#shin writes mha

[aangelkeii]

FUUUUCCKK YEAAAAAHHHH! i'm doing a kinktober, fellas. listed below are 23 days of the nasty shit yall go crazy for. special thanks to my girlfriends for guiding me through these choices, giving me recs, being sexy, etc.

i know these aren't freaky like some of you would expect, but once again, PROUD KINK SHAMER! some of these lists are absolutely disgusting, so i had to make my own. ENJOY!

wanna be a part of the taglist? reply to this post or send through my requests! (with your user ofc)

₊⊹ 1. Shotgunning - Aki Hayakawa

₊⊹ 2. Mutual Masturbation - Dabi

₊⊹ 3. Cock Warming - Kenma Kozume

₊⊹ 4. Hand Kink - Shin (Delayed - Technical Difficulties)

₊⊹ 5. Lingerie - Eijirou Kirishima

₊⊹ 6. Phone Sex - Jin Bubaigawara

₊⊹ 7. Trying Not To Get Caught - Issei Matsukawa

₊⊹ 8. Mirrors - Satoru Gojo

₊⊹ 9. One Night Stand - Kuroo Tetsuro

₊⊹ 10. Oral Fixation - Touya Todoroki

₊⊹ 11. Caught - Keigo Takami

₊⊹ 12-19. BREAK (to repent, yk?)

₊⊹ 20. Sex Ban - Keigo Takami

₊⊹ 21. Frottage - Daichi Sawamura

₊⊹ 22. Lace/Leather - Dabi

₊⊹ 23. FWB - Suna Rintaro

₊⊹ 24. Formal Wear - Aki Hayakawa

₊⊹ 25. Marking - Keigo Takami

₊⊹ 26. Mask Kink - Jin Bubaigawara

₊⊹ 27. No Hands - Tomura Shigaraki

₊⊹ 28. Cunn - Tamaki Amajiki

₊⊹ 29. Voice Kink - Toge Inumaki

₊⊹ 30. Sensory Deprivation - Shouta Aizawa

₊⊹ 31. ;) - Katsuki Bakugou

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[number1villainstan]

Kurono: So, I think that you could most effectively long-distance kill a gang by dropping a poison gas bomb into the middle of their hypothetical base, but Kai thinks we couldn't find a good poison that would both be quick-acting and cause little collateral damage. He says it'd just be best to collapse the base's load-bearing walls. What do you think, Nemoto? Poison gas, right? Nemoto: I think I want to put you both in a room with a one-way mirror and study you.

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

omg omg orchid with shin nemoto ♡ ?! please, i beg of you, write it and my life is yours !!! < 33

cw: Yandere Themes, Allusions to Stalking, Kidnapping, Gaslighting Undertones, Delusional Behavior, Drugging / Allusions to Drugging, Sound Torture, Slight NSFW Themes Near the End, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Themes Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Read at your own discretion! 18+ Only!

author's note: It was a little hard to think of an idea for him, but I definitely think this prompt fits him really well. I hope you enjoy! REQUESTS ARE OPEN—CHECK PINNED POST FOR MORE INFORMATION. This prompt was from "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" and can be found here . I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

PROMPT: Orchid (Love, Beauty): "My, you’re breathtaking. Your beauty needs to be cherished.”

word count: Approximately 1.8k.

Ringing.

It’s squealing, a tuning fork that’s being struck with one too many notes. A scale, no, there’s too many of those, they all coagulate. They’re getting higher, ascending and descending, and there’s a fleeting muteness that begins to blanket your hearing, but the frequency grows in pitch. An orchestra that’s lost its director, a baton that’s swung a little too far to the left until the tempo is a slur between legato and staccato, between forte and piano. More instruments join, but it’s followed by the scratchiness of your throat, of the sticky dryness you feel whenever you smack your lips and wearily attempt to crack the shells of your eyes.

Is this a bad dream? You’re sifting through the wafting darkness, through the twisting ties, the yellowjackets that are digging their tiny fists into the folds of your ears, the ringing a buzzing, the ringing a reality. There’s crusted gunk lining your eyes, a distinct hissing whenever the lids peel apart. The feeling makes you sick, the sounds in your head make you queasy and you gag softly.

But your eyes finally open before they immediately close again.

Blinding white light, the beams of a million angry suns staring with disappointment into every single thought you’ve ever had. It’s relentless, their eyes still in your headlights. You can’t comprehend it, so you turn your head, a snail that’s stuck within its own filth, and that’s when you realize everything is stiff. A gentle cough, something with no meaning behind it, finds range in your throat but you let more slip before you attempt to open your eyes again. This time, more white, but it’s not as terrible. You’re able to blink, to extend the shots of your vision until you see everything. And when you look,

more white.

It’s everywhere—all over the ceiling, the walls, the floors, the lights, the bed, the clothes hanging loosely off of your body.

For a second, you don’t feel a thing. Stunned, but you can’t help but gaze down at your body, at the gown that puddles against the bed. When did you put this on? It’s your first thought, but then your second thought is When did I get here? It’s like you’re in a hospital room, a confined one with padded walls and a bulky mechanical door. A mental hospital? You don’t remember ever feeling quite unwell enough to be locked in a place like this. Why are you here? How did you get here?

Suddenly, a voice.

It’s crunchy, static, and you can tell that it’s coming from speakers hidden from sight. Your eyes stay the same, no saucers, but your head casually lolls around to find out where the speakers are. Why would they be hidden? Are they not white like everything else? Why do you feel so sluggish? Why can you barely move? Your fingers twitch and your toes curl, but that’s all you can do.

“It’s terrific to see that you’re awake, my dear. You look quite fetching.”

The voice sounds smooth, but strangely shy, but it’s deep in a way that makes your heart clench. It sounds like it’s trying to be sensual, but you can’t feel any attraction in your blood.

“I’m surprised that you’re not panicking, though you’ve always been so collected and put-together. Or, well, perhaps the sedatives haven’t worn off yet. No matter, I’m sure you’re curious as to why you’re here?”

Yes, you are. The word sedatives registers in your brain, but there’s not an ounce of dread nibbling its way into your endocrine. It’s just there, hovering, and you wonder why someone would sedate you. Did you do something dangerous to yourself? That has to be why you’d need to be sedated. You nod.

“Of course. My lovely, you’re here simply because I couldn’t handle not having you anymore.”

Your head turns to the left fully, angled down. The voice is tucked away within the juxtaposition of the walls, in the ceiling. With a squint, you noticed there’s a strange lumpy shape. Painted white, the speaker must have been painted white and you wonder if that’s the same with the camera the voice must surely be watching you through.

“It was eating me alive! So many other people were gazing upon you, treating you like an object—not as a divine being worthy of praise and admiration! I couldn’t stand it. I knew I needed to do something about it.”

What is this voice talking about? You think it’s delusional. You think the voice should be where you are, should be the one wearing the gown, should be the one free from undergarments. Yes. Why is this gown the only thing on your body? Did the voice undress you? Did it reach through the walls, through those pillows guarding your chambers, just to pluck each article of clothing off of you gently before resting the gown upon your shoulders? Things are getting blurrier, and you’re struggling to stay awake. Maybe the sedatives haven’t quite left your system. You wonder if that’s going to remain like that.

“I brought you here. And look at you, just laying so sweetly across the bed sheets. Ahhh. My, you’re breathtaking. Your beauty needs to be cherished. Can’t you see? That’s why I had to have you with me!”

Who is this voice? It sounds familiar, but you can’t grasp the fleeting thoughts. You want to ask, but nothing comes out whenever you manage to unzip your lips and gasp on frosty air. It’s so cold here. Gooseflesh starts to bud down every whisker of your skin, makes you shudder and your teeth begin to very carefully chatter. Things are coming back to you, like how the sheets underneath your palms aren’t really soft at all, just feel like a stiff canvas. It smells weird in here, zesty lemon that makes you nearly gag again. And then the ringing, that ringing. Is it coming from the lights? From those suns that haven’t cast their derision away?

“I see that you’re trying to speak. I’m positive I know what you want to ask. Yes, you do know me. I’ve been behind you for so long, trying to restrain myself because I didn’t want you to be afraid of me.”

Behind you?

“I fell in love with you at first sight. You were so gentle, so perfect, and I couldn’t find a single flaw within you. No matter how many times I tried to get the truth from you, your answers never changed. You’re so genuine! Ohhh, my dearest, I have to admit that perhaps I’m just a tad obsessed with you.”

Everything is starting to collapse in, and your eyes are getting wider. They’re evading into moons, they’re finding eternities that make you wonder if every molecule in you is shifting, realizing, and you think you can finally make your knees bounce. Oh, no. The drugs drinking into your streams are still present, still making it hard to breathe, but it’s finally settled within your frail mind that I need to get out of here—How do I get out of here?

“Ahhh, I can see that you’re starting to get scared. I understand! Truly! But there’s no need to worry, you’re in safe hands here. You’ll only be held in this room until you learn to return my affections.”

