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theraddestpotato21 · 2 years
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benkeibear · 8 months
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BEAR ears obviously….sweet and round and perfect!!!!!
Sobbing and giggling over here 🥹🥹 the fluffiest little round ears
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aquadenks · 8 months
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To love is to be changed
Dragon Prince!Bakugou x f!reader
cw: established relationship, angst, fantasy au, no quirk au, major character death, grief mention, funeral mention, mourning, mention of bakudeku — sfw, unedited
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Your fingertips trace the edge of one of the two portraits on display, studying the differences between the two on the mantelpiece.
His home was different to what you were used to back home, in your village, but despite the lack of the things you considered furnishings that made a home, it was comfortable in its own way. You thought the overwhelming presence of Katsuki in everything he owned was the reason for you feeling so calm and welcome, surrounded by him.
“You look so different here.”
He grunts behind you, looking over your shoulder.
“I was different.”
You turn to him, lips parted and inquisitive. “How so?”
He jerks his chin to the portraits, small paintings settled against the backdrop of furs and items you couldn’t put a name to.
“That one was after his funeral.”
You let your attention drift back to those depicted faces — one where the blond grinned smugly, his companion held under his arm in a playful chokehold, the second of him in a cape different from his usual red one draped over his shoulders now. It was black, and his hair was cropped short, close to his head, all traces of a smile taken from his features, covered in a grim scowl.
Your heart sinks like it has been anchored, the weight suffocating.
“Oh—I’m sorry.”
“It was years ago,” he dismisses.
You purse your lips, feeling the silence tighten the air around you, a tension building in your joints.
Bakugou hadn’t told you much of himself from before he knew you, and you hadn’t felt too isolated. He wasn’t someone who used more words than necessary, and no matter who you saw him with, he was always the same. Only now, you wondered how much he was keeping inside; how much pain did he feel, how much did he miss this other man in the portrait? Who even was this man to him?
“You must miss him,” you say, soft, as you watch him unbuckle his belt, setting his sheathed sword down in the corner.
His shoulders are wound tight, you can see from how he holds his form under the furs of his cape. He doesn’t answer you, sitting and facing you, red eyes as hard and as scrutinising as the day you met him.
“I’ve not seen you smile like that.”
“I don’t smile.”
You do your best to keep yourself from pouting at him, knowing the first sign of pity would chase him off. You’ve always felt he more tolerated you than liked your presence.
But him not smiling—it’s obvious there’s a scar cut deep into this tissues of his flesh, just as raw as the day he obtained it, one he hides under the pressure of his palm to stop the bleeding, feigning no injury to hide his weakness. You don’t know much about him, Katsuki, not Bakugou, and you’re sure it’s his attempt at self-preservation.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“‘s about time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He grunts, switching his attention to unfasten his boots. “Sit.”
You look back at the shadows huddled against the flaps st the entrance of his home, closed and only allowing a sliver of waning daylight inside, half wary of being here, but tiptoe your way to a seat, furs softer than they look meeting you as you sit, and you run your hands through it.
“Katsuki.”
“Hm.”
“Tell me something about you. I feel like I barely know you sometimes.”
“It’s better that way.”
“Why?”
“Jus’… is.”
“Please. This is the most of seen of you, and it’s paintings.”
“That isn’t me.” He drops his boots to the floor, still hunched over when his eyes flick up to stare into you, a penetrating gaze coming from the red depths. “Not anymore.”
“Then who are you now?”
“I don’t need to be anyone.”
He’s complicated, but in a way you think you could understand. The green hair and smile of that painting felt like it was burned into the back of your eyelids, haunting you with pieces of this man you admire but might not ever truly know.
“Who was he? The boy?”
“A friend.”
“What happened to him?”
“Tch. Knew y’d ask questions.” He sighs. It’s heavy, and you watch the way he deflates, on the edge of giving in. “He got too close.”
It’s nothing much of an answer. It’s misty and flimsy and useless. It’s fogged glass that you wipe clean, only to peer into an empty, abandoned house. But it’s also everything you need to know in four words. It’s danger and concern, it’s blame and regret, it’s repressed and it’s all laid bare, all at once.
