MHA tweets pt.8
Fractal | Shouto & Touya Todoroki | poetry/prose | 580 words
Shouto’s world changed when he woke up in the hospital.
Touya’s world changed when he woke up in the hospital.
His face had been burned, the doctor told him.
He had burned his body, a stranger told him.
Shouto remembered the shouting.
Touya remembered the desperation.
The kind of argument that felt like it shook the walls around him.
The disappointment in his father’s eyes, twisting up his insides as Endeavor shouted and raged and forced Touya to stop.
(He was being burnt up)
(He was being replaced)
Long after the echoes of his father’s voice had faded, Shouto remembered walking into the kitchen.
He remembered watching his mother’s unmoving form while she refused to say anything- anything- and then Touya blazed out the door without looking back to see if her expression had crumpled with regret.
He remembered watching his mother’s face flit from terror to anguish in the span of a breath as he entered, looking like she had been shattered by his soft-footed, pattering approach.
By then, Touya knew better than to search for regret in his father’s eyes.
And then the woman before him became unrecognizable.
Endeavor didn’t think Touya was strong enough but he was. He could be.
Shouto burned with the memory of a pain more intense than any he’d ever felt before.
Touya remembered the screaming in his veins, remembered the burn- harsher than anything he’d ever felt before. Remembered a startling break in the anguish and thinking, with his last shred of clarity, that this had to be good enough for his father.
It left Shouto numb and shivering beneath the thin, white hospital sheets.
It had to be.
“Mom..?” Shouto croaked and the doctor shook his head no.
It had to be.
Shouto didn’t cry when he saw the scar marring his face, but something inside of him felt sick.
Touya didn’t cry when he saw his mottled, purple reflection held together by crude stitches. Or when they told him he had died.
Shouto let the shock pool over him like ice and held the freezing shards close to his chest, hoping that they might be enough to douse the monstrous pain in his chest.
The disappointment was his own when he realized that he hadn’t been enough, after all. That he never was and never would be.
Shouto thought of the heat that always seemed to lick at his father’s eyes and fists when he shouted- warm enough to be felt even when Shouto couldn’t see the flames through his closed eyes or hear the words through his ragged, warbling breaths.
The bitterness was his own, too, but the expression in the mirror was startlingly familiar.
Heat thrummed uneasily beneath Shouto’s veins and the second he realized that the fire within himself was nothing more than his father’s furious legacy, pawned off onto Shouto like a lead shackle, was the second that Shouto Todoroki decided to freeze.
The second that Touya realized he was wearing the face his father had always greeted him with was the second time Touya Todoroki died and left a rotten shell of himself to walk the earth.
Shouto cast his eyes downward and didn’t respond to the doctor.
He didn’t notice that his father couldn’t look him in the eye.
Shouto grew older and decided that he and his mother were both victims of Endeavor.
Touya grew smarter and decided that the world would soon know who had driven him to an early death.
when i have to write a summary for the fic i was excited to post
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for my sprint i did 25 minutes total and wrote 1,019 new words for my mha fic Short For Grenade (link to the post explaining this fic concept is here <-). honestly i was typing like a madman for this one
i added a scene set at dagoba beach (which is not covered in trash for the sake of the grenade the dog AU) and finally started writing about grenade's talent for tracking! i had intended to have kota, eri, and the kids from the island show up as characters to bicker with katsuki but ended up just including eri for now
im excited to finally start showing izuku's progress with feeling more at ease around dogs (and having his relationship with katsuki become more friendly as well!)
happy writing everyone!! im so happy to see people participating in this!
Writing sprint tag game!
(Even if you haven’t been tagged, you are happily invited to participate!)
Here’s how the game works:
1) set aside some time to complete a 10-20min writing sprint, breaking up your writing time and break time however you see fit (I’ll prob do 10 min writing, a 5 min break, and then another 5 or 10 min of writing)
*if you want to do a shorter or a longer writing sprint, that’s totally fine too! 10-20min is just a low-pressure guideline
2) complete the sprint!
even if you cringe at the words you put down, the point is simply to get more words on the page than what you started with, so write that awkward sentence! skip that fiddly bit to write the scene you have inspiration for! anything new that ends up on the page is progress and anything you don’t love can always be edited later
3) have fun :)
remember, this sprint is a little nudge to help you reconnect with your creative writing. it’s 100% low-pressure, anything goes, and we’re all in it together 💪
4) share your sprint results
this part is totally optional but if you’d like to play along, reblog this post (or copy-paste the rules into a new post) with as many (or as few) answers as you feel comfortable sharing
*and if you make a new post, pls tag me so i can clap and cheer for you!!
how long was your sprint?
how many words did you write?
*anything more than zero is great!
what project did you complete the sprint for?
what did you end up adding to your WIP (or new project)?
*no need to share specific lines since the sprint’s focus is quantity over quality, but absolutely go wild with the overview. did you add a whole new scene? a new character? important dialogue for character development? a fun side quest you hadn’t planned on? an interesting bit you have no idea what to do with?
what part of your new writing excites you the most?
5) connect with your fellow writeblrs!
tag people in your response post to keep the creative energy flowing and offer encouragement and kudos to those who participate and share their progress!
gently tagging my writing moots to get this started:
@peaceheather @antsday @moody-tortured-artist @agirlandherquill @ohromeoraine @sorrowsfallallaround
shoot me a message or comment if you don't want to be tagged in these sorts of things (or if i haven't tagged you and you would like to be tagged in the future for writing things)
you wanna join my gift exchange sooo bad
you wanna write mha fanfic and gift it to someone else soooo bad
you wanna draw fanart for someone else soooooooo bad
MHA 430 spoilers (2)
Teacher Izuku fishing for compliments from Aizawa and getting flat out denied is gonna live in my head rent free from now on lmao
From now through March you can send me an ask with a (sfw) prompt you'd like me to write! As long as I'm comfortable with it, I'll start working on my responses in April.
Prompts can be for fic or your own original idea and while I mostly write for MHA, if you have smth else in mind there's no harm in asking if I'm familiar with the fandom :)
also, if you're interested in any of the fic wips i've talked about on here (or my in-progress ao3 fics) you can send me an ask with the title and i'll be sure to set aside time to work on them and share snippets of my progress! (fic wips listed below the cut)
I'm excited to see your prompts!!
tumblr fic wips
short for grenade: talked about here, here, and here a la three wise men and a baby (i seriously need a better title for this series lmao): part 1 & part 2 probably not, dabihawks version: here (and the official, slightly more polished version of the platonic-ish bkdk 'probably not' piece is on ao3 here) let it sink in: here spelling bee monster: mentioned at the bottom of the fake tweet post, here trophy husband, who?: here cat-suki: here (legitimately forgot i'd posted about this one lol)
ao3 wips
summer daze: here little troubles: here