#tokoyami turned me into an avian

[emeraldotter]

jon...

#doodle #crappy art #its archivin time #you do jon #tokoyami turned me into an avian

[birdhouse-of-shadows]

Okay, so this particular fic was never centered around romance. Not in the slightest. But the two people I let read this pressured me into turning this into a 4-way love square between Tokoyami, Bakugou, Sero, and Asui. It just didn’t come together with the original plot, so i dropped it lmao

Anyway here it is.

-Bakugou slammed a piece of paper on the table in front of Tokoyami. It was their lunch period, and the two had settled into the vacant library to study while they ate.

Tokoyami looked down at the paper in front of him. Ectoplasm had given them all progress reports of how they were doing in math so far that semester, and Tokoyami’s...wasn’t very good to say the least.

“Your math grades are shit.” Bakugou said, shoving the paper in Tokoyami’s face. “I’m well aware, thanks.” Tokoyami replied, reaching into his bag. After shoveling around his bag, he pulled out an apple, and a pocket knife, much to Bakugou’s surprise. He pointed to the knife, tilting his head. “What the fuck.”

Tokoyami snickered. “It’s just for cutting my apples, if you must know. Just...don’t tell anyone I carry a knife on me.” he said, cleanly slicing through the middle of the apple.

Bakugou scoffed playfully, pulling out his own lunch, which was just yakisoba, but the problem, specifically Tokoyami’s problem, was that it was practically bright red. “That looks...spicy...” he said, at a loss for words. Bakugou gave a malicious smirk. “Yeah? Wanna bite?” he asked, stabbing his chop sticks into the noodles in front of him.

Tokoyami cringed. “I’d need some plastic wrap on my ass after eating that, no thanks.” he said, placing an apple slice in his mouth.

Bakugou slammed a fist on the table. He stood up, and pointed his chop sticks at Tokoyami in an attempt to simulate a weapon. “Eh? You got a problem birdie? You wanna go? YOU WANNA FUCKING G-“

“Shhhhh.” Tokoyami said, putting a finger to his beak. “We’re in a library.” he said with a smirk.

“THERES NO ONE ELSE IN HERE!” Bakugou yelled even louder, proving his point. Tokoyami stifled a laugh and bit into one of his newly cut apple slices. With a huff, Bakugou sat back down, and the two began to eat in a comfortable silence.

But as usual, that silence never lasts very long.

The library doors slammed open. And in came Kirishima and Kaminari. “BAKUBROOOOOOOOO-“

Tokoyami flinched and covered his ears. He had stressed to his classmates before how much he hated when people yelled unannounced. It brought back...memories. Vague ones, but they were still there. And they always brought back a sense of fear in Tokoyami.

Bakugou seemed to notice Tokoyami’s flinch at the sudden noise, because he slammed his hands on the table, and turned his gaze to the two at the entrance. “Damn you fucking idiots! Not so loud for fuck’s sake!” he hissed.

“Woah man. Calm do-“ Kaminari started, but cut himself off when he locked eyes with Tokoyami. The avian teen slowly removed his hands from his ears, and folded his arms, returning his attention to the apple slices in front of him.

“R-right...” Kaminari rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. “My bad...”

Kirishima, hopelessly oblivious, as always, threw an arm around Bakugou, his other hand reaching into his pocket. “Wanna help us study?” he asked with a grin.

Bakugou put a hand on Kirishima’s face, shoving him away. “No. I’m busy.” Bakugou replied dryly. Kirishima pouted, and pulled some money out of his pocket. “Come ooooonnn. I’ll pay you~” he said, his grin wider.

“For fucks sake hair for brains I said NO.” Bakugou growled, pushing the money out of his face. Kaminari sighed, leaning closer to Bakugou. “Come on pleeeeeeaaaase? We’re gonna fail without help from our favorite Bakubro!” he pleaded. By then, Bakugou was fed up.

“FUCKING FINE. JUST GET OFF ME.” he hissed. Ignoring the cheers from the two dummies, he looked to Tokoyami, who was attempting to hide the disappointment in his eyes. “Sorry chicken shit, we’ll study another time.” Bakugou said, gathering his things. Tokoyami sighed. “It’s alright, I’m sure they need more help than me, anyway. Thanks for sitting with me.” he said calmly, though Bakugou noticed a hint of sadness in his voice. Bakugou had to admit, he felt a bit guilty leaving Tokoyami so soon, but the two dumbasses wouldn’t leave him alone otherwise, and Tokoyami said he didn’t mind...so there was no problem...right?

Bakugou threw his bag over his shoulder with a sigh, and followed the two obnoxious bastards out of the library.-

And there you have it. Just a little bit of context is needed to fully understand this, but not enough for me to explain it lmao

Also i love the idea of Kirishima and Kaminari being cockblocks and being hopelessly oblivious about Bakugou and Tokoyami being in a relationship of any kind-

Okay tbh I still fold to this day for Tokobaku

This is adorable and if you ever continued this/feel like continuing this please let me know

#tokobaku #i am completely desperate for tokobaku content #tokoyami #ask

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Gosh, the Hawks x intern! Reader sure made me tear up :(

Like imagine him regretting not being there for her and his baby girl from the start and trying to make up for it now 😭😭💖

I was going to imagine this, but I couldn't because I ended up writing 3000 words. 😭 I just love fictional babies so much and want them to be happy, okay? I left it open-ended, so I wouldn't betray the "kick his ass" gang. I'm a weak woman 🥺 I still don't know much about him other than what Wikipedia and memes tell me but here we go!

Part One | Part Two

Hawks doesn’t think you’ll ever let him in, not that he could blame you. Every time you see him, your expression hardens, pretty eyes narrow into a glare, nostrils flare, breathing heavy. His only bright light during your last exchange is that you wait three seconds before slamming the door in his face rather than the usual zero.

Oh, he’s definitely softening you up. Not.

It’s been a month now that he’s been at this, and he is starting to wonder if this entire thing is worth the headache. All he’s accomplished so far is bothering you with his requests to talk. Then, he remembers the little angel that you have with you and thinks it’s worth the headache.

At first, he had ignored your previous exchange that day at the park and the nagging feeling in the corner of his mind upon seeing the two of you. Until that same feeling started to weigh on his heart. He quickly realizes what those feelings were. Guilt and regret at not taking another path with the high schooler he so carelessly took advantage of and impregnated.

If he had, he could be annoying Endeavor about his cute little wife right about now.

Hawks feels a bit like Icarus flying too close to the sun and now sinking in a turbulent ocean of his own making. Instead of drowning, the world decides to throw him a lifeline as the receptionist patches a call through to him.

His heart jumps when he hears you on the other side, resistant but succumbed in your plea, “I need your help.”

The very next day you arrive at the agency, a small hand latched in your own as you stand in the middle of his office. You didn’t want to be here. The thought of being in the same place where your daughter was conceived with the same man who left you makes you antsy. You can’t believe you actually let Fumikage talk you into this.

You remember that phone conversation.

Your daughter’s quirk had been coming in full force, so fast you didn’t know how to handle it. You hoped that Tokoyami would have been able to help her control it since he trained with the very person she received her quirk from much longer than you had and that he was part avian himself.

“Please, Fumi. It’s getting worse,” you begged over the phone. “She accidentally hurt a few of the kids at school. No. No. They’re fine, some cuts and a little shook up, but fine. They won’t let her back in until she gets it under control though, so please.”

“I told you there’s not much else I can do. The best solution would be to go to the person with the same quirk.”

He’s right. He’s absolutely right, but you don’t want to rely on someone like that man especially now. What if he ended up hurting her?

“I don’t want to do that.”

“I know you don’t, but he’s been trying to contact you, right? So I'm sure he'd do it if you asked.”

“Yeah…” You growled. “I swear if he makes one smart-ass remark, I might kill him in front of her.”

“Remember it’s not for you. Although, I don’t think you could kill him even if you tried.”

“If we combined our strength…”

“No,” Tokoyami immediately shot down.

You sighed. “I’m only joking. Do you have the number to the agency still?”

Now you’re here, watching the very man who abandoned you kneel down to your daughter’s eye level. Hawks couldn’t believe he’s actually seeing her. It’s a bit exciting to see how much bigger she’s gotten in such a short time with big fat wings at her back holding way more feathers than she can probably deal with.

“So, this is the special girl,” he says. She shies away from him, hiding behind your leg for protection. “Come on out, Baby Bird, you don’t have to be scared of me.”

Slowly, she peeks from behind you, fingers still clutched in your pants leg, and Hawks smiles.

“There you are. Did your mommy tell you who I am?”

“You’re her and uncle Toko’s old teacher, and you’re going to help me control my quirk.”

“That’s right. You just turned five, right? That’s when a lot of quirks can get kind of hectic.”

“Yeah. I had a birthday party with Elsa last month.”

Hawks’ smile falters for a second as he thinks he doesn’t know exactly what day her birthday is. At least now he knows the month. Quickly, he’s back to normal to keep an air of happiness in the situation. “You know I know a lady that looks a bit like Elsa. She has ice powers like her too,” Hawks says, having grown a little closer to the number one hero's family as he tried to figure out what to do about his own family situation.

When her eyes widen, Hawks knows he has her hook, line, and sinker. She throws her initial shyness to the wind in exchange for excitement. “She does? Can I meet her?”

