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I AM VIBRATING IN EXCITEMENT!!! Olivia sent over pics of the zines in progress. I’m away this weekend, so can only experience them through photos, but hey they’re turning out nice??

I’ll give more info when they’re all printed & in front of me

i may or may not have totally tweaked her face lol shh

Shipping [TodoDeku]

A/N: Boku no Hero Academia (Todoroki/Deku, lee Todoroki) -  29. “Is that my name written on your notebook?” - My first TodoDeku fic, I got some more prompts with them and I was actually planning on combining some, but maybe I just need some excuses to write more for this pairing :) So here’s one of them. Hope you like it!

Summary: The sports festival has sparked a hero-shipping trend, and Deku is totally up to date. Most of all for his own favorite ship, featuring no one but himself and his semi-finals partner Todoroki. 

Word Count: 2243


The sports festival had started many things. Not only were random people talking to Deku now, recognizing him as if he was some sort of famous celebrity. 

No, he was like a real celebrity already. Everyone of them. They were not only being talked about. They were not only being shown on TV countless of times, but of all things that fascinated him the most: they were being shipped. They were becoming an internet trend.

Shipped. Hero-shipping! Like, pairings. Hero-pairings, all from just watching the sports festival broadcast. Seriously? Fans were crazy! It was only a matter of time, a little bit of it, before fan art and fanfiction started to spread on the world wide web. 

Deku was guilty, like probably everyone was, of googling his own name. Seeing what they were saying about him. Drawing about him. Writing about him. 

It was flustering, honestly. He was hiding his mobile phone under the table as he secretly read some fanfiction during class, one of his secretly most favorite pairing and it was so embarrassing: himself and Todoroki. They were one of the most famous ships.

Seriously, people apparently interpreted their battle, the way he encouraged Todoroki, each and every shot of them together, as something romantic. He, Deku, Midoriya Izuku, was being shipped with the almighty Todoroki, the sports festival’s #2. And he liked it.

Todoroki cupped Deku’s cheek and looked him in his eyes. “Midoriya. I love you. I’ve realized that I love you. How do you feel about me?” 

Deku was blushing seriously, his lips playbacking the answer he would give him and he blushed even worse when he caught himself thinking that he’d easily tell Todoroki he loved him too. 

Well, love was a big word. But he cared for him, admired him, thought he looked… attractive… Wouldn’t mind…y’know…

He swallowed and quickly put his phone away before Aizawa-sensei would catch him. And before his face would explode because seriously, he couldn’t take much more of the Todoroki x Deku shipping thing, and it was only one week after the festival. One. Week.

“Hm..” he muttered to himself as he scribbled something on the cover of his legendary hero notebook, quite unconsciously. He just couldn’t help but wonder if just like with movies and TV shows, if they would also get their own shipping name actually. Probably. If things were already escalating like this in a week…

“Todoroki,” he whispered silently, and he wrote his name on his notebook. Under that he first wrote ‘Midoriya’, and thought for a moment. Todomido? Todorokiya? Midoroki? No. He crossed out all of his attempts, and even his own name. He then wrote ‘deku’ in place and he felt his own breath hitch.

“Todo…deku…” he mumbled, writing the name under all the failed attempts, and he underlined it with a satisfied smile.

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  • Psychic: *reads my mind*
  • My mind: OH SNAP!!! WHO'S THAT??? DON'T TOUCH ME I'M TOO HOT!!! YES!!! QUÉ PASO?! HERE I GO!! SO DOPE Y TU LO SABES!!! NO PARE SIGUE SIGUE!!! DID YOU SEE ME FREAKY FREAK IT??? WHAT A WAY TO BEGIN THE WEEKEND!!! SONNY, EVERYTHING YOU WANT IS FREE, MAN!!!! AND TO MY DEARLY BELOVED DOMINICAN REPUBLIC, I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU!!! GONNA SEE THIS HONEY, MAKE A LITTLE MONEY, AND ONE DAY I'LL HOP JET BLUE!!!! BUT UNTIL THAT FATEFUL DAY, I'M GRATEFUL I GOT A DESTINATION!!! I'M RUNNING TO MAKE IT HOME AND HOME'S WHAT VANESSA'S RUNNING AWAY FROM!!! I'm running to make it home and home's what Vanessa's running away from…
  • Psychic: Damn girl, you are obsessed with In the Heights.

