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delawaredetroit · 5 months
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It's interesting that out of all of Class 1A's "big three", Izuku is the only one who chose someone who was clearly a heteromorph for his team.
And as an aside it's absolutely bizarre that Tokoyami didn't get picked by other teams. He had a decent number of points from the first round and 1A at least knew he was strong.
Not sure what was going on with that: mutant discrimination, the first round not playing to his strengths at the time, or just Tokoyami being a weird little man who hangs out in the corner reciting grimdark prose
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Spiral
Emitter
Grants the user psychokinetic control over their surroundings, but only in the form of a spiral. The user can control the size of their spirals, as well as the speed at which they turn.
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probablybadquirkideas · 8 months
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Quirk: Pinky Promise
Effect: By interlinking pinkies, the Quirk Holder can make a pact with another person. If either party breaks this promise, they are hunted down relentlessly by Ashido Mina, to the ends of the earth.
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Ok so here's a question I now have to ask myself. Himiko's quirk means she needs blood to stay healthy yeah? So if she enters the metaverse would she have a clear mind? She has no quirk there so would so she shouldn't feel the after effects of her quirk. But the after effects impact her health and that isn't going away under erasure.
Hm.
so two answers to this but the short one would be that it still effects her.
1.) I think her body would still react the same as if there was any other deficiency. Like if you're low on iron or whatever. The Metaverse might negate some of the outright bloodlust, but she's not going to be magically healed
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2.) you said that mutation Quirks stick around in the Metaverse. And to /me/ there is a thin line between a lot of Quirks on what qualifies as at least partly mutation. I'd say Himiko's counts as a partial mutation because her body has mutated to need blood consumption. So while she can't transform, she still needs to consume blood(along with assumedly protecting her from like prion disease or something)
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thyandrawrites · 2 years
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Do you think Dabi might have a light based quirk? He might have never been using his quirk properly because it might work completely different from his father and probably Shoto too, his name also means "lamp".
I'm not sure I understand what you mean by that, sorry
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s0fter-sin · 2 years
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how do i say if you think izuku couldn’t be a hero without a quirk i don’t trust you without sounding like a crazy person
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quirkcollection · 1 year
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QUIRK NAME: Heat Conduction
DESCRIPTION: A quirk that allows the user to heat anything they touch.
OPTIONAL DOWNSIDES:
The user does not have heat resistance, so they can be burned by their own quirk.
The quirk expends the user's body heat, and after heating something up, the user is left feeling cold.
The user's internal body temperature is always climbing, and they need to use their quirk in order to even it back out.
The quirk requires five points of contact and is involuntary.
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HEYYYYYY
I couldn't help but see your requests were open l😏
So I wanted to ask for a human reader who Neteyam finds but he goes to kill her and she kinda charms him so he stops?
Then they become mates, the story and stuff is all up to you but yeahhhh that's my idea
I LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW AND I HAVE READ NEARLY EVERYTHING!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 
Thank you for the lovely words and your support it gives my writing purpose <3
Here is your request, I really hope you like it!
I named it Charming Killer after your request.
ps: If people have put in a request it is on its way!
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Pairing: Neteyam x reader
Part Two
Summary: You get chased into the wilds of Pandora with a broken communication collar and a bullet wound, but Neteyam finds you. He goes to kill you but an omen from Eywa stops him, and as he approaches you he realizes you are his destined mate.
Warnings: blood and injury were mentioned, nothing else.
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: I’m taking a quick little break from writing for the same two series and breaking out to some requests. Check my master list for my posting schedule for Love and Guests. And what are we feeling? Part two or keep this as a one-shot? (God why did I just offer to create a new series but also this is such a cool idea and I want to write more)
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Neteyam didn't like humans, and he never had. His mother had raised him to stay away from them as much as possible, and he had obeyed to keep her happy, but as he grew up and his siblings came back from ventures to the human labs that lay beyond their village with stories about Norm and Max in their human forms, he found his simple obligation of dislike turn into hatred.
Neteyam avoided all of the dream walkers that operated in his village to the best of his ability. His father advised them not to bother his eldest son or his wife, which they respectably agreed to. Still, even if they weren't around him Neteyam could always feel their presence, and it irked him.
One day, this feeling cropped up in his mind as he was out in the rugged outback of Pandora, hunting a stray tapirus for his mother.
He jumped from a tree to the ground as he continued to track, but then as Neteyam pressed his fingers into the newest set of prints in the dirt, he smelt it.
It was the distinct smell that often surrounded humans, something of a mixture between an unnatural chemical smell and wafts of artificial scents that attracted them to one another. Still, to Na'vi, the smell was a distinct warning.