“I’m sure we could make that happen. If not, her son has an ice quirk, too. I’m sure he’d show you.”

The young girl smiles at him, but Hawks notices her vision drifting to something else. Cautiously, her tiny hand stretches out to him, making him nervous as to what she’s doing, before chubby fingers clutch around the edge of his wing, squeezing into his feathers. “They’re pretty,” she mumbles.

“Want one?” he asks, and she nods.

“This is my birthday present for you, don’t lose it,” he says, offering her a single long feather from the back of his wings. She clutches it to her chest tightly, a happy smile plastered on her face.

Then, you interrupt.

“Baby, mama has to run some errands, but she’ll come right back to pick you up when the clock says twelve. You remember how that looks like, right?”

“It’s a 1 and a 2,” she says, bringing up her hands to show you.

Hawks decides to walk you out as your daughter sits in his office chair, twirling around his feather in her hand. He isn’t sure what to say to you now that he has you near him. Should he thank you for bringing her? Or would that only serve to piss you off since it’s not like you wanted to do this by choice?

“Hawks,” you say, bringing him out his thoughts. “There’s one more thing before I go.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t tell her,” you order. “Don’t you dare tell her.”

His chest squeezes at that but he can understand why you wouldn’t want her to know that information when the two of you aren’t even on speaking terms outside this issue. He didn’t want to do anything to make the situation worse either, so he brings his fingers to his mouth and zips his pinched thumb and index finger across his lips. “I’ll make sure mine and anyone else’s lips are sealed if they want to keep their job,” he calmly reassures you, always calm and carefree so you wouldn’t think that your rejection is successfully deterring him.

From then on, you drop your daughter off at his office twice a week to get a better handle on her powers. You didn’t stay long aside from that, but Hawks likes the small moments when all three of you are in the same room together.

The hero can be thankful that at least one of his girls likes him. His Baby Bird quickly attached herself to him, always pattering after his footsteps like a shadow, and always asking if he’d hold her hand, a smile forming whenever he engulfed her smaller one. He even keeps his promise to let her see Rei, or Elsa as Baby Bird so passionately refers to her, now that the woman is out of the hospital.

He thinks that if that family can recover from what happened then his shouldn’t be much different as long as he keeps trying to put in the effort and not step on your toes too much.

It isn’t long before Baby Bird begins to get a hang of her powers. At least enough that she wouldn’t be hurting anyone at school. Hawks had hoped you would still allow him to train her past that point though, but you quickly told him that she wouldn’t be returning to the agency when she reached that point.

He was sad to hear it of course, but he didn’t want to cause what little progress he made to be broken even if he really wanted to see her fly at least a few inches before she left. She’s been getting into the habit of jumping instead of walking to practice like he used to do. Although, she resembles more of a bouncy frog than a bird, to be honest.

He watches, amused, as she bounces along next to him in the hallway.

“You’ve gotten good at that,” he compliments, drawing her attention upwards.

“I’ve been practicing lots at home, but I’m not that good yet. Will you teach me how to fly like you do tomorrow?” she asks.

“No, Baby Bird. Didn’t your mommy tell you that we’re done with training after today?”

She hangs her head down, her bouncing stopping as she drags her feet. “…Yes,” she answers, letting his arm go lax as she releases his hand. Hawks pauses, watching as she draws her hands to her waist and anxiously bunches and twists the bottom of her shirt, and Hawks throat goes dry as she asks with glossy eyes, “Daddy, why doesn’t mommy like you?”

He’s completely silent, wondering exactly when she figured it out or if someone in the office had told her, let alone told her the fact that you didn’t like him. Well, he guesses it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. “How do you know to call me that?"

“Yesterday, my teacher told us that we inhe-inhe-inherent our quirk from our parents. I remember you said Elsa and her son had the same quirk, and you have big wings like mine and can make your feathers move.”

Hawks smiles. She’s a sharp one to piece it together in a day. “Your teacher is right. I bet you’ve never seen anyone else that looks quite like us.”

“No,” she answers, sniffling. “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay and play with you. Mommy is so mean to you. I hate her!”

Hawks cups her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look at me. Don’t talk about your mommy like that. It’s my fault she always gets upset when I’m around. I was mean and bullied her a lot, so if you’re mad, be mad at me. I’m the reason we can’t play together more.”

She sniffs again but it isn’t enough to stop the globs of tears running down her cheeks. “When we saw you at the park, mommy started crying when we went home. I didn’t know why she did.”

Hawks knows why. The reason you’re always so angry at him is because of the hurt you still hold inside for what he did to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have cried. The opposite of love is indifference as they say, and he knows it’s true because he had been indifferent to the pain he caused ever since the day you came to him with weepy eyes and shaking arms as you told him you were pregnant. You had been scared, and he told you to deal with it.

Hawks scowls. He’s starting to feel sick.

"If you make someone cry, you should say sorry."

Hawks smiles. “I know, baby. I'll apologize to your mama, and I’m going to try my best to make it up to her, and you, too. I’m not going to make either of you cry anymore. Then, when she forgives me, we’ll play together again.”

She looks to him, a small glimmer of hope. “You promise?”

Hawks chuckles and grins at her, the same charming expression that made you fall for him in the first place. He holds out his hand. “Even better. I pinky promise,” he says and confidently hooks her finger with his. “Repeat after me: birds of a feather stick together.”

“Birds of a feather stick together.”

“That’s my girl,” he praises before dropping her hand to pet her head. “I think we might have a little time for me to teach you something before your mommy gets here.”

At the end of the day, Hawks is already waiting for you at the front steps of the agency as your call pulls into parallel park at the sidewalk. You step out and walk towards the steps, but your daughter meets you halfway by hopping over them, her wings flapping to hover before she falls back down onto her feet.

You smile at her. You can’t believe she’s actually flying, at least a little that is, but your surprise is ruined when she cheers. “Mommy, look at what daddy taught me,” she says, bouncing to show you her new hovering skills. “Are you looking? Are you looking?”

“Yes, I’m looking. You’re so good at that. You need to show me more when we get home,” you say but to be honest it’s the last thing on your mind as you glance over to Hawks. “Baby, why don’t you go sit in the car, and I’ll be right there.”

Hawks watches as she obediently follows your instructions, turning her back and happily hopping towards the vehicle.

“(Name), I-” Hawks says, unsure what to expect when your angry glare turns back on him. It isn’t until his yellow visors are already clicking against the pavement that he realizes you hit him. He hisses at the sting on his cheek. “That actually kind of hurt. I guess I had it coming, but I’m not really sure what I did at least recently,” he tries to play off, but you aren’t having it.

“You told her, you told her,” you keep repeating, and he’s backing away in case you decide to strike him again. “Are you trying to get her on your side?”

“Not in the way you’re thinking, and I didn’t tell her,” Hawks explains. “She pieced it together on her own. She’s sharper than you think, she can see that we look alike when she looks in a mirror, and she knows how quirks work. That’s more than enough for her to tell.”

His explanation is enough for you to halt in your assault, and you angrily huff under your breath. You don’t shift to leave, and there’s no door for you to slam away. He finally has you available. “So, what do you want to do now?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she knows; and honestly, I’m glad she does,” he confesses. “I wouldn’t mind seeing her again if you’d let me.”

Hawks swallows his anxiety as he waits for you to answer. Your eyes shift from him back to where she sits in your car, fiddling with the toys obviously left to clutter in the back before you look back at him, thinking.

“She does seem to like you…for some reason,” you add distastefully, but you know full well how happy training makes her. How her little smile beamed when she fluttered over those steps. How the word daddy came from her so sweetly. “She always likes talking about you after she spends the day here. You make her happy. But that’ll just make it harder for her when you leave ag-“

“I won’t,” he cuts off.

“How do I know that?”

“You don’t but I promise not again. (Name), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for telling you to go away like a burden and for not being there. You must’ve been scared, but I won’t leave either of you alone from now on even if you don’t want me there. I’ll be there if you need me.”

“Drop it. I’m not a part of this,” you tell him.

He knows that you’re rejecting his apology, but his ears can pick up what others can’t. He can hear those soft inflections in your voice right before you harden it into aggression, the slight stutter that you so cleverly thought you hid from him as you nearly fumbled your words, a little glimpse of a teenage girl with a crush on her sensei. “Not yet but do know I plan on trying until I make you fall for me all over again. I miss your cute little face when I'd smile at you.”

You glare. “Say that again, and I will smack you in your "cute little" face.”

"You already did that, but if it makes you feel better go ahead, I can take it if it helps you forgive me.”

He just didn’t expect you to actually take him up on the offer. This time, it’s the other cheek that burns.

“You’re right. That did make me feel better,” you say, smirking as you shake the sting from your hand. Hawks grunts, rubbing his jaw as you begin to walk towards your car. He bends down to pick up his shades before following close behind. You open the driver’s door, and say, “I expect you to pick her up at 9 tomorrow. If you’re late, don’t bother showing up ever again.”

Hawks smirks. You certainly became aggressive these past few years, but he thinks he kind of likes it. As you get in your car, he notices Baby Bird smiling at him from the window, her hand up and clutched around that birthday feather he gifted to her as she waves him off.

