Izuku Midoriya Tag Drop.

Izuku Midoriya Tag Drop.

( izuku // gallery. ) ( izuku // drabble. ) ( izuku // starter. ) ( izuku // meme replies. ) ( izuku // thread. ) ( izuku // worldbuilding. ) ( izuku // headcanon. )

verses. ( izuku // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever happened recently in canon (according to the mun) ( izuku // v.ii ) - Takes place during the events that lead up to his inheriting of One For All. ( izuku // v.iii ) - Takes place anywhere from the Entrance Exams Arc to the Summer Forest Training Camp. ( izuku // v.iv ) - Takes place from the kidnapping of Bakugou to the Rise of Heroes Arc. ( izuku // v.v ) - Takes place during the Pro Hero Arc to the end of the Paranormal Liberation War Arc. ( izuku // v.vi ) - Takes place during the beginning of the Final Saga where Izuku leaves UA at the start of his second year until... whenever the manga gets to another phase. :’D

Marius von Hagen tag dump. Looks specifically at cece because catboy. Nods.

( marius // gallery. ) ( marius // drabble. ) ( marius // starter. ) ( marius // meme replies. ) ( marius // thread. ) ( marius // worldbuilding. ) ( marius // headcanon. )

verses. ( marius // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever current chapters / cards flexible. Will also be “verse-less” for those of specific fandoms. Works as a catch all verse for a multitude of fandoms. ( marius // v.ii ) - takes place in his childhood when he was under vigorous studies and lessons from both his family and education while striving to find balance with his discovery of art. Selective, requires plotting. ( marius // v.iii ) - his high school years. ( marius // v.iv ) - takes place between chapters 1 - 5.

𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐈, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 [ dualgraced. ]

    It’s been nearly three months. Sixty some odd days since people began dying on the streets. Thugs and small-timers that her agency had no official record of ever having done anything, but in the aftermath of their brutal deaths the evidence was all laid out beautifully.

    Almost too conveniently. 

    Worse yet, the killer never leaves anything of themselves behind. No hair, not even a boot print despite all the blood, which drowns out any scent they might’ve left behind. Each scene is almost too much for Aibi’s senses, trained to pick it up from further away, but with a room practically bathed in it, she makes the rookie move of emptying her stomach outside of the first one. The police can’t fault her for it, as most of them took one look and needed the rest of the day off.

    After three months of it, they finally catch their target on video. Despite the gruesome scene, her eyes are trained on him. The Commission info dumps what little they have, but a name is all that sticks. Warbringer. Sitting back in her chair, she realizes his name isn’t just to strike fear. He has brought a war to their streets, a war of factions. Though what faction he’s working for isn’t obvious, given none of the ones he’s killed seem to be connected. There had to be more to it.

    Two more months of dead-ends and banging her head against walls to find him before she enlists the help of Hawks and his agency. Perhaps a view from the sky above would find a new angle. With the addition of the number 3 hero, they find a piece of torn cloth from him. Aibi hasn’t let it out of her possession, learning every nuance of it’s scent and coming to know it almost better than her own.

    Warbringer’s kill counter is now 56.

    The wolf hero has chased his scent for a couple weeks now, each instance having slipped away as she tries not to get herself injured in the process. Was he indestructible?! How was he getting away like this?

    This time, however, she isn’t letting him get away. She’s hyperfocused as she bounds after him, large paws gaining ground on him. He takes a small side street, leaving her shifting to run on two feet to desperately follow.

    Her clouded mind doesn’t realize he’s there to kill more, nor is she aware the building they’re closing in on is owned by a small group of would-be villains.

        The name itself means nothing to the man, but it’s aptly fitting for a man who grew up in the streets of war. A child soldier, something his country exploited and used for the sake of pushing their agenda forward. He who named him is a man with nigh snide grin, manipulated, broke, and regenerated his body until he met the cruel man’s wishes. He only gave him what he wanted, in the end, and only found that he may be his downfall.

        And he made a mistake. A piece of his clothing had gotten torn in a scuffle with a perpetrator and he’s contemplated numerous times to steal that piece of evidence or set it on fire. No, it was more efficient to set it aflame, which he did as no one seemed to notice when he infiltrated the agency. However, it’s too late by then and this particular agency has a person with a lupine quirk.

        Unfortunate for him is when this agency even went as far as to collaborate with Hawks’ Agency, the number 3 hero in Japan’s current hero rankings. More hurdles he needed to cross as he worked to clean up the mess in Japan on the Emperor’s orders.

        This next particular mission ought to be simple, he thinks, stowing the helmet in a secure and safe location when it seems to be malfunctioning. What a day that it decides to do so, but he’ll have to make do and makes a mental note to look at it when the mission finishes. This little group of people should be quick, numbering only five men, altogether. And, damn, the hero that’s been chasing him for the last several weeks is bounding down an alleyway in this direction as she follows him.

        For a moment, he weighs his options before his body moves. 

        Today, he isn’t wearing his typical uniform and instead, has opted to wear a black skin-tight t-shirt with black cargo pants. Discovering that he’s been relatively mess-free whenever he takes on missions of groups below five, it’s probable that he wouldn’t have been injured. With boxing gloves to complete the look, he jumps down the side of the building and lands on the ground to continue the fluid motion.

