nina the bastard

she/her || 22 || rebuilding!

[patchofsunlight]

hi!! here you can find all my different masterlists!! have fun reading!!

ATLA / LOK MASTERLIST

PJO / HOO MASTERLIST

BNHA / MHA MASTERLIST

800 FOLLOWERS EVENT MASTERLIST

1K FOLLOWERS WRITING CHALLENGE EVENT MASTERLIST

you can see what i’m working on at the moment here

← back to navi

[patchofsunlight]

I feel like I have to inform you I read your name as "ninja the bastard" 😭

lovely to be known as that tbh.....

[luna-azzurra]

Tips for Writing Injuries

✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.

✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.

✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.

✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.

✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.

✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.

✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.

✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.

✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.

✧ Scars tell stories. Some fade, some don’t. Some stay sensitive forever. Don’t forget the aftermath when the wound becomes part of the character.

[patchofsunlight]

YOUR TODOROKI SMAU IS ALSO AMAZING

THANK YOU MAYBE I SHOULD FINISH IT SOMEDAY....... PERHAPS

[patchofsunlight]

Your allergies smau is SO GOOD, I've spent the evening reading the whole thing and I could not stop laughing 🤣❤️❤️

this was sent years ago but tysm i love you!!!!!!!!!!!!

[patchofsunlight]

hi guys :) i plan on reviving this blog at some point to write about some newww stuff like the grishaverse and to get back into writing about bnha and maybe even atla!

but meanwhile, in case anyone here is an f1 fan, i've made another blog to post f1 x reader fanfiction. i've already done 2 smaus and plan on doing even more soooooo maybe check it out! it's @patchoff1

love ya <3

[silkdrs]

Hii, if you don’t mind me asking, what app do you use to make the fake tweets for your fics?? I’ve been wanting to do some fics like those, but I have no idea what app to use 😅

hiii! 🤗🤗

for my fake tweets i use the app TwiNote ! it looks like this:

for my fake messages i use Postfully ! i use the V2 (Beta), it looks like this:

for my fake tiktok, i use PrankShit ! it looks like this:

if you want to create a fake insta profile, i use Profile Mockup ! it looks like this:

to create my little like grid for an instagram post, i use BeFunky ! it looks like this:

and thats basically all i use for my smau's!! if i missed anything ill probably add it but.. yeah :) i hope this helps!!

[patchofsunlight]

took a look at my about me post I WAS SEVENTEEN WHILE I WAS WRITING SHIT HERE???????? WTFFFFFF THAT WAS 5 YEARS AGO

also not me finishing the post with “please take care of yourself you guys 🩷” newsflash bestie nowadays you’re a lawyer and going to therapy for burnout syndrome. how time flies by…….

[patchofsunlight]

it’s been so long and now i’m considering doing smaus for f1. the smau urge omg how it calls for me

[writeriguess]

Can you write a Katsuki x fem reader fic where he thinks she has died on a mission and is enraged, and when she comes back dripping wet from thunder, he's enraged at her because he was so worried, but then just starts to sob and throws himself into her arms, which shocks her.

Thunderstruck

The first time it happens, it’s a flicker.

Static across the comm line. Barely a second. But Bakugo knows the sound of failure. He knows the sound of something breaking.

The comms don’t come back.

He’s halfway out of his seat before anyone else notices. Pacing. Cursing. Hands clenched so tight his nails dig into his palms through the gloves.

“Tch. It’s just interference,” someone says. “Storm’s picking up.”

But his gut—his gut tells him otherwise.

You’re never late. Never careless. Never silent.

And Katsuki Bakugo knows what silence means on the battlefield.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “It’s recon, Katsuki. We’re just getting layouts and logging activity. No combat.”

He scowled, swatting your hand away. “Don’t act like you can’t get your ass blown off doing paperwork.”

You smirked. “You worried about me?”

He didn’t answer. Just grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, like he could stamp his presence onto your bones.

“Come back in one piece, dumbass,” he muttered.

“Always.”

That was six hours ago.

Now he’s storming through HQ like a bomb with a cracked shell, barking orders even though it’s not his mission, demanding updates like anyone can give him what he wants—

Your location. Your vitals. Your voice.

When Kirishima finally grabs him by the shoulder and says, “Katsuki... there was an explosion at the recon site,” he doesn’t process it.

Until they show him the wreckage.

Until they pull something half-burned from under a pile of concrete.

Until it’s your uniform jacket.

Still smoking.

Bloodied.

He goes still.

Every sound disappears. The rain, the shouting, the chopper overhead—it all fades to a dull, suffocating roar inside his skull.

No body.

No confirmation.

But the silence? The silence is screaming.

He doesn't realize he's dropped to his knees until someone tries to lift him.

He shoves them off with a snarl, dragging the scorched fabric into his lap like he can will it to be fake. Just some mistake. A wrong jacket. Someone else’s blood.

But he knows it’s yours.

He can smell your shampoo burned into the fibers. His hands have been on this fabric a hundred times—pulling it off you, gripping it when you hugged him from behind.

And now it smells like smoke.

He doesn’t remember getting back to HQ. Doesn’t remember smashing a hole in the wall of the locker room. Doesn’t remember sobbing, just once, into the broken tile before punching it again.

What he remembers is fear.

Not the kind from battle. Not even the kind from losing.

It’s the fear of never getting the chance.

Never getting to say he loved you, not really. Not with the quiet, sacred kind of love he’d never admitted out loud. The kind that choked him when you left the room and lit him on fire when you laughed.

You died thinking you were just his teammate. His girlfriend, maybe.

But not that you were everything.

