bees and bread have done so much for our society

BaBs, 25, writing for writing’s sake (and to make that foreshadowing shine) ✨

[breadandbees]

Half-Villain, Half-Demon, Half-Cat

Chapters: 5/20

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Word Count (so far): 140k+

Relationships:

🌠 Bakugō Katsuki/Todoroki Shōto 🎇

🍣 Todoroki Shōto & Todoroki Siblings 🍱

🧨 Bakugō Katsuki & Todoroki Shōto ☄️

🏝 Class 1-A & Todoroki Shōto 🧊

Summary:

Now that Shouto knows his older brother isn’t locked-up in some cell waiting for a Hero to save him—a Hero he’d had a hand in inspiring to aspire, a Hero who held out a hand to inspire him in return—it’s a relief. Shouto doesn’t have to be the kind of Hero who would reassure Touya that it wasn’t too late to dream, to be. (Not anymore, not really.)

Because Touya chooses to be Dabi, and Shouto has a choice.

Continuation of an AU where Todoroki Shouto had different choices, lived a different life, and changed his starting line. But, while the Todoroki family lies at the heart of a global conspiracy shaped by the hands of All For One, Shouto’s in his second semester of U.A. High with Bakugou Katsuki by his side. Somehow. He’s still not sure about that. Everything he’s been trained for—everything he has at his disposal now, every power he’s come to master—did nothing to prepare him for a boyfriend as abrasive and stubborn and... perceptive as Bakugou Katsuki.

[queenrojpag]

You read Parasyte, didn't you?!

every todobaku scene 183/184

[class1akids]

EP 130 promo sketch (animation team)

[class1akids]

Animator, Anna Yamaguchi blessed us again with a Todoroki siblings sketch for Children’s day x

[spiribia]

as a writer you will have a specific deck of vocab words you like using a lot and when you read other peoples' work you will see a very clear spread of different vocab words on their end. this is why you need to read, to collect other writers' words like it's a card game

[lesbianlyonelb]

I just wrote 8 pages when I haven't written in months and was beginning to think I'd never be able to again. Idk what it is, but I am sharing and manifesting this energy for every writer who sees this. May you write 8 quality pages effortlessly and find joy writing once more

[glorious-spoon]

anyway the thing about fanfic is that it's not essentially bad or good; it's essentially amateur. some people are absolutely out there writing award-worthy prose (some fic writers ARE award-winning writers IRL!), but that's not the point. the point is that we're all telling campfire stories. it's a community, and it's a way to spend some more time in the worlds and stories that we love.

[heavensenthale]

you know what? fuck it *reads the fanfic I spent hours writing for my own enjoyment*

[wynnyfryd]

if you’re not rereading your own 3yo one-shots every once in a while so you can shake your head at the ao3 tab and mutter god i’m fucking funny then what are we even doing all this work for?

[aye-write]

It’s good for the soul okay

[breadandbees]

But, then, there’s that familiar glare coming from behind him again and Shouto can’t help but feel he isn’t making choices that’ll change a thing. So, instead, Shouto makes a choice that might change something.

He asks the glare’s owner, “Why are you still here?”

Silence. (Krakkles.)

“Don’t wanna owe you anything,” says Bakugou Katsuki in what Shouto’s come to know as typical Bakugou Katsuki-fashion.

Where there is ice, there is anger. He knows this. He’s had to know this. He checks his Quirk to register what it is he feels at any given opportunity, and anger tends to draw out crooked and craning shinks when it isn’t drawing out Quirk evolution. His anger is cold and self-inflicted. He does not blame Katsuki for this, and he will not hate him for what he isn’t guilty of causing.

“I don’t care about that.” Shouto stares at his own ice and doesn’t need a memory to feel enough anger to hold it steady. “Go.”

A snort. “Too late. No use runnin’ now. No damn way your ice fixed the real problem.” He feels a boot crunch ice more than he hears it. “More water where that came from, so the pressure you put there’s gettin’ ready to blow. That happens, the water’ll spew out from the cracks in the walls an’ fly out like water jets with debris inside. Everything’s collapsin’ whether we like it or not.”

Shouto fights a grin as well as he fights turning to face Katsuki and his rejection. “Of course, I also predicted that would happen.”

“Shaddup.”

“But you stayed behind.”

There’s a pause where Shouto expects Katsuki to yell, to demand he do better or he won’t get to at all. Instead, Shouto hears another boot crunch on ice and a shaky swallow somewhere to his left. Then, there’s a trembling hand encased in a comically huge gauntlet shaped like a grenade trying to hold his. It kinda... taps at the fingers there. Shouto only knows this because he feels vibrations and hears what sounds like ice clanking against the metal.

Shouto tells himself he’ll only look down to confirm as to appear as if he has feeling in the fingertips, like anyone else would. Instead, he looks down and Katsuki’s gloved hand freezes as if stuck there—suspended midair, no longer uncertain—by unseen ice.

The hand yanks back. Shouto stares at its retreat, and feels.

(from my fic Half-Villain, Half-Demon, Half-Cat's Chapter 1: The Double-Disaster Rescue Training)

[incandescent-creativity]

Do you ever write a sentence and then realize “Nah, that’s too self aware for you” and backspace a bunch of times.

[incandescent-creativity]

[ryonahole-deactivated20220725]

Proficiency in both ranged and deranged combat

[wizardpostsdotorg]

when it’s really bad again and it’s still way better than it used to be but it’s still really bad. and you do all the right stuff and you try and try and it still really hurts but it’s working but it still hurts and you go see the beautiful majesty of nature and your soul is so close to being at peace but your mind is still in pain. and it’s better but it’s still bad. and the sun is setting.

[quasi-normalcy]

I think that the real essence of a 'trans' story isn't actually about gender at all, so much as it's about going through a transition from one state where you're miserable and unhappy and wish for death or feel like you're already dead to another radically different state where...you're content. You're just content. You had something chronically wrong with you, like a painful screeching that just becomes the background noise of your existence and then...it's gone. You are, in some ineffable cosmic sense, where you belong.

[quasi-normalcy]

#true#also the weirder and grosser the metaphor is the better

You get me

[glowcowboy]

healing is when you have an intrusive thought and instead of having a meltdown you go “girl what?? shut up” and move on

[ilovedthestars]

there really are few emotions i find more compelling in a story than "you should be afraid of me. please don't be afraid of me"

[homunculus-argument]

You ever suddenly connect two things from your childhood and it suddenly clicks what your parents meant to do when they did something completely different instead?

I got trained pretty early on to not show fear. I'm aware now that what my parents probably meant to do was to reassure me that whatever I was afraid of is no reason to be scared, and I should feel safe instead, but what I gathered from it was "stop showing this emotion that they don't like to see on you", and since the praise for being So Good About It was immediate, that got immediate affirmation. Good kids show no sign of being scared.

And then once I got older and started encountering situations that were above toddler-levels of scary, adults started to suspect that I don't often seem to understand the gravity of whatever situation is going on. Like I remember several occasions of adults stressing it to me multiple times that I need to be careful, do something, not do something, etc, and had me repeat the possible consequences back to them, and still not seeming convinced that I understood the gravity of the situation.

And just now it clicked. I finally understand what they thought was wrong with me. They didn't think I looked appropriately scared for the seriousness of the situation. I hadn't been expected to never show fear. They had wanted me to only express fear in situations where they thought there's reason to fear.