#i love bnha like this is the shit i've been waiting for

[mettywiththenotes]

IT’S THE WAY THE HERO SAVED THE VILLAIN BUT THEN THE VILLAIN SAVED THE HERO. THEY SAVED EACH OTHER

[oh-no-its-bird]

srry if this is invasive i ask all my fave ao3 authors this — how many fic drafts you clocking in at? me personally, i'm sitting at a comfy 61 last time i counted

I don't think it's invasive! Honestly I love any excuse to talk ab my writing so ur doing me a huge favor here (Also o shit ,, fave author ,, am I finally a part of the cool ao3 people club??, ,, , , , , my 12 year old self is so jealous rn)

I've only really turned back to fic writing this month (the last time I wrote fic consistsntly was like 4 years ago now, oops) so I'm yet to rack up a real collection of wips! However currently in the works I have uhhh

- baby Kakashi time travels to meet half Hatake Tobirama (almost done!! Maybe!! It keeps getting longer by accident.)

- like 3 paragraphs of a tobimada space mermaid fic

- chapter 3 of Chasing Shadows is like, 1/5th done and sitting in my notes app staring at me expectantly

- magical girl Izuna !!

- one step three steps is also staring at me ominously waiting to get updated

- also I started writing the next chapter of Into the Wardrobe (my old bnha fic) mostly as a joke bc its been 2 years since it's last update (and THAT update also came only after another 2 years so I kind of wanted to keep the trend going for the laughs)

So like, 6 works total I'm trying to work on but only like 5 actual drafts!

(61 is insane I hope to be like you one day but also that sounds like a very special kind of agony)

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

Anyway I saw a video of the ending of Bnha

All I can say is this is fitting metaphorically somehow and what the fuck?

I know that Deku isn't honestly that bad but I can't deny he's a terrible Protagonist though it's not entirely his fault, the stories have been a hellish dumpster fire up to the beginning, I mean I avoided cuz it ended up way too bad for me, like I got traumatized and couldn't look at it FOR YEARS in order to save myself the brain messes

But the ending sorta RUINED EVERYTHING FOR THE LAST DECADE SINCE IT STARTED, so much it felt like the entire story since the beginning is for nothing and I read some Disturbing fiction WITH BETTER WRITING THAN THIS

Fairy Tail was long, I think it's still going (The original creator's assistant took over the continuation since the Creator is done). But I always feel like it's never boring or going out of great tales to feed us, it's really interesting for me despite all these years. The point is that the stories never lose their charms and stay loyal with their core values since the beginning

I think that Bnha creator just got fed up with his work and fandom so he chose that ending, yikes, so much for a modern classic to die that way

Honestly I wanna share this with someone if you don't mind since I'm not sure who else to go to

Before I answer this, this is just my random thoughts and ramblings on this. Also I talked this out really fast.So excuse me, if it's misspelled or things are left out

Yeah, the ending was really disappointing. I just don't understand why we were Made to feel empathy for the league why we were shown, but they were a victim of the system why we were shown how Shigaraki wanted to be a hero, how Toga wanted acceptance, how Dabi was abused by his Hero father.

I mean, for over 120+ chapters, we were shown how Deku was determined to save Shigaraki just for in the end to have it not happen. Deku was the main character. His goal was to save his villain, which did not happen, and when something like that happens in a story, it makes it feel hollow. It became a very stereotypical story, villains bad, they die. Heroes are good. No matter what they do, they'll be fine. And yes, I know a lot of the heroes were wounded, but they got to live, even Bakugou who had his heart explode was brought back from death (thank god because he is a huge favorite of mine so no hate to him). And yeah, his arm was injured. But of course, at the end of the story, his arm is fine again. Which again? I'm thankful because he is my favorite now.

But it just shows that heroes will survive. It makes it feel like the villains don't matter, like what was the whole point of the story? Everybody thought it was. The next generation will grow and make things better, and they'll save their villains, but none of that happened. And no, I'm not saying I hate this story.

This story has given me a lot, and it was a big part of my life. I've had 3 different favorite characters in this story. Characters I loved dearly, and without this story, I never would have been introduced to those characters, and I'm thankful for those characters. Those characters are Dabi, then Shigaraki ( this man was so important to me. Never in my life have I simped so much for any character ever. Are for this long, over four years of hardcore simping for him, he owns a huge chunk of my heart and always will) And towards the end, the intensity of my love for him lightened, and I think that's because I knew what was coming honestly, And when you simp for a character that hard for that long and shit keeps happening to them again and again and again, it wears on you. Then Bakugou was another favorite.

So the series has given me a lot to love, and it's over now, and honestly, I'm glad, Literally the last year or two of the series, I was just waiting for it to end, literally counting the months. I feel like the story just got disjointed and fell empty.I think the highlight of the whole series was the Villain/ Paranormal Liberation Arc and the first War After that, it just it lost so much.And I think a lot of it was people are tired of seeing their favorite characters hurt. Shigaraki, Dabi, Mirko, Aizawa, Bakugou, Deku These were big fan favorites that kept getting hurt or ripped apart over and over and yes, it is good for shows to leave that cliffhanger and have you think your character, your favorite got hurt, will they make it, But when it's done several times it's just not worth the stress.

And yeah, I feel the pain on the ending of the story, kind of ruining the whole thing for someone I understand. 'cause when the ending hurts you that much, you can't even look at the series anymore. You just wanna wipe it from your memory kinda, and that's sad but understandable

[tazzykiki]

What fandoms are you in right now I need to get caught up on tazzykiki lore,

i love tv and movie and viddy gaem so muchh

-My Hero Academia(am anime only, specifically dub because apparently i love roleplaying as internet explorer and experiencing century long delays )

-Godzilla(mostly monsterverse, shin, and minus one.)

-everything Sailor Moon!(i'm currently rewatching the 90's series and then Crystal and hopefully followed by me continuing the live action series)

-Genshin Impact(even tho i havent played in like over two weeks-)

-Honkai Star Rail...kinda? I've not caught up and am going slow with it so lol

-TMNT(mostly 2012 and Rise but am familiar with most other versions)

-Transformers(Mostly Prime and Earthspark. But also really into Beast Wars and Cyberverse)

-Madoka Magica & Magia Record(tho magia record is more passive because the NA servers were shut down a few years ago and the anime was shit)

-Evangelion, both og and rebuild.

-Ninjago! Currently waiting for new season of dragons rising

-How to Train Your Dragon, always and forever. it will never leave me NEVER. If you mention the nine realms to me you legally owe me emotional compensation of one billion dollars

-Rise of the Guardians which ive been meaning to rewatch for the past like 5 years

-Demon Slayer(also anime only...and dub only[at least bnha is simulcasted haha i have to watch demon slayer a year after everyone else])

-Birdy the Mighty: Decode...if it was more than like two people and a piece of lint. it's me and my tiny playlist of collected amvs against the world!

There's a whole bunch of other stuff im into that pops up every so often and others i would gush about but may not be active in the fandom itself, or just havent interacted with in so long i barely remember it.

