(I’m Gonna Only Do The Ones I Have A Definite Answer For So Sorry 😭)

Hey!! I have part two as the fifteenth today!! Hope y’all enjoy!

Recap:

izuku was walking downstairs, faceplanted onto the stairs before bakugou snuck behind him and scared him. Katsuki tells him about a bell noise that he heard, izuku thinks he’s crazy and brushed it off to go and start get water. Until izuku hears it too and starts searching too. They think they find it next to the sofa and it disappears. They turn around to find a blinding light that seems to transport them to the past.

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The two looked around in shock and slight surprise, the snow was still going and it felt like they knew where they were. Katsuki turned to look at izuku, humming as he saw the greenette with snow in his hair, he walked up close and ruffled izuku’s soft green curls to get the snow out as izuku chuckled a little.

Katsuki gestured to the snow-covered pavement and started walking, izuku following suit with a nervous look, “s-so where do you think we are Kacchan..?”izuku mumbled shakily as he followed the blonde.

The blonde scoffed and shrugged, “Nope. Not a clue.. but somehow I feel like I recognise this place..” he grumbled as he saw izuku pause and look into a window. As katsuki followed his gaze his face dropped.

There in the window he saw a small blonde boy with ruby red eyes and a slightly grumpy look on his face, he was watching an all might themed Christmas show. Then a woman walked in, probably in her mid twenties, she had the same ash blonde hair with darker blood red eyes, with skin the lightest brown possible. She looked kind bit stern.

That was when it hit them, their faces dropping as they realised.

“H-hag..?” Katsuki muttered, still in slight shock from the whole thing as he shook his head and walked closer, putting his face close to the window as izuku ran up next to him, looking like he was having a panic attack.

“Wh-what- but- I-i dont- how…?” Izuku mumbled breathily, shaking his head slowly in shock as he watched the kid cheer on all might on the tv.

Suddenly the lady left and came back with a two more people, both with dark, ivy green hair. Then a man, he was tiny, a child probably. He had freckles dotted all over his cheeks, big pools of green thst were his eyes. His smile was as bright as the sun.

The lady was shorter than the blonde woman and had paler skin, her eyes darker than the greenette’s. She had a nice body, normal proportions to fit her posture.

They both walked away from the window, looking at each other like they just saw death wink at them. Izuku humned and lookef at katsuki, who just looked back even paler.

“How.. how is this possible..?!” Izuku said quickly, his nerves acting quicker than his common sense at this point, Katsuki huffed and looked at izuku nervously.

“Why do they look like us..? And was that our parents?!” Izuku muttered as they looked back through the window.

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Part three coming soon y’all, byeeee!

As requested:

fourteenth of Christmas special! Dekubaku!!

Hope everyone enjoys!

It was Christmas Eve, nobody had any clue about what was happening or what was going to happen. All they knew was Santa had come to give presents.

At least.. everyone else did.

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Izuku was having a mental breakdown, he thought he forgot something. He sprints around the dorms in a way to look or find something, someone, he forgot. He was pale as he tripped down the stairs, face planting into his best buddy the floor.

He sighed as he pulled himself up and went to go get some water, giving up on the worry as the tiredness of running about smacked him in the face.

That was when he heard it, and well- felt it.

A hand on his shoulder. Izuku flew thtough the roof with the way he jumped, almost screaming if it wasn’t for him being just next to iida’s room.

The hand quickly gripped the greenette’s mouth, “shh.. you hear the bells..?” The gruff and gravelly voice came out as katsuki’s before letting izuku go.

Izuku paused before looking up at him strangely, “what bells Kacchan..?” The boy mumbled as he got up and dusted himself off, looking around for these so called bells that katsuki could hear.

Ding!

Their heads both perked up at the strange but light noise, turning their heads towards where the sound came from as katsuki pointed nervously, “that- that stupid noise! You hear it too right?” He muttered, practically into izuku’s ear.

Izuku nodded, the noise was light and quick but he did notice it. He looked around, quirk at the ready as he walked around to look for the noise.

Ding! Ding!

“There!” Katsuki whispered as he dashed over, jumping over the sofa as he grabbed- nothing. Nothing was there.. then what was making that stupid noise?! Katsuki thought to himself as izuku got next to him.

“You ok Kacchan..?” The midoryia asked gently as katsuki glanced at him. “Damn it- I was sure I could hear som-“

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Katsuki’s head snapped back and was immediately hit with a flashing light, izuku turned around quickly at the light and was also blinded.

