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so here’s a bunch of unfinished kacchako doodles from foreverrr ago

the 2nd and 3rd images are actually part of an idea i had where Ochako finally manages to beat Bakugou in a spar (no quirks, just pure physical ability), but since she had been training before the fight, she basically collapsed on top of him the second she restrained him and won

and he’s just kinda flustered bc ??????? WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW AAAAAA

the 5th is an idea i had where Bakugou was upset and crying and Ochako noticed and…. maybe tried to help or something lmao idk

the second to last is a cute idea i had where Ochako falls asleep next to Bakugou on the bus and he moves her so she’s sleeping on his lap instead of upright, since that’s bad for your neck/back

(he whisper-yells at anyone who makes a comment, and Momo helps by making him a pillow and/or blanket for her)

so yea LOL

drinasketches

This is how I deal with the anguish

asheveils

ELIO REVEAL • “Death in the Afternoon”

HSR x MAPPA animation concept trailer ┆ please don’t remove watermark + credit if you use! (tag, link, or @/ is fine)

furinmaru2601

I need a Byler fic like this please someone start writing right now

#byler endgame #byler fic #byler nation #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #miwi

kolobrodart

I love my traumatised son🤲💖

My Byler fic

In a small apartment on the ninth floor of a high-rise building, the light came on and the phone rang. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ "Do you know what time it is?" I glanced at my wristwatch. The white numbers read 3:56. "Three o'clock in the morning... Are you crazy?" My voice trailed off. "I must have offended him." A thought flashed through my mind. But what should I say to someone like that? He usually doesn't call anyone, even though I've only seen him a couple of times in the last two months... His parents go shopping and run errands, and he doesn't even come to school. According to Jonathan, he sits in his room all day. One good thing: it was summer. I didn't have to get up early, but it still bothered me that someone was calmly calling me in the middle of the night and discussing things that could have been discussed during the day. To my surprise, the voice on the other end of the line continued:

"So it's not true after all," I thought. Yawning, I glanced at my watch again – 3:59. I needed to finish.

"Okay, okay." I paused. "Okay, I agree."

"Really?"

"Really. Why would I lie to you, Will?" Silence. Hanging up, I returned to bed.

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