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[e1ana]

a little tododeku love :)

y’all! 

i got to participate in @tododekuvalentine as a reciprocator to @tiredaroaceperson!!! u should absoLUTELY go read their’s first or you will have no clue what’s goin on, but here’s my part :)

[e1ana]

my secret santa gift!!!

soooooo 

this year i participated in @bnhasecretsanta2019! it was such an incredible experience, and i made so many new friends :’) i’m so glad i got to do the prompt i was given! i actually ended up doing a t o n more than i was expecting because i was just so into it :|

without any more blah blah bullshit, here is my gift to @uravityofficial! i really hope you enjoy :)

[e1ana]

another gift *worm dances*

ya’ll! 

i got the awesome chance to be a pinch hitter for the secret santa i participated in a few months back! I was asked some nice erasermic fluff, and i would never miss the chance to write me buys uwu

so @kwarfish, here’s your present from meeee!

i hope you enjoy (and sorry for being a little late!)

[e1ana]

so......

i started something really messed up :|

i was getting broed of writing all this cute shit! ya girl needs a little gore in her life too. I’ve already got the gist of it mapped out, but so far only chapter one is up.

its called (drumroll pleaseeee)....

Flipping the Switch!

basically, Shigaraki goes molto loco and tries to redeem himself by taking away his power in a very greusome way. this ends up getting him and the league offered the chance of a lIFeTime!!! will they take it? will they even survive long enough to see it through???? GAH! SO ANGSTY! SO GORY!

i really pushed my limits with this, since its been a hot sec since i wrote gore or proper angst. im very satisfied tho.  :)

again, heed the cautions if you deide to read! there’s a sneek peak below the keep reading, but i don’t know if it might get taken down... tumblr gods, spare me!

Here it is!! 

He wished his mind had never been opened to the truth. That it wasn’t nurturing, it was manipulation. That the better future didn’t actually involve wiping out anyone who stood in their way. That the blinding rage would soon consume him too, and pull him under and fill his lungs with unbearable burning. 

That Tenko had been destroyed, and Tomura was merely a manufactured product. A puppet, if you will.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. This was the most direct to that success. This would solve everything, theoretically. It would be the ultimate repentance. Sure, he’d lose the very thing that brought him to power. But he’d bring no more pain. He’d destroy nothing else. His resolve to kill was destroyed, leaving him with only the harsh realities and repercussions of his actions. You can’t use a weapon that isn’t there. It’d be easy. He took a deep breath. 

Maybe he’d get Tenko back, too. 

He drove the knife into his finger without much thought. The bone snapped with much less force than he’d expected to use. He stared open mouthed at the counter, face wet. The severed finger stared back at him. Blood leaked slowly from the digit. Two marred, jagged pieces of bone portended from his skin - one from the nub of bloodied flesh on his hand and the other from the finger that rolled across the granite.

[e1ana]

yall mfs like robots??

am write and decided to do something that goes beep boop boop

obvi its still not fleshed out but i wanted to dip my toes into writing tododeku? i mean it’s one of my favorite ships of all time and i still haven’t done anything for it, shame on me.

basically shouto be an engineer at his fatheres company, and deku be the beep-boop machine he makes. i honestly have no clue what direction it’ll go in lol. we’ll see. heres a little baby pee at what i have so far.

Shouto runs his hand over the flexible rubber one last time, reveling in the distinct skin-like texture of it. It’s not warm and no pulse thrums underneath it, but it feels human enough.

He. He feels human enough. His pride and joy, the result of a complex AI he’d been developing for over a decade. Pre-programmed with basic knowledge - how to read, how to write, how to learn, and most importantly, how to feel. Years and years of fine tuning the code, finally made into a material thing. 

The form of a young man, presumably around Shouto’s own age. Data taken from surveys about the most conventionally attractive male attributes. Curly hair, green of his own courtesy. Large green eyes and soft cheeks that melt into a strong jawline. A muscular build, but not overly so. Just below the average height, standing at 5 feet and 6 inches tall. A bright smile that would learn to show itself in a few hours. In all senses of the word, his project - this man, this being he’s created - is perfect. Maybe a bit plain looking, but perfect. 

Shouto types, fingers flying over the keyboard as he finalizes the last few lines of code. He takes a steadying breath before finally running the program and bringing the machine to life. Its - his - eyes open slowly, blinking as the sensors adjust to the overwhelming fluorescent lighting of the room. He lifts both arms, then both legs, then turns its head side to side and takes in the surroundings. His mouth gapes open and closed like a fish.

“Hello,” Shouto says.

and some shitty dad angst >:(

“Stupid,” Enji hisses. Izuku feels his hot breath against his cheek with the new nerve endings. “Stupid fucking machine!”

Izuku’s head snaps to the side, a searing hot and uncomfortable pressure slamming across his cheek. This is not how he wanted to break in his new nervous system. He stumbles backwards and grips his cheek, gasping and blinking quickly. A large hand grips his hair, pulling him forward and to Enji’s eye level.