[clit-eastwood-spicy]

🌗💕📚💎📒🎤🎁 heh heh

AAAA SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WAKE UP ENOUGH TO HOP ONTO MY PC TO MAKE THE REPLY PROCESS EASIER SKDJUFSDF

Honestly I love a good mix of both fluff and angst. Depending on my mood it can be just one or the other but writing both together is just so <3

2. I am nothing if not a self-ship monster. It's legit all I write. Generally I use like... ocs for it but I kinda use bits of myself for all my ocs anyway lmao. Someday I might try branching out and do reader x canon type stuff but for now it's just my ultra self-indulgent shit lmao

3. I think the fandoms I've wrote for the most so far is the MHA / BNHA fandom and Pokemon? I had an ultra-long Pokemon/Naruto crossover fic I wrote when I was like 14 that was like 50-ish chapters long and yet somehow still unfinished lmao. I still have that shit but I reuploaded it to Google Docs to make sure I never lost it, even if some of it makes me cringe now lmao

4. Forbidden love is a vibe I really dig ngl. Esp like.. older x younger type vibes where the younger person just like... absolutely lights up the older persons gloomy heart and makes them feel young again in a good way. I've also been really into soulmates type stuff lately. Also stuff with like A/B/O vibes but like I kinda cherry pick that stuff and rework it a bit for my own personal writing vibes.

5. I have a legit wasteland of barely started / half finished fics. I have only finished one and I have no idea how I managed to get the self-control to only make it 4 pages long ngl lmao. I really wanna go back and rewrite a few older fics but that's a lot of time and energy for someone like me (ADHD/Autism brain that hates doing something that feels unfulfilling in the moment lmao). Someday I hope to finish something longer though.

6. Honestly it's more an entire section lmao. The entire plot point was that my oc Riley was trying to ask probing questions in regard to my friends oc I wrote into the story, named Iseiah, who was in love with this character named Zisu and because of how Riley asked Zisu mistook it for Riley asking her out and any time Riley would attempt to interject Zisu would cut her off so the next day at lunch they're all sitting at the table and Zisu slips that Riley 'asked her out' and Iseiah loses his shit because he had just told Riley how he had feelins for Zisu. In his anger he didn't give Riley much of a chance to explain but accidentally let it slip that he was in love with Zisu. In that particular scene he says a lot of shit but my absolute fave line was “OH I SEE HOW IT IS, I TELL YOU I’M IN LOVE WITH HER AND YOU FUCKING STEAL HER, RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE! YOU RUG PULLING BITCH! I’VE BEEN WAITING YEARS TO ASK THIS GIRL OUT, BUT LO AND BEHOLD, LIL MISS AMNESIA FALLEN FROM THE SKY DECIDES SHES GONNA STEAL MY FUCKING GIRL!" and honestly I frequently quote "You rug-pulling bitch!" lmaoo. Best part was that Zisu is built like a bodyguard and legit took him down and pinned him to keep him from causing a scene lol. Just genuinely one of my absolute fave scenes because of the rollercoaster of shit in it.

7. I don't even think I have the file anymore but the line was "If nothing is real and nothing matters... then why not enjoy it? Allow yourself to live the way you want to for once. With no regrets. Not everyone has that chance. Take it and make this life, however fake it may be, a life worth living." - The fic was from a fucking Justice League / Batman fic of all things lmao

[kosi-annec]

[BNHA] Season 3 episode 22

PFT- wait bellow deku's name someone's first name is literally "name" LMAO

Actually... How tf did they judged hagakure?? She's invisible so how did they even see her???

Time for the big boys to get humbled, and i mean that specifically to bakugo lol

Aww they realized their mistakes and apologized, this is the start of a lovely friendship

Thank you iida for shutting the grape up

... is that the attack on titan guard symbol thing on those background char's uniforms??? Like the green wings on the front pocket

Damn, the tired old man can make one hell of a speech

Mineta shut the fuck up, iida thank you again for doing god's work

LMAO HIS FUCKIN PROFILE ID

God wind man is fucking hilarious lol

AAAAAA TOGA QUIRK REVEAL LETSGO

Ooh I don't actually remember wut all for one and all might discussed here so this'll be interesting

Damn no wonder no ones escaped from that prison yet

.. the world really relied on all might for too long, that was a pretty big mistake, and now that the shining bright light is gone the darkness can rise and overpower that light

Appreciate the lil speech all might, but the guy's also like hundreds of years old, he's had more experience and time to plan shit out more than you have. He may underestimate the will of people, but he's not entirely wrong either

OHHH SHIT HERE WE GO, THE FIGHT I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO

LMAO fuckin iida's nose bubble thing

Hhhhh bakugo why'd you have to let your pride get in the way of your friendship HHHH

Ah yes, the consequences of ur actions come to bite u in the ass deku

AAAAAA HERE WE GO

[honeyspiders10]

could you do a tamaki amajiki x male reader fic? :DD i love him sm

Of course! I haven't written for tamaki yet, so I'm super excited!! I didn't get a prompt or any specifics, so I'm just going to do basic headcanons!

P.S. I'm so sorry this took so long to get out!! I've been busy with schoolwork and working on other things and stuff, and with Thanksgiving coming up, I've been trying to make myself look presentable to people by using skin care! And I just started streaming on Twitch! So I've been dealing with technical shit and stuff. (Alot harder than it seems, btw) anyway enough about my problems and excuses that's get started!!!

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Request: Yes!

Genre: Fluff!

Fandom: BNHA or MHA

Pronouns used: none used, but used the word 'boy' when referring to reader. Male reader is strongly implied.

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x Male reader!

Style: Headcanons

Proofread: yes

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Tamaki is a very shy person. We know this. We've seen how he acts in public. He hides behind Mirio and asks Mirio to do all the talking and stuff. He's the same way with you.

He obviously is a cuddlebug. He's just too shy to admit it. He will start getting more comfortable the further into the relationship you get.

He gets nervous when out in public with you. Not that he's ashamed of liking boys. He's just afraid about the stares when you guys hold hands or when you give him a peck on the cheek all the :O faces he gets. He will put his head on your shoulder and just lay there until you reach where you're going. But he loves you and doesn't want to be with anyone else, but he could definitely go without all the stares.

If you find out what's making Tamaki so nervous, you will throw hands. Like things along the lines of: "What are you staring at? Have you never seen 2 boys love each other? We're not circus animals. Look the other way, Karen." He'll be thankful but with also be petrified.

Not that this has any backup, but I feel like he's extremely artistic. He loves to paint, specifically, oil painting. It is one of the hardest media's to use, and he is AMAZING at it. He loves getting praise for the paintings he...paints. and of course, when he shows you, you give so much love and praise, and for what he's created, he gets a little overwhelmed, and then you have to calm him down while mildly panicking.

Tamaki has some sensory issues. He doesn't like loud noises, which is the one that you can see in the show. Doesn't like fireworks or loud music or anything. So, there are no parties for Amajiki.

This boy loves taking baths, and I mean LOVES. Bath bombs are probably his favorite thing ever. His favorites are soft purple ones and the ones that smell like caramel and vanilla.

With the HC above this one, his favorite place to go is bath and body works or the candle section in Walmart. He definitely had like 50 candles. His dorm must smell amazing.

Tamaki has a fear of insects, but he loves butterflies and bees. My guy hates centipedes (same bro) and crickets. Or practically anything that jumps. Will runaway screaming if he sees a praying mantis. NEVER let this man around a spider he won't even be able to run away he'll pass the fuck out.

His favorite time of day is dusk and nighttime. He loves watching the sunset and mapping constellations he's great at astronomy. Bonus points if you're there. ^^

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Alright, sorry it's kinda short!! I hope you like it though! I love Tamaki and can't wait to write for him again! Toodles!!

[inkykeiji]

i've been going through your bnha works and have had this in my head for literal days now and wanted to share. while touya-nii is out of town, you get deliriously feverishly sick. he'll be back asap but asks keigo to check on you, who of course obliges. and sweet keigo, he just wants to help you feel better, baby, and you're really not well, so he'll just use his tongue, or so he tells himself at first, maaaybe just the tip anywayy i adore your writing and hope you are well! ty for all you do!

oh my GOSH i love this ask so much aaaaah THANK U for sharing!!! n thank u bb i hope u are well, too <33

❅ CW: implied pseudo-incest, implied yakuza!touya, dubcon/noncon, cheating

❅ words: 2.2k

He’s away on business when it happens.