He raised his head, abandoning the hunt in favour of locating the emitter of the stench that was offending him.
He followed his nose for a few meters, and then with the tip of his bow, he dipped a low-hanging branch to divulge a clearing.
There, standing in the middle with not a soul around was you, trying to aid an injury to your lower arm and fix a device at the same time with only one working hand.
He quirked his brow in confusion. He had never heard of you from his father, which only led to one conclusion: you were a sky person under Quaritch's jurisdiction.
He watched you for a few seconds to take inventory of what you were doing all alone in the middle of Pandora without a jarhead next to you with a gun. He could tell immediately you were not military because you were pacing around in a circle, speaking a mile an hour to yourself, using words he didn't understand with no sign of a weapon anywhere on your person.
His eyes dipped to your arm, which you were clenching shut as blood dripped onto the ground and soaked itself into the fabric of your shirt.
You were in shock from what Neteyam could interpret in distinction to your actions. The wound didn't seem like it had come from an attack by any beast on his planet because you would surely be dead if that were the case.
The injury looked like a bullet wound which only charged his curious streak further, but you were human, and one less sky person on this planet was a plus for his cause. So, he nestled down on the ground and silently replaced the branch so he could pull back his bow and aim his righteous arrow at your head.
He felt his heart beat in rhythm with your steps as you desperately tried to fix a communication com device with one hand, fighting against the panic that was starting to take your breath away.
The wilderness was vast, and you could feel the race against time fight in opposition to the blood which was slowly collecting a trail by your feet.
He let out his breath and readied the shot, but before he could let it go, a seedling from the tree of souls floated into his vision and landed on his hand, a silent plea not to fire.
He was stunned for a few seconds and held his posture, but when the seedling took off again, he finally let his hands relax and brought the longbow back down to his lap.
He was captivated now as he tried to lean closer through the foliage to see your actions. Eywa had spoken, and he would not kill you.
He thought back to the story his mother had often told her children about how she met his father, and his nose scrunched up at the similarities between the two stories.
He decided he would not take you to his father, and he would leave you here. If Eywa didn't want him to kill you, that was fine but he wouldn't become responsible for your safety.
He had filled his hunger for curiosity, and the thought of returning to his hunting materialized in his brain. With that in mind, he turned to step away, but as soon as he moved, another seedling crashed into his chest, making him stutter back in an effort not to crush the precious soul.
The sound of crunching leaves caught your attention, and you rotated on your heels in the direction of Neteyam. He kept his head low and out of your sight before he shook his head at the seedling which hovered in front of his face.
You couldn't see anything, but the sound was distinct, so you darted your eyes around to try and find anything to defend yourself with, but your search was broken when you found a white seedling floating just to the side of Neteyam's hiding spot.
You gasped as two other seedlings joined the beautiful sprite. They all floated towards you, pushing air down as they climbed higher and higher up on their way to you.
Neteyam let his eyes leave the seed in front of his way and looked towards you. Your face was lit up at the sight of the seeds, and it seemed their appearance had taken all of your focus off the pain and the gadget in your hand because you softly stepped forward to greet the specimens.
He watched as you steadily reached out a shaky hand to the wood sprites, laughing uneasily as they all gently landed along the uninjured arm.
You looked so excited at their presence, and that confirmed his suspicions of your scientific origin.
You took another step forward, and Neteyam cursed mentally as he turned to leave, but again, the seed of Eywa stopped him with its stagnant stature. The sign was clear. He had to speak with you. He rolled his eyes and held back a sigh but acted to comply with the great mother's desires.
He stood to his full height and stared at you with a frown. You still hadn't noticed him, but when he smacked the lower branch away and tramped forward, the white sprites took off and left you to yearn after them with a sad stare.
What was so special about you? He wondered. You were just another arrogant human who was part of an unkillable mass that had arrived here with an open palm.
Your eyes then fell from the vacating pure souls and settled on the 10ft Na'vi in front of you, which caused a shriek.
Immediately you stumbled back and tried to start protesting for your life at the sign of his lethal bow, but you stopped when you noticed he was staring at you with an unwavering eye filled with mystery.
You called something to him, but he only understood the odd word. You had jumped straight into elucidating that you were not a threat which made him want to laugh. 
Of course, you weren't a threat. You were standing here like the perfect prey for any number of predators to pounce on and devour. He could kill you with a single toss, and the idea that he feared you was amusing him.
He took another step, and this time you crouched down, letting your hand leave the wound to try and coax him to stay away from you like he was a stray animal that could be redirected.
The bright blood on your hand shone in the light, your face was pale compared to the rest of you, and he felt a pang of pity for you, making him scowl at himself for his stupidity.
