#and also... sorry tomura

[moodyvoid]

I will never get over how soft he was with his sister and his mom

[remcadll]

Wow crazy how it’s been two months since mha ended. what the hell was that btw

[scarlettcryptid]

OH MY GOD?

[momomallowart]

He misses his dad.. 🥺

[pinkflu]

My Shigaraki sim Opted to make more of a S1 loser Tomura instead of a mega jacked constantly shirtless Tomura, cause I love him and he just like me fr or whatever

Gallery ID: pinkflu Full CC List: here

[gayfortheplot]

I'm so tired of Spinner being left out and excluded from the League. Put Spinner back in the League please. Make him Himiko's endearingly awkward big brother. Make him Magne's endearingly awkward little brother. Make him worry about Tomura whenever he gets sick and dedicate his time to taking care of him. Let him go to the gym with Jin. Let him argue with Dabi. Let him make video game references. Let him be the only one to understand the gaming references Tomura makes. Let him go skateboarding. Make him stay up late at night playing GTA. Make him a paranormal fanatic, despite him easily getting spooked. Include him in League game night, where he annoys everyone when they play Monopoly because he keeps begging for money just to spend it poorly. Let Jin teach him how to work on cars because Shuuichi's interested in mechanics. Let him playfully call Atsuhiro's magic tricks lame. Let him help Kurogiri wash the dishes after dinner. Make him a hopeless romantic. Make him a source of support for the League. Make the League comfort him whenever he's upset. Make him laugh so hard he cries at a shitty joke Dabi makes. Make him rope Dabi into playing video games with him whenever Tomura's not around even though Dabi sucks at them. Make him want to reconnect with his family, because despite all the shitty things they've said and done to him and them being complicit in the discrimination he faced, he still cares about them and wants them to have a good life. Make him not want to have a birthday party because the greatest gift to him is just being able to hang out with his friends. Make Spinner care so much about his friends. Give the man anxiety. Give the man insecurities. Give the man his friends back.

[nagitosstolenhand]

Spinaraki Week Day 5: Cutscene

posting a day late cause i forgot to post this yesterday, version without text undercut

[mach1ne-g1rl]

collection of my digital bnha drawings .. sorryyyy

[jamiethebee]

Me: I'm done yapping

Reads Viz's translation for chpt 427

Actually no I'm not.

Let's talk about Izuku Midoriya, intense hero fanboy, everyone he looks up to is a hero, ect ect

Passively listening to Spinner as he sorrowfully tells him "he was my friend. He was my hero".

Like??? Midoriya doesn't even bat an eye but at the least that should resonate some with Midoriya. He can at least imagine what it'd be like to (permanently) lose All Might/Toshinori. Or Bakugou who was dead for long enough in the Sky Coffin. And we get.... A close up of Midoriya, showing some dark circles under his eyes and a blank stare. What. The. Fuck. Does he have so little empathy once people turn into "villains"? That he can't sympathize and try to ease their pain? And we're supposed to believe he has this incredible heart that's so inspiring to even antagonistic characters who've otherwise lost hope in hero society? (I'd maybe say that he's still processing the end of the war, dealing with his own stuff, ect ect and excuse that lack of interaction if not for the fact that he quips back "make it a comic book" - which he's not a big quip person so it's not like that's in his character to do, especially not during emotional exchanges. I'm sorry but it's just... callous at worst, tone deaf at best)

If someone can explain this chapter's Deku to me - not with suppositions, but with canon only evidence - that'd be great. But I no longer believe that Midoriya has such a great heart. Show don't tell, but we had plenty of telling and little showing.

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Sako: Okay, why don’t we all share something about ourselves? Tomura, you first.

Tomura: I regret a lot of things.

Dabi: I have more bags under my eyes than I do personal belongings.

Geten: I still don’t know whose skull I found.

Skeptic: I will one day erase my enemies with science.

Sako: Great bonding, everyone! We'll do this again tomorrow.

