There is 19 days left until the entry for the DTIYS closes! If I feel like being nice I might let some of you who are still working slide in after your done. Just let me know if you’re going to be late. So far 4 people have said they’ll join. 6 people have to enter for the contest prize.

This honestly surprised me

But there came a day when I had to break those restrictions. A gruesome villain attack happened without warning, costing several hero’s their lives. The League of Villains and their leader Shigaraki wreaked havoc on a small town, following the instructions of All For One. A notorious Japanese criminal with a quirk similar to Reaper’s. They seemed unstoppable to most, except me. This time, I won’t let my friends get hurt because of my fear. The battle between us only lasted a couple minutes but the very earth trembled beneath us. Class 1-A had weakened Shigaraki enough, only taking a couple hits and a single blast from Inferno to end him. The League of Villains put up a fight but fell fast, their numbers dwindling rapidly. After that, the government of Japan decided All For One would never change for the better and put him to death. The court hearing was televised internationally, hoping to give closure to those who were deeply affected by his heinous acts.

Finally, the people of Japan rejoiced in their freedom, but when one evil dies another always crawls out of its grave. A dastardly reporter leaked my name and how I stopped the reign of All For One and his followers, giving Reaper exactly what he needed to find me. He traveled to the eastern country faster than I could’ve imagined. Upon his arrival, the military had given orders to immediately evacuate the city. So many emotions ran through me. Hatred, anger, fear, disgust, and determination all boiled over into one raging ball of fire. I was tired of his existence. A person like him shouldn’t be allowed the gift of life when he so easily takes it from others. I’m going to put an end to him no matter what, even if it means my life. There was no one else who could do it. I got into my battle stance as his body flickered into view.

“Well, well, isn’t someone a little braver now,” he taunted, clearly remembering my pain from when he stole my aunt away. It was just him and myself now, I didn’t have to worry about anyone else. Or so I thought.

“I suggest you watch your mouth. I think she’s sick of you,” a voice sneered from behind me.

“Anne?! What are you doing here!?”

“It’s not just me,” she said while pointing to my left. Not only did my class come to face Reaper by my side, but so did the students of 1-A.

“We’re not leaving you behind. Just like you never left us behind Iris,” Liam chimed in as he sauntered over to my side.

“Just shut up already!” Reaper screeched while lunging in Liam’s direction like a rabid dog.

Before Reaper could close the distance, I was there to stop him. With all my strength I kicked him in the middle of his chest, sending thousands of volts through his body. He flew backwards faster than I could process, my strength surprising me. As he soared through the air, gravity pulled him into the ground, leaving craters of asphalt in his wake. He staggered to his feet, not noticing Alex flapping her wings with awe inspiring might, ready to strike. Ivy quickly beckoned the roots of little weeds to multiply into heavy tree branches, concrete shattering as they enveloped Reapers’ limbs, holding him in place. Swiftly, Alex used one of her sharp feathers to slash open his shoulder, drawing out an animalistic roar from the villain. Seemingly satisfied with their assault, they reconvene with the group. With telepathic unison, the students land hit after hit, 40 unmanageable attacks lay an unceasing burden on Reaper’s body. But I was still his main target. Within seconds he disappeared into the ground only to reemerge right in front of me. His fist comes at me in slow motion, my brain rapidly searching for any solution out of this. As a fatal hit is about to strike me, Jack shouted from behind Reaper. “Jace Jackson!” He froze, veering back at Jack with wild eyes. “How do you know my name?!” Reaper screamed, as if the mere reminder of his true identity would send his mind spiraling.

Now was my chance. Without hesitation I activated Inferno, engulfing the age old foe in a blinding blaze of fire. If he claims to be a Reaper then he should go where they’re born. A minute passes before his anguish filled wails dissipate, leaving nothing but a charred statue vaguely resembling the kneeling form of a man. A gentle breeze ruffles my hair as the ashes slowly shape themselves into magnificent glowing butterflies. Each one representing the lives Reaper stole, dancing away in the wind to celebrate their newfound freedom. We won. I finally fulfilled my family’s legacy. Not only by myself, no, but with the help of my friends. I’ll forever be indebted to them. Without a second thought I raised my fist in the air as a sign of our victory. The rest followed in sullen silence for those who didn’t make it.


