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Artist: トウメイ林檎 

Tsuna: I bet I could fit the whole world in my hands!

Reborn, scoffing: Tsuna, that’s physically impossible.

Tsuna, cupping Reborn’s face: Are you sure?

Reborn: Stop it, I have a reputation.

Sky Arcobaleno!Tsuna + Hunger

Premise: Basically, Arcobaleno are batteries. The Sky Arcobaleno bears the brunt of the Curse to keep the world going while the other Arcobaleno elements are responsible for keeping their Sky going. The strongest and purest Sky is needed to stand as a pillar of the world and keep the other Arcobaleno elements in check, and the other elements need to be the strongest and purest in order to feed their Sky for as long as possible.

The Sky Arcobaleno eats their Flames, which allows them to keep their adult form and stay alive, but the more Flames they consume, the more it reflects on the other elements by de-aging their bodies.  Because the Sky carries the weight of the Curse, in exchange, the six elements that serve them are theirs to command. If their Sky wants to eat, the elements can’t refuse. And Giglio Nero Skies have always known their duty.

Once the Sky Arcobaleno eats all the Flames available to them, the Sky would starve and die as the Curse becomes too much for them, and the other elements would either cease to exist soon afterwards because the Sky Arcobaleno has eaten too much of their Flames, or they would live on under the rule of yet another Sky until their Flame reserves have been completely drained dry. After that, a new generation of Arcobaleno is chosen, and the cycle repeats itself.

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~ ☆ Katekyo Hitman Reborn: Shorthands ☆ ~

Cute, sleepy Tsuna.

↳Say, what do you all think of Tsunayoshi? (insp.)

Can I request something (cracky I'm sorry) where Narsus has the genius master plan of weaponizing Arslan's cuteness and various reactions?

moe moe denkyun~

what did I spend 5 hours on

I’m so tired. I’ll regret this tomorrow. G’night.

I have this headcannon that Azrael views Arslan as his chick and he just gives a death glare to almost everyone that comes within 10 feet of his chick. Just imagine Arslan is trying to meet with some important noble or something like that and all the poor noble sees is this huge raptor glaring at him from behind Arslan's back. He acts like a total sweetheart when Arslan is look though XD

I accept this.

Daryun feels 20% more at ease when Azrael is with Arslan

…???

Silly comics #12: Silly jokes 

I really think that, when it comes to Hinata, Tsukki can be silly too [I ship them so i’m gonna do all of you ship them too] Hope you like it!  Lots of love, Coco  lゝω･))

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bnha oneshot - see that you don’t

This class hurt. Shouta would never admit it, but more than anything, 1A hurt to teach, to be around, to look after. He’d never seen such comradery between a whole class before, not even one he’d taught. They knew each other inside and out, care for each other, loved each other like a family.

Which is why it hurt so much knowing one of them wouldn’t graduate.

He didn’t have confirmation – he couldn’t, his quirk was erasure not foresight – but he’d seen one of those kids before. Different quirk, different look, different personality; but the same smile, the same eyes. The same undying need to throw himself in front of every bullet.

Shouta could teach kids to save, could teach them to be selfless. He couldn’t teach them to value their own lives. Midoriya did nothing but jump into trouble, any speck of turmoil and he’d be there with a warm smile and shaking hands.

The best heroes were selfless. The longest living were not.

He’d had a friend like that once. Had.

He didn’t any more.

Hizashi saw it too, he could see it in the pained eyes he shot the kid when he thought no one was looking. The kind of person to throw themselves in front of a bullet that had a tiny chance of killing the target but a certainty of killing them. Oboro would have been – well, not proud. But he’d have recognised a kindred spirit when he saw one.

Shouta let his face drop into his hands, fighting back bitter tears. The common room was lit only by his laptop screen, casting a pale light across his paperwork. Midoriya’s essay lay mostly unmarked across the table. An ethics essay, on when a hero drew the line. He’d read that same essay once – helped edit it. Of course, Oboro’s hadn’t been nearly as well written or sourced as this one, but the thesis was the same – “There is no line.”

