#mt lady x kamui woods

[lesbiansforlucio]

The beloved background ship I hope they live happily ever after

[ferretsarefurryappendagedsnakes]

Wait has no one else thought of the hilarity that would be a throuple between these three? With the likely canon thing of Kamui x Lady and the comedy that would be Midnight x Mt lady I think this would be the funniest combination of dynamics

[roninreverie]

Me specifically during the Season 7 BNHA opening 💜🌳

[spinji]

MHA Cheebs 18/45

More pros!! Idk why but I just really love Eel Boy.

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[lovely-lillies-101]

Birds Don’t Sing.

Sero x f!reader

Birds Don’t Sing Masterlist

01. Fresh

Mentions of: Flashbacks/Past Trauma, Reader has issues, etc.

1k wc.

The conference room was quiet. It wasn't the nice, comforting type of quiet, no. It felt dense and thick,  with tension hanging heavily in the air. All that could be heard was the soft drumming of Sero's fingers against the wooden table. 

 He took a deep breath, gazing over at the blonde seated beside him. He was fidgeting, messing with his fingers while he bounced his knee. Seeing Kaminari anxious didn't help his nerves in the slightest. 

 Meetings like this were never good, especially when it was just him and Kaminari without the other sidekicks. They were probably going to get chewed out for something, but what? He flitted through the possibilities in his head. A patrol gone wrong maybe? Another one of Kaminari's dumb instagram posts blowing up? Or maybe it was the time Kamui Woods caught him playing solitaire on his computer when instead of writing a report. But Sero doubted that he would care enough about that to call a meeting. He hardly even said anything to him when it happened. He just gave him a dirty look and shrugged it off. 

 As if he read his mind, in came Kamui woods, with his coworkers and Sero's other bosses, Mount Lady and Edgeshot. It was rare for all three of them to be together, especially not for a meeting. This was bad. This was really bad. Are they getting fired? 

 "Relax, you're not in trouble." Edgeshot reassured them, sensing their panic. Sero's shoulders dropped slightly, his muscles releasing all the tension and anxiety that had been building up inside. Kaminari let out a small sigh of relief and slumped back into his chair. 

 "We called this meeting because we had some news we wanted to share with you," Kamui chimed in. He picked up the remote from the table, clicking a button that turned the projector on. 

 "In a few days, a new sidekick will be joining you. Her name is-" 

 Mount Lady practically shouted her name, interrupting Kamui and gesturing wildly to the image that flashed on screen behind her. A photo of a beautiful young woman appeared on screen. Sero studied her features, her soft smile and bright eyes, the curve of her face, and her hair style and hero uniform. Kaminari nudged Sero slightly with his elbow, mumbling something about how attractive she was, earning himself an eye roll.

 "She was ranked highly as a sidekick, staying in the top ten consistently and even reaching the top five in her nation. She took a break a few years back but now she'll be joining you guys!" Mount Lady rambled excitedly. It made sense. A popular sidekick will improve their ratings, and it could probably help Sero and Kaminari rank up too. But why were they the first to hear about it? Why not tell everyone at once? He couldn't help but ask. 

 "That's great and all, but why didn't you tell Mineta and Shiozaki?"

 "Since she's going to be your priority. As we mentioned before, she's not from here. She isn't very fluent in Japanese, but you can speak her language, Sero. So, it'll be your responsibility to translate for her." Edgeshot replied,  "From now on, the three of you are going to be a team." 

--

 "We're sorry it had to end this way, but your compliance is greatly appreciated." You stared at the carpeted floor beneath you, refusing to look anywhere else. They were all staring, watching you, their eyes burning through your body. All you could do was sit and listen as the lawyers spoke to you. 

 Everyone knows now. They all know. 

You should be ashamed. You're disgusting. You're a monster. 

 Bright morning light peeked through the curtains, shining on your sheets. It had been at least three days since you left your bed due to your exhaustion from the jet lag. All you wanted to do was sleep, until now, when your stomach is twisting with hunger, the pain becoming almost sickening.

 You eventually got out of bed, but only after the delivery guy dropped your food off at your door. When you picked up the bag, you didn't expect to see a box next to it, addressed to you from your new agency, The Lurkers. Your curiosity outweighed your hunger, and you found yourself opening the box with a pair of scissors. 

