Actually Hc That Touya Knows How To Sew And Is Pretty Decent At It And If He Really Had To He Could’ve

Fem!Toukei 💛

Pfp I drew for @/FemDabiHawksEvent on Twt/Bluesky 💙 do check it out if you like fem dabihawks and/or are a creator :D

And this was my first time drawing Fem!Toukei, after I was just having my first Xiaohongshu dive and a friend wanted to see fem Toukei with long hair :D

sooooo yuri beam kachowwww

obnoxious!hawks headcanons inspired by the pigeon

(Disclaimer bc I know what it’s like: the word obnoxious is used in a humorous manner and if you do any of these things that does not mean your friends secretly hate you.)

to indicate he likes food he chews really loudly and aggressively and does those “mmhhh” sounds

always squats on random infrastructure like lampposts when outside and then just looks down on people while talking to them

never sorts his laundry and the colours magically never bleed, so he’s always bragging about that when someone mentions that they’re tired from doing laundry like “just throw everything in at once that’s how I do it and nothing happens”🤷‍♂️ (inspired by a real person. I hope you know how blessed you are.)

tickles ppl with his feathers when he’s bored and then acts like he didn’t do anything when they complain

his hair always looks perfect and healthy, no matter if he styled it or exposed it to wind and weather. when everyone else’s hair is full of dust, dirt and blood after a fight, he just shakes his out a little and it looks just like it did before

wings have bones and joints. he cracks them. a lot.

always makes the same “but that’s so high up! what if I fall? Will you catch meee?” joke when he’s assigned missions that require him to fly to a high spot. it hasn’t been funny since he debuted.

and finally, always follows his s/o around during the day and cocks his head to the side like a bird while watching their every move. he doesn’t say or do anything, he’s just lurking over their shoulder.

LMAO

i need you guys to understand i can get behind pretty much any ship as long as i can justify it. and i can justify a lot of things. i’m really good at that. i am not restrictive about the things i ship. and when i “ship” something i need you to know that (unlike the majority of humankind apparently) i am not thinking about sex. and without sex, the spectrum of romantic and platonic gets so incredibly gray that i personally do not feel like it’s worth distinguishing. in other words, when i say i “ship” something, i mean i believe these people have a very intimate bond that i think is worth exploring across a variety of contexts.

let me make this clear: labels are irrelevant to me. i am not distinguishing platonic ships vs romantic ships because without sex the difference is negligible to me. i am a big fan of casual (non-sexual) intimacy in relationships across the board ok.

so when i say “i love poly class A” i need you to understand that it is an incredibly complex web of dynamics that i cannot explain in simple words. i will have to write a million fics for you to understand it. but it allows me to explore multiple ships without having to distinguish universes or previous relationships, ok. it’s easier and a whole lot of fun.

i also have contradictory ships sometimes! endhawks and dabihawks, for example. those cannot exist simultaneously, but i do find them both compelling for different reasons (endhawks is more hawks and dabihawks is more keigo. it makes sense). cases like this do depend heavily on universe + characterization (aka how events preceding the ship have affected its existence) and i like to explore that. it’s interesting.

in short: i am very casual about shipping and i like lots of things! i am also not a sex-focused person or writer, so that has very little bearing on what i ship!! it’s about the emotional complexity and vulnerability and intimacy! those are the important things!!

thank you that is all

Coming back to kats' college au bc nothing is right with the world right now

college au keigo is studying something related to criminals methinks. criminology. criminal psychology. criminal justice. idk but something. give me some thoughts

“ Call me Toya”

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something that isn't necessarily a headcanon but a silly thought:

misturi isn't the only pink and green character in demon slayer.

the other character, you ask ? it's sanemi. he's not bright pink and green like kanroji, but he's defo got it, guysssssss

he's lowkey pink and green, like in some of the official coloured manga covers, the highlights for his white hair are like a baby pink or peach if u want :

like u can't tell me that's not pink hair he's got there !!

and the green ? that's his breathing technique, it's very much green.

anyways I just thought the pink highlights make him seem a little less serious and scary, and if he did actually have pinkish hair, i feel like the demon slayer corps would poke fun at him more. maybe tengen more than the lower ranks . his hair colour does NOT change his intimidating aura to weaker slayers,

it's also kinda funny bc u look at the og pink and green character for ds and it's kanroji, the sweetest and most bubbly character they have; then u see sanemi who acts like a rabid dog when he gets mad but has slightly pink hair, like it just makes me giggle since the image in my head is so unserious

anyways my rant is over, and pls no hate. if u don't like my random thoughts, it'll ruin my fun 😭

Illuminated

pairing: dabi/hawks

tags: first kiss, realisation of feelings

wordcount: 1.1k

They sat on that rooftop again. The highest in the area, but still way below the clouds. Neither the overworked salesmen doing overtime in their glass offices nor the potential hero flying to the next emergency site were able to spot them here. Traffic noise was floating up from the streets beneath, but it was a comparatively quiet spot. Perfect for talks of treachery and corruption.

It was also much easier to reach than old warehouses cramped between buildings and infrastructure, at least if you came from above. How Dabi made it up all those stories without raising suspicion was a mystery to Keigo, one of many.

