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i hate having autism. what do you mean you cant do the thing youre excited about because you're too excited. get real

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Hm. Your interpretation of this character displeases me. Guards! Take them away! Make them read the source material once more, and if that fails, the stocks.

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i made this purely out of self indulgence

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i really believe that discussing the character with someone who shares ur interpretation is the closest u can get to modern day philosophy. we are like plato and aristotle but talking about a fictional guys trauma

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Funniest fandoms are where the fans are like, "I'm obsessed with this. I don't recommend it even slightly."

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to the people who followed me for bnha: hello I am unfortunately back 

(Reblogs > Likes)

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More people need to draw Midoriya more buff...it only makes sense

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I luv them

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rule #1 of being a child soldier is to have fun and be yourself

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Commission for someone on discord

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How can this character be dead, if there are 40k stories on AO3 telling me otherwise?

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Everyone needs a sicko to bounce ideas off of. It's necessary to survive any fandom ever.

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"overwatch feminized deku" is an absolutely insane trio of words, and yet

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It’s so funny having a trans headcanon so ingrained that when ppl use that characters canon pronouns it feels like actual transphobia

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Vlad King, to Aizawa: sure, your kids are fine, but can any of them do THIS? Vlad King: [ruffles Monoma's hair] Vlad King: [grins as Monoma sprouts little tusks]

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little baby Monoma being so excited over his quirk - because he loves quirks and now he gets to experience so many different types of them - but suddenly his friends won't let him hold their hands and his parents are telling him that he has to wear gloves at their fancy parties and his classmates are being cruel to him for no good reason and all of that excitement just turns into grief

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I wrote a thing, based off this au of mine :>

Warning: Eye trauma and injury

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The first thing Neito noticed when he woke up was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor right next to his ear. His eyes scrunched up, and he slowly became aware of himself again. He was alive.

He opened his eyes again. He couldn’t see out of his left eye, and he quickly realised it was because it was covered up with bandages. Memories came to him slowly; Midoriya’s arrival, Shigaraki getting back up again, a warp portal opening behind him, hundreds of clones spilling forth onto the command centre, a knife coming too close to his face.

“Monoma!” Kendo waved from the door, one of her arms was in a sling and there was a gauze patch on her cheek.

“Kendo,” He said, sitting up even as his ribs protested, “What happened?”

“We won. Midoriya managed to get Shigaraki.” She said, moving to sit in one of the chairs, “Most of the class is here, but you were the most injured.”

Before he could ask more, a woman walked into the room. Neito assumed she was the doctor. Blinking a few times, he could read “Dr. Tanaka” on her name tag.

“Good evening, Monoma.” Dr. Tanaka said, ���How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

Dr. Tanaka gave a short chuckle, “You’re not the only one. Well, you have some bruising on your ribs, nothing Recovery Girl can’t fix once you’ve got some energy back. You did take a nasty blow to the head as well but you should be in the clear soon enough.”

He nodded. Dr. Tanaka shifted nervously for a moment, tapping her clipboard with her pen.

“And, unfortunately, the damage to your left eye was too severe, and we’ve had to remove it.”

His eye widened, and his breath stilled. Distantly, he could hear his friend pleading with the doctor, the explanation that not even Recovery Girl’s quirk could have saved it. His head was filled with cotton, everything felt so far away, the information barely processing in his brain.

“I’ll leave you to talk to your friends, Monoma, don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

The room was silent after Dr. Tanaka left. Kendo sat back down in the chair, looking more defeated than Neito has ever seen her before.

“How?”

“I heard from Fukidashi,” Kendo started, “You were still trying to use [Erasure] on the doubles that Toga Himiko created, to stop them from multiplying, but one of the ones out of your sight created a knife and slashed you in the eye.”

Neito’s hand went up to the bandages covering his eyes, or where his eye used to be. He did remember the knife, how he flinched away from the cold metal, the sharp burning pain in his face when it made contact. He vaguely remembered the pain in his throat as he screamed in agony, how his eyes finally shut and [Erasure] was cut off for good.

“What else?” He hated how his voice cracked. His hands gripped the hospital blanket tightly.

“You’ve been knocked out for three days.” Kendo said hesitantly, “Pony’s also here, if you want-”

“No,” He said, too sharply and suddenly, and he saw Kendo’s eyes widen from the corner of his eye, “I don’t want anyone else to see me. Not like this.”

Tears sprung up from his eye, and he brought his knees up to his chest, “I failed.”

Kendo stood up from her chair, “No, no you didn’t Monoma-”

“My one job was to keep Shigaraki from using his quirks, Kendo. I had one job.” he closed his eye, pressing his face into his knees, “I failed.”

Kendo didn’t reply, even thought Neito desperately wanted her to say something. Anything. He tried to keep his crying silent, to try and not let Kendo know that he was crying in the first place. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

“Vlad King-sensei is coming,” Her voice was further away now, she was likely at the door, “I think he was more worried about you than us.”

He slowly unfolded himself, opening his eye to see that Kendo had already left. He wiped the tears off his face and put on a small smile. He won’t show any weakness in front of his teacher.