#blasty

[red-riot-gives-you-wings]

Happy Birthday Katsuki!!!! I wish I could have finished this sooner but school work got in the way. It’s been a long year even though it’s only April.

I made three different versions if anyone wants to use them just please credit me. 🥳

[spotlightstudios]

Hi guys, I'm insane again

(This was originally a full two-page piece of Blasty and Linden, but I had to scrap it for a different 2-page piece using the other side, so I had to improvise 🙏)

[flame-in-the-wind]

[bonkybee]

I just think he’s neat…

[moonstonejpg]

PDA drabble (k. bakugou x reader)

cw: hand holding (moans)

I know we have all talked about how Katsuki wouldn’t be super into PDA but listen!! I have this specific picture in my head!!!

he’d be walking alongside you, and he’d notice your hand just kind of, dangling? down by your side. he glances over a few times, tuning out of the conversation entirely, his gaze wholly focused on your empty hand.

then he notices a couple walking on the other side of the street, hands clasped as they walk with their heads bowed together, rosy cheeks and boisterous laughter coming from the pair.

he eyes your hand again, then huffs, hand snapping out to gently slip his palm in yours.

the touch causes your brain to short circuit, halting your chattering. you weren’t expecting the warm palm now enveloping your own, and you stare openly at him in shock.

but he’d keep his gaze ahead, ignoring your curious eyes.

then he’d intertwine your fingers together without looking at you, the tops of his cheeks rosy as he stared straight ahead. “better.” He’d grumble under his breath.

because he doesn’t quite know how to be the best boyfriend in the world yet, but he’s determined as hell to get this right.

[montereybayaquarium]

Shrimp. Shramp. Shrump!

Shellebrate the wonderful world of shrimp (and their shrimp-like friends) with this playful parody of “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch”. We promise by the end, you’ll want to hug a deep-sea shrimp, squeal about cleaner shrimp, and be fascinated by mysid shrimp!

If you weren’t shrimpressed before, we’re sea-rtain this song will krilly change your tune!

[willowser]

awww, also. katsuki being generally a bit private with his family, even with his friends, so when he and his little boy go to the kaminari kid's birthday, they're all so surprised when katsuki's son marches up to him and insists he wear a birthday hat and slaps a froggy sticker on the front of his nice shirt—and katsuki just. allows it. keeps on with his conversation like it's nothing. and all his pals are watching like 🥺🥺🥺🩷✨️

[thelittlegirlinwonderland]

what it's like being in the mha fandom

[catsoupki]

CHP. FIVE | YOU'LL FALL IN LOVE ON YOUR OWN PACE (WITH MY LITTLE THINGS)

SUMMARY: Katsuki has settled into a routine-like dance with you ever since your debut as a hero. He takes care of you like harmonious clockwork, but as he peels layer after layer, he’s caught up with his own tantalising feelings when he finds your blood staining his hands. You teach him, slowly, of what it means to fall in love.

TAGS: pro hero au, fem reader, banter, hurt/comfort

CHAPTER LENGTH: 1,288 | SERIES MASTERLIST

When you wake up, the sight before you is beyond gorgeous. 

Last night, plagued by the heavy sleepiness in the afterglow of sex, you two had tumbled onto the bed before he had the chance to shut the curtains. Now, rays of golden sunlight stroke themselves across Katsuki’s face meekly, as if they’ve afraid of being grazed by the sharp corners of his visage. The ash blond of his hair becomes sandy in colour, edges rounded as he stirs in his sleep. You breathe, and you get lungs full of him— woody caramel sweetness. 

You fight the urge to hold his face with all your might, so much so that your concentration wakes him from his slumber. He looks domestic in the way he slowly blinks to get the drowsiness out of his eyes, eyelids barely staying open as his pupils begin to focus, and you see the moment everything registers in his head, the memories flowing from last night and the view in front of him right now clicking— and he lets his eyes widen and his lips part, before yawning and rolling into the bed again, with you in his inescapable hold. 

Getting up proves to be difficult after that, only with the umpteenth ringing of your alarms that you finally decide it’s time to leave the safe haven and begin your day. 

You can tell he’s in a chirpy mood, despite not being a morning person. The way he shuffles from hallway to bathroom and back, the way he slips on his clothes, they’re all done with less aggression. 

You also cannot deny that your mood has been lifted from the slight change in routine. Your morning run was shorter— two minutes faster than your usual time; when you had your shower at the agency, the cold water hit your back more pleasantly; usually insufferable sidekicks became more compliant, easier to deal with. 