“Touya-nii,” you whine weakly, voice staticky through the speaker, and his heart drops. “Touya-nii I—My h-head, it hurts,”

You rarely get sick; Touya makes sure of that, keeps you in good health just like all niichans are supposed to do, forces you to eat all your fruits and veggies and ensures that you get an adequate amount of physical activity. So you shouldn’t be sick. You shouldn’t.

But you are. And he’s miles away, stuck in some dingy motel room with cigarette burns on the matted carpet, aggressively tugging his fingers through his hair as he wracks his mind for some sort of solution.

For a brief, fleeting second, he considers leaving, envisions himself throwing all of his shit haphazardly into his leather suitcase and peeling out of the cracked parking lot, tires squealing and car thrumming as he races towards you.

But he knows he can’t, knows that’s an automatic death sentence for him, knows he’s stuck here for at least another day, which is much too long for his precious baby sister to be sick on her own.

His fingers tremble a little as he scrolls through his contacts, thumb slamming down on Keigo’s name. He picks up on the second ring, Touya’s molars grinding together at his trademark easygoing drawl.

“Listen, I have a favour to ask of you…”

  —

“You really are sick as a dog,” Keigo’s saying with a frown, perched on the edge of your bed and looking down at the thermometer beeping in his hand, a glowing 103.5 staring back at him.

“H-Hurts, Kei,” you whimper, trying to shuffle closer to him, body wrapped in a cocoon of sheets. Sympathetic golden eyes gaze down at you, a palm coming to pet your sweaty head, lips turned down as he sighs through his nose.

“I know, songbird,” he murmurs softly, knuckles caressing your cheek. “First, though, we gotta unravel you from these blankets! They’re doing nothing good for your fever, sweetheart,”

And, really, it’d be hard to miss the sharp intake of breath he sucks in through his teeth the moment he finally frees your clammy body, clad in a skimpy little tank top and a pair of sleep shorts, drenched in sweat and sticking to your skin.

“Christ,” he breathes, honey eyes scanning you slowly, choking back a soft sound when his gaze lands on your chest, nipples perking up through the thin material and your body breaking out into goosebumps the moment the cool air of your bedroom hits your damp, heated skin.

“Well that just isn’t fair,” he mutters with a crooked smirk, eyes darting to yours quickly before drifting back to your body again. You hum in question—or maybe that’s a whine of pain, he isn’t sure, he doesn’t care—and he chuckles. “You’re not allowed to look this fucking hot being as sick as you are,”

He’s nearly positive Touya wouldn’t have called him had he known the way you were dressed, snickering to himself at the thought. No, Touya would’ve bit the bullet and called your parents instead, who are much more equipped to handle such a sickness than Keigo is either way. Oh well, he shrugs to himself with a little nonchalant hum—he can’t be held accountable for his actions now, not when you’re dressed like that, chest rising and falling rapidly with your shallow little breaths, whimpering and tossing a little in the sheets.

“Oh baby,” he coos, pushing sweaty hair away from your forehead. “Oh, you poor thing,”

“M-Make it go away Kei, make it go a-away,” there are tears collecting in your eyes now as your little hands paw at his hoodie, and Keigo’s frown deepens—you must really be in a lot of pain. Almost enough to stop the words that leave his mouth next.

“You want me to make you feel better, baby?”

Almost.

A sharp whine gets caught in your throat as you nod, movements slow and lethargic. Please, your begging him in a whimper, fingers curling in the cotton as you weakly try to pull him closer. Please make me feel better!

“Yeah?” he murmurs, the word just a huff of breath as his hands travel up the sides of your torso, nimble fingers idly playing with the spaghetti straps of your tank top. One more nod, and his fingers are hooking in the waistband of your tiny shorts, your forehead crinkling in confusion as you press your thighs together.

You mumble something that sounds vaguely like his name—aw, that fever must really be getting to you, now—and he coos mockingly, gold eyes flicking up to meet yours, fingers still tucked in your waistband, wiggling a little.

“You wanted me to make you feel better, right?”

Blinking twice at him, your head tilts to the side a little, eyes narrowing as you try to recall the words that were spoken merely a few minutes ago. You don’t know, you can’t remember, you think so, but…

It’ll make you feel better, he says. He’ll be gentle, he promises, soft hands tugging baby pink shorts down your legs, knuckles caressing your skin as they go. He’s never lied to you before, has he?

No, you suppose he hasn’t, shaking your pounding head a little as he pushes your knees open, revealing your bare cunt to him.

A hushed curse falls from his lips as he gazes at you. If you were in the right state of mind, you’d feel dirty, overexposed and self-conscious—but all you can do is whimper, staring at him through glassy, lidded eyes.

Just a taste, he promises to himself as his hands skim down your inner thighs, pushing them open more before his upper body languidly settles between them, whining quietly as he drags the tip of his nose across your hips, all the way from one side to the other, placing tender kisses against where each bone would be.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathes, breath hot against your cunt as he adjusts himself to be eyelevel with it.

You don’t respond, can’t respond, because his tongue is flattening itself against you the moment he’s finished speaking, slowly dragging up your slit in long, rough laps and keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.

He’s determined to get you off with his tongue alone, already reveling in the tiny sounds he’s pulling from you, soft puffs of his name interspersed with broken little moans. It swirls around your little hole, prodding it with the tip before working the muscle into you. He thrusts it a few times—only enough to be teasing, really, to stretch you out just a little, before he goes back to your clit, empty hole fluttering in disappointment.

Using the tip of his tongue, he flicks your already swollen clit, slowly, and then fast, too fast, your back uncontrollably arching off the mattress as you push your hips towards his face. He chuckles against you, vibrations shooting up your spine, as strong arms wrap around your thighs, hands curling around your hips as he steadies them.

It’s over pathetically quickly, you creaming all over his tongue as he moans at the taste, one hand weakly tangled in his hair and holding his head in place as you buck against his face. He allows you to grind against him, grip on your hips loosening up a little, waits for your body to go boneless again before pulling back and sitting on his heels, dragging his forearm across his gleaming chin. You’re at him like he’s some sort of god, face full of bliss and absolutely fucked out, and he can’t stop the words that tumble from his lips next.

“You want more?” he breathes, golden eyes shining in the dim light, tongue tracing his lips as he licks away the remnants of your orgasm. “Huh?” he looks down at his cock, straining against his grey sweatpants, then meets your eyes again. “Just the tip, babygirl?”

A low whine slips from between your lips, head nodding lethargically before glowing, vibrant sapphire flashes through your mind, deep voice rumbling somewhere in the recesses of your skull, words jumbled and unintelligible.

“But…” you trail off, blinking your bleary eyes, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as you try to string the words together. “Touya-nii?”

“What Touya-nii doesn’t know won’t hurt him, now will it, songbird?”

His voice is so soft, so sweet as gentle fingers trace along your hairline, pushing little strands back from your forehead, and you shake your head a little. You guess it won’t. You want to tell Keigo that Touya always knows, though, that Touya somehow always finds out, but then he’s pushing the head of his cock into your little hole, groaning a little as you stretch around him, and your mind goes completely blank, filled with nothing but thoughts of how thick he is, how it feels like he’s splitting you open as he sinks into you, inch by inch, honey eyes mesmerized by the way your cunt greedily sucks him in, gaze glued between your bodies.

What happened to ‘just the tip’? The question buzzes around in your head, doing nothing to help the ache that’s settled deep within your skull, those six words smashed to pieces the moment Keigo draws his hips back only to slam into you again.