He’ll definitely be there on time.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x y/n #bnha hawks

[tamakissimp]

headcanon: they comfort you

a/n: time to give the underrated boys some loveeeeee

TAMAKI:

The hero course isn't all fun and games. Students are put under immense amounts of pressure and insane expectations. A villain attack can always happen and students could get badly hurt after every training session. But you are supposed to risk it all to become heroes. To give it you're all just to save those few lives, right?

But you couldn't take it anymore. Break downs were common amongst students, you have had them before. But this one is different. Your body is shaking so heavily that it becomes difficult to breathe. A whirlwind of thoughts wreaks havoc in your mind. You're zoned out to the point where you don't even notice Tamaki sitting in front of you. He's trying to desperately to try and get you to calm down. He's shaking your shoulders and an effort to get you to notice him.

"B-Bunny, come on," he says. His hands move up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. With glossy eyes, you look at him. His heart aches as he sees thick tears falling down your cheeks. Tamaki couldn't fight the tears pricking up in his own eyes. He just couldn't stand the sight of you in pain.

"C-Come on, come back.". His voice wavers and cracks at the end. He felt so selfish, crying while he should be comforting you. he pulls you against his chest. You subconsciously nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "T-Talk to me. Please, I-I'm here for y-you.".

You're slowly coming back. Tamaki's voice pulls you out of the dark corner of your mind you had been hidden in. Your brain registers the feelings of his arms wrapped around you. The sweet scent of his cologne fills your nose. Your silent sobs turn into loud ones. It starts as whimpers but they escalate into screams. Screams that you know will hurt your throat tomorrow.

"Let i-it all out," Tamaki says. His hands rub comforting circles on your back. You can't do anything except sob. You hate yourself for breaking under the pressure that your fellow students can cope with easy. You hate feeling weak. "Let it a-all out.".

SHINSOU:

In this society, only people with useful quirks are accepted. Anyone with a so-called villainous quirk is rejected. Anyone who isn't happy all the time is tossed aside. Anyone who dares to think differently than the rest is locked up. Most of the time you could take it. The comments. The expectations. But not today. It wasn't anyone's fault really, that what you tried to tell yourself. It wasn't the fault of the first-year student with the temper of a chihuahua who couldn't keep his thought to himself. It wasn't the fault of your partner who forgot to turn in your assignment. It wasn't your fault for not being able to handle everything. Right?

Shinsou doesn't even knock as he rips your door open. His heart drops to his stomach as he sees you bundled up in your bed, shoulders shaking and ugly sobs echoing off the walls. He walks over to you and gently lays a hand on your shoulder. Even though your tears, you smile at him. "Move over, kitten," he says.

You push yourself towards the wall and lift up the covers, allowing Shinsou to slip into your bed. His arms snake around you and he pulls you towards him. "What's going on?" he asks. You just shake your head, pushing yourself even more against his body.

"It's nothing, I'm sorry," you say. Shinsou lays two fingers under your chin before pushing it up and forcing you to look at him. His heart breaks at the sight of you. Tear stained cheeks, red eyes, wobbling lips and a fake smile. How could have not have noticed you were doing so bad?

"No," he says before pulling you against him again. "Don't be sorry. You can tell me.". You take a deep breath. You try to sort your thoughts. You can't just drop everything into him.

Shinsou hums softly in an effort to calm you down. It works, funnily enough. "It...It's just all my fault," you manage to say before another sobs wrecks through your body. You nearly choke on your own spit as you desperately try to breathe. Shinsou shakes his head. He wants to tell you that's not true. He wants to rant about how much you mean to him, how you brighten his day, how you're the thing that gets him out of bed.

But this isn't the time for that. This is the time to patiently wait until you continue talking. This is the time to hug you closer until your sobs stop. This is the time to be there for you.

TOKOYAMI:

Most people ignored Tokoyami, either it is for his quirky look or for his scary quirk. Especially at two in the morning when darkness has consumed the dorms. So when he got awoken by a set of knocks on his door, he was less than pleased. He pulls the door open with a scowl. 

"What is it that you want?" he says.His scowl drops when he sees you standing in front of his. Your hand is clasped over your mouth in an effort to still your sobs. Tokoyami pulls you into his room at lightning speed, softly closing the door behind him. His arms wrap around you and pull you in for a hug before you can protest. 

"What is going on, my love?". You just shake your head against his shoulder. Your fingers claw at his shirt as you bit on your lip.

 Two cold hands slide up your arms next to Tokoyami's warm ones. You don't even need to look to know who they belong to. It's no secret that dark shadow took a liking in you as well."How can I help you?" Tokoyami asks. You just pull him closer to you. You feel him nod against you, causing his feathers to tickle against your neck. The feeling of his hands softly roaming over your body, his feather brushing against your skin, dark shadows hand cooling down your tearstained cheeks, it's all so comforting.

The sobs slow down and the shaking in your shoulders simmers down. It almost sounds like Tokoyami is cooing at you. Maybe the avian part of his quirk has influenced more than just his looks. "Can we s-stay like this, Fumi?" you ask. The way your voice cracks pulls at Tokoyami's heart. 

"We shall," he says. He places a soft kiss on the crone of your head which is rather awkward due to his beak, but he manages. Dark shadow's hands disappear from your body and you hear something rummaging in a corner of the room. 

Before you know it, pillows and blankets are being places on the ground beside you. Tokoyami helps you down so that you're comfortably sitting on one of the pillows.He grabs a blanket and wraps it around you two before returning to his original position, arms wrapped around you. "We'll stay.".

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[makeste]

I apologize for this question, because it's about a character you probably don't like, but what do you think about Tokoyami? I mean just your opinion bout him. Do you think he's well-written for a side character? Do you enjoy him? I just like hearing your opinions, and Tokoyami is unfairly underrated, just for not being "attractive", which is a shame. Anyways, what's your opinion?

why would I not like Tokoyami? like, just curious if there’s anything that somehow gave you that impression, lol. I adore Tokoyami, he’s literally only just outside my top ten characters (#11, no joke), which is honestly nothing to sneeze at because this series has such a strong cast in general.

here are some of the things I love about Toko

he is adorable. he’s just a little birb, hatched from an egg. he’s probably the second most adorable character in class 1-A right after Kaminari.

he would probably die on the spot if you ever told him he was adorable. just spontaneously combust from the shame and embarrassment. how could you. he is not cute. he is darkness. he is the night.

he is the gothest, chuuniest, gloomiest little emo the world has ever known, and he fully embraces it and leans into it and makes it a way of life and I LOVE IT so much. what should we do for the culture festival, Tokoyami? “hmm how about a Banquet For Students Of Darkness.” what are you going to pick for your hero name, Tokoyami? “well originally I wanted to name myself after the entire opening stanza of Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Raven’, but Midnight said it was too long so I’m probably just going to go with ‘Tsukuyomi’ instead.” what gift are you bringing to the Christmas party, Tokoyami. “hmm SWORD.”

he is so earnest in the way he praises his friends. “I trust you, Midoriya.” “Kaminari, you are a magnificent fellow.” well you’re a pretty magnificent fellow yourself there, chap! truly a marvelous bloke. exceptional. tremendous.

and he’s also so loyal to them, and so fiercely protective. is there anything better than a character who loses all control and flips out in a destructive rage whenever one of his friends is hurt?? oh, Toko.

true facts, Dark Shadow is one of the most powerful quirks in the entire series. I don’t think we’ve even come close to seeing its full power yet, and we’ve already seen it knock out someone as powerful as Re-Destro in one hit. and yet the guy attached to the quirk is the humblest little guy you’ll ever see. he takes himself very seriously, yes, but he’s not full of himself in the slightest. from just talking to him you’d never in a million years imagine that this mild-mannered little crow who barely clears five feet with his shoes on is capable of leveling an entire forest and beating villains to within an inch of their lives. and on top of that he can even fucking fly! honestly what can’t he do.

and speaking of it purely in terms of “fucking quirks man, wild,” Dark Shadow is also hands down the most fascinating quirk in the entire series. “I think I am going to give this kid with the bird head the power of having a sentient thinking and talking shadow who can fly and murder stuff.” well okay damn.

and DS is also fucking adorable and basically Toko’s best friend and little brother and it’s the cutest, sweetest thing in the entire world. and then you turn off the lights and chop off Tokoyami’s friend’s arm and BOOM, just like that we’ve gone from adorable avian friend to waking nightmare in .02 seconds. how can you not love that.

and his relationship with Hawks is just. ;_; he started out as someone Hawks only hired to give him the goss on class 1-A’s encounter with the League, but went on to earn his respect to the point where Hawks went from not caring at all about mentoring the next generation, to delivering inspiring speeches about Tokoyami not wasting his talents. I think they have probably the closest mentor/mentee relationship in the series now with the exception of All Might and Deku. Tokoyami looks up to him so much, and works hard to live up to the responsibility of representing him as his intern, and he was so fucking worried and scared for him when he went to save him from Dabi. and Dabi was all “BUT HE’S A MURDERER”, and Toko was all “okay but I am just a kid and I don’t know anything about any of this shit, so if it’s all the same to you I’m just gonna save my teacher’s life please and thanks.” and he fucking did, and he put his own life at great risk in order to do so, and at one point he was straight up just holding onto Hawks as tight as he could and sitting there wide-eyed with Dabi about to roast the both of them point-blank, but he didn’t run or flinch. and he was crying after, because the whole thing was traumatizing af, and I was all “nooooo Toko don’t cry,” but I couldn’t do anything because he’s just a fictional character in a manga who can’t hear me at all, and it was just. A Lot. oh man.

so yeah. Tokoyami is a beautiful little bird whose soul is as pure as the gently fallen snow, even though he would rather you described it more as “enshrouded in the hushed veil of darkness.” he is a fantastic character and I hope that Horikoshi’s blatant favoritism for birb characters continues to serve him well. thank you for the ask!

