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  • yamalegacy
    05.06.2021 - 1 mont ago
    #🍌 answered#uwabami too #sad we haven't seen more of her #i like me some snake lady #unless it's medusa in ac odyssey bc fuck her #she ate all my arrows and i will never forgive her
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  • wanderingchocolateeclair
    06.04.2021 - 3 monts ago

    Okayyy, little update on what I’m currently up to~

    I have not made a single dent in that long list of things in my pinned post....instead I have started multiple other things ahaha

    I’m in the middle of writing out a reply to some EctoLoader angst asks and generally writing angst for EctoLoader, when suddenly my brain just goes “hey, you’re in a great angsty mood today! Guess it’s a great time to just completely start two more entire angst pieces and one of them is gonna be a full fic thing :D”

    So uh....yeah :) I mean I guess you have some more stuff to look forward to?

    I started to work on the pizza piece and the sketch is almost done (once the sketch is finished that’ll be much more motivating to finish it)

    Brain got distracted and I’m now drawing Uwabami

    A Frayed Thread of Hope - working on the next part

    Got several EctoLoader angst asks and things I’m writing out but at the moment:

    (I’m going to post a sneak peek for one of these I think) I’ve got another Edgejeanist angst thing, that was initially planned as just a short piece but has turned out to be much better in the form of a longer piece with multiple parts. (I have two particular lines that I am set on using in it and I will post those as the things cuz yeah)

    Hana and Mao angst!!! I swear that I hadn’t forgotten about them 👀

    And another (with minimal context because it’s funny but it’s angst nonetheless) Jeanist laundry basket and uh oh! Shinya slow? No don’t worry, we’ll deal with it.

    So yeah!! Hope you look forward to it! Btw my focus is very unpredictable so don’t expect these in any order!

    #bnha #eclair rambles a bit :) #edgeshot#best jeanist#ectoloader#hakamada tsunagu#kamihara shinya#ectoplasm#power loader#edgejeanist#wooh #look forward to it I guess #but yeah #imma post a sneak peek soon #for one of them #yeah #ahahaaaaaa why is my brain like this #aside from that #I’m also drawing Uwabami cuz I love her and she is way too pretty not too #*to#damn#love you #lmao can you figure out the last one ?
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  • chaotic-trash-can
    05.04.2021 - 3 monts ago
    #you have a good day too #miruko x ryukyu #miruko x ryukyu x uwabami #I kinda want to write more of the miruko x ryukyu ship now...
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  • wanderingchocolateeclair
    23.03.2021 - 4 monts ago

    Hhhhhahhhhhhh I wanna draw Ryukyu-

    #mmmrnndhhshgggg#I’m sorry#I what #I haven’t drawn ryukyu yet this is a crIME #she’s a sexy dragon lady why have I not drawn her I love her so much what #ienskjsjsks #but it’s late and I’m really tired so I know I won’t get anything done #and when I have the time I’ll not wanna do it #and I also have a fantasy power loader that I haven’t finished for the fantasy au that I said I would draw more of 😳 #and the greatest showman au argh duck #haha ‘duck’ #autocorrect somehow managed to turn argshjfkdd into argh duck hahaa #....and I have yet to write out part 3 of A Frayed Thread of Hope.....eurgh that names really long I’m sorrry #also....can someone please tell me why my first thought for shipping Ryukyu is Uwabami? #there’s no canon interaction I don’t think and I have no idea where it came from. #but #I just like the idea of Ryukyu panicking around her cuz she’s a sexy snake woman. #lmao #idk man my first thought is just that and then Miruko and then emptiness #because I’d probably ship her with anyone tbf like ryushots pretty cute too #I’m. rambling again. sorry it is actually kinda late #idek what my initial point was...but anyway dragon and snakes yknow cute lmao
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  • thebrightnessofbattle
    02.06.2020 - 1 year ago

    Sakura jizou + sakura uwabami + sakura kudagitsune

    #touken ranbu #touken ranbu online #kokindenjunotachi#jizou yukihira#kuronosuke#konnosuke #im still debating if kokin is an uwabami or a mizuchi or a kuchinawa #or something else entirely #also hmmm might phase out this colouring style... idk if its quite working like i want it too #my art
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  • ja0-s-blank-canvas-fic
    20.07.2021 - 3 days ago

    Part 2 - Chapter 19 - Calm Before The Storm

    Blank Canvas Part 2

    AO3 - here

    Fanfiction.net - here

    It's that time of the week again! :D This update brings us friend times and school work. Let's just jump right in, yeah? ^___^

    Linktree to all the things!

    End notes for the chapter are under the line.

    Ojiro has finally apologized! Again, I know that in canon him warning Midoriya wasn't really that bad, but it still kind of bothered me. Plus, I made it worse with him warning only the 1-A peeps who went up against him and then Izuku. A combo of prejudice and favoritism. But he finally got to apologize and they're all good now!

    The rebuilding of Izuku's arsenal has begun! Several of the inventions will remain the same, but I've got some changes in mind. I'll make a post of the Hosu arc support items when we get to that point. I've got the 2.0 version of the shoes already sketched out and I'm excited to share. ^___^

    Izuku has the support of the teachers. And their care and affection. FYI, teachers in Japan are more affectionate and tactile with students. Like fist bumps, hair ruffles, and such. Personally I wasn't comfortable being too tactile with students just because that's kind of drilled into my head not to from my education training. But I too would share handshakes, high fives, and fist bumps with the kids. Like the jellyfish one but saying it in Japanese that I shared in a previous chapter. I did get a few hugs though very sparingly.

    Internship talk! We got some of the other's placement choices. Tenya's motivation for choosing Hosu is different than in canon since Tensei will make a recovery. But I feel that he would still choose Hosu to be close to his brother. That and plot convenience. :P You'll see. I also feel so sorry for canon Yaoyorozu for going with Uwabami so I'm fixing it. How it will affect future events I'm not sure but I'd like her internship to be more worthwhile than a commercial. Though Kendo will still end up with her. Sorry Kendo.

    Fun Facts About Japan:

    This is a more mundane fact about the typical classroom set up in Japan. At least as far as junior high schools go. When you're watching school centric animes, the classrooms shown are generally what they look like in real life. Desks for the students though the arrangement of the groups and rows would vary from class to class. A front desk or podium for the teacher to use while teaching or lecturing. Also sometimes another desk for the homeroom teacher to use but not always. In the front are typically two cabinets with a blackboard in between. Those cabinets would hold various supplies such as the students' subject folders, or files as they call them. As well as the outfits for those on lunch serving duty consisting of a white hat and coat paired with a mask and sometimes gloves.

    In the back there's another cabinet for the cleaning supplies like brooms, rags, buckets for water, dust bins, and brushes. There are also cubbies in the back for the students to store their bags and books during the school day. In MHA specifically, those cubbies are the teal ones in the back of the classroom which is why we don't see their bags during class. They store them to keep the aisles clear and prevent tripping over bags. But also for animating convenience as well. XD

    That's all for this week! Coming up is the meeting with All Might. Let's just say it goes as well as you would expect. But that's for next update! Until then, suffer in your anticipation and let me know of typos or weirdness! Have a good week!

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  • remmushound
    20.07.2021 - 3 days ago

    Curse of the Clans part 56! @scentedcandlecryptid @selfindulgenz

    “Get back…” Splinter held his arms out to force his sons to back away as the smell of the predator overwhelmed his senses. The immense form of the yokai was already emerging from the darkest corner of the large space, heavy muscles rippling as he dragged his belly across the floor.

    The snake just kept coming, more and more of it uncoiling from the shadows in a seemingly endless chain. Gray scales were flecked with ash marking, more black along the head and down a portion of the neck. There were no arms or legs, but still a suit was draped over the yokai, and on its belt was a holster that carried a very familiarly wrapped bottle releasing a knoxious scent.

