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Indie RP blog for Bakugo Katsuki Multi-ship Semi-Active PLEASE READ THE RULES Background Art by dangdiggitynabit Blog Born on 01 / 12 / 2018 Re-Written by Red PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG MY RP'S

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heroicriot‌:

Eijirou walked around the table to the coin slot, pulling out a couple coins from his shorts’ pocket and slid them in. “I got this one, dude, you get the next.” He offered, grinning again as the puck clanked down. The redhead picked it out of the slot and showed it to his boyfriend, winking. “Hey bro, catch!” Sure, it was silly and probably not the safest thing, might get him a reprimand from the owner of the establishment if he was seen but it was still fun, specially knowing Bakugo’s reflexes were quick as anyones. 

With that, he turned to the table again and took hold of one of the mallets, lowering himself to be close to the table and look at the blond in playful competition, waving the puck back and forth on the table a couple times as he waited. “Ready when you are!”

Quick to catch the puck, Bakugo let it fall atop the dotted surface, the plastic settling just about centre board, easy enough for them both to reach once the game started. Bakugo Katsuki was competitive by nature, so when Kirishima gave him that look, that playful, competitive look he was hooked, his grip tightened on the paddle, eyes sharp, focused entirely on that little puck as the air began billowing out of the small holes in the table top, lifting the puck just enough off of the surface to make it glide. 

“I’m always ready”  Shit was about to get real.

He shot his arm forward, careful to mind his quirk, he didn’t need a table exploding through his own competitive exertion, paddle met puck, ricocheting it off the corners of the table, lucky it didn’t go flying off at the sheer force he whacked it at, instead it remained within the confines of the table, bouncing off the sides moving at a speed hard to keep track of.

Bakugo came to win.

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                                          HAPPY MERMAY!!! 

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So i now have a job where i can design bedrooms, bathrooms and kitchens whenever i want, GUESS WHO’S BEDROOM I DESIGNED :D 

It’s rough ngl, cause i’m limited as to what furniture i can use cause i only have access to the furniture my workplace sells, but this is P MUCH the layout that i’ve been thinking of when i imagine Bakugo’s dorm room, + a chair for that desk cause i cant get a chair on this dumb software for some reason :’D  

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hello!! Again I find myself in a bit of an economic bind due to my cat being ill, so I’m opening up commissions for some graphics. 

Prices: 

Promo Graphic/Mobile Blog header: 6USD+

Simple GIF Promo Graphic/Mobile Blog header: 10USD+

Theme background: 12USD+

The Arcana Grimoire page: 2USD

Custom The Arcana Trinket page: 2USD

Please fill out this form with the specifications of your commission.

Guidelines:

All payments upfront. I have a timeline of 3-5 days from first contact for fulfillment, with screencaptured proof during the process. The timeline for commissions is subject to change if edits/changes are needed by the client.The Arcana style commissions have a 2-3 day timeline.

Depending on the difficulty of the graphic you request, the price might go up slightly. For your convenience, if you have a high quality transparent png of the character you would like to use, attach that with your request. 

If you’d like me to use any fanart, please make sure you have the permission of the original artist and credit them on your blog, as well as me for the edit.

For backgrounds: you are only paying for the background and nothing else. If you have a theme in mind you’d wanna use, link me the code and I can make sure that it fits correctly, however I will not be editing themes myself.

Some examples for my work:

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Alternatively if you want to just donate to the cause you can buy me a Ko-Fi

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@All the Kirishimas ever

“Don’t you fuckin dare” 

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mindlesspurplegaze‌:

As much as Shinsou wanted to, he was unable to suppress the flinch that naturally came after explosions coming from Bakugou’s palms. While he wanted to believe Bakugou wouldn’t come at him, Shinsou knew it was wistful thinking. If Shinsou were to really sell this being a villain thing, Bakugou would have to come at him with all he had. Half-assed attacks, fake fights, it would make it seem like Shinsou told Bakugou what was going on. So, well, a part of Shinsou knew he would have to either brainwash Bakugou to get out of this area or goad Bakugou into actually attacking him.

Lucky him, right?

“You’re going to have to be more specific dear.” Shinsou shifted a bit, ready to dodge if Bakugou decided to just go for it. While he knew a physical head-on fight wouldn’t end well, Shinsou also knew this area enough he hoped he would be able to escape if it came to it. Talking, stalling a bit, it would help give him time to plot out his escape route if- when he needed it.

