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#this doesn’t really look like eloise bc her braid is tucked inside the scarf#but we’ll pretend🥰#today’s fast sketch#I had 30 min before the sun set😇🙏#I love doing these but they’re pretty challenging#maybe it doesn’t look like it bc it’s a scribble#but planning the pose plus the shadows plus my black pencil so I can’t erase…#a lot of thinking involved#hopefully I see improvement with these exercises😆#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#eloise babbit#anyways I make mistakes but I just roll with it and I post here to document🫶#I’m planning my next full illustration for my fic now!!!!!!!!!#Eloise getting her wand…maybe I’ll give info about it bc I put a lot of thought into it#actually you know what???#these fast practice sketches ARE working out#bc now when I plan my more finished pieces I can see that it’s a lot easier to draw what’s in my head#💓🫶🥹
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One of the things I very much hate about modern AUs in MDZS is how the fic writers Americanise everything about the characters until the only thing Asian about them is their name.
#mdzs#I think the no of fics that properly research their cultural background and history and I've actually loved#I can count on one hand#no because really why is WWX is speaking in American slang and why is everyone forgetting that#They. Are. Chinese!#they will be most of the time be speaking mandarin thank you very much#I do hate the Straight boy Wei Ying fic writers make him out to be#come to think of it#this happens in most fandoms#I took a peek in the first few fics in omniscient reader's viewpoint fandom ao3#and what do you know almost all of them have Kim Dojka as an oblivious dumb idiot#like people will really erase all the complex aspects of a character in order to idiotify them for the 'dumb oblivious idiot' trope#and have all of their friends and family be there for the sole purpose to be exasperated with the main characters being oblivious about each#others' feelings#because obviously they know better about these two people feel and their relationship than the characters themselves#not that these can't be done well and asking for relationship advice is nothing out of the ordinary#but when it's like the characters have to be hammered over the head with “he likes you!” like they can't figure that out themselves is..#very annoying#wei wuxian#lan wangji#mxtx
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hm. i apparently have an unpopular opinion about yona’s decision during her conversation with hiryuu…… like. obviously she’s motivated by the desire to save her friends—she loves them and cares about them deeply and is scared of losing them—and there’s some selfishness in that (on a more facetious note though, god forbid teenage girls do anything i guess…). but the interpretation of her decision as selfish to the point of cruelty and/or naïveté just doesn’t sit right with me. like there is no solution to the conundrum she was presented with that doesn’t involve tragedy. and i’m never, ever letting anyone forget that jaeha, gija, and sinha were never given a choice regarding zeno’s whole murder-suicide plan, and they don’t regret being alive, so wouldn’t changing the past and effectively erasing them from existence (when they already have no agency atm!!!!) be so much more cruel? wouldn’t discarding two millennia worth of lives, regardless of how painful they’d been, be so much more cruel? does a life lived not matter because there was suffering?
and yona values life, even when it hurts, so she was never gonna make a different choice, and i just don't think that that's extremely selfish or naïve of her; the dragon warriors are not just vessels for the gods, they're people, and they don't deserve to be erased because the gods don't care about the pain they cause, and she can't confront the gods in the dream realm, she has to do it in her present which can't exist if she changes it! (also on a purely narrative level, any other choice would've basically rendered 40+ volumes of the story pointless.) and besides, it's more interesting to focus on trying to make things better rather than rewriting the past, and she'll have to sacrifice something to save everyone (the part of her that's a reincarnation of hiryuu, obviously, and possibly something more) which will even things out anyway.
#also As A Disabled Person i find the idea of erasing others' lives (without their permission!) because they were painful to be Terrifying#and if the disability angle seems totally unrelated the author's note in ch 116 states that the dragon warriors have generally been sickly#(historical fantasy code for disabled)#also it's disability pride month and i can do what i want <3#anyway this makes sense To Me but i also sustained a Head Injury at work today so if it's actually incoherent ignore me#akayona#this isn't a response to any specific post btw i just keep seeing this point discussed and i felt compelled to share my two cents#now that i've swung my trusty bat at the hornets nest i can write my silly little fic in peace 😌
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If the world forces the traveler to be forgotten, will you remember?
#scaralumi#wanlumi#my brainrot for this au is actually so bad im even thinking of attempting to write a fic for it#that focuses on wanwan's interactions with paimon and nahida.. as well as some of the time before lumine was erased#unfortunately writing isnt smth im good at so the scenes would most likely just stay in my head ú-ù#also family crest songs r so good i have another animatic idea for viatwins with one of their other songs lmaoo.. maybe next year#lumine#wanderer#scaramouche#i also have another version of this au : scara is lumi's replacement like rukkha->nahida#its also fueled by simulanka bc wan was paralleling lumi a lot there#i think i shall call this au#missing files au#genshin impact
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Amethyst. - PART 21
I stormed out of the training room, my frustration clawing at me like the flames I had just barely contained. The hallways of the agency were eerily quiet, the weight of what had just happened still pressing down on my chest. My feet carried me forward, but my mind was somewhere else—angry, confused, exhausted.