    “Bishop…” Even in the monstrous form he had taken, Splinter recognized the snake immediately.

    “Is it that obvious?” Bishop’s form shuttered as he laughed, pulling himself up to a height that towered greatly over the mutants below, his head brushing against a series of wires near where the chest of the mech suit would be. “You know who I am. Is it too much to guess that you’d know what I am?”

    “You’re an uwabami…” Leonardo said slowly.

    Bishop seemed genuinely surprised, but then his open mouth curved into a smile. “Correct…”

    “How’d you know that, Leo…?” Michelangelo frowned, clinging tightly to his brothers arm as he hid behind Leonardo.

    “I’ve been researching all kinds of yokai.” Leonardo said, “Figured it might help on one of our missions; figured right, I guess. The name means Great Serpent, but the only thing great about you is your ego.”

    Bishop hissed out an amused laugh. “Funny.”

    “What’s funny is the fact that you didn't think to hide that.” Leonardo pointed to the bottle, “Because, well known fact about Uwabami, they make a habit out of drinking sake liquor. I had my suspicions, but Theres one tiny little detail I still can’t quite wrap my head around. Why would a solitary yokai live anywhere near a community, let alone a whole city? It just doesn’t make any damn sense. That’s what was throwing me off.

    Bishop laughed. “Well, where there are people, there is food. And here? They practically walk right into your mouth.”

    “Of course.” Leonardo nodded; he glanced back at his brothers, smirking as they all got their weapons ready. “And another thing that’s been boggling me. Why bother helping us at all? I’m guessing you’re kinda buddy-buddy with Krang since this is his ship, yet the advice you gave us seemed to be pretty solid. Why send us on that wild goose chase at all instead of just killing us outright?”

    Bishop hissed through his teeth and pulled back, starting to coil around himself as Leonardo’s words, piecing together the facts like an intricate puzzle, cut deeper than any knife.

    “Unless…” Leonardo mused, tapping his chin. “You were scared we’d find Krang and fix the rift before he could get free. If you’ve heard the stories all about us, you know how lucky we tend to get with ancient evils. You needed an excuse to send us away and buy time for the rift to break, because you knew us curious little creatures wouldn’t be able to resist poking our noses around the new mystic hotspot in Japan. You were scared that we would just happen upon the site, so you felt the need to separate us. Because you know how strong we are as a team, and having other creatures do your dirty work absolved you of any blame. You’re a coward.”

    Bishop reared up again, fury flashing like flames dancing in his eyes. “You dare call me a coward?!”

    “Yes.” Leonardo answered evenly, “Because that is what you are. Why didn't you kill us as babies?”

    Bishop began to circle. “At the time, I didn't know what you were, or what you would become. I had no reason to hunt you, but now I do.”

    Leonardo and his brothers kept on a constant swivel to keep their eyes on Bishop at all times.

    “Even now, you’re just trying to buy Krang time, aren’t you?” Leonardo dared.

    Bishop didn't answer the question with anything but a low growl. “If you are so knowledgeable of my kind, then surely you know of the power I possess?”

    “You’re a constrictor. You have no venom, no powers.”

    Bishop mused. “Right yet again. I can squeeze the life out of a human in seconds.”

    Leonardo’s gaze was steady. “It is a good thing, then, that I am not human.”

    Donatello saw a flash. Powerful jaws latching, the screams of his father. Bones crushing, blood pooling at his feet. He blinked and the vision was gone, replaced by the uwabami Bishop’s eyes glancing ever so slightly toward Splinter. He lunged, and in the same instant Donatlelo lunged. The softshell crammed his bo staff into the snake’s open mouth, and when Bishop tried to bring his mouth down to latch upon Splinter’s neck, he was met with the great resistance of the staff and a slash in the roof of his mouth from the blade. He pulled back, roaring as he shook his head violently to dislodge the weapon. When it finally came loose, flying out of his mouth and skidding across the floor, the inside of his mouth was frothing red, and he was even more furious.

    “You’ll pay for that!”


    “CASEY!” Raphael’s eyes followed the girl as she was tossed carelessly through the air, her body gone limp the moment she was struck. She flew over the group too stunned to do anything but watch, and disappeared out of their sights. “NO!”

    Draxum grabbed Raphael around his plastron and pulled him to safety just as Krang tried to a massive foot down on him.

    “Go!” Draxum snarled, “Find her you fool!”

    “But…” It was all Raphael could say; he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. His mind felt as if it had been shut down and the only thought that was still online was screaming at him to go find her.

    “I’ll handle this. Go!” Draxum commanded.

    And Raphael was running. Draxum didn't watch him leave; he couldn’t look away from Krang, not for a second. This mech was so much like the Council of Heads, so robotic and still, mouth hanging open even as Krang talked through it.

    “April.” Draxum said as he fell back to address the girl in green, “I am going to throw you at him.”

    “What?” April gawked.

    “I am going to throw you into his mouth.” Draxum repeated.

    “Uh. No you ain’t.”

    “Yes I am.”

    Draxum gave her no chance to argue before picking her up and tossing her through the air like a football. April screamed, her feet pedalling on nothing as she tried to make sure she landed upright. It didn't work. She ended up on her side, rolling and slamming hard into something cold and metal. But at least she had made it, right? She was definitely inside the mech, and the thing she saw before her when she was finally able to process the situation was definitely… something.

    “Oh?” Krang said almost softly, bringing two tentacles to cross over. “Who are you?”

    “I’m a bad bitch, that’s who.”

    The words escaped before April could stop them. Her body was sore all over now, stinging and burning and pulsing, but still she brought herself to stand. There wasn’t much inside of the mech suits head, a large operation station in the center holding the giant, blobish menace; wires and pipes worked to support him, digging into the folds of his flesh, and in front of him was a control panel so complex that April didn't bother trying to work out. The rest of the space was empty, and in the back was something that might have resembled a throat, sloping into a dark abyss below. April could hear the echoes of a fight from deep down in the mech suit's belly.

    “Well, Bad Bitch, it is time for you to go.”

    Krang went to pull a lever, but stopped when there was more screaming. April immediately recognized the voice as Sunita, and not a second too soon. Sunita was flung through the mouth in much a state that April had been, reaching out desperately as Krang moved to dodge her. April reached for her friend but Sunita slipped through her fingers and the young yokai just kept screaming as she plummeted down the throat of the suit until her shouts stopped with a great splat.

    “Sunita!” April was still reaching out for her even as she disappeared.

    “Oh. How sad.” Krang nodded, “Oh well. Back to business.”

    #Bishop reveal #Draxum taking charge #2 down#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt#tmnt au
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  • calciumcryptid
    06.07.2021 - 2 weeks ago
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  • dennyslovechild
    26.06.2021 - 3 weeks ago

    I feel ATTACKED by how LITTLE heroes are divided in groups.

    First off, Nighteye? Yeah, he should be considered underground and not A DAYTIME HERO. His quirk would make him a target and if he’s in the public that’s a clear disadvantage there. Same goes for Midnight. I love the idea that she’s public so people just think she’s a hero cosplay (because I have no doubt that she can get into hero cafes or pretend to be a prostitute because that might be some villains fancy). Like, it’s SLEEP GAS. You make people SLEEP and that can easily subdue a good portion of villains with a simple whiff.

    Second off, heroes work a bit similar to the police, and not all police only do one thing? If there were hero groups in the official bnha universe, I’d think it be this.

    Daytime heroes. Public heroes. Rescue/Healing heroes. Underground heroes. Info heroes. I’ll explain each one.

    Daytime heroes is what we normally expect. Endeavor, All Might, you name it. They do fighting most of the time and are powerhouses. Not much else to explain.

