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What if....

Once up on a time after Oboro's death...

In class 3-A or whatever Aizawa is in

During Aizawas and Yamada's work study there was some big villain battle. Once again they wanted Aizawa but failed...But the doctor did get his hands on aizawas blood...

Bro paid no mind to this because it's a fight, of course some blood is gonna happen!

The doctor took bros blood and managed to fish out the DNA and chromosomes needed to yknow, make a functioning "human" being.

He added that to the egg and a while later something started growing in this artificial whom thing he made

TIME SKIP

Aizawa is 30 and the only memory he has of that day to a very faint scar that he honestly doesn't acknowledge

Blah blah blah Class 1-A, Sports festival blah blah

Start of the raid thing

Group 2 or smth is outside the hospital and group 1 (*with aizawa*) is in the hospital

Blah blah they find the doctor, Aizawa is giving his hate speech with Hizashi and the doctor is withering because of Aizawas quirk erase...

BUT THEN the doctor calls out "Datura!" And they wonder why this prune is talking about poison flowers for

It's awkwardly quiet for a second

Then a creature or a girl with 6 arms, Two normal brown eyes and one dark purple eye under her left one jumps at aizawa and tries to remove him from the living world

It looks like she can spawn dark purple eyes wherever needed on her body, once the purple eye looks at you, you can't move

Datura, a girl with a broken erasure

Just wanna say this: the High-End Hood should've been Shinomori's corpse.

Yes, it's confirmed Hood is some random fighter from the underground, but it just makes more sense if it were Shinomori at the base?? At the least, I think it'd be verrry fascinating

Although it might be a bit cliche, like if Kudo were Bakugo's ancestor, but it'd be a nice piece of trivia. It wouldn't have to be said outright. Like AFO losing Yoichi's hand cuz of All Might.

Endeavor just fights and kills Shinomori, a cute hermit that gave the rest of his life because of OFA, and Bruce's trust in him over said Factor. Even using his turn to build up strength, Shinomori was looking forward to the future too

A parallel of wanting to be the strongest is drawn between Shinomori and Endeavor. Even after death, the duty of OFA haunts even a corpse.

For why it makes sense if Hood were Shinomori;

Shinomori and Hood wear the same kind of pants (Hood's is ripped, but he's a Nomu and corpse, so it makes sense). It even ends just below the knee. A colored version because I don't want to open the anime;

Shinomori's desire to avoid the strongest (AFO) could've been tweaked by Garaki to look for the strongest instead

Hood looking for the strongest person (hero) could even be Shinomori's desire to give OFA to someone strong enough to protect and grow the Factor. As a hero, someone trustworthy

My [OFA Users are High-Ends theory post] for why Shinomori would be a good base for a High-End

AFO didn't know his face, so the High-End could've been named Hood to keep up themes. That AFO didn't know his face, and even now, he has a "hood"; Hood's face isn't visible beyond glowing features at first

Endeavor burned Hood and said to rest. This could've been Shinomori getting his cremation, and that Shinomori could relax (about OFA)

Endeavor said Hood is possibly Endeavor from the past or the future. In the past, Shinomori wanted to grow his strength for the Factor, so technically, Shinomori wanted to be the strongest. The strongest he could be, at least

The fact we know Shinomori underwent an autopsy, and that Garaki works in morgues to harvest corpses

The knowledge that multiple Quirks kills the normal (not-AFO) person is found in Shinomori. Finding this out, this could've been the reason Garaki and AFO specifically use corpses for Nomus. That way, there's no life force to drain, and technically no drawbacks to the wielder

Garaki was alive during Shinomori's time. Considering these panels,

This happens chronologically. AFO knew Bruce only had leftover embers (he could tell the same with All Might), which is why he looks so dismissive of his corpse. He's just wondering where Yoichi could be now.

AFO met Garaki after he killed Bruce. With all his followers and the way AFO is sitting, he's likely in search of Yoichi in Shinomori. But he never sees or meets the wielder. Thus the way he has his head down, as if upset and ignoring the insignificant crowds

That's why, when he finds Banjo, he's smiling. Yoichi is right in front of him again, after 18+ years of nothing.

Garaki was probably alive for all the OFA users. He's already looking middle-aged when he first meets AFO, and his Ability is just longer life. So he looks younger than he actually is anyway.

Since AFO faced all the previous OFA Users (sans Shinomori), AFO had access to their bodies when they died. Meanwhile, Shinomori ends up in the morgue anyway, likely by Banjo.

AFO shredded Yoichi's body apart, so there's no corpse left. He killed Kudo, Bruce, Banjo, En, and Nana; but not Shinomori, who died of old age, or All Might or Midoriya, because they're still alive.

