#class 1-a shenanigans

[manwtv]

They make me insane <3

[electricpuppyperson]

mha head cannons

I would imagine denki would get overwhelmed being way from electricity for too long. Camping trip and he is just itching to get back home to feel the familiar buzz that is being in a town full of constant access to power.

Todoroki is the human pillow under every cuddle puddle cause he is either perfectly cold or nice and toasty warm. He is so touch starved he doesn't know what to do but his friends are happy so if laying in him makes them happy he doesn't care.

Kirishima totally bought/buys people Crocks as presents and has a rock collection up to the ceiling.

Tokoyami and Momo are book buddies. I mean think about it, they totally bond over classic lit like Poe, but also other classics like Charles Dickens and Jane Austen.

Izuku is a coffee addict. Bro cannot function without it. Enough said.

As someone with seven siblings, I can assume that since Tsu has such a big family she thinks of everyone in 1-A and some people in 1-B as her little siblings. She is totally a big sister to everyone there.

Eraser keeps high test scores in a folder and will flip them occasionally to cheer himself up. He loves seeing how his students have grown. Not that he would ever say that out loud

Iida carries snacks around for everyone and medicine and anything else people could need in his locker.

Anytime 1-A has a day one they invite Shinso with them. They can't wait for him to join the class.

Mrs. Midoriya encourages Midoriya to bring Todoroki snacks and other things like that since one time he came over and let slip his unfortunate home situation. She "accidentally" packed both of them lunch one time. Todoroki was confused but pleased none the less.

Adding into the the previous head cannons, Bakugou steals/shares Midoriyas food sometimes cause it reminds him of when they were younger.

Hawks will just....randomly kidnap Tokoyami for like a coffee or a patrol or something with zero warning. He'll just swoop down and grab him from wherever he is and drag him wherever he wants to hangout that day.

Class 1-A and 1-B have hangout nights on Fridays or Saturdays were they do movie nights or spa days or something. They also 100% have a group chat that both Mineta and Monoma have been banned from. Shinso is there cause yes.

Lmk if y'all want a part two

[surreal-duck]

Can I possibly ask who your most recent OC is, if you are still open to talking about your OCs?

of course!!! honestly i dont think ive made any new ones in particular since last year? with the amount i have atp i kinda go back and forth between new and old ones kjsdgkjsdhgs but i guess rafi and naomi would be the most recent that i actually do somewhat draw on occasion because otherwise a good chunk of them are just. kind of concepts i bounce around in my head jksdgjkhsdgsh

i do have this from some time ago though that never really went anywhere

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

SCOGUE-Tember (2024)

Day “1”: Not Art; Just for Fun

(x) <-here’s meme template for personal use!

[mysteroads]

Excerpt from All Fun and Games

“Don't stay up late!” Shouta warned loudly. “It's a school night.”

The League paused at the stairs and turned, all of them with expressions innocent as angels and honest as politicians. 

“Yes Eraserdaddy!” the whole group chorused— with the exception of the three kids, Kurogiri, and Shigaraki. Even Midoriya was in on it, obviously torn between hilarity and terror as he stuttered on the last two syllables.

Shouta flushed as the whole room erupted into giggles and whispered versions of: "I can't believe they did it!", turning to find half the class was filming. Apparently, he was the victim of a conspiracy. He eyed them balefully, thinking dark thoughts about pop quizzes and revenge.

Meanwhile, Toga threw her arms around Kurogiri, assuring him loudly that he was still the League's “shadow dad” and not to be jealous. The ghostly man sighed, patting her on the head, but didn’t look displeased. 

Spinner socked Shigaraki in the arm that wasn't holding Kana. “You were supposed to say it too!” he scolded. “You chicken!”

Shigaraki stepped out of range with a sneer. “I don’t need or want another father figure, thanks, and I'm not about to call Aizawa daddy in public.” He paused, then hummed thoughtfully. “Could be negotiated for in private, though.”

Dead silence.

In that silence, Shigaraki took Aisho's hand again and led her to the stairs. “Now then, since I missed this afternoon's debriefing, why don't you tell me what Kurogiri taught you in preschool today?”

