#Himiko yoga

[punishblue]

"Wouldn't it make more sense if you switched costumes? With your hair and all?"

"But she looks so pretty in pink!"

This was supposed to be a comic featuring izuku as Luigi but I couldn't for the life of me add him in without it looking funky (in a bad way) so I just scrapped it :|

Also, Kirishima would be mario, and bakugou would be bowser. Enough said.

[plot-bunny-shop]

An MHA idea, Through Another’s Eyes:

Shouto Todoroki swapped bodies with Dabi for a day or so pre-Dramatic Reveal. Que the theories on Dabi’s identity. Featuring a confused but bemused Toga, a weirded out Spinner, an oddly helpful Shigaraki, and a tired Kurogiri. You can even throw some Hawks in there to stir things up.

[poppy5991]

Toga: I’m like a reverse necromancer.

Spinner: Isn’t that just killing people???

[lockes-woods]

Stuck Chapter 4

Himiko sighed in content as she stretched. Thursdays were her favorite day of the week. While she did still have two lectures, she didn’t work at either of her jobs again until the next morning. She always treated Thursdays like a recovery day. A groan escaped her as she changed positions and stretched the left side of her body. She was doing a bastardized version of yoga based on her high school gym classes and the stretches she learned throughout the years at different Dojos. She normally would wait to stretch until after breakfast, but she was trying to keep her mind off the text she sent to Shanks the night before. Her nerves got the best of her when she tried to eat earlier. She had two spoonsful of cereal before nausea set in.

          She was still trying to convince herself that it was fine that Shanks hadn’t replied yet. It was only nine in the morning, and she had sent the text at around midnight the day before. She had no idea what his schedule was, and he might want to talk to Mihawk before responding to her. All she had texted was a basic ‘here’s my number' text’ followed by a text that she had also gotten his card from Mihawk.

While part of her was able to rationalize the delayed response there was also a part of her that was deeply anxious. Did she overstep? What if he didn’t want his husband to know about her? Sure, they playfully flirted with each other, but it wasn’t serious. Still, she worried that she had crossed a boundary that she didn’t know existed.

          “Are you okay?” Nami asked as she entered the living room.

          “I guess, why?” Himiko asked as she dropped her pose and turned to face her.

          “You’ve been holding that pose for like five minutes; I can practically hear you overthinking from here,” Nami said as she slipped on her jacket. She had class in an hour and work afterward.

          “I’m just still waiting for Shanks to reply,” Himiko admitted bashfully. She avoided eye contact as she took a swig from her water bottle.

          “Ah, how’s your stomach?” Nami asked leaning against the couch.

          “Alright I guess I was planning to hit up the café for lunch before class,” Himiko answered.

          “Did you eat breakfast?” She probed.

          “Sorta; I just wasn’t hungry.” Himiko fibbed.

          “You weren’t hungry or were you not able to eat?” Nami pushed. Himiko loved their relationship, but it was at times like these that she wished Nami didn’t know her so well.

          “I had a couple bites of cereal before I got nauseous,” Himiko answered truthfully, finally looking Nami in the eye.

          “Damn, you’re really down bad for them huh?” Nami teased.

          “Is that a bad thing?” Himiko asked.

          “No, it’s just funny. I’ve never seen you get like this over a guy. The only times you’ve ever been like this were always for women.” Nami said. It was true while Himiko was bisexual 90% of her romantic endeavors were with women. The farthest she had ever gotten with a guy was a few dates, or a one-night stand.

           “It’s not even a romantic thing; I just get anxious around them individually. Thinking about interacting with them together makes me nervous on a whole different level. I don’t know how to describe it. It’s not in a bad way, but it’s also not good either. I’ve never felt this way before. I’m just more conscious of my mistakes when I’m around them and I want to make the best impression I can.” Himiko said.

          Nami paused before replying, “I know you said it isn’t romantic, but to me, it sounds like you have a crush.”

          “Maybe? But my crushes are never this intense. I already know nothing could ever happen romantically; they’re married to each other. Before I even knew that they were an item I had ruled out pursuing either of them. If not for the fact that I don’t even know their sexualities, there is also an age gap between us.” Himiko sighed.

          “Aren’t they in their mid-thirties? That’s not that big of an age gap; especially in the queer community. It’s not like you just turned 18 or anything. You’re all adults.” Nami responded.

          “I guess I just feel bad that I’m having these feelings about them at all. I just respect them a lot. They’re literally the definition of a power couple. Both of them are at the top of their fields.” Himiko said.

          “I wouldn’t feel bad for feeling this way. It just sounds like you admire both of them and want that feeling to be mutual.” Nami said sympathetically.

          “I guess; I just wish I could put a name to this feeling,” Himiko said while fidgeting with her hands.

          “I gotta go. Maybe you should just go to the café now to get your mind off things. I feel like you’re just going to spiral if you stay here alone; plus, you’ll probably feel better once you eat.” Nami said.

          “You’re probably right,” Himiko agrees, “Gimmie a second and I’ll head out with you.” She quickly went to her room to grab her bag. She rushed back out to the main room and slipped on a pair of shoes and her jacket before following Nami out of their apartment.

           “What do you think is the best-case scenario for your situation?” Nami asked as they made their way down to the street from their three-floor walkup.

          “I don’t know, I guess Shanks represents me in court and I don’t have to worry about dealing with that scum bag ever again,”  Himiko said.

          “So, if you were able to enter a romantic relationship with them you wouldn’t?” Nami asked.

          “I don’t want to entertain that idea even as a hypothetical. It’s never going to be on the table.” Himiko dismissed.

          “Alright if you say so,” Nami started as they paid their fare. “For what it's worth it sounds like your goal is pretty easily attainable. I can’t see any reason knowing his husband would cause him to renege on his offer to you.”

          “You’re probably right. This is just a new level of social anxiety that I wasn’t aware I had.” Himiko responded as they got onto the train and snagged two seats.

          “I always knew you had it in you,” Nami joked causing Himiko to roll her eyes.

          “You’re hilarious,” Himiko said dryly.

          “I know right?” Nami said ignoring Himiko’s deadpan look.

