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Reaction of Dark Might (Valdo Gollini) to the fact that All Might has a secret lover:

Initial reaction: shock and disgust. Dark Might, as a creation obsessed with All Might’s legacy, would initially be shocked to learn that the Symbol of Peace, the paragon of heroism, has a secret lover. All Might’s public persona is one of unwavering dedication to heroism, with no room for personal attachments that could be perceived as weaknesses. To Dark Might, this revelation would feel like a betrayal of the idealized image he both worships and seeks to destroy. He might express disgust, viewing the lover as a distraction that taints All Might’s purity as a hero. His face might contort in a sneer, his exaggerated expressions mirroring All Might’s but laced with venom. He’d likely pace or loom menacingly, his body language radiating contempt.

“A lover? You, the Symbol of Peace, hiding something so… human? Pathetic. You’re no god—you’re just a man, clinging to weakness.”

Dark Might’s fixation on All Might borders on idolatrous, and the revelation of a secret lover could spark intense jealousy. He sees himself as the ultimate inheritor of All Might’s legacy, and the idea of someone else—especially a romantic partner—having a claim to All Might’s heart or attention would enrage him. This jealousy wouldn’t be romantic but rather possessive, as if All Might’s affection for another diminishes the significance of Dark Might’s existence. He might obsessively investigate the lover, digging into their identity to find flaws or reasons they’re “unworthy” of All Might. He could confront them directly, using intimidation to assert his dominance, or mock them in front of All Might to provoke a reaction.

“Who is this nobody, stealing what belongs to me? I am his shadow, his successor, his truth. No one else deserves him.”

Dark Might is cunning and manipulative. Upon learning about All Might’s lover, he’d likely see it as a vulnerability to exploit. He might devise a plan to use the lover as leverage, either by threatening their safety to emotionally destabilize All Might or by exposing the relationship to the public to tarnish All Might’s reputation. To Dark Might, this secret is a weapon to prove that All Might is not infallible.

He could abduct the lover, using them as a hostage to lure All Might into a trap. “Come face me, hero, or your precious secret dies screaming.”

He might broadcast the relationship to the world, framing it as All Might’s hypocrisy. “The Symbol of Peace, hiding a lover while the world burns? Behold your hero’s true face!”

His aim would be to break All Might emotionally, forcing him to confront his human limitations and proving that Dark Might’s nihilistic worldview—where power is all that matters—is superior.

Dark Might’s ideology revolves around power and legacy, rejecting the softer, human aspects of heroism that All Might embodies. The existence of a secret lover would fuel his belief that All Might’s compassion and connections make him weak. He’d likely taunt All Might, arguing that love is a liability that heroes can’t afford, reinforcing his own rejection of such emotions.

In a dramatic showdown, Dark Might might monologue about the futility of love in the face of power. “You think this lover makes you strong? It chains you, All Might. It drags you into the dirt with the rest of us.”

Deep down, there might be a flicker of envy for the human connection All Might has, something Dark Might, as a clone, can never truly experience. This could manifest as fleeting moments of hesitation or rage, quickly buried under his bravado.

When confronting All Might about the lover, Dark Might would be theatrical, reveling in the chance to unsettle his idol. He’d mimic All Might’s heroic mannerisms mockingly, perhaps adopting a distorted version of All Might’s signature smile while delivering cutting remarks. His tone would shift between sadistic glee and cold fury, depending on All Might’s reactions.

If All Might Defends the Lover: Dark Might would scoff, accusing All Might of prioritizing personal feelings over his duty. “You’d risk the world for one person? You’re no hero—you’re a fool.”

If All Might Stays Stoic: Dark Might might escalate, attacking the lover’s character or threatening them directly to provoke a response. “Silent, are we? Let’s see how quiet you are when I crush their heart.”

His obsession with exposing or harming the lover could drive the central conflict, forcing All Might and his allies to protect the secret while battling Dark Might’s forces.

The lover’s existence might force Dark Might to confront his own lack of humanity, creating a moment of vulnerability that All Might or the heroes could exploit.

