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//OOC: PSA
Doesn’t matter if we’ve never interacted, if we’ve interacted once, or a BILLION times. Doesn’t matter if we have zero threads or FIVE BILLION.
ALWAYS feel free to spam my ask box with in character asks, questions, or starters.
ALWAYS feel free to spam my inbox with ask box memes!
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in memes.
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in quizzes.
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts you want me to see!
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts that remind you of me/my muse.
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in stuff, period!
ALWAYS feel free to start an interaction with my muse!
ALWAYS feel free to suggest a plot for our muses.
ALWAYS feel free to send me an OOC message in DMs or in Asks.
I LOVE that stuff. YOU’RE NOT BEING ANNOYING. IT MAKES MY DAY. Talk to me! I love it! :D
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𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !
do you want a certain kind of ship with my muse ? check out the key below & send me a symbol to tell me what kind of ship you want ! note : my muse = blog owner’s muse / your muse = sender’s muses
romantic relationships !
💘 friends to lovers
❣️ enemies to lovers
💜 love at first sight
💙 slow burn
💚 skinny love
💔 exes to lovers again
🖤 on again , off again
familial relationships !
🌼 older sibling
🌺 younger sibling
👭 twins
🌻 friends like siblings
🍃 cousins
🌵 parental
friend relationships !
☀️ best friends
🌦 enemies to friends
🌈 friends since childhood
⛅️ friends of circumstance
☁️ school friends
🌩 friends from traumatic experiences
enemy relationships !
🔪 friends to enemies
💣 stole something from my muse
🔦 stole something from your muse
🗡 bullied my muse
🔫 bullied your muse
⚔️ family feud
🛠 fueds between mutual friends
❌ guilty by association
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Anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine.
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Pspspspspspspsps hello ilysm welcome back to the dash. I'm so happy and excited to see your katsuki back on here and I'm so excited about your interpretations and your various verses I THRIVE WHEN I SEE THEM TBH anyways hallo ily, you are amazing
PSPSPSPSPSPSP FRIEND! hi! Hello! Thank you so much! ASLDKFJDLRJ all my verses, indeed. You fixin' to make me act up. keep at it. ily more, i promise!
#i adore you#bout to make me act up#okay#but like...#where my roleplay#my 'where my hug at' type pleading#LMFAO
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your writing is amazing and i LOVE writing with you even when being so slow. how you write bakugo is truly wonderful and i can't get enough of your portrayal.
I'm not supposed to put anything here and you're supposed to be anonymous, so we both break the rules, eh? You're incredibly nice, very welcoming, and you put out quality replies absolutely. I enjoy interacting with you and you're always so eager! You always stroke my ego, too. even when I probably don't deserve it, and you're precious. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
#for real though#this person is so supportive#delivers quality like its nothing#so nice#absolutely adore this person#as everyone should#thank you
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ANONYMOUSLY. Are you kidding me? Nah, fam! I ain't gonna hide like a coward as I tell the entire tumblr community how glad I am to have you as a mutual! From our very first interaction through DMS, I'm always super excited to get a chance to talk to you! We haven't yet gone public with our muses dynamic, but what we've written together on DMs is without a doubt one of my favorite interactions! You have such a great grasp of your muse, our muses banter has been absolutely godsend. Text limit why—
Whose man’s is this? You left your broccoli on my front door and this is the last time I let it in, okay? I say as I probably let him in again. You’re too kind, incredibly patient, and very lovely to speak to. You’re always eager and ready to go above and beyond. You better appreciate the fact that I’m being NICE here. I could roast you, but that’s not in good form. EWWW.
#this guy#this green idiot#is literally the nicest person you will ever meet#you will not regret them#mightiheart
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👉 flirt with me, while trying not to get blown up? 👈
👉 let me roast you figuratively, emotionally, and physically? 👈
👉 call me the prettiest boy you know, but know i will have to kill you after? 👈
👉 let me blow you...up? 👈
👉 honestly, just let me end you? 👈
🥺👉👈
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@explodo-dome ♥
Thump-thump-thump.
Izuku slowly exhaled and closed his eyes. He leaned back against the door and slid down until he was sitting. His face was burning hot, veins bulging on his neck and breath coming out in puffs. He was soaked to the bone but, if it bothered him, he wasn’t showing it. Instead, he wiped the dampness from his face and pushed back his wet hair from his forehead. Izuku opened his eyes to glance down at his torso as blood seeped through his fingers and stained the front of his once white shirt.
Well, that couldn’t have gone any worse, huh?
