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[bak-it-up-and-gou]

Inktober 2018_Day 18_ Hagakure Toru

Spoopy Kimono Squad 4/6

[arwainian]

[id: a graphite doodle of jirou and hagakure from my hero academia, hugging in front of a heart shape with the words “ba BUM” written over them. jirou looks surprised and flustered, almost swept off her feet, and one of her earlobes twirled into a heart shape. hagakure hugs her tightly, one of her feet kicked up behind her. end id]

that feeling when you’re so close to your crush you can hear her heartbeat. who needs to be able to see her when you can hear this

[shinomitsu]

you either stan tooru and all her gfs or you die

[phasel0ck]

my piece for day one of kyooru week! they’re having their first date, and couldn’t resist the allure of bunnies!! @kyooruweek2018

[birddoodles]

midnight baking sesh

finally did something for @kyooruweek2018! day three’s theme is domestic so have some gals makin’ cookies. line art is below the cut since some of it isn’t visible in the final piece!

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[itsbigdangofamily]

You ever think about all the ways being invisible can fuck a person up?

Cause I have.

So then, let’s have a little chat about Hagakure Tooru.

Now, first off, just to clarify a few things, no, I do not think Hagakure hates her Quirk. I don’t think she hates being invisible. On the contrary, actually, I believe she likes her Quirk very much and finds being invisible really fun. But no matter how much she likes it, there are certain things caused by being invisible that you just can’t ignore.

The most prominent being the effect that invisibility will have on your body image.

Body image is a giant problem for many people, especially women. Women in particular feel the weight of societal expectations to be slender and curvy and to have a great figure and a small waist, and however much that might’ve changed in recent years, that societal pressure still exists. It’s what drives so many girls to develop eating disorders.

Imagine how much worse that pressure would be if people could only see the shape of your body.

That’s essentially what Hagakure is, after all: she’s just a body whose lines are defined by clothes. No face, no hands, no hair, no expressions. Just the shape of a body.

When we think about people, we instinctively associate a face with their names. In many cases, we remember faces more than we remember names. But what if you don’t have a face for people to remember? What if, whenever people thought about you, the thing they associated with you–the only thing they could associate with you–was your body?

If the only physical thing people remembered about you was the shape of your body, imagine how much pressure that would put on you to have a good-looking body.

Imagine how much fucking pressure that would put on a young teenage girl when she realizes that everyone she ever meets is inevitably going to judge her body.

Puberty is a crappy enough time as it is, but for Hagakure it must’ve been hell as she realized her invisibility meant other people were always going to fixate on her body. Can you imagine how self-conscious that could make someone?

There’s no way she wasn’t the type of person who stood in front of her bathroom mirror every night, inspecting every inch of her body, glaring at every ounce of fat, because she knew people would notice any chubbiness on her. There’s no way she wasn’t ultra-careful about what she ate, monitoring everything that went into her system. Was she the type of person who counted calories? Not obsessively, but she definitely couldn’t help but notice the calorie count on food packaging, and she definitely couldn’t help thinking about the number of calories she was consuming, and she definitely ate less than she had before the realization hit her. Not enough to make anyone really worried, but enough that her parents would comment on how her stomach seemed to have shrunk since she was a kid, and every time Hagakure would laugh and wave the comment off like a joke.

There’s no way she didn’t gain a sudden passion for exercising. And yes, I know that being a hero does require a certain amount of physical fitness, which conveniently lends itself to having a good figure (not that I think Hagakure became a hero just so she could look good). But Hagakure is definitely the type to push her training too far. Not in the way that someone like Midoriya would, who pushes himself because he wants to get stronger as fast as he can. She pushes herself to make sure she’s worked off any excess calories. She frequently pushes herself past that, to the point where she’s near total exhaustion. She pushes herself to the edge of injury. There’s no way she hasn’t passed out at least once during class. It freaked her classmates out a lot, but she just said she hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep the night before, and the whole incident was brushed off.

