Katsudeku’s Horikoshi’s Sketches~

BNHA ch. 222: Shigaraki

It wasn’t easy, being the only kid in class who still hadn’t gotten their powers. Everyone else your age had already developed theirs the year before or during the school break. But it was nearing the end of term, and you still hadn’t show any signs of your power.

“You’re just a late bloomer”, your parents would console you, though truthfully it never really helped.

Sighing down at your lunch, you push around your food listlessly while listening to the other kids play. Suddenly, there’s a thunderous boom and a loud series of screams, forcing your head to jerk up in fright. You’re just in time to witness the whole side wall of the school, start crashing down towards the terrified kids below, only some managing to use their powers to escape. Apparently, one of the more popular kids in your year, had been showing off his new powers, and lost control. Gasping in horror, you unthinkingly throw out your hands, desperately wishing you had the power to save them.

A strange jolt pulses through your body, and everything just…..stops.

say what you want about woobifying villains, but i think tragic backstories and redemption via love are staples for good reason. we want to believe that people are fundamentally good, just hardened by a harsh world. that suffering earns you a happy ending. because then it means something, then pain isn’t just senseless and futile.

people don’t ‘excuse’ the actions of villains because they just don’t take those actions seriously. i think it’s a kind of projection - we forgive them because we want to forgive ourselves, and we look for the good in them because we want to see that in the world, even in people who have wronged and hurt us. because earth is a goddamn terrifying place if other humans really are evil, if they’re really monsters.

and idk, i just think it’s kind of beautiful that we all want to believe that the scariest mass-murdering motherfucker alive can be brought down by something as pure and innocent as love. that love is the answer, not violence. i don’t think that’s cheap or ‘problematic’ or a bad influence. i think it’s human, and profoundly optimistic in a way that few people are brave enough to be.

Looking down at the exhausted, but finally clean, kitten in your lap, you smiled softly. You had found the little thing half frozen and incredibly ill, some monster having tied it up in a plastic bag and abandoned it in the dumpster. It was only the slight movement from within the bag, that had caught your attention, part of you having assumed it to be a rat of some sort. 

You were glad you had checked.

Though the kitten had stunk to high heaven, you were more concerned about warming it up, and had spent a good couple hours slowly warming up the tiny fur ball in the sink, not having wanted it to go into shock by warming it up too quickly. Once it had warmed properly and was moving a little more, you had hastily washed what you could from its body, before gently wrapping it in a towel, wishing you had a hair dryer.

Much to your relief, the kitten had eaten quite well as you fed it by hand, keeping it wrapped up until it dried. By the time you had unwrapped the tiny little thing, it had fallen fast asleep, little belly full and body finally a safe temperature. 

Running your fingers over its soft belly, you snickered  softly, watching the way its little paws twitched as it dreamed. Who could possibly harm such a sweet little thing, you would never know.

Deciding that you should probably find something to let it sleep in, you carefully started to pick it up from your lap, only to freeze, feeling something odd on its back. With careful, slow movements, you rolled it over, lips twitching as it simply remained asleep. 

You were gentle as you ran your fingers over the strange growths on its back, trying to figure out what they were. As if in answer to your question, the tiny kitten stretched sleepily in your palm, both growths abruptly spreading wide with a tremble, before tucking back into its side as it drifted back off contentedly.

Dumbfounded, you stared down at the “kitten”, trying to absorb the fact that yes, your new little furry companion did in fact, have bat wings of all things.

You needed a drink.

This is my archer character for Dungeons and Dragons. Just drew it to test new brushes. Her name is Ivy btw.

Lineless chibi made for my friend Yoyo c: 

He doesn’t have a Tumblr tho but we still love him.

Compilations: Midoriya Izuku + silently judging you

This is beautiful

Some times I think about how the Hero of time was only a kid.

YOU ONLY KEEP ONE BULL 

(Originally published in Comics For Choice)

Aizawa: Bakugou, can you please pick up the trash by the camp site?

Aizawa:

Aizawa: nO BAKUGOU PUT MIDORIYA DOWN