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aashi-heartfilia · 6 months

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About the unfairness of Volume Covers.

Ngl, I was so optimistic. All other final arc covers have been absolute bangers! Look at the Deku-Shigaraki one, or the BkDk one, they're sooo good! Plus, if we had, DkSk, DabiShouto, then why didn't we get a TogaChako? Like seriously? Was Toga that important that they decided to give her a solo cover when it could easily have been a TogaChako battle cover just to complete the Trilogy? Heck, this could have been a battle cover and no one would have a single complaint....

Why is that, when it comes to Volume covers, Ochako gets the most shit treatment? Like she could have easily been a part of a lot of covers, and she could easily have gotten at least one solo Volume Cover but nope! 400+ chapters and not a single Ochako dedicated cover making her the only MC in MHA to not have a single volume cover.

Heck, even Toga, her antagonist got one but not Ochako.

Heck, even Star and Stripes got one but not our main female lead.

Heck, even Lady Nagant got one but not Ochako.

What's worse is that it's not even bad contextually but it's just soo random that it feels like a total disrespect to the amazing TogaChako arc that this volume covered.

When, I saw the TogaChako colour page, I knew we weren't getting a TogaChako battle cover, plus it also had the Todoroki family drama, and Todoroki is Hori's favourite, so he had to be included somehow, despite already getting his cover in vol 36. But seriously this is so unfair.

If we count it chapter by chapter, TogaChako arc covers 5 CHAPTERS, i.e. 391 to ch 395 making it the CENTRAL arc for volume 39!! And not only that, her Quirk Awakening happened in this Volume!! She literally saved everyone's ass in the GUNGA battlefield!! (Yeah, she did that, it's not even an argument)

When Bakugo got an awakening, he got a solo cover. When Todoroki got an origins chapter, he got a solo cover. Then why not Ochako? The main trio literally appears in almost every other cover, then why not the same respect be extended to the main female lead?

Why is the unjust only to Ochako. It's not even the first time, this is happening. It happened in vol 22 too, when she saved Deku from BlackWhip in season 5 and Everyone was on cover, excluding her.

Why? Because after the layout, Hori decided it looks better without her. What a shame.

Her own solo cover, is way overdue and what's worse is that since the series is on the verge of end, we will NEVER get a solo cover for her. All hope is lost.

And that's sad because Ochako is such a good character! And when people like SnS, Lady Nagant and even Mirio get a solo cover, then why not her?

I wasn't this angry with vol 33, because the art was phenomenal...Ochako was looking absolutely stunning!! The tears in her eyes, and the microphone in hands were the absolute highlight of that cover but this?

They have some weird flag in the bg, they're sitting on that golden throne that is supposed to represent Mech AM or something....plus unlike Izuku-Chako-Iida, these three people have NEVER had a single interaction in the entire manga!! Vol 33 was about a young hero who has been overburdened with responsibility and his two best friends fighting the world to save him but vol 39?

It's meh.

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yugiohz · 7 months

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not only does everyone have their own room but when they show the dorm layout in the manga there’s a bunch of empty floors like the whole class could’ve fit on two floors — p sure UA is a money laundering front/tax scam

bnha town is using their working class citizen’s taxes to fund UA’s absurdly luxurious standard this is why we should all support shigaraki’s dream to bomb the whole city 🎤👵🏻💗

#I THINK ABOUT THIS SO MUCH #SAME WITH YUGIOH’S DUEL ACADEMY #WHO IS FUNDING THESE SCHOOLS #THESE PUBLIC SCHOOLS #WHICH SECTOR IS UNDERFUNDED BECAUSE OF THESE HIGHLY SPECIFIC VOCATIONAL SCHOOLS #soooo crazy…#asks

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cupidcreates · 2 years

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What Lies Below

My Hero Academia Fic

Pairings: Reader x Various Yanderes

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Rody Soul, Tenya Iida, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tokoyami Fumikage, Hitoshi Shinsou, Tamaki Amajiki, Mirio Togata, Shouta Aizawa, Keigo Takami, Touya Todoroki, Tomura Shigaraki

Genre: Mystery, Horror, Yandere, Creature Feature, Alternate Universe, Modern AU, Quirked AU, Reader Insert

Rating: 18+

Tags:Race Ambiguous Reader, Gender Ambiguous Reader, Reader They/Them Pronouns, Horror Themes, Sexual Themes, Kinks TBA

Summary: Y/n has been working at the Musutafu Facility for Anomalies for seven years now and though they never amounted to more than a desk jockey in that time they’ve been able to gain in-depth knowledge of the facility layout. There is something going on deep within the bowels of this place, something that Y/n is sure precipitated their grandmother's disappearance decades ago. They’re going to find out what it is. They’ve got a month to explore the facility while it’s evacuated and “under construction”, and they intend to leave no stone unturned, no area unsearched, and no truth uncovered…much to the delight of the creatures within that have developed a particular fondness for Y/n….

