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diospore · 9 months ago
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Soooo what if Inko KNEW Hisashi was AFO?
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vam1mav · 1 month ago
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|| THEORY TIMEEE ||
|| HEEEEY, SO what if All For One is actually STILL ALIVE and just put the few remaining embers of his consciousness into the embers of the Ofa? (which were SO SMALL that they seemed like just dust and were transferred through the bloody fist clash of Izuku and Tomura) ||
|| THEREEE FOOOOR, who we see is not our Izuku, but Afo going unnoticed pretending to be Izuku, that's why he rejection Katsuki's offert! (because being the closest person to Izuku and having him EVEN closer every day, he would start to notice Izuku weirder than normal, like something IS off) And the why he goes with Uraraka and they become a couple! :D (The man is so goddamn desperate that he's going to do what he did with Inko again hoping that this time it will work and that his son/daughter won't inherit the Quirkless genes like Izuku) ||
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I'm just in denial guys, I'm just fine :)
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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 9 months ago
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bnhashippingcompetition · 2 years ago
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All for One X Inko because bug bad men with tiny sweet woman is my jam. 👌
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AfO x Inko has been added to the roster!
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candycandy00 · 2 years ago
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This is a sequel to a previous request. The original requester (who chose to remain anonymous) asked for a part two that would include an AFO/All Might/Inko threesome, so I delivered. I hope lol. 
Smut. 18+. Master/slave dynamics. Dubcon. Humiliation. Shackles. Gags. Oral. Anal. A little bit of everything lol. 
Read part one here!
Several days later, Toshinori found himself walking through the sultan’s palace while completely nude, a painful erection standing tall in the cool air. 
The sultan was a few feet in front of him, men on either side giving reports and discussing things in hushed voices. This little walk through the palace had a very specific purpose: to parade Toshinori around like an obscene doll. Occasionally, the sultan would stop for a moment to stroke his Chosen Man until thick strings of cum shot out across the marble floor. Then he would force Toshinori to look him in the eyes again, causing another erection. 
Of course this whole affair was deeply humiliating, as servants and other inhabitants of the palace had to actively step around the mess, and Toshinori was certain that some servants were forced to clean it up after he passed through. 
At least they probably didn’t have to clean it with their tongues. He hoped. 
Over the past few days, Toshinori had remained under the effects of the hypnosis, and had remained shackled and gagged most of the time. He was allowed to remove them all to eat, drink, and wash his face a few times a day, as well as bathe, only for fresh gags to be placed back into his mouth and for his arms to be shackled behind his back again. 
While the gags were off, he was under strict orders to keep conversation to a minimum. No more than generic pleasantries or letting the servants know that he needed something. Toshinori was very aware that the sultan had eyes and ears everywhere, all eager to report any infraction back to him. 
Despite all this, Toshinori had made a friend, of sorts. The woman named Inko had made a point of speaking to him every night before going to sleep. She was careful with her words, smart enough to stick to neutral topics, but her voice was kind and soothing. 
Inko was attractive, with long shiny hair and a plump, curvy figure. Toshinori could see why she would be chosen for a harem. It was embarrassing to sit next to this lovely lady while he was naked, an erection slowly softening between his legs. But Inko was considerate. She kept her eyes on his face and avoided reacting to his nudity. 
One night the sultan called for both Toshinori and Inko. This provoked a stab of fear in Toshinori, as he wondered what horrors Inko would be dragged into just because she’d been kind to him. 
The servant led the two of them to a large bathing chamber, where the sultan was waiting, already completely disrobed. Water dripped along his skin from his bath, leaving glistening trails. His body was toned to perfection, looking like a chiseled god. Between his thighs hung a massive cock, not even hard yet. He smiled as they entered the room, the door shutting behind them. 
The sultan looked at Inko, the only one among them wearing any clothing, and made a gesture with his hand. She immediately pulled off her dress and under garments, as if this were routine for her. 