Finally, clenching, spitting, retching, you ask in shattered glass,

“W— … Who are you?”

A chuckle, so so so so soooo teasing. It makes heat blossom behind your eyes and your belly tight.

“It hurts that you haven’t been able to tell after the sedatives have mostly disappeared, but I suppose the quality of this speaker isn’t the best. Oh, well. You might remember me as Nemoto Shin.”

Nemoto Shin. Nemoto Shin. Nemoto Shin.

You’re gasping, or attempting to, and the struggle renews. Yes, you remember Nemoto. He was a creep that followed you around in public. He liked to hover around you, liked to follow you, liked to randomly appear in the same places as you. He liked to blame your encounters on chance, liked to say it was fate. He trapped you in conversations, trapped you into getting coffee, trapped you into situations that meant you couldn’t leave his presence and had to always speak to him, talking, watching. He liked to find ways to awkwardly place his hands on your arms, on your hands, on your shoulders, the pads of his fingers brushing against the back of your neck. He was a freak. And you couldn’t shake him off of your tail no matter what. He always found a way. Always. And you’re starting to really wake up and smell the roses, and you’re crying. Tears are rolling down the apples of your face, and you realize that you still can barely move, frozen in time.

“The way you squirm! You must remember me. Are you as elated as I am? That must be why you’re crying—tears of joy, ohh, how exciting. That means you might not even have to be in this room for that long!”

You want to scream, but everything’s happening so fast, and you don’t understand how your life can flip upside down, just a short story, brevity, and you’re trying to slice your legs open like you were a baby bird flapping its wings. It doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.

“I’ve prepared something to make this process slightly easier! It’s a song! A song of every single word you’ve ever said to me. Every hello, goodbye, every gasp, stutter, all of the times you spoke too fast and accidentally stumbled over your saliva! Every little sound you’ve made whenever I’ve been with you. It’s so adorable, so invigorating. If you can see how you sound in my presence—your coyness, the way you tremble underneath my gaze as if you wanted me just as badly as I wanted you but were too demure and nervous to show me how you felt! Oh, it makes me throb. Enough talking, I need you to be in my arms now. “

There’s a click.

“Just listen intently! Focus! Feel your love for me and let it consume you! I need you—I need you! I need you, dear, you must need me back!”

A scratch, a turntable, and then, your voice, loud and consuming, terrifying, layered, textured, and it’s gross, too human, and you’re finding that perhaps you can hear the clawing and yelling finally escaping the confines of your lungs. It burns, burns, burns, and you can hear the shock and hesitance in your every word, but it’s too late, too late, too late, and Nemoto Shin speaks one last time—

“Soon, dearest! Soon you’ll be mine and that voice will be just for me to hear.”

Your voice smothers his, blending as one, and you’re left reaching for the speaker.

[moron-hassaikai-and-more]

Overhaul: has anyone seen a thesaurus? I seem to have lost mine.

Chrono: no

Nemoto: no

Mimic: no

Setsuno: nay.

Overhaul: alright-….I’m gonna ask that question again.

[l13]

I just saw someone ask if you write for MHA. And girlie. Holy fuck. All Might, like the man is built as fuck but also kind of a loser. If you get my drift? Like yeah he’s this awesome hero, but the man is old, alone and kinda a dork.

I wanna be the young thing that saunters into his life and rides him until he’s begging me to stop. Wanna take lunch to him at work, all cute and lovey and wifey, then lean in to let him know I’m not wearing panties but I do have a vibrator. That man would explode, in more ways than one, and be a constant blushing awkward mess.

Thoughts?

this is exactly how i picture all might as well! we can share him and then he could have 2 controversial young gfs<33

so sorry that this doesn't contain any actual smut tho:(

CW: NSFW 18+, MDNI!!!, f!reader, age gap, lazy ass writing, not proofread

He's a dilf but he's the touch-starved kind, the 'i haven't fucked someone in a long time' type, the one that you'll make a pussy enthusiast in just a couple of weeks, type<3

'cause at first he'd be reluctant y'know. Not only were you younger, but you were soooo out of his league (or so he thought). The prettiest thing he'd ever seen, really. And when you bluntly told him that you're interested in getting to know him better, he'd frowned a bit. He wanted to outright laugh at your words, but he didn't want to seem rude.

Poor man thought you were making fun of him so he tried to let you down gently, saying smth like “If it weren't for the age gap..” “You'll find someone younger, someone better, I'm sure.” and you'd faltered, apologizing for bothering him and scurrying off, embarrassed that you'd misjudged the situation

but then you kept running into him at your favorite coffee shop, politely engaging in small talk every time, and one day you didn't fail to notice how his gaze on you, lingered. How his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, down to your cleavage, and back up again. It was so quick that you thought your mind was playing tricks on you but then he cleared his throat hurriedly, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement, and you knew.

“Say.. y'wanna sit with me for a bit?" second time's the charm right?

You watched as his eyes widened slightly, “Well, I was- I'm actually busy right now-”

“Just twenty minutes, I promise,”

And Yagi quickly realized that he couldn't say no to you. So he gave a small nod, his eyes crinkling as he smiled softly, “Twenty minutes,”

He never in his life thought he was going to be put in this situation, and looking back at it, he'd never be able to prevent it anyway. Because just after 10 minutes of you sitting and laughing at his stupid jokes, he'd felt a nudge just under his knee, and he'd pulled his leg back instinctively, not being able to drag his gaze from the way your eyebrows furrowed prettily, “What's wrong?”

He shook his head, chuckling at his pathetic behavior “It's-” but then as he glanced under the table he saw your bare foot, save for the white stockings you wore, inching closer to his shin, and he snapped his eyes to yours, a shiver running down his back when he saw the look in your eyes- the mock concern masking the devilish glint quite well. “..nothing. Nothing's wrong I-” he trailed off as he felt your foot trailing up higher and Jesus Christ- when did you even take off your shoes?

Yagi let out another strained chuckle, looking around the small cafe, when he felt your foot on his plush thigh, making him jump. His hand shot down to grasp your foot reflexively, his jaw clenching as he locked eyes with you again. “What do you think you're doing?” he'd leaned a bit over the table to whisper to you, and you did the same, your head lazily resting on the palm of your hand as you pouted, “Let go of me, Yagi.”

He did as he was told immediately, and a part of him felt guilty, even when he'd done nothing wrong. “I'm sorry- but I just-”

Of course you shouldn't have let her go, you idiot. Did you think she was just gonna stop? He chides himself in his head because he can't do anything else. Because the foot that's pressing against his hard cock is clouding his judgement and he can't think of something to do.

A grunt escapes him when you rub him slightly over his dress pants, his hand coming up to cover his mouth, eyes still locked on yours. “You planned this didn't you?” you smile at that, your pretty lips closing around the straw of your drink as you take a sip, your foot pressing against his bulge harder.

Your gaze was trained on his hand, the one that was clutching the table with all its might (haha, get it), and you followed along the veins of his hand, up his forearms, to the point where they got lost under his shirt, the sleeves rolled up at his elbows. You licked your lips as you ran your eyes over his arms next, eyes hooded at the way the material of his shirt hugged his taut muscles. Finally, you looked up at him, enjoying the droplet of sweat falling down his temple, “I don't know what you mean,”

And Yagi knew he was fucked.

 ‹𝟹

Months later, you saunter over to Yagi’s office, pretty summer dress swirling as you walk, Yagi's lunch packed with a cute little bow on top, in hand. You knock on his door, not waiting for him to answer before you’re pulling the door open, walking in and pushing it closed behind you. Yagi’s eyes snap to your figure, one eyebrow raised, his gaze immediately softening once he realizes who you are, “Princess? What are you doing here?” 

You grin at him giddily, walking closer to his desk as he takes off his glasses running a hand down his face before he’s looking up at you with tired eyes- the corner of his lips quirking up despite his exhaustion.

“Brought you lunch-” his heart swells in his chest, pushing his chair back as he stands and walks around the table to stand in front of you, bending down to give your lips the softest kiss, his hand caressing your cheek. “You didn’t have to, pretty.”

“I wanted to. Besides, I missed you so much Toshi,” he coos down at your words and plants another kiss on your forehead, “I know sweetie, ‘m gonna be home in a few hours, yeah? Then I’ll be all yours,”

“But I need you, now.” you pout, hands coming up to rest on his pecs, fingers sliding under the collar of his shirt to play with his blond chest hairs, and you bite back a smile at the tiniest shiver he gives. “Sweetheart..” before he can say anything else you’re clutching his hand and pulling him with you, pushing him back to sit on his office chair again, and he’s looking up at you, bewildered.

Then you’re trailing a hand from your thigh up to your belly, only you’re slowly lifting your dress as you go. His jaw goes slack once his eyes are met with your bare, glistening pussy, his neck turning red. You whimper, circling your hips around nothing, dropping your other hand to rub two fingers aaall over your folds, gathering up your slick on your fingers. “See? Told you I need you,”

And Yagi can't complain when you push your wet fingers in his mouth, his moan getting muffled as he stares at you with half lidded eyes, his already hard cock twitching at the sight of you, all pretty and ready for him<3

2023 © l13 | Do not steal, copy, edit, translate or re-post any of my works.

