#mha oc

[theameba1436]

Wesley has a weird thing of acting over sweet and fake and he will wear a big fake smile when he talks while he keeps his eyes wide open. Sometimes not even blinking. This will even happen when he is wearing a mask as well.

how does your oc act around authority figures? same as with everyone else, more defiant, more polite...?

[vampducki]

More old art

High school (chibi) Toshi & Setsuko ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

[gravphobia]

Ouhhhhh magazine cover for my pro hero girly

Alt version under :3

This version would fit a magazine cover more maybe

[foxxieskies]

Hawks daughter… her name is Ume, she has a barn owl mutation quirk and she followed Hawks around like a lost puppy until he adopted her

[laurence--l]

If only he hadn't previously fumbled 😞

Fantastic 4 comic redraw

[vinni-dragon]

New BNHA OC portrait

I forgot to post his sketch page on here but here's a fun lil portrait thing I did

His name is Shinka and uhhh he likes apricots

[kasha-an]

strange how that is

[cheesecvlt]

sketchbook things

[theameba1436]

Wesley keeps a secret that he likes romantic books and that he has a sex life. The only reason he could think he does this is because of how he was raised and that he had to be perfect all the time when he was younger and perfect people didn't talk about anything tacky.

what's one silly thing your oc keeps a secret?

[with-my-calamitous-love]

HE SAW FOREVER SO HE SMASHED IT UP

katsuki bakugou x reader

the times bakugou broke your heart

heavily inspired by mbobhft

1) the denial

“are we breaking up?”

“…yeah.”

“oh.”

his reasons made sense. he had a job, a goal, a burning drive to prove himself as the best. he was burnt out, his fingers worked to the bones. he couldn’t give you not just what you wanted, but what you needed. and that killed him more than it did you.

it made sense. the gears turned. the writing was on paper. like almost everything he did, it worked out. of course it worked out for katsuki bakugou- he’s the best.

it wasn’t all that set in stone for you, however.

he could have given you a million more reasons before the tears spilled. “i’m an asshole.” true. “i don’t treat you right.” fair. “you deserve so much fuckin’ better, [y/n.]” yeah, he was right.

but you always liked to challenge the acceptable.

at first, it didn’t hit you as hard as you thought it would. you walked through your room, too numb to pay mind to the tears that rolled down your cheeks, and silently packed up his sweaters into a box. the necklace he gave you, the ‘k’ pendant, came off your neck like a butterfly lands on a branch, knowing that its death is inevitable and doing nothing to stop it.

at night, you cried, and cried, and cried. you called him about 27 times. he never answered. he texted you to make sure you were okay, but your tear-blurred eyes kept you from seeing the keyboard clearly. you left him on seen and prayed that he was worried, prayed that his heart would explode at your lack of an answer, prayed to god that he would come over just to check on. suffice to say your prayers were left unanswered.

you thought he’d call. but he didn’t. but your soul remained devoted, eyes glued to your phone screen and hands shaking. he has to call. he has to tell you goodnight. he has to tell you that you’re an idiot. he has to tell you he loves you. he’s going too, idiot.

right?

2) the anger

if he wanted you dead, why didn’t he just say?

your heart burned for anger. for salvation. for revenge. you knew katsuki bakugou knew anger well, but he had no idea the way your soul flared like a whole new depth of hell.

you laid in bed, awake, eyes excruciatingly drive from crying your tear ducts may as well have been burnt off. memories of him haunted your brain while your fists tightened.

you regretted giving him your heart. your love. your late nights and early mornings. your fights, your passions, your 2ams and your smiles. you hated the way you let him draw the laughter out of you, how he showed parts of himself to you he had never shown anyone.

and those little things that made up your love, he was going to use on someone else. you knew it.

he was going to cook them his special fried rice his mom taught him how to do. he was going to teach them how to punch because he doesn’t want them to get hurt- something he did for you. he was going kiss them how he kissed you, love them in a way that should have only been you.

but he shouldn’t. in fact, he should look back at what you had, and regret every. single. thing. he did to let is end. he should regret everything he didn’t do to keep you. he should burn alive from guilt. scream. cry. fight for his life while his body is doused in gasoline. attempt miserably to tear the fire off his skin while it burned him to a crisp. he should die screaming.

he should deserved it, after all. because he heard your screams, and put his headphones on.

3) the bargaining

please. you wailed. who do i have to talk to? what do i have to do to get him back!?

you suddenly thought of so many scenarios in your head, scenarios fuelled by false hope. things you’d do to kiss him one last time, to hold him, to love him and be loved by him. you’d dry the ocean water. you’d turn stones into gold. you’d bring him to heaven and back. you’d get out of bed. you’d compromise more. you wouldn’t forget to kiss him. you’d love him. you’d love him so much harder. please.

suddenly everything seemed possible. if someone answered your calls, if someone made a deal with you, you’d offer up everything. you were sure you’d place everything on the line for him. you want it all back- his yelling, his snark, his nicknames, his attitude, his everything- no, your everything. you’d pluck out your own eyes for his red ones, or your heart for his heroic soul that loved you brighter than anyone else. being loved by katsuki bakugou was something you wouldn’t trade for anything- turns out you couldn’t trade it either.

4) the depression

everything smelled like him. your sheets blossomed into his sweet, burnt scent, the one that he’d leave behind whenever he slept over simply because he left you. all your jackets felt like his chiseled arms, wrapped around you as if you’d be gone in a moments notice. his voice was everywhere. the songs on the radio, the words you read on your phone, and the memories that played like your favourite movie soundtrack.

you wondered if he knew you couldn’t get out of bed. sometimes you imagined him calling your ass lazy, and then dragging you out of bed with a kiss to your forehead and a breakfast he cooked for you. maybe then you’d rip off the sheets and face the day. but right now, your bed was the only place you could mourn.

it was cruel, in a sense. letting you fall in love with him only to leave. letting you fall in love with his stupid smug smirk, his laugh, his teasing, his anger, his unreasonable handsomeness, his millions of pet peeves and trigger words, his clinginess, his distance, his days and nights, ups and downs, his hate and love all tied into one. he made you love him, knowing you would never get to love another katsuki bakugou.

5) the acceptance

acceptance was bakugou realizing how badly he fucked up.

part 2 soon!

[blondieeu]

prom. bakugou k

“remember this one babe?”

on a night where katsuki gets home from work a little earlier from work, you always make sure to cook dinner since it was a rare thing that happened and it gave you the opportunity to eat as a family that day.

it’s before your daughter bedtime so she’s sitting on the couch watching tv, while you and your husband slow dance in the kitchen to some song that played when you went to prom together all those years ago.

“oh!—katsuki!”

you laughed, throwing your arms around his neck as he spun you around before pulling your body back into his arms.

your daughter laughed as she watched her father spin you around like you weighed nothing, clapping to the beat of the music.

katsuki couldn’t help but think about how worth it it was— to risk his life every time he leaves the house just to provide a nice life for his family, and to be able to come back to a warm plate of food everytime he was done.

it was on nights like these that made everything worth it.

blondieeu xx

[heraxic]

bnha sona/oc

[standreamy]

I didn't decide a lot on my izuocha kiddos au but this much is sure. Deku would cry. A lot.

[theghostshost]

BNHA Delinquent Days

Meeting the local senior

[theclassiccherry]

I’ll say it since no one else has:

we got the ending my mha before GTA 6

[novaneondream]

Girl dad things