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I need to draw my OCs and I can’t draw a human body to save my ass 😭
Would it be frowned upon to yoink free to use bases off Pinterest? I legit do not know how to reverse image search so I’m afraid I’ll credit someone wrong or won’t be able to find the artist if I do use a base
Help is appreciated but I’m mostly rambling at this point
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Hello! May I request for a platonic one shot of aizawa comforting his insecure plus size student? I have always wondered on how he would handle it in the most dadzawa way. I just really wanted some comfort cause I am also plus sized person myself. That is all, thank you very much!
Size Doesn’t Matter
(Hi yes this has been in my inbox for forever. I apologize. I dunno how good this’ll be, I feel rusty.)
Aizawa x Student!Reader
Genre: platonic, fluff
Summary: You find yourself insecure about your size. Are you fit to be a hero?
(Reader’s quirk is left up to interpretation)
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You frown at yourself in the mirror, pinching your sides in between your fingers. All the other students in your class were fit, well toned and perfect for their Quirks.
Yet you… you weren’t like that. Sure, you got past the schools entrance exam and even made it into the hero course, but…
You sighed, shaking your head before moving to get dressed for the day.
“Alright class, today we’ll be doing one-on-one’s. Bakugo you’re up against Sero,” Aizawa continued listing off pairs, “—and (Y/n) is up against Tsuyu.”
The pairs came and went, some had clear victors from the start, others left you on the edge of your seat. And finally it was your turn.
You nervously stepped up, along with Tsuyu, who seemed much more confident than you. Your mock battle didn’t last long, Tsuyu too fast for you to keep up with your Quirk.
It wasn’t long before you were knocked onto your back, the sound of the whistle bringing the fight to an end.
“Alright, that’s enough for today. Go back to the locker rooms and get ready for your next class.”
“Yes, sensei!”
You huffed, taking a moment to stare up at the ceiling of Gym Gamma.
“(Y/n)?”
You turned your head, looking up as your teacher and Tsuyu came into view.
“Are you ok?” Tsuyu asked, finger pressed to her lips, “I hope I didn’t hit you too hard, ribbit.”
“No, I’m okay, Tsuyu.” You offered a weak smile, watching as Aizawa ushered her off to the locker rooms.
“Something’s bugging you.” He stated, “What is it?”
“…Do you think I’m good enough to be a hero?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just… this.” You gestured to your stomach, your expression contorted in discomfort.
“You think your size will affect whether or not you become a good hero?” He asked, before crouching to be on your level as you sat up. “There’s plenty of heroes who aren’t thin, who need weight to be able to do the things they do. Don’t let your size get to you. And if anyone picks on you for it, they’ll be answering to me.”
You offered a soft smile.
“So become a Pro, you’ll be a role model for lots of kids out there if you do.”
#mha#bnha#mha aizawa#aizawa x student reader#aizawa x gender neutral reader#aizawa x reader#bnha aizawa#aizawa shouta
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Ppl wanna see them?! 🥺🥺🥺
I gotta draw a LOT of shit for em all, and most of them are still in the works, but I’ll start working of stuff for em all!
Maaan, I wanna share my MHA OCs, but I feel super protective of them if that makes sense?
I dunno, I’m having a conundrum.
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Maaan, I wanna share my MHA OCs, but I feel super protective of them if that makes sense?
I dunno, I’m having a conundrum.
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Requests are closed until I figure what to do with my Masterlist.
ATM I think I’ll wait until I can get a computer to properly put everything into a google drive and then figure out a way to relink everything.
But that’s gonna be a while, I’m from a poor family and we just don’t have the money atm to fix our laptop currently.
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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•
It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.
Spread the Word :)
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Dying because I bet money that 90% of my Masterlist needs relinked.
Tried to go into the Hisui Masterlist and was flung into safari with a “server could not be found” message
Searching up anything with the search function don’t help either cause it only shows so much gah
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Gonna be doing some drabbles of PLA characters, I know I’ve got like three requests to do but my brain just isn’t there atm so small drabbles it is.
Feel free to request a character or idea from PLA.
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Finally finished the swordsmith arc, and omg I start BAWLING at the final episode
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Y’all should check out my new blog: @crowborn666-warriors-ramblings
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I’m in need of help!!!!
I’m trying to fix the MHA Masterlist but nothing i try to access is showing up, the current Masterlist and the old Masterlist don’t give me the fics.
When I tap on the link it throws me into safari and then gives me a “server cannot be found” message.
I need to move/save my fics anyways, so if someone could help me that’d be wonderful.
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Hi Crow,
I admit, I haven’t really submitted an ask before lol. I’ve been binge reading your BNHA fics and I love them. I am a sucker for platonic Aizawa fics and have enjoyed them so far. For some reason tho, I can’t access the last 2 on the list: “Sense” and “Hero Suit.” I’m looking forward to reading them if you could help me out? Thank you!
Hi! Tysm for your kind words! I’ll see if I can fix the Masterlist, it gets wonky at times!