If Dark Might harms the lover, it could galvanize All Might, tapping into his protective instincts and leading to a climactic showdown where All Might’s resolve overpowers Dark Might’s nihilism.

While Dark Might projects confidence and malice, his reaction would be underpinned by a sense of inferiority and existential despair. As a clone, he’s defined by his connection to All Might, yet he can never fully be him. The lover represents a part of All Might’s life that Dark Might can never touch—a reminder of his own incompleteness. This could make his reaction volatile, swinging between calculated cruelty and raw, unhinged anger.

The result would likely be a dramatic, high-stakes confrontation that tests All Might’s resolve and exposes the cracks in Dark Might’s psyche.

(P. S.: To be honest, it was the first time I saw this villain in TikTok. I'm disappointed with the film, as I expected more depth from this character and more interesting interactions with Midoriya and All Might...)

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Daddy Issues (Simon Riley x GN! Reader)

Word count: 624

CW: Discussion of parental neglect/abuse

Tags: Hurt Comfort, heavy on the comfort, gender neutral reader, established relationship, ooc Simon Riley (I think)

Not beta read, you have been warn

A/N: Hey guys, I just went through a situation and needed some comfort, so I whipped this up. I thought you guys might enjoy it too.

Simon knew something was wrong when he couldn't find you anywhere downstairs. Usually, ehen he walked througu the door you were up to something, whether that was cooking, or reading a book in the living room, or working on your laptop at the dining room table. But it was eerily silent on the first floor.

He checked outside again, thinking maybe you had just gone to the store or something, but your car was still there. *Strange*, he thought as he shut the door behind him.

Quietly, he made his way through the house, checking every little detail to make sure everything was in order. Nothing was out of its usual place, no broken picture frames or sign of a struggle. After clearing the first floor, he cautiously made his way upstairs. And that's when he heard it.

Though combat had made his hearing much worse, he could pick out your soft sobs from anywhere.

He made his way to your shared bedroom, quickly pushing open the door, “Love?”

There you were, wrapped in a blanket with tears streaming down your face. You were curled into a ball, wiping your nose with your sleeve as sobs escaped your lips. Your eyes darted up to meet his, tears staining your cheeks.

In an instant, he was by your side, his hands wiping tears from your cheek, “Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?”

“I'm— I'm not— I'm not hurt,” you managed to get out, before adding, “Not— not physically, anyways.”

Simon nodded, “Okay, what happened?”

You were silent for a long moment, tears welling in your eyes again.

“I talked to my dad today…”

Simon visibly tensed as you said those words. You and your dad really didn't see eye to eye on much, and despite that, you still really loved your dad, and you so badly wanted your dad to love you the same.

Though Simon could understand the deep longing for dad who really truly loves you, he saw red every time you brought him up. He saw a man who didn't deserve to have you as his kid, a man who would rather be right over being anything else. He hated your father so truly and deeply, and the thought that your dad made you cry again really got under his skin.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, trying to keep an even demeanor, “How'd that go?”

You sniffled a bitter laugh, saying, “About as good as you'd expect.”

That really made Simon's blood boil, and though he wanted to find your father and show him the consequences of his actions, one look from your watery eyes brought him back down to Earth.

No matter how much your dad deserved to get his ass beat, that would never bring you peace or justice. And Simon knew that.

So instead, he climbed into bed with you, pulling you against him so that you had a sturdy shoulder to cry on.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked softly.

You shook your head, “Not right now, no.”

He nodded, resting his chin on your head, “Then just— let me hold you a while, okay?”

You nodded scooting closer as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He shook his head, “No need, sweetheart. Just…want to make sure you're okay.”

The two of you stayed like that for the longest time, with your face pressed against his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you. And though this didn't fix the issues you were having with your dad, it reminded you that you didn't have to face them alone. Simon was always in your corner, both metaphorically and literally. And that in it of itself, was something to take comfort in.

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how to woo your soulmate: chapter nine

pairing: villain!all might/reader rating: explicit tags: villain all might, soulmate au, slice of life/fluff, reluctantly falling in love, pov alternating, wet dream, masturbation word count: 2.5k summary:

Most people were happy with their soulmates. Sure, there were the odd few matches that simply didn’t work out, for one reason for another, but they were few and far between.

