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itshaisho
Hayley :
Listen, Bakugo had a hell of an ego but he could ABSOLUTELY back it up. You gotta give to the guy lol
2025-09-19 11:16:03
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celestia_jackson
celestia :
literally toph beifong
2025-09-20 06:07:09
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boo..tatii
Tati ᥫ᭡ ᥫ᭡ . :
LITERALLY PERCY JACKSON,, LIKE HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO ACC DOWNPLAYED HIS POWERS WHILE BEING COCKY
2025-09-20 04:17:17
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cerulean_brother
Cerulean Brother :
gandalf, and percy jackson.
2025-09-19 12:03:33
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notgh3nt
𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸ℯ ✫ :
Gojo was arrogant but he had a reason to be
2025-09-20 15:28:04
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dislexykmoss
MossyMagpie :
GOJO. YOU GET IT.
2025-09-19 08:35:25
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chuckyitis
i-chord :
May i say yato?
2025-09-19 14:34:42
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percyjackson_supremacy
Blue :
Y'all keep saying Percy Jackson but that boy ain't cocky at all lmfao, yeah he's the king of downplaying his abilities but that's only cause he genuinely doesn't think they're all that impressed
2025-09-26 08:53:00
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raysmayday
raysmayday :
Is it ok if I say Sonic?
2025-09-19 21:24:35
30
topaz_the_clown
Tom & Kyle from sonicexe #1fan :
off topic, your hair reminds me of one of my oc's
2025-09-19 00:46:46
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troubledbixch
👻Shadow system 🌿 :
we have an alter of Dazi it's terrifying when he fights with a persecuter over the littles
2025-09-18 04:37:59
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mirage_egarim
Mirage :
icon behaviour
2025-09-19 09:15:36
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sampochvnluvr
sunday and sampo's wife 🪷 :
asteria mentioned.... haven't heard of him in a while
2025-09-19 11:33:19
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panpanicatmha
Zay (KiriTodo CEO) 🍉 :
BAKUGOU KATSUKI MY GOAT
2025-09-21 07:44:43
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1h3artar1lan1
🌺ARI🌺 :
No mention of Toph🫩
2025-09-20 13:41:32
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otaku.waifu612
甘い小さな桃 :
Meliodas !!!
2025-09-21 17:20:49
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queer_radiation
Queer_Radiation :
dare I say Spider-Man
2025-09-21 23:15:22
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funkingepic
Funky :
Dare I say TDL
2025-09-18 22:51:11
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thesacrificallamb
TheSacrificalLamb :
benimaru from fire force is the poster boy for this trope
2025-09-19 20:21:25
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l1t3r4lly.th3._m00n
🩵💙🦈🌙💠Ivy/Beth💠🌙🦈💙🩵 :
Either they were downplaying themselves, or, despite being so cocky and egotistical they have their power/skill to make up for it because they are as great as they say
2025-09-20 18:13:54
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lumine_starnight
lumine :
Aelin
2025-09-20 16:38:48
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st3ff.i7
🐚🦀🌟 :
probably also rick from rick & morty
2025-09-20 18:50:41
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leopld.b.2007
Leo :
kinda like quake from agents of shield
2025-09-20 03:26:30
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fantom_2_heartless
Phantomjj15 :
No no gojo didn’t downplay himself at all we just didn’t understand the actual depth of it
2025-09-22 14:54:40
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daigurrenkittan
Gurren Lagann Suggester :
My villainous Kobold Artificer is EXTREMELY boastful. She never gives out all her information.
2025-09-18 03:21:48
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