#Hero Aca
Text
#boku no academia#my hero acedamia#bnha#mha#my hero#my hero official art#hero aca#mha season 6#shigaraki yoichi#yoichi shigaraki#mha yoichi#mha official art#MHA one for all#one for all#all for one#one for all first user
70 notes
·
View notes
Photo
A recent commission I did for @aimportantdragoncollector for the next chapter of Izuku’s Totally Normal Cat (of Mass Destruction) and as an unofficial part of Mina May!
59 notes
·
View notes
Text
AFO & Shigaraki Tomura official art file folders! ~ from Smash Rising (2019)
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hokuto Hero outfit!! The blue version is when his fire is activated (in a neutral mode).
#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha fanart#my hero headcanons#dabi#touya todoroki#hokuto takami#keigo tamaki#Dabihawks#dabihawks son#MHA OC#my hero academia OC#boku no hero art#boku no hero oc#hero aca
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
So I got in my feels about All Might again
and one of the muses decided to come down and kiss me on my little sleep deprived forehead to help me get this brainrot out
so I wrote a scene
to make a case showing how him telling Izuku what he did on the rooftop was the most heroic thing he ever did
Tw: some gruesome descriptions of violence and gore
“Can I still be a hero even if I’m quirkless?”
Toshinori stopped mid launch. He shouldn’t have. He was running out of time. He should take what measly few seconds he can rake together from his quirk and make a heroic exit.
His lung hurt. That sentence in of itself was a conundrum.
There was nothing to hurt.
So then why did it ache so much right now?
He turned back and looked at the kid, still mumbling on. Pain throbbed up and down his body like a stampeding herd. Very big horses with very big, spiked hooves made of staples and stitches and grafts.
He looked down and he did not see a kid.
He saw bruised knuckles. He saw chipped teeth. He saw callouses and scars and lips and twitches when a sound was just a bit too much like the bang of a gun.
He heard desperate pleas for help. He heard people dying. Horrible, terrible deaths. He heard bodies make sounds that no body should be able to make.
He smelled gunpowder and ozone and the fresh iron of blood and the unmistakable miasma of rotting carcasses and infected wounds and the even more horrid stench of gauze and disinfectant and hospitals and bodies being cremated.
He did not hear whatever the boy said next.
He heard, I leave the rest to you, All Might.
He thought about the rest.
He thought about sleepless nights when by the fourth day or so, everything started to lose meaning. When you no longer are tired you’re just— no longer are anything.
He thought about Torino’s feet meeting his jaw again and again and again. How it feels to swish mouthfuls of teeth and blood diluted saliva around before spitting them and getting up again.
It was always again. Never finally.
He thought about crying. Alone. He thought about fingers digging into fingers in search of someone to hold but finding only his own crooked, calloused hands.
He felt the thin bones of a skull crackling underneath those same desperate fingers like sacramental bread. He felt how soft everyone was underneath that thin, thin layer of measly bone.
Even the most rotten of people.
All he wished was to use those hands to help and all he did was sully them in blood.
Toshinori deflated.
The kid, of course, freaked out. Toshinori just— sighed. He couldn’t find it in himself to be bothered for some reason. He rarely could these days. They were just a red and blue and yellow mishmash of fights he rushed and press interviews he fled and fans he could not spare time and colleagues he no longer knew how to address.
And when you mush together so many colours, in the end, it all just becomes a murky grey.
Toshinori blinked to banish all that grey away and set on reassuring the kid that he was, in fact, the ‘real’ All Might. In the whatever flesh he still had on his bones pierced by hero-grade titanium implants.
The horror on the middle school student’s face somehow made his nonexistent side hurt all the more. Something in there bled still. And Toshinori, for all his raging inner fire, did not know how to cauterise it.
The kid was small. Barely five feet. Face soft and squishy, eyes sparkling and round even if they were red from crying and a bit jittery from residue adrenaline. His hands were delicate, fingers all straight and dainty. The only imperfection on them was a writer’s bump.
His smile was wobbly but it was honest.
Toshinori opened his mouth to say the words. To shove all that down and indulge this kid like he did all the others. Yes, even quirkless ones. He said to them what he himself would have liked to hear way back.
But then he closed it. The kid stared at him, at his hollow vessel of a body with anticipation exuding from every pore like an admiration-fuelled furnace.
He was so young.
He was so innocent.
Toshinori imagined that frame a few years from now. Bulkier but also getting kinda crooked. He imagined how those dainty hands would look covered in blood and dirt, twisted and slightly shaking from damage sustained.
