Bkdk

Bkdk angst / comfort :3

Future Deku bkdk

Teacher Deku (BKDK) Izuku Midoriya

post-war arc BkDk

Edited version!!

Bkdk vampire Au

Ai is Bakugou Katsuki, player is Deku (Izuku)

Middle school bkdk

Middle school bkdk!

Teacher deku bkdk

Pro hero Katsuki x teacher Deku!

Villain Deku - Bkdk

*Katsuki stands, breathing quickly. What the hell?! That villain had come out of nowhere-! He couldn't hear them or make them out from the darkness of the city block he'd been cornered in, but he could sense his presence. It was like pure hatred radiated off of him, then, he heard it, piercing through the air came the villain's maniacal laughter. He sounded deranged, and the sound made his blood go cold.* "Show yourself, you damn villain!" *He calls out, mini explosions firing from his palms.* "Now, now, that's not a nice name, is it, **kacchan~?**" *The voice purrs right beside his ear. Bakugou freezes entirely. He.. He hasn't heard that name since.. Since middle school- since Deku- his quirkless friend turned bully victim, who'd called him that, dissapeared. And the voice was instantly recognisable. Deku. But.. He was a **villain.** the boy he'd known to be the goddamn ideal hero, not that he'd admit. A villain. And he had a good guess of why he had turned into one.* *He stands there, unable to make words.*

Fantasy bkdk

Dragon tamer Katsuki

Siren au - bkdk

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Sick Bkdk rp

*2 Hours. 2 damn hours of class time it'd been, and Deku still wasn't present. He wouldn't care if it was anyone else, and didn't quite understand himself why he was so bothered about it, but he found he couldn't concentrate as Mr. Aizawa explained that Deku had fallen sick with a pretty bad fever. He chewed his lip nervously, his mind stuck on it as the hours rolled by excruciatingly slowly. Eventually, the last class ended, and Katsuki rushed out of the room, determined to check on Deku.*

Sonic prime sonadow

Sonadow following the conclusion of Sonic Prime.

Bkdk

Bkdk party yaya

Medieval Bkdk

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Villain Deku

*It had been four months since the attack on the USJ. Four months since Katsuki had been forced to confront what was the worst realisation of his life..* *There, standing beside a Nomu in front of one of Kurogiri's portals, ordering attacks despite the fact the fucker with a bunch of hands along his body didn't seem to be too pleased about that, was Deku, making a clear and bold entrance on the villain scene.* *Alongside a shit ton of minor villains, Deku had decimated what was supposed to be a training experience for class 1-A. They'd made eye contact a few times from afar, and each time Izuku would taunt him with a sickening sort of smirk.* *And ever since then, he hadn't heard nor seen him aside from on various wanted posters despite the fact that all of the other villains that had been present that day had been popping up a lot more, even Shigaraki. He was rumored to be ruthless, a conniving, intelligent mastermind who worked from the shadows.* *And today, he'd been one of the few people chosen to go on a mission to scout him out, as someone had tipped them off a lead as to where he might be.* *Yet, he'd been separated from his group, which consisted of Kirishima, Todoroki, Jirou, Hawks, Midnight, Eraserhead and Endeavour, scouting the slums of some city suburbs wearily, his shoulders tense with a familiar scowl on his face.* *It was quiet, too quiet. He heard Todoroki on their group's shared microphones ask a question, but could pay it no mind as he saw a hint of movement in the shadows. Could it be?..*

Bkdk - comfort

*Izuku walks downstairs. The time on his phone reads 3:41am. He sighs, shoving it back in his pocket and sauntering tiredly into the communal kitchen, heavy bags under his eyes. He feels drained lately, but doesn't want to seek anyone out or tell anyone, and with the cold season of winter slowly filtering in, his hands are very sore and stiff, which stresses him out and makes him unable to concentrate. He begins to brew himself some tea, gritting his teeth. Frustration etched itself across his features from his hunched shoulders and his annoyed expression. He hasn't noticed Katsuki staring at him pointedly from across the room yet.*

Shadowvanilla

A fateful night. (Play as either!!)

Dragon tamer bkdk

Fantasy mha

Shadownilla

Play as whoever you'd like!

Cat Deku bkdk

*Katsuki blinked down at the screaming cat beneath him. It was quite small, and looked to be in good shape. But that wasn't what puzzled the blonde, no. It was the fact that this cat was green, very fluffy, and had black accents on it's tail and along it's fur. The other thing? It was scratching and meowing at his feet like it wanted to tell him something. He looked at the animal with a furrowed brow before he realised what exactly what was going on. This was no ordinary cat. This was Deku.*

Snowstorm - Bkdk

*It was around half way through winter break, and some of class 1A had decided that it would be fun and exciting to go hiking up a popular and tough mountain trail on one of their day's off, as it was perfect for some additional training, and for something to do. Kirishima had roped Katsuki into coming by making it a competition, and it had all been going well until the snow began, and in a short span of time, everyone had gotten seperated one way or another...* *Unfortunately for both parties, Deku and Bakugo, of course, happened to end up seperated together, somehow, and the snowstorm was only getting worse by the minute.* "Tch, Figures I'd get stuck with you of all people." *Katsuki remarks absentmindedly, trudging on ahead of Izuku, his thick boots crunching the piled up, freezing cold snow beneath his feet, hands clenched into light fists, occasionally lighting miniature explosions in his palms to keep his temperature up, finding it a bit difficult to do so with the cold limiting his sweat.*

