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Cried, in the middle of the night, over the death of Jason Grace from HoO.

Reblog if you have mourned the death of a fictional character.

If you do not reblog this, you are in fact lying.

OHMYGOSH

Ever since Remus' first appearance he reminded me of something and it took me until now to realize what it was

GERALD THE SEAL FROM FINDING DORY

Mafia au for sander sides

But what if Virgil isn't Logan's dark side? Would that mean Virgil has a light side that's like Patton, Roman and Logan?

....waaaaaait a second.

Deceit pretended to be Patton, so that’s his dark side.

Remus lowkey tried to murder Roman, again look dark side pair.

So Virgil is Logan’s then? I thought, no, it couldn’t be, but then I remembered... Virgil did steal Logan’s original spot..

Cla

The f*ck is Cla??

Your Simple Fantasy Name

Your first initial and the last two letters of your last name.

Tag yourself, I’m Ley.

Brown, Cancer, Autumn/Fall

Reblog with your eye color, zodiac sign and favorite season.

green, gemini, winter

Roman: *smiles softly at Virgil*

Virgil: why are you looking at me?

Roman: we have to appreciate the little things *pats Virgil’s head*

Virgil:

Virgil: I guess you’re right

Virgil: *pats Roman’s crotch*

Never die

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

What if Todoroki and Deku get really close in terms of friendship and hold hands most of the time and they don’t realise they’re actually in love with eachother for the longest time. They think that’s just stuff you do with your best friend. They’ll walk through the whole school not leaving eachothers side and holding hands. They’ll even kiss eachother on the cheek as goodbyes when they leave. Everytime someone mentions it, they’re like: “We’re just best friends?? That’s what best friends do??” They’re also overly protective of eachother. On one day, when the cheek-kisses become more common and they don’t just do it for goodbyes anymore, Denki tells them “Dude. That’s gay. You’re gay. For eachother. Have you not realised that you don’t kiss your best friend on the cheek that’s what you do with your partner.” and they’ve never really noticed that Bakugo and Kirishima don’t act like that even though they’re best friends and they start to realise they don’t wanna be with anyone else except eachother and that they wanna stay together forever. After a long time of thinking they make it official that they’re dating and they’re the most lovey-dovey couple in school. The end.

Boi I haven’t posted in awhile.. but man I live for squad pics now XD

Laelmaan

I had to wright down my whole name to figure this sh*t out

YOUR DRAGON NAME

last two letters of your first name

middle two letters of your last name

first two letters of your mother’s name

last letter of your father’s name

mine would be Urlelan. Reblog and tag this with yours!

tododeku where neither of them has ever had a sleepover bc they didn't have friends as kids so the Sleepover Giggles take them completely by surprise at 2am :D

Tododeku sleepover ftw!!! I actually have a fic with this exact theme but there’s not 2am giggles lol It’s over on my AO3 if you wanna check it out and thank you for the request, this one was really cute ^-^

Izuku is bustling around the house,helping his mother clean as fast as his limbs allow so that as soon as he’sdone he can run to the store to get all the possible snacks he’s seen arepopular for this sort of thing. He takes care to pick all the ones he knows tobe his friend’s favourites, throwing in a couple to satisfy his own cravings thenmaking his way back home. His mother watches him from the entrance to his roomin mild amusement as he scrambles to get everything ready. Movies, games,music, food, sleeping arrangements, he’s planning everything down to thelittlest detail as if this is the most important event of his life and ifanything were to go wrong it could ruin it beyond hope of ever fixing it. Shegiggles into her hands, startling Izuku out of his musings when he notices herpresence, not realising she was even there at all and feeling heat crawling tohis cheeks.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Hemumbles, biting on his bottom lip.

“Do you now?” She grins knowingly andit only serves to spark his embarrassment further.

Izuku covers his face with his arms, hischeeks on fire and his stomach suddenly twisting up into a million knots thatmake him feel a little sick. He doesn’t want to think about it, not today, thatwill just make things awkward and hard to deal with… Probably. It’s alreadyenough that this is the first time he’s having a friend over for the night, hedoesn’t need to be dwelling on the fact that said friend might be a little morethan just that in his eyes. He’s not ready to handle that. Not just yet,anyway.

