#yay Deku?

[jillflame]

I feel like I've watched this show...

[gwenydwenyy]

do u like stars?

[kacievvbbbb]

Honestly despite my feelings about how the last arc of MHA went down I really love Deku and his story.

I just feel like a lot of the time we get these protagonists whose whole philosophy is it doesn’t matter what you were born as everyone can achieve greatness. But then the series goes on and it turns out that actually it DOES matter because the protagonist has this really great lineage and these really great powers you can only have through birth they were actually born born, predestined if you will, to do this.

But MHA actually sticks to its guns. Midoriya wasn’t revealed to have some great connection to all might that the universe had put in place. He wasn’t defended from some great lineage that makes him uniquely suited to this. Hell All for one didn’t even turn out to be his father, there was no hidden powerful quirk he was always meant to have. He was just Midoriya Izuku a boy who was in the right place at the right time and simply decided to act while the world did nothing. And that’s what really made him a hero.

I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but I believe him a bit more when he goes anybody can be a hero if you just decide to act

[vaguelyaperson]

as much as i understand shigaraki's death, narratively speaking, i'm also so goddamn tired of society needing martyrs.

what made me fall in love with shigaraki is that he's an excellent villain. all his character development built towards him becoming a more competent, driven, effective villain. he became an incredible symbol of fear just as deku became an incredible symbol of peace. this is who he was, in entirety. there is nothing else shigaraki could be.

when shigaraki told izuku, in his final moments, to pass on the message to spinner that "shigaraki fought to destroy until the very end," it really emphasized how it would have dishonored him to be vegeta'd, as it were.

shigaraki made it his mission to tear down hero society. this was his noble mission. this is what made him a hero to the league of villains. because he saw the systemic evils, he saw the evils that hurt his friends, and sought to destroy it all.

there's something to be said about trying to change someone who doesn't want to change, but for shigaraki, it was more than just trying to rehabilitate him from mass murdering. because to him, and the league of villains, what he was doing WAS the right thing. to tell shigaraki not to destroy would be akin to telling deku not to save. "you may not understand, but that's what makes me the villain."

there was a binary choice here: either he'd be left free to complete his mission and destroy everything, or he'd be stopped, permanently.

Izuku, by reaching tenko's heart, but ultimately stopping shigaraki, was choosing the only third option he had: declaring that he would not let all of society be destroyed, but not without promising that he'd do everything he can to reform it here on out.

shigaraki destroys. deku saves.

that's it. that's the bnha narrative in its most basic foundation. horikoshi did not fail to tell that story.

I think what ultimately fucking sucks about this ending is that it's too realistic. society often DOES need a martyr - or often martyrs - to realize that they fucked up, that they let an evil persist too long. they need a shocking enough tragedy to point to and swear they'll never let it happen again. society needs to be rocked to its very core before people can be motivated to get their heads out of their asses and work together towards reforms.

and that in itself is an evil, that people can't see how much harm they're causing or condoning without some horrific tragedy.

i think we're all mad at horikoshi for failing to follow through on the story because we didn't WANT the realistic ending. we wanted the hopeful one. the against all odds one. we didn't want another story about society using the image of martyrs to get its shit together. because we already know that story. and we're so so so tired of it.

especially when we know it only leads to a temporary peace.

because people forget. they put in enough reforms to feel good, and then get comfortable and ignorant again. when does that cycle end? when can we finally notice the evil in time to PREVENT it? so that everyone, 'heroes and villains,' get a happy ending?

I think our anger with the bnha ending is good. we want different - not just in fiction, but in real life. we're willing to hope for different. we should hold onto hope and fight for different.

[colruss]

Coloring random MHA manga panels day 2

[buggymikey]

Bkdk or whatever 🙄🙄 UGH THEYRE SO CUTE GUYS OML !!!!!!

