If this was his wedding, he thought, she'd be barefoot. There wouldn't be as many people, there would be no press in the back, no big bravo. And that dress — it would be for him.
If this was his wedding, he thought, she'd be barefoot. There wouldn't be as many people, there would be no press in the back, no big bravo. And that dress — it would be for him.
Your timeline will be better, they'll be happier, everyone wins
Your timeline will be better, they'll be happier, everyone wins
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(Thread w bonus sketches)
1/?
Go read their fantastic fic they wrote here: archiveofourown.org/works/62550877
Enjoy our contribution for the #kchklunarlove @kchklunarlove.bsky.social #kacchako !!💜🐍
(Thread w bonus sketches)
1/?
“Unsubscribe from Disney+. Pirate Owl House. I don’t care. Fuck gen AI.”
“Unsubscribe from Disney+. Pirate Owl House. I don’t care. Fuck gen AI.”
I’m now reading a 900k+ word fic for a crackship I didn’t know existed till today and I’m so irrationally mad it’s not canon.
I’m now reading a 900k+ word fic for a crackship I didn’t know existed till today and I’m so irrationally mad it’s not canon.
"Don’t avoid my question, Ochako." He sits up.
"I’m not. I already told you we aren’t dating. Yet you thought we were and still texted."
He studies her, scrutinizing her as he does, and when he sees the truth, a smug smile pulls onto his lips.
"Good."
"Don’t avoid my question, Ochako." He sits up.
"I’m not. I already told you we aren’t dating. Yet you thought we were and still texted."
He studies her, scrutinizing her as he does, and when he sees the truth, a smug smile pulls onto his lips.
"Good."
Kissing was stupid, and pointless, and there was no good reason whatsoever for it to be causing him any amount of consternation—but Katsuki just had to be a blood type A perfectionist, and he'd be damned if a little something like this got the better of him.
Kissing was stupid, and pointless, and there was no good reason whatsoever for it to be causing him any amount of consternation—but Katsuki just had to be a blood type A perfectionist, and he'd be damned if a little something like this got the better of him.
• an unhealthy attachment to a fictional character
• weird relationship with the media you loved as a teenager
• a friend from a completely different part of the world that you never met IRL but you’d trust with your life
• an unhealthy attachment to a fictional character
• weird relationship with the media you loved as a teenager
• a friend from a completely different part of the world that you never met IRL but you’d trust with your life
Bakugou nearly flies out of his seat in the waiting room when his crimson eyes land on his fianceé. No one has ever made him feel this way, no one has ever made him shed a tear, nothing like what Ochako does to him.
Bakugou nearly flies out of his seat in the waiting room when his crimson eyes land on his fianceé. No one has ever made him feel this way, no one has ever made him shed a tear, nothing like what Ochako does to him.
The Great Dragon King slain in battle, only to be summoned and immortalized by his lifetime lover through an ancient form of necromancy.
#kacchako @kacchakobingo.bsky.social
The Great Dragon King slain in battle, only to be summoned and immortalized by his lifetime lover through an ancient form of necromancy.
#kacchako @kacchakobingo.bsky.social
- Free -
Kiki’s delivery Service x KHCK
Drawn by @chikku53.bsky.social Rendered by Kurishi
#kchkbingo25 #kacchako
- Free -
Kiki’s delivery Service x KHCK
Drawn by @chikku53.bsky.social Rendered by Kurishi
#kchkbingo25 #kacchako
“Daddy?” Bakugo felt a tug on his leg. He took a deep breath and looked down. He could take as many deep breaths as he liked, he would steal his breath away every time he saw her. Sure, she had his blonde hair and his red eyes, but those cheeks? Those were Ochako’s cheeks.
“Daddy?” Bakugo felt a tug on his leg. He took a deep breath and looked down. He could take as many deep breaths as he liked, he would steal his breath away every time he saw her. Sure, she had his blonde hair and his red eyes, but those cheeks? Those were Ochako’s cheeks.