Code: Glycerine

please someone help. Im drowning in school work but all I can focus on is my fics. And the worst part is I can't finish any of them, I keep wanting to write NEW ONES. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜ ) what is wrong with me. That being said! I think i'm gonna start a new one! At this point pierce is probably 75% done but... I need to go back and fix a lot of it and trim it down, its at about 27K words but I feel a lot of it is filler... I just started writing the scene that inspired the whole thing if that tells you anything. Fish is the second thing that i've mainly been working on ... its gonna be a chapter fic (which I have such a bad time with... I always end up abandoning them, fingers crossed I don't this time.) And Glycerine... I might just add it to fish bc it's the same premise or at least the main scene I wanted to write. Would you guys like if I posted what I have so far knowing i'd probably never finish it (And remember, it's a ROUGH draft) ?

Side note ... What's with the complete lack of Abused! Katsuki fics? Like idk... that just scratches my brain. I've seen Forged By Nitroglycerine and Spite but idk ... I want to read it but idk how I feel about a Katsuki/Izuku/Shoto relationship. Do you have any other recs? I'll probably end up giving in and reading it.

hi | get to know me

my names nova, i figured with tiktok's impending doom I should try to find a place with like minded folks :)

im open to chat any time !

a little about me:

my pronouns are : she/her I love all things related to anime, art, drawing, writing, science, earth, pokemon, persona, superheroes (i prefer DC) etc...

i'm currently going to school to get my degree in diagnostic medical sonography--which is just fancy talk for 'ultrasound tech' !

my top 3 animes currently are : My Hero Academia, Death Note and FairyTail

im a capricorn

my favorite pokemon is a tossup between ampharos + gengar

my favorite pokemon type is ghost

i write bkdk fanfics on ao3

my favorite anime character is katsuki bakugo! bc i feel that I relate to him a lot!

I get into periods where i really hyperfixate on certain things, liek shows, characters, foods, etc... rn i'd say my top 3 hyperfixations are: katsuki/mha, pokemon (ive gotten really into collecting the cards), and ... honestly i'd say those two take up all my time lol (though I have recently gotten back into watching arrow on netflix)

speaking of pokemon cards, my biggest pull is the Gengar VMAX 271/264 !

i believe in being kind to all kinds :)

Nova out.

obsessed with the idea that katsuki just never thinks about romance at all bc he doesn't deem it important so when he first comes across feelings of wanting to be by izuku's side "for the rest of our lives" he just assumes it to be a twisted form of high-commitment long-term rivalry or something lmao

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mitsuki: what you said to izuku in the hospital.. was basically a proposal, wasn't it? its rare to see you so sappy.

katsuki: ? proposal for what

mitsuki: ..marriage?

katsuki:

katsuki, only just remembering that the concept of romance and marriage exists:

katsuki, slowly coming to the realization that his feelings towards izuku are not only of rivalry: oh

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i’ve been in an art slump for a while now.. so here’s an old work in progress.

genuinely curious, who’s your fav mha character?

anyone else thing Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga's new song Dying With A Smile is so BKDK coded??

I said this to a friend of mine and they just laughed, am I crazy or??

I wanna make a fic based on the song. It would take place after the war, into their second year (Iz keeps One For All) and they get hit by a quirk that shows them their worst fear (shiggy coming back) and as they think they're dying on the battlefield, they confess their feelings, not being able to bear dying without confessing. Eventually the quirk wears off and they realize their still at Ground Beta doing a training exercise.

What do you think? Any input is welcome :)

i've had a crazy last few weeks, BUT i've cooked up an idea i'm super excited for! Here's a sneak peak at The Bearer Of The Sun God a chapter fic i'm working on!

me with the 50 bajilion google docs I have

local writer reads comments lying on bed like school girl kicking her feet and giggling

sneak peak on a oneshot i'm working on :)

sneak peak at a fic i'm writing !

inspired by the fact that I just want to write something where Katsuki has piercings and every freaking time I start to write one... somehow the piercings get removed... or I just don't know how to add them without saying

HEY UA! BAKUGO KATSUKI HAS piercings.

and thats not the exact ~vibe~ i'm going for.

so this is my attempt so far. (it doesnt even get to the part where they are mentioned, smh)

i give most of my fics 'code names' while writing them and then decide on the name at the end, so for now this is: pierce. obvi somethings will probably be changed when i'm done with the fic.

enjoy :)

The slam of a door reverberated through the entire dorm, shaking walls and rattling picture frames. 

