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Holy bloody shit. After two months, the story outline is officially done. (100 pages of pure, torturing notes)

Please tell me I'm not the only one who needs this many details before writing?

Smoke. It carves the air, swirling through the sparks of floating embers. Katsuki Bakugou watches from his back, blinking slowly. Beautiful, he would typically think of the stars. He is disappointed—the stars are not out. Smoke has covered the entire sky.

His body trembles. Fingertips dig into the wet earth beneath him, sticky with mud and red. A fire crackles nearby, its heat licking his torn uniform, his exposed skin. His chest shudders violently, air slipping in shallow, painful gasps. Each inhale needles his lungs, drags fresh flames through his ribcage. He bites down on a cry as his nails scrape against the ground. His abdomen pulses sharply. Warmth pools beneath him.

Move. Some instinct screams at him. Stand up.

Katsuki’s teeth clench, grinding against the primal urge to stay down. He forces himself to his elbows. A low groan escapes his throat as he rises to his knees, his hand clamping over the gaping wound in his waist. Something inside shifts—grinds—but he doesn’t stop. The pain folds in on itself as he stands, staggering. His vision tunnels. The world tilts.

Above the smoke, a flash of green.

Izuku Midoriya—idiot, masochistic Deku—flies through the carnage, through the invisible stars and inferno, his body barely holding together. Katsuki can’t tear his eyes away. He is not stupid. He does not need to ask Izuku to know that these are the last few embers of One for All. He has witnessed it draining from him during lessons, in the longer breaks between sparring, the way Izuku’s body trembles as if holding much more than Katsuki’s weight on the training mat.

His fingers twitch, desperate for the explosions that would carry him up, push the other aside, and fight where he belongs at the front of danger. Save your quirk Deku, he’d spit. I got this. But his palms only spark faintly, skin cold, clammy. Useless.

The enemy lunges—massive, grotesque, a twisted nightmare of claws and sinew. Instead of targeting Izuku, its massive eyes land on Katsuki below.

Angry.

“You should be dead, boy,” the Nomu—the last one hidden after All for One’s downfall—shrieks from the air. Its wings pin against its body as it shoots through the smoke.

It is too fast, Katsuki too slow.

Another green flash, this time directly in front of Katsuki.

He tries to yell a warning, but his voice breaks, ragged and weak.

Izuku doesn’t dodge.

The Nomu’s claws tear straight into Izuku’s chest. There is a sickening snap as the talons break through bone and muscle, flesh and fabric. Numb, Katsuki watches from behind. The monster roars, flaps its wings, and brings Izuku skyward. Five feet, ten, twenty. Rain begins to fall, red and thick, over Katsuki. He blinks up, and the rain splatters over his cheeks.

Not water. Not rain, his brain provides unhelpfully.

The claws release.

Izuku falls. The impact of his landing reverberates through the ground, shivers up Katsuki’s battered legs.

The Nomu howls laughter.

Katsuki stumbles forward.

“Stand up, idiot!”

His boots catch in the mud, his legs screaming. He watches the quiet, bleeding body on the battlefield, waits for green eyes to open with some stupid smirk beneath freckles leading the way to his next attack. It is such a common phenomenon, one that is so expected that Katsuki does not hesitate turning his back, eyes following the creature as it continues to laugh and circle from above. He waits for Izuku to grab his shoulder. He waits for whispering, a plan mumbled directly into his ear.

“It’s coming back,” he warns, posing as he would back-to-back with his partner.

It does not quite register that Izuku isn’t moving.

The rumbling, inhumane laughter stops briefly. Yellow eyes catch Katsuki again. “My my, I would have thought you’d at least mourn the death of a partner. You’re not much different from an emotionless Nomu, are you?”

Katsuki’s eyebrow twitches. “The fuck are you saying? No one is dead except you!”

The Nomu’s beak gapes, seemingly to smile with its sharp teeth. “Denial, I see. Trust me boy, your friend is not getting up.”

Katsuki’s brain cannot fathom what the monster is saying, so he does not try to. “Watch my back, Deku! I’m going in!”

The first explosion is weaker than he’d like, but it brings him high enough to collide with All for One’s last creation. He releases another blow directly at its face, yelling. The monster spews a surprised yawp and falls back. Katsuki waits for the follow-up attack, green lightning striking for a quick finish. But…it never comes.