[sleepwalkersqueen]

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Gorgeous

Inspired by "Fear of you" written by @sleepwalkersqueen

Note: Hello! I am very new to all of this posting stuff on tumblr so I hope this will be received atleast okay. But considering how nice most people are here I think it is safe in a way(atleast I hope so). And my first little story is a fanfiction for a fanfiction. Since I still have an absolute brainrot from the story "Fear of you" from @sleepwalkersqueen and it kinda kicked me out of my writersblock that I had for... Like 5 years? So yeah that is hopefully ending now.

Disclaimer: mentions of torture, english is not my first language, mention of mutilating, mention of psychological abuse

Summary: Howashi Amayas first thoughts while meeting with Takami Shinyo back in Tartarus for the very first time.

The moment I walked into the tiny cell my breath stopped and it felt like it may never return again. Leaving my lungs hollow just like my heart felt since forever.

Not because the whites from the walls and ceiling that looked clearer than the clouds in the sky, with the harsh lights from the room that burned my eyes. It wasn't the smell of something rotting away aswell. Or even how tense the room felt when I stepped into it, a pair of eyes glaring at me.

It was the colour of the sun going down in the horizon. The sky that turned this golden orange making everything feel peaceful and free. The sun that held this ruby colour one could sink into. Like the most beautiful reddest strawberry one could eat.

A red richer than a rose but just as many thorns.

Sharp eyes that looked way too clear for being forced to stay here in the most high security prison in the world, Tartarus.

If it weren't for the eyebags forming under his eyes I would have thought he might aswell just be a doll, too perfect and pretty for a human.

His golden hair that looked a little too sticky to be clean still hold something so beautiful it reminded me of the fukuroda falls.

And yet all this thinking about how good he looks made this scene even more absurd.

The silvery metal that covered half of his face, like a biting dog that needed a muzzle. His hands tightly held by heavy chains. Strapped onto some weird chair that doesn't let you sit but instead forced you to stand. No comfort in being a prisoner.

The beautiful red that was behind his back were pierced with metal rods and more chains. I could smell the never ending blood that came out of the pierced parts of the rods. How rotten it smelled, like a bird at the side of the road that was hit one too many times with a car.

A caged bird. A caged dangerous bird that for some reason made the most dangerous villain in this facilty look like they are weaker than this kicked chicken. They were stronger than him.

Takami Shinyo, imprisoned for theft and taunting a hero on duty. Multiple tax evasions, smuggling and so much more I can't remember.On his file was written he killed people but that was never able to be proven, for now.

Since he was captured by the No. 2 hero Endeavour he behaved god right awful. He only ever gives snarky comments and made the most hilarious awful bird puns. He fighted off any guard at any given moment and he even bit someones finger off that later was never found and so the poor lad lost it forever. He refused to eat and drink properly resulting in having to force feed him, that also explained why he bit off the finger, the guards lost their humanity just like all the prisoners afterall.

But even if he would have behaved any better I can't even blame him. Being tortured and having to endure the panic of mock executions surely messes with ones head even if he did that since day one.

Now I even had to start questioning why I am here in the first place, why I agreed to be here.

Perhaps deep down it was because Endeavour has been trying really hard to get one of the people involved with Takami-San out of this floor and I felt pity. Him trying to find someone that would be a better person for the position in his eyes. Resulting in him interviewing the entire facilty staff before he saw me walking around at the higher floors and ultimately decided I was good enough, atleast in his words and with the few words we shared with each other. Even though I was not a guard but a therapist but that seemed to make him even more sure. Laughing and telling me how much of a lost course he is, still finding it a good opportunity to break his soul more, what a cruel hero.

And now here I was standing, staring at the chained man that I only saw once at another time. Flying in the sky like a free bird. Not caring what anyone might think about a mutant using their powers they have since birth. How admirable.

If I could go back to that moment, before everything else started to go down hill. How he escaped the highest security prison to ever exist and how he tortured Iwamashi maybe while escaping, what a man. I wouldn't go back.

Maybe I would allow him this freedom he deserves, because if I know one thing for sure that is that Shinyo is not a bad person, maybe a bad human sure but not bad.

But to relive this very moment? Me staring at him with wide eyes and the most professional phrase one could say to their new patient.

"You're so gorgeous"

[tokiro07]

Toki Reads Shonen Jump 2024, Issue #51

HxH: A Kakin soldier, Borksen, is captured by the Heil-Ly; Morena tries to recruit Borksen through a complicated and clearly rigged card game. Welcome back, Cipher Academy.

Yozakura: Tsubomi tells the twins how they can save Kyoichiro from sacrificing himself; the key is Rei's heart, which is only present because Hifumi previously spared Nii; Momo and Taiyo are freed of Asa's control. Hifumi's kindness is retroactively proven to be objectively correct, trumping any strategy or logic from the rest of the cast

Undead Unluck: Fuuko activates Remember, successfully upgrading the entire cast and allowing Julia to steamroll all of the Master Rules. Seems rushed at first, until you realize that Soul still hasn't been dealt with, and Julia just taught him a new facet to his Rule...

Roboco: Roboco writes her own relationship chart and can't help but ship herself with JJK's Gojo and Blue Box's Taiki. Watching Roboco fall into her delusions in real time is certainly a ride, and I'm really hoping that this chapter spawns a new meme template

Sakamoto: Tenkyu pulls off some sick tricks with his bow; Atari saves Shin with one of the most romantic displays of fate I've seen in Jump outside of UU. After all of that, it's going to be so funny when it turns out that Heisuke is her soulmate

EluSam: Kojiro's cousin, Kojiro, arrives to aid the team, but Uesugi sends Nagao to aid Sadamune. It looks like we're going to wrap up Kojiro's character arc soon, since his family and nemesis are converging

Witch Watch: The flashback continues and we see the rivalry between Moi and Kanshi's dads forming. All of the comments are suspicious of the kappa guy, Taiga, but I don't remember enough of the story so far to understand why

Blue Box: Chinatsu comes clean to her dad about her relationship with Taiki, and he tries to take her way; to compromise and make things easier on Chinatsu, Taiki volunteers to live with her dad in her stead. Chad move, honestly, props to you kid

Akane-Banashi: Issho and Shiguma approach Kiroku Kashiwaya to become his apprentices, but are initially turned away until they make amends with the soba shop owner; they learn of Kiroku's past in the army. I don't fully understand what made Kiroku accept them, but I was certainly touched by their apology scene

Kill Blue: The Butler/Maid Cafe uses underhanded tactics, selling idol merch, wearing cat-ears and sending scummy dudes to harass Noren; Noren awakens a femdom fetish in said dudes. We have yet to establish any real stakes aside from pride in this battle, but at least it's funny

Nue: Gakuro is revealed to have done some extra training off-screen with Hakutaku and manages to beat Rido with his new move, Massacre Gear. Not only is that a bad name for a move inspired by Gakuro's friendships, I truly don't understand what it does or how he acquired it; the presentation of events is sloppy, and the exposition of the power system is coming at an odd time

Kagurabachi: Billy Samura explains his motives to Uruha, claiming that he's going to use the Hishaku to eliminate the Swordbearers and then personally wipe out the less experienced Hishaku once they have the Enchanted Blades; Uruha understands his reasoning, but opposes his methods; as Uruha is killed, Hakuri manages to summon Chihiro. Compelling, but Samura seems kind of shortsighted here, since his plan is to ALLOW THE HISHAKU TO HAVE THE BLADES! They will definitely hurt more innocents before he gets to them!

Chojo: Kirara challenges Lily at the arcade and loses at everything, but they form a friendly rivalry. Every comment I saw agreed they should kiss.

Astro Royale: Kinpa takes a page out of MHA and realizes her invisibility can be used to refract light into a laser. I like that she was able to find an alternate use for her Astro, but it felt really sporadic; at least it suggests that other Astros can be upgraded too

Kiyoshi: On the brink of despair, Kiyoshi remembers Yamada's advice to breathe through his fears and gains the upper hand against Asuta. This definitely looks like an axe, but Asuta could escape OR it could turn out he's not the strongest enemy available afterall

Hima-Ten: On the bus to the school trip, Tenichi and Honoka lose at bingo and are forced to sing bad karaoke, but get to go to a coveted date spot as a consolation prize; Himari gives out lip balm that brings good luck in love, but ends up with one left over for herself. I appreciate that we're not dancing around Honoka's feelings, but if Himari is going to be competition, I wish someone would tell her that

Ichi: Shirabedonna suggests revealing Ichi to the world, but the Silver Snow Witch, Togeice, counters that Ichi needs to be taught proper manners first; Shirabedonna proposes that Togeice and Ichi compete to see who can capture a mushroom Magik first. Most of the comments seem to expect Ichi to lose to force a school arc, but I'm expecting this to show off Ichi's style a bit more

Shinobi Undercover: Hachikuma is revealed to fight with strings; Aoi is weirdly calm and keeps talking about fun upcoming events until she gets knocked out; Yodaka manages to take her back, and the fight intensifies. I assume that Aoi's positivity is her coping mechanism for losing her family, and she's not actually as calm as she appears to be

Hakutaku: Hikuma and Noto convince Zenji to help them make their next game; two months later, Noto very creepily convinces a bunch of kids to download what turns out to be an AR game. Wasn't this...supposed to be about dodgeball...?