An hour before your first patrol, your manager stalks into your office with a cheshire grin, demanding you to tell her every little detail of last night’s rendezvous with the Nation’s favourite hero. You put up little fight, though you knew you’d tell her someday anyway, you comply and begin the retelling of your favourite story, how careful he had held you in his palms, how loving he had been shampooing your hair, and all the other moments in between that are still burned into your mind as clear as day. 

Your work goes by in a breeze. You find that little inconveniences in your life can be smoothed over by imagining how Katsuki looks when he wakes up, but recalling might be a better word. 

It’s six o’clock, you’re packing up and getting ready to leave the office, your glass desk is wiped clean, shreds of paper thrown away. The door knob is cool when you hold it, you have your earphones in your pocket, for when you finish greeting the passionate interns working overtime out in the hall with tight-lipped smiles. 

The evening sun is particularly orange when it hits the tall potted plants, giving the sacramento leaves a brownish shine; the off-white walls look old, like they’ve already been filled with memories of past owners. When you walk through the corridors and lobbies, you’re thankful that you haven't lost your quirk, your heartbeat, nor your Katsuki. Maybe a few months back, the disappearances of these everyday occurrences wouldn’t cross your mind, they’re regular constants in your life that have made their markings on you— made you a mosaic of them. It strikes you that just as Magnesium is a metal, death is always walking next to you, no matter where you go, he’ll be stepping with you when you cross the road, when you go on the balcony, and when you cook dinner. An inescapable truth that cannot be denied by anyone, not even the most powerful parts of society. 

So when you leave the door of your agency and see a familiar-looking Lexus parked on the side of the road, with that unruly bunch of blond hair that you’ve found yourself too enraptured by, your smile is uncontrollably vehement. 

When Katsuki drives you home, it’s done without a word. You know this path by turn, every street name and every corner is familiar, you know that he’ll strum his fingers against the steering wheel aimlessly while he waits for the red lights to turn green, and when he pulls into his penthouse building’s parking lot, you know that the monthly cost is roughly ¥70000 and that his assistant pays it on the first day of each month. 

You know him, so you’re not surprised when he opens the door for you, his house unfurled and vulnerable in the dimming golden rays, laid bare in front of you, letting you take in all its glory when it’s still daytime, and similarly, you do the same to him, Katsuki. 

You think he had just finished showering before he came to pick you up, the way his hair sticks up is funny-looking, wild in every sense of the word, when he walks past you to grab your bags and shoes to set them down, the woody scent trails after him. You wonder whether you look awkward and out of place, unmoving in the entry with your hands at your sides, covered in fabrics that are dark in an apartment that is warm and next to a person who is bright. 

He doesn’t let you think far, he soon takes your hand in his, and gently leads you to his living room, where your feet drag and thump on the carpet in dull thuds. He leaves you, awkward and out of place, in the middle of the room, in front of the TV and next to the signed All Might poster he framed, he walks over to the— oh, the record player you gave him for his first ‘Hero of the Year’ award. It’s placed neatly on a dark wooden stand, and under it are stacks of vinyls, from local bands to overseas artists that you introduced to him, he clicks it on and gravity takes you with both hands as you put one foot in front of another, stumbling along the rhythm of music. 

Bakugou has always been a hummer, but when he sings to you for the first time tonight, it’s thick and heavy, laced with something he can’t say aloud, it sounds a lot like a confession that soothes over you like a second skin.

In a few, dinner will be served, you two will eat shoulder to shoulder with a quiet chatter, and in between are the whispers and soft spoken words, as if there’s someone eavesdropping behind you, he’ll lean closer towards you as the night settles in, drowsiness and exhaustion will begin to creep onto the way he speaks and into the way he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. 

In an hour, you’ll be hands deep into his sink, scrubbing hard at the dishes while he stands next to you with a torn rag in hand and with a dish rack to his right, he’ll take the two plates and the four chopsticks you hand him, then he’ll place them tidily into the rack, like you’ve been doing this for years— like harmonious clockwork. 

You’ll shower, then his fingers will tease and dance around yours under the sheets, you’ll feel for his callouses, the rock solid proof of his hard work, and you won’t be able to brush lotion onto them, but only snuggle your head closer and tighter and more intimately to his shoulder. 

He’ll learn to say I love you on his own terms, he’s got all the time in the world. 