Katsuki falls through the air, confused.

Where is Izuku?

When he lands on his feet, his ankles give out. He curses from the ground, glaring at the sky. Waiting. Where is the lightning? Where is their victory?

He makes the mistake of looking down.

Izuku’s body remains motionless several feet away, covered in dirt.

“Deku,” he calls out. “Do you copy?”

There is no response. He must have fallen asleep, the bastard.

Something irks inside Katsuki—an anger that is reserved for Izuku and his ass-making decisions. How could he fall unconscious in the middle of battle?

“Deku, get up you idiot.”

Still, quiet.

Creeping apprehension cuts deep through Katsuki’s brain.

“Oi, what are you doing? The villain is coming back!”

Denial denial denial.

He tries to stand, but collapses pathetically to his knees. He begins to crawl.

An obstacle, an impossibility that he cannot compute within his mind, seems to block his rational thoughts. He draws closer, closer to the sleeping boy.

But Izuku’s eyes are open.

Strange.

Izuku isn’t supposed to look like this.

Read the rest on Ao3, "The Last" (I'm too lazy to reformat all of it on Tumblr)

I made it back to Thailand today! More fics to *finally* come now that I'm free of family duties ((:

Here's a short snippet from another WIP (post-war, canonical):

Katsuki is wrapping his bruised knuckles when his cell phone chimes. He yanks on the cloth bandage with his teeth, tying the knot on his left hand, while he uses his elbow to tap the screen lying face-up on his glass coffee table. The phone blinks. Ochako’s voice cuts across his living room quietly.

“Bakugou?”

“Here,” he says, mouth full of cotton. “Make it quick. I have patrol in ten minutes.”

He finishes tying the bandage and moves on to his right hand.

“Yeah, sorry. I know you’re busy—I didn’t know who else to call. There’s an issue at one of my schools regarding a gang in your precinct.”

Katsuki lifts an eyebrow, though she can’t see it. His mouth is clear of any cloth when he answers, “You gotta be more specific. What’s going on?”

Katsuki is impressed—proud, even—of Ochako’s work in quirk counseling. He knows there must be some deeper meaning behind each of her overnight shifts, the reason she invests so much into each child born with an unpredictable quirk, but he is not close enough to ask her outright. But he is not stupid. He hears the whispers. He sees the crestfallen frown on Izuku’s face after every one of his conversations with Ochako, slumping as if he is holding up yet another stress on his back, a fissure of tension pulsing across his tender shoulder blades.

There is a ghost that haunts Ochako, a regret that Katsuki is not privy to.

Of all the people in the world, for reasons no one can quite articulate, Izuku is yet again the confidant of his ex-classmates—and Ochako slowly wraps herself around him, creeping and consuming, like a vine choking its host. It is not her fault; Katsuki knows that when Izuku’s persistence is strong enough, anyone would spill their deepest secrets, trusting until there is nothing left of them to share. Until there is nothing left of Izuku to offer. Even so, Katsuki, while proud of her work, does not speak to Ochako with the same friendly intonation like he used to. She must realize how much she is wearing out the hero-turned-teacher, but whether she is blind or unwilling to find fault for bearing all her issues on one man, Izuku's chin has only dipped lower and lower into his chest.

Nowadays, Katsuki and Ochako are professional acquaintances, but nothing more.

“I’ve caught a glimpse of a young man frequenting the middle school in Musutafu, chatting with the kids as they leave classes,” continues Ochako through the phone line. “He doesn’t look a day over twenty, but no matter how much I try to catch up to him, he disappears before we can talk. He has one of those hourglass emblems on his jacket sleeve—the same one from that small gang popping up in your area.”

Katsuki sighs. So far, there hasn’t been more than petty thefts and hackling from the newly represented "Burning Sand" gang, and Katsuki has left most of their offenses to the police. A bunch of runaway misfits, too consumed in their own prejudices to listen to authority—Dynamight is the epitome of what they stand against: self-righteous, pedestal heroes. He is the last person they’d want to talk to.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Katsuki asks, trying to reel in his annoyance. “Unless there’s a broken law, I can’t arrest him. He’s just talking to some kids.”

He hears the exasperation in Ochako’s voice before she begins to speak. “I’m not asking you to arrest him. I just want you to keep an eye out. Some of the students said he was trying to recruit them, and the last thing I want is a notification that someone from my school was an accomplice in an armed robbery.”