 Reaching in, you grabbed the fabric lifting it up and raising it above you to look at. Black as night colored polyester with nylon and copper material, perfect for your quirk. It looked just like what you envisioned, if not better. You turned the body suit to the side, studying the bright yellow streaks and lightning bolts. It was perfect. It was yours. 

 It had been over two years since you last had a hero costume. There had been a time where you never wanted to wear one again. Where just the thought of it made you sick to your stomach and filled with dread. But now, here you were with your very own hero costume, based off your design. It's pure, untouched, perfect, fresh, clean, and new. Like everything is now. 

 You blinked the tears away as you held the costume against your body, hugging it to your chest. This was your chance to start over again. A fresh start. A clean slate. It was just what you needed and you weren't going to take it for granted. You're going to take every opportunity you can get to become the hero you always wanted to be, and nothing is going to hold you back. Not anymore. 

 You grabbed your phone, taking a picture and texting it to your aunt, before setting it down on the table. Before you went to eat, you noticed something left in the box. It was a little slit of paper, with Japanese characters that you couldn't translate inscribed on it. Underneath was a message written in your language. 

"Looking forward to meeting you next week - The Lurkers" 

 You smiled to yourself, feeling hope and excitement flicker in your chest.

[moonstardreamer17]

🏳️‍🌈🌈💖🧑🏼‍🤝‍🧑🏻👭🏻👩🏼‍🤝‍👨🏻 BNHA ships poll batch 2 [not multiple choice, unfortunately]

If you possibly want to try a much longer version of this BNHA ships poll...

I made one on quotev, and it has multiple choices! Please enjoy~ 💜💜💜

[artbysjv]

POV you’re the dorm touchscreen Samsung™️ fridge and Deku is using it to update his Mt. Lady x Kamui Woods fic on Ao3 and Todoroki is giving his input

[thelreads]

Since this Arc is Officially Over and it's been a while since I last did this, how about a Status Update?

Heroes:

Team Endeavour:

No. 1 Endeavour: Alive. Known Abuser.

No.3 Best Jeanist: Alive.

No. 10 Ryuku: Alive.

No. 222 Manual: Alive

Lemillion(Mirio): Alive. Quirk Rewind.

Deku(Izuku): Alive.

Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight(Katsuki): Alive

Shoto: Alive

Nejire: Alive

Ingenium(Iida): Alive

Rock Lock: Alive

Eraser Head(Aizawa): Alive. Amputated Leg.

Gran Torino: Status Pending.

Hospital Raid:

No. 5 Mirko: Alive

No. 6 Crust: DEAD

No. 8 Wash: Alive

No. 411 Mandalay: M.I.A.

No. 411 Pixie-Bob: Alive

No. 411 Tiger: M.I.A.

Backdraft: M.I.A.

Kesagiriman: M.I.A.

Takeshita: M.I.A.

Uwabami: M.I.A.

Ectoplasam: M.I.A.

Thirteen: Alive

Present Mic(Hizashi): Alive

Snipe: M.I.A.

ExLess: DEAD

Body Strength: M.I.A.

Sabre: M.I.A.

Unnamed Hero 1: DEAD

Unnamed Hero 2: DEAD

Omina: M.I.A.

Native: DEAD

Kido: M.I.A.

Mr Brave: M.I.A.

Mansion Raid:

No. 2 Hawks: Alive. Known Murderer/Government Agent.

No. 4 Edgeshot: Alive.

No. 7 Kamui Woods: M.I.A.

No. 9 Yoroi Musha: M.I.A.

No. 12 Gang Orca: M.I.A.

No. 13 Shishido: M.I.A.

No. 23 Mt. Lady: Alive

No. 58 Fat Gum: M.I.A.

Fourth Kind: Alive

Selkie: M.I.A.

Cementoss: Status Pending/Presumed DEAD

Midnight: DEAD

Ms. Joke: M.I.A.

Tsukuyomi(Tokoyami): Alive

Suneater(Tamaki): M.I.A.

