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currently experiencing Yatora Yaguchi levels of artistic distress and turmoil ✌️

but don’t they all look so lovely <3 <3

I do a bingo board every year for low-pressure resolutions (most of them being things I want to do but might need a small nudge to actually get started, small things that will simply make me happy that I could use a reminder for, and some bigger goals/projects! very fun, I highly recommend)

anyways, my writing-related squares for 2025 are:

-finish my mha fic Short For Grenade (and post)

-engage more with the writeblr community (specifically, make another writeblr friend)

and

-try the NaNoWriMo challenge in March! (and I’ll post more abt this in the coming weeks in case anybody else would like to try to do it at the same time!)

Happy New Year!

Reblog or comment your writing resolutions for this year!

Fractal | Shouto & Touya Todoroki | poetry/prose | 580 words

Shouto’s world changed when he woke up in the hospital. 

Touya’s world changed when he woke up in the hospital.

His face had been burned, the doctor told him. 

He had burned his body, a stranger told him.

Shouto remembered the shouting. 

Touya remembered the desperation.

The kind of argument that felt like it shook the walls around him. 

The disappointment in his father’s eyes, twisting up his insides as Endeavor shouted and raged and forced Touya to stop. 

(He was being burnt up)

(He was being replaced)

Long after the echoes of his father’s voice had faded, Shouto remembered walking into the kitchen. 

He remembered watching his mother’s unmoving form while she refused to say anything- anything- and then Touya blazed out the door without looking back to see if her expression had crumpled with regret.

He remembered watching his mother’s face flit from terror to anguish in the span of a breath as he entered, looking like she had been shattered by his soft-footed, pattering approach. 

By then, Touya knew better than to search for regret in his father’s eyes. 

And then the woman before him became unrecognizable.

Endeavor didn’t think Touya was strong enough but he was. He could be. 

Shouto burned with the memory of a pain more intense than any he’d ever felt before. 

Touya remembered the screaming in his veins, remembered the burn- harsher than anything he’d ever felt before. Remembered a startling break in the anguish and thinking, with his last shred of clarity, that this had to be good enough for his father. 

It left Shouto numb and shivering beneath the thin, white hospital sheets. 

It had to be. 

“Mom..?” Shouto croaked and the doctor shook his head no.  

It had to be. 

Shouto didn’t cry when he saw the scar marring his face, but something inside of him felt sick.

Touya didn’t cry when he saw his mottled, purple reflection held together by crude stitches. Or when they told him he had died. 

Shouto let the shock pool over him like ice and held the freezing shards close to his chest, hoping that they might be enough to douse the monstrous pain in his chest. 

The disappointment was his own when he realized that he hadn’t been enough, after all. That he never was and never would be. 

Shouto thought of the heat that always seemed to lick at his father’s eyes and fists when he shouted- warm enough to be felt even when Shouto couldn’t see the flames through his closed eyes or hear the words through his ragged, warbling breaths. 

The bitterness was his own, too, but the expression in the mirror was startlingly familiar. 

Heat thrummed uneasily beneath Shouto’s veins and the second he realized that the fire within himself was nothing more than his father’s furious legacy, pawned off onto Shouto like a lead shackle, was the second that Shouto Todoroki decided to freeze. 

The second that Touya realized he was wearing the face his father had always greeted him with was the second time Touya Todoroki died and left a rotten shell of himself to walk the earth. 

Shouto cast his eyes downward and didn’t respond to the doctor. 

He didn’t notice that his father couldn’t look him in the eye. 

Shouto grew older and decided that he and his mother were both victims of Endeavor. 

Touya grew smarter and decided that the world would soon know who had driven him to an early death.

Currently obsessed with katsuki and izuku holding hands post-war, whether you read it as platonic, romantic, or somewhere in between.

For Katsuki, it’s an opportunity to re-live that moment in the river and make a different choice. He can reaffirm that he’s turning over a new leaf and that Deku is there, alive and strong and still reaching out after all these years. It probably helps solidify for him that Deku does forgive him, especially on days where Katsuki still struggles to forgive himself.

And for izuku, you could argue that a large part of his life has been an exercise in reaching out and being rejected, over and over again. But with Kacchan, he gets a physical reminder that someone’s reaching back for him (someone who’s strong enough to keep him grounded and who he’s never, not once, stopped reaching out for). It’s a reaffirmation of their friendship and growing bond and proof that Katsuki didn’t die out on the battlefield. That he’s right there. That they’re equals. Partners, even.

And when they’re both each others biggest weakness and strongest ally, I’m sure the comfort of just being together would go a long way, too. For once in their lives they could be silly teenagers holding hands while playing a video game or watching a movie or doing homework or taking a walk or-

Just- handholding as a gesture of devotion and safety and new beginnings

Find Five Lines tag game

thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks !

Rules: find five lines that each match the given prompts, then change one of the prompts for the next person

A line with funny phrasing

It’s an interesting sight, Sero thinks. A time-traveling, ink-smudged historian in the company of an immortal and a forty-foot goddess clad in ivory and gold. 

A line quickly giving someone's backstory

“It is,” Shouto agrees. “Athens hasn’t seen one this fierce since…” Since Shouto turned eighteen, forty seven years ago, and had to cut his coming-of-age celebration short on account of the way the sea had swirled with rage, threatening to spill over and swallow them all whole. 

A line with someone's hair color

The man, for his part, seems just as shocked by the situation. His hair is dark like raven’s feathers and falls to the top of his slender shoulders, and he boasts a smile far too wide for someone who just had dirty water splashed on them. 

A line where someone discovers something

“What?” Sero asks, because he knows all those words but that can’t be the right translation.  Slower, quieter, Todoroki repeats, “I am twenty and two years old, always. I am cursed,” and it sounds like a confession, whispered into this hidden space away from the eyes and ears of the world.

A line that displays a character's feelings

His fascination fades quickly to bitterness- quicker and quicker each day, it seems- and he pulls free a roll of cloth to re-wrap his hand. He tries not to notice how his blood leaks from the injuries on his palm in an unnatural hue but he must see, acknowledge, if he wishes to hide it properly.

Each of these lines is from my seroroki time traveler x immortal WIP

Gently tagging my writing moots @antsday @moody-tortured-artist @agirlandherquill @ohromeoraine @sorrowsfallallaround @galacticneighbor

+ anyone else who'd like to participate!!

this scene actually broke me and i havent even watched the actual episode

Happy Holidays!!❤️

MHA 430 spoilers (3)

Happy boy :)

This panel gives me so much hope that post-war “my eye bags have eye bags” Izuku got the help he needed from his friends/teachers/Inko and he finally got to work through his complicated emotions and slowly but surely was able to be a (somewhat) normal teenager- going to the arcade with Bakugou after therapy and having sleepovers with his friends, etc, as they all worked to rebuild the broken world around them into something better

some more mhas

I’m rewatching death note rn and I love how ryuk, who is supposed to be above human concerns and is watching light’s life play out like a reality tv show, still saw him throw away that mini tv and was like, I can’t tell if ur cautious or just a spoiled brat 😒