#bk and the understanding

[bkandtheunderstanding]

1-4 PM in Fort Worth, Texas today, January 12, 2025—

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[maunsi]

the fucking implications of porter (in the finale preview) talking abt how the bk were screwed over by aguefort while in front of the rat grinders. like one of these groups he somewhat likes and the other are disposable pawns. the tragedy of the rat grinders are that for everything that they stood for (equity/equality) is still not on their side in the end!! they haven't become the heroes, they've become the goon squad to the major BBEG!!!

[pluckydean]

"My feelings for Grimm, both before and after the curse, had never resembled anything like what I felt for Agnes. Nor were they like anything I’d felt for lovers. Perhaps that was why I hadn’t been able to recognize the spell for what it was. Whatever it made me feel for Grimm was something different. Something I wouldn’t have known to look for."

chapter 21 my beloved

[tomurakii]

Look. I am not mad at the Bad Kids specifically for killing the Rat Grinders. Because those are fictional first of all and it's gonna happen. I saw someone say that any one of us would be making the exact same choice, and I agree with that. I do however also think it's dumb to act like the RGs are uniquely evil, when in the same vein I'm pretty sure 90% of people when presented with "come back in service of this god or die permanently with no chance at the afterlife" would be in the same position as the RGs as well.

The things we can blame them for are the things they did BEFORE they were rage starred: literally nothing. They did nothing, to the point where none of the BKs knew they existed. Acting like they deserve to die for the things that came after when they had the influence of a God, a wannabe god, and their trusted teacher/vice principal pushing them to do it IS victim blaming. That is an insane degree of grooming and not one of you would do any better resisting it than they did. They're victims of their circumstances. The BKs actually being in the scene don't really have time for empathy, the audience absolutely does. And it grosses me out to see a bunch of grown adults on tumblr celebrating the gruesome deaths and violent lowkey-misogynistic threats levelled at some of these highschoolers.

It is also just narratively unsatisfying that the anti-pointless violence season about how you have to be mindful and temper your rage with doubt is ending by just Doing Violence Harder, but that is equally a restriction of the medium. It's somewhat missing the themes for the Bad Kids to have been going "wow it's so weird that everyone's so mad at us" all season and be presented with a reason (rage stars/dust) that means they need to employ doubt to work out what parts of their rage are really the fault of the actor, but then completely ignore that part and deliver way worse threats (and actualisations) of murder and desecration than any of the rage-dusted people ever did and without the excuse of Ankarna's influence. It does seem like if this were a premeditated plot rather than improv it should have gone differently.

[lloydfrontera]

Are you like- The official author of 'Greatest Civil engineer' series? Or did I miss something-? Cause I've been thinking you were this whole time yet one of my friends stated you were nothing more than a fan account. And I kinda wanna say their wrong- but I have no proof of confirmation.

Don't answer if you're not comfortable though- I won't mind being unanswered ngl, just giving me and my friend something to debate about.

there is nothing i can say to make this funnier you won this one nonnie

no as far as i know i am not korean author bk moon official writer of The Greatest Estate Developer

i am so confused as to how you ever arrived to the conclusion that i could possibly be. i literally have over two hundred posts about how lloyd and javier should kiss each other with tongue. i posted llojavi yuri two weeks ago. i'm obsessed with a minor character of the sequel that appears for less than 1% of the novel. i don't even speak korean.

i'm not shaming you i swear i am just so confused as what could i have possibly done to give you the idea that i was the author please i need to know

[lostworldss]

Lowkey I’m kinda surprised that more people like Blades Book 3 more than Book 2…

Like for me personally…Book 2 was my favorite

[mariocki]

Night Key (1937)

"Now, listen, Steve. Twenty years ago you robbed me of the patent rights of the system that you're now using. Perhaps there was some excuse for that: because it gave you wealth, success, position, all the things that tempt one man to rob another. But now that you have everything and I have nothing, what possible reason is there for you to do this to me again?"

