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plusultraetc · 2 months

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I saw a post about this a hot minute ago and I'm so mad I can't find it BUT. While I LOVE Present Mic as a popular radio personality, there isn't really that much concrete evidence to support that idea. (Which, to be fair, there isn't a lot of concrete evidence about the careers/public perception of a lot of pros outside of All Might, Endeavor, sorta Hawks, etc., so you can pry that headcanon out of my grasp with a crowbar and so on.) That being said, I think a really fun angle to explore re: Present Mic as a radio host-pro hero-UA teacher (that I may or may not have the bare bones of a fic about👀) is the idea that Mic debuted as a very successful hero and entertainer, and experienced pretty steady growth in both aspects of his career for a few years before he took a teaching position at UA.

Hero rankings are based on incidents resolved, and can be damaged by taking any amount of time off (such as when the Wild Wild Pussycats took, what? A couple of months off from hero-ing? and their ranking plummeted by several hundred places). Teaching is time consuming; it's the kind of job that often necessitates 'bringing work home' with you in the form of grading, lesson planning, etc. Obviously it would cut into Mic's focus on his hero work and his radio show, and obviously that would affect not only his actual ranking but how much attention his career/persona garnered. After all, there is an influx of new heroes every single year when hero courses across the country graduate. It takes work to stay relevant in this universe.

So now I'm thinking of like. Present Mic but with the level of fame/popularity of a celebrity who was big a handful of years ago, but you don't hear so much about anymore. Like, yeah, they're still active, and still have a (often very dedicated) fanbase, but they've kind of been shuffled out of the spotlight a little bit. This also makes his lackluster reception at the entrance exam so much funnier imo, because those students would have been like 8-9 when he stopped just doing hero/radio stuff and started teaching, but they're teenagers now and Present Mic is sooo not in anymore.

#i think maybe students 3-A's age and older would have clearer memories of present mic in his heyday #so maybe he seems a little more like a celebrity to them #anyway! picking away at this fic set ~4 years pre canon like a magpie picking at shiny things for a nest #featuring a surprise guest in such a literal way you have no idea #yamada hizashi #i have THOUGHTS (i have present mic obsessive disorder)#liza blather #q #i'm going to say something a little out there but. present mic is to 3-A's age bracket #as kelly clarkson was to me specifically in high school #i don't know how to elaborate on that so i won't and it'll be like a little insane secret take for anyone who reads tags #last week kicked my butt here's wonderwall

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tsub1t · 2 months

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mic in these bad boys

#present mic #yamada hizashi #i might draw him in those later. but i'm working on something else rn #i'm this close to starting a shitposting spree consisting of purely mic related thoughts. it's that bad.#maybe i should just make one big post ot smthing #shitpost

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corndog-patrol · 2 years

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suit mic. mic in a suit

#bnha #present mic #i imagine he's younger here like maybe early 20's #possibly trying to get a job to support his dj side hustle #yamada hizashi #my art

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smileyj-art · 2 months

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Please enjoy my efforts of making something funny.

#plastic man #patrick o'brian #eel o'brian #space dandy #deadpool #ryunosuke umemiya #present mic #sundrop #ok so maybe i have favourites #is that a crime #the dc special interest has my by the throat rn #and plas is very yes to me #i wanna kiss him #the collection is growing

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genie-made-of-clouds · 1 year

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Hizashi, trying to flirt, bad at it: Hey, you're cute. Like... a cat. Cute. Wanna maybe go out?

. . .

Shouta, trying to flirt, even worse: so... do you like bread?

#fun fact hizashi's pick up line is one someone used on me once #i loved it #but i did not go out with him #so maybe it really was a bad pick up line #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #yamada hizashi #:3 #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #funny #incorrect bnha quotes #incorrect bnha

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mymhameme · 2 years

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Present Mic and Aizawa try to help rehabilitate a recently freed Shirakumo.

Eri is trying her best, too!

#i forgot aizawa's fucking scar again QAQ #maybe he should have had an eye patch too huh...#whatever #Eri #present mic #hizashi yamada #aizawa #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #erasermic #dadzawa #shirakumo oboro #kurogiri #loud cloud #bnha #mha #my art #vines

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gale-in-space · 1 year

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Have you ever considered drawing Present Mic? I’d love to see him in your style!

