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ddelline · 2 months
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wip wednesday (feat fresh fandom f*ckery)
blurb | "non-jjk wip posting? on the ddelline/aosc dash? straight to jail" - whoever reads this blog for jjk fic only, probably. sry if you are!!! I promise this =/= abandoning ship, I'm just dillying, dallying, dabbling. in mha. and bkdk. next to jjk that's where I've ended up putting my most obsessive behavior in the past few months; dipped my toe into the manga and emerged 4 months later as an unapologetic bakugō katsuki defender w early onset of bkdk brainrot. now if that interests you, there's wip fic to be had under the cut! if it doesn't, then rest assured that there'll be wip updates a-comin for 3 jjk projects in the near future, lol
premise | post-canon, pro hero setting; slow burn-ish getting together-premise; bkdk as roommates & established wonder duo-partners feat pro hero!shenanigans, sudden emotional realizations, domesticity, action, mixed media & more - also me attempting 2 write lighter, snarkier & dramedy-adjacent. evaluation pending, lmao. either way, wip writing under the cutttt
The sort of monumental, life-altering understanding that Katsuki’s experiencing, sadly, hadn’t hit him like a battering ram of iridescent, incandescent realization, topped off with cartoon hearts and biblical choirs, or whatever. The march towards death had begun with the most inane fucking single step, and here he is, feeling like an idiot, and feeling, like an idiot, every other hour since then. 
Katsuki knows he’s not the most emotionally intelligent person on the block, and he knows that he’s hitting new and consistent deduction-lows when it comes to him-and-Izuku each and every day now. Still, if there’s the possibility of getting a refund on your personal emotional breakthroughs—he’d like one.
He’s ducking beneath hastily drawn police tape, sweat sticky and sooty, hours later, making a beeline towards where the concrete dust-matte green cap of Izuku’s head centers a cluster of reporters. They’ve caught him halfway to where a team of EMTs are waiting, long suffering, to attend to him. Katsuki resists the urge to facepalm.
“—stically, how would you analyze this recent string of public showdowns that you’ve had to deal with? Do you make anything of the increased number of hostile villain encounters you’ve had in the past weeks?”
Izuku scratches his scalp, upsetting a few errant curls. “Y’know, I wouldn’t think much of them, in the sense you’re probably thinking of them. It’s true there have been a few major ‘public showdowns’, as you say,” God bless him (curse him, actually) but he actually makes double quotations to go along. “There’s a common denominator here, what you’re talking about—it’s the arrests you’ve featured on the evening segment a few times. Right?”
Izuku’s suit is torn: a jagged ugly line bisects his hero garb and compression sleeve from mid-tricep to mid-forearm. It’s displaying an ugly gash frothing with blood. As the clump of broadcast-vultures chuckle in tandem he continues—seemingly ignorant of his injury and Katsuki’s impending arrival both—gesticulating animatedly, “Any hostile confrontations we experience whilst on patrol would technically categorize as ‘public showdowns’, but we’ve had—oh, Kacch—Dynamight!”
It’s a scene like any other, on a kind of-interchangeable end of patrol-day: they’ve just squashed an armed robbery-slash-hostage situation, had half a block rupture beneath them during the ensuing chase (neither of them are at fault, Katsuki’ll have their insurance carrier know) and are now stuck doing the obligatory clean-up-and-press-junket half hour. Izuku’s elbow is bleeding something fierce whilst he’s talking to reporters; he’s clasping both palms and twining his fingers, untwines them and raises both arms to gesticulate; lowers his hands and re-clasps his palms—all as he does when he’s faced with press and has to talk ad hoc for extended periods of time.
None of this is particularly out of the ordinary; despite it or in spite of, Katsuki doesn’t know—the amalgamation of the above turns out to be why, when three mic’d up reporters make a narrow path into the cluster for Katsuki to enter into the throng, his first instinct, his knee-jerk reaction, is to be angry.
Izuku clasps his far shoulder. Katsuki shrugs his hand off and ducks near his ear. “You’re injured.”
“Huh? I’m not?” says Izuku quizzically. He looks around and about himself. Katsuki clocks the second he notices his own elbow: the spasm of a lone muscle in his cheek, the embarrassed grit of his jaw—the if you squeal in front of the press you die-look he spears Katsuki with before turning back to the pack. 
Izuku continues, bleeding but thoughtful: “What was I saying? Oh, yeah—I couldn’t talk about the ‘public showdowns’, as you say, without mentioning that any and all hostile confrontations we face on patrol belong to the same statistic. Really, they’re the same as they’ve always been—I wouldn’t say anything’s decreased or increased since a few years. Right?” He squares Katsuki with an inquisitive look.
