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1. I'm a minor.. so don't

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4. Don't bully me for my weird humor. I understand it is different but it doesn't give you the right to bully me.

5. NO NSFW FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THE IS HOLY.

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aboutflipper

I made this Aizawa animated based on my ilustration

I was inspired by this part of manga : my hero academia ilegals. 🤩

greenhairgremlin

AIZAWA XJDJCJDKOCJEJCUF

#shoto aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa sensei #my hero academia #my hero academy #boku no hero #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia fanart #aizawa fanart

funkyness

there's nothing and i mean NOTHING i hate more than the female sloths from ice age

northshorewave

Anti-furry psy-ops.

thecybersmith

What’s the issue? They aren’t SPLENDID, but if needed, a heterosexual man (such as myself) could imagine himself enjoying a night of carnal pleasure with them.

yyyyddmmsupremacy-deactivated20

you're a freak, dude.

aromoji

Hes back

ungracefulace

Dude really said he would fuck the sloths from ice age.... Nothing I can come up with will be able to deliver a punch to my gut as hard as that.

#memes

Yo that be a big foot @strangemilkshake-stms

#memes #big foot #white toes #foot pics #heart disease

the-youngest-hickory

It didn’t turn out exactly the way I wanted, but it turned out better than I thought it would and I had fun during the 6 hours it took me SDFGHJ

stims-la-jester

AHH It came out really gooddd you’re amazingggg <3 <3 <3 He looks troubled, I wonder what he’s writing 👀

greenhairgremlin

Poggers

#My friends art is amazinggg #Hamilton

loveyourfo

Reblog this if you want a sudden and magical ask from your f/o(s) to appear in your inbox <3

skrelborns-deactivated20211216

testing new brushes on clip studio..!

#gay gay homosexual gay #🌸cake ships it🌸#komahina

soft-zawa-png

Uhmmm here’s my first attempt at a public imagine/head canon: Don’t spite me pls! (Also this is really self indulgent and personal to ME, YIKES, but y’all enjoy anyways, lol)

Summary: You and Aizawa both share a similar eye pain and have had enough of its trouble. You schedule a dr’s visit to the Optometrist to check things out and find some relief, yet you’re a bit hesitant and anxious about going. Though your nerves get the best of you, Shouta puts his best foot forward to guide you into a comforting and secure headspace to ease your tension, hoping to show you that he is always by your side, even in unnerving situations.

Disclaimer: I’m unsure of the word count, sorry

CW: Kitty Pet name/Honorific (used twice), Drs Visit, mention of Mental Illness

Genre- SFW-Fluffy

Character- Shouta Aizawa

Anime/Show- BNHA/My Hero Academia

Note: Implied POC/Black F!reader (female reader) with glasses, social anxiety, ADD, (once again, this is very self-indulgent)

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Every Step of the Way

Shouta is well known to suffer from dry eye, due to the heavy use of his quirk, mission injuries and literally being exhausted asf. His eyesight is weakened from this and his eyes are light sensitive, meaning that any exposure to bright light or flashes ain’t it for him, and has to frequently use eye drops to find some relief. And your eyesight isn’t the best either, for you have poor vision and have worn prescription glasses for numerous years, also having a bit of dry eye. You both have collectively had enough of the hassle of dealing with eye pain and decide to do something about it.

The two of you decide to schedule an eye appointment at a local optometry clinic to check things out, hoping to get your problems resolved with a quick eye exam and some prescribed eye drops. Shouta isn’t a stranger to the optometrist and neither are you, however you feel particularly jumpy and anxious going in for today’s visit. You hadn’t been out of the apartment in almost 2 weeks, and you didn’t take kindly to any social situations, even if it had been a quick trip to the food mart to grab a few goodies. You hated going out into the eye of any public gaze, minuscule or not.