Because there’s also no way Hagakure isn’t extremely good at hiding all of this insecurity. First of all, it’s not like she’s insecure all the time. She is genuinely a very happy kind of person who enjoys life. It’s only at certain times that her insecurity rears its head: when she’s eating, when she’s training, when she stares at herself in the mirror, when she’s in the shower. But whenever she eats less than she wants to or trains more than she probably should, she always has the vague sense she’s doing something wrong. There is a part of her that feels what she’s doing is not healthy, but she knows her friends will make her stop if she tells them, and as much as she realizes that her actions are unhealthy, a much larger part of her doesn’t want to stop. She’s cared about the way her body looks since she was twelve, and she can’t stop now. So she’ll never tell anyone about her insecurities.

She puts in the effort to hide them. She usually does eat three meals a day, because she knows her friends will be worried if she doesn’t. But if she skips a meal once in a while, it’s definitely not as much of an accident as she tells her friends. She does let herself indulge sometimes. If she’s at a party or celebration or there’s cake in the kitchen (courtesy of Satou), she’ll let herself eat more than usual. She’ll just make it up later with extra training (she never fails to make it up). She’ll train with other people sometimes, but mostly she trains alone, so there’s no one around to stop her when she starts pushing herself too hard. She does a lot of training late at night, in her dorm room where she’s stashed a set of hand weights. The class has a running joke about how Hagakure can never wake up in the morning, but no one knows the real reason is because she often stays up really late exercising.

And what is this all for? It’s for the realization of an eleven-year-old girl that society will not be kind to her. It’s for the fact that she has an invisibility Quirk, and however much she loves her Quirk, it reduces her down to being nothing more than a body.

So, yeah, being invisible is cool and all, but it’s also kind of fucked up.

[demiidevil]

𝒲𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒰𝓅 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒… (this took me 8 hours please reblog!!)

[bloodbendingbabe]

In the vein of continuing to talk about Hawks as if he’s going to survive this ark...

After all, this is over, I imagine Hawks cultivates his own network of spies and informants. He made a lot of contacts under LOV, he’s able to maneuver the darkness a lot differently and he knows (and has always known) that the Hero Commission is flawed and cannot be trusted but he has still has a duty, still loves being a hero.

So he makes his own network to call from, builds his own shield of sorts against the evil that’s personally his own, acts as a spymaster over a bunch of cities, and undercover operations. He passes the important information to Endeavour when he needs to but handles a lot on his own, solving a lot of cases without the public ever knowing. It becomes a known secret that if something is going down you have to ask Hawks first, he fills a hole left by Sir Nightwing in terms of information gathering but he’s like ten times as secretive. And no one ever suspects him because he is so public as the no.2 hero!

And everyone is always like ”so tokoyami what did Hawks have you doing during your internships?” expecting patrol and speed training as the answer and tokoyami is like ”he had me watch a building for 18 hours straight and report about who left and entered” and I imagine he takes Shinsou on as an intern surprising everyone but everyone who knows, knows that Hawks is primarily using him for the spy operations, which Shinsou loves because he still gets hero experience. A lot of underground heroes come to love when their cases cross Hawks radar cause he pays a higher rate than normal. Any kid in 1-A who shows a penchant for deceit makes a trip through his office and grows in cunning which absolutely stresses out their teachers even more.

Just this Hawks that isn't being used as a pawn but is an active player in the game and is really good at it. The hero commission not realizing what they created until it's too late.

[queenangst]

Prompt: Aizawa faced with the possibility of losing one of his kids????

for my 30 min fic challenge / send a prompt, and i’ll write you a fic in 30 mins / ‘30 min fics’ tag

like light through a window [read on AO3]

The first time Shouta sees what Hagakure looks like, it’s because she’s covered in blood.

She’s gasping—he can see red smeared around her mouth like bright lipstick, and his mind can fill in the empty space in between. Dust has settled on the right side of her face. There, the line of her cheekbone; there, the curl of fluttering lashes; there, the shape of a nose.

“Hagakure,” he says, dropping to his knees. It’s not hard to pinpoint the source of the bleeding. She’s been— impaled, and the thought of it is sickening; the cold metal bar, the concrete. A villain attack, an unstable building. Everything had been going fine until it hadn’t.

The bleeding girl whimpers. He unloops his capture weapon and sets it aside, then lifts his shirt over his arms and folds it. Places it over the wound, pads the area as best he can. Hagakure makes a low, pained sound, and Shouta almost hates that he can see the way her mouth trembles.