Toshinori looked away from her, then regretted being so obvious. The sultan motioned for Inko to approach him, then turned her to face Toshinori. 
“Look at her,” he commanded. When Toshinori hesitated, the sultan did something that made Inko gasp. 
Toshinori looked up sharply to see the sultan’s hand around Inko’s throat. The grip relaxed when Toshinori looked. “Good. Look her up and down, take in every inch.”
Toshinori looked at her face first, where a hint of a pink blush had spread across her cheeks. He lowered his eyes to her full breasts, lingering on her rapidly hardening pink nipples. Then to the soft rolls of pale flesh that comprised her stomach, flesh that seemed designed to be grabbed. Then to the mound of thin curling hair that covered her pussy. Her thick thighs were clamped together, squished against each other. 
The sultan suddenly clapped his hands together to get their attention. “The two of you, have a bath, and then we’ll spend some time together.” 
There was a large bathing pool already full of steaming, fragrant water several feet away. Toshinori and Inko walked over to it and stepped inside, both of them eager to sink neck deep into the water. 
The gags remained. Toshinori had learned to never remove them unless he was explicitly told to do so. Therefore, Inko was the one to speak. 
“Whatever happens, don’t worry about it,” she whispered. “Anything he does to me now is something he’s already done. I’m used to it. I just hate that he’s involving you.”
Toshinori, unable to reply, simply looked at her. How could he tell her that it was the opposite? He hated that she had to be involved. 
Inko looked down into the water, a blush on her face again. “I know I’m not the most beautiful woman in the harem. I’m sorry I’m the one you have to do this with.”
Toshinori shook his head vigorously. How could she think that? In his opinion, she was by far the most beautiful woman in the palace. He tried to gesture to her that she was wrong, but he didn’t think he was doing a good job. She just smiled at him as she continued bathing. 
A few minutes later, the sultan called for them to finish up and return to him, where he waited on an elevated stone platform. Toshinori avoided Inko’s eyes as they both dried off and walked over to the sultan. 
They found him still very much nude, lounging amongst stacks of richly colored pillows. He patted the pillows beside him and said, “Inko, join me.”
Her response was automatic. She quickly stepped over and sat down beside the sultan, then leaned back against the pillows. She didn’t seem particularly afraid of the man, though Toshinori wouldn’t call her demeanor “comfortable” either.  She had probably been intimate with the sultan countless times, and Toshinori wondered how she felt about that. Was she repulsed? Crying on the inside at having this man touch her? Or did she simply view it as a duty she had to perform, like any other job? She hadn’t mentioned the sultan being especially cruel to the women in the harem, instead stressing his sadistic treatment of his Chosen Man. 
As Toshinori watched, the sultan turned on his side, toward Inko, and ran one hand over her curves, sliding it down to rest between her thighs. Her face was slightly flushed as the sultan’s fingers disappeared into her soft pubic hair. Soon after, the sultan slid his entire body down so that he was positioned between her legs, his head dipping down to bury his face in her pussy. 
Inko let out a small moan and leaned her head back, closing her eyes and clutching the pillows surrounding her. Toshinori tore his eyes away from the scene, feeling like a pervert to be watching such an intimate moment. 
“Thief,” the sultan’s voice said, drawing Toshinori’s attention. “Her mouth is lovely, and empty. Make use of it.”
That’s when Toshinori realized he was hard again. He’d gotten so used to being erect most of the time that he hadn’t even noticed. What’s more, he didn’t think the hypnosis was the cause. He hadn’t looked the sultan in the eyes since coming in here. He realized with embarrassment that he’d been aroused by Inko’s moans. 
Still, he hesitated. He didn’t want to do anything Inko didn’t want, and the thought of being forceful with her horrified him. But she turned her head toward him and smiled. 
“Come,” she said, her cheeks red with blush and desire. 
Toshinori stepped closer, then knelt right beside her face, his thighs spread slightly to give her easy access. He placed some extra pillows under her head to get the positioning right, then she leaned toward him and took his cock into her mouth. 