    Public heroes are NOT daytime heroes. I got them in different categories for a reason. Public heroes could probably also be called scandal heroes if you want, but their whole shtick is they draw attention away from events. I think Aoyama would do AMAZING in this field. It’s similar to how they did the press conference during Bakugo’s kidnapping. An event to draw attention away from a planned raid or attack. Keeps the element of surprise. That and they are perfect for talking with the press. Their sole purpose is to help heroes do their proper job without worrying about getting hounded by press, like in the case of a rescue operation and let’s say Uwabami is talking with the press to assure them everything is ok and provides cover for Thirteen who’s doing rescue work.

    Next, Rescue/Healing heroes. Thirteen, Recovery Girl, and what I also imagine Uraraka would be great at. They deal mostly with rescuing missions like in the case of hurricanes, tornados, or behind the scenes of a Daytime hero’s fight. Mitigate losses and damages. Recovery Girl is included in this since she’s pretty good at healing people up so she can heal citizens and get them properly evacuated. Done deal.

    Underground heroes, like Aizawa, don’t work in the public eye. They do more one on one fights or need that element of surprise for their quirks. So Aizawa, Hagakure, and Shinso would work best for this. Heck, even Ojiro would too. This might also include going undercover into vigilante or villain business to find more stuff out, like if they need to find a broker or get more information, but that also ties a bit into the Info heroes.

    Last of all, Info heroes. This includes Sir Nighteye, Jiro, could also be Hagakure, Tokage, and so much more :D! They deal with gathering info to help other heroes, whether it’s stealth missions or deep researches. I think this group would work almost hand in hand with police, able to share information and plot future missions to bust drug rings or anything else that needs loads of planning. Hearing information that could eventually be a long term needed thing, or to snip crime at the roots.

    It’s just that Hero aca doesn’t seem to acknowledge much about how impossible it would be for certain people to be daytime heroes. Like, how would the invisible girl be good at doing public fights when her skill set seems to be better for stealth and underground work? Like, come on.

    #hero academia #worldbuilding? #there is more than just daytime heroes #more heroes #wanna use this for writing? go ahead. #I don’t give a fuuuuck #i don’t give a flying fuck #mha#bnha#mha aoyama#mha tokage#hagakure toru#aoyama yuuga#fight me #i will never shut up about this
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  • tonya-the-chicken
    18.06.2021 - 1 mont ago
    #asks#bnha#Endybowl headcanons #← maybe I would want to find posts where I talk about this things #todoroki enji#iwao oguro#knuckleduster#bnha vigilantes#bnha endeavor
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  • strcwberrieswine
    15.06.2021 - 1 mont ago


    “breaking news! a shooting at the miss japan contest…” your eyes opened slowly, taking in your environment, why were you in the hospital?

    you shuffled to sit up, stopping quickly as you spotted the mass of blonde hair sleeping by your side, warm hand wrapped around yours, and soft breaths leaving his lips. he looked exhausted, hair shining with grease, dark circles under his eyes, and chapped lips. he looked awful.

    you struggled to continue sitting up, silently groaning in pain. something was wrong, your legs-?

    your shuffling must have woken up bakugo, head snapping up, eyes blinking rapidly, hands palming at his eyes. when he finally looked up at your panicked expression, tears seemed to well up in his eyes.

    “you… you’re awake— i- i have- oh god.. i’m so sorry.” his fists balled up your bedsheets, you stared with wide eyes.

    “bakugo… what’s wrong with my leg.” he froze, exhaling shakily.

    “the.. bullet— i should get the doctor.” he pulled back quickly, practically sprinting out of the room. it was your turn to let out a shaky exhale, lifting up the sheets to look at your legs. a pillow was situated under your left leg, an angry scar the only proof that something was wrong.

    you got shot in the leg, took the girls in, and then what? it was blurry… bakugo was there at one point…

    the doctor walked in, a soft smile on his face.

    “it’s good to see you awake miss. i’m sure you’re curious about the state of your leg?” you nodded quickly, eyes pleading and curious as you stared dead at him.

    “unfortunately, the bullet you were shot with reached all the way to your bone, shattering your hip bone in the process. we quickly removed the bullet, and decided a hip replacement would have to be best to protect the integrity of the tissue around the shattered bone, as the sharp pieces could potentially tear through the tissue around…” you slowly processed, nodding along to his words.

    “uhm, thank you doctor.. do you have a time you think i can get out of here?” you ignored the tight feeling at the back of your throat. so what, it’s replaced. you’re fine. stop. grow up.

    “it’ll have to take a few weeks i’m afraid, we have to teach you some exercises, and get you used to walking with your new hip—“

    “i- i still have a job is there anyway i can get out of here quicker?” bakugo stepped forward at these words, clearing his throat.

    “we caught the bomber… it was yo shindo. he’s the one who shot you.” bakugo said solemnly. god you hated the look on his face. he gave you the information just how he used to. he could care less about his tone or how you digested it. what could have possibly gone wrong for him to revert like this?

    “no— that’s not right- this is- he’s a red herring… you read the- he wouldnt just give himself up like that so easily. he’s in on it with uwabami!” you voice rose in annoyance. you didn’t work with idiots. they were purposefully turning a blind eye.

    “it’s the captains order’s.” bakugo replied.

    “and when have you ever agreed with that- when have you ever just settled? bakugo get your head out of your ass, we both know he’s not the bomber!”

    “i settled the second your life could have been jeopardized! for fucks sake already you were shot! do you know how lucky you are? you could have had irreplaceable nerve damage! just give it up! turn a blind eye for once in your life! you don’t always have to be the hero!”

    bakugo’s shouting caught the attention of more people, mina, momo, jirou, and toga, rushing in past bakugo, flocking towards you, words of concern going in and out of your ears as you watched bakugo walk away.

    i actually really really like this chapter? i enjoyed writing it too ;) hope y’all are rocking with a metal hip now


    OPEN >>> TAGLIST; @ktzuki , @lapyslazuly , @thatlonelypieceoftoast , @earthinlatin15

    #🍓🍷 #🍷🍓 miss congeniality #x reader#bakugo katsuki #bnha x reader #bnha #bakugo x reader #miss congeniality #bakugo katsuki x reader #bnha bakugo
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  • calciumcryptid
    12.06.2021 - 1 mont ago


    Favorites/Ships I Use In My Writings

    } Students
    Kirishima/Bakugou (Divorced or Background)
    } Pro Heroes
    Selkie/Gang Orca
    Hound Dog/Vlad King
    Present Mic/Eraserhead
    Midnight/Mt. Lady
    Kamui Woods/Death Arms
    Ragdoll/Miss Joke
    Ectoplasm/Snipe/Power Loader
    Bubble Girl/Burnin'/Sirius
    } Villains

    Ships I Also Love/Mutuals Showed Me The Light

    } Students
    } Pro Heroes

    Ships I Don't Like

    Kaminari/Shinsou (Too similar to Erasermic)
    Yaoyorozu/Todoroki (Too similar to each other)

    Ships I Despise

    Any Inc*st and P*d*ph*lol**
    #bnha ship masterlist
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  • morgana-ren
    28.05.2021 - 1 mont ago

    For Anon: Just the alleyway scene! Here you go! 

    There was no better display of the sickening plethora of filth that was ‘hero culture’ than the mall.

    Hoards of humans crowding inside a concrete cage to throw their money at any cheap, shitty knockoff item with a famous face plastered on it. Kids ran amok, screaming and crying and leaving a trail of crumbs and slobber in their wake. Teenage girls and boys huddled around the hippest stores, fawning over the latest heart throb and shoplifting trinkets while no one was looking. It was absolutely disgusting.