“Hagakure, are you with me?”

“Se- sen,” she tries, and Shouta sees when she starts crying.

“It’s okay,” he says.

Shouta isn’t much of a liar, but this is no time for truths. How can he tell her how he sees her? Bleeding, severely injured—and both of them helpless. He cannot tell her…

“Sensei,” Hagakure finally says, and she tries to turn and gags. Shouta keeps one hand pressed down firmly, but moves so he can gently lift her head and turn it. Hagakure gasps, almost retching; a line of red dribbles from the side of her mouth. “Sensei… it hurts.”

“I know,” he says plainly, because she needs to hear that. “I know it hurts.”

“I’m scared.”

“It’s alright,” Shouta tells her. He slides his knee under her head, uses his free hand to brush her matted hair out of her face. “I’ve got you, Hagakure. Okay?”

He can’t see her eyes. Shouta thinks that’s the most terrifying part. He can see the other parts of her but not her eyes.

“I- I-”

And she starts crying again. Soft, stuttering noises.

Shouta takes his hand away for a second, and she whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he tells her, “I’m sorry, Hagakure, I’m going to try to reach someone again, okay?”

He tries. Static, and then a burst of technicolor noise—

“ —Eraserhead— is- you?”

“Midnight?” he snaps.

“—in contact! Eraserhead… building…”

“I need help as soon as you can send it,” he says, heart pounding. “Midnight, now. Hagakure is in bad condition.”

He wants to see Nemuri, so he can grab her by the shoulders and shake her and yell, where were you, where were any of you? So everyone can see the blood that’s crusting around his fingers, where were you?

He doesn’t say, she’s impaled, and he doesn’t say, if you don’t get here in the next few minutes she’ll—

Because he can’t say that, not to sweet Hagakure fighting to stay with him, not to himself.

“—rescue efforts already… minutes. Hang tight.”

“Make it quick, and bring medical help.”

The other side lapses into quiet. He can hear a few orders being carried out, and here, in the real corner of the building they’re hiding in, he can hear a distant rumbling as concrete and metal is moved aside.

“They’re…” Hagakure murmurs. Her head lolls. “They’re… coming?”

“Yes,” he says, and puts his hand back where it was, stroking her hair. “Yes, Hagakure. They’re coming.”

“‘t hurts.”

“I know.”

“I’m scared,” she says again, repeating it like a broken record—because it is terrifying, it must be, if she is feeling any fraction of the fear that has cracked his chest in two. “Sensei, I don’t… I don’t want…”

“I’m not letting you go anywhere, you understand me?”

Hagakure laughs a little. Shouta keeps pressing down, keeps holding. Her suit, newly designed, has caught the blood—he can see a deep red seeping across the invisible fabric and rendering it the color of wine.

“Always… so strict,” she says, and despite himself, Shouta smiles down at her.  

“Can’t let you off the hook.” She closes her eyes; he catches the movement. “Hagakure, I need you to stay awake for me.”

Opens them again, and the relief that echoes through him is dehabilitating.

“Okay,” she whispers.

And then, “Sensei, will you— can you hold… my hand?”

A gloved hand twitches, then lifts. He moves his own hand and catches it.

“If it’s too hard to talk, you don’t have to say anything,” Shouta tells her, “okay? You don’t have to tell me anything. I know. I’m here.”

She makes a wordless sound.

Shouta squeezes her hand; she squeezes back.

“I wanna… be a hero,” she says.

“You’re going to be a wonderful one.”

Her chest catches, and then goes back to its unsteady rhythm.

“I thought maybe…”

Shouta squeezes her hand again as she trails off, and Hagakure’s aware enough to squeeze back.

Distantly, the sound of help.

“Eraserhead!”

“We’re here,” he shouts, feeling his own voice echo. “Here!”

Lets go of Hagakure’s hand and feels the fingers shift. Lifts his hand to his mouth and whistles, three sharp, piercing whistles. Help.

Her body is so small. She’s so small, and so young, and the blood— andShouta can’t save her. He hadn’t been able to save Shirakumo, and he can’t save Hagakure either.