[tedthetalk]

Ei and Aoyama always get along pretty well because she’s willing to match his enthusiasm & confidence and is slightly more adventurous with cheeses than Deku. They aren’t best friends but especially after him & Bakugo manage to hit it off they keep in contact a lot

[ninoochat]

[randomnameless]

Sagi's adventures after rekting a fucking bird

Man I was wondering what was the point of AoEs in this opus, until this stupid bird that pops up two chicks and creates another chick when one of the two dies, and those stupid chicks heal their mom so much that basically all of your damage dealt is ignored, rinse and repeat -

Anyways that battle was long and annoying, and the OST wasn't there to alleviate the "ugh" factor of that fight, unlike the previous game's long fights.

Love Rodolfo, the amoral (?) guy who's only in for the money to get a cosy position where he would be pampered - the fool achieved his dream, and now, apparently knew Giacomo?

Speaking of the evil, he's so pissed at his defeat that he swears to become stronger enough to fight against people with guardian spirits... hm.

Gotta confess the gimmick of fighting scripted battles where you're supposed to lose is growing tiresome, but at least even Sagi starts to be pissed lol

And back in the world of lore and flashbacks, obviously, the leader of the merry band that's totally not named after parts of the human body was supposed to marry after returning from a confrontation with a god (? wtf is wiseman?), but the god wiped the floor with us and when we return to our base... well, everyone is dead.

And so, the leader's first solution - that cannot be discuted, because he is the leader - is to go to some shadowy place that makes his second balk, but eventually accept to go with him (but leaving the other members of the group in the vague, like when Thoraxn asks who the fuck are we going to meet, no one replies...)

It's still a shitty idea, if you spoke to every NPC (the ones killed in this section of the FB!) they were basically telling you that accepting Wiseman's power was akin to making a pact with the Dark Brethrens... and yet, we're going to a place called the Brethren's keep.

Oh well, the gaudy design was an indication lol, this is the last dungeon from the previous game and basically the lair of the demons our five pals are going to make a pact with, that will totally not beat them in the ass.

:p

Now, I think it was intentional, but earlier in Origins we had the mechanic of "walking slowly so sleeping monsters/enemies won't notice you" explained, and in the Brethren's Keep... well, we meet basically a lot of sleeping monsters/demons, and even some of them...

uh, dancing around one of their friends, like, wtf I can run around them or just stand next to them, and they won't attack me lol

As opposed to the first game where, even if they have their own drills, they will attack you if you're in range!

What can I say, in this flashback (1k years ago) the demons were just minding their own business/sleeping when some schmuck was killing - i mean removing their essence from their bodies to later eat them - everyone around.

And we, I mean, the 5 schmucks, are the ones who come to their abode -> we are the ones asking for their power.

It's telling that Head, I mean, Seph went to them for power and revenge, and not to the other benevolent godly entity that is the Whale (i know), his reasoning is that the Whale dgaf about what happens in the outside world, but hey, the demons weren't either, and yet you're going to them ???

What about siding with the Children of the Earth, the ones who will defeat, in history, the evil eldritch abomination that will totes not be you after making a deal with the demons? Why didn't they try to contact them?

Oh well.

It's the "I want revenge and pick the worst solution", and unlike Kalas, we can't even wonder if everyone was staged since, as I said, the demons weren't welcoming them or expecting them at all.

Still, I love the Endless Night BGM for this dungeon, it's totally not a foreboding that you're doing something stupid that shouldn't be done. Just like the title !

[bkandtheunderstanding]

BK & the Understanding’s first full-band show in 4 years will be November 11, 2023 at Dr. Jekyll’s Beer Lab in Pantego, Texas, a suburb between Fort Worth and Arlington in the DFW-A metroplex.

