#shota mention tw

[call-me-copycat]

Hey! Idk if you still write fics but if you do. Could you please write about Aizawa having a daughter who selfharms, but he didnt knew until one day he entered to her room and find her doing it?.

Its kind of an emergency so i would really apreciate if you wrote it 🩷

Hi! I'm really sorry for the slight delay, I've been bouncing between school during the day and work at night, so even though I saw your ask I couldn't physically write it due to exhaustion (⑉ ᷄ ⌳ ᷅ )ก

That being said, even though it's been a couple days I didn't want to leave you hanging! I got some rest and wrote as much as I could in one sitting!

I really do hope this helps, feel free to message me anytime if you need to vent or such ₍ᐢ‥ᐢ₎ ♡

What I Owe To You

*I listened to this on loop while writing*

➤ Welcome - Introduction and Request Rules (Requests are open + Some info about me)

▶ Characters: Just Aizawa and Reader

▶ Genre: Comfort + Slight Angst

▶ Summary: As the ask states

▶ Word Count: 2925

▶ WARNINGS:

- Self harm

- Depressive thoughts

- Overall lots of angst

Please don't read if any of this makes you uncomfortable!

The cycle always went on.

At this point you were afraid of what was to happen next. At the same time, the thought was pushed away by the constant emptiness that filled you through. The sticky tar-like hands of this unknown void ravaged your mind, shredding it apart piece by piece.

Leaving you constantly feeling... Hollow. It was difficult to describe it as anything else.

You walked to school everyday and went to your classes. You sat next to your classmates as they animatedly discussed the usual topics of training and what to do after school.

On the weekends, you slept. Sometimes went shopping with your father. Maybe you'd get visited by your Uncle Mic, other times you'd train.

There wasn't much variety. It was suffocating. These feelings had no place to spawn from, as your life wasn't much different from everyone else's. There didn't seem to be a reason, for all you knew. But it was there, no doubt about it. It made itself known.

-

It was a usual Friday night. You had completed all your classes and had the weekend to yourself. It felt pointless, there wasn't much to do. Nor did you have the energy for anything either.

Sitting in your room, you jumped a bit at the unexpected knock on your door. You had been gazing out of your bedroom window for who knew how long, zoning out as far from your mind as you could. You vaguely remembered that a storm was to come soon.

"Dinnertime. Wash up and come to the table when you're ready."

Your father's voice never failed to comfort you, and in a way he was one of the main beacons of light in your dark and foggy world. An unchanging pillar of strength, he held on tight to your cracking mind.

Slowly, tiredly, you made your way out of your room. As you passed by Aizawa, he couldn't help but sigh in response to your barely-there smile at him. You had a habit of doing that, possibly to keep him from worrying.

Truth be told, Aizawa always worried about you. Ever since you were young, he was on guard every second, trying to keep you from falling and scraping your knees, to keeping an eye on you during training.

Though recently, he had noticed some... changes. Your eyes began to grow dull, and their usual energy faded with each passing day. The bags under them grew more prominent, and in turn your hair began to be left more of a mess. Slowly, little things were building up, and he couldn't tell why.

It worried him sick, since the only thing he had in mind for you was for you to be happy and safe. Seeing your condition worsen with each day made him nauseous, as it was the last place he wanted you to be at. He wanted to help you, the best he could.

So that's why before you even sat down to eat, he began to question you.

"Are you feeling okay, [Name?]"

Truth be told, he knew you'd say you were fine. He just needed to soothe his frantic mind.

Looking up at him, you gave him another smile. He couldn't help but grimace at how forced it looked.

"Oh, of course I'm fine." You clenched your jaw at how unenthusiastic you sounded, but it would have to do.

Aizawa only felt uneasy. Too many things added up and gave him a weird taste in his mouth to leave it at that.

"Look at me, [Name]."

