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|| THEORY TIMEEE ||

|| HEEEEY, SO what if All For One is actually STILL ALIVE and just put the few remaining embers of his consciousness into the embers of the Ofa? (which were SO SMALL that they seemed like just dust and were transferred through the bloody fist clash of Izuku and Tomura) ||

|| THEREEE FOOOOR, who we see is not our Izuku, but Afo going unnoticed pretending to be Izuku, that's why he rejection Katsuki's offert! (because being the closest person to Izuku and having him EVEN closer every day, he would start to notice Izuku weirder than normal, like something IS off) And the why he goes with Uraraka and they become a couple! :D (The man is so goddamn desperate that he's going to do what he did with Inko again hoping that this time it will work and that his son/daughter won't inherit the Quirkless genes like Izuku) ||

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I'm just in denial guys, I'm just fine :)

|| THEORY TIMEEE ||

|| Haha, can you imagine that in the next chapter (or in some of the four that remain) Spinner (or the new character or inko) tries to explain to Izuku that his father was All For One but he stops the conversation and tells one of them: "Don't worry, I already know." It would be CRAZY if he had known this all this time or he had deduced it at some point and was just holding it in so it wouldn't affect anyone during the war. ||

((I'm going crazy-))

|| THEORY TIMEEE ||

|| Nobody, NO ONE I TELL YOU. It's going to take the idea out of my head that these two are family (They may be siblings siblings, or maybe step-siblings.) ||

|| I mean- LOOK AT THEM ||

|| And if that's not enough, it also looks like Inko if you start to analyze it a little ||

(Yes, yes, I know I'm going crazy and delirious for not having a preview of the manga, just let me be-)

I HAD AN IDEA IN MY HEAD TO WRITE A FANFIC/BOOK AND I FORGOT AND I'M ON THE BRINK OF MADNESS BECAUSE I WANT TO REMEMBER BUT I DON'T REMEMBER ?*?#??#?#?$)#!#)#)$(#!#!$("($!#)#?#$))#*(!*)#)#$ 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

did i ever mention that i didn't have the time, energy, place or device to watch the past three episodes

everyone's getting the shijimei & hanako & nene & mitsukou experience without me... PAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN 😭😭😭😭

i might just die of work before even watching any of it but we must fight on,,,​

good bad morning everyone

So like just a thought butttt, in season 4 nighteye used his quirk to see if izuku and all might die. But izuku didn't die and instead nighteye died, and all might isn't dead yet but nighteye is. So maybe not the best idea to see how people die. Considering he died before both of them after he saw how they died. Now don't get me wrong I liked nighteye as a character and was sad when he died but I can't help but laugh at this since I'm rewatching bnha for the 3rd time and I thought of this. I don't actually believe that this has any connection btw, I'm just making a joke

@00belle00lovely00 I can imagine Catnap and Hello Kitty listening to this song (https://youtu.be/i3U6fRfzlA0) and crying over it because of how beautiful the lyrics and singing is meanwhile Dogday is just standing there looking confused af because he doesn't understand cat language 😭😭😭😭

i love them so muchhhh rarararrarrara theyre such a cute rarepair...THE POTENTIAL.....teenage pining please (i am about to knock out but all i care about is them ajdnuabivciwyvqyf)

my babies my deat dear traumatised babies LET ME SQUEEZE THEM?!!?!

also headcanon fremmie has stray long strands that escape down his neck. also dont come for me canonically fremmie is taller i just dont know by how much fremillei community dont give up!!!

keep creating rrrhhahaha

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER!!! I'M GOING INSANE

Soooooooo

yeAH-

taking a break from drawing becus i think i need to work on making my art dynamic..

ill be back.. maybezz....

sorry guys a wizard came to my house and put me under a spell that made me not have any motivation to draw..

anyways cringetober day fourrrr!1!1!1!!!!1

prompt list:

cringetober day twooo!!

the cringtober prompt list:

day 9: saiki k : 9

i actually really like this drawing

day seben: dark cacao cookie

hes my faborite cookie :3c

day fibe: RYKEER :3

i lob them

wip that im prbs never going to finish TT

mha leaks look like ai… mha leaks are inconsistent.. mha leaks miss some details on the characters.. mha leaks are digital not paper… mha leaks can’t be real they were shared on twitter… i say rocking back and forth in my straight jacket

Hello!! I have this idea for a fic thats like fem!reader getting stuck with chuuya, dazai, akutagawa(separately)in a room and they have to share a room together. Im a sucker for the one bed trope but sfw.