He stepped forward some more, his tail flickering behind him with agitation as he pulled the bow over his head and let the string fall over his chest.
"Who are you?" He growled as he marched further into the clearing.
His body was tall and very masculine, his muscles hugged his body as he looked down at you with contempt, and those were your only thoughts as the Na’vi man looked ready to murder you.
Your face wrinkled in confusion as you shrugged one of your shoulders at his words, your head shook from side to side in order to tell him you had no idea what he was saying.
He rolled his eyes at your conceited unknowingness, but just as he was about to start yelling at you, he paused as your scent hit him.
The standard note of human was definitely there, but there was something else, something sweet that had him hooked the second now that it registered in him.
At first, he thought you had used some chemical warfare on him, but when your confused face only intensified as he took a carnivorous inhale at the air, he knew the fragrance was only coming from your skin.
He took another stride, and the movement triggered your fight or flight. You tried to stand to run, but he grabbed your intact arm and gently yanked it forward, making you drop the communication device to the ground with a clatter.
You tried objecting to his harsh handling of you and cursed at him in English. He ignored you, and without further conversation, he shoved his face into the crevice on your neck and pushed your jaw up with his forehead so that your neck lay before him with no guard.
He took deep whiffs of your scent and nestled deeper so he could bring in as much as his body and the restrictive oxygen mask you were wearing would let him take. His tail flicked wildly behind him as he tried to commit the smell to memory. It smelt something crossed between a sugary treat and a warm fresh wood scent that made his brain fizz with the desire to have more of it closer.
He could feel your heartbeat on his cheek, but he ignored it. His need for the scent consumed him. He was only brought back to reality when you let out a whine at his very close touch that was making you uncomfortable.
He ripped his head back and shook it wildly, trying to shake off the remnants that tickled his brain. Your eyes that had originally been looking at him with confusion were now eyeing him up and down with uncertainty.
He dropped your arm and felt his body surge at the loss of touch. You faltered backward as he let you go but didn't try to run again, which he appreciated.
He was attracted to you, that was certain, and it made his body lurch with disgust, but before he could spend longer than a few seconds being disgusted, the scent of your skin drilled its way back into his brain, and he was overcome with butterflies that attacked his stomach.
You spoke again; this time, he identified the words 'Na'vi' and the name Max from your speech. He cocked his head, and you watched as his braids fell to one side of his head as he brought his face closer to yours to stare into your eyes.
You took a step back, but he followed you. He decided to ignore whatever you were saying and let his exploratory nature grab hold of him. He extended his head around to stare at your body, and you let him touch you as he pleased with your chest heaving in anxiety that at any moment he would have his fill of interest peaked and he would draw back to kill you.
His fingers came to your waist and gripped the lower hem of your elastic shirt, and pulled at it before letting it snap back, which made you smile a little despite the fear raging through you. Perhaps the blood loss was making you hysterical.
His ears twitched at the sound of your giggles that accompanied the smile, and his scrutinizing eyes turned softer as he reached forward and repeated the action, letting you huff with amusement.
He continued his curious search of you and let his fingers prod your cargo pants. You watched with your own set of prying eyes as he leaned down so he could gather the material between his fingers and rub it together to feel the texture. He let it fall back into place and pulled himself back up to his full height, which made your smile falter as you reminded yourself he was not a curious child and was a fully grown Na'avi hunter, if his bow was anything to go by.
The silence was loud, but it communicated volumes. You could tell by his erratic behavior that he wasn't going to kill you, but he was clearly fighting an inner conflict with his actions.
You didn't know much about the natives, but you knew one thing that had been hammered into your head since orientation day on this planet, Na'vi killed sky people on sight, and this man didn't look like he was reaching for his bow anytime soon, so what was he doing?
You tried your luck and reached out your hand to poke his bare chest before quickly retracting, making him let out his own small chuckle at your scared actions. You smiled cautiously before you reached out and ran a finger over the string of his bow that dug into his front, watching his chest shiver at your touch before you finally pulled back and stared up at him.
He let his smile disappear, and his frown replaced it as he stuck out his hand to grab your oxygen mask, but this seemed to be a step too far because you pulled back and quietly said something he didn't understand, but he knew it was a denial.
He was satisfied with his investigation and pulled himself back to look down at you while you awkwardly returned your hand to clutching the hole in your body that wasn't meant to be there.
Neteyam felt the pity in his heart worsen at your predicament, and he decided that he wanted to help, even though his naturally taught ethics told him it was wrong. He knew that the only reason his body was reacting to you like this, along with the cause of the omens from Eywa, meant one thing, but he was trying to suppress that epiphany for the moment.