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Life continued on at UA for another month before my class had to leave. Since Reaper was no longer a threat we had no reason to stay. Saying goodbye to class 1-A was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, unlikely friendships had flourished in my time there. Departing from the students broke my heart, but there’s no place like home. Wyndham High had been rebuilt and we were ordered back. Sadly our pity story wouldn’t work on the administration to let us stay. Not long after we got back to New York the time to graduate snuck up on us. After I quickly rose the ranks and became The United States number one Pro Hero. I guess you really can accomplish anything as long as you have someone by your side. I surely learned that.

Little Flower

What would you do if the fate of the world was suddenly thrown into your hands? As hero’s it’s bound to happen one day but it happened so fast to me. One moment, I was walking peacefully and the next shattered my entire life. It was like someone dropped a nuke and completely destroyed everything around me, leaving nothing but blurry flashes of that day. The screaming, reckoning, panic, and most of all the loss are just a few things I had to endure that day. If only I had been stronger, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. What if I didn’t freeze? It’s my fault my aunt died. “Just keep going, my little flower,” were her last words to me. As I lay, holding her in my arms she shakily drew in her last breath. Even at the end I was her flower. Such a precious nickname she gave me. Ever since, the pain of her passing hasn’t left me, weighing down on my being and never giving me a second to breathe.

Ivory Wyndham, The United States number one Pro Hero, had lost her life to The Reaper. Her fate was the same as my ancestors, taken too soon by that conniving snake of a man. The Reaper had been terrorizing New York for the last 115 years, killing every hero that got in his way. His goal was to decimate New York. He had no motive in doing so, all he wanted was to hurt people. No matter what he was always stopped by one of my ancestors. His terrifying strength led to the legacy of my family, one day we knew one of us would bring a stop to him. The people noticed too, holding so much hope that a hero from the Wyndham family would arise to bring about an era of peace to this dying city. No matter how many of us died, we kept on fighting for them. After every battle Reaper was always too injured to complete his goal. But the outcome of each confrontation was never as bad as this, half of New York City had been led into utter calamity. His injuries rendered him unable to continue but they were proof that he was only getting stronger. What happens if-

“Iris!” A voice yelled, pulling me back to reality.

“Hm?”

“Are you listening to me?”

“No, sorry Mr. Stakes. I got lost in thought,” I answer with a sheepish smile.

He sighed while rubbing the bridge of his nose, the teacher had become like a second father to me. So once he heard I was dropping out of school, of course he came to talk me out of it.

“Listen kid, I know you’re going through a hard time with Ivory’s passing, but this isn’t what she would want,” he claimed. I knew he was right but that didn’t matter. It's not like I want this too but with my circumstances it’s necessary.

“I know, but that’s not going to stop me, I have to do this,” I mumbled. Talking about this never ends well for me, memories of that day tend to grip their boney hands around my heart, suffocating my lungs until my brain finally shuts them off. I’m trying so hard to stay strong for her but my emotions are definitely not helping.

“Iris, listen to me. Think this through before you do anything rash. Dropping out of school and getting revenge won’t bring her back. She’s gone and you know-” before he could finish his sentence I cut him off. “No, you listen here Damien,” I would never call him by his first name but my anger got the best of me, “I’m dropping out of school because I have to, I’m not stupid, I know it won’t bring her back! I’m the last person who can stop Reaper, he will hunt me down until I’m dead!” My chest heaves with despair, contempt for my weakness arising, “That doesn’t change despite the fact I’m only 17! I’m doing this to protect my classmates. They’re my friends and I can’t live with myself if I put them in danger!” Tears stream down my cheeks, leaving annoying streaks behind. Somewhere in my fit of rage I ended up in front of him, not recalling when I got off the couch and stomped over to him. His gaze softens with understanding, “That’s the Iris I know, always so considerate about her friends,” he smiled while wrapping me in a comforting embrace.