Every head in the common room turned toward the source, but they didn’t need to see who it was to know. Only one member of Class 1-A possessed the strength—and sheer rage—to shake the whole damn building.

Kirishima glanced up from the couch, a knowing smirk already forming. 

“Mido, looks like you’re up,” he said, his voice laced with amused sympathy.

Izuku let out a groan that was equal parts exhaustion and resignation, dragging a hand down his face. 

Ever since he and Katsuki had worked out their… extensive history and rekindled a somewhat volatile but undeniable friendship, the rest of Class 1-A had taken to calling him the “Katsuki Whisperer.” 

The nickname stuck like super glue. 

And while Izuku secretly found a strange pride in his ability to calm the explosive blonde, it also meant he got stuck with handling him whenever the grenade went live.

Case in point: Katsuki had apparently gone nuclear. Again.

“I dunno, Kiri,” Izuku muttered. “I don’t think I can do much this time.”

“You’ve got the magic touch!” Mina chirped from across the room, grinning over her can of soda. “Just give him that voice. You know, the soft one.”

“Yeah, the calming one,” Kirishima added, his grin widening.

Izuku groaned again, louder this time. He could already feel the heat rising to his face.

The faint but unmistakable sound of blaring music began filtering down the hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Izuku’s shoulders tensed as he recognized the song.

“♫ EVERYTHING IS FUCKED, EVERYBODY SUCKS. YOU DON’T KNOW WHY, BUT YOU WANNA JUSTIFY RIPPIN’ SOMEONE’S HEAD OFF ♫”

“Yeah… definitely not going up there,” Izuku shouted over the sudden blast of Break Stuff.

“Oh, come on, Mido! He wouldn’t actually rip your head off!” Kirishima said, though his words lacked any real conviction.

“♫ NO HUMAN CONTACT, AND IF YOU INTERACT, YOUR LIFE IS ON CONTRACT ♫”

“Not helping!” Izuku snapped.

“♫ YOUR BEST BET IS TO STAY AWAY, MOTHERFUCKER! ♫”

The chorus hit like an explosion, and Izuku couldn’t help but cringe. 

If that song was playing, Katsuki was definitely in a mood. There wasn’t a chance in hell anyone was talking him down—not without risking life, limb, and possibly the structural integrity of Heights Alliance.

“Come on!” Mina pressed. She cupped her hands around her mouth and affected a dramatic falsetto. “Just hit him with the classic Hey, Kacchan~ If you don’t explode Heights Alliance, I’ll give you a big fat wet ki—”

Blackwhip shot out of Izuku faster than a lightning bolt, clamping over Mina’s mouth before she could finish.

“Don’t even say it!” Izuku yelped, his face and ears turning a mortified shade of pink. He shot a glare at the fifth user in his head. Thanks for the reflexes, really.

Mina pried the tendrils off her mouth, laughing so hard she had to grip the couch for balance. “Oh, come on, you’re blushing! That’s adorable! You know it works.”

“It’s not—it’s not like that!” Izuku stammered, his voice rising an octave as he flailed his arms in protest. “And even if it was—which it isn’t—it wouldn’t work this time.”

“Why not?” Kirishima asked, looking genuinely puzzled. “You’re the Katsuki Whisperer, man! What could he be that mad about?”

Izuku sighed heavily, glancing toward the stairwell. He could tell them, but… nah. 

Some truths were better kept under wraps. Especially because he didn’t want Katsuki to find out he was the one who let the cat out of the bag.