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

Shigaraki Kinktober - Day 4 - Hate Sex and Bondage

Shigaraki has very few memories of spending time with animals.

Sensei never kept any around the house; he always said they were too much work to train, with little to no reward. The few times he was forced to leave his room as a teenager and venture into the streets to get groceries, he might have seen a dog, or two, maybe some squirrels. Nothing more.

But he has this distinct image in his mind of an afternoon spent at Garaki's lab, looking over with boredom at vials of bizarre substances while the doctor talked to Sensei about things that didn’t interest him at all back then. He's maybe nine in the memory, tall enough to see over the counter, but not enough to reach anything with his scrawny arms and still decidedly unpredictable hands.

But the one thing that did catch his eye in the lab was a cage. It was small, smaller than a shoe box, or a box of cookies. Inside, there was a small rat looking rather in bad shape: its fur was dull, patchy, with bloodied marks over its small body. Its beady eyes stared right back at Shigaraki, pleading so desperately to be let free, yet filled with unforgiving anger he recognized well.

“What did the rat do to be held like that?” he asked.

The two men paused their conversation, and the doctor laughed, an unpleasent, gurgling noise, while Sensei only smiled.

“Oh, Tomura, the poor rat didn't do anything,” Garaki had explained with a chuckle, walking over to the cage. He poked a fat finger between the metal bars, just enough for the rat to smell him but not close enough to bite him. It had felt oddly cruel. “It was just unfortunate enough to be exactly what I needed for my experiments. Nothing more, nothing less.”

The memory is coming back to him so vividly, he thinks, because you look exactly like that rat in its cage.

“Did you decide to start talking yet?” he asks you once again.

“Fuck you,” you scowl at him, your eyes so dark he has to wonder if anyone had ever looked like him with such hatred and lived to tell the tale. “I'll never tell you anything.”

You spit at him from the chair you're bound to, narrowly missing his shoe by a few inches. He tsks in disappointment, bending down to collect the liquid off the dirty floor with his index. It shines under the flickering neon light, and he smiles at the look of utter disgust on your face.

“It's not a good idea to waste your saliva like that. Who knows when’s the next time I'll feel like giving you water…”

He gets closer to you, wagging the wet finger close to your plump lips. You're almost snarling at him.

“Wanna take it back?” he coos mockingly. He toys with your bottom lip, forcing his digit into your warm mouth. Not a second passes before you bite down on it, hard, and he curses as he pulls his hand back to safety. The wound is shallow, but he's got a perfect print of your teeth on his skin, now glowing with a mixture of saliva and blood. You look at him triumphantly, but you lose your bravado the second he starts chuckling. Soon, he's openly laughing, holding onto the finger in absolute delight at your reaction.

“C'mon, is that all you got?” he manages to snicker in between breathless laughter. “You can't even bite like a real sewer rat! No wonder hero society is collapsing.”

You shake your chair angrily, trying to get out of your restraints. It's no use, and you both know it: the cold metal chain binds your hands, legs, and neck firmly in place, making it impossible for you to use your quirk. Attached like this, still all dressed up in your hero outfit, you look like a children's doll still in her box, bound with tie wrap until its owner decides to free it.

“I got an idea,” you snap at him. “How about you uncuff me and I can show you just how much I can bite?”

“Tempting,” he admits with a crooked grin, “but I have a better idea, hero.”

He pets your hair with his bloodied hand like a twisted parody of affection, and you recoil from the touch. But the chain doesn't let you get far, and you grit your teeth as he keeps caressing your hair with false compassion.

“How about you stay like that, all tied up like a nice little present for me, and I have fun with you until you tell me what I want to know?”

You scoff, throwing him a defiant smile that makes his pants feel tighter. He loves it when they have some fight in them.

“You're even more pathetic than the UA reports said,” you taunt him, looking straight into his eyes; a cornered animal trying to act like it's the predator. “Is this the only way you can get anyone to fuck you?”

