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📢 Upcoming Patreon Tier Changes (Effective July 1st)

Hello everyone,

Just a quick update regarding some changes to the Patreon tiers starting next month.

On July 1st, I will be removing the following lower-tier options:

• Endless Imagination Coffee Club($1)

• Greg Tier ($3)

• Imagination Apprentice ($5)

• Imagination Scholar ($9)

• Imagination Guardian ($13)

2025-06-16 20:39:02 +0000 UTC View Post

MHA144- I Love You!

Yaoyorozu turned red so fast I thought she might combust. Her mouth opened, then snapped shut, like her brain was buffering a response that wasn’t just straight-up screaming.

Jiro nearly dropped her drink. Kaminari slammed a hand over his mouth, shaking violently. Mina looked like she had ascended to a new level of existence.

Toru gasped dramatically, clutching at Yaoyorozu’s arm. "MOMO. He is straight-up saying it!"

Yaoyorozu sputtered, voice rising an octave. "That is ...

MHA143- Attractive?

Mt. Lady threw her hands up. “This isn’t how things are supposed to work.”

Midnight shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. If the internet loves him, it’s already a done deal.”

Sero leaned back. “So, uh… training over?”

Midnight shot him a look. “Oh, hell no. If anything, we need it more than ever.” She gestured toward me. “Midoriya just proved why you can’t trust the media, but that also means you have to be good enough that no edit can ruin your dumbass if ...

MHA142- How to Deal With Press 101

The rest of the interview was the usual scripted garbage… questions about our goals, our training, what it meant to be a hero, blah, blah, blah. Nothing that hadn’t been asked a hundred times before. The final edit made it even worse. Somehow, they took our perfectly fine answers and cut them together like we had the verbal skills of a toddler on sedatives.

They edited out every moment the reporter fumbled, stuttered, or lost track of what she was saying and instead made it seem lik...

HP449- Stronghold

Harry stood inside the Three Broomsticks, just ahead of the hearth, where the warmth did little to dull the mood. The room was packed. Most of the shop owners were there... Madam Rosmerta leaning against the bar, arms folded; old Mr. Dunstable from the post office clutching his scarf like it might fly off. A few younger villagers stood nearer the back, and behind Harry, his usual lot had fanned out, with Tonks leaning against the wall near the bar, arms loosely folded, hair flickering between...

MHA141- Interview

The dorm common area was packed, voices bouncing off the walls as everyone got ready. It wasn’t every day U.A. students got a whole-ass press event dedicated to them, and of course, the class was treating it like some huge deal.

“Bro, we should have matching poses,” Kaminari said, running his fingers through his hair like that made him look cooler.

Bakugo scoffed. “The fuck we should.”

“Come on, man,” Sero added, kicking back on the couch. “We look badass as ...

HP448- Welcome to the Real Room

Harry sat down like it was any other morning, pulling the nearest tray of toast toward him as if he hadn’t just survived the most ridiculous Valentine’s run in Hogwarts history. A jug of pumpkin juice floated his way, Hermione, probably, and he poured himself a glass while chaos brewed all around him.

“Sleep well, Potter?” Pansy asked without looking up.

“Like an Emperor,” he said, cracking the shell.

They collectively rolled their eyes, Luna giggling as she plac...

MHA140- Confectionery Heaven

I was doing nothing.

Not figuratively.

Literally.

Flat on the couch, brain dead, soul idling in neutral. I had mastered the ancient art of productive nothingness... a meditative state where even blinking felt like a chore. The TV was on, playing something I was not watching. My phone was in my hand, untouched. My legs were stretched out like I had just claimed the couch as sovereign territory. Peace. Bliss. Nirvana.

Then the couch dipped.

And I felt doom approach...

MHA139- Sugar Gremlin

The scent of crayons and cheap instant coffee hit me the second I stepped inside the house. It was warm, but not in a way T-Bone would claim something horrendous warm, like, homely warm. It was the kind of warmth that stuck to your ribs and made you forget, just for a second, that the world was full of psychos and power-hungry creeps playing chess with bodies.

“Mum?” I called out.

“In here, sweetie!”

I followed the sound to the living room, and there they were, Mom c...

MHA138- Pillow Talk

Toga and I took different routes after that. She disappeared into the night, her mood light, skipping like she hadn’t just fought a gang of soda-powered morons. I slipped back toward the dorms, pulling my hoodie over my head. I was tired, but my mind was already sifting through the shit she told me.

Dabi was up to something. Shigaraki was restless. And something big was coming.

I needed to be ready.

I dropped the medical mask and threw the hoodie into the inventory, wearin...