A soft sigh left his lips. He just knew that he wasn’t going to hear the end of this. Izuku took a deep breath and pulled his cell phone out. His fingers were so slick with blood, it took him four tries before he finally speed-dialed number one. One ring—two rings—three rings. There was no answer. He dialed the number again. But again, no answer. Was Kacchan asleep or simply ignoring him? He probably tossed his cell and went straight back to sleep, when he saw who had called him so early in the morning.
Kacchan likes to sleep in on his days off.
The quietest of chuckles left him. Izuku felt himself tip sideways until his body collapsed. The phone slipped from his hand. He could taste copper on his tongue. His vision started to blur as the loss of blood took its toll.
“Uwah. I-I’m in trouble,” Izuku muttered. He was teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. His insides were burning with a terrible pain. Just what did that quirk do to him? Inhaling a sharp breath, he shot an apologetic look over his shoulder.
Kacchan, I’m sorry.
He knew he should have gone to a hospital first. He felt a little guilty for what he was about to do. Channeling 5% of One For All’s power into his legs, he kicked the door open, flying it off its hinges. The resounding clatter loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. Izuku would remember to bring a gift to apologize to Kacchan’s neighbors when he was more able. His dizzy mind tried to remind him that he would also need to pay for a new door and repairs again.
“Ka…Kacch…an!” Izuku called with a strained voice. “I-I’m right outside. I n-need you.”
Obnoxiously loud, upbeat pop music cut through the quiet darkness of his room. Blinds had been set closed, light barely allowed to escape through the gaps, sensitive as he was he'd wake up almost immediately and he'd be d a m n e d if he woke up too early on one of his rare days off. Shuttered off and spread haphazardly across the span of his bed, he was annoyed by the second ring of his phone. ruby hues deigned only to peak through a lowered lids, pupils blow wide before shrinking to pinpricks with narrowed outlook — absolute irritation. He narrowed onto the lit up screen of his phone, rough in snatching the device up off the opposite pillow, presented screen above his head just to see w h o was calling him. Though, he knew almost immediately who had the B A L L S to interrupt his hard earned sleep, knew by the ringtone alone that he didn't even need to really wonder who it was.
[ Incoming call: Idiot Broccoli 🥦 ]
He stared at the screen as though it would make a decision for him: does he answer or does he turn over to go back to sleep? Apparently, he took too long to decide the next course of action, because it stopped ringing moments later. He snorted once, turned his head into the pillow to maybe smother himself to death. He closed his eyes for a single moment, peace allowed him fifteen more minutes of sleep, but he knew it was all for nothing.
It was no use. His mind worked against him in deciding that his eyes were open and it meant he should get UP. He was reminded that he needed to do laundry, clean his gear, dust his apartment, and mop. Irises rolled damn near to the back of his skull in irritation, huff of a breath leaving his lips, frustrated. Annoyance brought about efficiency, snappy movements that were quick to fix his sheets just how he liked them. On his move to the kitchen, fingers still wrapped tight around his phone, he was surprised that it wasn't already ringing again. what did he care if it did or didn’t? He set it down next to his stove and stared at it for a moment, brows pulled together, narrowing hues into slivers, sharp at the edges.
He allowed the phone to take up only so much of his attention, spared the phone one more look, before he decided to fill his time being productive. He couldn't allow it to keep his attention, make him worry just a little b i t , because this was odd behavior for the other. Surely, he'd call again if it were that important. Placated with his reasoning, he decided to get started on that laundry. He eyed the innocuous phone placed on his night stand every now and again. It was lifting up to check said phone for the SECOND ( thousandth ) time in a row, he was caught unawares. The sound of broken wood banging against his drywall made him jump violently enough to drop his hamper, effectively scattering his clothes across his bedroom floor.
The way he came around the corner was vengeful, loud pops crackling up the side of his knuckles like promises of the pain he'd serve whoever had thought his door was a suggestion to not only ignore, but OBLITERATE if the noise was anything to go by. Hearing Deku's voice was all it took to go into a sightless rage, all observations made of how said voice sounded were buried deep, deep, down below the immediate rush of his anger.
❝ WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK? ❞ precedes him stepping out of his apartment, face flushed red from poorly suppressed fury just gearing up to release pent up aggression through a verbal screaming match. It was already too late to think about how his neighbors would feel given the fact they'd probably already heard his door practically slam the wall loud as a crack of lightning. It was in seeing the slumped figure curled up at his feet rather than standing in some no doubt sheepish manner for having gone above and beyond for whatever reason his little brain could have deemed reason enough to forget that Bakugou had neighbors and a fist with his whole name on it just for him.
