Honestly I Think It Would Be Hilarious If All Todoroki Siblings Attended The UA's Hero Course At Some

can I still be a hero?

me, after leaning that been absolutely drained after most of the social interaction to the point where i can't properly function and been in my own head 24/7 is not in fact been introverted and nerdy: oh, who would've guessed

idk if that's just me but i ADORE all might in canon. like he's generally a good dude who dedicated his whole life to other people. he's trying his best to bond with his students and become good teacher. he didn't stop helping people even after been injured. he made sure that people were as secure and protected as it was possible.

listen i can see why so many kids in mha are inspired by him

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH MELISSA SHIELD--

(i love them so much)

but on the other hand (in fanon) I HATE THIS FUCKER SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA

author on ao3: all might pass his power to middle schooler not having previous experience with tutoring and did not run this decision with his guardiand and did not inform his teachers in ua

me: FUCK HIM

author on ao3: all might crashed izuku's dreams and left him alone on the rooftop

me: THIS BASTARD

author on ao3: all might didn't stop bakugou during training even when he almost killed izuku

me: SHITFACE

autor on ao3: all might watched how izuku crashed his limbs while using OFA and didn't ask other teachers for help

me: gimme knife I'm going to dismember some old men

i know that these are all canon events and all might doesn't have to be always right i understand that. BUT when it happens in fics (even without all might bashing) this shit hits different you know

Dragon is one growl away from scruffing Sabo and carrying him around like a mama cat.

There’s been a time or two when Dragon- in full Amaru form- has snapped Sabo up by the back of his shirt to go lay him down for a nap. Which he ends up getting roped into because Sabo- for whatever reason- is a very restless sleeper when alone.

So this is how the supreme commander of the Revolutionary army ends up curled up like a giant winged cinnamon roll, with a feral little boy snoozing in his ruff of feathers.

i think we as a fandom are blessed with amount of characters and foggy dynamic between them because it gives us so many opportunities for shipping.

you like enemies to lovers? here you go dabihawks

you into high school sweethearts? no problem erasermic

you like kinda bratty dynamic? shigadabi

opposite attraction? shinkami

introvert/extrovert? tododeku

age gap? aideku

polyamory? erasercloudmic

the same thing goes with headcanons

uraraka is bi? no problem. toga's lesbian? okay. aizawa's aroace? i can see this. league of villains is in queer platonic relationship? cool

brilliant that's just brilliant and I LOVE THIS FREEDOM SO MUCH

you know i really appreciate fics in which author explores how much teachers and society fucked up bakugou by not correcting his behavior and putting a lot of pressure to become the best hero. ESPECIALLY if in the process these issues get addressed and fixed not leaving bakugou as villain or ende-whore number two.

but fics in which izuku goes absolutely feral full-on "YOU'RE TALKING SHIT ABOUT ME EXPLOSION BITCH!?" and kicks kacchan's ass hold a special place in my heart.

Reasons why crocodile would find dragon gaining weight to be hot

-Dragon has more energy now, he is still inclined to take a nap in late afternoon but he no longer has that weariness anymore

- He is ideal for winter/winter climates, very warm, great for cuddling perfect for irate reptiles

- You can squish his cheeks (both sets)

- He has an ass now, Crocodile can’t believe he was deprived of such a perfect ass for so many years

- his hair is a thicker and healthier, very soft

- his ass

- Dragon is Crocodiles personal weighted blanket

- He has a muffin top and belly that Crocodile can paw at (it’s very effective for curbing his stress)

- Crocodile can use the new fat around Dragons hips as handholds to *ahem* rail his husband harder than a freight train

- his ass

- Dragon can fuck Crocodile against the wall now

- Dragon usually cooks dinner

Things Crocodile hates about Dragon gaining weight

- Dragon is heavier than him but carries it differently so he looks skinnier (think strong man vs rugby player) crocodile has more of a barrel chest

Dragon's a little over where he was way back in his mid thirties. Before the assassination attempt, to further clarify.

Crocodile had not been around for the attack, nor the steep decline in Dragon's health that came after. Iva tells him it was bad. Kuma probably would have, too, had he been able to.