You, however… your soulmate was the Number One Villain in the country, who was intent on winning you over. After all- it’s fate, isn’t it?

chapter summary:

Yagi dreams of you, and the two of you have an important conversation about your relationship.

read on ao3 here!

taglist: @actuallysaiyan, @silvershadow1711, @duckywithahat, @crimsonflameproxy, @like-a-clock

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No Amazon. No Walmart. No Target. No Disney. No Google. No Apple. No Visa or Mastercard. And especially no Facebook. I will not be posting on Meta platforms for the next 24 hours in support of the economic blackout.

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authors!!

quick question...

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imagine being star and stripe's cute little quirkless secretary. you've been with her since the beginning, helping her in her rise to the top over the years.

it's just a professional relationship, you tell anyone who asks. star deals with the hero side of things, and you deal with the business side of things. you work well together. you spend more late tonights together at the office than you can count- star always brings your favorite takeout when you have to work late, as an apology and thank you both.

of course you love her. how could you not? how could you work by her side for decades and not fall in love with her?

and here's the wonderful part: she loves you too. sometimes, you'll go out onto the roof together, just the two of you, the cold night air giving you an excuse to cuddle up close to her... and she'll set a new rule. that you can fly. you, the quirkless little secretary. she'd give you the stars if you asked for it.

but there's only one star you want.

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You're Home (Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! Reader)

After John Price came to your home a few months ago and told you Simon was MIA, you thought your entire world was ending. You feel yourself going mad, crazy without your partner. Sometimes you feel yourself hallucinating, imagining he's there. One morning, the hallucination feels more real.

Word Count: 876

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! Reader

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Not beta read, reader is a crybaby (but a valid crybaby)

The sight of John Price at your door wasn't unusual. Sometimes Simon would invite him over for drinks, or you would invite him and the other members of TF141 for dinner. But here, on one of the cloudiest days of the year, it created knots in your stomach.

You had felt weird when you woke up this morning. At first you thought you were just being paranoid, a symptom from missing Simon. He had been radio silent for the past couple weeks, said he was supposed to be going on a solo mission and wouldn't be able to contact you until it was over.

But now, with John Price at your door, you knew your feelings were not unfounded. Price stood at your door, a somber look on his face. He wrung his hat in his hands, and though he was stoic and still, you could tell he was just as distraught as you.

"John," you said softly, "I... where's Simon?"

Price reached out a gentle hand towards you, "I'm sorry-"

"John-" you recoiled, shaking your head and covering your mouth, "John, please no-"

"Simon is missing in action," Price said softly, his hand resting on your arm, "The mission in Urzikstan went side-ways and-"

"He's not dead?" you asked, a little too hopeful.

Price's face softened, "I- we don't know for sure. I don't... I don't want you to get your hopes up..."

Your eyebrows furrowed as tears welled in your eyes. Price opened his arms, silently offering you a hug which you took. Sobs wracked your body, fear and grief washing over you like a tidal wave.

"I'm sorry," was all Price could mutter as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. You sobbed until you collapsed, the energy sucked out of your body.

That night with John Price was five months ago. Simon still hadn't come back, and each day that passed made you feel more and more hopeless. It drives you crazy, your brain playing tricks on you.

Sometimes, in the deliriam of another restless sleep, you swore you could hear his footsteps in the hall, or hear him murmuring sweet nothings in your ear.

Sometimes it brought comfort, letting yourself pretend like he had come home to you safe and sound.

But sometimes, it just cut open old wounds and left you sobbing hysterically. You tried everything to bring yourself comfort. You sprayed his pillow with his cologne, hugging it tightly as you tried to fall asleep. When it got cold, you chose his pair of skeleton print gloves over your own. Nothing worked.

One night, the hallucinations felt all too real.

You layed in bed, tossing and turning, drifting in and out of reality. As you lay in the dark, you heard the sound of the front door open, a heavy set of footsteps following the sound.

