Emperor Kuzco Was Clearly Gay

The aftermath of your little encounter with GhostfaceSukuna on halloween’s night (•‿•◍)

Uncropped and hq on P@treon

Me reading another person's writing: Oh they missed a period there, no worries mistakes happen :) Three adjectives in a sentence? Adverbs for days? No worries I love descriptions and this story is fire.

Me seeing the same thing in my work: Wow am I illiterate? Am I actually ok? Who the actual fuck told me I can write so I can go and curse their entire family for the time it took for me to carefully craft this GARBAGE.

I believe it because Shouto is dramatic.

The dramatic reveal of his trauma to his percieved rival? ✅

Refusing to accept part of himself until someone shows him that it's his life and he can do what he wants with it? ✅

Please, the slurping soba and staring at Enji while saying "That's....A nasty scar you've got there"?? ✅

Not to mention this....fuckin thing.....

He is thee Drama King, along with Touya of course. No one is doing it like Touya "Dance With Me In Hell" Todoroki. I love my dramatic lil bacon bits. 💙

I HAVE A THEORY!

so, you know the scene where Shoto asked Deku "are you All Migh's secret live child or something?". The thing is, why would Shoto think that? And here's my theory: Shoto used to watch soap operas as a child. Why would I think that? Because the "secret love child" trope is very common in soap operas (example: in Gilmore Girls, which some consider a soap opera, a character had a secret love child with his ex gf, which causes him to break up with his fiancee). But now you may ask: why would Shoto watch soap operas? And here's the thing: I don't thing he did that by his own initiative, I think Fuyumi made him watch them with her. But why would Fuyumi watch soap operas? Glad you asked.

As you can see in her character profile (made by Horikoshi obv), her favorite things are soap operas.

So, my theory is that Fuyumi and Shoto watched soap operas together as kids

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Wish List

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Summary: Dabi makes a Christmas wish

Pairing: Dabi/Reader (it's mostly just kinda Implied tbh)

Content Warning: Angst, SFW

Word Count: 800

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 1st of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Wish List

My Masterlist

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The crunch of ice and snow beneath bootfalls echoes within the alleyway.

Dabi's hands are stuffed into his pockets as he makes his way down the path, to the fire escape of the side of a building. The sound of creaking metal fills the still quiet of the chilly night air as he climbs it.

Settling on the roof, he stares out at the distant buildings. Normally this would be dangerous, with all the heroes patrolling, but the air is far too crisp for the average person this high up, so it's safe enough. His quirk keeps him warm, and the height keeps him out of sight.

He'd needed to get away from the others for a while. Toga's constant spiel about the holidays and how they should celebrate was getting insufferable.

When he was younger, when he was Touya, he can hardly remember the holidays being the happy and joyous time people would consider it being.

Christmas somehow felt colder than it should be. Not because of the falling snow or the chilly air, but because of the stifling atmosphere within their house.

You'd think that living under the roof of a man with a fire quirk, it'd be warm and cozy. But then you'd of course remember that it's Endeavor, so, of course.

Though, it wasn't really always like that.

At first, it was normal enough, he thinks. His mother and father would shower their first born in gifts and joy and love.

Their first born they were so happy to have, so proud of, that they'd beam when he babbled at them.

And when his quirk came in, all the more joy, playing with his two younger siblings, taking care of them. He's going to be a hero after all! Heroes take care of people!

Of course that didn't last very long, as they learned that his quirk hurts him; his body not suited to it. And in his father's eyes, a failure. A waste.

And so they had another child, one last attempt at correcting the smear on the oh so great Todoroki name.

When Shouto was born, on that cold January day, the chill of his existence seeped into their very bones. Into the walls of their home, the floors beneath their feet, the ceiling over their heads, pressing in from all sides.

As Dabi, the joy he vaguely remembers are mere fragments, they're so distant in the past.

So when Toga said she wanted to celebrate, his scars itched.

Itched like they were freshly healing, like they were raw.

He doesn't know how to celebrate anymore, doesn't know if he ever really knew.

He doesn't know if he'd be able to pretend to enjoy himself, or how he'd react if he actually does enjoy it.

Because his true wish is to be able to do that freely. But alas, his bastard of a father still breathes, and when he does take his final breath, most likely so would he. So it doesn't seem to be in his realm of possibilities.