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Just finished episode 8 of the swordsmith arc and OH MY GOD MUICHIRO
I FEEL SO BADDDDDDD I WANNA HUG HIM
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Anyone know of some other blog apps I can transfer my fics to? Yknow, just in case.
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Mammon whines your name, his sleepy voice half muffled by the pillow he’s laying on. He reaches out toward the empty space between you two. His fingers twitch when all he gets is a handful of the comforter. “…C’mere…”
Having just been woken up, you squint as you try to make out Mammon’s figure in the darkness. His messy hair sticks up from underneath the comforter. You can only see his eyes that scan your face in a pleading manner.
You hum and try to cough the grogginess out of your voice. “Hm…what’s the matter?” You intertwine your fingers within his. He suddenly grabs your hand and grips it as though you he’s afraid that you’ll pull away.
“Bad dream,” he mumbles, now unable to look at you.
“Oh.”
You scoot over and envelop him in your arms. Mammon wastes no time resting his forehead against your collarbone. His arm is draped lazily around your midriff, but you can tell that he wants to cling onto you much tighter than that. He manages to keep his touch light and not too desperate. You rub his back and bury your nose into the wisps of his hair.
Mammon sighs. “Thanks…”
He drifts back to sleep, and you follow him not long after.
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Dumb Injuries- Pt 2
This may or may not be based off of real events that may or may not have happened a few days ago... Only I was on my own with no sweet demons, just my panic, a bloody sock, and a bunch of tissues. I bet it's going to leave a scar...
Warning: Blood, glass, injury. Note: I am not a medical professional, so do not use this as advice on what to do in a situation like this.
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A gleeful little hum came from your mouth as you walked about in the kitchen. Today was your day to make dinner. And while sometimes you loathed these days, expecting nothing but needy demons practically clinging to you as you cooked and begging for a taste as if they were all Gluttony, today was different. Today everyone was giving you the proper space to work on your own. The peace was much needed. You’d felt like you’d been running around non-stop going from room to room, reading message after message, fulfilling your duties with hardly a chance to rest.
You loved these people, but boy did they run you dry sometimes.
However, despite your exhaustion and perhaps slight irritation, dinner was still being made with much love. You figured, perhaps, if the meal was fulfilling, they’d all be calm the rest of the evening.
Even from here you could hear them bickering.
Something had been up with all of them all week. They were picking fights with each other constantly. Or, should you say, more than usual. If that was somehow even remotely possible. In fact, they very nearly destroyed the kitchen a handful of days ago. Someone had eaten Satan’s special cat-shaped cake he was saving for himself after a day of testing. So, naturally, he went ballistic. He assumed it was Beel, but Gluttony- for once- swore it wasn’t him. After being blamed too many times, he got frustrated. Lucifer of course had to get involved. And let’s just say he wasn’t in a very good mood that day. Luckily, no appliances were harmed, but you recall how long it had taken them all to clean it up. And now they were all still on edge as the culprit had still yet to come out with their crimes.
With an audible sigh, you shook your head. Demons will be demons as some of them so often liked to say. Moving away from the stove and towards the table in the middle of the room, you reached out for the cutting board of vegetables you’d prepped earlier.
Pain. You gasped loudly, hurting your throat in the process. You stumbled, completely dropping the items that had been in your hand. They struck the ground with several noisy clangs. As you grasped for balance with support from the table, you clenched your teeth. The nerves in your body sparked, starting from the bottom of one of your feet and all the way up your back. Even if you wanted to swear, you were so stunned, you couldn’t. You leaned harder against the furniture, curling your leg up and raising your foot to spot an inch long piece of glass sticking out of your heel. While the adrenaline was still pumping through your body, you reached forward and plucked it out. It didn’t seem to have much blood on it. Shaking hands wrapped the little shard in a small wad of paper towels before it was chucked in the garbage.
Apparently, whoever had been in charge of cleaning the mess after the fight from a few days ago missed a spot… Of course you had to be the one to find it… Limping, keeping your injured foot on the tip of your toes, you headed towards the door to the kitchen. Thank Diavolo that your room was nearby. Hopefully you could make it there and patch yourself up before—
The door swung inwards, just a few inches away from smacking you in the face. You staggered back a bit. Mammon nearly barreled into you, grasping at your shoulder’s and steadying you to keep you from falling over. “You alright?! I mean… what did ya do this time, huh?” He blushed a little at his worried blurt before glancing by you and seeing the mess of scattered vegetables on the floor.
A heavy sigh from a second voice rang out behind Mammon. Your heart nearly stopped for a moment. Lucifer glared at you with narrowed eyes. “You couldn’t have waited another few weeks before making another mess of the kitchen?”
Well, at least so far, neither of them had noticed… You lowered your hurt foot a little flatter, keeping your heel just barely hovering over the ground. “I-I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I’ll get it cleaned up, don’t worry about it.”
