Wanted To Try Something New.

self-indulgent canon AU where Sorahiko is a sentient manifestation of One for All (call that a spirit guardian) that gets passed down the line. wc: ~750

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When Yoichi's brother forces the meta ability into him, tying this new thing to the very core of Yoichi’s being, it takes time for the consequences to unfurl. Yoichi is curled on his side, shivering on the floor. It’s dark again. Oppressively so, and lonely besides. The only sound is his shallow breathing and the rustle of his loose clothes against stone.

“This is fucked up,” says a low, rumbling voice. Yoichi freezes.

It’s not his brother. He doesn’t think anyone could’ve slipped in while the door was open either.

“Are you even awake?” the voice demands. “Hey! Yoichi!”

There’s a—there’s a—! Yoichi jerks away from the cold hand pressing against his shoulder, a garbled shriek flying free from his throat. The person who’s somehow slipped into the vault with him curses, but doesn’t chase after Yoichi, even as he scrambles to put his back against a wall. He breathes heavily. His ribs ache. 

“Yoichi,” says the voice. “This is not the time to freak out.”

“Who are you? And how did you get in here, past my brother?” Yoichi snaps back.

“Oh, that’s easy. He brought me in.” There’s a shuffling sound. He hopes that means the stranger is simply sitting instead of preparing to pounce. “As for who I am… well. I don’t think I ever got a name. The man whose meta ability your brother stole, he wasn’t terribly creative. And your meta ability has done something to me, the biggest change of which is that I can,” and here, the stranger snaps his fingers twice, “be here.”

“You’re a meta ability?” 

“In the flesh.”

“You have a conscious?”

“Something like it,” he agrees. “Not sure what I look like, to be honest. Our digs leave a lot to be desired.”

Yoichi is dizzied, and he can’t determine if this is another fainting spell or just the sheer unbelievability of what the man is saying. He and his brother have encountered more Meta Abilities over the years, but very, very few of them have manifested a separate (yet still linked) being. His brother tried one, once, and immediately offloaded the ability into a different person, claiming that he didn’t have the tolerance to play host to any being with an opinion he couldn’t shut down. Yoichi, a decade past wanting an imaginary friend to help him restrain his brother, simply let the issue go.

“Hold on,” he says, weakly. “You’re saying… you keep saying… are you my meta ability?”

A slow, sarcastic clapping. “At least you said it out loud.”

“The one my brother gave me?”

“No. Something more.” A contemplative hum, and then the odd sound of squeaking rubber. “The better question to ask is, how do I go away? Or, most importantly, can I be harmed?”

The detached interest in the stranger’s tone spurs Yoichi into stilted action, spiked by the oppressive darkness and smothered by the sheer fear of an unknown factor existing in the vault. A being tethered to him, like he to his brother. He doesn’t want to let this stranger go, which he most certainly will once his brother finds out that Yoichi now has someone closer to his soul than family.

“No, no,” he blurts out, reaching and recoiling and wanting to die and live and weep. “No, please don’t go—!”

He crashes against a wall. Well, a person who might as well be a wall, made of strange cold skin and a peculiar scratchy fabric. Arms go up and what must be hands flutter at Yoichi’s limbs. “Careful,” he hears, “careful, geez, watch your elbows.”

Eventually, Yoichi realizes that he must be sitting on his meta ability’s lap. He is being hugged, and there is a strange soothing stroke of a finger at one jutting ridge of an ankle. Against his face, the scratchy fabric warms.

“Do you want to be named?” he asks. “You can choose your own name, actually. We’ll find you a book or something.”

“You don’t feel any title on the tip of your tongue? So much for innate knowledge.”

“According to you, you’re not even my original meta ability.”

“No. I’m more.”

Yoichi gingerly explores the dimensions of his meta ability, hyperaware of how it must feel to be pawed at, blindly. There’s a face. A peculiar strip of fabric that bridges the nose. Feathery strands of hair. “I don’t know what happens next,” he whispers. “There’s no world where I get to keep you.”

His meta ability holds him a little tighter, and doesn’t say anything back.

req'd by @omen-the-undying-kaizoku

i don't know.... sounds scary....

text: Sexual Attraction? You mean the thing that killed Romeo and Juliet?

The fact this moment, at least to my knowledge, isn’t a meme deeply upsets me and I’m going to need the MHA community to step up their game a bit

The finale to David attempting to teach Toshinori about ‘merica’s friendly gestures. Emphasis on attempting.

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Behold! o/ The Face Of Benevolent Evil!

Mr. Principle! A professional hero and educator!

Also possibly some sort of stoat hybrid! Certainly a chimera of Japanese fauna! With the Quirk High Specs, he is one of, if not THE, smartest beings on the planet of which he resides! With a background perfectly justifying a decent into hatred and villiany, he instead chose to channel his incredible world shaking intellect into the shaping of future generations!

