#eating a mic

[eatingmics]

Gerard Way. Round 2 of many, cuz he is such a consistent mic eater.

[yurisupernova]

BAKER STREET TRIO!!!!!

changed up how i draw them!! again!!! more closely aligned w the fanon designs this time :]

[black-and-yellow]

[star1ight0]

Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada x PLATONIC KID!!

I crave comfort so here

Tw : Ed /sh

Not many people were aware of your relationship with your homeroom teacher and English teacher known as Mr. Aizawa and his loud husband Mic but they were your dad's. In the beginning of the year they both made it clear no special treatment would be given and you appreciated it a lot.

This also came with its ups and downs trying to fight the urge to hug you dad in front of class after villain attacks ect, as much as they'd both fight it they also struggled to accessively check on you when you all moved to dorms.

Having grown up always close to him after they adopted you from a abusive home. had its drags on you all You weren't entirely sure when this overwhelming feeling of despair started but it felt so shitty, you had no reason to feel this way you had a good life. Loving dads, a nice school and a few friends you hold dear to you. It was so long ago why was this still bothering you.

You remembered a conversation you had with your dad, Mic recalling how Aizawa was struggling with mental health and how it wasn't an effect of things around him but rather his brain chemistry. You looked at your phone debating on calling your family group chat to ask them for help but managed to talk yourself out of it resorting to crying on your closet floor.

After a few minutes of crying you managed to pull yourself together grabbing some clothes and deciding this was all in your head and you had no reason to feel so shitty. Heading out your room you feel a tap on your shoulder "it's past curfew kid" you turn around to see you father Hizashi looking around you you look back at him eyes still puffy "Sorry dad, just needed a shower" you say attempting to walk away when you feel a hand in you wrist "were you crying little listener?" You flinch at the childhood nickname your dad had given you "No, sorry just tired" you say pulling away "either your high or you were crying which one is it kid" He says pointing to your eyes "its nothing dad please just let me shower"

You pull away walking away leaving your dad in the hall alone. You took a long shower, trying to scrub off the memories of your past home. You get out the shower and go back to your dorm laying down on the floor ignoring the fact your bed was no more than 3 feet away. You look at your phone to see Aizawa texted you

You okay kiddo?

Yeah sorry for worrying y'all just a bad day

Are you sure

Yeah

If you say so, me and Hizashi are here if you need us. Now go to bed it's late

The conversation was short and to the point but you still felt the need to want to call him and tell him these awful feelings you were having.

A few days passed when you got an email from an all too familiar name, it was your biological mom. The very same woman who had given you physical and mental problems along with nonstop nightmares for 2 years. You had changed everything phone number, social media accounts anything that she could you to find you. Yet her name is in your inbox with a paragraph calling you names and threatening you. Everything felt so out of control like nothing you did to get away from her was enough. But she knew now, she knew what school you went to. 1-A had been on TV after all, you should have known it was only a matter of time. You looked at your phone blankly feeling your body shake and tears fall from your face. You reached for your pocket knife making a cut on your thigh it felt good like you finally had control over how you felt like you had control over something when everything around you was so chaotic. This was bad you knew that but it felt too good to want to care.

Overtime the threatening emails from your mother piled up only feeding the fear she'd find you and harm you, in turn causing more scars to be formed on your legs. You dads had quickly talked notice to you change in dimanar and talked it over amongst themselves and tried to reach out to you but it was all brushed off as a bad week or a bad day.

This began to escalate more than your lack of interest in food came about you seemed so tired too tired to even eat. This is where they drew the line. No kid of theirs would be passing out in training. They just couldn't figure out how to talk to you about this without you shutting down and shutting them out.

Monday morning training came about and you felt exhausted like your whole body was about to give out. This was only further proven when you passed out before training with Todoroki without him even activating either of his quirks. Both Hizashi and Aizawa rushed to your side as another student ran to get recovery girl. You woke up in the nurses office with both your dad's next to you looking worried out their minds.

"Recovery girl said you'd be fine.. as long as you ate and drank probably." There was a silence filled with worry and a bit of anger

"I'm sorry dad-" you were cut off by Hizashi hugging you, "please don't scare me like that kid" he said holding you as if you were gonna disappear. "Talk to us if you need to kiddo. You know we'll listen. "

You hugged him back going back to your dorm early as you were excused from all classes for the day, sitting on your floor you checked your phone to see another email this time from your biological father. Your mom texting you was one thing you knew in some way she didn't have the gut to actually hurt you but your dad, he'd hunt you down and kill you, metaphorically and literally. You felt a wave of fear washing over you and you sobbed standing up hands on your head pacing around your room crying and shaking. You reach for your knife once more sliding down the wall making a cut in an almost fully healed scar feeling that feeling of control comes back. You made a few more before stopping, taking a deep breath grabbing your first aid kit sitting in the same spot on the floor. Yeah, you felt stupid but not stupid enough to not clean this kind of thing. As you were cleaning up you heard a knock at your door

"Kid? It's us can we talk?"

Aizawa says still waiting at the door "Y-yeah give me a minute please!!" You shout rushing to put the first aid kit away and some sweatpants and throw your knife under the bed you wipe your face, and open the door

"Kid are you okay you look a little.. worse than earlier "

"yeah I'm fine just not in a great mood," you said looking at your phone placed in the far end of the bed. They both came Into your room sat on your bed and attempted to talk to you about what had been bothering you. The conversation went in circles before you placed your head in Aizawa's lap. Your dad Hizashi, was standing at the foot of your bed about to leave when he was stopped by a blood stain on the floor.

