Some But I’m A Cheerleader Inspired Togachako Sketches/drawings :D

MHA tweets pt.25

do you ever feel like an awful writer who shouldn’t pursue the craft and then you take a breath and walk away, drink some water, take a shower, sing your heart out, and come back thinking ‘yeah this is scary but it’s mine’ ?

🌻Excerpts from my bkdk WIP: Trophy Husband, Who?🌻

1- Todoroki and Bakugou are (fr)enemies interning at Endeavor Law together

2- Todoroki, Ochako, and Izuku are roommates

3-Izuku just wants to introduce Todoroki to his new boyfriend (who is the only reason Todoroki has experienced cleanliness in their apartment's shared spaces in years).

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Todoroki makes a point of bringing out the brownies while all of the interns are gathered in the little conference room, quietly working. He’d packed a plastic bag with the four best-looking ones from the bunch and hands one to Yaoyorozu and then to Iida, both of them pleased and surprised, before keeping the last two for himself. 

Bakugou throws a pencil that bounces off of Todoroki’s forehead. “What the fuck?” he complains. 

Todoroki finally makes eye contact with the man. “Oh, did you want one Bakugou?” he asks pleasantly and his rival freezes, caught between his entitlement and his ego. 

“This is delicious Todoroki, thank you,” Yaoyorozu supplies into the tense silence, winking with the eye Bakugou can’t see from where he’s sitting and Todoroki quickly decides that he’d marry Yaoyorozu if she asked. 

*

“Hey!” Izuku calls happily. “You’re home early.” 

Todoroki pauses halfway to his bedroom and levels his roommate with a blank stare. “I think my father might be God,” he says, dread dribbling from the syllables and spilling at his feet next to the popcorn crumbs. 

Izuku’s smile wavers. “O-oh,” he replies uncertainly. “At least there’s always hell?” Then he visibly cringes.

*

“Deku, what the hell is this?” Katsuki asks. He’s standing in his boyfriend’s living room with his hands on his hips, much like the first time he came over except this time Round Face is nowhere in sight and the space itself has upgraded from complete pigsty to teenage boy’s bedroom. 

It’s not that much of an improvement. 

Deku, meanwhile, is sitting pretty on the couch with the brightness of his smile cranked up so high Katuski has no doubt he’s trying to distract him. 

“Why is there popcorn all over the floor?” Katsuki presses because pretty-boy smiles can’t distract him if he’s stuck staring at the abandoned kernels in dismay, several of them already smooshed into the rug below where unlucky passersby didn’t see them. “And that blanket looks too weirdly placed to not be hiding some oblong mess.”

Deku straightens, less strategically cute and more genuinely nervous. “The popcorn is there for moral reasons, I swear,” he tells Katsuki. 

Katsuki just raises an eyebrow and says, “Uh huh.”

“No, I promise!” Deku continues. “It all started with this little argument I had with Ochako that, you know, it actually had really very reasonable grounds and it’s technically her job to pick up the popcorn so I can’t do it because that would be giving in and- and we’re supposed to resist the establishment-”

“Deku,” Katsuki says flatly, because whatever justification he’s concocted for leaving the popcorn on the ground is complete and utter bullshit and they both know it. “What am I gonna find beneath the blanket?”

MHA fake tweets pt.1

I really super wanna write but wait now my grandmas sharpening a knife while making eye contact with me. I have to go cut the cheese into slices 😔

Types Of Writer’s Block (And How To Fix Them)

1. High inspiration, low motivation. You have so many ideas to write, but you just don’t have the motivation to actually get them down, and even if you can make yourself start writing it you’ll often find yourself getting distracted or disengaged in favour of imagining everything playing out

Try just bullet pointing the ideas you have instead of writing them properly, especially if you won’t remember it afterwards if you don’t. At least you’ll have the ideas ready to use when you have the motivation later on

2. Low inspiration, high motivation. You’re all prepared, you’re so pumped to write, you open your document aaaaand… three hours later, that cursor is still blinking at the top of a blank page

RIP pantsers but this is where plotting wins out; refer back to your plans and figure out where to go from here. You can also use your bullet points from the last point if this is applicable

3. No inspiration, no motivation. You don’t have any ideas, you don’t feel like writing, all in all everything is just sucky when you think about it

Make a deal with yourself; usually when I’m feeling this way I can tell myself “Okay, just write anyway for ten minutes and after that, if you really want to stop, you can stop” and then once my ten minutes is up I’ve often found my flow. Just remember that, if you still don’t want to keep writing after your ten minutes is up, don’t keep writing anyway and break your deal - it’ll be harder to make deals with yourself in future if your brain knows you don’t honour them

4. Can’t bridge the gap. When you’re stuck on this one sentence/paragraph that you just don’t know how to progress through. Until you figure it out, productivity has slowed to a halt

Mark it up, bullet point what you want to happen here, then move on. A lot of people don’t know how to keep writing after skipping a part because they don’t know exactly what happened to lead up to this moment - but you have a general idea just like you do for everything else you’re writing, and that’s enough. Just keep it generic and know you can go back to edit later, at the same time as when you’re filling in the blank. It’ll give editing you a clear purpose, if nothing else

5. Perfectionism and self-doubt. You don’t think your writing is perfect first time, so you struggle to accept that it’s anything better than a total failure. Whether or not you’re aware of the fact that this is an unrealistic standard makes no difference

Perfection is stagnant. If you write the perfect story, which would require you to turn a good story into something objective rather than subjective, then after that you’d never write again, because nothing will ever meet that standard again. That or you would only ever write the same kind of stories over and over, never growing or developing as a writer. If you’re looking back on your writing and saying “This is so bad, I hate it”, that’s generally a good thing; it means you’ve grown and improved. Maybe your current writing isn’t bad, if just matched your skill level at the time, and since then you’re able to maintain a higher standard since you’ve learned more about your craft as time went on

Chapter one of my new de-aged bakugou fic is posted on ao3 as of earlier today! Had it in my files as “katsuki self-love agenda” lol but the official title is frenemy is far too simple a word

Check it out if you’re interested!