          “Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?" Himiko segwayed.

          “Nah, I was going to take Vivi out on a date. Well, she’s technically taking me out. There’s a new Thai place that opened up near school that we’ve been wanting to try.” Nami answered.

          “So, in other words, you plan, and she pays?” Himiko joked.

          “Yup,” Nami said back.

          “What’s it called when you date someone younger than you, but they spoil you?” Himiko asked.

          “Reverse sugar daddy?” Nami said after thinking for a second,

          “I guess, I can’t think there’s any other way to phrase it.” Himiko said with a laugh before continuing, “I do love that you found someone that you like and takes care of you; Bell-mère would be proud.” Himiko said with a smile.

          “Now we just have to get you, somebody,” Nami said with a matching smile as she bumped shoulders with Himiko.

          “Maybe after I graduate,” Himiko said, “I barely have enough time for myself.”

          “That’s in like forever; you know mom always said that living is for now, not the future,” Nami replied.

          “I know, I know, I just made a promise to myself that if I was going to get my degree I wouldn’t half-ass it,” Himiko said back.

          “I get that, but this feels extreme; when’s the last time you even got laid?” Nami asked.

          “I don’t know,” Himiko paused to think, “Last Labor Day?”

          “That was over two months ago!” Nami said in shock, “I know you don’t like dating apps, but there have to have been people you could have been with since then.”

          “Maybe? That was the last time I had off from class and work. It just doesn’t work for my schedule to date someone. I also hate one-night stands; I’d rather have an emotional connection with someone with no sex than sex with nothing there.”  Himiko vented.

          “Maybe you could take less classes next semester?” Nami said.

          “I wish, I’m already only taking three classes at a time. If I take any less, I’ll have to start paying back my student loans.” Himiko said with a frown.

          “Could you work less?” Nami asked.

          “Nami, we barely make rent every month. I’m not going to risk us being evicted because I want some action.” Himiko dismissed, as they pulled into their stop. Both of them get up and make their way to the street.

          “I wish there was another way,” Nami sighed.

          “It sucks, but I think I just need to focus on my career right now or quit.” Himiko agreed, stopping in front of the café, “Are you going to get anything or are you heading straight to class?” Nami glanced down at her phone before replying.

          “Nah, I have to get to class. We have a semester project coming up     and I have some questions about the assignment.”          

          “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Himiko asked.

          “Probably not til Saturday, I’m going to stay over at Vivi’s tonight,” Nami replied.

          “Alright, be safe,” Himiko said squeezing Nami’s hand.

          “You too, keep me updated on the DILF situation,” Nami said as she started walking backward away from Himiko towards campus.

          “I will,” Himiko waved before heading into the café. It was packed, but some of the sitting area was open. She quickly walked over to the half-booth section and placed her bag down on the table to claim her spot. Afterward, she got in line. While it was only three people deep Himiko still pulled out her phone to kill the time. Her stomach dropped when she saw a text notification from Shanks. She thought she’d be relieved when he finally responded, but her nerves tripled instead. She hesitated before opening her phone and reading the texts.

          Shanks: Wow, small world.

          Shanks: Are you free at all this week? Or next week?

Himiko: I’m free tonight after 5 and Sunday afternoon.

Himiko: Why?

“Himiko you’re up.” She heard Robin call out to her. She snapped her head up realizing that the three people ahead of her had moved on to the handoff area. Himiko quickly stepped forward to close the gap between her and the counter.

          “What can I get for you today?” Robin asked.

          “Um, can I have an order of the shortbread cookies and a large honey lavender oat milk latte?” She asked putting away her phone away and pulling out her card. She had never been more thankful that she had her read receipts turned off. She tapped her card to the card reader before shuffling over to the espresso bars.

          “Whoa, you good Himiko?” Usopp asked looking over the machine.

          “I’m fine,” Himiko started before getting cut off by Sanji.

          “Are you sure? You look like you just got sucker punched in the gut.” He said in a concerned tone.

          “Like physically I’m fine; there have just been developments with the whole DILF situation.” She explained.

          “Ooo, what happened?” Sanji said handing her drink to her over the machine.

          “It’s kind of hard to explain and is still developing. I’ll update the group chat when I can.” She promised after grabbing the cookies she ordered from Usopp.

          “You better,” Usopp said.

          “Yeah, your love life is never this exciting,” Sanji tacked on.

          “And because we care about you,” Usopp said nudging Sanji.

          “Yeah, that too,” Sanji agreed. Himiko rolled her eyes and turned on her heels to head back to her table. She stopped in her tracks when she noticed it had been encapsulated by a large group of teenage girls on either side. If she had to guess it was probably a group of freshmen from the college. She glanced around and noticed all the other tables were full. Suddenly feeling claustrophobic Himiko decided to leave the café and head for the botanical garden nearby. Technically it was part of the hospital’s campus, but she had never really seen any medical staff around it. She waved to the guys as she headed out.

          This was one of her favorite times of year to go to the garden; while most things had died off for the year there were a good number of trees and bushes that had changed colors with the season. This was also the time of year it was least busy. During the spring and early summer, it was packed with tourists and city dwellers alike who admired the flora. It wouldn’t be that busy again until they put up the decorative lights in December. Himiko was thankful for the good weather. The temperature had peaked above fifty degrees and there was no wind chill for once. A smile graced her lips as she made it to the center of the garden where there were metal benches and a grand water fountain. While the fountain had been turned off for the year, she was still able to admire the sculpted metal of different flowers. She was surrounded by hues of yellow, orange, and red.

          After settling onto a bench, she pulled out her phone and saw a new text from Shanks.

          Shanks: We’d like to take you out for dinner.

          Shanks: Only if you’re comfortable with that; you can pick where we eat.

          Himiko paused and read over the text twice before clicking on the Going Merry group chat.

Himiko: Update: The DILF Surgeon and DILF Lawyer are married.

Himiko: Nami and I figured it out last night and I texted them.

Himiko: And now they want to take me out to dinner tonight.

King: That’s crazy

NomNom: Are you going to go?

