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IF HE GOT HIS ARMS REMOVED AT DIFFERENT LEVELS HOW UN BALANCED WOULD HE BE????
How it started How it's going
When it all comes down
Event: Angstpril 2025 ; hosted by @chaos-company Prompt: Day 4—"I trusted you" Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Ship: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku | BakuDeku Rating: M Tags: MCD
The fight was nothing that Bakugou had ever seen before. It took everything he had not to run into the fray, but he had strict orders to stay on the sidelines. The villain that they were apprehending had a multiplication quirk. Multiplying every attack thrown his way. And if Bakugou got involved, everyone in the surroundings would be in danger. His explosions would burn everything in the surroundings to the fucking ground, and it was driving him insane.
De—Izuku was there. In the middle of all of it. Their relationship wasn’t common knowledge, but it was something big and important enough for Bakugou to feel that his entire heart and soul was out there on the battlefield.
He was supposed to do recon and catch any flyaway villains, but his eyes were glued to the intense battle in the middle of the city block.
Izuku was chosen because his quirk wasn’t natural. He was chosen for his. And it was the one loophole they could find where the villain’s quirk wouldn’t work, but it didn’t help that the villain touched everyone he could to get to Izuku.
He was pacing, and he had enough of their friends watching him from the corner of their eyes, confused at his actions.
He couldn’t care about their questioning glances, or the theories running around in their minds, until… the villain threw Izuku with strength akin to Gigantomachia’s.
He fell from the sky like a ragdoll, and Bakugou’s mind completely blanked. He didn’t think about the other Heroes, or the civilians, or even the fucking Villain that put them in that position to start. He used his explosions to fly to Izuku, but he wasn’t fast enough. He heard the sickening crack on the sidewalk and he faltered. That second of fear was enough for him to lose his momentum and fall close to where Izuku did.
It felt like the whole world was on fire, but Bakugou army-crawled through the debris to get closer. The villain was busy breaking everything down. Buildings were on fire, and crumbling, but Bakugou got to him.
The sight was one that Bakugou had seen all through their High School career. Izuku broken, in pain, and bleeding. But this time. Something was different. People were starting to crowd around them but Bakugou threw indiscriminate blasts all around them to keep the onlookers away.
“Izuku? Baby, please…” He whispered, but. There was no reaction. Izuku didn’t suddenly start breathing, or open his pretty green eyes to stare at Bakugou and ask what he was on about.
Bakugou tried to do CPR, but he couldn’t focus long enough to do it properly. He just ended up punching at Izuku’s chest trying to get a reaction…any reaction. But nothing was working.
He couldn’t end this way. It.. couldn’t. Him and Izuku were still figuring out their lives, trying to get it on track. They. Wanted to work on their issues to the point where they could tell their friends about their relationship, but they couldn’t get it right..not yet.
He tore open Izuku’s stupidly complicated Hero costume, but even then, he had no idea where to go. He wasn’t a medical Hero. He wasn’t someone who knew what to do.
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, IZUKU. YOU CAN’T… LEAVE.” Bakugou put his ear to Izuku’s chest as he pushed his fingers against the pulse point, but there was nothing. Just a straight line of zero activity. Bakugou also couldn’t feel any breath release from Izuku’s mouth or nose.
Everything around Bakugou was crumbling, just like the buildings in the city block. He was being pelted with debris, and when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he sent another blast. He heard a small yelp, and he was just glad that the person was moving away. Disappearing from his bubble.
“YOU FUCKING DEKU. YOU BETTER. JUST…” His throat was raw from the yelling and he was getting tired. He was… giving up.
He rolled onto his knees and held Izuku’s tattered costume in his hands.
He could feel his eyes welling up, but he looked into the sun to try and keep the tears at bay.
“I trusted you. I trusted you to stay. To build a life with me. To,” stay. He couldn’t say it out loud, because. Izuku was supposed to be different. He was…supposed to be the one.
