was there a lifetime waiting for us? in a world where i was yours,
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was there a lifetime waiting for us? in a world where i was yours,
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(wip) bkdk tbhk au!!
@rrandomtthings ask and ye shall receive 🤭
bkdk toilets 2: toilets rising
matching bkdk toilet pfps for u and ur loved ones! happy birthday @dekuskacchan <3 this ones for u
started a stupidly self indulgent fic with sad pining kakugou batsuki <3 enjoy
LOVE ME some good old fashioned highschool romance shenanigans so as per my brand, lets make it bkdk!! bc tbh i havent made a hc list in a while
LOVE ME some good old fashioned highschool romance shenanigans so as per my brand, lets make it bkdk!! bc tbh i havent made a hc list in a while
i ended up rlly liking the concept so heres a how to train your dragon! bkdk au for @lavenderpetalss astrid baku n hiccup deku prompt and @gvmrvns bkdk riding a dragon prompt
might do a serious illustration for this, who knows :D
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(for the bed-sharing and fake dating prompts on the post where i asked for cliche prompts to turn into prose :D @tired-and-clumsy @theyeeyeetbois @merwholockian-404)
When Katsuki dreams, he walks the line between bliss and heartbreak.
He walks it like he walks down the familiar streets of Musutafu at night, walks it like he walks the halls of UA years after he’s graduated, walks it like he walks everywhere.
He walks it like he owns it.
In Katsuki’s nightmares, there is a hand.
It’s… soft. Small, like his are in the memory. Slightly dirty from having been outside all day and pinky finger fully wrapped in obnoxious All Might themed band-aids. In this vision, Katsuki recognizes everything around him down to the ugly emotions that mottle his body just below the surface of his skin.
The river is warm and wet and smells like soil and summer. His shorts and parts of his shirt are soaked, and even a bit torn in some parts that he won’t notice till much later because he remembers the exact lecture his mom gave him afterwards. Katsuki remembers falling and landing, but also getting back up again.
This is where the nightmare begins to vary.
Inko knows a lot about Katsuki Bakugou.
She knows that he’s quick. Clever. He is a boy with an exceptionally talented mind and strong resolve. He’s hardworking, responsible, and independent. She knows Katsuki’s favorite color is actually dark green and that he can’t bring himself to eat anything without a bottle of hot sauce by his side.
She also knows that he’s hurt her.
In Katsuki’s nightmares, there is a hand.
It’s… soft. Small, like his are in the memory. Slightly dirty from having been outside all day and pinky finger fully wrapped in obnoxious All Might themed band-aids. In this vision, Katsuki recognizes everything around him down to the ugly emotions that mottle his body just below the surface of his skin.
The river is warm and wet and smells like soil and summer. His shorts and parts of his shirt are soaked, and even a bit torn in some parts that he won’t notice till much later because he remembers the exact lecture his mom gave him afterwards. Katsuki remembers falling and landing, but also getting back up again.
This is where the nightmare begins to vary.
(for the bed-sharing and fake dating prompts on the post where i asked for cliche prompts to turn into prose :D @tired-and-clumsy @theyeeyeetbois @merwholockian-404)
When Katsuki dreams, he walks the line between bliss and heartbreak.
He walks it like he walks down the familiar streets of Musutafu at night, walks it like he walks the halls of UA years after he’s graduated, walks it like he walks everywhere.
He walks it like he owns it.
(for the bed-sharing and fake dating prompts on the post where i asked for cliche prompts to turn into prose :D @tired-and-clumsy @theyeeyeetbois @merwholockian-404)
When Katsuki dreams, he walks the line between bliss and heartbreak.
He walks it like he walks down the familiar streets of Musutafu at night, walks it like he walks the halls of UA years after he’s graduated, walks it like he walks everywhere.
He walks it like he owns it.
Inko knows a lot about Katsuki Bakugou.
She knows that he’s quick. Clever. He is a boy with an exceptionally talented mind and strong resolve. He’s hardworking, responsible, and independent. She knows Katsuki’s favorite color is actually dark green and that he can’t bring himself to eat anything without a bottle of hot sauce by his side.
She also knows that he’s hurt her.
“It’s a fucking cynical world out there, and I’m a part of it, but not you Deku. Not you.”
i’m really proud of how this turned out!! This piece is actually fanart for one of my favorite bkdk fics of all time, Here here, my friends and me by @jekacatrina on ao3 !! It’s one of the fluffiest and most wholesome fics ive ever read for this ship, and i’m glad i finally got time to make fanart for it <3
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