Why is it always him?
Bakugo’s voice had cut through the chaos when even I couldn’t. The thought twisted in my stomach like a knot I couldn’t untangle. I didn’t want to rely on anyone—especially not Bakugo. Yet, somehow, he was the one who always managed to reach me.
I turned a corner and nearly ran straight into him.
Bakugo was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his usual scowl firmly in place. His crimson eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a flicker of that same anger surge back to life.
“You did good,” he muttered, his voice low, almost begrudging.
My steps faltered. Good? My blood boiled at the simplicity of his words. How could he say that like it was nothing? Like I wasn’t hanging on by a thread?
I felt my frustration bubble over. “Why is it always you?” I blurted out, my voice louder than I intended. “Why do you get through to me when I can’t even control myself?”
Bakugo didn’t flinch, his eyes narrowing at me in that infuriating way he had. “Because you’re scared of your own quirk and yourself,” he said bluntly. “And I’m not.”
The words hit like a slap, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe. He said it like it was obvious, like he’d known all along. Anger flared again, hotter this time, mixing with something else—something I couldn’t quite place.
“I’m not scared,” I snapped back, my fists clenching at my sides. “It’s you—ever since you came into my life, I can’t focus! I keep thinking about you and losing control!”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I froze. I hadn’t meant to say that. Did I really just say that?
Bakugo’s eyes widened just slightly, surprise flickering across his face. Then, just as quickly, his expression hardened again. “Thinking about me, huh?”
My face burned with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean—” I turned away, yanking the door to my room open. “Forget it!” I slammed the door behind me, leaning against it, my heart pounding.
I did NOT just say that.
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Best Jeanist’s POV
I watched as Y/N Todoroki stormed out of the training room, her frustration evident in every sharp movement. Her potential was undeniable, but that potential came with a weight—one she wasn’t fully prepared to carry yet. Today’s training had exposed the cracks, not just in her control over her quirk, but in the emotional foundation beneath it. She’s talented, but talent alone is never enough.
Her power is immense, but without emotional mastery, she’s walking a precarious line.
I reached for my phone, scrolling through the contacts until I found the one I needed. Shota Aizawa. He would need to know what transpired today. This isn’t something that could be resolved in a mere week of training.
The phone rang twice before Aizawa’s voice answered, gruff and to the point. “What is it, Tsunagu?”
“Aizawa, I need to discuss Todoroki’s progress. Specifically, the development of her quirk,” I replied, keeping my tone calm but serious. “Today, we saw something I believe she isn’t ready to handle.”
There was a pause on the other end before Aizawa spoke again. “What happened?”
“Her dragon manifested again—fully this time,” I explained. “It’s more than just a quirk manifestation. It’s… primal. And from what I observed, I’m not convinced she was in control of it.”
Silence. I could tell Aizawa was processing the information. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, but firm. “I expected something like this might happen. Tell me more.”
I glanced back at the training room, remnants of her quirk still lingering in the air. “Her ice and fire are coming along well—better than I expected. But the dragon… it feeds off something deeper, her emotions. And today, it took over.” I paused for a moment, then added, “It was Bakugo’s intervention that helped her regain control. I’m not sure she could have done it on her own.”
“I understand,” Aizawa replied, his tone thoughtful. “I’ve had another student once who couldn’t gain control over his Quirk until it was too late.”
I didn’t need to say it, but the comparison was there, lingering between us.
“There’s more to this,” I said, my tone shifting slightly. “If she’s going to master that part of herself, she’ll need more than just technical training. She needs time—and guidance.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her when she’s back at U.A.,” Aizawa replied. “But what about the rest of the internship?”
“She’s got a few days left here. I’ll continue to work with her, but the real challenge will begin once she’s back with you. The dragon is more than a quirk—it’s a reflection of her state of mind. Without emotional control, it will continue to control her.”
Aizawa was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. “I’ll be ready.”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Good. She’ll need all the support she can get.”
We ended the call, but I couldn’t shake the weight of the situation. Todoroki’s quirk was powerful, perhaps even more so than her father’s. But it wasn’t just her power that concerned me—it was the emotional struggle that came with it.
A part of me feared that if she didn’t find balance soon, the dragon might consume her. __________
After the shower, I felt the tension ease a bit, though the weight of the day still sat heavily on my shoulders. I dried my hair quickly, pulling on a clean pair of pajamas, and sat at the small desk in my room. The laptop screen flickered to life, and I mindlessly opened up my browser, ready to distract myself.
But just as I was about to click on an episode of Gossip Girl to help unwind, a breaking news headline caught my eye.
Hero Killer: Stain Captured. Endeavor Leads the Charge.