Regardless of what the HPSC’s tasks asked of him, his personal mission was to uncover each and every mystery surrounding Dabi. When his goal had shifted in this direction he didn’t know, but something about the man intrigued him. The more time spent with him and the more information he slowly gathered, the more he became invested in solving this puzzle.

And as much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, for his own conscience, he knew this was not about his identity or his connection to the League of Villains or anything else that might be relevant for the greater good. No, this was purely self-indulgent. He’d give more for Dabi’s morning routine than his real name at this point.

Looking at him now, while they argued about adjusting the phrasing of a report, he wondered if he would ever be sick of learning more about him.

The topics they wanted to discuss that night ran out, so it was time for Keigo to bring his small talk training to use and make Dabi stay regardless. The longer their conversation lasted, the later he had to return to his empty apartment. Every minute spent with Dabi was valuable.

“It seems you’re not very fond of the way I handle things with the Commission,” he said.

Dabi pulled the USB drive with the fake paperwork out of his laptop. “You’re too vague. Even an idiot like Twice could figure out that those reports are bullshit. If you want to meet the boss, you need to get your shit together and stop jeopardising your own spy work.”

He tossed Keigo the drive, eyes not leaving the screen. There was precision in a lot of his movements that indicated professional heroics training. That acute awareness of his surroundings was familiar to Keigo. It was these tiny details he tried to pick up on, since Dabi did his best to stay as mysterious as possible. They’d shared a meal countless times and Keigo always had to rely on body language to see if he liked the food or not, because he refused to share facts about himself. It would annoy him if he weren’t so fascinated.

Dabi tried to pack up his stuff, but Keigo managed to engage him with irrelevant hero gossip. This was yet another thing he’d noticed: Dabi was unusually informed about the inner workings of the industry. He supposed this was all relevant information he should report back to the Commission, but something told him to keep it to himself. After all, they were sitting here, just the two of them, chatting without any obvious ulterior motives. It had taken a lot of time and building trust to get to this point, and Keigo wouldn’t waste it by ratting Dabi out.

He proved this decision to himself by making an off-hand comment about something Best Jeanist had worn at an event once. It was a pretty stupid joke, but suddenly Dabi was laughing, clear and full of joy. For such a deep and raspy voice, his laughter was surprisingly melodic. Keigo couldn’t do anything but stare at him, the city lights illuminating his beautiful side profile.

After a few seconds, Dabi seemed to notice him watching and turned around. Those intoxicating blue eyes were scanning Keigo’s face and Dabi’s expression became serious. Keigo didn’t dare to breathe, unsure what to make of this mood shift and the deliciously anxious feeling in his chest. Then Dabi’s eyes flickered to his lips. Keigo felt heat rush to his cheeks and his heart rate was increasing with every second they spent staring at each other.

Then, unsure, they both inched their faces closer together and before Keigo could process it their lips were touching.

It didn’t last long though, because Dabi pulled away before he even had a chance to press into it. He tried to regain his composure while Dabi stared at him, wide-eyed. His chest was moving at a rapid pace, the rest of him remaining rigid. For as long as Keigo had been studying him, he’d never seen him like this. Almost like he was…scared.

Now worried himself, he tried extending a hand in a weird way of offering comfort, but Dabi snapped out of it and slapped him away. “What the fuck,” he whispered and Keigo was unsure if he was even talking to him. This “kiss” must’ve upset him for some reason.

Keigo was unsure what to make of it too. It certainly hadn’t been what he imagined under getting to know Dabi, but it explained his fascination. Has he had a crush this entire time?

Before he had a chance to dwell on this revelation, Dabi suddenly sat down right in front of him, hand on Keigo’s thigh. His mouth stood open in surprise and Dabi closed it, putting his other hand on his jaw. Blue eyes were piercing into his.

“Listen, hero.” His voice, full of determination, faltered for a moment. “I have no idea what I’m doing. It’s not like anyone was ever dying to kiss me.” Keigo wanted to add something but Dabi’s grip on his face tightened. “Stop that. I don’t want you pitying me. Just…I warned you, so don’t be disappointed.”

Dabi leaned in and this time, Keigo was a lot less awkward about it. He tilted his head, pressing into the kiss without second thought. His enthusiasm seemed to reassure Dabi, who relaxed after the first few seconds, self-doubt forgotten.

Keigo’s hands found his waist as they pulled each other closer together. Kissing Dabi was addicting. It made Keigo feel like was burning up, in a good way. He should’ve realised much sooner that this was what he’d been craving all along.

The contrasting textures of his lips, the taste of him, the gentleness in his touch - Keigo added all of it to his mental list of things he knew about A-rank villain Dabi. After a lifetime of reporting and documenting his every move, it was thrilling to have information solely for himself. No one else knew Dabi like this. And with every new fact he discovered, he grew more certain that he would never get tired of learning about him.

Sanemi and iguro are the kamado sibling no.1 haters.

It's so funny to me bc they've proven themselves to be good so many times and get along with other hashira, but they just refuse to get along with them lmao