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Next thing either of them knew they were laying in the snow, izuku rubbed his head and groaned as he looked around.

They were in the street they knew all there life.. snow blanketing everything in a cold embrace, the clouds blocking the sun as the flung down the white fluff of snow.

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That’s it! Part two coming soon! Bye!!

Heyo here’s twelfth day!

Hope y’all enjoy.

Izuku was tired. That was an understatement. He just had training with all might and Katsuki, and training was much worse. He had second to none sleep thanks to the nightmares of kamino ward.

He sighed, too tired to even bother with schoolwork. Quite easily people noticed, got worried. Shoto walked closer tapped him on the shoulder and looked worried, “you ok midoryia..? He mumbled as he stared into his eyes.

Izuku flinched and nodded, “yeah.. just tired.. of… you know.. life.” He sighed as shoto nodded in understanding, looking at him in sympathy. Shoto took and gave a deep breath before answering, “you know we are here for you right?”

Izuku only nodded in response as he started walking back to the dorms.

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After a few more hours of a nap he was woken up by a presence he could feel, he groaned and turned over to try escaping and keeping warm but it didn’t leave. It felt like a hand stroking his cheek but he couldn’t be sure who it was until he heard a huff and felt hands wrap around him.

Katsuki. Katsuki was cuddling him.

He tried not to go bright red and ruin the moment as he snuggled in closer but Katsuki humned and pulled him closer, a small breath felt on izuku’s neck as he was nuzzled into by the blonde. Izuku hummed and actually started relaxing.

That was when he felt it, the cold jolt of AFO staring at him. He flung up and used, by his knowledge, 50% of his power. He froze as he felt the whole dorm go into chaos, his face dropping as he realised it was his fault. He needed to get his shit together.

He locked himself into his room with an upset look on his face, curling into a ball as he started crying.

He was the problem.

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After a few more hours he heard a knock, “let me in dumbass.” The voice grumbled before a cooler and more gentle voice came out behind it, “let us in midoryia…”

He huffed and reluctantly opened the door, trying to smile as he saw the blonde and dual haired boy stare back in worry, their faces almost dropping as he saw the depressed and drained greenette staring back.

“D- izuku.. stop hiding in your room, we know it was an accident Damn it.” Bakugou said firmly as he glanced at todoroki for approval, when he got a nod in response he looked back at deku and sat onto his bed.

“But.. I-i hurt you guys- I-i didn’t want to..” izuku muttered, before shoto hummed and held izuku’s hand, squeezing it gently as he locked eyes with midoryia.

“That isn’t true you know.. we don’t think that and neither does anybody else in 1-A.” Shoto said as bluntly as he could without sounding too mean. Patting izuku’s thigh as katsuki huffed, “exactly, so stop acting like this got it?” Katsuki poked his side to try prove a point but izuku only flinched and tried pushing him away.

Katsuki paused and looked at shoto. That was an idea. Shoto chuckled and brought izuku closer, “your not.. ticklish.. are you midoryia..?” He muttered into izuku’s ear, smirking as the boy snickered and tried pulling away, bakugou’s large arms blocking him.

“N-nohoho- hahaha! Kahahacchan! Wahahaihihit!” The young boy squealed as katsuki started digging into his sides. Shoto chuckling and forcing his hands up so he could dig into his armpit, causing the boy to giggle louder.

“Aw.. how are you giggling this badly already?” Katsuki muttered as he led him down and started to dig into his stomach instead, putting his body laid onto the bed as shoto moved to his thighs. Izuku’s giggles turning into squeaky laughs, “StohOHOhohop! Ihihit tickles..”

“That’s kinda the point izuku…” shoto muttered as his hands moved quicker. Katsuki pulling away and shoto reluctantly doing it as izuku deflated.

“Feeling better?” Katsuki pats his shoulder as izuku nodded.

“Good now let’s get downstairs.”

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Edit: sorry this took so long haha-

Bye!!

I would! I’d last ages thank you.

(I wouldn’t)

(reblog if you also need yur daily dose of tickles t-words!

or if yur touch-starved ;<)

My eyes widened, a small yet amused smile on my face as I nodded along.

My my, that seems to be quite the quirk.

*the door opens up and Chiu/Negative Sable walks inside and up to the counter.*

“Hello again Miss Angel!.. Can I have some tea please?”

