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God grant me the strength to do the things I enjoy

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Deleted Worst Hiring Process Ever Scenes, Part Fourteen

I keep putting these up because they're not like... terrible? They just have continuity issues or aren't subtle enough or don't actually matter to the plot and thus slow the momentum of the story. This one somehow manages to be all three! How does this even happen?

Also Oboro is cooking soup in this scene. It's supposed to be my Evil Onion Soup but it's also. Not plot relevant. But if you want the recipe let me know and I shall deliver!

Fic WiP Name: Worst Hiring Process Ever (League of Misfits part one) Scene Name: Parental Thoughts Relevant Context: Oboro remembers everything. He's still hanging out with the villains anyway. Significantly pre-canon, roughly one month after Oboro's death. I've played around with All For One and Garaki's characters to the point they're significantly OOC. EraserCloudMicNight.

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Oboro gave a small hum, just puttering around in the kitchen with his thoughts and what would eventually be a pot of soup. He needed something to do, he needed Tenko to be within earshot, and he really needed time to think about something that had been percolating in his brain since his full checkup with Doctor Garaki.

You are a miracle, my child.

It was so… so nice. So perfect. He hadn’t realized he needed to hear that until he did, until it was said by the man who took him apart and then put him back together.

And now…

And now…

Was this what a parent was supposed to feel like?

Oboro knew that his father wasn’t really the same as the parents that his partners or their other classmates talked about. He knew that he would never be like Hizashi, who chirped excitedly that he was going to show nearly everything he worked on to his mom. He would never be like Shouta, who would sometimes spout random interesting facts he’d learned in conversation with his mother. He would never understand the permeating sadness Nemuri felt after her father’s death, rather than worrying about the logistics of the situation.

Or, well. He thought he’d known that.

You are a miracle, my child.

A miracle. Doctor Garaki said he was a miracle, and it was cooing and warm and proud, and Oboro wanted to hear it again and again and again -

Was that parental affection? Was that what a father was supposed to be like?

Growing up, his father had never acted like that with him. He’d never lacked for clothes, and he got cheap trinkets and toys, usually related to his current interests, for birthdays, but his father seemed to feel that Oboro’s need for human interaction was a burden, and by the time Oboro started elementary he knew that nights his father wasn’t home were nights where he didn’t eat dinner.

He had heard dozens of times that if it weren’t for the way Oboro’s grandparents would look at him, his father would have abandoned him regardless of the paternity results. When he was small, this meant that he preferred to spend time at their house - they at least cared about the idea of their grandson - but then he hit puberty and realized that even if they cared about him now, they’d hate him the moment they learned that he was one of “those greedy people who claim multiple partners for themselves”!

As far as they’d been concerned, the only person he was dating was Nemuri.

…He hoped Shouta and Hizashi had been invited to his funeral.

That odd and slightly morbid thought aside, the point was that the only love that Oboro had ever received without condition was romantic in nature, until he had come here.

Until someone had wanted him in their life so much that they’d killed him and reanimated his corpse, someone who called him a miracle and acted like he was precious just for existing. Sure, they gave him a kid to watch and said it was all practical, but there were surely easier ways of hiring a babysitter than creating a zombie nanny! No, they’d wanted him here, and it made something inside his corpse warm as his hair burbled happily.

If Tenko asked, the onions were the only reason he was crying.

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put vox in wildermyth...he needs more whimsy...

-videogames anon

Kill him.

TRUST US.

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When I was 8, me and my dad had a “shared” iPod Touch (which actually meant I used it and he got to decide what was on it), to which my father downloaded two movies: Song of the South and The Phantom Menace.

I was 8. I thought both of them were extremely boring. I went on YouTube to watch Tom and Jerry cartoons instead.

The first thing I ever downloaded on my first phone was the movie Turbo (the snail movie) and I’m not sure what that says about me but I feel like it’s something

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Hey neat, someone drawing the characters I like!

silly glance- 🐈‍⬛🌧️

(a morning sketch)

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Deleted Worst Hiring Process Scenes, Part Thirteen

I'm realizing that I'm cutting most of the first 10k I wrote for this fic on account of how All For One developed. Welp. Uh. Here's more All For One, I guess.

Oh god this is so painfully unsubtle what the fuckkkk did I really write this in January noooo this is so baddddd...

Fic WiP Name: Worst Hiring Process Ever (League of Misfits Part One) Scene Name: Landing Among the Stars Relevant Context: Oboro remembers everything. Pre-canon, roughly one month-ish after Oboro's death. Mentions of EraserCloudMicNight. A singular suggestive line in paragraph two.

