Mic: "You Think Rupturing Eardrums Is All I Can Do? How About I Start To Damage Your Internal Organs

Mic: "You think rupturing eardrums is all I can do? How about I start to damage your internal organs at a pitch you can’t hear. I have impeccable control of both my pitch and volume. What if I just decide today is the day I literally talk your ear off? Hmm? Or how about for once I actually let loose and take this directional speaker off and let real carnage rein. Takedown this entire building- this entire block around us.

Ya see I could do any of these things and worse-

and yet I chose to fucking whisper."

I gave him his sunglasses back- he looks like a jackass BEHDHHDJQHDJS

First time doing a screenshot edit!

OH SHIT YOU POSTED TOO BABSHAHHDJA YO MY BAD MY BAD, TIS HIS DAY.

It’s time.

Shirtless Mi- *minecraft death sound*

Messing around with colours and rendering more realistically! What do you think?

Eh two closeups

Head-canon time!

Present Mic goes to visit Kurogiri/Shirakumo after the war arc, alone, because Aizawa is still in hospital. He doesn’t put his hero costume on, firstly because he’s just plain exhausted and tired of dressing up, secondly he knows this is Shirakumo and he wants his friend to see him, Hizashi, this time. Mic is quiet for a while, and then just whispers, “She’s dead. She’s gone.” He looks up at the window and says louder, “Kayama’s dead! She’s dead! Aizawa’s in the hospital, with only one leg and one eye. Please tell me that means something to you!” He jumps out of his chair, knocking it over in his haste, and approaches the window, ignoring the voices over the intercom warning him to keep his distance. “Kayama’s dead!” He shouts, quirk activating and shaking the whole room. “Aizawa was nearly killed too. And I was nowhere near! I couldn’t do anything to help them, Oboro, nothing.” He leans forward, resting his forehead against the glass, and closes his eyes. Silver tear tracks shimmer down his cheeks. “Come back to us, Oboro, please,” he whispers. “I need you to come back. I can’t do this alone.” Inside the cell, the black mist begins to wobble.

Happy birthday, Present Mic my beloved

Here's a P. Mic spread and detail shots 💛 my fave bits are the YEAAHHHHHH profile shot and the censored doodle, I might do a larger piece of that? 🤔