“Don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

The innocence in his mother’s voice isas deceitful as it is accusatory and Izuku groans, the doorbell ringing andmaking him jump at the sound. His heart starts drumming against his ribs and hefreezes where he’s standing, unable to bring himself to move until his motherasks if she should go answer the door herself. That seems to jolt him back intomotion, the mere thought of what she might say to Shouto while he’s busy tryingto get his brain to reboot enough to drain the blood from his face. Inretrospect it’s actually a good thing, given that he was previously blushing sodeeply it would have been hard to hide.

He bolts towards the hallway, taking adeep breath before actually opening the door. Shouto is standing there, a bagslung over his shoulder and dressed casually, something that Izuku is more thanused to seeing at the dorms. And yet, he finds himself flustered from the waythe thin shirt clings to his skin, the faded jeans something he hasn’t seen hisfriend wear before. They have tears on them over the knees and Izuku stares fora little too long, catching himself before Shouto actually notices (he hopes)and invites him in.

Izuku would like to say that he has noidea why his palms are suddenly sweaty when he steps aside and watches Shoutoremove his shoes, in his house, for the first time ever, but that would be aflat out lie. He swallows nervously, his mother walking in after a while and smilingat them as she approaches them.

“A-ah mom… Um, this is… Todoroki-kun…From school…” Izuku stumbles over his words awkwardly, rubbing at the back ofhis neck with blood crawling up his neck and pooling on his cheeks when hismother regards Shouto, who’s bowing his head out of respect.

“A pleasure to finally meet youMidoriya-san. Thank you for welcoming to your home.”

“Todoroki-kun is so polite. Please, Ihope you enjoy your stay. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

She returns the gesture and Izukushifts from one foot to another, unsure of how to go from here. Lucky for him,his mother seems to notice his quite obvious distress, suggesting they go over toIzuku’s room and call for her if they need anything. Izuku breathes out hisagreement, motioning to Shouto to follow him down the hall and stepping pasthis mother, trying his best to ignore the amusement twinkling in her eyes andhoping that Shouto doesn’t see the reason for it.

Once they get to his room and hecloses the door behind them, Shouto takes a look around and hums thoughtfully. Hismouth twists slightly, a mix between curiosity and confusion and Izuku isworried he might have left something weird out of place.

“It’s not what I expected.” He pointsout, gesticulating vaguely to the walls. “Not nearly as much All Might merch asI thought there would be.”

Izuku turns away, fidgeting with histhumbs and sputtering slightly. “Well… I took most of it to the dorms withme…”

Shouto nods with a small smile, askingif it’s okay for him to set his things on the bed and sit, to which Izuku isquick to reassure him that he should feel at home here. An awkward silencefalls between them until Shouto breaks it by asking what they should do. Eventhough he’d spent the good part of the previous day looking up activities for afriendly sleepover, faced with the question, Izuku falls short of an answer,his brain throwing all the options at him at once and not allowing him tosettle for a single one.

“I’m not sure… I haven’t done thisbefore…”

“Really? I honestly thought you werethe kind of person to do this a lot.”

Izuku scratches at his cheek with asheepish grin. “I didn’t really have many friends growing up apart fromKacchan. As you can probably imagine, he’s not the sleepover type…”

Shouto hums once more, as always a manof few words, and Izuku sits down next to him.

“Why did you ask me over then?”

The question takes him by surprise andhe stares down at his hands to hide the bright flush that’s suddenly back witha vengeance. “Well, you were going back home for the holidays and… I thought I’dkill two birds with one stone by getting you out of there and getting to seeyou during the break…”

The small ‘thank you’ coming from hisfriend makes Izuku’s chest feel fuzzy and, given that they still haven’tfigured out what to do, he pulls his phone out of his pocket to show it to him and distract himself from the feeling.

“I made a list of things we could do.”Shouto lets out a sharp breath, a small laugh, Izuku notes, one that says ‘ofcourse you did’ as clearly as if he had actually uttered the words.

They pick one of the many options atrandom, the mild tension slowly melting as the hours tick by. They watch somemovies, get way too invested in a game of monopoly that Izuku ends up winningafter almost going bankrupt twice and, at one point, go a little crazy mixingdifferent flavoured drinks just to see what would come out of it. They come tothe obvious conclusion that it was a terrible idea, if Shouto’s short sprint tothe bathroom to spit it out and gargle some much needed water was anyindication.