He couldn't understand your language enough, but the device that lay on the ground behind him was obviously crucial to you. Hence he walked over to it and picked it up, this caused a chain reaction as you stumbled forward and tried to take it back from him with a yelp of protest, but he placed his hand on your forearm and gently pushed you back, which calmed you down enough that he could look at the tool.
He stood up and held the com to his face to see if it was fixable. Jake had a few of these around, and Neteyam had to wear one for a long time when he was younger, but this technology was slightly newer than anything Neteyam had seen for a while.
He flipped the collar over in his palm, and to his surprise, he immediately zoned in on the issue. The chip that powered it was simply dislodged and needed to be adjusted, so he pushed it back gently and shook it a few times, much to your aggrievement, and then when the red light sparked back to life he crouched down and placed it in your hands.
Your eyes widened in surprise as the collar was now partially workable.
You looked up at him, and his breath caught as your beautiful eyes gazed into his own with such pure gratitude in them that it made him want to keep you close to him forever, as his mate.
And just like that, the epiphany broke the surface of his mind and his pupils swell as he realized why you smelt so divine and why your laugh made his body weak. You were his mate. Even without the means to make the neural link or any of the accompanying features found on Na'vi women that were deemed as attractive, he knew as he observed you desperately press down on the com and speak into it that you were his destined partner.
The intercom sparked to life, and he heard the sound of Max's voice come through it. This interaction only worked to intrigue him more than last time, as he tried to figure out what you were doing all alone out here with a broken body, seeking out the rouge scientists.
You quickly yelled back to Max with relief overthrowing your face, which made Neteyam smile again as he watched you let out a consoled chuckle.
You spoke for a few more seconds, and Neteyam let the sound of your strange accent wrap around him before you broke his trance and held up the collar to him. He quirked a brow, but you shook the device in your hand and nodded for him to take it.
He gently took the end of the com and brought it to his ear so he could listen to Max translate what was happening to him in Na'vi.
Max was shocked to find out it was Neteyam who had saved his exposed spy from Hell's gate, but he described your issue to Neteyam, and he agreed to take you to the laboratories on the edge of his village so you could be patched up.
He returned the device and pulled off his bow to set himself up to walk you through the wild to the labs.
You hadn't understood Max's translation, so you pulled the com closer and tried to remain polite as you smiled up at Neteyam, but he could tell you were not pleased with the improvised escort that was surely threatening to your tiny stature.
When the conversation was over, you sighed and dropped the intercom to your side, gripping it tightly as you looked back up at Neteyam, who was now tying his hair of individual braids up with a hair-tie while holding the bow between his teeth.
He looked like a beautiful angel from your angle as he effortlessly strung up his hair, showing off his triceps and pecs while his canines were left exposed around the wooden bow. He pulled an arrow from behind his back and fit it into the bow. Neteyam then set off into the woods again, with your body mindlessly following the god-like boy.
You watched him move; he was the most graceful thing you had ever seen. His attitude was strange, and while you couldn't understand a word he was saying, you finally identified his aura as one of interest and possible endearment rather than intimidation.
He looked over his shoulder and called out a sentence to you that once again you couldn't understand but you just nodded and tried to sustain his pace.
He looked over his shoulder every few steps, but it was clear you were struggling to keep up with him as the pain from your injury was now becoming prevalent thanks to your adrenaline levels being brought down.
Neteyam grumbled something under his breath but turned to you, sliding the bow and arrow over himself again as he stepped towards you.
You backed up a little as his alarming size came toward you, but he reached out and gently touched your shoulder so you could see that he was trying to suggest an idea.
"You're never gonna get there if I don't carry you, come here", he stared into your eyes, repeating the sentence at least three times before he tut his tongue in annoyance and reached down to hoist your legs into his arms so he could carry you bridle style.
You screeched, and his ears flickered at the sharp noise before you hissed out and clung onto him as tightly as you could while he rose you high above the ground. He could feel your heart rate speed up, and he was dumbfounded as to why you were reacting this way to him just holding you.
You said a word, and it rang a bell in his head as he tried to remember it.
Oh, height.
He quickly put you down, and you tried to relax your breathing after being speedily hauled into the air by about 7 or 8 feet and then replaced just as swiftly.
You tried to balance yourself on his leg as you felt your heart calm down, heights weren't your strong point, but you had to agree that it was going to be the best way to get there with the time restraint your injury put on you.
He spoke something else as he crouched down, putting himself at eye level with you.
"I can't understand you!" You hopelessly whimpered as your hand came to rest on his shoulder so you could try and take the pain off your other limb.
His ears downturned at the sound of your desperate groaning, and he remained silent for a second, looking off to the side in thought.
