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deathsimage · 3 months

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MHA song lock screens

I’ll eventually do some of the girls, pros, and villains. I will take requests! 🤍

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lunejump · 1 year

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I redrew a lazy lockscreen I made last year

#shinsou hitoshi #shinso hitoshi #shinsou fanart #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #fanart #lockscreen #wallpaper

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despair-edits · 2 years

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Shinsou Hitoshi wallpapers (1080 x 2400)

-Mod Nagito

#wallapaper #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinso hitoshi #shinsou kin #bnha kin #bnha edit #bnha wallpaper #bnha #my hero acedamia #my hero academia kin #mod nagito

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dioriya · 1 month

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late night disaster, hitoshi shinsou.

1.03k. fluff. more sappiness. secret relationship things. denki being a gossip. you know.

a gentle buzz against his arm stirs him from sweet dreams and an even sweeter state of slumber. soft sceneries of gentle hands and picnics in the grass evaporate into thin air as the buzzing becomes persistent, brows furrowing above a dark violet gaze.

patting around the sheets for his phone, he squints at the offendingly bright screen for a moment to let his eyes adjust, wondering who the hell would be so cruel to bother him at…

squinting harder at his screen, he frowns once he checks the time. 2:06 AM blares back at him almost mockingly. christ.

lingering on his wallpaper for a bit—matching ones, something he’d openly say is cheesy but secretly smile at when he’s sure no one’s looking—he unlocks his phone singlehanded and scrolls until he finds who the hell decided to bother him. unopened messages from ‘annoying people’ (monoma, countless 3-B group chats, and people who wanted his number to get closer to others once he’d made the switch to class A) and other people he ‘somewhat tolerated’ (kaminari, the band gc, and so on) illuminate his features until he catches a notification pop up from an active chat.

against his better judgment, he opens it. and immediately regrets it.

kaminari’s excited texting alerts the entire chat of his presence, and soon enough, half of his classmates bombard him with prying questions and sly remarks (and the occasional keyboard smash, but that didn’t count).

hitoshi shifts slightly and exhales, briefly closing his eyes for a moment. less than ten seconds in the chat and he’s already exhausted.

‘soooo,’ kaminari types for a while, gaining his attention once more. ‘i saw two people sneak off to a certain someone’s dorm earlier…’

his heart slowly begins to hammer in his chest as the chat explodes, too many texts for him to account for filtering in before he can register any of them. worst of all, a weight on top of him begins to stir, and hitoshi can officially say his soul has left this plane of existence.

he watches, silent as you lift your head up to bear your surroundings with half lidded eyes, and wills his heart to kindly shut the fuck up. he’s almost certain you can even hear it, gaze knowing when it lands on him and causes a lazy smile to spread across your lips.

“hi, you,” your voice filters out to a tired sigh, sitting up on your knees to stretch your arms above your head, and it’s enough to almost make him forget about the dm disaster occurring in real time.

almost.

“we have a problem,” he says in greeting, and only offers his screen to show when your brows furrow in response. slowly, your eyes widen, and you slump against his shoulder with a quiet groan.

“curse you, kami. he’s so nosy.” your words are muffled into his hair and it tickles against his neck just barely. he makes no effort to move. “you should really do something about that.”

“me?” hitoshi pulls back incredulously, and narrows his eyes at the grin spreading across your lips again. “i’m the one who told you i swore i heard something back there earlier!”

“that could have been anything! everyone knows ua’s like, haunted. past mistakes and ghosts of students aizawa’s expelled.”

he snorts despite himself, and refuses to psychically react to the way you light up at the sound of his laugh. annoying, honestly, how you managed to be so—

a faint ding! breaks his mental stupor, glancing down briefly at his own screen while you pat around for yours. a few of his classmates are still pressing the blond for answers, but surprisingly, he hasn’t relented.

‘it’s totally not my place to say,’ kami wrote. ‘but just know that when everyone eventually finds out, i told you so!’

hitoshi pleasantly resists the urge to bury himself fifty feet below ground level.

“should we tell them?”

he looks up when your voice turns sheepish, teeth sinking into your lower lip nervously. “i mean—unless you really don’t want to. kami probably already knows, and it won’t be long until kirishima knows, and then he’ll probably tell mina, and then mina will tell everyone—”

your hands reach for his and squeeze, strangely reminiscent of the dream he’d been having not too long ago. comforting, reassuring. it makes him sick to his stomach in a completely positive and normal way.

