Rage
Doesn't Know Code, Fools.
Was thinking something more or less, an forever evolving monster.
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BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
Hm, that might be a little OP
Maybe someone who can forcefully evolve themselves but it takes a lot of stamina and focus and once they use that evolution, they revert back and can't use it again?
Rage
Doesn't Know Code, Fools.
Sure but i was more or less thinking about that however i believe i should be able to keep that evolution....i'll think of something.
BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
But that leaves it open to be used for anything so it could be abused.
BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
Rage
Doesn't Know Code, Fools.
You may think that but....i'll add something....or if it doesn't work out, i'll make an explosion guy.....maybe.
BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
We'll just see how it goes
Strawberraki
Distracted Weeb
Thanks! :3
simj26
Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Reminder that the teachers never really made it as heroes, either because their quirks weren't impactful enough, their respective personalities, or a mix of both.
BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
*Tokage
BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
I wanna make a quirk store where I sell quirks for your souls fun! :3
Rage
Doesn't Know Code, Fools.
really......well that sucks, understood.
simj26
Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Funny thing is, Mao would have been exceptionally frightening as a hero should she actually have the balls to stick with her guns and pushed for it further. Too bad she never really bothered much.
yuckeroni
Gladiatrix
sim. i love you. you know this. lemme kiss you rnyuckeroni
and for all the non-christian yuri lovers here
(non-canon, donut use as reference, everything is to be read with rose-tinted yuri glasses, thx vry muchos gracias)
Late night paperwork. And she thought Macchan was a slave driver. Then again, Masaru, Yori, Tokage and she were all in this together, much to her consternation and pleasure. It wasn’t a lie to say she enjoyed watching Masaru’s face twist in annoyance at the papers sprawled over his desk, but it wasn’t much of a lie to say it comforted her too, looking at an equally high pile on her own desktop. She shifted her gaze to the desk opposite,where Tokage looked as if she were about to blow up. The only person in the room who didn’t look like they were just a step away from blowing a few gaskets was Yori-senpai. Even in such chaotic times, she remained so perfectly demure and calm, as her hands worked skilfully through the papers. Even from this distance, she could see the grace that her slender fingers wielded as the pen danced across the paper, like a figure skater on ice..
“Damn.” It was Tokage’s voice that shattered her reverie. The small lady massaged the back of her neck, and glared hotly at her work for a long while, as if her eyes would bore holes through the nuisance. When that didn’t work, she groaned, a sound that most of them in the office that night would have liked to utter, but just avoided it altogether. She hopped off her chair, and trotted over to the door. “I’m going to get some coffee. This is starting to make me regret teaching altogether.”
“I’ll go too. I need a smoke.” Masaru stood up from his seat as well, one hand already clasping onto a pack of Marlboros, with a Zippo pinched between his index and middle finger. He glanced towards Yori and Mao. Mao turned to Yori, indicating that she would follow her lead. Her senior did not budge from her seat, and simply waved Masaru and Tokage on their way. Masaru nodded stiffly. “Need anything?”
“If the vending machines stock beer,” joked Yori, while Mao simply shook her head and pretended to go back to work.
Masaru rolled his eyes, then motioned to Tokage, throwing the sliding door open. In a few moments, the door slammed shut, leaving Mao and Yori alone with the sounds of the latter’s pen scratching on the paper. Mao waited for a few more minutes, until the echoes of her colleagues’s footsteps could no longer be heard, then kicked against her desk, sliding herself over to Yori’s side.
“Yori-senpaaaaaai~” It was almost like a cat-like purr as she sidled up next to Yori, and wrapped her arms around her, nuzzling into her neck. How warm. She could just melt into her skin, feeling it like this. Yori did not so much as budge. Instead, with one hand, she carried out her marking and reports on her students, and with the other, ran a hand across Mao’s scalp. It wasn’t a harsh motion, but rather, a soft, almost intimate one, almost as if she was soothing an actual cat that had just came up to her and taken a liking to her.
“Not now, Mao. It can wait.”
She felt the well-toned body that Yori hid underneath her impeccable style of dressing on her arms as she tightened her embrace. A body chiselled by experience, she was sure. To be able to just hold it like this was a gift in and of itself. God could have taken her soul back to Heaven at this point, and she would still have died happy. Or she would be most disappointed at not being able to hold it like this ever again. She moved her head slightly, angling it upwards so her chin rested and was propped up on her shoulder. Her lips now at her senior’s ear, she whispered quietly, even in the empty room. “It can, but I certainly can’t.”
“Mao--” Yori started, but her breath caught in her throat as one of the younger lady’s hands slipped downwards, unseen, but certainly felt as it slid under her shirt. She tried her best to breathe, but as a finger traced lightly across her abdomen, upwards, in between her cleavage, it gave way to jagged patterns of sharp intakes and exhalations. “Please,” she managed between her gasps, “Masaru and Tokage--”
Mao ignored the protest, and pressed herself closer, her lips gracing Yori’s neck, her breath caressing the exposed skin just above her neck. Her hand moved again, travelling up the valley on Yori’s chest. Her other hand lost grip around her, and found purchase instead on the back of her seat. Passion guided her body and she found herself standing up and over Yori, one hand pressed, molding her partner’s breast, the other gripping hard on the back of her seat, and her lips locked with Yori. The fire spread, and Yori’s own hand took Mao by the back of her neck, pulling her in close into the intertwining mess that they were at the moment of heated emotions.
The room was quiet. Only the occasional gasps of breath and the sporadic grunt could be heard, the gap in between filled with the soft, almost unnoticeable whirring of the fan. A long five minutes lasted between the both of the women, but when it ended, it had felt like it had been but a second. Mao was the first to pull away, face flushed redder than the evening sky that day, and she fell back onto her swivel chair, gulping down pockets of air, while Yori tugged her shirt down back over her exposed navel, having been hiked way higher than it should have been. Mao had been quite aggressive that night and it showed. That wasn’t to say Yori had not reciprocated in kind- Mao’s hair, usually tied neatly behind her, now fell about her face in a mess. The two of them exchanged a look. Yori was wise enough to turn her attention back to her work. If their eyes had lingered a little longer, it would have meant another small ‘break’ session.
“We need to finish this by tomorrow morning.” The older lady managed to say. Her breath was still unsteady, the chills of the sensations running down her spine still apparent.
Mao did not say anything for a moment, as if she were mentally processing everything, and storing them at the back of her mind- Yoro’s well-toned physique in her hands, the curves, the softness amongst the battle-hardened body. Only when she was satisfied, she uttered an almost inaudible confirmation then pushed herself back to her desk.
Back to late night paperwork.
this is my last act before i disappear to jungles. I think.
Rage
Doesn't Know Code, Fools.
Nope...i'm not losing my sanity using that idea.
i might never make another character.
i might never make another character.
Dolches
Horizontal Staircase
I ship it.
Illiterate
what da dog doin
Quick! Someone ship Ryo, 'cause he's canon now!
Space_Kaiser
Formerly known as Loyal Guardian
So do you guys think that this translated version of the Second OP of Boku no Hero fits Toujou?
Rage
Doesn't Know Code, Fools.
i'm going to bed before i kill myself.
Space_Kaiser
Formerly known as Loyal Guardian
damn dude why are you sad and shit?
BriiAngelic
*Willingly Participates in Self Sabotoge*
I offer up Kaoru into the ring~
yuckeroni
Gladiatrix
LIÁN x DURIANDER X RYO
simj26
Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
AND SO IT SHALL BE
simj26
Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
hol' up tho how u lewd threesome that's not right
Dolches
Horizontal Staircase
If that's lewd, Duriander would like to kindly drop out.
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