He doesn't take the bait; he knows he's still in control. Slowly, he gets on his knees, and rests his head against your thighs, looking at you from under his eyelashes with a smirk. The restraints are too tight for you to hit him with the force of your knee, and you seem to have realized it, so you stay nice and put, looking down at him with fiery loathing. Good.

“How about we make it a game,” he suggests, raspy voice syrupy sweet, “so we both get something we want out of it. If I can't make you cum, you're free to go. I'll even drive you back to UA myself. Isn't that nice of me?”

He's broken that bold protective shell you’ve put around yourself, he can tell: even though your eyebrows are still furrowed and your eyes are still throwing him daggers, there's a glimmer of something else there. You're considering it.

“But if you do cum, and I win,” he continues, feeling high off his own words, “then I'm not letting you go until I want to let you go. Even if you talk. And that might be a long, long time…”

He lets the sentence trail on, one hand making its way to your thighs and caressing the skin. So, so smooth. Nothing like his own. Maybe that's why he wants to touch you so badly.

“How do I know you'll keep your word?” you ask distrustfully.

“You don't,” he answers plainly, lazy smile still on his face as he plays with the hem of your costume, so close to what he really wants to touch. “That's what makes it a game.”

You stay silent for a few seconds, weighing your options. He knows what you'll say before you even open your mouth.

“Deal,” you accept, lips straightned in a thin line. Your serious game face. The excitement is coursing through his veins like adrenaline; he's got you.

He doesn't give you a warning when he rips the bottom of your costume, revealing your tantalizingly pretty pussy.

“Hey!” you hiss, obviously displeased he's ruined your costume.

“No panties underneath,” he comments, ignoring your protest. “I really have to wonder what kind of hero you are…”

A first proding finger starts tracing your warmth, not quite pushing into your hole.

“The kind of hero that going to win against a villain,” you throw back at him, glare still defiant. He makes a point of slightly digging a nail into the sensitive flesh, and you suck in your breath to stay silent.

“Doesn't look like I’m doing too bad,” he snickers, “but maybe I should keep going, to make sure.”

You glare at him, challenging: “D-do your worst.”

“If you insist.”

Soon, one finger becomes two, and two fingers become three. You're so wet there's almost no resistance every time he trusts his digits into you. He thinks of mocking you for it, but you're already trying so hard to stay silent, heavy breaths echoing in the empty storage room. He's palming himself with his free hand, getting off how badly you're trying to maintain your hero dignity.

He wants to break you.

He pumps his fingers in faster, rougher, and you can't help but gasp. You close your eyes, in what he can only assume is a mixture of pleasure and utter embarrassment.

“Its not polite to look away from the man making you cum on his fingers. Didnt't they teach you that at UA ?” he reprimands with a sick grin. He's winning, and you know it just as well as he does. It's not your fault, really: Shigaraki never loses a game.

“Y-you…” you start, interrupting your sentence to take a shaky breath, “you haven't m-made me cum y-yet-”

“That's right, he concedes, not slowing down the ruthless pace into your pussy. “We should get to the finishing moves, shouldn't we?”

As his fingers bottom out inside you, he curves them sharply, feeling for the spot he knows is hiding just nearby. When you cry out, your metal chains rattling, he knows he's found it.

It's amusing how badly your body tries to spread your thighs further apart for him, when your mind must be well aware the restraints won't budge any more. You're shaking as he abuses that spot over and over again, face contorted in pleasure, biting your tongue to stay silent. But it's a lost battle, and it only takes a few more seconds for you to let out a deep, exhausted moan as you cum all over his fingers.

His smile can't get any wider as he admires the clear juices coating his scarred hand. You're having trouble catching your breath above him, panting like an animal.

“Still think you can take me, hero?”

He makes a point of whispering the word as a last cruel jab, reminding you of how low you've fallen.

But then, you surprise him.

You smile.