You took a deep breath, dragging his attention back to you. You stared into his eyes for a second before you nodded and held out your arm for him to take with a single word.
"Slow", your eyes tried to show bravery, but your body was still shaking like a leaf under his touch.
He felt a part of his body twitch at your word that was paired with heavy eye contact and an out-of-breath tone, but he ignored it.
This time he went much slower as he swept his hands underneath your thighs and lifted you into the air. He allowed you to get a good hold around his neck so that you weren't afraid of falling, lying to himself that the touch was for your comfort and not his own.
When you were to live with him once you agreed to be his mate, he had to get used to going slower with things. It was lucky for you that he had probably the best patience out of any of his family.
You weighed nothing to him, so he set off as soon as you were steady, and your fear slowly gave weight to amusement as his long legs steeped over each obstacle in his way that would have taken you minutes to clamber over with your one arm pinned to your side.
The whole way there, you could feel his grip around the lower part of your legs tighten when you tried to clamber closer to him, and you wanted to apologize for invading his space and deterring him from his task that he would have had to abandon to help you, but the words couldn't come out.
It took about twenty minutes of heel-and-toe walking before he finally managed to get you to the lab's opening.
Upon seeing the large metal containers, he screeched to a stop, and you looked at his face with confusion as he seemed to have caught your fear like a contagious disease as his face scrunched up. He didn't dare go any further.
Neteyam let his hands slip under your armpits and gently set you down on the ground. He looked down at you and then glanced at the containers behind you.
You were a sky person, and while he couldn't deny that you reeked of his mate, this was the most unlikely pairing anyone had seen.
You called out to him, not by name, as he hadn't told you, but he finally sighed and slid back down to a crouch as he found he had to do a lot when talking to you.
"I will be back for you, my mate, until then, look after yourself better, now go get patched up", he pressed one of his hands into the side of your head, and you lovingly pushed against his palm with a sad smile as you took his words as an apology for needing to go.
"Thank you--" You trailed off as you tried to use the silence to ask for his name.
"Neteyam", he stated with that boyish smile overtaking his features again.
"Neteyam", you repeated as you nodded, feeling the skin of his rough palm rub against you.
"You?" He found the word in English and spoke it with a heavy accent, making your smile turn to a grin.
"Y/n", you stated with a gleam in your eye.
"Y/n", he said the name verbatim to you and nodded to himself as the sound of a door opening ruined the moment.
He quickly pulled back from you and stood back up, allowing his height to take over the silent threat as Max stood on the steps to the metal lab with his hands raised to show he was unarmed as he called out to you and asked if you were all right.
"Goodbye, y/n", Neteyam’s accent was incredibly thick, and it made your skin shiver as he quickly put his fingers to his forehead and retracted them in a respectful farewell before he turned on his tail and walked back into the wilderness of Pandora, leaving you alone with your own kind.
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mha-quotes-and-such · 3 months
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doublebassawareness · 1 month
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Okay, no let's talk about the specifics of the BNHA world.
Like, do you think that they allowed steroid use, but for heroes only? Or nah? Or is it like some widely debated and politicized thing thats a talking point on every election?
Do you think they allow people to use their quirks in the military? Or did they do some UN things to make it a war crime or something? Or is it like nuclear weapons, where like, yeah, you can use it, but it's like taboo and only in emergencies? Is there quirk mutually assured destruction?
Do you think that there's discrimination against certain quirks, especially mutant quirks, like Tsuyu's? Is there like, quirk supremacists who believe that like, emitter quirks are superior? Is there like, quirk affirmative action because of it? (quick facts, quirks are classified in three different ways: emitter, where something comes out of you with no physical change (ie Ochakos, Bakugos, etc), Transformation, where your body can transform (ie Kirishimas, Mt. Lady), and mutant, where you have permanent characteristics that are a part of your quirk (ie. Asui, Jiro))
Is there like, specialized quirk TSA now? Are people with certain quirks not allowed to fly? Like, would Bakugo be allowed on a plane, because he's like, already a human bomb.
But also, that kinda implies the fact of quirk terrorist, which I guess is to be expected. That's literally what the League of Villains are.
But like, what about standardized tests? Like, if you're quirk is mind reading or something along those lines, how would you catch someone from using it during the SAT or something. Would this go back to quirk affirmative action, where people with quirks that have the potential to cheat are like, weighted less because of that possibility?
So we know there's quirk marriages, but is there like quirk human trafficking and quirk slavery? Where people with quirks that are suited to do work get 'recruited' and trapped in terrible working conditions to use their quirk to get the job done?