The unusual tone of his voice brought you out of your foggy state of mind as you looked up at him fully. Once you met his eyes properly, Aizawa took notice of the... Saddened expression that filled yours. He knew someone was wrong, but it was being covered.

"You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?"

He needed to know if you trusted him. He needed to be the one person you trusted in life. This was all or nothing.

Your eyes went wide for a split second as your breath hitched, but you quickly shook it off. His bluntness was what caught you off guard.

"Really, it's nothing Papa." You tried smiling once more, raising a hand out a bit in an attempt to calm him. You knew it was a pitiful attempt, but you didn't have the energy to make it convincing. Alongside that, Aizawa was generally a very tough man to fool. It'd take a lot to actually pass anything through him.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed in response as he saw your reaction to his question. Your body language indicated how uncomfortable you were, and he didn't want to push you too far past your limits.

It was tough, but he decided to give it up in the end and hope you'd come to him whenever you were ready. You always shared everything with him since you were young, and he had gained a large amount of trust over you in turn.

-

Dinner was eaten in silence, and as soon as it was over you bid your father a goodnight before heading off to your room.

Aizawa stayed seated at the kitchen table as he watched you walk off, wondering what was happening to his child. He couldn't bear the thought of you struggling with something alone. He had been there your whole life to help you get through everything you passed by, so why weren't you letting him in now?

After much deliberation, he got up from his spot at the table and made his way to your room. He needed to finish this conversation, and he needed to know what was going on. His mind had been sprawled all over the place for the last few months, as he'd been observant enough to catch on to the smallest changes you went through. Seeing you go into such a decline was like a punch straight through to his heart.

His mind was in such a haze that he threw open your door without second thought, seeing as he normally takes care to knock first. The room was pitch black, but based off of the startled gasp that came from you and the clanging of metal hitting the ground, Aizawa felt his blood freeze in fear.

Quickly flipping on the light, his eyes widened at the site that laid in front of him. You didn't have any time to cover yourself, so Aizawa saw it all.

The bandages laid out.

The blades.

And most importantly, your cuts.

You felt your eyes water at the expression on your father's face, guilt and self-loathing bleeding into your mind.

Aizawa was stuck in shock for a moment. It felt as though all time was warped as he saw what was his worst nightmare laid out in front of him. He was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of your sobs that echoed throughout the room.

He swiftly made his way towards you from across your room, and in one smooth movement he pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly to himself.

He had known something was wrong, felt it deep in his heart, but he didn't realize how serious it truly was. His heart ached for you as his grip only grew tighter around you. Aizawa didn't want you to hide these things from him, and in a way, he felt disappointed at your lack of trust towards him. All his disappointment and anger quickly dissipated, leaving him to face his worry and guilt.

"[Name]..."

He could hear his voice tremble, but couldn't care less.

"Why? I-" He was stuck in shock. It was something he never thought he'd run into. Looking down at you, his worry for your well-being grew tenfold, but he gathered the willpower to overcome the sudden surge of emotions he was feeling.

"I want... I need you to promise me you'll never harm yourself again," He looked down at you, cradled in his arms, "I don't think I could ever bear the pain of losing you..."

He knew this was only one step of many. That it doesn't start like this. That it grows. Although he couldn't pinpoint what might've started it, he at least needed to confirm you'd be safe. He just needed this one thing to give his already worn heart a little bit of ease.

You couldn't help but recoil a bit, bringing your arms to hug your torso. As much as you wanted it to be that easy, as much as you wanted to tell your father 'okay!', you knew it wouldn't be done so fast. And in a way, that only worsened your resentment towards yourself.

"I... don't know if I can.." You avoided his gaze as you faced the ground, hating how saddened he was and much rather preferring him to be angry. It'd lessen the guilt a little bit, at least.

He needed something.

"[Name]... I can't make you promise me you'll be able to stop right away. That's foolish to believe." Heaving out a sigh, he put a hand atop your head. "But I just need you to know that I'd be devastated without you. I can truly say from the bottom of my heart, I'd never be able to live a normal life again if you were gone."