A loud cry rips from your throat—it stings, but Keigo doesn’t seem to care, abandoning all caution as his hips set a rough, brutal pace.

And you’re too weak to do anything but take it, letting Keigo manhandle your limp body into whatever twisted position he wants to, pushing your knees up to your chest and then pressing them together, forcing your lower body to twist onto your side as your back stays flat against the mattress.

It feels good though, that burning pain mixing with intense pleasure as Keigo angles his hips just right. A heavy sigh slips from between your lips as your eyes fall shut, pliant body practically melting into the damp sheets.

You think you’re saying his name, though you can’t be sure—you’re definitely saying something, lips moving and voice vibrating in your chest, though your words sound muffled, like someone’s stuffed your ears full of cotton, and you can’t decipher them.

Keigo’s speaking too, body draped over yours as his hips snap viciously, lips against your earlobe.

“What would your precious niichan say if he could see how much of a slut you’re being, hmm?” Keigo hums in your ear, voice sweet as honey, smooth and syrupy. “While sick, no less,” he tuts his tongue, as if he wasn’t the one who instigated this whole thing.

Whimpers spill from your lips as you try to shake your head, wincing at your stiff neck and the spears of pain shooting through your brain at the simple motion. No, you want to protest, bottom lip automatically jutting out into a pout. You’re a good girl for your niichan, really, you are!

“Bet he’d be disappointed to—f-fuck—to find out how much of a little whore his baby sister really is,” he growls, spitting out the words harshly between deep grunts. You try to shake your head again, whining as the familiar sting of tears prick your eyes.

And it’s so much, it’s too much, the way he’s pounding into you, cockhead nudging against your cervix each and every time and sending shooting pain radiating throughout your lower abdomen, then dragging against that one spot that makes your entire body feel like it’s on fire, over and over and over again as his mean words cut into your flesh, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes while your hazy mind tries to knit some sort of rebuttal together, and everything feels like it’s about to—

Your thoughts cut off with a sharp gasp that fades into a low moan, eyes rolling back in your head as your pussy pulses around him.

He’s praising you now, but you can’t hear him—can barely see him, having immense trouble keeping your heavy eyelids open, your vision fading in and out of focus, darkening around the edges. It only takes three more quick pumps of his hips before he’s stilling, cock throbbing as it spurts load after load of hot cum inside of you.

Keigo collapses on top of you for a moment, heaving chest pressed against yours, but your pitiful wheezing is enough to remind him how sick you actually are, and he gathers enough strength to push himself up, sitting back on his heels again. Lidded honey eyes snap open the minute his gaze connects with yours, a gasp falling from his lips.

Oh no. You’re really not looking good now, babbling deliriously, all of the colour faded from your skin, from your entire body, lips dry and cracked, sweat beading along your hairline. Keigo presses the back of his hand to your clammy forehead, hissing when he feels how hot you are and shoving the thermometer in your mouth.

“Keep it in there,” he instructs sternly when you make a face, getting ready to spit it out, golden eyes watching you sternly as his fingers tangle together, anxiously awaiting that obnoxious beep. He snatches the tool from your mouth the moment it goes off, trembling hands bringing it close to his face, eyes squinting a little as he reads it.

104.2°

“Shit,”

[kiribaku-fics-whatever]

Hanahaki

Roses are red and they taste like shit by Unbreakable_Red_Riot

Katsuki was really fucking sick of the smell of flowers.

red oleander by hupsoonheng

For his crimes of being selfish, mean, and with no love in his heart, Bakugou Katsuki is cursed by a mysterious old woman's hanahaki-like quirk. And because he is selfish, mean, and with more love in his heart than he knows what to do with, he lets it almost kill him.

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my first bnha fic and the first writing i've done all year! (thanks, 2020.) it's also my first hanahaki fic, and i wanted to take more of a hans christian anderson take on the trope.

Thorns and Roses by Present-Mics-scream (write_your_way_out)

Hanahaki disease: Born from one-sided love, the victim coughs out petals and flowers. It ends when the love is returned, or when the victim suffocates on the petals and dies. It can be cured through surgical removal, but when the infection is removed, the victim's romantic feelings also disappear.

To Bakugou, Hanahaki disease is just for stupid schoolgirls. Anyone who suffers from it should just get over their feelings. It's petals, not knives or bullets. How bad can it really be?

not yours by justafujoshi

Bakugou likes Kirishima, but Kirishima has a girlfriend.

Hanafunki by PurplePersnickety

Bakugou gets hit by a quirk that gives him hanahaki... Sort of.

Now he's got to deal with nosy friends, unhelpful feelings, and a distinct lack of sleep.

One thing's for sure - you'd never find these flowers growing in the wild.

By Dawn, Promise me by chezka

Kirishima looked soft, right then, and warm and beautiful and inviting, open in his clear acceptance of anything Katsuki might have been there to lay on him, and Katsuki was in love with him.

He loved him.

And it was killing him.

The universe could be especially cruel, Katsuki had come to realize.

or, with flowers blooming in his chest and threatening his future, Katsuki decides a last conversation is long overdue

Primula Vulgaris by 1thousandminus7

Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Sometimes those bad things are caused by people who care about them. Sometimes those people suffer without ever knowing why. Sometimes the one in question tries to hide it, as though that could make it better.

After all, no one expects to fall in love at fifteen.

How does your garden grow by seasaltedwolverine

Hanahaki - that disease where the river in Egypt grows flowers in your lungs and being a wilting violet gets you dead - the one that all of class A now has

It turns out hacking up entire sunflowers because you're in love with you're friend and you're too afraid to tell him can be unpleasant. Painful even.

love me as you did before by kyasuu

“Love was worth it for her,” his mom says. “Said she never wanted to forget her feelings for Uncle.” Katsuki thinks that’s stupid. Evidently, his mom agrees because she doesn’t reprimand him with a sharp word or backhand. “If you begin sprouting those flowers, you get them removed, got it?”

“Okay,” Katsuki says easily. It isn’t a hard decision to make, and he wonders what Aunt Michiko had been thinking while she choked on those pretty flowers. Wonders if she regretted it. But his mom tells him that Aunt Michiko died with a smile on her face.

Katsuki doesn’t get it.

[Alternatively: Bakugou gets the Hanahaki disease.]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by bazzledazzlewriting

When Kirishima realises his crush on his best friend, he doesn’t wait another moment to declare his feelings. But when Bakugou rejects him, Kirishima does everything he can to get over the loud blond.

Fast forward to third year, and Kirishima’s feelings are stronger than ever. Strong enough where he begins to develop Hanahaki, a rare disease rooted in unrequited love. As Kirishima’s days tick by, Bakugou comes up with his own plan to save Kirishima, one that unknowingly makes everything worse.

In other words: Bakugou’s foolproof plan to get Kirishima Eijirou to fall in love with him (spoiler alert: it’s a little too effective)

[todomitoukei]

I feel like bnha/the fandom was at its peak around 2018. There was a lot more passion and creative and funny shit posts looking back. I didn't get into it until somewhat recently so I don't know for sure, but it sucks getting the dredges of the fandom now after becoming obsessed. Because the manga has made me more anxious than excited, I find myself stepping back, too. It really does help but I'm glad people like you still pop in every now and then making it less lonely on the more laid back side. I'm sorry you haven't been enjoying the story as much, I feel similar and I just hope the end is still enjoyable in some ways after loving this series for so long. Will you at least be watching and commenting on s6 of the anime?

Thank you, sorry to hear that you're also struggling with it, but glad to hear that my occasional posts help a bit!