[zephrysix]

deku headcanon (maybe😭)

do yall think he used to listen to all might asmr 😭😭😭😭 like nothing weird OBVIOUSLY. just like those comfort rp ones or ppl cosplayinf all might and tapping shit.. idk maybe this is an odd take but i can see a vision... (if he did he'd prob choose a rp one where hes all mights sidekick or smth and all might is bandaging him up after being hurt on a mission) idk smth stupid LOL😭 anyway thats all sorry if this was cringe.. heh

[fixhbones]

their feelings become one…

[axel-tiredstudent]

Edited this mha official art to fit my own personal headcanons! :D

[lempeeartz]

They made him EMO!! 😱 (and scene)

His shirt on the far left is my fav ever. I saw it on Pinterest and it literally inspired this entire concept

THE HAIR IS MAKING ME GIGGLE LMFAO

[fossilfueleater]

my thoughts playing oot “what parents??”

[scribblestatic]

Kacchan becomes rather quiet for a long while after that.

He still uses his quirk, but as far as speaking, he kind of goes a bit mute.

What were the last things he was going to say to Deku? He wasn’t sure, but he knew they weren’t kind. What was the last thing he said to him, anyway?

Of course, he knew what Deku’s last words were.

“Kacchan!”

In a panicked tone, a little breathless from running up to him so suddenly and shoving him.

Right before a near deafening thud and the feeling of something wet on his cheek.

It just...

It really happened so fast.

And it all ended with Deku saving his life.

Usually, he’d be angry. He’d throw a tantrum over the uppity idiot thinking he needed saving.

But that could’ve been him.

That could’ve been him.

That should’ve been him.

A splatter on the concrete. A little arm, separated from the rest of his flattened body.

They had to scrape him off the walls and ground.

Deku saved him. Deku died saving him.

And where he’d usually be angry, he was only empty.

Because if “useless” Deku could save his life and die, how much more useless was he, someone with a quirk, that someone quirkless had to die for him?

...Katsuki doesn’t talk about heroes for a long while after that.

---

“Bakugou-san, your quirk is amazing!”

“Bakugou, you made it to the top of the class again. You’re very smart!”

“Bakugou-kun, you’re a very good student with a strong quirk. Have you ever been interested in being a hero?”

People tell him these things often, now that he thinks about it.

But every time they mention these things, he imagines himself below the debris that should’ve fallen on him.

“Your quirk is amazing!”

It wouldn’t have saved me.

“You’re very smart!”

But too stupid to avoid getting someone killed.

“--Interested in being a hero?”

...He made a great one, in the end.

Perhaps it wasn’t healthy, being so preoccupied by thoughts of someone who could never come back. Someone that Katsuki himself basically killed. He wasn’t strong or smart enough when it counted most, and Deku picked up the slack when no one asked him to.

...Now that he thought about it, Deku didn’t have a quirk, but other than that, there wasn’t anything to excessively bad about him. In fact, he saved him even without one. So what exactly was so bad about Deku?

What had been bad about him?

...A lot of things.

He was nosy. He was a creep. He didn’t know better when it counted. He couldn’t leave people alone. He always tried to be a hero, practically obsessed with it when people kept saying he couldn’t be one. 

Deku proved them all wrong.

Deku proved him wrong.

Maybe...if he hadn’t tried so hard, things could’ve turned out differently.

Katsuki knew he was part of the reason Deku tried so hard. After Deku turned out quirkless, Katsuki was among the first people to tell him he couldn’t be a hero. So he kept trying, over and over again.

...Well, he proved him wrong.

But Katsuki, when his spiraling thoughts went especially far, wasn’t sure he was quite worth saving.

[wander-wren]

a Thought, tm, if you will

Katsuki is sprinting before he properly knows what’s happening, caught up in green and redredred and Deku. He skids to his knees, half colliding with Deku as he scrabbles for a good hold on Katsuki’s shoulders.

Scrabbles, because his hands are wet and slippery with his own blood and there’s no traction. His eyes are wide, pupils so huge there’s hardly a hint of emerald, his mouth open with gasps for air, teeth stained red.

Katsuki realizes he’s babbling like the nerd himself. “Fuck, fuck, stop moving, I gotcha, I’m gonna get you out of here, just—shit, just fucking—where the fuck is it coming from.“

Everywhere.

Broken bones shift and splinter further under his clumsy hands. Kacchan has never been the one of them that fixes things.