My breath caught in my throat as I clicked on the article. The screen filled with an image that made my heart sink—Endeavor stood tall, victorious, without a scratch on him. But it wasn’t him I focused on. In the background, just behind him, I could see Shoto, Midoriya, and Iida… all bruised and looking utterly exhausted.
Stain—the Hero Killer. He was infamous for targeting pro heroes, claiming they were corrupt and unworthy of their titles. His ideology had spread fear throughout the hero community, his brutal attacks leaving both heroes and civilians on edge. And now, he had been captured.
But at what cost?
My heart twisted with worry.
Without thinking, I grabbed my phone and dialed Shoto. The phone rang, and with every second, the knot in my stomach tightened. He finally picked up after the third ring.
“Y/N?” Shoto’s voice was calm, but there was a heaviness to it that I recognized too well.
“Are you okay?” I asked immediately, my voice sharper than I intended. “I saw a picture of you, Midoriya, and Iida all beaten up—and not a scratch on Father.” The bitterness in my words was hard to hide.
“I’m fine,” Shoto replied, but there was a pause. His answer didn’t ease the tightness in my chest.
I sat there in silence for a moment, my mind replaying the image of them bruised and beaten. I hated that I hadn’t been there. Again. Just like when the villains attacked UA. I was always one step behind.
“I’m at the hospital,” Shoto added quietly.
My stomach twisted with guilt, a familiar feeling I couldn’t shake. Not again. I hadn’t been there to protect him. I hadn’t been there for any of it.
“You couldn’t have prevented it,” Shoto said, his voice softer now, as if he could sense what I was thinking. “I’m okay. The others are too. Don’t worry.”
I exhaled slowly, still unable to shake the guilt completely. Shoto always knew what to say, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt.
“How’s your training going?” Shoto asked after a moment, surprising me with the shift in conversation.
I blinked, caught off guard. Shoto rarely asked about my training, at least not in recent years. I hesitated, unsure of how much to say. “Best Jeanist wanted to test the full extent of my quirk,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “Flames… and the dragon.”
“And?”
I let out a heavy sigh. “Fire was okay, but he thinks I controlled the Dragon, but… I don’t think I did. It felt like… I wasn’t in control. Not really.”
There was a brief pause on the other end. “What do you mean?”
Before I could answer, there was a sudden knock at my door, loud and urgent. I turned my head toward the sound, feeling an unsettling tension in the air.
“I have to go,” I said quickly, glancing at the door. “I’ll tell you more when I get home.”
“Alright,” Shoto replied, though his voice was still laced with concern. “Take care, Y/N.”
I hung up and stood, moving toward the door. My mind was still swimming with the weight of the conversation when I opened it.
Standing there, with a scowl on his face and fire in his eyes, was Katsuki Bakugo.
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Bakugo’s POV
I didn’t even wait for her to say anything before I shoved my way into her room, slamming the door behind me. My anger boiled over the second I saw her, but it wasn’t just anger. It was frustration—frustration at her, at myself, at the whole damn day.
“You listen here, you little goddamn extra!” I growled, pointing a finger at her. “You can’t blame me for not being focused, since you first came to UA, you haven’t been focused.”
Y/N’s eyes narrowed, and I could see the spark of anger flare up in her. Good. Let her be mad.
“I helped you with that!” I continued, stepping closer, my fists clenching at my sides. “I’m the one who keeps pulling your ass out of the fire, and you still can’t see it!”
“You have no idea who I am or how focused I am!” Y/N shot back, her voice rising as she stepped forward, not backing down.
We were inches apart now, both of us fuming, both of us refusing to give an inch.
“You’re always blaming me for your screw-ups,” I snarled. “But if you wanna blame someone, blame yourself. Because of you, I’m not focused anymore!”
Y/N blinked, the anger in her eyes flickering with confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I didn’t give a hundred percent today!” I shouted, feeling my face grow hotter as the words poured out. “At Jeanist’s training, I wasn’t focused! And it’s your fault because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your stupid goddamn pajamas and—”
I froze, my words catching in my throat. Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.
My face turned red as I tried to backtrack, but the damage was already done.
Y/N’s POV
I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Did he just… say what I thought he said?
Bakugo’s face was flushed, and for the first time, he looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself. He had blurted out the truth without thinking, and now he was caught.
I opened my mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come. My face was burning, and my heart was racing a mile a minute.
Without thinking, I turned on my heel and stormed back toward the door. My hands were trembling, and my mind was racing, but I needed an out. I needed to get away from this conversation—away from him.
I yanked the door open, fully prepared to leave, but Bakugo’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“Don’t walk away,” he growled, frustration thick in his voice. “Not again.”
I froze, his words hitting harder than I expected. Slowly, I turned to face him, my hand still gripping the doorknob.
“I’m not—” I began, but the words caught in my throat. The tension between us was suffocating, and the heat of my embarrassment mixed with the anger swirling in my chest.