English is not my first lenguage so sorry for any spelling mistakes but thanks!!

Moon, tell me if I could

``~Sharing a room with them is a horrible idea, much less a bed...

``~Contents: Dazai & Chuuya x fem!reader (separately),One bed trope, SFW, dazai being a little shit (affectionately), a bit of swearing

``~A/N: ahhhh! thank you sm for the request (this is actually my first request!)! I couldn't do aku bc i don't know how to write him and this is my first time writing for chuuya romantically so it might be a bit ooc(?)...

Osamu Dazai

There was no way in hell you were gonna sleep in the same room as dazai, much less as the same bed.

When the desk concierge had told you they had a room meant for a couple that cancelled their booking last minute, you didn't think much about it. You were tired from the long train ride-and dazai's jabbering-to Kyoto and you just wanted to get as much sleep as you could before you had to start the mission fukuzawa had sent the two of you on the next morning.

Until you stepped into the room only to discover there was one bed.

"You should've slept on the couch." You huffed, rolled on your side and your back facing him. Dazai chuckled, propped up on his elbow as he looked at you with a stupid grin on his face.

"Awww, but bella'! What if I got cold?" He whined, poking the back of your head.

"Not my problem."

"You're so me-"

"Shut up, dazai."

Dazai pouted like a child, sighing and rolling onto his back at looking at the ceiling. He looked over at you, sitting up to get a better look at your face and he didn't regret it.

The way the moonlight highlighted the planes of your face and your lips parted just slightly and your eyelashes brushing your cheeks just so-

God, you were gorgeous to him.

his heart fluttered in his chest and he smiled gently at your sleeping form.

"Did you know you look beautiful when you're trying to go to sleep?" His voice had a teasing lilt to it, but dazai had meant every word that rolled off his tongue so easily. His hands itched to pull you closer and against him, to press his face to your nape and never let go.

And he did just that.

You're eyes fluttered open as you felt hands curl around your torso and dazai press his face into your back, his warm breath hitting your skin under your shirt. Heat rose to your neck and you turned around only to be face-to-face with honey eyes and a sly grin.

"D-dazai?! What the fuck-?!" Dazai pressed a finger to your lips, humming softly and he smiled at you.

"Sorry!! I was cold and, well, you're just so warm, y'know?" He giggled, letting his finger fall from your lips and acting like he didn't notice the way you pressed your lips in a line and pink dusted your cheeks. Your breath caught as he traces your face with his knuckles, eyes half-lidded and adoring-

-no, he was just tired!

Dazai hummed, brushing a fallen eyelash from your cheek. "Such a pretty girl..." He murmured. You flushed, grabbing his wrist with your hand.

"Dazai, what are you doing?" You stammered. Dazai smiled gently, pulling your hand off his wrist with his free hand and pressing kisses to every fingertip. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, cupping your cheek and shushing you.

"Not now 'donna, I wanna admire the art in front of me."

Chuuya Nakahara

Luck was not on your side, hell it was only on the side of whoever wanted to embarrass you right now.

"I'm so gonna kill Mori..." You muttered, drawing the sheets up to your chin as you slept on the very edge of the bed, with Chuuya on the other side.

"Agreed." He grumbled from the other side, your backs facing each other.

"I wasn't talking to you."

"I know."

"..."

You groaned, rolling onto your back and glaring at him. You knew it was petty to be mad at Chuuya-he wasn't the one who messed up your guys room bookings after all- but you wanted to be mad at something. Chuuya merely raised an eyebrow at you, his hands under his head.