“I’m surprised Riot let you out of your cage. I figured he’d have benched you when you caught onto me- though I also assumed you all would figure it out faster than you had. You’re getting slow.” Fuck Shinsou hated himself. Insulting Bakugou, beating him down, it was all shit Shinsou didn’t want to do, had sworn he would never do, but he had to. There were lives on the line, and Shinsou just needed more time to figure out how to get them safe before saving himself. He needed more time. He would do anything for more time, anything to save those innocent people, anything to not have to do it. 

Steeling his nerves and sucking back any sadness he felt, Shinsou cocked his head to the side and put on his best mockingly sweet tone. “Or are you just feeling a little sentimental? Aw how sweet. Ground Zero’s secretly a big softie for me.”

“How quaint.”

Bakugo didn’t know what to do, he knew if this was real, if this was really happening and not just some bullshit joke, which… honestly it was seeming more and more like it wasn’t a joke… he couldn’t reply to him anymore. He couldn’t talk him down, or talk back, he had to be careful. He also had to put his job before his personal feelings, Shinsou was hurting people, he was hurting innocent people.

It had to stop.

And so, without any further argument or comment, no response to his baiting, Bakugo removed his hearing aids, not only could he not give into temptation and reply to the baiting, reply to the harsh words that didn’t sound right coming from the man who’d not long ago been snuggled up on his couch with his cat making stupid little cooing noises… but it was, it was like two different people but… Bakugo had to forget the other one existed. Had to forget for the moment that this was the man he loved.

That was his job as a hero, no personal feelings could get in the way. His palms crackled louder, popping one after the other as he readied himself for a fight. Just another villain he had to take down.

He waited, waited for Shinsou to move, deep breaths, eyes narrowed, stance strong, palms open, both letting off small explosions, warnings to either surrender and come quietly, or he’ll take him down, he was a hero… this was his job. He kept that mantra going over and over again in his head, he was a hero, this was a villain… this was his job. He’d never hated his job quite as much as he did in that very moment.

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eighthilles‌:

Mumbling his thanks,  the tall blonde turns his attention to cleaning the floor before ever working to tidy himself. Mentally kicking himself for letting a student ( Bakugo, of all of them, no less ) see him like this. Weak. Pathetic. Definitely not a symbol of anything. Hardly a hero. 

“ Don’t worry about me, young man. “ He tries to recover. Taking in a few wet, crackled breaths before standing. Wiping the rest of the blood against any clean part of his sleeve. 

“ Bodies are fickle, fragile things. But I don’t plan on giving up any time soon. “

“Don’t be dumb old man, we’re always gonna worry about you” All Might had saved everyone so many times, it was about time people cared about him in return, but it was nice to see him so determined to continue despite whatever pain he was in. 

Still even now so stupidly strong, resilient... or reckless, funny how often those things seemed to coincide in hero work. “You got a spare shirt anywhere? Can’t go wanderin around with blood on your sleeve you’ll give some poor lil shit a heart attack” if he didn’t, well Bakugo would just go and get him one, surely there must be a spare shirt somewhere that the guy could take. 

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eighthilles replied to your post: O shit i’m 26 now

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY ILU SO MUCH !!

YOU’RE NOT LATE, RIGHT ON TIME, THANK U <3 <3 <3 <3 

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O shit i’m 26 now

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mindlesspurplegaze‌:

@explosivevictory from this idea

Eyes hard, Shinsou stared dispassionately at the ashen haired man standing before him. He tracked the heaving breaths the other took, noting the rage so clearly written across the man’s features. Could Shinsou blame him for this rage? No, there was no blame, no anger on Shinsou’s part. Anger, blame, fear none of those were directed at the one before him. After all, Shinsou caused his own fate. Shinsou had selected his choice between the options of get people killed or ruin himself. The selection had actually been easy, a simple affair. 

Bide his time until he could get out of the mess. 

At least… that was the plan until Bakugou- no Ground Zero showed up. How could Shinsou tell the man he loved that he was throwing it all away? Tossing it to the side like it didn’t even matter, like all of his own hard work and struggle had been nothing more than a waste of everyone’s time. How could he manage it?

Well, Shinsou would manage it by shutting down any emotion that reared its head. A simple choice, a simple affair. 

“What’s the matter Katsuki?” Shinsou made sure give a mocking tone to the other’s name before continuing like he wasn’t standing over someone he’d brainwashed into slamming his head into a wall. “You seem a little tense.”