Without them even realising time slipsright between their fingers and before they know it, it is way past 2 am.Shouto, as it seems, gets a little sleep drunk around that time, and Izuku hasto wonder if that’s why he never stays very long in the common room when the classhas collectively decided to goof off for the night. One thing is for sure, it’sthe most adorable thing on the face of the earth.

Shouto is curled up on his side whileIzuku does the same but from the other end of the bed, their faces merecentimetres apart, his cheeks tinted with the faintest of pinks as he mufflestiny laughs with his hand. Shouto has been having a giggle fit for the lastfive minutes about something that Izuku isn’t at all privy to but can’t helpbut laugh at as well. He wishes he knew what is going on inside his head,what’s so funny that he can’t stop laughing for so long, a little bit out ofcuriosity but mostly because he wants to know how to make those sounds come outof him more often. Izuku asks, but the only response he gets is Shouto coveringhis face even more as his shoulders shake harder, tears springing to thecorners of his eyes and making him look even cuter.

His laugh is just as endearing, littlehiccups that he tries and fails to mask sounding once in a while but otherwisesilent, the crinkling corners of his eyes and the smile hidden behind his palm,coupled with the quivering of his body, the only other proof that it’s evenhappening. Izuku’s own giggles are a bit louder, higher pitched and breathy,but they seem to make Shouto want to laugh even more. Though he’s a littleembarrassed of how it sounds, if it amuses his friend he will let it out asloud as he can without risking waking his mother. He nudges Shouto’s shoulderlightly, mismatched eyes looking into his from above.

“Come on, tell me. Why are youlaughing?” Izuku begs between his own chuckles and Shouto finally takes hishands away from his face, a brilliant lopsided grin stretched across his lips.

“I have no idea.” He breathes out,going right back to laughing uncontrollably, much to Izuku’s delight.

Iwant to kiss him.

And just as that thought slams intohim, Shouto leans up and presses their lips together for a split second,pulling back right away with another tiny chuckle and turning his back to him.Izuku just lies there, motionless, all hints of amusement gone and replacedwith shock as he stares at the back of Shouto’s head, still chortling andcompletely oblivious to his sudden freak-out. He has no idea if that justhappened or if his sleepy mind is somehow playing tricks on him, or worse ifShouto has no idea what he just did. Slowly, Izuku sits up and Shouto feels theshift of the mattress and looks back, seeing his dumbstruck expression and hislaughter dying down at the sight.

“Why did you-”

Izuku gets cut off by Shouto proppinghimself up and doing the exact same thing he’d done before, but this time withno smile and no giggles, just their lips touching for a heartbeat before hepulls back. That same blush is still dusted over his cheeks, and Izuku iscertain he’s sporting a very similar- if not much brighter- one. Izuku’s heartleaps in his chest and he can’t help the goofy grin that suddenly takes overhis features, the bubbling laughter breaking out of him all over again asShouto joins him. They can’t stop their chuckling for so long they lose trackof time all over again, though the little pecks they share every once in awhile might be enough to count the minutes.

Green-eyed jealousy

Request by @ladyizaya

Words: 1663

Pairing: Tododeku

Valentine’s day. A time to celebrate love, or to wallow in self-pity at the lack thereof as everyone else seems to be adamant to shove it in the face of the less fortunate. Unloved, unwanted… Okay, perhaps that was a little overly dramatic, but Izuku is especially cross with the holiday in this specific moment, as if the very meaning of it was made to mock him and his own feelings.

Coming to terms with the fact that he is actually in love with one of his best friends hadn’t been easy in the slightest. At first, he’d assumed it was just admiration but as they started having more interactions, becoming closer, the butterflies in his stomach whenever Todoroki was around pointed to something more. Izuku accepted that he had a small crush on his friend and that, just like with Uraraka before him, it would slowly fade away and he’d move on, the sudden realisation that he is actually into guys as well as girls already enough for him to deal with. Once he got over that little new discovery, he just noticed that his feelings only intensified the longer he tried to ignore them.

