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MHA 414: What Izuku’s and Tomura’s Memories Mean…
As the connection between All For One and One For All become stronger (a consequence of the current plan to transfer the vestiges) Izuku’s and Tomura’s memories are beginning to blend together. And each of the memories shown are equally as important as each other.
Izuku’s first memory being his fight with Shouto at the Sports Festival is especially important, because it foreshadows what Izuku will have to do in order to save Tomura…
His fight with Shouto during the Sports Festival was the first time that Izuku was able to save someone.
Not saving someone physically, but being able to save their heart.
Izuku will have to save Tomura both physically and emotionally in order to truly save him. His first memory from his subconscious being of him saving Shouto explicitly shows that.
Izuku won’t be able to save Tomura’s heart through violent means.
Tomura’s first memories shown are also important, as it foreshadows what will eventually allow Tomura to let himself accept Izuku’s help. Each memory are of significant moments that he had with the league, all of them being moments that had a lasting impression on him.
His first time meeting Dabi and Himiko, who were the first people from the outside (people who weren’t directly under All For One’s influence) that he accepted into the league.
His memory of Spinner challenging him, and what Tomura’s goals are (Spinner seeking reassurance from Tomura)…
Tomura’s first thoughts throughout the series have consistently been of the league, and what their wants and needs are. Tomura views them as exceptions from his destruction. He wants them all to have a future where they can live how they see fit.
He wants them to be happy.
Tomura will have to accept that he cannot have both the league's happiness and the destruction of everything.
He will have to choose, but before Tomura can do that he will have to accept the true reason behind his anger, which isn’t what AFO manipulated him into thinking.
Tomura's anger (which drives his want for destruction) stems from his inability to understand how people are able to ignore the suffering of others.
Tomura isn't able to ignore it. He never has.
His inability to ignore others suffering is what made him originally want to be a hero.
Tomura doesn’t understand how people are able to turn a blind eye and go on with their lives despite seeing injustice happen right in front of them.
(How could his family ignore his suffering even though it was happening right in front of them? How could people have walked past him even when he was alone scared and covered in his family’s blood…?)
His anger also stems from a place of hurt.
Tomura copes with no one reaching out and helping him by thinking that he was being punished for killing his family. He copes with people ignoring his suffering by convincing himself that he wanted to kill his family.
(Which stems from his resentment of his family ignoring his suffering, and the sense of relief Tomura felt after killing his father, knowing that he will no longer have to be subjected to his abuse.)
Tomura thinks that his destruction is something inherent within him. That he’s inherently bad.
That he will never feel good again…
Tomura doesn’t see a future for himself where he can be happy.
Izuku will have to prove to Tomura that he isn’t any of these things, and that he does have a future where he can be happy…
Which will be what allows him to truly save Tenko.
ohh i don’t know… just thinking about riding shigaraki’s thigh. you’re in your panties, shirt discarded somewhere on the floor in the haste of your make out session, while he’s fully clothed.
he helps you grind your sopping cunt on his jean-clad thigh, drinking in your pathetic whines and whimpers as he’s careful not to fully wrap his hands around your hips.
shigaraki full on stares at you, taking in every little detail on your face and committing it to memory, afraid this might be some cruel trick his mind is playing on him.
you keep whining, the feeling of his thigh brushing against your clit is other-worldly. “tomu— nghh! i’m close…”
his fingers let go of you as he practically forces you to hump his thigh to get off. your fingers are entangled in his hair, pulling on his delicate strands when the pleasure becomes too much.
“please, wanna cum so bad!” you begged, already getting tired from having to do it yourself and missing the feeling of his hands on you.
shigaraki looked down at his thigh and noticed the big wet patch on his pants from the fluids leaking from your pussy and smirked. he let out a sound akin to that of a groan when your hands slid under his sweater and scratched his back.
“cum.” and that was all you needed to hear for you to come undone.
shigaraki sees you in pigtails one time and becomes utterly obsessed. it’s the only thing he thinks about, and so it’s only natural that he requests you do that hairstyle when you’re about to have sex a few days after.
he insists that you get on top. “Ride my cock.” he simply says and you do as you’re told. you looked so beautiful in that moment, with his dick moving in and out of you, while he laid on his back with his arms behind his head, admiring the view you so generously gave him.
he almost cums at the sight of your pretty tits bouncing up and down with every move you made on top of him, along with your pigtails that moved freely, but he tries to hold himself back, afraid of embarrassing himself in front of you.
