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periods/neg

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i made this for the discord but its important

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she has been pickled for her crimes

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Forced to learn how tumblr works because quotev has officially killed itself ☹️ (please tell me terms and stuff i should know) (and explain it like youre talking to your mom about your favorite media)

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YEAHHHHEHEHEH POST WAR KARIBAKU LETS FUCKING GOOOOO‼️🗣🔥

THIS IS AWESOME I LOBE THEM THEYRE SO CUTE AAAAAAAAAA🩷🩷🩷

A KariBaku Oneshot: Please, Don't Scare Me Like This Again

What's the time? 1 a.m., time for a oneshot

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Katsuki watched his country got rebuilt from ashes to new.

Buildings shooting up from debris, people returning to their homes. Kids screaming happily under the windows of a hospital. The sun shining bright again.

His right arm wouldn't move properly. His right eye wouldn't see properly. His heart wouldn't stand the pressure he used to put on himself. His body was broken with little to no chance of recreating anything.

They said he needed to rest.

Katsuki didn't want to fall asleep. Even though he wanted to.

His room was dark and cool, with door closed tight. His parents were not there, he asked for the room to be alone. To heal alone.

Fucking rehab.

What was the point of this war? Just for All for One to end the era of heroes? By using Shigaraki? Destroying the world to build new from the shards? Why?

They are just kids, why do they have to go through all of this? They are not made for that!

He didn't give any promises, why are they looking at him with disappointment? He didn't... didn't aim for the expectations! Didn't aim for the frontlines of the war!

Why?..

Katsuki slipped under the blanket when the door opened, pretending to be asleep. They had already took the bandages off from him, except his right arm and his chest. Katsuki listened to his slowing heartbeat as someone put the what sounded like the tray with food on the table, sighed and whispered:

"If you're not asleep, then this is jasmine rice with seabass and green tea. Be careful with your arm. Kirishima-kun has wished you well and asked for a visit, but I said that you need to rest to recover. There are also pills that will help you sleep."

Not waiting for the reaction, the nurse checked his temperature before leaving. Katsuki waited a few more minutes before climbing out of bed and heading to the table. He grabbed a fork(because his left hand fingers refused to hold the chopsticks properly) and scooped the rice.

The only thing that kept him awake is the nightmares. He kept seeing Shigaraki swinging whatever part of the body was it, hitting him straight in the chest, the pain and darkness coming after it felt real again and again every time.

He had been in hospital for two or three weeks already. But it felt like months had already passed. Katsuki felt weak because he couldn't just go to sleep and ignore the nightmares, but he couldn't do anything with it.

As he finished with the food, he walked back to his bed, carefully climbing onto it. They had performed multiple operations on his right arm, so it could at least move, and the heart transplantation.

Kids' voices were heard, but none of them gave Katsuki the will to ever exit this room again.

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and Katsuki looked up, the weird high-pitched noise in his ears appearing and disappearing after a couple of seconds. The one who knocked was the nurse who, before entering, gestured for someone to wait. Noticing his tension, she said, taking the tray:

"He said he is your friend", the fact that she didn't call the person by his name left Katsuki questioning it. So it's not someone from his class. Then, who was it, he doesn't have any friends—

Doesn't he?

"May he walk in?"

Katsuki nodded, and the nurse left, saying something to a mysterious person behind the door. The voices were heard, but he couldn't remember any of them.

So he guessed it was someone from the police or from another class because he doesn't have any other friends, except—

The door opened a litlle bit more, revealing a person Katsuki's known for years.

"UA did change you. You turned into a vampire now, didn't you?"

"That's my room, fuck off", Katsuki answered, letting out a small chuckle. Kariage smiled before stepping into the room and closing the door behind himself.

"Hope you didn't place something on the floor because I can't see- fuck", he stumbled over the bag Katsuki's dad brought for him from home.

"Hah. Loser. Wait, no- get your fucking cold hands away from my neck!" Katsuki tried to dive away from the hand, but Kariage wrapped an arm around his shoulders, securing him in one place carefully not to damage the right arm.