Aisho bounced onto her toes with excitement, holding tight to his hand as they maneuvered up the steps. “Oh! Today, Eri and Hōō started learning how to sound out big words! And Kana and I learned more about shapes!”

“Shapes, huh? What's your favorite? I've always liked triangles best. Sharp angles. Good for stabbing.”

Their voices faded, leaving the common area to its awkward silence. Silence broken by a high pitched, wheezing squeak, like a dying balloon about to give up the ghost. All eyes turned to Dabi, who was bent over, hands braced on his knees, the undamaged part of his face bright red as he fought for air. Magne thumped him between the shoulder blades, which was enough to let him suck in a desperate breath and start cackling.

That set off the rest of the League, except for Kurogiri, who looked instead like he was going through all five stages of grief at once. 

Hōō, secure in Hawk's arms, looked around and, with the unerring ability of a child to ask the questions adults dread most, asked, “Does Mr. Shiggy want to call Mr. Zawa daddy? ‘Cause Mr. Zawa is Aisha and Kana’s daddy, not Mr. Shiggy’s.”

The League howled.

Dabi went straight to the floor, followed by Spinner. Toga was practically dancing as she squealed, “Oh my gosh! I’ve never ever ever heard Tomu-chan flirt before! He goes right for the kill!”

This time the students couldn't keep quiet. 

Within seconds, the entire Bakusquad was curled in various positions on and off the furniture, clutching their middles, tears streaming down their faces as they laughed and laughed. Bakugo had turned his back, but Shouta could see his face reflected in a window: his eyes and cheeks were bulging in an effort not to laugh. Uraraka had choked on her own spit and was torn between coughing and laughing; Momo’s blush had spread down her neck like a sunburn; and Asui had covered her face, shoulders shaking. Todoroki seemed completely lost. Ida, scandalized, was waving his arm at everyone, trying to get them to “Settle down, now! This is obviously an adult matter! It’s almost curfew! We should all go to bed!”

Shouta’s attention, however, was on Shinso. His son was laser-focused on his phone, Eri peering intently over his shoulder. 

“Shinso,” he growled.

Hitoshi looked up, lazy purple eyes wide in an attempt at innocence. “Yeah, Dad?”

“You had better not be sending that video to Hizashi or Nem, or I swear, I’ll hang you upside down from a tree for the rest of the night.”

“I’m definitely not doing that,” Hitoshi promised.

Eri frowned. “But… you’re on the family chat,” she protested.

Hitoshi cleared his throat. “What I meant was: I may have already done that.”

Right on cue, Shouta’s phone began to buzz with incoming messages. He’d give it fifteen minutes before the entire UA staff saw the video in all its horror.

Face burning, he unwound his capture scarf and activated his quirk. He would not suffer alone. 

The students and former villains who could still move scattered, heartlessly abandoning their incapacitated comrades to face the wrath of an embarrassed Eraserhead.

[gallonwghost]

Found a pen lying on the floor outside of my house

((Quote thing is a song quote btw, specially, this one:

[ghostly-penumbra]

Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King

Chapter Six: Traditional Way, Part II: The Remix: Electric Boogaloo, Slumber Party Edition

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Ao3

Summary: Class 1-A humours its resident goth...

... things go exactly as he planned.

- - -

A Hero’s life was a stressful one, even if you were still just a student. It was nice, to find kinship and support from people that got it, that sometimes had been there with you as you faced down the villains.

That is to say, the UA dorms had been a great idea, actually. 1-A managed to find the perfect balance between each other’s little idiosyncrasies pretty well, with only minor mishaps along the way.

This week’s’ “Fun Night” showed to be quite the example.

“Are we sure we’re gonna do this?” Asked Kaminari with a shaking voice as he passed the small candles for Todoroki to light up with a touch of his finger.

They were in their dorm’s common room, with the furniture pushed to the side to make space for the… temporal redecorations.

“Well, it is his turn to pick this week’s activity.” Yaoyorozu said reasonably, watching Tokoyami draw the summoning circle from memory without hesitation.

