Its Always Needs To Be Shocking And Awful For People To Give A Shit On Here, As If The Situation Isnt

“Blood sweat and tears” such an excellent method of measuring investment. Yeah I worked really hard on this, hurt myself a lot, cried the whole time. stress nosebleed, sweated profusely, sobbed openly. Bleeding sweating crying etc. And everyone goes oh. Well done.

Honestly if we compare him with someone else, AFO *bitch cough* we can easily see who acts like a 5 year old, who has never been told no and is on crack. Like those people who act like Tomura is the incel for his temper tantrums and anger issues and whining and bitching have never seen how AFO acts. Please look at this ancient ass manchild and don't try to tell me Tomura is an incel or the worse one

y'all really call tomura an incel, hikkomori, gremlin when he's at this stage? really?

like guys when he's at this point, he's calmed down a lot and doesn't have any more anger episodes. idk why a lot of y'all think he only changes when we get to plf him.

also can we stop calling him an incel & hikkomori?

a.) he allowed toga and magne to join the lov. he wouldn't do that if he was an incel. b.) if you're talking about him still being at the bar, he's like that bc of his depression and that's one of afo's grooming methods. like he's not someone who isolates himself. we see him freely interacting with the league, chilling on the couch. that's him being his true self, when he's AWAY from his groomer. afo wants to keeps tomura in a level of despair and hatred. we see him get better and calms down AWAY from afo.

y'all need to stop reading the ooc tomura x reader fics for awhile and pick up the damn manga again.

controversial writing tip

open a document and start writing

me, halfway through listening through a song: hmm this might have otp potential

*restarts song but this time listening with Blorbo Intent

The League of Villains, facing off against an enemy that can conjure up their deepest wants/needs.

Shigaraki, about to decay them.

Enemy: “Oh, look at that. A small corgi puppy.”

Shigaraki: “Mon-Chan?”

Dabi: “Don’t believe it. That’s not real.”

Enemy: “And what do we have here? Endeavor is near death?”

Dabi: “Knock it off.”

Enemy: “Oh? And he’s looking at you.”

Dabi: “… He’s looking at me?”

Spinner: “Don’t let them distract you, Dabi.”

Enemy: “And what’s this?? A kiss with Shigaraki—“

Spinner, knocking them out.

Everyone looking at Spinner.

Spinner, shrugging: “Who knows who could have wanted that?”

If my autism off-putting to you, that’s your problem and not mine

Izuku stagnated as a character, reaching a point in his development and never growing beyond it. Throughout BNHA, he learned about how unfair and corrupt Hero Society was, even being a victim of it himself when he was quirkless. 

Izuku would experience doubt and start to question the world he idolized for so long, only to return to worshiping and defending it. He kept speaking about “saving” Tomura but failed and acted as if he couldn’t because heroes can’t “save” everyone. In the end, Izuku and his classmates become cogs in Hero Society’s machine, and nothing changes. He repeatedly encountered proof of Hero Society’s failure, but in the end, none of this mattered to him.

Instead of becoming the catalyst of change and leading it with his classmates and the League of Villains, Izuku decided to accept Hero Society as is. He's so blinded by his adoration for heroes that he ignores the corruption and flaws of the society they uphold. 

Horikoshi hit a wall with Izuku’s character, reducing him to a pro-Hero Society bootlicker instead of making him someone who is a hero of change and improvement.

May I say I was inspired by @palesweetscherryblossom

The human felt his heart throb loudly in his ears, he couldn't hear anything but his own heart beat as he ran. His limbs burnt as he thought he would fall at any moment and die. But he kept inhaling harshly even if it hurt. Even if the needed oxygen burned in his lungs and blurred his vision. He just wanted to get away, he wanted to be as far away as possible from that... that MONSTER! Tears tickled in his eyes and had made their way down his scarred cheeks, the marks on them were not just from the countless times he laid on that cold metal table.

Pain ran through his body as he gasped and she'd tears, his limbs shook as his hands were now open and bruised while his entire body twitched in the ground. His stupid self couldn't even keep his clothes clean! Now he just panted as his eyes darted around. He could barely make put anything... beside the fact that he wasn't in the woods anymore. Oh god!!? Where was he?! He needed to move.

He yelled at his body and coughed as he lifted himself up on his knees. His hands burned as the blood was smeared on the grass and dirt, he'd be lucky if he survived the night. Even more if he won't die from an infection later, he thought to himself before he coughed out some water again. His head turned upwards to the dark sky, even the so called "Gods" betrayed him now! Or did they cry tears of sadness... or mercy for him? He did not know.