The eldest, while usually appreciating those who fixed their own messes, was not satisfied with that answer. Exhaustion filled his eyes as he brushed past you and further into the room. “You can work on cleaning up your mess while I finish dinner. If we are even a few minutes late serving the food, Beel might go on another rampage.”
You nodded, gulping down a painful lump in your throat as your heel began to sting and throb. “Okay. I just have to grab something from my room real quick.” Lucifer just hummed at you, already pulling out replacements for everything you’d dropped. You looked up at Mammon, who was staring at you suspiciously, remaining unusually quiet. Walking as steady as you could, you squeaked past him and out into the hallway. Your hand pressed against the wall for support, fingernails almost digging into the wallpaper as you worked hard to remain quiet and upright.
Thank goodness your room was right next door…
All the sudden, the hallway flipped. Your head felt light and your chest squeezed as the floor was no longer right under you. You slipped, completely thrown off balance. You held our your arms, ready to catch the floor, but instead caught someone’s shoulders.
“I got ya…” Mammon sighed as he seemed to reach you just in time.
You leaned into him for a moment, trying to calm your wild heart. Then you straightened yourself, pulling away and looking down to see what you had slipped on.
A bloody streak covered the hard ground. Wide eyes looked down in shock, both Mammon’s and yours. You turned to look over your shoulder. Drops of blood made a pretty dotted trail all the way down the hall, stretching from your feet to—
“Lucifer…” You spoke as your gaze met his own. He no longer seemed exhausted, but now stunned, standing just outside the kitchen door.
“What the hell happened?!” Mammon shouted, his voice projecting far down the hall.
Oh great...
Like curious little mice, the Dining Hall opened as several demon heads poked out of the doorway, eager to see who was getting in trouble. You noticed Beel sniff the air and turn pale, muttering a single word to the rest of them that had all of them scurrying down the hall.
Either panicked or jealous, you were suddenly swept up into Mammon’s arms and absconded away. The House was a series of blurred colors before a door slammed open, nearly breaking in half. Mammon used one arm to sweep several items on the bathroom counter onto the floor before setting you on the empty space by the sink. You curled your leg and raised your foot again. Blood coated nearly your entire foot, steadily gushing and dripping onto the floor.
A hand ran through his own white hair as he nearly looked ready to pass out on your behalf. “L-Let’s wash it off…” Mammon whispered, his voice shaking as he turned on the sink and held his hand underneath the stream till it felt warm.
The other brothers were starting to flood into the room now, varying levels of shock, awe, and worry coating their faces. However, they were starting to learn about proper care, and how to not have a complete meltdown anytime you got hurt. But there was still a bit of a scene, the demons pushing each other aside and crawling over the others to get closer to you, reeling at the sight and smell of your blood.
Mammon cleaned your foot off, but frowned as it crimson continued to spread across your skin. Levi rushed over and placed a little Ruri-Chan bandaid across the injured spot. It bled through the bandage and started dripping again within a few seconds…
Now they were all starting to panic.
“We need to stop the bleeding!” Asmo shouted!
“Oh, do we?!” Belphie huffed sarcastically.
Satan pushed his way forward. “We need to add some pressure to stem it.”
Lucifer pulled out a first aid kit from… somewhere. You were starting to swear they had one in every room now… The eldest handed out specific items from the kit. Mammon continued to clean off the dripping blood. Asmo pressed a small folded cloth over your heel. Belphie started wrapping a cloth bandage around the injured spot. Beel gently pressed his hand down over the bottom of your foot to add some pressure.
“A-Are you okay? Does it…hurt?” Levi stammered from behind his other brothers.
You responded a little sheepishly. “It stings a bit, but… I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“Probably the adrenaline,” Satan sighed, bending down to pick up the items off the floor that Mammon had thrown down in a frenzy.
“What in the world happened, hon?” Asmo wondered, coming over to pet your head in a bit of comfort.
Biting your lip a bit, you took a breath. “Stepped on glass…”
A very gentle flick struck the back of your head. “Do you remember that little conversation we had where I told you to be wary of the kitchen floors?” Lucifer shook his head at you, his furrowed brows laced with worry, and perhaps a bit of guilt if you were reading his expression properly.
“I… thought it was fine.”
Pride opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Mammon instead. “You gotta be more careful!”
Beel rubbed his thumb over your foot before removing his hand. “I don’t think it’s bleeding through anymore.” Taking a peek, he appeared right. You didn’t see anymore blood seeping through the bandages.
His twin looked over at you. “So, you’re okay now, right?”
“I think so.” A little squeak came out of your mouth as you were suddenly picked up again. Satan hardly said a word as he took you out of the bathroom.
“Hey! No fair!”
“Satan!”
Wrath ignored them all as he walked on. “Don’t worry about dinner tonight. We’ll take care of it. You stay off your feet.”
It didn’t quite sound like a suggestion…more like a command.
Well…it sounded quite like you wouldn’t be walking anywhere on your own this week…
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