If Bakugou Started Using Words That Kirishima Would Normally Use After Spending So Much Time With Him,

New Year's resolution 2025: Finish my WIP and write a total of at least 150,000 words this year (or ~500 words per day most days)

reblog with one creative goal that you would like to pursue in 2025 in the tags

it doesn’t have to be ‘big’ and there is no pressure to complete said goal. but i’d love to hear from writers, artists, performers, academics, designers, coders, and so on! 🤍

if it’s a creative outlet, it’s included. let’s inspire each other ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

kirishima is so manly in the good way that if I ever got the chance to be in front of him I would be so girly it would be embarrassing ngl

i want to wear a tiny little skirt that rides up when i run up to him and throw my arms around his neck so that he can laugh and pat my ass, i love him so much

I hate drawing wings what the freak. I’ve been experimenting with my art too much

夕暮れの光。 evening light.

which ao3 tag are you?

do you think kurogiri sees the back of dabi (black hair), toga (blonde hair) and shigarakis heads (blue hair) together and part of him is reminded of when he was with aizawa and yamada

might draw this later

Sero Hanta as Tony Hawk tweets

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7 listen to your wishes

a wish that allows me to fall in love with you in every life.

at the todoroki agency holiday gift swap, you end up with a gag gift—a shirtless calendar of the top twelve heroes they did for charity. 

it’s plastic-sealed and you don’t dare open it, but it’s incriminating enough on its own. the cover features your very own boss todoroki shouto, his hair slicked back, staring out at you intensely over the most upsettingly mouth-watering set of washboard abs.

you retreat to your office, frantically trying to find somewhere to hide it. it’s too awkward to fit into your tiny trashcan and too large for your filing cabinet so you seize your tape, unroll it by the arm span, and hurriedly secure the calendar to the underside of your desk to get it out of sight.

except, just as you manage it, shouto himself walks in—and the calendar unsticks and falls straight to the floor with an echoing clap.