Been Re-reading My All Time Fav Bnha Fic, “Yesterday Upon The Stair” By @pitviperofdoom And Was Compelled

Viridian fanart ! Still one of my favs, and definitely my favorite vigilante Izuku fic

I dont want the world to see me, cause I don’t think that they’d understand

drew them a while ago (you can use them as icons with credits! i kinda made them as icons in the first place lol)

I haven’t made fanfic fanart in a really long time so?? ofc since Yesterday Upon The Stair updated after a hot minute I needed to draw Deku and his little-big sister Rei???

i didn't say it was good, i said it has bewitched me body and soul

OMG OMG OMG YESTERDAY UPON THE STAIRS FAN ART?!?!!?!???!???? FUCKING FTWOAN FAN ART?!??!??!? HELLLLL YES MAN

I did the million different people trend on tt a while back and it blew up so I’ll post it here too I guess

Fics in order:

Viridian: The Green Guide

Deku? I think he’s some pro…

Mastermind: Strategist For Hire

Pied Piper

Subject 7-1-5

Yesterday Upon The Stair

Multilante

Shadows: The Horror Movie Heroes

Cheat Code: Support Strategist

Yesterday Upon The Stairs feels like sticking your face in the column of woodsmoke from a campfire and breathing in. It burns. It tastes like pennies and charred marshmallows, and it smells like the earth after it rains. It’s like when you have a fever, you can’t breathe, you crawl out of bed to put Vapo-rub on your chest, and suddenly your lungs work again. It feels like laying awake in your friends living room at three am on their pullout couch, their cat pressed into your side, warm and purring. It’s the little untold tragedies of everyday life made manifest, painted on every wall, till all you can see is the pain of people you never knew and never will. It’s the fury of a quiet man. It’s the fact that your grandfather always smelled like cigarettes. It’s the clattering sound your friend makes wherever she goes (she has her grandmothers wedding ring and her grandfather’s dog tags on a chain around her neck. She never takes them off.) It’s a late night after finals week, your best friend flopped on top of you and crushing the air out of your lungs, both of you laid across a beanbag in a dorm living room. It’s the clench in your stomach when you wake up and hear something in the house that shouldn’t be there. It’s radioactive glass in a Goodwill. It’s incredible, and I want everyone to read it.

Wait, did someone say to read Where the Apple Falls by @jupiters-junipers (europa_report)? Because you should

I did it again-

fanart of Mastermind: Rise of Anarchy by @myheadinthecloudsnotcomingdown