[bunpiry]

I want them to appear in trolls 3

[spotlightstudios]

Prof Linden my beloved <3

[glitterhearth]

been trying out the art thing recently

[aimfor-theheart]

oh oh cielo !! 🥺 can i be so predictable and request a bakugou monster drabble ? akthrhejqk monster is up to you tho dear !!! kissa you 😌🦇✨️

willow!! of course you can request a lil bakugou monster drabble!! and since you gave me dealers choice on monster…..i am actually going to do….vampire!reader with bakugou…..a lil taste of blasty boy…..

i hope you enjoy!! kissa you back 😘💕

cw: blood, vampire feeding

***

“I’m not scared.” Katsuki snaps at you. His shoulders are tense, though, and you can hear the irregular jump of his heart. You can see the color in his cheeks, too.

“I didn’t say you were.” You counter, quirking a brow.

“Then—just fucking—do it.”

Your smile is an amused curl; a cat that has got its angry, little canary.

“Easy, tiger.” You respond, “I’m not a barbarian. I don’t want to—“

You search for the right words, humming.

“Make a mess of you.”

Katsuki swallows hard, eyes as red as a rose, flickering up to your face.

“You’re dragging this out.” He accuses.

“I’m trying to be considerate.” You counter, stepping towards him. You step up in front of him, towering over him so that he has to tip his head up to look at you. It exposes the column of his throat. He spreads his legs a little, just fractionally, but you take that as invitation; you stand between his knees and gaze down at him.

(And really, he just thinks you’re playing with your food.)

“It’s fine,” he grunts, leaning back, “just—quit taking so long.”

You tsk, “and here I thought I’d be the impatient one. You’d think you’re the one who hasn’t eaten in days.”

“Keep wasting time and I’ll retract my agreement to this.” He snaps.

You sigh, but finally bring your knee up to settle on the couch outside of his own leg.

And just like that, you’re straddling his waist.

His hands hover, uncertain for a moment.

Oh, his poor heart.

You can hear it jump and pump and gush, quickening, tempo rising. Your mouth waters.

You touch his jaw delicately.

His hands settle tentatively on the flare of your waist.

You tip forward, eager, suddenly starving when you catch the river of a vein in his throat. Your nose nudges gently at his jaw, down to his neck. You try to control yourself. His hands squeeze uncertainly at your waist.

“Hold still for me?” You murmur.

He inhales sharply, in hot pain, when your teeth bare down on the tender line of his throat.

You groan.

His hands grasp at you, bruising, and tight. You think he can’t decide if he’s trying to get away or nearer to you.

He thrashes a little, contrary to your request, and you press harder into his shoulders. You urge him to sink back into the couch—it should only be another moment before—

His muscles, large and threatening, suddenly slacken.

His head lolls backwards a little and you catch it carefully. Cradle it like a babe.

Blood is warm and heady on your tongue.

You detach yourself only to look at his face for a moment. His eyes are dilated and hazy, heavy-lidded. Such a strong and stubborn man, such an uptight and difficult man, now soothed. Now putty in your hands.

“There,” you praise, “just lay back and relax. I’ll take care of you now.”

And this time, when you latch onto his neck, it’s his hand, broad and warm, that comes up to cradle your skull.

To hold you in place.

Your smile curves against his bloodied skin.

A cat that’s caught its canary.

***

idk what this is jfkdjskdjsk hope you enjoyed will!!!

send me a monster + a character and i’ll write a drabble!

[alterrune]

ALTERNARUNE: FINAL MISSION - RETURN OF THE MAMMALIANS

(After assembling the 3 pieces of the machine to form a giant shredder and having the Advisor shred the fuzzy ooze surrounding the rocket, we all make a mad dash to the top of the rocket, where, strangely enough, the defenses that were there before are no longer active. But finally, after a mad dash to the top...)

Guys! Over here!

(...we see Cuttlefish, who, aside from a few minor scratch marks, is perfectly fine.)

Craig! Are you okay?

Don't worry about me, squiddo. Worry about Grizz.

(And as if on cue...)

Ah. So we finally meet face-to-face, employees.

...YOU. Alright, you big teddy bear, last chance to back down before things get ugly.

We at Grizzco appreciate your feedback. Unfortunately, any feedback will no longer be applied at this time. We are launching our grandest plan yet.

And what would that "grandest plan" entail?

(The rocket fires up, with Grizz hanging onto it by the side.)

It entails the end of your employment, and the end of the world as you know it.

You are hereby relieved of duty and will be replaced by mammalians who will obey my every order.

Don't call it Hairmageddon, by the way. H.R. doesn't like that.

