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cluelesshero · 2 days
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#470 Consequences of Gaming
So you've been gaming all night long?
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moonbasetycho · 7 months
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fangod9624 · 9 months
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So Elevenlabs put some new voices into their site... And ngl it gave me some actors strike kind of vibe
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chiquilines · 5 months
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hear me out, toga and ochako being the fruits they are but it’s jiro and tsu not understanding a single thing
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Youre so right this is peak comedy
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z-mizcellaneous-z · 1 year
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bakugo: HEY DEKU. midoriya: yes, kacchan? bakugo: im taking you somewhere when class is over. midoriya [confused, cautious]: where and why? bakugo: the city and because i want to. i haven't been in a while. midoriya: but im poor. bakugo: IT'S CALLED A FUCKING DATE. I PAY FOR YOU.
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nottspocket · 1 year
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Completely spaced Mother’s Day so I made this in a 3 hour frenzy lmao
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kaytaygay · 21 days
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best jeanist’s funeral
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I didn’t make this and I don’t know who did
but they added the detail of Bakugou’s hair!
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snowflake-hedgehog · 3 months
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Different depictions of Silver as different live action Spider-Men
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sparkles-and-trash · 9 months
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This but the dude is ph! Hawks and the flirt is civilian Touya, and it’s Keigo’s feathers in stead of fingers 😭
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ibnats · 2 years
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first foray into animating on procreate!
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isfjmel-phleg · 2 months
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One more paragraph to go! I realized that I had put into the first paragraph information that made more sense later on, so shifting things around got some thoughts moving and rekindled my desire to fistfight some of these authors of retellings, which I think is where you're supposed to be emotionally as an academic (this is a joke. I am joking.), so...progress. Very slowly.
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cluelesshero · 1 year
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#415 My Taste In Video Games
Great taste 👌
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Okay, listen. What if one of Aizawa’s nervous ticks was rolling/bunching up his sleeves when feeling awkward, absolutely not realising that everyone finds it hot and/or intimidating
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another-clive-blog · 4 months
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so how’s clive doing after getting shot with the time freeze gun. even better question how’s claire doing after all that went down
Ahahah, about that-
Short fic under the cut ? No trigger warning, the fic may be a bit short than I usually make them o:
"Undo it. Right now." Claire commanded, pointing an accusing finger at Dimitri.
Dimitri narrowed his eyes. "You heard him. He wants to hurt people."
"You are hurting people !" She said, and how come none of them had any self-awareness at all ? How many times would she have to repeat this basic fact to them ?! "And what you are planning is going to hurt even more people !"
"The end goal is to save people," Dimitri replied, and of course this was his point of view. Of course this was his sole goal, because it really did justify the means he was using. He was going to experiment on Clive and mess with the very laws of nature- but that was okay, because it was all to help someone whose only wish was for Dimitri to not do any of this.
Claire was not having this conversation again, if she could even call this a conversation. She glanced at Clive, at this shell of him forever frozen in fear, before making her choice.
When Dimitri saw her approaching, he looked wary, raising his gun on instinct. He wouldn't shoot- Claire knew he wouldn't.
The gun buzzed as he pointed it at her. "What are you doing ?" He spoke in a low voice, body strained and eyes staring at her.
"I'm leaving," Claire simply replied.
Dimitri lowered his gun in surprise, but when she passed him and headed towards the actual exit of the tower, he threatened her with his weapon once more."Leaving ? But you're living in this tower, everything is here- where are you going !"
Claire tried not to think about the very few belongings she was leaving behind. About Clive's frozen body and what atrocities were awaiting him.
She tried not to think about the stark contrast between the Dimitri she knew and the man who was considering shooting her.
"You need help, Dimitri, and I know just the person." And with that, she started running.
She was right to do so, because Dimitri fired his gun.
He missed her, although Claire couldn't say if it was deliberate or not. She wouldn't stick around to find out though : as soon as she was out of the door, she ran down the stairs, hurrying before Dimitri sent his men. She knew he would give them orders to bring her back, just like she knew that he would immediately try to keep her from going to the one place she had to go.
The clock shop.
Claire didn't want to involve Hershel in this, didn't even want to see him again if she were to leave immediately : she knew that he would be heartbroken, and she herself wasn't ready to see the full extent of what she was denied. It was better for them both to not meet again.
Unfortunately, they couldn't even choose this simple thing.
It's not like she didn't know other people : heck, she was certainly the best person to try and bring Dimitri back to his senses. However, with how unstable he was right now, she couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't freeze her too- and if he did, she needed to make sure someone was there to pick up her work. Someone competent, understanding, logical- someone who could outwit Dimitri.
And suddenly, it didn't matter how many people she knew, because only one was fit for the job.
She remembered that Dimitri and Clive had made Hershel a part of their initial plan. Dimitri had been reluctant, but Clive had seemed truly enthusiastic. He wanted to meet the professor, to be the first one to interact with him.
He would've loved this turn of events.
She ran faster, hoping that Clive couldn't feel any pain in his state.
