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"It's pretty late for you to be out."

Street kids + one very tired underground hero

(please do not repost, reblogs are super cool tho)

More Instagram requests !! There's like +60 to go I'm slow as all hell but I'll get to them all 😎💕

I'm honestly having so much fun making these since it gives me an excuse to draw characters I usually don't !!

I like being able to have a chance to make people happy, even if it's a bit and only for a small moment. That's the reason why I make art !! So I hope I was able to make the people who requested them smile ^^

it’s the perfect capture scarf <3

Happy Pride Month y'all!! 💖🧡💛💚💙💜

I doodle a ship from My Hero Academia and then I’ll vanish again until another random thought gets stuck in my head and I must put it on paper. Or I could turn some of my sketches to digital pieces. Depending on motivation. : P

Draw yo OTP, yall!!!

whole bunch of dekus

timlapse:

shinso: violence isn't the answer. midoriya: you’re right, shinso. shinso: yeah. midoriya: violence is the question. shinso: shinso: wait what- midoriya, bolting away: and the answer is YES. shinso, running after him: NO-

Shinsou: I can't find it

Todoroki: What are you looking for

Shinsou: My happiness

Midoriya, walking in with his hand stuck in a peanut butter jar: Hey can someone help me tie my shoe

Shinsou: Never mind I found it

If you do Shinsou for MerMay? I would be super jazzed

The boy, using his siren voice extremely practically

Made this as an excuse to draw Shinsou's hair down flat.

Shinsou doesn't even know why Hizashi is being so emotional, but he's used to it, and doesn't question it anymore.

Quick little picture of the erasermic family.

My HC is Hizashi likes to brush Shinsou's hair to match his highschool self's hair style lol.

She loves them very much

This takes place in my single fathers AU again hehe

Just dads being gushy for each other

This takes place in my single fathers AU

my favourite 'busted-ass all might wannabe' 🫶🤭

he's grown up sm :(((((((

villain deku

Izuku has 50 ao3 tabs open 🤫

Early mornings together before long days and nights, that hero life is tough

(please do not repost- reblogs are appreciated tho)

shinsou <3

deku !!

Kid Hitoshi starts Aldera, and he already knows it’s going to be the same as every other middle school he’s been shoved in after he gets bounced to a new house. The teacher says his name and quirk like they’re spitting out poison, most of the students shrink back like he’s going to attack them right there, and he’s directed to the only empty desk in the room in the far back and separated from all other desks except one shoved in the back corner with a head of green curls bent low over a notebook.

One of the kids tries to trip him on the way back to his desk, Hitoshi flashes his teeth, just because he can, just because they haven’t put the muzzle on him yet.

His desk neighbor doesn’t look up from their notebook as he sits down and pulls out his own notebook. If he looks close enough out of the corner of his eye he can see words carved into their desk.

Deku.

Useless.

Die.

He feels sick. He wants to open his mouth and force all of them to tell them who carved those words. He wants to help.

No one ever helped him. He doubted anyone had helped them either.

Then someone calls him a villain as they walk past to grab something from the shelves in the back of the room. Then those green curls shift and burning green eyes narrow on their classmate.

“I don’t think he’s a villain.”

Simple. Easy. Words that Hitoshi had all but given up on hearing years ago.

“Shut up, Deku!” The kid snapped, kicking the green kid’s desk hard enough that the legs on the ancient thing creak and groan.

The teacher doesn’t look back at them. They never do. Not for people like Hitoshi. Not for people like this green kid either.

Looking at them, Hitoshi decides that ‘fuck it’ is a perfectly viable option at the end of the day.

“Did your parents drop you or something? Is that why you’re stupid and ugly?”

The cold bite of the muzzle was worth it for the smile the green kid gave him when the bully jumped on another desk and started a jerky, awkward dance. Was worth it for the scrap of paper tossed on his desk when the teacher turned his back with a rather unflattering caricature of their teacher doodled on the front, all pinched and more than a little insect-like, that had him pillowing his head on his folded arms laughing with barely audibly little huffs of breath. The paper he passed back was just two words. Two words that would start a friendship to last years.

Shinsou Hitoshi.

He got another blinding smile and two words written in eye burningly green pen.

Midoriya Izuku.