"Shouta, I think we should stay till she wakes up"

"hm. I mean I'm not against it but why ?"

He points at the blood spot on the floor and Shoutas eyes widen.

"they are knocked out right now so can you look for whatever is being used ?"

He nods looking around your room eyes landing on a pocked knife shining under your bed.

"here, I'll put it in our room," he says showing Shouta before closing it and placing it in his pocket, as he was above to leave he stopped by the light of your phone along with a name he recognized followed by a scowl.

"Shouta I'm gonna check their phone for something"

He gives Hizashi a confused look but unable to move because of your sleeping form he allows him to do so, you trusted them enough to let them know your passwords but they had never not trusted you enough to go through your phone. He opens the email, reading it and seeing ll the others. He made a face of pure disgust and walked toward Shouta showing him the inbox along with one of the emails it had.

Both had decided to stay in your room till morning, planning to talk to you about this night of unfortunate events. But this was cut short by the feeling of you hyperventilating in Shoutas lap. Hizashi gently shakes him awake and they both attempt to comfort you ultimately failing as you wake you shaking tears forming in your eyes. An all too familiar scene for your dad's to witness.

"it's okay kid, your okay" Hizashi whispered patting your head as Aizawa rubbed your shoulder.

"sorry i-"

"No apologies. We know everything so there's no need to hide anything from us anymore"

Shouta says looking up at his husband

"you could have really hurt yourself kid"

"i know I just - "You were cut off by a knot in your throat as you scrambled to find the words "Everything feels so out of control and I can control this you know?" Shouta nodded in agreement.

"Why did you come to us kiddo?

"i- I didn't want you to worry you. You guys had enough going on.."

You said your voice is still shaking between sobs.

"you'd never be a bother to us. It's our job as you parents to check on you and worry for you"

You all had a long talk about possible coping strategies and ways to communicate if you wanted to talk about something without feeling bothersome. A few relapses were bound to happen and they both knew this but did everything they could to ensure it didn't. Even if it meant letting the whole class know you were their kid so you could go in the teacher's wing of the dorms. You began slowly getting better with setbacks here and there, but by setting up a new email and talking more about what your depression episodes felt like, both your dads were able to help you through it

Yes it's messy I wrote 75% of this in one go and the other half after my shower. And it's like 12:58am

Requests are open but slow

Please reach out if you need to to!!

[nininikki]

this here is a MAN. a giver. an eater. 8 inches, ample girth, #e4b4ac, can go for 10 straight rounds nonstop, curses in french between strokes, plants his feet into the floor for MAX g-spot hitting, wraps his big strong arms around you during cowgirl. did i mention that he’s an eater? cause I KNOWW he eats it come on now. until he runs out of breath, until your legs have contorted in every direction possible, until—[MIC DISCONNECTS]

[ccnidar1a]

Well i cant stop thinking about them so,,,,,,, tacomic om nom

[akkivee]

TO THE KNIGHT UNDER THE MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[coeurify]

jackson!ellie fic but she gets in trouble with maria for being reckless or starting fights so maria is like you need to learn to calm down and think about things less recklessly soooo no patrols for you for three weeks instead you’re working in the school house (or garden??) with reader.. and she’s like fuck no!! i don’t fuck with kids!!! or them!! bc reader is much more quiet and stuff. but. ofc… that changes.

[sirin-300cals]

[royalarchivist]

It was so funny hearing Maximus having a breakdown trying to navigate Pac & Mike's "Hide and Seek" arena, especially from Phil's POV because you'd just hear a distant scream in the background every once in a while.

Here's both perspectives into one video for folks who missed this moment!

[b3lleb4biee]

𝐖𝐈𝐄𝐈𝐀𝐃: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 🩷

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲: 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 & 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

these are definitely becoming a daily thing I don't think I'll stop. it's nice to know I can look back on these and so this is the new layout (I know it's more aesthetically pleasing 🤍).

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 🩶

· Hot Chocolate (w/25ml milk): 44kcal

· Mashed Potatoes (homemade): 104kcal

· Doughnut: 223kcal

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍 🩶

· Toast: 104kcal

· Lemonade: 32kcal

· Fruit Chews (2): 46kcal

· Dark Chocolates (3): 92kcal

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 🩶

· Pasta (purg3d half): 133kcal

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 🩶

I went on a walk and brought my net to 650kcals which felt like a bit of a letdown after I did so well yesterday. Purg1ng came so easily to me today but I was admittedly nervous beforehand. I'm quickly becoming desensitised to it to the point that I did it and left as quickly as I'd gone in, completely unphased. I listened to music all day, mostly the same song. Life feels to be falling into place.

[eatingmics]

Puce Mary / Frederikke Hoffmeier.

PERFECT.

[numberonetacostan]

Taco would sit by Mepad's body until it was moved away. At first, she'd find it and stay there still, in shock. And then she'd cry for a while. And by a while, I mean hours. This isn't a friend she's lost because she hurt them, this is a friend who is dead, for good. I don't think she could bring herself to leave him after that. He stayed with her, out in the woods, because she still needed his help. She still needs him. She can't just leave him lying out in a field. She has to keep bugs from crawling on his screen. Surely, that must be uncomfortable for him.

She'd only move once Test Tube is ready to try and repair him. Even then, she checks in as often as she can. She can't give up on him after all he did for her.

[black-and-yellow]

You know what time it is. (it's micnight time).

[dosesofcommonsense]

[nizzie12]

Cornzawa and Cobzashi Imagine peeling back a corn cob leaf and one of these goofballs are hiding behind it.