book smart, street smart

fatenet-rp || bakugou, katsuki

[bakug-owo]

noise™

[bakug-owo]

kimixnoxkioku:

Well, ain’t he such a potty mouth, but the female blonde remains silent, listening intently with a straight face as he reads through the piece of paper that is most likely a list of his readings

“I’ll see what I can do.” After that quick response, Aigis immediately turns her attention back to the computer in front of her, fingers quickly typing away on the keyboard to search through the online archive. The quickest method to find the books you need. After a minute or so,he sea blue eyes looks back up to the spiky-haired lad

“You’re in luck, we have some copies available.” She told him. “I’ll go have them collected if you’d like” Since he did just said that he doesn’t know the way around the place and all….

          “Any way for you to speed this shit up even further?” Bakugou didn’t want to tell the chick how to do her job but god, the less time he had to spend waiting or doing nothing the better.

    He crumpled the paper and slid it back into his pocket, even though he didn’t really need it anymore and throwing it out was a viable option. It just didn’t feel right, leaving it in some random trashcan.

[bakug-owo]

preciousfae:

Without his earbuds in his ears playing music, Engel’s attention would dart from place to place depending on the strains of speech and conversation that his ears picked up on. He made for a rather unassuming figure as he kept to himself as he walked down the street. 

At least until he caught a strange sentence and he glanced up from where he’d been watching his feet, furrowing his eyebrows and making a conflicted expression when he found the guy that had said those words. Rather close to where Engel had stopped walking.

Did… did things just spontaneously start smoking? Would that count as spontaneous combustion? What kind of strange thing was the guy carrying if it ran such a risk?

    Ah, fuck, he’d been spotted. Bakugou adopted a more aggressive expression with ease and directed a fearsome glare at the complete stranger. It wasn’t any of their fucking business if the thing in his hands was starting to make soft popping noises now.

          “Shit.” The blond immediately directs his gaze back to the box and shifted it into one hand. He really didn’t want to open it but at this point what fucking choice did he have. Except...

          “Hey, shitface, hold this for me.” He snapped at the unfortunate person who’d slowed to watch. It didn’t matter if they were taller than him, Bakugou was not backing down now.

[bakug-owo]

| open starter! |

    If littering wasn’t completely against the law Bakugou would’ve tossed the finely decorated tin of... something that smelled mildly concerning to his sensitive nose.

            “If this starts fucking smoking I’m just gonna toss it... yeet.” The last bit was mumbled, obviously not meant to be heard.

[bakug-owo]

OOC;;

wasn’t this supposed to be showing off bakugou’s good points...? I sincerely apologize on my boy’s behalf, everyone

[bakug-owo]

☼(think of the most over the top fake-sounding praise ever)

SEND A SYMBOL TO...

☼ - … compliment my muse.

          “Damn, I never thought I’d meet someone who’s shitty hair looked exactly like the eggplant-based science project I fucking bombed in fourth grade. Congrats.”

    And he really meant it, too. Sure, it wasn’t the worst hair color around, he’d seen a chick with green hair and also Jirou-fucking-Kyouka, but yikes, if he was born with that shade of hair...

    Bakugou wondered if there was permanent hair-dye out there. Otherwise, he would’ve chosen to be bald for the rest of his life.

[bakug-owo]

☛♋ ( look babe i need hound being embarrassed and i know you do too)

SEND A SYMBOL TO…

☛ - … tell my muse a cheesy pickup line.

    Bakugou was really no good at this kind of thing. He always came off too strong, too powerful, too forced… probably because this kind of thing made him want to retch.

    Still, he was hardly one to back away from a challenge, and if was going to stoop that low he would do so as the lowest but also the most fucking stylish cheesy pickup line artist around.

          “Hey, shit-dog, you must be one helluva thief because you stole my heart from across the fucking room!”

[bakug-owo]

♛

SEND A SYMBOL TO…

♛- …dare my muse to do something silly. 

          “What the fuck makes you think I’m gonna do that.” Bakugou was hot and emotion-driven, not stupid. He wasn’t about to embarrass himself in public or anything like that.

          “If you want to see someone start a shitty conga line through fucking intimidation alone, you do it, fuckmunch, and I’ll tape you so you can see it... eventually.”

[bakug-owo]

☕

SEND A SYMBOL TO…

☕ - … make our muses share a cup of chocolate.

    Did Hiyori still not trust his cooking skills? If Bakugou was the type to make a big fuss over things (hah) he’d certainly get all up and arms about this, one of the things he absolutely excelled at.

          “Fine, I see you need sufficient evidence.”

    He snagged the dainty tea-cup back and took an equally dainty sip, mindful not to spill the precious contents just because he wanted Hiyori to hurry up and drink her DAMN hot cocoa.

          “There. Now if it’s - I don’t fucking know, poisoned, maybe I’ll die too.” He placed it back in front of her and sat back with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. “Happy now?”