Have a nice end of days.

(The rocket launches off into space.)

"Oh dear. Without a way to get up there, we won't be able to beat Grizz."

"What are we going to do?"

HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!

(It's Deep Cut...and Off The Hook?)

We have a plan! Watch this. Eels, dance formation: TOWERING WHIRLPOOL!

(Frye's eels suddenly spin into a giant towering whirlpool, stretching all the way into the sky.)

Master Mega, give these guys a ride, would you?

(Shiver's giant shark then surfaces from the giant whirlpool, ready to drive us upwards.)

Here. You guys may need these.

Yeah, you can't breathe in space, so Rina, Acht and I made these for you.

Well, the New Squidbeak Splatoon made them. We just made some improvements.

Go ahead. Put them on.

Space Gear equipped!

Go get 'em, CSB.

(The Space Gear seems to be a more high-tech version of our regular Agent Gear, but now painted completely black with accents matching our colors. Mine is navy blue, Alter's is red, Violet's is purple, Henry's is light blue, Ellie's is hot pink, Laurence's is grey, and Lily's is pastel pink.)

(With that, we all quickly get on Master Mega and drive up into the sky. After we get enough distance, we all super-jump to Grizz's location.)

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼-

(Landing right at the end of the rocket, Grizz notices us right away.)

HEY, FUCKFACE! YOU CAN'T GET RID OF US THAT EASILY!

(Everyone looks at me in shock at finally speaking at a normal volume.)

Finally healed up, eh?

Yeah, I've finally reached the point where I don't need that stupid tape recorder anymore.

YOU STILL PERSIST?! EVEN AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE THROWN AT YOU?

We're stubborn.

Yeah, it's just what we do.

YOU HAVE BEEN RELIEVED OF DUTY. I BELIEVE YOU SEVEN DESERVE A BREAK. NOW COME OVER HERE...

...SO I CAN BREAK YOU!!!

Not a chance, pal.

Let's do this.

(The seven of us then proceed to fight Mister Grizz. He uses a lot of attacks on us, rotates the rocket, and even tries to send out his fuzzy goons to try and kill us. But none of them work. We eventually corner him at the tip of the rocket and aim our weapons at him.)

You give up yet, or are you thirsty for more?

I BELIEVE IT IS TIME FOR PLAN B. GRRRAAAAHHHH!!!!

(Suddenly, Grizz tears into the rocket, and absorbs all the fuzzy ooze inside of it! The rocket's outer hull violently explodes, sending us into the deep reaches of space...)

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼-

(...that is, until we land on something with a CLUNK.)

YO YO YO! This is DJ BL3ND3R, comin' atcha live from the depths of space with a track that'll flip this battle on it's head!

(It's Dystopiac! Or, rather, his alter ego, "DJ BL3ND3R". He seems to have come in clutch with a giant flying turntable spacecraft, which manages to catch all of us.)

Say it with me now!

THAT HEAVENLY MELODY!

THE ONE AND ONLY!

CALAMARI INKANTATION!!!

(Suddenly, a burst of energy flows through all of us. I know that song has powerful properties, but even I wasn't expecting this. It seems that all the sea life wants us to win, and by god, we will.)

Let's fucking go.

I'mma charge up a Booyah Bomb for this big pile of fur, but I need y'all to watch my six for me. Can y'all do it?

Of course we can. We'll distract him for a bit.

(We then proceed to fend off a whole boatload of enemies that Grizz sends our way. It takes about a solid minute of fighting, but eventually...)

BOOYAH!!!

(Dystopiac fires off a MASSIVE Booyah Bomb directly onto Mr. Grizz's face. The energy causes the remaining parts of the rocket to begin crackling with energy, mere seconds from exploding.)

I see how it is. Fine. You win. I will be resigning as leader of Grizzco Industries henceforth.

I'll tell H.R. to give you 999 of each type of seashell as severence pay.

And one last message for the CSB:

FUCK. YOU.

(The rocket fully explodes, vaporizing all the fuzzy ooze in the explosion, and sending Grizz helplessly falling back down to Earth.)

C'mon, y'all. Let's bounce.

(We then head back down to Splatsville.)

-🔺💜🔵💕✍🏼-

A FEW HOURS LATER...

Breaking News from the Anarchy Splatcast!

"Listen up, it's going down."

"Repping the Splatlands, we are Deep Cut!"

"Anarchy Splatcast! We're live!"

"Here we go!"

"You lip sync, we drip ink..."