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high pain tolerance starters   //   accepting!

@honeydewmuses​ wrote:  “Listen, buddy, if I'm gonna take you with me to do the dangerous stuff, I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.” Hawks to Tokoyami!! Bird boys!! ​

     it was embarrassing to admit, that he’d gotten himself injured during one of their previous missions together.  it was nothing too debilitating, so tokoyami simply figured it’d be no hindrance to their next encounter  ...  boy, was he proven wrong, especially with how fast the pro hero caught on.

“i know, i should have told you sooner,”  body comes to a standstill, avian head turning to face the other from it’s gaze against the ground.  underneath long black cloak, an arm gently brushes against the bandages he’d applied earlier. tokoyami had his doubts, if he should relay the truth about his injuries, but he’d been through worse, so it truly surprised him when the consequences came on so suddenly.

“but pro heroes like yourself deal with so many problems in your day to day lives, even when you’re in a worse state than me.  i thought i’d handle it better  ...  it was stupid of me to think that. ”

#♔‘ﾟ‣ { IC } — ❝ fumikage tokoyami ❞ #honeydewmuses #i love how u added more dialogue to this meme HELP IM <3 #teacher and student ...

[nyrocwrites]

of curses and carrion (part 1)

A cursed!Tokoyami x mage!Reader fantasy AU from BNHarem Studios and produced on Garbage Mountain by an army of trash gremlins and too much caffeine.

Find the BNHarem Fantasy masterlist HERE.

Rating: M for dark themes, mild body horror (vines/tar), and brief distress/panic. Later parts will likely include continued elements of horror and sexual themes. 

Words: 1800+

Notes: I really wanted to finish this prompt in its entirety before posting it, but it’s turning into an absolute monster so it will now be broken into parts. I’ve warned y’all I’m a trash gremlin. Nonsense should really be expected. Also, I’ve tried to keep Reader pretty gender neutral and ethnically ambiguous so as to be inclusive to many readers. Please let me know in the comments or ask box if there are ways that I can improve this experience, or if you’d like to be added to my tag list!

The darkness has no business in frightening you, all things considered. You do most of your activities in the dim and the grey, guided by the silver moonlight that filters through the rattling bones of trees long dead. You know every prickle bush, every berry thicket, every hollow tree perpetually collecting rainwater and brown leaves in a noxious grog you know better than to drink from. You know the heartbeat of the forest and the pulse of it around you. You know the murky feeling of the soggy bog beneath your feet. You know every burial ground, the planks of wood and slabs of stone so worn from the elements they’ve been impossible to read almost as long as the knucklebones of the bodies beneath them.

The darkness really has no business in frightening you, all of these things considered. Of course, that doesn’t mean it won’t ever try.

It’s not the snapping of twigs that alarms you at first—you’re well accustomed to the life that stirs in the woods. It’s the shift of the breeze, the way a prickling feeling washes over you in the crisp air, the shudder that rattles you all the way to your bones, and you find the atmosphere abruptly soured. It happens slowly at first, and then all at once. You rise from your knees and turn toward the source, your basket of foraged herbs easily forgotten at your feet. 

There’s a stranger there, kept at the edge of the circle you had cast earlier, and there’s so much energy rolling out from under that black cloak it makes you shiver. Something desperate and hurting. Something else full of rage and cruelty. The auras are distinct and, worse, at war with each other, and it’s difficult for you to tell if the stranger bears you any ill intent.

It feels agonizingly painful and for the first time in ages, it makes you want to run.

But you’ve never been frightened by the dark.

“Are you here to harm me?” you call out. You can see the back and forth movement of their head beneath the deep hood. It could be a lie, but the fury in their energy is constant and tamped down. Controlled. You draw a dagger regardless because although you may not be frightened, you certainly aren’t stupid.

Red eyes are guarded as they stare at you from the shadows of the hood. The dagger pricks the skin of your little finger and you reach into the dark to smear the crimson liquid on the cheek beneath one of those eyes. Soft, you think, and withdraw your hand as you step away from that menacing aura. 

“There.”

“Thank you,” the stranger says, and the voice is deep and smooth, not at all unpleasant. He rubs his hands on the front of his cloak, clearing his throat in a nervous manner. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Have you, now?” You’re not unfamiliar with people seeking your particular skills, but it isn’t often that they actually follow you into the woods. 

“I’m told you’re a curse-breaker.”

There it is—the reason for the duality in his energy, for the fury bubbling just beneath the surface of his being.

“Depends on the curse,” you tell him, and you wish you could seem more nonchalant, but your voice betrays your curiosity.

He hesitates. It’s not often that the darkness is more afraid of you than you are of it. Still, he lifts his hands and draws back the deep hood of his cloak. His eyes glimmer red even through the grey darkness of the predawn, little mirrors dipped in blood that reflect the scraps of light filtering through sparse foliage yet unclaimed by winter.

A hum of intrigue rumbles in your throat as you tilt your head and lean slightly to the side to see him at different angles. The man before you blinks to help his eyes adjust to the light, ruby red and brimming with uncertainty. You can’t say he’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen—you’ve scooped far stranger out of secondhand cauldrons—but he’s still a delightfully interesting creature.

“Fascinating,” you find yourself murmuring. He’s regal and angular with black velvet skin on his cheeks, soft like down and smeared on one side with drying rust from your finger, and his hair frills in the back like the plumage of a raven. His face is carved into the likeness of a raptor; you find yourself idly wondering if his beak is sharp enough to pierce flesh. You’ve seen people before with avian curses, but none executed so precisely as this.

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, apparently uncomfortable beneath the crushing weight of your scrutiny.

“Which of the gods did you offend?” you ask him as you stroll to one side to investigate his figure. You know you shouldn’t pry, or circle him like a hungry shark, but your curiosity is bottomless.

“I don’t know. I was born like this.” He gestures halfheartedly to himself and you give him another once-over. 

The frown that twists your features leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. So much for a lovely morning.

“I can’t break a family curse,” you tell him, and even the irritation from having your foraging trip interrupted is not quite enough to justify the pain you see flourishing in his eyes. You finish your circling and stop in front of him to glance him up and down. The cloak hangs from a thin frame, all lanky and brittle. Poor thing, cursed so young, but there’s nothing you can do.

You feel something in the air, like a shadow that kisses your skin: you feel the change in his energy as his disappointment shifts slowly to fear and then to desperation. That other side of his aura swells and it’s intimidating as it pushes into your personal space to make your stomach churn uncomfortably.

“Please,” is all he says, but the single word is enough to know that he’s barely keeping whatever other entity resides in him from ripping him apart at the seams.

You turn from him and kneel on the earth to resume your foraging with an, “I can’t help you,” that comes out in a far more callous manner than you had intended.

“You’re the only one left.”

“I know. I often am.” You aren’t exactly anyone’s first choice. You’re hard to find and even harder to bargain with. You wrap your hand around the base of a particularly large branch of sage and pull hard as you grunt out, “Doesn’t mean I can help you.”

He pleads with you again and there’s a part of you that wishes you could do something for him, perhaps a glamour so that he feels more passable, more normal in the world, but that’s hardly a solution to the real problem. There’s fiery rage at your back, toxic black cruelty that wants to swallow you up, and it’s all you can do not to cast him out of your circle on instinct. You can feel the pain that radiates from him in waves of cold that creep up the back of your neck. It only grows as the minutes tick by, and you hear the crunch of dry foliage when he falls to his knees behind you.

“I’m sorry, but there really isn’t anything that I can do for you,” you tell him as you turn to face him again. He’s in a sorry state with his ebony face pressed into ivory hands, and you watch as vines of sticky black tar crawl up his arm to his fingertips. They bury into his skin and his aura turns absolutely desolate. So much rage. So much hate. 

So much darkness that it frightens you.

He rasps and then coughs. The inky tendrils are filling his mouth, strangling him in a painful vise, drowning him in the blackness which inhabits his shaking body. He squirms on the forest floor and struggles to breathe, and for a minute you watch him choke on his own tainted soul. It might be better just to let it consume him. He’ll die, or he’ll turn into a monster for you to dispatch, but it will end his suffering either way. You consider it as blood-drunk vines spread from beneath his cloak to constrict about his throat, but your thoughts come to a screeching halt as those red eyes of his fixate on you from the spaces between his fingers.

It’s not quite pity that makes you move, and not quite mercy, because the kindest thing to do would be to put this poor creature out of his misery, to let his curse die with him. This curse that makes him stink like carrion, makes his presence sickening to approach, makes your skin burn as you wrap your hands around his sticky-slick wrists and pull. They come away from his face with a grunt of effort; his grip is bruising as you lock your fingers into his and you feel your knuckles pop under the pressure.