Shouta takes her hand again. By now Hagakure is whispering something; Shouta puts his head down, turns his ear and hovers over her mouth so he can still hear her.

“—hero… so people could see me,” she gasps. Then coughs, a rattling sound. “And so other people could… be seen.”

The first piece of rubble is finally moved aside, and Nemuri’s face appears in it. She turns and shouts back at her team, and the rubble is being cleared away.

Sunlight slips in, just a little shaft of it, but enough to light the scene. Blood on Hagakure, on her face, her side; on Shouta, on his hands.

The hand in his is cold and trembling, but he grasps it tighter. He squeezes. She squeezes back.

“Medic!” someone hollers, as the rest of the collapsed building is cleared. Shouta clutches Hagakure tight.

“It’s okay?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he tells her. “It’s going to be alright now. I’m not losing you.”

She can’t answer him. He squeezes her hand, and there is a long—breathless—moment where she doesn’t squeeze back. Her chest seizes, and then her fingers move faintly in his.

As help comes, as the sky is exposed around them, as the rescue efforts continue, Shouta keeps his eyes on Hagakure. He can’t see her eyes, but she can see his. That’s important.

“I’m always looking at you,” Shouta promises, and his voice cracks. “I see you, Hagakure. I promise. I’m looking at you.”

[ajmoonstar]

Hey can someone hug these poor kids and give them a break please?

[vitafer]

Here's Kaminari and Shinsou and my cat playing games and having fun! ╰(*´︶`*)╯

I love drawing them so much! 💙

[aeipati-deactivated20211203]

quick toga doodle bc i love me some knife wife

[justanotherass]

fanart of one of my favourite shinkami fics, Kiss Me Through The Screen by Ischemia!

[dungoubaystrogs]

Y’all really be sleeping on a Death Note AU where Light is Neito and L is Hitoshi tut tut

[valhalla-awaitsfor-us]

Im getting really tired of seeing Monoma being portrayed as a crazy dude, when clearly, the first time he show up, he was this cunning, clever and just over all an intimidating adversary.

He deserves so much better than this. 

Just look at his goddamn stats:

This boy is smarter than Shoto, Bakugo and THE MAIN PROTAGONIST…. BUT THATS NOT ALL! He also has an extraordinary technique and he knows how to work with others. 

And you are trying to tell me that he is just this weird, annoying crazy guy?

Nope, I can’t accept that.

With those stats and with his extravagant personality, Monoma could actually be a really interesting character. Just please, for the love of god, stop making him a comic relief.

[kannra21]

Finally someone said it. 

[drbtinglecannon]

THIS

THIS

Comic relief is one thing but please stop portraying him as this mentally unhinged nut job (and also make his mental health issues a joke? That’s not cool). Monoma is smart, skilled, and highly cooperative. He figured almost exactly to the number how many students Midnight would let pass the first round, he figured out Uraraka’s strategy against Bakugou before the entire crowd did, we see him borrow a quirk and immediately turn around and use it perfectly, and frankly he only lost in the sports festival because he picked a fight with Bakugou specifically — even Aizawa admitted as much.

He’s smarter, more skilled, and more cooperative than IIDA, and that perfect square boy is 2nd in his class grades-wise, was the first to have a super move, and was willing to fail his provisional license to make sure the rest of his class passed. Iida is my fav and I’m shocked his stats are lower than ‘that crazy 1B guy’

Monoma could be so much more, like a lot of side characters in bnha, but he specifically is one of those characters damned to never act how they’re canonically coded ‘for the lolz’.

[imidori-ya]

Late… Again… I suck at this lol

Inktober day 5: Fav quirk, Tokoyami Fumikage and Dark Shadow.

I honestly had a lot of fun with this one and I’m normally not all that good at clothes or dynamic poses so this is like my proudest achievement. Also I high key think Tokoyami is secretly a style icon but everybody be sleeping on him.

(Please don’t judge me for my inability to draw hands…)

[imidori-ya]

Bringing this bad boy back because I plan on doing a redraw soon using my new copic markers 👀

[jiroulovesrock]

💜 for @invisbabe 💜

I love you and happy Valentines Day baby boo 💜🌼💜