Todoroki made his heart race just by standing near him, feeling the warmth of his left side when they sat together at lunch made his whole body feel like it was on fire and seeing him change in the locker rooms nearly sent him into cardiac arrest. He’d try not to stare, he would, but when someone that good looking is also that shameless it’s hard not to.

Izuku found himself dreaming about Todoroki, holding his hand, cuddling him, kissing him. His class notes are covered in creases and tears from erasing doodles of the other boy that he’d draw without realising, paling with the thought of him actually finding them when they studied together.

To put things in very simple terms, Izuku’s feelings never really went away, only grew stronger, and now he’s absolutely certain that if he’s not already in love with Todoroki, he’s much too close to even think of denying it. If he’s being honest, he has absolutely no idea if the other returns his feelings and it’s frustrating because usually Izuku can tell everything Todoroki is feeling with just one look into his eyes. But this? He hasn’t an inkling as to how he feels towards him. Sometimes he thinks that he might feel the same, stares that linger just a little longer, little touches that Izuku is left wondering if they mean anything more than what they seem to. On the other hand, there’s other occasions in which he’s convinced that Todoroki could never like him back.

Still, he’d never know unless he actually took the chance and confessed, right? And what better excuse to confess his feelings than Valentine’s Day? Well, apparently, any other day before this would have been better.

Izuku is gnawing at the inside of his cheeks as yet another girl pulls Todoroki aside during their break. That’s the fifth one just this morning, he notes with displeasure, something hot and vile coiling deep in his gut and making him clench his jaw, tasting the blood on his tongue as the flesh tears under the aggression. He feels the prickle of tears in his eyes, turning away just as he sees the girl bow low and present a pretty pink envelope to Todoroki.

She’s gorgeous too, all of them are, one after another, coming to their classroom and calling for him, all nervous smiles and blushing faces. Izuku should have expected it, in retrospect, Todoroki is attractive, the holder of the unofficial title of ‘Pretty Boy of Class A’, it’s only natural that he’d have admirers all over the school. He’d been unapproachable in their first semester, intimidating, cold. But after he opened up he no longer exuded that aura that sent others running the other way, he was inviting, welcoming even. Enticing, desirable.

As the day goes by, Todoroki gets confession after confession, holding on to the countless letters and chocolates he’s offered and Izuku has no clue what he plans to say to any of the girls, walking back to his desk and putting the gifts and envelopes away without looking at their contents. Izuku swallows down the jealousy, the thought that he doesn’t even know if Todoroki likes guys to begin with looming over his head like a dark and gloomy cloud and souring his mood further. He wonders what all those letters say, the faces Todoroki will make as he reads them all in the privacy of his room later that day. He wonders if any of them will get a positive reply. There were so many beautiful girls, so many wonderful contenders, Izuku would never stand a chance against any of them. He is likely not Todoroki’s type, whatever that may be.

He is no one’s type. While Todoroki had been approached by so many girls he’d have lost count if he wasn’t so focused on each and every one – sixteen: six in the morning, two at lunch and four in the afternoon – Izuku had only gotten a box of chocolates from Uraraka. One she had made for him along with the one for Iida, Asui and Todoroki as well. As if he needs any more. Izuku scolds himself at the thought, telling himself that it’s not his friend’s fault, it’s no one’s fault. He just has to accept what he’s always been told, he’s plain-looking, nothing like Todoroki, not good enough for him.

Discreetly wiping at his eyes, sniffling lowly, Izuku adjusts in his seat, waiting for the teacher to get there and start the last lesson. It’s better this way, Todoroki will choose one of the cute girls to be with and Izuku will move on without having to suffer through a rejection. He’ll just give up on confessing. It’s better this way. It’s better this way.

When the classes finish, Izuku watches from the corner of his eye as Todoroki carefully puts all the gifts in his bag that he still hadn’t, getting distracted by the sickening feeling that settles in his stomach and not noticing that the rest of their classmates quickly make their way out. Only he and Todoroki are left in the otherwise empty classroom when he jolts back from his negative thoughts and finally starts gathering his things.

Wordlessly, he walks up to Todoroki, waiting for him as always, backpack already on his shoulders and ready to leave whenever he wants. But rather than pick up his messenger bag off the desk and leave with him, Todoroki looks at Izuku with an intensity in his eyes he’d never seen before.