Syd Craft: A master detective turns out to just be a savant at observation who just wants to know love; despite constantly finding out his love interests are murderers, Syd never realizes that his plucky assistant, Elio, is actually a girl in disguise or that his rival inspector, Souffle, is actually his childhood friend, both of whom are in love with him. Love the premise on its face, but right away it's another harem manga with no clear leading heroine, so time will tell if it's me or Tsutsui who truly Never Learns

Of everything this week, I'd say that Sakamoto Days was actually my favorite; Tenkyu's bow stunts were very cool, and Atari invoking impossible probability to make a gun out of scrap metal is a fun image that will stick with me for a while

UU would have been my favorite if not for the character moments it unfortunately skims over, most notably Tatiana and Billy's reunion. I still have faith that Tozuka is building up to something great, but that moment at least has been lost

Syd Craft's introduction is a lot of fun, I just hope that Tsutsui actually goes the poly route this time, or at least includes one if he does the multi-ending trick again

Supposedly next week or the week after we're going to be seeing a manga by ONE, Bug Ego, moving in from Young Jump; I don't know if it's going to start over or just pick up where it left off, or even if this is only a temporary move, but I'm worried about whether it will necessitate that something else gets the boot. At the moment it's looking like Kiyoshi, but I really hope not

[lumdays]

"cause you could be the one that i love"

a jade leech x izuku midoriya one-shot 😨

idea from @quartztwst 💥💥💥

trope: uuuh mutual pining+childhood friends to crush to maybe lovers when they maybe have the balls to ask eachother out

warnings: english isn't my first language so watch out for grammar errors 😞, jade being cringe (when is he not), lack of azul ashengrotto but it's only because he's actively avoiding downbad jade, jade being the bubonic plague personified, floyd using slang because he does, MY HERO ACADEMIA, strange mha x twst crossover in which quirks are unique magics cause i hate calling a super cool power a QUIRK, BAD WRITING!!!!!!

"and i become hypnotised by freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied"

jade loved izuku. a shocker to no one but him, apparently.

"whaddya mean how'd i know about you like-liking sea sheepie?" his twin brother floyd drawled, "you ain't slick, that's how."

"stop asking me strange questions on your shift, jade." azul gave him a flat look before readjusting his glasses, "but if you must, i'd say i realised your... feelings for midoriya when you tried to name another one of your mushroom dishes after him for the third time in a row even after i denied your submission the first and second time."

it was an unexpected realisation but not one he found that surprising—now that he thought about it, he had always loved izuku. not the way he loved him now obviously but even when they were younger, he had always appreciated him some way somewhat—whether it was for his notebooks filled with almost scarily accurate and detailed information about famous mages' unique magics, his funny little quirks, the astounding determination and strength laying dormant within him, the cleverness he displayed in difficult situations, his optimism, his laugh, his smile, his freckles, his green eyes akin to grass, to leaves, to seaweed, to sea glass and to well, jade.

he sighed as he leaned over the counter of mostro lounge in a particularly dramatic way, woe is the poor eel who fell head over heels for a human, right? though he imagined it wouldn't be so bad if said-human loved him back. they could hang out like they used to at takoba bay, except they'd call it a date this time.

he started spacing out at the thought of izuku and him, holding hands, under the shade of an umbrella on the beach, laughing, swimming, him diving under the water and dragging the smaller boy with him for a few seconds, maybe kissing—

"ow!" jade whipped around to glare at his brother, who was giving him a dirty look—as if he had been the one to kick him in the shin.

jade shot him a pointed smile, "what could that possibly have been for, brother dearest?" floyd rolled his eyes as he turned away, "dunno, maybe for being a cornball in public??" he cackled, loud and mocking, as jade threw an empty bottle at him, his aim a bit off—enough to miss his twin's back as he slipped back in the kitchen. he could already hear azul berating him for this—for daydreaming on shift or for throwing a possibly harmful item, missing floyd and it hitting the wall instead, he didn't know yet.

throwing possibly harmful items at others and missing... that reminded him of his and izuku's first meeting, though he hadn't meant to throw anything at anyone with his projectiles... the first time, at least. he smiled giddily.

truly, how lucky and fortunate jade leech was to be able to love izuku midoriya.

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"feelin' like a face in the crowd, i'm reaching for you, terrified"

izuku loved jade. he loved, jade. his childhood friend, the eelmer, the sneaky bastard with a silver tongue (endearment), the obscenely tall, nice (to him at least), caring (derogatory), sweet (questionable claim) guy named jade. he sighed into his palms before looking up and staring at a picture of them he stuck on the wall a few years ago, jade had been gushing about a new species of mushroom he had found on one of his hikes when his mom snapped it. he, on the other hand, had been... looking at the other boy. no, that wasn't the right word to describe the look in his eyes then—he had been admiring him. how could he not? the merfolk was so passionate when he talked about something he truly loved... he wondered if he would talk about him that way if they ever—oh.

this was bad, this was really really bad. he couldn't let this happen, but surely he could fix this some way somewhat, right? he racked his brain for a way to cover this mess up, he wasn't a good actor, he couldn't even entertain the idea of pretending he doesn't love him because that would only result in jade teasing him to death—which would be a really pathetic death, even for him. he couldn't avoid him either—that was simply impossible, one because he doesn't actually want to stay away from him and two because he knows for a fact that if he tried doing that, jade could and absolutely would find him and force him to talk to him again.

he flopped down on his bed to roll around on his mattress in self-pity, if it had been a passing crush like what he had felt for uraraka in his first year then maybe he could've ignored the pull—but the tide was clearly stronger than him this time, and the depths of his feelings was scary. the honesty this love would cost him terrified him. he shook his head, how hypocritical of him to fall for someone who could force the truth out of him anytime any day.

after a few more weeks (a month or two) of agony, he admitted defeat. there was no way to escape this, izuku would have to face his feelings, he would have to face jade.

and so he would, he would reach for his hand and it would be up to jade whether he'd take it or brush it off.

...he would rather if he took it though.

also scraps LOL:

though izuku would like to say so, jade hadn't always been his friend. with him running after katsuki and jade doing god-knows-what with his brother under the sea, they really had had no reason to meet when they were children.

until they did, and well, saying it hadn’t been the friendliest first meeting was an understatement.

they were both 10 when they first met, it was winter—just a little while before christmas. izuku had been looking for seashells or pretty rocks to gift his mom while narrowly avoiding the growing amount of trash on the surface of takoba bay's once beautiful shore.

jade, on the other hand, had been grudgingly dragging plastic bags to the surface—he was on cleaning duty that day. 'cleaning duty' mainly consisted of finding human junk in the sea and putting it back to where it came from—land. the little eel thought that cleaning up after others—especially complete strangers—was mind-numblingly boring, but kept quiet while his twin brother floyd complained, rather loudly, for everyone and anyone within reach to hear.

instead, he vengefully threw empty cans and other items like soggy shoes towards the beach. honestly, how unfair was it that he had to pick up some random landdwellers' trash? he didn't tell them to throw their junk in his home, did he? he kept on throwing stuff until one of his projectiles didn't meet the sand but a little boy's face.

in his defence, it had been an honest mistake—he really hadn't meant to throw a dirty swimsuit at someone's head.

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jade wouldn't ever want to tell anyone he had always been izuku's friend, he thought that would undermine everything they went through together—which would be a shame, truly. their bond was really precious to him as it is something he earned—it was not natural like his and floyd's nor was it born out of mutual benefit like his and azul's. it was something that grew with them and soon enough tied them together like an invisible string. he thought that their relationship was fine just like that, more than fine actually.

but it seemed as though he was the only one who felt that way, that strongly.

the eel listened as izuku talked about a classmate, he then watched as izuku walked with a boy and a girl on the beach. he kept on watching and listening as the smaller boy grew away and apart from him—still, they were friends, so izuku kept visiting him. but it felt different, now that jade knew the boy treated him like every other friend he had, he felt... a bit of everything all at once. he was happy his friend had a lot of friends now, really. he was also maybe a bit jealous of how many friends he had too. or maybe it was that he was jealous of the friends because of how much time they got to spend with him? he wasn't sure. he also felt fear, fear that maybe izuku would leave him again, but to bask in the presence of others this time.

he hated that idea.