[bakug-owo]

♛

SEND A SYMBOL TO…

♛- …dare my muse to do something silly. 

          “Too. Fucking. Easy.”

    In usual circumstances, Bakugou would’ve immediately refused the dare, just on policy, but hey, when pride was taken into account the blond was a weak and fire-hearted fool. This guy would get annoying if he refused, anyway.

    With his burrito in one hand, he dropped into a raised push-up position as if he was about to do a set but instead of dropping into a low push-up he kicked his legs up so that he was doing a one-handed handstand.

          “Had your laughs? Can I get down now, you sneaky shit?”

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send a symbol to...

[When possible, send ♋  to invert the roles!]

♛- …dare my muse to do something silly. ☎ - … call my muse in the middle of the night. ☼ - … compliment my muse. ◭- .. make my muse reveal a secret to yours. ♬- … make our muses sing together. ☕ - … make our muses share a cup of chocolate. ❤- … cuddle my muse. ☛ - … tell my muse a cheesy pick up line. ☆ - … make our muses go shopping together. ❦ - …propose to my muse. ✏- … receive a cute letter from my muse. 유 - … hug my muse tightly. ✔- … make our muses play video games together.

[bakug-owo]

noise™

[bakug-owo]

kimixnoxkioku:

Aigis was diligently doing her library duties like usual. The blonde is not often assigned t work for front desk, she’s currently just there to manage some files on the computer real quick.

As she was busy typing away on the keyboard she started hearing hushed voices talking about some scary guy.

The librarian was was just about to see what was the fuss about, but the first thing she sees was a young man with messy hair. A grumpy expression evident on his face.

Her cerulean eyes notices several passersby and hearing those same whispers once again. So this must be the “scary guy” then?

“Yes? How may I help you?” Good thing Aigis was a professional girl and replied calmly

    First try. Not that it was hard to deduce since she looked very bookish and was sitting behind a counter; not like she could refuse him service just like he looked like he was constantly about to blow a fucking gasket.

          “That’s fan-fucking-tastic. I have no idea how this library works or how anything is organized and I’ve been using my shitty brain cells for far too long and I want to get this over with.”

    He reached into his back pocket and rested one arm on the counter while he quickly read over the contents, assigned readings from one of his many classes; what a pain in the jackass.

          “You can find what I need and pretty damn quickly, right?”

[shy-and-quiet-strength]

De cara al suelo

[bakug-owo]

shy-and-quiet-strength:

@king-boom-bakugou

Sasha was not one to be taken by surprise. It’s what living in the comunas make of you. Always a hand on your valuables and another in a knife, ready to kill or die for a couple of pesos.

But the double capital of Ouvara/Danon was different. Even the Southside, usually seen as dangerous, was a children playground when compared to the ‘almost’ nostalgic La Cascada. It would take some time for Sasha to stop holding up his wallet when he walked or to leave any of his belongings unattended, always fearing someone would steal from him, but he was certainly getting used to be more… relaxed.

Now, maybe he was getting too relaxed, doing something like reading while he walked, but Ouvara was a very calm place -the worst he had to worry about being the strange looks he sometimes got- and he wanted to be prepared for the lecture.

In fact, he was taken by surprise when someone ran into him. His first impulse being to start a fight, he had to stop himself: he was’t a sicario anymore. he didn’t had to fight. The realization making his reaction slow, he ended up unable to recover his balance.

      “Hijueputa!”

The insult came natural to his mouth as he fell right on top of the other. And there was his chest, being pressed against the other’s face…

      “Ah… I’m sorry! You ok?”

    There was no way in any fucking universe that Bakugou could be considered clumsy. He didn’t do that shit. There was a certain... certainty (for lack of better words) in his footfalls, in the ways he would clench his hands in his pockets and grit his teeth, subconsciously.

    Was it natural charisma? Maybe.

    Either way, this was almost infuriatingly cliche for him and part of him wanted to just blow up and take half of the planet with him.

    There were boobs in his face. Boobs! In this face!

    At least they didn’t seem too flustered about it - he didn’t feel like being called a harasser of any type today because of a fucking trip - no matter whose fault it was (which it was definitely not his).

          “What - am I okay? Maybe when you get the fuck off of me!” Bakugou hissed, leaning back on his elbows in a way that almost seemed casual when in reality it was because he had no clue as to where to put his hands.

    If he sat up he’d just... get more boob. Something he knew would probably not be socially acceptable.

[bakug-owo]

noise™

@kimixnoxkioku

    Despite working at a rather well-supplied bookstore that practically encouraged him to dip into their wares for both college and pleasure reading and provided him with an employee discount, Bakugou collectively decided on his first day that he would fucking die before supporting his job with his own cash.

    That would be like getting an allowance from a parent only to exchange it for something your parents had bought. Pointless. The money went nowhere. He refused to play that game.