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Not that many feelings or that many Clives, but we are at a turning point of the story after all =) Plus I have a Clive sci-fi AU ask coming up !!
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hella1975 · 1 year
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look at him
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luvgirlxblue · 1 year
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I don't get paid enough for this, pt.1
Character: Shoto Todoroki
Category: [series]
Words: 0.9k
Warnings: some for the entire series in general, but none for this part :)
Authors notes: it's 2am you know the drill
Y/N: no race for this one either but i mentioned hair in your face so keep that in mind, Y/N is female and both Y/N and Shoto are in their early 20's. quirk: temperature. as the name suggests you can simply change the temperature in certain areas or of certain objects.
Beep, beep, beep, be-
"Alright, that's enough of that." Y/N grumbled while rubbing her eyes. Slamming her hand down on the alarm clock she thought about quitting her job and joining the circus just so she wouldn't have to wake up at such an early time for an 9 hour shift at the hole-in-a-wall cafe. Rolling out of bed she pushed the hair out of her face and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. After going through the necessary motions of her morning routine, she eyed the uniform hanging on the handles of her wardrobe, and sighed. "I'll have to get those coffee stains out later."
Keys? Check. Purse, Check. Motivation? Nope, but considering she was already clocking in at this point, there wasn't much to do about it, she had to support her cat child after all.
And so the day began: late trains, rude customers, loud kids and occasionally spilling hot drinks on herself were all parts of the many trials of her job. After graduating highschool, since she didn't have any ambition of pro-hero or public service work, she was relatively stuck for choices. So here she was doing the best she could to support herself while she figured things out.
It was around 7PM now, and the population of the small shop had thinned out considerably. While cleaning out cups, Y/N heard the bell above the door tinkle quietly, and sighing she reluctantly pulled out her notepad. Not bothering to look up she asked the stranger what they would like to drink in a monotone voice. The response she got back was pretty standard but after writing the order down, and going to ask for a name, she stopped dead in her tracks. She was met with red and white hair, and two hetero-chromatic eyes (with a huge scar to match) staring at back at her.
Taking a look at the outfit he had on, her first impression was that whoever this man was, he was probably either a low-ranking hero, or some obsessive fan-boy. Probably some sidekick that had shown up on TV beside on of the pro's, or maybe some kind of eccentric PR manager? That would explain away the strange hair colour...
Now, Y/N had lost much of her previous interest in heroes after realising that her quirk just wasn't cut out for the job, but she did remember the faces of most of the finalists in U.A's sports festival -the one she had watched at 14. Blurry memories of the winner and runners up began to swim across her mind. The main three being the hot-headed #8 Dynamight, of course the up-and-coming #5 Deku, and... oh. Right. Shit- wait there was no way he was just casually standing in front of her right now. Did the number #9 pro-hero just walk in? To a place like this? Now? Ah- the coffee, this ha to be the best one you've made yet, don't mess up Y/N don't-
"Excuse me ma'am, but are you alright? You dropped your notebook."
You turn your face back to a slightly concerned looking Shoto holding out your notebook.
"Oh, me? I'm fine - i'll just start on your drink sir..."
There was no way she would let a rising pro catch her stuttering. Absolutely not. Never.
Y/N takes the opportunity to slink away behind the counter and turn her back to him, while focusing a little too hard on the whirring of the espresso machines.
Shoto took the hint and sat himself down at one of the booths in the corner, while he pulled out his phone to occupy himself with.
After a little while he took a break from work emails and paperwork too peak at his barista. Sure, she had recognised him, that much was clear - it was nothing new. But what was new was that she hadn't screamed, or thrown herself at him, or fainted, or asked for an autograph, or gushed about his quirk or display even a hint of any other fan-girlish reaction he'd been subject to in the past. She had just...done nothing?
It was a well known fact that Shoto wasn't the fastest when it came to social ques or interacting with fans (something his PR team had tried to capitalise on), and he could not figure out why the woman had been so casual about meeting him. (Was she not aware of his rankings? Maybe she preferred Dynamight over him?)
And suddenly it was one of those rare moments in his life, where, despite growing up in the shadow of a famous pro-hero himself, and attending a prestigious and well known school, he felt...
Small. Unimportant.
Another quick glance confirms none of the other patrons seemed to recognise (or care) who he was either.
He decided it was a welcome contrast to the attention he usually boasted, and that he was grateful to the woman for not mentioning it.
Y/N on the other hand was quite dejected. She had seen the way these heroes lived - in luxury and comfort - and it only added insult to injury to see his dazzling face juxtaposed against the cracked wall of the diner. She was also gloomy about his eventual departure, and it reminded her of how insignificant her interactions with people like him would always be.
Just another face in another crowd.
She still had a couple more hours of her shift left, and both of these harsh facts were making her more than irritated at this point.
That's why, when the first explosion burst through the door, and her ears started to ring, her first thought was annoyance at all the damage coming out of her paycheck instead of worry for the blood seeping out of the wound on her head.
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