He immediately groaned through the gag. Inko’s mouth was soft and wet, her tongue moving gently over his tip and her plush lips sliding along his length. It was completely different from the sultan’s firm, rough blowjobs. 
The sultan watched Inko sucking Toshinori off, his eyes shining with pleasure, then returned to his task of eating her out, causing her to moan around Toshinori’s cock. 
Just when Toshinori thought he was about to explode in her mouth, the sultan raised his head and said, “Whichever one of you cums first, the other will be punished.”
Toshinori felt as if the blood froze in his body. He looked down to see panic spread across Inko’s face. But just as quickly, a look of determination replaced it. She suddenly began pumping faster, running her tongue along the underside of his cock. She even lifted one hand to massage his testicles. 
She was trying to make him cum first. She intended to accept the punishment. 
Toshinori tried to tell her to stop, but he couldn’t communicate with the gags on. He thought about pulling away from her, but he knew the sultan would never allow that. He looked over at the other man and motioned toward Inko’s groin, his own way of saying, “Get on with it!”
The sultan laughed, then dove back in. From this angle, Toshinori could see the sultan spreading Inko’s flesh open with his fingers, then running his tongue all over her clit. Her eyes widened, but she never stopped sucking and licking. Toshinori could feel himself getting close, but he held back with all his might. In desperation, he reached one hand down to lightly squeeze her breast, then gently tease her nipple. She made a sound that only turned him on even more, but thankfully, her entire body tensed up and she moaned again. It almost sounded like a sob. 
The sultan looked up. “Looks like Inko lost.”
Immediately after, Toshinori lost the strength to fight his own orgasm anymore, and moved to pull out. 
“Cum in her mouth,” the sultan commanded, and Toshinori obeyed, worried that refusing would result in Inko being hurt. He felt guilty, but he couldn’t stop himself from completely emptying himself out into Inko’s exhausted mouth. 
She took it all, not spilling a drop, and swallowed it down, her tongue still lapping at his tip to catch any remainder. 
For a few minutes, she just laid there, panting, legs still spread obscenely. Toshinori stared at her, having the sudden urge to fuck her right then and there. The thought shamed him. 
The sultan had stood up and went into the water, bathing himself again. “Bring her over here,” he said. 
Toshinori eased Inko into an upright position. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a shy smile. “I’m alright,” she told him, getting to her feet. “The sultan is obsessed with cleanliness. This is all normal.”
Toshinori helped steady her as they both returned to the water to clean themselves again. Once finished, they all three emerged from the water and dried off, only the sultan having no problem looking the others in the eye. 
“I’m sure you’re wondering what the punishment is,” he said to Toshinori. 
Toshinori looked in the sultan’s general direction, but avoided his eyes. 
The sultan grinned. “Whoever won that little game will have their ass penetrated. By me.”
Toshinori paled and glanced at Inko. The shocked look on her face told him this was something even she wasn’t used to. He was glad then that she had “lost”. He couldn’t imagine watching that happen to her. If one of them had to be humiliated and violated, he would prefer it to be him. 
“But I’m a merciful sultan. While I’m penetrating you, you’ll be penetrating her. You’re free to use whichever hole you prefer. Just not her mouth again, that would be boring.”
Inko flushed red again, and Toshinori looked at her apologetically. “It’s okay,” she said, “I don’t mind.” 
She walked over to the platform full of pillows and laid down on her back again, then opened her legs. Toshinori slowly climbed on top of her. He wanted this, wanted to fuck her senseless, but he worried about her feelings. She said she didn’t mind, but he’d much rather know she actively wanted him to touch her. 
He started by gently caressing her, from her face down to her neck and then to her breasts. Her breathing quickened, little sounds escaping her plump lips. She certainly didn’t seem to dislike his touch. In fact, her blushing face and glazed eyes implied that she was enjoying herself. This made Toshinori feel a bit bolder, so he slowly ground his firm, nude body against her unbelievably soft one. His hands ran over the rounded rolls of her sides, and he gripped them as he pushed his cock inside her. 