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Perhaps that building missing its intended target was the best possible outcome. All For One had done research on the Aizawa boy to prepare, and he - well, he certainly wouldn’t act like this. Like the boy in Doctor Garaki’s cackling report.

Evidently, Kurogiri liked his new Nomu status. He even enjoyed it. Carnally, even. According to Doctor Garaki. Looking at the flushed and slightly flustered boy in front of him, All For One believed it.

All For One set Tomura down and let him run off to play. He stopped along the way to give Kurogiri a hug before scarpering away to wherever it was he wished to go.

This left Kurogiri and All For One alone in the main room. The young Nomu looked incredibly awkward, twisting at his fingers as his eyes flicked around the room. Nervousness. Did Kurogiri have something he wanted to say?

All For One decided to wait a moment, see what happened. That was generally a safe bet in these kinds of situations, right?

It paid off when Kurogiri blurted out “Thank you,” a minute later.

“Oh? And what are you thanking me for?” All For One asked, trying and failing to hide his amusement.

“For… for everything,” spots of color appeared on Kurogiri’s cheeks, “Once I had time to think about it and process the existential dread, I - I mean -”

“You are thanking me for having you killed?” Oh, this was too precious. The fact that he wasn’t the original target would have to be buried. It would hurt poor Kurogiri’s feelings.

“I - Yeah, kinda?” Kurogiri did something with his fingers that probably would’ve been damaging if he were still alive, “I mean, I always wanted to help people… I joined a hero school ‘cause that’s what people tell you to do when you want to help people. But you - you brought me here to help Tenko! And when I really think about it, there’s so much more I can do outside the constraints of the law, right? I mean, I -”

“Villains are just people the government decides it doesn’t like,” All For One nodded in agreement, “While I myself am just an old immortal seeking the next emotional high, many of my employees are victims of discrimination the government and hero system lets fester.”

“R-right!” Kurogiri nodded enthusiastically, “So I… I don’t mind being a villain now. I can still help people. And you gave me Tenko! Tenko is… I already know that I’ll never regret being here, being here for Tenko.”

All For One resisted the urge to coo. Children were so very cute. Perhaps the Doctor would be willing to share this one? “And you don’t mind that you��re undead now, little Nomu?”

Kurogiri’s face went bright red and he shook his head. “N-no, I don’t. The only thing that kind of scares me is… Is what my partners will think of me, when they find out.”

Oh, what a sweet thing. All For One found himself unable to resist reaching out and giving the boy a few headpats.

Kurogiri leaned into the touch. Aw.

“Um…” Kurogiri said after a second, looking more apprehensive again. “I guess, if I have one complaint, it’s that - um… Why don’t you call me by my name?”

“Well, Kurogiri is your villain name, isn’t it?” All For One reached out and gently, gently grabbed Kurogiri’s chin, tilting his head up so that their eyes met. “You’re my employee. Calling you that is simply professional.”

Of course, All For One wasn’t good at acting professional in nearly any other capacity, and really that should’ve undermined his argument, but Kurogiri looked like he’d just had a revelation. His eyes were wide and bright and awed.

In that moment, All For One was very nearly ashamed of his past self. When he’d first heard that the hero student that died had not been the Aizawa boy, he’d been disappointed. But how could he be disappointed now? The child before him might be dead, but he was thriving in a way that was unexpected and unique. Why had he ever wanted anyone else on his payroll?

Ah, right. The Aizawa boy had an interesting quirk. Well… he’d figure that out later.

Kurogiri, head still in All For One’s hand, nodded slowly. “O-oh. I hadn’t thought of that…”

All For One nodded, drawing his hand back. For a moment, Kurogiri leaned forward, trying to follow that touch. Then he stumbled and seemed to snap back to reality, righting himself.

He shook his head. “Still… thank you, boss. For everything. I know it was sudden but now I… I think I’m happy here. I think I’m happy like this. So, um. Thank you.”

All For One smiled. “No, Kurogiri. Thank you for taking to this so well.”

The way Kurogiri’s face lit up once more made All For One feel both pleased and accomplished.

They’d really gotten the very best person for the job, hadn’t they?

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He probably said something dumb

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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people who write fics. how do you feel about comments on super old ones you wrote like 2+ years ago

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Them

Cake

First post lets go, I still don’t know how to use tumblr 😎

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Woah…

Whose Dream was it?

Another piece I did for the erasermic advent calendar back in December with the prompt, Dreams.

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Oog these are both classics

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someone reblog this with your favourite mha rare pair and I'll draw them for you I dare you I dare you so hard

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pictured: nerd to nerd friendship

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Omg the boy!

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