HP447- Valentine's Finale

Pansy was waiting in the Arithmancy corridor, of all places. Empty, quiet, dim enough to feel like after-hours. She’d nicked a couple of candles from the study alcove and floated them up near the tall windows, giving the corridor a soft amber glow. She wasn’t sitting or pacing, just leaning against the stone, arms crossed, like she’d been ready for ages and everyone else was the late one.

Harry approached with an eyebrow raised. “Romantic corridor rendezvous?”

“Better ...

HP446- Calm and Fiery

When he stepped inside at the designated time, the room had already reshaped itself. No surprise there. Shelves stacked high with books lined the walls, warm light spilling from floating lanterns overhead. The floor was carpeted, a proper fireplace flickering in the corner, and at the centre, a wide velvet-cushioned reading nook with two mugs of tea already steaming.

Hermione sat cross-legged on one end, book in her lap, hair pinned back lazily with a quill. She looked up as he entered,...

HP445- Pair of Flowers

Susan was waiting in the greenhouse behind Sprout’s office, the one with the heated floor and better light, usually used for sensitive seedlings. Today though, it had been cleared out... long table at the centre, two chairs, a stack of parchment, and a small collection of wrapped sweets arranged in symmetrical rows.

“I hope you are not allergic to honesty,” she said as he walked in.

Harry shut the door behind him. “Only if it comes with guilt trips.”

She smiled. �...

HP444- Paper Swans

Luna’s idea of a meeting place turned out to be a slope behind the Owlery, where the wind whistled through half-frozen grass and little folded paper birds flapped aimlessly in the breeze, their wings charmed to twitch and flick like they were real.

She was lying on her back in the middle of them, hair fanned out like a lazy spill of moonlight, cloak unbuttoned and a box of Bertie Bott’s open beside her.

“Try the grey one,” she said before Harry even got close. “It tastes...

HP443- Treacle Tart

Hello you all!

I know this arc leaned heavily into the romance side of things... eight girls (plus Astoria, naturally), but I didn’t want to skip over anyone. Doing so would’ve felt disrespectful to the relationships I’ve been carefully building since the beginning. Like 400 chapters...

Each connection has its own weight, its own rhythm, and skipping or skimming one for the sake of brevity felt like cutting corners on something personal. I couldn’t justify giving less time...

MHA137- Vigilante Duo

The kiss hadn’t even faded from my lips when an explosion rocked the street nearby. I turned, eyes narrowing at the smoke rising over the rooftops. Toga perked up like a cat spotting a mouse.

“Ooooh~! That sounded fun,” she said, bouncing on her heels. “Should we check it out?”

I exhaled. “Yeah.”

The closer we got, the louder the chaos became… shouting, splashing, sirens still distant. When we turned the corner, it became obvious why. A group of masked asshol...

HeroNet/VillainNet: Untouchable Thread Logs- Chapter 1

Following the documented chaos of the class mockumentaries, I now present to you…

HeroNet/VillainNet: Untouchable Thread Logs

A digital wasteland of anonymous accounts, cursed opinions, and unholy roasts.

Everyone in this thread thinks they are anonymous.

No one admits who they are.

Some of them slip.

That is the fun.

And no... I am not telling you who is who.

So enjoy the speculation.

Yes, some are obvious. Yes, some ar...

HP442- Scheduled Chaos

Then came Valentine’s Day.

The castle had gone mildly deranged with floating roses, heart-shaped biscuits, and at least three instances of hallway serenades that should have been illegal by decibel alone. Harry had dodged all of them, somehow. Maybe people just knew better by now.

Eight girls, one Harry Potter. It sounded like a cursed punchline, but it was real enough. He wasn’t boasting about it. Not ducking, either. Just… managing.

Daphne had handled the scheduling ...

MHA136- Smoke [Very Soft R-18]

The room she pulled me into was cramped. A single shelf of cleaning supplies took up most of the space, leaving barely any room for us to stand without being pressed together. Toga didn’t seem to mind. If anything, she leaned closer. “You didn’t answer my texts.”

I leaned against the shelf. “I was busy.”

She twirled a lock of her hair. “Too busy for me?”

I glanced at her. “I am talking to you now, aren’t I?”

She hummed, tilting her head. “That i...

MHA135- Blood Lust

That evening, I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone, when a notification popped up. Toga: "Ryuu~~ How cold-hearted you can be 💔🥺 You haven't called me for so long~! 😘💉"

I stared at it, then checked the chat log.

...Oh.

I had at least 300 unread messages from her. The last one I responded to was weeks ago. She had been texting me at least twenty times a day… sometimes more. I scrolled through the last few messages. Most were variations of:

"Ryu...