Bakugo stepped closer, his voice lowering just a bit. “You think you’re the only one who’s pissed off? The only one dealing with this?”
My breath hitched as I met his gaze. His usual sharp, fiery eyes held something else—something I couldn’t quite place. He wasn’t just angry. There was something more beneath the surface.
“Bakugo, I—” I started, but I couldn’t finish. My heart was racing too fast, my thoughts too scattered.
“You drive me crazy,” he muttered, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “But you’ve also been the only thing I can’t stop thinking about. And it’s screwing with me.”
My eyes widened as his words sank in, the truth in them cutting through the chaos in my head. I felt my face grow even hotter, but before I could respond, Bakugo took a step back, his usual scowl returning in full force.
“Tch. Forget it,” he snapped, turning toward the door. “You’re too much of a pain in the ass anyway.”
Before I could say anything, Bakugo stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The echo of it vibrated through the air, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.
What the hell just happened?
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The door slammed shut behind Bakugo, but it didn’t stop the storm inside my head. His words echoed, louder than anything else in the room.
You’ve been the only thing I can’t stop thinking about. And it’s screwing with me.
My heart hammered in my chest, and I was rooted in place, staring at the door like it held the answers to the chaos Bakugo had left behind. He was always like this, breaking down walls I didn’t even know I had built, leaving me more confused than ever.
I groaned, running my hands through my hair, trying to clear my head. Why did I say that? Why did I tell him I’ve been thinking about him?
This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. I was supposed to be in control, of myself, of my quirk, of everything. But ever since Bakugo showed up in my life, control was the last thing I had. And now, after everything we just said to each other, I didn’t even know what to think anymore.
I sank down onto the edge of the bed, my mind spinning in a dozen different directions. Bakugo had always gotten under my skin, his bluntness, his temper—everything about him irritated me. But there was also something else there, something I didn’t want to admit. Maybe it was why his words hit so hard. Maybe it was why he could calm me down when no one else could.
I felt a flush crawl up my neck again as I replayed his words in my head. You’re too much of a pain in the ass anyway.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something. I wanted to march back out into the hall and demand he explain himself. But I didn’t. Instead, I buried my face in my hands and let out a frustrated sigh.
I stayed on the bed for what felt like hours, my mind drifting back and forth between everything that had happened today—Shoto’s voice on the phone, Bakugo’s infuriating words, the overwhelming chaos of my quirk.
Shoto had been fighting Stain, and I hadn’t been there to protect him. Again. It was like I was always just a step too far away, unable to help when it really mattered.
I sighed, leaning back against the pillows and staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep feeling like I was failing everyone around me—Shoto, Bakugo, even myself.
Rolling over, I grabbed my laptop and opened it, hoping that distracting myself would be enough to make me fall asleep. I clicked back to the episode of Gossip Girl I had been watching earlier, hoping it would calm my nerves. But even as the familiar drama unfolded on the screen, my mind refused to settle. My thoughts kept drifting back to Bakugo, to the way he looked at me, to the words he had blurted out before storming off.
You’ve been the only thing I can’t stop thinking about.
I groaned, shutting the laptop. After a few restless hours, I knew sleep wouldn’t come, no matter how much I wanted it to. I missed the feeling of last night—of falling asleep in Bakugo’s arms. No, I told myself. I can’t think about that.
But the more I tried to push it away, the more I wanted it back. The warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way I felt safe for the first time in what felt like forever.
I sat up, glancing at the clock. It was late, way too late to do what I was thinking about doing. But the thought was already planted in my mind, and before I knew it, I was grabbing my laptop and padding quietly toward Bakugo’s room.
I hesitated for a moment outside his door, my hand hovering just inches away from knocking. What am I doing? I asked myself, doubt creeping in. He’s probably asleep. I was about to turn around and head back to my own room when the door creaked open.
Bakugo stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at me, my pajamas rumpled, and my laptop tucked under my arm.
“What the hell do you want?” His voice was gruff, but there was no real bite behind it.
I opened my mouth, trying to find the right words, but nothing came out. Instead, I just stood there, staring up at him like an idiot.
He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he stepped back and opened the door wider, letting me in without a word.
I hesitated for only a second before walking inside. His room was dimly lit, and he moved back to his bed, sliding under the covers as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I watched as he adjusted the blanket, opening it slightly, silently inviting me to join him.
My heart pounded in my chest, but I followed his lead, crawling into the bed next to him. The moment I lay down, Bakugo grabbed the laptop from me, resting it on his stomach and turning me to face him, pulling me into his arms.
For a second, I stiffened, unsure of what to do, but the warmth of his body and the steady rise and fall of his breathing melted away my anxiety. I relaxed against him, my head resting on his chest as he clicked play on the episode of Gossip Girl we had started last night.
The sound of the show played in the background, but I barely registered it. My mind was too busy processing the fact that I was lying here, in Bakugo’s arms, for the second night in a row.
