Bakugo: People Need To Stop Trying To Be My Friend Before I Release The Wrath Of God Upon You All.

"why do I feel so terrible?"

-person who forgot to take their not-feeling-terrible medication

Are you frustrated you can't leave second kudos on AO3? or third kudos? or whatever-who's-counting kudos?

Well, have I got the html for you!

Plop any of these in a comment (by copy&pasting the code) to make an author's day and show your appreciation!

Second kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/tHMjbb6/second-kudos.png" alt="second kudos">

Third kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/52bggQH/third-kudos.png" alt="third kudos">

nth kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/6y7qGtC/nth-kudos.png" alt="nth kudos">

yet another kudos: <img src="https://i.ibb.co/wKtcj0s/yet-another-kudos.png" alt="yet another kudos">

It will look something like this (and will be transparent with white outline on dark backgrounds):

Feel free to spread and use these as much as you like! (and if you have ideas for other variations, let me know ✌️)

btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors

Kaminari, to the sky, after he tripped: You want me off this bridge you’re going to have to kill me

Aizawa, who heard him: What are you on?

Bakugou, collapsing on the couch: Kirishima could kill me and I would thank him.

Jirou: I feel your pain. Momo giggled and I apologized.

Sero, laying facedown on the floor: Kaminari texted me I was a good friend and I wrote a love poem.

Mina: It's OK my disaster gays.

*laughs because it's a joke, but then someone comments on your fanfiction and it's the best day of your life*

Kirishima: I havent slept in a week

Bakugou: Listen here you beautiful idiot you need to go to bed right now.

Kirishima: Bakugou and I had a fight :(

Kaminari: And you want advice from me?

Kirishima: Yeah?

Kaminari: All I can tell you is what not to do and there is an extensive list.

Creator: *Makes an arrogant character a genuinely bad person*

“Gifted kids” who used an arrogant personality to hide their pain and isolation: And I took that personally.

Before you were anything, you were a mother.

When the universe began it was you, and the earth was the first of your children. The seas, the skies, everything that walked the earth was your precious offspring. Humanity, however, were the children you were closest with, made in your own image.

The earth could not remain young forever, and as it grew it began to become too much for you to handle on your own. And so, like every god must, you collected followers. Humans who would take responsibility to do your work. In exchange you promised to reward them, giving them whatever they desired.

Children, however, are imperfect, and humanity is no exception. When promised whatever they want selfishness begins to take over, and time and time again that selfishness has stung. For every three steps forward your followers took to helping you maintain the earth, they took one step back with their selfish wishes. Eventually it felt like a chore, to reward them. It no longer felt like a gift to your children but a betrayal of them. Still, a promise is a promise.

When your next follower came forth to receive their gift, you were already prepared for the worst. They had suffered greatly, and those who suffer greatly have the most pain to inflict back on the world. It comes as a surprise, however, when they instead ask for the warmth of a parent’s embrace.

When you wrap your arms around your follower, this broken child whose only desire is to be loved, you begin to remember. You begin to remember that while humans can be selfish and broken they are still your children who wish for guidance and love. You remember that your followers are still young in the eyes of the universe, and do not know how to not be creatures focused on themselves. You remember and you forgive, and you remind yourself and the earth that you are the mother of everything.

Before you were anything, you were a mother, and a mother you shall stay until the end of time.

You are a patron deity that physically appears before your followers in order to reward them for loyal service. Usually, they like to fulfill their darkest desires, so you’re completely caught off guard when one of them asks to feel "the embrace of a parent."