So when the door creaks open five hours later, and you stumble in—drenched, shaking, scraped raw but alive—

Bakugo doesn’t believe it at first.

He thinks it’s his brain cracking under the weight of grief.

But then you speak.

“Guys?” your voice wobbles. “I—I’m okay. I—”

He turns.

And the pain doesn’t leave him.

It erupts.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Your eyes go wide. You don’t even get the chance to answer before he’s across the room, voice thunderous, hands clenched, eyes glowing with something rabid and shattered.

“Do you even fucking realize what you did to me?!” he growls, stalking closer. “You just disappear in the middle of a mission—comms go dark, and then BOOM—nothing but rubble! Nothing but your jacket and a bloodstain and you think you can just—just fucking—walk in like you didn’t just RIP MY GODDAMN WORLD APART?!”

“I—I fell—into the canal,” you stammer, backing up a step. “There was a blast—I couldn’t—my earpiece was gone, I tried to get back—”

He isn’t listening.

“I thought I lost you,” he snarls, voice breaking. “I thought I’d never hear your voice again. Never feel your hand. Never—fuck.”

The rage snaps.

He stumbles forward like gravity’s finally won, fists slackening as a choked sound breaks from his throat.

And then he collapses into you.

A full-body crash. Hands in your soaked hair. Face buried in your neck. Shoulders trembling. Your heart almost stops—because Katsuki Bakugo, your Katsuki, the one who never cried, the one who mocked people for crying—

Is sobbing.

Silent. Violent. Breathless. He clutches you like something fragile, like something he still doesn’t trust to be real.

“...Katsuki?”

You whisper it, barely breathing.

He can’t answer.

Because this is the second time he’s lost everything.

The first was when he thought he’d never be good enough.

This time it was you.

And if he ever had to go through that again, it would kill him.

You hold him tighter. One hand on the back of his neck, the other gripping the back of his hero suit.

“I’m here,” you whisper against his temple. “I’m right here. I’m sorry I scared you.”

He inhales like it hurts.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he whispers, voice shaking. “I swear to god, I—if I’d lost you, I—”

You pull back just enough to see his face. Tear-streaked, flushed, and furious—but the kind of fury that only comes from love.

“I won’t,” you say softly. “I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time all day, his breathing starts to steady.

And then he kisses you.

Hard. Desperate. Like he needs to feel every inch of you alive beneath him.

And you let him.

Because for a moment, both of you were ghosts.

But now—he’s real.

And so are you.

[patchofsunlight]

what app do we use to make smaus nowadays i’m in pto and inspired

[yawneon]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

[patchofsunlight]

kinda thinking abt,,, writing bnha stuff again,,,, is anyone here does anyone still read bnha stuff

[patchofsunlight]

ao3 goes down for a couple hours and i genuinely truthfully start considering reactivating my writing acc where i haven’t posted writing in over a year 😭😭😭 sorry guys that’s just how i am. also i’m gay now. and non-binary. the pronouns on my bio are literally wrong

[patchofsunlight]

kinda thinking abt,,, writing bnha stuff again,,,, is anyone here does anyone still read bnha stuff

[patchofsunlight]

hi i'm back here are my updates from the past month(? i think that's how long)😭: i turned that english paper in the morning after it was due but my english teacher was nice and gave me full credit so i got a good grade and all my classes went well this year, i got my pants back but i think i told you that😭, and i didn't get the job i told you about but i got a different job at this little movie theater and i like it a lot so far! except on days when marvel movies come out bc thursday so many people came in right when i was supposed to leave even though that's the time the movie started so they probably should've come earlier😭😭

but how are you, how's your break going ? and how did your exams go? -🍓

JKSNKDJ IM GLAD YOURE DOING ALRIGHT!!!!!!! IVE MISSED YOU!!!!!!

my exams went okay! i got alright grades in all of them, which means i have been accepted into my second semester of uni let's gooooo

on another note i think i'll either turn this blog into an archive or straight up deactivate it dskjfskdf oop. yeah. if you still want to talk to me i'll still be on my main blog so :] oof

anyways how are you

[patchofsunlight]

hey everyone! i know it’s been a little while but i’m thinking of either deactivating this account or just keeping it as an archive. i barely use it anymore + i’m honestly not that interested in the things i used to write about. i’m still thinking about this bc even tho i don’t post here anymore i’m still,,,,,,,, very attached to this blog LMAOOO SO YEAH. i’ll give you any updates as soon as i make my mind. 

meanwhile if anyone wants to keep following me just for the fun of it my main blog is on the desc. of this blog and all that. i don’t post about anything i used to post here but i’m Constantly Vibing There so eh. idk. if any of my anons want to, like, migrate just so we don’t fall out of touch- PFFFT YEAH <3

anyways. talk to you guys soon, maybe. :]

[patchofsunlight]

okay so he didn't just go in my room and snatch them😭 what happened was sometimes my mom does our laundry and she'll mix up our clothes like tee shirts and socks and stuff like that but whenever she does idk if my brother doesn't notice or doesn't care but he doesn't give them back until you ask him if he has it😭 and ig my mom thought they were his bc they're men's sweatpants but i've been looking for them for so long bc they're my favorite, and then we had to go out to help my grandma pack stuff they other day and he walked past me and i was like ??? bc they looked like mine and they were but he said he didn't realize they were mine😭😭

anyways i'm procrastinating on my english paper rn even though it's literally the last assignment i have😭 but did you get to study or write what you were planning to? -🍓

OH LMAOOO THAT MAKES SENSE THAT MAKES SENSE

bro i just got out of an exam it was a NIGHTMARE but i think i did alright. i did write!!!!!!! like i was planning to!!!!!! im probably not writing at all this week bc of exams tho <//3 oof