He has access to the corpses of the previous holders he killed himself, and left relatively intact. And Banjo may as well have given him Shinomori's corpse to figure out what killed a relatively-young, healthy man.

With access to those corpses, AFO and Garaki could've preserved the corpses of OFA Users to make High-Ends

(Maybe see this post where I elaborate why OFA users make great bases for High-Ends)

Subject: RAPTOR

Nomu!Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

This GIANT is the lovechild of this amazing fanart and this ask:

I twisted the shizznit out of that ask, but the inspiration is still there. A thank you to anyone who makes it through this very long ride.

This fic does takes some liberties in the creation of nomu. Some factors will deviate from canon.

Words: 20k+

You can also read this long-ass story on AO3 if that’s more comfortable.

Heed these warnings: Blood and Death, Teratophilia/Monster-Fucking, Breeding, Mutant Genitalia, Unethical Experimentation, Mutilation, lots of handjobs and cum, LOTS of long tongue action and I’m ashamed, Brief Suicide Ideation, and Shitty Science

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Fertile nomu were the greatest breakthrough that the villains could ever hope for. Breeding saves so much time and resources, as opposed to artificially creating each specimen from scratch. There were two major “programs”, as these sick bastards insist on calling them. 

The Mating Program, where the nomu were paired together, one with male sexual organs and the other with those of a female, though there was also the occasional subject that managed to possess both. It was an unpredictable process; miscarriages were common, sometimes the offspring dies minutes after birth, or the fetus develops too rapidly inside the womb and the birth becomes a violent bursting out of the parent’s body. Weaker nomu, usually the ones incapable of rapid regeneration, have been killed from such incidents. “What a waste,” those bastards in lab coats would say.

And then there was the Milking Program, in which semen was collected to later be frozen or artificially inserted into ‘other creatures’. Yeah, they say it as if ninety percent of those creatures weren’t humans.

You were an unwilling member of the latter program, but the assholes sure did love making it sound like they were doing you a favor.

Keep reading

Could you please do a class 1a x reader one-shot where the reader is turned into a nomu?

Experiment

CLASS 1A x Nomu!Male!Reader Summary: After Kamino’s Incident, the pro heroes managed to capture all Nomus. But one catches their eyes.

★☽A/N: I was half asleep while making half of the oneshot so don’t blame me if some of it doesn’t make sense-

Contents: FLUFF

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The Kamino Incident was an event that no one has forgotten, especially the Pro Heroes. They have lost a precious symbol of peace but they won something valuable. Not only did they manage to capture All For One, a dangerous threat for thousands of years, but they also managed to capture all the Nomus, also a threat to civilians.

But one catches one of the heroes’ eyes. A young boy with pitch black skin, a thick and scaly tail wrapped around his long legs. A pair of large dragon-like wings rested on his back. His long hair was a snow white color that covered his entire back.

The hero was stunned, almost amazed by the sight of him.

“HEY! What are you doing, standing around?” Another hero called out. The hero pointed and the other turned to look. The other hero, too, was amazed by the sight. His mouth was slightly agape.

Without a moment to waste, the said hero made attempts to try to free the strange figure. He pressed buttons, the other following along. Finally, one of them seemed to have pressed the right button, because the tank slowly drained its fluids, causing the figure to go limp on the ground. The tank’s glass slowly opened up, causing the said figure to fall on the ground, limp.

Fortunately, one of the heroes managed to grab him, taking his time to look at his face. His face had different patterns on his face, glowing a bright gold color. But the color seems to flicker as the hero feels his fingers twitch.

His eyes slowly opened, revealing no pupils but eyes filled with a glowing color of gold. “Are you okay?” the hero asked, checking his neck for a steady pulse. The awakened looked confused, his head slightly tilted.

The hero, shaking his head to get into the right mind, picked him up and followed the rest of the heroes in exiting the building, the hero with him tailing behind.

Later, after getting the data from the Nomu Lab, they found out information on the young figure.

He was a young boy who was pronounced dead 3 years ago, making the body around 16 years old. The parents of the young boy were called to confirm. The parents, who thought that their son had gone missing, were devastated by the revelation of their young son dead, but was brought alive but in the form of a strange creature. The mother ended up crying, sobbing over her son.

Asking a few questions, scientists and heroes on scene confirmed that the boy had no memory of his past life. The soul of the body has already died, leaving the body with no soul. Somehow, whoever brought him back, created a new soul to host the body.

Well.. it was the scientists’ theory.

