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                                        an  indie  rp  blog*  /  selective  /  mutuals only.                                         moderate  to  low  activity  /  canon  divergent.                                              —  bakugou  katsuki  written  by  effy.

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another update

they won't be finished with the house until the twelfth of december at the earliest - and i won't return home to get settled back in & clean up until the following weekend. directly after which i have a slew of life things to sort that got pushed back by this whole ordeal - so between holiday plans and doctor's appointments, etc i will be very scarce here but !!!! you can still find me on discord & after i get home i will try and pop in to do some things here / there when time permits it. i, still, unfortunately won't be around much until after new years.

an activity notice.

just a long winded apology / heads up for my scarcity right now: turns out the creepy crawl space behind my room, which was crowded with things my family hasn’t touched for like ten years, was soaking up a lot of water was a roof leak - to the point where it started to leak through to the first floor and long story short(er)… ten years + unnoticed water damage = black mold. 

which is uhm bad news and what caused my dad’s health to become increasingly worse for reasons no one could previously figure out (& i was experiencing a some odd respiratory symptoms that haven’t affected me since my childhood despite being in decent shape & health). so my house is being treated for the mold & the roof / water damage is being redone over the next two months. but i can’t be there while they’re working, or when they’re not working, for more than a couple days because i’ve already had long exposure & the majority of the damage was behind / above my walls & naturally insurance has complicated the whole matter & our financial situation isn’t helping it any so there’s just a lot of stress over the back & forth.

basically, i can’t be at my house for long & thus am house hopping with my friends until probably the end of november / beginning of december. which means my activity will be scarcer than usual until then or unless something changes. i’ll still be around when i can be but !! yeah.

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you know what trope pisses me off the most? when the protag is pointing a gun at somebody and they’re like “you won’t do it. you’re too good” and the person holding the gun is like oh shit i am and they slowly lower the gun while the other person laughs. WHAT THE FUCK. if i were there, and somebody told me “you won’t do it” i would immediately shoot them dead without hesitating. who are you to tell me what i wont do. musty bitch

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me: i’m going to be here for a real one tonight also me: *does three things* well i’m exhausted & sad

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rdriots.

there were definitely moments when kirishima wanted more than anything to text bakugou. to call. to write. to do anything to get in contact with his once best friend. but part of him felt that if the blonde had wanted to keep contact, wanted to keep him in his life, he would’ve. wouldn’t he? it hurt to no end and he’s sure kaminari can attest to that.

but with a strong will comes a stubborn heart. in the best and worst ways. though truthfully, kirishima could only see the WORST. refusing to give in and seem desperate and refusing to get over the boy who had flown an ocean away. the latter making itself all the more known the longer bakugou’s return sinks in.

at the surface, he knows he’d willingly lay down his life for his estranged friend. that he’d risk a thousand and one expulsions to keep him out of the clutches of villains. that no matter the situation, he’d shove him out of the way and take the hit for him. so maybe… just this once, kirishima held out the hope of bakugou reaching out a hand to him. no. that’s a SELFISH thought. the explosive hero has done a lot for kirishima. more than he could have ever asked or thought to ask for. he should be happy for what he had gotten and what he’s getting now. even if he longs for the high school days of study sessions and fall walks.

did he miss me?

it’s a question he makes a note to never ask. even in jest. because if the answer is one he doesn’t want to hear, he doesn’t know if he’ll be STRONG enough to take. as strong as the sturdy hero red riot has become, kirishima eijirou’s heart is still as soft as it has been for years.

crimson eyes make a point to only half-see bakugou. he knows he’ll stare. trying to figure out what’s new, what’s changed, and what’s stayed the same. for the first two, at least, he knows there will be answers. he nods when the other answered, giving a soft hum in reply. this is the kind of small talk that can KILL.

“ i don’t want to do this. “  

those words are like a punch to the gut and a stab to the heart simultaneously. eyes widen for a moment, only now noting the paparazzi and fearing that a conversation as delicate and potentially SHATTERING as this would be overheard by people who had no rightto listen in. but then bakugou continues and the redhead lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. a half smile ( relieved ) spreads and he manages a laugh.   “ ah man you’re right. “   he scratches his head and bites his lower lip. weighing something in his mind. how can he call himself a MAN if he won’t ask even a simple question?