“You have no purpose. You exist simply to exist. My son could have developed life saving technology, but he wasted his time on a goddamn useless robot!”

Izuku scrabbles at his hand but only receives a kitchen counter in his stomach. His head swims with pain. He’s sure that if he could cry, his face would be covered in slobber. Despite his best efforts to squirm away or fight back, Enji is far heavier than he is. Hard arms keep him pinned against the counter with his cheek flush to the cold table, fuel slowly leaking onto the table from his cracked visage. Izuku panics, scrambling to find a weak spot in Enji’s grip. Enji’s hands squeeze at his neck, searching for the charging port.

“Shouto! Shouto!” Izuku’s never heard his voice so high pitched. He didn’t think that was possible.

“Shut the fuck up! Gonna have to fill this up with water, fuck the circut up… or i could just break you like the scrap metal you are.”

“Shouto!”

Izuku’s lucky that Enji is as inebriated as he his - the man can’t seem to maneuver his thick fingers into the hidden flap beneath skin. Izuku’s cries rise in pitch and urgency as Enji tugs at the serration. He’s properly screaming now, the nerves in his throat burning every time he lets out another yell.

The fossit of the sink turns on, and Izuku’s heart drops into his feet. Oh, oh god, he’s actually going to die like this. With his neck held under the water and his body thrashing violently as he short circuits. Will it hurt? Will his new system pick up on the electricity flooding his insides? Will it hurt to fry from the inside out?

tell me if she’s tasty, are yall feeling well fed? i hope so :) i wanna finish it completely (or mostly) before i post it, so here’s hoping to sometime in maybe late-ish spring

[e1ana]

Oh lord here comes another fic

Yessss ok i get it i have to many ongoing fics BUT

This one is really fun to write!!!!! Like really fun!!!! I’ve been having writers block with both THA and To Be a Star so I was like oh fuck whAt am I gonna do with all this pent up creative energy

Soooooo i wrote another fic. This one is a lot less action and a lot more slow(ish) burn romance and heavy angst! It’s a ShinKami fic because I’m a fucking sucker. It’s called....

How to Get a Boyfriend (In Four Easy Steps!)

I L o v e writing it. I’m obsessed. And it’s been doing so well djfbekdnfj thanks???? It’s already passed doUble the THA kudos and has half its reads with only 2 chapters up. So. Massive thanks.

I’m workin on chapter three rn, but that writers block is coming. I’m DETERMINED to finish this. I’m not gonna let writers block fuck up the thing that’s supposed to be deterring it.

Anyways. Here’s the shortest sneak peek in the world. And it’s defo not final. I have another concept for this chapter and I might use that one instead, blah blah blah. E n j 0 y :)

ALSO! I’m gonna start tagging all my writing with #e1anawrites so its easier to find :)

(and yeth, mr. denki k does indeed have a little brother)

Ah, he gets it now. Sometime in his past life, he angered a god. Or a deity. Or a demon. Or killed someone or something. That’s the only logical explanation for why the world’s been fucking him so hard.

Kaminari pushes the door open. Immediately, the house is bustling with chaos.

“Denk, Denk, DENK!”

A sparking, blonde ball of energy comes flying at Kaminari at full force. He subconsciously rests a hand on his brother’s head. Fuck. Why were his parents home? The screech of a chair on hardwood and thundering footsteps follows shortly after.

“Denki? Denki, you’re back!”

Another stronger pair of arms wrap around his body. “Don’t touch me!”

“Ah, what’s this? You’re not glad to be back?”

“You’re the one who told me to get out in the first place!”

His dad blinks slowly at him. “We were just upset, Showstopper. We didn’t mean that, of course!”

Kaminari pushes out of the hug and through the threshold of the house. “Don’t wanna come back anyways. I just came to get some stuff. C’mon, Shinsou.” The two walk up the stairs. Shinsou gives a curt wave before he follows. 

“So…”

“I just need to get some extra clothes and shit. I’ll only be a second.”

He dips into his room, beckoning Shinsou behind him. Damn, this is some awkward silence. Shinsou keeps glancing over at him with concern filled eyes. It’s hard for Kaminari not to lose it on the spot.

T0 bE C0nTinUed11!!!!1!11!@1!1!!21

[e1ana]

fic requests :)

y’all, quarentine is currently busting my creative balls. 

so, i thought i’d open up fic requests! just send me an ask w/ an idea and i just might write about it! bnha only please! no restrictions on ships (unless they’re... you know.), but i don’t know a ton abt all of them.

i’ve got a lot of time to kill, y’all. send me shit and i’ll do my best!

[e1ana]

send me requests homies

yall i be like: hella bored 

send me some mf requests! sfw or nsfw i dont care i just need something to write 

:)