Once he managed to pull himself up on his legs and had wiped his tears away with his long white sleeves, which were criminally dirty and bloody now, he was able to see a mansion or castle ahead. He was indeed no longer in the woods, he was in a luxurious garden with neatly trimmed rose bushes and a beautiful mental gate. It seemed like he had tripped over the cobblestone path before it when he exited the wounds.

A small pant exited his lips while his shaking body tried desperately to give him some warmth. But soaked in his own blood and rain it was nearly impossible for his weak and inferior body to do so. He cursed his limps out as he moved them, his hands reached for the cold metal gate as he opened it with ease. His crooked pinkies glided along the metal poles for just a moment before he stepped closer.

He had to sneeze and gasp while moving through the garden to get to the door, curse his allergies. He just hoped that the owner of the palace was kind enough to let him stay the night and not die in the rain. But he doubted they would even see him as a human, bot with his pointy ears, crooked fingers and weak color. He looked more dead than alive as his body fought for every step he took. Now he knew why his father had been so cruel, so violent. He had tried to deny it all his life... but... but..

He was weak, pathetic even. He was a waste of air.... not worth living, a simple mistake... miscalculation.

His body screamed with pain as he had collapsed before the door. Everything was dark and cold as he had fallen against the door and then down. He couldn't even know properly, how pathetic. Every breath was harder than the last as he tried to unstick his tongue from his throat. He could barely see a thing as his body jumped between being absolutely limb and twitching.

Though, he then felt something. As the world turned blurry there was something... something gentle. He had to fight to open his eyes again, there was a light! Was this it? Was it truly over? Will he now leave all this behind? Will his pain finally stop? He made out a figure... they... were glowing, right? He blinked again as a gentle hand cupped his face it was cool... or not really? This... this was a... an angel.

"It appears like you are lost traveler from far lands. And terribly hurt additionally," a soft and sweet voice whispered to him. It had so much warm, so much kindness. The man put up a last fight as he moved to sit up. His eyes fully focused on the beautiful angle before him.

They had a gentle glow... almost a halo around their long white hair, wavey and perfectly taken care of. Gentle but strong arms helped him sit up as he was also pulled closer, they were not disgusted by his sweaty and dirty body. The gentle fingertips danced over his skin, cleaning his cheeks and removing his tears. The fair skin along their limbs had a beautiful glow and appeared flawless... so royal..

"Please... please help me," he gasped and coughed immediately after, his voice was weak and nothing to mention. It was so dry it made his head spin from just talking, "please! I beg you," his electric blue eyes searched for their face only to feel a sudden rush of blood travel to his face. A gorgeous man held him in his arms, as gorgeous as the nightsky that should have been above them. We'll kept hair framed his perfect face. It looked so beautifully slim with defined cheekbones his eyes were surrounded by scars just like his lips and neck. But they only added to the beauty of those thin but beautiful lip and crimson red eyes.... glowing in the... glowing? RED EYES!!!

He gasped as he tried to move but he was held in place... mostly by his body's inability to do anything. Even if he was supposed to run and scream he had no energy to talk and move. He couldn't fight... he could yell... he could only look at the beautiful vampire before him.

"Oh, I see you have been in trouble. Though you do not seem like a human to me, you smell different. You smell almost like me, though not entirely. What have they done to you?" He whispered as his eyes traveled over his body, which had a couple bite marks, and then halted at his face and features. After a small pause a soft smile formed on his face, fangs poking out past his lips. "Do you accept my humble help?" He whispered as he gingerly sat the man down before him and then undid his fancy button up.

The lace around the sleeves, chest and neck shifted down as he had opened his well-made and expensive shirt exposing his neck and chest. He didn't seem bothered by the cold of the night at all, not even the fact that now that he sat on the ground his clothes soaked up everything around them. "I'll aid your mortal pains. Come here, enjoy the honor of being offered my self," he uttered as Toya felt another rush of blood travel through his body.

This heavenly creature had unveiled itself before him and now this?! He spoke so calmly and softly as his body didn't even shiver from the winds around them, unlike Toya's. His body shook as his eyes focused on the exposed and blemished skin around his neck. His brain had flipped as he just thought about jumping the vampire. But he needed to run! He... he..... he...

After a few moments of silence the other spoke again as one of his hands extended towards Toya and caressed his cheeks gingerly with his long index finger. "I'm Tomura, what's your name humble stranger?" His words were almost like a warm spring breeze towards him. He could not believe anyone would want to talk to him like that... ever.

"Mh... my... my n-.. name is T-Toya," he stuttered as his teeth shook and clattered.

"Toya, a wonderful name. Tell me Toya, why don't you take me up on my offer?" He questioned as he slowly guided his body closer, it did not fight his attempts as it was hardly able to move on its own.

