Old Man

professor silco AU~

(writing nonsense aus keeps me sane)

political science/history (if history his doctoral thesis would be about working class history)

that one professor most students hate

but still would be fair to them

his students know that if you ask him about classism he would rant for good 20 minutes and would use that for their advantage sometime

probably was a radical leftist in his youth and did some activism

MIGHT have dealt drugs to pay off his degree

drinks while grading papers

his black and orange eye is a prosthesis

if you want to do your master thesis under him (almost nobody does that) he would be so fucking annoying when pointing every single mistake but the thesis would be good

needs reading glasses sometimes

has few copies of communist fanifesto (he collects the oldest and the prettiest ones)

drinks the most disgusting gut wrenching coffee known to mankind

*that one photo of whole jar of instant coffee with water poured inside*

if you want to enter some competition/olympics in his field he would fag you out but you would win this shit

no stupid questions.

probably hates every member of his academic departament

if you came to final exam in sweats he would fucking kill you

but if you come to his normal classes dressed weird he wouldn't care

covered smoke detector in his office with plastic bags and tape like a teenager smoking weed

every uni employee knows that he smokes in his office but is too scared of him to tell him off

Concept art and final render of Silco's office occupied by Sevika.

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There’s more. Read it btw

I'm gonna be playing devil's (Silco's) advocate for the near-end of the tea party scene because I've been going back and forth on this shit for the past week.

My thoughts: Silco didn't shoot at Vi with intentions to kill her, but rather to make her stop talking.

But wasn't he literally out to kill her before episode 9?? Yes, he was, but that was before Jinx knew she was alive. When she did find out, he gave up the hunt and redirected his focus to his daily routine.

Really, Silco just isn't stupid enough to kill Vi after that, much less in front of Jinx, even if he's high on adrenaline because unlike her, he is not impulsive. He knows Jinx is unpredictable, so there's no telling how she'll react if he did and if he can excuse his way out of it. And thanks to that tea party, he now also knows that there will always be a part of his daughter that yearns for Vi no matter how many baptisms he puts her through, similar to how he kept his respect for Vander.

But I would also like to point out that just like Jinx switching moods, Silco alternates between manipulative rat to protective father in 0.5 seconds. Before Jinx started spiraling, he was persuading her; when she confronted him about Vi, he told her to complete the weapon, etc. Yet the moment she shows signs of being on the verge of a breakdown, he puts her first—shooing her fears and doubts in his own twisted way, and not speaking over Vi's pleas to reach her when he's supposed to be the master of coercion. Instead he yells at Vi to 'shut up' because she has no idea what she was actually doing to her sister.

But Vi keeps going, and Silco desperately tries to break free from his ropes instead of talking—again, his specialty—to Jinx for what I assume is an attempt to go and comfort her (previous episodes suggest physical touch does that well). Unable to do so leaves him one option: the gun.

This is the part that made consider my main point. Before Jinx even fires, Silco aims and shoots.

The bullet goes not even remotely close to Vi's head or torso, but on the far side of her chair. Had she not moved, the most damaged would've been her arm. That shit was a warning shot.

Jinx killed him from a warning shot...

Your Beauty never ever scared me

TW : mention of suicide, depression, self harm and use of strong language.

Spoiler of MHA

Hi everyone, is the author here :) I just wanna say that I wrote this story also becase I wanna spread that depression exist and is a serious illness, it’s not just a sad feeling and if you need help, it’s okay to ask and it’s not a shame. I am learning that myself and sometime it’s not easy, but it gets better. 

Please ask for help if you need, stay safe and enjoy things you like, despite what others say. 

Have a good day <3 

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It was a late sunday night and you and Shigaraki were returning from a mission in which you had to take care of a silly copycat of Shigaraki himself. He was pretty pissed off, so you were trying to cheer him up, but you were not the greatest. 

“Come on Shigaraki...his lips weren’t even that cracked...he was a bad copycat!”

Shigaraki looked at you with a strange look, a mix between anger, amousement and misbelief and said:

“Fuck you y/n... come on, we must return to the others.” Shigaraki said that with a little smile on his face, he knew you were just lying and having fun. 

He was like a brother to you because after the death of your father and the madness of your mother, you started living on the street, until Shigaraki rescued you from some silly villains. He introduced you to Kurogiri, who at first was a little unsure about you and didn’t know if he could trust you, but after quite some time he eventually started to give you small tasks and assignments. You usually didn’t go on missions with the others, you mostly organised appointments and gave them details about missions and heroes. You were some kind of a stalker, if you can say that. 

Your quirk gave you the power to know information about a person by just looking at their photos, but the more items you had, more details you acquired. For example, if someone gave you a simple photo, you knew their name or exact age, but if you had someting more personal you could discover their secrets or inner fears. 

Your life with the League of Villains was good, you were always protected by the others, and in exchange you offered important information about the heroes. It was a very good deal, considering that you would have probably ended up in jail or worse, if you have still lived on the street. 

In the League you have also find something special, something different from a brother and some kind of father figure (who was Kurogiri). 

You have found love. 

You were in love with a person you would have never expected to, a person completely different from you. 

Dabi was from another planet, with a different lifestyle, but the two of you ended up together anyway. Of course at start it was not that easy because Dabi was a very difficult person and he didn’t want to come near you because of your quirk. He was afraid you would have find out about his past and pain, which he didn’t wanna live again, but you eventually found everything out. Despite keeping it a secret at start, you told him when the two of you were more intimate and he was mad angry at first, but he calmed down after months of silence and distance, when he realised the only person he would have talked to about his story was indeed you. 