    They flocked to the stores like rats chasing poisoned peanut butter. Endeavor t-shirts, Uwabami makeup. Midnight lingerie. Fucking All Might everything. They all flew off the rack as fast as they could be stocked. Moronic NPCs shoveling every ounce of garbage they could find into their inventory. Every bone in his body longed to run his hand along the wall and just watch it all turn to dust.

    His hatred of the general populace was one of many reasons Shigaraki didn’t make a habit out of leaving the bar. Assuming that Father had kept enough of his face hidden during his exploits for it to be somewhat safe, he still didn’t particularly enjoy crowds. People of all sizes, shapes, colors, smells, cultures, ideals, and morals but they all had one thing in common.

    They all looked down on him.

    In public, he always kept his head down, hood and hair covering his marred face. Hands steadily in his pocket, eyes on the ground. He pulled himself into his own body, doing his best to not draw any undue attention. It wasn’t for their benefit, of course, but his. If one more NPC stared at him, a single person let their eyes linger too long on his chapped lips, dry skin, scars, or emaciated form, he would snap and ruin everything. A massacre that ended in his incarceration would probably throw a massive sized wrench into the gears of All for One’s plan, and that was the last thing Tomura wanted.

    Regardless, it made him so angry.

    Not that he cared what they thought. They could drown in their own filth as far as he was concerned. He just didn’t like being stared at. It was so rude. These pack animals always pretended like they were so much better than everyone else, with their laws and their heroes. So superior. But the way they looked at him, the way their eyes crinkled in disgust, mouths agape, looking at him like he was a wet rat who crawled out of a sewer grate.

    How would they look at him when their expressions were melting from their faces as they disintegrated into ash?

    The situation made his fingers twitch and lip curl. Wasn’t it enough that idiot Stain had polluted the minds of the city’s villains with his ridiculous ideology? Did everything have to be such a pain in the ass?  

    Luckily, Shigaraki had a few hobbies that helped to calm his mind. While drinking at the bar and crisping newspapers was always a quick and easy stress relief, he had always been particularly taken with video games. Not only did he enjoy them, but he was good at them. No one could look down at you for your appearance or ideals, the only thing that mattered in the end was victory, and that was a strategy he could work with.

    It didn’t matter the genre, the rating, online or off, he knew he could dominate it. He never had much trouble climbing the rankings or leveling up. Nothing mattered but his prowess, his skill, both of which he had in spades. Not to mention, it allowed him to exercise his destructive and domineering personality without drawing any real attention to himself. In fact, it even made him cool. People would fight for his allegiance during battles or races, sending him an wave of friend requests and messages with offers from their guilds or promises of friendship from their groups. He didn’t care about that. He deserved the recognition. He was only getting what was coming to him.

    But even video games weren’t completely safe from the influx of hero paraphernalia pandering garbage. Gaming companies flocked to video games featuring heroes like a fly to shit. It was easily avoidable, sure, but it still pissed him off that heroes could infect the one thing he genuinely enjoyed.

    Still, he had to admit, it fun wiping the floor with famous heroes in those games sometimes. Even if the villains were hideously under powered. In fact, that made it even better. If he could win a fight with a nobody villain against a famous hero in a video game where there were limited controls, can you imagine what he could do in real life where the possibilities were endless?

    Soon the whole world would see. This was only the beginning.

    Frankly, there was only one downside to gaming. Most new releases from the companies he liked didn’t come out with PC ports for a little while after the game’s initial release, which meant he had to leave the safety of the bar and adjourn out into the world to get brand new games. Sure, he could send Kurogiri to do it, but more than once he had come back with the wrong game in the series, or even the wrong one entirely. It was a frustrating mess, and it was easier to just avoid it all together by going himself.

    Besides, sometimes walks helped him clear his head. Sometimes.

    That was how he found himself here. One of his favorite companies had just released a brand new action and adventure game that he’d been dying to try ever since he saw the trailer. He’d even had Kurogiri call in advance and reserve a copy. At least he could do that right.

    Shigaraki needed this. Needed to get his mind off of the Hero Killer Stain and All Might and fucking all of it. He was driving himself mad going around in circles in his own head asking himself questions he knew he didn’t have the answers to. He needed to put his head in the clouds, if only for a little while.

    So he dodged through the crowds of people, weaving in and out of families and groups trying to get into the game store before he finally lost his last ounce of sanity. There seemed to be more people here than usual, which just soured his mood even further. He should have known better than to come on a weekend. He grunted past several bystanders, biting his tongue to hold back the onslaught of insults fresh in his mind. It was only when he reached a rather impenetrable wall of people that he inhaled sharply, ready to start grabbing.

    A large group of pedestrians had gathered in a circle around something, which was blocking off a large portion of the walkway and therefore his path. He mumbled under his breath, tempted to forcefully move them out of the way. What in the hell was going on that was so important that it saw fit to hinder him?

    “Hey, isn’t that the hero class from UA?”

    “Yeah! Wow! I saw them compete in the sports festival! So awesome!”

    “You guys are so cool! What’s it like at UA?”

    Shigaraki stiffened. So they were here. He peered upward for a moment and saw the class huddled together, some blushing, others posing, obviously basking in their new found fame. That kid was here too. The mop of hair and splattering of freckles was visible even from where he stood. That one willing to put himself in danger over and over again for All Might. Midoriya.

    Maybe it wasn’t entirely a negative thing that he found himself here on this particular day. That boy obviously had his pulse on hero culture. Maybe he could explain why people were so taken with Stain and yet completely ignored him. An ear splitting smile cut through Shigaraki’s face, irritating one of the blisters on his lower lip. He wiped the blood and waited for the crowd to disperse as the students each went off in their own direction.

    When it was only him and one other student, a young girl with short brown hair, he made his move. He started heading in the direction of Midoriya, grinning wider when the young girl sped off, leaving the kid all by himself. It was so perfect. He was about to reach out and make his move when he heard it.

    A voice. A voice that made his blood pound in his ears.

    He stopped cold, hand stopped short of the oblivious Midoriya’s shoulder. Instinctively, his head turned in the direction of the voice, heart thrumming in his chest. Surrounded by a couple of fellow UA students, she was standing in front of a window, joking around with one of the people nearest her.

    Her. She was here

    His fingers began to shake as he withdrew them from Midoriya, stuffing them back into his pocket before anyone noticed him. She was here. He should have known. She was in the class too. These kids stuck together like glue. If they were here, it was certain she was nearby. Stupid stupid stupid. He had almost blown his chance.

    But he hadn’t.

    He turned and stalked in her direction, staying only far enough back as to not draw attention, crimson eyes glaring into the back of her head. She was laughing at something some blonde idiot in her class had said. He felt his temper go through the roof, and allowed one hand out to scratch and dig at his neck. Why was she talking to him? Why was she laughing so hard? What he said probably wasn’t even funny. He didn’t like the way that guy was looking at her. Did he like her? Did she like him?

    He felt a thin trickle of liquid down his neck as his scar reopened.

    He managed to tame his anger just enough to keep from rushing him. Instead, he followed the group at a distance for a while, waiting for his opportunity. He overheard something about a camping trip and something about training. Interesting. He would have to make a mental note of it. However, right now, he had other things on his mind.

    The opportunity finally came when a few of the students rushed ahead to drool over some restaurant while she stayed behind, digging in her bag for her wallet. They ran off ahead, yelling at her to catch up and complaining about hunger. He heard her laugh and tell them she’d be there in a minute, she just needed a second to get some cash out. She was alone. It was time.

    He came up behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder, doing his best to mask his voice.

    “Hey, you’re one of those kids from UA, right? You’re practically famous! Do you think I could get an autograph?”

