I Had The Shiniest Wheels, Now They're Rusting

obsessed with the idea that katsuki just never thinks about romance at all bc he doesn't deem it important so when he first comes across feelings of wanting to be by izuku's side "for the rest of our lives" he just assumes it to be a twisted form of high-commitment long-term rivalry or something lmao

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mitsuki: what you said to izuku in the hospital.. was basically a proposal, wasn't it? its rare to see you so sappy.

katsuki: ? proposal for what

mitsuki: ..marriage?

katsuki:

katsuki, only just remembering that the concept of romance and marriage exists:

katsuki, slowly coming to the realization that his feelings towards izuku are not only of rivalry: oh

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sneak peak on a oneshot i'm working on :)

some of the best pulls i’ve gotten thus far :)

omg i DID get a prismatic evolutions etb but i didnt pull anything !! i heard the pull rates were terrible but still…

hopefully i can get some more in the future :)

man, i just realized the name and the pictures make this look so happy... spoiler alert its not.

hehe

i've had a crazy last few weeks, BUT i've cooked up an idea i'm super excited for! Here's a sneak peak at The Bearer Of The Sun God a chapter fic i'm working on!

Sneak peak @ The Bearer of The Sun God !

The Bearer Of The Sun God

Abused! Katsuki x Sunshine! Izuku where Katsuki will do anything to ignore the fact that he is deeply not okay, even if it means pushing away everyone in his life.

Very Moon x Sun vibes

Chapter names might change, this is still a pretty rough idea, but I thought it might be fun to put this out there.

If you've seen my posts about Code: Glycerine, that's what this is currently turning into, though it's changed a lot, but the main scene I wanted to write for that oneshot will be in this chapter fic!

I'll keep updating you guys on the progress!

Deku “my legs moved on their own” Midoriya and Kacchan “can I still catch up to you” Bakugou

honestly it's so satisfying, makes me not want to type anymore

Code: Glycerine

Since I put up a poll for the fic i'm gonna focus on, I thought I’d go ahead and share some excerpts from the two fics I haven’t shared anything from yet!

The one for code:fish will come soon! Here's my spin on bring your parents to school day ! (This will focus on darker themes/have graphic depictions of violence)

“Students! Don’t forget that this upcoming Tuesday is Bring-Your-Parents-to-School Day! Attendance is required for all parents unless otherwise excused by me—your principal! Thank you for joining me in upholding this exciting new tradition, one that I’m sure will become a cherished event for years to come. That concludes today’s announcements. And remember—PLUS ULTRA!”

The tinny buzz of the PA system died with a click, leaving the room eerily still. Katsuki clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to let out a very loud, very public groan. Of course, this was Nezu’s latest bright idea—one of his many elaborate ploys to salvage UA’s battered reputation.

“Bring-Your-Parents-to-School-Day.”

God. The words alone made him feel like throwing something. Ever since UA’s reputation took a nosedive, thanks to villains treating students like appetizers at an all-you-can-eat buffet, Nezu had been working overtime to make the school seem invincible again. Rebuilding UA’s prestige wasn’t just his mission—it was an obsession. 

And this latest stunt? 

A PR exercise wrapped up in a neat little bow of so-called "parent-child bonding.” How typical.

The official excuse was painfully wholesome: It’s a chance for parents to see firsthand the amazing young heroes their children are blossoming into!

Gross.

Parents. 

At UA. 

Watching him and his classmates. 

Katsuki could already hear the awkward murmurs, see the invasive camera flashes, feel the judgment of it all—and he hated it with every fiber of his being. More specifically, he hated the thought of her coming.

Mitsuki Bakugo.

He had stumbled across the announcement a week ago, pinned to some dumb school newsletter in the common area. His brain had barely managed to register the words before his vision tunneled, his ears ringing. By the time the red haze cleared, he’d bolted back to his room, slammed the door, and let the freak-out commence.

He cranked the volume on his speakers to near-apocalyptic levels, and drowned the world in thrashing guitars and drumbeats sharp enough to shred his spiraling thoughts. Normally, he liked his music calculated and refined—classical pieces that let him sort through his mess of a brain. 

But anything involving Mitsuki Bakugo required chaos.

The music—mostly heavy rock and screamo, the angriest stuff he could find—did what it could. It wasn’t perfect. It couldn’t be. Memories and dread crawled out of the deepest, ugliest corners of his mind, uninvited. Mitsuki, cutting him down with one snide comment after another. Mitsuki, yelling with her wine glass in hand. Mitsuki, dismissing every shred of effort he’d poured into himself as if it didn’t even matter. But most prevalent was memories of that night. 

It always circled back to Mitsuki.

And that was when Iida had materialized.

Like some sort of overzealous apparition, Iida barged into Katsuki’s rapidly imploding bubble, clearly summoned by the earth-rattling music reverberating through the walls. “Bakugo!” he had shouted, surly gesturing wildly like a poorly done marathon runner impersonation. His muffled voice barely cut through the sonic onslaught, and honestly, Katsuki hadn’t even tried to make sense of it. Not because he didn’t care—well, okay, mostly because he didn’t care—but also because his mind was far too busy spiraling into every worst-case scenario this whole parent day debacle might bring.

When Katsuki ignored him, Iida made the bold (and stupid) decision to enter the room. He didn’t just crack the door open to be annoying—no, the idiot strode in like this was some life-or-death safety drill and not Katsuki’s business. Katsuki whirled to face him, armed and ready to fling a biting remark. But then came the kicker, the absolute icing on the catastrophe cake:

“Bakugo… have you been.. crying?”

It hit like a sucker punch to the gut.

Katsuki froze, the flames of indignation choking him in his chest. Crying? Since when the hell did he cry? Never. And why the hell would he be crying now? Sure, his chest might’ve been tight and his breathing a little uneven, but that was just because—because of… well, anything else, okay?

The nerve. The audacity.

Katsuki reverted back to his middle school self.

“You think I cry? Are you fucking stupid? Were you dropped on your fucking head as a baby?” Katsuki barked, cutting through both the blaring music and Iida’s holier-than-thou concern. 

He shoved past the taller boy, fists clenched tightly at his sides. “Get the fuck out of my room before I blow your stupid ass glasses off your fucking face!”

And so, Iida had left, likely muttering something self-righteous under his breath about boundaries or proper coping mechanisms. 

Katsuki didn’t care. 

Not about him, not about his classmates, and sure as hell not about this stupid Bring-Your-Parents day.

local writer reads comments lying on bed like school girl kicking her feet and giggling