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U CANT MAKE THIS UP š
anyone else thing Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga's new song Dying With A Smile is so BKDK coded??
I said this to a friend of mine and they just laughed, am I crazy or??
I wanna make a fic based on the song. It would take place after the war, into their second year (Iz keeps One For All) and they get hit by a quirk that shows them their worst fear (shiggy coming back) and as they think they're dying on the battlefield, they confess their feelings, not being able to bear dying without confessing. Eventually the quirk wears off and they realize their still at Ground Beta doing a training exercise.
What do you think? Any input is welcome :)
some of the best pulls iāve gotten thus far :)
omg i DID get a prismatic evolutions etb but i didnt pull anything !! i heard the pull rates were terrible but stillā¦
hopefully i can get some more in the future :)
(I know 'hits' and 'kudos' are objective but I just wanted to send out a thank you for those that have read my work ā^ >ć®<^ā .į.į )
OCOUWOF is about an observation assignment given to class 1-A by Aizawa where they have to kinda stalk their classmates and find out 1 not obvious thing about them, and of course I added in one of my favorite tropes---secret dating!! (& conspiracy theorist Todoroki!) will bkdk's relationship get outed?? read to find out ą“¦ąµą“¦ą“æć»į“ć»)ā§ Inspired by Hidden Messages on AO3 by @hashbrownpotatoes and a psychology assignment I had in high school!
I honestly had so much fun writing it and love the way that it came out so I hope you decide to give it a read if you haven't already.
Do You Wanna Build A Snowman~! is a close second behind it with 191 Kudos and 2,668 Hits where Katsuki gets a fever and Izuku takes care of him <3 (i love soft katsuki) !!
Comment any ideas you might have for a bkdk fic or any MHA fic you'd want to read and I might write it!
we love support course deku :)
support course! au grrr
Since I put up a poll for the fic i'm gonna focus on, I thought Iād go ahead and share some excerpts from the two fics I havenāt shared anything from yet!
The one for code:fish will come soon! Here's my spin on bring your parents to school day ! (This will focus on darker themes/have graphic depictions of violence)
āStudents! Donāt forget that this upcoming Tuesday is Bring-Your-Parents-to-School Day! Attendance is required for all parents unless otherwise excused by meāyour principal! Thank you for joining me in upholding this exciting new tradition, one that Iām sure will become a cherished event for years to come. That concludes todayās announcements. And rememberāPLUS ULTRA!ā
The tinny buzz of the PA system died with a click, leaving the room eerily still. Katsuki clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to let out a very loud, very public groan. Of course, this was Nezuās latest bright ideaāone of his many elaborate ploys to salvage UAās battered reputation.
āBring-Your-Parents-to-School-Day.ā
God. The words alone made him feel like throwing something. Ever since UAās reputation took a nosedive, thanks to villains treating students like appetizers at an all-you-can-eat buffet, Nezu had been working overtime to make the school seem invincible again. Rebuilding UAās prestige wasnāt just his missionāit was an obsession.Ā
And this latest stunt?Ā
A PR exercise wrapped up in a neat little bow of so-called "parent-child bonding.ā How typical.
The official excuse was painfully wholesome: Itās a chance for parents to see firsthand the amazing young heroes their children are blossoming into!
Gross.
Parents.Ā
At UA.Ā
Watching him and his classmates.Ā
Katsuki could already hear the awkward murmurs, see the invasive camera flashes, feel the judgment of it allāand he hated it with every fiber of his being. More specifically, he hated the thought of her coming.
Mitsuki Bakugo.
He had stumbled across the announcement a week ago, pinned to some dumb school newsletter in the common area. His brain had barely managed to register the words before his vision tunneled, his ears ringing. By the time the red haze cleared, heād bolted back to his room, slammed the door, and let the freak-out commence.
He cranked the volume on his speakers to near-apocalyptic levels, and drowned the world in thrashing guitars and drumbeats sharp enough to shred his spiraling thoughts. Normally, he liked his music calculated and refinedāclassical pieces that let him sort through his mess of a brain.Ā
But anything involving Mitsuki Bakugo required chaos.
The musicāmostly heavy rock and screamo, the angriest stuff he could findādid what it could. It wasnāt perfect. It couldnāt be. Memories and dread crawled out of the deepest, ugliest corners of his mind, uninvited. Mitsuki, cutting him down with one snide comment after another. Mitsuki, yelling with her wine glass in hand. Mitsuki, dismissing every shred of effort heād poured into himself as if it didnāt even matter. But most prevalent was memories of that night.Ā
It always circled back to Mitsuki.
And that was when Iida had materialized.
Like some sort of overzealous apparition, Iida barged into Katsukiās rapidly imploding bubble, clearly summoned by the earth-rattling music reverberating through the walls. āBakugo!ā he had shouted, surly gesturing wildly like a poorly done marathon runner impersonation. His muffled voice barely cut through the sonic onslaught, and honestly, Katsuki hadnāt even tried to make sense of it. Not because he didnāt careāwell, okay, mostly because he didnāt careābut also because his mind was far too busy spiraling into every worst-case scenario this whole parent day debacle might bring.
When Katsuki ignored him, Iida made the bold (and stupid) decision to enter the room. He didnāt just crack the door open to be annoyingāno, the idiot strode in like this was some life-or-death safety drill and not Katsukiās business. Katsuki whirled to face him, armed and ready to fling a biting remark. But then came the kicker, the absolute icing on the catastrophe cake:
āBakugo⦠have you been.. crying?ā
It hit like a sucker punch to the gut.
Katsuki froze, the flames of indignation choking him in his chest. Crying? Since when the hell did he cry? Never. And why the hell would he be crying now? Sure, his chest mightāve been tight and his breathing a little uneven, but that was just becauseābecause of⦠well, anything else, okay?
The nerve. The audacity.
Katsuki reverted back to his middle school self.
āYou think I cry? Are you fucking stupid? Were you dropped on your fucking head as a baby?ā Katsuki barked, cutting through both the blaring music and Iidaās holier-than-thou concern.Ā
He shoved past the taller boy, fists clenched tightly at his sides. āGet the fuck out of my room before I blow your stupid ass glasses off your fucking face!ā
And so, Iida had left, likely muttering something self-righteous under his breath about boundaries or proper coping mechanisms.Ā
Katsuki didnāt care.Ā
Not about him, not about his classmates, and sure as hell not about this stupid Bring-Your-Parents day.
iāve been in an art slump for a while now.. so hereās an old work in progress.
genuinely curious, whoās your fav mha character?
me rn
fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity
do you ever become obsessed with a character and you just go "of fucking course its that one" at yourself because you are so incredibly predictable
obsessed with the idea that katsuki just never thinks about romance at all bc he doesn't deem it important so when he first comes across feelings of wanting to be by izuku's side "for the rest of our lives" he just assumes it to be a twisted form of high-commitment long-term rivalry or something lmao
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mitsuki: what you said to izuku in the hospital.. was basically a proposal, wasn't it? its rare to see you so sappy.
katsuki: ? proposal for what
mitsuki: ..marriage?
katsuki:
katsuki, only just remembering that the concept of romance and marriage exists:
katsuki, slowly coming to the realization that his feelings towards izuku are not only of rivalry: oh
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Hi ! I'm Unovaa, but you can call me nova :)I'm way too indecisive, I write, I draw, I do a little bit of everything.
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