i am this close to making a sideblog just to make silly little smaus series or something
people using generative ai to write fanfiction for them is CRAZY. stay up until four in the morning hopping back and forth between your pinterest boards, a random synonyms website, and google docs where you’re stuck in the middle of a sentence deciding whether to refer to a character by their name or hair colour as the lord intended.
I love writing especially when it is about something I love! I'll admit, my My Hero Phase never left. I've been on the series for about six years now and can't believe it' ending!
I've been writing a fanfiction across a couple different platforms to share my passion for the series. It's a Bakugo x Deku fanfiction and features an extra pissy Midoryia. The plot takes place after Bakugo gets stabbed, except Midoryia is told that he dies from the aftermath. It's been so much fun to write and I am updating regularly!
It's called "Who Saves the Hero?" and is available on Wattpad, AO3, and fanfition.net! If you're interested, you can check out these links below.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57832942/chapters/147201064
Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1329826387-bakudeku-saving-the-hero-mha-1-fear-not
Fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14378796/1/Who-Saves-the-Hero
"Dabi would be such a good girl dad" "no shiggy would be such a good girl dad!" "No spinner--" SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HEAR ME OUT.
Girl dad.
Still babygirl to me.
Touya: You already came to the hospital earlier this week. You don’t have to visit me so often.
Shoto: …
Shoto: So that made me sound like a really good brother and now I feel guilty. The truth is I came to see if you know how to forge Dad’s signature. I need it for something.
Touya: Oh, shit. Alright, hell yeah.
horikoshi said 'hands are hard to draw :(' at the beginning of bnha and then went 'but what if hands... but as a metaphor for trauma? what if hands as a metaphor for abuse? what if hands as a metaphor for manipulation and supression? what if hands as a metaphor for alienation? what if hands, but as a metaphor for loneliness? what if hands as a metaphor for grief? what if hands as a metaphor for love? what if hands as a metaphor for the desire to be understood? for longing? what if hands as a metaphor for human connection? what if hands as a metaphor for hope? what if hands as a met-' and honestly it was so poggers of him.
🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
happy father’s day to the dads of mha!!