You've had nights where this has happened before. You hear the shuffling downstairs before heavy, tired footsteps approach the bedroom door. It squeaked open, and in the dark bleary night, you open your eyes just slightly to see the hulking figure standing in the doorway.

"Simon?" You mumbled softly, like you had a few nights before. Sometimes the hallucinations spoke, sometimes they don't.

"It's me, love," the hallucination said, his voice sounding as if he was holding back tears. You hold your hand out to the hallucination, inviting it into bed with you. Through your impaired vision, you could see the hallucination shuck off its shirt before climbing into bed with you. It radiated a familiar warmth, one that was…different than usual. Strong arms wrapped around you, making your eyebrows furrow. You turned in the hallucination’s grasp, staring at it through bleary eyes. You rubbed your eyes, blinking a couple times. Though that usually chased away the visions, this one held firm.

“Si— Simon?” you asked in disbelief. His hand came up to caress your face, his thumb running along your cheek. You reached up to hold his face in your hands, tears welling in your eyes after landing on the solid planes of his face.

“I missed you so much,” Simon whispered, tears welling in his eyes as well, “Every. Single. Day. All I could think of was returning home to you.”

Your bottom lip quivered, one of your hands running through his hair.

“You’re real…” you whispered in disbelief.

He let out a breath of laughter, taking one of your hands in his, a smile gracing his face.

“It’s me love,” he said, “I’m here, and I’m real.”

You let out a sob, your arms wrapping around him as you buried your face into his chest. He smelled like fresh Earth, sweat, and a hint of his cologne. You inhaled, reveling in the familiar smell.

Simon’s arms instinctively pulled you in tighter as he buried his nose in your hair.

“I— I thought— I thought—“ you sobbed, holding him tightly, as if letting go would make him disappear once more.

He shushed you, rubbing your back as he pressed firm kisses to the top of your head. He gently took your face in his hands, tilting your head so he could kiss you properly. His lips were warm and desperate, kissing you over and over again to make up for lost time.

When he pulled away, you looked up at him through tears.

“I’m— I’m so glad— I’m so glad you’re home,” you hiccupped.

He pressed another chaste kiss to your lips before he said, “I’m glad I’m home too, love.”

And with his body pressed firmly against yours, you could feel yourself relaxing. You moved yourself to lay against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, a firm reminder that he was here, in your arms. And for the first time in a long time, you both slept easy.

Thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

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This is really sweet 😭

Thoughts I have when it comes to relationships and navigating them as someone on the ace spectrum. Both Toshi and Reader are heavily implied to be on the ace spectrum somewhere. 

I realize this isn't something a lot of people can relate to, but it’s important to me so…I wrote about it.

“Do we not have sex enough?”

The question was startling, and you look up from your book to stare at your husband.

“Pardon?” You ask in return, eyebrow raised as you stare at him. Toshinori sits next to you, his arm thrown around the back of the couch to rest on your shoulder. He had been drawing vague patterns and shapes into the skin of your shoulder for the past 15 minutes as he stared quietly off into space. You were used to his introspective moods and had simply settled in comfortably next to him, content to read your book. The silence between you had only been interrupted by the rhythmic flip of paper.

Now your husband is staring directly at you, his long bangs falling into his face as they drape down his shoulders. You feel the urge to tuck one back behind his ear, so you do so. The silky strands feel soft under your fingers as you tuck them away, dragging your hand down his cheek to cup his jawline. Toshinori sighs into your touch, blue eyes fluttering closed as he presses a kiss into your palm, his own hand coming up to hold your wrist.

“Are you…are you satisfied in bed? With me? Do I do enough to make you feel good?” Those intense eyes peak open again to look at you, worry and guilt clear in his gaze. Your brow furrows in concern.

“Of course you do, baby. I love being with you no matter what.” You pause, searching his gaze. “Are you satisfied when we have sex? I had thought you were, you always said so-” He cuts you off with a pitiful grunt from his throat, looking sad.

“Of course! I…I love just having you near me as well, I enjoy what we have.” His eyes dart away from you to stare at the floor, and he pulls away from your touch on his face. “I just worry…do we not do it enough? Is it…is it normal?” Now you’re thoroughly confused.