Inko gasped and arched her back, wrapping her arms around his neck. He began to thrust into her, becoming intoxicated by the feeling of her tight, wet pussy clenching him. He’d had sex before, with both men and women, but Inko was incredible. The way she clamped down on him, how pliable and supple she was, the way her eyes glistened as she looked up at him… all of it was driving him crazy. 
From the corner of his eye, Toshinori saw the sultan walk over to a pile of discarded clothes and pick up what appeared to be a small jar. He opened it as he moved over to them, and once he was standing right beside the pair, he made a show of reaching his fingers into the far and scraping up some sort of greasy-looking ointment.  He slathered it all over his imposing cock, then dropped the jar to the side and moved behind Toshinori. 
There was little doubt in what was coming next. Toshinori had never been penetrated before, but he had penetrated others, and he knew the process. He was just thankful that the sultan was using lubrication. He tried to relax his ass as he felt the sultan’s hands on his hips. It was easier said than done. His natural reaction to feeling the tip of a cock at his asshole was to clench himself tightly. He took a deep breath and forced himself to loosen up, just in time for the sultan to shove into him. 
It hurt, far more than he anticipated. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the sultan’s unusually large size or if it always hurt like this, but he felt sudden guilt toward his past partners, even though they never complained. 
Toshinori tried to focus on Inko, on the pleasure he felt, to alleviate the pain the sultan was causing him. Inko was making positively delicious sounds, and at one point even raised up to kiss the gags, right where his mouth was. 
Within minutes, the sultan had found a rhythm that matched Toshinori’s and the pain of the penetration melted into pleasure. Toshinori had never experienced so much stimulation in his life, and it all overwhelmed him quickly. He came inside Inko, and seconds later, the sultan came inside him. Inko had apparently came a little earlier, judging by her rapid breaths and half closed eyes. 
The three of them rested for a few minutes, then bathed again before the sultan sent them back to the large room Toshinori and Inko shared with the other women of the harem. 
That night, Inko was unusually quiet as she slipped into her sleeping spot. Toshinori didn’t sleep at all, his mind replaying what had happened over and over until morning. 
At the usual time, Toshinori went alone to a small dining area and removed his gags to eat his breakfast. He was surprised when, instead of the usual servant, it was Inko who brought him a tray of food. She placed it on the table in front of him and sat down beside him. 
“I bribed the servant to let me bring your food,” she said quickly, stealing glances all around them as if afraid she would be caught. “I just wanted the chance to ask you something. Can you tell me your name?”
Toshinori stared at her wordlessly, trying to decide if revealing his name would earn the sultan’s wrath, upon himself or Inko. 
After a few moments of silence, Inko’s face reddened and she stood up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t mean to put you in a bad position.”
“It’s Toshinori,” he said, standing up to face her. 
She smiled at him. “I like that name.”
He smiled back. It was the first time he’d smiled since coming here, and it felt nice. 
It didn’t take long for that brief moment to come back to haunt him. By evening, the sultan had called for Toshinori and Inko to join him in the main hall. At first, Toshinori worried that the sultan planned to humiliate them both in front of spectators, but the hall was empty save for a few guards, and the sultan sat upon his ornate chair fully clothed. 
Inko seemed nervous as the sultan gazed down at her, not with the lust he displayed the night before, but with disappointment. 
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? I told you both before that I have eyes and ears everywhere,” the sultan said, now glaring at Toshinori. 
Inko glanced at Toshinori, all color drained from her face. Then she suddenly threw herself to the floor before the sultan, pressing her head to the floor in a deep bow. 
“Please forgive us,” she cried. “I only wanted to know his name. I demanded he tell me! He didn’t want to speak to me, but I insisted!”
Toshinori moved to stop her, but guards were on him in an instant, dragging him backwards away from Inko. With his hands shackled, he couldn’t do much against them. 
The sultan’s face broke into a cruel smile. “So you’re to blame, Inko? How unfortunate. You were my favorite.”
