#voicedhero

[ivoryspill]

@voicedhero

       “Well... If it’s kisses you wanted, you did not have to wait for mistletoe...”

“You could have had them sooner.“

[kawaiiselkie-moved-blog]

voicedhero replied to your post “It had been a few days. It felt like longer. Doing work was a...”

S-Selkie, you've activated quite a lot of feels I'm not sure I was ready for, here...

Sorry, just... thinking out loud. You heard all of that...?

[the-eraserhead-man-blog]

"Eraser-Sensei had a class, E-I-E-I-O~ And in that class, he had some kids, E-I-E-I-O~ With some chickens here, and an ostrich there, here a toucan, there a... Wait, is it all birds, Shouta?"

“No, no, there is one hippo as well. This isn’t the Yakuza. I don’t own an aviary.” 

[voiceofglory-blog1]

((The origin story... basically what I’m saying is that this was all tangentially @erasureeyes​ fault since he tagged me in the thing in the first place. Vince, look upon your deeds. They look like a pile of writhing Mics.))

[themartialartshero-archived]

⁉ Recite the book topic of your last English essay!

Uhh…Present Mic, sir, I…don’t…rememberI’msorry-

[geezerfist-blog]

voicedhero replied to your post “��”

//Hi gay, I'm Logan//

[14hnds-blog]

I giv my URL to you with love.

>Send me a url and I'll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them. | @voicedhero

I keep yAWNING.

[stellamulberry]

@voicedhero sent a 🍻

“Oh, for me?”  A fresh pint of gold beer slide it’s way over to her, paid by the voice hero himself.  The night’s patrol was long one, even longer when it was dead.  Tara was tired mentally, her body however could, well could probably go for another hour so.

A local bar was her destination, just a simple bottle of beer to grab and go for the night.  However, when she stepped inside she heard a familiar voice calling out to her.  Present Mic, as well as Erasure was there too, both were at the bar, and appeared to be inebriated, especially Mic.

“What, you think I can’t hold a few drinks?”  Stella eyed the two, a sly smirk appeared on her face.  The two teachers eyed her back in their drunken stupor, clearly they were at their limit for the night.  Most likely they wanted another to join them.

“Hate to break it to ya guys, but...” Tara grabbed the pint’s handle and tipped her head back.  One, two, three, four, five, gulps she took before slamming the empty mug back down, the foam that was left jumped up and caught the rim of the mug’s lip. Tara exasperated a long sigh and looked back at the two men.  “Drinking runs in the blood!”

[erasershouta]

Taking a bright orange marker, Hizashi opts to write 'Cat petting hand 1' on one hand, and 'Cat petting hand 2' on the other. He flashes him a grin as he does it, too.

write on sensei | open !!

Well ... he’s not technically wrong.

[eri-rewind-moved]

🎁!

“Thank you...!” She hugged the new plushie close. It was a bird. She liked birds a lot.

[a-thehandcrusher]

🎵

Send 🎵 for a song that reminds me of your muse

[4000Hz] - Jaded

All that white noise has blown a speakerI think I need a preacherThere's something they don't teach ya4000hzWhen my beat comes on like dum dum dumAnd my eardrums go ba rum bum bumThis frequency has got me numb that4000hz

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Let me tell you how I was hoping for a Mic to send me one of these. The lyrics don’t have too much relevance, but the vibe of this song is just... very him to me.

[ivoryspill]

Mistletoe~

     Mic isn’t so bad-- this wouldn’t be so bad. 

It’s a bit of a reach, but leaning up, he presses a firm kiss to the slightly older man’s lips, taking a moment before he pulls back, sheepishly rubbing his face. “.... Haha.... I should’ve known you’d turn up sooner or later....”

        Oof, he’s blushing...

[deepfearsrevealed]

voicedhero replied to your post: hEY I'm Nyx B) (but you already know that lmao) I...

((You had a forensic science class in High School?!?! Colour me jealous.))

//hhhhhh It was like the highlight of my day everyday. The teacher was also a giant star wars nerd too. But yeah I learned a lotta neat things and now I can tell people about all the cool things and sound uber smart

[the-eraserhead-man-blog]

voicedhero replied to your post: “I’m back. I got extra chocolate chip mochas, so...

“Mememe!”

“Here.”

Aizawa handed over the mocha.

[erasureeyes-blog]

BITE [B-be gentle, though...!]

Indiscriminate hunger for blood. | No longer accepting. | @voicedhero

   One hand clasps over the speaker system around Hizashi’s neck, palm directly over the frontward sound emitter, as he leverages one arm to hold the blonde at bay.    Admittedly, had it not been for the directional speaker system, there would have been a very good chance that he may have gone for their throat immediately upon getting close enough, but they are both lucky enough to avoid such an outcome.   Granted, the other man has range enough to have stopped him had they wanted or tried to.   Had he been in his right mind, he would have heartily admonished them for not doing that, but instead his mind can only focus on one objective. Aizawa’s free hand scrabbles for purchase on one of Hizashi’s forearms so as to drag it closer to his face unthinkingly. 

   Despite his frantic mental state, somewhere in the back of his mind he is conscious enough to slam on the brakes and his whole body goes rigid, shuddering, and he stops. His mind a roiling battlefield, he is confronted with conflict that defies his instincts ( to rip, to tear into the flesh of one of his best friends ) to the point of ceasing to function for a moment, maybe two.   Somewhere, a distant sound, he thinks he can almost hear the frantic voice of his comrade speaking, saying something that falls on deaf ears.                   Below his taut hand, he can feel the pulse in their wrist leap.      An unwavering gaze fixes itself upon tender flesh, aware of each individual, taunting beat.   Impossibly slow, yet still so threatening, his mouth opens to reveal two long and pointed teeth, which erect over the wrist now held in a vise-like grip.    Even in the depths of losing control here, he still manages some semblance of self-control in that he, without quite stopping, moves at a sluggish pace, avoiding shredding the veins under their skin like every impulse in his mind tells him to. Instead, despite his shaking frame, he pierces their wrist with every precaution he can muster.

[themartialartshero-archived]

@voicedhero​ replied to your post:

"WHAAATTT?!?! We just got done with them a week ago, and I'm trying to figure out which of these three papers is yours! ...Some of you need to remember to write your names down, still..."

“Hey, don’t worry, sir! Why not show me the papers and I can just tell you which one is mine? It shouldn’t be hard to recognize my hand writing apart from the others!”

The last words finally register and his hand moves to rub the back of his neck, offering the teacher a sheepish smile.

“Oh, uh, sorry for forgetting my name, sometimes I get distracted by getting it done in time and then never write my name..”