"I'm.... I.. I am ... human... no.. not ... a v-v-ampire," he explained as his eyes focused on the other's expression. It was neither mad nor disappointed or even unhappy. It remained soft and neutral... like a beautiful porcelain statue filled with honor and grace.

"But you want to survive don't you?"

"I... I... I do, as... as," he couldn't continue. He had been bitten by vampires on his escape... he had run from everything thag had come his way so far. How was this breathtaking stranger... no... no Tomura, going to help him? "You... won't be... be able to... to turn me."

"Well, I am not planning on biting you. But let me tell you something, I am very special. Just try and drink my blood, you will understand instantly," his voice sang as it almost lured him in with the gentle eyes and beautiful shell.

"I... I am human... I.. I don't drink blood!" He fought back as he felt his mouth water. He was human! He was not a monster! He swallowed the saliva that had pooled into his mouth and almost dripped past his cool and numb lips.

"You are not human, I am sure you are very aware of that," Tomura stated as his eyes focused on his guest.

"I...you...," he didn't answer.

The vampire spoke with a soft voice, close to a whisper, "It's okay, there is no need to be afraid. My gift is not one of malice. It's a beautiful gift of strength and health beyond your wildest imagination, Toya. You Wil never tremble from the cold ever again. You will never be on the brink of death ever again. All your mortal shackles will be undone, and you'll be free."

Toya felt his heart pause and then burst at the thought of freedom. He had... had never been... free. His father never allowed it, he was supposed to only listen to him. He was supposed to stay in the cold cage of the basement and not cry for help. He should take it... he was weak. He was worthless. But he shool his head slowly. "No... I... I am not a monster," his voice was almost drowned by the rain around them.

"Is thaf what you think of me? Of yourself?" Tomura's crimson eyes glowed up faintly, causing Toya to shake, but nothing happened... he... was well, the hands were still cradling his face softly," You think you know me, but do you truly? Or do you just believe the lies of the red skies the humans tell you about, but no matter what they say or make up, the sky will always be blue," he chuckled at the end. "And if I were such a vicious barbaric creature, I would have eaten you long ago," his voice almost turned into a purr before the eyes stopped glowing.

"But... I... the killing... the thirst. I... I don't want to be like that. It's... cold... dark... unforgiving," he stammered as he tried to focus on the words more than his numb tongue. He can't hold on for much longer.. but... but he didn't.... didn't..

"Thirst and hunger are natural, you experience this as well. You can wait until it's time for a meal. You'll learn to control your hunger. The darkness, however, is only there because you think it's there. You hold a blindfold before your own eyes and act like you can't tale it off. The darkness is only a mere shadow or what you would call fear. And you do fear, don't you? I can smell your fear, but it's not me entirely, isn't it?" His voice dripped with temptation as Toya felt him shift and lean his shoulder closer.

He may deny it... but he can smell it... he smelled wonderful... tasty even. He turned his head away at the last second to try and remain his human control and honor.

"You won't need to fear any longer. You'll have the power to remove the blindfold and bend your fears with just just pinky. The world will bend to your will. No one will be able to hurt you ever again~. Doesn't that sound wonderful, Toya? Doesn't that sound like paradise?" He smiled as the name of the other sounded so beautiful on his tongue.

He swore he had never heard something so soft and endearing before. His eyes focused on the blurry ground before returning to the almost glowing figure before him hesitantly. "But... but I'll lose myself, I lose who I am... I... I would lose Toya," he gasped. But then again... was that against his own wishes?

Just the tip of one of Tomura's fingers was enough to turn his head fully to himself. Toya felt his insides squeeze when the vampire still wore the gentle expression... how could he? He had insulted him? And yet... yet he couldn't help but look deeply into those eternal eyes.

"You won't lose yourself. You were never you, but now you, a small caterpillar, will finally be able to turn into the most beautiful and colorful butterfly. But before you will do so you have to build your cocoon. You then will lay yourself into it and slowly decompose your self, and rebuild it. Everything that defines "You" will be used to form a new "You". Now tell me, will that new "You" made out of the exact materials from your old "You" be a different "You", just because you yourself changed the composition of what defines yourself?"

The mutant was silent as his eyes traveled along the timeless beauty of the other's face. He bit on his own tongue and inner cheeks as he, on one hand, tried to ignore the alluring scent and thoughts of finally drinking some real blood... and, on the other hand, thinking about his question. However, he knew the answer. He knew it by heart. But... he didn't know if he could abandon his caterpillar life just like that.