Just a theory. (Ifykyk)

When Eraserhead was called to the scene, he was asked if he could take care of the Nomu. At first, he had objections and he declined every possible benefit taking in the Nomu would give. With the help of Present Mic, he finally agrees to have him join Class 1A as a student.

When Eraserhead met the young Nomu, he was immediately drawn to Eraserhead. Perhaps he found him interesting? He would wag his dragon tail at the mere sight of Eraserhead’s scarf, his eyes immediately being drawn to Eraserhead’s. After much convincing, the hero finally caved in and decided to place the boy under his care and have him train his Quirk along with his students.

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“This is Y/N, he’s going to be in my care so please be kind to him.” Everyone in Class 1A was immediately drawn to Y/N. A few students were actually scared of him for his similar traits to the Nomu they saw at the USJ.

And when they did find out about the details, some students actually distanced themselves away from him. Though, like a dog, he followed the ones who distanced him often. They were basically terrified! He looked creepy to them! His gold glowing eyes resembled the misty villain they met at the USJ. (One of the students being Mineta).

But with time, they did manage to warm up to him. 

The girls in Class 1A would spend some of their free time taking turns braiding Y/N’s long hair. Because of this, most of the time, Y/N would always have his hair in braids, with different color hair ties that is accorded to each 1A student. But he didn’t mind, he actually enjoyed the attention that he got from the girls.

The guys, especially Kirishima and Sero, would hang out with Y/N a lot! Most of the time, Kirishima had asked him to train with him, even though Y/N wasn’t exactly an expert at combat.

Yet, somehow, Y/N had always managed to beat Kirishima. It’s like he gained some combat skills or something, perhaps a perk of being an Nomu.

And with time, Y/N started to fit into the class and helped a lot! Especially with the school festival carrying heavy objects! He’s definitely a sweet guy. Y/N doesn’t talk often. But when he does, his voice is soft and gentle. His voice caused him to be easy to talk to, due to his calm demeanor and soft, gentle toned voice.

The boy is happy to be with people who love and care about him. <33

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I have a kinda messed up Game theory for Beat Jeanist

So we know that High end Nomus have some cognitive recollection of their past.

As of now Jeanist is more than likely dead.

Aizawa and Mic had to come to the realization that their best friend who has been dead for years has become nothing more than a Nomu. Only being able to dent the crack back into his original personality.

And we know Bakugo is adamant about telling Jeanist his hero name.

So here goes. Jeanist is a Nomu and when Bakugo realizes that he will stop fighting and yell "Hey, Jeanist! Ya know who's gonna save ya!? Me! *insert hero name!*

And then we will have a heart to heart moment where Bakugo realizes that he can't save someone.

Or Nomu Jeanist stops attacking and comforts the boy.

Asleep In The Keep-Chapter 5

DPxMHA crossover Fic

Chapter 5: Panic in Townsquare

Summary: Danny runs into two Nomus

Word Count: 2336

Danny didn’t know what he did to make the hero so mad. The hero tried to hide it, but Danny could tell. He was walking faster, his hands clenched, his smile a little too forceful. He no longer smiled at Danny like he did when their conversation first started. Maybe the social norms were different here. Maybe it's just this guy’s problem. 

“So, what’s your quirk?” The noise was sudden like a gunshot, Danny almost missed what he said.  

“My quirk? I mean I guess I like space and stuff, but I don’t think it’s that weird.” What type of person asks someone that when they just met?  

“No.” He sounded final, “Your power. What is it?” The man's eyes bore into Danny again. It was like when they first met, this time it went straight through Danny's bones.  

“My power?” Danny didn’t know how to answer that. Fat Gum was becoming more and more tense, he could feel it. Danny needed to answer soon, “I can go intangible.” That was the first power that Danny got, and so the first thing that came to mind.  

“Oh yeah? Show me.” The hero turned around fully, using his extra height to corner Danny, although there was plenty of space behind him. He had a playful smile on, but Danny knew it wasn’t real.

Danny knelt on the ground and stuck his arm through the cold concrete. He could feel how things interacted with his arm, nothing moved, but it was like he was able to feel the jagged outline of the rocks. Or maybe he thought he could feel it, so he did. Ectoplasm was weird like that.  

Fat Gum breathed in deeply.  

“Oh wow, that’s really something.” Fat Gum was trying to smile wider, “Nice quirk kid. Is there a time limit on that?” He cocked his head to the side, “Or are you able to breathe while going through stuff? Seems like an impressive quirk.” There was something unsaid, What are your weaknesses? 

Danny knew what this was. He had to get away.  

“I-” an explosion was heard and suddenly people all around were screaming. Danny’s core shook.  

