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If I were to describe my OCs Mizumi and Bashira in nutshell, I would say “Shojo protagonists trapped in a shonen”.

Mizumi: Why does Orion call you “babygirl”?

Sakana: How about we stop talking for a while.

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Mizumi dealing with Sakana’s simps be like:

Mizumi dealing with Sakana’s simps be like:

The Mizuiro family usually celebrates Thanksgiving alongside the Fontaines (Selene’s family) every November. During her time at U.A. (Japan has school during November), Mizumi gets homesick and misses her family’s cooking. To cheer her up, 1-A (along with 1-B (with the help of Pony)) sets up a feast for her.

Would Mizumi beat Class B (+ Mei) in a fight?

Remember this post? I thought about doing a Class B (and Mei) version for a whole while, but haven't put it down yet until now due to life. But anyway, on with the beatdowns!

Yosetsu A.: Yes. All he does is weld shit. Even if he welds a weapon made of metal, Mizumi would power spray it to rust it. Also speaking of the weapon, they would be in a melee battle.

Sen K.: This is gonna be a doozy. He's gonna spin her round and round like a record (baby, right 'round, 'round, 'round~).

Togaru K.: She would get lots of cuts from his razor-sharp blades.

Shihai K.: Kuroiro's unexpected as hell, so no.

Itsuka K.: Kendou's stronger than her and she would grab her legs (actual legs or tail) and repeatedly slam her to the ground, so no.

Yui K.: No because Mizumi would not notice a large object coming down if she didn't move fast.

Kinoko K.: Kinoko might nearly kill her a la Tokoyami.

Ibara S.: Let's hope Mizumi can dodge and stab her vines.

Jurota S.: Mizumi's gonna run away before she even fights Jurota in his Quirk-activated form.

Nirengeki S.: Yes? (I dunno how would she win against Nirengeki.)

Pony T.: Mizumi's gonna whack her horns with her trident or dodge them.

Kosei T.: She's gonna get trapped in one of his airboxes.

Tetsutetsu T.: See Kirishima in the post linked above. Plus, iron can rust.

Setsuna T.: She would get freaked out from her body splitting. But I think it's a maybe.

Manga F.:

Juzo H.: Even a fish-like person like her would get confused about how the ground feels like mud out of nowhere.

Kojiro B: Water can remove glue, so yeah.

Neito M.: Oh dear god, the moment y'all waited for. If he copies her Quirk, I dunno who would win. But if he didn't, depends on how strong someone else's Quirk he copied, I'd say maybe?

Reiko Y.: If Mizumi didn't move fast, she would kinda get irritated from flying small objects. But she could splash them away, so I guess it's a yes.

Hiryu R.: Thanks to her acrobatic skills, she could try to dodge the incoming scales. She would also splash them away or block them with her trident.

Mei H.: If her inventions are powered by electricity, she might douse them to electrocute her. If not, Mizumi's either fucked or try to destroy them with her trident.

I forgot to mention that I created villain OCs for My Hero Academia. They are:

Guadalupe “Lupe” Gonzalez: Lupe is a chill and easy-going , yet grungy Afro-Latino-British boy. But when push comes to shove, he’s really impulsive, hot-blooded, and violent. He was called villainous due to his Quirk, which lead to him snapping. He has a grungy aesthetic. His Quirk is Wolf, meaning he has wolf-like anatomy and abilities (enhanced senses of hearing and smell. It also gives him wolf features like wolf ears, tail, fangs, and claws. And yes, his British nationality and his wolf Quirk is a reference to Werewolves of London.

Nailah Mostafah: Nailah is a beautiful, mysterious, charismatic, and graceful yet passionate, mischievous, arrogant, and snobby Egyptian girl. She is a notorious thief and wants to be treated like royalty (I will go further deeper in this). She’s also a huge fashionista. She has a preppy/royal/baddie/McBling aesthetic. Her Quirk is Bandage, which means she can envelop herself or others in light gold bandages that can be magically manipulated.

Adam: Adam is a stoic boy. His Quirk is an Electric Quirk. Okay, admittedly, I haven’t been giving him focus. I was too busy imagining stuff for Lupe and Nailah, and less about him. I couldn’t even decide a surname for him or what ethnicity he is (thought about making him European, but at this point, idk).