I can't say how it was in 2018, but when I got into bnha in 2019 it was really fun! I've noticed it getting worse during the war arc after Twice's death. There was already a big divide in the fandom before then, but that's where it became more noticeable to me.

I always think that if I hadn't exposed myself to the fandom online and stayed ignorant to what other people thought, I'd hate it a lot less, but here we are.

Even now, I think I've only watched one episode of season 5 because I was so annoyed with the way they handled the villain arc. But I will definitely watch season 6 - at least the Dabi and Shouto scenes, I don't need to watch the other parts lol. The preview looked incredible but I'm still a bit worried about the actual episodes.

However, I just CANNOT wait to hear Shimono's performance as Dabi during the reveal, I just know he is going to do an amazing job so regardless of the animation quality, his voice will be worth it.

[libra-kirishima]

Kinktober Day 11- Threesome (Spike Spiegel/Reader/Faye Valentine)

Catching up, baby! Here's my third piece of non-bnha content on this blog ever. Written last year but oddly relevant now that they announced a LA series?? (Also you can take somewhat canon Jewish Spike out of my cold dead hands.)

Warnings: NS/FW Content. Fem reader. Faye and Spike's bickering. Reader is Ed's sister but it's mentioned like once in passing. Nobody asked for this it's pure self indulgence.

The atmosphere on the Bebop felt like a Mexican standoff. Two pairs of eyes burned into you as you glanced down at the cards in your hands with disinterest. You had a royal flush, something you would be overjoyed about had the game not been abandoned long ago for something more interesting.

"What can I say? The ladies love me." Spike laughed. The three of you were sharing stories from before your paths crossed. Spike's (likely exaggerated) story of when a woman wanted and run away with him as he was hunting a bounty on Venus.

"Please," Faye rolled her eyes. "You hate women."

"I don't hate women, I just hate women with attitudes." He argued. You and Faye both quirked an eyebrow and stared at him. "What?"

"I've probably pleasured more women than you have." She laughed.

"What are you saying?" He questioned, although it sounded more like a challenge.

"I'm saying you're either too inexperienced or too selfish to be good in bed." She answered after a drag of her cigarette.

"How would you know what a woman likes?"

You couldn't help but laugh, and neither could Faye it seemed.

"I'll let you take a guess." She gestured herself up and down, allowing both of you to take in the sight of her curves through her pajamas. "Use your critical thinking skills." Spike fought off the urge to roll his eyes and instead turned to you.

"(Y/N), who do you think is better at sex?" He asked sincerely, clearly trying to prove a point.

"Oh, I'd love to find out." You answered. You weren't sure if his question was a joke or not, but after you gave your answer, it was clear this was no longer a joking manner.

And so began their standoff. You weren't sure how long you had been stuck like this, but with the way they both looked at you, then each other left you desperate for contact. For satisfaction. For something. (And ideally before Jet returned with your sister.) Your free hand reached over for the bottle of whiskey Spike had left on the table.

Liquid courage you thought to yourself before opening it and taking a swig.

"Listen," You sighed. "I'm bisexual and horny." Both of them raised their eyebrows in interest. "So can someone please make the first move before I-"

It was Spike who cut you off. With one swift move of his lanky arm he swiped all the contents off the coffee table, then reached over to lock his lips onto yours. Wasting no time, he gently tugged at your hair, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you gasped. He tasted like stale cigarette smoke, but you couldn't bring yourself to care with the way you melted into his touch.

"Hey!" Faye cried from her spot on the couch opposite him. Shortly after, you felt her crawl behind you and attach her lips to your neck. Her nimble hands reached around your form to dive between your thighs. At the same time, Spike's hands moved from your hair to your breasts, kneading at the clothed mounds. Faye's lips left your neck to focus on pulling your skirt up, and Spike's lips immediately took their place. He seemed determined to mark every inch of your skin as his. his. His.

Nobody else's.

He pulled your shirt off in one fluid motion and left more bruises on the newly exposed skin. Faye's hand slipped beneath your underwear and rubbed slow teasing circles into your clit. You let out a soft moan, letting your head roll back to rest on her shoulder. Spike took advantage of the easier access and attached to your neck once again, sucking a dark circular bruise at the hollow of your throat.

Faye's attention moved to Spike for a moment, watching him try to devour you like an animal.

"Trying to prove something?" She asked teasingly. "Our poor girl has so many hickies she looks like a leper." Your cheeks burned at her words. Less out of shame and more at the sound of being called 'our girl.' Your hands almost instinctively reached out to Spike again and pull his mouth back to your skin. He met Faye's gaze with a shit eating grin.

"I don't have to prove anything." He answered. "And you?"

She rolled her eyes. He didn't wait for a response. Spike's mouth trailed from your throat to the valley of your breasts, and down your stomach. Love bites were left in a straight line all the way down, stopping below your naval. You whined when he pulled away to admire his work.

A perfectly straight line. He thought to himself. An achievement only he cared about, sure, but God you looked so fucking good.

"Never knew you were a perfectionist." Faye snarked.

"Looks even better from the front." He joked back. Spike's attention was now fully on your body. "Quite a sight for sore eyes..." He mumbled to himself. His lips met yours once more in a kiss that was surprisingly tender for the man that just marked every inch of your skin as his own.

Something he was trying to savor.

He then moved to kiss all of the marks he left, trailing from your neck and shoulders down your collarbone, to your throat, between your breasts, and all the way down to where he left off below your naval. His hands made quick work of removing your skirt and panties, then throwing your legs over each of his shoulders. Your lips locked on to Faye's.

The taste of stale cigarette smoke was much easier to tolerate when mixed with the lingering taste of strawberry lipgloss.

Frustration washed over you in a second wave as Spike kept himself from where you needed him most. You let out a pathetic whine against Faye's lips. Spike muttered something to himself which you missed the first part of.

"Do something or I'll take your place and you can have your fun with my seconds- are you saying grace?!"

Faye's confusion peaked your interest at what the man between your legs was whispering to himself.

"-blessed are you Lord our God, King of the universe, by whose word all things came to be."

You and Faye locked eyes for a moment in amusement before you heard his voice again. "I've started praying before all of my meals again." You bit back a laugh, which died in your throat when he gave your clit an experimental suck. "Especially one this divine." He argued. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

And you couldn't bring yourself to care when he dove in and ate you out like a man starved. Her lips caught yours again, and swallowed your moans and cries as she worked to undress herself.

When she pulled away from you, your eyes watched her hungry and impatient as she slowly peeled what remained of her clothes off. You would savor it more if you could keep your eyes open. It was clear they were fighting for your attention. When Spike slipped two of his fingers in, you allowed yourself to fully lay back and let him take you however he wanted. Her weight sank into the chair across from you, watching Spike make you cum first. Her hand slid between her legs to match the pace at which Spike was fingering you. His fingers curled up to hit your g-spot, with a strong suction on your clit to match. His eyes watched you with pride as you reached your first orgasm of the evening.

"Faye," You called, still trying to catch your breath. You reached your hands out and made grabby motions, begging for her to come close to you once more. Spike made work of ridding himself of his suit, shamelessly drinking in Faye as he did so. You didn't have to say anything more. She already knew what you wanted. You moved your head to allow room for her legs on either side. She straddled your face and slowly lowered herself down to your waiting lips.

You couldn't bring yourself to waste time waiting for Spike. Your tongue had been desperate for her taste since you first met her eye. The craving burned inside of you when you first got the taste of her lips. Strawberry and cigarette smoke lingered in your mind. A reminder that she was once there, insatiable until you got your hands on her again.

Now you had something to prove.

