy.” He smiles. You roll your eyes, turning to leave. He catches your wrist just as you reach for the handle.

“What-? You need to stay in bed, idiot.” You growl as Hawks holds your wrist gently in one hand, the other on his bandaged torso.

“I’ll get back in bed if you stay.”

“Are you serious?” You growl as he nods his head.

“Deadly serious.”

“You’re a child.” You sigh. 

“Stay. Don’t run away from me.” He says and the seriousness in his voice has your stomach flipping. You pull out of his touch.

“Get in bed.” You direct and his eyes look down into yours, a challenge.

“Make me.” He says. Your eye twitches as you waste zero time pushing this idiot back towards his bed. Once the backs of his knees hit the mattress he pulls a move on you and you’re pulled on top of him. You two tumble onto the hospital bed. Your heart lurches dangerously into your throat, feeling the warmth of his hands ghosting your hips. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Hush.” He says, hands sliding up to either side of your face as he pulls you down so that your lips meet. The shock of his cold lips against yours was like a rush to your system. An overloading and overheating shock. You gasped at the ache of want that tore through you. That had always been lurking beneath every tense moment with Hawks. Him training you. You two on missions. Reluctant breakfast, lunch, and dinners with him. He wormed his way into your heart and you hated it. Anyone close to you was surely going to be killed and that dangerous hope in your chest that built when he was around should’ve raised flags for you. But you let him in. You selfish creature. You pushed him back, and moved shakily to your feet. Hawks reached for you again and you caught his wrist, twisting it. He flinched in pain, staring at you with confusion and hurt.

“Don’t touch me again.” You growled. You needed space from him, your head swimming, your eyes traitorously drifting to the lips that had just been against yours.

“What's wrong?” Hawks asked. You stepped back, narrowing your eyes.

“You never listen. You-- you’re always trying to confuse me and sneak your way into my-- you need to leave me alone.”

“No.”

“N-No?” You asked as Hawks barely raised his brows, nodding his head. His blond hair falling against his forehead. He looked so annoyingly beautiful you wanted to hit him. 

“I don’t just sacrifice my life for anybody.” He says as he stands, wincing in pain.

“Just stay in the damn bed-” He pulled you to him, inches taller than you, eyes unwaveringly serious as he spoke his next sentence.

“I love you.” He said and the words had your eyes widening, a soft gasp escaping your lips. He clearly loved that he caught you off guard. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know what I said.” 

“What you said?” You echo, unable to properly digest this moment. 

“When I saved you. I said I loved you.” The words his lips spoke that you’d been driven up a wall trying to remember. If he died you would’ve never known.

“I hate you.”

“Close enough.” He grins, leaning and pressing his lips gently to yours. You didn’t push him off, you didn’t have the strength, something selfish was taking over and you didn’t have the will power to fight it. You’d played it safe for years. Not letting anyone get close. But… you failed. You kissed Hawks back with twice the passion, pushing him back on the bed, caging him beneath you. If he was going to love you you were going to let him. Damned selfishness…

[jellybelly-may]

❝𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐑𝐞𝐯 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!❞

‎☠‧₊˚✧[aniki! nii-chan!]✧˚₊‧ ☠

haitani brothers x younger sibling!reader [platonic!]

cw: -

⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆

General Hcs:

protective brothers! 

while they are laid-back towards most things, they become like hawks when it comes to you

anyone who threatens you (or even a slight complain from you) is met with the wrath of the Haitani brothers

they have an unspoken agreement to keep you safe, and they take it very seriously (maybe a little too serious) 

besides that, being the younger sibling, you probably picked up lots if fashion tips from Ran

let's admit it, Ran’s the most fashionable out of the three of you

Ran enjoys taking you shopping 

probably picks clothes that suit you

though sometimes it’s a little too much for your taste

Rindo always teases you about dressing too much like Ran

these 2 LOVE teasing you 

whether it’s Rindo who loves to mess with you (or specifically your hair) or Ran who likes to call you by embarrassing nicknames

despite teasing you, they know their limits

they always make sure you know they’re just playing around

you learned to accept it and counter back resulting in a sibling banter

you also often find yourself being dragged into their mischief

whether it’s pulling pranks on the other members or sneaking into places you’re not supposed to be

you’re always part of their plans

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆⋆

Ran

big brother instinct! 

we’ve seen how worried he was when Rindo was hurt (manga spoilers oops)

probably gifts you a baton for your birthday

sticks a pretty pink bow on it for you

because ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ coquette ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 

does your hair for you

has a knack for knowing when something’s bothering you

even when you try to hide it

does a “spa sleepover” to talk things over

or just to help you clear your head

Ran’s calm, reassuring presence makes it easy for you to confide in him

just don’t disturb him when he sleeps!

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Rindo

Rindo may come across as the more serious and violent one

but when it’s just the both of you 

he shows a much softer side

he’s the one who patches up any injuries you get

and he’s surprisingly good at giving advice

action speaks louder than words!

he’s the one who takes you out for a late-night drive if you can't sleep at night

takes you to gyms to workout 

i just know Rindo forces you to stretch and be flexible like him

probably laughs at you when your muscles cramp 

apologizes by buying whatever treats you want 

Rindo always makes sure you’re okay, even if he has a hard time expressing it

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Bonus scene:

"Nii-chan! Shut up!!" you hissed at Rindo.

It was well past midnight when you and Rindo finally decided to sneak back into the house. As you tiptoed through the dark hallway, Rindo suddenly tripped over a wine bottle, sending it clattering across the floor.

“Not my fault!” he whispered back, glaring at the bottle.

You both froze as a soft creak came from a door—a telltale sign that Ran was awake.

Before you could even think, a dark shadow loomed at the top of the stairs. Ran stood there, arms crossed, his voice dripping with venom.

“Trying to sneak in, are we?”

Without a second thought, you and Rindo screamed, and he dragged you into the nearest hiding spot—the bathroom. You squeezed inside, hearts pounding, as Ran’s footsteps approached the door.

“Seriously? Hiding in the bathroom? Again?” Ran’s voice was muffled by the door.

"It wasn't me this time, Aniki!"

You held your breath until his footsteps retreated.

“Next time, we just don’t get caught,” Rindo whispered.

You nodded, knowing Ran would still give you an earful in the morning, but for now, you were safe.

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