Yes, Yes, Its A Fucked Up Illustration Of Mammons Shittiness, But I Need To Point Out The Hilarious Details:

Yes, yes, it’s a fucked up illustration of Mammon’s shittiness, but I need to point out the hilarious details: “Incumming call” and obviously, “pick up” + “pick up ya cunt”

Venomous is so fucking beautiful. And chaotic neutral. I love him. I love his gay ass so much. He’s such a dad. So daddy. A literal sugar daddy. A silly even.

Izuku knows how to keep Eri from killing him. He knows how to withstand her quirk. He knows how he can protect her. Still, he hesitates, braces himself, if only for a moment.

It’s going to hurt.

Deku activates his quirk.

Full Cowling 100%: It’s blue-green light bending and blasting off his form. It’s all the casual power All Might ever had and more, held wielded in his unsteady hand. Tremors consume him under the sheer magnitude of this compounded strength, even as it slips from his control like water in his palms.

It’s only a second; the promise of everything he could be, everything he could do for people.

And then it shatters.

The burst of golden energy, the solidity of the child at his back. He feels it. And then he doesn’t.

Because, his world is exploding.

His bones break, an unmistakable feeling, then they piece themselves back together, smoothing out like an ironed sheet. His skin unravels, his muscles mincing, his blood splattering. And then they all just race back into place like a snapped rubber band. His skull and everything inside is pulsing as it pops like a balloon, lapsing his perception into blinks of nothing. It’s more than he ever expected. More than he thinks he can handle.

But, he has to. Deku has to. For Eri.

He won’t fail her again.

The pain is overwhelming for the first few seconds. He holds his tongue to keep from screaming, grits his teeth as he tries to sync his quirk to Eri’s. He wrangles enough control to let it fluctuate, dropping and raising to her own lack of control.

And let it never be said that Izuku Midoriya had anything less than an extreme tolerance for pain, because it only took those first few seconds of fighting to stand, before the pain of his constantly breaking body became background noise.

Deku takes a step, a walking mosaic. And he flies.

Revisiting a lot of old high school projects. I might start actually putting stuff about them on here. That’ll be motivation to work on them maybe?? I’ll feel more obligated to do stuff on them??? That’s probably how it works

I keep writing really shitty characters, getting slightly enamored with their complexity, and then wanting to write them as better in a different context, as though the shit I wrote them doing elsewhere isn’t an absolute dealbreaker as far as liking the character goes…

The first time I read loveless, I sat there, like I’m not ace so I’m not vibing with all of Georgia’s bs. I just kept going she’s so dumb and stupid and oblivious and can’t figure out all this obvious shit. Meanwhile, I’m nodding along to every time she goes, “but people don’t actually think like that-“, thinking back to all the times I’ve ‘corrected’ the definition of sexual attraction with, “yeah, but not actually obviously”. I’m sat here yelling at a book character to look anything up ever, as I sit here having not realized romantic attraction was real until I hit 18. I’m cringing and wincing with Georgia as Rooney explains how the allosexual masturbate and am experiencing Georgia’s entire crisis in real time. So um. Turns out I thought Georgia was a dumbass oblivious zero brain cells shitty representation bitch. But the real shitty representation was inside me all along-