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Saitama サイタマ ｃａｐｅｄ baldy ❝ I'm just a guy who's a hero for fun. ❞

[hagemantou]

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[hagemantou]

name: leon star sign: leo gender: genderfluid height: 5′5″ sexual orientation: demisexual favorite color: red time right now: 10:35 pm current location: uh, my living room? average hours of sleep: i’m on these meds that have a major tranquilizing effect on me... so like 11 hours now... naturally it’s like 4 number of blankets I sleep under: 2, a sheet and a big fluff favorite fictional characters: aoba kuronuma from durarara!! and saitama, too favorite book(s): the harry potter series will always be my favorite favorite artists/bands: i don’t really have favorite bands... i just like music, honestly what I’m wearing: “uh, khakis?” jeans, and this sparkly designer shirt i could never afford but my mom gave me, and pink socks because fuck you random fact: i have to sleep with the fan on because i overheat at night. haha! when did you create your blog?: a week or so ago?  do you have any other blogs?: just my personal what made you decide to get a Tumblr?: i have no idea. i saw a link to it a few years ago, i clicked on it, and then i made my own. that’s the whole story. do you get asks on a daily basis?: not even close! why did you choose your URL?: it’s... his japanese hero name (caped baldy), but i added a u at the end

tagging: who hasn’t done this??? do it!

[hagemantou]

out.

the most important part of roleplaying, to me, is having fun. sure, you want to write in character well and you want to improve your writing overall, but what does any of that matter if you don’t enjoy it?

so what if someone says another person who plays the same character as you happens to be their “favorite”? that doesn’t mean you’re lesser, or that you should stop. if you’re having fun, and you’re trying your damnedest, people will see that. it will reflect in what you do.

you bring something uniquely you to the character that you play, and that’s something no one can replicate. be proud of yourself.

and please have fun.

[hugzdreamer]

Master&Disciple.  （・∀・）

[furcr-blog]

The cyborg caught himself leaning over to read Saitama’s before he too had folded the letter back up. There was a twitch of a small smile on his face when he looked up at Saitama to see his reaction.

              “It appears you’re finally getting the recognition you                deserve, Sensei.”

Though they were very obviously not done. The mountain of letters in the crate still needed to be sorted through. Genos was not looking forward to the first hate Saitama would read.

              “Sensei, let’s bring these back into the apartment.”

[hagemantou]

  His lips twitched with the faintest smile yet fell to neutral not a moment later.  Genos encouraged the warmth beneath his ribcage, although he may not have realized, and Saitama, in his silent happiness, drew in a deep inhale and adjusted his posture.  Straighter, more proud, despite its subtlety.  He had been acknowledged.

  Nodding his agreement then, he lifted the crate and turned to Genos and began to walk back home.  “You know, I just realized... I’ve never seen what you do with all of your letters.”

[hagemantou]

007. r-e-s-p-e-c-t

find out what it means to me.

  Saitama was never out for glory.  He was never out for fame.  No, what he did, he did because he enjoyed it -- or, rather, wanted to enjoy it the way he once had.

  But for fuck’s sake!

       A little acknowledgement every now and then wouldn’t hurt anyone.

  He’s grown much more impervious to the frigid crowd and he finds himself seeking less and less.  Hell, he’d even turned potential fans against him purposely.  Yet still, somewhere inside of himself, he knows he wants people to notice what he does.

  Although he sometimes thinks it would do more harm than good.

[hagemantou]

[gangleadiing-moved-blog]

( ★ ) – あ ざ ボ  S H O G U N .

❝ Um —  ❞

 Opposite brow now PROMPTLY QUIRKED; he could hardly PIN POINT the meaning behind whatever the man had been rambling about. Was he even alright ? Did he HEAR himself ?

  An air of SILENCE looms over the two bystanders as Masaomi takes to blinking once. His head begins to TILT as the weird guy makes it known that he will continue on with his SEARCH. Hmm.

 The blond looks on as the dude walks again. Best that he should follow him, he figures. He needed to find out just what the HELL that plant thing was.

[hagemantou]

       Was the kid following?  Saitama thought to look -- to glance over his shoulder just to confirm his suspicion -- yet he made no move.  Instead he paused mid-step, his gaze falling to the street.  “Ah?  Oh.”  The ground began to quake not a second after.  A jagged split grew along the asphalt and from beneath, a rumbling roar echoed.

Saitama stiffened.

  A rush of wind lifted his cape which snapped behind him.  A deep green tendril, as wide as a car, slithered from the gaping hole in the road and rose to whip where Saitama stood.  He leapt aside.  A flowered face became steadily visible, and pulling itself up, it inflated to full height.  (Three stories.)

  “I am the Botanical King!  I have come to return this world to its origins, in which plants reigned!”

  A root once again aimed to smash the hero, while another crawled towards Masaomi, when...

  -- the beast released an ear splitting roar of pain.

  Saitama now stood directly in front of the blond, and in his hand he clutched a ripped, wriggling root.  “Careful, kid.”

[furyokus]

One Punch Man Week Day 2: Quotes & Lyrics

Option A: Favorite Quotes

[theoathkept-blog]

                    “—- That was terrible.”