Oh, God, finally.

Katsuki melted into the hug, his touch-starvation showing after all these years of lockdown. His body felt suddenly so heavy that he could not move a muscle, only concentrating on the soothing caress and Kariage's voice:

"Please, don't scare me like this again."

Katsuki leaned forward, his head touching Kariage's shoulder. He closed his eyes, finding the other boy's hand and feeling the fingers running up the scarred arm. The comfort, the way Kariage stroke his hair so gently, carefully, running his fingers down the temples were overwhelming him with the warmth he's felt long ago.

"You look tired. You really need to sleep."

"No, it's okay..."

"It's not. Come on, Katsuki. I'm with you. You are safe here. You can rest."

He's safe?..

Yeah... yeah, he is.

Katsuki buried his face in Kariage's shoulder as the dark-haired boy covered him with the blanket and pressed closer to himself, as if securing from the nightmares.

The war has ended. His life, however, didn't.

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SHES SO PRETTYYYYYYY AAAAA

if bones make her old again istg I'm gonna stab someone 🔪

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*GASPS* NO NEED TO TJANK ME UR LITERALLY SO UNDERRATED IM INLOVE W UR SHORT STORIES UR AMAZING🫵🩷 ALSO??? I???? TYSM????? THATS SO SWEET OF YOUUU

YOU DESERVE WAYY MORE READERS LIKE SRSLY IM SURE ULL BE FAMOUS ONE DAY BESTI💪🩷🩷🩷

A oneshot that was written before 12 a.m.? Goddamn it, I'm making some progress.

Anyway.

@itzairiii .

Wanna thank you for the reblogs, the small notes(I smiled on your note to the "Listen To Me" oneshot) and the support. You are the first person to react to my short stories, and you really inspire me to write more. I came to Tumblr to post one idea in a month(or two, or 6), but things turned out different, and you were the part of it.

Love you. Be safe. Thank you.

(The tags are a mess lmao)

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RAAAAAAAAAAAH I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THISSSSSS SHAKES U

LITERALLY LIKE OMFGGGG THAT IS SO SAD AND EEEEEEE THEYRE SO PRECIOUS OMG TYSM I LOVE YOUUUU🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

ALSO YOU MAKE THE WORDS WORD SO INCREDIBLY WELL LIKE GIMME UR TALENT

SAD WET LITTLE BLADE IN THE RAIN WITH HIS KAFKA KEEPING HIM WARM AND SAFE THEYRE SO CUTEEEEE *dies in /pos*

SRSLY THO TYSM ILY YOU JUST MADE MY ENTIRE WEEK EVEN THO ITS FRIDAY AAAAAAA🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

A KariBaku prompt: Listen To Me

Because I can dawg(that was supposed to be longer judging by how I imagined it)

They have different quirks here(bc I can dawg)

@itzairiii heard karibaku is your otp, that one's for you

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Bakugou Katsuki — it's about uncontrollable destruction. About ground shaking, lightning striking through the air, blades slicing through reality and matter, destroying everything on their way. About fresh, warm blood spilling on the ground, making it slippery and sticky, about eyes matching the colour of the liquid as it gets on his face, soaking once white hair into red. It's about scars that don't heal, leaving the eternal marks on his body which are hidden under the bandages.

Bakugou Katsuki — it's about betrayal. About invisible knife that was just sharpened stabbing under the ribs, piercing the young heart again and again, about despair, about losing something you can't replace. About tons of forgotten wishes and dreams turning into ashes and disappearing in the silent abyss of nothing.

Bakugou Katsuki — it's about peace that is so much needed but never comes. It's about suffering that doesn't end. It's about hope that he himself threw away, knowing he can never take it back.

All his life is a search for a spot to rest the tired mind on.

He was blessed cursed the day he stared into the rainy sky with glassy eyes, holding his side and feeling the blood leaving his body, moveless, emotionless, almost breathless, with head empty with only the buzzling sound in his ears telling him about Death coming.