Begging kindly asking for comments :)

I definitely get the feeling that izuku has compartmentalized his gay thoughts by locking it away like “ok well sure I’m gay, but I’m only gay for kacchan and pffft THATS never happening so yay gay crisis adverted” and now kacchan is coming to him with big wet heart eyes like “hey Izuku I’m DEFINITELY in love with you btw” and cuts to Izuku shrieking and scrambling for the door

the last 500 words of in the palm of your hand for the ask meme!

I'm putting it all under a "Read More" because it's a little long. This is the fic, for reference, and this is the ask meme. Thank you so so much for the ask!!!

“So,” he says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks so Deku won’t see how fucking sweaty they are. “You’ll have it ready by lunch tomorrow?”  Deku takes the laptop and tilts his head. “Uh. Yeah, I will. In fact, I can get it to you earlier than that-” “I’ll be busy for the rest of the day,” Katsuki lies. All his incident reports are done, and he’s got the night shift on patrol tomorrow. “You’re done by 2 tomorrow, right?” 

This passage was basically Bakugou trying to secure a lunch date with the IT nerd of his dreams and being painfully obvious about it- and he knows he’s being obvious about it, and he’s kind of freaking out because he’s never been in a situation like this. Personally, the nature of Bakugou’s quirk leads me to believe that he’s a really sweaty guy, and that it gets worse when he’s stressed - which makes sense in the context of battle, but is woefully inconvenient anywhere else. Like his palms are wet. 

“...Yes?” “Great. Look, I have to stop at that fucking- crepe place, down the street, right,” he says, praying to every God there is that he looks cool and casual and not like a ‘Deranged Goblin Man’, as the Hero Times described him a few months ago. “So. When you get off work you should meet me there. At the crepe place. Tomorrow. At two pm.” He doesn’t know what’s worse- the fact that he’s really doing this, being reduced to the same sort of emotional sap he would have made fun of only five years ago; or the fact that Present Mic’s lessons on subtlety and hidden meanings in text were actually good for something.  Look at him, effortlessly weaving together words to create sentences with underlying motives. He’s like a modern-day Shakespeare. He’s golden. He’s killing it. Bakugou Katsuki, master of words. He’s on cloud-fucking-nine. He’s- …aaaaand Deku isn’t responding. 

Honestly, one of the main reasons I wrote this fic to begin with is that I really really enjoy it when Bakugou’s blatantly pathetic- and when other characters think he’s pathetic. It’s so great to me. And I personally enjoy it a lot more than when he’s always put together and effortlessly suave- I feel like that’s how he wants to be perceived, but it’s not really how he comes across even when he’s trying. And he’s really trying here. He really likes Deku, and knows his usual unique charm isn’t going to work in actually getting someone to romantically like him, so he pulls out all the stops. One thing I really like to do and always try to do in my writing is to give hints about other character’s interests and personalities within a separate character’s inner monologue- like here, where I mentioned Present Mic having classes like that. I always like reading little details like that in fics and stories because it always gives the impression that there’s more going on in the world. 

Deku blinks. He opens his mouth. Closes it. He sets the laptop down, staring up at Katsuki intently, and Katsuki starts to sweat.  You are Bakugou Katsuki, he reminds himself. You might be down bad, but you’re not weak. It will not kill you if he rejects you. Well, it’ll kill you a little. But not that much.  “At the crepe pla- to give you the laptop, right?” says Deku slowly. His face is turning bright red. Katsuki goes a little weak in the knees.  “Sure, yeah,” Katsuki says half-heartedly. “Look, if you want, I could. I dunno. Fucking- buy you a crepe or something. As payment.”  He’s so smooth. Eat your fucking heart out, Dunce Face. ‘Zero game’, his ass. 

This might just be me but I always think it’s really funny when characters say one sentence, and then blatantly and immediately do a 180 in like, a sentence after that. It’s especially funny when it’s Bakugou- also kind of sad, though. I feel like his superiority and inferiority complexes were in constant battle in his first year, and he still has moments like that. He really wants Deku to like him back, and while he doesn’t doubt his own capabilities to put in the work, he is doubtful of how that’ll affect Deku. Luckily for him, Deku finds him sorta endearing. 

“Sure,” Deku says, scratching the back of his neck, smile just a tad bit shy. His face is still mildly flushed. Katsuki swoons (and does his best to not let it show on his face). “I- uh. I’d like that. I guess.”  “Cool,” says Katsuki. “Cool. Great. Okay, bye. Be there or else. Bye. See you.” He turns on his heel and power walks out of the room, not once looking back, even when Pigtails nearly crashes into him or when Deku makes a noise suspiciously like he’s slamming his head against the desk. He walks out of the room, into the hallway, back to his own office. The door slams shut behind him. He takes a deep breath. Squeezes his eyes shut. A breathlessly excited grin forces his way onto his face, and he pumps his fists, victorious.  He's got a date.

I am a Deku enjoyer first and foremost, and so everything I write kind of reflects that. In a way I think it’s sweet that Bakugou's so smitten, that he’s being such a disaster and that Deku’s all perfect- even if Deku’s equally, if not slightly more- of a disaster than he is.

All in all, this fic was so sweet and fun to write and I was satisfied with how I ended it, which I rarely ever am. Thank you to everyone who read it, and thank you, anon, again for this lovely ask! If anyone would like to send me a similar ask or anything, please feel free to hmu!

MHA tweets pt.9 (continuation of pt.8)