Status: Upcoming

Updates: TBD

Notes: All Characters 18+, Yandere Characters displaying Obsessive and Toxic Behavior, Specific Creatures TBA

Masterlist

Chapters/Taglist Below (Not yet filled out, Still WIP)

Chapter one

Taglist! :D

@smileybokuto @furfoxsake22 @iambashfulperson @sailorcorgis @barnesparkers @fucktheworlddude @andrastesbeard @chaosatmidnight @thepuckishrogue @black-rose-29 @loveinhaikyuu @katsumi-sumi @rvgrsbrns @andrastesbeard @fantasyismyreality @kara062284-blog @ofinkandpaper @askingdaniella-blog @sparklylanddetective @sunnywonki @riderpurplefox4221

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mika-writes-fanfics · 1 year

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Healing Touch

Dabi x Fem!Reader fan fiction

Synopsis: You encounter an injured Shigaraki and offer your healing quirk to his aid. Little did you know, healers were hard to come by in the underground and Shigaraki takes a liking to your skills. To further his cause, he kidnaps you and holds you captive under the watch of the LOV. You play the role of the LOV's little healer while you think of a way to escape. Unbeknownst to you, the pyromaniac with a cold heart begins to melt in your presence. Your compassion and wit draw him in, all the while he swears it's only curiosity he feels toward you. But when your touch heals his burns and your personality soothes his anguish, Dabi begins to wonder, what exactly is he feeling for you? And why the hell does he feel so torn up when you slip away?

Author's Note: I have no idea what the full layout of the original LOV bar/base was, but the Bakugo kidnapping episode showed that they keep the Nomu somewhere in the base. The AFO and All Might fight makes the building seem bigger as well. Idk, if I was a villain, I’d keep my monsters and dying mentor (AFO) behind a security door, so that nobody can snoop around. So that’s what I’m going with (also no windows because plot).

Warnings/Tags: Stockholm syndrome, eventual smut, kidnapping, female/afab reader, healing quirk

Abbreviation Guide: Y/N (your name), E/C (eye color), H/L (hair length), F/C (favorite color), S/T (skin tone or color)

Word Count: 2K

Chapter Two: Normalcy

It’s been two weeks since your arrival at the LOV base. You hate to admit that you’re acclimating, as the rebellious and angered side of you sees this as giving up. To quell that rage in you, you remind yourself that you haven’t fully accepted the role thrust upon you. You’re just playing along. Somehow, you know you’ll escape. They can’t watch you forever, one of these days they’ll slip up.

You’ve been taking this time to observe your surroundings and familiarize yourself with everyone’s patterns. If you’re lucky, maybe your watchful eyes will catch a slip in the chain. You’ve observed that some of the members stay at the base full-time, while others trickle in as need be. Toga, Tomura, Twice, and Dabi stay on site, except for missions and personal errands. Kurogiri is practically a piece of furniture in the base, seldom leaving and always attending to either Shigaraki or the bar.

Everyone keeps a close eye on you, particularly Toga and Twice. Toga is much more “hands-on” with her approach, choosing to follow you and pester you, with either affection or questions, wherever you wander. She frequently asks you about crushes, relationships, and blood. You want to think of her as a little sister given her age and her adoration for you, but the danger and bloodlust that lurks in her eyes make you wary of letting your guard down. Toga’s persistence is a significant roadblock in fabricating an escape plan for you.

What you have noticed while under Toga’s gaze is that there’s an entire wing of the building you have not seen. Sometimes, you’ll see Tomura disappear through a set of doors guarded by a passcode. You think you’ve seen glimpses of light coming through a window when Tomura goes through and the doors are briefly open before shutting once more. It’s hard to know for sure, it’s not like you could get through without a code anyways. Something tells you that you don’t want to know what’s through those doors, though. The wing has a strange smell, reminiscent of a hospital.