“...Normal? How can it be…abnormal?”

“Well don’t most people have it…often? Or at least, more often than we do? And sometimes we don't even actually have sex, we just hold each other and kiss. Is that odd?” Toshinori bites his lower lip, looking more and more distressed the longer he talks. You think you have an idea of what's going on now.

“Toshi, sunflower.” He looks at you, and you kiss him fast and sweet. “Are you happy with what we have?”

“Yes.” He nods, taking your hand and lacing his fingers through yours.

“Do you want to have more sex than we do currently?” He opens his mouth and pauses, thinking for a moment.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t think so, but…is it normal to not want more…?”

“Whether it's normal or not doesn't matter. What matters is if you’re comfortable in our relationship. We decide what is normal for us, baby.” You give him another quick kiss as a reward for speaking so openly about this.

Your husband is a deeply private man, and it was not uncommon for him to keep his feelings hidden even around you, despite the many years you’ve spent together. You try to stay patient with him, and when he does open up you do your best to be as open and inviting as you can be. Praise and physical touch always works to get him to open up.

“I just…” He sighs, raking his free hand through his hair. Your eyes follow the motion, hypnotized by the way his hand curls and glides through his lovely hair. You love him so much…

“Just what sunflower? What happened?” You grab his free hand as it drops from his hair, pulling it up to kiss his worn knuckles. The scaring feels rough under your lips and you can’t help but smile at the feeling.

“The other teachers at work. We had gone out to eat and Midnight was going on about her…well her love life. Snipe and 13 had joined in…It had made me question if we don’t…if we aren’t doing this correctly…?” His voice trailed off in uncertainty, and you hummed in understanding.

“Well Toshi, are you dating Midnight?” 

“Wha-? No, of course not-”

“Are you dating Snipe? Or 13?” Toshinori huffed in amusement, shaking his head as he answered.

“No. No, I suppose I’m not.”

“Then I would say it doesn’t matter if you have enough sex to satisfy them, it’s not your role. Who are you with?” The smile is slowly stretching further across his face, his crows feet and laugh lines becoming more prominent at the motion. You give each wrinkle you see a quick kiss, and Toshi giggles further under your onslaught.

“I’m married to the most wonderful person of all, my sweetheart!” He chuckles, and you keep kissing the lines on his face.

“Thats-” kiss, “right,” kiss, “we-” kiss, “are-” kiss, “married.” kiss.

His shoulders shake even as his arms wrap around your middle, pulling you closer towards him. Your book lays forgotten on the couch as you wiggle onto his lap properly, your knees on either side of his lean hips. The smile he beams up at you is warmer than a lazy cat’s sunbeam spot. You stop kissing him long enough to cup his jawline with both your hands and look at him seriously.

“I enjoy what we have Toshinori. I don’t care if we have sex everyday, multiple times a day, once a week or not at all. I just like being close to you and being intimate with you. If that means sex, great! If it means cuddles and kisses and watching a movie? Also great! I enjoy seeing you happy, my sunflower.”

You feel him relax under you, his arms loosening where they were wrapped around your waist, his thighs losing their tension from under where you sat on them. 

“I like seeing you happy too, baby. I’m sorry, I got caught up in what they were all talking about and you’re my first in a lot of things, especially relationships…I just don’t want to ruin it…” He admits the last bit as a mumble, his head falling forward to rest on your chest. You wrap your arms around his head, holding him closer to you and burying your nose in his wild hair.

“As long as you tell me these things, you won’t ruin anything Toshi. Our relationship is ours, and we can do what we want with it. You’re my first in a lot of things too, which is why we have to talk about them. Thank you for telling me, sunflower. Don’t ever be sorry for bringing it up.”

You could barely hear the mumbled ‘Okay’ he gave in response to your words, his voice muffled by your chest as you held him tight. Eventually you would both get up, start cooking dinner and talking about the week, about important chores that need to be done.

For now, you simply held each other close.

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Hey there! I decided I wanted to work on an animatic project (just to say that I did) and this is what I have. Here is my OC x Young All Might "Lemon Boy" animatic.