After the violent course correction that had been that Straw Hat hellion (his Straw Hat hellion, apparently), and a few months in Level Six, Crocodile finally deigned to pay the rebel a visit.

No, he hadn't been putting it off, don't ask stupid questions. No, he was not scared, shut your mouth, Daz!

Hearing about it and seeing it were very different things.

It was... Whatever Iva had told him? It was worse than that.

He looked sickly. Like a stiff breeze could topple him. Like a mild cold could warrant a medical emergency. He was thin... Gods, was he thin...

Worse still, he wasn't... it's like he wasn't even him anymore. The molten hot determination that had first swayed him over only flickered to life here and there, otherwise it was nonexistent. He kept himself wrapped up tight in that ridiculous cloak, like he was hiding in it. The Dragon he knew never hid around friends and colleagues, let alone him...

Because that's the first thing the idiot did, of course.

Ran away in a whirlwind that didn't have half the strength as he remembered it did.

Well, tough luck. Crocodile knew him like the back of his one hand, and knew his haki signature even more intimately than that. He couldn't hide from him, so why even try? Did the idiot not know how much that stung?

Up close and personal, it was somehow even worse.

Age and stress did things to a man, of course, but this was another monster entirely. He looked... dead. His eyes were distant, almost glassy, like he wasn't even there.

"Are you going to say anything, or am I going to have to do the talking?"

See, Crocodile had a bit of an aggression problem. It bled into so much of his personality that really, it was was difficult for some to tell what exactly he was feeling. He never addressed it, nor was he ever like to, because it had its uses.

His concern had teeth, and he needed to sink them in quick before Dragon got away again.

"I can't talk much."

That was... different. No, not the not being able to talk much thing. Words just didn't want to happen sometimes. His voice was different. Low, painfully rough, all broken up and monotonous. Was he sick?

He caught himself reaching out to check for a fever when Dragon shied away. The motion bared his throat just a little more. Crocodile could see the thin edge of a scar disappearing like the tail of a silvery pink snake just beneath orange fabric.

"What the hell happened to you, Ryu?"

A lot. A lot had happened to him.

A lot to find the strength to come to terms with. A lot to find the will to heal from.

Recovering took a damn long time, and you'd think winning this gods forsaken war would have made it easier, but no. It had almost killed the man. Why did the world even need him anymore if the war was won, that sort of existential despair and whatnot...

But Crocodile was a stubborn bastard, and him being a stubborn bastard made Dragon a stubborn bastard, and it made reigniting that zest for life a little bit easier. Slow, yes, but dry cedar, gasoline, and a spark was just destruction for the sake of a big, bright flame. Dragon didn't need that. It's part of what had lead him to this mess to begin with.

Low and slow. A bed of embers chewing on a steady diet of hardwood, given a little stoke here and there. That's what Dragon needed, innuendo aside.

And now here he was, strolling along the beach. standing tall (the audacity) and strong and- dare Crocodile say it- plush. He looks warm and radiant as the sunset at their backs, the fiery golds catching in his dark eyes like amber. He's happier and healthier than he's ever known him, and Crocodile is probably going to pin him to the wall of their home the second the door closes behind them.

Unless Dragon is going to be doing the pinning. This new lease on life has very much made him more assertive with these things.

jump.

the reason why I'm so in love with league of villains is pretty simple. they are all freaking losers

dabi:

- theatre kid

- has terrible skin

- embodiment of daddy issues

shigaraki:

- gamer

- has terrible skin

- and definitely issues with parental figure

toga:

- a little bit hyperfixated high school fangirl

- probably writes fics about herself and uraraka (and occasionally izuku)

- she has a good skin tho i give her that

- and mommy issues

twice:

- his character arc is build on the fact that he's loser

spinner:

- the guy is basically a lizard

- knowing his love for stain i would say that he has watch To Much of true crime

mr. compress:

- embodiment of old school gay man

- pretty stylish gay man i can respect that

kurogiri:

- Tired Guardian Figure (TM)

ngl i absolutely love some of the hero and support characters *intensive stare at hatsume* but those freaks speak with me in a whole new level

they're pathetic little fuckers and (not to be dramatic) i would die for them and their dynamic

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