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KRBK Week NSFW is back, baby~

We've got a week of sweet prompts to celebrate Bakugou's birthday and some wonderful color palettes as an added treat. KRBK Week will run from April 14th - 20th, ending on Blasty Boy's birthday.

#KRBKWeekNSFW2025 #KRBKEventsNSFW #fandomevents #krbk #kiribaku

I quite literally check this app multiple times JUST to see if this has an update 😭🙏

The funny part is that no one made them watch the show 😭

Replace neutral with complicit and the crowd goes wild.

I don't let shit like racism go. I refuse to turn a blind eye.

Fuck racists, and fuck people who support them by being "neutral".

People like this actually piss me tf off. Instead of "I am neutral to everyone" they should try "I am complicit in their behavior and don't care about those affected, therefore will not condemn them publicly"

BREAKING NEWS: multiple sources have confirmed that the person reading this is worthy of love

Say you break your ankle. You could know everything there is to know intellectually about the injury. Even with this vast knowledge, you will still experience physical pain. Now take this logic and apply it to things like ADHD, autism, clinical depression, and other less visible/divergent disabilities. You cannot think your way out of feeling. That is to say: you are not a bad, lazy, or selfish person for struggling, even if you know why you are struggling.

*taps the sign*

cw: suicide, self-harm

I don't want to dm bc it's multiple people and I don't want to put anyone on the spot, but your posts about suicide/self-harm (fictional or irl) should be tagged. please consider the fact that you are triggering your friends/followers. thank you.

❤️ 1 WEEK TIL APPS 🧡

Getting fired up? We sure are! Look forward to contributor applications opening in 1 week, on January 4! 🌟

Interest check results & application guidelines to come soon!

Why was this so wholesome? 😭💕

OH NO DON'T CRY 😭😭 I'm so happy that you enjoyed it!

“Idiot.” Bakugou says to himself, throwing the paper along with the note before grabbing the doll and properly inspecting it. It's nicely made, but the message is nicer. ‘Celebrate with me’ is what the redhead just asked. And the hero would want nothing more than just that.

‘Apparently, Santa isn't a religious person.
Soooo technically he can also celebrate
Hanukkah just as much as Christmas!
Which do prefer for us to celebrate:
Hannukkamas? or Christukkah?’

he whispers to himself, pulling out a stuffed Santa doll in a blue hat and matching sweater. The sweater danced with snowflakes covering the main text across the chest “Happy Hanukkah”

A piece of paper lies at the bottom of the cardboard. When further inspected, another written note

After he throws the royal blue paper away, he's met with a box, which is easily opened after he grabs a pair of scissors and stabs them into the cardboard. Upon opening the box, the man freezes, not believing what he sees. “Are you kidding me..?”

He stands back with hands on his hips, eyes moving from the flame to the ceiling and wall decor, then back to the gift. The blonde turns and slowly makes his way back to the gift, carefully peeling off the ribbon before ripping into the gift.

He places it in the middle of the marbled windowsill, making sure the blinds stay fully folded up and away from the flame. Then, he grabs the lit candle, carrying it to the first and lighting it, then replacing the candle down where it sat.

Bakugou's mouth twists into a smile, scoffing as he folds the letter and puts it back into its paper casing. He quickly walks around and puts it into one of the drawers, grabbing the menorah and walking it over to his window.

admire you, and you deserve
to celebrate the holidays just
as much as us.
Please accept this gift and
don't yell at me.

Ps. I know you probably
don't own a menorah
because you have hardwood
floor and don't want to burn
down your apartment. So I
got you one for your office!

Yours,
Shitty Hair’

‘Dear Katsuki,

I should have asked if you
what you celebrate instead
of assuming you just didn't
like Christmas. I'm sorry, it
wasn't manly at all, and not
a thing a friend should do.
I want you to know that I

“Ha ha, very funny. Which one of you idiots did this?”

They stare at him in confusion, looking back and forth between each other. Bakugou stares at them, growing angry with the silence before slamming the door again. He races over to the desk and rips the card open, revealing a letter.

ribbon, topped with a giant white bow. A card dressed in white is lying next to it, leaning against a beautiful menorah with attached candles, the middle one already burning.

His eyebrows furrow as he stomps over to the door, ripping it open and glaring at the interns.

Looking at his office for the first time, he cringes. White and blue banners are hung on every wall, and little metallic dreidels in the same colors hang from the ceiling fan. His desk is worse, however. Sitting atop the polished wood is a present, covered in dark blue wrapping paper and white

out, quickly walking past his interns (who are already asking questions) and into his office, slamming the door. He rips off his scarf, hat, and gloves and places them into his coat pockets, then sets the coat onto the stand.

After fighting his way to the building, he presses the elevator open, and just as he steps inside hears the horrendous sound of Christmas music. He groans and presses four, sniffling away the cold his face was assaulted with just a few seconds ago.

When he reaches the fourth floor, he steps

Then, he slips his jacket, scarf, hat, and gloves on. He grabs his keys and coffee before promptly leaving his apartment.

The drive is short, only about twenty minutes from where he rents his apartment. He gets there early, but not early enough to miss the paparazzi.

body starts to wake up just a little bit. He sets his coffee on the counter as he bends to put on his boots, squeezing his feet into the dirty black and orange combats he bought himself after graduation.

So now, what happens? Well, he's stuck with three moron interns, four stacks of paperwork, and an hour-long surveillance video he has to go through. Every minute. Slowly.

As the hot coffee runs down his throat, he feels his vocal cords contract, his taste buds sizzle, and his