Before I knew it, sleep began to creep in, my eyelids growing heavy. I was drifting off, wrapped in the warmth and safety of his presence, when I heard him mutter softly, almost too quiet to catch.
“Damn, Frostburn, you drive me nuts.”
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On the Hunger Games wiki they’ve added another Victor for District 6 from the film extras. Besides the younger woman and the older man, there’s a man with a bowler hat who is apparently credited as a Victor.
Between him and the young woman, there’s also a red-headed man who I assume is probably another Victor, though he’s oddly not credited despite being in the lineup. This puts the movie-verse victors from District 6 up to 6, which I personally think is a little much.
Yeah I know there is these two people that people assume/speculate are other Victors in D6, think the other potential Victors you are describing like the bowler hat man and red headed is present in the D4 reapings not the D6 one. Because these two pictured bellow are the only ones I have seen people say are other potential D6 Victors
Also the Victor Podium (as much as I don’t consider them canon at all because they are very inconsistent with what we know in canon and such) do list only 4 Victors from D6 that includes the two Victors that was in the 75th games where they are called Megan Hayes and Justin Hix who are the names of the Actors who potrayed them in the movie + two additonal Victors called Ivo Lockheart and Tressa Speetral.
So think in movie cannon that D6 having in total 4 Victors seems to be most likely, which also the inspiration to why gave them 4 Victors in total (2 men and 2 women) in my fic’s canon
#but yeah agree any fics that give D6 more than 5 Victors breaks my immersion lmao#they have at least 2 at bare minimum or 4 at absoulute maximus in my head#5 if you can make it work i guess#tothg is excused because I love all of them dearly (except the first one guess I can erase him from my head lmao)#thg#district 6#thg victors#not art#thg headcanons
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why are there no erasermic fics where they're the main focus and not a background ship 😭😭😭
#mha#erasermic#my fingers hurt from scrolling ao3 bro#itll be like 1 fic about them every 60 fics with them in the background#present mic#eraser head#shouta aizawa#yamada hizashi
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I love how we all collectively aggreed that Aizawa's cats have the most random names ever. Like, Ashtray, Bastard, Wrath, or Sock. This is hilarious and genius.
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The School for Good and Evil - Soman Chainani, The School for Good and Evil (2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agatha & August Sader, Callis & August Sader, Agatha & Callis (The School for Good and Evil) Characters: August Sader, Agatha (The School for Good and Evil), Callis (The School for Good and Evil) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Canon, Wishes, Resurrection, Temporary Character Death, Found Family, Mentors, Fix-It of Sorts, lore heavy and professor gen even heavier Summary: Please tell me what to do. Please tell me what comes next. Ever After or not. Agatha wishes August Sader back to life. This is not how the story was supposed to go. This is the first semblance of choice that any of them will learn to have. It will not be the last.
(or: august sader lives, and a seer who cannot see is not bound by the rules.)
#sge#tsfgae#school for good and evil#the school for good and evil#august sader#agatha of woods beyond#callis of netherwood#sge fic#sge fanfic#*#sader lives au#this fic has been living in my head for the past three years. i hope you guys like it#august sader my favourite character it was a CRIME that they erased him from the movie!!!!!#MASSIVE amounts of lore being dropped (that i completely made up. whoops)
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Could u do prompts 22 and/or 24 with aizawa and present mic? If u do x reader could you do with the reader otherwise I would enjoy reading it with eachother! ❤️
Yes yes yes, so cute!! I ship EraserMic so hard so yes! Also, for future reference, I don't do x reader fics. Sorry bout that
BUT onto the fic~!
Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage
Prompt: "When I find you, you're dead!" / "Please be gentle~!"
Characters: Mic, Aizawa, very short amount of Shinso
Shipping: EraserMic
Lee: Mic
Ler: Aizawa
Word Count: 1,343
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“When I find you, you’re dead!”
The words rang throughout the house like an explosion. Mic giggled childishly, diving into the closet in his and his husband’s bedroom. It may have been an obvious hiding spot, but Mic would be lying if he said he didn’t want Aizawa to find him. The circumstances that led up to him hiding in a closet played back in his head, and he couldn’t help but giggle again at the memory.
“Come on, it’ll be fun~,” Mic grinned at Shinso, who was currently doing his best to ignore his honorary father by distracting himself with a video game.
“No offense, but that doesn’t sound fun, it just sounds like we’d annoy him,”
the purple haired boy paused his game and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly,
“I’d personally rather not get in the middle of it.”
“Aww, but it’s not permanent! It’ll wash off, c’mon!”
Shinso couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at his lips from Mic’s childlike excitement over something so silly, though he rolled his eyes and shook his head in response,
“It’s still a no. Sorry, Yamada-sensei.”
Mic smiled softly at him and playfully ruffled Shinso’s hair,
“Fine, I’ll do it myself. And you don’t need to be so formal with me, Hitoshi.”