Your arms reached up to lock her legs in place around your head, hands kneading at the soft flesh to remind her that she belonged there. With your head between her legs, eating her pussy like it was your last meal.

It was ambrosia. The nectar of the gods. Heaven was between Faye's thighs and you wanted to spend the rest of your life savoring the taste.

You almost didn't notice Spike spreading your legs apart to slide inside of you. Relief flooded you when he slipped fully inside, your hips meeting his. He grabbed your hips with a grip that indicated to you he had no intention to be gentle.

You didn't want him to be.

His pace was brutal and sloppy. His pleasure was the only thing he could think of. All other thoughts were clouded by thehe way your cunt sucked him back in when he pulled out, like it was made for him. Like he belonged there. The the tight, wet warmth of your body had him practically drooling. He was obsessed with the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you with each thrust.

He used your cunt like he owned it, and was going to be the death of you. Your mouth stilled with each time he hit your cervix with the tip of his cock. Spike's lips met Faye's in a sloppy kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything else. A truce of sorts. You felt one of Faye's hands reach behind her to grab at your hair. Spike's left hand loosened the bruising grip on your hips to rub at your clit. The way you tightened around him as you got closer almost made him cum himself. He couldn't hold out for much longer. His pace got harder and faster. His fingers pressing against your clit was making you feel so good that you were in tears under Faye.

"That's it, baby. Let yourself go." He coaxed. You hardly needed an invitation. Your pussy tightening around him as your orgasm washed over you was just what he needed to let himself go as well. He bit into Faye's bottom lip as he came inside of you. White warmth flooded your insides and flowed out onto your skin when he pulled out. The vibrations of your moans against Faye's clit let her orgasm hit her soon after. Her body shook on top of you as she squirted all over your chest.

Spike wished he had a camera on him. The memories of this would be good enough for him to never watch porn again. He leaned back to catch his breath. You and Faye both collapsed on his chest, allowing yourselves to do the same.

The silence was broken by you after what felt like a lifetime.

"Alright, team. Good game! Let's hit the showers and then we'll do it again." You joked. The two of them raised their eyebrows at you. "What? In order to give a fair answer as to who's better, I need to get a good understanding of both of you." You left the two of them for the bathroom.

Spike and Faye looked at each other, then back to where you once stood, then back to each other.

"Don't you fucking think about it-" Faye started, but Spike didn't bother to listen. He pushed her off and ran after you to the shower.

"Too late. I've got something to prove."

"Ugh."

Faye followed suit, tugging him back by his hair to beat him to where you were.

[makeste]

Alright, so I've been trying to count the limb amputations in BnHA, and this is the loving list I have come with: USJ Nomu(half his body, including a leg and arm), Mr. Compress(arm), Overhaul(arms), Hood(entire body), Tomura Shigaraki(2 fingers), Re-Destro(legs), Miruko(arm), Hawks(wings(still unconfirmed, but almost certain)), and Aizawa(leg). One more limb amputation and you'll be able to make that top 10 limb amputations list!

anon, you forgot Shouji’s arm that got chopped off during the Forest Training Camp arc! and a couple others as well. so we actually can make a top ten! oh my god. the day has finally come.

10. Shouji Mezou (arm)

sorry Shouji but the truth is this one doesn’t really count since you grew it back. anyway but it still probably hurt though I suppose. still a pretty fucked up thing for a villain to just BITE OFF A FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD’S ARM with their GIANT ELDRITCH HORROR TEETH. you’re a very brave boy Shouji.

9. Amajiki Tamaki (kracken tentacles)

this is mostly just here to prove that I can in fact remember things from the Basement arc, sometimes.

when will these dumb villains learn to start biting arms off of the kids who DON’T grow them back.

8. Hawks (both wings)

does it still technically count as an amputation if the appendages in question are burned to a crisp rather than actually chopped off. I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason this one is so far down the list tbh. it was still pretty horrific. but the fact that fandom’s not even 100% sure if they really are gone for good (though they totally are) is enough to rank this a bit lower than the others I think.

7. Shigaraki Tomura (two three fingers)

oh boo hoo Tomura. you lost THREE whole fingers? no offense, because I’m sure it sucked, but all the same you can’t realistically expect me to just fall all over you all “HOLY SHIT BEST AMPUTATION EVER 10/10” when the best you can commit to is THREE out of TEN digits. come on now you were already outdone by your own subordinate in the same fucking arc.

6. Giran (FIVE fingers)

YOU HEAR THAT TOMURA. FIVE. YEAH WHAT. and he had to put up with the indignity of having his severed digits grotesquely displayed all around the city on top of that! it was seriously so fucked up. and do you even know how long it takes Giran to write out a text now?? so fucking long!! it’s so annoying.

5. The Sixth OFA User (right arm)

don’t mind him... he’s just lying here, bleeding out in the corner of this little montage of other dying OFA users... but it’s fine, really... he literally just sacrificed his life for the sake of the greater good, and died in obscurity for his trouble... and the story skipped right over him from Nana straight to Banjou, and then to the Fourth... and no one even remembers him to the point where anon omitted him in favor of more memorable characters like USJ Noumu... but it’s fine... he’s fine.

5. Overhaul (both hands)

unlike OFA Seis up there, we actually for reals don’t give a fuck about you, Overhaul. kind of fucked up to imply that someone might actually deserve to lose a hand, let alone two hands. and yet, here I am. implying it. huh.

4. Mr. Compress (left arm)

you know the saying. when life gives you lemons, make a robot arm. here’s a nice picture of Compress with his robot arm holding Overhaul’s severed hand in marble form, just for shits and giggles.

notice how he went as far as to roll up his sleeve just for dramatic effect. that’s good shit. hard to outdo a guy whose amputation led directly to a second, revenge amputation, honestly. but three people still managed it.

3. Mirko (left arm)

and now we get to the badasses. the people who absolutely could not give less of a fuck how many limbs they have or don’t have, WHATEVER. Mirko lost an arm and was literally like, “OUCH” and then she SEVERED A MAN’S HEAD WITH HER THIGHS. AND THEN TOURNIQUETED THE ARM WITH HER OWN HAIR JUST AS AN AFTERTHOUGHT. BECAUSE BLEEDING OUT WOULD HAVE BEEN TROUBLESOME. and they had her at number five. five!! ?!?!?!?!

2. Re-Destro (both legs)

look, this guy is my second least-favorite BnHA character, topped only by Jerkface McNoHands back up there. but even I have to give him props for coolly chopping off BOTH OF HIS OWN FUCKING LEGS WITHOUT SO MUCH AS BREAKING A SWEAT WHAAAAT.

and then he went out and got himself a pair of ROBOT LEGS afterwards like a total badass. god. can you believe this fucking guy. he doesn’t deserve to be this cool. god damn you Re-Destro.

1. Aizawa Shouta (right leg)

hey everyone do you want to see a picture of a lying liar real quick.

huh. you don’t say. only I could have sworn...

huh. I guess, technically speaking, he did say arm. nothing about legs.

anyway. “wait a sec but Aizawa only chopped off one of his own legs,” someone, probably Tomura, interjects. “how can you possibly justify putting him above Re-Destro when the precedent you yourself set earlier in this very list clearly dictates that greater number of severed limbs = higher rank.” and fair enough. but Re-Destro’s amputation was quite honestly his own fucking fault, whereas Aizawa fucking SACRIFICED that leg in the name of duty. and oh yes, there’s one other thing as well:

yeah. sorry Re-Destro, but until you can provide incontrovertible proof that not only did you cut off your own legs, but that you somehow, inconceivably, managed to do so LITERALLY WITHOUT EVER EVEN BLINKING!!, then and only then can you come try and pry the number one spot from Aizawa Shouta’s unfathomably badass knife-wielding hands.

hey guys. so anyway I think this manga might actually be pretty violent lmao.