“D—Izuku, hold on, hold the fuck on, I’m fixing you-“

“Kacchan,” Izuku gasps, body jerking, out of control. Katsuki thinks death throes and then thinks over my goddamn corpse.

“Shut the fuck up, you stay with me, you hear? I swear to god, I am dragging your shitty ass home.”

“Kacchan!”

And Izuku grabs the sides of his face with his blood-slicked hands, yanking him down hard and crushing their lips together. Katsuki makes a noise of protest, muffled. He tastes Deku, ozone and sage, and then he feels it.

Lightning crackling through his veins, making a home in his bones. Pure power, generations of it, flowing easily under his skin.

Tenth.

Katsuki rips away with a short, horrified cry, but it doesn’t help. Doesn’t stop it. Izuku’s eyelids flutter shut, the ghost of a smile still on his face, and Katsuki grabs the front of his uniform before he collapses. He drags him in, cradling him against his chest, letting his blood flow red and red and red over both of them and watching Izuku’s quirk dance helplessly on his skin. Like it can’t settle. Like it knows it doesn’t belong to him. The sounds of battle are ringing all round them; it’s only a matter of time before another attack catches them. The fighting’s not over.

Fuck the fight.

Katsuki staggers to his feet and starts sprinting. Save to win.

He hasn’t lost to Deku yet, and dammit, he isn’t starting today.

credit where credit’s due, i saw a tododeku fic with a similar premise (mid-battle kiss to transfer ofa) which i did Not read bc my first thought was WOW I WANNA WRITE THAT and i dont wanna. accidentally steal too much. so i made it bakudeku and now it’s living in my head

[ofgravitation-moved]

@roguesenses​ said: When he went to the sweets shop and asked what he should get as a White Day gift, the owner asked him if it was for his girlfriend or someone he has a crush on. Izuku might have turned bright red and responded in incoherent sentences, something along the lines of um, uh, well, hmm, I- uhhhh. Seeing this response, the nice lady decided to spare him and sent him back with a beautifully packaged pouch of candies. Candies were used...to confess one's feelings, weren't they? Did he dare? Izuku stared at them, struggling with indecision for sixteen days and twelve hours before finally going out and purchasing all the ingredients needed to make mochi. In the end, he decided to make her something he knew for sure she'd enjoy eating. He made about two dozen mochis, and carefully selected the best-looking ones for Ochako. Before he started packing them into a box, Izuku found his gaze lingering on the bag of candies once again. Without even really knowing what he was doing, he unwrapped the candy package and took one out. After another second of struggle, he hid it in one of the mochis he made and tossed that extra special mochi into the box first so it was at the very bottom. Maybe she won't even get to it. And even if she did perhaps she would think the candy had gotten in there by mistake. It was Izuku's feelings, carefully and very hesitantly slipped into the box along with the rest of his hard work. Adding a derpy-looking rabbit plushie with round green eyes next to the mochi box, Izuku tightly packed the whole thing into a gift bag. On the evening of White Day, he left it in front of Ochako's dorm room door and prayed it won't be discovered by another classmate first. 

white day wasn’t for her. it was for all the other people in the world that set time aside for love, and relationships: something , ochako decided a long time ago, she would step away from. after classes for the day, ochako was headed back to the dorms with mina, tsu, and yaomomo. the three of the girls joke and giggle about possible white day gifts they could potentially be receiving, but-- ochako isn’t really listening. in fact, she’s glancing across the courtyard at a head of forest green hair. had deku received her valentine’s day gift? sure, he’d said as much.. but.. there’s no way he’d return it! he’s probably busy training, like always. like she should be doing. 

that night, ochako worked out in an empty gym. she did quirk exercises: floated herself in and out of the pool a few times. activating her quirk on her own body wasn’t as much of an issue as it was in the beginning of their first year. she hadn’t vomited rainbows in well, a long time. however, there was no issue of continue to strengthen that part of her quirk, no? plus, it was a nice distraction for the inevitable: listening to the girls tomorrow go own about their several white day gifts, when ochako would receive none. 