    And so. The library.

    Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked in, glaring at anyone who dared make eye contact with him while powering toward the help desk, where another blonde was sitting.

          “Hey, you work here, right?”

[bakug-owo]

defensive™

@daddykujc

    Bakugou thought he was doing better. Or well, not better because he was already pretty much the best, but better at recognizing that he didn’t always have to prove himself to other people.

    Occasionally, however, there was just a type of person that he couldn’t help raising his hackles and baring his teeth at, feeling as if he’d be rolling over and showing his belly otherwise.

    This wasn’t even a regular hangout of his and he was already pissed off by this asshole Titan's presence. Bakugou knew that he wasn’t exactly the average height for men in the world (Japanese males were always... well, fuck that) but still, seeing this guy at nearly twice his height was frustrating and he felt on edge to the slightest of movements.

          “What the fuck are you looking at, huh?!” The blond clenched his hands by his hips, seething inwardly, just what did this shitty stranger think he was doing, looking like that-

[bakug-owo]

Starter Call

[I think there’s a joke about self-control that would do well on this post. The punchline would be that I don’t have any. For this, I apologize.]

[Anyways, like this post for a short starter with Bakugou Katsuki! He’s a rough and tumble boy and I’m still trying to figure out how to play him exactly, so it’ll be a learning experience!]

[He works at Chance Bookstore, attends Ouvara University, and lives in the Dorms there!]

[blood-sweets-and-death]

Shy thank you

[bakug-owo]

blood-sweets-and-death:

Face still red, Darien awaited for the other’s reaction -whatever that might be-, some relief going through their bodies as he noticed the other had taken the compliment rather well. Good, good. They were considering digging their own grave if the blond were to see them as some sort of creep because of that comment.

As the other showed off his quirk, Darien moved forward, eyes sparkling in curiosity and admiration at the little display. They had never seen such a cool quirk first hand!

“Wah~ it really is amazing!” they replied without really thinking of their words. It was a strong quirk, and also pretty flashy. Much more than anything he had ever seen. it made you want to just stare at it forever. And it was a good distraction from the pretty face that was grinning widely so very close to Darien. Slightly awkward chuckle, they continued “Haha, right. You must have a lot of fans~ I wonder if there’s even a fanclub. Should get myself signed up soon, huh?”

Damn this is not the time to get embarrassed, say something. Anything, do you want him to just leave now?

“Ah… actually, I wanted to give you something as thank you… but i don’t know if there’s anything I can do for you?” great, you just played yourself. if he didn’t thought you were a creep before, then now he does.

     Bakugou wasn’t surprised the person he rescued wanted a better look at his quirk - everyone did, usually - but he couldn’t help the pleased shudder that crawled up his spine at being admired once again.

     “Not to fucking repeat myself, but hell yeah.” He was the shit, and the sooner everyone realized this, the better it would be for him. Of course, he’d still need to work hard to maintain his position as the strongest, but a little support went a long way.

     “I don’t pay attention to hero fans.” Well, not anymore. Bakugou used to be one, he could imagine how it went. “Do whatever the fuck you want, I guess.”

     Bakugou couldn’t think of anything he could want from a stranger or anything this person could provide for him. Oh god, were they the type of person who wanted to repay debts even when actions weren’t meant that way?

     “I didn’t fucking save you so you’d owe me, dumbass.” He huffed, pulling his hand away slowly, deactivating his quirk. “Just do whatever.”

[bullymagnet-and-housewife]

Scare the cutie

[bakug-owo]

 bullymagnet-and-housewife:

@king-bakago || continued from x

He was already damn scared from the fact that he had been caught by villains, so the moment the blond -hero?- approached, he tried to tell him off from doing something reckless. Which however, only managed to get the other angry. Recoiling a bit, Mika immediately looked down at the floor. This was why he found hard to deal with men.

 The sound of a explosion making him jump -in a very literal way- Mika stared with shining eyes at the other guy. Was he helping him get out?

“A-ah… t-thank ya kindly!“ he mumbled his words as he stepped outside, standing pretty close to the blond as he wasn’t exactly sure where to go from there.

     Bakugou turned from the makeshift cell and looked down the way he came, then down the opposite way. There were no hints or tells as to what was waiting, but he assumed he should head back since the noise of combat was muffled now.

     He turned to see the ex-prisoner had sidled up to him and narrowed his eyes into slits, suspicious.

     “Th’fuck are you trying to do.” The blond asked, taking a step back. If this guy was secretly a villain... nah, he was too easily startled to be much of a threat. Kinda reminded him of fucking-Deku when they were little.

     Or littler, in Deku’s case.

     “Do you know where the shitty exit is? The one with all the goddamn useless security all fuck-over?” Bakugou asked, in a rare display of almost-kindness, which stemmed from annoyance.