Unnamed Snakeman Hero: DEAD

Majestic: DEAD

Mansion Raid Student Team:

Invisible Girl (Toru): Alive

Battle Fist (Kendo): Alive

Emily (Reiko): Alive

Tiger King: Alive

Can't Stop Twinkling (Aoyama): Alive

Cellophane (Sero): Alive

Creati (Momo): Alive

EarphoneJack (Kyoka): Alive

Grape Juice (Mineta): Alive

Pinky (Mina): Alive

Red Riot (Kirishima): Alive

Sugarman (Sato): Alive

Tailman (Ojiro): Alive

Tentacole (Shoji): Alive

Gevaudan (Shishida): Alive

Lizardy (Setsuna): Alive

Mines (Shoda): Alive

Real Steel (Tetsux4): Alive

Vantablack (Kuroiro): Alive

Vine (Ibara ): Alive

Mudman (Honenuki): Alive

Shemage (Komori): Alive

Chargebolt (Kaminari): Alive

Evacuation Team:

Burnin: Alive

Anima (Koda): Alive

Froppy (Tsuyu): Alive

Uravity (Uraraka): Alive

Comicman (Manga): Alive

Funkman: DEAD

Others:

Ragdoll (Tomoko): Quirkless

Mei Hatsume: Location NA

Hitoshi Shinso: Location NA

Death Arms: Alive

All Might (Toshinori Yagi): Retired

Eri: Alive

Vlad King: Location NA

Pony/Monoma/Awase/Kaibara/Kamakiri/Kodai/Tsuburaba/Bondo/Rin: Location NA

Hound Dog: Location NA

Nezu: Alive

Gale Force (Inasa): Location NA

Maboromicamie (Camie): Location NA

Sisicross (Shishikura): Location NA

Kurogiri (Shirakumo): Jail

Stain: Jail

AFO: Alive X2. One is in Jail. The Other is piloting a different body

Overhaul (Chisaki): Jail

Daikaku Miyagi: Alive

Nana Shimura: Still dead

Traitor: Unknown

Villains

Team HandMan:

Tomura Shigaraki(Tenko Shimura): Alive. Possessed

Dabi (Touya Todoroki): Alive. Somehow acquired new hair dye

Compress (Sako): Captured

GigantoMachia: Captured

Toga: Alive. M.I.A.

Spinner: Alive

Skeptic: Alive

Near High Ends: 3 Dead. 7 Alive

Other Villains:

Re-Destro: Captured

Doctor: Captured

Trumpet: Captured

Giran: Alive

“Woman” High End: DEAD

Buu High End: DEAD

Robot High End: DEAD

Elephant High End: DEAD

Chungus Nomu: DEAD

John Chan: DEAD

Mocha: DEAD

Black Tactics Squad:

Twice(Jin): DEAD

Violet Guerrilla Warfare Squad:

Geten: Captured

Carmine Intelligence Squad:

Slidin Go: Captured

Brown Support Squad:

Scar Head: Captured

In Memoriam

Villains:

Johnny 222-261

Mocha 261-261

“Woman” High End 221-269

Buu High End 261-271

Robot High End 261-262

Elephant High End 261-271

Chungus Nomu 261-271

Twice 77-266

Heroes:

Midnight 3-278

X-Less 86-271

Majestic 263-283

Crust 184-271

Snakeman 259-266

Blonde Woman Hero 259-283

Native 50-283

Skull Dragon: 34-296

Death Arms Side Kick 259-273

Bald Monk 258-271 or 272

Black Helmet 272-272

Robot Armour Hero 272-272

FunkMan 274-274

Other nameless heroes

i cant believe i actually typed all that shit out. fucking hell why did i do this to myself? smh

You didn't need to but you did it anyway, for our sake, and for that we're grateful. That's why you're part of the pantheon of top personalities in this blog.

And now, we take a moment of silence for the fallen ones

[crazycat010]

A Wonderful Surprise

Bakugou Katsuki X reader series part 1

part 1, part 2

IN WHICH : Y/n life takes an unexpected turn when she receives a mysterious letter

(spoiler alert) talk of an Orphanage, drama queen AND ironic y/n😎, chaos of the mha facility. (The series will probably be about fem!reader but there aren't any human body references yet, there's only a small talk about hair and freckles.)

word count = 3,289 words

If your personality were to be described in one word, others would probably say cheerful, many would say joyous or altruistic, some may even say sensitive; but if you had to answer the question, right now more than ever, you’d probably just say anxious(it’s one of the only things you didn’t have a hard time deciding what to do or, in this case, say).