It didn't take him that day. It touched his shoulder, placed its hand on the wound, held it here and left, leaving Katsuki alone again.

It was always following him. Wrapping its arms around his head, messing with his thoughts, taking his sanity away day by day as he distanced himself from his classmates.

One one day he broke and fled. That was when the voices had finally shut up.

He was left alone again, but now he had only himself. His body. His mind.

"I heard thousands of stories about you, but never hoped to meet you."

This person who was holding an umbrella was unnaturally calm after seeing him take out the entire hero group in a matter of seconds. Their hair was matching his eyes: dark and deep.

Calming.

"You need an umbrella?"

He remained silent, the sword's blade in his hand still pulsating with dim dark purple light. They only chuckled and smiled softly.

"I'll take that as no, judging by your gaze."

They took a step forward — the blade flew up, pressing against the person's neck. They raised their hand, trying to get the sword down, but he remained still, increasing the pressure.

"Alright, I got you. Sorry."

He slowly lowered the blade to their torso, watching them step back where they were. They were, indeed, strange. All calm and smiley against the villain who was wanted dead or alive in the entire world.

"Please, listen to me."

And he suddenly felt nothing but calmness fill his mind and body as he dropped on his knee, his head hung low and the arm with a sword touching the ground. The rain stopped — they walked closer, the umbrella covering both the person and him. He saw them kneel in front of him, pushing the hair from his face aside so gently that it sent goosebumps down his spine, their fingers travelling to his neck and on his shoulder, caressing it. Then they spoke in a quiet, soothing voice:

"I have no intention to hurt you and do anything bad. How can I call you? What's your name?"

He shook his head, backing up a bit — just so little that they wouldn't have to reach out their hand for him.

"I don't remember it."

"Well, if so..." they looked to the sword he was holding, "may I call you Blade?"

Blade?..

...Sounds not so bad.

New-named Blade nodded as the person finally revealed theirselves too:

"My name is Kariage, but you can refer to me as Kafka, if you like that more."

Blade nodded again. The sword dissipated, and Kafka took his hand, rubbing the palm softly. The umbrella seemed to levitate on its own as he carefully pulled Blade closer, ruffling the once spiky, now only a little bit curly, hair and rubbling soothing circles into his shoulders.

And for the first time in years Blade let his guard down, closing his eyes and allowing Kafka to pull him into a warm, safe hug, relaxing against another man's shoulder. For a moment he waited for Kafka to push him away and wake up in the middle of the rain, but that didn't seem to end. Kariage's palms were taking the pain away and-

— giving him the peace he was looking for.

Yes, maybe he could become addicted, but if that is the price for that — yes, he would sacrifice himself for it.

And if Death wants to mess his life up again — well, Blade will see it try.

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Oh no my fingers moved on their own!!

btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors

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No because are you telling me that they are in KATSUKI’S DORM ROOM!!!?

And if you don’t believe me then just look at the headboards, walls and floor. They all match!

And NO! They are definitely NOT in Kirishima’s nor Todoroki’s nor Iida’s dorm room because they all have different layouts to their dorm room

And Kirishima’s and Iida’s headboards and walls don’t match Katsuki’s

PLUS! Todoroki doesn’t even use an actual bed he uses a mat. They both sleep differently Katsuki on the bed and Todoroki on the floor

ON TOP OF THAT! Do you really expect me to believe that Katsuki would casually lay on another person’s bed the way he is positioned?

I mean look!

Including the fact that he also laid in the same position on a bed during the first movie in HIS hotel room. This is an exception due to the fact that the hotel room is technically considered his room just for a night

Along with the fact that this is Katsuki’s dorm room, Katsuki would allow Kirishima over Todoroki and Iida to actually sit on his bed

Yeah it’s save to say that they are in Katsuki’s dorm room

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I hate those apps where ppl can see when you view their profile cause whenever I view someone profile on accident or just cause I wanna see their bio or smth they think I'm stalking them pls😭

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reblogging this bcs EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE THIS SM AAAAAA🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 THEYRE SO BABYYYYY NVJCIENWOWJEUWJS ILYYYY

A KariBaku prompt: Guess I Just Have A Way With You

For all my KariBaku lovers (@itzairiii, thanks for the comment! I really appreciate it!)