Have a quick doodle :3

#asks #anon #present mic #hizashi yamada #my hero academia #bnha #mha #the witch doodles #this was fun!! i might finish it... one day... maybe #lol #i should really draw him with his boyf

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black-and-yellow · 17 days

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Lost

(minus grain)

#it's HAM don't freak out he's just cooking #let him cook #the image of Loudspeaker preparing meat of some kind in some grimy lair floats around in my mind and every so often resurfaces for air.#plays out like that montage of Hannibal Lecter cooking but without the criminal undertones #well without Those criminal undertones #think it sprouted from that one line where Mic is like 'yeah im gonna find out who did this and make their guts into soup'#and I was like 'oh he would make some nasty nasty meats huh'#bnha #mha #loudspeaker au #present mic #hizashi yamada #villain!mic #i hate all asmr apart from bugs and offal #if someone is eating a pizza into a microphone my stomach doth protest. But if theyre crunching down on a lil cricket? maybe a bit of liver #okayyy. yum yum yummy!#anyway play Psychopomp it's free on Steam #might make another games recommendation post sometime

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ifyougoillfollow · 11 months

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as we sink into the open sea

M/F, Gen | QPR MicNight | 1720 words | Selkie AU CW: Depiction of Suicide Attempt (non-graphic)

On the eve of his nineteenth birthday, Yamada Hizashi walks into the ocean and comes back with a wife.

Please understand, that wasn't his intention. Yamada Hizashi is not the kind of man to believe in tales of sirens and sea wives, and he is especially not the kind of man with dreams of snaring one for himself. He is, in point of fact, not a man of any dreams at all. Not anymore.

So he walks into the ocean, figuring that if he can't find the will to keep dreaming, then he can at least find some peace at last. He finds a wife, instead.

Or rather, she finds him.

She finds him as his body hits the sea floor, at the very moment the first wave of doubt rolls over him in one fell, unrelenting swoop, much too late for him to do anything about it. He's so overcome with it he doesn't think much of the figure that glides out of the ocean murk and sidles right up to him. Wide, shark-bright eyes peer at him, so close they fill up his entire swimming, pin-pricking vision, and all Hizashi can think about is how soon he's going to die, and how he’s not so sure he wants to die after all, and how little what he wants matters in this final moment, as in all the rest before it, and then the figure places one cold hand on his colder cheek and kisses him. She's all Hizashi can think of, then.

She's dark-haired and beautiful. And strong. And a good swimmer, too, but that's to be expected. She drags him back to shore, lips locked tight over his the whole way, and she doesn't let go until his lungs are clear of ocean brine.

Hizashi lies there, alive and silent on the cold, wet sand for a good while after. Long enough for the first hint of morning blue to blush over the horizon. The sea maiden lies with him, just as alive, just as silent, and infinitely more at ease. Cozied right up to his side, as if she belongs there, seemingly content to remain there for however long Hizashi has left on this Earth now that she's saved him. Try as he might, he can't figure out whether he's grateful or not. He does, however, remember his manners, on occasion, so when he finally finds his voice again, he uses it to thank her.

"You're welcome," the sea maiden replies. There's laughter in her voice. Hizashi doesn't know what there is to laugh about, though he finds himself wishing she'd actually done so, just so he could hear it. He used to love laughter. Impossibly, he still does.

Yamada Hizashi had a knack for making people laugh, once. It was all he knew how to do, really. He doesn't know much of anything now, least of all how to make the sea maiden in his arms laugh, so he says nothing.

The sea maiden in his arms says nothing either, at first, for just long enough Hizashi startles when she does speak: "Is that it?"

"Pardon?"

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"... Is there more I should be saying?"

"There must be." There it is again – the laugh in her voice. "You don't strike me as the quiet type in the least."

That's what it is – she's teasing him. It's much too familiar to do anything but rankle. "Listen, Miss –”

She snorts. "Nemuri."

"Listen –” his face burns as he realizes that's her given name, and he refuses to say it "– listen, I'm grateful to you for saving me and all, but you don't know anything about me."

She peels away from his side. "Liar."

"Pardon?"

"You're not grateful at all," she grunts through an impressive stretch, current-strong arms flung upward and out towards the heavens. She's wearing a sealskin cape and nothing else, and is so unembarrassed by it Hizashi can't muster up any on her behalf. She winks at him. "But you will be," she adds. Then: "Take off your clothes."

"Pardon?"

This time she does laugh – seagull-like – loud and sharp and to the point. "Well, I don't know much about land folk, but it's my understanding you don't handle being wet all that well."

Hizashi wraps his arms around himself, scowling. "I'll be fine."

"Suit yourself."

The sea maiden stands – or at least tries to. She heaves herself upward in a motion that would probably be fluid underwater, then loses her balance, toppling backwards onto the sand, rump first. The sight of her glaring down at her legs is almost enough to pull a laugh out of Hizashi.

"Stupid things," she grumbles, kicking up sand.

Hizashi does laugh, then, which is a mistake. The sea maiden stands, suddenly sure-footed in her indignation, and uses her newfound mastery over her lower appendages to kick sand in his direction.

