| i’m gonna be over here on my personal from now on. i have no muse and don’t wish to force it. consider this a hiatus notice.

My favorite thing to draw

@nuravity continued from ask: Ochako suppressed a grin as she tried approaching Bakugo unknowingly, with a plastic bag filled with air. Then, she quickly slammed her hand against it to make it pop loudly once it was close to him.

[ the blond doesn't even flinch, pen scratching away on the notepad as he finalizes some notes for the term paper due next week. he does however feel the slightest change in pressue behind his head, soft blond spikes tickling his neck as they're brushed aside by the unknown source. bakugo knits a brow as he glances up from his notes. turning to look over his shoulder, he quickly realizes what happened and smirks. he turns further to lean on the back of the common room couch, notebook in hand, as he shakes his head at the other.

carmine eyes jump up from the torn plastic bag to warm brown hues. bakugo continues to smirk as he lifts a hand, pointing to his ears. which would normally have dull black plastic hearing aids looped over them, but today...the plastic buds lay inocently and hilariously next to his textbook on the coffee table in front of the couch.

he arches a blond brow before tapping his middle finger on his forehead and twisting it out to face uraraka, signing the word 'genius' with a sarcastic flare. ]

[ so i made bakugo a carrd. also updated all my links. woo! ]

[ his sharp smirk twitches at the mention of the league, the heat behind his eyes smoldering, almost giving his carmine eyes a glow. bakugo drops his feet to the ground with a thump, pushing himself up out of his chair with a sort of growl deep in his throat. "i ain't with those fucks." the words launch from his mouth full of hatred. he didn't want to be associated with that group ever again. to hear the assumption come from her felt like rubbing salt in a wound.·

his shoulders hunch slightly as he can see her sizing him up as well. her frown causing his pulse to spike. good. he was making her uncomfortable. that would make the fight that much more interesting.·

"ah. ah. ah." he tuts, blond spikes bouncing on his head as he launches to the side to block her path, the smoke from his palm barely gone before he attempts to sweep a leg under her. "wouldn't want you interupting my boys." ]

Reblog if you're bored and you want anons.

Or non-anons. Whatever works for you!

ooc whining under the cut..

why. why isn’t the mall closed on the fourth of july? no one is going to come in. i don’t celebrate but i don’t even want to be here. and the air isn’t working and it’s so hot.

i could theoretically be looking at my drafts during the down time but i don’t have the energy.

i’ll be stuck here all day so if anyone wants to send any memes or unprompted asks. go for it.

have an excellent day! stay cool! stay hydrated!

Kacchan only has one video uploaded to YouTube and it's this.

“With your messed up hair, and your feet still bare, would you mind closing the bedroom door?”

Easing some stress with pro-hero boyfriends & morning coffee

katsuki!!

Kacchan as every race in TotK, starting with my personal favourite, Gerudo Kacchan.

Demon King has nothing on him tbh.

[ “oh great. who ordered a pep rally?” his crooked smirk parts as he grumbles, carmine hues a shock of color against the pitch black kohl that clings to the skin around his eyes. she was certainly one of that last heroes he’d expected to see in this region. had he known, he might have altered his plan a touch.

arms casually locked behind his head and legs crossed at the ankles as they rest precariously on the table, bakugo arches a brow. he watches her every movement from his reclined position across the room, acting as if he belonged there and he wasn’t currently stalling for time while his partners robbed the safe in the back room. “long time no see pink cheeks.”  ]

@nuravity​ 

cont. @nuravity​ 

[ dammit. a gloved fist clenches at his side as carmine hues glare back at auburn. dammit! all he can smell is dust and sweat. and it was moments like now that he wished his sweat wasn’t so damn sweet smelling because it was making him sick. he was fuming. anger throbbing at his temples in the form of a headache. the cause of it standing in front of him and acting like he hadn’t just almost blown her in half!

“you call that under control? are you fucking kidding me!” he whirls around to face the center of the hideout, a table covered in papers and empty cups just begging to be flipped over. and so he does. flinging the table and its contents across the small room to smack into the wall. “that was a fucking disaster!” you could have died! 

his shoulders rise and fall quickly as he glares at the mess. yeah, he was pissed about the plan being botched. but he was more hung up on the idea of losing his partner. his comrade in arms. the only person he even remotely trusted in this forsaken world. his only friend. ]

cont. @nuravity​ 

[ a watery drop of red slides from a small cut on his chin onto his uniform. the brunt of his injuries only as minor as a few cuts and scrapes from rouge debris. he clenches his teeth hard as he maneuvers to a clearing with uraraka in tow.

“shut it idiot.” he’d removed his gauntlets in favor of making sure she got to medical as soon as possible, their bulkiness only would have made that more difficult. he’d have to retrieve them later from forensics probably. “your ass got kicked almost as much as theirs did.” 

the blond chances a glance down at her as he rounds a corner. thank fuck she was light or they’d have had to wait for the medics to come to them. “you did great pink cheeks.” his compliment rare and whispered as he glances back to the path. ]

[ “tch” the blond rolls his eyes as he glances away from the puppy-dog pout that was midoriya izuku. shitty deku.

he gulps down some water before wiping the back of his hand over his lips to catch any loose drops. “of course i wouldn’t! don’t give you the right to sniff me though.” bakugo huffs before capping his bottle and tossing it onto his gym bag. “now put that damned notebook of yours away and make yourself useful.” he turns a bit, gesturing to the training mat on the gym floor. ]

cont. @oncforallxbroccoli​ 

[ carmine eyes twitch before narrowing. “shut it!” he itches to tug at the collar of his shirt but refuses to draw further attention to his own sweat. no, he wasn’t suddenly self conscious to the fact that his black gym shirt had damp sweat marks down his back and neck. lies!

“you can’t just go around sniffing people asshat! what my sweat smells like is my business. not yours! got it!” he grumbles as he places one hand on his hip while the other grabs his water bottle. “stupid nerd.” ]

Praying to angels but only the devils hear