Art Of My Winged Izuku AU

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

Hawks Headcanon #1

I have a headcanon that Hawks can actually see more colour than an actual human due to his bird traits, and has tetrachromacy, which is what the bird hawk actually has. Because he's one of the few people who most likely have four cones instead of three in his eye, he has been able to completely make up the names for the new colours he sees. Some might be serious names for the colours, some might be ridiculous like bird puns, and some might just be named after people or something. But because he can see more colour, and can't really tell shadows/blacks/whites/greys apart, he wears his visour, which actually helps improves the divisibility and break apart the monochrome colours so he can actually tell what he's looking at.

Dabi Headcanon #1

One of my favourite headcanons in My Hero Academia is the idea that Dabi has a comfort food. More specifically, sandwiches are his comfort food. Like, he had a really shitty childhood, yeah? Neglected and cast aside. I imagine that the bad days, when Endeavor was just really upset because, oh, maybe All Might got the case he was supposed to get, or maybe he didn’t get to the scene in time. Or maybe Shoto wasn’t listening during training, or maybe Touya himself got into a fight with his siblings.

When those days happened, I feel like Touya would make a sandwich, and find the nearest, darkest corner probably in his room to hide in, so he didn’t have to face his father. Maybe a good book, too. Because it’s simple. It’s simple, tasty, and can have hundreds of different combinations.

It’s something he carries over as Dabi, as occasionally, the LOV will find him eating a sandwich, despite the meal Kurogiri could have already made for them.

The LOV doesn’t question it, maybe he thinks they’ll poison them or something.

But no, it’s not that.

It’s because it reminds him of some of the only safety he’s known, of comfort in the simple things. And, if he goes back far enough, back when his father still cared for him. And it calms him down on his bad days, where maybe a heist didn’t go as planned, or maybe he got into a fight with one of the LOV members.

I don’t really care if this is OOC, because it’s my headcanon, and dammit he needs some comfort in his life.

we'll meet again

don't know where, dont know when

but I know we'll meet again

some sunny day

He is a role model. Inspirational. He will not go forgotten.

Our local newspaper ran a story about the legendary graffiti artist who recently passed away and. Literally everything about it is fucking insane. I'm insane about it.

So this guy has been extremely active for around fifteen years, during which he spread these beautiful, high quality pieces all over the country, way over a thousand of his standard signature, and probably thousands more. He did completely batshit stuff like literally spray painting an entire train from top to bottom or leaving his signature at the top of a 600ft tall overpass and this whole time, only five people from his crew know who he really is. To everyone else it's a complete mystery.

And then he dies at the age of 35. A few weeks after his death, his crew shows up at his completely unassuming parents' doorstep, reveals who they are and asks if they can host a memorial exhibition of his art.

Turns out, this dude has been leading an insane double life. In the daytime he was a meek little office worker with a partially paralyzed arm and no social life to speak of. In the nighttime he was a fucking legend. Not only did he climb that fucking 600ft overpass, he did it WITH A PHYSICAL DISABILITY. THE MADLAD. And throughout the entire time, fifteen years, he got caught once. ONCE. HE DID ALL THAT UNNOTICED. THAT'S INSANE.

I once I learn how to write crack fics I’ll write inspired by this I swear

some more sims shenanigans

Yeah, a lot of women are also perverts. It is known.

"I'm no better than a man" yeah, you're not better, but that's fine. As long as you're not sexually harassing people or anything you're not doing anything wrong and neither is that guy.

"You don't get it listening to anime music is a red flag when a boy does it and I was not a woman yet-" I think you can listen to anything you want regardless. How do you even come up with this kind of gender binary?

Just stop doing gender norms. Stop artificially limiting your freedom and inventing reasons to shame yourself over harmless behaviors or feelings. This is not a christian Minecraft server.

Jason should kill the Joker and just not tell anyone. like, lets be real here, if he were to silently slip in and kill the Joker in his sleep, are any of the workers at Arkham really going to give enough of a shit to say anything??? with the paperwork they’d have to do, and the attention they’d get once the media caught wind of the break in/murder, i bet all Jason would have to do is leave like, a basket of muffins next to the dead body as a thank you and the staff would just dispose of the body and shut the fuck up about it.

i bet you he could get through a solid six to eight month period of being weirdly happy and interactive with the rest of the family before Dick finally asks why he’s been in such a good mood lately over family dinner

Jason, casually: i dunno, i guess i’ve just had a weight lifted from my shoulders; there’s less to drive me away now.

Bruce, thinking he’s finally done something right: aw Jaylad, i’m so happy you’re feeling more comfortable!

Dick, the only batkid around when Jason was Robin, remembering all the times Jason would transform into the happiest kid on the planet only for them to find out a week later it was because he’d pushed a bully down the stairs at school and fractured his wrist: hold on B.

Dick: Jay, what weight has been lifted?

Jason, still nonplussed: well i finally got my GED, and the Joker thing really calmed the lazarus rage. also Steph got me into puppy yoga, we go once a week.

Bruce:

Bruce: what Joker thing.

Jason, glancing up from his food: ? d’i not mention that? he’s dead, man.

Bruce:

Dick:

Dick: sorry, what?

Tim: why the fuck am i never invited to puppy yoga?

Bruce, having a panic attack: y- what are you talking about Jay-

Tim: i would LOVE to go to puppy yoga. what the FUCK?

Jason, shrugging: you can come to puppy yoga, replacement, it’s all good

Bruce: the Joker’s dead?

Tim: FUCK YEAH, PUPPY YOGA

Jason: i think they do it with goats too.

Damian: i would be interested in this activity.

Jason: hell yeah family yoga session

Bruce: JASON PLEASE EXPAND ON THE JOKER THING

Jason: no i don’t like your tone. anyway, dick, puppy yoga?

Dick:

Dick, glancing at Bruce’s glare nervously: …i would be down for puppy yoga

Even snails are fascinated with nature... 💚