Protect.  

The hero had turned around at the blast, shock and horror filled his face. In a blink, Danny turned invisible and flew off, not bothering to look back as the hero turned to look for him.  

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People were screaming and running through the streets. Danny followed the noise into a little shopping district and saw a…. Well he wasn’t sure what he saw.

‘What the fuck are those things?’

There were two of them. One of them was a weird zombie creature with only half a face and the other, a weird skin bird-man-thing. They both had their brains sticking out of their heads like one of those sad goldfish.  

Danny’s throat started to itch and he felt his ghost sense almost recoil when he got closer. They weren’t dead, but they weren’t alive either, or not in the way that humans should be. Something was viscerally wrong with them, and it left a twisting sensation in Danny’s belly. It felt like when he met Dan or Elle for the first time but worse. These things shouldn’t exist. Danny swallowed the feeling and got even closer. 

They were attacking a group of heroes (anyone in a costume was a hero in this world) and the heroes were losing. Badly. They were being batted away like mosquitos. People still crowded around the area, either being frozen with fear or not fully understanding the danger yet. The only reason the creatures weren’t going after them is that they were being distracted by the heroes.

One of the things threw an empty bus at a hero–who surprisingly, did not die–and was knocked out cold. When it fell, an explosion blasted out and created a massive fire.  

A minotaur man ripped out a fire hydrant from the ground and threw it at one of those things. The impact did nothing. He kept yelling to another man who was talking to a kid. Oh no. A kid shouldn’t be anywhere near this.   

The hero sent the kid away–good–and started fucking waterbending the water from the hydrant for the big fire. The one with the wings kept fanning and spreading the fire. By the time he put the big one out, smaller ones would already be everywhere.  

Danny couldn’t watch anymore–he didn’t know how he could for so long. He didn’t know much about this world, but he knew they were outmatched. The one with wings swept towards a hero, its toes? claws? Ready to take him away.  

“Hey Bird-Brain! Go long!” Danny threw a ball of ice at it. It distracted it enough for the hero to get out of the way.  

It roared. Do birds roar? Is that the right noise? Maybe ‘shrieked’ is a better term.  

‘Not the time.’

Danny kept pelting its wing with ice. One huge chunk weighed it to the ground. That didn’t make it any less dangerous.  

“Get out of here kid,” said the hero who Danny just saved. Danny glared at him, and the hero shut up. Danny didn’t have time for that. Well he did not not have the time, but he didn’t want to deal with that right now. He circled around the bird thing, encasing it with ice. That should at least keep him busy.   

The minotaur was fighting the one missing half its face–what's a good name for that one? Baldy? Well, they both didn’t have hair–but it was clear he was at his limit for the amount of hits he could take. Baldy grabbed his arm and threw him into the hero putting out the fires. Neither of them got back up. Only one hero remained. 

Instead of continuing to rampage, Baldy noticed the people for the first time and went charging towards them. Danny was able to intersect its punch as the thing aimed at a dog-walker.  

It was the most anything Danny had felt in a while. All day and the one before, he was almost numb.  

Now. Now he felt alive.  

He was able to take all the attacks that the thing threw at him and return them ten-fold. He had to be careful of its hands though. It’s punches were hard, but just as quickly as Danny dodged a hit, it would try to grab him.  

“What hero is that?”

“I don’t know, I don’t recognize him.”  

“Maybe he’s an intern or new sidekick?”   

“Who’s his mentor?”  

“Didn’t Manual get a new intern?”   

“I don’t think that's him.”  

Danny couldn’t hear them. It grabbed hold of his arm and slammed him into the concrete. It left a crater and suddenly Danny felt nostalgic.  

The thing didn’t relent in its attacks. Danny was on his stomach and the thing kept hitting him in his back. He could hear screaming. His body felt like jelly, but now he was able to turn his torso around and create an ecto shield. 

With a break from the attacks, Danny was able to see the damage. His body was jelly. His waist was twisted around like a cloth being wrung out, and his legs were backwards from the rest of him. ‘Okay.’ That's a new development. He had seen other ghosts do it before, and had even done it one time himself, but he had to actively focus on contorting his body. This, however, was like a reflex. No. Less than that. It was like twisting his wrist or his torso. It was too natural.   

The thing was still hitting his shield and he could hear the bird thing start to destroy the ice. Danny had to end this fast.  

Danny sent his shield back and knocked Baldy away with a screech. His shield shattered and embedded itself in the thing's skin. Then it bled. Oh this, this Danny could work with.  

