The league, all doing side jobs to save up money bc they’re broke.
Tomura: “Alright, everyone throw in what you’ve made so far.”
Spinner, who took up window washing: “I actually ended up making a decent amount, since I cut the cost of having to rent scaffolding equipment because of my quirk.”
Twice: “Me and my doubles mowed so many lawns! Weirdly enough, they paid more when I did it shirtless.”
Mr. Compress: “I did some street performances! I attracted quite the crowd with my magic.”
Toga: “Babysitting worked out pretty well and I only lost the kids a couple of times!”
Dabi, sitting down a massive stack of cash.
Tomura: “Where the hell did you get all of that from?”
Dabi: “I started an OnlyFans.”
Everyone loves the real ending of mha
Trying an animatic thingy for villain au! Here's the rough first draft ~~
cr: the song is Gold, Guns, Girls by Metric
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Listen, this is hauting me, I keep closing my eyes and imagining all the scenarios in which they got to this point so here, have a little thing:
Uh no TW but I'd say Mature Rated bc they are Horny™️ so,,, yea
Anyway
Three times Dabi caught Shiggy working out and one time he helped
I'd say I'm i m m e r s e d by the fic. Truly a great way to wake up to. Made me all DABI MOVE IT'S MY TURN OMFG 😩🫠🥹💦💜💙💜💙💜💙💜
Oh look it's my fic!!
Still makes me giggle from all the love y'all send my way for this ❤️ so happy that you liked!!!
"Too hot"
I find it hilarious how BNHA Stage Play Shigaraki is just venting about his issues while holding Midoriya like the stress toy or like Jake Gyllenhaal swinging around a ferret 😂
*thinking about my sweet baby angel 🥰*
the angel in question:
24/7 nonstop
Dabi: staring at Tomura's 🍑 all day
Mr. Compress: Haha someone's thirsty
Dabi: I'm not thirsty.
Dabi: I'm hungry.
Requesting some Daylight (Shigaraki) for WIP Wednesday please!
Here you go! Uh TW body horror? And blood
Put under the cut just in case
some Daylight for Wip Wednesday, please!
Here you go~
He couldn't see what happened first, the kid grabbing his ankle or the liquid finally reaching out to him, pooling around his feet as if attracted to his shadow. Either way, the effect was the same, the gray creeping up his legs in a spiderweb pattern that he knew far too well, the skin cracking and breaking into a thousand particles of dust. "What the fuck-" "I told you to not touch it," the kid said again, those haunted dark eyes glaring at Shigaraki, as if bored by his despair, unbothered by his screams as his legs decayed. "Now he's going to get here even faster."