Looking up into his eyes, you saw a heaviness that swirled in them. This was coming from a man who had seen it all - numerous deaths in ways he wished he could unsee.

You hadn't realized just how much you meant to him. It never popped up in your head. The all-consuming void had blocked any sensibility or logic from getting to you, and the more you thought about it, the more you realized just how much it would affect your father. He always told you your pain was his to deal with too.

Settling your face in the crook of his neck so you wouldn't have to see the hurt in his eyes anymore, you tried your best to explain everything to him.

"It feels..." Closing your eyes, you tried imagining everything that has built up. "Like I'm running a race, yet getting nowhere. That everything I do has no effect... I'm tired."

You stayed silent as you felt your father put a hand on the back of your head. Aizawa watched as you carefully pieced your words together, and saw the true effect of everything you had been dealing with. His heart ached to relieve you of your pain, his fatherly instincts screaming at him to help save his child.

"[Name]." His grip on you tightened ever so slightly. "I want you to get this through your head, alright? You are not a failure. You're going through a lot, and it's weighing down on you. And I understand you're under a lot of pressure, but-"

Aizawa was cut off when he began to choke up, the thoughts too much for him to bear. As much as he tried to keep his composure for your sake, his walls were beginning to crack.

You heard your father pause and looked up at him, only to be brought into shock at the sight of your normally stoic father tearing up. You felt ashamed for forgetting about his pain, tearing up once more at the guilt that ravaged your mind.

He could see how surprised you were, but he couldn't help it. He always struggled to contain himself when it came to you, especially whenever you were hurt. He hated seeing you in pain.

"Do you have any idea what it would do to me if I lost you? I- ... [Name], if anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do anymore, I'd-"

He truly couldn't help it. All that Aizawa wanted was for you to be happy. Seeing you in so much agony... seeing your only escape being to harm yourself... He felt that he lost a part of himself.

You cried out loud this time, seeing your father so torn over you. It was heartbreaking, but oddly soothing at the same time. To have someone to deeply care about you that they felt intertwined with you. He cared.

You could feel his arms engulfing you, and you allowed yourself to be swallowed in his hold. It was warm and soothing... A stark contrast to the cold you constantly couldn't escape from.

As he held you, Aizawa couldn't help but be more shocked at himself than anyone. He normally was able to easily retain his composure, so as he felt tears flowing down his face he couldn't help but stiffen. Quickly getting over it, he held you close. The room gradually began to get quieter, the both of your emotions slowing down.

You couldn't help but feel... Secure. It was a stark contrast to the constant void you felt. You felt... Warm.

Yeah, warm.

It was a nice feeling.

Closing your eyes, you finally allowed your body to relax. Aizawa rubbed your back as he gently rocked back and forth.

"I just want you to breath. Don't think about anything else."

Following his word, you kept your eyes closed and settled your breathing. You quickly noticed how much easier it was to think this way. Nothing else was getting in the way, no unwanted thoughts or fears, and you felt safe. Safe and comfortable.

The world around you normally was so chaotic. It seemed everyone was in a rush, always somewhere to be. You couldn't have time to yourself either, constantly getting pushed to and fro. There never seemed to be a place to stop. Nowhere to rest. An unchanging race.

But here you were. The world has stopped, giving you a break you so badly needed. You couldn't describe it, but such a simple hug from your father seemed to dull everything that pained you.

"I understand what it's like."

Aizawa would be lying if he said he was never in your place before. Too many nights he was kept up, worrying about working on himself. Scared of the changing future. Feeling like nothing was changing for him while the world moved on. It was isolating.

Over the years, he got better. The world's rush blurred to background noise, and he learned to appreciate his own speed in life. It was his own life he was living, after all.

Looking down at you, he saw a mirror image of himself.

"Y'know, it's not fair..." You looked up at him as he brushed away a lone tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You allow me to laugh with you in your happiest moments... So why do you lock me out when you're at your lowest?"