As you can see, they all have a monster motif. Lupe is a werewolf, Nailah is a mummy, and Adam is Frankenstein’s monster. They are around the same age as Himiko Toga.

Saizo lives in a very nice house with a pool, hot tub, ans Jacuzzi so please imagine the other Mizuiro siblings trying to come with Sakana to his place so they can use his hot tub or Jacuzzi

Oh, man. Where do I start? I just know that the other Mizuiro sibs are gonna beg Sakana to hell and back until she relents and lets them in the jacuzzi.

Don’t Let Me Fall (Too Far From Grace)

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cw: Major religious trauma for Y/n, enjoy. Swears, violence, cults, misogyny, self-mutilation, public abuse, parental abuse, attempted murder, self-defense, poison

A/n: a short glimpse into the makings of dadzawa; with an angsty Y/n religious quirk struggle

 summary: There’s a part of Shouta that hates his job. While he can handle the annoying brats, unstable quirks, rude comments, life-threatening danger, and annoying hours, there’s just some things not even Shouta could tolerate.  There’s a girl in his class. She’s nice but a little too quiet for it to sit right. He’s a teacher, been one for years and was a hero for much longer-- He knows the signs when he sees them.

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“Brother Haruka,”

“Father Y/l/n; it’s always a pleasure.” Clasped forearms greeted one another, eye to eye they examined the other. Smiles filled each room and yet the tension was so thick, thick, thick; she looked to her mother but found a void in her place.

It crept into Y/n’s throat like sludge, chocking on the breath that filled her lungs as she swallowed for the fiftieth time that service. The eyes that followed, the eyes that glared, the eyes that widened, all at her, at her, at her. She kept her head down. 

The family of five- a strong pastor father, the beautiful but sickly motherly wife, the silent eldest son, and the perfect youngest daughter. And Y/n, lost somewhere in the mess of facades they seemed to exchange so rapidly.

Or maybe lost was the wrong word, seeing as everyone could find her, the daughter of the pastor, the picture-perfect symbol of what they stood for, quirkless, pure, devine; up until four months ago. 

Four months ago, when her world changed.

1-A kept a keen eye on Y/n, her silent passing and downcast eyes demanded attention from the rowdy bunch, but it was her appearance that caught them off guard the most. 

Denki had asked about them once, resulting in a panic attack and mute classmate which lasted a week before she would speak in a quiet, fragile tone. It got worse before it got better. 

She could feel them-- the eyes, eyes, eyes. Following her, ridiculing her, judging her. It broke Shouta’s heart.

“She’s just a girl, our little girl,”

“It’s a heathen!”

“She’s done nothing wrong,”

“It’s got horns god bless me!”

“Dear, she’s still our Y/n, our little angel,”

Her knees were pulled to her chest, listening silently at the top of the stairs to the hushed and not so hidden argument of her parents. Y/n’s father damning her, and her mom, desperately trying to cling to her life.

“That thing’s no angel-- it’s the devil.”

“What are you doing out here, kid?”  Aizawa cringed inside watching the girls entire body stiffen. 

“I’m sorry sir, I'll go back inside.” Her wide eyes became fixed on the floor, shoulders slouched but still full of twisted anxiety.

“You’re not in trouble, Y/l/n.”

“I’m not?” Her face stayed down, but she was finally looking directly at him, so Shouta counted this as a win.

“No,” he walked to the railing she had previously been leaning against, “There’s no rules against being on the rooftop. I just thought you might get cold.” He gestured to her head when he said that, causing her to flinch softly.

“I see.”

She still scurried away, leaving the concerned teacher by himself on the rooftop.

The horns that began to grew from the front corners of Y/n’s skull had been easily hideable when she noticed the growths. She teased her hair, wore headbands, dawned a head-scarf for modesty, but then her sister accidentally pulled it off her head during dinner, exposing them to the entire family. 

That was the first night Emi had crawled into Y/n’s bed and cried since she was six and saw her big sister be punished for the first time. Punished. 

The Shinja were many things, devote, united, pure, and forgiving. They believed in one thing above all else, God’s eternal and limitless magnanimity. For a sin their must be penitence, must be a beg for forgiveness. 

For Y/n, this meant one thing.

