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Ryune, aka, the manipulator

Vlad's Big Feast. 😳🍷

Vlad asked to speak to Mic and Eraser alone at a party for all the teachers, it was rare that he wanted to speak to both of them at the same time. He must have something up his sleeve and that's how it was, he asked Hizashi to come closer to him and the blond approached with all innocence. The next move was very unpredictable.

Kan lifted him with his big arms, the blond just looked confused at his friend Shouta, everything was fine until he carefully opened his mouth and began to swallow his partner Yamada. Aizawa jumped back in shock, he was watching how he They ate it without any reaction. One last swallow took him to his stomach, which suddenly swelled into the shape of Present Mic, his tongue protruding gasping in satisfaction at his food, but he still didn't feel full. Eraserhead was still there stunned, he can't move until he saw Vlad King approaching him, along with his best friend inside him. Despite having become heavier he was still much faster, he managed to corner the dark-haired man before he could cross the door, he licked his lips and smiled at him with those big fangs.

-Enjoy the view first~- Kan clung his stomach to it, he could see how Hizashi moved inside, the gurgling sounds of his stomach became more present as well as the little struggles, barely perceptible in the cramped space. He put his head in his mouth completely passing it to his tight throat full of strange liquids, a wet sound echoed around a gulp, swallowing him up to his shoulders, now he had trouble breathing and the little air was not so oxygenable, when the more he went down, that warm temperature was present.

The Blood Hero took a strong gulp that introduced it to his abdomen, now only his legs were hanging from his jaws, Aizawa kicked a little feeling the weightlessness to which Sekijiro took another powerful swallow that covered him up to his knees, suddenly inside his throat a gurgle from his stomach resounded in front of his face, which collided with a sphincter of flesh, it was the entrance to Vlad's stomach to which he took one last swallow that introduced Shouta completely into his throat pushing him towards him. sphincter, which opened when he collided with Mic's face upon receiving it, his stomach was very tight so he forced himself to get into a fetal position next to the blond through the reduced space, now he could only hear the intestinal sounds inside. Suddenly the walls press a little on all sides, it was Kan massaging his belly full of his two companions.

Both went crazy and began to squirm inside his tight stomach, it was difficult for them to move but they could do it a little, they writhed the best they could, if he was going to digest them they going to make him through the worst possible, although it seemed the opposite since each Every time they struggled, Vlad let out a couple of burps and his stomach began to make more gurgles, from its walls they began to secrete more viscous and disgusting liquid.

-Come on guys, you just make me feel more pleasure and speed up your digestion...*Brraaauurrp~!!*-he laughed stroking his huge belly. They stood still as they realized that the liquids were rising to their breasts leaving less room to breathe, the walls of their stomach contracted with more force squeezing them even more, both of them were putting pressure on their bodies as tight as they were. Now they were really tired and weak from the acids starting to work on them, their clothes has being to get completely digested and their skin was starting to burn, each one gives his last blow, there are no more energies left, the digestive juices are almost above their necks and they have taken all the energies. Everything around them was sticky and hot, everything slowly blurs, they let their stomach sounds lull them to sleep.

Kan simply pats his stomach to make his belly finish the job, his stomach growling monstrously to let out a huge belch that expels the leftover and half-digested pieces of his teammates heroic gear, his stomach slowly shrinking to fit only with the lump of bones that were not digested. Eraserhead and Present Mic woke up disoriented in the same room, they didn't know how they were alive after that. They remembered absolutely everything, even all the pain they felt, apparently Vlad King had put something in their drinks.

Fin.

he is soooo ME ‼️

Here's just a little sneak peek at the fun and amazing work of art that is called...

Airwaves Unscripted (PapaMic) by Chimera_Regarion on WP!

It's crack and it's beautiful and you should definitely go read it right this second- ANYWAY on to it...

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(Izuku Midoriya's POV)

"-and I swear, if I see one more hero posting a 'thoughts and prayers' tweet after doing jack shit to fix the problem, I'm gonna lose my mind." I say, drumming my fingers against the desk.

"Oh-ho, careful, Zuzu!" Dad snickers. "You're gonna make all the corporate heroes cry into their brand sponsorships!"

"Oh no, whatever shall they do? Maybe wipe their tears with the stacks of cash they made off merchandise while ignoring the civilians suffering right outside their shiny-ass agencies?*" I lean into the mic, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just a kid, what do I know?"

