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ael-draw · 28 days

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My offer of the day is an Aizawa!Hauru with little Eri!Marco (and Sophie the sleeping bag) 🤲

I don't know if any of you needed this, but I'm really satisfied with it 💃

I'm thinking about making some merch one day, and that will definitely end in a print ✨

[Pls, do not repost this on other platform ;;]

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angryrantsofdomesticity · 8 months

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Mic & Aizawa take Eri Horse back riding:

Mic: Look at the 3 of us! 2 cowboys & our lil' cowgirl! Ridin' along into the sunset!

Mic: I'ma take a video! Everyone say 'YEE-HAW'!

Aizawa: I am NOT saying that!

Eri: I'm havin' a good time! Y'HAW Y'HAW!

Aizawa:...*suppressing tears* YEEEEEHAWWW!

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f1ght-or-flight · 2 years

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Shinsou, in a high voice, holding Barbie: hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Deku, in a deep voice, holding Ken: nonsense Barbie. You're staying home and having my kids

Aizawa: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Shinsou still holding the Barbie: playing systematic oppression

#my hero acedamia #izuku midoriya #hitoshi shinsou #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #bnha #boku no academia #incorrect quotes #funny jokes #dadzawa #eraserdad #shindeku #shouta aizawa #vigilante izuku #vigilante shinsou

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 1 year

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I fully believe that Aizawa has stormed into the teachers lounge muttering obscenities and everyone in the room immediately just goes, “oh fuck, what happened with Midoriya now?!”

Students in other classes have a game. Whenever within proximity of Aizawa, they start talking about the problem child himself and see how many times Aizawa’s eye twitches. It’s even better if he interjects himself into the conversation. The first time it happened, no one expected it. A group of third years were just hanging out when they see Aizawa.

Ah, the perfect time. He’d just come out of training with the hell class.

They start talking about midoriya’s little. Solo mission that he had decided to take a while ago.

Literally all it takes.

Aizawa is there in an instant talking about hoe reckless that kid is and how he’s going to get, not only himself killed, but how Aizawa himself is going to pass out from the stress of having to care for his problem child.

It’s terrifying

It’s the most emotion any of the students had ever seen coming from Eraserhead, the infamous asshole of UA.

The most surprising part? Aizawa is also talking about how proud he is of that dumbass and how he’s already a great hero, just wait until he graduates

Mina gets a video of it, because of course she does, and shows it to izuku later. We already know that he cries.

GUYS, HE’S NOT USED TO ANYONE, LET ALONE AN ADULT (aside from his mom), SHOWING THAT THEY CARE ABOUT HIM

#i want a fic about this #should I write it?#👀#i have to many WIPs #bnha #mha #dadzawa and his problem child #dadzawa #midoriya izuku protection squad #izuku problem child midoriya #izuku the cryptid #eraserdad #Eraserhead #aizawa shouta #midoriya izuku

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gracelyn33 · 2 years

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“It’s been a long time since I’ve hit a child”

So this actually came from something my manager said to me that I added to my quote book.

And I thought it was funny, which is like the motivation behind 99% of everything that I do-

Hope you like my art :P Have a good day :))

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Can we get some erasermic helping a student with sensory overload (and unhealthy stimming) xoxoxo

EEEEE PLS THIS REQUEST>>>😩

Masterlist<3

Warning: mentions of harmful and unhealthy stimming, hitting, pulling hair...

Erasermic x Student!Reader (Platonic) - Stimming

The silence of the classroom is cut through with the anxious whimpers of a lone student, sat in the furthest corner of the room with their head in their hands while they rock back and forth, finding some sort of comfort in the way that their eyes are pressed firmly to their kneecaps.

Lunch had only just started and you had started to get very irritable, rubbing your ear harshly at every loud noise and holding back an angry growl every time someone brushes against you. Eventually you're forced to flee the overbearingly crowded hall when the sound of people smacking their lips and chewing loudly grates at your nerves a little too deep.

Too much. It was all too much, and as you rush through the hallway with tears in your eyes, hands frantically pulling at your now tangled hair and smacking your skull. It was just so noisy and obnoxious and the lights were too bright and the smell was too overwhelming.