Himiko: IDK I haven’t texted back yet

Loverboy: This feels like a sex thing

Himiko:You say that about everything

Captain: They could just be going over the next step in legal action

Loverboy: Both of them wouldn’t need to go if it was that

Mosshead: I hate to agree with Mr. Prince but it could be that

Mosshead: That lawyer has always flirted with you

King: The surgeon too

Himiko: The surgeon has never flirted with me

King: He always perks up when you’re working

Loverboy: That’s true

Captain: I’d go if I were you

Captain: Worst case scenario you get a free meal

Himiko: I guess that’s true

NomNom: Um no. Worst case scenario they abduct and kill you

Himiko: I feel like if they were creeps I would have caught on by now

Himiko: Plus I can take care of myself

Mosshead: I’m free tonight if you need an out

Captain: Me too

Himiko: Okay, I think I’m going to go

NomNom: You better have your location on the whole time

Mosshead: Drop a pin when you get to there

Captain: Text us when you get home

          Himiko was about to reply when a shadow was suddenly cast over her. Her head shot up as she squeaked before realizing that it was just Mihawk. He huffed a laugh through his nose in response.

          “Hey, what are you doing here?” Himiko asked, still recovering from the fright.

          “I could ask you the same thing; I do work at this here after all,” Mihawk responded with an amused look on his face.

          “Oh, right,” Himiko said with a sheepish smile. She could feel the heat of embarrassment rise up her neck to her face before she responded, “I sometimes come here to kill time before class. I like to watch the leaves change before everything goes dormant for the winter.” Mihawk nodded in understanding as he took in the trees himself. While he was distracted Himiko sneaked a glance at him. He wasn’t wearing scrubs today; instead, he was wearing a charcoal grey button-down, black slacks, and a white coat. Himiko tried to ignore the fact that she could see his figure more clearly than normal. She couldn’t help but stare at where the fabric strained against his body. He was muscular, but not in a bulky way. If Himiko had to describe it, she’d call it a swimmer’s build.

          “No surgeries today?” she asked, looking up at him.   

          “No,” he said in agreement, “I have to catch up on some paperwork today as well as check in on patients. I was on my way to grab an early lunch when I saw you out here.”  He finished nodding up at the bridge above them that connected two wings of the hospital together.

          “May I sit?” he asked.

          “Oh, sure,” Himiko said scooting over and shifting her backpack from the bench to the ground. He sat and turned to face her.

          “It’s funny I was just texting Shanks about dinner before you showed up.” She said with a smile.

          “Oh? Have you decided if you are going or not?” Mihawk said quirking an eyebrow.

          “Yeah, I was just trying to decide where I wanted to go,” Himiko started, “Do you guys like diner food?”

          “I’m sure we’ll like wherever you decide on; we’re more concerned with the company than the food,” Mihawk said looking down at her.

          “Okay,” Himiko said shyly. “I still can’t believe that you two know each other, let alone are married.”

          “We were equally surprised to come to the revelation that you were the same worker we’ve both taken a liking to.” Mihawk agreed.

          “Why do you want to have dinner with me?” She asked. Mihawk paused before responding.

          “I believe it would be best to tell you when we are all together.”

          “Okay,” she nodded looking down at her phone, “I have class soon, but would the diner on the corner of Thirty-second Street and Poplar Street at six-thirty tonight work?”

          “That sounds perfect,” Mihawk confirmed with a slight upturn of his lip, “I’ll let Shanks know.”

          “Okay, cool,” Himiko said sliding on her backpack.

“See you later.” She said giving him one last look before heading back out to the street towards the university.

MASTER LIST

[herbrokenmelodies]

DANCE WITH THE OCEAN, MOVE WITH THE SEA, LET THE RHYTHM OF THE WAVES, SET YOUR SOUL FREE 🌊 cerberus corp has been watching Himiko Yamada.  some of the public has dubbed them Songstress because of Siren Song gifted by drowning at some D-Listers Party having been an extra ordinary since 2011, they’re doing a good job at hiding  Strained Voice, Sore Throats and Constant Champed Lips when they aren’t working their day job as a Nightclub Manager, they are fond of Retail Therapy and are never seen without American Express Gold Card. at first glance they seem Charismatic & Confident, though their close friends know them to also be Manipulative & Money Driven.  they consider themself a anti-hero

bio ┋ musings ┋ connections ┋ playlist ┋ pinterest ┋ navi

name  himiko yamadanicknames  himi, miko

age  thirtydfive date of birth  1st june 1988zodiac  gemini place of birth  yokohama, japan current residence  new york

gender  cisgender women

pronouns  she/hersexuality  bisexual occupation  nightclub manager at the abyss

faceclaim  satomi ishihara

height  5'7 feet

tattoos  none piercings  ears distinguishing features  scar on bottom back positive traits  charismatic, confident, hard-working, fun-loving, upbeat, talkative negative traits  manipulative, money driven, dramatic, annoying, boastful.

labels / tropes  [coming soon...]

inspirations london tipton {suite life}, madisynn king {she-hulk}

...more coming soon

likes  retail therapy, partying, dancing, music, glitter, themed parties, fancy over the top cocktails,dislikes  small talk, silence, fears  drowning, permanently loosing her voice, no wifi, credit card getting declined, being sober for too long hobbies  mixology, partying, yoga, pilates,spin class,making money from people who need her powers, shopping, online shopping,habits  sleeps about three hours, never misses a sale, thriple checker, glitter havoc, always presentable

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

TW: DROWNING, ALCOHOL

near death experience…  Himko wanted to be famous, it was always as simple as that but to make or break in the big city, no matter how much money that her daddy has, she still had to network in order to get it. she was not the best with business conversations  or stale dinners or drinks in rundown bars, she was more a girl who was the life of the party and so exactly that is what she would do. She managed to sneak her way into some D-Listers Celebrity party with samples. Yet she got a little more carried away with partying, one tequila...three...tequila....four tequila, floor....of the swimming pool. She was little too drunk to remember but woke up in Urgent Care and was told she was lucky she made it that night. From their she got a pity recording studio time...that helped her work out her powers. Not so much a record deal.