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Developing Backstory: Bringing Characters to Life

1. Where It All Started: The Character’s Origin

Place of Birth: Where did your character first see the world? Think about the impact of this place—was it a busy city where they had to fight for attention or a quiet village where everyone knew everyone’s business? This location doesn’t just say where they’re from; it shapes how they see the world.

Family and Upbringing: What was their family like? Were their parents loving or distant? Maybe they were raised by someone other than their parents—a mentor, an older sibling, or even alone. Family (or the lack of it) is usually one of the most significant factors in shaping who someone becomes.

Society’s Expectations: What was expected of them when they were young? Possibly, they were born into wealth, with all the pressure to continue the family legacy, or maybe they were raised to be invisible in a world where survival mattered. How does this influence who they are now? Do they accept or reject those expectations?

2. Childhood Events That Left a Mark

First Taste of Conflict: Think about the first time the character realized the world wasn’t a perfect place. Maybe they witnessed violence or faced betrayal. What was that moment, and how did it stick with them? This moment usually lays the foundation for the character’s emotional landscape—fear, hope, ambition, or distrust all come from these early life lessons.

Childhood Dreams: When they were young, what did they want to be? Every child has dreams—did they want to be a knight, a scholar, or even just someone who could travel the world? Did they have to give up these dreams? How does that lost dream shape them now?

Formative Relationships: Who was their first best friend, mentor, or enemy? Childhood friendships and relationships often create deep bonds or wounds that last into adulthood. Did they have a mentor who taught them everything, only to betray them? Did they lose a childhood friend that still haunts them?

3. The Teen Years: Where They Start to Become Who They Are

Trials and Tribulations: What’s the biggest challenge they faced as they grew up? Was it losing a loved one, failing at something important, or maybe being forced into a role they didn’t want? These teenage years are where the emotional armor starts forming—how did the difficulties they faced shape them into the person they are now?

Education or Training: How did they learn what they know? Were they formally trained by an institution, learning everything by the book, or did they learn through experience, like a street-smart survivalist? What impact does their education or lack of it have on how they interact with others?

Teenage Bonds: Did they have a first love or a first major falling out with someone close to them? These experiences often create emotional scars or connections that they carry with them into adulthood. How does that past friendship or romance influence their behavior now?

4. Key Life Events: The Big Moments That Define Them

Trauma or Loss: Was there a moment that changed everything? Think about a significant loss—maybe a loved one, their home, or a sense of identity. How does this event affect their worldview? Do they build walls around themselves or dive into relationships with reckless abandon because they fear losing more?

Victory or Failure: Did they experience a moment of triumph or devastating defeat? Success and failure leave their marks. Were they celebrated as a hero once, leading them to overconfidence, or did they fail when everyone was counting on them, leading to crippling self-doubt?

Betrayal: Was there a betrayal that shaped their adult relationships? Whether it is a friend, family member, or lover, betrayal often changes how we trust others. Do they close themselves off, constantly expecting betrayal, or try to rebuild trust, afraid of being left alone again.

5. Where They Stand Now: The Present Moment

What Drives Them Today: What’s the one thing pushing them forward now? Is it revenge, the need to restore their family’s honor, or maybe even just survival? Whatever it is, this motivation should tie directly back to their experiences.

Emotional Baggage: What unresolved emotional wounds are they carrying? Everyone has scars from their past—some are visible, others not so much. How do these emotional wounds affect how they treat others, how they react to conflict, and how they move through the world.

Current Relationships: Who’s still in their life from their past, and how do they feel about it? Did they reconnect with someone they thought they’d lost, or are they haunted by unresolved issues with people from their past? Do they have any ongoing tensions or regrets tied to these people?

6. Tying Themes to Their Backstory

Cultural or Mythological Influence: How does their personal story tie into the larger world’s mythology or culture? Do they carry a family legacy, a curse, or a prophecy that hangs over them? How does this influence their interactions with others and their perception of themselves?