A faint creaking drew his attention. He cast his tired eyes to the stairs, only to see Midoriya stood there like a deer in the headlights. His frightened expression dropped almost instantly when he saw the tear tracks on his teacher’s face, something that almost made Shouta laugh with its morbid irony.

“Sensei? What’s wrong, do – would you like me to make you a drink? Call Mic-Sensei?” Shouta did laugh now, roughly brushing away tears that started to fall anew.

“I’m fine, problem child. Old memories. What are you doing up?” Midoriya shrunk back slightly, expression sheepish.

“Nightmare. Wanted to make some tea.” Shouta huffed out a smile. He stood up, closing his laptop, eyes taking a moment to adjust to the new darkness.

“I’ll join you, then.”

The kitchen was warm – lingering heat of the day clinging to the titled floor, cold radiating gently from the window panes. Shouta busied himself with the kettle, Midoriya audibly rummaging around in the pantry, cardboard boxes and tins of tea shifting against each other.

“Want to talk about it?” Midoriya jolted, shoulders tensing. He didn’t turn away from the pantry.

“Its – its dumb.”

“I’ve listened to Mic’s stories about cockroach Godzilla, whatever you throw at me won’t be any sillier.” Midoriya still hesitated. “I can also report on some authority that the underground hero that teachers 1A has had a nightmare about violent teddy bears.” That got the student snickering. He exited the relative safety of the pantry, one hand curled around the type of tea Shouta assumed he drank, the other holding out a few varied types. They were, notably, all ones he’d drunk around the dorm. The kid’s memory was impressive.

“I couldn’t save someone.” Midoriya’s voice was barely audible over the kettle, but it made Shouta’s breath catch in his throat all the same. Of course, of course. He didn’t know why he’d wondered, that’s the only thing a kid like Midoriya would get shaken up over. Shouta nodded thoughtfully, not trusting his voice. He fished two mugs out of the cupboard, gently holding his hand out for the tea. Midoriya handed it over, Shouta plucking a roasted green tea from the selection for himself. He remained silent until he’d poured the water into the cups, soft herbal smell filling the air around them.

“Don’t forget to save yourself, kid.” Midoriya looked at him, confused.

“But –“

“Look.” Shouta dropped a hand onto his student’s shoulder. God, they were so small. “You’re going to make a wonderful hero. But you can’t save anyone if you aren’t there.” He opened his mouth to respond, but Shouta held up a hand. “Just, think about it, ok?”

He scooped his mug from the counter, collecting his laptop and essays from the table. He paused, lingering in the door to his own room.

“You’ve got people that need you. Don’t go where they can’t follow. Nothing hurts more than losing someone – especially when they had so much to look forward to.” He could hear a noise of confusion from Midoriya. His own shoulders slumped. “My second year, we lost someone. Don’t make us lose you too.”

He slipped inside his room, all but tossing his laptop on his bed. All of a sudden he could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, on his eyes, his heart.

“I won’t, Sensei.” A wavering voice called to him from the kitchen. “I won’t.” Shouta ignored the hot tears dripping down his cheeks.

“See that you don’t, Midoriya. See that you don’t.”

you’ll always be my little boy

my two fav floof heads

Bonus: conspiracy theorist Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki Shouto low-key looking at Midoriya Izuku Part I

“THE HEROES ARE FINALLY BACK!”

Sweet Metronome

Circle/Artist: Zeroshiki / Kabosu Parody: Boku no Hero Academia Pairing: TodoIzu Rating: G Summary: To get closer to Midoriya, Todoroki asks if they can start an exchange diary! Although things go well between them, Midoriya finds himself unable to respond to Todoroki’s last entry… **Read on MyReadingManga here**

I’m so glad I finished this one in time for the holidays!! o(≧▽≦)o If you remember the adorableness that was “MUMBO JUMBO,” then you’re gonna love this!! Bless Kabosu for making another cute TodoIzu work~ Happy holidays and enjoy!

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