Aizawa's day was perfectly normal, hating his coworkers and tired as hell. But it all went off the rails when he found himself as... a cat? or After an accident that makes Aizawa become a cat, the hero stumbles upon a certin green-haired middle schooler who isn't all that he seems to be. TW: cursing, bullying, suicide baiting, and violence Started: 3/31/23 #3 IN VIGILANTEIZUKU 4/12/23 #3 IN QUIRKLESSDEKU 4/15/23 #1 IN AIZAWASHOUTA 4/27/23 #1 IN QUIRKLESSIZUKU 5/11/23 #1 IN VIGILANTEDEKU 6/10/23 A/N: This will be a semi-short story with shorter chapters than that of "Lonely Rabbit". This was an idea that came to me after rereading several fics about Aizawa/Izuku being cats and ofc vigilante Izuku so we combining them. Cover art belongs to me I do not own mha or the characters, rights belong to Horikoshi

Izuku's mother dies when he was just 3 years old when his house cought fire in terrible accident and just to make things worse he was kidnapped by the league of villains right after the fire was put out. ~ He has been tortured his whole life but how will pro hero's Eraserhead and All Might along with detective Tsukauchi react when they find him in the abandoned LOV base? ~ What are they going to do after finding him? ~ Can midoria ever be happy again? ~ This story was Inspired by @Pantone_518 and they also help come up with the plot ~ This is my first story so any feedback is greatly appreciated ~ I do not own any of the art I may choose to use in this ~ Ships: Erasuremic (sorry about spelling) Kamideku Hotwings (Hawks x Dabi) Poprocks (Kirishima x Bakugo) If I decide to add any other ships then I will put them on here ~ 💀Warnings💀 I won't feel comfortable writing much of this but there could be some mild gore, depression, trauma so I just thought I would warn you Oh also there will be Gay 🏳️🌈 So if that's not your thing then I suggest you don't read 😁 As I have already said this is only my first book so I just want to thank you for looking at it Hope you have a great day - or night - and I hope to see you in the comments

Scar and Cub have always been inseparable-best friends in every sense, bound by laughter, mischief, and an unspoken loyalty. Scar has always been patient with Cub, forgiving his tricks, his scams, and the restless energy that seemed to lead him into trouble. But now, something is different. Cub has vanished. Days have passed without a word, and the playful confidence that Scar relied on is replaced with a gnawing dread. Cub had mentioned, almost offhandedly, that he planned to venture into the Deep Dark that day-an expedition that was supposed to last only a few hours. But the silence has stretched far beyond that, and Scar's worry has begun to twist into something heavier, something darker. The shadows of the Deep Dark creep into his thoughts, every echo and flicker of movement hinting at danger. Scar knows his friend is resourceful, clever, resilient-but even Cub isn't invincible. And as the days drag on, Scar realizes that the familiar warmth of his friend's presence has been replaced by a chilling absence... one that feels like it might never be filled.

art is not mine. Poultry Man, that pesky bird, has been challenging Hot Guy and messing with him throughout existence, presumably after the pesky bird himself moved to Hermit Town. He's the most annoying supervillain ever, but Hot Guy has definitely started to rely on him when he gets captured. He's not sure why, but every time he does get captured, he can't help but feel a sense of relief seeing the villain himself come and pull him out. One day, unfortunately, in civilian life, Scar goes to his favorite coffee shop bookstore to see his favorite clerk, but he's not there. Instead, he talks to the other clerk, Mumbo, just to find out that the poor man had gotten pretty sick and that he was practically bedridden.

Heavy trigger warning for death heavy The chapter RIP is just getting started, and I mean death as in child death parental death drug use everything. The war against the Mycelium Resistance had been long, an endless strain on mayor Scar's heart and mind. Every decision, a weight; every choice, a shadow. He wasn't naive enough to believe that the cost of this battle didn't reach beyond his own soul. Friends had been lost, alliances fractured, and innocence shattered. But in the end, the mycelium had to be stopped-he was the only one who could do it, even if it meant sacrificing pieces of himself along the way. Beneath the veil of Hot Guy, a guise as much as a shield, he fought in the night, struggling against the twisted children of Mother Spore. But it wasn't until the moon hung heavy in the sky, blood-red, that she finally revealed herself. Silent at first, lurking in the dark, her presence like the weight of an ancient curse, watching him from the edges of his awareness. One night, she would step into the open, and the true battle would begin. But would he be ready? Or would the spores that clung to the very air around him take root, entwining his fate with hers in ways he could never predict? The battle against the spores was only the beginning. The true enemy was closer than he ever knew, and she was watching, waiting for the moment to strike.

100000000% just based off of this image by iveoy on Tumblr. in which mumbo jumbo can't figure out how and what is making his redstone fail and go off at night

HotGuy has always been a solo hero, that is until a new vigilante came to town. the new vigilante saves him but he thought he had it handled pretty well. he was so wrong

Scar is a cop working tirelessly on a perplexing case. Everywhere he goes, he finds two peculiar clues: eggs and white feathers. No matter the crime-bank robberies, murders, or high-profile thefts-the same eerie pattern emerges. The eggs are pristine, and the feathers are fresh, as if whoever left them always arrived just before the police. It's maddening for Scar, an unyielding reminder that the culprit is always one step ahead, taunting him with their mysterious calling card. Art is not mine

third life anyone?

Tango, a talented Blazeborn guitarist, is renowned for his fiery performances and incredible skill. Currently, he plays with the band Team ZITS, where his dynamic presence and unique sound captivate audiences. Though his guitar work is his signature, Tango is a versatile musician, adept at playing a variety of instruments, including drums, bass, and even the occasional piano riff during quieter sets. While Team ZITS is his primary focus, Tango often steps away to collaborate with other artists, lending his expertise to side projects and one-off performances. His ability to blend genres and adapt to different styles makes him a sought-after musician beyond his band. Despite these ventures, Tango's heart remains with Team ZITS, where his blazing solos and magnetic energy steal the spotlight. Fans from all over know him for his passion and dedication to music, solidifying his reputation as one of the best in the scene.