Besides, you weren’t not the kind of anxious who has trouble concentrating and panics, or experiences nausea and heart palpitations, or even starts sweating and shaking. No, you had been so lucky as to get the family package, everything included to make sure your life would resemble literal hell.

That’s how you’d found yourself, nervously tapping your foot after the second vomit-stop, while the heroes in front of you, Shinji Nishiya AKA Wood Hero/Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady, were making a terrible attempt at keeping it cool and acting nonchalance.

You were all cooped up in a huge limo, with an anxious you seated in the back, facing the two pro-heroes while the taxi drove the little group on a 6 hour long drive from where you used to live, to THE place of my dreams.

You remembered what had happened as if it was yesterday (well, it in fact had been, yesterday. I’m just trying to fancy it up here). You’d woken up to the beautiful noises of coffee sizzling, birds chirping, kids yelling and screaming while throwing toys at each other and teachers miserably failing at being in control of the situation. It’s not like you hated it there, or maybe you did, but, it just didn’t feel like home. You know where, in basically every lovey-dovey film, in the end, the character always says something, in a voice so high-pitched only cats can hear them, along the lines of: “I don’t care if my house got destroyed; my parents were eaten alive by a dragon and then pooped out of his butthole( yes, I could’ve cut that out and no, I don’t think I ever will). I don’t even care if I don’t have any friends anymore because they were exterminated by the plague with the rest of Earth’s population, or if I lost all of my money because it flew away in the wind with all the chaos and I look like a half-dead raccoon with rabies. As long as I have you, I’ll be fine, because you’re my home!” And then they end up kissing and multiplying like rabbits. Well, this place, others FORCE me to call home, it still hasn’t clicked to me that way, nor do I think it ever will.

After carefully paving your way through the shared bedroom transformed into a landmine, you finally reached the room reserved to meals and important gatherings. There, your ears found relief from the previous chaotic situation. You slowly began sipping on your cup of hot milk, that successfully destroyed your taste buds, making it possible for you to eat the burned toast and undercooked bacon our mistress called breakfast (she had never eaten it since you’d gotten there, which had been quite a while, somewhere in between the 8 and 9 years. Instead she usually treated herself with a whole tray of freshly baked pastries from the pastry shop nearby). You poured the rest of your so-called-breakfast in the garbage bin, which consisted of a couple of kgs of scrambled eggs the chef insisted on making, even though, to nobody’s surprise, they always ended up untouched, as many myths and legends revolved around the stories of the few courageous souls who had tried them.

The only class you had to attend that day was Maths, so you decided to skip it and run off to the gym, as per usual. As if it wasn’t already difficult enough, some geniuses around the world, had decided to replace numbers with letters, successfully ruining your precarious relationship with all kinds of scientific subjects.

After that, you’d go reassure and comfort the new kids and give them small jobs to do to keep them entertained throughout the entire day, for example by making them to some drawings, invent new stories based on the ones you’d told them, or elect them to be your personal helper for your daily tasks.

Finally, you were going help the chef cook lunch. She was indeed a brilliant woman to be around; her quirk was to identify if foods were poisonous or not, nonetheless, people were starting to thing it just stopped working once she started cooking.

You didn’t think much about the afternoon, as it probably would’ve gone by exactly like the morning had, adding a bedtime story for the younger and a scolding for the elder. You weren’t even one of the oldest, yet you had been here the longest and were the mentor for everyone.

You were heading to the bedrooms when the cook stopped you in your tracks, handing you over a letter with teary eyes and a proud smile.

You didn’t often see her so delighted, so, without caring about the letter, you asked: “What got you so happy today?”

“You” She replied, blowing her nose in one of her handmade handkerchief, pointing to the letter you had rapidly forgotten about.

With confusion printed over your freckled face, you took the white envelopment out, checking the sender.

You gasped in shock at the fancy ink writings, as the back of the letter read:

“ From the Hero Academy U.A. Highschool    Musutafu, Japan    To Y/N  Y/LN    Hope Haven All-Girls Orphanage     Tokyo,  Japan ”

OK, what?

What did U.A. Highschool have got to do with you?

You hadn’t been able to even partecipate in the entry test and the school year had already started, so what should I have expected the content of the letter be?