So, if you can't use your quirk in public spaces, do you think that there are people who get private land and charge people by the hour so that they can use their quirk there? Like, a shooting range, but for quirks.
Are there specific laws around quirk usage for minors? Because most people get their quirk at around age 4, and 4 year olds may not be the most responsible, so like, if they cause damage with their quirk, or injure someone, do they become responsible? If they don't at what age do they do become responsible?
IDK, what do you think?
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deusvervewrites · 13 days
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“Aizawa has gotten his ass kicked in every single fight he's been in (except against the unnamed grunts at the USJ, right before he lost to the Noumu)”
Mentally reviews all the fights Aizawa has been in.
I… I think I need to sit down.
Aizawa's fights:
Aizawa vs the USJ Grunts: Total victory for him! Good job, buddy, Enjoy it while it lasts!
Aizawa vs Noumu and Shigaraki: Multiple broken bones and some of his skin is decayed.
Aizawa vs Todoroki and Yaoyorozu: I'll cut him a little slack here but he did basically get outplayed by his own capture scarf
Aizawa vs Dabi Clone: He actually did win this fight pretty decisively but it's also like the only thing he did this arc. Midoriya suffered permanent damage in his arms while you were interrogating mud, my man.
Aizawa vs Toga: Did not think to use his Quirk until after Toga attacked. She then used his own capture scarf against him and stabbed him.
Aizawa vs Overhaul and Chronostasis: Got taken out almost instantly; would have died if Amajiki didn't save him. I'll cut him some slack because apparently Chronostatis is a Mutation Quirk(????) so he couldn't erase it but also it really should be Emitter.
Blackwhip Emergence: Despite being on hand specifically for something like this, did not arrive to help until after the problem was solved.
War Arc Hospital Raid: Eraserhead mostly runs support in this fight while the other Heroes do the damage, but the Heroes do also win this fight, so I'll give it to him.
Aizawa vs High End Noumu: While he and the other Heroes do technically win, they take the first serious losses of this arc, and Shigaraki wakes up, meaning the whole mission is a failure. Also his leg is badly damaged by a Noumu, but, uh...
Aizawa vs Shigaraki: Takes a bullet to the damaged leg and has to amputate it. Proceeds to lose his eye to Shigaraki and has to sit out the rest of the fight on account of being critically injured.
Final War Arc: Got thrown off a cliff by Kurogiri. Was not even at the fight with Kurogiri. But he does come back from this one so I'll mark this a draw instead of a loss.
So that gives him a final tally of... three victories. And the only victory against a named character was a Twice clone.
Track record is, um. Spotty.
Admittedly, I don't think any of the other Heroes at UA (sans All Might) have as many fights as he does, so he's got a much higher chance or a horrible win/lose ratio simply by numbers.
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Zombie Fungus
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Allows the user to produce spores that will put anyone who breathes them in into a hypnotic state where they are under the command of the user until they have clean air to breathe for ten minutes.
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probablybadquirkideas · 6 months
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Quirk: Fool
Effect: This Quirk's holder may randomly mutate into one of twenty-one other effects:
Effect I: The Quirk holder gains affinity for the four elements. The use of one element weakens the other three, so balance is key.
Effect II: The Quirk holder choses one fact they are aware of - until the Fool reactivates, no one else may speak of this secret.
Effect III: The Quirk holder accelerates the growth and seeding of all plant matter, including the creation of fruit.
Effect IV: The Quirk holder inflicts their dominion on others, sapping their will to fight. This is based on the opponent's own ego - weaker wills are unable to fight back.
Effect V: The Quirk holder passively obtains information they are otherwise unaware of. The usefulness of the knowledge... Varies.
Effect VI: The Quirk holder becomes aware of the bonds between others. This can mean friendships, romances, rivalries, familial bonds... All sorts.
Effect VII: The Quirk holder selects one goal. Once that goal is accomplished, the Fool reactivates. If the Quirk holder were to perish in pursuit of this goal: revive instantly, unharmed, and the Fool reactivates.
Effect VIII: The Quirk holder places into effect one universal rule. The rule will then reset when the Fool reactivates.
Effect IX: The Quirk holder alone may access a room, hidden in the border formed by the corners of walls. This room has basic amenities, such as a bed and running water, but no windows or timekeeping devices. No one other than the Quirk holder may enter.
Effect X: The Quirk holder can manipulate the future effect of a single action. For this to work, a "cause" must be known. Once completed, the Fool will reactivate.
Effect XI: The Quirk holder gains boundless physical strength, as well as an unshakeable moral compass to compensate and regulate.
Effect XII: When this effect is activated, time will stop. The only thing unfrozen is the Quirk holder's own perception. When time resumes, the Fool will reactivate.