Shinso blushed and nodded, smiling wider and starting his game back up as Mic exited his bedroom.
From there, the prank was set in motion. Mic had snuck back into his and Aizawa’s bedroom with a black marker, knelt down beside him while he was curled up under the covers, and hesitated. His husband looked so peaceful. Strands of his disheveled, black hair spilled over his content face in a way that perfectly framed his gorgeous features. His lips were slightly parted, rhythmic breaths escaped his nose with the occasional, gentle snore, and his eyelashes rested against his cheeks.
Mic smiled. How did he get so lucky? His eyes twinkled with pure joy and love for his partner. Joy was quickly replaced with mischief, and a smirk spread across his face as he popped the cap off of the marker.
“Hizashi!”
Aizawa’s sudden, angry voice snapped Mic out of his reminiscing, and he grinned nervously as he listened to his footsteps gradually get closer.
“I’m going to find you, hiding from me is irrational,”
Aizawa huffed, looking under the bed, then mentally smacking himself for thinking Mic could fit under it. He stood and glared around the room, his eyes eventually falling on the closet. He grumbled and made to open the door, but stopped. He steadied his breathing as he thought for a moment, then grinned slightly,
“I suppose he’s not here. Oh well.”
Finally, he started tapping his feet against the floor, gradually slowing his movements to mimic the sound of him leaving the room.
Mic smirked and rolled his eyes. Like he would fall for the oldest trick in the book. Aizawa was smart, there was no way he would leave without checking the most obvious hiding spot. About a minute passed and there was no sound coming from the other side of the closet door. Mic felt his confidence sinking. Maybe Aizawa did leave? It couldn’t hurt to check, right?
He swallowed nervously, his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle. Slowly, the door slid open, and he peeked into the room. A triumphant grin replaced his previously anxious expression. The room was empty.
Mic chuckled airily, stepping further into the room,
“I don’t know why I was so nervous. He had no idea I was– WAAHH-!!”
The boisterous pro hero shrieked as he was tackled to the bed. He craned his neck to see Aizawa sitting on his lower back, eyes glowing red, hair defying gravity, and his scarf held tightly in his hands. Most importantly, his face was decorated with random drawings and words in black marker. He smirked and let his hair fall majestically,
“I’m surprised you didn’t hear me hooking myself to the ceiling.”
Mic blushed slightly in embarrassment, and smiled shyly,
“You know my hearing isn’t what it used to be.”
Suddenly, he couldn’t stop the amused giggles that bubbled from his throat at Aizawa’s face. The quirk erasing pro smirked back at his husband and grabbed his wrists, tying them to his ankles with his scarf in a swift motion,
“I’ll give you something to laugh about.”
“W-Wait wha–”
Mic’s face erupted in even more red, and he experimentally tugged at his bindings, to no avail,
“Shota, what are you doing? Let me go!”
“I don’t think so. In fact,”
Aizawa leaned down and pressed his lips against Mic’s ear, making him shiver,
“I think you wanted me to catch you~.”
Mic swallowed nervously, panic and excitement filling his mind. He didn’t bother replying as Aizawa got to work, carefully taking off his husband’s socks. Aizawa grinned at the way Mic curled his toes when the cool air in the room hit his feet.
“Something wrong, Hizashi~? You seem nervous.”
Mic bit his lip at Aizawa’s teasing tone, wishing he could bite back with a snarky remark of his own, but he knew that would only get him into more trouble. Aizawa could be quite merciless when he wanted to be. So, he simply replied,
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Is it the fact that I’m going to tickle you, no matter what you do?”
The teasing tone in Aizawa’s voice only worsened how vulnerable Mic felt. He shook his head, trying to fight off the anticipatory tingles that danced across his bare soles. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips, a small, nervous smile creeping onto his face as he addressed his husband once more,
“Just… Please be gentle.”
Aizawa smirked, remaining silent as he started slowly dragging his nails up and down Mic’s soles. The touch was so sudden that he squealed in surprise, then soft giggles escaped his quivering lips.
“Here’s how things are going to go, Hizashi,”
the quirk erasing pro hero started, pulling Mic’s toes back and lightly scratching at a spot just below his big toe,
“You’re going to apologize for playing such a juvenile prank on me. But before that, you’re going to laugh to your heart’s content,”
Aizawa grinned at Mic’s whimpering at his teasing words and light strokes on his ticklish soles. He began running his index finger underneath every single toe while his other hand held them back, causing his ticklish victim to whine and squeak with each new touch,
“That’s why you pulled such a stunt, isn’t it? Because you wanted me to punish you?”
“S-Shuhuhut up, Shohohota!”
“Oh? Is that any way to speak to someone who has you in such a position?”
“Wait, noho I’m sorry! I’m sohohorry, Shota, please, nohohot THAHAHAHAT!! SHOTAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHONONONO PLEHEHEHEASE~!”