He got too close, but Bakugou doesn’t get close. He keeps distant. He’s scared of losing again, and the only way he knows to survive is to not let the enemy know he’s been struck.
You wonder if he sees you as an enemy.
When you met him, he hadn’t wanted to know you, refused your help. The Prince of Dragons didn’t need some woman to patch up his shallow wounds from a fight. You had learned he was right after seeing the rapid healing of his skin the next morning, but it made you feel warm when you considered he let you clean and wrap those scratches anyway.
It was a question of why he did anything, to you. Why let you offer him shelter when he could make his way home? Why let you look after him when he was stronger than you? Why would he be gentle when he was from such a brutish race? or so he was portrayed as by your people; the impervious Prince.
Why let you into his home when he didn’t let people close?
He’s never been a big talker, and you’re forever left wanting to know what he’s thinking. You want to ask him a million things all the time, but those questions usually live and die on the tip of your tongue, behind sealed lips.
“Will you show me around some more?”
“No. You don’t get close.”
“Close to what?”
“My people.” He pulls you closer, and the air around him is warm, just as it is every time, like he’s a furnace. You’re drawn to the warmth, the smell of him like earth and pine, like logs on a fire. “It’s dangerous for you. Their fires, their wings. You don’t go out of here without me.”
“But if you show me around, I will be with you.”
“No.”
You lean into him, but your eyes betray you again, looking at the smile of his he never flashed to you, the silence of his laughter you hadn’t yet heard.
Perhaps curiosity did kill the cat.
You touch at his heated skin, trace the muscle of his tattooed bicep, remembering what he told you of those markings in his culture. This stripe for his family lineage, that cross for his first kill. Though he shielded himself, spoke ill of proximity, you were close enough to see the loose threads of Katsuki, and despite the faded signposts you couldn’t make out enough to read, you still yearned to burrow under those spaces and press yourself into his skin, soaking up his scent and his secrets.
For now, it was enough that he let you close enough to peer into the seemingly empty house of his heart where love once lived. You hope you can someday bring life back into that abandoned place again.
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insurguitor · 2 months
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Doodles :)
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discoscoob · 16 days
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I know he’s diabolical but he looks so cuddly
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abrattylee · 5 months
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creature-of-pizza · 11 months
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“YTEIXNA tog s’tI”
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cillysketches · 7 months
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I'm so excited to start showing you guys all my characters from BG3! I promise not ALL of them are Tieflings (just most of them).
This is my Gnomish Ranger and one of her animal companions. I saw this meme and knew what I had to do 🐻💕
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hyperfixationhell25 · 5 months
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I like to think if you did an x-ray of gear 5 Luffy he wouldn't have any bones just a bunch of red goop inside a rubber skin suit
expect his teeth ya know for that extra layer of WTF is this thing.
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mydarlingdahlia · 6 months
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LOOK LOOK!
They’re brothers :3
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consciousexe · 1 year
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His salt shaker evaded my attention until I was drawing his belt
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ravenxbones · 1 year
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sort of inspired by @sodajerk ‘s lil mousekat keychain design, i wanted to do something fun and colorful and mousekat has been on the brain for me recently so!! funny animal time :3
eyestrain-y version under the cut!
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sylviestablecloth · 10 months
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Awe. They named a cat after Sylvie, how cute
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Jack getting noise canceling headphones for sensory overload but also for bear ear covers. Because bears.
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catboy-syrup · 2 years
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I keep reading and thinking about Backrooms content and like,,,,,
I think the Partygoers entity is slowly becoming like, a Comfort... Creature? Comfort Entity????? Idk what’d i’d call these funky little guys but they bring me large amounts of comfort for me.
Like, I know they’re extremely dangerous and would 100% try to either kill me or turn me into one of them, but like, I wanna give them all hugs, they all just seem like nice dudes trying to have some fun
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fearthecoldblood · 2 years
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monster hunter’s banbaro is cleric beast’s friend shaped fuzzy cousin
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