        He ducks into an alleyway to make her smaller than the wolf form, but as he runs past a building, the smell of gunpowder sets him on alert. His blue eye zooms and begins to flicker through the tell-tale signs of explosives, set up all around the building. The people in the building, seemingly to have recognized the lupine hero and their impending doom, blows up the building in an explosive rumble in an attempt to take him down. And he idly wonders if she’s been so focused on chasing him that she doesn’t notice the building that’s collapsing around her. He skids to a stop and turns, immediately running back to her.

        It’s too much of a risk for him to kick away the building and it’s too much risk to punch the falling debris that’s falling around her. He reacts quickly and yanks the lupine female to his chest as he takes the brunt of the damage to his back and head. The building falls quickly around them and he takes a knee when the full weight of tons of concrete crash into him with the additional force of gravity. And he takes another as more weight comes bearing down.

        It’s another few terrifying seconds before the building finally settles a bit, random small debris rumbling and falling around them in between the cracks. And after the dust has cleared a little, he flicks his gaze around the area they’re in. There’s no space, only enough for him to sit upright and lean against the building and her in his lap.

        Lovely.

        He finally speaks after more of the debris and dust settles. ❝Are you alright?❞ he asks. He quickly takes a mental catalogue of his body and notes that he should’ve been crushed and that his back and bones ought to be broken. He has a fracture in his skull, but it’s already healing before he even makes a note of it. It seems most of his healing is targeted at his back, spine, and legs.

          ❝...❞ Noctis simply arches a questioning brow.

                  “ … “

Luke Pearce tag drop.

( luke // gallery. ) ( luke // drabble. ) ( luke // starter. ) ( luke // meme replies. ) ( luke // thread. ) ( luke // worldbuilding. ) ( luke // headcanon. )

verses. ( luke // v.i ) - default verse, post whatever current chapters / cards flexible. ( luke // v.ii ) - takes place in his childhood when he was under Rose’s care. Selective, requires plotting. ( luke // v.iii ) - takes place during his time training in his undercover mission during the eight years away from Stellis. ( luke // v.iv ) - takes place between chapters 1 - 5. ( luke // v.v ) - pending verse tags.

「 ♩♫ 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜-𝑘𝑢𝑛 | madeofsouls. ♩♫ 」

@yiqiannian​ asked: Utau is managing to come up with the idea just for Christmas. A present before he leaves for his week long study at a Hero Agency. How she found the courage, almost a miracle, is something that keeps her going. Her heart beats fast when she comes up to their dorm, entering to excited classmates setting up decorations with Aizawa-sensei off to the side with Eri talking to Midoriya.

    It takes a few moments longer before the class realizes they have another guest among them. With none of her friends there to shield herself behind, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu helping her out with Iida enforcing that they shouldn’t crowd her. Most of them have seen her by now and shared greetings. However, Ashido giggles.

    “Todoroki-kun~ someone’s here to see you!”

    Utau turns pink, her hair down and lightly styled—pretty and out of her face with faint waves. She clutches the bag close to her chest, hiding the little present inside, wrapped in the same navy blue color as his hero uniform.                           》unprompted! always welcome

    Shouto never had much attachment to holidays. They were celebrated, but only really tolerated on his and Natsuo’s part for their sister. Some times Endeavor joined in, but thankfully his work kept him busy and out of their hair. That man didn’t deserve more celebration and praise.

    Feeling the tinsel in his hand start to melt, he passes it off to the closest person to him and begins to walk away. He needs a distraction before he actually catches on fire in frustration.

    It’s as he shoves his hands in his pockets that someone calls for him. Expecting to find the subject of his irritation coming for a visit, Shouto instead finds the one girl in his life that brings him any measure of peace. A slight smile tugs at his lips as he heads towards her, unclenching his jaw and forcing himself to just relax. Utau was like a rabbit, she’d sense the tension in his posture and be uncomfortable. He wasn’t about to cause any panic in her as he had before.

    “Hey, Utau-chan. I’m glad you could join us.” 

    By now, he knows that she doesn’t like to speak, especially around so many people. “Do you want to… help me prepare tea for everyone?” It’s the first thing he can think of, despite it not being what he was about to do.

        Her gaze lifts to the taller boy when he approaches her. There’s a faint heat that’s radiating off of him that she only tightens her hold on the present to her chest. Utau quizzically watches him, wondering what’s made him angry, even if he’s forced himself to relax.

        She gives him a small nod when he greets her. She makes another nod again when he asks for her help to make tea. Following him into the shared dormitory kitchen where she imagines the tea and tea sets are, the quiet of the kitchen calms her anxiety some, but doesn’t lessen the nerves she has in giving him a present. Still, he’s warm compared to how cold it is outside that she follows after him to keep to his warm side.

        The kitchen is quiet, muffled by walls that the excitable noises outside in the main room feels far away. Now, even if she speaks up, her soft voice is still easy to hear. She’s been in the kitchen before so she reaches around to pull out the teapot and the appropriate tea leaves, handing it to him. It’s only when she’s watching him prepare the tea that she gently tugs on his sleeve, standing close that she peers up.

        ❝Shouto-kun,❞ she whispers, blushing as she suddenly looks down. It’s almost as if the imaginary bunny ears have appeared as she frets in place. It takes a few moments longer before she offers him the gift. Her voice is barely audible when she squeaks out, ❝Merry Christmas.❞

        There, she managed to give him the gift and now her heart is about to explode. And her face is burning from her nerves alone.