Trying to break into the unknown wing seems like a bad idea, but there’s nowhere else you can escape from. You haven’t been able to locate a window that isn’t inaccessible or barred, nor have you been able to find an exit that is unlocked. However, even if you did find either of those things, the constant surveillance by the others makes it nearly impossible to escape. You reason your best bet is still to bide your time. Thankfully, it’s not too tortuous to go along with everything. You mostly find yourself bored or annoyed.

You’ve been occupying most of your mind lately by observing everyone. You need to predict the villains if you still hope to escape. Of course, that’s easier said than done for some members. Toga, Twice, Shigaraki, and Kurogiri speak their minds freely, so it’s easier to understand them. Mr.Compress is slightly on the reserved side and seems to be a bit of a strategist, but what makes him easier to analyze is his lack of impulses and instability. Dabi, on the other hand, is a complete wild card to you. He’s somewhat quiet, but when he does decide to speak, his words are ladened with sarcasm or insults. Dabi is by far the most frequently injured out of all of them, yet he barely shows any signs of pain. It surprised you that despite his wounds, he hadn’t approached you yet. He just regarded you with lazy eyes, gazing at you silently. He seemed distant from the other members, often choosing to wander the streets in search of new recruits instead. You guess that he is neither very convincing nor friendly given the state of his body after his outings. He smelled of ash each time. Regardless of his quirk’s effects on him, Dabi continued to use it anyways. You reason that continuously burning yourself takes a considerable amount of dedication and tolerance to pain. He’s driven, for sure, but to what?

It’s an interesting question, but you’re pulled out of your thoughts before you can mull it over. The bar door clicks, the telltale sound of the lock turning. Through the door comes Dabi, and along with him is the smell of ash. He’s quiet, but so is the bar. Wait, how long has it been quiet? You realize that it’s just you and him in the bar. You would silently curse yourself for letting the opportunity escape you, but you’re thankful you were distracted. Nothing good would come to you, had you seized the moment and attempted to bolt. With Dabi being just outside the door, you were saved by your thoughts.

He seems to sense your staring, as his eyes meet yours. You try to suppress the way you feel when his intense gaze bores into you. There’s a glint of surprise in his eyes. “‘M surprised they left you down here alone. Unless… were you cooking up an escape plan?” He interrogates.

“I guess even wardens need breaks. Not like I could go anywhere though, the doors are locked,” you admit. You rest your face in your palm and entertain yourself by tracing your fingers around the rim of a glass left on the bar top. “Besides, you’re here now. Your quirk has range over me.”

Your words take him a bit by surprise. You’re smarter than he initially gave you credit for, not that he thought you were stupid before. It’s just that he only really saw the feistier side of you. With how you barked back at Tomura, he thought you’d be the type to make rash choices. Instead, he’s having a hard time predicting you. The things you say and do surprise him. While Toga and Twice crowd around you, he observes you from a distance. He convinces himself it’s necessary to figure you out.

You feel him staring at you again. He seems lost in thought. His staring makes you uneasy and the silence feels strange. You decide to joke around with him, to see if it lightens up the mood or if it creates more tension. Seeing his reactions could lead you to predict him more accurately in the future. “I know it’s called head-hunting but something tells me you’re taking that expression too literally,” you comment, referencing his habit of coming back with burned hands.

“Oh yeah? What’s got you thinking that?” He banters back.

You shoot him a sly smile, “Just noticed your recruitment process involves a lot of fresh burns, is all.” Usually, Dabi would have killed people for less, joke or not. For some reason, it’s different with you. Perhaps it’s because even with your situation as a captive, you still don’t seem fearful of him. He wants to test that.

“Hazards of the job I guess,” he shrugs. You only hum in acknowledgment. “Mind taking care of them for me?” Your eyebrows shoot up a bit at his question. The tables have turned and now it’s your turn to be surprised.

“Yeah, I can do that,” you comply. You slide off the barstool and approach him. “Do you have any other injuries besides the burns?”

“Might be a staple or two loose,” he mentioned.

“Tomura gave me a first aid kit and medical supplies, I think there are medical staples too. They’re in my room. Do you want me to lug all that down here or…” You say, trailing off at the end in a question.

“There’s no point, it’ll be quick,” he declines. He gestures to you and the stairs. “Lead the way.”