You didn’t know why, but your hands started trembling and your sight became dizzy, making you stumble in your own feet and fall over not-so-graciously.

The letter had fallen out of your hands, while you tried regaining composure, pulling yourself up to your feet in a terrible attempt at masking your previous poor figure.

To not risk making a fool out of yourself again, you took out a chair and sat yourself down rather harshly, impatient to read the letter the cook had already grabbed from underneath the table.

Heavy silence filling the air, you could only feel your heart thumping as you torn avidly the envelopment.

A white piece of parchment fell out into your open palm, neatly folded. You were quick to open it, wanting an explanation about what all this fuss was about.

“ Dear Miss Y/LN,   On behalf of the faculty, staff, and student body of the U.A. High School for Heroes, it is my great honor to officially extend an invitation for your immediate enrollment, effective February 12, 2016. While it is rare for us to accept students mid-academic year, your recent heroic actions have proven beyond a shadow of doubt that you possess not only great power but also the courage and character of a true hero. Two weeks ago, when faced with a threat that endangered your classmates, you demonstrated extraordinary bravery, resourcefulness, and selflessness. You acted decisively to protect others in a situation where most would falter. Such valor embodies the very ideals we seek to cultivate in our students. At U.A. High School for Heroes, you will receive advanced training in heroics, ethics, and combat techniques, as well as the traditional academic curriculum. We are confident that your presence will inspire your peers and contribute to the growth of our school community. Your journey as a hero is just beginning, and we are excited to stand by you as you take these important steps toward becoming the hero you were destined to be. Please find enclosed your class schedule, a list of required materials, and details on the school's orientation for mid-year admissions. Should you have any questions, do not hesitate to contact us.  As your headmistress has informed us, you’d be enthusiast to join our school, so, we’ve decided on our own to arrange the papers and send two of the pro-heroes we work with: Shinji Nishiya AKA Wood Hero/Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady, to pick you up tomorrow morning at 1:00 p.m. and bring you to the High School site. We look forward to welcoming you to campus and witnessing your continued growth and heroism. With great admiration, Nezu Principal, U.A. High School for Heroes ”

Believing it must be a dream, you read the parchment over and over and pinched your cheeks repeatedly until the cook went to immobilize yourself as your place had become redder than a fresh tomato.

Realizing she hadn’t been able to know what the letter was even about, you handed her the piece of paper, unable to form a sentence without mumbling incoherently like a madwoman.

Tears began to flood her cheeks like overflowing rivers in April.

With a pair of strong arms she hugged you, and in the corner you saw your headmistress smiling and nodding, subtly telling you that your biggest dream had really just realized itself and she was secretly proud of your doings.

A mix of emotions hit you hard like a heavy truck going at high speeds and you were finding it difficult to rearrange your minds as chaos had broken out in your mind like a small fire in an expanse of dry grass.

Once the imposing woman had freed you from her bear hug, still unable to properly speak, you went to your room to pack the few things of your property.

You didn’t have many clothes, as you’d always turned down the offer to go out shopping. You were left with the book you were reading, a horror novel from an American writer Stephen King entitled “Shining”; an old collection of fairy tales your parents used to read to you every night; a couple of the Orphanage’s uniforms; some sweatpants, hoodies and t-shirts along with two pairs of shoes, some fancy ballerinas and some everyday overused sneakers; a bag of candy and 4 unfinished notebooks.

The day had been full of tears and goodbyes, nonetheless, you refused to shed a tear, almost as if you were afraid it would’ve made you look weak and the High School would’ve suddenly decided to take back their offer.

The other girls around your age decided to bring you on a last minute shopping-spree, knowing you couldn’t turn down the offer and forcefully made you try on all kinds of sweatpants, jeans, t-shirts, sweaters and skirts.

You let them ‘use’ you as a mannequin, already feeling nostalgic, though you’d arrived with clear ideas on the articles  you would’ve bought: 3 pairs of jeans, 1 pair of gray sweatpants with matching hoodie, 2 other sweaters , 5 t-shirts, a new pair of gloves, even though you usually only wore the right hand one and a tank top you’d let the girls choose. Considering you weren’t going to bring the Orphanage uniforms, you didn’t have that much clothing, but the letter had informed you that once they got your measurements, they would’ve got you their uniform, which you were pretty excited about.