“Yeah! ‘Sides we all participated in your skit videos last week!” Mina told him as she skipped next to him. “So if our introverted classmates can appear and act in front of a camera, you can hold hands and chant the creepy verses!” She slung an arm over his shoulders and pulled him towards herself to whisper in his ear, “And it’s not like something’s gonna actually happen, so relax!” And with a conspiratory wink she shoved him off.

- - -

“YOU SAID NOTHING WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!”

“NOT NOW, KAMINARI!”

“How do we stop it?! It’s almost finished!”

“Someone bring Aizawa-sensei!”

“It’s too late.” Tokoyami announced calmly over the cacophony of his panicking classmates. His eyes were lit up with the reflection of the green fire on the candles, giving them a manic gleam “He is here.”

All the candles that Todoroki unsuccessfully tried to smother with his ice flared up at the same time, illuminating the scared faces of the heroes-to-be for a second, and then diminished back to small embers, making the biggest source of light in the room the pair of flames that hovered in place atop the summoning circle, until these two blinked out… and then back on

“If this is another cult seeking immortality…” A voice said a hundred times at the same time, and even Todoroki’s resistance to the cold was useless against the chill that ran down their backs.

Bakugo would remember that Midoriya moved first, activating his quirk and launching himself at the dark figure feet first in a kick aimed to the face.

The person –being?– caught Midoriya by the ankle and easily redirected him to skid along the floor with his momentum. They –it?– dodged Kirishima’s hardened fists with the ease of a dancer, sidestepped a rising block of ice and broke it into small flakes of dust. Bakugo had him in the face with a good explosion and –bright toxic green eyes that bore into his soul as he illuminated them, making him feel so smallweakuseless– next he knew he was crashing against stupid fucking Deku, who chose that fucking moment to have his second wind.

“That’s enough.” The being said, and the lights came back on. (He couldn’t be older than any of them. He just couldn’t!)

The class stopped in their tracks at the sight of him, except for Iida who had already ignited his engines and was just as easily redirected back towards his friends, who held him quickly as he abruptly stopped his quirk.

“A bunch of teenagers, why not.” The little boy face palmed after looking at them.

“Hey, that’s rude!” Ashido complained, being the first one to step up with no intentions of attacking.

“Well, forgive me for not lying to spare your feelings after being summoned against my will in the middle of a power nap.

“But let me guess,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and rested his elbow on his other palm, “you somehow found an ancient ritual to summon one of the most powerful beings there are –which, by the way, I made sure to get rid of- the rituals! Any book that had it. Jeez, I didn’t get rid of all the powerful beings, don’t give me these faces.”

The students looked at each other; had it been that they all misunderstood the –boy’s– words and jumped to the same gruesome conclusion, or had he just been bad at wording?

“Anyway, you kids somehow found the only source for how to summon an eldritch abomination, thought it would be a fun bonding activity,” an awkward glance at each other, “and didn’t stop to think, just for a second, that perhaps you shouldn’t be messing with things you don’t understand?”

The class kept silent, most of them staring ashamed at their feet, some even scuffing the floor with them.

“It was Tokoyami’s idea!” Kaminari cried, trying to hide behind Kirishima. “He was the one to do it all!”

“Kaminari!” Several of his classmates cried out in offense at such coward snitching.

“Hey!” The ghost boy called, bringing everyone���s attention back to him. He had stopped hovering, rather planting both feet on the ground. “Alright, listen. I’m not mad at you kids, but this is something you shouldn’t be meddling in just for fun. And not only that, but I made sure no way to summon me remained in this plane of existence, so I need to know how you did it, to make sure you didn’t do something dumber than summoning me.” With his hands on his hips and that I-can’t-believe-I-have-to-deal-with-this face, the self-proclaimed eldritch abomination looked more like an annoyed (if short) senpai correcting his kohais.

“It was not hubris nor naïveté that made me desire to summon you, King of Ghosts, Liminal God, Harbringer of-” Tokoyami’s greeting was cut short as said liminal god –and didn’t that make some eyes widen in shock and wariness– held up a hand to stop him.

“Two titles are more than enough, buddy. Y’all can call me Phantom.”