“Fine, I’ll keep an eye out.” He finishes the bandage on his other hand, unintentionally knotting it to a point of pinching. “In the meantime, talk to your kids about stranger danger. Surely they’re smart enough to understand that gangs are a one-way-ticket to a life behind bars.”

“They’re fourteen, Bakugou. Fourteen year olds do plenty of stupid, rebellious things, no matter how much they’re taught,” Ochako digs. “Surely you remember the stupid things you did as a pubescent teen.”

Katsuki does not know if the insult is intentional, so he pretends not to have heard it.

“Whatever, Cheeks. If I see anything worth mentioning, I’ll let you know.”

He hangs up.

When he stands from the sofa, flexing his freshly wrapped fingers, his phone chimes one last time.

From Uravity:

His name is Lory, according to the students.

Katsuki does not bother with a response and pockets the phone in his uniform.

Morning patrol is uneventful. He helps replace a blown tire; directs traffic when a commuting businessman accidentally hops a median; guides a blind college student across the road. The closest he gets to catching a whiff of Burning Sand is when he rips down a few flyers from a street pole, all depicting their black and white, tipping hourglass symbol with an impressively difficult to read subtitle—TIME IS BURNING. STOP THE FIRE. He has no idea what the motto is meant to imply, but he is quick to incinerate the papers in a clenched fist.

An hour before lunch, he moves precincts.

Technically, Red Riot and Pinky have claim to this neighborhood—a small, but busy suburb on the hills of Shizuoka—but the hero duo have been out of town for “personal business.” Katsuki knows better; whatever Eijirou and Mina are up to is no business transaction. Not that he blames them for finally cashing in their vacation days. Of any hero duo from his class, he is glad that they were the first two to make an official partnership, romantic or otherwise.

Suffering one more day as a middleman between their filthy, pining text messages would have cost Katsuki his last brain cell.

He lands lazily on the edge of a convenient store rooftop, overlooking the new precinct like a half-mindful parent watching their toddler. Over the course of recent years, Katsuki has learned not to stress over unlikely what-ifs: what if the man in a trenchcoat across the street is a flasher? What if the bundle of blankets in a baby stroller is a bomb? What if the group of high schoolers on the basketball courts are members of an underground mafia? These types of judgements once ruled Katsuki’s decisions as an early pro-hero. He’d stay awake deep into the night, sometimes on working hours, sometimes not, worrying about the possibilities.

What if Shigaraki came back? What if All for One was not defeated?

What if Izuku-

He shakes his head.

Beneath him, civilians scatter like insects, darting in and out of two-story office buildings, careful not to bump into one another as they begin their lunch breaks. A few look upward, wave at Katsuki as they pass, before heading into the convenient store. He catalogues the groups he sees: businessmen and women, families, friends, students. A tall male in a sweatshirt stands out, slinking behind a quick moving group of girls. Katsuki watches him carefully until the man turns a corner and disappears down another side street.

“Hey, Dynamight!”

A voice calls, and Katsuki peers down. A young teenager grins up at the hero, teeth sharp and freckles dark across his forehead. Katsuki thinks about Ochako’s warning about Burning Sand recruiting middle-schoolers, and he leaps from the parapet.

Landing on the sidewalk in front of his obvious fan, Katsuki takes a moment to study the kid. A sharp horn extends from the back of his head, angling toward the sky. He is wearing a Dynamight official shirt, a bold orange ‘X’ over black, and his brown hair is styled to mimic Katsuki’s with a substantial amount of gel. The kid rocks back on his heels, dark eyes shining brightly as he twiddles his thumbs in front of him.

“What do you need?” Katsuki asks, remembering to control his volume like Izuku had suggested after the last disappointing rankings.

The kid’s shoulders rise to his ears. “Um. Could you sign my shirt?”

Katsuki typically would not indulge the public with such pointless intricacies, but there is something about the familiar smile—embarrassed, but not enough to sway away from asking for an autograph—that has Katsuki reluctantly holding out an open palm. The kid fumbles for his backpack, unzipping a front pocket, before dropping a silver marker into Katsuki’s waiting hand.

As Katsuki signs his name on the sleeve of the shirt, he snorts. “Shouldn’t you be in school? You’re not ditching, are ya?"

