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Hi, my name is Tamin.
I'm 22 (omg this said just 2 before lmao) and live in California. I am currently in college. I'm currently working on my AA. I love anime and manga. (e.i. Dragonball, Bleach, One Piece, Fairy Tail, Soul Eater, Boku no Hero Academia, One Punch Man, etc..) I love to read, always have, always will. I usually use Photoshop CC (the latest version) and Illustrator for making lineart.
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hot-headed. | metal bat x reader
A constant murmur of voices from your fellow officers, the shrill sound of the telephone ringing, and the low buzzing of the printer were what made the police station atmosphere. You absentmindedly scrolled through hundreds of newspaper articles. None of them the least bit interesting. A loud clasp of hands caught the attention of you all as all eyes went on your sheriff and you rolled your eyes already knowing what this was about.
"Alright, so now that I've got your attention, I'd like you all to meet Metal Bat." She gestured over to the young man beside her. You had to admit that he was a lot more good looking than you had anticipated. Primped jet black hair that fell over his dark vehement hues and framed his nicely structured face, clad in his police uniform with a metal bat on shoulder?
Huh, well he did make good use of his uniform.
You only leaned back against your chair, arms folded as you inspected the fine looking gentleman in front of you. He seemed distracted
wrong recipient. | metal bat x reader
A day like any other as you sat in the lounge room of one the buildings at your university waiting for your next class to begin. Pencil in hand as you scratched at your sketchbook with such concentration, tongue out and pressed lips as you got lost in the detail.
"Hey, [name]." That voice. It halted your actions immediately, eyes carefully analyzing him.
Hair untouched, dressed in dark blue dad jeans, red converse and a plaid flannel with the the sleeves cuffed to show off his delicious arms. He was a sight to see.
A small smile on his face as he greeted you.
Your heart fluttered. "Hey, Badd.*"
*It was confirmed in the manga that Metal Bat's real name is Badd
"Waiting for yer next class?" He asked, plopping in the seat beside you as his eyes flickered over your drawing. You nervously scratched your cheek and nodded. "Nice drawing, y'always been this talented?"
His sends you a teasing, good-natured smile that made your face burst into flames and your heart felt like it was going t
Death Battle - Limit Breaking Human Monsters
One Punch Man Full Opening English - Jonathan Young Cover
J-City wasn’t that far from H-City. Only a couple of miles. It was already abandoned by both infected and heroes alike due to the bad placement of the city. The surviving seafolk could attack from the sea and ambush any faction there. The numerous underground subways didn’t make things easier for humans, while the geological location allowed for the Heroes Association to repeatedly bombard any infected inside the city. Basically a No-Man’s land-esque area with how neither faction cared about this place. A perfect place to bring a fight there uninterrupted.
Garou glanced back time to time as he moved, effortlessly dodging anything on his way. Abandoned cars, destroyed tanks, trees, boulders, all of them he weaved through without even slowing down. He was more focused on keeping an eye on his relentles
Highschool AU!Garou x Reader - TraitorTraitor
“Hey (name)! ... Hey Garou too, I guess...” Saitama greeted you and your boyfriend. He was immediately told to shush. This is a library for god sakes! Saitama grinned weakly and sat down in a chair in front of the sofa you and Garou inhabited.
“Hey, where’s Genos- Oh never mind.” you laughed quietly, seeing the younger boy come up behind the older with a messenger bag filled with books. Genos cheerfully greeted you, while doing a more formal greeting with Garou.
“Okay, I got in a few fights, but you don’t have to treat me so formally.” Garou smirked, his arm around your shoulders, keeping you snug in his side.
“Garou... I would say that the only reason you’re not expelled yet is because the school board thinks I’m - and here I quote - ‘purging you of your rebellious nature’.” At this Garou laughed, and flipped off the people shushing him.
“Studying for the test (name)?” Genos asked,
The first thing he saw was chrome
He did not see himself
Only those around him
It was filled with shades of wonder
He did not see
But the world changed
Began to swirl and separate
He did not notice at first
It was too gradual
He was in the center though
There, in the middle of a gentle swirl
He knew he was important
That was all
Eventually he saw spots
Spots of color
But crouched in corners
The pale kept them there
Ivory and creams danced around him
He was blinded by the snow
As they languidly swam around him
Forgetting the spots
As more time passed
He watched the pieces of color get further away
He saw them get battered at they tried to join the circle
The pearly spectacles viciously countered
This upset him
But he was in the center
He was the center
It did not concern him
He was safe, he was happy
But as he stared
His gentle swirl became a maelstrom
The color wanted in
A sound that could no longer be ignored
The pallid screamed back
Trying to drown them out
For to them it was tranquil before
The color would change that
A world of monochrome
And a world of color
A desperate battle
As the battle raged
He began to hurt
Something was not right
As the color got closer
They began to roar
Begging him to look
The swirl no longer looked like a swirl
But lumpy and uneven
How long had it been like that?
For the first time
He looked at himself
He realized what they meant
He thought he was the center
He thought he was important
He thought he was pure chrome
Instead he was polluted
A retched tone
Covered in dirt and grime
This confused him
He should have been the center
But he was corrupt
Adrift in a sea with no center
While he looked at himself
The color surged forward
And almost grazed his cheek
The pasty writhed
For if the color touched him
The world would not be separate but complete
The white could not handle this
They whirled into a frenzy
He became scared
He knew this was wrong
Flooding the world around him
For this was not the world he remembered
Unable to fight in the waves
The white and the color mixed
And the world became chrome once more