    He felt her stiffen underneath his hold. She knew something was off, a shiver rolling down her spine as she tried to turn and look at him. He was just out of the reach of her peripheral, hair and hood hiding his features.

    “Y-yeah, I am.” She raised her hand as if to pry him off, but thought better of it. “If you’ll just let me go for a second, I’ll get in my bag and get out a pen and some paper.”

    Her voice was on edge, her shoulder muscles clenching. He couldn’t help but smile again.

    “I saw you compete in the sports festival. You came in fourth, right? It was so cool. I bet you got so many offers from agencies. I bet everyone wants you to be their hero.” He could feel her breathing getting more shallow, feel her neck flex as she swallowed.

    “I-um-Sir, I don’t really feel comfortable being touched by people I don’t know, but if you’ll remove your hand, I’ll get you an autograph or a picture if you want.”

    Sir. She had called him sir. It was adorable. He wanted to hear it again.

    “I noticed you got your costume fixed too. I liked better it the other way, but that way is fine too.” He chuckled. “Hey, you’re a little tense. It’s okay, we’re friends, remember?”

    Realization hit her like a truck. She inhaled, biting her lip as she turned her head as much as she could in his direction. “Shigaraki!”

    He leaned down, perching his head on her shoulder. “Careful, you don’t want to make a scene. All Might might not be busy this time, but there certainly a lot of civilians around. A lot of your friends too. I’d hate for something to happen.”

    “What do you want?” She snarled, making a slight effort to jerk away. He didn’t let her.

    “I just want to talk. Is that so bad? Or are you too cool now to catch up with an old friend?”

    “We are not friends!” Growling, she reached up and dug her fingernails into his wrist.

    He giggled. She had certainly gotten more feisty since their last meeting. “That’s not a very nice thing to say. I thought we hit it off pretty well.

    Before she could respond, the same blonde classmate came running towards them from inside of the nearby building. Shigaraki sneered, tightening his grip on her shoulder in warning. He was no doubt coming back for her.

    “Hey! We got a table and be-Woah! Who’s this guy?” The kid stopped a bit short of them, shifting between looking at her in confusion and peering suspiciously at him.

    Shigaraki leaned further in and whispered under his breath. “Unless the next time you want to see him is in an urn, I suggest you get rid of him. Quickly.”

    She pulled herself together, smiling happily while waving at him. “It’s cool, Denki. He’s an old friend.” A sly smirk pulled at Tomura’s mouth. “We ran into each other and thought we’d catch up a bit. Don’t wait up! I’ll meet you guys there!”

    Denki continued looking back and forth between the two of them, eyes lingering on Shigaraki for a brief moment before retreating. “Okay, then. I’ll save you a spot. Don’t take too long or I’ll eat your food too!”

    As they watched him walk back into the restaurant, Tomura hummed. “You’re certainly a good actress. If I hadn’t known better, I wouldn’t believe you were lying.”

    “Say what you need to say and then leave.” She hissed quietly.

    “Walk forward and turn into that alleyway on your left.” He gripped her with his hand, careful to leave his middle finger levitating.

    “Like hell! You think I’m just going to walk into a dark alleyway with the leader of the league of villains? You’ll kill me!”

    “You don’t have a choice, hero. Assuming that’s what I’m planning, it’s either you or everyone else in this area, starting with Denki.” He began walking, shoving her forward lightly. “And if I start feeling anything funny, I’ll dust you first and then move on to them.”

    She exhaled in defeat, shuffling her feet forward as Shigaraki steered her toward the desolate alcove. That rendered her quirk completely useless. Shigaraki would know if she was trying to use it on him, and she didn’t want to test his promise. She had no doubt in her mind that he wouldn’t hesitate.

    That didn’t mean she couldn’t get the drop on him though.

    Remember your training. Duck and jab. Get out of his reach!

    Not quite halfway down the passageway, she ducked and lurched back, sending her elbow careening into his stomach. He grunted in pain as he was driven back several feet away from her, taken too much by surprise to bring his hand down. She turned to face him, readying her defensive stance as he recovered from the blow.

    “This again?” He wheezed, rolling his neck.

    “I’m not going down without a fight!”

    Sighing, he straightened his back and held his hands up. “Have it your way, then.”

    She sent a few punches his direction but he dodged the brunt of them, only landing one on his injured shoulder. It was exponentially stronger than the last time they met, enough to send him reeling backwards while grabbing at his weakened limb. He coughed a few times, quickly evading her other jabs.

    “You’ve been practicing.” He noted.

    “I train with Midnight every week in hand to hand combat to keep people like you away!” She sent another loaded punch towards his face, which he easily sidestepped.

    “Looks like it’s going well.” He deadpanned, seeming unimpressed. “I’m getting bored.”

    She ignored his prodding, sending a few low kicks to his shins. He brought his own foot up, catching on the back of her knee and yanking, sending her toppling to the ground. She growled in frustration, pushing herself away from where he stood and standing back up, immediately taking stance again. She charged him one last time, sending her leg on a collision course with his hip in the hopes to knock him aside, but he simply raised his arms, catching her leg and holding it.

    Her eyes widened as she began to lose balance, but before she could fall again, he slammed her into the wall closest her back using her own leg as leverage. She cried out, letting her guard down. He used the opportunity to move on her, pressing against her and pushing her further into the brick as one hand slid up from her calf to her thigh, never relinquishing its grip, while the other calmly wrapped around her neck, middle finger flexing.

    He could feel her erratic breathing. She had lost to him not once, but twice now, and it barely even took any effort on his part. Her frightened eyes searched underneath his hair, but it was too shadowed beneath his hood to see much of anything. All she could make out was his teeth, visible underneath his simpering lips.

    “Quiet now. Your little outburst is bound to have attracted attention.” He placed his forehead to hers, leaning forward slightly to cover her face in a curtain of his hair. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on her neck “Unless you want a whole lot of nice people to die, you’ll play along.” He pressed her harder into the alley wall, crushing her body with his. He hiked her thigh up around his own and held it there with the hand that still had a grasp on it, maneuvering his hips between her now open legs.

    She made a sound of disgust, trying again to turn from him, but he dug his fingernails into her thigh, eliciting a shocked gasp from her. Through the tendrils of his hair, she could see a few curious people beginning to peak into the alley entrance, drawn by the sounds of their fighting. He pushed his face so close to hers that she could feel him smile.

    “You’re not making this very convincing.” He whispered. “All it would take is one little touch and I could dust them all.”

    She swallowed hard, closing her eyes and preparing herself for what she had to do. Slowly, she raised her arms up over Shigaraki’s shoulders, one hand resting uneasily on the back of his neck, the other tangling up into his hair. She let her leg rest up in his hand instead of squirming, wrapping her knee around his thigh and relaxing her stance so it appeared more natural.

    Shigaraki was absolutely not a fan of being touched. In fact, casual brushes in the street were often grounds for a permanent ashing. But this? Oh, he could make an exception for this.

    “Good girl. Make it seem like it’s just two lovers in an alleyway looking for a little privacy.” He could smell her again, that scent he’d been dying for, trying so hard to emulate over the past few months. His heart rate was reaching peak levels, but the blood was beginning to divert away from his brain. He couldn’t help himself. He ground into her a little bit, the front of his jeans scraping against her body as he rutted, feeling the warmth of her body.

    “You’re despicable.” She seethed, swallowing down a wretch.

    He giggled, letting his thumb run small circles over her exposed thigh. “Prove how heroic you are, Hero. Convince me these people don’t deserve what I could do to them.”  

    He pushed his mouth to hers, instantly trying to snake his tongue into her mouth. At first she was unresponsive, until he brought the fingers on her neck together and clasped at a necklace she had been wearing. It crumbled instantaneously, sending a splay of ash down onto her chest. Almost immediately, she allowed him access, pliantly opening her lips for him to invade and slowly responding to his ministrations.

