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Momo Yaoyorozu

At autograph signing she like to make a thing out of it. What I mean is she asks the fan what their favorite color is then she produces that color of pen, she loves seeing the smiles of her fans, especially little kids

She also has a tea brand or sponsorship

She has Russian nesting dolls based on herself, like the one she made during the exam with Todoroki ( edited in cause i forgot)

Fatgum

He has cooking merch specifically and apron that has his logo

Also squishmallow/stuffed animals

Red riot/ Eijiro Kirishima

A company released a blush called " red riot" a while back and I came up with a headcanon that at his beginning of his pro hero career he was approached by a new make-up brand, that was vegan and animal cruelty free, very diverse. He was so excited, and the named blush red riot along with mascara named " unbreakable" because it is waterproof and doesn't run along with a red lipstick called manly

He stays with that company his whole career and does commercials for it, he got back lash for it because "make up is for girls" that's when they created the " manly" lipstick

Got sponsored by a protein powder company

Mezo Shoji and Mashirao oijro

Work together to make more inclusive clothing for people with mutant quirks

Fast round

Shoto Todoroki is sponsored by a soba company

Katsuki Bakugou was sponsored by a hot sause brand and to sell it he made it a challenge of how much spice could his fans take. Also has grenade looking plushies

Mirko has merch at very affordable prices, and the best seller is bunny ear headbands

Jirou is sponsored by music companies especially for earphones or headphones but her favorite was getting sponsored by a guitar store that sold used guitars for a much more affordable price, along with cheap lessons

Aoyama is sponsored by a very expensive cheese company that originated from France, and they made sparkling cheese

Sato teamed up with a company that makes baked good for basically all health problems , like gluten free and stuff

Tsuyu and hawks both sell glasses based on their goggles/ glasses on their costumes

Mineta and grape juice

Mina worked with the same brand as kiri and made it so they had even more diverse skin tones, like colorful ones like her pink skin.

Deku works with different shoe companies, but the shoes are still not exactly like his

Tetsutetsu sells gray pants that have the hanging straps and says his hero name on one pant leg

Uraraka sell merch but often does big give aways

I dont have a merch hc for Koda so instead I have that he donates money to endangered species causes and simular causes

That's all I got for now, all of them are original, at least that I know of . Send me your own if you want. Thanks for reading.

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Have a few headshots of bnha characters for your soul.

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MHA Gymnastics AU

(This is based on women’s gymnastics because I don’t know anything about men’s gymnastics so whoops sorry not sorry)

Midoriya: While not particularly physically gifted, practices forms all the time and is good with technicalities. He started at a later age than the others so he has to work hard to catch up. He gets lots of mental blocks and is anxious therefore hates beam a lot because his anxiety makes him shaky which gets points taken off and would definitely fall all the time. Not great at balancing either. Doesn't like bars all that much because rips are annoying and he gets them all the time due to the less experienced hands. An all around kinda dude though he likes floor the most because you can't fall off of anything and it's good for expressing himself. Definitely that one guy who gets lost in his thoughts during a floor routine. Basically lives at the gym and is always watching recordings of pros and taking notes on them while trying to practice forms.

Bakugo: Physically gifted and tumbling powerhouse. Picks up skills fast and works his ass off, always at the gym practicing. Very competitive towards his teammates and always wants to do the best. Hates beam as well because falling is embarrassing and his feet sweat and hates having to do things with hands on it (like back walkovers or anything like that even cartwheels). Very good at bars and vault. Doesn't use grips and has super calloused hands, everyone hates how he doesn't use grips but he says they get in his way and feel awkward. Somehow very graceful but lacks emotinal expression, which hurts his floor routines. Also hates having to like share the floor while practicing bc people get on his way and it messes with his vibe and throws him off. He gets mental blocks on beam and back tumbling due to having messed up/hit someone (see previous hatred for sharing the floor) and it pisses him off, which just makes it worse. He does not like not being able to see where he is going.

Todoroki: A graceful and flexible god. Definition of taking pain without a flinch. Definitely great at floor, his routine is so expressive and his music would be so dramatic and beautiful. Also likes beam a lot because it takes a lot of focus and he has great balance. Doesn't care for bars at all because there is literally no expression and same with vault like "wow a table that I'm gonna throw myself full speed at... yay -__-". He also hates chalk because it dries out his skin and is messy. He doesn’t have much facial expression but his floor routine has so much grace and bodily expression it more than makes up for it. On beam he has a lot of grace and makes it look effortless with how he doesn't even emote, which rubs people the wrong way sometimes. Basically lives at the gym but doesn't always practice 24/7 while there, sometimes he just likes to sit on a stack of mats or something in the corner and enjoy the atmosphere with some headphones on because it gets him out of his house and allows him tranquility.