It started small, Y/n found a scarf waiting for her on the railing when she made her way to the roof that night. It was nice, it was warm; something Y/n struggled with being. 

Then Aizawa would stop by when it turned past midnight, sending the quiet girl back inside to stop her from catching a cold. And now, they coexist.

“Was--” she paused before shaking her head, looking back out to the grounds behind UA. 

“What is it, kid?” He paused for an answer before breaking, “You can ask questions you know.”

“Was Iida right?”

Silence. 

“That’s really up to you. At the end of the day, you decide what kind of hero you want to be. Your hero uniform is a big part of that identity, so if you think that’s a necessary part of that then you should keep it.”

Y/n played with the delicate silver cross dangling from the chain across her neck before looking up to the sky, just like Aizawa saw her do earlier during class.

“Kay.”

The conversation from the classroom had been a tense one to say the least. Iida, in his self-correct but oblivious way, asked the quiet girl, “Don’t you think it may be offensive to wear a cross as part of your hero costume? Won’t people feel imposed upon? Besides, very few people are catholic after the development of the quirk gene. Would it not, perhaps, be a better choice to remove that aspect from your uniform?”

Y/n had, at the time, only responded briefly, “Why would people be offended by a necklace?”  Everyone looked up to the mounds above her head. No one said a thing. 

A few days later he finally broke, “It was surprising I suppose. Not like I care, but people aren’t really religious anymore.”

She tried not to think about it, and she continued to try not to think about it long after she had left the rooftop. People aren't really religious anymore. Y/n tried to think through what makes a religion a religion, where things started to turn after quirks were made. Some religions embraced them as a new moral test of god, others claimed it disproved God entirely. Some drew strange connections claiming the bible predicted it all along.

Y/n is sitting in her room when it happens. She's absent-mindedly rolling her silver cross necklace between her fingers while ignoring her homework when she things- it would be so much easier if I wasn't religious anymore.

It felt dirty, like a dangerous secret. What does it mean to be religious on a personal level? She isn't allowed on the campound, let alone in the church. She doesn't read the scripture any more, nor does she pray genuinely. After a few cafeteria visits with Kaminari keeping her company she's even began to speak the lord's name in vain. Yet Y/n is so sure, in her heart and center of everything, that there is spirit within her.

She thinks about the religion she learned about the first time someone called her hometown a cult. She googled what the word meant and learned about a different group, a group that drank poison and passed away as a whole. Y/n can't think of another species that would do that and thinks they must have spirit.

The eyes from the pews followed her as she walked, head bowed as she pushed forward, past every person she ever knew, towards her father. Her father who forgave her, who actually forgave her. Forgave her monstrous appearance, was willing to look past the disgusting curse she had. She loves her father. So she kneeled willingly before the cross and bowed her head fifty times before turning on her knees towards her father.

A hush fell over the chapel.

She accepted the holy blade from her father.

She lifted it above her head. 

The scream echoed through the room, bounding back towards her from the walls it landed on. The blade moved back and forth, until her world became deathly still.

Her father placed his hand upon her head, gently ending the assault. “You’re doing well, my child.” Each following day was ended with her in the privacy of her family's bunker, penance following shortly after. 

She was repenting for her sins, but there was a silent acknowledgment among everyone. For Y/n, who never stopped sinning, there must be constant repentance. Nothing short of unyielding devotion. The days blurred together, so did her memory. 

Y/n looked up at the board, eyes coated with gloss and filled to the brim with pain, pain, misery. ‘Quirkless Study.’ A lesson on discrimination, of differences, of acceptance. Forty seven minutes of something she’d kill to get out of-- something she’d die to get out of. 

The class wasn’t today, thank God, but it was soon. Soon, being tomorrow. Tomorrow, class, quirkless, pure thing, stuck, school, mistake, thing, thing, thing. Words echoed through her head, too fast for Y/n too pick them apart, too fast to be remembered, just fast enough to hurt. 

Y/n stayed on the roof from after school to midnight, far too long in the cold, too long without eating, too long for no body to have noticed.

“Fucking hell, kid. Why are you out here?”

Aizawa-Sensai dropped in and wrapped his scarf around Y/n’s shaking body, noting both the absent look in her eyes and the festering fear lying just beneath the surface.