You had never heard it phrased like that before. You did enjoy having him around whenever you had something good to share. Whenever you were proud, or amazed, or just plain happy. But you understood, he wanted to be a part of it all. Every smile... And every tear.

Your voice couldn't find you, but Aizawa didn't mind. To you, he was always a hand outstretched. A guide to help you through the fog and the dark. It made the terrifying a little less daunting.

"Please talk to me when you can. Tell me whatever you'd like, I just want to know how you're feeling."

You nodded, looking at him directly. Your heart rate had gone down significantly, and you didn't know how much time had passed. If you listened carefully, you could hear the distance rumble of an oncoming storm, thunder booming on the horizon.

There was a pregnant pause before he started once more.

"Tomorrow, we'll need to get your injuries looked over-"

Seeing a look of fear cross your expression, he was quick to calm you.

"I'll be with you. The entire time. You won't have to deal with living life alone. I understand it's frightening to look at, but let me hold some of the weight you own."

You watched as Aizawa stretched out his hand, offering it to you. Looking at it, you thought back to all the times he'd helped you in the past. Every time he's offered his hand out to you.

All the times you were too scared to cross the road when you were little. Every time you felt too suffocated by the number of people surrounding you. Or even when it was just the two of you, silently walking home together in the warm afternoon sun.

He always offered you support, for every little thing life had to throw at you. Aizawa's expression softened when you gently put your hand in his, no hesitation in your movements.

Clasping his fingers over yours, you saw how your hands intertwined. And you realized, he was always there to take some of the pain from you - acting like he was a part of you.

"You get it now, huh?" Looking up into his eyes one more time, you thought you saw a sparkle in them. "Whenever you bring pain to yourself," He squeezed your hand a little tighter, "you're hurting me right alongside with you. I need you in one piece, kid."

You breathed out, everything a little clearer now. There was so much more to do. So much to go through. It was a formidable thought.

But as you looked up into your father's eyes and as you felt his hand in yours, you realized;

You weren't alone.

You really did owe him the world.

During my lowest moments, Aizawa was always a huge character I relied on to get me through it. I will always write comfort for him to anyone who asks.

I hope you have a lovely day, and I hope things get just a little easier for you, you definitely deserve it (*´艸`)ﾌﾌﾌｯ♡

➜ Please let me know if I missed any warnings/triggers in the tags or in the opening!

[foxgirlmoth]

Once again I have to tap the "talking about this stuff on a major social media does not make this private" and generally I think you should be avoiding this shit overall. Why does this always seem to pop up like every 4 months, fuck off. If its not clear I'm talking specifically about the incest mention here.

[woomycritiques543]

Why do people keep ignoring the fact that Vivziepop sexualized Damian and is a shotacon?

It’s actually concerning how much people are ignoring this fact.

[moociaoafterdark]

Me being a CSA and incest survivor and watching r/grimdank implode onto itself because of one art (it's seriously not that big of a deal)

[cushfuddled]

If I have to watch one more commentator clutch their pearls and cry "Ava Tyson liked LOLI!!!" I'm gonna tunnel my way to the nearest AWS data center and chew out all their server wires.

I could not give less of a shit whether Tyson liked loli or shota or whatever crazy porn art of fictional characters. I could give less of a shit whether Tyson supported a loli artist or a shota artist. What I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT is whether Tyson supported the artist who drew porn art of a REAL LIFE CHILD from the REAL WORLD. I ACTUALLY CARE whether she sent porn to REAL LIFE CHILDREN, and whether she engaged in inappropriate sexual conversations with REAL LIFE CHILDREN.

I would ask why the focus always gets pulled back to the "harm" done to FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, but we all already know the answer. It's virtue signaling and "the wisdom of repugnance" and just plain old ignorance. But FUCK does it still drive me up the wall every time.

