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My Mr. Compress Sexuality Headcanon
TBH I fully believe that he is either Bi or Pan with a balanced lean for both, he’s WAY too fruity to be straight but not fruity enough to be completely gay.
My Mr. Compress Sexuality Headcanon
TBH I fully believe that he is either Bi or Pan with a balanced lean for both, he’s WAY too fruity to be straight but not fruity enough to be completely gay.
Me to Mr. Compress face reveal. (I loved him even more.)
Totally not me creating comfort art of my favourite characters and one of my OC’s to deal with the manga updates and final few episodes.
Totally not me creating comfort art of my favourite characters and one of my OC’s to deal with the manga updates and final few episodes.
Y’all imagine if it’s not Deku like we all think or pray it is and it’s actually a somehow revived Shigaraki here to give his boyfriend a get well soon kiss
Y’all imagine if it’s not Deku like we all think or pray it is and it’s actually a somehow revived Shigaraki here to give his boyfriend a get well soon kiss
Screaming, crying, sobbing, wanting to die
Edit: HOLY CRAP I’VE NEVER GOTTEN THIS MANY LIKES BEFORE THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!
Screaming, crying, sobbing, wanting to die
Edit: HOLY CRAP I’VE NEVER GOTTEN THIS MANY LIKES BEFORE THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!
My switch broke and I just threw up on the one spot that didn’t have hardwood and instead a rug so I’m just going to lay here and die god take me away I’m ready to go let me draw the MHA characters as MLP characters in hell
My switch broke and I just threw up on the one spot that didn’t have hardwood and instead a rug so I’m just going to lay here and die god take me away I’m ready to go let me draw the MHA characters as MLP characters in hell
BRO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HOW ARE THESE TWO STILL ALIVE BUT TOGA, SHIGARAKI, AND POSSIBLY DABI ARE DEAD?! HORIKOSHI EXPLAINNNNN?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Twice is having the time of his life btw
Imagine you and Tomura are out on a mission, when you hear the distinct sound of crying— a baby crying.
You follow the noise and find a baby, lying on top of garbage bags in a dumpster.
You go to pick them up and Tomura stops you, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.
“We’re not leaving them here.” You argue, as if he’s stupid.
“You’re not seriously suggesting we take a baby back to the hideout? We’re not babysitters. The league isn’t a place for babies.” He argues back, as if you’re more stupid.
“Tomura, they’re a baby. They’re helpless… defenseless… vulnerable! What if it were you all alone in an alleyway, begging for help?” you ask.
Tomura pauses as he stares at you, his eyes drifting over to the baby, but his mind clearly fixated on something else.
He sees snippets of him walking the streets alone, small, and scared. Begging for someone— anyone— to do something. Like a nightmare, he remembers taking refuge in an alleyway, his tiny hands still covered in dried blood. Why won’t anyone help?—
“Tomura?” You ask, him snapping out of his thoughts. He looks down in his arms, realizing he’s holding the baby.
He quickly places the baby in your arms. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t handle playing house anymore.”
—
Cut to hours later, Tomura is sitting with the baby in his lap as he plays Mortal Kombat. “That’s called a Fatality.”
Twice is having the time of his life btw
Imagine you and Tomura are out on a mission, when you hear the distinct sound of crying— a baby crying.
You follow the noise and find a baby, lying on top of garbage bags in a dumpster.
You go to pick them up and Tomura stops you, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.
“We’re not leaving them here.” You argue, as if he’s stupid.
“You’re not seriously suggesting we take a baby back to the hideout? We’re not babysitters. The league isn’t a place for babies.” He argues back, as if you’re more stupid.
“Tomura, they’re a baby. They’re helpless… defenseless… vulnerable! What if it were you all alone in an alleyway, begging for help?” you ask.
Tomura pauses as he stares at you, his eyes drifting over to the baby, but his mind clearly fixated on something else.
He sees snippets of him walking the streets alone, small, and scared. Begging for someone— anyone— to do something. Like a nightmare, he remembers taking refuge in an alleyway, his tiny hands still covered in dried blood. Why won’t anyone help?—
“Tomura?” You ask, him snapping out of his thoughts. He looks down in his arms, realizing he’s holding the baby.
He quickly places the baby in your arms. “Fine, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t handle playing house anymore.”
—
Cut to hours later, Tomura is sitting with the baby in his lap as he plays Mortal Kombat. “That’s called a Fatality.”