The vampire extended his wrist of one hand gently towards him. The flesh was cool but the pulse of life was slow and steady below the skin. He could smell the sweet and intriguing scent of blood already, just this time he couldn't stop his mouth from watering as drops of saliva escaped his lips. He had wanted this for so long, it had been forbidden... it was a sin. It was not human to want to blood of another.

"Take it," his silvery voice pulled him closer, "You know it's the only way forward. Take a leap of faith, I promise you won't regret it," his voice turned velvet-smooth as the hand on his face guided him closer to the vampire, drawing him in temptation. "I'll be by your side, every step of the way. I am going to guide you through everything. You will never be alone again, dearest Toya."

There was a long and tense moment of silence between them before Toya's eyes turned soft as well. He didn't have any strength left in his limps as he moved his head to reach the shoulder. But he was to weak. His entire body collapsed against the vampire who caught him... like promised. His soft and weak gaze looked at his radiant expression while the vampire pulled him closer into an embrace anf towards the wall. There was no need to say anything, he was sure he wasn't even able to say a thing.

The world turned dark, cold and blurry as he closed his weak eyelids. Breathing was more difficult with every passing second as he forced the air into his lungs. He tried his very best to define reality and make the impossible reachable. His cold limbs reasted against the unknown but sweet figure of the vampire... the sweetest person he had met in his short life... was this it? But... he wanted to be a butterfly... the most beautiful.... of... them... all.

......

...

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It's

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Not over?

A sudden burst of warm energy flowed through him. His body shook weakly whike his eyelids flew open, though as soon as they did so his entire body heated up. Sweet and delicious blood hung around his lips and pooled into his mouth. He had to swallow harshly, but with every small bit he felt his vision and senses come back.

Soft lips were placed against his as he felt them disconnected for just a moment before coming back with new sweet blood. His entire mind flipped as he finally made out the magnificent man with blood all over his lips. He bit his own arm, and then his face moved to him quickly. He couldn't do a single thing as their open mouths met again, and more life force was brought into his body.

He closed his eyes and swallowed before his fingertips twitched. Longer nails had grown which moved along the cool skin on the vampire. But Toya's mind was gone. Swiftly and unexpectedly his hands speeded towards Tomura. One placed itself on his back while the other moved to his head, holding onto the luxurious, velvet locks that simmered in the soft moon light. He pulled him closer as the other tried to move back, capturing his lips in an even softer kiss. The vampire passed for only a moment before he gave in and kissed the other as well.

The mutant didn't even know how his body was doing it... but it was moving as he slowly sat up again and held Tomura in place, though he could tell the vampire clearly allowed it as he enjoyed the kiss as well. It was messy but incredibly soft. He had never known something could feel so warm and gentle. Still, he only kept their lips intertwined for a few more moment before his mind was fully broken, and his head moved to something more delicious. A soft film of the addicting and numbing substance remained on his lips as he panted. His eyes started to glow, but the gaze in them was lost and clouded. He only wanted one thing, his neck.

He couldn't hesitate any longer as he sunk his teeth into the soft and now seemingly warmer flesh. He grunted as he did so, but he couldn't help but hear an impossibly sweet and almost vulnerable gasp from the other. Though what he could definitely feel was both their bodies shaking before they melted against one another. Tomura's arms settled around his shoulders as he held onto his head and held him close while soft gasps came from his lips.

The vampire might not admit it, but he had never had anyone drink his blood. He knew that vampires had venom in their fangs that made the victim calmer and may even arouse one to make them putty in place... but feeling it himself.. his knees turned into jelly. He had not known that they could do that.

But that did not mean he would stop Toya, no... his own vision blurred as he heard the man gasp and then grunt before their lips met again. This time more violently, he could clearly feel the fangs in his mouth as they pulled against his lips... but so did his own as he pushed him closer and then down.

The mutant gasped when his body hit the ground. His vision had turned red while he looked at the gorgeous vampire who now hovered above him, panting as blood dripped down from his lips. Their gazes met for a moment, it felt so long and incredibly soft before Tomura lowered himself down and bit his shoulder for just a few seconds. Thought those seconds made everything tingle and jump inside the other before their lips met for a kiss again.

The aristocratic vampire pulled him closer before he slowly went limp in his arms. He could feel his blood in his mouth and own system pulsate while their lips met again and again for sweet and light kisses. It felt like forever before their lips finally let go of ome another as they panted and drowned in each other's glowing eyes. The vampire smiled as he looked down at the other, now adorned with attractive glowing blue eyes. "It's just like I promised, isn't it?"

"Yeah.... and more," the newly born butterfly whispered to him as one of his cool hands moved up to cup his cheek on the left side, "that and even more."

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Here is something for you and your new AU. I love homoerotic vampires. And I'll probably make this into a whole fic with the child reader.

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It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.

Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.