[gutsfics]

Super curious about Thomas and Avalon's retirement 👀: do they still plan on filmmaking like say, short films and productions to put up in their own theatre or do they want to leave that life behind them?

this is actually going to come up in my RCD rewrite, It Won't Get Better (But It Won't Get Worse) !! so i'm not going to get too into detail bc if i talk about things i wanna write about too much then i. am less likely to write about them <- already doesnt write anything

basically they both decide to retire early due to issues they have with the film industry, specifically all the bs that tends to go on behind the scenes in Hollywood that tends to go hand in hand w that amount of fame and money

they both still love making movies, but a big theme of IWGB will be learning to let go of something you love but is ultimately hurting you. i think they'll occasionally make movies, but defo not on the scale from the height of their careers in hollywood. just when passion and inspiration strikes

& they make sure to support local filmmakers as much as they can of course!!! they want people to be able to make the art theyre passionate about without having to experience the same Horrors that they themselves have

mostly its financial support, but i like to think at some point they both get cast in a horror movie with a plot similar to this song by Bug Hunter

they play the old man who's being haunted (Hunt) and his dead spouse (Avalon)

[ratlingrun]

We are so fucking back yall

[pocji]

don’t talk to me about ace doing gento

[with-my-calamitous-love]

and if it all ended tomorrow (would i be the one on your mind?)

ya! katsuki bk. x reader

katsuki is finally discharged from the hospital and returns home to you after nearly losing his life in battle. coming home to you, he realizes all he has to lose. angst/comfort, and huge dedication to my mha-writing mutuals because you deserve all the comfort and love in the world. @crushmeeren @suksatoru @peachsukii @osamucide (i don't think you write for this fandom but love regardless) @whenanafallsinlove

rewatched the bnha ending and thought to write this. this is timeskip! katsuki so its different incidents, but still, slight bnha ending spoilers. i love you, eternal sunshine

song: intro (end of the world)

“its my line of work, idiot.” he’s told you numerous times. “its part of being a hero.”

“that doesn’t mean i have to like it, kats.”

“yeah?” he scoffs, pulling you closer into him, scars littering his muscles, battle wounds he wore proud. he couldn’t care less about some marks on him if it meant he was doing his job right.

“i’m not gonna die. i’m too good for that.” he says, making sure you’re looking at him in the eye. you smile a little at his cockiness. what a dick.

“i love you, katsuki.”

“love you too, dumbass.”

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.*

even with his words, the confidence you fell in love with, he still almost got himself killed. his life would have drained. you nearly lost him. it still hurts, even if it is just almost.

all your clothes in the closet he built for you. 2am, raging at building manuals, but still managing it because he can’t say no to you.

but right now, you’re only wearing his clothes. the smell of his cologne is fading, but the warmth is still there. if he were here, he’d probably scold you for not doing your own laundry. but when getting out of bed is difficult? laundry is an afterthought. if he were here, he’d understand that.

when you got the news of katsuki’s injury, the world begin spinning faster. the wind picked up, running through branches and leaves, swirling around you and snatching the breath out of your lungs. knowing his recklessness in his line of work left a lingering worry in the back of your mind, a thought you hoped would never come to fruition. but injuries were inevitable, even life threatening injuries ones. the world keeps spinning even when a pro hero gets hurt on the job.

but seeing him in the hospital, with about 10 different wires attached to him, made the world stop.

the day he went into a coma, so did the world. the sun ceased its heat, so did the night and its chill. his heart kept beating thanks to some high tech machine. yours stopped at the sight of him, on the brink of death.

and the worst part? this wasn’t the first time. you were privy to the first incident- the hit he took to the heart, protecting somebody else, that stopped his heart completely. so in a way, this shouldn’t be new. but it still stings the same. because to you? its so much more than losing your boyfriend.

it's knowing that as a hero, he belongs to the world, and not just you. it's knowing that this is what he signed up for after years of training and dedication. its knowing that the best you can do is support him and wait for him at the end of every battle. its knowing that katsuki would live, and eventually, die a hero.

visits started everyday. then once a week. then only when you were missing him bad, and just wanted to hurt yourself by seeing him on that hospital bed, slow breathing and weak grasp.

and before you knew it, a month has passed with nothing. even with all the reassurance from the doctors that he would be okay, based on his health and resilience, you couldn’t believe it if he wasn’t the one telling you.

he’s still alive, but its hard not to mourn his presence in your apartment. because missing katsuki is such a physical thing- it's his absence, felt in every sense. like his hero mask left on your bedside, but never him wearing it. like a song he told you to listen to because its "good fucking music" but cutting it off right before the chorus. like feeling the ghost of his fingertips over your skin, lips kissing over your shoulder, but remembering that no ones there. an embrace that haunts you, long after its gone.