Your relationship was doing well, there were also negative times and sadness, but that is normal and your situation as villains didn't help either. 

When you and Shigaraki arrived at the lair of the League, you were welcomed by Toga and Kurogiri. While you were talking with Toga, you started to get worried because Dabi hadn’t welcomed you yet and almost always he was the first to come at the door, so you asked Toga.

“Dabi? I think he went crazy, he has been in his room the entire day and hasn’t come out since this morning, I don’t even think he has eaten anything...I wonder what he has...probably he is just a moody baby...”

“What? I will check on him Toga, thanks. Let me know immediately next time about Dabi”

“Can I have his blood if he is dead?” Asked the crazy Toga. 

You left her without a look, angry because she didn’t told you anything about the situation and you became more worried. That was not normal, even though Dabi has always been a difficult person.

You knocked at his door.

“Dabi, it’s me, Y/n... i will come inside now, ok? I just want to check on you.” You quietly opened the door.

The room was a complete disaster, everything was messy and you couldn't even find the window in the room. It was dark and you couldn't find Dabi, who apparently was gone.

"Love, where are you? It's me, please...I'm getting worried..."

A grunt arrived at you: Dabi was there. You finally found by memory the window and opened it, letting the light inside the room and finding the boy on his bed, wrapped in his blankets with a pillow on his head. You came near him, trying to understand the situation and help him.

"Darling, I'm here, is everyt..."

"GO AWAY Y/N! I DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE ME! GET THE FUCK OUT!" he shouted. Firstly you were scared by him, but then you became angry because he wasn't seeking for your help, despite being you one or maybe the only person who could truly understand him. So you grabbed the sheets and pulled them away, just to reveal one of the most tragic scene you had ever seen.

Blood, blood everywhere.

Blood on his face, on his hands, on his torso.

"WHAT THE HELL DABI?! What happened?" First thing you run in the bathroom and took the first aid kit and came back to him. In the meantime Dabi started to cry. His tears were a mix of fear, regret, anger and of course pain and sadness.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you my love, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do that, I'm a horrible person.."

"It's okay, there is nothing to be sorry about, you were angry and i should have never invade your privacy like that, sorry. I was angry and it was not right. Do you want to tell me what happened?" You told him, while you were medicating his wounds. Apparently he cut some of his piercings with teeth and by hand and it was pretty badly, so you also started to sew him up.

"I...I was thinking about the past and all of a sudden everything went back to hunt me: all the pain, the suffering of my siblings and my mother, the madness of my father...everything. I was overwelmed, so I thought I could hurt myself to make it go away, but it became just worse. I looked in the mirror and I saw a monster, not me and I started to hate my appearence too...Jeez, I'm a disaster... I don't think it's fair to you to stay and I don't even know if you stay with me for pity... I'm sorry.

I don't want you to look at me, I'm disgusting and all these scars make me just worse. I'm sorry. I don't think I'm enough"

"Touya...stop it"

When Dabi heard his long forgotten name, he stopped and looked at you. He had a teraful, scared and at the same time loving gaze, he was searching for your touch, your encouragment, your love. You suddenly had the urge to hold him tight, to tell him that everything was going to be alright, even thought you knew that wasn't right.

"Your beauty never ever scared me, Dabi.

I know that I cannot adjust everything and probably it is impossible for me to do so, but I will always be by your side Love, I will never leave you. I love you"

Dabi was surprised. That was the first time you have ever said something like that, but without esitation he replied :

"I love you y/n. And I want to feel better for you"

"And most important, for youself, Dabi."

"Yes, yes, you're right." You wiped away his last tears, his eyes were red and swallowed, but with a hint of hope and love.

"Do you think you can help me tidy the room and...do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

"Of course Love, but first you have to eat something. It's important. Wait for me, I'll prepate you something." You cooked him a soup and gave him water, because he was also dehydrated. Dabi looked like a child, on his bed eating the soup with a clean blanket on his head and the bandages all over his body. You finished to stitch him and the two of two cleaned up the room and took a shower.

Before going to bed, you wore just the underwear, because Dabi is basically a hot heater and you would have sweated a lot in a pyjama.

Dabi hugged you from behind with his stong arms and said before going to sleep:

"Thank you Honey, I love you and I'll always be there if you need me."

<3

Silco 04/??

MA MEILLEURE ENNEMIE x

I liked what Silcoitus did with their request and I'm inspired to do something similar, if you'll indulge me.

buddy pal Sil on his couch, arms stretched out behind him and legs spread, an ENTIRELY open invitation 😳

(also your art is so pleasing to my eyeballs 🥰🥰)

L-like this?? 😳

Hello today i was collecting references for sketching purposes and,,, i just-

Look

Look at his face… in such a short moment you can see so so much, the abject terror of the moment, the desperation of breah and what gets me the most is like,, to me at least, he looks heartbroken.

God and the fact you can see the nerve damage has already set in where his face is injured bc his eyebrow isnt moving. The detail of that is insaaaane, like they rlly dont miss a trick with the animation.

this is genuinely one of the reasons i struggle to characterise Vander because how can you see this!!! ^^^

And go back and grab him again

i promised you 🦋

(crossposting from x, bsky, & ig)