[etrevil]

hey!! I absolutely love the vibes of your blog! I’m getting into bungo stray dogs (or trying to :’) ) and since you seemingly write fics for it, do you have more recs?? I don’t really know what the main pairings are but I like to use fics as a way to see if I’ll like the fandom and pairs!! Thank you!!

you're making me crack my knuckles because DAMN AM I NOW EXCITED :DDD

terms used: bsd (bungou stray dogs), hp (harry potter), mha (my hero academia), soukoku (chuuya/dazai), shin soukoku (atsushi/akutagawa), chuuda (where chuuya tops), fyozai (dazai/fyodor), fyolai (fyodor/nikolai)

First and foremost is the widely beloved I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter, which is just a rollercoaster of emotions that grip you by the throat. Do note that the chapters are hella long, but enjoyable. The relationships are fleshed out beautifully.

Magic and Mystery by Allegory_for_Hatred is also a good start because it's a bsd and hp crossover that's just, amazing. Had me up at 3am until I physically could not read. There's an ongoing sequel too!

wtf, since when are you married? by xxalwayssofia is a short, quick laugh that, for me, had one of the best characterization for soukoku. Sofia's stories in general (check her account!) have got the character's personality traits down with little creative liberties.

Ne Chuuya, won't you marry me? is another one by xxalwayssofia, and I die of laughter because of this on a daily basis.

Now, I may be mean for suggesting this, but this fic is a diamond found within a gold mine that will eventually end you up in jail because some rich dude probably owned it first. In summary, it hurts. Like a gunshot wound (wink wink to the readers). And that is Ruiner by gev_ao3 (rated the E-est of E's)! The long-awaited consequence chapter is already out for this one, so when you binge read it the ending will hopefully be satisfying. Just be aware this is incredibly graphic, psychological, and angst-filled to the brim.

I read If the Far Side Saw You by birbleh a considerable time ago, but it both pinches and caresses my heart all the same. I haven't anything else to say other than give it a chance.

Ice Queen by TheHighQueen is a great ongoing Dazai genderbend fic, that follows canon with interesting diverging road stops.

This Color Ain't It by justcallmedude has Kenji, our lovable super strength-powered farmer, as a main character! Crossover between bsd and mha with a dash of angst thrown here and there.

For a shin soukoku pairing fic, I'd suggest Fair Ankles by spirallings (rated E) and love knows no boundaries by dangodangomilk; fun, interesting stories that aren't that long, the latter's a oneshot and the former's ugh, just around 100k words :>

One of the first bsd fics I've read, which is with a fyozai pairing, is Letters from the Underground by ktaem! The writing style has its own refined edge, with the exploration of a what-if scenario that had me by hook, line, and sinker. This fic is still in my tab group because I always keep rereading it!

Now if we're entering the explicit territory, I will forever recommend my favorite series (pairing is chuuda btw) Ineffable Partners by Ch_ee_rios. The eighth installment is currently updating, and I promise, you will cry- or at least feel a significant gut punch.

Head Full of Lies by AbsoluteNegation, as my friend one said, is where the good shit's at. The premise had me instantly curious and soukoku's dynamic is wonderful, messy, and DAMN I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH.

Mors Vincit Omnia by themadtree, an soukoku and fyolai fic that will have you bending over and dying of laughter and pain. The author's other works (akai!) are also very good.

The series all that is left by alaruya is a personal favorite of mine. The writing style is unique, with choppy sentences and tear-jerker lines. Was the first story that ever had me thinking, "god I need to bookmark this," and I did.

Bottom of The Deep Blue Sea by arkastadt is a filthy, guilty pleasure. (can you tell I'm an avid bottomzai reader?)

And that's it... I think? I'm also willing to suggest Leafing Through The Pages, I Found You by YunaYamiMouto, but letting you know it's an ongoing reaction fic of the bsd cast to Dazai's life (with the author's own creative choices and headcanons), so there will be a lot, and I mean a HECK TON of spoilers. Which, to be fair, the other fics do have in sprinkles, but this tackles novel events that maybe you'd wish to read at your own pace :D

also shameless plug I have my own fic, the heat of your orange, and I know there's only one chapter but I'm trying my best to update soon

Happy reading!

[skydoesthings]

So, I finally made an introduction post.

Why hello there!!!!

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General Info:

I'm Sky or Aryan! I post, like and reblog stuff that makes me happy, mostly hermitcraft, life series, empires, fnaf, inheritance games, satogou, mha, naruto, hunger games, bsd, sxf, ddlc, coo9, agggtm, kny, onk, spiderverse, deadpool and riordanverse lol

My ask box is open for art requests (when I finally figure out how to digital art which is NOT now), writing requests, and regular chatting. Of course, you can dm me too! (It might take me like 5 years to respond but dw I will)

oh and also i made my profile picture on picrew don't come at me

✨NO. 1 KATHERINE ELIZABETH FAN✨

DNI LIST:

Proshippers (ppl who support incest, pedophilia, zoophilia etc.) DNI

Dream stans DNI

Any of the isms except autism DNI

Wilbur, dream, georgenotfound and Punz stans dni <3

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Ships I make content for:

Scarian/Desertduo

Ahasbands/Redwood

Rendoc

Ethdubs

Shinyduo

Flower Ranchers

Nature Wives

Jizzie

MythicalBomb

Kersuma

Xbeef

Stresskal

Treebark

Mumskall

Shadowrot

Percabeth

Solangelo

Valgrace

Frazel

Ennchael

Jeremike

Gregvan

Charbeth

Wilry

Satogou/Journeyshipping

Sasunaru

Sakuhina

Bakudeku

Tododeku

TodoBaku

TodoBakuDeku

KiriBaku

KiriMina

KiriKami

KamiDeku

SeroTodo

Togaraka

Soukoko

Shin Soukoko

Jeckole

Emicole

Aricole

Damianya

Natsuri

Peniss

Pipravi

Muitan

Genmui

Tankana

Zentan

Zennezu

Inotan

Aoino

Sanegiyuu

Shinomitsu

Obamitsu

Shinobamitsu

Aquakana

Aquakane

Rubykana

Aquamelt

Yoribiko

Abigoa

Sakumelt

Spideypool

Poolverine

Even though these are the ships I make content for, I do support most ships! However, just because I support the ships, PLEASE don't ask me to make content for them! Also, if you don't like the ships I make content of, please don't interact with those posts! Thanks! :D

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This will be regularly updated whenever I want to add some new things, but as of now this is it, so see ya!

[salvagevillaintalk]

New Updated MHA Nemesis Unrestrained

Because what better way to welcome the new blog than by posting the updated version of Class A and who'd I choose to have them as rivals...becuase yes.

Even now my brain still has better match-ups for some of them. This time Kaminari and Jiro!

Given this is a new blog will only be posting the line-up with the newest rivals, though if you want to check out what I had before, you can look at it here.

Deku - Shigaraki

Ochako - Toga

Todoroki - Dabi (For all three above, you likely know why already xD)

Bakugo - Muscular (Same as before, genuinely think that Bakugo beating down against one of the strongest of Deku's Rogue's Gallery who was supposed to kidnap him as a way to return the favor just writes itself)

Iida - Stain (Speedster vs someone who stops you in your tracks, both are very morally centric figures with codes on how they feel heroism should be upheld - really wished they clashed in the Final War)

Kirishima - Rappa (seriously, these guys were perfect rivals. Incredible defense veruse overpowering offense. WHERE WAS RAPPA DURING THE FINAL WAR??!!!)

Tsu - Spinner (already spoke of this in the series, but both are Heteroromorphs that dealth with ostracization and are their group's mutant support)

Momo - Re-Destro (Leader of the First Years vs Leader of the MLA, one that forged her own path as a Hero and overcome her anxiety to be a proper leadervs guy who was essentially groomed to be Destro V2 and his whole ordeal is putting himself under mass stress to be strong, even if he isn't liberated.)

Tokoyami - Twice (both struggle with keeping their powers under control and have a relationship with Hawks, so its pretty natural)

Aoyama - Kunieda (for what it's worth, Kunieda made for a scary villain for Aoyama, his loyalty to AFO made me want to know more on their relationship)

Kaminari - Tajima (Basically a match-up of two electric types of contrasting disposition, that also act as supports and backbones for their teams. Kaminari is a confident, if kind over his head, showoff that struggles with his reliability under pressure, but manages to overcome it for the sake of the right thing - for his pals. Tajima, meanwhile, is one consumed by his fear of AFO and gives in to his anxiety to the point of doing sabotaging efforts that could harm people to save his own skin)

Jiro - Shin Nemoto (A girl who could hear theoretically anything against a guy whose Quirk can allow him to always gain the truth. There's a potential for introspection on how people with these sorts of Quirks are trusted, or even distrusted. Perhaps Nemoto and her could relate to people always thinking they'll spy on them or that they can't ever speak freely? Just a thought!)