power…  Siren Song, the ability to enchant and compel others who fall influence under the hauntingly beautiful voice of the siren song. However, it is not as simple as Himiko singing and all falling under her enchantment. For people to succumb to her Siren Song, she must sing a song backwards that contain the name and command that she wishes the listener to obey. The influence only lasts for 10 minutes and 43 seconds after the song has concluded after which the enchantment would fade away. The Siren Song is only temporary. Her power is best used for interrogation, assisting in short tasks.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities… Those who have been influenced from her song will remember they have been influenced unless they song states otherwise. The more awareness that someone has of her power, the higher a persons resistance will be to her Siren Song. That being said, those of strong will are able to break the enchantment instantly compared to those who may be intoxicated as their mind is far more impressionable. Himiko is able to compel at most 3 people at a time, anything more than that her voice will be strained until she gets her voice back. Side effects include, a dry throat, constantly chapped lips and possible strained voice.

codename…  Siren...would have been the obvious choice for her but she decided to name herself Songstress at it has a slight air of mystery to it. She picked it and did the marketing for it, to the right people.

[beautyakamatsu]

Hinata Koizumi Fun Facts (Tenko Chabashira Headcanons)

She Is ADHD

She Is a catgender person

She Is a lesbian

Her Pronouns Are She/Cat/Kitten

She Is the Daughter of Mahiru and Hiyoko (whose transgender)

She Is 16 year old

She has a passion For dancing Since She Was little

She Is scared of men due to a Sexual trauma For Her Childhood

She Is Born in spring

She Is a Taurus

She has a Lot of Friends and can mess up their names

She Is Japanese-Chinese

She has blonde, long Hair tied in twintails

She has light skin

She has Red eyes

She Is Schoolmate with Himeko (Miu), Kimiko (Angie), Shiori (Maki) And Hanako (Himiko)

Hinata Is Friendly and Sweet, But She Is also rude and unpolite

She Is bad at martial arts (kinda ironic)

She loves manga

When She Is angry, She screams in Chinese

She likes pop It stimming Toys

She Is a fan of J-pop and C-pop

She likes Ice tea and curry

She likes doing Yoga

Plays as Princess Daisy In Mario Kart

[sexywaifucosplay]

Titre : Boku no Hero Academia Perso : Himiko Toga

CN : Mon mèng-Cosplay https://twitter.com/monpink_mon

[pa-panda-heroes]

Ahhh I love your blog! May I ask for hc’s of the league figuring out that the female reader is very flexible and into yoga?(●’◡’●)

thank you very much!! I love seeing you in my notifications btw ( ◠‿◠ ) it means a lot to see you there.

LoV figuring out female reader is very flexible and into yoga!

Tomura:

Tomura would honestly find out accidentally. It would take either one of the other members telling him accidentally or his walking in on you while you’re in action.

He’s quite impressed at your balance and flexibility and admires it. He has to wonder if you put in a lot of time and effort to become so flexible.

If you try hard enough, you can convince him to join you and learn yoga himself, but he has to watch you a few times and see what it’s about before he decides to or not.

He’ll just sit and gawk silently, mostly in awe because woah, that looks uncomfortable and you’re so flexible. Throw a downward-facing dog his way and you’ll catch him moving his head to the side as if to track yours.

Tomura may look lanky and scrawny, but he’s pretty flexible himself, and he’s stronger than he looks. So anything really basic won’t be very troubling for him!

But his balance is... not great. You have to do more supervising than instructing when teaching him anything that involves balance. He’s just a tad clumsy!

He will frequently tell you that being so flexible and nimble can be useful in a fight, but at some point he’ll probably admit he loves it because it gives him a good opportunity to acceptably gawk in awe at your talent and focus - and commitment.

Tomura won’t be super quick to master the poses, you notice, and that may or may not be because he gets undivided, one-on-one attention from you!

Mr. Compress:

Mr. will absolutely appreciate yoga as an art. It’s good for physical and (supposedly) mental health, not to mention it requires a lot of practice, effort, and patience. Naturally he admires you for being into it!

You don’t have to offer to teach him - he’ll outright ask. It never hurts, right? It’s possible to teach an old dog new tricks! Especially when that old dog has such a great teacher!

Whenever he sees you in a particularly stretching pose or just how flexible you are, his instincts kick in and he has to look away for a moment because how is that not painful?

You’ll catch him researching and practicing poses that are too advanced for him or are generally difficult because he just has a curious mind and wants to do more.

His favourite thing about yoga is that it’s something you can enjoy in various ways together! Warm-ups, trying new poses, it doesn’t matter what you do, as long as he gets to marvel over your abilities.

He’s the most likely to push himself to improve, not to show off or in a rival-ish way of catching up to you, but just because he enjoys it so much.

Mr.’s balance is more than impressive, but if you compliment him on it, he’ll be a little more modest than you’d think and he’ll find a way to send a compliment your way instead.

If you manage to use that nimbleness and flexibility in combat, he’s going to gush with pride and stop for a moment and point at you like “that’s my y/n, that’s my y/n! Look at her go, the lithe little thing! Isn’t she incredible?”

Twice:

Much like Mr., Twice is going to have that super proud attitude towards your abilities and will want to show you off to essentially everyone he meets. Inside of the League and out. All the time.

“Y/n, do the thing! Please!” he’ll say, holding his hands together with an imploring tone. He’s referring to a move that you can do to show off your flexibility.

Convincing him to join you will take a lot of effort, but considering it’s you, it will work and soon enough he’ll have his own mat (before you can even tell him to get one) and will be rearing to go.

He might not love the whole ordeal at first, but considering it is challenging for one’s physique and it’s more relaxing than slugging a hammer at a tire, he’ll learn to appreciate it.

Twice stays fit, we know this by looking at his costume - so he’s not going to totally shy from it. He can build muscle other ways and obtain flexibility this way.

He’s honestly enamored with how you move while you’re practicing (or in general honestly), so you’ll catch him staring a lot. It’s just relaxing to watch the slow and fluid movements.

Not great at yoga. Sitting still for periods of time and patience don’t really mix well with Twice.