Inko said nothing in response, never even raised her face to look at him. Her body was trembling as she kept her head bowed. 
“You’re both sentenced to death,” the sultan said in an almost bored tone. “The thief will die by drowning. Inko by beheading. To be carried out immediately.”
Toshinori screamed through the gags and struggled against the guards as Inko was ripped from the floor and dragged away. She looked stunned, as if she hadn’t quite comprehended what had just happened. 
Once she was gone, the sultan looked at Toshinori and said, “Oh, don’t glare at me like that. You knew this was coming. I don’t keep a Chosen Man for very long. I do regret that I had to lose Inko in the process, but she can be replaced.”
As the guards began to pull Toshinori away, the sultan spoke again. 
“Just so you know, it wasn’t the fact that you spoke to each other. It was the way you looked at each other last night. Neither of you looked at me that way, and that irritated me.”
Toshinori groaned in frustration. He was executing them for such a ridiculous reason? It was unbearable to think about. 
The guards dragged Toshinori to an outdoor platform overlooking a large pond. They carried out a huge black metal ball and chained it to Toshinori’s ankles, leaving his hands shackled in front of him and his gags in place. 
For a moment, he considered trying to escape. He might’ve been able to take out the guards and carry the ball as he ran. Maybe. It looked awfully heavy. He pulled against the chains with one foot. The ball didn’t budge.  
He was expecting the sultan to appear to gloat one final time, or for there to be some sort of ritual involved, but three guards simply walked over and, together, pushed the ball off the edge of the platform. Toshinori was instantly pulled off after it, and he barely had a chance to take a deep breath before he hit the water. 
Just after he went under, he thought he heard shouting, but all sound was lost to him as he sank deeper down. He struggled against his bonds, despite knowing there was no use. It was instinct for the body to try to live, after all. His lungs burned in agony as water flowed into his airways. He tried to keep his eyes open as long as possible, and just before he blacked out, he thought he saw a dark figure swimming toward him. Was he hallucinating? That was his last thought. 
Until his eyes burst open and he found himself coughing and gagging on the platform he’d just fell from. It took him a moment to notice the man kneeling next to him. Clad all in black, except for a brilliant white scarf around his neck, the man had long dark hair and a haunted look in his piercing eyes. 
“Can you move? Can you run?” The man demanded, looking around them, alert. 
Toshinori was still coughing up water, but he saw that the chains around his ankles and hands had been cut, and his gags of course had been removed. He nodded as the man in black stood and helped Toshinori to his feet. 
“Wait,” Toshinori croaked out, his throat raw. “There’s a woman…”
“The one from the harem?” The man asked. “My people already rescued her. She’s safe.”
It was only then that Toshinori noticed the guards strewn like lifeless dolls around the area. Had this man taken them all out on his own? One of them groaned and began stirring. The man in black motioned for Toshinori to follow him and then ran back toward the interior of the palace. Together, they wove through empty hallways and rooms Toshinori had never seen before, managing to stay out of sight. Clearly, the man was very familiar with the palace. 
“Who are you?” Toshinori finally asked while they hid in a small room, waiting for some guards to pass. 
“You can call me Aizawa. I was a so called ‘Chosen Man’ before you. Now I try to get people out when I can.”
Toshinori remembered Inko telling him about a former Chosen Man that she never saw break, who had disappeared. This must be him. 
They snuck through a few more hallways before emerging from the back of the palace, through a small door that didn’t appear to see much use. Aizawa led Toshinori back to the crowded streets that had been his home all his life, then stopped and turned to face him. 
“If you keep your head down and don’t make any trouble, they’ll probably never find you. Too many people here, too easy to blend in.”
Toshinori hesitated, then asked, “What will you do?”
“Keep trying to get people out of there,” Aizawa replied, as if that were the only logical answer. 
“Can I join you?”
Aizawa stared at him. “What I do is dangerous. I risk being captured again every time I act. And the sultan probably has the most horrific punishment imaginable already planned for me. If that doesn’t scare you away, then you’re free to join me.”
