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Went on a twt/X rant about dabis scars being hypertrophic & how that affects the skin elasticity (his skin would sit tighter over muscle/bone when he moves) so I wound up sketching it.

just wanted to sketch his hands♡

verryyy rough draft i barfed all my ideas into on my notes app at 1am

cw: self harm, semi-graphic self harm, implied (sorta) eating disorder, erasermic adoptive parent agenda sorry, author SUCKS at dialogue

i love shinso so much i need to project onto him and see him suffer

hitoshi noticed a lot of things—the way people moved, the tone of their voices. it wasn’t that he cared; it was just how his mind worked, always observing.

shinso mostly kept to himself, sometimes joining denki and the others at lunch but often choosing not to say much. one afternoon, denki caught him staring down blankly at the table. “you okay, man?” he asked, concern softening his tone.

kirishima handed him a protein bar with a kind smile. shinso’s hands wobbled as he reached out. “yeah,” he muttered, eyes still downcast staring at the texture of the table.

denki’s expression softened. “we’re here if you need anything.”

the rest of his day was weighed down by exhaustion, hitoshi slipped into the student bathroom and locked the door. tucked in the back of his phone case was a brand new unopened razor blade—what he called his “comfort,” a reminder that he still had at least some control. the first cut was shallow and familiar, offering a fleeting sense of release. more cuts followed, and soon blood pooled down his arm, bringing a harsh wave of reality with it. his hands trembled as he grabbed toilet paper to wipe away the blood, hoping it wouldn’t seep through his blazer. he glanced up at his reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the face looking back at him.

the rest of his day was worse. he barely passed a test he even studied for, and during class, he could feel his teacher’s eyes lingering on the bandages peeking out from under his blazer making him feel like all eyes were on him.

“i’m going up to do homework,” hitoshi muttered, dragging himself up the stairs as soon as he got home. “hitoshi,” aizawa said, his voice serious but calm. “we know you’re hurting yourself.” shinso froze, his breath quickening. “what?” he managed, panic bubbling beneath the surface. “we found blades,” aizawa continued, his tone unwavering.

shinso stiffened, anger flaring over panic. “you went through my stuff?”

“your teacher called us, we’re worried about you,” yamada said, tone gentle but resolute.

“so you went through my fucking stuff?” hitoshi shouted, shoving past them and storming into his room. he tore through his things—drawers, under the mattress, behind his pc—nothing.

aizawa stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “they’re gone. you won’t find them.”

“where did you put them?” shinso’s voice cracked with desperation.

“i’m not telling you,” aizawa said firmly. “we’re not letting you hurt yourself.”

“please,” shinso’s voice dropped to a whisper, eyes wide with panic, tears filling his waterline. “i need them.”

aizawa’s expression softened but remained resolute. “this alone should be proof you need help, hitoshi. there are better ways to manage your stress. we’re here to help.”

shinso’s panic surged, and he bolted for his bathroom, locking the door behind him. his hands shook as he reached for the last hidden razor hidden away in his phone case. rolling up his sleeve, he stared at the maze of scars, tears blurring his vision.

“i don’t want help,” hitoshi whispered to no one but himself, sliding down the door with his back, grappling with how everything had come to this.

shinso squeezed his eyes shut breath hitching as he heard the lock on the door clicking, signaling shouta found the key. aizawa stepped into the bathroom and crouched next to shinso, eyes steady as he took the blade and held shinso as he crumbled against him.

blah blah blah conclusion very rough draft i made at 2am to at least get my ideas out,,, not my usual content at all but i felt like i should post this on here too

shoutout to the fic i read 3 years ago that keeps making me think about this

i yearn for tumblr likes pls guys its been 3 days i cant take it

warnings: sfw, terribly ooc, attempted comfort, gn reader, unedited ideas straight from my brain (will edit later perhaps)

touya fumbles awkwardly when trying to comfort you; the soft touches and soothing words others might offer just dont come naturally to him. touya shifted uncomfortably as his fingers twitched on your back, stiff and hesitant, trying to imitate what he thought might calm you down. the silence stretched on as your sniffles turned into sobs filled the space, with touya cursing himself for not being able to find the right words and actions to soothe it.

