Not So Much A Ship, But Platonic Soulmates Really

I can’t😭- he would tho lmao

bonk

Fuzzy guy is back to keep me happy

having so much fun rendering

“Don’t,” you warned Lucifer. You saw that self-assured grin on his face. You knew what he was planning.

“What? I just came to see what you were doing.” He leaned on your shoulder with enough weight to tilt you several inches sideways, no matter how much you pushed back. “Don’t mind me, carry on.”

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” you retorted, but it was too late. The others were catching on.

“Hey, hey! What’s going on?” Mammon came over and pushed against your other shoulder, tilting you back upright. “What are two of my favorite people doin’?”

You tried to shrug them both off, to no avail. “We’re not doing anything. We can stop this.”

You couldn’t stop it. Asmodeus was on his way and wasted no time crossing his arms over your back, happily leaning into you from behind. You tilted forward. “Hey! What’s happening here?”

You sighed, “we’re not doing this again.”

Asmodeus teased you with honeyed innocence, “doing what, hon? Something on your mind?”

These three demons thought they were so funny.

A passing Satan made eye contact with you. In that exact moment, you used every bit of imaginary telepathy you could muster. Surely Satan would understand. He could save you. He could free you before it really was too late.

He observed what his brothers were doing, nodded, and approached with a congenial grin. Mission failed.

“Traitor!” You regretted ever agreeing to join this exchange program as Satan slowly fell back into you. You didn’t even try to catch him, you were too busy trying to remain upright under the combined weight of four demons. They were hardly even holding back.

You couldn’t see who was running up, being too busy blowing Satan’s blonde hair out of your face, but at this point it didn’t matter. They were all coming for you.

“Let me in on this!” Leviathan said cheerily.

“Yeah!” “Come on!” Asmodeus and Mammon gladly made some room for Leviathan, which was difficult because you were sinking lower and lower, and you felt another weight pile onto your back as Levi cozied up to your torso. This scenario had played out enough times now that the brothers could somehow keep you from falling over like a Jenga tower, but it was still only a matter of time.

Belphegor squeezed his way in between Satan and Lucifer and wordlessly collapsed onto you as if overcome with narcolepsy. He sure looked cozy. He smirked while you lamented, “I’m never forgiving any of you, ever.”

“Beel? Are you coming?” Lucifer summoned the cherry on top of this ridiculous parfait. You braced as Beelzebub licked the crumbs off his fingers in preparation. He knew what had to be done.

“Are you ready?” At least he had the decency to ask, unlike six other degenerates. The six lumps of dead weight each grabbed a part of your body, shifting from leans to awkward hugs. There was no way to run.

With an exaggerated “hah!”, Beelzebub’s weight and outstretched arms were enough to send everyone crashing down. You were protected from any real damage by the shell of demon brothers, but they soon had you pinned down against someone’s chest in the world’s most embarrassing cuddle pile.

“Aren’t you guys too old for this?” you asked. “By like, ten thousand years?”

“We were just checking up on you,” Lucifer said.

“Yeah, how did this happen? Hmm..!” Asmodeus’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Satan draped his leg over yours and not-so-accidentally kicked Lucifer. “You should have told us what you were doing.”

“I think it’s fun.” Belphegor was the only one to admit the truth.

Hands were running through your hair and over your stomach. Somebody was pushing the edge of your mouth up into a smile with their finger. If these guy were so touch-starved, they could have just said so, like sane people.

“My! What do we have here?”

You groaned, partially because everybody was really heavy and partially because you really didn’t need Diavolo to arrive just then.

“My lord, it appears we have walked in on something quite interesting.” Et tu, Barbatos?

”Indeed! Is there room for two more?”

Your “no!” was drowned out by seven resounding yeses.

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MHA headcannons

Izuku Midorya

A/N

Hi :D this is my first time posting any of my writing/headcanons, so I apologize if there are any grammar mistakes.