Effect XIII: The Quirk holder has the ability to manipulate and shape forms like putty, including themselves. Unlike most other effects, the changes are permanent.
Effect XIV: The Quirk holder becomes attuned to the natural flow of energy within the earth, and can heal as well as harm with it. An imbalance of positive and negative will force a reactivation of the Fool, however.
Effect XV: The Quirk holder may inflict the effects of drug withdrawal on opponents: irritability, thirst, mania, hunger, confusion, paranoia, etc. Wield responsibly.
Effect XVI: A natural disaster shall strike the exact location of the Quirk holder.
Effect XVII: The Quirk holder is protected from disaster. This could be seen as "good luck", but others may consider it "a breather".
Effect XVIII: The Quirk holder can project their worst fears into reality. This construct is also capable of reflecting the fears of those that gaze upon it - however, it is merely an illusion.
Effect XVIX: The Quirk holder radiates light. Those in the light of the Quirk holder will gain a weak physical boost.
Effect XX: The Quirk holder can refine a material into its base components: a book may revert to water and wood pulp, steel to iron ore and other minerals, etc. This will not work on people.
Effect XXI: The Quirk holder may move through space. It is, in effect, teleportation, except the holder is not disappearing from one spot and appearing in another location, but rather, moving the entire universe around themselves until they've reached their destination.
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tourneys-by-me · 3 months
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We were specific… but now… we are multiple…
Welcome to the Multiple Elements Character Tournament!!
This is a tournament for characters who can use 2 or more elements!
Rules:
Remember, this is a tournament about fictional characters so please! be nice! I don’t want any hate or bigotry (racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, stuff like that) here.
No real people! That includes streamers and MCYT! I’m fine with most things but will ban certain characters/media depending on how much unnecessary discourse they will create and how much we can separate the art from the artist. So HP won’t be allowed if you want a metric.
You can submit as many characters as you want, but please submit them one form at a time.
Do NOT submit the same character over and over again!
Make sure you spell the name of the character and piece of media they are from correctly please.
The character doesn’t necessarily have to use magic to get in. A character could use a flame and water sword and they would still be eligible for the tournament.
Characters who are more proficient in one element are allowed, but the character has to use other elements somewhat frequently. The other elements shouldn’t be an afterthought essentially.
I will allow media if they have their own unconventional “elements" in. Elements that weren't necessarily featured in the last tournament (Water, Earth, Fire, Air, Electricity, Ice, Vegetation, Metals, Light, and Darkness). What I mean is that, yes, the fighting type from pokemon and almighty skills from megami tensei are considered as elements in this tournament.
That being said, power systems like the hunter x hunter nen system won’t count. This is because Nen is more like using different techniques not actual elements. While the aura types for nen are more like categorizations for a character’s abilities. It’s kinda like the quirk categorization (emitter, mutant, and transformation) in my hero academia for a more simple comparison.
The Demon Slayer breathing styles are NOT allowed! They’re not actually summoning elements, it’s a visual metaphor.
When it comes to Pokémon, they are allowed, but under specific circumstances. Either: their ability changes their type (protean, multi type, etc), have a wide and diverse move pool regarding types, if a pokemon is a dual type, and/or if a pokemon has a gimmick that meets the prior criteria (think the rotom forms or the ogerpon masks). I’m not including Terastallization as an excuse for any Pokémon who don’t meet the prior criteria because it feels like such a cop out using a gimmick, that most likely won’t appear in later gens, to include certain Pokémon.
Trainers from Pokémon are allowed! As long as the pokemon they use are diverse in their typing and/or fit any other criteria listed above.
I might add more rules later on if necessary.
Also, if you want a list of "unconventional elements" that I'd most likely allow, please look at the "Elements and Their Associated Powers And Traits" tab on the "Elemental Powers" TV Tropes page.
I made totally different form for pokemon due to how many submissions I anticipate to get from that franchise. So submit characters from pokemon to that form please.
I’m gonna try to shoot for a 128 character tournament, but idk how many characters from the same franchise will be allowed in. Probably around 2-5 characters depending on what the submissions are like.
Going to shut the forms down on April 6th or at around 700 submissions. The last tournament was 1,530 total submissions and that was a lot, so I’m going to cut this one down a bit.
Blogs I’m tagging under the cut (Not forcing y’all to reblog this post, I just want some fresh eyes on this tournament)
@tournament-announcer @fefuckability @favoritepokemontournament @best-kirby-character-tournament @foundfamilyadoptionagency @doyouknowthischaracter @haveyouplayedthisgame-poll @weeb-polls-with-pip @ultimate-blorbo-bracket
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nightkbroccolidemon · 4 months
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AFO is Hisashi Midoriya
This is my contribution to the Dad-For-One theory, otherwise known as AFO is Hisashi Midoriya.