"Shiver, Frye, and Big Man!"

-----

"Breaking news, you two!"

"Uh...Big Man? There's no Splatfest planned."

"(sigh) Even if there was one, I'd lose it, anyways."

"It's not that! Splatsville's Great Zapfish has finally been recovered!"

"REALLY?! I thought it was lost for good in some kind of explosion!"

"Actually, it was hurt, but it wasn't dead. After some care was given to it, it was able to finally come home!"

"Yeah. Wonder how it---"

(door opens)

Sorry, but we're not letting this stay under wraps.

"OW! HEY! WATCH IT!"

People of Splatsville, we are the ColorStreak Battalion. And you have us and many others to thank for saving you all from a fuzzy end.

You all know Mr. Grizz, right? The guy who runs all those Salmon Run shifts? Well guess what? He wanted to turn your entire world into a giant ball of fuzzy ooze to "return to mammalian times" or whatever, and all those Golden Eggs you were collecting helped fuel that.

Had it not been for the marvelous talents of Callie & Marie of the Squid Sisters, Pearl & Marina of Off The Hook, DJ Dedf1sh aka Acht Mizuta, Shiver, Frye & Big Man of Deep Cut, Harmony of Chirpy Chips fame & her pet goldfish Synth, PMD!Kyle & Blastie (a Persian/Blastoise Pokémon duo known as Team Waternorm), the New Squidbeak Splatoon agents Dystopiac, Eight, & their Advisor, and the awesome beats of DJ BL3ND3R, you all would be under that big bear's control right now. This was no one-man show.

Yeah. And thanks to us, you are all safe and sound. We didn't want this story to go completely untold and not have people celebrate us, so we decided to tell you all ourselves.

By the way, this notice from Grizzco is adressed to all of you. It says:

To all employees of Grizzco Industries:

I, Mr. Grizz, will be stepping down as CEO of Grizzco industries. As you no doubt are aware, I have done some heinous acts that used all of you as pawns.

My statue in the lobby will be replaced with a new one that will link to your new CEO, a cat by the name of L'il Judd. My original plan was to have the original Judd replace me, but his work as a referee conflicts schedules far too much for that to work. Do not worry, L'il Judd will be a fine boss.

I am sorry for what I have done, and do not expect forgiveness. I tried to destroy the entire world, why would anyone forgive me for that?

Regardless, I would like to clarify that operations will be the same as before. We will simply be under new management.

I thank you for your time with me, and hope to see the golden egg count continue to skyrocket.

Goodbye, and farewell.

- Mr. Grizz

Hm. Seems like he's actually realizing the error of his ways!

Honey, considering he lost all his fur in that explosion in space, I think he's got no choice anymore. Oh, by the way, WE WENT TO SPACE. We actually stopped him with the help of DJ BL3ND3R, who shot the final Booyah Bomb that stopped his plans for good.

Come to think of it, we haven't even introduced ourselves.

Let's go from the top, shall we?

Indeed. In order, our names are Alter, Violet, Henry, Ellie, Kyle, Laurence, and Lily.

The 5 of us are the ColorStreak Battalion. Laurence and Lily usually fight from the sidelines, but they're still just as much to thank for saving the world as we are.

"Okay then."

"Hey, uh, just letting everyone know: We still hate the Squid Sisters' guts."

"Our leader's right. We still hate them, we just were forced to work with them."

"Regardless of such, we would like to thank you for being with us during such a rough time in Splatsville."

"We no longer have to siphon power from Inkopolis Plaza, even though we REALLY want to keep doing that."

"And just in time for Christmas, too! My little siblings will be THRILLED to know we can light up the tree again!"

"Yeah, without blowing a fuse in the apartment this time. Dystopiac was really ticked about that one."

"Well, then, that wraps things up in a neat little bow, doesn't it?"

Indeed it does, Shiver.

-----

"And that's it, for now."

"Ooh, spicy!"/"Let's get out of here."

"From all of us in Splatsville, and from the CSB, that's a wrap!"

"CATCH YA LATER!"

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

[readyfreddy]

You have to listen to Chappell Roan!!! She’s great!

I know that this has been sitting in my ask box for a while, sorry <3. I've been listening to her music a decent amount (I had limited internet access over the summer and it was sometimes hard to stream new music)

I'm a pink pony girlie <3

[kirisredriot]

As I was driving home today in the pouring rain I was driving behind a black Chevy Camaro variant and all I could think was Bakugou would drive that car and now I can’t unsee it