Expect him to ask for your measurements so that he can make a clone of you to practice even when you’re busy!

Himiko:

Why didn’t you tell her sooner??? Omg y/n! Himiko loves yoga and she’s really good at it!

She’s like a kid in a candy shop when she finds out you’re into yoga and super flexibile - so is she! She learned it for combat, but still, that’s means girl bonding time!

Himiko is super flexible herself, so she’s totally going to try to compare your flexibility with hers to gage and see if one or possibly both of you can help each other improve.

And she’s 100% going to suck you in to doing it with her. She gets rather bored and lonely while she practices alone, so now that she has a yoga buddy? She’s so happy she vibrates in place!

She will literally want to buy matching or complimenting mats, yoga outfits, and even drink containers because it makes her so happy to be able to bond with you like this.

It’s probably not how you’re supposed to do it, but she likes to hum while she’s in pose. It helps her relax and sit still.

Sometimes it mindless humming to whatever she thinks sounds pretty, and sometimes it’s actual songs that she enjoys.

Give her the role of teacher and ask her to teach you a pose, and she’s totally up to the task. She’s actually a great teacher (and handsy if you’re comfortable with that). Give her the role of student and she learns really quickly.

Dabi:

He’s probably the only member for whom yoga is a no-go. He can’t help it. Stretching skin too much stretches his staples, and that’s a recipe for a literally bloody disaster.

He’d probably be willing to dabble with something that doesn’t involve stretching or balance, but it takes a whole load of convincing and demonstration on your part. He’s just really uneasy about it.

Dabi’s more than happy to watch, though, whether his dirty mind is kicking in or if he just wants to marvel at your talent and focus.

He can participate in that he can be on standby in the rare case you lose your balance, so that he can catch you and prevent you from falling on the floor if need be.

Prepare for stares and innuendos. Sometimes. Okay, maybe all the time. He’ll tease you constantly for your flexibility and what he “could do with it.” Sometimes he teases you just to tease you about it.

Prepare for every gift you get from him after he finds out to be yoga pants. Tight ones. And low-cut tops - bonus if the tops are baggy.

He will admire your abilities and he’s not afraid to tell you that. Dabi’s impressed with your progress and skill and you’re going to know it. He’ll even brag about to the others when you’re not around.

The more he sees you do yoga, the more he sort of wishes he could join you. You look so focused yet so at peace. He would like to experience that.

Spinner:

Not entirely sure how yoga works. He knows of it and all, but he’s never tried or went out of his way to learn about it.

So is he curious? Yes! Does he think it’s neat? Sure! Is he willing to try? Eeh..

Show him what you can do with your learnings from yoga, though, and he’s interested! He’s rather impressed by what the experience is given you, and he wants to see if he can benefit from it, too.

He’s in a bit of a rush, though, trying poses that are too advanced for him and sometimes hurting himself. You have to make sure he goes at a proper pace.

But he’s a quick learner, so that helps with his rush to catch up to you. You still have to keep him on a tight leash, though!

Spinner is the type to show you off anyway, but he’s really going to show you off for being into yoga. You’re doing what you can to take care of yourself, and he’s proud of that.

Literally won’t practice without you. You’re his second pair of eyes that makes sure he’s in the proper position, because he’s still a beginner. Plus it’s just not as fun without you.

His balance isn’t the best, so he’ll constantly ask you to help him improve because who better to ask? You’ve got it down pat! He knows you’re a great teacher.

[radicalcrim]

Toga does yoga

[waywardspicy]

dark blue bubbles are twice but also me talking

[shintoinenglish]

Japanese New Age Cult Red Flags

Just like any religious community, Shintō and Buddhism are not free from harmful cults -- ranging from spiritual pyramid scheme groups to groups that purchase shrines and take over their administration.

For community benefit, I will list some key red flags, as these groups often post online and expand their following on social media. Please note that context should be paid attention to; use your judgement. If there are multiple traits present in a group, I highly suggest keeping your distance.

Focus on past lives. It is not wrong to believe in reincarnation, but claiming to be a reincarnation of a specific, usually powerful historical figure or kamisama/buddha etc. is an instant red flag.

Talk of Japanese being a secret lost tribe of Israel

Other, usually antisemitic and xenophobic conspiracy theories, including, but not limited to: The Star of David is the same as the kagome-mon. This type of behavior can build off of the same kind of conspiracy theories in the West; there are plenty of Qanon believers in the Japanese religious sphere, unfortunately.

Pseudohistory such as: speaking of the Hitsuki Shinji oracles as legitimate historical texts, or favoring Jindai Moji scripts.

Claims to reconstructed prehistorical Jōmon era religion - this can include some Koshintō movements, so again, use your judgement well.

Reliance on one figure as a central authority, especially when disregarding others.

Reliance on oracles and prophecies heard by one central figure

Putting down other sects or traditions

Circumventing ordainment/training for clergy

Talk of auras, "the spiritual" in a vague sense, referring to shrines and temples as "power spots" (some more normal folks do this last one, but that's because the influence of New Agers is actually pretty significant -- but it decenters the importance of kamisama in a shrine or buddhas/bodhisattvas etc. in a temple).

Focus on prehistoric shamanic queen Himiko, female kamisama and Ryūjin-sama (use your judgement wisely here). TERFy New Age cults exist in Japan as they do elsewhere, and this often is accompanied by focus on Himiko etc.

Overemphasis of shamanic elements of Shintō (while a historic truth, often endangers people with mental illness and lacks healthy balance)

Using nonprofit or charity-type locations that seem secular at a glance to recruit members (the infamous Aum Shinrikyō has two descendant cults which recruit through yoga classes)

Talk of ancient mother goddess worship (influenced by Western pseudohistory, a la Wicca)

Excessive focus on messages and signs from kamisama, usually in the context of shrine visits (this is not to say you cannot have signs, but rather that balance is necessary)

Damaging shrine property; hugging goshinboku

Ignoring or speaking over experts and clergy, especially when asked to stop

Informing other worshippers at a shrine that they are bowing, clapping wrong

Incorporating Western New Age or pagan practices

Focus on healing (with the common sense exception of kamisama or Jizō known for healing)

Suggesting or demanding you buy a product or service, especially for health conditions, job issues etc. There is a reason for the common trope of shady people selling expensive ceramic pots to people who are vulnerable.