” you wanna go someplace else? i mean it’d probably be best to change and not be in public but, “   the offer of going back to his place is on the tip of his tongue. isn’t that too intimate though?   “ i could go for a bite to eat somewhere. unless you wanna sleep off that jet lag first. “  he says it like he wouldn’t mind. but to his own ears it sounds like he’s giving them both an out. to not do this. to do what other adults do with half-friends from high school and say they’ll meet up again and never really do. funny, how even that sliver of a thought can break his heart all over again. suddenly kirishima wants to know if there’s a limit to that. and if he’s already nearing his. 

to not be in the public is exactly what he wants. he almost cuts in to say so and then stops, halted by the but that plagues the end of kirishima’s sentence. ah, there it is. the out. uncertainty clings to his lips, pursing his mouth to the side in contemplation. it is not a decision about not following through that he’s trying to make but that’s probably what it seems like. 

he lands on something riskier than comfortable and extends the offer before he can talk himself out of it, “ we could meet up at mine after? the press nips at my heels when i’m out in public lately so it’s just easier that way — i mean — if you have the time, obviously. ” 

a hand raises, subconsciously, to rest against his own sternum. it does not lessen the pressure in his chest and upon the realization of what he’s doing, bakugou pretends to check his wrist watch as an excuse for the action; clears his throat.

“ i have to go file the report but i’m off after that if — uhm, you’re free, i’ll text you the address and you can swing by — if nothing else comes up? i know how demanding work can be, ”  there’s an almost sad smile in there; he presents kirishima a second out, just in case that was truly the intention. bakugou wouldn’t blame him. five years is a long time for any sort of relationship to survive without acknowledgement, no matter how important it had been.

reluctantly moving backward toward the direction of his agency, bakugou has half the mind to ask a question he doesn’t really need to,  “ your number is the same? ”  he already knows the answer. 

no, i didn’t forget about you, it really says. yes, the silence was a choice, it admits.

bakugou draws his lower lip through the abuse of teeth briefly, guilty. turning away is a shadow of the last time they part ways; harder than it has a right to be, considering he doesn’t intend on disappearing this time.

i’m here, if you want me. he wants to tell him. i’m here to stay this time. he keeps walking.

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prettyguard‌.

     ❛     i  didn’t  mean  to  flake  on  you  last  night  ———  i  kinda  -  sorta  -  i  -  guess  -  a  -  little  -  bit  got  HURT,  &  luna  didn’t  let  me  leave  the  house  after  that  !!!     ❜     //  @blstys  ♥’d  !!

    ❛     hurt  how,  exactly  ———  ?     ❜    the  words  clip  out  of  his  mouth  with  the  sharp  edge  of  concern  he  didn’t  quite  manage  to  blunt;  even  he  winces  a  bit  at  the  harshness  of  it.  bakugou  ponders  over  how  many  times  a  heart  can  be  removed  before  it  can’t  be  put  back;  makes  a  mental  note  to  thank  luna  later.  maybe  he’ll  bake  her  some  fucking  cat  treats  even.

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runs right into his room and without saying a word, he dumps an armful of various pocky boxes onto the blonde’s lap, smile both smug and excited. “hey blasty.”

where any other person would have gotten at least a glare for their un-pardoned intrusion,his is accepted without an argument. bakugou would write it off as a boyfriend benefit but the truth is that it’s always been an exclusively kirishima perk for balconies and bedroom doors alike.

with his dog-eared book now obstructed by a rainbow of pocky boxes, bakugou has no choice but to draw his attention upward to the one who’d put them there. at the very least, that’s the excuse he gives himself to shrug off studying for the more favourable option. amusement quirks his brows upward; teases the cheeky dimple to match, “ you know, part of the dating thing is that you can just ask to kiss me now instead of trying to be sneaky about it. ”

“ are we going to be one of those couples, then? anniversaries for every milestone? ”  bakugou’s teeth make an appearance, the flash of a canine smile. he knows very well that they have always been that couple, however unintentionally.

he unearths the book from under the plethora of flavours to discard it on his bedside table and unfolds crossed legs to let the boxes fall out of his lap. ever the sucker for a parallel, he chooses the original chocolate one first and wastes no time in dipping into it.  “ are we going to play for every cookie — ?  we’re going to have to give up at least half of our Sunday if that’s the case. ”  bakugou makes no room for misunderstandings: it is obvious he would not mind if that were the case,  “ but — ya know, that’s fine. ”

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tonight i am here for a real one

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almost died in a car accident today but at least i got to the polls to vote

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deltarune really did that huh

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happy halloween from ya boy

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“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

                    ♡ ･ﾟ: *  ｡ ❪ @blstys. ❫  ⁄  prompt.

furrowed  eyebrows  and  narrowed  violet  hues  shot  through  the  top  of  bakugou’s  messy  mane.  the  usually  aggressive  look  given  to  the  hero  -  in  -  training  was  not  fueled  with  animosity  ━━  instead,  it  was  fueled  with  impatience  horribly  masked  with  worry.