"You know too much," Dad sighs dramatically. "Society's golden boy, how dare you think critically?"

"I know, I should be grateful!" I throw a hand up. "Look at me, a student at U.A., the peak of all human existence, training under heroes who definitely, absolutely, 100% never screw up or fail anyone! Right, Dad?"

Dad snorts, trying to hold in his laughter. "Oh, absolutely. Heroes are always perfect, and the system has zero flaws."

"Exactly!" I gesture wildly. "*Clearly, those people who get ignored, overlooked, or outright abandoned just didn't try hard enough. If they wanted help, they should've been conveniently located near a hero who was having a good day!"

Dad claps his hands. "And let's not forget the golden rule: If you're not 'hero material, then society's just not built for you! That's your fault, obviously!"

"Mmm, yes, let's talk about that!" I tap the mic. "my new brother, who totally doesn't hate my guts-hi, by the way! spent his entire childhood being told he's villainous because his quirk is scary. Meanwhile, I-quirkless, useless, disposable-got the same treatment but for a different reason. Because society loves picking favorites.*"

Dad hums. "It's almost like... the system is designed to benefit a select few while leaving the rest to rot?*"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful now, Dad." I gasp. "That almost sounded like criticism! We can't have that! You're a pro hero! What if people start thinking for themselves?!"

"Perish the thought!"

"Exactly!" I slam my hands down. "Heroes are the good guys, and if you dare question anything about them, you must be anti-hero or pro-villain! Those are the only two options, right?"

Dad dramatically wipes a fake tear. "It's so simple when you put it like that, Zuzu."

"I try." I smirk. "Wouldn't wanna burden people with nuance or critical thinking. That's dangerous, you know."

"Super dangerous."

We both pause. The silence lingers for a second, stretching just long enough to be uncomfortable.

Because it's not really a joke.

We mean every word.

"Anyway," I shake my head, breaking the moment. "Let's move on before we accidentally wake up the morality police. What's next?"

Dad glances at his notes. "Ooooh, this one's fun! 'Heroes with their own energy drinks-a discussion on capitalism, branding, and selling out!"

I groan. "Oh, kill me now."

Dad cackles. "Buckle up, partner, it's gonna be a wild ride!"

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... Please go read it, it's crack and I'm living for it

Present mic a d1 crashout for GOOD REASON. Because tf ym he's been putting up a front infront of everyone since the death of his best friend. Instead of managing his own greif and moving past it, he gives everything in his power to make sure his best friend can do that, just to get seemingly no recognition. Then he gets called in to reawaken said dead best friend.

What the fuck???

Because that idea isn't batshit in itself, he continues to make sure Aizawa doesent spiral during AND after, just for shou to not talk about it, not aknowladge that hizashi is hurt, and to overall demean him and his feelings.

How does he respond?

Almost killing his dead best friend (because that's fucking possible) just for the sake of shouta. So shouta doesent get hurt. So shouta's memory isn't tainted, and shouta can move on.

present mic but he has a podcast,, not like *that* but like how schlatt had the weekly slap. He's got comedy to entice adults but he's focused towards teens. they (mostly students) send him questions every week that are sometimes stupid and sometimes serious, looking for help and advice and he responds with his own experiences and mixes jokes inbetween

present mic flossing haunts me everyday

umm present mic with his hair in a bun??? someone send help

Uh, am I back?

Yeah, I don't know what to say, so just enjoy the beautiful men's

And it's probably obvious I was listening while I was drawing this, right?🩷💙

Trying to work with light💫

Some Sketches!

Oh God... sorry guys who follow my work (if there are any) I completely forgot that I have a tumblr!

And I completely forgot that I drew this glue man for you. For some reason I wanted to make it in the aesthetics of the 80's. I hope you liked it!💫

Y’all my favorite headcanon that I saw is that Aizawa is quiet and barely talks when he’s in public, but when he’s at home he just goes to yap town w/ his husband :*)

found family

Mic icons

Sometimes I forget EraserMic is a fan ship and not a canon thing and I'm so confused as to why I can't see their wedding rings.

And then I remember it's not a canon thing and I sob because why do you mean my dads are not married.

So MHA is definitely giving me alot of inspiration for more collages I’ve made a lot but I thought I’d drop them when I had more than a few done

How much interaction is aizawa allowed to have now? Does he still see his students and colleagues? Can he even hold a conversation?

After the incident, M.E.D.U.Z.A., Aizawa was placed in isolation under the supervision of Director Nezu.