Images flash in your head of people's digusting, unwashed teeth chewing loudly with their mouths open, revealing mashed up food inside and you cringe, fighting the urge to throw up. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, smacking your head loudly as you grow more and more agitated, your knees shaking and knocking together.

You're so preoccupied with your sensory overload induced panic attack that you don't even notice when Aizawa sensei walks in, having suspected that something like this woould be happening.

He had noticed how restless and anxious you seemed during the lessons and was going to hold you back at the end of class to talk about it, but you were out of the room faster than anyone else was and he was busy dealing with verbally disciplining Mineta for being a creep. He tried to find you at lunch too, only to bump into a few stunned classmates just moments after you had suddenly barreled off.

It was then that he'd started to worry since, according to your classmates, you looked quite upset. So the only reasonable cause of action was to find you and figure out what the trigger was for your episode.

Queue your teacher coming into the room and letting out a soft sigh before sending a message to Present Mic. He had always been better in these situations, he could provide empathy and comfort where Aizawa was sure he could not, and he understood these things best. His attention is drawn back to you though, when he hears you smacking and scratching yourself and pulling at your hair.

His lips part in shock and surprise as he sees this display, though he quickly gets to work on intercepting your next hit with his hand while setting the other on your shoulder, giving you a look of concern.

"Come on now, stop that... You're stimming right? Sensory overload? Focus on me, now. Everything's fine. Rub your hands together, it'll help..."

He speaks quietly, knowing that being rough or deadpann won't help in this kind of situation. But as your eyes shift to glance up at his and then quickly avoid them, he knows he's succeeded in distracting you enough from whatever your trigger was. Your attention is pulled from your panic and you feel more disorientated now than ever, but at least you're not harming yourself anymore, soft palms slowly starting to rub together as you focus on the texture and the feeling of your veins bulging through the skin or the softness of the back of your hand compared to your palm.

Once Mic finally arrives, you've mostly calmed down, now just a little embarrassed to have been caught during one of your meltdowns. Neither Aizawa Sensei or Present Mic will hear it from you though, the blonde loudly fawning over you and giving you some words of praise as well as Aizawa for being "less emotionally constipated" and actually helping you.

From then on you get to talk to the both of them much more about your habits and what's troubling you. Mic teaches you all about stimming and how to do it safely, along with other healthy habits to pick up, and when you feel especially agitated or close to a sensory overload, you have special permission to stay in the classroom or even the break room with them when you're lucky, just to wind down and feel better.

Neither of them mind of course, and sometimes you're joined by an agitated Bakugou when he's feeling especially explosive that day, and if the two of you bond just a little while you're there, he's forbidden you from talking about it.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #mha #aizawa x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha #dadzawa #bakugou katsuki #aizawa headcanons #erasermic #eraserdad #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha imagines #mha imagines

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biblixsmia · 2 years

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he’s their dad now, he adopted them

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#shouta aizawa #enji todoroki #eraserhead #endeavor #dadzawa #eraserdad #boku no hero academia #bnha #my hero academia #mha #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #bib’s stuff

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ael-draw · 2 months

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DON'T READ THIS POST IF YOU DIDN'T READ THE LAST CHAPTER!!

So, I've seen the scene with Aizawa and Eri and.... I'm sorry, He's so f*cling cute trying to confort her.... 😭😭 BUT WHERE DID HE THINK IT WAS A GOOD LIE FOR A CHILD??? 💀💀

IT'S NOT BETTER, AIZAWA- 💀💀💀

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angryrantsofdomesticity · 2 years

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DKGBDKHJ Deku mirroring Aizawa!! This boy really went and became an amalgamation of everyone he loves!!!

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f1ght-or-flight · 2 years

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Izuku: this food is to hot, I can’t eat it

Aizawa:

Hizashi:

Eri:

Hitoshi: *smirks*

Hitoshi: you’re hot and I still eat you

Shouta slamming his hands on the table: ONE DINNER! ONE DINNER WITHOUT YOU TWO FILRTING IS ALL I ASK.

Izuku: … no but seriously, who made this? Not even Kachaan makes his food this hot.