"Why are you glaring at me?" He rolled his eyes, turning to the side to face the wall. He stared at the wall, trying to focus on anything but your eyes on him. God, he hated it-why do you have to have such an effect on him? Chuuya usually doesn't have problems sleeping, but he can't sleep, knowing you were there and he just wanted to kiss you, at least once. He didn't like the way you made his heart race, how your pretty eyes melted away any annoyances he may have had in the day.

The two of you stayed like this for a while, deciding to pretend the other was asleep and they were alone.

"...at least I'm stuck with you and not that shitty mackerel." Chuuya huffed after a bit, sitting up and glancing over at you. He tilted his head, leaning over to see that you had actually fallen asleep.

And were hanging half-off the bed.

Chuuya paused for a moment before gently placing his hands on your waist and pulling you back onto the bed so your limbs weren't hanging off like a ragdoll. He rolled you onto your back, hitting the mattress with a soft "thump" as he looked over at you, his heart clawing up his throat.

You looked so...peaceful. Eye's that glinted with wild determination shut under eyelids and soft sighs left your parted lips instead of snarky words. Strands of hair stuck to your face and chuuya brushed them away with the faintest graze of his fingertips along your warm skin. He swallowed dryly and took a small lock of your hair in between his thumb and index finger, twirling it around his fingers to see if it would hold a curl. While gently twisting you hair, he pulled a little too hard at a strand, causing you to stir. You groaned, eyes blinking and opening into slits as you looked over to see chuuya sitting there like a deer in headlights when he realized you caught him.

"uh...you hair way just in your face so um..." He dropped the strand and and he meant to rescind his hand, he swears, yet he reached out to cup your cheek, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. You gasped quietly, but you didn't pull away. Chuuya swallowed, his throat bobbing and he slid his hand into your hair and to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him.

"Chuuya-"

"please?" his voice sounded so quiet, so gentle.

A beat, and you sighs, relaxing and allowing him to hold you close. He sighs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and you looked up at him, just about to say something when he cut you off, trailing his fingers down your face and resting one on your bottom lip.

"God, you're so pretty, y'know that doll?"

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i wish tumblr had a feature where when you’ve liked something THEY STOP SHOWING YOU IN ON UR TL GGAJDHDJSBSJSH IF I HAVE TO SCROLL PAST THE SAME 15 POSTS AGAIN IM GOING TO HAVE AN ANEURISM

how i'm getting though college and waking up at 5:30 am for my baking labs

talking to people is hard

everyone waiting for mcr5 all like

IV done alot of digital art in the past few weeks......

(so much of it is sonic fanart I'm actually obsessed, all my friends hate me cuz I bring it up in every conversation but if I hav a new obsession then they hav to kno about it)

OHHHH MY GOD THIS IS SO ADORABLE IM SOBBING

Justice Family Cuddles ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

6 DAYS TILL WILL'S BIRTHDAY

☄️ lyrics from The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Hey! I read the fics you've written for Teddy Pierce from the Christmas Chronicles and I love them so much, I've been trying to look for more fics of him but can barely find any! I was wondering if you could write one where it's like right after Christmas and Teddy gets sick with the flu or the stomach bug or something and the reader ends up taking care of him even though he insists on powering through it on his own? No rush tho! :)

Stuck in The Sheets

"This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!"

[Sick Teddy Peirce X F! Reader]

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, teddy acting like he is dying, coughing and just being sick, Teddy has an attitude, Teddy is downbad, Reader is referred to as an angel (not in dialogue), Fragile masculinity? (teddy wants to be 'manly'), and first "I love you" is spoken.

Amazing request, I hope I did it justice! I already had them dating before, I don't know if you wanted a sick confession. I had so much fun writing this, to me personally, I feel like Teddy is a very mushy sick person. A "man cold" type. So I hope this matches with what you wanted! Thank you so much for the request, remember this is how I imagine things, so if you dislike it, make your own. ENJOY!