This one's partically inspired by the oneshot I've previously published (no, the fact that I am writing this and that works at 1 a.m. doesn't count). Anyways, back to the story

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Katsuki didn't care about others. At all.

They meant nothing to him, he meant nothing to them. Perfectly balanced, as Thanos would say.

That wasn't always like that. When he was small and young, he was a happy bun with huge eyes and a wide smile. So what happened so he became silent and indifferent?

Well, many things happened.

First of all, his family. Katsuku moved to his grandmother when he turned 12 and lived with her in her house, where he has had been noticed every day. Where he was met with a hug every day after school. Where he could not hold back a smile which wasn't needed because he had never smiled since then.

Second, his friends. Growing up, Katsuki saw that they stayed with him to get protection, for his power and interest in beating Deku up and not for his personality. He had dropped out from Aldera and moved to a different school before attending UA, where, of course, were people that found him "interesting". Kirishima was annoying, honestly. Thinking he could deserve the non-neutral reaction to his existance. Ha. He was wrong.

Third, Deku. This annoying motherfucker with this worried face. Katsuku was trying his best not to hit it back there, in Aldera. Well, sometimes he managed to do so.

He. Was. O. Fucking. Kay.

There was no need to walk on your tiptoes around him, asking in a most polite way about his health and home life. Katsuki had stopped screaming four years ago.

Fourth.

There was one guy whom he called Kariage for his hair style. A calm and understanding person with a good sense of humor. Katsuki could not explain this, but he liked spending time with him.

Kariage was just... different.

He moved to America, then came back to Japan and got in UA, General Course. Katsuki greeted him as an old friend, and they had a talk after school. A talk that Katsuki couldn't forget for some reason.

But he didn't feel love. He didn't love. He couldn't.

Kariage didn't have a house to live in, but Katsuki invited him to live with Granny — and he said "yes". Spontaneous decision leading to a spontaneous result.

They reunited as the closest friends, and Katsuki knew he could tell Kariage everything and he would listen and understand. Something, however, stopped him.

The school was hard, the time was always running out, so Katsuki was getting more and more tired. Plus, his classmates were draining all of his energy.

He could not say correctly when did it start, but approximately the first sigh appeared in October.

It was a coffee on a small round table near the couch he'd fallen asleep on and a warm blanket covering him.

Katsuki liked coffee.

From that moment his life had started to change.

Soon after accidental touches appeared, Kariage would shake Katsuki's hand for a longer time, brushing his fingers unnoticeably when it ended. On the movie nights he would sit closer to the blonde, their hands touching so slightly, but it was burning stronger then his own quirk.

The first not-family hug Katsuki experienced when he returned after being captured by League of Villains, and even though he hated them, for some reason Kariage's hug felt different. The way he ruffled the spiky hair, the way he soothingly rubbed circles into tired shoulders, the way he whispered his first name into his ear — that all combined gave Katsuki a feeling of being protected, being needed here, in this small house near the sea. As the cops came to ask questions, Kariage insisted in coming too, and he held Katsuki's hand under the table to soothe him while he was answering the questions.

Surprisingly for Katsuki, the hugs didn't stop. No, Kariage would hug him, not for a long time, but they were worth it. So Katsuki began to return them. The first time he did so, Kariage just smiled and ruffled his hair.

Needless to say, he would never allow any of his classmates be as close to him as Kariage was.

Katsuki was an early bird, but when he woke up after a movie night and discovered himself in a warm and comfortable embrace, head laying on Kariage's shoulder, he decided not to get up and sleep a little bit more.

All these memories flashed through Katsuki's mind while he was laying in the couch, head on Kariage's shoulder, one arm wrapped around his waist and another one around his neck, playing lazily with his hair.

"How did it come to this?" he muttered quietely into the space. Kariage smiled before answering:

"Guess I just have a way with you."