rubbing away the sweat on her cheek with the pink towel that hung around her neck, ochako yawned and made her way back to the dorms. she thought about showering, but didn’t realize how late it actually was. she wasn’t that dirty, and she could always shower in the morning. sleep sounded wonderful. 

slipping off her shoes by the door, the common room is silent. and ochako is happy to see she wasn’t disturbing anyone so late. climbing the stairs, she comes to her door, reaches for the handle, and kicks something in front of it. blinking hazel eyes, ochako peers down at the gift bag with confusion. no-- did someone actually? biting her lip, ochako quick touches the bag to float it, opens the door, and pushes it inside quickly following it. she just hoped that no one had seen it prior to her return. 

inside the room, ochako drops her backpack but leaves the gift bag floating with it’s pink aura. ochako doesn’t know what to think or who it could be from. she stares at it with a wonder and anxiety she can’t quite comprehend. finally, her eagerness gets the better of her, and she releases the bag onto her bed. taking a deep breath, she removes the gift paper and reaches inside. 

the first thing she pulls out is a silly little bunny. he’s cute, soft, oh.. very soft. a hand moves along the bunny’s back and ochako smiles at the way the fur feels on the pads of her fingers. she sets the bunny down, but when she does, it’s the first time she’s caught sight of it’s vibrant green eyes. surely.. that was a coincidence, right? licking her lips, ochako reaches back into the back again pulling out a small box. inside were.. mochi! so.. carefully made and in so many cute and sweet colors! she takes one off the top and bites into it with a happy hum. wow, talk about delicious! 

flipping the bag, ochako expected a card or a note-- nothing, and that puzzled her more. she hadn’t given anyone else anything on valentine’s day-- could, this really be from izuku? ochako looked at the bunny again. met with warm green eyes in return, ochako felt a pit in her stomach. surely, deku was just being nice! returning the gifts like friends do, right?

a hand shuffles in the mochi box. from years of mochi eating, ochako has always thought the best ones were on the bottom. reaching for one she takes it, and bites into it, still contemplating what this all meant. and.. this one, tasted sweeter. different. gooey. ochako pulled the mochi away from her lips, spotting green candy inside. she’d seen sappy romantic comedy’s growing up. she’d seen others get gifts similar, and candy meant one thing: a show of affection. sharing one’s feelings, saying the other cares. 

dumbfounded, ochako falls back onto her bed with a thud. cheeks rosy and pink, there’s nothing more she wants then to go run to deku’s room right now and tell him how she’s felt about him all this time! but.. he’s probably asleep, right? plus, it was after curfew now.. ochako looks at the breeze blowing in from her cracked balcony door. tossing the half-eaten candy back in the box, ochako takes off and floats herself out of the window and up a story to the boy’s floor, landing on deku’s balcony, bunny in hand. 

for a moment, she hovers there, unsure of what to do or say. for strength, she hugs the bun close with one arm and hesitantly knocks against the glass with the other. after a long moment, she does it again. if he opens it, tears are caught in the corners of ochako’s eyes. and she’s still hovering. only remembering to release when she finds herself getting flustered just by the sight of him. “ um, h-hi deku. sorry it’s so late! i just got back from the gym-- and-- ” she’s still hugging the bunny. “ i-- uhm, found your gifts, t-thank you. ” her eyes drop to the floor as she tries to find her words, then lift to glance up at the stars instead. that makes her feel better. with a light sigh, ochako looks back at izuku and smiles. tentatively, she reaches out with her free hand and wraps it around his neck to pull him into a hug. against his ear, she whispers, “ i-- like... you, too. ”

[candiiee]

I think they all look pretty good :)

Especially Izuku- nails that cute nerd thing

And fine, maybe Bakugo.

[danzainosolitude]

I thought I swore off my hero academia years ago but here I am reading Yesterday Upon the Stair. Not particularly interesting (not a fan of Fanon Deku) and hard to read (cringy) at some points, but I was curious about what people were raving about. Maybe it’ll get better in the next 50 chapters. Just gotta hold out and maybe I’ll find a great fic. 4/10 so far.