The headmistress had also told you that they had already prepared your dorm room and you didn't have to worry about any expenses, considering your economic and social state.

You hadn’t been able to sleep that night, finding yourself staring at the cracked and moldy ceiling, just like the first days after you’d first arrived her.

It may have not entirely felt like home, but you had still spent almost 10 years of your life in this place, so you knew you were going to miss it anyways, with all its flaws and defects.

You were brought back to reality once you noticed the taxi had fully stopped and the two pro-heroes were watching you curiously while the taxi driver was unloading the bags from the trunk.

You quickly got out of the vehicle, but, right upon setting foot on the ground, you felt like your world was spinning and you grabbed onto to the car, panting and heavy breathing.

Thousands of potential endings flew through your mind, raging like a wild storm. What if nobody liked you there? Did you really deserve to be here? What if there had been an error and the letter was meant for somebody else? What if it was all just a very bad joke? What if you never fit in there? What if…

“Hey kid, are you okay?” Questioned you Mt. Lady, waving her gloved hand in front of your face.

You promptly blinked back all the tears, faking a smile to not worry the hero. “Y-Yeah. ‘M fine. It’s just really big here, even bigger than on tv”

She laughed a bit and ruffled your hair “It sure is.”

In the meanwhile, a golf cart approached the small group, and as the heroes were freed from their job as babysitters, you sat in silence, contemplating your worn out sneakers while you were led to the principal office to meet most of the teaching staff.

They welcomed you kindly, yet the Principal’s words flew in and out of your ears in record time as you found yourself once again on the golf cart, this time directed towards the dorms.

You hadn’t been able to meet your classmates, which you didn’t know if you felt more excited or uneasy about, as night was approaching and you yourself found it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. At least that night flew by quickly, without any dreams or nightmares.

You woke up to your alarm drilling literal holes into your cranium. You pressed your pillow against your ears to find some peace from the excruciating noise, though you soon realized the alarm had been going off for 20 minutes now…what a nice way to start the day!

“Holy Mary mother of God!” You exclaimed, realizing you were not very far from being late your first day.

Yes, you did panic and yes, you forgot to stop the alarm, which continued to ring for another good 15 minutes before you accidentally slammed it against the wall while searching for your phone.

With a fearful look on your face, you ran out of your room, bumping into quite a lot of students. Having missed the shuttle that would’ve brought you to the main High School’s facility, were your new class was awaiting you, you had to make a run for it.

You arrived to the facility just in time and started looking around for your class.

After losing your way a couple of times, a group of girls saw your disoriented look and decided to help you.

The first one to approach you was a short girl, even shorter than you were. She had brown hair cut short in a bob that adorned beautifully her oval face, complementing her big brown eyes.

A pitiful look on her face, she asked you: “Hi, are you lost?”

You simply nodded in response, your throat feeling dry after the sprint.

“We can help you! What’s your name? Mine’s Mina Ashido, nice to meet you!” Exclaimed a pink skinned girl from behind you.

You gasped in shock, not having heard her arrival.

“Calm down Mina, you don’t want to scare her.” Scolded her a taller girl, with long black hair tied neatly in a pony tail and eyes that pierced through your soul like pointy knives.

Feeling surrounded, you panicked even more, only wanting to go back to the Orphanage and bawl your eyes out, cooped up in the cook’s familiar embrace.

An unimpressed girl with small eyes, blue short hair and two peculiar rope thingies attached to her ear lobe rolled her eyes at the confusion, probably just wanting to go to class.

Trying to mask the anxiety up, you responded to the girls initial questions with a meek smile: “Hi! I’m Y/n Y/Ln and yes, I’d really appreciate it if you guys would be kind enough as to show me around. The corridors are never-ending!”

“Happy to help.” Replied cheekily the brown haired girl. “Where do you have to go?”

You showed her your schedule: “It says here I have to go to class 1A, but I can’t seem to find it.”

She gasped cutely, while the other girls looked at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

“But that’s our class! You must be our new classmate! You don’t know how happy we are to have another girl in the group!” Said the girl excitedly.

The pony tail girl intervened: “We are in fact joyous to welcome you in our class, Y/n. I’m Momo Yayorozu and they’re Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui and Toro Hagakure.”