bakugou  had  dropped  to  the  floor,  an  action  too  sudden  for  too  unexpected  her  to  rush  forward  and  catch  him.  why  did  he  fall?  the  question  restated  itself  in  her  mind  whilst  her  shaking  hues  rapidly  searched  his  body  for  any  leg  damaging  wounds.  the  quick  evaluation  was  followed  by  a  cracked  gasp  leaving  the  young  yamagishi’s  full  lips,  as  was  not  a  change  in  demeanor,  but  an  enhancement  of  the  feelings  of  hastiness  and  nervousness.

he  was  hurt.  badly.  there  was  a  gash  on  his  leg,  cutting  right  through  his  pants  and  deep  into  his  skin.  when  the  hell  did  he  get  that?!   ❛  i  ━━  ❜  yukako  hesitated,  ❛  i  can’t  just  leave  you,  bakugou!  ❜

as  if  on  cue,  the  young  yamagishi’s  hair  began  to  grow  longer  and  longer,  and  wrap  around  bakugou’s  person.  ensuring  that  her  wavy  locks  held  a  tight  grip  (  though  gentle  enough  so  that  he  was  able  to  breathe  )  on  bakugou,  yukako  then  allowed  her  hair  to  raise  him  several  feet  into  the  air.  there  was  no  way  she  would  leave  him.

not  only  must  she  now  protect  her  and  him,  but  now  she  must  defend  both  of  them.  while  she  was  able  to  do  both  (  hopefully…  ),  her  power  against  their  aggressors  will  be  decreased  since  she’ll  be  dedicating  a  few  thousand  or  so  of  her  strands  into  keeping  bakugou  safe.

❛  are  you  alright?  ❜  he  needed  to  answer  quickly  ━━  they  needed  to  go,  now.

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“Just like the wolves, the more I am wounded, the more dangerous I become.”

— Channing M (via de-morte)

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life huh

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support the author  /  feel free to change things  (  such as pronouns  )  as needed !

“ these are the empty pews ” “ it’s much too late to repent ” “ this is your unmarked grave ” “ what else is there to live for besides your one true love ? ” “ you never thought i needed protection ” “ did i ever even have a choice ? ” “ he told me i was an obligation ” “ you make me forget what it feels like to miss someone i was never allowed to call mine ” “ are you my antidote or my poison ? ” “ this story may be cliche  ,  but it’s ours ” “ is there really any way it can end other than in bloodshed ? ” “ i’ll lick your wounds and then you’ll do the same for me ” “ if you start to keep score  ,  can you still call it love ? ” “ brace for impact ” “ this girl right here is a fucking goner ” “ with you there is no faking it ” “ this boy  ,  he’ll be the death of me ” “ i was too young to realize you were the one that should have known better ” “ i never did have an ear for music ” “ when night falls  ,  my monster tells me he loves me ” “ you always did crave the taste of your own lies ” “ this love leaves bloodstains ” “ i’m so fucking sorry ” “ it was exhausting for both of us ” “ you are the bruises and teeth marks i find all over my body without remembering how they got there in the first place ” “ this isn’t a haunting  ;  it’s a hunting ” “ it’s probably a good thing that god forgives sinners like me ” “ i can’t tell the difference between you and the dead of winter ” “ at least winter makes way for spring ” “ i can’t decide who it is i’m more frightened of ” “ i would do just about anything to make her disappear ” “ if you’re looking for your perfect victim  ,  then you might as well set down your lanterns ” “ you won’t be able to find her here ” “ i’m the fairy tale everyone forgot about because the lesson wasn’t pure or hopeful enough ” “ i don’t excuse her and you shouldn’t either ” “ couldn’t you at least try to hide it ? ” “ i never knew you could grieve a breathing man ” “ nothing but a coffin in my ribcage ” “ you remind me of the way flowers bloom so furiously in spring ” “ are you breaking her like you broke me  ,  or am i just that special ? ” “ nothing makes sense with or without you ” “ my body didn’t know what it was like to survive without you ” “ you took things i didn’t know you could take ” “ it seems you never learn  ,  either ” “ either take everything i have or drop it all and walk away ” “ darling  ,  you are worthy ” “ you can do this  ,  you know ” “ let your heart take its time ” “ there’s someone else seeping in through the fractures you left ” “ if you’re never going to leave me  ,  then this is me leaving you ” “ find a new partner in crime ” “ someone i used to know told me that love was forever ” “ don’t try to waste your time again ” “ i’m sorry i didn’t know how to stop the pretending ” “ they didn’t deserve this ” “ some people are never worth your words ” “ come  ,  take back your hatred ” “ you can have my forgiveness but you can’t have me ”