It was only a week after Christmas and Teddy blamed those "elves" Santa had for getting him this sick. Although his mother claimed it was just the flu, for all he knew it could be some form of rabies from them. Ok that was dramatic, but part of him believed this is what he got for not believing in Satna. This was his revenge. He was going to die, he had every right to be dramatic, he was bedridden. Coughing, his throat was ever so dry, he had a huge headache, and not to mention his temperature was 102 degrees. He felt like he was dying a pitiful death. He didn't want his girlfriend, you, to see him like this, but with his luck, his sister called you and asked you to come over. Forcing him to endure the pain of looking like a fool before you. He was thankful to an extent; he would have something pretty to look at before he went. You thought he was being unreasonable. He just needed to give it a few days and he would be ok. To him, you believed he thought it would never end.

Being the wonderful partner you were even though you had just gotten back from staying at your grandparents' house. Since that was where you had Christmas at. You made your way to his house after getting some distressing messages from his younger sister. Personally, you didn't remember when you gave her your number, but right now that didn't matter. You knocked on the door, his mother answered, inviting you in before telling you what you already knew. "Teddy isn't feeling the bes-" In the middle of her sentence his voice was heard yelling for his sister to leave his room. He sounded so sick, poor thing. You thanked her and excused yourself to be with your boyfriend. Climbing up the old steps to his childhood and present home, they creaked slightly. Gently you made your way to his door, something you were so used to. If the situation was opposite, it wouldn't be since he for some reason refused to enter through your door. He preferred your window late into the night, it seemed to be his favorite.

"Go away." He grumbled as you knocked on his door, causing a laugh to stir inside you. You opened the door anyway, slowly walking inside. His head turned slightly, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of you. Stumbling on his words in his sick voice, still managed to grumble out a few words, "I- I didn't mean that for you..K- Kate wouldn't leave me alone." Causing you to laugh, stepping inside his room fully. The door closing behind you with a small click. Just shaking your head at him. Gosh, he really was just an awkward teenage boy, but he was your awkward teenage boy. "You didn't need to come, I'm fine. Kate was being stupid, you just got back, go home." He continues. He knew it was most likely stupid and pointless, you weren't just going to leave. Especially because he looked terribly sick, like almost a Victorian child dying of the plague. You weren't going to leave. How could you? Even if your lovely, angsty and 'manly' boyfriend insists he will be fine.

You let out a small laugh again, walking closer to him. Before sitting down beside him on his bed. He was sitting up so he was only a few inches from you. "I brought you soup, it's downstairs with your mom." He shook his head, obviously annoyed with you. Sometimes he hated how nice you were, hated how kind you were to him even before dating. Gosh, even when you both were playfully bickering the words you spoke never sounded harsh. You were an angel, everyone in town knew that. Why did you pick a kid who stole and hijacked cars? That was beyond him. That didn't mean he was ungrateful, he loved you to death. He didn't want to be the first to say those three words. He was supposed to be the man. Right?

He grimaced at your words, still a bit lost in thought. "I'm fine I promise, you can go home and unpack." Stopping himself before he said please. He couldn't remember the last time he truly said that word. He knew you wouldn't leave, even if he pleaded with you. That just wasn't who you were. Couldn't blame him for at least asking. Sitting beside him, you wrapped him into a hug. Catching him off guard a bit, he hugged you back, holding in a cough. To not force the moment to end due to your worries. But it was bound to happen as soon as you pulled back, he started coughing like a maniac. Causing you to hand him is water that sat on his side table. He nodded slightly as a thanks. Amid his coughing he managed to speak, "I'm serious. I'm fine." Now you were getting annoyed at him, he was obviously not fine. He was sick, very sick. Why wouldn't he just let you take care of him?

You shook your head slightly, playfully. "If you're not sick I'm Jack Frost himself, don't give me that." The words spoken had a hint of an attitude, but he kept giving you an answer you weren't going to take. He knew that, his sister knew that, even his own mother knew that. No matter what, you would still be here. "We both know I'm not going anywhere, you're stuck with me." Smiling, you pull him into another hug. This hug was more playful than the other one. His head was in the crook of your neck as you pulled back slightly, resting your forehead on his. It was so sappy he thought he may throw up, at least that's what he would tell his friends. He wouldn't tell them how he wanted to relish in the moment until he felt better. He was so in love it hurt but he couldn't say...