    She tasted like she smelled, and it took every ounce of self control he had not to push her further. Although her movements were unenthusiastic and light, it didn’t matter to him. He knew he wasn’t exactly experienced in any of this, going off of tips he’d learned on Internet forums or books. He tried a few things, like biting and sucking on her bottom lip or fighting her tongue for dominance, but it seemed to make little difference to her besides the occasional tightening of her fingertips in his hair.

    Despite that, he was almost beside himself. He could learn how to make her react to him in time. He was too focused on engraving her into his memory to care. He could feel every last bit of her body pressed against his own, every movement and muscle. Every curve she offered up to him and him alone and it was just like how he had imagined it would be in the dreams that had haunted his few dreaming hours ever since their first meeting.

    Shigaraki had certainly not woken up that morning with the belief that he would have his tongue shoved halfway down her throat that day. If he had, he likely would have been in a much more amicable mood. Right now, he felt absolutely ecstatic. He had her right where he wanted her. 

    Well, not right where, but close enough. She was submitting to him because he knew her weakness. He wondered, in time, how far he could push that weakness. How far was she willing to go?

    But he was nothing if not a strategist. He wouldn’t push it too far too fast. He wouldn’t risk it. He would chip away at her resolve slowly, breaking away her boundaries one at a time until there was nothing left but her submission. If it meant threatening her friends, her family, random children on the street, he didn’t care. She would be his. He decided that a long time ago. She belonged to him, and frankly he didn’t really care what she had to say about it. It wasn’t her decision.

    Eventually, the last of the onlookers had left, leaving behind a handful of heckles from teenagers and reprimands from angry parents ushering their children away while covering their eyes. Her hand was yanking at his hair erratically, not in lust but in a likely plead for him to back off of her finally so she could breathe. He gave himself a minute longer, cherishing the moment before withdrawing himself, unable to stop the grin that crawled up his face.

    “See? It’s not so bad now, it is? You just saved all those idiot’s lives and all it took was a few minutes.”

    She couldn’t stop herself. Her hands were shaking in rage, stomach churning. She’d never felt so violated. So utterly disgusted. She could taste him in the back of her throat and feel his leftover saliva on her lips and it made her want to vomit.

    She looked directly up at him, and spit in his face. It landed with in an undignified blob sliding down his cheek.

    It took Shigaraki a moment to fully register what happened. He unhanded her leg, bringing it up to his face and squelching the small plop of liquid between his fingers. Slowly, he raised his head up, finally giving her a full view of his face for the first time.

    She immediately regretted her actions.

    He looked enraged, eyes open with beady pupils staring down at his hand. His cracked mouth was contorted in rage, snarling while rubbed three of his fingers together, spreading the coating around. His eyes flashed up at hers, and his hand clamped down on her throat, fourth finger twitching unsteadily.

    “You little brat.” He spat, tightening his grip more and more by the second until she could no longer breathe. “You think you’re all high and mighty, that just because you’re a Hero that there’s no consequences for your actions. That you can treat people like trash.” His fingers dug in with bruising strength, and the longer he held them, the more little black dots began dancing in front of her vision. Her chest was trying desperately to inhale, but she couldn’t with his palm crushing her windpipe. Fear welled up inside her, and the longer she struggled for breath, the more overpowering it became. “I can show you how wrong you are.”

    “I-I’m So-orry!” She croaked out, pleading with him for air. His eyes flashed dangerously, and he loosened his grip only enough that he could make out her words.

    “Speak up. I can’t hear you.”

    “I’m sorry! It was-” Her mind raced, searching for the right words to placate him. “It was rude of me, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. I beg your forgiveness, Shigaraki. Please forgive me!”

    He let his hand sit firm for a few more seconds. He was still twitching with anger, but something about hearing her beg, beg him for forgiveness sent a wave of pleasure through him. Of course she was going to be defiant at first. He could forgive her this once. After all, she would be making it up to him in the end regardless.

    He smiled down at her, ghosting his fingers on her neck as she coughed and sputtered, trying to catch her breath. “Just don’t do it again. I hate people with no manners.”

    She shook her head, eyes bright and fearful. After that, she didn’t dare try using her quirk on him or bothering to fight him again. She was entirely at his mercy. This guy was insane. He didn’t even need to use his quirk to kill her. He would just suffocate her and leave her body in the alley way. What was his deal? Was he still harboring a grudge from their last encounter? Why was he here now?

    Finally regaining her breath, she peered up at him hesitantly, studying his face. “Did you follow me here?”

    He seemed taken back for a minute, before chuckling a little underneath his breath. “Follow you here? No. I was actually here for a completely separate reason and just happened to run into you. Isn’t that lucky?”

    “Yeah. Lucky.” She grunted, lamenting her choices. She knew she should have stayed in bed today

    “I was actually about to grab Midoriya when I saw you. I just couldn’t help myself.”

    She furrowed her brows. “But why?” She didn’t understand what this man wanted with her. He didn’t seem to outright want her dead, but wasn’t content letting her live in peace either.

    He let out a heinous cackle, letting three of his fingers on his free hand wander up to his neck and scratch. Why was he telling her any of this? “I guess I just find you intriguing.” He tore at his neck anxiously for a moment while she stared at him. The way she was looking at him was making him feel itchy and hot all over. Underneath his hoody, he felt like it was one hundred degrees, which given the weather, might not have been far off. He felt uncomfortable in his own skin, anxious, stomach twisting in knots. He hated that she had this control over him.

    He pulled his hand away from his sweating neck, reaching up to touch her face once more. He wanted to feel her skin, how soft it was. Just wanted to graze his fingers across her face so he could remember how she felt even after she’d gone. However, when he raised it up by her head, the sleeve of his jacket rode up his arm, revealing the piece of cloth he had tied around his wrist.

    Immediately her eyes were drawn to it, and she gulped hard, a horrified expression etched on her features. “Is that… Is that my…”

    Shigaraki realized what had spooked her. Tied around his wrist was the unmistakable pattern of her costume, ripped from her torso during the attack on U.S.J. His eyes darkened. There was no sense in lying to her now.

    “You recognize it, huh?” He lowered his hand down, bringing it between both of their faces. “I’ve kept it on me since.”

    Her breathing became inconsistent and staggered, mouth agape in terror. “W-why?”

    He leaned in again, scraping the cloth against her neck, hoping to siphon some of her scent back onto it. “I think it helps keep me focused.”

    Her vision spiraled. She could ignore a few consistencies but this was all to much to be a coincidence. Something she had done had gotten his attentions enough to keep it on her, even endear herself to him in some twisted way. He wasn’t just doing this because it made her uncomfortable or to spite her like she initially thought. If she didn’t know better, she would say it was something resembling a crush.

    “S-Shigaraki, I don’t-” She cut herself off. What could she possibly say? ’Hey supervillain, not interested?’ ‘Thanks for the flattery but I’m a hero?’ Our careers kind of make it impossible for us to be together but thanks for the interest?’

    It didn’t really matter, she had a feeling he wasn’t interested in her opinion on the matter.

    “You’re everything I hate, you know.” His voice was soft, gentle even. He had hidden his eyes behind his hair again, and despite refusing to move away from her, he seemed a few miles off. “You heroes. You piss me off. If I had my way, I would have killed every one of you the first time we crossed paths.” There was a distant cold in his voice that made her shiver. “I wanted to. Kill you. It would have been easy too. All I had to do is wrap my fingers around your pretty little neck and squeeze and you’d have been gone before you could even scream for help. I bet that really would have thrown one over an All Might too. One of his precious students turned to dust while he was in the same room. Sometimes I think I should have.”