You nod. His thick boots make distinctive footfalls while walking behind you. You try to memorize the way they sound, in case it becomes important later. Your attention is focused on his steps, so the two of you arrive at your door in silence. You open the door and cross the threshold of the doorway. He hovers at the entrance. He realizes this is the first time he’s really been in a girl’s room before, but he’s totally not the slightest bit antsy about it. He didn’t even enter your room when he first questioned you about your quirk. Now that all of your things are unpacked, it just feels so much more… Intimate?

“I don’t have much in the seating department so just sit on the bed or something,” you instruct. Your back is to him as you gather the supplies together. He tentatively enters and sits on the made bed. The mattress creaks, the sound partially muffled under the thick comforter. He’s not sure what to do with his hands, so he makes himself look busy by fiddling with the staples. You must have found everything you needed as he notices you setting down a box of first aid supplies next to him. You stand in front of him and reach for his hands. Your touch is soft and gentle as you observe his injuries. It throws him off, honestly. You’re aware of his disastrous quirk and you have an idea of what he does, yet your touch makes him feel like he’s made of glass. He expected you to be rough with him, taking out your anger at your circumstances onto him. After all, you’d still be getting the job done, just in a spiteful way. What’s stopping you from doing so? Is it fear that’s making you gentle on him?

You start cleaning his burns and his loose staples, carefully gliding a wet cotton ball over the area. For good measure, you wipe down the skin of your hands with an alcohol swab. Your quirk doesn’t do much against infection after all. Finding out how Tomura would react, should something like that happen on your watch, doesn’t sound appealing either. You whisper out a ‘sorry’ after you fix the loose staples. It looks like it should hurt, but Dabi doesn’t react much. You figure he must have a high pain tolerance.

You clasp your hands around one of his. Your skin glows and becomes icy once you activate your quirk. The coolness of your skin should be relieving, but he can’t seem to enjoy it. The question is nagging him. Fuck it, he decides he can just ask you directly. “Are you afraid of me?” You tear your attention away from his hands. Your e/c eyes meet his. There’s a look of confusion in them, as to you, this question comes from nowhere.

“No..?” You answer. Your voice is a bit wobbly with suspicion. “Why? Are you going to give me a reason to be?”

He’s dumbfounded by you. If you weren’t afraid of him, you had to be either stupid or crazy. It has to be the latter, because why else would you be treating him gently? “Did Tomura pick you up at an insane asylum?”

“Did I look like I was wearing a straight jacket when he brought me here? What gives with these questions anyways?”

“You’ve gotta be crazy or stupid to not be afraid of villains like us.”

“So that’s what this is about? You’re upset that I’m not scared of you?”

“I’m not upset. It’s just weird.”

“Okay look, Tomura wants my quirk and my compliance, I want to live. The way I see it, no harm’s gonna come to me so long as I heal you guys. That’s why I’m not wallowing in fear,” you defend. “Is thinking that really so crazy?”

He contemplates your words and you switch off to heal his other hand. “One look is all it takes for normal people to fear me,” he says. You can’t tell if he’s hurt by this, or proud of it.

“Well, your appearance doesn’t scare me,” you admit. There’s a faraway look in his eyes.

“That’s why you aren’t normal.”

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pfpanimes · 1 year

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writersmorgue · 1 year

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Day 14 - captivity

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word count: 1298

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Shouta watches as Hizashi backs away from him with tears in his eyes, and he wishes he could take it all back.

“You need to get your shit together, Shouta. I can’t even look at you right now.” Hizashi’s voice cracks, and he finally turns to exit the staff break room, furiously scrubbing his eyes.

Nemuri hums from beside him, “Yeah, I’m with him, Sho, you’ve been a fucking mess since the raid on Friday. I think you should go back to your therapist.” She pats him on the shoulder, not unkindly, but missing the usual warmth she exudes, “Give him space, yeah?”

And then he’s alone.

His eyes roll, and he moves to sit back down in his chair.

“Fucking idiots,” His voice echoes in the silent room, grading to his ears.

Yeah, the raid. He hasn’t felt right since then, either. Saying things he doesn’t believe, hurting his friends, hurting Hizashi.

There has to be someone interfering, and the unprompted speaking and crude outbursts serve to further his theory.

His body has been in a constant state of pins and needles for three days. He feels like a puppet with invisible strings.