The kid blushes and recaps the marker after Katsuki hands it back. “It was only half-day today. All of the teachers have meetings—they do it once every couple of months. I’m on my way home!”

The hero darts his eyes around the crowded sidewalk and street, past a group who are standing nearby taking pictures. “Keep your focus on your surroundings, kid. And don’t talk to any strangers.”

Katsuki does not think the kid is paying attention, not with the way his eyes keep slinking from the large gauntlets over Katsuki’s forearms to his waistband where two more grenades dangle, admiration glowing from every crevice of his face. Smirking, Katsuki rubs his knuckles over the boy’s hair before stepping back. “Remember to stay away from strangers,” he says once more before launching into the sky.

As it turns out, Burning Sand may have a few members in Eijirou’s precinct, too. Katsuki flies from rooftop to rooftop, stopping whenever he catches another hastily taped hourglass hanging off a telephone pole, a fence post, a street light. The flyers are spaced out in no particular direction. Eventually, Katsuki makes an entire loop around the neighborhood, wiping off bits of ash from the sixteenth poster between his palms—when he hears a crash.

He’s back in front of the park, the same convenient store where he'd talked to the boy. The streets are emptying now, people returning to work, families lounging in the park instead of in stores, and the metallic crash is almost inaudible over the laughter and shouts of the playground. Katsuki twists his head and turns the corner of a side street.

A pile of trash bins are knocked over in an alleyway between stores, blocking Katsuki’s view with mounds of rotting garbage. He scrunches his nose and steps into the shadows. There are other sounds—grunting of some sort, scraping, and then a shrill yelp. When his eyes at last adjust to the dark end of the alley, he freezes.

A tall, young man windmills his arms, brandishing his fists as if he is entering a ring. And across from him—a familiar suit worth eight-years of sidekick salary hunches over placatingly, holding a bruising jaw.

Katsuki almost laughs. Instead he smirks, quiet enough that the men still do not realize his presence, and leans a shoulder against the brick wall to watch.

“Come, now.” The gentle voice is one Katsuki often hears in his dreams, his nightmares, always accompanied by flashes of green. “We don’t have to fight. Let’s just talk about this—”

“No!” The tall, lean stranger shuffles forward. Katsuki recognizes him from patrol, the same dark sweatshirt following behind a group of girls before the fan-kid had interrupted. “You’re just like the rest of them! Fuck off with your unwanted promises!” When he swings, the hunk of armor ducks, glowing in the dark.

Izuku makes short work of the other man, leaving him on the ground, blinking absently up toward the gutters and clotheslines overhead.

At last, Katsuki applauds.

Green eyes dart to the opening of the alleyway, shock rippling across features. “K–Kacchan?”

Katsuki pushes off the wall and continues clapping his gloved hands. “Bravo,” he says sarcastically, stepping over the mound of tipped trash. “You only took one hit to the face, this time.”

TBC on Ao3 eventually.

The Last

Ever since he was a child, Katsuki has taken everything from Izuku.

It is only natural that he should steal this, too.

(Or- How the last of Izuku's OFA embers are spent.)

This was by request from a follower: "Katsuki goes insane watching an unconscious Izuku fight with Blackwhip controlling his body."

Heeyyy are you ever going to finish or publish THE CORRIDORS because that my favorite fic😭😭. I was wondering since it’s not in aO3 anymore

Yes!! I had to pull it off Ao3 for a quick revision and rewrite now that I have a new Beta :// It should be back up mid-February <33

WIP (vigilante Deku)

(Trying to be more active here lol) IZUKU COULD NOT REMEMBER the last time he'd seen the sun. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the cold wind bit at his exposed skin, fogging his goggles. His boots splattered on the puddled concrete soaked with rain, mud, and old blood. Though rainstorms had become a daily phenomenon, they never could wash away the stains. Death and blood polluted Japan, and it was only a matter of time before it clouded the rest of the world. Shigaraki and All for One would make sure of it.

The streets were silent. No civilians. Over the past few months, only violent protestors or petty villains dared venture out; the real threats—the monsters that had torn Tartarus apart—had vanished, slipping into the shadows once the international teams arrived. Izuku had crossed paths with a few of the new heroes, but none measured up to the legends of his childhood. Still, their efforts had been appreciated. All Might strength or not, anyone would be welcome to fight alongside the dwindling Japan remnants. There was a certain hope and strength in numbers... or so everyone believed.

