MHA Tweets Pt.19- Spelling Bee Monster

it was 9 chapters and aside from horrified (which i was), i was also embarrased i read those chapters outloud to friends

I'd love to hear more about your novel, with Asahi walking through hell (and "all they need is someone to remind them they are not alone.")

omg okay where to start lol Sorrow's Despair picks up right after the events of Sorrow's Fall. (you can get the ebook here)

Royal Guard Asahi Kaneko has been tasked with helping the head of the Psionic Regulatory Commission rehabilitate an exceptionally dangerous telepathic assassin. The assassin in question was shot and killed, but brought back in the hopes that he could answer questions about his race.

The only problem is that he is in a coma and the medical doctors have been unable to wake him. Asahi's mission is to enter his mind and find out what psychological barriers there are that might be preventing him from waking.

He finds much more than he bargains for, as the assassin has created his own hell and is certain he is dead. So, Asahi must find a way to gain his trust and then guide him out of the hellscape of memories while hopefully helping him find a reason to live.

and yes, it's very queer

:P

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

touya and shoto’s friends

MHA 430 spoilers (2)

Teacher Izuku fishing for compliments from Aizawa and getting flat out denied is gonna live in my head rent free from now on lmao

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found an iori-centric i7 wip in my files today that i'd like to finish up. id love to post what i have now but there's no good place to chop it into two parts so here's a snippet instead! the fic is called let it sink in

iori/riku pre-slash, self-discovery, angst & hurt/comfort

Iori ran his finger along the thin skin beside his nail bed, tempted to pick at it but far too restrained to give into the impulse. “Meeting Yuki-san helped you figure out who you were?” Was that just the alcohol talking?  Iori had been under the impression that those sorts of answers could only come from some secret place inside. One that Iori was still struggling to gain access to.  “Mhmm!” Momo-san agreed brightly. “He was just so…” he sighed wistfully, rocking up onto his toes for a moment before settling back onto his heels and staring up at the moon. “And then I kept coming back. And back. And back. To see him and Ban-san. Like he was drawing me in.” Iori gently bit the inside of his cheek. “That sounds…familiar,” he admitted.  Momo-san grinned brightly, excitedly leaning closer to Iori. “I thought so!” Iori could smell the alcohol on his breath and took a subtle step back.  “It’s the same for you and Riku, right?” Momo-san’s expectant gaze shimmered despite the wan lighting, oddly intense, and Iori turned his gaze to the moon to avoid meeting it.  Iori wasn’t drunk but Momo-san was, so… “I think so,” Iori murmured softly. “It’s…I feel,” he tried, unsure how to end the sentence. Iori looked down towards his tightly clasped hands. “It’s weird,” he settled on.  A complete non-answer if Iori’s ever heard one, but that was all Iori seemed to have lately and Momo-san supposedly had the key to his own lockbox so maybe Iori could learn something if the man simply talked long enough.  

MHA tweets pt.10

He's struggling