His ire switched paths quickly given a new avenue to do so. He couldn't be the sort of angry he'd been minutes ago, not when he saw little hints and notes of red that decorated key points of his hallway. His front door was in shambles, but the outside wall was perfectly alright and the lone print was visible, very visible. Almost incandescent to ruby gaze, stark as a flash of light in the darkness. Deku really was a... ❝ Fucking idiot...you're a fucking idiot , ❞ uttered low, gaining in volume toward the end as he came to understand just a little more of the situation.
It was a switch that flipped. Though his hands shook just a bit, he drew on a lot of his training to get Deku into his apartment quickly, effectively, and without too much fumbling. This wasn't anything new to him. There were many nights he had to come home with these injuries himself, because he wasn't on recorded patrol that night. It meant hospital visits would be carefully noted and he would have to give a statement on what happened. It wasn't possible when he doubled as an underground vigilante at night, was it? Ground Zero couldn't always make it to his master's compound to receive healing and the hospital wasn't an option at all. It's just that it's the first time he's had to deal with it from Deku of all people, but he's trained well in it.
❝ What happened? Why didn't you call an ambulance if you had the wherewithal to make your way here of all places?! ❞ He's calm depositing the boy onto his couch, quick to grab his field dressing kit stashed under his table as he spoke to keep the man from passing out. Who knows how much blood he's lost. If he has to, he'll drag him kicking and screaming to the hospital should it happen. ❝ If you don't answer this'll be a short stop on your tour to the h o s p i t a l . ❞
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ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.
#why not#activity has veen spotty#but iiiiii try#also#if you want yo make it know youd like to start something there is that
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Five senses starters
Smelled
🌧️ Rain on hot pavement
🍊 Freshly peeled orange
🌊 Salt on the breeze
🎃 Sickly sweet of something rotten
🌼 Musty earth and damp leaves
🧺 Clean linen
🍎 Cinnamon and cooked apples
🔥 Smoke and ash
Touched
🍬 Sticky fingers
🍵 Warmth from a mug
🗡️ A blade beneath the chin
🤝 Hands clasped tight
🧦 Wet socks
❄️ Nose pressed against a cold window
🧱 Stone worn smooth with time
🏞️ Chill of a stream on a hot day
Tasted
🍋 Lemon curd
🌱 Swampy and mossy
☕ Roasted coffee
🍞 Something burnt
☃️ Fresh snow
🐟 Salty and fishy
🩸Copper
⚡Lightning
Heard
📺 Muffled television from another room
👟 Footsteps creaking on wood
💧 Water dripping in a bucket
⏲️ The insistant ding of a timer
🍂 Dry leaves crunching underfoot
🦗 Crickets chirping in the dark
❤️ A heartbeat
🎶 Music in unexpected places
Seen
☀️ Dust hanging in a golden ray of sun
🚪 A door with a hundred tiny, intricate carvings decorating it’s frame
🔮 Blood spattered on a cracked mirror
♨️ Heat blur rising in waves
🎁 A box with rusted hinges
🌨️ Footprints in the snow leading only one way
🌲 A structure tucked into the trees, half consumed by nature
🛡️ Shining metal, almost blinding
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Send a ‘📝’ to see what plot I’d like to do with our muses.
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❝ I WON’T LET YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND. I CAN BE STRONG. I HAVE TO BE ❞
— Mina Ashido. Manic Pixie energy; could be a good girl, but I run the streets regardless of the day of the week.
( P I N K B A B Y ) - ( Promo Credit )
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❝ COME KILL ME, HERO. DON’T HESITATE. ❞
— au anti-hero Bakugou. chaotic good. dark themes.