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no academia #boku no hero academia #erasermic #izuku mydoria #hitoshi shinsou #shouta aizawa #yamada hizashi #shindeku #incorrect qoutes #mha incorrect quotes #eri mha #eraserdad #present mic #dadzawa #dad mic

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quirkless-accident · 1 year

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A Push Down Memory Lane

Was going through the drafts when I found this prompt so have fun ig Lots of angst

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Danny groans as he wakes up, noting the massive headache he's got. He slowly sits up, dimly aware of the friends he's with. Everywhere around him is pitch black, but he cans till see his friends and teacher perfectly fine.

"Where are we?" Iida asks.

"I was in the snack aisle when we got hit by whatever the fuck took us here," Danny answers with a shrug. Because apparently they couldn't even do a simply grocery run anymore.

"Is everyone here?" Aizawa asks them, doing a quick headcount. It had just been Danny, Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya who had been tasked with grocery shopping this week, with Aizawa as their escort.

"What's that?" Midoriya asks. They all turn to him, and see that he's pointing off in the distance. They follow his gaze.

A long ways away is a small, square pinprick of light, and as the more they look at it, the closer it gets.

"What is that?" Todoroki asks as he gets to his feet. He gives Danny a hand, and they both crouch down into battle stances as the light gets closer.

And...Maybe it's Danny's headache, or maybe it's whatever weird world they're in, but Danny can tell as the light gets closer that it's just...Static. There's nothing there. It seems harmless, but Danny doesn't let his guard down.

When it gets close enough to them, larger than any one of them and thrice as wide, it stops. The static cuts out, and a stage appears.

"I bet you're asking yourselves where you are and what this all is," a voice off camera, for lack of a better phrase, tells them. "Why, you've been kidnapped! And the only way out is for you all to relive your worst memories! A bit gruesome, I know, but nothing says "break them up" without some deep, dark secrets coming into play, am I right? Anyway, sit back, relax, and have an awful time!"

The screen cuts to black, and a moment later, it's lit up with white lights and the all too familiar monotonous beeping of a heart monitor.

It's from the person's point of view, so they can't see who it is, but it doesn't take much to figure it out when the camera pans over to the figure lying in the hospital bed.

Tensei Iida lies in the bed, beat up and unconscious. He's got several lacerations that are hidden behind bandages, and several wires coming from miscellaneous parts of his body, all hooked up to one machine or another. Even unconscious he looks like he's in the worst pain imaginable.

"Brother," Iida whispers, unable to take his eyes off of the screen. "This was the day-the day after the sports festival. What he looked like after surgery. We found out that he would never walk again. Never be a hero again."

Danny gently places a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. He remembers the aftermath of this particular event, as he had been there when they all fought Stain together. But this, the catalyst, was definitely worse than any wound Danny and his friends had suffered that night.

"I've always looked up to him," Iida tells them all with a shaky breath. "And I...I have a lot to live up to, carrying his name with me. It's a bit daunting, if I'm being honest."

"I can't even imagine," Danny tells him. "Fuck, we're all gonna need therapy after this."

"You're already in therapy," Aizawa tells him.

"Don't rub it in, please," Danny begs. Before Aizawa can respond, the screen cuts to black, and the stage comes back. Still, there's nobody there. Just a voice outside of the frame.

"Awe, poor little Iida brothers. How's it feel, knowing you'll never live up to the Ingenium name? How's it feel, knowing that you would have gladly murdered the Hero Killer for what he did to your brother? Not without lack of trying, though. Answer this: if your friends hadn't come to your aid, would you have done it? Chew on that while we move onto the next!"

The screen fades to black, and then to a bathroom mirror.

Todoroki is just a child, here. His eye is freshly bandaged, and the tears coming from his right side keep freezing.

He scowls at himself, before jumping off the stool, tucking ti away before he leaves. The hallway he's going down is long, or at least seems like that. he's stopped by his father, who, even at home has to flaunt his power with his flaming facial hair.

"Moronic woman," he hisses. "To hurt you at such an important time."

"Where did Mama go?" Young Shoto asks, not refusing to look up at his father.

"Huh? Oh, she hurt my masterpiece so I put her in a hospital to keep you safe."

"That was your fault," Shoto says, trembling with anger as he finally glares up at his father. "You're the one who made her hurt me."

