“Angst. Mic losing his voice and quirk when a villain damaged his vocal cords during a mission he did with aizawa. Aizawa thinks it’s his fault. Mic knows sign language but Aizawa’s knowledge of sign language is up to you to decide.”
hmm well, I planned a complex plot and I wanted to draw a long comic about it, but at this moment I literally have a ton of things to do and NO TIME. Even so, i love this promt so much and i’ve decided to draw some scenes that I’ll post throughout today~
“Angst. Mic losing his voice and quirk when a villain damaged his vocal cords during a mission he did with aizawa. Aizawa thinks it’s his fault. Mic knows sign language but Aizawa’s knowledge of sign language is up to you to decide.”
ahh I have really enjoyed so MUCH this comic, i love these two with all my heart *sobs*
They put off a presence, even just walking arm-in-arm or standing with each other. With how easily they complement each other’s movements, it’s almost like they choreographed them beforehand. They truly reflect a king and queen together; striking, but too natural to be practiced.
You think he was fervent in defending Integra’s honor? Wait until you see him with his wife. No one gets away with humiliating or belittling her. If she doesn’t personally call him off, there will be blood.
Likes to bring her tokens from battle or off of his enemies. Even if his wife isn’t as morbid as he is, she’ll hopefully understand that this is an (admittedly strange) act of devotion from him.
He’s doesn’t even hide his affection in public. She’ll pull off something impressive or tell someone off in a clever way and he’ll pull her in by the waist and start kissing her, right in front of everyone.
Very amorous. He won’t hesitate to sweep her up and carry her off with a hungry grin if she hints at being in a mood. All she has to do is tug on his cravat and suggest that they seek some privacy to have him following after her like a dog on a leash.
He playfully calls her “Mrs. Tepes” in private.
So many sugary pet-names; honeybunch, pussycat, love bug -they can get a little silly if she doesn’t stop him.
Though, he does call her by her name more than he does anyone else.
Always kisses her hand as a greeting. It’s a timeless gesture, and he considers it a display of respect and affection.
Her effect on him is almost hypnotic. She can easily calm his more manic moments by running her hands over his chest or stroking his chin lovingly. He’ll melt into her touch every time.
Thank you!! It makes me so happy when someone enjoys what I write ;v;
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I think he’s incredibly frustrated when he’s first falling for them. He’s surrounded by cruel masters and domineering queens -why is he having feelings over this soft little thing?
But something about them lands them a spot in his heart. Maybe it’s the way they keep reaching out even when he bites, the refusal to be hardened by the world around them –some maddening inexplicable thing draws him to them.
After a long time of trying to convince himself that surely his heart hasn’t been won over by kindness of all things, he gives in -decides “why not see where this goes?”.
He’s very appreciative of the tremendous amounts of affection. The biggest benefit of such a sweet S/O is how often he gets to feel their hands on him, how much they smother him in kisses.
He gets a little possessive. He knows it’s irrational when he actually stops to think about it, but part of him wants to hoard their softness all to himself.
He teases them more than most. He loves seeing them get flustered, loves seeing their blush when he murmurs something filthy to them, loves seeing them get all fired up in contrast to their usual demeanor.
God forbid someone else needles them, though. He’s decided this sweet little thing is his, and he has a very low tolerance for anyone upsetting them or taking advantage of their kindness.
He’ll still let them fight their own battles of course–he’s not the coddling type. Gentle as they may be, he trusts that his S/O can stand up for themselves when needed.
He just.. happens to bump into the person that upset them later on and, if that person is suddenly too disturbed and paranoid to function, or if they fall out of a very high window, Alucard certainly can’t be blamed for it.
As much as he teases, he does enjoy stepping down from being the Big Bad Vampire and playing the charming prince in private. He’s all about those hand kisses. He loves dancing with them. If his S/O is a woman he refers to her as his “little lady”.
There’s a sense of .. peace, being with them. Just spending quiet time with this gentle person, who has no ulterior motives or intentions to use him for destruction and whatnot. It disturbs him at first, he’s very uneasy about it, unsure what to do with such a genuinely tranquil feeling, but he soon grows to love those moments with them more than anything.
It’s certainly because of them that he becomes softer over time, able to be more lenient with Seras and weep openly upon Anderson’s demise. Whether he likes it or not, they remind him that he still has a heart.
There are three kinds of knowledge. First, the things that you know. The shop. How to barter for a better price on bolts of fabric. Nine of the ten types of smiles that Asra gives you, like gifts pressed into your hands.
Second, there are things that you know you don’t know. “What lies outside of Vesuvia?” you ask, and then gasp, sinking to your knees, as pain locks its jaws around the base of your skull like a vice grip. When you can stand again, days later, you know that you do not know. You don’t try to ask Asra where he’s been again, but you are aware of this gap in knowledge.
Lastly, there are things that you don’t know that you don’t know.
“How many people live here?” you ask. Your friend lives above the brewery. It’s a business below and a home above, like the shop. There are two beds squeezed into one room.
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