[beware-thecrow]

It's been a week since i was framed for being "a white lazy racist" and i finally got to read the whole thread of hate i got for saying that i tried to make a semi realistic Tomura look like he should (after what i also said i didn't make it)

Things i found on the thread include but are not reduced:

I am white (the funniest)

I am lazy

I am ignorant

I should die.

I am victimizing myself

I am white

I really suck at art

I have a predilection for drawing white skinny dudes.

And i am very obviously white.

Ngl i felt like shit after most of it. I tried to explain myself and while my wording may have not been the best choice of words, i also truly tried to make a point from a good place, but nothing came out of it. I feel very extremely insecure about my drawing now. I've been trying to practice these days but eventually nothing came out of it and even considered stop drawing anything for bnha fandom since i am very obviously whitewashing characters.

I'm not even bothering blocking people because at this point is useless. My drawings will still appear on people's dashes and the people who made the thread has been blocking me on and off, so they clearly keep watching my stuff waiting to make some drama. That's one of the reasons i ultimately don't want to keep doing anything at this point. Everything i ever did for bnha was because i gn like to share and make friends with people. It was always from a place of love and respect for the source material and his author, but aparently discourse is paradoxical enough to frame me over a comment and then wishing me to die.

So yeah, i thank the people who tried to defend me or messaged me with their support.

I'm taking a break from bnha fandom as a content producer (if you want to call it) My silly little drawings are on hiatus from now. At least what's on bnha.

[rachi-roo]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

YOU HAVE RO SHARE YOUR ASAHI HEADCANNONS WITH THE WORLD THEY GOT ME F’D UP

Ashfudjdnfksksnfia Queen PLZ! >////w////< As you wish!

Haikyuu: Asahi tickle Headcanons!

Asahi, the gentle giant from Karasunos volleyball team. How can someone so big be so soft? Here are a few examples of just how soft this big ball of mochi can be~

Lee:

Asahi is a Lee. 99% Lee. He just loves the physical contact, reminding him of the strong bond he and his friends have.

Honestly, when it comes to tickles this man is like a big ol' puppy who wants belly rubs, though he's far to shy to actually ask for them. So his friends make sure to ask him at least every other day if he wants some tickle time. His burning red cheeks are all the answer they need.

As Ducky here informed me, Asahis most sensetive areas are his tummy and sides.

Most of the time, he will try and be still for his ler, that's the best way to get the best tickles.

Raspberries are his favourite. The way he twitches and giggles in anticipation is just pure, untainted gold~

He always has to have something to hug, since he can't stand seeing what's going on. Make sure to give him a hoodie, bag, a big plushie, anything that he can squeeze the life out of whilst you give him what he deserves.

He doesn't mind rough or soft tickles. Anything that gives him that sensation will do.

He won't talk much during his wrecking, his face buried to deep in whatever he's hugging. However, if you did want to hear his laughter better, you'd have to get someone to pin his arms up. Tag-team that big boi.

When attacking these areas his laughter is big and hearty. A little snort here and there too~

Another spot he's sensetive is his ears. If you're not a giant then you'll have to wait until he's sat down or make sure you can jump high enough to sneak a little puff of air into his ear.

Ear tickles make him squeak, yes squeak. He will scronch his neck and shoulders up like a little turtle hiding from a predator.

A great way to tickle this spot is whilst he's napping. Just a little whisp of air or even a feather if you have one on you. His sleepy giggles are too pure for this world and those who've heard them are blessed and should feel honoured.

This man is so easily flustered. Just a nose boop is enough to have him giggling and blushing.

Lots of head shaking, lots of leg flailing but other than that, he's a very well behaved Lee. 100/10 highly recommend~ 🧡

Ler:

Although Asahi is a Lee, that doesn't mean he won't give his friends an affectionate tickle or two.

Big hands. Big huuuuuge hands. And what they do? They tickle. Really, really... Gently. Yes, despite his huge hands he's incredibly gentle.

Too gentle. It's cruel how nice he is whilst he's being the ler. He doesn't even realise he's teasing you when he talks.

'Having fun?'

'Haha, that smile is precious.'

'Well that was an interesting sound.'

Of course it depends on who he's tickling and why. If it's Noya because he's being a little shit his choice of words are more along the lines of-

'Done being an ass now, gremlin?'

'You need to learn your lesson.'

But even then, he's still so gentle. Probably because he's worried he'll hurt those small people.

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52 notes • Posted 2021-07-11 12:20:32 GMT

#4

No need to thank me ❤️👌

62 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 21:32:52 GMT

#3

So, Heisenberg.

I've never understood the whole 'daddy' thing... Until today. Um. Yeah.

75 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 20:33:55 GMT

#2

Issac Foster tickle hcs!

This been on my miiiiiind 🤭 Baby boi ❤️

Warning, rough tickles/handling

Zacky boy doesn't even know what tickling is when you first meet him but after some time you finally manage to pluck up the courage to ask if he is, without fear of being stabbed.

"The fuck is that? Some kind of mental problem'?"

"That's the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard. Of course I'm not."

Once you explain, you swear you can see the red glow of blush through his bandages.

Over time Zack learns that tickling can be used to get what he wants, or to make you suffer without having to brutally murder you! :D

Ler:

As a ler, Zack is a force to be reckoned with. Evil. If you're not comfortable with rough tickles, you do not want him to catch you.

He will give you a time limit to run, counting loudly with that dirty grin on his face. Usually three seconds, you know how he likes the chase.

Once he's had his fun chasing, he will pin you any way possible. His favourite method is sitting on your waist with your arms pinned under his thighs.

He will tell you not to smile, threatening to 'kill you' if you do. By kill he means wreck you harder.

His tickles are rough and rude. He wants to break you, make you beg and maybe even tear up if he's feeling especially cruel. Sadistic little shit.

He's full of teases too~

"Tickle, tickle, ya' little fucker. Should have run faster!"

"If you weren't such a crap victim we wouldn't even be in this situation!"

"Uh oooh, now you've gone and done it, shit head. Time to die~"

Que him mercilessly attacking your worst spot until you almost wet yourself.

After he's finished tickling you to near death, he will probably tussle your hair and watch you try to regain your composure. He isn't one to flee after a wrecking because he knows you wouldn't dare attack him.

He does know when to stop though, he knows you and what the signs are. He may be an asshole, but he'll always at least ask if you're okay. If he doesn't think you are, then he'll help you up and fetch you a snack or even wrap an arm around you comfortingly.

Lee:

Yes, believe it or not, this multi-murder-maniac has a Lee side. And when it surfaces, it's quite entertaining.

If Zack is in one of his rare, yet very intense, Lee moods, he will do everything in his power to get you to notice without actually saying anything. He's gotta keep up that scary guy aesthetic.

When in this mood, Zack will walk around with his arms over his head, put his feet in your lap, maybe pretend his checking his bandages by leaving his hoodie unzipped.

Lots of huffing and sighing too. Very grumpy. Not-so subtly staring at you out of the corner of his eye to see if you've noticed then quickly gazing around the room if you look at him.

If you haven't noticed soon enough, he'll probably walk away without a word, hiding in his room like a grumpy kid.

If, however, you do catch on, you're in for a treat.

One rule Zack has, no tools. Only fingers and mouths. Something about using tools just makes him very uncomfortable.

His most sensetive spots are his neck, ribs and inner thighs. Any of them make him melt.

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95 notes • Posted 2021-06-23 19:08:32 GMT

#1

For the crime of stealing the hearts of millions, including ny own, Rody Soul is sentenced to the tickle chair until our hearts are returned.

