deku’s father hasn’t been present in his life at ALL so deku’s thinks his family constellation (father living separately from the mom and kids) is the default, and then he visits bakugo for the first time and sees mr. Bakugo in the kitchen preparing lunch for them and deku is like kacchan why is there a grown man in your kitchen!!!! and Masaru has to sit down with deku and explain to him that some husbands and fathers do, in fact, like their families and live with them (it takes deku a while to get used to seeing Mr. Bakugo in Mrs. Bakugo’s house like that just doesn’t sit right with him)
More pixie hollow au!
“Be curious about what you’re writing about” is not stock Common Writing Advice but it really, really should be. There are a lot of written works that fail due to the authors just being obviously incurious about what they are writing about.
MHA tweets pt.23
bakusquad all dressing up as gemg dynamight for halloween but it's split into deku, todoroki, and kirishima, who did it because they love bakugou, and kaminari, sero, mina, and jirou who did it to make fun of him
sometimes reading about bkdk being in love really gets me through the week
Week three:
15- fic- bkdk, post-Kamino, au where Izuku goes to Shiketsu and is in their support course
-this was meant to be a somewhat angsty reconnection fic but so far it’s turning out mostly humorous. heavily based on the idea that izuku stole an AM action figure from bkg when they were four and “intends” to give it back as a way to gain entry into the bakugou house to see if Kacchan’s doing okay (but he 100% still leaves with the figure)
16- no writing- ‘twas a very busy day for bi_focal and now it is bedtime. thinking about Grenade the dog, though
17- no writing x2- I really did not realize how busy I would be once I came home for the holidays but I’ll redouble my writing efforts for tomorrow!
18- fic & original- prompt response & short story
-wasn’t quite sure how to approach this one, but then I thought up the first line and the rest just flowed. im at 420 words rn so i have plenty of room to do touch up and make it nice :)
-also, i wrote the first few lines of a short story idea i want to have fully written one day
19- fic x3- pre-slash bkdk for writing practice, prompt response, & Short For Grenade
-just a silly little idea I had where everybody except Izuku knows that Izuku is in love with bakugou, so when bkg asks him out Izuku is like: but im not gay :( (and bkg is like ‘yeah okay we’ll see about that')
-finished my second prompt response! im realizing action description is a little tricky for me
-added some more to the Short For Grenade fic (it needs some serious editing but you cant edit without writing the cringey stuff first so im doing my best to work towards a complete rough draft)
20- original- single stanza poem tonight just to get some words on the page ‘cause I am so sleepy
21- fic- togachako frankestein meets adam and eve
-fiddled with this one a bit today, mostly editing and polishing, and opened it up for contributions! id be very excited to get some other writer's takes on the idea. pretty sure i had paris paloma on blast when i originally wrote it
I want to write at least a little bit every day in December so I’ve decided to keep a log and post it here to keep myself accountable! I’ll list whether it’s a fic or original, what it’s about, and a few of my thoughts about each project. posted weekly, I think :)
Your MHA tweets have me desperately trying not to wake up the roomie by cackling.
Lmao rip to your roomie if they woke up but I’m glad you like them!!
been reading through your mha fake tweets and they are hilarious!!! <3
Thank you!! <33 I have a lot of fun making them :)
committed myself to writing a bakugou&izuku coraline AU this month (wish me luck!)
bk=coraline, izuku=wybie, aizawa=the cat
Katsuki's father patted his shoulder before walking up to the front door. “It’ll feel like home in no time,” he promised. Katsuki turned his gaze to the pink monstrosity he was being forced to live in, the paint peeling off the sides like someone had taken a potato peeler to it twenty years ago and paused halfway through. Even from here, Katsuki could see that one of the upstairs windows was broken and past the rusted railing on the top story there was some grimy old man doing stretches in what was definitely not enough clothing. The sharp cry of yipping dogs- small, annoying ones by the sound of it- echoed up from the basement level. “Home,” Katsuki echoed. “Yeah, that’s a fucking joke.”