and soon enough, you're crying again.

anything serves to pass the time- tv, sleeping, reading- but the lingering ache in your chest wants to make itself known. and then there's the fact that even if katsuki made a full recovery, this wouldn't be the last time you're choked down with anxiety, fearing for him in his life, feeling it slip from your fingertips. he's a hero and he belongs to the world. but you do also wish he could just be yours. maybe a little selfishly so.

your laptop is blaring with some show you don't care about. you've changed hoodies again- because this one isn't soaked with tears and you want to wear his clothes- even if you took it from the laundry bin. food sits on the stove, maybe a little burnt, but you're probably not going to eat it anyway. you wonder if he's thinking of you, too, somewhere in murky dreams, your smile cutting through the clouds and shining on him. you wonder if he knows you'd be there, even if the world ended tomorrow. that he'd be the one on your mind. and you wonder if you'd be the one on his.

certainly, you are on his mind to some degree, otherwise he wouldn't be banging the front door with his fist, impatiently waiting to see you.

you yell that you're already coming, rudely pulling the door open to whoever decided to interrupt your pathetic crying session. when you see that it's katsuki? the ground beneath your feet dissolves.

"hey." is all he says at first. he peers into the apartment, seeing the obvious signs that you've been alone. he'd be mouthing off about the unfolded clothes and the cheap fast food wrappers in the trash if he wasn't so focused on the sheer fact that he was finally with you again.

his lips almost curve into a smile, seeing how you can't find the words for a moment. you scramble, almost embarrassingly so, to piece together a sentence: "what... when did you get out?"

he shrugs: "maybe an hour ago."

you have maybe a million follow-up questions, but the tears reach your eyes before words reach your lips. and he's quick to see it, practically catching you into a hug, like your legs were about to give up. he lets himself into the house, shutting the door behind him while pulling you into his chest. just 5 minutes ago, you were scrolling through photos and videos, pretending that a screen could be as good as the real thing. now, you're crying in his arms, his bones and flesh wrapping around you like a poignant reminder that he's alive.

"its okay dumbass, i'm here." he says, head resting on top of yours. he's particularly gentle this time around, cradling your face and making sure you see him. his heart winces a little when he sees the physicality of how bad you missed him- slumped shoulders, eye bags and tear stained cheeks. its the determination in him that wants to end that for you. "i've got you. you're fine."

after a few minutes, you compose yourself, taking a deep breath. "they just let you leave? like that?"

"they didn't let me, i made them." he smirks.

you shoot him a look, because of course he left without better judgement, and he has the audacity to laugh. this is the asshole you wanted back so badly.

"it's fine. i feel fine." he reassures you. "why would i spend longer in some hospital when i've got you waiting for me?"

oh, the urge to fall back in love with him at his loyalty. but you know better: "that's not the point, kats. you could stilll be hurt."

"i'm not."

"okay, but... you still almost died."

he takes a deep breath, knowing that you're right but never saying it out loud. he almost died. you almost lost him, and he can see how heavily its weighed on you. the fact that he could mean so much to someone like this, that someone could mourn the very though of losing him? that someone would think of him, even if the world was ending, the way you have?

maybe he's the one falling in love with you, all over again.

he opens his mouth, about to say something. something probably about how its his duty, that its everything he's worked for. but none of that absolves the pain of knowing his heart almost stopped just a month ago.

"i know you recovered and i'm glad you did. but you almost died. again. and don't lecture me about how it's your job."

his expression is something between guilt and resolve. he's never been good with words, unless it was coming up with stinging insults or a series of cleverly strung-together swear words. but he's still determined to try, like he is with everything he loves.

"babe, i know you're worried." he says, stroking your cheek. "and i really fucking love you for that. but it's my job. it's who i am."

and he's also right. he's a hero, the very foundation of the man you fell for. and mas much as it hurts to see, you'd never want him to stop being who he is. because katsuki bakugou, at his core, is a protector. even if its with his life.

you let out a shaky breath, just looking down. apart of you doesn't want him to see you, see how much of a mess you are. though katsuki knows damn well he'd love you anywhere, at any time, all dolled up or crying in his arms. if you can love him at his weakest, when he's knocked out on a hospital bed for the millionth time? he can love you at yours, too.