Endeavour's face glares down at them, his gaze full of nothing but disdain before the screen cuts to black and back to the empty stage.

"It certainly show's how bad Endeavor must be as a father," the villain says. "Your mother pours scalding hot tea over your face and you blame him? I mean, he's terrible. I would too. But oh, poor baby Todoroki finding out he can't ever cry to his mommy for help ever again. How tough it must have been, growing up without her comfort."

Todoroki is shaking, being held in a tight hug by Midoriya, who's glaring up at the screen.

"Oh, fuck me," Danny says under his breath. Because he knows, he knows what his worst memory is. It also just so happens to be his biggest secret.

The screen changes again, from black to a blue, cloudy sky. Next to Danny, Aizawa tenses up, but then minutely relaxes when he realizes it's not his memory. It's Midoriya's.

All Might is there, in civilian clothes. He and Midoriya are on a roof, and All Might is walking away from him.

"I...I need to know," Midoriya says with shaky conviction, "Is it possible to become a hero even if I don't have a quirk?"

"What? Of course it is," Aizawa says, looking over to Midoriya. "But you-you have a quirk I don't understand. When was this?"

"I'm a normal kid without any powers," past Midoriya says, stopping All Might in his tracks. "Could I ever hope to be someone like you?"

"without a quirk?" All Might asks, looking over his shoulder at Midoriya.

They watch as All might doubles over in pain, smoke coming from his body. They watch as he turns into his smaller form, coughing up blood. They watch as he shows Midoriya the wound on his stomach, talking about the fear behind his smile and the pressures of being a hero.

"Pro heroes are always having to risk their lives," All might says. "Some villains just can't be beaten without powers. So can you be a hero?

"Not without a quirk."

Danny can't help the shout of anger directed at the screen as it cuts to an explosion off in the distance shortly after All Might leaves. He doesn't register the fact that Midoriya is similar to him. he can't process it, not properly when they're stuck here anyway.

"He crushed your dreams before leaving you on a rooftop?" Aizawa asks Midoriya, a terrifying calm quality to his voice. "When was this?"

"About ten months before the entrance exam," Midoriya answers quietly, not looking anybody in the eye.

"Oh, but in the end you did a quirk, didn't you?" The villain says. None of them noticed the screen change. "Hiding all of those scary unheroic emotions behind that fragile smile of yours. Do your peers know about your bullies? Your quirkless status up until All Might took pity on you? Well, lucky for you you're not the only one in this kind of situation. But I'm saving the best for last."

The screen opens up to another blue, cloudy day. Aizawa's capture scarf is tightening around a villain, five times the size of their teacher.

"Oboro!" Their teacher cries out, looing around the rubble. His arm is bleeding, but he doesn't have any more of his capture scarf to use to bind the wound. "Oboro, I did it! You were right, I did it!"

Aizawa looks around, but it's nothing but rubble. He stumbles, tripping over debris, before coming across a broken gourd.

"O...Oboro?"

The process after that is hard to watch. Aizawa is insisting that Oboro is alive, that he heard him cheering Aizawa on as he fought his first major villain.

He watches as they dig Oboro's body out of the rubble. A younger Present Mic is there too, and the cloudy day has turned into a full downpour but neither seem to notice.

The last thing they see before the screen goes away is Oboro's bloody body being zipped into a body bag.

"Holy shit," Danny says under his breath. He chances a glance at Aizawa, who hasn't torn his eyes away from the screen. His eyes are red, and Danny just knows that it's not from his quirk. His breaths are shaky, and it's unnerving for them all to see their stoic teacher so thrown off.

"How's it feel to know you're a failure?" The villain taunts. "That's why you became a teacher, isn't it? You haven't lost a kid yet, sure, but you know deep down that you will. In fact, you've come pretty close with this fresh batch of first years several times! I can't wait to see the look on your face when one of them finally kicks it before their debut! Anyway, on to the grand finale!"

The screen changes, and even though Danny knew it was coming, his blood still runs cold.

"Oh god, oh fuck," Danny says, unable to stop the shaking in his hands.

"Here, put this on," Sam says, handing him a white hazmat suit.

"I know basic lab safety, Sam," Past Danny says.

"Not street safety, though," Tucker cuts in, earning himself an elbow from Sam.