[hagemantou]

  A murmured, “I thought it was funny...”

[hagemantou]

              “Do you know what smells?                            …your nose.  Ba dum tish.”

[hagemantou]

meet the muse

g e n e r a l .

name. [redacted] Saitama nickname(s). Caped Baldy, (Sensei) age.  25 species. human

p e r s o n a l .

morality. lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil religious belief. raised buddhist, but is currently indifferent sins. lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath virtues. chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice primary goals in life. to fight an even match, or one that requires true effort languages known. Japanese, some English and Korean phrases secrets. his family situation -- he chooses not to talk about them quirks. rarely shows expression; carelessly picks his nose, ears, and even bellybutton regardless of location; drools in his sleep savvies. can cook his own meals; has extensive knowledge of various manga mythos; excels at video games such as Animal Crossing, The Sims, and Tomodachi Life

p h y s i c a l .

build. slender / scrawny / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / babyfat / pudgy / obese / other height. 5′9″ weight. 154 lbs. scars/birthmarks. various small scars on his knuckles, and other faded scars freckling his body from roughly three years ago abilities/powers. immeasurable strength, enhanced speed and reflexes, afterimages,  invulnerability restrictions. (grounded) unable to fly; even Saitama is uncertain of his vulnerabilities

f a v o u r i t e s .

favourite food. udon with bok choy and eggs favourite drink. hot black tea favourite pizza topping. everything, rarely able to afford pizza, he prefers pineapple  favourite colour. yellow favourite music genre. metal favourite book genre. manga adventure favourite movie genre. action favourite season. spring favourite curse word(s). fuck favourite scent. rain water

f u n  s t u f f .

bottom or top. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ loud burper or soft burper. loud sings in the shower. he used to sing in the shower likes bad puns. yes. yes he does.

tagged by: @cyborgiisms (thank you!!)

tagging: i have no idea who hasn’t done this...

[hagemantou]

              “Do you know what smells?                            ...your nose.  Ba dum tish.”

[furcr-blog]

With an extended hand, Genos reached into the masses and pulled  out a random letter. It had his name neatly  handwritten on the front with a name that was in a font so cutesy he could hardly make out what the senders name was. He ripped it open simply and took out the letter from within, unfolding it to read it.

          “Dear Demon Cyborg,                 I’m your biggest fan! You’re my idol! I once had a            dream  about us, you saved me from a monster  and            whisked me away from my parents who keep saying            my  love for you is irrational and childish. Oh please            make it true!–”

He cut himself off before shoving the letter back into it’s envelope. That was enough for one day.

[hagemantou]

  Saitama found himself peering over Genos’ shoulder as it was read.  Oh, a crazed fan.  Genos seemed to have a slew of those.  (How precious.)  He bit back a comment -- when’s the wedding? -- and returned his attention back to his own letter.  What would it say?  Severing the paper, he withdrew the letter and let his eyes rove across the contents.

          Caped Baldy,              Some people say you’re a fraud,  but I  was there              that  day  the  alien  monster attacked.  I saw              what you did myself.  Maybe you are a hero...              I hope you are. You’re very strong.  ^ω^           Signed,              A Believer

  A twinge of warmth filled his chest.  Well, this was unexpected.  With a small exhale, he folded the letter back up and tilted his head towards the concrete under foot.  It was rare that someone would care enough to say something positive.  It was...nice.  They’d even doodled an emoji.

   It was the acknowledgement he had once dreamed of receiving.

[hagemantou]

out.

okay, but listen. what if, in an attempt to get to saitama, an antagonist of some sort figures out how to hack into genos’ programming? (or at the very least, his robotic pieces.) they make him go after saitama, and this antagonist in question knows saitama won’t want to attack genos. the game plan isn’t to destroy saitama, because he can withstand damn near everything, but to break him psychologically. the ultimate goal is to cause him to stop being a hero.

because in the end, if saitama has to stop genos, what else will he have?

saitama can be as apathetic and distant as he wants, but a friend is a friend is a friend and in the antagonist’s theory, saitama should still be affected. he should still crumble. he should still withdraw.

pow. angst!

[hagemantou]

{ i couldn't help but keep hovering over the links just to hear the coin sound. so nostalgic }

out.

right? it’s homage to what he’s currently not been doing a lot of.

…making money!

ba dum tshh.

[furcr-blog]

Genos peered over the older’s shoulder to see into the crate. Of course the first few seen were for him. No doubt some more crazed  fans.  Some of the letters he received  were  disturbing, though he could bare through it.

              “Are there any for you that you can see?”

[hagemantou]

  Shuffling through the mail with a small hum, he pursed his lips and sought his name.  Genos, Genos, Genos, Genos... ah hah!  One envelope, visible only after pushing through the top tier, was his own name scrawled across the paper.  Plucking it out of the pile, he raised it to look for indication of a sender.  Nothing.  “I wonder who it’s from.”  His curiosity beckoned him to open it, yet he hesitated.  More hate mail?

   “Ah, Genos, what about yours?”  All one-hundred of them -- alright, maybe that was an exaggeration.