Rose pauses to turn and look at Chiu before smiling

Ah yes! Come in come in! How are you?

Sorry for being gone for years! I’m back though!

Anyways here is villain!

Name: Shadow igichi natomako

Age: when they “died” around 17. 34

Quirk(s):

Detonate: Anything they touch they will be able to make explode on will, has a timer of how long they can do it- like a bomb.

Shapeshifter: can transform into a person although does need info (a picture or a quick description)

Description:

- before -

A slim, tall girl with long beautiful peach coloured hair, her skin was pale and dotted with freckles that covered all but her dark grey eyes and rosey lips. Around 4’11.

- after -

A muscly 7ft beast, usually wearing all black or military. Inside, a scarred face with two milky and whitened eyes with the same rosey lips. The freckles mostly scratched off as her scars ruined most of her face.

Backstory-

🔔TRIGGER WARNING!!🔔

Cannibalism

Gore

Abuse/ harm

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As a Young child, around the age of six Ichigi was a happy and quite shy girl. Always adorned by her fellow villagers in the village of Aogashima. A village that accepted “normal” people. When she gained her quirk of shapeshifting the village called her a monster, despised her. Her family, who used to see her as their pride and joy, were nothing short of humiliated. Embarrassed of their freak of a daughter. She was hit and abused, shove and forgotten, locked away and “lost” their keys.

One day was too far, she had finished an art piece of hers, a passion of hers. She loved to paint and test colours, adored it even. She walked home to find her art supplies destroyed and black art dotted around all over with stick people and other random doodles. It was clear her younger sister, anamori, had done something. She was only five at the time. Igichi was enraged and snapped at her sister, a petty argument breaking out as fists were drawn and insults were thrown. It was only when her mother came in to stop them did the fighting cease.

She was locked in her room with nothing but a pen and some paper to write an apology letter. Days had passed before she was freed and let go. Her parents got worse on her too, snide comments with small “playful” hits on the head. After that day she couldn’t handle it:

Igichi lay in her bed, staring at her hands as the hustle and bustle of the floor below rung quietly in her ears. She had the twitches again, ichigi’s father -futakuro- walked in and handed her food, a small sandwich with a salad and drink on the side. She looked up and stared at her father as she reached out to grab his hand.

Boom

That hand was gone in an instant, all that remained was blood and the bones scattered all over. The skin splattered against the wall as igichi flinched from her father’s otherworldly shriek, loud and pain consumed.. a dark satisfaction grew.. it sounded like music to her tiny child brain. She smiled down at him, a twisted sadistic grin. That was not igichi.. it was a dark shadow of what was once a sweet and innocent girl.

Futakuro fell to the floor, clutching his hand as it was a baby or an injured child as he tried shuffling away. Slowly shaking his head in fear, he mumbled, “What happened to you..?”

The little girl giggled, the giggling slowly ascending to laughter, slow and insane as she stared at the crumbled man infront of her. Ichigi slowly drifted forward, her whole body losing its sense as she reached her hand out, looking at the old man with a grin. The grin of a fed up girl.

Ichigi gently touched her father’s legs, tracing a finger up to his abdomen. Smiling that cold smile that her very father feared. Futakuro closed his eyes in feared anticipation as he laid in wait.. nothing. Silence filled the room, the only noise was her father’s heavy breathing and shaky whimpers. Ichigi’s father slowly opened his eyes, raising his furrowed eyebrows as he stared at his soon to be killer.

“Wh-what.. you- you ha-“ That was all Futakuro could mutter before a pained scream escaped his dry, bloodied lips. Blood splattered his torso as his stomach exploded, guts and blood flying around the room. Painting the room like some sort of sick canvas. She watched him, writhing around in pain as his breath slowed and distorted, like a broken VHS tape. Soon as she heard a door open ichigi’s face dropped, freezing as the clarity of her recent bloodlust hit her right on the head. Her eyes teared up, her hands felt numb, her lips and throat dryer than the desert.

Ichigi paused, looking around frantically for something- anything to help her. Desperate and fearful of the consequences she kneeled next to her father and dug into his stomach, tearing at the organs as her teeth crushed down what they could in desperation. The pounding of her heart and the feet running up the stairs sounding like drums in her ears as she chewed, more and more desperate.

What her mother saw was something out of a horror story: Ichigi sat over her dead father, bloody face with wide eyes as she chewed on his liver. Tears welled up as Ichigi saw her mother notice her.