Hizashi cannot stop laughing. He laughs until his new companion loses interest in burying him under sand. He laughs until the sun finally frees itself from under the weight of the horizon. He laughs until he almost forgets he just tried to kill himself.

When he's all laughed out, the sea maiden is still there. Sitting across from him, hands and feet planted firmly in the sand, peering at him with a smile so dry it's a wonder she doesn't hail from land herself.

Without a word, she stands again, solid and steady, all remaining traces of sea legs gone, and hauls Hizashi to his own significantly less steady feet. While he's still reeling from... all of it – the strength of her hands around his, the seafoam-salt smell of her filling his impossibly pumping lungs, the laughter still clanging through every hollow part of him – the sea maiden takes her sealskin cape and drapes it over Hizashi's shoulders.

It's soft and musky and so warm it feels more alive than he does, but, most of all, it's heavy.

Hizashi tries to shrug it off. "Thanks," he says stiffly, "but I said I'm fine."

"I heard you," says the sea maiden, rearranging the cape around him.

"I don't need it."

"I know."

She fastens the cape closed around his neck, patting his chest firmly. It's so long it covers Hizashi all the way down to his shins. On her, it must have just brushed over the sand at her feet. The uncanny warmth of it doesn't seep even as the seafront breeze hits it, makes it flap and flutter around him in a heavy, even bump-bump, bump-bump beat. Nothing could ever hope to reach him past that beat and that warmth.

"I don't want it, either," he lies, because he has to, because he's never known what to do in the face of so much want, because he's always wanted too many things, and he's wanted them too much.

"Neither do I," says the sea maiden, breezy as the morning. "Maybe we should leave it here, lying around. I'm sure no one else would find it, if we hid it well enough."

Hizashi blanches at the thought. He may not be the kind of man to believe in tales of sea wives, but he has heard enough of them to be wary of the kind of man who does. He fumbles for the clasp at the base of his throat. "Just take it back. Go home."

"Hm, I don't think so." She sidesteps his attempts to foist the cape back onto her, walking away backwards, hands clasped behind her head. "I think I'll stick around here for awhile. Explore the land realm. It seems exciting."

Hizashi chases after her, cape held out like a net. "It isn't."

She twirls away again. "Liar."

"It's too exciting, then. Dangerous."

"So is the ocean – didn't stop you from walking into it."

"That was –" Hizashi falters, loses his footing "– different," he finishes lamely, hands fisted in the sand-soiled cape caught under his knees.

The sea maiden stands over him. "You're right," she says, "that was different – I'm not going into this trying to die. I'd say that alone makes my odds of survival look pretty swell, don't you think?"

Hizashi stares up at her, looming tall against the dawn sky, so tall she dwarves the rising sun itself, and has no doubt she'd survive even the drying of all seven seas if it meant she got to live.

"You're naked," he says, because he's running out of arguments, and the will to keep making them.

"I wouldn't be if you gave me your clothes,” she shoots back, “I gave you mine, didn't I? It would only be fair."

The cape is velvet-smooth as Hizashi slides it out from under himself, warmer still from the heat of his body and the sun-washed sand, which slides off of it like ocean spray from mossy seaside cliffs. His sea maiden – Nemuri – takes it from him and helps him back to his feet. She folds it over her arm, as if merely holding on to it for the moment, and arches an expectant eyebrow at him.

Sighing, Hizashi shrugs off his coat. "Yes,” he relents, “I suppose it would only be fair."

On the dawn of his nineteenth birthday, Yamada Hizashi walks into town with nothing but a sealskin cape on his back and a wife.

Or so the townsfolk like to tell it, because the townsfolk love a good fairy tale romance almost as much as they love to pity him. In time, they will come to pity him even this moment and his sea-wild wife, as outrageous as she is beautiful, as the very ocean itself, and Yamada Hizashi will do what he has always done in the face of undue pity, which is to laugh in it and continue loving whoever and whatever he loves, in whichever way he sees fit.

But that will come later. For now, in the rosy light of a dawn he never planned to see, Hizashi walks into town beside Nemuri, the sea maiden who saved his life – the woman who will be called his wife and be so much more – and is content enough to have finally figured out he’s grateful, even if he has yet to figure out much else. The rest will follow, he’s sure, in good time and – even better – good company.

