4am Dadzawa + Eri drabble because I’m an insomniac who can’t sleep.
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Sometimes, in the early break of morning, Aizawa found himself lying on the sofa, awake, plagued by his own doing.
@nyanpilled
Just remembering all the customers laughing at us all singing Encanto at work. We we all still doing our jobs, but also singing and laughing at each other. Those 3 minutes were the highlight of our miserable day of being rushed off our feet.
“You-,” he took Hitoshi’s face into his hands-, “are an amazing, determined, smart, and handsome young man that any parent would be proud of. And I know so, because I’m so proud of you, kiddo.”
@rinniechoi
On your bio, it says that you are a make-up artist. Now as someone who doesn’t wear make-up, would you take advice from me? Would it be helpful to you in any way for me to say I think your make-up is too cakey? The wrong shade? I think it’s really good aside from the lipstick?
Draws Eri and Aizawa.
“Where’s Mirio?”
Please don’t do this. It’s super annoying. If you want a certain character, then either commission it or draw it yourself.
Baby Shinsou
#wip
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The instincts of a hero were so similar to those of a parent, that Aizawa was no longer surprised when the tiniest of noises woke him up.
Laying there, listening to Eri softly sleep, his arms wrapped around her tiny body, his cheek cushioned by her hair, Aizawa wouldn’t change a thing.
Healing wasn’t as simple as he originally thought.
@rinniechoi
And doubling down on this point. I’d be giving you criticisms without paying you. I’m not a customer. I just stumbled onto your page and decided I didn’t like your style.
“This one yours?” Aizawa grabbed a fistful of purple hair, yanking the kid’s head up to face his teacher.
Shirakumo stepped out of the shadows, bō-staff in hand, and a hardened look on his features.
“Let him go, Shouta.”
A grin split across Aizawa’s face.
“Come get him.”
As if she could sense it, Eri would toddled out of her room, her hair resembling a briar batch, and climb onto his lap without saying a single word. She’d lay her head on his chest, let out the biggest sigh a six-year-old could muster, before falling asleep.
@machiroads
It really looks like it was Aizawa who reached out to hold Monoma's hand too! 😭And don't get me started on how young Monoma looks in the 3rd one!
Whether it was her warmth, or the weight, or something far more mystical than he could fathom, she chased away the thoughts. Sleep never came, but it didn’t matter in the end.
The first time she did it, it caught him off-guard. He froze, unsure of what to make of her actions. The parenting books never did say what to do when a child tried to comfort the parent; he was at a loss.
@rinniechoi
It’s not helpful receiving constructive criticisms from people who have no idea what they’re actually talking about. Most people on the internet do not have the qualifications or experience to make constructive comments. So it’d actually be down to personal preference.
#mha380
#youknowthescene
One distracted second and he was falling. Worse, he felt the fall stretch impossibly long as he watched Yamada jump after him, hand out stretched.
Silly idea I should continue (it’s very short and not finished).
EraserCloudMic; 3 idiots and a baby.
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There were moments in Aizawa’s life where he considered himself lucky; wrenching Shirakumo out of the way of falling debris all those years ago;-
Controversial option: All Might isn’t to blame for the fall of hero society. Not completely. It’s like blaming the one person who did the entire group project alone while the other lot failed because they didn’t put in the work.
Don’t come for me. I will not be swayed. 😝
You Like Me Better In Your Head 2
#wip
#villainAizawa
#Shirakumo
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Heroes like Loud Cloud didn’t belong in the dark, damp depths of the underground,-
I’ve fallen out of love reading published novels lately. Got complete bored of unsatisfying characters with formulaic story beats.
Instead, I’ve dived straight back into fanfic. And it’s refreshing to read queer stories that aren’t pandering and full of cliches.