Toshinori nodded. “Glad to be working with you. I’m Toshinori.”
Aizawa nodded back, and the two of them made their way through the streets, disappearing into the crowd. 
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ladysunamireads · 9 months ago
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doodlegirl1998 · 5 months ago
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Hi, reading a fic (shig x hawks hear me out I was bored and want to see different charactizations of Mr. Sexy man) and in one scene as shig talks about his past...
It hits me once again how Izu doesn't have a mc trait.
Not saying he should be an orphan or anything like that.
But think this way: shig is the grandson of Nana. He is a Shimura.
Izu has nothing. I do like how he is from no important family...but he has no mc trope. He is an extra in his own show.
His traumatic past is BK abusing him but that doesn't count, ofc, and what else Izu has in his storyline? He wants to be a hero (everyone does) he is good with quirks sure and good with lil kids but....what else?
To be clear, don't think shig is better written or developed at all...and his reveal as SHIMURA was weak sauce and no one gave a shit.
But like there SMTH.
When you think about it....Shig had a better childhood than Izu...and yes, Kotaro was abusive. Yes, not denying that but like...he has monchan, friends and a mom who cared for him.
Izu has nothing but bk...forever.
Hi @mikeellee 👋
I'm not going to judge, read whatever interests you, but Hawks / Shig isn't a ship I like.
You are right when you say that Izuku doesn't have any traditional MC traits.
Now, it could be argued that OFA / "the chosen one" trope is used with Izuku being the final user. However, that, quite frankly, is bullshit because this ended up meaning nothing narratively, and Izuku lost OFA anyway. And an OFA user didn't end AFO - Bakugou (a no-name bastard) outside this passed down legacy of OFA did.
Izuku came from a no-name civilian family in MHA, no DFO, no other secret important linnege (unlike Shig and Dabi) - Inko is barely explored and Hisashi is mentioned in name only.
Unlike other MCs with tragic backstories (i.e Naruto and Tanjiro) Izuku's traumatic past abuse at the hands of Bakugou is undermined at every turn to make Bakugou look better instead of being treated with the respect it deserves.
To make matters worse, Bakugou is the reason Izuku suffered so much. No such abuse of the quirkless is seen LITERALLY ANYWHERE ELSE in canon. In canon, there is no Quirkless Discrimination seen in society (perhaps because there are so few of them). All of Izuku’s suffering is down to Bakugou being a bastard because he liked to be and couldn't handle being helped out of a river once.
Izuku is stuck with this literal narrative parasite until the very end and accepting pity payments from him so he can get his very own 'big boy' Hero Iron Suit after 6-8 years. I am disgusted by this ending.
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deusvervewrites · 3 months ago
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Yakuza Inko x Escaping Gravity
The battle at Kamino is briefly interrupted by Mr. Uraraka appearing from a garbage can to beat up AFO for being a piece of shit who’s only good deed was siring Ochako.
AFO: Who are you?!
Mr. Uraraka: The dad that stepped up, motherfucker! *Proceeds to beat him with a metal pipe*
Normally I probably wouldn't answer this one for just being a joke/reference but honestly they deserve it
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lioma-art · 2 months ago
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For those of you who don't know; This is about the Hero x Family AU (which is MHA with the plot of SPY x Family). When I refer to the Midoriyas, I mean 6 yrs old Izuku (Anya), Inko (Yor) and Toshinori (Loid).
Mon would take the place of Bond in the family set up, and have a hidden quirk that had allowed her to survive Decay, but with some minor trauma.
However! Tomura is also around in this AU, 8 yrs old and the adopted son of AFO. If Mon ends up with the Midoriyas, Tomura will likely get jealous and order Kurogiri to try dognap Mon - which may or may not result in a oneshot about Kurogiri chasing Mon all across Musutafu.
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moltengoldveins · 2 months ago
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me: hey brain? Could I have a normal fanfic idea, please?