( explodo-dome )
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shippy memes for you hoes
“ i had a dream about you. ”
“ i’ve never cared about anyone the way i care about you. ”
“ i know it’s not fair to ask you to wait for me, but i can’t bear the thought of seeing you with someone else. ”
“ i’m not really good at this sort of thing. i never really had much luck with relationships before but i wanna make it work. i want us to work. ”
“ i love you. you don’t have to say anything, i just thought you should know. ”
“ i do care about you i’m just. i’m not good at talking about it. ”
“ i didn’t like seeing you with them. ”
“ you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to. ”
“ i could have lost you today! do you know what that would have done to me? ”
“ do you even know what you do to me? ”
“ i can’t stop thinking about you. ”
“ you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met. ”
“ i don’t deserve you, but i want you anyway. ”
“ you’re safe with me, you know that right? ”
“ please just tell me how you feel. ”
“ just say the words. tell me you want me and i’m yours. ”
“ you’re always there. i didn’t used to see it before, but i do now. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there. ”
“ you had a dream about me? ”
“ i guess i always kinda had a little bit of a crush on you. ”
“ you thought i never noticed you, but i did. i always saw you. ”
“ oh my god please don’t tell me you tried to make breakfast again, the stove hasn’t recovered since last time. ”
“ you waited for me? ”
“ i was always kind of hoping we’d give it a shot one day. ”
“ you were always my maybe, ya know? ‘maybe they’d finally ask me out.’ ‘maybe when i wasn’t the one looking, they were noticing me too.’ i know it’s silly, but. you were always in the back of my mind. ”
“ oh god you’re really gonna do the whole rocks against the window at midnight boombox thing aren’t you? ”
“ i’m gonna wait for you, as long as it takes. ”
“ loving you saved me. ”
“ why me? out of everyone you could’ve chose. ”
“ i’ve always loved you. ”
“ i know it’s late, but i just needed someone and. i guess you always answer when i call. ”
“ i brought pizza and wine and a horrible movie so in the words of rory gilmore, i’m ready to wallow now. ”
“ you didn’t have to come ya know? i’m glad you did though. ”
“ if we could run away together and go anywhere, where would you take me? ”
“ what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night. ”
“ i dont want to go back to how we used to be. i want more. i want you. ”
“ you’ve had every piece of my heart since the moment i met you. ”
“ why is it your always the one to pick up the pieces every time my heart breaks? ”
“ are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you actually gonna kiss me? ”
“ i’m gonna marry you one day. ”
“ i used to think about what it’d be like if we got together. ”
“ yes, of course i love you, you idiot. ”
“ just stay this time. stay for me. ”
“ don’t you dare give up on us. ”
“ i always come running back to you. i can’t help it. ”
“ you deserve someone who always puts you first. ”
“ you were never my second choice. ”
“ they don’t deserve you. and i’m not— i’m not tryna be that asshole that says i do. but sure as hell would never hurt you like that. ”
“ i’m never gonna let you go. ”
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What am I? The literal most awkward human being you’ve probably ever met. If it’s alright to move into your DMs to plot or get a general rhetoric going between us, like this. If you prefer Discord, make that known now. Otherwise, I’ll pine after...I mean s t a r e at...I mean GLARE at you until something happens.
AS EITHER CHARACTER, I SWEAR .
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A STARTER CALL, because why not?
Like this or drop a comment specifying which muse and your own muse.
Not gonna lie, if you leave it up to me It's gonna be Mina seeing as she's the more active muse at the moment.
Plotting is gonna be necessary for Bakugou without a d o u b t , so expect that. If you don't specify where your preferred method of communication is, I'll just take it DMs.
BAKUGOU. - & - MINA.
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THEY COULDN’T ESCAPE THE PAST. These words would always echo in the hero’s mind. Burns still covered his whole body from that battle, a constant reminder of the day that would still haunt his worst nightmares. The day he had almost lost the most important people to him - two precious friends, his teacher, and his father - and the day of the reveal of who the villain with the azure flames really was. The brother which was thought to have died many years ago and had now turned to a murderer with a goal to make him take his last breath.
The one in front of him talked as if he didn’t know Shoto’s whole life was rooted in trauma. As if he didn’t know everything about his family and where he was coming from. For how long Shoto was trapped living in a past that was holding him back, and for when he tried to escape his traumatic childhood, only to be reminded countless times that he couldn’t. THAT HE SHOULDN’T. These wounds needed to get treated and healed, not ignored and forgotten only to cause much more pain in the future. But Bakugo couldn’t know that, could he? If he did, they wouldn’t have turned this way.
These painful times would haunt him for the rest of his life because who he was now, he owed it to who he had been. To the mistakes he had made, to the pain and sorrow he had to experience, and the people he had lost. Who would he be if these experiences hadn’t defined him?
“ I’ve been looking for you… ” All these years, even if everyone had given up on Bakugo - even if a part of him had given up too - Shoto hadn’t stopped hoping. He kept believing the blond was still alive somewhere, fighting for his freedom. Because Bakugo wouldn’t have LOST so easily. He wouldn’t have given up, and would come out as a WINNER even under impossible circumstances. Everyone mourned for their lost friend. An incredible hero. Shoto had mourned his loss too, but there was always the hope that settled on his chest that he’d find him one day. Never before the hero had believed in something or someone so strongly. He’d find him one day. But not this way.
