the all mights on my dash??? all great. @peacetoken, @allmaiito, @allmighted, and @xforall? i love them. love them all. please keep up the good work!

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the all mights on my dash??? all great. @peacetoken, @allmaiito, @allmighted, and @xforall? i love them. love them all. please keep up the good work!
is your shinsou appreciation on our level
@xforall ❤’d for a lil’ smth
The door clicks shut behind them, and Chiyo doesn’t waste a beat.
“You’re blaming yourself.”
It’s not a question, not by any stretch of the imagination. Anyone who has known All Might for even just half as long as she has would be able to tell – it’s in the minute changes in his expression, the subtle difference in his posture to how he usually carries himself. Not that such an observation is necessary given the situation at hand. The loss of his former sidekick, too sudden by far to make much needed amends ... it’s a tragedy too dreadful to leave anyone unaffected, much less those whose lives were touched by the late hero.
Chiyo knows of the history between him and the former Symbol of Peace, some parts more than others, but most of all she knows what kind of person All Might is. That crazy, valiant, mind-bogglingly selfless man had stubbornly taken it upon himself to carry the world, and yet he still found a million new ways each day to further increase that crushing weight.
This elderly nurse is no fool – All Might is only human, no matter how much he would like to omit that fact. She’d been granted the first of several glimpses beneath his perfect facade years ago, way before the world at large had learned of the impending end of his career, but not much has changed since then beyond the loss of his heroic outward appearance. Then and now, this bullheaded man continues to refuse support when it matters most.
Perhaps she’s a fool after all, hoping to change that.
“There’s no point in keeping it all in, you know.”
(Closed Tales of the Wild starter for @xforall )
“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” The kid was a long drink of water, that was for sure, but about as sturdy-looking as a scarecrow. “Tthere’s a double-handful of Bokoblins out that way, and they’ve been partying for the last three days on overripe hydromelons. It’s a good way to get yourself used as a pincushion, if they don’t decide to chop you up first.”
@xforall, how was that?
Training sessions ended in their usual fashion; with bumps, bruises, and howls about the indignity of having to deal with a poor partner and even poorer circumstances.
Gloved fingers brushed a spatter of gravel from the folds of her clothes. She fell into the bumped and bruised categories, and not so much the complaining one. Even then, but a few light scuffs littered her skin and outfit. All around, not a bad day.
The last item on her daily checklist was a brief chat with a teacher. An informative meet-and-greet – nothing more, nothing less.
Or, it should have been. Her evaluator? Oh, only one of the best heroes of all time. As far as teachers went, All Might stood among the less reserved. She suspected his friendliness would lead to more chatter than strictly necessary. It would be nice to get to know an experienced hero and to have him expound on what she needed to develop, but she had to wonder how much fluff she’d have to dig through first. His enthusiasm, she anticipated, would be both a blessing and a curse.
In spite of the scrawnier stature he possessed these days, she spotted him by the gym’s entrance easily enough. That yellow suit made a wonderful, if eyesore-worthy, beacon.
(And, it looked ten times less horrendous on him in this form. Maybe that was just because there was less yellow to look at.)
After striding over to him, her hair swished with the movement of a brief bow.
“Good afternoon, Sensei. Thank you for meeting with me.”
❝ all ... might ... ? ❞ this was a dream, right? he was dreaming. he had to be. it wouldn’t be the first time. he dreamed about seeing All Might all the time -- alive and breathing, surviving Kamino a little worse for wear but alive. those dreams almost always ended up a nightmare, though ... whether because the memory of his death surfaced, warping the dream - image of All Might into something lifeless and still, or because Izuku woke up and realized reality was not as it should be. as he wanted it to be.
but it had been years since all might had died. years. years since he had been killed. since UA had closed its doors to izuku, since izuku had turned his back on the hero world. and yet ... and yet here he was. in his hero outfit, the bold reds and blues hard to mistake, that blinding grin, his larger than life presence. all might was here, in front of him ... how? ❝ no ... ❞ izuku shook his head. this wasn’t real. the man wasn’t real. taking a step back, izuku grew wary. cautious. he always carried a few support items on him, in case he ever got into any trouble. and this ... this was trouble. the shock, the hurt -- they melted away, leaving in its place something cold and angry and furious. it was one thing to try and tear down what all might had built : it was another thing to pretend to be him. whoever this villain was, trying to trick him, trying to play with him ... trying to dishonor all might by taking on his appearance ... izuku’s eyes narrowed, pressing down on his wrist --- disabling the cloaking on his gloves and making them appear out of seemingly nowhere.
❝ whoever you are, ❞ he began, beginning to slide into a defensive stance. there was a cold look on his face --- cold, cold, cold, a look he’d never had before kamino. a look he’d had more and more since his career change. a look he aimed towards his enemies. ❝ you’re going to regret doing this. ❞
starter for @xforall ! // VILLAIN AU.
Plus Ultra, right? Kenta couldn’t afford to take it easy, not now that he was a student at UA. He had to keep pushing himself, training every part of his body and his quirk as much as he could.
Even if the only training he could think of wouldn’t be particularly pleasant.
“Um, excuse me, Yagi?” Surely someone with such crazy-strong punches would be able to push his barrier to its limits. “Could you please help me with something?”
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Glares at him the entire day non-stop. ( Hi I got erasure quirk have fun not using one for all bakugou )
You’ve gotta blink at some point.