Aizawa can see his colleagues regularly, as well as his students, but under strict supervision for the sake of safety.

Aizawa's dialogue is a mixture of slurred words and phrases, as due to a mutation of his quirk, Aizawa's facial muscles are deformed, and he cannot pronounce syllables.

that's why Aizawa uses sign language, but he invented this language for himself, which makes it very difficult to understand.

Dialogue example:

Mick: Hey, how are yolu?

Aizawa: I'm f. ....plm.. okay

Thank you so much for asking questions(*｀▽´*)

murder

Waaaaaaaa

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@anartisicandautisticstararcher

I need help to find this if it exists.

Ok, it is a shindeku fanfiction. Aizawa and yamada are the parents of shinsou and eri. They are very jealous that deku know their kids very well. Shinsou and deku are actively dating, and shinsou likes to take dekus sweatshirts. Eri calls deku whenever she has a nightmare. That's what starts off all of it. Inko has died. izuku now lives on his own. Izuku, shinsou, and eri have movie nights. Izuku smokes cigarettes. I believe this takes place in like third year. Izuku has like an emergency nightmare/need bag that he takes to see eri and shinsou.

That's what I can remember. I dont know if I have read this or just dreamed it. I want to say it was on fanfiction.net, but im not sure if you know this fic or have an idea of it help would be much appreciated. If I remember anymore, I'll edit this post.

"Needles & Nonsense"

Summary: Reader’s stubbornness kicks back in, and the adults are not having it

The hospital room was too white.

The walls. The sheets. The buzzing light. It all made your skin crawl. Even worse was the IV line in your arm—a clear tube taped down to your skin like some parasite, slowly dripping fluids into your veins like you were a broken plant.

You glared at it like it had personally insulted you.

You had been stable for two days. That’s what they said. “Stable,” whatever that meant. You still felt like garbage. You couldn’t walk more than five feet without your knees giving out. But that was beside the point.

The point was the IV.

Disgusting. Cold. Invasive. You hated how it felt inside your arm, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. Every few hours a nurse would come by and adjust the bag, and you had to just sit there like a helpless child. It made your skin crawl. You weren’t even scared of needles, not really—it was the being plugged in part that made your chest tight.

And honestly?

You were done.

You looked toward the door. No nurses. No heroes. The hallway was quiet. Probably lunchtime.

You glanced down at your arm.

“This is a terrible idea,” you muttered under your breath.

Then you yanked the IV out.

It came free with a squelch and a tiny spurt of blood, and you slapped your hand over it with a hiss. “Ow, ow, ow—grossgrossgross—”

A few drops of saline hit the sheets as the IV line swung freely like a limp vine. You shoved it aside like it was cursed, pressing a tissue to your bleeding arm.

You felt instantly better.

But the second you relaxed, the door opened.

“…What the hell are you doing?” Aizawa’s voice cut through the air like a whip.

You flinched.

“I was—uh,” you started, hiding the bloody tissue behind your back. “Nothing?”

He strode over in three long steps, eyes scanning the scene. The IV was dangling. The bandage was slipping. Your arm was still dripping faintly.

“You pulled it out?!” he barked.

You winced. “It felt gross, okay?! I’m not a science experiment—!”

“You’re a hospital patient,” Aizawa snapped, grabbing a clean cloth and pressing it to your arm. “This is here to keep you alive. You don’t get to decide to sabotage your care because it’s ‘gross.’”

“I didn’t sabotage anything!” you protested. “I’m just—ugh—it’s my body, let me have some say!”

“You lost that say when you let your body fall apart,” he shot back.

You went quiet.

Aizawa immediately regretted his words. His eyes softened, and his voice dropped. “…I didn’t mean it like that.”

But the silence between you stretched like a cracked window.

“I just…” you said after a while, voice small. “It made me feel like I wasn’t even in control anymore. Like everyone’s poking me and watching me and I’m not even—me anymore.”

Aizawa let out a slow breath. “Okay. Okay. I get it.”

You blinked. “You do?”

“I do,” he nodded. “But that doesn’t change the fact that this is still serious. You need those fluids.”

“…What if I drink more instead?” you offered weakly. “Like, a million electrolytes. And juice. And water. I’ll turn into a human Capri Sun.”

Aizawa gave you the driest look known to man.

“I’m being reasonable,” you added.

“You ripped a needle out of your arm.”

“...Emotionally reasonable, then.”

Before he could reply, the door burst open.