It was a shame, though not a complete surprise, when most of them died.

Deku worked alone now. 

He wiped the condensation off his lenses and stared up at the gray sky, focusing on the outline of a Nomu as its wings beat against the harsh winds. An invisibility quirk. Without his specialized goggles, he wouldn’t have known it was there. For days, he’d tracked the invisible beast, waiting for it to return to its master or hint at the League's location. It never did. It just drifted, mindlessly circling the countryside with no sign of stopping.

His hand tightened around the goggles—Hatsume’s last gift before she went missing like so many others. He prayed that the mechanic and her family had successfully fled the country. It was a far better alternative to the claim that someone had seen her corpse under a collapsed building. 

At the edge of an abandoned skyscraper, Izuku paused, his gaze sweeping over what remained of Esuha city. The heart of the metropolis, which had once pulsed with life and hope, now lay in broken fragments. Across the street, Fat Gum's agency stood as little more than a hollow shell, the shackled remains of brick and stucco reaching upward like ancient ruins.

When All for One had escaped Tartarus, the agencies were the first to fall. Leftover heroes had banded together near Yuuei campus, hiding in wait for an opportunity to fight back, which of course never came.

Izuku squinted and spotted a few bodies strewn near the entrance of Fat Gum's agency, long past the point of saving. He could almost hear their desperate cries, fists pounding against the agency's sealed doors, pleading for a sanctuary that would never come. What final thoughts had passed through their minds as they realized no one would answer?

It was little wonder the people had turned their backs on the heroes. Izuku couldn’t blame them.

He barely slowed his pace as he fired off a brief, coded text to Endeavor: Bodies in Esuha center. He knew the rescue teams would handle retrieving the decomposed corpses and identifying them, passing along the news to what little family remained. That was no longer his concern. Izuku’s purpose had narrowed to a single, burning objective: destroy All for One. The dead were beyond his reach, but the living still had a chance, however slim. And so, he pressed on, trailing the Nomu like a ghost through the rain-soaked ruins.

The jagged skyline eventually flattened to sprawling neighborhoods, then to abandoned rice fields, where weeds rose like sentries from the earth. Each time the Nomu dipped lower, Izuku crouched among the tall grass, heart pounding, careful not to be caught in the creature's line of sight. He moved in a rhythm now, alternating between bursts of running and surveillance, never allowing himself the luxury of rest.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. A response from Endeavor, no doubt. A plea for him to update his location, to inform the group about where he was going. But he could not risk communicating that way, even in code. All for One was no doubt listening, waiting for an opportunity to catch and kill the last of the resistance. One misstep, one careless message—like, I’m chasing an invisible Nomu—and everything would be snuffed out.

He liked to believe that he could go on for as long as necessary; his years of training had conditioned him to survive in extremes. But his body had its limits. Food had run out two days ago, and the Nomu showed no signs of slowing down. Izuku tried to keep an eye out for any sources—an old convenience store, an unlocked door, a tipped over trash can—but found nothing. Mere adrenaline thrummed through his veins, keeping him sharp, alert.

As rain drizzled down, Izuku tilted his head back, catching a few drops on his tongue. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.

Another buzz from his pocket, just as the Nomu screeched overhead. Izuku ducked behind a shrubby tree, pulse quickening with the fear he’d been seen. But the creature, oblivious, continued its course. They were heading back towards civilization—if that word even applied anymore. In the distance, apartment rooftops broke the horizon, and something about them tugged at Izuku’s memory. A fragment of his past, perhaps. Musutafu, maybe. If it truly was his hometown, he’d have circled Japan in under a week. He couldn’t help but let a dark smile curl at the thought—what a record that would have been.

Briefly glancing up at the bird as it grazed the tips of the trees, Izuku risked a peek at his phone.

2 new messages.

He fully expected the notifications to be from Endeavor, but when he opened them, he nearly dropped his phone in surprise.

Unknown number:

Where the FUCK are you.

I stole your number from number-one hot head, so answer me before he finds out and destroys my phone.

Another buzz followed moments later.

I know you’re reading these. Call me asap. I’m deleting evidence of this conversation.

A lump lodged its way into Izuku's throat. Twilight crept across the sky, casting long shadows through the skeletal trees that offered him little protection. His breaths came quicker, his heart pounding in his ears. The Nomu circled overhead, a predator biding its time.