“Breathe, little raven,” you instruct, and in time he does, raspy at first and then with more freedom as the inky tar crawls back beneath his cloak and sinks into his skin where it belongs. You nearly groan with relief when he eases his death grip on your hands. You don’t quite dare to let go. “There you go.”

It takes a while for him to regain his composure, and when he does, he sits back on his heels and finally releases your hands. You rub at the irritated skin as you regard him cautiously.

“What’s your name?” you ask him. He meets your gaze with tired eyes.

“Tokoyami,” he says at length. “Tokoyami Fumikage.”

“That’s a hell of a curse you have, Tokoyami.”

“Hell is accurate.” He drags his hands down his face, pushes his hair back, smears the dirt from your hands across the sharp planes of his beak.

“I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you, startled. Evidently expressions of empathy are unfamiliar to him. You push yourself to your feet and offer him a hand that he uses to stand; you can feel the bones beneath his transparently pale skin, thin and brittle, and the impression of them still lingers even as you brush the earth from your palms and stoop to collect your basket. The rising sun is starting to warm your shoulders, and it won’t be long before the dark of night is entirely banished.

“You’ll have to make amends to whatever entity your family slighted,” you advise, “though I don’t know if that will be enough to break your curse. The gods can be quite fickle.”

“Most of my family is gone. I don’t even know where to start,” he says. “How am I to know where to look?”

“You found me well enough. I’m sure an angry god will be far less challenging.” 

He opens his mouth to answer, but the sun breaches the horizon, and you’re gone before the sound reaches your ears.

[Stay tuned for part 2.]

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How to Play as Tokoyami Fumikage in DnD 5e

anyone who knows me knows Raven from Teen Titans is my favroite super hero of all time. She’s a big component of why I really love “Dark is Not Evil” as a trope. As such, Tokoyami is a huge personal favorite minor character because he has a similar vibe to my main home girl. So, I want to see how best to play as him in DnD 5e.

The Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi

I’ve been dying to build a Kenku, and Tokoyami  is the perfect candidate. Kenku are a raven-looking avian race that are completely flightless and can mimic human speech. Crows in real life are actually able to learn to talk, and are intelligent enough to problem solve, recognize faces, and hold grudges. So, this is a great fit for the strategic dark bird boi of Cass 1-A. Kenku get +2 DEX and +1 WIS, the ability to masterfully mimic handwriting and people’s voices, and get 2 bonus proficiencies in Acrobatics, Deception, Stealth, or Sleight of Hand. Kenku however have a bad trait that they can only mimic things they’ve heard, which I’d ditch personally to allow him to speak freely.

Tokoyami is very noble, humble, and honorable. He has no aspirations of fame or glory, and does good just for the sake of doing good. When Bakugou is taken by the League of Villains, Tokoyami is among the ones to agree it should be left to the pro heroes.

For background, we’ll be going with the same as the gay disaster boyfriends as City Watch to be a patrolling super hero that stops crime and catches bad guys.

Seat 14 in Class 1-A

PALADIN     Oathbreaker You get access to Inflict Wounds which you can cast with CHA which makes your Sentinel Raven extremely good at dealing a ton of touch-range damage at longer range, and by level 7, fiends within 10 feet of you become stronger. Your Raven Queen Spirit isn’t technically recognized as a fiend, but Dark Shadow is called a shadow demon, so you could talk to your DM about treating it as a fiend. Sorcerers and Warlocks also get quite a few demon summoning spells to empower Dark Shadow in multiple forms. You can also add your CHA stat to your melee damage, which reflects Tokoyami’s Black Ankh fighting style. It’s also worth mentioning that Tokoyami’s official fighting style is listed as being melee.

Paladin Fighting Style:     Interception While the range may need to be extended because 5 feet is pretty small for Dark Shadow’s amazing range, you can intercept an attack meant for an ally. As Tokoyami’s best trait in battle is his ability to block and defend his allies, this is a great fighting style, reducing damage by 7-16 at level 20. Talk to your DM about possibly extending the range to turn Tokoyami into the ranged guardian of his team.

SORCERER     Shadow This subclass gives you built-in Darvision and lets you summon a hell-hound which you could talk to your DM as reskinning as Dark Shadow flanking you in combat. Later on, this subclass can teleport between shadows and become an intangible shadow.

WARLOCK     Raven Queen the obvious choice for Tokoyami’s main focus, Dark Shadow is an extension of him. Spells like Vampire Touch with a Touch range can be cast through Dark Shadow, allowing Dark Shadow to be the one dealing damage. Dark Shadow can also coat Tokoyami like a layer of armor such as with Armor of Shadows, and Tokoyami can reskin weapons as being Dark Shadow’s umbral claws.

Stats and Proficiencies

Charisma will be number one. Because Raven Queen Warlock is the obvious choice, and both Sorcerers and Paladins cast with Charisma. Dark Shadow makes Tokoyami’s AC very high, so a high Dexterity is important to block damage with your spooky friend. The rest of your stats can be relatively even between Strength, Constitution, and Wisdom to make Tokoyami a formidable hero-in-training.

Arcana Insight Perception

Name: Tokoyami Fumikage (Tsukuyomi) Race: Kenku Background: City Watch Alignment: Lawful Good Class: Raven Queen Warlock (12)             Oathbreaker Paladin (8) Base Stats: Strength: 10 (0) Dexterity: 20 (+5) Constitution: 12 (+1) Intelligence: 10 (0) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 20 (+5) Saving Throws: Strength: +5 Dexterity: +10 Constitution: +6 Intelligence: +5 Wisdom: +13 Charisma: +16 Combat Stats: HP: 131 AC: 18 Speed: 30 Initiative: +5 Number of Attacks: 2 Hit Dice: 12d8, 8d10 Proficiency Bonus: +6 Passive Perception: 17 Dark Vision: 120 feet Proficiencies:    Acrobatics (Kenku)    Arcana (Warlock)    Athletics (City Watch)    Insight (City Watch)    Investigation (Warlock)    Stealth (Kenku) Skills: Acrobatics: +11                  Medicine: +2 Animal Handling: +2          Nature: 0 Arcana: +6                         Perception: +7 Athletics: +6                       Performance: +5 Deception: +5                    Persuasion: +5 History: 0                           Religion: 0 Insight: +8                         Sleight of Hand: +5 Intimidation: +5                 Stealth: +11 Investigation:+6                Survival: +2

Equipment    Leather Armor    Shield    Short Sword x 2

Damage Resistances:    Necrotic

Condition Immunities:    Disease, Fear

Paladin Feature: Fighting Style    Interception: When an ally creature within 5* feet is attacked, use your shield to intercept 1d10+ Proficiency Bonus amount of damage.

Warlock Feature: Pact Bond    Pact of the Blade: You forge a bond with a weapon, and gain the ability to summon and dismiss it at will. The weapon counts as magical.

Warlock Feature: Eldritch Invocations    Agonizing Blast: Eldritch Blast deals +5 damage on hit.    Armor of Shadows: Cast Mage Armor at will    Devil’s Sight: 120 feet of normal and magical darkvision    Lance of Lethargy: Eldritch Blast casts the effects of Slow on hit.    Superior Pact Weapon: Your pact weapon deals an added +2 damage.    Lifedrinker: When you hit with your pact weapon, deal +5 Necrotic damage.

Warlock Feature: Mystic Arcanum    Eyebite

Spell Slots 1st (4) 2nd (3) 5th (3)

Tokoyami’s Spellbook

Cantrips                          2nd Level                         4th Level     Blade Ward                     Aid                                    Summon Greater Demon     Eldritch Blast                  Crown of Madness       5th Level     Mage Hand                     Darkness                          Infernal Calling      True Strike                      Locate Object                   Negative Energy Flood 1st Level                             Magic Weapon             6th Level     Arms of Hadar                Shadow Blade                   Eyebite     Detect Evil & Good         Spiritual Weapon     Detect Magic              3rd Level     Hellish Rebuke               Fear     Heroism                          Fly     Inflict Wounds                 Hunger of Hadar     Mage Armor                   Summon Lesser Demons     Shield of Faith                Vampiric Touch

Actions:

Divine Sense Detect Celestial, Fiend, or Undead. Detect Holy or Unholy energy. Lay on Hands Pool of 40 HP to distribute or 5 points to cure poison or disease.

Features:

Aura of Hate You, Fiends, and Undead within 10 ft add +5 to weapon damage Aura of Protection You and allies within 10 ft. get +5 on saving throws Channel Divinity: Control Undead An undead within 30 feet of you must pass a WIS throw or obey you for 24 hours. Channel Divinity: Dreadful Aspect Choose any creature in 30 feet to become afraid of you for 1 minute on a failed WIS throw. Channel Divinity: Harness Divine Power Use Channel Divinity to restore a used 1st Level spell slot. Divine Smite Sacrifice a spell slot, deal (x+1)d8 radiant damage, +1d8 on fiends and undead. Expert Forgery: You have advantage on making forgeries. Interception Fighting Style: Reduce 1d10+PB damage on nearby ally. Mimicry: You can mimic voices, contested by Insight vs your Deception skill. Mystic Arcanum Cast Eyebite once per long rest without spell slots Raven’s Shield Advantage on death throws, immune to fear, resist necrotic. Sentinel Raven Darkvision of 30 feet, Add CHA to perception, the raven gets its own initiative rolls can can wake you as a bonus action. Soul of the Raven You merge with the raven and become small and able to fly. You can only dash, disengage, dodge, help, hide, and search in this form. Watcher’s Eye You can find and recognize guard stations and criminal hideouts.