[sibkisses]

why do i love the idea of gilbert x shota ludwig?? just a brotherly relationship taken toooo far! > < uhggrfgg ruffled hair turns into red faces and “extended playtime”

[thesebright-lights]

I feel like a conversation really needs to be had about proship/profiction and antishippers. Like with many things on the internet some people are just unable to see the nuance in anything and it’s more than a little ridiculous.

Namely, while there are certain fanfics that I think certainly *do* effect reality, I think it’s all been taken a bit far? Death Note is a good example. I see people getting mad about the fact that Light and L are shipped together due to the age gap, and I even see it with Misa and Rem (even though for Rem thats canon..?). This is just so clearly a case that pedophilia isn’t being promoted that it's insane a lot of “antis” have made it problematic.

That being said, I also came across a fic titled “Shota One-Shots” (or something very similar) that was just the author fantasizing about r*ping little boys. While I don’t think ao3 should take this down due to it's mission statement.. oh man. Anyone who writes or reads this shit is a dangerous human being. The fact that so many “proshippers” are okay with this behavior (or deny it’s existence) is disturbing. For this reason I actively avoid anyone that proudly uses this label.. at best, they deny these things happen. At worst, they defend them.

BuT wHaT aBoUt InCeSt??? Percy Jackson is a prime example of widely accepted incest in fiction. Just like with age gaps and minor/adult ships context matters.

It also goes without saying that you should tag content properly. I have zero respect for people that don’t provide content warnings/tag for things like incest, no matter the context.

I’m sick of the idea that everything has to be in extremes man. Use your critical thinking skills. Please.

[yum-zlurplie]

why r we giving them emojis... chat what 🙁

tw for mentions of pedophilia and other mentions of dark themes

[godalyn]

I know I don't get a lot of asks in my inbox (or any really), but please don't come to me trying to convince me that Black Butler was supposed to be a yaoi or a shotacon cuz' I'm gonna ignore it. While Yana's previous portrayal of Ciel and Seb was a little......weird....that does not mean that they were ever supposed to be anything but master/servant. Editor K has already said what their relationship is, and Yana hinted at Seb being a parental figure in Ciel's life. I don't wanna argue. Thanks.

[catboy-syrup]

Obey Me: "This is literally INCEST: THE GAME. Asmo wants to fuck his brothers so bad, all the time. Belphie is the biggest siscon in media history. We have official card art in the game with the brothers acting like boyfriends have you SEEN that one Beel/Belphie Memory SSR? Satan and Lucifer have an insane psychosexual oedipeus complex thing going on. We're not even gonna talk about Mammon (the confirmed masochist) getting tied up and whipped as punishment by his older brother (the confirmed sadist) like holy fuck were you even paying attention to the obvious BDSM allegories? The player is the direct descendant of their sister. Lucifer is hung tf up on Lilith and is also obsessed with MC, her great great etc grandchild. Oh also we have a shota"

Obey Me fancops/antis: HOW DARE YOU SHIP TWO FIC5IONAL CHARACTERS THAT DON'T EXIST THAT ARE FAKE NOT-REAL BROTHERS FROM A GAME THAT HAS BLATANT CANON INCEST YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF SICK FREAKS

no fr like, the fact that Asmo wants to bang his brothers is the first thing I noticed, not to mention the actual 300+ year old angel who looks 10 years old. not to mention when I first heard that the MC was the decendant of the brother's dead sister I was like "Ayo that sounds like incest with extra steps if you asked me (the way I've seen anti's say its not problematic is that the mc with the decendant of Liliths human reincarnation, but its literally played off as MC being the direct decendant.)

But nooo *I'm* the weird one cause I posted one piece of fanart that featured fanart of Luke kissing Lucifer on the cheek (Which wouldn't have even been seen as romantic if I didn't tag it as ship.)

