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Smt I love abt Ninjago is that in the merged realms/dr it doesn’t feel like Ninjago is just the “normal” place, yk you got aaallll these super cool fantasy races and then you got just human nothing else just human but Ninjago isn’t like that for two reasons. the first being being something I think they did on purpose by giving Ninjago a gimmick that being (and I quote from Sora) “their freaky ninja obsession” like how imperium is dictator sci fi city Ninjago is weird ninja obsessed city
the other reason being that Ninjago is the Florida man of the merged realms and you can’t convince me otherwise. Ninjago civilians are fucking crazy they lost all their fear of death and ability to give a shit after sons of garmadon. they see the apocalypses happen for 14th time and they’re outside playing ping pong and making bets on whose house is getting destroyed first while the paper boys are doing quadruple backflips of the road on to another road and handing out news papers on the way down. This is just Monday for them and the rest of the merged realms were not fucking ready and I love them for that
Dancing and swinging to the beat
And I’m here to keep you on your feet.
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hero, hero
Summary: a piece about what might've happened if izuku's resolve was just a little weaker.
Warnings: Mentions/References of suicide, suicide in general
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He walked forward slowly, his will working his brain while it struggled to free itself, sending signals to everything it could to stop this. He could feel his brain, his own being screaming, shouting and pulling at his legs to stop--
And then suddenly he was there, at the ledge. His mind’s screams turned into whispers and those whispers turned into silence. For a second, the silence was consuming, screaming, deafening. And even that quieted, leaving him with only a deep acceptance. He only had one thing to do now. One little move to make.
He didn’t know how much time had passed since he climbed his way onto the school rooftop. The bell had just rung, Kacchan had just thrown his book out of the window, Kacchan had just said those cruel, careless words.
Izuku doesn’t even know if he’s still holding his wet, burnt notebook. He forgot all about it. He looked at the sunset, how it made the murky green forests shine emerald. Just under the view he vaguely registered something moving fast, going downwards, but he didn’t focus on that.
Before he could raise his foot again a loud bang sounded throughout the eerily quiet rooftop. If he wasn’t so detached he might’ve been surprised. Yet, he turned his head slowly, only looking over his shoulder. Surprise registered in him upon seeing a familiar boy, with an unfamiliar look on his face. The look on Kacchan’s face was completely indescribable.
To Izuku, it looked like Kacchan’s mouth had moved without his thinking. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristic of his usual self, much less of the voice he took with Izuku less than an hour ago. It was shaky and quiet. If Izuku didn’t know better, he would’ve called it vulnerable. Kacchan was never vulnerable.
Izuku found words escaping him without his consent, “Kacchan,” he said, startling himself with the voice that he didn’t even recognize, “Kacchan,”
“You- you fucking Deku, what are you--” his voice sounded more characteristic of himself. Angrier, but nonetheless broken, like it was only habit that got him talking to Izuku like that.
“Kacchan,” Izuku interrupted, feeling a smile tug at his lips and slowly his eyes started to water, “You-- you’ll do so well, Kacchan. I’m sorry that I kept lying. I’m sorry I kept saying I could be a hero when I was lying.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened. Izuku surged on, “Please, be a hero for me. A real one, one people will see as fierce yet good.” Izuku turned to face Katsuki completely, his back to the dawn, “Be a hero to be proud of.”
And then, he fell.