He was reliving the same moment. Someone supposed to be dead, someone important to him, was now standing in front of him, standing as if he was a different person anymore. Heterochromatic eyes searched for the crimson ones he used to know. The friend he knew was nowhere to be seen. Shoto had to go through this again. Only that now, this was even more painful than when he faced Toya. Shoto had never been able to know who Toya used to be. But he had been able to know Bakugo.
No matter if everyone else saw a villain in the blond, Shoto knew the other had the heart of a hero. So what was he doing at this moment? What was Ground Zero doing at this moment? What was this act? What was the blond seeking? Help? Attention?
You shouldn’t hold onto something that will only hurt you. What was he talking about? Guilt, pain and desperation mixed all together were visible to the hero’s eyes only to be suddenly replaced by pure anger. “ I can’t give up on my family and friends. I’m NOT like my brother. ” I am not like you, was what he truly wanted to say. Spitting out words of hatred at a time like this had no meaning. “ What happened? Where have you been? ”
@explodo-dome
Bakugou. He had to p a u s e just to close dual rubies to the light, released air from his lungs suddenly enough to be an audible s i g h , stealing his nerves against the feel of...this. against the feel of feeling his body dive headfirst in a pool of i c e , prickling his skin like pinpricks of reluctance. The problem with recognition of his past shortcomings is realizing when he's circling BACK around to them, when he can't be anything more than brash and h a r s h , spew words flowing from his SMART MOUTH faster than his brain can process so the feeling they bring with them doesn't affect him until after he's bothered to say them.
He recognizes this juxtaposition inside of himself that would like to be able to calmly tell the other that this isn’t what he w a n t e d, that this shouldn't be what he wanted, and that this couldn't be what he wanted. That's not what he feels — calm. He feels anything BUT. He feels e x p o s e d like a livewire under his gaze, while he's spilling these facts to Bakugou like it's okay to just say them out in the open, anywhere really, at any point ever.
He's a hypocrite , and he never thought he'd be that, in some weird way in his own mind, but he was. He was, want he? Here he screams in his head for the other to just for once in his life take WHAT HURT, what P E O P L E hurt him, and, genuinely, just shove them far away from him. For once, not to look at people and see the duality of them in their whole , because that was Shoto. Observing people in that silent way he did, watching for all those things they wanted to keep hidden like he had any right. He had a real knack for s p e a r i n g people right where it hurt the m o s t .
That's what Bakugou had done. It was what he continued to d o , but...he hadn't once let go of it all. He held on to it no matter how hard he tried to make himself believe he didn't c a r e .
The blond shifted his head to the side, lowered his usually proud chin to give his gaze a moment to look ANYWHERE ELSE, but at the man spouting nonsense at him. A single hand rose, a calm gesture he used to put up a barrier between him and Shoto as well as to get him to stop. ❝ DON’T… ❞ his voice was a rough growl, scratchy enough he had to clear his throat after he'd uttered the word, ❝ Don't say anything else, if you're just going to lie to me. ❞
The hand lowered back down to his side, fingers closed tight into a f i s t, digging deep angry little pink grooves into the soft flesh of his palm. Finally, he turned hardened vermillion irises back to the other and he stood taller than he had before, chin raised again like he was still K I N G of the w o r l d and everything in it. ❝ I was pretty close to here, if you'd like to go see where I was? ❞ he's being mean now, snide even, condescendingly gearing up to explode and burn like the walking napalm he felt like. ❝ I can show you what pit your friend is lying in any time you'd like to view it. ❞ because the person standing in front of him wasn't the Bakugou he knew.
He was some U G L Y thing brought back from the precipice to suffer and spread it to those that knew him, but it wasn't by choice. If he were faceless , he could be just another vigilante taking things into his own hands — could view him as the thing to hate when it was too c o l d and the night too h a r s h , but he wasn't. He was SOME G U Y they all thought had gone missing one day and couldn't quite seem to understand why he would just up and leave like he had a choice in it. Young Dynamight had the world at his f i n g e r t i p s . Young Dynamight, despite his shortcomings and personality, could be d e c e n t . Young Dynamight would be a h e r o , finally , so they could lay all those rumors of his villainy to rest. He'd died a promising young hero and rose a vengeful fucking W R A I T H of a person that couldn’t go back down into the dirt without making something of it all right .
❝ What happened to me? ❞ his tone dances on an edge of pure HYSTERIA and w o n d e r like it'd just come to him that the other knew nothing at all , but...dared to judge him for his current vigilante status, ❝ a lot. a lot of shitty stuff, you shitty half-and-half popsicle. ❞
#repressedkindness#( repressedkindness ) / * TBD .#i apologize for this being long#and kinda traaaaash#long post
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