[acid-smoke]

Contrary to your belief i dont think goldy supports proshippers (I saw ur ask with Cin) I've seen what they think of proshippers and they are heavily against them. I think the thing you had shown needs more context as I cant even see anything about it that is remotely about proshippimg

I really think this entire thing is a giant misunderstanding and spreading it to others will not make it better at all unless there is a genuine discussion about the situation.

Have a good day/night ig

- 🌟 anon.

They literally think fiction only effects reality when a person they dont like is doing it.

When meiri draws something morally questionable its the most disgusting thing and she needs deplatformed. When its anyone else suddenly fiction effecting reality is “bullshit”

The person theyre retweeting is mushroom girl, a much hated commentary youtuber because she defends proshipping, lolicon and shotacon. Its even in the DMs shown! The person who DMed her is upset because mushroom girl defended “CP of little anime girls”

Theres also this screenshot where they admit to hiding their opinion cause they know some of their friends wouldn’t want to be friends anymore if they found out

This is manipulation, theres no other way to put it. They knew some of their friends wouldn’t want to be friends anymore if they knew their beliefs but kept quiet

My boundaries are public.

[kiwibirbkat]

2, 26, and 30 for the ask game! :3

-❓️

HUGGING YOU HUGGING YOU HUGGING YOU

2. Their best friend is either Bakugo or Todoroki, with Bakugo being more like an unofficial brother than a best friend. They met when class 1A attempted to arrest my OC. Bakugo rushed in and they shot bakugo in his thigh. Before class 1A could take him to the hospital, Todoroki admitted to being curious about my OC, and they gave him a private communication device. Bakugo, for some reason, got attached to them after they shot him and was chasing them down repeatedly to try and fight them and/or arrest them, which somehow led to my OC repeatedly sleeping at Bakugo's house and becoming close with him and his parents.

26. Red azalea! Popular and pretty but deadly if consumed, similar to my OC, who is incredibly unassuming, being young, goofy, and malnourished, but is actually a mass murderer! (Silly, I know :3)

30. They'll take a while to warm up enough to trust them but will become very silly and protective after a while

[y010isaghost]

someone on xitter just called void a shota im going to kms

[zorosdimples]

I've only just gotten to Fontaine and fremi is the first "shota"-ish character i've evern been so crazed about GOD he's SO CUTE and his VOICE and his FRECKLES.

yeah i suppose fremi is a younger “coded” character, being one of the children of the hearth and all! although he (and his “siblings”) all do very adult things and there are basically no canonical ages in the game. it’s one of the things i love about fantasy worlds and realities: the subversion of expectations.

really everything about him makes my heart flutter! he’s a little romaritime flower. he’s shy, but also kind, thoughtful, talented, and braver and stronger than he thinks! his insecurities really strike me because they’re similar to my own. and i do believe he is a romantic at heart—even if it takes him a while to open up.

(+ i wanna put him into the most disgusting situations known to humankind)

[r0ttingangels]

Abuser headcanons tw gross stuff

(Coping with humor instead of typing out another weird poem post)

Things we headcanon our abuser as that they SURPRISINGLY don't identify as

1. Radqueer

They have every paraphilia known to man (we've checked /srs) (note: not that having paraphillias is the same as being radqueer and having a paraphillia is inherently wrong, but they are pro contact pro abuse and other gross stuff)

2. Lolicon

they have programmed us to form 2 lolis for them to fuck

3. Shotacon

They've made us watch B0ku no p1co and made us form a weird fusion of pico and chico

4. Idk what the kink for japanese people is

They've gotten off to us calling them senpai, onii-chan and probably onee-chan too

5. Uhhhhh that name for women who fetishize gay men?

Yea

[acid-smoke]

When is this bitch gonna stop lying?

Either you think people should react to lolicon, shotacon and proships with the appropriate amount of disgust or you think they shouldn’t. Pick one goldey, cause you cant have it both ways

And no, you dont think people have the right to post whatever cause you rightfully tried to deplatform meiri! So theyre being a hypocrite AGAIN