Here’s a very late thank you to my followers! 

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This was a nice early birthday present actually haha.

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In a Past Life - MadaSaku

In a Past Life
MadaSaku

Written for @madasakuweek
Rated T
Random AU

It is said in ancient mythology that humans had two souls once. They were peaceful creatures, full of joy and warmth and love. But the Gods grew jealous of humans and ripped them in two, cursing them to forever wander for their other half through this life, and then the next.

Many of the Gods found their suffering to be of great amusement, but one Goddess took pity on the poor humans. She could not reverse the damage that had been done, but she granted them the only help she could offer: The Mark.

Much of the legend has been lost to time, but the old stories say that every person has an imprint, unique to them and their missing soul. It is hidden in plain sight, only to be revealed once its twin has been discovered. Only then will one know they have found their other half, their missing piece - their soulmate.

If one believed such myths…

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changed my commish email to serglecommissions@gmail.com!

I decided that using my personal email for commissions was:

1. hurting my organization. i do my best to be organized, but it just wasn’t working. occasionally orders would get lost, and that’s unacceptable to me.
2. stressing me out. it’s sort of like having office hours be OPEN: all days of week, all hours of day. it’s going to be helpful for me to choose to take a weekend away from my commission contacts and whatnot.

From now on, if someone would like to order some art, or ask me about an order they’ve already placed, that’ll be the email to use!

Also, my commissions menu, for those who’re newly curious:

Dad’s New House

Anon Submitted:

When I was about five or six years old, my parents finalized their divorce and moved into new houses. My mom, who had custody of me, stayed close to where we had lived before, but my dad moved almost an hour away to Camano Island off the coast of Northwest Washington. I visited him every other weekend.
At first, I was really excited to be moving to an island, because I thought I would get to see whales and dolphins on the beach, and when I first visited my dad’s new house, it seemed great because it was in the middle of a big forest with lots of room to play. That first day I was there, most of the stuff was unpacked from the move already, but the bedroom my dad had picked for me was still empty, so I had to sleep on the couch.
Nothing had felt especially weird that day, but anyone who has slept in a house in a forest can tell you that it gets really, really dark. It was pitch black outside when my dad finally went to bed. There were no curtains up yet, and there were two big windows on one side of the living room and a double door to a balcony/porch on the other side, and those doors were mostly made of glass, so no matter which way I lied down on the couch, I could see the dark outside. On top of that, the living room opened up on the third side, from which you could basically see the rest of the house in the day time or with lights on, but in the dark it was like a cave. It was really creepy, and I was really afraid of the dark at that age. Needless to say, I started to hate going to my dad’s house, because it meant sleeping in that scary living room. Nothing ever felt safe or welcoming there, and it was always cold. Even in the summer when it was warm outside, the house would be freezing.
One night, I must have had a hard time sleeping (more than usual) because I remember sleeping in my dad’s room, which he didn’t normally let me do. His room wasn’t much less creepy than the rest of the house– it had big glass doors to another porch too, and windows all along one wall. I remember falling asleep, and then being sort of half awake when I saw something in corner of the room next to the side of the bed I was sleeping on. It was gray and fuzzy looking, like it was hairy, about the size of a basketball. It turned around on its own, really sharply. It was an old man’s head, grinning at me. It had sparkly black eyes and a big mouth, and it would have looked totally human if it hadn’t been disembodied, sitting in the corner of my dad’s bedroom. It started to open its mouth and move towards me, and then I remember a feeling like being jolted awake, even though I hadn’t felt like I was asleep or dreaming. I was crying, but my dad would have been mad if I woke him up, so I just sat in bed with a pillow over my head until morning.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 8/10 Okay that head really caught me off guard.  Nice.