Mineta -Toya Setsuno (A villain whose had a rough love life and can steal anything against someone whose desperate for love/lust and can technically hold down anything with just his Quirk. In addition, Setsuno has low self esteem to Mineta's high ego. It's a dynamic/fight that really works)

Shoji - Chimera (a Spinner stand-in that Shoji actually fought, and lost, to before and would've been perfect to be his Nemesis)

Mina - Slice (Already have seeds of a good rivalry given how Mina ruined Slice's hair that she prides herself in. Perhaps Slice could have been similar to Mina in that both were their community's popular girls that tried their best to be defenders. But in Slice's case, those she helped eventually backstabbed her to leave her destitute, maybe even for someone else - hence why prides herself in, usually, just her power...least until she met Nine's crew )

Hagakure - Mummy (The Invisible (Wo)man versus a mummy. It writes itself and Hagakure presents an interesting dilemma to him since she's unaffected his Quirk due to her, ah, situation)

Koda - Trumpet (Yeah, still think Koda would've worked well as a shy yet caring boy standing against a cold, faux preacher)

Sero - Ending (Another person who wounded up being affected by a Todoroki and essentially waltzed through. Though while Ending became obssessed and wants to be done in by them, Sero's easygoing nature has him not revolve his life around his defeat or said Todoroki's beyond a few jabs. Basically Sero is the 'dude its not that serious' of the MHA verse that makes him prime to restrain someone whose kinda off the deep end or go against them.....and, you know, similar power sets).

Sato - Deidoro Sakaki (Scratch that. Guy who gains power from ingesting sugar, vs guy whose Quirk is stronger from ingesting alcohol makes for a far better match-up!)

Ojiro - Hakiji Tengai (A disciplined monk vs a disciplined martial artist; with the added bonus of a match of pretty 'basic' power standings: someone with a tail trying to whack a guy in a shield - it's a pairing I think could lead to an interesting way for Ojiro to win.)

But, yeah, if I had no restraints, this is who I would actually give as Class A's proper Nemesis throughout the series.

[number1villainstan]

fic rec: It Takes The Truth To Fool Me by AntiqueOwl on Ao3

Main characters (also POV) characters are Tsukauchi Naomasa and Nemoto Shin, in an AU where Nemoto joined up with the League rather than the Hassaikai. Tagged with Tsukauchi Naomasa/Nemoto Shin. Bakugo Katsuki apparently gets his Quirk stolen and decides to swap from hero to police. It's not finished yet, 3/? chapters, but it promises to be a fascinating story

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Hey there Maddy! Hope you're having a good day with all those requests. I was thrilled to wake up and see you open it again. Anyway here comes the request! I know you don't usually write for MHA (my hero academia) but Hado Nejire-san is just too underrated 😤. I simply love the stories Prickly with Kanae. Could you do a pro!hero Nejire going on a blind date with gn!reader who have similar personality to Sanemi? Reader experienced family mistreated and simply dislike love. Pls don't overwork! 🥰

Blind Date

Nejire Hado x They/Them Reader

A/N: Here it is! I saw your ad-ons too and added in what I could. Unfortunately I didn’t really put a true slow burn in here because going from blind date to lovers slow burn proper would realistically add another 12,000 words easy. I tried to give the illusion of time passing, but nothing is a better replacement than buckling down and writing the whole scenario. Hope you still like it! Word Count: 4,248

“No.” (Y/n) rested their fists against the glossy coffee shop table, glaring daggers at Mirio in the booth seat across from them. “And if you ask me one more time, I don’t care that you’re my best friend, I will knock your teeth in.”

“Don’t be like that!” Mirio chuckled, lightly tapping (Y/n)’s shin beneath the table. (Y/n) tried to kick him back three times as hard, but the hero anticipated it and (Y/n)’s foot phased right through him. “When was the last time you went out on a date? It would be good for you.”

“I don’t care. I don’t have time for that crap. I don’t even know who you’re trying to set me up with so why the hell would I go?”

“Oh come on, when have I ever steered you wrong? Trust me, you guys would make a great pair if you hit it off like I think you will.”

“Tell. Me. Who. It. Is.”

“That would defeat the purpose of a blind date. It wouldn’t be fair if I told you, but not her.”

“Then I’m not fucking going.” They stood from the booth and grabbed their apron from the table top. “My break is over. Leave.”

Mirio pouted, then sighed, “I guess you leave me no choice then… I’m evoking my favor that I earned from saving your business from that coffee bean villain last month!” He declared, smiling twice as brightly as before.

“You have to be kidding me!”

“Oh I’m dead serious! Tomorrow night, six o’clock I’m picking you up and dropping you off at that nice restaurant across the city. You better dress nice!”

“Why the hell are you picking me up?”

“So you can’t bail.” Mirio nodded to himself. A fool proof plan!

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The next night came much faster than (Y/n) would have liked. Which is to say they wished it hadn’t come at all. Maybe a villain would keep Mirio tied up or he’d forget to come. But no such luck, Mirio came knocking a half hour earlier than their previously discussed pick up time.

“Look at you!” He praised, making (Y/n)’s eye twitch with agitation, “You actually got dressed up. You look awesome!”

“I knew that if I didn’t, I’d have to deal with you doing it for me. The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I get to go home.”

“Can’t complain I guess. Let’s go!”

Mirio nudged (Y/n) out the door, (Y/n)’s elbow phasing through him when they tried to retaliate. (Y/n) scowled throughout the whole car ride, trying their best to block out Mirio’s awful singing along to everything that played on the radio. It was almost a relief when they finally got there.

“I’ll introduce you guys and then I’ll leave you be. Text me when you’re done… and that means you have to stay at least until you pick up the check and then I’ll pick you up.”

“Fine. Kinda bullshit that you are making me pay for something I didn’t want to do—”

Mirio took (Y/n)’s hand and slapped his credit card into their open palm.

“I’ve got you covered! I thought of everything, just relax! She’s great, you’ll love her!”

(Y/n) reluctantly followed Mirio inside of the restaurant and as soon as they were directed to the reserved table, a woman with periwinkle colored hair caught sight of them and got up to greet them, hugging Mirio excitedly.

“Hello, Mirio! Long time no see!”

“Good to see you Nejire! You look beautiful!”

“Aww, thanks!” Nejire twirled a bit to show off the full movement of her dress. “I got it a few months ago for a promotional thing. I’ve been so busy lately, I almost forgot what it’s like to dress up for a date and not crime fighting.” She laughed.

(Y/n) had watched them interact through the corner of their eye. The boiling annoyance writhing them evaporated and in its place left awkwardness and even anxiety to an extent. They hadn’t been living under a rock, they knew as soon as they saw her that she was none other than the pro-hero Nejire-chan. What was Mirio thinking trying to set them up with a popular pro-hero like her?

“So Nejire, this is my buddy (Y/n), they run that coffee shop that makes those brownies you love so much,” He slapped them on the back, not at all hard, but they did almost lose balance from the sudden blow, “and (Y/n), this is my very good friend Hado Nejire. We go way back. We went to UA together!”

“Nice to meet you.” (Y/n) mumbled, messing with the seams inside of their jacket pockets. Being cordial was like pulling teeth with them, but until Nejire proved to be a snob then they really couldn’t bring themself to be anything but subdued and polite. As uncomfortable and unnatural as that felt.

“Nice to meet you too!” Nejire surprised (Y/n) by giving them a hug too, she pulled away before they could decide if they should take their hands out of their pockets to return the overly friendly gesture, which was just fine with them.

“Mirio told me so much about you!”

“…Is that so.” If looks could kill, permeation or no, Mirio would be dead, “I was under the impression that this was a blind date. He didn’t tell me a thing about you.”

“Oh no,” Nejire laughed, seemingly unaware of (Y/n)’s downright murderous glare of annoyance, “he didn’t tell me you were going to be my date tonight. No matter how many questions I asked, he never broke, but he has talked about you in passing before and he sometimes drops your brownies and coffee off at my agency. I have to beat off the side-kicks and interns with a stick just to make sure I can get just one! They’re really good!”

“…Thanks.” (Y/n) cleared their throat. They were never very good at accepting compliments.

“Welp!” Mirio clapped his hands together, “I better get going. You two have a good night! I expect to hear all about it later!”

“Will do! Bye-bye, Mirio!” Nejire waved.

(Y/n) felt a bit of panic rise up at Mirio leaving them alone together, but they quickly stamped the feeling down. They were a grown adult, they could survive one date. After that, they could pack up their shit and move across the world because that was how embarrassing said date would be.

“Hey, aren’t you going to sit down? Or would you rather stand?” Nejire asked curiously, already back in her seat.

Great start.

“No, I’ll sit.” They slid into the seat in front of Nejire and took a couple slow sips of the water that was mercifully already at the table.

What the hell were they supposed to do now? Talk? That was one of their least favorite activities. That was why they worked in the back unless some asshat tried to harass their employees. They were too just too rough around the edges. They couldn’t even compliment a little kid’s light up shoes without making them cry, how were they supposed to do this without making Nejire feel uncomfortable?

As soon as they put down their now empty cup, they prepared to break the ice, but Nejire had been waiting for just that moment to do so herself.

