Fuyumi: This is my brother Shouto. He's in the hero course at UA.
Fuyumi: This is my brother Natsuo. He's in college for medical welfare.
Fuyumi: This is my brother Touya. Don't feed him after midnight.
I’m getting back into Dabi/Hawks fanfics rn and I can’t believe I ever moved on from this ship like? They’re both so funny and the angst kills me.
They’re written as such isolated characters a lot of the time that it’s really cute they can be each others support but it’s also horrible bc it would be a shit show if people found out so, angst but also hurt/comfort. For this reason I always try to find ones with a happy ending cuz I’m not tryna be hurt rn.
"English isn't my-"
Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with
I once I learn how to write crack fics I’ll write inspired by this I swear
some more sims shenanigans
Midoriya: What’s working at the hero commission like?
Hawks: Well, it’s rough, but it’s not like we’re working in a coal mine.
Lady Nagant, appearing suddenly: But here’s a secret - it’s way worse than working in a coal mine. It's more dangerous than working in a coal mine. We would love to be working in a coal mine.
Lady Nagant: No one ever told you to assassinate someone in a coal mine.
Light Bringer
This is genuinely a very good idea, especially for April's Fools. Confusing, relatively harmless, funny.
what if you wore a shirt that featured a picture of you trying to claw your way out of the shirt with a horrid desperate expression and the text "THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME I'M TRAPPED IN THE SHIRT"
I think it'd be funny if Damian kept up his formal speech patterns for the sole purpose of appearance. Originally, he would've learned to speak that way in the League, but I feel like Jason's informality and unseriousness would rub off on him eventually.
Alfred is gone for the week and Bruce is cooking for the bats
Bruce: "Alright guys, it's a little burnt, but it still might be good."
Tim, squinting his eyes at the plate: "B, it looks radioactive.."
Damian: "Father, I will not be consuming this horrible dish. It seems itself to be inedible, and I will not be poisoned by your lack of skill in the food department."
Later
Damian, on the phone with Jason: "It looked like shit! He served us all mystery meat, Todd. Bring me some decent food right now or I'm killing myself."
Jason: "Jeez, kid, take a chill pill or something. I'm on my way."
Damian: "There is no pill chill enough for me to take, Todd! I can't keep starving myself whenever Dad is put in charge. He's going to kill us all on accident!"
life is finally calm again so I can breath and do art again! magical boys #dabihawks :)