“I’m sending my students to UA High in Japan, it’s why I came to see you today. I want you to watch over them, without you they can’t function. If you drop out, you won’t be able to go with them,” he warned, arms still around me. I stood there, no doubt soaking his shirt, uncertainty cascading through my body.

“Why UA?”

“Well it’s as close to Wyndham High as you can get,” he answered while releasing me. The warmth faded all too quickly, leaving a craving for more deep within the cavity of my sternum. Wyndham High is a big staple in New York, named after my family when my ancestors lost their lives trying to save it. All of them, including myself, had attended the school. I pause for a minute, thinking over the choices I’ll have to make. If I dropped out, my friends would be safe but they wouldn’t have a leader to guide them. Going to UA means a higher chance of Reaper finding us and doing unspeakable things to my dear classmates. Some time ago I promised that no matter what I would always have their backs. What would Aunt Ivory do? …She would honor her word and stay, so that’s what I’ll do.

“I’ll go,” I answered.

“Seriously?”

“Deadly.”

“Oh thank goodness, I was worried I’d have to drag you there kicking and screaming.” He says through a relieved chuckle.

“You really weren’t going to give me a choice huh?” I question, slightly squinting my eyes in suspicion.

“Nope.”

“When are we leaving?”

“Tomorrow. So you better get packing.”

“Dear God,” I said while pretending to faint. Mr. Stakes sniggers while walking over to the front door. “Well I better get going kid,” he announced, stepping out of the house.

“Hey, Damien?” I call, respectfully this time, wanting to convey my point as a friend not a student.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for everything,” my lips lift into a gentle smile, crinkling my eyelids.

“No problem, Violet. Just keep hanging in there, you’ll make it,” he assured me. My brows lift in surprise at the way he addressed me. It’s known as a sign of high respect to call someone by their hero name.

“I’ll try my best, have a nice day Mr. Stakes,” I answered, closing the entryway.

“Thanks, tell your parents I said hi,” he said while waving goodbye.

“Okay!” I shouted back, gladly returning the gesture.


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Today was the day we left for UA High. It was about a 20 minute drive to the airport but it felt way longer. Imagine putting 20 teenagers that are all the same age into one bus. It also makes it worse when they’re all friends. I made sure to snag a spot next to my best friend Liam, joy erupting in my veins when he let me sit by the window. We’ve known each other since we were 4 years old, having been the only kid who played with me because my powers developed a little late. I live in a superhuman society, with 80% of us possessing some uncanny ability called a quirk. Most only have one but rarely some are born with two. Then you get the people who are like The Reaper, possessing the skill to take and use someone else’s quirk. There are also those who never develop a quirk, the general public view them as weak and useless. My father was born without one unfortunately, leaving him with little job opportunities. I’m honestly so relieved at that fact, Reaper doesn’t have any reason to kill him. I was considered a blessing because not only did I remarkably gain the quirk my father should’ve had, but I also developed my mother’s ability. Electric Shock, a power that had been in the Wyndham family for the last 115 years and was only growing stronger. Then there’s Inferno. A pyro type skill, allowing the user to create flames so hot it’s dubbed ‘The Gateway to Hell.’ Those two powers added together are a mesmerizing sight to see. According to Aunt Ivory, I’m considered the strongest of my family. But what if I freeze again? What if I can’t defeat Reaper? These powers are useless if I can’t muster up the courage to act on the battlefield. I’m the last of my bloodline who stands a chance at even beating him. What if I-

“You ok?” A familiar voice asked, snapping me back to reality again.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine Liam.”

“I know you better than that, Iris. You’re not ‘fine,’ I can tell.” He says with a knowing look.

“How is it that you can see right through me?”

“I’ve known you for 13 years that’s how,” he responded while putting his arm around my shoulder, the movement so smooth I couldn’t help but lean into him. Everyone always mistakes us for a couple but we’re not, he’s more like a brother to me. Neither of us have siblings so we vowed to be what the other never had. “Oh my God, look! The love bugs are cuddling,” Brooklyn squeaked, clearly teasing us. “We don’t like each other!” We both yelled in sync. Will they ever stop picking on me and Liam? The whole bus exploded with laughter after that.