The girls she was referring to each gave you a little wave, while Tsuyu Asui, a green haired girl with big black eyes told you to call her by her given name.

You were confused upon only seeing the clothing of this Toru Hagakure, so Mina reassured you, whispering in your ear: “Toru’s quirk is invisibility.”

Hoping to remember all their names, you followed the group to the opposite side of the facility (Good gracious was it big!), until a little sign informed you you had arrived to the right classroom.

While the other girls entered the classroom calmly, you felt your heart skipping way too many beats, as passing students watched you amused.

Taking a deep breath, you caught up with Mina, who had been by far THE most talkative (not that you didn’t like. As a matter of fact, you preferred listening to her rather than talking yourself).

There weren’t many others in the classroom, so you got seated right next to Ashido, who had previously told you not to worry about the seating arrangements as there were many empty spots prior to your arrival.

Being a few minutes early, you decided to take a check your appeal. You took out of your backpack a small mirror the cook had gifted you two days before; it had been one of the best gifts ever, since it held a picture of you two the first days after you’d arrived. She had been a mother figure to anyone at the Orphanage, but had bonded with you the most, so it had quite saddened you that you wouldn’t have been able to see her for a while unless through a teeny tiny screen.

While Mina talked your ear off about the classmates and the professors, you took a quick glance at your reflection: your cheeks were red from the run and the anxiety caused from being in such a new and different environment, but, thankfully, your high ponytail didn’t look half bad and your long straight brown hair swayed gently as you moved, having been tied firmly.

After swiftly fixing your bangs, you put back your mirror and patiently waited for the professor’s arrival.

All the talking ended the second the door opened. With a graceful and composed expression, you observed professor Aizawa enter the classroom with heavy steps and the same bored look from the meeting the day before.

Without even having reached the teaching post, he said, in a monotonous voice: “As many of you might have already noticed, we have a new student in this class. By now, she must have surely introduced herself to the lot of you, so we’ll head to the track field right now to not waste any time.”

You gulped down, it was a huge favor not having to introduce yourself in front of the whole class, but going to the training fields right now? What did he have planned for you?

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[mha-ship-of-the-day]

The Ship of the Day is:

Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods) x Yu Takeyama (Mt. Lady)

[chocmuffinsscones]

Was looking back the older jump anniversary cover, and couldn't believe I missed out these 2 cute pairings at the side ><

Love how kamui wood's half reaching hand almost looks like he's gonna princess carry mt. Lady. And that she herself managing her balance by holding his thigh?! That's so adorable! x)

Then there's the yet to be canon couple kuromori, comfortably holding and supporting each other

[touya-niisan]

class is in session 🎓

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

the teacher's lounge: all might / toshinori yagi midnight / nemuri kayama nezu present mic / hizashi yamada recovery girl thirteen

todoroki trauma™: enji touya fuyumi natsuo rei shoto the todorokis

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)

eraser family: eri aizawa hitoshi shinsou hizashi yamada oboro shirakumo shouta aizawa eraser family (shota, hizashi, eri, and hitsohi)

hero billboard chart: edgeshot fatgum gran torino hawks (keigo takami) kamui woods mirko (rumi usagiyama) mt. lady

league of idiots: afo dabigentle criminal himiko toga kurogiri la brava mr. compress overhaul / kai chisaki spinner twice / jin bubaigawara tomura shigaraki / tenko shimura

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

[thesakuragarnet]

Separate Ways (PHOENIX ONESHOT)

Summary: Rumi Usagiyama throws her 20th birthday party at the karaoke club. (A fluff oneshot from my PHOENIX AU)

Tags: fluff, Hero!Dabi, established DabiHawks, Mirko X Ryukyu, Kamui Woods X Mt Lady, suggestive themes, swearing, drinking, alternate universe, lip sync battle, dancing, silly

Word Count: 758 words

AO3 link

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“Come onnnnn! Somebody go first!” Rue drunkenly snickers with her arm draped around Ryuko. We’d rented out the entire karaoke bar for Rumi’s birthday party; it was just me, Rue, Kei, Shinji, Fuyumi, Ryuko, and Yu. Everyone was pretty tipsy already, with the exception of Keigo and Yumi. The birthday girl had decided she wanted to judge a lip sync battle and dance competition, so, naturally, we were all forced to comply. No one wanted to step up and be the first to embarrass themselves.