While the build isn’t perfect, I thought that this was a rather strong build for Tokoyami as Dark Shadow is easy enough to incorporate into his combat with enough flavoring. How do you think I did? Do you have a character you’d like to see me build? Let me know, and I’ll add them to my list.

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[forever-more-never-again]

Scales and Scars (Part Six)

Aizawa-Yamada [Y/n] - Given quirks through experimentation, thus their quirks are ‘Artificial’ and not considered ‘true’ quirks

First Quirk: Shadow Manipulation

Uses: Shadow manipulation allows the user to travel almost like teleportation from shadow to shadow by ‘sensing’ the shadows around the user. User is able to control the shadows and form objects. User can change the density of shadows. user also has excellent night vision.

Drawbacks: User experiences flashes of coldness from the presence of shadows, and if holds onto a shadow for too long will begin to develop frost bite.

Second Quirk: Dragon Shift

Uses: User can shift into a dragon, varying in size, and breath fire when in Dragon Form. It is a full shift, and user can not half-shift. Impressive strength in Dragon Form. Excellent vision and sense of smell. Large talons and teeth can break through almost any material.

Drawbacks: User cannot form coherent/rational thoughts while in dragon form and reverts to an animilistic and bloodthirsty mindset.

a/n:Second Quirk Revealed! And Part One of the Battle trail Arc!

Word Count: 2093

Pairings: Eraserhead(AIzawa) X PresentMic(Hizashi), Reader X Class1A (Will have multiple endings for pairings)

Warnings: violence against robots

Prologue / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

Masterlist

Growing up with two pro heros as parents, you knew a lot of the other heroes in the city. And that worked at UA, but that didn’t mean you weren't surprised by some of the ideas that Nezu thought of. 

“What do you mean All Might will be teaching our heroics class?” Your chopsticks were frozen halfway to your mouth as you gaped at your dad across from the table where you were eating dinner.

His expression never changing, your dad took a bite of his katsudon before replying, “What I just said. Nezu hired the Oaf, I can’t do anything about it besides voice my displeasure about having him work at UA.”

Your Pa smiled at his husband, “I think it will be better than you think Kitten!” You faked gagged at the pet name, “He is the number one hero for a reason!”

Shota glared, “He is loud and obnoxious and has no concept of what it’s like to teach a bunch of teenagers Hizashi.”

You nodded along. You had never met All Might, and didn’t hold the same idolization that a lot of other kids your age did. You just never saw the point. Sure he was the number one hero, but he didn’t do anything more than the other heroes, and honestly underground heroes did more than he did.

So the next day, you walked into class, knowing that there would be screaming way to early to be allowed.

“Why do you look like someone killed your cats?”

Whipping around, you shot a glare so sharp that Iida noticeably shrank back and swallowed hard.

Hissing with Shinso, you both spoke in unison, “Never joke about killing Cats.”

Tokoyami hummed, “It’s weird how you both manage to do that anytime cats are mentioned.”

Again you and Shinso spoke together, “That’s because cats are amazing.”

Sharing a look, both you and Shinso broke out in quiet laughter.

Finally answering Iida, whispering softly so that your other friends and classmates wouldn’t overhear, “I’m upset because I know what’s going to happen today in class and I am not fond of it.”

Iida nodded once. He was the only one in class who knew who your parents were. It was kinda hard not to when his older brother were your parents friends and they would come over all the time when you were both younger.

Taking your seat, you looked to the front of the class. And narrowed your eyes. Broccoli head, Midoriya, was chattering with infinity girl. Which wouldn’t be an issue, if you didn’t notice how tense Explosion boy was and the slight smoke that was coming off his desk where his fists were clenched.

Before you could say anything, the door slammed open and everyone screamed as All Might walked in, “I AM HERE WALKING THROUGH THE DOOR LIKE A NORMAL PERSON!”

You had to swallow a snort. If that’s how All Might thought normal people entered, you had to question who he hung out with.

You caught snippets of your classmates whispered shouts.

“That his Silver Age costume!”

“All Might is teaching here!?”

“The number one Hero!”

“Of course, only the best for UA!”

All Might smiled broadly standing at the podium and when the class finally quieted down, he whipped out a board with the words ‘Battle Training’ on it.

“It’s time to put you budding heroes to the test!” A wall slides out showing a bunch of numbered silver cases. “These are your costumes made with your suggestions in mind! Change and meet at BattleGrounds B!”

Waiting for the rush of students to slow, you made your way to your case, apprehensive.

You had spent days designing your costume. Taking both of your parents advice in, and your aunt’s. Though Nemuri’s advice was a little too risque for your tastes.

In the changing room, you smiled at your friends obvious excitement.

Ducking into a bathroom stall, you took a deep breath. And then opened your case.

“Oh my god.” A breath of air left you in a rush. It was perfect.

A Black bodysuit with Gold detailing around your wrists, ankles, neck, waist, and thighs, and a Black mask that felt like a second skin over your eyes with Gold loops around your ears holding it in place. And the Black combat boots with Gold Soles. 

A note fluttered out from the bottom of the case as you finished putting the suit on.

‘Hi there! I designed this Baby and I hope you like it! The suit is made from a tough yet flexible material! Your request was a little tricky! But The gold detailing is actually a smart mechanism! So when you ‘Shift’ It will retract the black so that it doesn't tear away and the gold itself will stretch around your body in the designated locations on the suit. Any upgrades or questions just come to the support Class and ask for me!

Sincerely,

Hatsume Mei!’

Your heart rate sped up a little, knowing that one more person out there knew about your second quirk. Fearing that they might talk about it, share it with others.

You had disavowed using it, but your Dad had made a good point when designing your costume, what if something happened and the shift was triggered? You didn’t want to end up naked at the scene of a fight.

The feeling of disgust and shame lingered though. Dragon Shift. The quirk that had gained you the nickname Useless Monster from the villains that had you for years. The Quirk you hated with your entire being because it was true. It was a monster Quirk, A villains quirk.

To change into a giant, black scaled, fire breathing dragon that could topple cities and burn people alive...it wasn’t something you wanted to be associated with.

But it was a quirk that the villain’s scientist had concocted for their leader. That had been injected into you. For you to harness and use so that when Sensei took it away for himself he already had it mastered.

Swallowing down your bile, you finished getting dressed and ran out from the locker room, everyone already gone.

Squinting past the bright sunlight, coming out from the tunnel leading to battleground B, your eyes widened as you took in everyone's costumes.

“Damn [Y/n]...You look, uh, good.” Turning your head, you saw Shinso standing by you, his hand rubbing the nape of his neck.

You smiled at him, “Your costume looks good too!” And it did.

He wore a black tracksuit that you knew was inspired by Eraserhead, which had you internally laughing your head off. He had a voice changer and wraps around his arms. 

“Ah! Yamada! You’ve been hiding this body from us!” Your vision was suddenly invaded by Pink as Ashido jumped onto you, her arms wrapping around your neck.

Laughing self-consciously, you pried the affectionate girl off of you in time to see almost every guy in the class flush a light pink and turn away.

“Alright Ya bunch of Zygotes! Battle Training! Today we will be doing indoor battles, Heroes Versus Villains! There will be a nuclear bomb inside the building that the Villains must defend. Winners are decided by the Heroes capturing the Villains, touching the Bomb, or the Villains capturing the Heroes or running down the clock! You will have fifteen minutes once the heroes enter! Now, I’ll be drawing groups! Get ready!”

Everyone passed around pieces of paper with letters on it. Once everyone had a letter, All Might reached into two boxes, one labeled heroes, the other Villains.

“Alright! First up! Group B Will be the Heroes and Group D will be the Villains!”

Everyone checked their letters, and you breathed a sigh of relief that you were not in either. 

Glancing around, you saw the four people who would start off the training.

Walking up to Midoriya, you nudged his shoulder knocking him out of his dazed state.

Smiling, “Hey Midoriya! Your costume is super cute! Kinda like a bunny!” Your eyes squinted as you flashed a blinding smile, tilting your head.

Midoriya flushed a deep red and his eyes looked at the ground, “Yo-you look...look good t-too Yamada!”

Giving him a thumbs up, you left him to strategize as Uraraka came over.

As you walked behind the class to go to the viewing room, you passed the angry blonde. Bakugou, you reminded yourself.

You stopped next to him for a moment. He turned, a snarl on his face.

“What do you want Shitty girl!?”

You frowned at him, but had to focus to make sure you didn’t look at his body. His costume showcased his assets really well and you didn’t need him to know that you liked it.

“Just wanted to wish you luck Baka-gou.” 

Walking away before he could react, you smirked as you heard him scream and yell back at you, “I don’t need your luck! I’ll be number one!”

Once in the viewing area, you gravitated towards Tokoyami and Shinso who stood near the back.

Gaining a nod from the cloaked avian teen and a lazy grin from the purplinette, you put your attention to the giant two screens on the wall across from you.

The fight was nothing like you expected it to be. Half the time you were holding your breath in worry for the Broccoli boy, and the others you were snarling at blonde explosion kid.

Though you couldn’t deny the energy in their fight and how your blood began to race in anticipation for your own fight.