-He's a mix of afro Latino and Japanese, with Inko being afro-Latina (specifically Colombian) and his dad being Japanese. Both his parents were born and raised in Japan, but Inko spoke both Japanese and Spanish, and that rubbed off on Izuku with them speaking both languages at home.

-Though there is the common hc or stereotype for Latino characters to start rambling in Spanish only when they're really mad, I think it happens for him with any intense emotion. Whether it's him happy, sad, anxious, or even just mildly annoyed I think he turns to Spanish in those moments (he got it from Inko).

-He's autistic, and his special interests are quirks and heroes (obviously), but he has pretty bad sensory issues. Like, he can't stand the feeling of someone else's skin on his skin, he can tolerate it if he initiates the hug but other than that he hates the feeling. The same goes for crowded spaces, when he has to do things like joint class activities or is in the cafeteria he'll often be wearing noise-canceling headphones.

-I'd like to think that he's a bit of a mama's boy, but not in the way that Inko would do everything for him. But in the way that he was attached to her hip and wanted to do everything she did. And because of that, he picked up different skills and hobbies, like crocheting, knitting, and cooking, and he even has a bit of a green thumb. I like to imagine that when he was little all he would do is follow Inko around and have his own little set of everything she did, like a mini gardener sat with a shovel and gloves, and a little bag with his yarn and child safety hooks.

-He's ftm trans. Growing up he didn't really know the difference between "gender roles" because all he really had was his mom, so when it came to stereotypes and gendered clothing he didn't even know that it was a thing. He actually grew up till he was around 4 or 5 believing he was born a boy.

-Boy is biromantic and demi-ace. I don't really have any backstory for this one except that he just thought everyone was attracted to both women and men. It wasn't until he was around 14 that he found out everyone was in fact not attracted to both men and women.

-Comfort items and food. His absolute comfort food is Katsudon, but only the kind Inko makes (and he's learned to make) because every other ones he's tried just aren't right. Those t-shirts that have the writing on them that either say pants or tux, he finds them both funny and comfortable. The same goes for his red shoes, though others might say they're an unsettling bright red, they're the only brand and type that fit him in a way that doesn't make him want to scream.

-Anxiety. With how much anxiety he has he's had to both go to therapy for it and even take medication. And it's not something he's ashamed of, it's something his mom does too since it seems to have been a common genetic thing in his family.

-Chronic pain after he started using One for All. Like, we all have seen how much he's either broken his bones or been extremely injured, I think that it's had a toll on his body. He can still move around and train just fine, but there are still times when he has to take a break because of the pain he's feeling. And there are even times when he has to actively massage and work the muscles in his hands and arms since he sometimes feels like they're either stuck or painful to move.

-We all of course know him as the ultimate All Might fanboy and just how much he tries to emulate him as a hero. But at the core of it, I like to think that he takes a lot of heart and inspiration for being a hero from his mom. Growing up she was all he really had, so he tries to emulate the strong and emotionally vulnerable person that made him feel so valid and safe in his own emotions when comforting and talking to both civilians and the people around him.

-He's not allowed to be alone with Hatsume for too long. It happened once and they ended up drawing out and even creating over 30 support items based on their collective observations and notes of hero student's quirks. They had even made a few inpo boards on what students they would be able to monetize on the most and showcase the quirks in the same time period.

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If you got this far, thank you for reading! And tell me if you might be interested in my other hc for other mha charcacters <3

Is Izuku the anxious cheetah while Katsuki is the dog in the cage meant to make it feel safe? Or is Katsuki the cheetah and Izuku the dog?

katsuki and his emotional support dog <3

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behold my editing skills

i present you... whatever this is. my brain cant translate and phrase things for now im tired hahshs

i made a lot of fake in game screenshots as if my dadsona was a real ddadds character. im not a writer but i think it turned out fine and i had a lot of fun!!

starting with dadbook profile:

meeting his daughter at bbq:

revealing secrets at bar:

watching old videos of live concerts from his band days:

going out at saturday night:

and the happy ending :D

Ok but like what if Mic and Aizawa cuddled and Aizawa just wouldn’t stop talking about different cat breeds and how they are all special.