An Easy Fix For Zoe

I hate... fanon archetypes. You know how people sand down their blorbos to fit into the same handful of incorrect quote templates and then they forget their actual canon personalities because they've gone too long without engaging with the source material? I hate it. I hate it. He would not fucking say that. The joke was slightly funny when it was on the office or whatever but we've all heard it over and over with different characters pasted into it how are you still laughing please let me out

Post canon designs ideas

You know I like A Good cracship.

Meet Tianami ship child. Nanami Yomi

Mama Odie thought him everything about Magic btw

Yomi has another meaning and it relates to his powers.

Has protective friends from the other side :)

Also mama's boy and he likes to fight in his feet or kick he doesn't want his hands getting dirty so he uses other weapon that doesn't involve Close combat.

(Nanami x Tiana and this is for fun cause we gon insane in Shibuya arc)

Long story short...Shibuya arc started and we gon insane.

W.I.P

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warnings: Crackships, swearing, me writing JJK characters probably not well-

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“Yuji”

“What?”

“Go talk to that girl.”

“Huh? That one?”

Yuji pointed to the only other person o the street. A blonde girl dressed in the majority of black and blue. A calm smile graced her face as she seemingly walked home from a grocery run.

“Who else do you think, idiot? And don’t fucking point!”

Sukuna hissed.

“Okay, okay. Geez.”

Yuji briskly walked over to the girl.

“Uhm, hey miss?”

The women turned to Yuji, looking him up and down as her smile nearly faltered in recognition.

“Is there something you need?”

Sukuna was about to instruct Yuji on what to say, but as soon as he opened his mouth nothing came out, his mind went blank.

“Uhm- I just wanted to say-“

Yuji thought, unsure of just what to say.

“That you’re really pretty.”

The women bore a look of surprise, but only for a mere moment, before she spoke.

“thank you for the compliment, but uhm. Do I know you? You look rather familiar.”

“Yes”

this time the words came out clearly and quickly. Without thought.

“Say yes.”

Yuji shifted at the instruction.

“If your so adamant about all this, why don’t you talk to her yourself-“

Yuji muttered, before being cut off.

“Just fucking say yes.”

Sukuna growled.

“Okay, okay- Yes, I think we have. What’s your name?”

Yuji asked politely, tilting his head to the side.”

“My name is Cinderella. But you can just call me Ella. And yours is?”

“Yuji Itadori.”

Sukuna took in a breath. Just as he’d thought. As he’d known. It was his beloved Cinderella reincarnated. She was standing just in front of him. However as the rush of wonder and love wore off, he was hit with a wave of despair. The last he’d seen of her, she hated him. To Cinderella, he was but a monster. Someone just like her stepmother. Sukuna feared if she remembered. He feared the same fate was doomed to overtake them. A love meant to be unrequited. Sukuna was so wrapped up in this sudden disparity that he didn’t notice the joyful conversation Yuji and his beloved Cinders had developed, only drifting back into the conversation as they where saying their goodbyes.

“I hope to see you soon.”

Cinderella waved goodbye with a warm smile, already walking off.

“Wait- don’t just let her leave!”

Sukuna quickly jolted.

“Calm down. What’s your deal anyways? Is she your lover or something?”

Yuji said, half sarcastically.

“Shut up, brat.”

Yuji sighed.

“I guess then it doesn’t matter that I got her number.”

“Wait… you got her number…?”

“Yeah, I did.”

Excitement filled Sukuna, a new wave of hope.

“Well what the heck are you waiting for? Put it in your phone already!”

“Okay okay, just calm down!”

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Love how my first post in months is a crackship that for some godforsaken reason makes me so happy.

In light of the last ask I got, it's so interesting that now Izuku is getting hate. Because when he was a blank prop who worshipped Bakugou at every turn, that was fine. When he didn't show a hint of malice against Bakugou, that was defended as him just not holding a grudge. But now that he's exercising agency against his abuser as a conscious adult who's (presumably) had time to come to terms with his trauma, y'all are mad?

Bakugou stans and BakuDeku shippers never cared about Izuku. They only cared about how he could make Bakugou look better. Now that he isn't doing that anymore, he's being thrown out like garbage

A Night Out (going to very different events)

WIP Wednesday feels like the only thing I can participate in anymore 🥹 but here you go!

Stylings

A Shoto arc retrospective

Can I say something really mean about my hero academia? Can I??

I got into mha when I was a 14 yo girl, I saw Deku vs. Todoroki at the sports festival and I was immediately sucked into the story.

I was a little girl being physically abused by a parent at home, and when I saw Shoto, the first ever character I came across in TV who was being abused in a similar way as me, it sparked hope deep in my chest. That he was going to be saved, that he was going to be believed and helped and rescued and maybe, just maybe, that meant that there was a chance for me too.

Maybe I was going to be saved.

For years, I daydreamed about the time when the truth of Endeavor would come out, when Shoto was finally going to be safe. Sometimes it was my only comfort when I dissociated during or after being hurt.

Then it happened, and Shoto wasn’t saved, and Endeavor faced no consequences with the law or his reputation. Shoto’s feelings on the matter were never addressed. He never got to cry, his friends never got to comfort him, Aizawa or any other adult in his life never got to save him like I had imagined so many times.

Maybe it’s selfish of me to project my desire to be saved onto a fictional character that isn’t mine.

But I was 14, and I was still scared to call what was being done to me ‘abuse’, and Shoto was my anchor through a lot of pain. Because he was like me, isolated and hurt. And I hoped that I could be saved like he was going to be.

And then he wasn’t.

Now I’m 23, and mha is ending, and I’ve never been more disappointed by a piece of media in my life.