For a moment, Izuku panics, wondering if Todoroki has noticed his obvious staring, if he let his jealousy show too much and now he’s upset him, or worse. His heart gets caught in his throat, beating far too quickly and much too hard, loud in his ears in the quiet of the room. Todoroki clicks his tongue and turns his back to Izuku, head hanging low as he stares down at his shoes and Izuku is holding his breath, frozen and not daring to make a single sound.

“Midoriya…” Todoroki’s deep voice is deafening in the overwhelming silence, the sunlight hitting him in such a way that it throws his shadow ominously across the room. “There’s something I need to tell you but I’m not sure how.”

Izuku knows that he should say something, that he should tell him whatever it is, he can tell him. But all he can think of is Todoroki asking him to stop being his friend, to keep away from him and never bother him again and his words turn to ash on his tongue, tears once again threatening to spill from the confines of his eyes and he stares up at the ceiling to stop them. He hears the shuffle of feet and forces himself to look back at his friend, seeing him biting on his lip, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he shifts nervously.

“I’m not really good with saying things pretty and after all those girls put an effort into writing down their feelings I…” He trails off with a sigh and Izuku feels that unpleasant sensation spread through his veins at the mention of the confessions, thinking that Todoroki already knows which one whose feelings he wants to accept and just doesn’t know how to say it. Asking for advice, that’s what this is. “I’m just going to come out and say it… Midoriya, I like you.”

Izuku was bracing himself for the killing blow, ready to push past his feelings and run to his room to cry out the pain but this knocks the breath right out of him. He has to hold on to the desk closest to him, his knees buckling beneath him and not even that being enough to support him. He simply crumbles to the floor, a hand over his mouth as the tears finally break free and he gasps for breath around the tiny sobs.

Todoroki kneels beside him, hands hovering between them and terror mixed with uncertainty shining in his eyes. The expression sends a pang through Izuku’s chest and he can’t stop himself from throwing his arms around Todoroki’s shoulders, burying his face in the cool side of his neck and staining the skin there. Shakily, the other returns the embrace, trembling hands rubbing at his back in stiff circles as Izuku picks up the pieces of his mind until he feels whole enough to speak.

“I’m sorry Todoroki-kun, I don’t like you back.” He sobs, feeling his friend tense and finishing the thought as quickly as he can manage. “I’m in love with you…”

It takes what feels like an eternity for Todoroki to finally relax, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head. “I think I’m okay with that…”

my piece for the @tododekuworldszine​! this was such an amazing project to work on and i’m proud of what i was able to contribute, thank you to the wonderful mods for organizing this and to everyone who supported the project!

you know it’s true you cowards

Idk. Silly tododeku doodle.

Extra: Izuku’s gay crisis

Okay, let’s imagine that…

You got this bunch of drunk idiots and someone runs into the room screaming:

“SHOT TO GAY DUDE”

And for a strange reason they all has a toy gun.

Then you got this:

I’m done.

Romics 2018 sketch Kacchako / Tododeku Me as Bakugou @kinnme as Todoroki 💥💥💥

Villain Tododeku

Me: It's 2 a.m... just one more fanfiction and then I'm off to bed.

*32 fanfictions later* *6 a.m alarm for school beeping*

Me: Ha ha ha... Who needs sleep when you have fanfiction, anyways?

person A: i told you all he was bad news. i didn’t like him from the start

person B: well, how can we trust your judgement? you don’t like anyone

person A, blinks in confusion: false. i like you?

person B, blinks back in confusion: y-you do?

person C: years and years of having your heads up in your asses and you decide to get them out now. when there are lives at stake? when ours are at stake?

:’)

A little offscreen scene in between chapters 18 and 19 of A beacon in the dark.

Drawing poor Shouto freaking the fuck out is a great deal of fun lol

so i saw this and started crying/drawing

Midoriya: So, how is the most beautiful person in the world doing today?

Todoroki: I don’t know. How are yo-

Bakugou, from the other side of the room: Kirishima's doin' great.

today’s mood:

Hearing someone say your favorite anime out loud

I can’t stop snickering at this