That sounded like such a simple hero name, that the students easily accepted it. Phantom: The Ghost King Hero.

“As you wish, Phantom.” The goth corrected himself with a grave nod. “As I said, I did not arrange for your summoning out of hubris or ingenuity, for you see, we are in the dark path of Heroism, where we will face countless more encounters with horror, destruction, and death, and so I sought you out, so you may tell my friends of the kindness of leaving this world.”

His classmates stared at Tokoyami after his solemn words; some with apprehension, others with growing understanding. Iida adjusted his glasses and breathed in deeply, preparing to launch himself into a rant speech about how they were thankful for his consideration but he should please refrain himself from things like this, when the bird-headed boy spoke again.

“And if you could please sign this for me, I would be in your debt.” The boy held out a black, leather-bound journal with a black pen adorned with a plastic skull hanging from the bookmark.

There was a long, awkward beat of silence until –unsurprisingly– Bakugo exploded.

“YOU FUCKING SUMMONED A FUCKING DEATH GOD JUST TO GET A SHITTY AUTOGRAPH?!”

The feeling was shared by the rest of the class, as they showed their discontent all at the same time.

Tokoyami ignored them, though, keeping his wide, hopeful –and, this was a bit worrying– worshipping eyes on Phantom, until he finally relented.

“Alright, kids, listen up!” Phantom said, commanding the attention back to himself. He took the journal from the bird-headed boy and flipped the pages until he found a blank one. “Gosh, this brings me memories…” He mumbled, scribbling down, before continuing for the class. “Rule Number Two of Interacting With Paranormal Slash Mystical Slash Magical Slash Et Cetera Et Cetera Et Cetera, never make open-ended deals, ever, this includes but is not limited to: contracts, handshakes lood oaths, spit oaths, fist bumps, promises, spoken words –you get the gist. Now, what did you friend say to me?”

The teenagers looked at each other in awkward silence but, being teenagers, they were easily reverted to their ‘we’re in a lecture in class mode, and the brave soul of Yaoyorozu raised her hand.

“Tokoyami-kun said that he would be in your debs in exchange of an autograph.”

“And there was truth and intent to his words, so now that I’ve fulfilled his request…” He let the sentence open as he showed the journal where it now had a stylized D with a smaller P within it.

The class looked at their friend with mixed feelings of concern, irritation, and fear.

“You could ask anything from him.” A brave soul finally answered.

Tokoyami didn’t seem to care what might be asked of him, as he stared almost reverently at the journal now back in his hands. That wouldn’t do.

“Well then,” Phantom began, placing his hands on his hips, ready to deal out a detention, “your part of the deal will be that you never ever again make such a fool open-ended deal with anyone! No ghost, monster, creature, oni, Higher Being™, angel, god, God, demon, or anything else I may have forgotten. Not your parents, not your relatives, classmates not your teachers or principal, not random people on the street, not children, not the government. No one, ever.” He finished sternly as Tokoyami nodded along.

“That…! Is actually really kind of you, Phantom-san.” Iida saod thoughtfully.

“The Lord of Cessation is known for his kindness and fairness.” Tokoyami told them, clutching the journal to his chest when he noticed Bakugo’s slightly-more-murderous-than-normal expression still in place.

“Yes, I’m cool, I know, whatever.” Phantom was massaging his temples breathing deep and slow. “Alright! He began anew, now with some cheer. “I haven’t’ been to the Living World for anything other than work in over a century and a half, so, what’s good in video games these days?” He asked with a smile finally acting like the teen he was when he died.

“I mean the controls are different, but a fighting game is a fighting game, so no biggie.”

“If you want you can pick All Might to make it more even!”

There were very heated protests (from two very specific boys) as everyone surrounded the dorm’s gaming centre so Phantom said “Don’t worry, I’m my own character.” Before merging with the console and appearing on the screen, unleashing chaos among class 1-A once again.

- - -

“So you were born before the Dawn of Quirks? What was it like?” Midoriya asked, distractedly losing in Hero Cart as he kept looking at Phantom next to him.

