Currently Obsessed With Katsuki And Izuku Holding Hands Post-war, Whether You Read It As Platonic, Romantic,

I’m trying to work on this bnha Coraline AU and I severely underestimated my desire to make the Baku-family sweet and wholesome and happy lol

any suggestions for details you’d like to see in later chapters?

Short For Grenade update/excerpt !

every time i think im making solid progress with this fic, it keeps getting longer on me lol, so here's the most recent bit ive written:

“My, my, what a passionate statement,” Mitsuki pointed out, poking his knee. Katsuki frowned.   “I hate you,” he hissed.  “You are just chalk full of those feelings today, kid.”   Katsuki groaned loudly and extricated himself from his mother’s gentle grip, stomping up the stairs with a few curses tossed over his shoulder to avoid her less-gentle, bitch-ass cackling at his expense.  “C’mon Nade!” Katsuki called, grinning proudly to himself when he heard the sound of her nails scrabbling up the stairs behind himself. “Good girl,” he praised, waiting for her to trot into his room before he closed his door. 

Still in the living room, Masaru fell into Katsuki’s abandoned space on the couch, intertwining a hand with his wife.  “He didn’t slam it,” Masaru pointed out quietly, a wide, wobbly smile crawling over his face.  MItsuki eyed the staircase for a long moment before raising their clasped hands to place a kiss on her husband’s wedding band.  “Guess we’re not fucking this whole parenting thing up after all.” Masaru’s hair was greasy where it brushed against her neck, his body warm in all the places they were connected, and Mitsuki was…happy. She carefully stroked Masaru’s bangs away from his forehead while he began to sniffle on her shoulder, the sound of Katsuki’s raucous laughter echoing through the house, followed by the gleeful, yipping bark of Grenade the fucking dog.  Maybe…maybe they really weren’t fucking up, she thought to herself- maybe for the first time since they’d brought Katsuki back from the hospital, away from the watchful, knowing gazes of the doctors and nurses, and Mitsuki was left wondering just what the hell she was supposed to do with her baby now.  “You’re such a damn sap,” she murmured, tightening her grip on Masaru’s hand.  Masaru chuckled wetly, lifting his face to press a lingering kiss to Mitsuki’s temple. His eyes shone behind his glasses.  “Grenade,” he said wondrously, because neither of them could recall the last time Katsuki had stormed up to his room, angry, and not slammed the door.  And nothing else really needed to be said.   Mitsuki tipped her forehead against Masaru’s.  “Grenade,” she agreed in a whisper.

I want to write at least a little bit every day in December so I’ve decided to keep a log and post it here to keep myself accountable! I’ll list whether it’s a fic or original, what it’s about, and a few of my thoughts about each project. posted weekly, I think :)

New WIP!!!

The Ghostly Aria

In a forgotten corner of a bustling city lies an ancient opera house, its walls steeped in stories of both grandeur and tragedy. Liang Wenqing, a young and gifted Chinese opera singer, arrives at the opera house with a voice so hauntingly beautiful that it seems to echo through time itself. Yet, as his fame rises, so does the shadow of something otherworldly—an eerie presence that lingers in the forgotten corners of the theater.

When Liang discovers an old, forbidden manuscript of a long-lost opera, he is drawn to its sorrowful melody, a piece rumored to summon the spirits of the past. As he prepares to perform it, he unwittingly awakens the ghost of Yin Zhenhua, a legendary opera singer who disappeared under mysterious circumstances centuries ago after her final, fateful performance.

Bound by an inexplicable connection to Yin, Liang must unravel the secrets of her disappearance before he becomes the next victim of the opera house's dark history. As the spirit's whispers grow louder, Liang finds himself torn between the allure of completing the forbidden aria, which promises to give his voice unimaginable power, and the danger it poses—not only to his future but to his very soul.

The tale weaves together haunting melodies, the weight of tradition, and a mystery as old as the opera house itself. A story of beauty, mystery, and the price of fame, The Ghostly Aria invites readers into a world where every note sung echoes with the voices of those who came before.

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MHA tweets pt.14

it was 9 chapters and aside from horrified (which i was), i was also embarrased i read those chapters outloud to friends

currently experiencing Yatora Yaguchi levels of artistic distress and turmoil ✌️

but don’t they all look so lovely <3 <3

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

Midoriya: *yelling excitedly in the distance because AM gave him a rare piece of merch*

Todoroki: What was that sound?

Bakugou: …It was the last thread of my patience snapping

Bakugou, quieter: This favoritism is fucking bullshit