"I love you." It was faint, almost too faint. If he was too lost in thought, he would have missed those three words you spoke. His cheeks flushed up, unaware of how red your cheeks had become. Letting out a shaken breath, he spoke as softly as you spoke those three words, "You love me?" You nodded shyly, your foreheads still pressed together. Quickly he pulled back his eyes, finally softened speaking even more quietly, "I love you too." A smile crossed your face at his words. His face was almost as red as Saint Nick's hat.

He pulled you close, he wanted to kiss you. More like needed to kiss you but you pushed him away. Not wanting to get sick. He frowned, looking like one of those sad puppies on commercials wanting you to buy their product. "This is torture just one kiss won't kill you!" He furrowed his eyebrows, he was going to get that kiss. "Come on, you told me you loved me today. I think I should get a complimentary kiss." Now he was just acting a bit cocky. Can't blame a man for trying, could you? You shook your head for probably the hundredth time today. Laughing slightly at his child-like antics.

It was getting late and your parents would rather die than let you sleep over at your boyfriend's house. They nonstop said "hormonal teenagers can't be trusted". Whatever, you smiled before leaving. Making sure he knew where the soup you brought him was and that he could call you in the afternoon tomorrow. You didn't want him randomly calling you at 3am even though that was most likely what would happen. Kissing his forehead before you left, to his fake displeasure. His eyes couldn't hide how he felt, it was the biggest look of love you had ever seen. Then you exited the room. The same small click behind you as you shut the door to leave. Saying goodbye to his mother and sister before walking home. It took you a bit, but after you got home, you laid in your bed for a while.

Starting to unpack your clothing and other stuff from Christmas up in Chicago with your grandparents, you felt something in your throat. Before you started to cough. That damn boyfriend of yours.

Thank you so much for reading this, this is my first request so I hope I did well. Christmas in February?! Yes yes I know, not to mention I have a few drafts I should post. But let me know if you have any more requests! Love you all! If you see any grammar mistakes or spelling, just let me know! I'll fix it right away to make sure everyone has a wonderful reading experience.

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Just here thinking about Steve getting isekai'ed. Like. One of my favorite things is reading generic isekai mangas/manhwas with overpowered protagonists and convenient situations at the point i don't even remeber wich ones i've read.

So imagine one Steve harrington getting summoned into an isekai, him being the basic hero who needs to defeat the demon King, going on a journey, making comrades, learning magic and using a sword, etc, etc.

But also, him having already lived the upside down. Steve being summon shortly after the events of the fourth season (just without eddie dying), with the experience of fighting monsters, the survival mode still in his system, with the fear that the monsters of this other world could came to his own through glowing magic circles just like he did.

Because of that, after the princess and the saint had promised him that he could go back to his own world, to his home, his friends (his family), at the shortest time possible after he got summon, didn't matter how much time he spend in this other world. He decides— like the self-sacrifice idiot with a hero complex that he is— that he would help.

Clue Steve living a whole isekai for almost a decade just to come back after a week had passed in his original world.

Of course The Party would have noticed Steve's missing, the Gates are still open, the whole town split apart, monsters hadn't started to appear but is only time until they do, so of course they are high alert and notice when one of them just go radio silent.

Nobody knows where he is, what happened to him, if he's still alive. And since the whole town is a mess they can't exactly do a search for a misssing person.

And just like he disappeared, he reappears one week later, Hopper founding him drinking beer in the only still open bar of town with more scars than before, carrying a sword in his waist and with all the powers and cofidence he gained in the magical world intact.

Now if Vecna decides to make his come back, he would stand no chance against the rage of a superpowered teenage girl, a rag tag group of teenagers, four tired adults and a returned hero with almost a decade of experience fighting beings more powerful than he.

im so sorry