𝙏𝙊 𝙍𝙐𝙉: 𝙏𝙤 𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 Best Rankings: #1 - myheroacademia #1 - Mhaxreader #1 - Shototodoroki #1- Speed #2- Izuku #1- Kirishima

"𝙎𝙤, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚...𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝?" "𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙮. 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥?" Outcast? I know that word all too well. One would more than likely...no, definitely expect that from someone in possession of a quirk that can place anybody under the influence of any drug at any dose at any time. Everyday work is a drag, but "dealing" is an interesting business for me since I typically have a steady flow of customers. I was actually sorta happy with my life, until the day that I accidentally got an undercover pro hero hopped up on molly... Denki Kaminari x Female OC ⚠️ CW/TW: DRUG USE, STRONG LANGUAGE, ASSAULT, ABUSE, GUNS, SUICIDE, AND OTHER DARK/DEPRESSING/VIOLENT THEMES⚠️ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗖𝗪/𝗧𝗪 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬. DISCLAIMER: I have never been involved in the use of any illegal substances, so please forgive me if any of the depictions in the story are incorrect or unrealistic. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MY HERO ACADEMIA OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS OR CONCEPTS; MHA BELONGS TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI Cover designed with PicsArt Started 2/13/21 Finished 9/14/21

Los monstruos están en todas partes. A veces se esconden debajo de la cama o en el armario, pero también pueden disfrazarse de tus seres queridos. Y esos son, justamente, los más aterradores. Mi mamá ha comenzado a invitar a un monstruo a nuestra casa ahora que papá ya no está. Le he dicho que es un monstruo. Ella no me cree. Los adultos no pueden verlos. O, tal vez, no quieren hacerlo. ----------------------------------------------------- Portada de @Fantagoria

"Mis amados hijos se convirtieron en monstruos" Los humanos dejaron la Tierra contaminada por la energía nuclear y se establecieron en el nuevo planeta Tarka. Nicolás, un colaborador de bajo nivel que trabajaba en una mina, se esforzaba día tras día junto con sus dos hijos. Un día, durante la larga estación de lluvias, estaba descansando después de terminar el trabajo por la mañana cuando vio una escena increíble en la televisión. [¡Emergencia! ¡Noticias de última hora con urgencia! ¡A las 13:07 de hoy, la invasión Cordilana destruyó completamente la ciudad! Ciudadanos, apresúrense y huyan... ¡Aaaaah!] Más información ~~

Emily se enamora del hijo de puta que la graba mientras @bus*n de ella. "- 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆... 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔".

in a world filled with quirks a boy was born quirkless while his family had powerful quirks. the world turned on him neglected, bullied, outcast of society will he end it all or will he advance into a new form of warfare.

Midoriya Izuku's quirk was not like his mother's, nor was it like his father's. He couldn't pull things close to him, like his mother's quirk could. He couldn't breathe fire, like his father's quirk, either. Instead, he had wings. They were beautiful wings, each individual feather a white that faded to a light green. Wings that could fade in and out of existence, allowing him to fly no matter if they were visible or not. Wings that could heal. Always. But would it be enough, in the end?

Izuku's POV: The wind ruffled my feathers, reminding me again-I wasn't human anymore. But... I didn't mind. I stretched my wings, feeling the air move through them. This wasn't what I expected for my life, but sitting here, with Hawks beside me, I realized-this was everything I had ever wanted. Hawks' POV: After weeks of training, flying, and late-night talks, he had found his place. And honestly? So had I. I smirked. Yeah, this felt right. He wasn't just some bird I picked up-he was my bird. My partner. My family. A/N: This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

Sus ojos observaron detalladamente el espejo, y un niño sucio le regreso la mirada. Esa era la imagen que le devolvía el espejo. Su piel, normalmente pálida, tenía ahora un tono cetrino, resultado de meses de inanición y exposición a la intemperie. Sus huesos se marcaban bajo la fina tela de la sudadera negra que le había enviado su padre con unos tipos extraños formados completamente de huesos, seres del Inframundo, hace dos años en su cumpleaños, prendas holgadas que no lograban ocultar su delgadez. Se sentía ligero, casi transparente, pero en sus ojos había una chispa de malicia que no se podía apagar. Era una aberración, un error de la naturaleza, y le gustaba, un perfecto contexto para un villano del futuro. Su padre... ¿Estaría orgulloso de esto? La pregunta resonó fría en su mente. Lord Garmadon. La sola mención de ese nombre evocaba una mezcla de temor y una punzada de anhelo, un deseo desesperado de reconocimiento que nunca llegaba.

One last summer. One last chance for an adventure. What happens after high school graduation? For Finn, Becca, Ronan (and friends!), the answer to this question involves a sort-of-stolen Ferrari, a one-way plane ticket to Alaska, a mysterious college radio station, and a road-trip across the United States of America. It's officially 1990 -- a new decade -- and anything is possible. Maybe even a comeback. This is the third and final book in the series. Thanks for reading :) Cover design by @thanatophibic