He likes to fuck with people!

For FUNSIES~☆!

What can he say? It keeps a man young and mentally stimulated! Plus the hysterical screaming of his staff and students is HILARIOUS. He can even argue it makes for good reaction training! Unforseen situations, children! React!!! *psychotic chortling*

Mmmmm, yes. We all have our trauma responses. Ways we deal with them. He should probably find other means... but he won't! Tea and tormenting the student body make for good future heroes, you know! They adapt!

But! You may ask! Why am I introducing you to this... *polite yet somehow deeply threatening smile* c-completely sane and normal individual!? Esteemed educator that he is! Ha ha...

A good and not at a under threat question!

Villains? Are fuuuuuckin STUPID!

Doesn't matter how many PHDs you possess! In fact! That makes it WORSE! You moron! You absolute fool! No traveling circus would have you, you sub-rate CLOWN of a jingle jangle dunce jester! You have a god damn PHD! Possibly MULTIPLE PHD!

And you thought "ooooh I should go into cwiiiiime~☆"?

Do you hear yourself when you talk? DO YOU?! Ooooh boohoo. They won't let you study what you WANT to study. It's called an ETHICS BOARD. And YEAH, NO SHIT! Maybe get over it and keep you fucked up fantasies to your SELF.

Or? If you REALLY can't hold it in? Lay the ground work like EVERYONE FUCKING ELSE! You're not special! Everyone wants to play god! It's FUN! They let you have the COOL toys! But you have to EARN that shit! Not jump straight from graduation to "fucked up superscience"!

And? If it's NOT the Ethics Board? But just some bureaucrat on a power trip? You don't have to fucking STAY. This? This RIGHT HERE? Is why I-Island fucking EXSISTS.

APPLY.

They are SO MANY countries you could move too. SO MANY other labs. You actual DUMBASS.

But NO! You decided to commit to a fucked up underground Villian Lab. As though HUNTING THOSE isn't the PERSONAL fucking passion project of THE SMARTEST BEING IN JAPAN. Frankly? You deserve this. You deserve this and our school doesn't know you. Never heard of you. You whoms't?

Coulda changed the world. But instead all you did was piss of The Fuzzy White Demon Lord of UA. Rest in pieces. *click*

*sound of doors smashing open*

*violent Raid Upon Your Labs noises*

But! You may ask? What's IN the Lab?

What MAKES this a DP crossover?

I like your question asking spirit! Good one! And the answer? You know what's better then ONE(1) Nedzu? A second one that you can ACTUALLY control this time! After all! You could consider Mr. Principle a prototype. A proof of concept, if you will. If you were able to make ANOTHER.....

Well, you would set off EVERY. SINGLE. ALARM. Nedzu has set up!

All of them!

Because he don't PLAY THAT.

He has long last trauma from the labs and is the SOLE FUCKING SURVIVOR. There WERE others. They Did Not make it. And their slow agonizing deaths are carved into his brain for the rest of his life. Truely "The living shall envy the dead"; it was a place that made hell seem merciful.

When he declare Never Again?

He fucking MEANT Never Again. He will BURN your empires to ash, with you in them. No More Labs.

So :) You can IMAGINE :) HOW HAPPY HE IS :)

That someone out there is trying to RECREATE his SUPER traumatic childhood, on ANOTHER CHILD. Ha ha! Gonna be a second Nedzu huh? Planning to torture HIM like you did me, HUH? Shove him in a cage and treat him like an animal? Force him to watch as the others die? Collars and whips and cattle prods? Mazes?!

Nedzu may lose his shit.

Juuuuust a little bit.

But if anyone there knows what good for them? They saw NOTHING. What's a little PTSD flashback between friends? Now what is the baby?

Smashcut to said baby!

Because it was a TEAM effort, Danny was successful in "Nuh Uh!"ing out of Rulership. But NOT out of governance. Since he DID help. He's a Councilman now. It's? Not as bad as it could be, honestly. Since it's opened the Zone up to a more democratic system.

Still held by "kick the ass of the person you wanna replace" but still!

Babysteps.

Thing is? There was apparently this weird? Leak? Like a couple hundred years ago, in this one area, that was never addressed. Everyone just moved their doors and stuff. Treated it like the floors flooded. But now that they HAVE someone to complain too?

They all want their territories back.

"Go fix it!" What are we? Janitors?

Danny looses the rock, paper, scissors competition. He's pretty sure Boxy cheated. But like? Dude has a kid to go home too, so Danny doesn't fight him to hard on this. Uuuuuugh. Just remember the Spider-Man motto. Great power~ blah blah blaaaah~

And? Wow is it fucked out there.

The whole PLANET has to be limnal as FUCK. Yikes.