Multiple members are romantically or sexually interested in or involved with the leader/central figure.

Recruitment either by lay members or from officials. This situation can be tricky, but most shrines no longer do this. Shrines with official worship groups will have posters and such, but will not prosletyze.

I will add to this list as I see fit. Please do not harass anyone, but rather use these guidelines to set safe boundaries around yourself when considering groups.

[droplet-dread-cat]

League of Hikikomori

AU where everyone in the League of Villains is a hikikomori.

Tomura doesn't want to meet people IRL, he just wants to game and casually leak society-changing governmental data to fulfil his villainy quota. (All for One can't even say anything against his pupil's methods because they turn out to be more successful than whatever he's been trying for the last 200 years lol)

Dabi stays at home despite (or maybe because) Endeavor hasn't changed at all. His vengeance is a little... more personal, so to speak. He reveals himself to his father in the most dramatic way possible (all bloody tears and "Why didn't you search for me?" and "You've easily replaced me with Shouto, haven't you?!" and screaming himself raw - all the fun things that are definitely not his actual real feelings... nu-uh) and makes Endeavor take care of him (financially, because that idiot doesn't know how else to take care of Dabi) as well as making him back off of Shouto by merely being in the boy's presence. Endeavor takes one look at a heavily scarred mentally ill Dabi for once peacefully sitting with the brother he wanted to kill and just walks out again. Dabi becomes an absolute menace btw, like he "accidentally" develops a convenient shopping addiction and online shops day and night with his father's credit card. He heads into online gaming and buys cosmetics with real life money all the time. (That man has every single unlockable Genshin Impact character despite only having played the game for two weeks.) Endeavor can’t even say anything because that’d mean having to sit down with his suicidal kid to have a heart-to-heart and that’d be majorly uncomfortable. So he just doesn’t do anything at all.

Himiko ends up meeting Jin before she can do anything drastic and both of them live in a decrepit cheap apartment because Himiko’s parents are shitty. They get money by becoming TikTokers and their fans send them cute outfits, which has both of them getting into cosplay because of that. Once Himiko’s done with middle school, she opts to go to online classes instead and then there’s practically no reason for either of them to leave the house. (Long story short: Jin and Himiko are anxiety-ridden cosplay dance nerds.)

Shuichi, just like Tomura, isn’t keen on meeting people IRL. He has a mutant quirk and is therefore no stranger to discrimination. In the streaming scene, he’s known as the chill guy who’s giving out advice to fellow mutant types and telling stories about his own experiences. Twitch streamer “Spinner2Winner” doesn’t feel the need to go out and spread the word of Stain, when he can do it more efficiently in front of the PC. (Though, because he’s been receiving so much positive feedback, he’s in a much more positive headspace to evaluate Stain’s ideology and ends up being pro Stain’s idea but anti Stain’s execution of his ideals.)

Magne is a transwoman living in a transphobic area. Hell no, she’s not going to go out more often than she needs to. She can do her small fashion business online as well, without having to worry about assholes treating her like shit for who she is. In the confines of her apartment, she’s starting to bloom and truly embrace herself – doing yoga, wearing whatever she wants to wear, applying make-up however much she wants to put on and realizing her dreams of becoming a recognized and respected fashion designer. She’s also been saving up money for a small house and with the steadily rising interest in her brand, it’s not looking as impossible as it once did.

Mr Compress is a magician on YouTube... the end. There’s really not much to say. He lost his job, he has no interest in unnecessarily endangering himself but he still wants to do magic tricks – so YouTube it is. He just has that flair of dramatics that people love and he isn’t afraid of buying expensive equipment and learning how to edit to make his videos an Experience instead of just a few neat tricks in a row. He’s able to live quite comfortably off of monetization.

And then they all meet on Twitter and the weirdest friendship group in human history is born.

[plush-rabbit]

Don’t Tell Shigaraki

TW: Menstrual Cycle, Blood, Cramps

A/N: Cramps suck and this is a lot of shameful cuddling and whatnot because I want a hug when I’m dying.

The dreaded time of the month is here and you’re currently dying. The cramps are painful and almost make you feel sick, but the thought of having to get up and find a toilet is tiresome so you beg your body to just relax for a second. The heating pad that you bought is cranked to the max and it still isn’t doing anything to help numb the pain. You really have no idea what else to do and the small stash of chocolate you have hidden is tempting but again, the thought of movement is much too painful. So you lay in bed and press the heating pad into your stomach hoping that something good will come out of it while you grind your teeth.

You could call Tomura but he isn’t exactly the most comforting person around and you doubt he knows how to even make you feel a bit better. You don’t even know how to feel better. You tried going to sleep but the pain is too unbearable to even focus on anything else. You could try to do yoga but then that would involve moving and right you’ve found a sweet spot where the pain is at least an eight out of ten.

No. You’re fine. You’ve had cramps before and you’ve survived them, all you have to do is go find pain killers and hope you don’t faint. You let out a breath, “Okay, on the count of three I get up,” you whisper to yourself, fisting the blanket in your hands. “One,” you flex your feet, “two,” you take a deep breath, “and three.” You’re still lying in bed. “Okay, so that was a failed attempt. One more time.” You count down and on three you rise from the bed and clutch your lower belly. “Okay, good job,” you say in a pained whisper.

The trek to the kitchen is a long and painful road where you have to lean against the wall and stop for a few seconds so you can just breathe. You don’t pass anyone on the way there, you hand cradling your lower belly makes you feel all too vulnerable. But that’s the thing, you are vulnerable right now. You’re in too much pain and you want to be sick and if you stand for any longer, you’re sure to see black spots in the corner of your vision. You don’t know why it’s so painful right now. Why everything feels too sore, like you’ve just ran a marathon and now your joints and muscles are begging for rest even if that’s just all you’ve been doing the past hours.