Brain, who has every disease and is high on every drug, rubbing their awful little goblin hands together: so it’s a pre-canon BNHA x DSMP crossover AU-
me, loading a shotgun: alright that’s it-
Brain: HEAR ME OUT. It opens in the aftermath of All Might and All for One’s big battle, the one where All Might got his injury. Every DSMP character that has ended up in the BNHA universe this far has been yoinked by AFO and put in stasis to eventually become a Nomu.
me, racking the shotgun: better talk quick, im about to tag the Fic of my own personal life with a severe gore warning of you don’t-
Brain: *proceeds to outline the weirdest freaking Mafia Crossover OC-centric Canon ‘Compliant’ Character Focused Found Family Crackship AU I have ever seen. And when I say crack ship I mean there are fewer than 50 fics for this ship in the Bnha ao3 tab. The oc is actually kinda interesting but largely for the way they facilitate moving characters around and building this huge found family/vigilante group around All Might, freshly healed from his AFO injury via Totem and ready to kick ass, the Todoroki family sans dumpster fire, Inko and her friends, a baby Aizawa fresh outta college, and eventually the future LoV gang. The actual conflict is finding who, if any of the missing DSMP cast is alive and where they might be being kept and what might be happening to them, figuring out how to fix the hero commission, raising the LoV kids and eventually Izuku + Katsuki, juggling like eight billion secret identities, eventually getting Hawks some therapy, and trying to find a way to send the DSMP gang back home once they ARE saved and de-Nomued. If I wrote it itd probably be over 800,000 words long. I’m considering it.*
Me:……………… *puts the shotgun down* run that by me again, from the top. Let me grab my headphones.
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guesst · 2 years ago
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@aobawilliams @fanfiction-artist-prototype as you wish :)
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ao3feed-izuku-midoriya · 10 months ago
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princess-of-the-corner · 1 year ago
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I finally remembered what I wanted to ask earlier. Do you have a master list for the BNHA monster au? Like, the people and their monster type?
I know I have but fuck it let's make a masterpost for it and actually tag it this time!
Note that some of these may be subject to change!
So! Overall, the AU is a No Quirks AU(which leads to some relationship shifts). The creatures and Magic they have replaces their Quirks, so a lot of their species are based on their Quirk, but some I went for 'vibes' rather than Quirk-based.
Let's address the first ones that need context rather than just a 'X is Y' first:
Izuku, AfO, and Shigaraki - AfO is a powerful Fae. Izuku and Shigaraki are part of a Changeling Child deal. AfO created a fae child to trade so that he could take Tenko. The fae child ended up not staying where he was supposed to, and was taken in by Inko and named 'Izuku'. This will lead to complications later. Tenko was renamed like in canon, and grew up as a Fae, while Izuku grew up thinking he was Human.
One for All users - OfA is a old and powerful Fae Deal between users, powerful enough to turn the user Fae. Yoichi was a Fae in the first place, and users 2-7 were Witches(Humans who could use Magic) where All Might had no Magic whatsoever before his Deal with Nana. All of them turned Fae. All Might and Izuku make a new Deal, intending to turn Izuku Fae, but he already is so it just re-awakens his dormant powers.
The Todoroki Family - Just fuckin. How could I not do the Demon/Angel hybrid combo? It matches Canon's Fire/Ice thing. So Enji is a Demon, Rei is an Angel. All of the kids have mixed traits and powers corresponding to Canon's Fire/Ice.
Okay! Now I can get to the 'X is Y' list!
Katsuki - Werewolf (newly bitten)
Ochako - Bakeneko
Kirishima - Dragon (look just. Look at the canon-ish fantasy thing going on)
Mina - Slime girl
Denki - Frankenstein Monster
Iida - Pegasus
Tsu - Naiad(river nymph, frog-features still)
Sero - Arachne(spidertaur)
Momo - Selkie(Bear-Variant)
Jiro - Witch(Bard)
Fumikage - Harpy
Eimi(Dark Shadow) - Living Shadow(think Peter Pan)
Hagakure - Ghost
Koda - Gargoyle
Ojiro - Tsukumogami
Sato - Witch(Potion maker)
Shoji - Merfolk(Kraken Variant)
Aoyama - ????