“Fuck, you look— mmh… so pretty like this.” he praises and you instantly blush at his words, attempting to lay on his chest to hide your face but he pulls you back by your hair. “No, no, wanna see your face when you cum.”
shigaraki believes he died and went to heaven when you eventually do cum on him, because the look on your face is indescribable.
when you come down from your high, you barely have enough time to recover, as he pulls you off of him and lays you face down, ass up. you hear him mumble a very faint “wanna try something else.”
he inserts himself inside you again, ramming his dick into you at a fast pace. you let out a loud moan of his name when he pulls at your pigtails, wrapping them around his hands, your head hanging awkwardly as your body shakes from each thrust of his length.
shigaraki spends the rest of the night filling you up with load after load of his warm cum, with the promise of doing this again soon.
jirai danshi shigaraki 🤯🤯🤯🤯 /hj, idk
idc i love them sooo much
i saw "dryice" as name for their ship and i LOVe it
i feel like spinner was (and hes still) homestuck kid. i dont know why, i just feel it
i also like to think how he explain tomura homestuck, how it works, classpects and stuff
yeah
im not sorry 😇😇
honestly i don't know what im doing 😮💨
i cant and i wont stop projecting on him. hes my agender king, idgaf 😖
In Honor of Shiggy's Bday today..
Here's a lil sum for him.
Fluff
Shigaraki x POC Reader
Kinda just a headcanon tbh. Not proofread at all.
Shiggy waking up to soft feather like kisses on his face. He stirs just a little and opens his eyes once he’s flat on his back. When his vision focuses he hums when he meets eyes with his lover. The sun shining through the blinds onto her skin, bonnet hanging low because of her fro stuffed inside. She had taken her recent braids out so she could get her hair did again just for the occasion but got lazy and decided to give her hair a break. He liked when her natural hair was out anyway. Her pale colored eyes stared into his with such love it made his chest flutter.
“Morning..” his voice low, deep and raspy from his sleep. It clung, making his voice rumble sending shivers up her spine. Her hand reached up and softly stroked his cheek. Her touch was so delicate like he’d break if pressure was applied. The moment was so precious it made a swelling feeling build in Shigaraki’s chest. Was something going on? She’s normally like this but it seems different. He didn’t even know he aged another year today.
“Happy birthday Tenko.” Oh. That’s what it was. He couldn’t even be shocked that he forgot, too chocked at how his real name slid so smoothly off her tongue. Her voice sounded like silk, smooth like cold soba on a Friday afternoon at the downtown diner they go to every once in a while. So filled with love, tears stung the corner of his eyes and filled his waterline. Her hands were now both on his cheeks, softly rubbing the apples of his cheeks. They’ve used to be so rough, calloused and sullen but now? Now they’re full and soft. Still a bit rough but old habits die hard they say. The pink in them never show brighter than when she’s with him. He doesn’t know why he’s crying. Why he’s so emotional. Maybe it’s because he didn’t think he’d make it to another birthday. He’s forgotten his birthday so much he didn’t think he’d even remember when it was. Maybe it was the love and overwhelming amount of emotion that she shared with him just from a few words.
Or maybe it’s because she saved him. Saved him from going so far down in a trench that he wouldn’t come back and feel emotion ever again. Wet fat tears slid down his cheeks. Her eyes never stopped looking at him. Never looked away, never narrowed in judgment, never pitying him. It just showed love. She loves him. She loves him so much.
“I love you Tenko. I’m so happy I could be here for this day. Thank you for letting me stay, for letting me love you. You deserve so much and I know I can’t give you the world like you want but even so—“ she could finish. Not if he sat up so fast it gave her whiplash. Not when his lips met hers with such urgency, such fevor, so desperate. So desperate to show her that she’s already given him the world. The world he wants, the one he wants is the one with her in it. The one they are in right now, where she’s in it everyday if his life. That’s all he wants.
“I love you.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you—“ every kiss, every bite, every suck on her pretty pink lips he mutters his undying love to her. Her giggles soon sound off as he’s soon towering over her on the soft pillowy bed sheets. He soon stops his assault on her lips and holds himself up on his hands. Looking down at his love. The one who saved his life. She’s smiling, smiling so softly he just might cry again. Not like he stopped anyway. The sun rose a bit higher since so it’s rays we’re shining bright and right onto his Angel, so etheral, so bright, so…his. She lives for him and he knows it. She proves it to him everyday.
People fear him. They shake and tremble and the very mutter of his name but only if they knew.. it’s not him they should be afraid of. If they knew the things he’d do for her, they’d fear her instead. One word and it’s done.
A smile. It unknowingly made its way onto his face. So soft, so small but so beautiful. She thought it was so beautiful. To her he’s the most precious person, most beautiful, gorgeous being she’s ever seen, met. She loves this man. And she will remind him now and forever.