happy valentine’s day !! 💕💗

adventuring party au where you've stumbled into the company of ranger deku, knight iida, witch ochako, barbarian bakugou, and bakugou's faithful dragon kirishima.

your party visits a village where you accidentally trigger an ancient marriage custom. now, aspiring suitors will fight to first blood for the promise of your hand in marriage, and you're not liking how many unknown villagers seem interested.

you're just hoping your party can figure out a way to help you sneak out of the village before the tournament wraps up—except, wait, why is bakugou striding into the ring...?

Queen Mage Izuku, ruler of Yuuei, kingdom of magic users, enters into a tense alliance with Warrior King Katsuki, ruler of dragons. Mages and dragons have been at odds for centuries but now they must unite against the growing threat of the League of Necromancers.

P.S. Maybe I'll write out this story someday but for now, here's art! Will be posting the Warrior King Katsuki piece soon!

How could I let this happen..

“If I could attach our blood vessels so we could become each other I would. If I could attach our blood vessels in order to anchor you to the earth to this present time I would. If I could open up your body and slip inside your skin and look out your eyes and forever have my lips fused with yours I would.”

— David Wojnarowicz, from Seven Miles a Second

happy valentine’s day !! 💕💗

something insane about how bkg is probably the only person who understands the depth of dekus inner feelings

Sometimes I remember kacchan was literally tortured to his death, experiencing both physical and emotional pain. I really hope he'll get some comfort from Izuku once he wakes up because I bet he's gonna cry and I won't handle it

I can't help but love great explosion murder god dynamight as bakugo's hero name. It's just so perfect for his character and where he's at mentally when he decides to call himself that. What a great way to honour all might (promising to shoulder part of his legacy while still feeling responsible for his downfall even though it wasn't his fault), deku (making his name an all might tribute like deku wanted at the start and promising to embrace his way and style of heroism) and his brand lmao (god forbid people notice it's too sentimental; he has a Reputation he needs to keep up).

Or maybe I just love bakugo idk.

Clingy Kacchan in the morning 🫣 Yup our baby is not a morning person

Their reunion scene after the big battle can't be some calm, smiling, hand holding if we're lucky event. I need Izuku ugly crying and getting snot all over Katsuki as he crushes him in a hug. Katsuki would hug back, running his fingers through Izuku's hair and telling him that he is okay before getting overwhelmed and sobbing as they both hang on to each other.

They have both been through too much to have any sort of emotional control, especially Izuku.

merms, what are bakugou and weeds up to this christmas? :)

their second christmas together is spoilers for the deku fic, so let’s have a look at what they did for their first one together, after their christmas eve dinner with deku:

Katsuki wakes up before his alarm, before the sun rises—the city spread out beyond his bedroom windows like a carpet of stars. Weeds is curled next to him, deeply asleep. Despite spending the night together he’ll still be hesitant about touching her, the sureness he has in the heat of the moment turning into something like shyness now, with her soft face so vulnerable, asleep like this. He settles for arranging his doona around her better, frowning to himself as his hand smooths over a now padded shoulder, the length of her back.

(He turns off his alarm and lies there, trying to sleep-in—but he’s still wired. it’s be the beginning of something new, now, and he wants to do what he’s always done: blaze into it with a trail of light)

When Weeds wakes up she’s curled into the warmth of Katsuki, his skin. He smells of his soap; sweet and low and spicy, almost medicinal—like cloves, or charred wood in a temple. Being this close to him is the permission Weeds has wanted for a while, now: lightly, as though touching a stray cat that’s tentatively beginning to trust her, she strokes her fingers across his shoulders, his scars. Katsuki breathes in deeply at the motion, and the kiss he gives Weeds in return presses her back into bedlinen that smells like him.

Later, he’ll make them both a impromptu Christmas Day lunch, frying chicken and julienning radish for a side, making fries and gravy. Weeds will set out plates for the two of them, setting out places on the counter, the sunset-orange roses Deku gave her last night the centrepiece for their meal. They’ll talk about stupid things; everything. The romantic snowy Christmas vacations Katsuki’s parents take themselves on, now, at the other end of the country. The holiday parties he and the rest of the Golden Generation would have at school. Over a simple dessert of tangerines Weeds will tell him about her own Christmases with her Grandfather, the cousins and the aunts and the uncles that came out of the woodworks for them occasionally. They’ll do the dishes together, and even though Katsuki tells her (gruffly, squinting at something to the side of her) that she can stay the night again, if she wants to, she hesitates—still in her clothes from the night before.

“Get some shit together,” he says. “‘n I’ll come and get you, tomorrow. Or whatever. If you wanna.”

(Weeds will be unable to help it; she’ll grin at him. “I’d love that,” she’ll say, and he’ll tip his head like it’s no big deal, though his face looks warmer than it did moments before)

Katsuki will escort Weeds to the station she needs to get her back home—and even though it’s cold outside, it’s a bright clear day. They walk together closely; occasionally another passerby will nod to them, to Ground Zero, wishing them both a Merry Christmas or a hello. At one point a drunken group of university-aged boys will stagger past, all in Santa hats, cheering when they see Katsuki. It’s the only time on the entire walk that they’re separated—the boys and their merriment like a tide that pushes the pair of you apart, leaving Weeds standing there in the winter sunshine, watching with big eyes as Katsuki scowls, caught in the middle.

He shakes them off, eventually; his smooth face grumpy as he rejoins Weeds, who smiles automatically as she takes the arm he offers, silent.

At the station he walks with her to her platform, a faithful guard. When the train comes their goodbye is quick—she looks at him, suddenly unsure, and he steps into her space, easily, as he kisses her, a whistle sounding.

(Weeds will dart onto the train quickly, still standing as the doors close and the train pulls away—Katsuki standing there as he grins at her, sudden and brilliant, the sun peeking out from gold-rimmed cloud).

Skin✨

the gals !!