Recurring Symbols: Are there objects, dreams, or people that keep showing up in their life, symbolizing their journey? Perhaps a recurring nightmare haunts them, or they carry an object from their past that’s both a source of comfort and pain

7. Character Arc: The Journey from Past to Present

How Does Their Past Shape Their Growth?: Every character has emotional baggage that needs resolving. How does their backstory drive their arc? Do they need to forgive themselves, let go of the past, or accept who they’ve become to move forward?

Unanswered Questions from the Past: Are there any mysteries in their backstory they need to solve? Maybe they’re unaware of their true parentage, or maybe there’s a forgotten event from their childhood that will resurface and change everything.

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I already don’t like All Might bashing but nothing annoys me more than the specific brand of All Might bashing where All Might furiously discriminates against quirkless people.

When All Might tells Izuku that he doesn’t think someone without a quirk can be a hero? Most of his answer is about himself. He is the quirkless kid who became a hero and he is now horribly alone, depressed, has PTSD, too many organs lost in action and a husk of his former self while the pressure of being the number 1 hero is grinding down on him as he is losing more and more time to use his quirk every day while being extremely aware that criminality staying as low as it is fully depends on him being the number 1 hero.

When Izuku asked him if he could be a hero, All Might probably had a magnificent flashback to his whole life and couldn’t, in good conscience, tell someone so similar to him to follow the same path because of all the hardship he went through.

Izuku being the only one to help during the second Sludge villain attack didn’t make him realize that “Even someone without a quirk has the potential to be a hero!” but it made him remember what heroism really is about.

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big shout-out to selfshippers who put their dedication into writing lores for their insert/oc! you guys are awesome!

whether you stick to canon or make your own story, you know you're cooking good right there. we know making lore can be hard sometimes, but that's where the fun is!

the possibility is endless — you can put whatever you want into your insert without having to stick to canon at all, or you can be creative and connect the canon story to make your insert/oc alive. whatever it might be, you are doing amazing!

— how did you make your insert/oc? are they based on yourself or something else? and how did you meet your f/os? tell us your story!

rbs encouraged! ☆

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Frisches Luft (Fresh Air) | Ludwig Beilschmidt (Germany) x Reader

Is this partly to practice my German? A little bit. But also, I don't see enough writing where Ludwig does anything German outside of what he does in the show, so here's this. This has not been proofread. Translations at the bottom.

Pairing: Ludwig Beilschmidt x Reader

Tags: Fluff, established relationship

Summary: You had originally moved in with Ludwig during the summer. Though some German traditions you didn't quite understand, you didn't mind frisches Luft (opening all of the windows for some fresh air). You actually quite enjoyed the breeze that would float through the house during the summer. But it is now winter. And snowing. And you are not as fond of frisches Luft during the winter.

"Liebling!" You called to your boyfriend as he opened the windows. Cold air rushed through, chilling you to the core as you pulled your blanket tighter around you. Ludwig paused for a moment, look at you.

"Ja, liebe?" He asked, cracking open another window.

"Do you really have to do frisches Luft the winter?" You asked, another chill running through you.

He nodded, "Natürlich, liebling. It's gut for us. It gets rid of all the dirt in the house."

"I don't think that's how that works," you said. "Baby, it's below zero out there!"

"And??" he asked incredulously. Another shiver ran through your body, your teeth beginning to chatter.

"You're trying to kill me," you whined.

He rolled his eyes, "Dramatic much?" You pouted at that, standing up and padding over to him. You moved close to him, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" he said, confusion all over his face.

"You made me cold," you said. "Now you need to fix it by making me warm."

He let out a scoff before ushering you back to the couch, "You sit here, I'll warm you up once I'm finished airing the house." You let out an annoyed groan, but did as you were told, curling up in a ball on the couch.

About fifteen minutes later, Ludwig re-appeared in the living with another large blanket in his arms. He made quick work of wrapping you in the blanket, warmth radiating off of it. It melted the ice off your bones, your muscles relaxing.

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Did you warm this up in the dryer?"

"Ja, natürlich," Ludwig said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. "You said you were cold, I thought this would be the best way to warm you up. I have the kettle going too."

You stared at him with big eyes, your heart melting at that, "You're such a sweetheart meinen Leibling."