This might take a while. Tragic. UwU 👐

I'm so proud of how this one turned out! I'm using less and less references for body structure and almost on track to finding my style! ☺️💕❤️

109 notes • Posted 2021-11-07 04:16:10 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

[floof-reppu]

New Year's Appreciation

I decided to do mine on New Year's Day specifically cause I was so tired last night and I was unable to properly function after 9:00

So, New Year! What do I want to accomplish on my blog this year before I give a few mentions?

Write more stuff for my OCs & their S/Os

Everyone seemed to really like Hayato and Suzume, and I was even planning on writing something pertaining to New Year's with them, but if you couldn't tell... things went a little downhill last week, but now I'm better! Not only that, but my brain is churning with ideas as we speak as to backstory, origin story, and even just drabbles. If an "Ask my OCs anything" event were to happen, would anyone be interested? I sure hope so, cause I plan on doing one in the near future!

Getting to at least 1,000 followers before the end of January/middle of February

This might seem like a huge goal for me, but all I need is ~250 more followers to reach it! If my posts could get reblogged and I could get out there more, I could get there in probably the next two weeks if need be! It all depends on you guys!

Continue being a Mt. Lady, Inasa, AND Camie fucker

With a new month a few weeks ago came... more babes in my arsenal. I've never been more happier with my writing, and now my absolute favorite turned into absolute favorites. I've been dying to write for all of them, because hell, all of them are super unappreciated in the fandom! I hope this year that I'll convert more people to my Mt. Lady cult (haha) as well as get others to appreciate Inasa and Camie more than they already do!

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These mentions below are the people who have helped me throughout the last bit of 2019, from since I made the blog, or from a few months in, I appreciate every single one of you more than my words can show.

@sparkncharge, why don't I start with you? (totally not because you were the first person who popped up). I don't even remember exactly the day I texted you about a "collab" that we never ever did, but I don't regret it at all. I finally had the balls to text someone else on Tumblr! The past few months have been crazy to say the least, with you converting me to loving Nejire and I... may or may not have gotten you to love Mt. Lady and appreciate her just as much as I do. It's safe to say I might just try to sneak a bit more appreciation for Inasa and our girl Camie down here... haha. I'm so thankful to have you as a friend and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us, I love you! ❤️

@lady-bakuhoe, Jo, where do I even start? We haven't talked that much privately except for when I was uh... going through shit... but you really helped to give me reassurance, plus you listened to some of my OC banter when nobody else really wanted to! For that I am thankful. (also you're never going to live down mistaking me for someone else... :) ) I hope we can become closer over the months ahead. Your writing is amazing, just like you are!

@ua-imagines, you three are such amazing people and I can't even begin to sing your praises. If it wasn't for the invitation to join the family, I don't rightly know what might have happened over the course of the past month. I've met so many awesome and amazing friends because of you, and to call them all, plus you guys my friends is a blessing. Our shenanigans never fail to put a smile on my face, even when I'm feeling down. Here's to another year packed full of new adventures, friendships, and even more.

@bakusquadbabes, wonder if you were expecting this, Meg? We vent to eachother a lot as well as bounce ideas back and forth to eachother, and not only that we run a server together! You're such an amazing writer, and I hope that this year for us is amazing as well!

@magpie-scribbles, alright Claire, you're gonna get an out from me and you're gonna like it. You are such an awesome writer AND artist, you are absolutely talented! You've done two commissions for me with another in the works and you never fail to put a smile on my face when I see you posted something about Hoshi! Let's not forget we have shared parenting over the little gremlin as well. You may be older than me by a few years, but it feels like I've known you for at least that long! I hope this year we can become better friends and *cough* spread the love of our OCs throughout the entire universe...

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There's a few other mentions that I want to make, but my fingers are starting to cramp. The rest of these is a tag list full of people who have made the last half of 2019 amazing, whether a writing blog or not!

@katsukisprincess @burnedbyshoto @olivenight17 @wolves-rider @bnha-imagines-grill @bnhaclaimedmysoul @bnhaxxassociates @shoto-todoloki-a-hoe @quirkfics @kiriwhore-sama @kinda-ooc-just-a-little @kirisbabe @normiewrites @mhastories @my-romantic-academia @monst @keigos-dove @secondhand-trash @bnha-speaks @bnha-read-this

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BNHA 229 - ahhh!!!!

So! We skipped a certain flashback but this week we are treated to a very good one for a very great character.

Last week we see Twice being attacked by what looked like his clones, but are actually puppets by that dude from QLA. The fact that they are made to appear to look like him is enough to throw the already unstable Jun off, and it is later confirmed hat this was done on purpose:

And apparently they got the idea from Giran and they're rubbing it in his face. Admittedly they are very good villains because every move they make appears to be designed according to tedious data gathering--knowing their enemy so to speak. Doesn't make it any less creepy.

It sucks that they're thanking Giran for this info specifically. Twice after all was the most vocal in the league to help him out and from his inner monologue it seems that Giran knows enough to be seriously concerned for him :(

Shit, this is rough to watch. The clones are seriously killing her :( she's still alive, she's still flinching and her neck is about to be broken and Twice, in his confusion, can't do anything but watch and scream :( I feel so bad for him, if the puppets did their job really quickly here he would have blamed himself for Toga's death!!!

So a flashback scene on Jin's side occurs; we see that he's blamed for an accident involving his client and is fired from his job. He is also orphaned during his middle school years with no close relatives or friends and has always been alone. Loneliness is really the worst enemy for a lot of people--heck he makes clones of himself just to have someone to talk to and it helped somewhat but as we see later that isn't the solution. All he has to blame is himself again--his bad luck. It is a consistent theme for him it seems.

Even though this flashback scene is so hard to read... Gotta admit it's a little easier to look at because young Twice is good-looking isn't he? I don't see why they said he has a bad face??? He really looks like John Constantine, especially with that coat and cig, but without eyebrows!

Agh poor dude. How many times did he watch himself die over and over? The mental load on him must have been so bad

And we see here why Giran is so important to such a lonely man who has to resort to putting a bag on his head to avoid losing himself--he's the first person in a long time to offer friends, a place to belong, a place where he can be trusted (and not the other way around--a refreshing take on trust in my opinion!) I love that Giran describes the LoV as "a pretty lively group" (even though their goal is murder and chaos!) because they are a pretty interesting bunch who argue a lot but the Dynamics are getting more and more familial

The puppets break his arms and almost his legs, but he starts screaming that he's not disappearing. If I understand correctly, he's vindicated that he is actually the original Bubaigawara Jin and not a clone? And he finally realized that the puppets are not him either. And also,,, Toga is so important to him T_T from someone who felt perpetually alone, to have someone else he could consider important!!!

Now this scene is interesting to me for many reasons. One, hot damn Twice's potential to wreak havoc!!! I can't wait to see what his intact clones can do!!! I wonder now how it works, because even tho he is unmasked and fractured his clones do not seem like they are. So does that mean his injuries do not carry over to his clones?

Also the quote from The Killing Joke--"All it takes is one bad day". From what I remember, the Joker says this in the context of ordinary people down on their luck turning into villainy. Jin has had a lot of bad days and has continuously descended down and down to lunacy... and probably this is the worst day ever. But his burst of energy comes from a renewed desire to help save someone--which,,, isn't bad??? Or villainous? And he seems to have a renewed sense of self at the end! So did Hori turn that quote around? If so very interesting use of the quote lol, I wonder how much of it was done on purpose

So, even though I am miffed that Dabi is obviously not getting a flashback soon, I am happy about what I've read this week! I wonder what will happen next!!