Bakugo swore he’d be calm when he found Shinsou, swore he’d talk to him rationally, find out what was going on, he couldn’t believe it, not for a single second he couldn’t, not when men, women, even a young teenager had turned up in A&E claiming someone had brainwashed them, forced them into doing things they couldn’t control, things they hadn’t wanted to do, injured, broken…

Bakugo had been thorough before he’d moved, he’d checked into those people, as deeply as he could dig he dug, he found ties to three separate gangs in the Tokyo region with three of the men and one of the women, four completely innocent men and women, and one drug dealing teenager with a rap sheet that included selling Class A drugs to minors.  

It was a mixed bag of nonsense and he didn’t understand it. Whoever this person was, they were attacking both innocent civilian and criminal citizens, it didn’t matter to them what the person had done, a brainwashed person could be useful for a lot of things.

He’d tried looking into registered quirks, trying to find any that matched the quirk responsible, but the only one that came up was… was Shinsou, he tried to suggest that maybe it was just someone who’s quirk hadn’t been registered, someone similar, and that was when the video surfaced, Kirishima had told him to get some rest, go home… maybe Shinsou would come home and he could get some answers but… Bakugo hadn’t been able to sleep, he’d gotten about an hour of sleep before he’d woken, changed into his hero gear and stalked out the apartment with every intention of finding the man he loved… there had to be a reason, had to be something, that’s why he swore he’d talk to him rationally, find out everything he could.

He’d been looking for hours, exhausted, irritated, frustrated, by the time he finally found Shinsou he’d thrown that resolve to the wind, anger only increasing as he’d witnessed the moments before he’d made himself known.

“Hitoshi what the FUCK are you doing?” Palms crackling, a clear threat, let it be known, Bakugo Katsuki, was not a man that’d hold any violence back should the situation require it. No matter who he was up against.

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@mindlesspurplegaze ;Closed Starter

It was hard in the first year of U.A, things going wrong right left and centre, villains attacking, quirk growing, Bakugo had already had enough to contend with given his already so well known bad publicity, he’d been seen publicly destroying an entire street, sure he’d been trying to defend himself against a villain but he’d destroyed an entire street doing it, his quirk was dangerous, and he was volatile.

It was only so easy for the public to turn against him picture him as the villain in sports festivals where no hero or villain roles had been cast, heroes disappointing him, letting him down, Bakugo knew for a fact had what few allies he’d had in that class, not come for him when the League had taken him, he’d have been lost, they wouldn’t have gotten him back, all because of their rules.

He thought it’d get better, it didn’t. It got worse in his second year, sure the league had quietened down, but his internships were more of the same, people telling him he couldn’t be a hero the way he was, that he wasn’t fit to be a hero regardless of how willing he was to stand up, to protect people with his power, regardless of how he laughed and scoffed at the idea that he could ever be a villain, children still gave him a wide berth on the streets, mothers still shuffled their children across roads away from his path, the public knew him as a menace.

A Villain waiting to happen, the reason All Might finally fell.

He figured that maybe, just maybe his third year would be better, maybe with a better internship, just one more try at it he could do something, anything to change the way the public saw him, hell Endeavor was an actual wife and child beater and he was the number 1 pro hero! Sure, nobody had aired his dirty laundry yet, but he was still an intimidating, volatile powerhouse, wasn’t there room for two of those?

It was halfway through third year when Aizawa decided to shake things up a bit, take the teens somewhere quiet for a small vacation, just to get away from it all, show them that relaxing was important, even for pro heroes, what few members remained from the original 1A class, young men and women Bakugo had actually decided to acknowledge, and the new mix up of students that’d been crossed over, taking the places of 1A students that’d been shuffled around to other classes depending on their test scores and changing career paths, all being shoved onto a bus for an hour only to end up in fuck knows where. Bakugo missed the group of idiots he’d once called friends.

They weren’t in his class anymore, despite how hard he’d tried to help them keep their grades up.

All Bakugo knew was that there was a beach about five minutes away from the hotel they were staying at and a small village across from it separated by a long road running along the edge of the beach. It was quaint, quiet… peaceful, even Aizawa seemed a little more at ease with the quietness of the area. Bakugo shoved his bag in a room he’d claimed as his own (maybe he’d slipped the desk manager a couple of 5000 yen bills to ensure a sea view and a room ON HIS OWN) and ditched them all to take a walk on his own around the village, avoiding the beach where everyone else seemed to gravitate towards.

This. Fucking. Sucked.

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“Sure thing” Bakugo snagged a few tissues from the box on the mans’ desk, maybe a few more than really necessary but he had to make sure All Might had enough “if you don’t mind me askin, what’s got you all bloody this time eh? I thought that shit’d get at least a little better after you retired” he offered the tissues he’d gathered, waiting until they were taken before shoving his hands into his pockets. That was the one thing helping Bakugo be okay with the part he’d played in All Might’s Retirement though, that the pro hero wouldn’t be in as much pain anymore.