“Round 2,” you spit out, parting your still trembling thighs apart again. And oh, for a little caged rat, the anger burning in your eyes is such a delight that Shigaraki thinks he might keep you locked up forever.

[angy-grrr]

okay help im getting nervous dnksndjasndjndkad this week is going to be a long one IM GOING TO FAINT WHILE WAITING FOR THE CHAPTER ADKAJDKAJDK

explanation under the cut? im just venting kind of about the interpretation of Izuku-Shigaraki and Ochako-Himiko as the "same"

People keep saying they should bond like that in chapter 429 because they both are sad over failing in saving their villains, and feel the same way about them, and I just dont know.

Am I really seeing Ochako and Himiko's interactions as more than what was intended?

They are just so different from Izuku's and Shigaraki's; these have a touching moment like when they bumped heads as children, which was so sad and adorable before AFO decided to get involved, but its just... not the same, right? He didnt cry for him, he wasn't sad because he wanted a world with him in it specifically, but because this isnt what he wanted to do. He feels guilt, and has conflictive emotions over being considered an admirable hero when he killed someone; Spinner's eyes, judging and full of hatred for him, flashing in his mind while being told he inspired someone to move. From my point of view it does affect him of course, but its about their society around them -he asks about how things could be different and tries to be responsible, he acts in order to do what he thinks is right.

Ochako's feeling guilty? Is that really what it is? Is that wound a reminder of her own perceived failure as a hero? Im sure she does feel also guilt, but its that it? Himiko motivated her to go against what was considered right in the script of heroes and villains and went out of her way just to tell her "your smile is cute, I rejected you because I didnt understand how you could look so happy and free to do so, and I envy it". Did Deku ever had something like that with Tomura? I can see how he changed him, yeah, but did he even like him? He didnt know him, not like Ochako did with Himiko, right?

This is why he isn't crying over his death, or was desperate over the idea of him ending like that -he tried his best with what he had, and just like he told Ochako maybe a battle was inevitable but he also wanted to reach out to that inner child; he accepts the battle and is willing to attack as we clearly saw, and at the same time he wanted to stop the pain somehow.

Ochako wasn't willing to hurt her, didnt try even if she hurt her or her friends. They both arent killers and prefer to protect the people around them, but Izuku does hurt him multiple times and doesnt doubt about doing it -his regrets come from being too late, so he wonders if there are ways to intervene before and avoid this much pain from forming. Ochako and Himiko do have a feeling of what could have happened if I just met you before, Toga directly wonders about it. Am I reading it wrong if I see them as different? Their relationship is just more personal and emotional to me, so Ochako here is crying and was crying over losing Himiko. When she remembers in that moment the cliff scene and Izuku's words about maybe a battle being inevitable but not ignoring what he saw deep inside him... shes not glad or happy about reaching to Himiko's sadness, because it led to her disappearing and willing to die for her. She starts crying and I just see it as her realizing this doesnt make anything better, she wants her to be alive. She got into her heart, and its not enough if she dies.

She preferred to die, before letting Himiko to sacrifice herself for her.

Are Izuku and Ochako truly feeling the same for the villains? So many people think they share this guilt, and just handle it differently. That this is about failing in saving them, and wanting to be a different type of hero.

Am I just reading it all wrong?

[theeyeofthetigger]

Inspired by this post I saw yesterday~!

Ignore any visual issues, they’re watching tv, I drew this at 3am, and I’m very eepy

[momomallowart]

Took his pants away bc studio Bones is too cowardly to do it themselves ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ🫶💗

[mettywiththenotes]

Oh I love how Uchiyama voiced Tomura when he talks about Mikkun and Tomo-chan. How you can hear him turn childlike and the desperation to get across that he does have friends, he does, and his dog loves him too, so there!

[gradelstuff]

WAIT WITH VESTIGE-AFO "GONE" DOES THIS MEAN WE GET TOMURA'S VESTIGE WORLD INSTEAD NOW

PLEASE BRING THIS PLACE BACK