Mic thrashed frantically as his husband began mercilessly raking his nails up and down his helpless soles. Aizawa knew exactly what to do to drive him up the wall, and this was one of them. He also knew what Mic could and couldn’t take and, while he couldn’t take being tickle tortured like this, he knew he loved it regardless.
The two had their session well into the afternoon, much later than either of them had expected to go. Mic’s soles were on fire with ticklish electricity coursing through each and every nerve by the time Aizawa was finished with him. The stoic pro hero never skipped aftercare, and he made sure Mic didn’t protest as he rubbed a cool lotion on his sensitive soles. Mic had, indeed, ended up apologizing far before the tickle session was finished, but Aizawa only stopped once he yelled out their safe word. As the two cuddled in bed by nightfall, Mic looked up at his calm husband. They were both freshly cleaned from a warm shower, and Aizawa’s face was finally rid of the marker doodles. With a slight grin, Mic closed his eyes and cuddled into his husband’s warm chest, unable to stop thinking about what his next prank would be.
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wishing all all might bashing dadzawas very warm almost hot pillows for the rest of their lives
#lmfao but. but.#the way people fixated on shigaraki being aizawa’s fan#and thinking that ‘yeah aizawa is the right adult to take care of tomura’#when aizawa is. definitely NOT the right adult for this#just because aizawa is tomura's fave doesn't mean that he should be a parent to him or that he's the right parent for him you know#and when toshinori is right there and toshinori and tomura are basically family. connected by nana shimura and her legacy.#they are her little boys#sorry just thinking about my disappointment in a couple of certain fics#bnha#usual salt#aizawa shouta#eraser head#toshinori yagi#all might
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chapter 6 is finally here (i'm so sorry for taking a million years)
enter present mic!!! we've had some good dadzawa, but i know everyone's been looking forward to that good good papamic content too ;)
tags! @hyperobsessed @vee-sea @finnthemann @pancakemoment @epickiya722 @kamiiin @vesterport @nielution @justtorzaplease
#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#incipient#incipient fic#incipiupdates#incipient fic updates#bakugou angst fic#dadzawa#eraser head#present mic#erasermic#shouta aizawa#hizashi yamada#papamic
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I'm at the painful "confession" scene during the kage summit arc. It really is so emotional, but also... hm.
When I was younger, like 13 or so, I was a big Sakura and Naruto shipper. They were the first pairing I read fanfic for even. And in a way, I do still enjoy the two of them together... but it's moments like these that really drive home the fact that it Doesn't really work in canon. Not the way that it's set up.
As Sakura puts it, "Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke! That's all you think about!"
She's told that Naruto has feelings for her and decides to use it to convince him to stop going after Sasuke. She does love him, but not in the way she's trying to confess. The love they share is one of comradery, not necessarily romantic. The love of two people who have gone through such pain together, and who have leaned on each other throughout it all. And the fact that she's turning around and saying she loves him "simply like everyone else", now... it's trivializing. And the fact that she's trying to convince him of this, the fact that she thinks she Can convince him of this, is pretty hurtful. They've come a long way from when they were kids, Naruto the goofball vying for her attention while she yelled at him for being stupid. Sakura respects Naruto so much more than before, and Naruto respects her too. So the fact that she's still doing this... She's desperate, really. She thinks the promise he made to her to bring Sasuke home is what's driving him to let himself be hurt over and over and over again in the pursuit and protection of Sasuke.
But she's wrong.
That may be part of it, but it's only part. Naruto wants Sasuke back for himself, too. He let himself be beat up to avoid selling him out. He chases after him with single minded determination. Sasuke is his entire drive to get stronger, to catch up, to bring him home. Sasuke, Sasuke, Sasuke indeed.
As it is, Naruto knows she's lying to herself. And no matter what she says, he will keep going after Sasuke. Because that's just the person that Naruto is.
#speculation nation#fanny watches naruto#i think. naruto and sakura could potentially work out... but probably in a poly kind of situation.#because naruto will never forget about sasuke. and tbh neither will sakura. at least in canon.#of course i think sakura would do well to end up with someone more level headed. like ino.#someone without all the Complications that those two have...#but at the same time. i still do really love the idea of two people supporting one another through thick and thin.#i like naruto and sakura as a pairing of mutual respect. which is why it doesnt truly work as it is in canon.#especially when it comes to things like the 'joke' punches. but that's Everywhere in this anime.#female characters' anger being turned into jokes. theyre 'scary' but its not Actually scary.#naruto taking punch after punch from her for being foolish. yet it's all just a joke.#tbh id want to do away with that trope entirely. sakura has a temper but she's a good person. a kind soul.#i dont like that kishimoto has her being casually abusive with one of her best friends.#yet another part of the misogynistic writing that i hate.#sure enough. as it is in canon it just doesnt work. but ykno what. 13 year old me is still here. and wants to think of a way that it Could.#all things to think about. i wonder if there is any poly fic with the 3 of them. theres Gotta be.#though that brings the question of whether it'd even fit my ideal concept of the 3 of them.#it's certainly not the popular kind of thing lol. most people pick one of the three pairings between them.#but ya kno what. ive always been a multishipper. and poly ships really enable that truth of mine.#maybe i'll look for some poly fic sometime. just to see if theres anyone doing it like id wanna see.#if it's just two guys fighting over one girl or something tho im Outta there.#and ALSO theres something to be said for sasuke and sakura's relationship when they were kids.#there was trust there. confiding. he respected her. & in the end. he thanked her for her care.#cant be Just the two of them tho. for me. bc that erases naruto's significance to them both.#it is perhaps another thing i'll want to write someday. just maybe.