“i just don’t want you to be, y’know. rushed into things. i know you like your privacy, so if this is too much, tell me.”

you smile faintly, epitome of all things good in the wretched and deceiving world, and his heart falls to his knees in defeat. or… whatever.

“we’ll tell everyone tomorrow,” he agrees slowly, and can’t help the small smile that spreads across his lips as well. “during homeroom. hopefully before aizawa comes to class.”

“yeah…”

you both wince at the memory of a previous confession falling flat just as your homeroom teacher crawled into the classroom in a neon pink sleeping bag, scaring the shit out kaminari and effectively blasting out the lights on the entire floor.

shaking his head, he puts his phone on do not disturb and wordlessly beckons you closer, settling into the comfortable position the two of you had donned before and tries to relax. you melt into his arms almost instantly, but poke his side when you feel him tense.

“don’t think about it too much, okay?” arms wrapped around his middle, you squeeze him tight and the gesture is oddly comforting. “actually—think about it this way: you no longer have to kill anyone with your eyes when they talk to me for longer than socially equired.”

once again, his heart falls to his knees… and dies. he had no idea you’d be watching him the whole time. fucking what—

trying to compose himself and the remaining dregs of his dignity, he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “you’re hallucinating.”

“midoriya told me he felt like someone was watching him, toshi.”

well. it’s not like he’d be wrong.

“go to sleep,” he says instead, and hopes you can’t hear the smile in his voice when you laugh and quietly bid him goodnight.

#bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha fluff #bnha fic #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha fic #mha fluff #hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #shinsou fluff #shinsou fic #hitoshi x reader #hitoshi x you #hitoshi x y/n

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sheepishs · 1 year

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Hi ! Sorry to bother you there, just wanted to throw all my love at you for being my favorite Shinsou Hitoshi artist, never had the same phone wallpaper for so long (the one with aizawa, shinsou and eri with a candy apple all smiling, it brings me so much joy and I adore the colors... anyway). Is it tumblr being weird with tags, or are some of your art missing, at least compared to twitter ? Have a great weekend/day !!!

hi!!! thank you so much it genuinely makes me really happy to know that people enjoy my drawings longterm ^_____^ it is probably missing/deleted/privated, i have a habit of just randomly deleting things but i never remember what ive deleted. if theres anything in particular that you remember but can't find anywhere im always happy to try to find the file and send it to oyou or anyone else

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univvrse · 10 months

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the coven (chapter 3)

masterlist

previous chapters:

chapter 1

chapter 2

reader x bakugou x shinsou x kaminari x kirishima

Coven- a formation of at least three or more vampires He told you they were dangerous- why didn't you believe him?

on my ao3 if you'd prefer

1.1k words

You had never felt so stupid in your entire life. You had surely walked yourself into a deadly trap. You were sat on a large, brown, leather sofa in a vampire’s living room. Well, you couldn’t exactly call it a living room, considering nobody who lived there was alive. But anyway, you were now wedged between Eijiro and Hitoshi, Denki sat on the arm rest, his head perched on Hitoshi’s shoulder, his hand playing with Hitoshi’s hair. It was strange how close these men were to one another. Almost homosexual. You never had a problem with gay people before. Though, why would they invite you to their house and speak to you like they had if they didn’t have any romantic interest in you? Katsuki was upstairs, “probably sulking” Eijiro had said after Bakugou had stomped up the stairs and slammed a door.

The living room was sizeable, there was no need for them to all sit on the same sofa. The one on which you were all sat was in the middle of the room, pressed up against the white, wallpaper that clung the walls. There were several claw marks slashed into it. Sharp and purposeful; as if done in a fit of anger. Two other sofas were wedged into one of the corners of the room, there were stained with red, most likely blood considering the people who resided there. You paid it no mind. Except the claw marks, the walls were bare, no paintings, no television.