#yamada hizashi #present mic #kayama nemuri #midnight #micnight #qpr micnight #i wrote a thing #mermay #cw: suicide #it feels weird adding such a heavy content warning given that this is not a heavy story overall but better safe than sorry #anyway surprise mermay fic everyone!#it's me i'm everyone #this fic blindsided me ngl but i quickly grew obsessed with it and needless to say i got Lore #lore that i refused to even hint at in the fic because i Do Not need any more long form wips and i do love me a good one-shot #but who knows maybe one day i'll revisit this au i do so love it #also decided to post the whole fic here instead of just doing my usual ao3 link thingy because i recently locked my fics to registered user #-only because of the whole ai fuckery going around lately which y'know sucks #but this way anyone who wants to read it but doesn't have an ao3 account can do so through here so hopefully that helps #anyway #enjoy loves <3

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quirkfics · 1 year

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Okay hear me out. Banshee Mic with Wail? It's too perfect.

For the past week, late at night, you can hear a man crying next door. It's low, soft cries, just loud enough to carry onto your balcony. They're... honestly, he's breaking your fucking heart. He sounds as if he's lost everything, as if he's on the verge of giving up. Without fail, his crying draws you out to your balcony, but as soon as you slide open the glass door, the crying stops.

You've called out, you've asked if he needs help, or a friend but there's never been any response. You're prepared tonight though, bundled up on your balcony with a hot drink in your hand, blanket around your shoulders, counting down the seconds. He usually starts sometime around 10, and you're going to catch him at it and offer your help.

The piercing wail that fills the night startles you so badly that your mug slips out of your hands. It falls to the floor, shattering on impact, and you leap up, foot catching on your blanket. It all happens after that, far too fast for you to follow. You slip, falling into your balcony railing, and the metal let's out an agonizing creak. There's a man on your balcony, his long fair hair spilling over his shoulders, green eyes blazing like precious stones in a dragon's hoard. Your hand slaps into his, and something terribly heavy falls away from you, hitting the pavement below with a sickening crack. His fingers seize onto your wrists, pulling you away from the edge, keeping you from turning to look. His voice is hoarse when he says, very firmly:

"Follow me."

#quirk writes ficlets #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #listen idk why i can see this huge #sprawling tale about a spirit realm and banshees and maybe some kind of past life shenanigans #but hizashi is about to take reader on a Journey #quirky queue

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hoples · 1 month

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fearl hizashi! it's been years

You just had to call me out, did ya XD

Shota watched the woman go. Soft taps of her cane echoing in the hallway of the eerily silent hospital wing. After all, the most damage was done to the civilians. Shota flinched once again, Hizashi is going to be devastated with how much damage he did.

Opening the doors to the sterile room, with equipment to help heroes with sound based quirks, he watched as his long term friend stared dully out of the window. Hizashi was sitting in his bed, dressed in a hospital gown.

“Hizashi?” Not even his voice made Hizashi move, he just looked detached from reality.

Dissociation.

That word bounced around Eraser's head, knowing it too well. Seeing it several times on other heroes. Civilians too. Not closely on villains.

But not his best friend. Friend he should know as the back of his own hand. And yet he felt he failed with how much Hizashi managed to hide from him.

#bnha #eraserhead #present mic #wip wendesday #feral hizashi #I will finish this one one day #maybe #my writing

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bugsweirdworld · 2 years

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Thinking about black panther Aizawa and exotic hybrid collector Hizashi Yamada

Eccentric millionaire, Hizashi Yamada, is known for many things. Radio hosting, DJ-ing, music, fashion... but one of the most interesting things about him is his revered collection of exotic hybrids.

A large majority of his hybrids are rescues or have been taken in from worse conditions. He treats them all exceptionally well and loves each and every one. The grounds around his house have been turned into different habitats and open areas, filled to the brim with just about anything a hybrid could want.

However, there is one hybrid that always finds its way inside the main house. One who doesn't even need to creep in, but chooses to.

Stealthy and strong, Shouta Aizawa is Hizashi's favourite hybrid without a doubt.

Despite his efforts not to, Zashi's favouritism is clear as day. From the way he lets Shouta slink in the back door, to the way his bright eyes drink in how the hybrid stretches in the sunlight.

Constantly lazing about in the sun, Shouta's deep golden eyes always lay half lidded, pupils staring deep into the soul of the receiver. He has a habit of gracefully rolling over to bare his toned stomach, flicking his tail at the blonde enticingly. His energy levels may seem low but don't be fooled. This is a beast that could easily tear through your jugular in seconds, he simply chooses not to.

Every once and a while he allows himself to be provoked, knowing that he needs to keep up his muscular form with exercise anyways. Shouta's powerful legs easily guide him to run across the grounds, muscles pumping and sharp teeth glinting in the light. Sometimes, the big cat playfully chases the younger hybrids around, secretly eager to cultivate their instincts and give them guidance, his kindness often showing in more discreet ways.

Yes, this pretty kitty is definitely Hizashi's favourite.

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