Himiko - Shapeshifter-variant Changeling afflicted with Vampirism.
Shinso - Siren
Tetsutetsu - Dragon
Pony - Unicorn
Mei - Gremlin(the irony)
Aizawa - Gorgon
Present Mic - Banshee
Midnight - Incubus/Succubus (will be using the neutral term 'concubus')
Vlad King - Vampire (come on.)
Nezu - Former Witch's Familiar turned Sapient
Eri - Kirin(Unicorn/Dragon hybrid)
Hawks - I need to think of a species name but basically a Cupid type, but now has the job of Grim Reaper
Lady Nagant - Witch(Necromancer), former Grim Reaper
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touya-niisan · 5 months ago
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class is in session 🎓
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roll call: class a class b eraserhead / shouta aizawa vlad king / sekijiro kan denki kaminari eijiro kirishima fumikage tokoyami hanta sero hitoshi shinsou izuku midoriya katsuki bakugo kyoka jiro mashirao ojiro mina ashido momo yaoyorozu neito monoma ochaco uraraka shoto todoroki tenya ida tsuyu asui yuga aoyama
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the teacher's lounge: all might / toshinori yagi midnight / nemuri kayama nezu present mic / hizashi yamada recovery girl thirteen
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todoroki trauma™: enji touya fuyumi natsuo rei shoto the todorokis
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lover's lane: bakudeku (katsuki x izuku) endhawks (enji x hawks) erasermic (shota x hizashi) erasermight (shota x toshinori) dabihawks (toya/dabi x hawks) kiribaku (kirishima x katsuki) miritama (mirio x tamaki) todobaku (shoto x katsuki) tododeku (shoto x izuku) shigadabi (tomura x toya/dabi)
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eraser family: eri aizawa hitoshi shinsou hizashi yamada oboro shirakumo shouta aizawa eraser family (shota, hizashi, eri, and hitsohi)
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hero billboard chart: edgeshot fatgum gran torino hawks (keigo takami) kamui woods mirko (rumi usagiyama) mt. lady
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league of idiots: afo dabigentle criminal himiko toga kurogiri la brava mr. compress overhaul / kai chisaki spinner twice / jin bubaigawara tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura
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additional characters: inko midoriya kota izumi mirio togata nejire hado rody soul & pino tamaki amajiki
misc: au general explicit (suggestive and nsfw posts) videos vigilantes
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kitsunesfandomtime · 10 months ago
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Me writing “Longing for the unattainable”: Inko sees the red flags and goes Bet.
Honestly I love afo x Inko since Inko isn’t in the series it so fun to explore the how they are in a dad for one dynamic. I wish there were more fics that explored it instead of tossing her aside. Like yea died in birdcage but it sets up a lot of reasonings for the dynamic and plot motivations. Not because I don’t like her and hope to explore why he chose her eventually.
“Longing for the Unattainable” is me having fun with their dynamics. And got to say I love it.
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marunalu · 2 years ago
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DFO is going to be so hated by the fandom if it drops
How so? As far as Im aware most part of the fandom is pretty neutral about it and neither likes or dislikes it. Also the japanese fandom likes it too and I even heard that they like the afo x inko ship. The only thing people seem to worry about on the neutral and fan side is how hori will handle it and if it will be a complete mess because of his rushed writing in the moment. But from what I have seen from polls and discussions, most people seem cool enough with it and are ready to give it a chance as long as its not horrible written.
My advice for the people who hate dfo: maybe wait till its done and THEN complain. Who knows maybe you will like it, the same its possible how I as a big dfo fan will hate it if its rushed and has no purpose for the story! Lets wait and see how hori will do it, afterwards there is still time and the chance to rant how bad or good it is!
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