“Eh, I can’t really say it was much different. Y’all seem to have gotten… stuck in time, in a way. Like, I understand a lot of stuff like time and work and resources go to make accommodations for mutations and stuff which is great, don’t get me wrong, but one would have thought that over two hundred years in the future, at least clothes would be different.

“And for what the dead say, some of those ‘accommodations’ are… doubtful, to say the least. And don’t get me started in social issues.” He quickly mumbled with his mouth in a thin line. “So, overall, it was pretty similar. It may have to do with the fact that I was born in another dimension.”

He kept his focus on the game. So, if Phantom noticed all of their shocked faces and stunned silence, he didn’t show it.

- - -

“D’you guys have DOOMED?” Phantom asked as he leaned against the couch from his place on the floor, watching as Mina ruthlessly obliterated Sero in Dance, Dance Revolution!

“What’s DOOMED?” Ashido asked, not skipping a step as Sero stumbled with the increasing speed of the game.

All the lights went out and the room’s temperature dropped, making Tsuyu swoon and the rest of the class to cry in alarm or fall into battle stances.

“The DOOMED devs didn’t release the game’s code for it to become memetic, only to be completely ignored by some- futurelings from another dimension!”

The lights returned, and the TV they were playing in turned back on; the cold ebbed out slowly, not as abrupt as it had come, and Tsuyu slowly began to stir helped by the proximity of Todoroki’s left side.

“Alright, kiddos! I hope you’re interested in coding, ‘cause I know by heart and tonight, we make history!”

- - +

Phantom typed away without thinking it twice, confident, whilst the class watched and Midoriya took notes just as fast, transcribing on his notebook what Phantom put in the computer.

Kyoka leaned against Tokoyami’s side as they saw, well, history. “This is the best night ever. Do you have any other interesting being in your journal? Possibly someone who liked karaoke?”

“Just so y’all know!” Phantom told them cheerily, spinning his neck 180º degrees as his hands kept typing. “I know I’m cool and a chill guy to hang out with, but that’s ‘cause I was human and died at fourteen! Most beings that can be summoned hate being summoned. Myself included, bus, as I said, I’m rather cool!”

A chill ran down the class’ back again, and all of them –minus Midoriya, who kept on writing– turned to look at the resident goths.

“… I shall abstain from more summonings, Lord Phantom.” Tokoyami conceded, and Dark Shadow cooed at him.

“There’s a good boy!” Phantom said brightly, returning to his coding.

“Let’s just do regular karaoke next week, right, guys?”

“Alright, students!” Phantom called them. “Get ready to get schooled!”

- - -

[hauntingofhouses]

i tried watching the netflix a:tla live action and got so frustrated that i could only make it through 1 episode before i decided "fuck this" and started rewatching the cartoon from the first episode

anyway that led to me writing this in my notes app while half-asleep in bed last night

[spittyfishy]

An ancient blorbo makes a surprise appearance! I spent a great deal of Monday rewatching miraculous (en français too) so now I’ve got a bunch of my old faves on the brain lol

[nerdie-faerie]

Having a 9am class and an 8 hour shift the same day I have an assignment due so I haven't slept, is a recipe for disaster. Fingers crossed I don't bodily attack a customer 🤞

[x-authorship-x]

NEW FIC ALERT

REVELRY

Fandom: My Hero Academic

Characters: Tokoyami Fumikage, Dark Shadow, Shouji Mezou, Yaoyorozu Momo, Kirishima Eijiro, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A

Tags: Quirk Discrimination, Quirk Shenanigans, Fix it, Canon Divergence, BAMF Tokoyami Fumikage

Summary: “The shadow is the greatest teacher for how to come to the light.”

Others don't understand that a 'quirk' is not always a tool and that, sometimes, a family is two birds in the darkness of the night.

Fumikage is going to be a hero.

And so is Dark Shadow.

AKA

What if Tokoyami was the top hero student in his class?

Chapter One: ACT ONE

Summary: “I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.”

— Helen Keller

Introducing the Boy, the Shadow, and the World.