You slump into a kitchen chair, letting out a whine at the harsh surface of the chair. The pills are here somewhere, in a cabinet perhaps, maybe it was the bathroom. You groan and bury your face into your arms. You can’t get up again. Everything hurts too much and you can’t force yourself to get up again. You don’t know how long you’re slumped over for. Could be a minute, could be ten, and you didn’t bring your phone to help distract you. This was supposed to be a simple mission and here you are close to tears because your cramps haven’t dulled even a fraction.

“You look pathetic,” a voice drones out.

You look up, your eyes the only thing in view as you’re met with the icy gaze of Dabi who holds an unlit cigarette in his mouth. You roll your eyes and fit back another wave of nausea. “Don’t smoke in here. Go outside or something.”

He holds you gaze and hooks his foot around the leg of a chair, pulling it out and resting on the edge of it, the cigarette still hanging limply from his lips. “What’s wrong?”

You raise a brow. “You care?”

He shrugs, his expression bored but eyes never leaving yours. “If your little boyfriend finds out your sad, he’ll blow a fuse. And I’m not really in the mood to hear him scream,” he sighs, “so what’s up?”

You glower at him in suspicion and ultimately shrug and lean on the back of the chair, your hand coming back to cradle your lower belly. “Cramps.”

He lets out a low whistle. “Sucks to be you.” When you shoot him a look he chuckles and raises his hands in defense. Long, thin fingers wrap around the cigarette and he places it on the table. “You take any pain killers?”

You shake your head in response. Your tongue coming out to wet your lips, you speak, “Sat down before I could look.” Dabi throws his had forward and rises slowly, pulling on the handle of the cabinet harshly and shuffling around the items inside. “Don’t make a mess,” you tell him halfheartedly.

“Shut up,” he mutters. “Let me find the damn pills and then you can whine.”

Dabi isn’t all that bad. He’s rough around the edges but he really does care even if he acts like he doesn’t. He’ll help out in a pinch and god he’s insufferable but he’s still a friend. “Hey Dabi,” you drum your fingers on the table and he hums in response. “You’re hot... Right?”

He straightens his neck and turns to you, a hint of mischief in his wide eyes a roguish smirk takes over. “Gotta be more specific than that doll.”

“Like body temperature.” You shift your gaze from him and turn to the table.

“Yeah, why?” The cabinet closes.

“Okay, so this is super embarrassing and if you utter a word about this to anyone, I’ll like totally end you.” You swallow your pride and look at him with a raised chin. “Do you mind if I borrow your hand? Please? When I feel better, I’ll make you you’re favorite dish. I promise!”

“Pain’s that bad?” You nod and he sighs. “Ugh. Fine. But we’re going to my room. And you’re making it tomorrow. Got it?” He holds out his hand and you grasp it, giving him a firm handshake. You rise from the chair, fingers knotting into your shirt.

“You know if he finds you in his room, he’s going to blow a fuse right,” Himiko giggles, stepping into the kitchen with a sway.

You startle. “How long have you been here?” You crane your neck to see if anyone else is behind her but you’re pulled back by Dabi.

“That’s why you’re not telling,” Dabi says, shoulders rising as an eye twitches. “Listen, you don’t tell him and I don’t know,” he waves his hand in the air, “little Cramps over here will get you something.”

��Please don’t make “Cramps” my nickname,” you mumble.

“Can I come? I can massage your hands! There’s a pressure point to take away the pain somewhere there! Come on please?” Himiko bounces in her place, with hands pressed together in a pleading motion. “Please!”

Dabi looks at you.

“You know she’ll tell him if she doesn’t come along. And it’ll be your ass on the line, not mine,” you point out.

He throws his head back. “Ugh, fine. But only you two. And don’t touch my things,” he warns, pointing a finger at the both of you.

“Whose room are we going to?” Jin asks, peeking his head into the kitchen.

“No! No one else,” Dabi snarls, hands extended in front of him.

“We’ll tell Shigaraki,” Jin says in a deeper voice.

-

You’re in Dabi’s bed that smells heavily of cologne with a light scent of burnt wood. The fan above blows cool air and Jin is busying himself by having his legs thrown on top of yours as he reads a book, clicking his tongue in certain parts before flipping over the page. Himiko is busy massaging the webbed part of your hand while she compliments your hands, telling you how pretty you’d look with red nail polish. And Dabi is grumbling while he lays in an awkward position with a hand over the small of your belly.

“Listen, what happens here, stays here,” Dabi says, with a hand holding up his phone while he watches a show about office workers.

You peer over and place your hand above his. “You know, I didn’t take you for a fan of Agg—”

“Shut it or I kick you out.”

“Oh! After this I think we should watch a movie!” Himiko says cheerfully, giving you a toothy grin.

“I wouldn’t mind. There’s been a couple things I’ve been meaning to watch. Jin, Dabi, you guys in?”

“I’d love to!” Jin salutes. “We could order in and eat all sorts of things!” A hand is placed on your knee and fingers absentmindedly begin to tap on you.

“Dabi?” You ask.

“I hate all of you,” he murmurs, clicking out of the application and moving onto another one. “Look, just don’t mention any of this shit to the others.”

The three of you look at each other and give a matching grin. You pinch your fingers together and put them to corner of your lip, and with a quick movement, you swipe your fingers across your lips and mimic tossing something over your shoulder. The other two do the same and Dabi merely rolls his eyes accompanied by a scoff.

“We can watch something on the weekend or whatever,” Dabi rumbles, bringing a pillow to bury his chin into.

“You know,” you start off, throwing an arm over your eyes, “this is actually helping a lot. The pain isn’t as bad as it was before… Thanks. A lot.” You roll your lips and the hand that is held by Himiko jerks its fingers. You feel your hand be given a reassuring squeeze in return.

There’s a mixture of words all intertwined and muddles together as they each begin to respond to you. The door is opens slowly with a creak and all of you freeze, Dabi immediately pulling his hand back and shoving it under the pillow. You raise your arm and look at the door.

“Hey, have you seen—”

All of you freeze and crimson eyes scan over the room and land on you where your hand is placed over your belly.

“Tomura, hey,” you smile at him and rise onto your elbows.