It was clear to Danny that whatever this thing was, ending it would be a mercy. It shouldn’t have existed in the first place. Anger and pain radiated off it as it continued it’s attack. 

‘Is that how the other ghosts looked at him?’ Danny wondered. 

It didn’t matter. This thing had to be put down. He coated his hands in ice in a make-shift gauntlet. They were thick and jagged with more weight than he wanted, but they would work just as well in any size. 

Danny didn’t let the thing recover as he started his volley on the creature’s flesh. Each hit was heavy and satisfying. It was like stabbing pencils in an orange. The result was the same. It lay there, twitching before Danny’s feet. It stopped after a moment, dead.

Holy shit that was a lot. 

Danny had never taken a life before. It didn’t leave a bitter feeling in the way he excepted it too. He felt a general unease, but not like he had done anything wrong. It was hurting and was going to hurt others. Danny simply stopped both of those from happening anymore. 

Danny didn’t have any time to grapple with what he had done further. Bird-Brain had escaped the ice and was starting to fly away. Danny chased after it, an ice blast under his skin, but it’s wings were fanning the still surrounding flames. Embers had landed on a tree and grass where a few people were hidden. Danny knelt down and pressed his palms on the ground. He sent a road of sleet towards the tree, and it traveled up the bark and coated it in an instant. That was also new. His ice was never that quick or long spread before. 

The people surrounding only had minor burns but stared at the tree with shock and awe on their faces.  

Right away he started icing down the smaller fires around him. The range of his ice had increased, and Danny realized he had yet to transform.

‘Was there anything to change into left?’  

In Danny’s haste to put out the smaller fires, he had completely neglected the initial one. It had gotten smaller as its fuel burned, but there was a leak that led towards a beer and liquor store.  

Danny felt a swell of heat on his back. The fire had just entered the door and was already eating the shelves. It would only be a moment until it would explode out.  

With a deep inhale that he didn’t need, Danny’s hands started to glow brighter than before. ‘It should be fine. Ecto-ice isn’t made out of water, nothing bad should happen.’  

Danny jinxed it. Something bad happened.  

Before he was able to ice down the fire, a blast rocketed out. Using the already built up energy in his hands, he created a dome of ice. Everyone was so scattered out that it wouldn’t be big enough. Danny would be fine, he survived way worse, but the people behind him would get hurt.

The blast was getting closer, but Danny’s attention was on how his ice was still spreading and forming. He saw in slow motion how it was able to cover the whole two-lane street. Everyone was okay.   

Dust and light debris blew away and settled peacefully as a chill filled the air. Danny couldn’t feel it. He could only feel the sharp eyes of the heroes and civilians alike watching him. Their mouths were dropped. They were looking at him like he was a monster. A freak. And Danny was. It's what he always was.  

For so long he thought it was only just powers, that he wasn’t anything more or anything less than what Spectra said. Just a creepy boy with creepy powers. How could you accept that you weren’t human anymore? How could you accept that you had died? 

It was little things at first. He didn’t get cold, food didn’t taste the same, he had to remind his feet to touch the ground, and there were moments where he couldn’t feel anything physical at all.

The big event was when he fell asleep in class. Mr. Lancer had made a sarcastic remark about Danny not paying attention, but he didn’t respond. It grew into concern when he stepped closer. Apparently, Danny wasn’t breathing and he didn’t have a pulse. He woke up later when his ghost sense went off at the hospital. He was in the body bag.   

‘A ghost trying to fit in with humans,’ rang out in his head.  

That's all he was. No more. No less.   

But even that wasn’t true anymore. Now there was no hiding behind his human body. He had felt it when he died in the fight with Pariah, like a cord snapping. He was just glad he wasn’t alone… 

Danny was starting to spiral. It would be so easy to test it, to see if he had even an inkling of human left in him. All he needed to do was transform… 

A teen stepped closer to him. Danny backed away from the movement. The teen looked at Danny. He could see frost on the boy’s breath. His face filled with resolve and suddenly the boy bowed deeply.  

“Thank you for saving us!” That seemed to spark everyone around him and more and more ‘thank yous’ were heard. 

“Thank you so much!” One woman with soot on her face yelled. 

“I was on my way home when that thing attacked. I would have never seen my husband again” Said a man.  

Danny was shocked. No one had ever thanked him so publicly. It had always been teens in private or notes left around his frequent spots. He grabbed at his chest, his core pounded harder and harder with every new voice.  

More and more people came up to him and some even shook his hand. His vision was starting to get blurry. Why did someone saying thank him make him feel like this? 

As if on cue, more heroes arrived on the scene with fire trucks and paramedics.  

Everyone was okay.