If he was still struggling so much, still coughing up blood every day… what good had really come from it?

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mindlesspurplegaze‌:

Shinsou hummed at the declaration that the doctor was nice. Bakugou could say that all he wanted, but it wouldn’t get rid of Shinsou’s distaste for those people. When he’d first developed his quirk, well he’d had a bad experience with doctors and quirk therapists trying to figure out exactly what his quirk was and what the trigger for it was. It was irrational based on one interaction, but he couldn’t stop that fear. There wasn’t really a way to get rid of it for him. 

“Asshole?” Shinsou actually chuckled at the name. It was so Bakugou to have a cat named ‘Asshole.’ He wasn’t even surprised. Still, he did want to see the cat. So, the idea of visiting the agency to both see his friends and see the cat sounded good to him. A win-win situation of sorts. 

“Fair enough. He’s always been a pretty open book unless he has a really good reason to not say anything.” It was something Shinsou liked about Kirishima. He was honest and had a good heart. It made Shinsou less jumpy and suspicious around Kirishima. Of course, it didn’t stop Shinsou from holding his own secrets close to his heart, but it was nice to know someone who seemed so pure of heart. Not that anyone of his friends were bad. Kirishima was just different in that regard. 

Shinsou chuckled again at the memory of making Kirishima kool-aid man through a wall. He’d gotten in so much trouble for it, but it’d been worth it. Kirishima hadn’t even been mad either which made it better too. “Hm well if I escape I can just have Kirishima take me to an alleyway with the cats I feed before taking me to an undisclosed location no one will ever find me at.”

It would be his house which Shinsou thought no one really knew where it was.

Sighing, Shinsou shrugged at the question. “Exhausted. In pain…” Shinsou paused and tried to figure out if he wanted to admit to the last thing he was feeling. Bakugou was safe, but Shinsou didn’t like expressing his feelings much. Still, quietly he continued, “Scared.”

“Didn’t start off as asshole, pretty sure the lil shit came with a name, whiskers or floof or somethin pansy ass like that, but that was what the breeder called him” he would not even remotely admit to the fact that he’d definitely been the one to call the cat that original name, not the breeder, nope definitely him “Kept doin dumb shit so… he got called Asshole a lot, I guess he just figured that was his name?” Bakugo hadn’t thought to question it, he just found it funny “he’s a good cat, more than welcome to spend time with him if he helps” Bakugo had gone to some pretty dark places finding this man, he could play this one of two ways, abandon him, gruff and emotionless, let Kirishima take over as the embodiment of sunshine that he was…

Or actually make an effort to help as much as he could, usually he’d take the latter but… Shinsou was one of them, he was one of the squad, sure he hadn’t taken the role he’d been offered in the agency but that didn’t stop him from being one of them, the squad were the exceptions to his antisocial behaviour, Bakugo wouldn’t let them down, wouldn’t let him down.

“Mhm, an with it bein you, I doubt he’d hold anythin back, really ought to get your fill out’a this one” he doubted Shinsou would get another chance at being injured with no chance of leaving the hospital until he was cleared. And despite it all, Bakugo really didn’t believe Shinsou would leave his bullshit agency either, had a niggling suspicion that he might just disappear again, maybe not a suspicion but… a small concerned voice in the back of his head kept voicing it as a possibility. “But then he’d feel super fuckin guilty cause you’d be out there injured and it’d be his fault, an then you’d get his stupid sad shark face and even I don’t want that shit so I dunno how you’d hold up to it” nobody wanted the sad shark face, it was just an instant guilt trip for anyone presented with it.

Bakugo perked up at the mention of fear though, a brow raising in question, Shinsou was out of danger, doctors wouldn’t harm him, not with him nearby, it’d be like signing their death certificate, there was nothing to fear… that he knew of. “Wanna elaborate on that? Talkin about what makes you scared can sometimes make it less scary” fear could be built up in your head if you let it quietly fester, getting it out there made it easier to get over “M’not gonna let anyone hurt you, y’know that right?” If that’s even what it was…

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rxd-riot‌:

That logic Kirishima didn’t really understand but he figured it was fine he never did.  Somebody like himself was always looking to keep things nice and cooperative between friends so the idea of overlooking anyone was contradictory to his nature.  He also didn’t get why it’d be him of all people… obviously they were dating so Bakugo saw something special in him and liked him more than their other friends but to be the only one… it made him more nervous he’d screw something up even if it was flattering.