He notices your rigid and on-end behavior in the car on the way there, paying close attention to the wringing of your hands, the excessive adjusting of your glasses and biting of your lip: You worry that your vision has gotten worse for some reason, and afraid to receive the consensus of the physician. In the car, you consistently set your gaze outside the window nibbling on your bottom lip, unaware of your distraction from Shouta and how much you seem to be worrying.

He’s worried for you.

And he won’t allow you to hold onto this strained anxiety during your doctors visit, not if he has a say in it.

Shouta grasps you out of your daze by caressing your cheek with his large hand, appreciating it, discerning your features for any weariness, hoping to ease the tension you’ve absent mindedly built within yourself. He leaned down to your level to place the top side of his index finger and the tip of his thumb on your chin, gently turning your head to meet his stern but softened gaze to make you focus.

“Hey, don’t worry yourself too much, kitty. You know your situation best and how you feel. Their first intention isn’t to scare you about your exam results, but to help you feel better. I’m here with you every step of the way, regardless of whatever predicament you face. I wouldn’t let the slightest thing happen to you in any circumstance, you know that, y/n. We’ll conquer this together, okay?”

His words of comfort and encouragement were laced with a baritone concern with a hint of exhaustion, yet you still knew that he meant everything he said. You knew that his words were sincere and he truly would protect you and your over-wandering mind. You grew hot in the face, blood rushing to your cheeks, a feeling you knew well whenever Shouta would praise or reassure you. The pet name surely didn’t make hiding your flustered state any easier. Being this close to him left you to be enveloped in his warmth, taking quick notice of his scent. His scent was of a natural woody musk, one of possible teakwood and lavender. It was intoxicating.

The damn charmer. He knew you inside out.

Your slight blood rush was accompanied by a soft smile, closing your eyes and soon finding yourself sinking slowly into his hand that he had crept up to cradle your face. Even in this moment of dread and vulnerability, you felt closer to Shouta all through out, like the two of you were the only people in the world, and it would keep turning just fine.

You were going to be just fine.

The car halted in front of a small white building, in a small city shoppes area with multiple other buildings connected. The safety lock clicked off and engine remained on, meaning that someone had driven you and Shouta there, and were waiting on the two of you to step out. Shouta opened his own door, stepped out of the car and shut his door behind him, only to circle around the vehicle and find himself at your door on the opposite side. You stared up at him through the window, drinking in his appearance with your eyes. He was wearing a thin, dark gray crew-neck sweater with a black dress coat, paired with some fitted black slacks, a black leather belt with small intricate designs on it, and some low cut suede boots. His hair was in a half up-half down bun, held up with a plain black hair pin. His rugged handsomeness was made more apparent whenever his hair wasn’t shielding his facial features.

Aware of your concentrated-distraction and appreciation to his current form, Aizawa broke your focus by opening your door, beckoning you forward with a Cheshire-like smirk to exit the car. You disregarded your trance and collected yourself, gripping your purse as you stepped out of the car, exposed to the afternoon fall air. The two of you turned back to the car to signal the driver that it was ok to depart, notifying them to return soon after your appointment was over. They drove off, leaving only the two of you at the entrance to the clinic. You stare at the front door, looking over the clinic name, the times they open and close, its phone number, and the names of the multiple physicians. You brace yourself for what you’ll experience inside, leaving Aizawa’s previous shortened spiel on loop in the back of your head.

‘I’m here with you every step of the way... We’ll conquer this together...’

That was enough to give you the present reassurance and urge to escape with him inside, to get everything over with and hopefully still have your almost 20-20 vision afterward.

“Are you sure you’re ready, kitten?” Aizawa concerningly asked you, grazing the inside of your palm with his fingers, signaling you that it was ok to hold his hand if you wanted.

“I’m ready”, you shakily but surely breathed out into a response. You held firmly onto Aizawa’s hand and placed one foot in front of the other.

The two of you would conquer this, together.

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LMAO that was rough, but just for giggles! I wrote this in the car high on indulgence and thoughts of Aizawa being the caring, fine devil he is >:)

Lemme know if y’all want a part 2, bye!

greenhairgremlin

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