Though, he supposes, that's really all a wishlist is for.

Wishing and hoping and dreaming for

things you want, but you know deep down isn't really possible.

Looking at a particular building, an apartment complex, he sees a little family eating dinner through open curtains.

A father, a mother, a young girl and two boys, one older than the other two.

It's what he would've had in an ideal world.

It's what he used to wish for on particularly cold nights, curled up beneath his futon, bandages around the wounds littering his tiny body and the cold indifference in his father's eyes seared into his heart.

The father in the window ruffles his eldest son with a smile just as the first few specks of snowflakes begin to fall, and Dabi thinks maybe having a little wish might not be so bad.

It's not going to come true, he knows, but he still wishes.

On a whim, he reaches out to catch a snowflake like he's seen others do.

And he makes another wish. He wishes that at least the future will be better.

That as much as Toga is a little brat, as much as Twice can be annoying, as much as Shigaraki is an ass, as much as Compress is a showy snob, as much as Spinner is a Stain kiss ass, and as much as Kurogiri has a stick up his ass......he gets to keep them.

As much as he loves and doesn't deserve you, he gets to keep you anyway.

He wishes that he can keep his new family this time, wishes that they'll keep him too. Wishes that at the end of all of this, maybe he can actually be happy.

Who knows? Maybe it'll be a Christmas miracle.

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The snowflakes melt before they can touch his skin.

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Caroling

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Summary: Dabi is a victim lol

Pairing: Dabi/Gen Reader

Content Warning: Crack, Fluff, SFW

Word Count: 460

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: This is the 4th part of 12 fics for a 12 Days of Christmas event. Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Prompt: Caroling

Go screech Christmas carols at someone you love to show you care this Christmas💋

My Masterlist

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It's Toga's idea.

With it being Christmas, she of course wants to spend time with her newfound family, celebrating and having fun.

But there's also the spirit of mischief almost always present when around the others, especially Dabi and Tomura.

Their reactions are always so fun.

And what she decides on this time, is caroling.

Now, being wanted criminals and all, she can't really go out caroling house to house all willy nilly. And sure, she could get some rando's blood and go have fun, but she wants to do this as herself, and with her friends.

So she settles on the next best thing.

Going door to door of the members rooms and serenading them.

And somehow, she wraps you up in her shenanigans, along with Twice, but is he really a surprise?

Wanting to go all out, she decides that costumes are necessary.

Dressed as Santa's elves, in a green shirt with a jagged hem, red tights, red, white and green striped socks and green, pointed shoes, along with a silly elf hat, you're all ready for your first victim.

Dabi.

Your boyfriend knows you're up to something, but he doesn't know what yet.

Heels together, toes pointed out, hands clasped in front of you, you and Twice stand on either side of Toga, with her in the middle and slightly more forward, and you stifle a giggle at the thought of his reaction as Toga quickly knocks on the door before getting back into position.

It's soon opened to Dabi, whose bored expression quickly morphs into confused horror as you all immediately start singing at him.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, and a happy new yeeaarr."

It's loud.

It's obnoxious.

It's off key.

It's glorious.

As you all go through the whole song, you know to yourself that nails on a chalkboard might sound better, and that's what makes it all the more fun.

And it would seem that Dabi is now catatonic, because he's staring through you, eyes glazed over and dead.

It takes a good ten seconds of prominent silence after you're done singing for him to reboot.

"Why?" His tone is tired. Resigned, yet pleading for mercy.

"Why not?" Is Toga's questioning answer, with a bright, sharp grin.

Dabi looks like he's about to retort, but thinks better of it, not wanting to drag......whatever this is....out.

Smart man.

"Okay." He sighs, so very weary, and shuts the door with a thud.

Toga spins around and beams at them.

"To Shiggy!" She exclaims, pointing down the hall, before making her way to his room at the end of the hallway.

You and Twice follow behind her to her next victim.

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Btw if I say things like “by god” or “good lord” in posts please be aware I don’t mean it in a catholic way I mean it in a 1950s scientist reacting in horror after they create an evil creature in the lab set in the distant future year of 2005

"you've already left kudos here. :)" ok and I'll leave some more. You got a problem? Because in my opinion, this work is so good and the author totally deserves it

reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"

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