    There was no deception in his voice. He was telling the truth. Somehow it terrified her more than when he had gotten violent. He lowered his hand back down, grabbing her chin with his thumb and index finger.

    “But I have better ideas now. There are worse things than death.” He lifted his head, and she felt her soul plummet. His eyes were manic and deranged, boring down into her with the promise of unknown horror. His smile was wide and frenzied, nearly breaking his cracked lips into shards all over again. There was a strange flush across his pallid cheeks, something almost akin to a blush, like he was flustered even thinking about it.

    She wanted to cry. She wanted to crawl away. Find a rock somewhere and hide under it, anywhere where he couldn’t find her. Something told her he wasn’t saying this just to frighten her. The possibilities that could run through a madman’s mind were things she didn’t want to consider. Things that he considered worse than death were beyond the realm of what she wanted to realize herself. He placed another soft kiss to her mouth, and she was too paralyzed in fear to stop him.

    He looked like he was about to speak when Denki’s voice rang through the alley way. “Hey, what gives? We’ve been waiting forever!” Both she and Tomura turned their heads toward the entrance to see Denki standing there with a beaming smile, eyes closed and holding up several bags of food in his closed hands. “We didn’t wait for ya, but we got you leftovers! Took us forever to find you! What the hell are you doing down here anyway?” He opened his eyes and nearly dropped the food, face red with embarrassment as a few of her classmates crowded around as well with equally shocked expressions.

    “Someone’s getting’ some.” Eijiro whispered to a blushing Mina who was giggling behind her hand. Momo scowled over at the pair, giving them a death glare.

    “Are we interrupting something?” Fumikage asked, trying to be as polite as possible in the given situation.

    “I didn’t realize you were with so many people!” Shigaraki immediately withdrew his hands, stepping away from her but taking care to keep his face shadowed. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to keep you held up.”

    Eijiro chuckled at his words and she felt like she could just die.

    “I’m off then. It was nice catching up. Don’t worry, we’ll see each other soon!” He spoke loud enough for them to hear before he leaned inconspicuously and whispered in her ear. “If any of you follow me, I’ll get angry. I’d hate to kill half his class without All Might here to see it.”

    He started walking but stopped short a few seconds later. “Oh! One last thing, hero.” He pulled her in close to his side, hands fishing his phone out of his pocket. “You promised me a picture.” He held his phone up, getting one snapshot with her in frame. Although his features were still almost entirely hidden behind his hair, she was completely exposed, expression like a deer in headlights. It would do for now. He placed his phone back in his pockets, giving her one last look before turning away and ambling off down further into the alleyway, turning out of her sights after a few seconds.

    “Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Mina called, still giggling behind her palm.

    “No!” She shook her head vigorously, trying to hold back the tears and the sick that were clawing their way up her throat, acting as natural as she could. “Look, can we just get out of here? Please?”

    Her friends all looked at her confused for a moment, shrugging before following her as she took off.

    As he heard their voices drift further and further off, Shigaraki brought his fingers up to his lips, grazing where hers had been. He still tasted her, and he was trying to savor every moment. He didn’t know for sure how long it would be until she was in his arms again, only that she would be. He needed to calm down. He needed to be patient.

    He forced himself down the streets and passageways away from the mall, farther from her but thinking of nothing but all the while. His head didn’t feel any clearer, if anything it felt more clouded and stimulated than it had before, but he was fine with that. He didn’t get to ask Midoriya what the difference between him and Stain was, but that mattered little to him now. There would be other opportunities for that. He did curse himself as he remembered he had forgotten to pick up his game, but he shrugged it off. If his estimates were correct, it wouldn’t be available for much longer anyway.

    The sun sank behind the horizon, giving way to the darkness of the night sky. When he felt secure enough, he placed Father back on his face, making his way back home under the cover of shadow. His body was shivering, but not from the cold. He could hardly believe anything that happened today.

    When he finally turned the knob to enter the bar, Kurogiri immediately turned towards him in a panic.“Tomura Shigaraki, is all well? The mall you attended today has been shut down. I was worried that you were detained and perhaps incarcerated.”

    “Don’t be stupid, Kurogiri. I’m right here.” He lumbered over to the bar, sitting half-haphazardly in the seat. Kurogiri decided it was better not to question him, opting to pour him a drink instead. He turned towards the TV, which was playing news footage of the mall, giving minimal details about the incident but describing a notorious villain spotted there. “So she told.” He muttered under his breath, smirking. “I figured she would.”

    Kurogiri heard his words, but decided it would go against his mental health to question Tomura on the incident if it was indeed what he thought it was. Revealing his face would have far reaching consequences for the league. Judging by the way he was lovingly picking at the ratted material tied around his wrist, he had found that girl again. So his obsession hadn’t in fact died. This would not bode well.

    The rest of the night continued on relatively average. Tomura drank and cussed and ranted about All Might and the Hero Killer Stain, staring down at his phone in the intervals. Kurogiri polished his glasses, offering advice where he could and bearing the brunt of Tomura’s abuses when he couldn’t. It almost gave him hope that maybe Shigaraki could put this whole incident behind him instead of obsessing over it like he often did.

    That is, until most of the way through the night, Tomura stumbled off the bar stool, clinging onto the counter as he shambled towards his room in the back. He paused momentarily, turning to face Kurogiri for a few seconds before slamming his door.

    “Hey Kurogiri, you know those old storage rooms we have? I need them cleaned out. We’ll be having a guest soon. I want to make sure she’s comfortable.”

    #NSFT slightly#alleyway moleeeeesteeeeeeeer #god this could have been done so so much better dude #but here y'all go! #Free for yall to do what you wish
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  • tonya-the-chicken
    12.05.2021 - 2 monts ago
    #asks#bnha#cw eugenics#todoroki family #I am sorry I am half asleep
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  • asszawas
    09.05.2021 - 2 monts ago

    (Okay but here’s a concept)

    Catwoman!aizawa. Thats it. Catwoman!aizawa.
    *Especially, if it’s done in like a villain!au where aizawa is a known thief that doesn’t really align with the league of villains and just does his own criminal things. Like just imagine the possibilities.

    This is perfect because it’s common knowledge Aizawa loves cats and has a very batfamily!verse aesthetic going on. So for him to be a villain that leans more onto the anti-hero alignment like catwoman, keeps a lot of his core foundations as a character intact.

    Imagine Hizashi or toshinori ( or any otp ship with aizawa) being his main rival and they have this weird on and off relationship??? Yes please.

    An au where cocky aizawa is in full blast??? This is the one for you.

    A chance to write/draw more aerial acrobat Aizawa ( in a skin-tight suit no less if you take the Catwoman/jumpsuit fusion route.)

    Just imagine the costume possibilities. The capture weapon redesigns. It's just such a rich au.

    Aizawa stealing from incredibly wealthy pro heroes that he deems vain or as I like to put it, in need of a humbling ( endeavor, Uwabami, etc ) and giving their property to the poor.

    He also does the same to yakuza bosses who get a little too comfortable trying to bully the poor or dare to kidnap people in his territory.

    Aizawa in heels that's it. That’s why I’m here. Just imagine the power boost he would have rocking thigh high black combat heels.

    The c a t puns.

    Aizawa with a clean f a c e 😫🤚

    Bonus: You have aizawa adopt shinsou and still let him go to Yuuei to chase his dreams to be a hero because he’ll be damned if he lets his alignment in society determine what his son does. He just wants his kid to be the best he can be and make better choices.

    Add on to this if you want, I want to see what y’all think of this au.

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  • ao3feed-bakusquad
    06.05.2021 - 2 monts ago

    The Flip of a Switch

    The Flip of a Switch by marydreamy

    Kyouka and Momo meet at a crossroad by chance when they're both lost.