The first fight ended with Midoriya being carted off to recovery girl and Bakugou being silent.

No one else seemed to see it, or find it odd. But you could. You caught his eyes before he looked away once he entered the viewing room, that second was all you needed to know that he was suffering through a panic attack.

Slipping unnoticed, you tugged the silent boy into a hallway.

He ripped his arm out of your grasp and glared at you, but it lacked the usual heat.

His body was trembling, but you could tell he was trying to restrain them.

“What do you want Shitty Girl?” His voice was more subdued too.

Knowing he wouldn’t react well to pity, you simply shrug your shoulders and glanced down the hallway, not making eye contact. From the corner of your eye you saw him relax a touch.

“Thought you would like a breather after that intense fight.”

He made a tsking noise with his tongue and folded his arms across his chest, his gauntlets off after the fight.

“I’m fucking fine alright. I don’t need your fucking help or pity!”

At that you turned your gaze back to him and your eyes clashed with swirling red lava, “I’m not fucking pitying you!”

Your crass language seemed to startle him for a moment, as if he thought you wouldn’t curse.

Taking a deep breathe, you frowned at him, “I know a thing or two about panic attacks, alright asshole.”

He opened his mouth, his eyes hardening and you saw his hands clenched against his arms.

You interrupted him before he could utter a word, your arms coming up to cage him against the wall, “And don’t you dare say you don’t have panic attacks! You were fucking panicking after Midoriya’s stupid stunt back there! No one else noticed! But me! And you will listen to me and you will fucking take my help because No one helped me through my first panic attack and it fucked me up! Okay!?”

Your rant ended, and you finally noticed the position the both of you were in.

Your body was almost pressed up against his, his arms resting on your hips, them having moved in shock when you had lunged forward.

Your hands were flat on the wall beside his head, your breath ruffling his hair.

Bakugou’s cheeks were dusted with a light pink and his eyes were looking past you to the opposite wall.

Jumping back as if electrocuted, you decided not to mention it. Dusting off your catsuit like nothing had happened, you turned away to head back into the viewing room.

Right before opening the door, you turned your head slightly and spoke over your shoulder to the silent teen, “It’s not weak to ask for help, Bakugou. I wish I had asked for help sooner…”

And with that you went back to the rest of the class just in time to watch Todoroki freeze the entire building.

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[myheroacademia-headcanons]

Please create a scenario that starts with this line: "Tokoyami did you lay this egg?"

“Tokoyami, did you lay this egg?” Iida barked as Tokoyami entered the common room, making it the second or third weirdest greeting he’d received. It certainly was an interesting way to start the morning.

Tokoyami stared blankly for a moment, then began looking around as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes. The majority of the class was gathered around a couch in a semicircle, fixated on a single cushion. In the middle, there was an egg about the size of a softball, but more oblong in shape.

The steady murmurs of his classmates subsided as Tokoyami approached the egg. He inspected it, wondering what sort of creature could have laid such a thing, but observation did not yield any answers. “Where did this come from?” He asked.

“That’s what we’re asking you!” Kirishima replied.

“You’re the only bird big enough to make something like that.” Mineta replied, shrugging as if it was obvious.

“Not true, there are many varieties of avian that could create such an egg.” Momo replied frankly.

Questions and comments continued to buzz about the room, growing louder than previously. Finally, Iida’s voice cut through the crowd, addressing Tokoyami directly. “So what you’re saying is you have no knowledge of where this egg came from?”

“Correct.” Tokoyami replied, matter of factly.

“Well if you didn’t, then where did it come from?” Kaminari asked.

The room became lively once more, having quieted down when Iida spoke. Everyone seemed to have their own theories, and nobody seemed to know what to do.

“Calm down everyone, there must be a logical explanation.” Iida began. Once the class had quieted down he continued. “Here is the plan, we will wake the rest of the class and alert them to the situation. Yaoyorozu will alert the teachers. Kouda will be in charge of the egg, and the rest of you will go about your business as normal, helping when asked. Meanwhile Midoriya and myself will take a lap around campus to try and find the mother or the nest. Does that sound acceptable?” Everyone nodded upon his conclusion, beginning their tasks. “Excellent, now.. Has anyone seen Midoriya?”

“Why don’t you check his room?” Uraraka suggested. “I can go with you- uh, if you want.”

“Sure, let’s go.”

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Uraraka and Iida knocked on Midoriya’s door, but there was no response. Iida knocked again. “Midoriya! Are you in there? We have a situation!” Still there was no response.

Iida knocked a third time and the door swung open, revealing an empty room.

“Huh, I guess he’s not home.” Ochako reasoned.

“Curious…” Iida commented, looking pensively off into the distance.

“Hey you two!” A friendly voice shouted to them, causing them to turn around. They were greeted by a smiling midoriya in shorts and a t-shirt, a towel draped over his shoulders.

“Midoriya, where have you been?” Iida asked. “We have a situation in the dorm.”

“Sorry, I had to shower after my morning run.” Midoriya replied, scratching the back of his head embarrassedly. “Did I miss something?”

“I’ll explain to the whole group once we’re back in the common room.” Iida replied, walking back the way they had came.

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Upon arriving in the common room, the three of them were greeted with a rather odd scene. Tokoyami had the pillow in his lap, hugging the egg. A very groggy Todoroki sat to his right, and an anxious Kouda sat to his left.

“Remember to keep it warm, make sure you hold it gently.” Kouda whispered to him.

“Here, I’ll keep it warm.” Todoroki mumbled, as his left side started steaming.

“No, that’s too warm!” Kouda panicked quietly, trying to push Todoroki away.

Other students were spread around the room, presenting various degrees of awakeness. Some muttering nervously or excitedly while others were coming to terms with the fact that they were awake.

“We have returned with Midoriya, have the rest of the students assembled?” Iida asked the group.

“Everyone except Bakugo is here.” Jirou replied.

“It’s best that way. I don’t think it would be safe for us to wake him.” Kirishima replied.

“Verywell, we will proceed to address the elephant in the room, or, the egg, rather.” Iida began. “Midoriya and I can begin our search for the nest.”

“Is that what all of this is about?” Midoriya asked. “The egg?”

“Yeah. We walked in this morning and it was just there.” Uraraka said.

“It was so big I just knew Tokoyami must’ve laid it.” Minetta stated, nodding with confidence.

“Oh, sorry to trouble everyone, but that’s not the case.” Said Midoriya. Everyone turned to him in silence. “You see, I caught it while I was on my morning run… I wasn’t able to put it back so I thought I’d bring it back and see if anyone could help me get it back to the nest.”

“I see, so you were the culprit.” Iida reasoned. “Next time you do something like that, please inform someone as not to create another incident.” Midoriya nodded. Iida then turned his attention to the rest of the class. “Now, who is willing to return the egg.”

“I think Uraraka and I should go.” Midoriya replied. Uraraka smiled in agreement.

Tokoyami rose still hugging the egg, Kouda in tow. “Let us depart then.” He replied.

And with that, the four students left the building.

#fumikage tokoyami #izuku midoriya #mod kendo #boku no hero academia scenario #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[emeraldotter]

doodles

#doodle #crappy art #furry deku :/ #i was imagining him as an adult. which just means slightly musclier lol #tokoyami fumikage #tokoyami turned me into an avian #bnha

[lordsister]

Mating Dance (Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader)

"Here we have the stoic Tokoyami Fumikage in its natural habitat. After a long week of overall aloofness and 'revelry in the dark,' the Tokoyami Fumikage may sleep for hours on end, letting down its guard in the safety of its nest." Biting your lip against the giggles that threatened to escape, you zoomed in on your boyfriend's sleeping face. He was so cute when he was sleeping, you couldn't resist filling up your phone storage with pictures and video of him.

All week, you had been putting together a sort of nature documentary on Tokoyami. Without him realizing it, you had taken videos of him eating, sparring, even just taking notes. You didn't know what you were going to do with it later but it sure was cute to see his face light up over and over again on video as he ate his favorite food, his black feathers fluffing up a little in contentment.

He would probably think you were a creep for doing this, but you couldn't help yourself! Your boyfriend was a cute little birb boy, how could you resist?

Sitting down with a soft giggle, you quietly leaned against the side of Tokoyami's bed, careful not to wake him up. It was a Saturday morning and you had come over to Tokoyami's house for a date, though it appeared your boyfriend hadn't set his alarm and overslept. Unlike other girls who might've gotten mad at their partners for something like this, you had done the opposite. When Tokoyami's mother had told you that he hadn't woken up yet you had jumped at the opportunity to add to your little documentary, agreeing eagerly when she asked if you wanted to wake him up.

Scrolling through the pictures you had taken, you screamed internally at how cute Tokoyami's bed-head was. Ruffled feathers sticking out at all angles...what you wouldn't give to run your fingers through it. Moving to another picture you noticed something that had previously escaped your notice in your energetic admiration for your adorable bird boy. Though Tokoyami's nest of blankets was mostly covering him, it looked like he was shirtless. Your smile disappeared and your eyes widened.

Dang...from what you could see...Tokoyami was ripped. Sure, you had seen him shirtless before at the pool and beach, but that had been in the company of your classmates where you couldn't exactly drool over him. But now...the two of you were alone. A mischievous smile appeared on your face.