And for a moment, Izuku broke.

He buried his face in the crook of his arm, the sobs quiet, muffled, but unstoppable. It was startling, almost relieving, to know that he could still cry. Many of his classmates could not anymore.

Classmates. The word felt like poison on his tongue. Ochako, Tenya, Shoto, Mina, Minoru… Kacchan. Just a few of the faces he hadn’t seen in over a month. He’d erased himself from their lives, using a new phone thanks to Hatsume’s network of friends, severing every connection. He couldn’t risk being found—not again. Not after they’d dragged him back three times already, forcing him to bathe and eat and waste several days in their care.

This time, most of them stayed away on one condition: that he would direct them to All for One and Shigaraki when the time came. He was not allowed to fight by himself. Though Endeavor and Jeanist would not be able to track him, they eventually relented to his request to go alone. They would have to trust him.

After all, Deku had never failed them before.

Izuku hiccupped as he slid his back down the bark of the tree. Absently, his eyes tracked the silhouette of the Nomu, its wings slicing through the sky toward the distant city. He would catch up—he always did—but right now, steadying his breath, his heart, was the priority. Who would have thought a simple text could unravel him like this? He cursed himself for opening the phone at all. TBC (on Ao3 eventually)

yooooo, new super hero team

in the latest chapter in my fic, the mutants known as Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina. Tenya Ilda, Ochaco Uraraka, Shouto Todoroki, Kirishima Eijirou, Katsuki Bakugou and the human Midoriya Izuku are know known as the super hero team X Men. Yes, you heard right in my alternate dimension they are the X Men.

Go read my fic bro you dont wanna miss this out trust me:

Guess who is back

hi dearsssssss guess who is back and just posted a new chapter ?

with love,

ya girl

hope y'all enjoy it !

new chapter y'all

we finally learn more of the x gene origins (in my universe its whole new origin so please dude dont expect to be exactly the same)

in case you dont know what im talking about I made a bkdk x man au hehehe and in the latest chapter I have brought some answers ( or maybe more questions) anyways we've reached 90, 197 words now guys that's cool a friend of mine said that's bigger than the first Harry Potter book there's so much yet to happen I have so so many ideas

hop on the boat before its finished (its more fun that way)

me holding my baby (my fic):

my link here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59989765/chapters/153053389

guys im going on a trip so I will be away for a few days so that leaves plenty time for y'all to catch up for when im back

love y'all be safeeeee

A jealous Kats goes to confront a very blunt Todoroki

In the latest chapter of my fic, an extremely jealous kats goes to confront an extremely blunt Todoroki. Only to find him hot- wtf is going on ?

my fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59989765/chapters/153053389

Todoroki has arrived!!!!

First of all happy new year my dears! Alsooooooooo in the latest chapter you're finally meeting IFOF! Shouto Todoroki (in case you dont know what's that its the Shouto Todoroki from my fic's universe yay) the chapter today is huge but its cause I had to make it up for my time awayyyyyy (im so sorry dear readers)

trust me you're going to like todays chapter

anyways loveeeesssss just in case somehow you havent read my fic yet is an x men au (with my own twist in it) with bkdk as the protagonists and they just entered ua y'all and in there there is a lot of mutants ( kats is a mutant but izuku isnt he is quirkless ) and recently izuku just meet Shouto finally

Todoroki introducing himself to the new hottie of the school:

izuku meeting this new hot mutant:

jealous kats:

anywaysssss here is my fic so you can read it:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59989765/chapters/153053389

aaaaaaaah my ao3 link for some reason isnt working whyyyyyyyy but you can literally check my recent posts for the link y'all

New chapter out!

Kirishima (and other characters) have finally made an appearance !

My fic here:

Part 3 has began

ALSO AIZAWA HAS A SCHOOL FOR GIFTED YOUNGSTERS I REPEATTTTTTTTTTTT UA IS FINALLY PART OF MY FICCCCCC YEYYYYYYYYYY THINGS ARE FINALLY GETTING INTERESTING

I would hop on the boat if I were you :

the mutants have finally a place to call home

alsoooooooo in case you dont know what the fuck im talking about well ive created a bkdk fic in whichhhhhhhhhhhhhh hehehheheheh is a kinda of an x man au but with my own twist on it it has much violence and people with quirks aren't the majority of the population izuku is quirkless and him and kats are hopelessly in love with each other but being a mutant ( having a quirk is literally a crime so well things ) aren't looking sweet when kats is outed as a mutant..... anyways please give my baby ( my fic ) a try y'all :

much love as always and thank you for everythinggggggggggggggggg

Part two is complete!