His eyes are wide for a second before they narrow. “Whatever.” The door is slammed shut and you wince. A few seconds later, you hear another door slam shut.

“He’s not happy,” you groan.

“No shit,” Jin says quietly, hand squeezing your knee.

You sigh and pull your hand away from Himiko and bend your legs, causing Jin to stand up from the bed. “I’m gonna go check on him.”

“You’re all good now?” Dabi asks, turning his head to lay flat on the pillow.

The bed creaks from under your weight as you get off. You raise your arms above your head and flex your fingers towards the ceiling of the room. You turn to look at Dabi who stares at your through half lidded eyes. “Yeah, I’m all good. Thanks again Dabi.” You ruffle his hair and smile when he pushes your hand off of him. “Thanks again Himiko and Jin. If you guys need something later, just call.” You give them finger guns and walk out of the room closing it with a soft click.

The walk back to the room is slow and heavy, you can already feeling the brooding energy that emits from the shared room. You give a gentle knock on the door, announcing that you’re coming in and you thank the heavens that the door isn’t looked.

Tomura is on the bed, with his back facing you and blankets shoved off onto the floor of the room. You click your tongue. “Tomura, I told you not to let the blankets spill onto the floor,” you bend them and toss them back on the bed, “They’ll get dirty.” The bed squeaks as you sit down and he jerks when you touch his back. “Tomura, look at me please,” you coo, letting your hand run over his back.

“Why don’t you just go back to them,” he says in a nasally voice, the volume from his phone is raised to its peak.

“Because I want to be here with you.” You prop pillows against the bed frame and lean against them, your hand moving to grasp his shoulder. “There’s no need to get jealous.”

“Not jealous,” he growls.

“Then can I have a kiss,” you offer, shifting closer to him.

“Screw you.”

“Do you want to know why I was with them?” You pause for an answer and sigh when you don’t receive one. “Well I’m going to tell you anyway. I was with them because well… I’m on my period and the cramps were super bad. And coming to you just felt embarrassing—”

“And going to them wasn’t?” He pouts, and turns to face you, still on his side.

You shrug and a noise of confusion. “It’s different. I was in a lot of pain and I don’t know. Look I’m super sorry.” You bring your knees closer to your chest before you decide to let them fall once again. “Would you have known what to do?”

He’s silent and his face scrunches. “I could have figured it out,” he mutters.

You let out a breath. “I know you could have.” You push his hair out of his face. “I’m still in a bit of pain and I think cuddles might help.” You speak gently, twirling a strand of his hair around your finger. “Do you want to do the honors?” You ask with arms opened wide.

“Only because you owe me,” he says with a hoarse voice, arms immediately wrapping around you  as he nuzzles his nose into your side, hands immediately going underneath your shirt and digging his fingers into your soft skin, the metal brace cold against your skin making you flinch to which he apologizes with a kiss.

“Seems like I owe everyone these days,” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair and bringing one of his hands to cup your lower belly, mewling at the heat he gives off.

His arms are tight around you, his hand that cusps your belly, moves his fingers softly, petting the soft part of you, while his other hands moves and shifts until he’s deemed comfortable. He coos into your side, words muffled and quiet, never reaching your ears but hum in response, feeling your eyes begin to droop. You lower yourself on the bed, ignoring his whine of protest as he looks at you through half closed eyes. When you open your arm back up, he places himself back to his spot, hand returning to your plush stomach, and drags his lips lazily against you in a kiss.

[fflaminlo]

Unsure if you still like BNHA. If you do, Himiko Toga 3 & 4C?

yoga who

[gluttonygirls]

I saw a himiko yoga sweatshirt so now her and nagatoro are the mood

As well as all my touhous still

[writers-worst-nightmare]

Let’s kill this love (Shigeraki x reader)

Warnings: near-death, kidnapping, cussing

Pairings: Shigeraki x reader

this is part of my side character love series!

Request are always open!

You spun a sharp butchers knife in your hand as you glanced at the loud cursing ash blond that was yelling at you. You sighed and took the mouth guard off of him that was preventing him to speak. “What?” You asked annoyed putting your hand on your hip and giving Katsuki a stern yet annoyed glare,  “I swear if you don’t let me go!!!” Bakugo yelled at you, you rolled your eyes and stared at him dead in the eye  “Let me think of it...” You said tapping your chin and pretending to be thinking hard. “No.” You said smirking evilly and patting his head ”y/n.” A scratchy voice sounded from behind you ”Greetings Tomura!” You chirped happily as you flashed him a smile. ”Are you ignoring me now?!?!—“ Bakugo started to say, you punched him in the face and smiled innocently at him “Shut up!” You said to him your eyes filling with anger “Don’t worry y/n I am sure that the All Might would come and save the day with his stupid smile like he always has on!” Tomura snapped, his red eyes burning into Bakugo’s red eyes. “Hey handy man!” Yoga chirped happily as she skipped to Tomura with her school girl uniform on and a knife in hand. ”What?” Tomura asked Toga, his dark red eyes softened as he looked at the seventeen year old. “It’s Father’s Day!” She said happily, Tomura looked at Toga with wide eyes “Toga please tell me you didn’t...” Tomura trailed off as he looked at his bedroom doorway. “I painted your father’s!” Yoga answered him as she pumped her fist in the air still carrying the knife.

“HIMIKO TOGA!!!!!” He yelled at her, she scurried away as Tomura took off his glove chasing her around the hideout.                                    •After that• Tomura and Toga finally stopped and Bakugou was tied up with a metal mouth guard tightly around his mouth.

“Hey y/n can I talk to you alone?” Tomura asked “Honestly at this point anything for you to get away from Toga.” You said as you followed Tomura into his bedroom  ”Ummm....well can you uh....kiss me???” Tomura asked You looked at Tomura with wide eyes.  “What?!?!” You exclaimed, jumping back a little in surprise.  Before you could get anything more out Tomura leaned in and kissed you on the lips.  “I love you y/f/n...” Tomura said breathlessly  “I love you to Tomura Shigaraki...” You said smiling and pulling Tomura into another kiss.