hi im so sorry for taking a month long break ive been having really shitty mental health lately but i promise ill answer requests soon (pls send more) sorry its taking so long! (＿´△｀)

my two weed smoking girlfriends

They killed my uncle and my cousin now please help me save the rest of my family please donate even a small amount please save me I am crying now Please for those who see Share and write two words to help please any words to help me contribute even one euro

shigaraki and dabi are not as ugly as yall make them out to be,, both of they’re families members are canonically attractive (nana/ shoto)

the only reason why they’re considered “ugly/ dirty” is because of their disabilities

warnings: sfw, terribly ooc, attempted comfort, gn reader, unedited ideas straight from my brain (will edit later perhaps)

touya fumbles awkwardly when trying to comfort you; the soft touches and soothing words others might offer just dont come naturally to him. touya shifted uncomfortably as his fingers twitched on your back, stiff and hesitant, trying to imitate what he thought might calm you down. the silence stretched on as your sniffles turned into sobs filled the space, with touya cursing himself for not being able to find the right words and actions to soothe it.

hi im so sorry for taking a month long break ive been having really shitty mental health lately but i promise ill answer requests soon (pls send more) sorry its taking so long! (＿´△｀)

The worms in my head are asking for some soft shigaraki HC’s. I need that sweet stuff. If it’s possible can we get HC’s of us reassuring him when he’s feeling a little insecure, if you haven’t don’t it already.

soft! shigaraki hcs

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he doesn't really show it when he gets insecure, but he has tells

like going quiet or getting snippy with you when you ask him questions, as if he's trying to just ignore you/his feelings

and he's a stubborn fuck about it too, he won't tell you what's wrong immediately which can get irritating at times

but he'll warm up after you comb his hair out while he games or sit in his lap

telling him all sorts of things, how pretty he is, how strong he is, how much you need him

cause at the end of the day that's what he wants, he wants you to need him, to want him as he is and not for what he could be

he likes when you run your hands through his hair and smooth it out (his headset makes it messy)

and when you pepper him in kisses

he'll tell you to stop but he doesn't want you to

he'll ask you to sit with him as he plays games, even if you "distract him" (he loves it)

he only likes to play cozy games when he feels like this cause he doesn't wanna get aggressive

so he rotates through animal crossing and minecraft

you promise you love him, all of him, and that won't change

even when he has bad days or weeks

and he'll smile softly and bury his face in your neck, but he won't say anything

he has to resist the urge to squeeze you as hard as he can to ensure you won't leave, though

everything you do serves as a reminder that with you he can be soft without consequence :,)

he especially loves when you kiss his upper cheek

even if your nose kinda pokes him in the eye

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thank u for the ask! sorry if it was short/not the best i'm just warming back up ;-;

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PERV SHIGGY FICS I’M ON THE FLOOR BEGGING i just saw ur post asking if you should write abt it and you SHOULD!!!!! 🙏🏻😞

this is so poorly written im sorry :(( i wanted to post this before i completely forgot about it or lost my ideas so i might edit this later

warnings: ooc, afab & gn reader, nsfw (whos surprised)

tomura has absolutely zero sense of personal space and needs to be within 20 feet of you at all times. he has no shame, constantly touching you—hugging you from behind, hand slipping its way into your underwear, rubbing your clit as he inhales into your neck deeply. he has an almost disturbing obsession with how you smell, jerking off in the shower because he had to use your shampoo after forgetting his or pressing his face into your panties and taking slow, heavy inhales right before eating you out.

hes the kind of guy who sends you pictures and videos right after he finishes, cum dripping from his fingers, smeared into the fabric of the panties he stole from your laundry. theres nothing shy about the clips he sends either—him moaning, jerking off with your prettiest underwear wrapped around his dick, completely lost in how much he craves you. i dont think hed be the type to be overly creepy or disrespect your boundaries because he respects and loves you a ton, but hed totally still glance down your top or up your skirt and pinch your butt when he thinks no ones looking, unable to resist absolutely ogling at you. occasionally, he would have you sitting you beside him in public, fingers casually rubbing your clit through your panties until youre soaked, getting off on the fact that you have to hold it together while hes the only one who knows what hes doing to you.

im gonna rip my hair out