Roles. We were all given roles to play. The Hero and The Villain. It's quite common in this world. The hero, of course, saves the day, bringing a smile to the terrorized citizens of the city. The villain, well is quite obvious. The outcast in society. The one that ruins the lives of others out of their own jealousy and hatred. Both the Hero and Villain were granted the ability to speak. Reassure and scare others with their voices, fitting perfectly into their roles. But what if, your role was neither of those. Neither the hero. Or the villain. Just Mute.

Kaminari knew he wasn't as smart as Yaomomo or Iida. Nor was he as strong as Bakugo and Todoroki. He wasn't brave like Kirishima, kind like Koda and Uraraka, or analytical like Midoriya. He wasn't the only one to think that too. The judging looks he got from students, whispering words behind his back, said it all. 'Look, it's the dumb kid from Class 1-A.' 'How did he end up in the hero course?' 'He's basically a one-shot wonder.' 'Ha! He'll be stuck being a sidekick forever. Just watch!" 'His quirk' s too dangerous! How's he gonna be a hero with that?' And sometimes, he believed the words too. --- Cover pic isn't mine! I only edited it! If the artist wants it down please PM me and I will immediately remove it! This story will be graphic in some parts, just a warning. Thank you!

Gonna be a skeleton of skelepuns and they're gonna be really skelefun and I'm really just skeledone with my life because I'm not humerus and its makes me feel so sad to the point I get bonely because all of my friends left me because I say too many skelepuns and they're super cringe-worthy and that's not good, it always causes a bad time and my friends also left because I'm always coffin and coffin ain't good so yeah that's a bad time too and I just can't even with these skelepuns and I just have a skeleton and its really giving me crippling depression because my skelepuns made my friends go away, leaving me bonely and being bonely isn't fun so I'm always skullking and that's also not good so now I'm not eating because of the crippling depression and so my family says I don't have the stomach for food anymore and I guess they're right I don't really know since I'm a bone-head and marrow-minded but my family tries to bring up my spirits by tickling my funny-bone but it never works. (Please help me I may have a problem) #1 in humerus

[COMPLETE] [Thanks for 100 followers!] [[READ DESCRIPTION]] ** MATURE CONTENT** Highest Rankings: - 1st in HazbinHotel - 1st in AngelDust - 1st in Fandom [DISCLAIMER: this book isn't an accurate story follow up from the Original Hazbin Hotel series, but it does happen in Hell. It's like an Alternate Universe in a way from the Canon Hazbin Series. I may get some facts and events wrong cuz this book was fully published in Oct 2018] "Surely there must've been a mistake... why am I here?" (y/n) asked herself, afraid of why and how she ended up in this terrible place... Will she find a way out of Hell? or will she accept her fate and truly become a demon? [In this story, Angel is Bisexual btw, NOT GAY like the cannon. So if you don't like things such as Drag Queens, Drugs, Alchohol, and LGBTQ+ , then this story isn't for you. I get that he is gay, and only straight for pay, but as said above, this book is NOT accurate to the Hazbin Hotel Series. Its just out of my own imagination for readers to indulge and enjoy] Story by me. Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel 20/10/2018 - 8/11/2018

Kamisero is underrated and deserves more love Thanks for coming to my TED talk

I fell into the BNHA Pit, let's go with this golden rarepair.

Shinsou Hitoshi and Kaminari Denki fall in love after meeting at the sports festival, but have to hide it from Shinsou's fathers while Shinsou deals with anxiety and depression. How will this turn out? Cover credit to:??? #1- Kamishinsou 10/20/19 #17- Shinkami 11/24/19

Heerlijk, de wind door je vacht. Ik ren door het bos. Nog even en ik verbreek mijn eigen record. Ik zoef langs de bomen. Snel spring ik over een omgevallen boom heen en maak een scherpe bocht. Na nog even door te rennen zie ik een meertje. Ik rem Professioneel af en ga rustig liggen om bij krachten te komen. Nu ik toch niks doe kan ik me het beste voorstellen. Ik ben Flame. Ik weet het. Het is niet echt een meisjesnaam. Maar goed, ik ben 16 en ik ben een weerwolf en geen normale ook. Ik ben een witte met ijsblauwe ogen. Mijn lievelingskleur is blauw. Ik ben anders dan andere en niet zo'n klein beetje ook. Ik ben zelf sneller en sterker dan een Alpha, een Alpha! Ook kan ik beter ruiken en wanneer ik weer shift naar mijn mensenvorm heb ik mijn kleren nog aan. Dat gebeurt bij andere weerwolven niet. Familie heb ik niet aangezien ik door een normaal mens in het bos ben gevonden. Later ben ik weer naar het bos gegaan en dus ben ik technisch gezien een rogue. Vandaar geen achternaam. Ja dat is het zo'n beetje. Ik hoor een luidde angstaanjagende huil door het bos gaan. Ik krijg meteen rillingen en sta op. Oh nee. Dit kan je niet geloven. Hoe heb ik dit nou weer voor elkaar gekregen. KETJUP MET KURRY...... Hoi, dit is mijn eerste boek en dus gaat het nog best wel moeilijk maar ik hoop dat jullie het een leuk boek gaan vinden. Chou Astrid_Phoebie_Black.

As a rule of thumb, Bakugou knows better than to wonder about how Kaminari Denki's mind works. But rules are made to broken, and sometimes, all it takes to make or break a moment is a late-night call and an invitation to a date. || A multi-chapter BakuKami fic.