"What are you doing, (y/n)?" Crap! You had been caught! Hurriedly shoving your phone in your pocket, you spun around to meet the open and very awake eyes of your boyfriend.

"Fumikage! Uh-I was-um...I came over for our date, but you were still sleeping, so I just..." you trailed off, not knowing what else to say as you scratched the back of your head awkwardly.  "Wh-" you swallowed and tried again. "When did you wake up?"

"A few minutes ago. What were you looking at on your-"

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" You averted your eyes awkwardly, turning away from him so he couldn't see the fierce blush on your cheeks as he sat up. There was no way he believed you.

"Were you taking more video of me for your little documentary?" You froze. He knew about it the whole time?!

"Y-You knew I was taking videos of you?! How did you even-? Why didn't you tell-?!"Turning back towards Tokoyami, you weren't prepared for the look on his avian face. Propping himself up on his arms, blankets pooled around his waist, Tokoyami was gazing at you tenderly, red eyes half-lidded and swirling with amusement.

"It was adorable to watch you."

"Still, you could've said something," you muttered with a slight pout.

"What would've been the fun in that?" Standing from his bed, Tokoyami stretched his arms above his head, chuckling when you blushed and looked away from his flexing muscles. You were more than admiring of the hard-earned physique your boyfriend had acquired, your bright blush obvious proof of that. Taking advantage of your distraction, Tokoyami reached forward swiftly and plucked your phone out of your pocket.

"Hey, wha-!? Fumi!!! Give it back!" Desperately trying to grab your phone back, Tokoyami simply dodged your mad lunges and searching fingers. You came close once, only to have your phone lifted high into the air by a suddenly summoned Dark Shadow.

"Here we have the stoic-" "NOOOOO!!!" Hearing the last video you had taken begin to play, you threw caution to the wind and full on tackled him. Tokoyami let out a grunt, the air knocked out of him as the two of you landed on the bed, you on top of him.

"HA! Got it!" Taking advantage of Tokoyami's momentarily stunned state, you snatched your phone out of his hand, sitting up and pausing the video before your embarrassment could grow any further. Your relief lasted about ten seconds before you realized what position you were in. You were straddling Tokoyami's lap, him staring up at you with wide, surprised eyes. For a moment, you simply stared at each other, both surprised and unsure about what to do next. Blinking, you broke the spell, rapid apologies spilling from your lips as you scrambled off of him.

"Sorry, Fumi-kun," you repeated, turning around and bringing your hands up to cover your tomato-colored cheeks. Instead of replying, Tokoyami wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"Don't worry about it, (y/n). That was the farthest thing from unpleasant for me, though I do have something to say about the little documentary you've put together." You gulped, feeling him shift behind you so his beak was next to you're ear. "Doesn't every documentary show some sort of mating dance?" he murmured lowly in your ear.

An unintelligible "huh?" was all you could squeak out as your legs just about gave out from underneath you. How were you supposed to answer that? "U-usually they d-do, but I'm not-I don't-Fumikage!" Your boyfriend had moved his hands to your hips, drawing small circles with his fingers. Your face felt like it was about to burst into flames, as you felt him press his bare chest against your back.

"Can I show you my mating dance, (y/n)?" For a moment,you could only stand there in his arms, your heart beating in your ears. By no means were you stunned, however. It was the opposite, in fact, your heart swelling in your chest with love for the boy behind you. Taking your silence as a sign of discomfort, Tokoyami began to pull away.

"Yes." Your sudden answer made him stop.

"What?"

"Yes, Tokoyami." Facing him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. "Show me your mating dance." Responding immediately, Tokoyami's hands traced up and down your sides as he began a gentle sway. His name left your lips as a sigh as he began nibbling gently at the soft skin of your neck and ear. Making almost imperceptible movements, Tokoyami led you around the room in lazy circles, charming you and drawing soft moans from you the entire time.

Feeling the backs of your knees hit the bed, your eyes opened to gaze into Tokoyami's red ones, looking for a signal as to what would come next. Tokoyami pressed his bird lips to yours in a soft kiss, drawing a soft gasp from you as he picked you up bridal style. Yes, as you had told the other 1-A girls, Tokoyami could, in fact, kiss you even though he had a beak. Taking advantage of your slightly open mouth, Tokoyami probed for access, never breaking the kiss even as he fell onto the bed with you.

For a few moments, the two of you simply kissed, progressing in passion. Your hands traveled from his muscled torso, to his shoulders, to his neck, until you were finally able to run your fingers through his feathery bed-head, further disheveling it. The need for air growing by the second, you both pulled away, half-lidded eyes meeting as you panted. Tokoyami caught his breath first, giving you a rare, beautiful smile.

"Tell me, (y/n). Did you enjoy my mating dance? Have I charmed you into being mine"

"You have no idea, Fumikage. I'm more than charmed, though I was yours the whole time."

The rich laugh you received in reply vibrated through his chest, making you weak. "I love you, (y/n)."

Pulling him close once more, you gave him a quick kiss and answered, "I love you too, Tokoyami Fumikage."

A/N: Tokoyami needs more love. I do not own My Hero Academia or any of its characters. Thanks for reading!^^

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BNHA Supernatural AU

I finally got around to it! I already had it planned but i kept putting it off!

Aizawa Shouta: A potions master/alchemist

In the anime, Aizawa’s quirk is mostly combat-based, which is reflected in the class. His position as an underground hero also helps since potion masters, while mostly support, can be assassins like Aizawa. He uses his potions, like his quirk, offensively in situations where it would be better used as defensive. He has way to much pride for that shit. He uses his potions as bombs and traps instead of healing like a potion master normally would. For this, he is very respected by the few people that know of his existence since he’s kinda a hermit. The alchemy part is just more scientific side of potion making, for those who don’t know. And let me clear this up before people start yelling at me. NO, Aizawa is not a witch, wizard, or mage in any way. There are plants that gained magical attributes by being in a close proximity to, or being cultivated by magical species. He uses these magic plants in his potions and mixes them to get a desired effect. It’s a lot like chemistry or cooking really. sorry for schpealing.

Yamada Hizashi: A siren. It’s the only real magical creature with voice related powers.(i know Shinsou has a voice-related quirk to but i got something in mind for him). Sirens are supposedly beautiful men and women with hypnotic voices that lure sailors to their deaths but singing about the one thing they truly desire. Of course, the beauty of most sirens is only on the surface, as they can turn ugly and fish-like when royally pissed. Most sirens are cold, vain, and only care about themselves. When Toshinori was travelling by ship somewhere, his ship wrecked and he was found by Hizashi’s pod(a group if sirens). He was the only one that didn’t want to drown or eat Toshinori, so in the dead of night Hizashi took him back to the main land, and came on land with him. After years of never really talking to anyone but Toshinori, the lovable goof introduced Hizashi to his best friend Aizawa. It immediately became his new favorite hobby to bug Aizawa about EVERYTHING. He’s but Toshinori to, but the blodne was very tolerant since he was already dealing with a very young and very curious Izuku.

Yagi Toshinori: The greatest wizard of the age, and role model to many young mages and warriors. After years of helping people, it was getting harder to preform bigger feats of magic, but he kept going. On the side, while not travelling, he found a family in the Midoriyas, a mother and son who the father had abandoned after finding the baby didn’t have his mother’s angel wings. Yes i made Inko an angel, well half-angel, but only cause it fits like heck. Smooches from me for the mido-mom. He helped a young Inko raise Izuku while teaching him magic to be his successor. The rest is history.

Kayama Nemuri: A SUCCubus. You know why. Her backstory is basically she tried to get into Aizawa’s pants after happening upon his hideout for thst sweet life energy, but got bitch-slapped but a tired as hell potions master instead. Is still actively trying to get into Aizawa’s pants as a joke, and so she can make sure we won’t cheat in Hizashi. She need to protecc loud tol bean.#protecctheloudtolbean.

Shuzenji Chiyo: A healer mage. A healer mage, for those who don’t know, are practitioners of magic that focus on medicinal spells and potions. I could’ve made her a nymph but decided against it since nymphs don’t fucking age.

Todoroki Enji; The vampire king. I fucking hate myself for giving the asshole this much power but it fits the character to well. And cause Rei would be a boss ass queen if he didn’t shatter her mind and sanity, causing her to give Shoto his scar. Fuck this dude.#Reideservesbetter. Anyway, he runs the kingdom of the vampires and seems like a just and fair ruler to his subjects. But under that ruse is a monster. A monster that has mentally and physically tortured, beaten, and ruined the lives of his family. He tried to kill Izuku when he found out he and Shoto were a thing. So a big fuck you to this guy. I also may have made Hawks his right-hand man cause Hawksdeavor, but mainly cause i just don’t like hawks. He’s a avian like Tokoyami in this AU. 

I’m done. I’ll do the villians in another post. Have a good day and if anyone form BNHA ever happens to read this, tell Endeavor i said fuck you.

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[emeraldotter]

burd

#doodle #crappy art #tokoyami turned me into an avian

[emeraldotter]

there there

#doodle #crappy art #tokoyami fumikage #bnha #tokoyami turned me into an avian #rare grayscale piece from me #update: got rejected from the zine lads

[emeraldotter]

cool

#doodle #crappy art #emeraldotter's deer obsession continues #boi #tokoyami turned me into an avian