“So what’s your quirk? Or do you not have one? Is it baking related? Is that why everything you make is so good? Do you have any pets? What is your blood type? Zodiac sign? I don’t really read into that stuff all that much, but I still think it’s interesting to compare. Oh! and—“

(Y/n) didn’t have to worry about keeping the conversation alive, they just had to focus on keeping up with all of Nejire’s queries. They could barely get an answer out before Nejire would acknowledge and then move on to the next question. Had it been anyone else, (Y/n) would have surely snapped, but they actually didn’t mind Nejire’s questions because she seemed to genuinely care and was making an effort to truly absorb all of the information and evened out the exchange by sharing information about herself.

Dinner went by very fast, and before they knew it, it was time to call it a night. (Y/n) paid, walked Nejire to her car, and they said their goodbyes. Nejire even gave them another hug before getting in her car and driving away. When all was said and done, the night actually hadn’t been all that bad. (Y/n) didn’t think they would get a second date or anything, but at least they hadn’t completely bombed.

They texted Mirio to let him know they were ready to go home while leaning against the brick wall of the restaurant. Then again five minutes later… and a third time with a couple colorful expletives mixed in before Mirio was suddenly calling them.

“Where the hell are you?” They snapped.

“Sorry, (Y/n)! Villain came up!” (Y/n) heard Mirio explain between explosions. “I called Nejire though, she’s coming back for you so just hang tight!”

“What? No! You call her back and tell her to forget it. I’ll just take a taxi.”

“No time! Gotta get back to work, see ya tomorrow!”

“Hey—!“

The call disconnected and (Y/n) nearly growled. They briefly considered making the call to the taxi service anyway, but they already saw the aquamarine colored car Nejire had drove off in turning back into the parking lot. The car pulled up to the curb and the passenger window rolled down.

“Hello, stranger!” Nejire teased, peering out the window from the driver’s seat. “Let’s get you home.”

“Thanks, you really didn’t have to come back.” (Y/n) shuffled into the passenger seat and buckled up.

“It’s no trouble. It’s actually good that Mirio is tied up right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm! I realized on my way home that I didn’t get your phone number! That’s so silly, right? How would we be able to go on another date if we can’t easily get in touch? Although, now that I’m thinking about it more, I could have caught up to you at the café or got your number from Mirio, couldn’t I?”

“Sure.” (Y/n) didn’t mean to be so curt, but hearing that Nejire wanted their phone number and that she was already planning for a second date was a shock.

Nejire then proceeded to plan an outing for next Tuesday. (Y/n) only opened their mouth to confirm plans and tell Nejire when to turn on the street. When Nejire pulled up to the curb of (Y/n)’s apartment complex, she handed them her phone with a cheerful giggle leaving her lips when (Y/n) entered their number into a new contact.

“Bye-bye, (Y/n)! I’ll see you Tuesday!”

“See you Tuesday.” (Y/n) nodded stiffly and exited the car. They watched Nejire pull back into the street and turn at the next intersection before trudging into their apartment building.

They nearly gave the poor receptionist a heart attack when they came in all severe faced and rigid. When they got to their apartment, they took a shower to cool down and when they picked up their phone afterwards, they noticed a bunch of texts from Mirio they decided to ignore and a text from an unknown number.

They opened the text, discovering it was a text from Nejire wishing them a good night’s sleep. They took in a deep breath, and yelled to the skies, shaking the phone in their hands.

They heard a round of loud bangs from the next apartment over and pounded on the corresponding wall twice as hard. Then they fell onto the couch with their hands over their eyes. They had another date to prepare for! What were they going to do?!

***

One date became two, then three, then four and so on. They were meeting regularly once or twice every week. On the rare occasion they had even met up three times in a week.

(Y/n) thought this was supposed to get easier, but as they got to know Nejire better over the last few months, they only became more anxious. If Nejire hadn’t wanted to see them again after one or two dates, that would have been no great loss, but now the stakes have never been higher. They had been burned by love in the past, the adults in their life growing up wouldn’t know love if it smacked them in the face.

They really liked Nejire. As they grew more familiar, it only took seeing her at a distance or thinking they had heard her voice for their heart to speed up. They were afraid of disappointing her and losing her after opening up to her.

They left the café in the hands of their most capable employees and took the week off. They planned to make the best damn brownies they’ve ever made in preparation for the hike they were supposed to go on the following Monday. It wasn’t a lot… but they were shit at emotions. Hopefully they would be able to show Nejire how much they appreciated her with this small offering.

But not a single batch they made over the next handful of days was satisfactory in the hyper-critical baker’s mind. They ignored everyone and everything just to get this one thing right, and they couldn’t do it! They wouldn’t stop until they made something acceptable. And so, their brain did that funny thing some brains do, and made a misfortunate irrational decision, ignoring the stream of messages that were flooding their phone.

***

“(Y/n), I know you’re in there buddy, open the door!” Mirio called, knocking rhythmically against the door.

“I don’t think this is a good idea…” Tamaki warned, giving the door a wide berth in case it burst open.

“Nah, they’re fine! Come on, (Y/n), Nejire says you haven’t texted her back at all last week and when she went to the café to visit, you were never there. You’ve been dating for almost three months now, you can’t just ghost her like that! Especially when you’re supposed to go on a date with her this afternoon. We’ve gotta talk. What have you been up to?”

“They’re probably panicking. I would be.” Tamaki tugged his hood further over his face. “That’s a lot of pressure to put on a person.”

“Ah, it’s not so bad. You’ll see when I get you set up next.”

“What?” Tamaki paled, worried he might accidentally lose the octopus he ate for lunch.

“Anyways, pardon the intrusion!”

Mirio phased through the door, and the subsequent kitchenware that was pelted at him.

“Get out!” (Y/n) growled, throwing a rubber spatula at Mirio’s head. They were frazzled and wild-eyed, teeth grinding together, apron covered in flour, cocoa powder and chocolate frosting.

“Woah, what are you cooking up in here? I haven’t seen you look this manic in a while!”

“Nothing is fucking good enough! Everything I make tastes like shit!”

“No way, lemme see.”

“Hey!”

Mirio messily snatched a brownie from the glass baking pan and took a big bite. His shoulders slumped and a hum of bliss left him as he chewed. When he finally swallowed the single bite he wiped a tear from his eye, then looked to (Y/n) like they were a god.

“What are you talking about? This is the best batch you’ve ever made! I never thought you’d be able to top yourself like this. Amajiki! Get in here, you have to try these!”

“In what world do pro heroes think it’s cool to come into a civilian’s house uninvited and eat their shitty food?” (Y/n) grumbled, but watched Tamaki like a hawk while he timidly took a brownie.

“It’s really good.” Tamaki mumbled. “The frosting is so rich and thick, I could probably trap a villain in it.”

“Is this what you’ve been up to this week? Updating your recipe?”

“The recipe is fine.” (Y/n) hissed, “I’m trying to,” they growled again, growing more agitated, “I’ve been trying to make a batch for Hado, okay?! But apparently I forgot how to make anything decent.”

Mirio grinned and slapped (Y/n) on the back, “You kidding? She’ll love these! Don’t worry so much. I’ll help you pack ‘em up and clean. Then we can focus on attire for this afternoon.”

“I’m not going.”

“Huh? Why not?” Mirio caught the balled up apron (Y/n) tossed away without a care and followed them to the couch, “What happened to wanting to give Nejire brownies? I’m not letting you give up so easily, especially after I’ve been covering for you with Nejire all week while you were MIA.”

“I’m fucking exhausted!” (Y/n) growled, shooting back up from the couch. “I’m just not cut out for this crap. You know how hard this kind of stuff is for me. It’ll all just end in disappointment anyway, so why try at all?” She deserves someone better than me, was left unsaid, but the thought still hung over their head.

“I get that.” Tamaki mumbled, making Mirio whine and tug at his hair.

“Guys!” Mirio snapped, “That’s enough! You,” he pointed to (Y/n), “are going on that date, and you,” he pointed to Tamaki, “are going to help me get them there.”

“Did you even listen to me?” (Y/n) scowled.

“Yeah, and I get it. I know you’ve had a hard time in the past, and this is by far the longest relationship you’ve ever had, but you shouldn’t let it get in the way of something that could make you genuinely happy. Dating isn’t easy for everyone, even I know that, but please, go on this date with Nejire, tell her your concerns. You’ll see she’s not so scary.”

Mirio had thought that maybe he had finally got through to them, focusing on the contemplative expression (Y/n) wore, but then they growled and shook their head and Mirio was done trying to negotiate. No more Mr. Nice Guy.

“Amajiki, I’m gonna look in (Y/n)’s closet for what they should wear for the date. Make sure they don’t escape, will ya, buddy?”

“What?” (Y/n) snapped.

If Mirio, his sun, wanted his assistance, Tamaki was powerless to deny him. If it was important to Mirio, then he would stick it through, even if (Y/n) was giving him an extra scary look.

Tamaki’s fingers become discolored and began to expand until they were indistinguishable from the tentacles of an average octopus.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” He sighed.

***

Nejire sat on the park bench near the trailhead and hummed pleasantly to herself, elbows on her knees and chin in her hands. She glanced to the small cooler backpack at her feet and smiled hopefully.