    After sleepy talks, music recommendation exchanges and embarrasing confessions, they help each other find the correct path, one that will separate them too soon. However, their roads seem to converge again several years later.

    Did they actually took the right path when it kept them apart for so long?

    Words: 1385, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

    Rating: General Audiences

    Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

    Categories: F/F

    Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Minor Characters, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Uwabami, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kendou Itsuka

    Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka & Yaoyorozu Momo, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako

    Additional Tags: Fluff, I am sucker for fluff deal with it, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Bakusquad band AU, Model AU, slowburn, Friends to Lovers, just them being cute, I just love them, Momo has anxiety, Jirou has money problems, Everyone here is queer, NB Kendo just becouse, backround kiribaku cuz they are my fave ship, denki and jirou are bi legends, I just want them to be happy

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31130912

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  • ao3feed-tododeku
    06.05.2021 - 2 monts ago

    The Flip of a Switch

    The Flip of a Switch by marydreamy

    Kyouka and Momo meet at a crossroad by chance when they're both lost.

    After sleepy talks, music recommendation exchanges and embarrasing confessions, they help each other find the correct path, one that will separate them too soon. However, their roads seem to converge again several years later.

    Did they actually took the right path when it kept them apart for so long?

    Words: 1385, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

    Rating: General Audiences

    Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

    Categories: F/F

    Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Minor Characters, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Uwabami, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kendou Itsuka

    Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka & Yaoyorozu Momo, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako

    Additional Tags: Fluff, I am sucker for fluff deal with it, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Bakusquad band AU, Model AU, slowburn, Friends to Lovers, just them being cute, I just love them, Momo has anxiety, Jirou has money problems, Everyone here is queer, NB Kendo just becouse, backround kiribaku cuz they are my fave ship, denki and jirou are bi legends, I just want them to be happy

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31130912

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  • ao3feed-bnha-girls
    06.05.2021 - 2 monts ago

    The Flip of a Switch

    The Flip of a Switch by marydreamy

    Kyouka and Momo meet at a crossroad by chance when they're both lost.

    After sleepy talks, music recommendation exchanges and embarrasing confessions, they help each other find the correct path, one that will separate them too soon. However, their roads seem to converge again several years later.

    Did they actually took the right path when it kept them apart for so long?

    Words: 1386, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

    Rating: General Audiences

    Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

    Categories: F/F

    Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Minor Characters, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Uwabami, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kendou Itsuka

    Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka & Yaoyorozu Momo, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako

    Additional Tags: Fluff, I am sucker for fluff deal with it, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Bakusquad band AU, Model AU, slowburn, Friends to Lovers, just them being cute, I just love them, Momo has anxiety, Jirou has money problems, Everyone here is queer, NB Kendo just becouse, backround kiribaku cuz they are my fave ship, denki and jirou are bi legends, I just want them to be happy

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31130912

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  • munchingletters
    22.04.2021 - 3 monts ago

    Lonely (DabiHawks/TouKei)

    Hawks like to keep to himself. He doesn't like to open his emotions to anyone and would never admit to being lonely because when he's surrounded by people at his work, it doesn't feel lonely, but when his head hits the pillow, that's when he's hit with loneliness.

    Hawks try to keep the feeling away by going to sleep, but all he ever ends up doing is tossing and turning in his bed until he ends up opening his Instagram.

    He sees Mirko posting a photo of her and Fat Gum, Uwabami, and Ryuko in an izakaya, drinking with a smile on their faces. He wouldn't lie. He wants to be part of it. He continues to scroll down and sees a family picture of the Bakugou's with the caption "with these hags again," which makes him chuckle.

    "At least you still have them," Hawks whispers as he scrolls once again without liking anything. Suddenly, his phone started to feel heavy in his hands as he continues to scroll. So, he keeps his phone away and forces himself to sleep.

    Hawks wakes the next day and goes through the same routine he's been going through for the past few years. Wake up, go to work, go home, and open his phone to scroll through his Instagrams once again despite knowing that he'll just feel jealous of what he sees and wish to have them too.

    All he wants is to never feel lonely, but maybe that's the thing. He's too bitter looking at everyone's happy relationship with each other that he couldn't make friends.

    Hawks go through his page and sees his smiling photos, but most of them are photos of him alone. Though he seems happy in those photos, he knows the loneliness hidden behind those fake smiles.

    After a while of scrolling, Hawks stares at the ceiling and laughs, "for someone so fast for their own good, I feel like I'm being left behind,"

    Hawks continue to stare at nothing as a tear slips past his eye. Everyone around him seems happy. They have friends, families, significant others, and freedom while he's stuck in this endless loop of working, going home, scroll through Instagram, sleep, and repeat.

    But that cycle ended the moment he met Dabi. The man was insufferable, but he's the only person who keeps Hawks happy. He's the reason why Hawks doesn't want to go home.

    Ever since he met Dabi, everything changed. He introduced Hawks to late-night walks, to happy drinking, to letting go and having fun. Dabi gave Hawks everything he wanted. He became Hawks' friend, family, and significant other.

    Now, Hawks isn't stuck on the same loop he hated. Now, he doesn't have to go through his Instagram at night because he has Dabi, who would wrap his arms around him and kiss him good night.


    Inspired by the English cover of Dean's song Instagram. Here's the original version of the song.

    I also have this posted on Twitter.

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  • shadowed-dancer
    03.04.2021 - 3 monts ago

    As many Hero Easter eggs I could find in the new ending

    You see these scenes? You want to know who the heroes are on these microscopic boxes? Well wonder no more! I have taken the time to zoom in and label as many as I physically could. Some are just way too blurry for me to tell, but I tried my best!

    I don’t have the patience to reorder these, so it’s in whatever order Tumblr loaded them.

    Crimson Riot poster!


    Kamui Woods, Mt Lady, and Death Arms (that hero who looks like a construction dude)

    It’s hard to see in this photo, but in really good quality he’s that fire-fighter hero from the first episode (his name is Backdraft)

    Bubble girl! Sir Nighteye’s sidekick! This literally only shows up for like 2 frames as it zooms from Bakugo to Mineta.

    Sirius! (The sidekick from Froppy’s internship)

    Gang Orca! And... I’m not too sure who the lady on the magazine is. If you tell me I’ll add it.

    I’m 99% sure that’s Uwabami (the hero Momo and Kendo interned with)

    ...I’ve seen people say this is Hawks? If you know for sure, leave a comment and I’ll add it.

    Best Jeanist!

    Yoroi Musha! The current #9 hero!

    All Might candies! (I think)

    Mirko! The current #5 hero

    Crust! The current #6 hero


    Wash! Current #8 hero and my favourite character in the whole series.

    Fat Gum!

    Kamui Woods! The current #7 hero! (it’s the top of his helmet)

    All Might!

    Burnin!!!!! She hasn’t appeared in the anime yet, but she’ll probably show up near the end of this season. She’s a sidekick with Endeavour!

    Mt Lady!

    99% sure that’s Ryukyu (current #10 hero and major player in the Overhaul arc. She’s also the hero Uraraka and Froppy did their work studies for).

    Another Ryukyu but this time the box is red

    Gang Orca again!

    The Wild Wild Pussycats!

    You gotta trust me on this one, it’s Edgeshot (current #4 hero)

    Again, you gotta trust me, it’s Selkie (the hero Froppy interned with)

    If I find a way to get clearer photos I will edit this post. That’s why it’s under a cut (also because it’s really long). Hope you liked this! Shout out to the animators for putting in all these little details!

    #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha season 5 #bnha season five #bnha ed#bnha edgeshot#bnha endeavor#all might#mt lady#miruko#bnha midnight#bnha burnin#fat gum#best jeanist#bnha wash #I'm not tagging them all
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