Patreon Exclusive— Forbidden Thought: Jiro Dream Log #1

The stage lights hit like lightning, violet and gold slicing through a sea of screaming fans. Smoke machines billowed. Bass trembled underfoot. And at the center of it all... like a goddess armed with cords instead of chains- stood Kyoka Jiro.

Her hair was teased like rebellion. Her outfit, a half fishnet rock-star fantasy. One earjack sparked like a firecracker, the other coiled around her mic like a snake in heat. Her fingers clenched her guitar as if it were an extension of her own b...

HP441- Moments

Day passed like a blur, but not the sort that dragged. It was the sort that came with too much to do, too many places to be, and just enough chaos to keep Harry moving. Somewhere between last-minute potion batches and exchanging quips over charmed parchment, the next round of ‘moments’ happened.

First came Hannah. She’d caught him just before Herbology, hair tied back with a ribbon that probably matched one of Sprout’s spare gloves. She didn’t say much, just handed over a neat...

MHA134- Snow Queen

We divided into teams quickly.

Mina looked at me, arms crossed. "This seems unfair."

I shrugged. "That sounds like a skill issue."

She scoffed. "You, Nejire, and Eri against the rest of us? You sure you are not forfeiting?"

Nejire wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "Aww, don’t be mad, Mina! I am here for moral support!"

I side-eyed her. "You are here because you do not know how to lose."

She beamed. "Exactly!"

Eri tugged at my sleeve. "Are we really...

MHA133- Snow

Snow piled up outside, a quiet, suffocating white. My room was warm, peaceful, undisturbed. Perfect.

Then the door slammed open.

"Wait, Eri, this monster sleeps naked. Let me dress him up so we can play with snow!"

Nejire’s voice was way too fucking loud for the time of morning it was. I groaned, rolling over, already regretting existing.

"Nejire," I muttered, face buried in my pillow, "you have five seconds to leave before toss you outside."

"Ohhh, scary! But ...

HP440- Fighty and Difficult

Harry worked quickly, wand tip scribbling across the air like ink. “No delay triggers. No moral judgment. Just the scent, trace charm layeri

Harry worked quickly, wand tip scribbling across the air like ink. “No delay triggers. No moral judgment. Just the scent, trace charm layering, and visual confirmation.” He paused, rotated the sketch, then added two stabilising links between rings. “And embed the reaction trigger into the metal’s memory.”

The parchment burned itse...

MHA132- Licking Ryuu

Band started with a song called Afterlife. Damn, they were good.

The drummer looked like someone shoved caffeine directly into his bloodstream. Dude was shredding, double kicks so fast the stage looked like it might achieve liftoff. And the crazy part? He was singing while doing it. Not just backup screams, full-on growling into the mic with the kind of vocal range that could summon demons and make 'em headbang.

The guitars? Reality was having a panic attack. Dual leads, synchroni...

HP439- Crack

Harry leaned forward, palms flat on the table, eyes locked on Tracey's. “You are not less important than Daphne. Not by a mile. You two were my first proper friends. Real ones. Then best friends. I never thought it would shift into something else. Probably ‘cause I couldn’t imagine losing either of you.”

He exhaled, voice still even. “I wanted a moment with you. A proper one. My say. Susan happened first, then Daphne... but that wasn’t planned. None of it was.”

Trace...

MHA131- Princess Tsun

It started, like all great disasters, with Sero and Kaminari being dipshits.

We were lounging in the common room, post-training, brains cooked medium-rare by Aizawa's patented brand of psychological warfare and Bakugo’s inability to spar without making it feel like a war crime. Jiro was on the other side of the couch, earphones in, bobbing her head to whatever angsty noise she downloaded last. Mina was upside down, legs over the backrest, abs showing zero signs of letting her fall. Ur...

MHA130- Izuku's Great Revenge

The tutu.

Bakugo twitched. The ghost of past humiliation flickered in his eyes. “The fuck is that doing here? Why is it in your pocket?”

I ignored him, turning to the class. “Alright, listen up. Catch Izuku, and we get to dress him up, take pictures, and put them all over the internet.”

A second of silence. Then chaos.

“Oh, hell yes,” Kaminari grinned, cracking his knuckles.

“This is bullying,” Izuku muttered.

“Eh, it is tradition,” Jiro...

HP438- Love Potions

As Valentine’s Day crept closer, Harry noticed the sudden increase in awkward glances, hushed huddles, and girls conveniently cornering him in quieter corridors. After Susan and Daphne, it was clear the rest had decided they wanted their moment too... and preferably before the big day itself. Everyone knew the date mattered, even if none of them would say it aloud.

What tipped him off properly was Pansy.

She nearly had him alone after Charms... led him right into the old trophy ...