"Do not blame Danny for those quirkist dickfucks," Sam snarls. "It's not Danny's fault he's quirkless. And it's not his fault the teacher's don't do anything about it."

"Guys, cut it out," Danny says with a tired sigh. "It's fine. I'm fine. Now, you got the camera ready?"

Sam gives him a thumbs up, and Danny takes in a deep breath before stepping into the portal.

If your parents find out you're totally dead, dude," Tucker says as he snaps a couple of phots on his own phone.

"Well, it's a good thing they won't find out-fuck-!"

Danny remembers it all like it was yesterday. He watches as he trips, and even though it's just his memory playing, he can still feel the press of the button beneath his palm as he catches himself on the wall. He remembers the split second in between catching himself and the ectoplasmic electricity, where he was frozen with fear. The smell of the ozone, the taste of his burning tongue, the smell of his roasting flesh.

His scream here, as he's dying, is the same sound that comes out when he uses his Wail.

The screen goes black for a second before coming to life again, with Sam and Tucker leaning over him. Off to the side, the portal is alive and thrumming with power. Sam shows him his reflection, foreign to him at the time. The white hair and green eyes had scared him. Had terrified him because as much as he didn't want to admit it at the time, he had known exactly what was going to happen in that split second before the lightning struck. In that second he was frozen.

"Did you...Are you...?" Aizawa asks, unable to force himself to ask his full question. But Danny barely registers his voice as the screen goes blank, and back to the stage that finally has someone on it.

"Oh, I knew that one was going to be sweet and juicy! The backstory! The lore! The death! Just the story of a creepy little boy with creepy little powers, unable to fit into the world of the living or the world of the dead. Quite a conundrum indeed. And now that all your friends know, what will you do?"

"Kick your fucking ass!" Midoriya shouts. There are tears streaming down his face, but they're all more taken aback by Midoriya's cursing.

"If you can catch me, that is!"

Without warning, everything around them turns to white. Danny slams his eyes shut, his eyes burning with the sudden onslaught, and he feels that all too familiar jackhammer in his brain. When the light goes back to normal, he opens up his eyes and looks around.

They're on the stage that had been on the screen. It's small and rundown, abandoned. The villain is nowhere to be seen.

They had been grocery shopping before this, but none of them have the appetite or the mental energy to try and go back.

"You...You're like me," Midoriya says, looking to Danny. "Well-not exactly, I guess but...Similar enough..."

"Should have been obvious from the way you used your quirk at the beginning of the year," Danny answers with a shaky breath, trying to shake off the memory of dying.

"Sensei, how old were you when your memory happened?" Todoroki asked in a quiet voice.

Mr. Aizawa lets out a heavy sigh. "Sixteen. We were best friends, and we were doing our work study together. He sacrificed his life saving a bunch of school children. But don't let my memories distract from yours, Todoroki. We will be talking about this, as well as you becoming a ward of U.A. I'm not going to let your ass of a father around you ever again."

"I would...I would appreciate that."

"And you," Aizawa turns to Danny. "We'll be talking about that. not today, but soon."

"Yeah," Danny says with a sigh. "Yeah, okay. Just as long as I get to shove my foot up All Might's ass. Out here giving out haunted quirks to quirkless kids after crushing their dreams."

"What do you mean haunted?" Iida asks.

"Whenever Midoriya uses a lot of power there are some Shades that hang out. Eight of them, if I counted correctly."

"You were right, Danny," Todoroki says, looking between them all. "We are going to need therapy."

And despite everything that's just happened, Danny manages to bark out a laugh. It's short but genuine, and he knocks his shoulder into Todoroki's for the trouble.

It was a rough day, and they've still got to hunt down the villain that did this to them, but at the end of the day, the dude was wrong. He had predicted that these bad memories and whatever secrets they may hold would tear them apart. In fact, it did the opposite.

Danny feels closer to his friends than he ever has, and he has a new perspective as to why Aizawa is such a hardass when it comes to their training and wellbeing. He appreciates it more than words can describe.

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When they get back to the dorm, the pile in Danny's room since he's got the most space. They hang out and watch silly rom-coms until they one by one fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.

And if Aizawa gives them all the day off from school, well, that's nobody's business but theirs.