There are already plenty of indications and other theories out there to this particular idea, but I have never seen this specific one so I might as well share.
Disclaimer: this might have some manga spoilers, so be warmed!
First and foremost, what do we know about Hisashi Midoriya?
He is married to Inko Midoriya.
He works overseas.
He has a fire breathing quirk.
He is never seen in the backstory, neither the manga or anime.
Just from that we can already make some conclusions. I think some of them have already been floating around so I will make this short.
He could have taken her name in marriage. It would make sense if it was her family name, since Midori means green and Inko does have green hair.
An evil overlord most certainly makes enough money to send home. The cover of working overseas also means he doesn't need to be home and keep up the façade.
I believe it has been mentioned in manga and in the anime that emitter, more specifically fire quirks are the most common ones. So basically, nobody would call it either weak or strong if you are not Endeavour or Dabi. It would also be fairly easy to acquire a quirk like that for someone like AFO
We have no idea what Hisashi Midoriya looks like. Which is uncommon for parents in MHA. We have seen plenty of parents from different students, villains and even teachers in the vigilante spin off. One would think that the father of the main character is kind of important, or if he isn't (as we are led to believe) we would get at least a face. The fact that it is taking so long is certainly suspicious.
Now let's look at what we know about AFO.
He lost a big fight against All Might when Izuku was just a small child, before he received his diagnosis that he was Quirkless.
He is inherently possessive, narcissistic and egoistical.
He does not care for others only for the best way to gain power.
He has only one known weakness to his quirk. Said weakness is, he has to touch someone to steal their quirk.
Let's keep that in mind while we take a look at other facts. What do we know about the Midoriya family?
Izuku Midoriyawas born Quirkless.
He was diagnosed by the same doctor who later made the Nomus.
They are not rich, nor do they have any connections.
Inko Midoriya has a minor attraction quirk.
At first glance this might not mean a lot but in the frame of this theory both of these things shine in a different light.
AFO was born at the dawn of quirks. A time where it wasn't uncommon for someone to be born without a quirk. It wouldn't be far-fetched for him to have a Quirkless child.
If Izuku was indeed his son, it would make sense for him to monitor his development even after the fight against All Might. He must already be working together with the doctor because it was, he who healed AFO from his severe injuries.
What would AFO gain from marrying someone with a weak quirk and without any notable connection?
If AfO had a child with Inko Midoriya there is a possibility that this child could have a quirk which allowed them to pull quirks to them. This would solve AFO one weakness. In return all he would have to do is fly under the radar and pretend to be a good, if absent husband.
Alright this was a lot of speculation. So, let's take a look at Canon again to see if my main claim would make sense for the story.
The main example would be the Todoroki family. Endeavour demonstrates quirk marriage isn't a thing of the past. Which means we have a canon case of this happening.
The most glaring problem in this theory might be that AFO does not really look like Izuku. Then again Izuku does look a lot like his mother except for his hair texture and the freckles. At this point we have seen a younger AFO and still there are no glaring similarities. This might be because AFO wears his hair rather short in all his life stages compared to Izuku. We have also seen AFO mother who had no similarities to Izuku either.
For the time being AFO is kind of dead so he won't be the one confirming this theory. Izuku has seen him before and not mentioned anything. The only one left to say anything is Inko Midoriya.
Horikoshi did mention that there would be a Hizashi Midoriya reveal at some point. So, all we can do is wait and speculate.
Thanks for reading my random thoughts!
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Overhaul and Foresight Quirk Marriage?
New Quirk Name: Probable
This Emitter type Quirk allows the user to change their irises to a set of percentiles. This lets the user rapidly break down the probabilities of the various actions around them relative to their own actions and abilities. The user can then mentally alter these and then act upon them, effectively letting them shift the odds in their favor. For example, if someone pointed a gun at the user, the user could lower the chance of the bullet hitting them, causing them to move their body in such a way to dodge it or throw something to make them miss. The user can apply this to see numbers around other people, though they will need to act on them to see any kind of real change. This gives the user an immensely powerful ability, able to see and rearrange the chances around them to make a future that suits them. They can dodge around enemy attacks, formulate plans on the fly, manipulate how people act by saying certain things, beat people up way outside their weight class, or just make a killing with gambling. This Quirk is painful for the user, both physically and mentally, making it straining to use it too often. While the user can change the odds, they cannot fully alter them or do something impossible. So if someone has the user dead to rights, they cannot change the numbers far enough for it to matter. This only works in the short term.
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