Bakugou got pulled away from Izuku’s body and he was swarmed by other Heroes. Some were glaring at him, others just looked at him and he could see the questions in their eyes.
Izuku was taken away from Bakugou.
And the further away he got. The more Bakugou broke.
Everything…was gone.
Snakes can't see stars Crowley has snake eyes
My bad guys didn't mean to make angst it just kinda fell out
Well I'm going to continue to be very uninterested in the work of art that is good omens and definitely not make anymore fanart ever again in my life /this is strong sarcasm I have so many things planned and I'm very obsessed
Sensitive topic!
TW: svc1d3, mention of 0v3rd0s3, 4lch0h0l p0¡s¡0n¡ng, and s3lf h4rm as well as other issues, please read at your own risk.
basically, I probably won’t be active anymore, I’m planning on km$ today, sometime during the night. I’ve had a cranky shitty 4ss life. I don’t look forward to anything anymore and I feel like absolute shit. I’ve got everything ready, the letters, all that bs. The only thing I want for now is the final step. No quote can turn my the cogs in my brain, no kind of guilt will convince me otherwise. This has been the only thing I look forward too. And I truly, entirely cannot fathom how much I desire the mere suggestion of d34th. I feel as if my whole world lights up. And for once, as soon I take the final step, one final push, I will feel like a true free bird. Of course, I’ve always wanted to at least have some fun before I d¡3, I plan on dr¡nk¡ng down the p¡11s I’ll take, I used to just merely cvt myself yet the pleasure of bl00d flowing out is no longer enough.
goodbye cruel world, sincerely, everyx.
Day Three !!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61663303
DAY THREE: Monster / League of Assassins
Relationships: None
Characters: Jason Todd, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Body Horror, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, He's mostly alone during this, I'll be fr, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Kind of!, Hallucinations, i guess?
Description:
Bullet is waiting for him when he gets back, sitting on the porch and tapping his fingers along his cane. The little girl stands beside him, holding up her dress in her hands and pulling apart the layers of fat against her stomach rolls, crying as yellow and white ooze leaks out of the cuts. Jason looks away from her, finding the guilt and anger at leaving her unavenged fester and grows the longer he trains with Bullet and does nothing with his ability and what it’s granted him.
He will kill this man. His creature behind him cries a little harder, turning its ugly and young face towards him as if knowing he’s done nothing to help her.
I have decided to never go out again I was at my friend's house and I got lost trying to get there and then I was really awkward while trying to help set up her online classes and eventually she handed me my jacket because she had to get dressed to see a movie and I want to curl up in bed she was literally so nice though we were talking about atsushi and akutagawa mimicking each other in the like death things?? after we sorted out her computer
Ahh, how lovely it would be to awaken and be certain of what kind of sustenance I require. Alas, no, I shall stand in the kitchen for half a hour pondering, for no form of nourishment seems appealing. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I want my mother; the woman both a room away and ten years out of reach.
Isn’t it funny?
A tear turns into sniffles turns into sobbing turns into six years old with hands outstretched.
Hands soon to be smacked away by the bite of thoughtless words.
Hands that learn it’s better to cinch at the waist lest they get smacked once again.
Hands that soon don’t even bother to squeeze back once taken back in an effort to mend.
The tears that don’t seem to stop, even when the pain has long since passed.
The urge to cling and beg for mother’s attention that will not be given.
A woman who is not at fault, but will shoulder the blame anyway because to place it elsewhere is to place it on the intangible.
A woman who sleeps only a room away yet stays ten years out of reach.
Buying the switch
Me: I finally have enough money to buy the switch
Store: I'm sorry we don't have the switch in the store
Me internally: ahhhhhhhhHHHHHH DA FUCK U MEAN "sorry we don't have the switch" FUCK
i love writing (i constantly have writer's block)
Picani’s Dress Because I Forgot Him
and mask