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HELP I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED MY SUKUNA FIC IM FCKING CRYINGVDHHSHSHAJAKAK SOME PEOPLE SAW IT TOO JEHWJSHHSHA gotta put it on private now 🥲
If you read, and seen my sukuna fic, no you didn't 🥰
edit: i posted it again and didn't add anything, im just gonna make part 2 🥲
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Okay so that TNE fic I promised IS still being written and as proof here's a few snippets from the 4.6K words I have written so far
For anyone interested, here's the original two sentences I wrote that inspired all of this:
There's a number on his watch that leads to nowhere. Suho's gotten in the habit of texting it throughout his day.
Today, it texted back.
For like, actual specifics, check tags
#okay im doing this in tags so i dont clutter my post with my rambling#So Kim Suho is dealing with Some Shit like his Guilt Complex his shitry memory and his crippling Oldest Child Syndrome#like girlie please share some of that burden before it kills you#and it sort of comes to head around a year after Baal's death#in this no one has remembered Hajin yet cause screw them Suho deserves to be the first to remember#anyways its taking inspiration from Yeonha remembering due to her texts to Hajin not being erased#except the only thing Suho has is this abandoned number he thinks isnt used anymore#as he starts getting worse and worse the people around him including hajin who hasnt responded to his texts start doing stuff about it#thats probably as deep as i can go without revealing TOO too much#its a decent chunk of it so far though#characters in the fic are so far:#Kim Suho#Kim Hajin#Yun Seung-Ah#Yi Yeonghan#Yoo Yeonha#Chae Nayun#Shin Jonghak#Kim Hosup#Rachel Louise#Evandel#and a few side characters#to be fair a good few of those last ones are also not plot relevant yet#i WILL be making them plot relevant though i have such a fierce desire for multi-character fics#not sure about the Chameleon Troupe yet but ill likely mention Boss sooner or later#k1ng updates#k1ng rambles#k1ng writes#the novel's extra#k1ng spoils
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the flash should have ended with barry quitting his job at ccpd to become a stay-at-home husband and that's on that
#the fun part is it genuinely could have ended like that. i have no idea. still haven't watched it#NOBODY TELL ME BTW#THAT IS NOT ME ASKING FOR SPOILERS. I'LL GET TO IT#but honestly it's the only thing that makes sense. i have genuine reasons for this#namely: how the fuck is iris. an incredible but ordinary non-speedster woman. meant to look after a baby speedster#ordinary babies are already making it their life's mission to die. eating shit they shouldn't. rolling over and suffocating.#idk i don't know about kids but i know babies are breakable and will roll off tables and god knows what else#now imagine you have a toddler and she can literally move at hundreds of miles per hour#how the fuck was iris meant to cope?#i still maintain that when they did the 'she put a power dampener in nora' plot it should have been like. not a control thing#but also yeah. literally a control thing because HOW THE FUCK ELSE WAS SHE MEANT TO LOOK AFTER HER BABY#if barry is gone and she's a single mother. assuming no other speedsters are around to help her. what the fuck else was she meant to do?#of course she had to suppress her powers because how can you stop your toddler running into traffic if she can run 1000 times faster than u#how do you keep her in her crib at night if she can phase through the bars?#in that sense. yeah it's fucked up. but you can understand it. you can empathize. what other options did she have?#so yeah stay-at-home dad barry is the only thing that makes sense for genuine safety reasons#he is quite literally the only one who can keep up with the kids#they dropped the ball on nora is all i'm saying. again. fic that lives in my head where original nora's death actually means something#and we get a new nora who is ACTUALLY a different person. as she would be considering her whole upbringing was different#and she has to somehow live up to the memory of a version of her that was erased from time#part of barry and iris can't accept that that specific version of their daughter is gone and it's not her#THE ANGST POTENTIALLLL#in my head she doesn't even go by nora because she's like. THAT'S NOT ME. SHE DIED. WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT WHO I AM AND LOVE ME FOR ME#she goes by dawn bc yeah im still kinda sad they didnt use that name#fictional characters give ur kid an original name instead of always naming them after dead ppl challenge#my fics#my meta
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