If y’all want more lmk because I have so many ideas.

BLM/BNHA: “True Heroes”

A hero is tasked with protecting the public from threats that they are no match for. They uphold the peace and enforce the laws that govern the land so that order was maintained, and when the air filled with tear gas, all bets were off.

Sometimes, peace is met with violence, and when that violence is sanctioned by the government, well… a hero has to stand for justice, and class 1-A were heroes that wouldn’t stand by just because the very people who paid their salary were the ones playing the role of the villain. The front lines of protests changed after the first instance of lethal force being authorized occurred. Pro-heroes began to publicly attend protests in full gear and stand at the front line of the crowd, right between the civilians and the police. If lethal force would be authorized, well, they’d have to get through them before they could touch the citizens, and what could police without quirk authorization do to the kids that took down national criminal organizations and the League of Villains?

No large protest took place without at least three 1-A students present. They insisted that the protesters stay calm and peaceful, and in return, the heroes would ensure that no one got hurt or arrested. They made grand statements, blocking roads and highways, surrounding buildings like the police stations and city halls of the places the protests took place. The world began to take notice as word spread that Pro-heroes were refusing orders to stand down when police tried to dispatch crowds with force.

Interviews with heroes like Deku, Ground Zero, Shouto, and Red Riot make a clear, cohesive statement that the protesters were fighting a legitimate battle in a way that they had every right to do, and that the heroes were there to keep peaceful protests from becoming a scene of police brutality to quiet a dissenting opinion.

“You can’t uphold a system of systemic racism and abuse and expect people to not want things to change. You also can’t punish them for using their Constitutional rights to peaceful protest because they are drawing attention to a failure in the system.” The world clung to what Deku said on live national news as the rallying cry for more people to get involved. The heroes were protecting them if they were using their rights properly. He was recorded to be at many events, passing out water and bandanas to those needing them, and helping to make signs from old cardboard and permanent markers. Many pictures showed him holding back riot gear police from the crowds, insisting that they stop following orders and instead use their humanity.

“It’s bullshit! The fact that violence has been authorized against these people by the government is all a bullshit political move! Fuck re-election! People are being hurt! If they fire me for refusing orders and throwing tear gas canisters back at them, then they can all just die and go to hell!” Social media blew up, echoing the sentiment Ground Zero offered a news team after an incident where he took a rubber bullet to the brow and had an eye swollen shut for days. His statement, bruised eye and all, became evidence that the police were mistreating the people the heroes were protecting. The Internet flooded with videos taken by protesters of Ground Zero bare handed picking up tear gas canisters and blasting them to pieces with his quirk or otherwise lobbing them back at the police who had fired them in the first place, screaming that they “picked the wrong fight, assholes.”

“No one deserves the mistreatment that the African Americans have faced. There is a reason people are here, and that reason is that they see people being treated differently in the modern world. Everyone here cares that people are being hurt, arrested, and killed because of the color of their skin. They want the injustice to stop. This isn’t about one person like the media tries to say it is, but rather about a people struggling to survive against hate.” The leaders of the Black Lives Matter movement chose Red Riot to be their hero advocate voice, because he understood their beliefs and had been at their sides before any other hero had. Video after video depicted him at the front of crowds, black paint smeared across his face and carrying a sign with the symbol of the movement on it proudly, leading the crowd in chants and being a human shield against rubber bullets. Media tried to play on the irony that the hero Red Riot was leading “peaceful protests” in order to try to turn away their support, but evidence that Shouto and Hagakure managed to compile of the truth of the police staging and anarchists and looters being unrelated to the movement was a good way to gut the argument.

“I have resources, and not a lot of protesters do, so I’ve been working to help fund programs and gather evidence of the underhanded tactics that the police, government, and media are using to damage this movement’s very real credibility. The amount of cherry picking, undercover cops, and government corruption is appalling, and I want it on every news station that is willing to air the truth. People need to know that they are being lied to about these protests,” Shouto explained in an interview, boosting public interest in the findings that he was publishing. Whole websites popped up to add to the evidence, listing people’s experiences, and to provide video and document proof to the general public for free.