There was little other furniture in the room other than an impressive bookcase in the opposite corner to the couches. It was large and fortunately close enough that you could read the books contained inside it, mostly classics. Shakespeare, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Harper Lee. And some incredibly ancient looking books with either no author listed or one who’s name you didn’t recognize. Denki looked at you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, you’re right Hitoshi she is drop dead gorgeous”, he remarked, twirling a piece of Hitoshi’s hair around his finger. “Especially for a human”. You blushed at his comment reluctantly, you tried desperately to retain at least some aspects of your coolness towards these freakishly attractive men. A thought flickered in the back of your mind, Hitoshi hadn’t said that and, you hadn’t left his side since you met him hours ago and you would have heard him? Right?

“Uh thanks, I didn’t know you thought that Hitoshi”, you said to the purple haired boy, as you slowly sank into the comfort of the soft, seemingly well-worn leather. Sensing what you meant Eijiro spoke up, “Yeah, well it’s like a vampire thing we can like- read each other’s minds”.

Your eyes widened with curiosity; “wait really that’s insane!” you replied. “So, you always know what each other are thinking?” “Yeah; we do, not like other people’s minds don’t worry about it”, Denki added still absent mindedly running his hands through Hitoshi’s hair.

“Groups of vampires can read each other’s minds, helps us hunt”, Hitoshi said, “Speaking of which, when it gets dark, I’ll run you home- we’re going hunting tonight.” “For people?” you asked, your face ridden with concern. The floorboards creaked upstairs, probably Katsuki walking around upstairs. “Yeah, kind of one of the downsides of being a vampire is having to kill people.” Eijiro remarked, with a face full of regret.

“What do you mean downside,” Katsuki said, emerging from upstairs and trudging his way to the living room, “it’s my favourite part.” He added sitting on the armrest next to Eijiro and laying one of his perfect, pale hands onto the red head’s upper thigh.

You shuddered at the thought of these four boys killing you on a whim, there was nothing stopping them. Though brushing it aside; it was strange wasn’t it how they all felt the need to be so close to each other? There was other comfortable enough looking chairs in the large ‘living’ room and yet all of four of them chose to cram onto the same tattered old one.

However, you weren’t complaining their presence was nice, somewhat comforting despite them being ancient murderers.

“How old are you guys,” you asked. Denki answered for the group, “While I’m 127, Katsuki’s the oldest actually, he actually has no clue how old he is anymore, Katsuki turned me and Eijiro- Eijiro's 134; Hitoshi is-”, he paused, seemingly unsure of his fellow immortal’s age". “I’m somewhere in the 200s”, Hitoshi finished for him, “I was born some point in the 1800s pretty sure. “When you turn, your human lives become somewhat of a blur. We were all turned at some point in our 20s though.”

Your eyes began to wilt, you hadn’t slept at all for over 24 hours now and it was beginning to show on your face. Katsuki sat there silently, he was now playing with Eijiro’s hands, delicately tracing his defined knuckles.

He was clearly trying to avoid and ignoring the conversation that was happening by fidgeting. An expression painted his face, one you had not seen on any of the guy’s faces in the short time you had spent together. One of sorrow, almost mournful of the life he had lost to immortality. Most likely the reason why he didn’t like humans. Not because of their obvious stupidity or ignorance, but because of jealousy. Katsuki was a jealous man, although he seemingly had everything, looks, probably lots of money (judging by the size of their house), and a group of boys who clearly adored him or each other. Katsuki only wanted the mortal, ordinary life that he had lost centuries ago.

You swallowed, feeling sympathy for the blonde however you couldn’t begin to comprehend the sadness you must feel, you had the one thing that he could never win back. Humanity. You made a mental note not to bring up immortality or anything similar anytime soon.

Dear god were you tired, your blinks began getting longer and more frequent you pinched your arm in a desperate attempt to keep yourself awake and not bore your present company to death. Well, not to death that’s not the right expression. Anyhow, you listened quietly, almost half asleep to the conversation they were having about nothing specific, you caught brief segments of their conversation mostly about where they would be hunting that night as you gently began to rest your head on Eijiro’s shoulder, not paying any mind when he began to gently tickle your neck.

It was nice, hanging out with them; you slowly began to feel yourself fall into the realm of sleep. Perhaps these people weren't the deadly creatures that you had originally assumed them to be?

#bakugou x reader #denki x reader #kirishima x reader #shinsou x reader #bakugou #denki kaminari #kirishima eijirou #hitoshi shinsou #my hero academia #alternate universe #vampire au #no beta we die like men

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chettmosy · 3 years

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