Me As A Writer

Young Touya's plea to his father

(a poem)

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Au where Tomura gets to heal and nothing happened to mon :) Something cozy to make me happy~

*writes two paragraphs after months of literally nothing and it took three hours*

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

Me: I'll do a simple manga panel colouring to finally draw faster in digital

Me to myself: FUCK OFF

Toga probably would have enjoyed knowing that Izuku was able to recognize her no matter what face she was wearing. Too bad Izuku never voiced this conclusion that he recognized her from the Provisional Licensing Exam.

Because as much as Toga's wish to become other people was partially motivated by her own self hatred, at the core of it she wanted to be truly known and loved by someone she loved in return. Hatred may not be the right word, but Toga's desire to become other people was linked to her feelings that she was never able to fulfill societal expectations of normalcy. So she sought to become people who have traits that she felt that she lacked.

Stain was admired by large segments of their society despite having a similar blood ingestion quirk and had ambitions for structural change. Izuku had convictions he believed so strongly he would destroy himself for them. Ochako fit within the definition of normal without trying and she had people who trusted her absolutely.

It's clear in retrospect that Toga's crushes represent her own personal wishes for herself: acceptance of herself as she is by society and her loved ones, convictions she believed so strongly she would bet her life on them, and the trust of the people dear to her.

WHEEZE

*In the midst of trying to flirt with Dabi*

You: *proceeding to get closer to him* So… wanna go upstairs?

Dabi: Alright, I guess

You: You got protection~?

Dabi: Why, what’s up there?!?

I might sob into my pillow for a bit, bc wow that's actually pathetic, then immediately get back on my bullshit, ngl

Ngl I'd actually like to see how much I've read this year.

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