Katsuki fights the urge to bare his teeth; he sucks down a deep breath, counts to five, and indulges his vulture-friendly maniac of a hero partner. “Because I’m not fucking lame I’m not gonna echo Pinky and say: ‘Another day, another slay.’” A few errant chuckles from the crowd; yeah, Katsuki’s a fucking comedian. “With that said, yeah, what Deku said—I dunno who was on site two days ago, DHN? JNN? JHT? I see all of you nodding, whatever; doesn’t matter—you’re drawing conjecture based on what you see. Shit happens when you’re not here, too.” Katsuki eyeballs the keeper of the JHT mic. “That doesn’t mean shit is happening. Not sure what the point of this is, but not everything’s a damn story—so I’m gonna take Hero Deku—” Katsuki snags Izuku by the collar, “—and go somewhere not where you lot are. He’s bleeding and you’re not. That’s not the end of the world either, in case that’s the doomsday headline you wanna draw up. That’s all. Scatter, fuckers!”
Izuku pouts when Katsuki drags him backwards through the clamoring throng of reporters. “We could’ve done a few more questions.”
Katsuki thinks: I knew I was fine dying for this asshole years ago.
Katsuki says: “We could’ve. We aren’t, though. Fuckface, you’re bleeding everywhere.”
Izuku glances down at himself. “It’s not that bad.”
“No? Tell that to the medteam, who’ll be the ones to explain to the public why unfortunately, due to erroneous judgment on the patient’s part, Pro Hero Deku lost mobility in his left arm a scant four years into his illustrious Symbol of Hope-era.” Katsuki squares him with a thin glare. “Also—tell that to your mom, who wants to put you on a direct flight to an isolated Siberian bunker where you can’t hurt yourself—she’s got a point.”
Izuku eyeballs him. “Kacchan,” he intones, “You’re overly dramatic sometimes.”
“Izuku,” Katsuki mocks, “You’re overly self-sacrificial all the time. Shut up and go see the EMTs.”
The march towards death had begun with the most inane fucking single step, and here he is, feeling, like an idiot, thinking: I knew I was fine dying for this asshole before I knew I was in dumb fucking love with him.
Well, go figure.
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sunspearesque · 2 months
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oberyn martell being a poet is actually my roman empire
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regretfulcorrine · 7 months
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i came for bangs draco and stayed also for bangs draco....i am shaking in my little fucking boots
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his hair literally brings me so much unbridled joy when i draw it, im glad someone is as feral for it as i am ;u;
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floofery · 7 months
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cat face theory
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eggs-can-draw · 6 months
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FNaF AU where Byakuya's dad is a kiddy strangler and Makoto is just there looking for a job while Kyoko is doing all sorts of detective work in the background.
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DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MANY TIMES IVE REWATCHED THE FNAF MOVIE BECAUSE OF THIS ASK
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vitocosas · 1 year
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one last c side doodle before the splatune shatters all my headcanons and throws them in the trash
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trippedandfell · 2 months
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just a reminder that i liveblog episodes! blacklist #911 spoilers if you don’t want to see <3
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jazzzzzzhands · 9 months
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Wally dating sim, Wally dating sim, WALL-
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attroxx · 3 months
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if y'all knew how intimidated i was by all of you you'd laugh at me.
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friedoats · 6 months
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@duolingo-unofficial
These are getting progressively more and more frightening Please do not jump out of my screen, i Promise ill practice Please i have a wife and kids-
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firelise · 3 months
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i pray theres a part iii and its a rock album lord, she really walked into the studio one day and said "Oh, all these lil genres they not letting Black people win shit in even tho they INVENTED the genres?? These are MINE, I'm taking my shit back, thank you 💅🏾"
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tvrningout · 5 months
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don't get sleepy after an hour of social interaction challenge
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akai-anna · 8 months
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we read this chapter (159) with my friend today in our oofuri reading session and i'm. just.
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why does this feel so gay? why does it look like tajima is Interested TM? (and no, not in a platonic sense) while hanai is looking all clueless?
also: tajima yuuichirou having the emotional intelligence and awareness? (NOT ASKING ABEMIHA LMAO, YOU ARE SO RIGHT TAJIMA) god. yes.
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ventiswampwater · 6 months
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genuinely afraid of how much I'm gonna act up as soon as hoffman's bitchy ass shows up on my screen
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ragingtwilight · 2 years
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hey guys can you hold my hand? im gonna go order some coffee but im nervous
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batslime · 2 years
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I was in an insane fanfic-esque situation with Till Lindemann who’s been my celebrity crush the majority of my life now and managed to act so cool around him he trusted me with his phone number and his phone in my hand less than a month ago but after being into Ghost for less than a year I see a few ghouls unmasked and unexpectedly in person and I start acting like a neurotic prey animal
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