Keigo suddenly gets up from the bar and struts over toward the stage, leading Rue to gleefully cheer for her best friend. He grabs the remote and begins flipping through songs in the queue, watching them zip by on the screen until, finally, he lands on “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” by Journey. He spins on a dime and makes direct eye contact with me, and I roll my eyes. My little sister elbows me in the side, and, soon, everyone is chanting:

“TOYA! TOYA! TOYA!”

“Come on. The song is long, we’ll only do through the first chorus,” Keigo concedes. I give in, shaking my head as I hop up from the barstool and walk toward Keigo, who hands me a fake microphone as he grabs another one. 

“This is stupid,” I mutter, but Kei just beams at me. 

“Why? Don’t think you can keep up? Won’t put on a show for Rumi?” He pouts mockingly, and I snort. 

“In your dreams, Featherhead,” I wink at him as the stage lights dim, and Fuyumi changes them to red and blue colors as we stand back to back, and I take a deep breath. We’re both just completely winging this, I guess. As soon as the solo synth cords begin to play, Keigo struts around to face me, almost patronizingly dragging his hand down the side of my face before he turns his back to me and starts grinding on me as the guitar and drums kick in. I blink for a second before I become absorbed in the bit and the music, swaying my hips to match his, and I hear Rue wolf-whistling to my chagrin. The repetitive synth changes, and I dramatically push away from him, deciding to go with the theme of the song. We circle each other, eyes locked in fake death stares, and I try not to smile at how good Kei’s acting is. He got record high scores in the Presentation course, and it shows.

“Wooo! Don’t stop the burlesque show!” Rue cackles, and I bite back a laugh, focusing on Keigo as we stop circling. He angrily lip syncs the first two lines like a scorned lover, pointing accusingly at me. I roll my eyes, acting like I couldn’t care less before I mouth the next two lines, taking deliberate steps closer to him. 

“Booo! Toya’s holding back! He’s not dancing for real!” My little sister heckles, and Keigo begins stalking forward to meet me in the middle of the stage. The distraction makes us both waver, and we hear the music playing:

“Feeling that it’s gone could change your mind. If we can’t go on to survive the tide, love divides!”

In a snap, I snatch Keigo’s hand, putting the other one around his waist as I pull him towards me, and, as the chorus begins, we start to tango down the stage. I spin him and pull him back in before he can react, and his eyes go wide as I smile deviously. Once the words “separate ways” echo through the speakers, I release his hands, and we both drop them to our sides as we still dance with only mere millimeters between each other. I lean back as I walk backward while he walks toward me, leaning forward ever so slightly, and the tension is tangible. After a few beats, we switch, and I’m leaning closer to him as he leans back. Before he can straighten up again, I grab him and sweep him off his feet, holding him up by his waist and spinning him around and around before bringing him back down as the song fades out. We’re both breathing hard as I press my forehead to his, and he stares up at me with a triumphant smirk. Rumi, Ryuko, Shinji, and Fuyumi cheer. 

“C’mon, Yu! We can beat that,” Shinji slurs, grabbing his girlfriend’s hand and pulling her up to the stage. 

“In your dreams, Splinterface,” I taunt, shooting a look at Shinji before Keigo and I return to our seats.

[power-house-fan12]

Adults version of my list of shippings first will start of with heroes and same thing applies I'll be only using their hero names

Eraserhead X Tempest Storm (mine)

Present Mic X Noir (mine)

Econplasm X Paperback (Prmths.c)

Snipe X Sheepherdress (mine)

13 X Hourmoon (mine)

Fatgum X Gizpunk (mine)

Mt lady x Kamui woods (possibly canon)

Cementoss X chikara (Palettepainter 101)

Gang orca X Mors (miphza_)

Gunhead X Vega rise (mine)

Selkie X Moria ( miphza_)

Miruko X Taurus (mine)

Hound dog X Bunny chan (miphza_)

Vlad King X Viper (mine)

Manual X Ace of spades (mine)

[shippingcrumbs]

this!!! is so cute!!!

[originaldouble]

Some other fan kids i thought of

Kiribaku's hair is dyed and mountwoods hair is sakuras trees