"idiot, look at me." he says gently, lifting your face back up.

"what?" you whisper, scared tears will fall again if your voice dares to go higher.

"its my job to protect people, yeah. but i'm not going anywhere. not when i've got you to come home, too. you're my reason, idiot. you're the reason i fight."

theres a pang in your chest when he says that, deep sincerity woven into his words as he speaks. every hero has a something to protect, something to live for- and for katsuki, it's you. without hesitation or doubts.

"you're forgetting i'm still here." he says, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckle. he sits you down on the couch, kneeling in front of you so you can really see him- see his breathing, his moving eyes and warm, loving lips pressed to your skin.

"i'm alive. i'm okay. you don't have to worry, dumbass. and you definitely don't have to be a mess 'cause of me."

you crack a fraction of a smile at that. "you think i'm a mess?"

he huffs a bit of laughter, because you both know that mess is one of the only words that encapsulates what its like to miss katsuki- anger, grief, and confusion thrown onto neglected laundry and albums of photos. but more importantly, mess describes what its like loving him: messy morning kisses, hair sticking up and messy, lovelorn fingerprints all over his heart. "yeah, i think you're a mess right now. only a little though."

you roll your eyes, ignoring that fluttering, nervous feeling he somehow still gives you even after all these years. "yeah, well, forgive me for missing you."

"you know i missed you too." he adds, simple words that resonate deeply with both of you. yet, you still can't resist teasing him a little: "how could you? you were asleep."

he chuckles softly. "i felt it in my bones, my dreams, i don't know. all that spiritual bullshit." he gets up from his knees to embrace you again.

"you might not wanna hug me. i haven't showered in like..." you trail off, embarrassed of the answer. he rolls his eyes, offended by the idea that he cares about that.

"yeah, yeah. i've been in a coma for a month, dumbass. i doubt i smell like roses right now."

"is that your way of saying you don't care?" you smile.

"its my way of saying i love you." he smiles back. "idiot."

because katsuki would love you, even if you haven't showered. if the sun refused to shine, you'd still love him. if the moon went dark, you'd still be his. if it all ended tomorrow, you'd still be the one on his mind.

and that's something he'd risk it all for.

"we should probably still shower, though."

"together?"

"obviously, idiot."

[queenpiranhadon]

HII you commented on my post :’) 🎀

can I request pro hero bakugou x pro hero reader where reader usually pick up their kid(s) from daycare alone since BK is busy and usually gets home late:( and that kinda made their kid(s) upset and ignore their dad at home and cry really loud in front of reader secretly. So like reader came up with an idea to surprise the kid(s) and told BK to change his schedule or else reader will whoop his ass. So like the next day BK and reader went to daycare together and instead of reader standing behind the glass door it’s BK and that made their kid(s) go crazy and jumpy 🥺 thank you 💗

Idk I was watching this reel and got a lil inspired ~ https://www.instagram.com/jaxon.trevor/reel/CsTuZLUofpg/?igsh=MTNuZHY3ZDEwMnNoZA==

A/N: HIII SORRY THIS TOOK ME A WHILE AHAHAH BUT I LOVED WRITING THIS IT WAS SO CUTEEE Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Mild cursing, f!reader, your kids love you, pre-established relationship (you two are married), you have twins, Katsuki loves you, just fluffy fluff with like the mildest angst if you squint really hard.

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

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It's late. You were in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner, as your husband finally relaxes in your shared bedroom after a long patrol. It was always like this, Katsuki getting home late, and you were left to take care of your two children in the meantime.

You didn't blame him, of course, you knew how hard he worked, given that he was the number 2 pro hero and with that came a lot of responsibilities. You yourself were number 5, which meant you also had a lot of missions, but thankfully since you ran your own agency, you could manage your schedules easier to be able to pick up your kids from daycare every day.