Their efforts made it so no one could ignore what was happening. They risked their health and jobs to stand in defense of the protesters as the government tried to silence the whistleblowing of the corruption and systemic racism that was inherent in the procedures and trainings that were widespread. Their chants were echoed around the world by online supporters, and funds began to pour into the charities aiding the protests. Supplies were donated to help the cause, and the very fact that the world was watching and listening put pressure on the government that had been authorizing lethal force. No one could deny the images and videos of the Pro-heroes being injured and wounded in trying to protect innocents practicing their rights. They couldn’t deny the fact that Pro-heroes were being hit with rubber bullets until black and blue in order to keep children from being hit. They used their quirks only when violence broke out, and only until the police conceded to no longer using force.

The police were no match for the few Pro-heroes at each event. They could try to use lethal force to dispatch the crowd, but with Pro-heroes between them and the crowd, authorized to use their quirks to protect civilians, they never got to the crowd before being forced to call off the attack or leave. Protester injuries dropped, and the movement was being forced to be taken seriously, even as the government tried stripping titles from the kids. Even without their Pro-hero status, they didn’t stop supporting the movement or protecting people at the events when police tried to hurt people to scare them off.

They would bring supplies like shin guards and goggles to pass out, and they would rob police of riot shields and redistribute them to those civilians being attacked. The world watched on the edge of their seats as the movement only grew louder and louder as Pro-heroes stood behind them against every injustice and every attempt to make them stop. They weren’t going to stop as long as people were being hurt and injustice remained. It was their duty to protect people from threats, with or without the license, and that was just what they would do. They would go beyond plus ultra to make a difference, and this was where they were making their stand.

So, throw the tear gas, it’ll be thrown back. So, bring riot shields, they’ll be taken for protecting the vulnerable. So, strip their ranks, they’ll still be standing there between both sides. So, fire rubber bullets, they’ll wear black and blue with pride. So, do whatever you want, but know that they won’t be backing down until real change hits, because a real hero protects people now and in the future.

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BakuDeku SFW: “Turned to Stone”

The garden was always quiet. Too quiet really. It used to be loud and full of such life. The garden is as green as ever, make no mistake of that, but the birds and deer that used to visit have forgotten their way, and the butterflies and bees that brought fresh pollen to keep blooms bright have forgotten the pots and ponds, and the fireflies and crickets have forgotten to keep nights magical. Quite frankly, it seemed that everyone and everything had simply forgotten the garden. Forgotten him.

His feet pad softly across the grass, the lush blades caressing his soft skin, thanking him for remembering them. The morning air was crisp and cool, the ocean kissing the mainland and sending it a front of salty breezes. How he missed the sand between his feet when he would take him there. The playful licking of the gentle waves across his ankles. The endless expanse of ocean stretching to the horizon to flirt with the sky. It felt like a lifetime ago. Perhaps it was…

He wanders aimlessly through the garden, following the weaving paths of cracked and crumbling cement. The shin high walls that lined the paths were being encroached upon by the soft, dewy moss that crept higher and higher on their sheer faces, relentless in their attempt to overtake the man-made material with their natural façade. Little warrior plants, they were. Like the Spartans, abandoning creativity and intellect for mindless conquest. The fools. It was no wonder they fell. He smiles at the thought. Humans and their propensity for war… it was tragic, but it was so familiar to him. The rough, bellowing voice that yelled obscenities and declared himself the victor remained so clear in his ears, even after years of their absence. He brushed scarred fingers across the rim of fire blown clay pots, designs carved crudely into their faces with the tips of arrows. Illustrations depicted battles and wars, beasts and battles so grad he could only imagine their reality.

The wind blows by, making the reeds creak and clatter together in a ballad to break the silence he had become so accustomed to. He was very lonely, if he were honest with himself. No one dared enter the Gorgon's garden… Not since the loss of the village hero. A fiery young man with no fear… He charged into the garden, shield and sword in hand, no armor to speak of, confidently asserting that he, this boy, was the land's greatest hero, and that he would put a stop to the monster's reign of the garden that once fed their village. A silly child. He was wholly unprepared to charge up to a mere child like himself. The men were afraid of a young boy with a messy green mop of hair that snakes protruded from, idly busying themselves with their interactions with the boy they called their host. He was so small and frail, draped in plain white garments that fit far too loosely. A gorgon youth, lost and on his own. His wide emerald eyes were kind and frightened. Statues of the men who tended to the garden were strewn across the property.