He imagined those teeth kicked in, those eyes blackened, those protruding collar bones broken and remade again and again until there wasn’t a part of this child not contorted by the greatest profession of them all.
He imagined looking into those impossibly large eyes and seeing a lingering shadow behind them. A shadow of guilt and anger and fear.
He imagined the green-haired boy bleeding out on the ground with his entire insides splayed like a morbid art piece and he decided to spare a life.
“A smile that knows no fear, huh…”
#all might#toshinori yagi#yagi toshinori#midoriya izuku#bnha chapter 1#fanfiction#I will die on this hill#no bashin’ allowed in this house#I will not take this any more#fuck the man has his problmes but he made the right fucking call#not to say Izuku isn’t prime hero material#but in the context of all might’s fate is that a good thing?#hero aca#bnha#mha#mha fanfiction#my hero academia#bnha fanfiction#my hero academy fanfiction#deku#pro heroes
92 notes
·
View notes
Text
Falling at the Library / Hero Aca
Presyncope/ orthostatic intolerance fic1
- word count 892
BNHA / MHA / Hero Aca
Gender Neutral c/n x Tenya Iida
c/n means character name I use it instead of Y/N -
fluff and kinda whump, could be read as romantic or platonic
summary: Iida and the reader stays at the library studying for too long and in their rush to get back to the dorms the reader triggers their presyncope-like symptoms and falls which makes Iida worried about their safety.
Both of them have been at the school library for hours, and with how long the two had been studying it's quite probable the librarian has already left.
"Iida, how early do we have to leave to get to the dorm before curfew?"
"Oh it takes me maybe 2 minutes why?"
"2 minutes? It's on the edge of campus, I assume that time is with you using your quirk then." They pondered at the person across from them peering through his glasses at the eyes that were still fixated on the book he read -but would soon lift up to meet the eyes that peered at him.
"Of course,” he exclaimed with a smile,”It's actually very efficient going from working my mind to working my quir- oh. I'm so sorry!” In his voice and on his face anyone could see the moment Iida realized the mistake. “When we changed to meeting after class instead of before. I mean. I completely forgot to consider you being here too, that was so inconsiderate and unprepared of me! Oh no. Then that means!" Iida quickly looks out the nearest window, which is simple given that most of the walls were practically just windows. By the ever growing darkness outside and the fact that the lamps had already turned on Iida, and c/n’s, fears were confirmed.
The time was very late. (I hope someone gets the reference)
Trying to stop the spew of apologies directed at them and focus on the situation at hand, c/n tries to direct their nerves into solving the situation. "It's not like were not going to be late if we leave the next couple minutes." The interjection didn't seem to stop the frantic Iida. "It's completely unacceptable, I hope you forgive me. As class president and as the one who asked if we could study after class I should take full responsibility and-""Iida." He finally stops and they stare at each other for just a second.
"We should be going."
He nods in agreement before, as quickly as possible, collecting his reading and note taking materials to put back in his school bag as his classmate does the same both clearly in a rush. As expected Iida was faster and was already waiting to leave when c/n slung their bag over their shoulder as they stood up, and suddenly they weren't.
Iida's eyes widened in surprise as a loud thump rang out through the empty library. C/n on the ground, their shins and one arm holding them up.
"Are you okay?" Iida rushes over to check on his classmate. "What was that thud, are you bruised or cut at all?" You could see the worry in his eyes as he frantically tries to assess what just happened.
Beginning to hold the table's leg with one hand and shoo Iida back with their other c/n responds "I'm fine. The thud was my bag hitting the table. Just give me a moment."
Iida does slow down and back off slightly, then he lightly touches the wrist of the hand shooing him off. "You seem to shaking are you sure you're okay?"
It's this moment he also realizes that they were staring directly at one spot, at nothing, as now they've started to violently blink. "I'll get back up after I've fully regained vision it’s okay."
"What?"
"Peripherals haven't come back yet."
"c/n that's not what I meant. I meant to ask what you mean by-" "Ah. It's back now, just still a lil fuzzy."
"C/N!" It's at this moment they finally look back into his eyes and try to smile reassuringly. "c/n, do you commonly lose your vision like this?" Iida finally stopped trying to ask every question at once even though more and more questions enter his mind before the last one was even completed.
"Yeah it's pretty often, but this usually just happens in the mornings for me. Unless I've been sitting for a while and I guess we have been studying for quite some time."