"Y/l/n? Are you with me?"

What a silly question. Of course she was with him, they're on the same rooftop– he's got a hand lying gently on her shoulder.

"Because you seem a little far away."

And didn't that make so much sense. Because they were right next to each other, much like how her dad was right in front of her, yet both of them were miles away from where Y/n was.

"I'm sorry, sensei."

He froze, "it's Allright, Y/n, it's going to be okay."

The need to gasp for air clued her in that she'd started to cry. The warm tears burned her frigid skin.

"Hey, hey," Aizawas voice rumbled deep in his chest, "careful there." He tapped her knuckles which had turned white with the force she had been digging her nails into her arms.

"I don't want to go to school tommorow."

She winced but he didn't answer her. Saying the words out loud felt different than the mantra from her head. It all seems a little silly now. Y/n wanted to be a hero after all, and here she was; scared to go to class.

The man leveled his eyes with her and sighed, raising a hand between her two curled horns and patting the top of her head.

"It's not silly, Y/n."

She wrinkled her nose at him, unsure of his meaning and was floored when he began to laugh. "You mutter, but that's okay. You don't have to be a hero yet; not today and not tomorrow. For now you are still a child, and you deserve to feel the safety that should come with that."

It felt odd, to feel so cold you want to shiver and yet melt from the inside out. Maybe, maybe that was true. Maybe she will be a hero in a few years, maybe less. But tonight she wasn't, tonight she could feel as little as that sentence made her. Small and safe, so fucking fragile but perfectly protected.

It made her want to cry.

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and there we have it. I know it's a little random but I feel like sometimes we carry the weight of lifetimes with us and forget how young we are in the grand scheme of things. It's okay. We'll figure this out together.

OMG!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!💜💜💜💜 This is so cute!!!!

I literally don’t know what to say, I’ve never had someone make fanart of my art before!!! I’m gonna cry this is so good!!!

Thank you so much!!!! I’m saving this forever.

I felt the sudden urge to sketch something random very very fast and sooo... It happens I've sketched @red-riot-gives-you-wings 's OC, Saihara

Still working on the updating refs thing but my brain can't work for too long(I'm totally not procrastinating guys I swear)

Aaaaaaaaa I made a bnha oc 👀 he isn't my first but he's the one I like the most!! (Please do not steal or repost!)

Name: Kioshi

Age: 19

Quirk (power): Nightmare

Villain: League of Villains

Kioshi joined the LOV a month after they formed. He was alone on the streets, running from the police when he'd literally ran into shigaraki on the street. He had his with shigaraki while the police were looking for him, and he explained his situation. Shigaraki offered him a place in the LOV and kioshi jumped at that opportunity. Shigaraki was the first person to ever say his quirk was a gift.

NIGHTMARE: (BASELINE POWER)

Nightmare forces people to see their own nightmares, or any of Kioshi's.

NIGHT TERROR: (ADVANCED)

Can conjure his own nightmares into the real world. They can touch and attack people/things. Kioshi struggles to control them.

SLEEP PARALYSIS: (EXPERT)

Can trap people in their minds and force them to confront their nightmares. Kioshi struggles to use this as it drains a lot of energy.

Ah fuck, here we go again.

This is Kuma (Tokuma) Todoroki! The youngest todoroki. To make a really long story short, Kuma was taken by dabi after the accident. Dabi was 14 and kuma was 1 (currently 10 and 23). Dabi raised him as his son and kept him away from the other todorokis completely.

His quirk is steam and frost. He can create steam and frost from his hands (like how shouto can with his quirk)

His natural hair is red and white, but they dye it black to keep people from asking questions.

I am writing a story for kuma, and it's in chapters. So this is what he looks like in chapter 1 + a messy sketch of Kumas quirk manifesting.

I don't like doing back grounds but I had an idea so I sucked it up and drew it :'D I couldn't be bothered to do shading on them. (I also hate how many legs and hands are in this...sitting poses suck ass..)

Oddly enough kuma and dabi are the only ones who ever cover their faces when on public transport. Dabi obviously stands out because of his scaring and kuma is a paranoid child. The only one who doesn't need to hide is Kioshi. Since his quick isn't good for head on combat he stays out of sight and goes Unnoticed by the hero's and police.