It was so short broooooooooooooooooooooooo buttttttt heyyyyyyyyy

Alice (me) to myself every time I realize I keep expanding my fanfiction universe more and more and creating more rules and details and locations for it:

If you're late you should probably catch up before I start part 3 bro:

part 3 is coming (my man Shouto too)

ALSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I said in the notes of the chapter but I will say once again thank you for reading and keeping up with me I love you guys and I hope y'all are enjoying the ride much much love as alwaysssssss and be well and save everyoneeee

New chapter !

the league is finally created in my fic's mha universe hehehehe things are about to get realll interesting part 3 is getting closer and closer

My readers receiving this chapter after last chapter ending:

my fic's link so you can check the new chapter:

Part 3 is coming

I dont think you guys get the amount of bombs ive been getting part 2 is almost overrrrrr part 3 is going to be crazyyyyyyyyyy

my fic if you have no idea what im talking about:

See you later?

Guys im feeling a bit unmotivated and I dont really feel like posting my fic at least for a little while. I think that maybe my fic isnt that good to put that much effort in. I hate not finishing things so I will probably come back to finish (specially to introduce Shouto who I couldn't till now) idk I just feel that maybe I got too excited over an idea that is not even that good you know? Anyways I'm sending y'all much love and a happy season because this is supposed to be my favorite season of the year. Just know that I love y'all and was very grateful for the support and the love you've given me.

how it feels having to people have conversations in two different cars tho they are kinda far away from each other and there is wind:

Kats and endeavor screaming at each other in my fic be like

im sorry I didn't daily update yesterday I was sad because I failed and didn't get my driver's license T.T anywaysssss it was hard but so fun to finally have Enji in the story I couldn't make him a bad person for literally no reason like in the anime so I gave him a sad and twisted back story also I had to make kats more unhinged in this chapter

alsoooooo kats going unhinged gave me feral cat vibes:

dont worry horikoshi dear they might not be canon in your mind but ill make sure they are in my fic

Hehehehe chapter 47 is out now

Part 2

guys im going to start part 2 now (probably going to post it tomorrow) I couldn't wait any longer bedsides the leaks (the anger further motivated me) im probably going to write part 2 in the same space/ fic because I decided that they didn't look put together when I divided them. anyways excited to start this new phase swear in this part we're seeing other characters like Shouto and Aizawa

my fic in case you dont know what the hell im talking about:

Part 1 is complete

Go check out my fic guys part 1 is done we're moving to part 2 next:

guys do you remember that times in Percy Jackson where uncle Gabe would lie to the tv making me laugh my ass off while I read the book?

Well.. I decided that we needed one of this scenes as well and let me tell you eccentric Doffy was not the criminal Zuzu and Kats were expecting and Law is like Im terrified of this pink glasses man:

you are needing something to binge read with now 40 chapters bkdk fic with an original story and with daily updates that keep coming?

hold up, I gotcha

I keep getting ideas so we may never get to the point where I want to get but anyways

I realized what my fic was missing:

murderous children

all the good stories have those like one piece. hunter x hunter. batman comics- Damian sweetie you know this is about you. anyways so I added that tiny detail to my bkdk fic:

things are getting good but I keep getting more ideias when will we finally arrive to the middle of the story we are still at the beginning

new chapter:

figuring out how to name this one was hard

things keep getting better for my boys at least cause my day today sucked hope tonights party saves it

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while they are being hunted by the government ?

Law always seen to find blond unhinged men who seem to decide to adopt him at first sight no matter the universe

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Obs: there is no rape in this fic but there is a non- consensual kiss the tag is there because of that

I decided to add a "get help" moment on my fic and it was the best decision ive ever made. it will be shown in the next chapter (that will be posted tomorrow) because I already posted too many new chapters today :

every day my fic gets crazier now bkdk basically have adopted a child (and they are 17) and the entire country hates them

proud of it tho

I'm back

I was sick a few days ago and wasn't updating but today I did! New chapters out now:

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please read the tags I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone please be safe and know your limits