The child cried out for a mother that he had strayed from, and the warrior stared. The child shrieked at him to avert his gaze and leave him be. A monster so young… They did exist. Like a snake without fangs, he was so pitiful as the boy approached. The shield was raised between them as the brat thrust a hand out at the fallen crybaby. "Get up! Why are you here?"

Gentle fingers took the outstretched hand, mumbling a teary-eyed gratitude. "I got lost… I didn't mean to hurt them… I was hungry…" Sniffled broke up his thoughts as he voiced them.

"Well you can't stay here!"

"Why not?" Why not indeed. What was the harm? Gorgons were great with nature, and the child was lost and owed them a debt for taking their farmers. Perhaps he ought to replace their labor with his own.

"Because you're a monster!"

"A monster?"

"Yeah!"

"What's a monster?"

Oh gods… How silly the whole thing had been. A child warrior marching out after a monster alone, only to meet a lost child who knew no better and meant no harm. How the pair became friends, neither were sure of themselves, but a kinship blossomed, and the gorgon child was tasked with the care of the garden, providing the village with the food he grew. He stayed in the garden, and he only had one visitor, the boy with messy golden hair like the lions of the colosseum and eyes red as the blood that he spilled in battle as he grew older, tougher. He would be at home in Sparta, but he was here, the hero of the little rundown village with a "gorgon problem." The boy was brave, and he only got bolder as years passed. The child had a friend, and the warrior had someone he could pick on without the adults scolding him.

So he came, a cloth tied tight around his head, covering his eyes, learning the lay of the garden like the back of his hand with the child's help. As he got more familiar with the paths and lay, he no longer needed those small, work worn hands to hold his as they walked, but he never spoke up about that fact. In fact, as they grew older, their touches increased in frequency and intimacy. This boy could kill him with a look, but the danger didn't deter him in the slightest. He laughed like honey and his fingertips brushed so gently across his skin that it awakened fire within the warrior.

Now, the garden was empty, and no visitors came, not even the wildlife. He passes the statues of the gardeners every day and his heart bleeds for the families he hurt. Children never saw their fathers again because of him, but he could not bring himself to dwell on it for too long. He had been a child, startled and unfamiliar with the power he possessed. They meant no real emotion in his heart.

Warriors lined the courtyard, stone bodies poised to fight, forever unable to. It had been such a terrible day, and he knew that their statues meant more families without fathers. Again, he could not dwell nor did their stir emotion in his chest.

No, the only statue in this garden that stirred despair and heartbreak sat on the wall overlooking the fields, feet dangling over the ledge several feet above the fields below. A surprised look adorned his perfect face, one that the child had never seen in flesh until the moment it no longer was. The yelling of warriors approaching had made him lift the blindfold… and their gazes met incidentally… Now the only friend the Gorgon had known was just another statue, cracked and beginning to strain to remain whole after years of weather. Tears welled and fell freely when the boy visited the warrior child that he had loved so dearly. He would hug the stone and wish it would warm into flesh… He would patch and fill cracks in the stone to try and keep him whole a while longer… He couldn't bear it if he ended up truly alone again.

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❅𝓔𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮❅

Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Did you know? In some cultures, freckles are seen as ugly features! Well, not on my watch!

The forecast calls for 100% Fluff betta put on your raincoats!

"Chu!" An unexpected peck marked Izuku’s left cheek.

"Ah-Wha-What was that for?" Izuku covered his boiling cheeks, ghosting the cherry red lipstick on his cheek.

You replied nonchalantly, " What's wrong I can't kiss those adorable freckles of yours?" On all fours, you stalked your flushed sweetheart creeping up on his right.

"No, it's fine, I'm just trying to finish my homework. You should be studying as WELL-! GAH!" Izuku went down with a slam, you found a perfect spot for sitting just on his pelvis.

"How can I focus while they're so many lovely freckles that need to be kissed." You teased leaving red pepper kisses across Izuku face.

Izuku groaned for your sensational lips." But-Ah- homework"

"What about it?" You paused, amused by Izuku's kiss drunk expression. He looks pretty handsome garnished in red lipstick.

He frowned his brows finding it rather hard to remember what he was complaining about it.

Well, It can wait.