He rubbed his arm nervously, knowing plenty of things were plain about him in a world of mutant people with various features and unlimited possibilities while besides his teeth, Kirishima felt like he could blend into a crowd and nobody would notice him.  He did doubt… but he also cared so much for Bakugo’s opinion.  It made his heart race a little faster to imagine the blonde still seeking him out even if he hadn’t had a huge transformation before the start of high school, still being interested in him without the features he added on for show.

“You really think you still woulda liked me…. if I had all that again?”  

He gave a nod, thinking about how much he had stored up and all the things a cat would need.  Definitely a litter box and cat food… but he also wanted to give the little thing a lot of toy’s and treats.  Kirishima was thinking so hard on it, he didn’t even stop to tease and laugh at the idea of being a parent even if it was to a kitten.

“Ah yeah!  Never mind, I’ll be out in a sec!”  He smiled, seeing they had reached their rooms so he walked in after sparing a little wave and started getting dressed.

Bakugo had every intention of carrying that conversation on after they got dressed, so he wasn’t about to drop it, he would have 100% still been interested in this boy had he not gone for the supposed ‘new and improved’ look, it would still be him. Kirishima was not what he looked like, that wasn’t what drew Bakugo in… okay so it may have been at least a factor, but… his appearance wasn’t the biggest part of why Bakugo liked him so damn much.

It helped, but it wasn’t the sole reason. And so, while he retreated into his dorm room to get himself dry and dressed, sticking to a simple pair of baggy, ripped at the knee black jeans, not even remotely skinny because fuck you Best Jeanist, his ass was not meant to go into skinny jeans, a loose dark blue V-neck short sleeved shirt and finished the ‘look’ with a red plaid button down shirt tied around his waist, a pair of sunglasses for when the sun inevitably kicked his vision’s ass later, and a pair of simple black boots, if anything happened while out there, Bakugo wanted to be able to move.

While also looking half decent and not like a total delinquent whom should never have a pet.

Rubbing the towel through his hair a few times to rid it of the excess moisture, Bakugo called it at that, grabbing his keys, wallet and phone, he shoved his towels and dirty PJ’s into the laundry basket to be dealt with later, and left his room, content to wait for however long it took for Kirishima to get his butt ready.

He really hadn’t taken very long himself to pick an outfit.  

While he waited, Bakugo simply scrolled through social media on his phone, checking news alerts and looking out for any areas they should avoid for the time being due to villain activity, but due to the time of day, nothing seemed to really be happening. “You almost done in there, Ei?” He finally knocked on the door.

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heroicriot‌:

“So just ignore them! You’re really good at that when you want.” He nudged his boyfriend with his elbow as he grumbled about how kids were the worst, as if he had not been just like the kids he complained about, probably worse, the little menace Katsuki must have been. 

Eijirou tried not to look too proud of himself at the fact that the arcade wasn’t as full as it would be right after school, and failed miserably, the grin on his face big and obvious, as almost all his facial expressions were. “Sounds great. I haven’t played in a while!” Leading the way to the first empty table, he paused right before it, turning to look at the other. “First to five pays for the snacks!” What could make the date better than a little friendly, fiery competition?

Bakugo took one look at the large shit eating grin on his boyfriends face and simply “Tch… shut up” Kirishima didn’t even have to say anything, he knew what he wanted to say, how proud he was of himself for picking the perfect time to go to the arcade, honestly Bakugo was proud of him as well, he’d picked a great place to have fun at a great time.

The discomfort Bakugo had felt after learning about where they were going, was already dissipating, this wasn’t so bad, he could deal with this, and if it happened to get a bit busier later, he’d already be focused on winning.

“You’re on dipshit, let’s do this shit” cracking his knuckles, Bakugo followed his boyfriend over to the empty tables “you payin for the first round or do you want me to get this round?” He had a few coins on him, and a bunch of notes he could probably change if necessary, they could probably alternate between who pays for each game just so they weren’t running out of cash too fast.  

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" You were wonderful the other day, fighting those villains alongside your classmate !! Although I do think we outta' work on your collateral control. "

“Course I was great, s’no big deal” it was a huge deal, he was just a tsundere little shit.  

“Explosions are destructive, s’what they are, the fuck am i meant to do? Ask em nicely to move to a less built up area? Go easy on em? Pretty quick way of endin up very dead there, old man” he couldn’t go easy, he couldn’t reduce his power output to reduce collateral damage, one couldn’t contain an explosion and still have it be effective. “I’ll just have to end up bein the best, that way i’ll be able to afford to cover all the shit I break while savin peoples lives” didn’t insurance companies cover things like damages caused by hero/villain battles nowadays?