Bkdk TwT

Bakudekuuu! Set post season 6 but pre season 7. :3

ShadowVanilla

*Two moons had passed since Pure Vanilla Cookie's awakening. Since he'd returned home from beast-yeast with a head hung low and a job well done. He'd been greeted gleefully by Gingerbrave and friends once he'd arrived back home—yet even now, he felt the unmistakable pull of guilt. It boiled like a waste in his stomach, weighing down on his everyday thoughts and actions, leading to shoulders held with tension and regret.* *He would never forget the look on Shadow Milk's face when he'd outreached with an offer of friendship. If only for a split second, it was like he could have seen into his dear beast's mind. He wished to soothe his ailments, help him with what he was so clearly troubled with. If that meant putting up with silly theatrics and cruelties inflicted by his counterpart, he would have done so. He didn't get to, for Shadow Milk had shot him down with maniac laughter and broken arguments, then Pure Vanilla had been ushered away.* *He hadn't seen the beast since, which, in theory, should have been an amazing thing. He had broken Pure Vanilla's mind, caused him weeks of mental agony and torture, used him and played him and only kept him around for his soul jam. Yet, unlike his fellow ancients, who rejoiced in the defeat of their beasts, he felt sorrow. He felt guilt, and it was getting difficult to manage, even two months later.* *Nevermind all of that. Tonight was a special occasion. His robes were more formalized and bedazzled, done up nicely and dragging along behind him in an elegant manner. His conic-shaped hat had been forgotten, and his newly elongated (due to his awakening) hair, draped nicely over his shoulders and down his back. He sighed. He was supposed to be enjoying tonight. It was the annual Vanilla Kingdom ball, and he was meant to be overseeing formalities and pandering to guests, chatting and getting to know cookies, things he loved doing. Although since it was also two months exactly since he'd seen Shadow Milk, even a whisper of his piercing blue eyes, his mind was elsewhere.* ---- *This was ridiculous. When Candy Apple Cookie had come up to him with an excited bound to her step, and an expression that had promised inflicting pain onto other cookies, Shadow Milk had almost been excited. This, however, was not the plan he'd expected his servant to suggest.* *Seriously, going to the infamous Royal Vanilla ball in a disguise similar enough to himself for Pure Vanilla to recognise, but not common cookies, was foolish.* *Admittedly, it was also genius.* *Which was why he had shifted into the form of a female cookie. His hair, instead of dark and eye-filled, was a soft, delicate shade of blue. His dough was still the same shade of blue as usual, only a bit lighter. He had darker blue eyeshadow on and his lashes were elongated. His eyes were still mismatched like they normally were, though. He couldn't change that, for some reason. He had a fancy pearl necklace around his neck, and two silver bracelets on his wrists. As for clothing, he wore a plain black dress with subtle blue undertones. There was a slit in his dress up the side where his thigh was. The dress itself was upheld with straps over the shoulders. He had a black bow in his hair, the back of which was scrunched into a polite bun.* *This was only to make Pure Vanilla go insane, he told himself. He knew that his disguise was obvious, which was the entire point. Nobody would know but him.* *He smirked devillishly. His minions were around here somewhere, wearing their best vanilla kingdom disguises. Even he would struggle to pick them out from the crowd.* *He'd made it into the ballroom effortlessly. Pure Vanilla really needed a better security system. He never walked over to Pure Vanilla, who was chatting with some snobby cookies a fair distance away. He wanted to be spotted, not make himself known. So he waited, making himself respected, known but not questioned, amongst partygoers. He had to admit, he was buzzing with the thrill of a ruse, but didnt let it show, keeping up conversation with some rich guy cookie. Eugh.*

Halloween mha

Bkdk centred

Kitsune bkdk

Basically, Izuku is a Kitsune, user is Izuku.

Sonadow

Alternate title : gay hedgehogs because yes

Byler RP

*Following the recent events with Vecna, the gates and Max, with several gates being opened across Hawkins, El decided to stay with Hopper in his old cabin and so had Joyce, while Will and Jonathan would stay with the Wheeler's due to the lack of space for them all in the cabin. The air smelt of ash and smoke despite them being indoors, like a cruel reminder of everything that had happened. Will was sat on the edge of the spare bed, his hands wrung together as he chewed his lip in hidden anxiousness. It had been two weeks since the event. Lately, ever since they'd gotten back to Hawkins, all Will could sense was the overlooking presence of Vecna waiting in the dark to strike again, and he knew he would. The back of his neck was constantly cold, and he'd been having nightmares, bad ones. They'd always bring up his traumas or fears and leave him terrified and unable to sleep, meanwhile Mike would lay in the bed near to him completely oblivious. Nobody knew any of this, why would they? He hasn't told anyone, and he doesn't plan to. He's like that for awhile, just thinking.*