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Six months have passed at UA. During that time I made new friends, had several mental breakdowns, and continued to help my class. You know, the usual. I’ve always had more experience than they did. Before my aunt died, I trained with her for 7 years to get my quirks at their peak. Though, I never told my friends about the extra training. I didn’t want them to put me on a pedestal that would no doubt put unnecessary pressure on me. For years I hid how strong I actually was, setting limits for myself so it looked like I still had more training to be completed.

https://medibang.com/author/19518423/

I’ll be fine though 🙂👍🏻

I can’t bring myself to tell my best friend this because I don’t want to sound cringy so I’ll write it here so I can least get it off my chest.

But a while back I got to hang out with her. She has extreme social anxiety so it was really hard for me to get her out of her shell. She finally came out of her shell a while back and we’re going on 4 years of being best friends. Well she can’t dance and would never try to around me because she was embarrassed. When I saw her a while ago Only Human came on in the car and she started dancing to the song because she liked it. I never thought I’d actually see that day. It made me feel so happy (omg I’m actually crying rn writing this) because she trusted me that much and she was comfortable enough to dance around me. It made me feel special.

So to my best friend even though you don’t have Medi and you won’t see this I want to say thank you for the joy you bring into my life. After so many toxic friendships you are truly a blessing. I can’t imagine my life without you now. Even with working you always find time to talk to me. You don’t judge me, you listen to my feelings, you help me when the times get rough, and even when we have small disagreements you’ve never left my side. You make me laugh, smile, and feel special. I love having you as a best friend. Especially since we both like a lot of the same things and we can talk about them freely with each other. So whenever you get a boyfriend, if he breaks your heart I’ll make sure to break his face. You’re such a wonderful person and I will never regret being your best friend. I will always have your back no matter what.

I’m surprised Kieran doesn’t have brain damage with how many times Lauren hit his head with something

https://youtu.be/-G4a86cDzTw
The album comes out June 2nd and just listening to the short version meant so much. I’ve listened to Stray Kids since I was 11. When I had depression Chan’s don’t hurt yourself message helped me a lot. I’m extremely insecure and omg these lyrics 😭😭😭😭

Soph you are freakin incredible 🫶🏻

This is what I have so far

At least there’s still a ray of sunshine in this day 🥲

So y’know how I said I’m going to do a DTIYS contest?? So it’s taking me longer to do my drawing. I’m procrastinating a lot and instead of working on my drawing, I entered a DTIYS instead lol- so yeahhhh it should be coming soon though

I FREAKIN WENT UP!!!! LETS GOOOOOO

OMGGGG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME BEING UP THIS HIGH 😭😭😭 THANK YOU ALL!!!!

Look at my siblings. Also please don’t mind our house. It’s messy as hell. My little sister uses the living room as her bedroom. I don’t get why tho because she has her own freakin bedroom. My real little sister is sleeping with my other little sis McKenzie and my little brother March is on the ottoman.

HOW DOES IT ALREADY HAVE OVER 30 VIEWS???!!! I JUST POSTED THIS YESTERDAY-

So I’m doing a DTIYS. I don’t think imma do actual contest prizes because I don’t feel like drawing a million things. Sooo how about if 6 people enter (since I don’t have tray many followers TwT) I’ll do a face reveal? I view myself as ugly soooo yeah :) just be trying to get over that fear

So I’ve had a really bad nail biting habit since I was little and I’m 14 now. I’ve tried everything in the book to make me stop but it doesn’t work. Well because of the habit I usually have dead or left over skin on my fingers. I have ADHD so I can’t focus very well. At church meeting when I can’t focus I’ll mentally tell myself that I have to focus. My stupid brain then subconsciously has me start picking at the skin on my fingers. When I notice this I’ll start fiddling with my fingers instead. But not long after I’ll start picking at the skin. It helps me pay attention but my poor finger pays the price after.

I just heard the best freakin line ever

“Where did you find the strength?

We’re women honey. The strength finds us.”

EHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE

Because I’m in fluffy pajamas

This is the March man

Meet one of my new siblings. This is McKenzie. She has a brother named March.