"Nein," Ludwig said, a blush dusting across his face, "I'm efficient."

"Nuh uh," you said, "you told me warming up my blanket in the dryer was a waste of energy."

"Well, ja, it is," he said before his eyes met yours, "but your teeth were chattering and you weren't going to stop complaining until you were warm."

You smiled at that. "You love me."

His usually stoic face melted at that as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Ja, I do."

"After you close all the windows, maybe we can have a cozy night in?" you said. "Maybe sit on the couch and cuddle, and watch a movie?"

Ludwig let out a little sigh, saying, "I would love to mein schatz, but I have a lot of paperwork that I need to get done, and presentation that needs to be finished before the conference next week."

"Oh, bitte Ludwig?" you asked, "How often do you take a break? Not often enough in my opinion."

"I'm sorry lieb-"

You removed your hands from your blankets, pressing the cool appendages to his face, stopping him in his tracks.

"Scheiße liebe!" he said, removing your hands from his face and holding them in his own. "Your hands are ice! How did that happen?"

"You did that!" you said, "How are my hands supposed to get warm without you here to hold them?"

He rolled his eyes, "Smooth liebling. Very smooth."

"I meant it Ludwig," you said, scooching closer to him, "Just one movie? And then you can get back to work. Or you could bring your laptop in here and we can cuddle while you work and I watch the movie? Please?"

Ludwig let out a sigh, bring your hands up to his mouth to blow warm air on them before saying, "Fine, you got me. After I close the windows and make your tea, I'll sit and do my work in here. But just this once, got it? Don't expect this to be a regular thing."

"Of course mein liebling," you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Ich liebe dich."

He let out a chuckle, pressing kisses to your knuckles, "Ich liebe dich, auch, Schatzi."

And so, that's exactly what he did. After a few minutes of fresh air, he closed all the windows and made some warm drinks while you picked out a movie. The two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled on the couch, Ludwig working on whatever it was he worked on and you falling asleep on his shoulder. Though you hated Frisches Luft, you loved cozy nights in with your boyfriend.

Translations:

Liebling -Darling

liebe - Love

frisches Luft - A German tradition where you open the windows in the home to allow in fresh air

Natürlich - Naturally/Of Course

mein Schatz - My treasure

bitte - Please

Scheiße - Shit

Ich liebe dich (auch)- I love you (too)

Schatzi - a German term of endearment

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"maybe you'll feel it, too" -best friends to lovers prompts

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

lingering hugs and stares

"you know i'm always going to be there for you, right? always."

compliments that are borderline (sometimes just blatant) flirting but they cover it up as just being a really supportive friend

^ "you sure this looks fine?" "trust me, you look fine as hell..."

being overly protective of the other (especially when it comes to relationships)

showing displays of affection that might seem questionable to others around them (ex. kissing each other on the cheek/ hands)

hand placement when hugging or guiding them also being a little more on the questionable side

"i'm always thinking about you."

being unable to tear their eyes off of them, especially when watching them excel at something they're best at

sharing clothes

"why are you looking at me like that?"

unconsciously including them in conversation when they're not even around

"there's no one else that makes me laugh the way you do."

noticing them blushing coincidentally after making a comment. but they can't be blushing because of what they said. they wouldn't. would they? no, of course not...right?

holding hands and neither of them knowing when (or wanting to) let go

when that realization hits that they really wouldn't rather spend their time with anyone else the way they do with their "best friend"

rambling on and on and on and wait are they looking at my eyes or my lips?

"if we were dating i'd take you to all the best places.." "what's stopping you?" "excuse me."

"can i kiss you?" "you have no idea how long i've waited to hear you ask that."

the relief that washes over both of them when the feelings are finally out there

"why didn't you tell me?" "the same reason you didn't tell me. i didn't want to lose you."

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Introductory Post

Hi there! I should have probably done this sooner, but you can call me SC! I'm 20 years old and in college right now. I write fanfic for fun and so far, I've only written for Simon "Ghost" Riley because it's what I'm most comfortable with, but I may start writing for other characters in the future.

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