Those hundreds of questions are still bouncing around his head, c/n can see it on his face, and the concern far from fading even as relief enters his mind from c/n's calm response. "I'm really gonna be okay, like I said this is a daily thing for me, and it's not uncommon to happen more than once a day. It was mostly because I stood up too fast. Oh but don't worry it shouldn’t happen again as we go back to the dorm. The dorm! We gotta go!" They turned to grab the bag that had hit the desk and landed not far from them and with the other hand accepted their class president's outstretched hand that offered them help getting up.
Although believing what c/n said about this not likely happening again on the way back Iida was sure to help them up slowly and even was careful during the return to the dorms, which means walking even slower than what would be normal for a non-speed hero… which means they definitely got back to the dorms after curfew. The chaos that ensued from 1-A’s reaction to class president Iida being out after curfew, well some people still don’t believe it and they saw him enter the dorm building following c/n.
#bnha#mha#hero aca#my hero academia#tenya iida#tenya iida x reader#whump#presyncope#pots#orthostatic hyoptension#presyncope c/n#no clean up I die like the lazy idiot i am#dysautonomia#potsie#heds#orthostatic intolerance#iron deficiency
23 notes
·
View notes
Link
Psst, read my fic! Chapter 4 out now!
Summary:
In the final battle of Skybound, the ninja are wished out of existence. They find themselves reborn in a new world full of heroes and villains, where their powers are almost commonplace. They could retire, but where would the fun in that be? Of course they have to become heroes.
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
The deku from the ending theme looked cute so I wanted to doodle him
1 note
·
View note
Text
#my hero official art#my hero#my hero acedamia#boku no hero academia#shota aizawa#aizawa shouta#mha aizawa#MHA#BNHA#bnha aizawa#heroaca#hero aca
73 notes
·
View notes
Text
Redesigning some faves... Wanted to push the alien-insectoid aspect of em a lot more- whaddya think?
Them before
#my ocs#wip#rizumu#i wanted to change omochis name for a long time tbh cause it was too hmm..#human in a way? like both their names stemmed from japanese puns thanks to being hero aca ocs orginally#and omochi started feeling a tad too juvenile and earthly#ill miss rizu's boots the most but i wanna emphasize more their ability to climb round on walls n stuff
351 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hello! I have created a new blog to share MHA content such as official info, merchandise and other things such as my personal theories and ideas. It will be especially surrounding AFO because I really like him and there’s not enough blogs dedicated to him ;’)
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
RETURN of the KING
FINALLY!!!!
#bnha spoilers#eraserhead#mha spoilers#bnha comic#mha comic#shota aizawa#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#bnha 419#mha 419#mha chapter 419#bnha chapter 419#bnha ch 419#my hero aca\damia spoilers#mha ch 419
73 notes
·
View notes
Text
Two versions cuz I liked both background and transparent. 😗 I’ve been thinking way too much about this mans schlong
AND DKNT LOOK ST YHE OVER-COLORED LONES OKKKK
#aizawa shots#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#eraserhead#my hero#hero aca#heroaca#BNHA#bnha fanart
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happ Borth you dork
look at him go
adorbable
#happy birthday all might!#the mightiest of boys#adorbable high school Toshinori#young all might#all might#young toshinori yagi#toshinori yagi#yagi toshinori#bhna fanart#digital art#roachdoesartsometimes#bhna#mha#my hero academia#hero aca
55 notes
·
View notes
Text
Meta OC Questions
Once upon a time, I posted a series of questions asking about thematic/symbolic elements in relation to ocs.
Well now I've decided to create a new set of oc questions, this time touching upon meta elements of them as well as how they interact with the world they're placed in.
I'm mostly aiming these questions at fandom ocs (which is more obvious in some later questions) but these could also apply to wholly original characters.
..........
What inspired you to create your oc?
Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?
What is the origin of the character's name?
Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?
What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What's the in-universe reason?
What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What's the in-universe reason?
Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?
Does your oc have any notable flaws or activities they're not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe?
In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?
What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?
What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?
Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?
Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?
Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?
How does your oc interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change?
What aspect(s) of the universe's lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe?
List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc's characterization or their narrative arc.
Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them?
How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life?
Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn't expect to make.
#oc questions#feel free to ask#hero aca oc#demon slayer oc#black clover oc#soda's ocs#soda asides#we've seen enough oc question lists asking about their favorite foods or what they're like they're drunk#asking about an oc's preferences or their memories is getting old/j#let's break down ocs as the creative devices they are
1K notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