[bkdk-fan4ever]

Bakugou Katsuki Centric | 5+1 Times | Class 1A | Shenanigans | Bakugou Katsuki Has A Good Fashion Sense | Oblivious Class 1A

5 Times Bakugou’s Taste In For Fashion Was Revealed And 1 Time It Revealed Itself by Mystynfog

Bakugou wasn’t being secretive with the fact that he had talent. He had never been secretive about that. But, if he just so happened to fail to mention that he got such talent for fashion from his parents, well, that was hardly his fault.

Or-

Class 1-A trying to figure out how Bakugou knows so much about fashion and then just realizing he’s a nepotism baby.

[skidrowflorist]

ooc;; work is sniping me again. :( keep thinking i'm through the rough patch and then the other shoe drops. and the other. and the other. and the other. and the- how many feet does this thing have??

[fourspiceblend]

Thank you random Mareeta and Fjorm, now to find a better A skill for her because spurn doesn't mix all that well with finish

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Iida's Glasses

Prompt: Class 1 A shenanigans, ft. Iida and his glasses.

Pairing: NA

Genre: NA

TW: NA

It was just another day in Musutafu, Japan. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were chirping, and Tenya Iida and Izuku Midoriya were sparring against each other. You know, your typical average morning for your typical average heroes-in-training.

Of course, there couldn't be a day without some kind of trouble, now could there? What fun would such a day be?

Izuku accidentally kicked Tenya hard enough in the head to knock off his helmet. Fortunately enough for the blue-haired boy, he didn't get injured. Izuku panicked, waving his hands around as he rushed over to Tenya's side. "Oh my gosh, Iida! Are you okay? I'm sorry!"

"It's fine- It's fine- Where are you?"

"What..?"

"I can't see, Midoriya- I think you knocked off my glasses-"

Oh. That's understandable, Izuku thought as he walked over to Tenya's broken helmet and shattered glasses, picking them up. He suck in a breath through clenched teeth as he assessed the damage. The glasses were, undeniably, damaged beyond salvation. "...You mean these?"

"...I can't see what you're holding.. Are they broken?"

"Y-Yeah.. You have spares in your room, right?"

"Yes, fortunately."

Aizawa, who was woken up by the sound of the helmet falling to the ground, called out to them, "Iida, you're free to sit down, Midoriya, you run an extra 30 laps."

"Aww man, ok. Sorry again, Iida."

"It's alright."

"Goddamn, you nearly knocked four eyes out," Bakugo smirked from where he was fighting Kirishima.

"No, he didn't, Bakugo!"

Tenya made his way to sit and observe his classmates from the sidelines like their raven-haired teacher was supposed to be doing. He wasn't pressed about his glasses breaking. If anything, he was glad he came out of that particularly strong kick unscathed.

He was soon approached by a ... blurry figure? "Hey there Prez," the figure said, sitting next to him. It was Denki, Tenya could make that out by the very familiar voice. The blonde boy seemed to be holding up his right hand in front of Tenya, and he sighed inwardly. He should've known this was coming.

"Can you see how many fingers I'm holding up?" the blonde asked, prompting Tenya to shake his head. Denki brought his fingers closer to Tenya's face, the blue-haired male criss-crossing his eyes in an attempt to try to see clearly before lightly swatting away the hand. "You still can't see? Damn man, you're blind as a bat"

"I- Kaminari, of course I can't see! I don't have my glasses!"

Aizawa, roused from his sleep yet again, narrowed his eyes at the blonde. "Ok, extra laps for you as well." Looking at his other students, who had stopped sparring in favor of surrounding the class president he said, "The next one to point out Iida's blindness is going to clean the dorms for a week."

"Shouldn't we take him to Recovery Girl just in case?" Kirishima asked. "I can assure you all that I don't require medical attention-" Tenya started.

"Still, you should get it checked to make sure you don't have a concussion," Momo said, looking concerned. Mina and Denki exchanged looks before jumping up. "I'll do it!"

"Make sure he can walk first." Shoto said. "He got hit in the head icyhot, not the legs," Bakugo deadpanned, to which Shoto shrugged.

I don't get paid enough for this, Aizawa thought to himself as he said, "I don't care what you do. Just don't, make any noise."

"Yes Sensei!"

[vuutarros]

I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test