However, your twins, Kasumi and Akio, weren't as understanding as you were when it came to your husband's attendance at home.

You understood their pain, but tried to keep an open mind for the sake of your family. However, after a two month long mission that Katsuki was sent on, he had consequently missed your birthday, something that might've upset you slightly, but you didn't think it was a big deal.

The twins, however did. They were furious at this point, sobbing as they clung onto your shirt, snot and tears soaking the fabric, but you didn't mind, rubbing their backs comfortingly. You thought it was sweet, how much they cared, but they little voice in the back of your head agreed with them, if only a little. Katsuki was never at home anymore, and to be honest, you missed him.

When he came back, you welcomed him with open arms, but the twins had just peaked their heads out of their rooms before retreating back, as if this was a normal occurrence.

You sigh, and look back at Katsuki, who had a heartbroken expression on his face.

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your shared bedroom, squeezing his hand softly and getting ready for bed.

Katsuki gets changed but only sits on the bed, and you lie down next to him.

"What's on your mind, love?"

He grunts and looks away, conflicted before looking back at you.

"Do...do the twins hate me?" he mutters, and you frown softly.

"No...they don't hate you Kats, they just...wish you were around more."

Your husband frowns, and you can see the guilt swimming in the depths of his vermillion eyes.

"Maybe you can pick them up from daycare tomorrow?" You suggest, as Katsuki still hasn't said a word.

Katsuki frowns. "But my schedule-"

"Katsuki Bakugou if you do not pick up your children from school tomorrow then I'm sleeping on the couch for a month." You retort back before he can finish.

Your husband's eyes widen, realizing that you've got him stuck. If it really came down to it, he would gladly sleep on the couch if you wanted him to - but you knew he loved you too much to subject you to the same fate.

"Damn it, fine. Don't you dare threaten me like that again, woman." he grumbles and you smile up at him victoriously.

"Awww you love me." you coo, and you kiss his arm softly before tugging him gently to join you under the covers.

Katsuki watches you drift away to sleep, cheek half smushed against his bare chest and he can't help the dorky smile that stretched across his face.

He loved you so, so much. More than you would ever know.

Encircling his strong arms around you, he hold you close, making a mental note to take you out for a nice date tomorrow as well, before drifting off to sleep as well.

When he wakes, you're gone, with a note on the fridge that says that you left to drop the kids off and that you'd be back after work. He chuckles, and decides to clean up the house in the meantime.

He can't remember the last time he had a day off, it felt weird, to be honest. He felt restless, and so he did everything and anything to keep himself occupied while taking a majority of the burden you had off your shoulders.

Once the house was clean, he rifled through your closet, picking out the sundress he loved - accentuating your curves while the color brought out everything he loved about you, which was well, everything.

When you return home, Katsuki's getting changed into some nice clothes, surprising you as he tells you to go shower and get ready while he picks up the kids.

You're most definitely surprised, wondering where all of this is coming from, but you can't say you're upset about him, giggling softly and deciding to play along, feeling your heart warm as you hear the car door shut.

Katsuki parks the car in the parking lot, and approaches the building, giddy but slightly nervous at the same time. What if the kids still hated him? Would he be able to make things better?

However all his worried disappeared the moment he saw his kids' overjoyed faces at seeing him.

Their eyes brighten and they scream excitedly, bolting towards him with speed that was almost inhuman, tackling him and almost knocking him down.

"DADDY!!!!!" Kasumi squealing, leaping up and attaching herself to his leg.

Akio looks up at him, agape. "You-you're actually here?!"

Katsuki chuckles and ruffles his son's hair lovingly."Yeah, I am, bud. M'sorry I couldn't pick ya up sooner...Ya know how hero work is."

The kids nod, hugging him tightly as his hefts them up to sit on either of his hips.

"C'mon you two. We're gonna go surprise yer mama when he get home, got it? We'll take out her somewhere nice."

The twins look at each other micheviously and nod vigorously. "Daddy's in looooove" they sing, giggling uncontrollably.

Katsuki chuckles and can't help but feel his heart flutter at the thought of you.

"Yeah, Daddy's in love all right."