“What do you think, Eraserhead, should we hit him harder or apologize?” His mouth asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Who are you? He tries to ask. What do you want?

Whoever it is must not be able to read his mind, at least there’s that.

His legs carry him to the staff bathroom, and he locks the door before heading to the mirror over the sink.

Shouta stares at his face, unable to look elsewhere in the room.

“Wow, you need a nap, dude.” His mouth voices, eyebrows scrunching together, as his hand comes up to brush his eyebags. “This is honestly pitiful, I don’t know why Shigaraki has such a thing for you.”

Shouta very nearly vomits trying to process that information.

Okay, there’s a league member infiltrating UA, they don’t know what his goal is, and he’s buddy-buddy with Shigaraki.

But Shouta can’t tell anyone.

Godsdamn shit ass mother fucker.

He smiles to himself in the mirror, teeth on full display, sharp canines adding to the unsettling effect. Yeah, this is why he doesn’t fucking smile.

The villain nods in approval, poking his teeth, “Not bad, not bad.” He hums, running a palm over his scruff idly.

He examines Shouta’s clothes, unwinding the capture scarf and setting it down in the sink.

Shouta’s forehead is glistening in the light, hair flattened down with sweat. Maybe a side effect of sharing his body with someone else. The feeling of overheating is muted, but he’s sure the other feels it heavily.

The villain pulls his long-sleeved shirt over his head, leaving the loose black tank Shouta usually keeps on for bed. His shoulder muscles tense with the motions, his own eyes drawn to the movement.

Oh great, the bastard checking him out. If someone walks in right now he thinks he’ll die.

He continues down, patting his pockets for shit. He feels around, his hand landing on the switchblade he keeps hidden, and the small bottle of eye drops.

The school bell chimes, signaling the end of the lunch break. “Oh! Looks like we have class now. Let’s go meet our children, shall we?”

At least get my damn capture weapon.

Shouta steps away from the mirror, swiveling to the door and smacking it open with a bang, startling some last-minute stragglers who’d been chatting outside.

His body walks towards the hall of classrooms, obviously unfamiliar with the layout. They peek in every room along the way, probably looking for one of the kids they’ve seen on TV from the sports festival.

Finally, their eyes lock on Mina’s pink skin, and they enter the classroom with confidence.

Shouji gives him a strange look as he enters. The kid has always been perceptive, he has probably picked up on his change in demeanor.

“Aizawa-sensei, you’re late,” Iida observes, looking back and forth between the clock and his teacher, looking unsure.

Shouta huffs, “And you’ve got a stick in your ass, Ingenium Junior.”

Who talks to their students like that?!

“Wh- Sensei!” Uraraka squawks, gripping Iida’s shoulders.

The kid himself frowns, not looking too put off by the statement, but wary.

“Alright,” Shouta starts, “I don’t have shit planned for today, so we’re just gonna sit here like a bunch of idiots. Which one of you can lend me 4000 Yen?”

Momo raises he hand and Shouta’s hand waves her on, “Um, is it for… hero work?”

Shouta scoffs, “What? No, I’m just fucking hungry.”

Bakugo huffs in his chair, slumping, “Fucking hypocrite.”

Shouta frowns, flicking a pen at his student, “Loser. Go suck a dick you little shit.”

The boy gapes at him, looking around the classroom to confirm what he just heard.

Midoriya is vibrating in his seat, a mix of nervous and angry energy emanating from him, “Sensei, are you feeling okay?”

Shouta glares at him, “Yes, I’m fine you quirkless pest.” Quirkless? What the fuck?!

Midoriya pales, Black Whip activating out of instinct and flicking towards Shouta’s body, stopping three or so inches from his neck.

Shouta’s quirk activates without his permission, eyes lacking their usual burn.

“Sensei, what the fuck?” Shinsou stands from his desk, pushing his chair back.

Yes please brainwash him and end this goddamnit.

“Is that how you brats talk to your teacher?”

“Tell us what you did with Aizawa-sensei,” Hitoshi demands.

Shouta has hope for all of two seconds before he realizes that he is feeling the effects of Shinsou’s quirk. Which means-

“Oh did you use your quirk? I guess the jig is up then.” The villain says, “Interesting, I bet it did work on him though, too bad I can’t hear what he’s saying.”

“That means this is Sensei’s body, since his voice did answer and the quirk didn’t work…” Midoriya mutters, squinting at the floor.