Mirio had explained most of the (Y/n) situation with her over the phone and she was relieved that they would be coming after all. They were more like Amajiki than she would have guessed, trying to flake out on social plans because they were too overwhelmed. Poor dear.

Hopefully they will get this all sorted out on their hike today and if not, well, at least they could say they tried, but Nejire really hoped everything would work out. She could tell that (Y/n) was sweeter than they often let on. There was a softness to their eyes and the way that they spoke to her that made her feel like there were butterflies in her stomach. What a fun feeling! Mirio sure knew what she liked!

Speaking of, she saw Mirio and Tamaki veer into the parking lot and waved, her hand falling back down to her mouth to cover her shock when (Y/n) was ejected from the backseat in a tangle of tentacles.

“Would love to stay and chat, but we gotta go! Good luck!” Mirio shouted. Then he tore off back onto the main road with Tamaki’s tentacles flapping in the wind.

“What an entrance.” Nejire giggled, skipping over to help (Y/n) to their feet. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Came the curt reply, but then (Y/n) shrugged the backpack from their shoulders and presented it to Nejire while looking down at the gravel beneath their feet. “I made you brownies.”

“You did?” Nejire beamed, “Thank you, I can’t wait to have some! I brought some food for the trail too. I thought a picnic would be nice. What do you think?”

“Sounds good.”

And so they began to walk the trail together. Nejire kept (Y/n) present with queries and stories as they went, taking care to observe (Y/n) for any discomfort, but they seemed to be doing well. They only occasionally for water breaks or the couple people they met on the trail who recognized Nejire and wanted pictures.

“Sorry, to keep you waiting.” Nejire had said a little sheepishly when the small family she had visited with continued on their way. “There’s still a surprising amount of people on this trail for this time on a weekday.”

“Don’t worry about it. You really made those kids’ day.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

Nejire hummed happily and skipped along beside (Y/n) who watch her out of the corner of their eye, wearing an almost unnoticeable smile.

When they made it to the top of the hill, they found a pretty tree with thick roots to lounge beneath. The thick roots made decent benches as they laid the food out between them.

“Are you having a good time?” Nejire asked, cradling her second brownie in her hands.

“Yeah.”

(Y/n) found it surprisingly easy to say. It was like when they had their first date. For all the agonizing and negative thoughts they had leading up to each event over the past three months, during their outings, it had all melted away. Nejire was just so easygoing and kind… she made everything that seemed insurmountable only a few hours ago, so much more simple.

“See? It’s not so bad.” Nejire beamed, “sooo, when we start planning another date after this one, or when we get even more serious, or when we decide to move in together or maybe even get married, don’t let yourself spiral. Call me, text me, come down to the agency if you want, let me help ease your concerns. I’m a hero after all, it’s part of my job.”

“…Thanks,” they rubbed the back of their neck, they hadn’t realized Nejire liked them so much.

For three months of dating, people might have been surprised by how little intimacy they actually shared, getting to know each other and becoming good friends before lovers. It was mostly for (Y/n)’s benefit. Nejire could tell they were nervous. She tested boundaries occasionally, but mostly left the major decisions to them. It was something (Y/n) appreciated, but they didn’t like how it seemed like Nejire was walking around eggshells with them. They wanted her to be able to speak her mind on the subject too.

“Thanks, but I’m not going to do that.” I’m not going to let you treat this relationship like it’s your job. That’s not fair.”

“Hm? Why not?”

“You shouldn’t have to bend over backwards to tend to my insecurities. I’m not a kid. This’ll never work out if I make you tend to me like one. Not saying I won’t ever take you up on the offer ‘cause I still can’t believe you have been having a good time with me, but I’m gonna work on it.”

(Y/n) sighed so harshly, it might have been misinterpreted as a huff or a grunt to a passerby, but Nejire smiled and her eyes gleamed. She did a quick little turn and hop, switching her seat to the root (Y/n) sat on and gave them a hug.

“You’ve come so far, I’m so proud!” She gushed, “You even said what you were thinking without trying to explain it away afterwards. You have been working on yourself this whole time, see? You just doubted yourself and tripped up a little bit.”

“Hmph.” A more honest grunt this time, they turned their head away from Nejire in an attempt to hide their flustered expression.

“Hey, hey! Don’t hide your cute face from me! Why are you doing that? We’ve been dating for months, don’t I get to see the cute expressions that no one else may see?”

It was the least they could do, they supposed. For as energetic as Nejire was, she had also been very patient with them and their troubles with love. They turned their head back towards her and she swayed happily from side to side, moving them around with her.

A shy, quiet chuckle slid past (Y/n)’s lips like the chuff of a far-off train. It gave Nejire pause, but she kept her arms around them and continued to smile, only now her eyes held a question, undoubtedly related to what had made that cute little laugh bubble free. (Y/n) understood, and in a brief show of bravery, they quickly kissed Nejire’s cheek.

“You bring it out of me,” they mumbled, slipping out of Nejire’s now slack grip so they could stand, “No one will believe you if you tell ‘em, so don’t even try, especially not Togata, got it?” They added without any venom.

Nejire shot to her feet to return the brief kiss with a few of her own, unable to stop at just one, before stepping back with her hands laced behind her back, the biggest smile of the day on her face from watching (Y/n) try to keep their cool.

“I wouldn’t dream of it!”

[genshinemblem564]

Crossover Ideas

These are ideas I've had, but can't think of anything beyond the concept, so I'm posting them for anyone who wants them.

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• Shin Megami Tensei/Persona x Sagau

Normal

Imagine everyone's surprise if they saw you commanding demons in combat. Said demons seem to lack a demonic presence and are not scared by Chongyun's presence.

Imposter au

Commanding demons only solidifies the idea that you are something to be slain in the name of their god, summoning other worldly gods doesn't help as, unless you talk about them enough while playing, no one knows who they are.

•Monster Hunter x Genshin Impact

I'm not sure what spurred this thought. I probably just thought it'd be cool. Yes, this does include Monster Hunter Stories, so the monsters are able to be tamed.

• Kingdom Hearts x Genshin Impact

The whole idea behind traveling to other worlds just instantly reminded me of Kingdom Hearts.

•Fire Emblem x Monster Hunter/Stories

This one was inspired by that TikTok trend of the two last games you played, and this was the result.

It's probably because Fodlan already has monsters, but every time I think about this, it's always Three Houses.

• Genshin Impact x Super Smash Bros.

I haven't put much thought into this, literally popped into my head as I was writing this.

• MHA x Dragon Ball

I know I'm not the first to think of this, but I always get a chuckle out of the idea. Imagine All For One grabbing a saiyan expecting to become even more powerful only to be confused as saiyan blood isn't considered a quirk.

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Note: Due to my mindset, my works need to have some kind of narrative. It doesn't need to be an overarching story, but it needs something, so these will most likely never find any substance on my page as original stories are not my strong suit. These are free to anyone who wants them.

[k-kroomie]

Hi,thanks for the tag game,i queued it 'cause i'm on post limit!!We've been moots for ages now but haven't quite properly talked so i'm starting now :D Iydm some basic questions:What're your fandoms besides Atsv,fave food,fave colors,hobbies?

OHMIGOSH HEY!! :]

I'm in ALOT of other Randoms but kinda all over the place with them^^ Here are some, though;

ATSV(ofc), MLP, TOH, GF, SVTFOE, Bee and Puppycat, Miraculous Ladybug, SU, Adventure times, Arcane, Cyberpunk edgerunners, Teen Titans Go: The night begans to shin universe, Batman, MHA ect.

My favorite food would have to be spicy chicken sandwiches from like anywhere!

Favorite colors are sage and lavender

And hobbies, well my main hobby is picking up new hobbies and then forgetting about them😭😭😓. Here are some I've done:

Drawing, world building, writing, I've tried analyzing, crocheting, learning the guitar, learning new languages, making press on nails, doing silly clown make-up, making up thousands of AUs, collecting things ect.

What about you though??? What are your favorite colors or favorite color and favorite foods?? And other fandoms you are in?? And your hobbies!? °o°

[absolute-decay]

i have some questions if you’re okay answering them ^^”

1 — would you consider yourself more yan or more darling ? 2 — are you more sadistic or masochistic ? /nsx!!! 3 — who’s your favourite character from each media listed in your pinned ? 4 — what r your top three hobbies ?

you don’t have to answer any of them !! i’m just curious :>

Don't worry, questions are fine!

I'd say I'm more of a darling, but that doesn't mean I don't have yan tendancies like obsession on possesiveness. I'm pretty big on both sides, I suppose.

I'm much more masochistic, but like the last answer, I do have sadistic tendancies, too.

That'd be Michael Afton from the Fnaf Series, Garvey Write from >Dormitabis Remastered 1.0, Shin The False Savior, Zote from Hollow Knight, Shigaraki Tomura from MHA, Korekiyo Shinguji fron Danganronpa V3, and Commander Tartar from Splatoon 2.

I don't really have any hobbies... I just sleep all day and sometimes play video games.