Problem is? When he and his team (Because YES, he HAS learned from his mistakes, Jazz.) get close to the... frankly the Zone here looks like distorted spiderwebbing. With him leading the charge, obviously.

....something happens.

It's... it's not a portal. Wrong color. It's like someone USED the weird spiderwebbing effect to... to reach INTO the Zone? But they are severally Limnal. Clawed hands, blue tint. But that's not the problem.

No, the problem.

The Horror.

The thing that his team can only watch on in agonized terror as it plays out... is that hand? It shoots out of nowhere. Ghostlike in the Zone. Meaning it must be living. And PLUNGES directly into Danny's chest to wrap around his core.

Time seems to slow.

He can't even scream in pain. At the violation. His team, acquaintances, yes, but friendly ones. Can not even cry out in horror, as they watch their friend and team lead be butchered before them. Before that uncaring hand is ripping back. Perfect ice and starlight in its uncaring grip.

For a terrible moment... he is in two places at once.

Then he is crushed in a burning grip. Like molten bars. Watching his own body dissolve into nothing in an instant, pain and horror still etched upon his face. The beginnings of screams ripping from his team as they jerk away from the nightmarish threat.

Then he can not think at all.

He... he TRIES. Knows he has been captured. Is certainly not the sort to give up easily. But... he's so tired. His body feels? Weird. Not wrong, per say. It's HIS. But... small and weird. Like he's shape shifted into a new form and hasn't adjusted yet.

....

.......

...........

He's getting really sick of all the goop against his whiskers and in his ears. It feels WEIRD against his fu- WAIT a second... did those assholes shove him into an animal? Why?! To contain him? Ha! Jokes on them! He's DONE THIS before!

For FUN!

He once spent a whole ass summer as a tiny dragon just 'CAUSE!

Unfortunately, said assholes notice him waking up. Dump him in a glorified hamster cage. But like.... a SHITTY "I don't care about the pet I bought" hamster cage. Dude. And he's naked.

Is that Japanese? Ooooh! It IS! Thank you, Tucker's Weeb phase.

......actually, never mind. Lotta dehumanizing language there, my guys. What is this? The GIW international? You couldn't even give me PANTS? Swear to God, call me an "it" ONE more time and the next time I have to go? I am going to aim through the bars at your-! *alarms going off*

....wasn't me.

I mean, be all means, ha ha and get fucked, but? Wasn't me. Oh hey! Some one exploded the doo-

AND? In Lab 4?

Nedzu finds a child with fluffy, ungroomed black and white fur, and the curious yet cautious eyes of a survivor. They are the most magnificent green, pale and luminous they glow in the laboratories lighting. Paws too big for his small frame, delicate ears on the swivel, equally large. Yet to grow into either. Adolescent, at best.

He watches the child take him in. Note his features and the chaos behind him. The injured scientist under his feet. Come to him conclusion. Nedzu will not rush him. Now that he... he stand the chance to be the hero he himself never had. It is a strange feeling. At once cathartic and unbearably painful.

He is given the equivalent of a cheerful grin, as the lad points the the lock on the cage. Is asked if he happened to bring a spare pair of pants. He can not help his amused chortle as he makes quick work of the lock. The unbearable RELIEF he feels.

He... he was not too late.

These monsters had no chance to crush the boy's light. To make a monster of him, like they did with him. He survived his laboratory, his hell. But not all of him left that terrible place. He knows that. Some innocence, some goodness, died alone in the dark. But here? He insured there would be no chance.

With amusement, he watches the boy turn the lab upside down until he finds spare scrubs. Triumphant, he then considers his own, tiny claws. Dismisses them. Attempts to hop up on a chair to retrieve something sharp. It? Is unbearably cute. To watch him rip and shred, problem solve. His little mind churning away. Whiskers twitching as his eyes dart around, considering his options.

Nedzu offers one of his spare knives.

Watches him light up.

Adorable~

@legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @lolottes

Aizawa having to do those home visits where he asks parents about letting their kids stay in the dorms. How well would that go with villain all might or villain mic?

(For context, Aizawa does not know All Might and Mic's true identities)

You could say Toshinori isn't exactly uhh taking the news all too well (also probably ticked that he had to let a hero in his territory)

As for Hizashi, he's just internally panicking

last panel in EN: Everyone got distracted.

Hizashi: whatcha' got there?

Shouta, sneaking in through the window at 3am. A smoothie in his right hand, vigilante Izuku tucked under his left arm like a football: A smoothie.

ive become captivated by this silly guy so woe, doggy yagi art be upon you

inspired by @onesmolbean49 (go check them out!)

+ some feral doggy yagi sketches. his feral & anthro designs are pretttty much identical, but the face shape was just too much fun to change, i peaked with that