“Yeah, which means when I do this, you should panic!” He slips his hand into his pocket, whipping the knife out at lightning speed and flipping it out, holding it to Shouta’s throat. “If I die I go back to my body, but little Eraser here gets it.”

Momo gasps, moving forward instinctually.

“Ah!” The knife moves slightly to the side, and a dull sting erupts along his jugular, “No moving, brats! I’m going to need the green one to come with me.”

He snaps his finger and a gust of wind blows from behind him.

“Shit, the league!” Kaminari shouts, pointing unhelpfully to where Shouta cannot see.

Ah, so Kurogiri’s portal then. Awesome.

Midoriya holds up a shaking hand, nodding, “Alright, I’ll come, just don’t hurt him anymore.”

The boy walks up to the portal, sighing when Shouta gestures for him to walk in first.

He looks behind him briefly, taking a good look at his classmates, before stepping through, disappearing into the abyss.

Shouta turns back to the room, smiling as the knife lowers slightly, “Alright, thanks for your help. Don’t follow!” He chimes, before moving his arm to the left and dragging it across his throat in one fluid motion, then plunging the five-inch blade into the center of his chest.

Shouta feels the villain’s presence leave him, exiting his back like a ghost.

He gasps in pain, falling to his knees and watching out of the corner of his eye as the portal closes. The sound of blood dripping onto the floor is the only thing permeating the silence until the kids finally process what has happened.

He falls onto his back and someone shouts. They crowd around him, Momo putting pressure on his neck and Iida calling for help in the background.

They’re the last thing he sees before he passes out.

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aquariium-ediits · 1 year

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why are layouts so time-consuming to make

#mioara rambles✦#i think they're on my list of things i do #but if they arent there's a reason i havent added them #im trying to make discord layouts w shigaraki and just.. blue themes #for myself but also to share bc i feel bad about not posting for a long time #and i finished the set of headers #but aaaa now i need to do the icons #wish me luck :'D #i have such a love-hate relationship with layouts #especially tumblr ones fjjdjfjdhdgshdh #becayse like yippee layouts yay they're cool #but also AUGHGHH SO MUCH TIMEEE

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touyyes · 2 years

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˖⋆࿐໋₊𝐀𝐁𝑶𝑼𝐓 𝐌𝐄

#TOJI : "sorry, you're not my type. baki on the other hand? yeah, that woman's definitely my type."

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learn about me today! (psst don't be a stranger, stranger.)

☼ nov scorpio ↑ libra ☾ scorpio. intp-a. lesbian. half filipino–canadian. 19. any pronouns.

+ i love making new friends/moots so dont be afraid to interact or joke around with me! idrc if you call me any petnames or shit like (bitch, whore, slut) AS LONG as u make it clear ur not being fr and not meant to insult me 🤨

+ im taken! meaning i wont flirt with you (even in a platonic way), so please don't try to flirt with me !!

+ i have a type for big beefy men 💋

+ villain fucker. villain apologist. villain defense attorney.

+ i love anything to do with makeup n fashion. ive got whole pinterest boards dedicated for it. same with piercings

+ i love my cats very very much 🐈🐾

+ i like astrology & manifesting 🔮

+ im truly a whore for horror. watching horror movies is my comfort, i will literally play that shit in the back while i clean, write, shit, anything i need to get done basically. if you like horror, i am immediately following your blog

+ along with horror, i love horror games. and just video games in general.

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+ ppl who like being in drama, starting drama, or sending their lil fanbase to drag other blogs down

fave mangas !! : chainsaw man + kny + blue lock + pumpkin night + tokyo revengers + bnha + brutal + lady k and the sick man

fave video games !! : resident evil, devil may cry, outlast, sallyface, uncharted, tomb raider, hitman, persona 5, fire emblem, ace attorney, stardew valley, otome games

fave animes !! : free! iwatobi swim club + akatsuki no yona + attack on titan + jujutsu kaisen + owari no seraph + devilman crybaby + kill la kill + demon slayer + haikyuu + yuri on ice

fave characters !! : gojo + toji + getou + naoya + rin matsuoka + sousuke yamazaki + kishibe + reze + quanxi + kunigami + bachira + nagi + itoshi brothers + crowley eusford + giyuu + muzan + yoriichi + douma + dabi + shigaraki + jaeha + suna + tendou + leon kennedy + carlos oliveira + dante + sal fisher

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