“You monster..” She mumbled, slowly backing away from her sobbing daughter as she reached out to her. Her own mother backed away, groaning in disgust as she looked at her freak of a daughter. Ichigi cried and sobbed as she got up, stumbling and tripping over herself in her own hysteria. Accidentally grabbing the wall of the building and-

BANG!

Wood and debris fell onto the two, their screams mixing into a symphony of pain and suffering. The final thing she could hear was a whimper from her mother, her hand shakily pawing at the debris to try freeing herself, to get away from the freak of her daughter monster.

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It took a couple weeks for Ichigi to wake up. That’s what the doctor said. The doctor… the girl looked up and around, it looked like.. a children’s hospital? I sat up straight, pausing at the feeling of a headache hitting her from all sides. The pain.. head to toe was unbearable. Ichigi clutched her aching head, the throbbing pain screaming in her ears as a man in a white coat walked in, a bushy moustache and comically large scientist glasses on full display as he observed the girl infront of her.

He sighed and nodded to her as he muttered, his voice gravelly and low, “You’re finally awake. Good.” He stared at her before writing something in a notebook. It was grey with beige pages and black lines.

“This could work.” He mumbled as he looked back at her calmly.

It took weeks, experiment after experiment, needle after needle before the fusion happened.

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The fusion was with a teenage girl, no more than fifteen by her looks. She was tall and had curly red hair with caramel coloured skin. She looked asleep but Ichigi knew she wasn’t. A small stream of blood had dropped down her cheek, mixing in with the tears dotted around her pretty face.

They were both shoved into a two sided machine, metal chairs -like at death row electric chair- connected between two small spaced. The two rooms were pitch black. It felt like a fever dream being strapped to those machines, something out of a comic book.

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Sirens slapped Ichigi awake, the loud blaring of the sirens and the glare of the ruby lights awakening her with ease. She awoke and stumbled out of a room.. it was different- or rather. She was different, Ichigi looked down to see how she grew.. how strange. She became taller, her luscious locks of hair disappeared into curly salmon coloured hair, the freckles tore off her face as the machine had singed her skin into the caramel colour of the other girl.

Ichigi looked around.. where was the girl? She looked to the doctor, who grinned at her, clapping his hands together in joy as he and a few other doctors watched. As she stumbled she clutched her head a splitting headache rang like an incessant bell.

The doctor strutted over, “welcome to the world nomu! From now on you’ll do as I say to the letter am I clear?”

No matter how hard she tried to scream and shout, kick or yell, her body ignored her, nodding like a zombified puppet as her eyes grew blank and tired.

Her body wasnt her own, it was a sick and twisted amalgamation of two misguided children, an experiment for other’s curiosity. That was all they were anymore.

“From now own you’ll be named shadow. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir.”

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End

Wahh that took so long to write I actually can’t ughhh- anyways I hope y’all enjoy and eat this up!!

@fusciaguardian

@weepingangel-1

@cometiez

Hope you enjoy- sorry for the wait!

Boo!! Ima posting after three days- sorryyy.

Anyways here’s momo abd Ojiro.

Momo yaorozu:

Member of team emerald.

Codename: creati

Age: 16

Height: 6’2

Persona: sweet and caring like a mother, her smarts and quick mind are the reason she’s on the team along with her determination.

Looks: pale skin with grey eyes and usually frilly clothing, also enjoys casual.

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Ojiro mashirao

Member of team emerald

Codename: tailman

Age: 16

Height: 6’0

Persona: sweet and caring along with a large empathetic.

Looks: blonde hair with a usual love of t-shirts/ shorts.

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Enjoy!!

We have pain au chocolat, croissants, short breads as popular Options along with coffee and tea.

Oof, I'm starving for something sweet

Sigh

What do you want?

I paused, looking between the two then back at her in shock before letting out a shocked laugh

Seriously? That sounds fun.

*opens the door and walks inside up to the counter*

Hello, there, Can I please have some tea please?

(OOC: Thank you so much for the follow!)

Hm? Ah! You’re that newbie on the street I’ve heard so much about.

*I smiled at them politely as I nodded to them.*

Of course, any enemy of the blazehounds is a friend of mine. This one is on the house. For you.

Oh no your fine dont worry!

Basically she’s an overhaul experiment that can control people by looking at them. She hates fighting and anything immoral. Her name is malari.

🐍:yo, you wanna hear abt my headcanons for canon characters or OCs

I’ll be honest. Yes! I’d love to!!