Midnight stormed in, Recovery Girl behind her.

“What happened? The monitor started freaking out—oh my god, what did you do?!” Midnight gasped.

“She pulled out her IV,” Aizawa said, tone flat.

Recovery Girl looked like she might combust on the spot. “You what?!”

“It felt gross!” you shouted, holding your arm like a wounded kitten.

Midnight clutched her head. “You’ve been in this hospital for two days and already started acting like an escaped gremlin.”

You huffed. “I wasn’t escaping. I was... asserting autonomy.”

Aizawa held up the bloody cloth. “With blood loss.”

Recovery Girl marched over and sat you up straighter with surprising strength. “If you do that again, I will have someone sit on you. Understood?”

“...Kinky,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Mmhm.”

Midnight crossed her arms. “Do you hate the needle part or the ‘hooked up to something’ part?”

“…Both,” you admitted. “But mostly the hooked up part. It’s like I’m a USB stick.”

Recovery Girl pinched the bridge of her nose. “Fine. We’ll switch you to oral hydration and supplements if your blood pressure stabilizes over the next 12 hours. One more dip and you’re getting a double IV.”

You shivered. “Fine. Deal. Oral hydration or death.”

Midnight raised an eyebrow. “Dramatic much?”

“You’re literally talking to someone who steam-bleeds and passed out running down a hallway,” you said, deadpan. “Dramatic is my brand.”

Aizawa exhaled. “I’m too tired for this.”

“I’m tired, you’re just tired of me,” you teased.

He didn’t even crack a smile.

Midnight walked over and ruffled your hair. “Let’s just try to keep the holes in your arm where they belong, yeah?”

You nodded. “No promises.”

“Reader.”

“Okay, okay—I’ll be good. Kind of. Mostly. I’ll aim for like... 70%.”

Midnight looked at Aizawa. “That’s the best we’re gonna get.”

Aizawa just rubbed his temples again.

“Head Trauma? Never Heard of Her”

Featuring: You (bleeding, unbothered), Aizawa (perpetually tired), Midnight (living for the drama), and Present Mic (too loud for this).

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Scene: Back Alley Behind a Fight – 6:45 PM

The battle is over. Villains: tied up. Civilians: safe. Heroes: dusting themselves off.

That’s when Aizawa freezes, squints into the distance, and mutters—

Aizawa: “Is that… blood?”

Midnight: “Where?”

Present Mic: “WHERE?!” echoing like a fire truck

They turn the corner and find you—a girl with a split-open forehead, a suspiciously calm smile, and a half-eaten granola bar.

Sitting on the curb. Bleeding. A lot. Like, A Lot a lot.

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You: casually “Hey guys. Don’t mind me. Just leaking a bit.”

Aizawa: blinking slowly “You're actively hemorrhaging.”

You: “Yeah, it’s kind of a vibe. Adds mystery.”

Midnight: already digging for her first-aid kit “Sweetie, how are you even conscious?!”

You: “Adrenaline and vibes.”

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Present Mic: “DID YOU GET ATTACKED?!”

You: cringing “Volume, my guy. I already hear ocean sounds and the voice of God.”

Aizawa: “You need a hospital.”

You: “Eh. Maybe. Or maybe this is my villain origin story.”

Midnight: “You’re too chill for a villain. You’d get distracted mid-monologue.”

You: “Correct. I’d stop to compliment someone’s shoes.”

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Aizawa: “What happened?”

You: “Long story short, I tripped chasing a cat. Into a dumpster. Then a pipe fell on my head. The cat is fine though.”

Present Mic: “SHE TRIED TO BEFRIEND A DUMPSTER CAT.”

You: offended “He was majestic.”

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Midnight: “You are bleeding like a faucet and still defending the cat?”

You: “His name is Garbage Prince and I’d die for him.”

Aizawa: already dialing an ambulance “You just might.”

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Scene: Waiting for the ambulance

You: “Do I get a cool scar? Like one that makes people think I’ve seen things?”

Present Mic: “Only if you survive!”

You: thumbs up, slightly swaying “Neat.”

Midnight: “I want whatever mental stability cocktail you’re on.”

You: “It’s called ‘delusion and snacks.’”

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Scene: Ambulance arrives

Paramedic: “What happened?!”

You: “Gravity and poor decision-making.”

Aizawa: “Put her on full watch. She named the blood trail on the way here.”

You: “His name is Kevin.”

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To Be Continued…?