#hawk mail

[hawkpartys]

i'll do basically anything if a stranger on inaturalist asks me to

case in point, i spent several hours of my weekend photographing millipede genitalia

i got records of a cool niche endemic species out of it though, so totally worth it. there are 9 observations total and 7 of them are mine

[keigotakamiii]

I love your fics so much omg😭😭 especially your angst ones!!

I was wondering if you can do a hawks x reader where they have been distant kinda of like the fractured wings one.

But could you do one where they have been arguing ALOT and it’s been getting progressively worst until a huge argument breaks out and hawks accidentally puts his hands on us?

Sorry if this is a low blow I’m just curious 😭😭😭

my first ask!!! id love to do this!! you cannot understand how excited i am

The tension between you and Hawks had been brewing for weeks—sharp words, lingering glares, nights spent in cold silence. Every conversation seemed to spiral into another argument, another fight neither of you knew how to stop.

Tonight was no different.

“I don’t understand why you keep shutting me out, Keigo!” Your voice cracked with frustration as you stood across from him in your dimly lit apartment. “I’m trying to help you, but you won’t let me!”

“I didn’t ask for your help!” Hawks shot back, his golden eyes burning with something dangerously close to exhaustion. “I can handle my own damn problems!”

You clenched your fists. “That’s the problem! You think you have to do everything alone! You won’t let anyone in—not even me!”

His wings flared, his breathing uneven. “Because the second I do, people get hurt! I can’t afford to be weak!”

“You’re not weak, Keigo! You’re—”

But before you could finish, Hawks moved—too fast, too abrupt. His hands shoved you, not hard, but enough to make you stumble back.

A heavy silence fell between you both.

Your breath hitched, shock settling into your bones as you stared at him. He looked just as stunned, his own hands trembling in the space between you.

“I—” His voice broke, horror flashing in his golden eyes. “No. No, no, no… I didn’t mean to—”

You barely had time to process before he was in front of you, hands hovering near your arms but not daring to touch.

“Are you okay?” His voice was thick, shaky. His wings drooped, his entire body tense with regret. “God, I— I shouldn’t have—”

Tears welled in his eyes as he dropped to his knees before you, his hands now clutching yours desperately. “I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean it. I— I would never hurt you. Please, believe me.”

You could only stare at him, seeing the way his body trembled, the way he looked absolutely wrecked by what just happened.

Finally, you exhaled shakily, reaching out to cup his face. “Keigo…”

He leaned into your touch instantly, eyes squeezing shut. “I love you,” he whispered. “And I just keep messing this up. Please… tell me I didn’t just lose you.”

Your chest ached at his broken tone. Despite everything, you knew Keigo. You knew the weight he carried, the fears he never voiced. You could see how much this moment had shattered him.

“You didn’t lose me,” you murmured. “But we can’t keep doing this. We need to fix this together.”

His breath hitched as he nodded rapidly. “Anything. I’ll do anything.”

You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the way he melted into you, his apologies muffled against your skin. His wings curled around you both, like he was trying to shield you from the damage he had caused.

And in that moment, despite the fracture in your trust, you held onto him—because even broken wings could heal, as long as he was willing to fight for it.

[murmel-malt]

I just realized that both Rowans and your Hightower OCs mother are called Rhea. How about drawing them together, judging all the nasty men in their lifes.

Rhea Florent 🤝 Rhea Royce

(Sorry this took so long, Anon. I redrew this three times but they keep looking like each others' daughters instead of their own.)

I am not going to lump Leyton up with Daemon in the nasty husband category. I feel like staying up in his man cave without showing his face for years ranks much lower on the scale of shitty things to do than all the shit Daemon pulled (even going by book canon where he didn’t kill Rhea). Though the fact that Leyton had three wives who all died before Rhea is not a good look.

[melancholymegumi]

Let’s talk about Mean daddy endeavor making you show hawks your pull up/diaper station after you tried to be a big girl and talk back to them… maybe he even lets hawks change you right there

yeah let's talk. (This was super rushed and shitty, I'm sorry)

yes, mean daddy!enji with his best friend (not uncle yet) keigo :(( . Enji himself is already mean, strict and spanks you or puts you in diapers for no reason sometimes! You don't even need diapers , you're a big girl. You don't wet yourself anymore!

But does he care? no. In his eyes , you're just a little girl whose a brat and doesn't know any better, of course he had to put you in your place. Even worse when one of his co-worker , Hawks came over. You've seen him once or twice before, but only on TV or him talking to your daddy at the door. He never walked in before. Well, until today.

You weren't in a mood for a guest today. Especially not because he had just taken away your toys and spanked you because you already talked back to him earlier. When you saw that guest, you already knew that you were gonna despise him for the time being.

“hm? Is this the girl you talked about Endeavour? I didn't know you were—”

“shut up.”

“ignore her. she's being a brat.”

“I'm not a brat!”

“yes, you fucking are. Talk back again and we're putting you in pullups.” That threat was more than enough to shut you up, but did you? No. Of course you fucking didn't. The whole time he was there, you just ignored him. Well, until he started talking to your daddy about you.

“Is she that much of a brat? I don't think I've seen a woman that bratty before.” this was so stupid. They talk like you weren't even there.

“no, surprisingly she's good most of the time.”

“I'm always good, you're just mean!” and that was it. “did I give you permission to talk? I've had enough of these, come on.” before you could even respond, he was already pulling you by your arm, soon opting to carry you instead. “I fucking told you– be good , don't talk back but you still chose to be a fucking brat didn't you? You just had to be a brat.” well, have fun getting humiliated.

[divorcedwife]

i only like default rpg main characters if they're women, if they're men i hate them on principle i'm sorry

[felixisfruity]

sorry i deleted the confession of who i really am, hawk tuah i mean have to keep my identity a secret

from hawk tuah slimecicle (hawk tuah!!)

thats actually really funny but i have the reblog on my blog so it’s still up

[magebastard]

love/hate being so invested in my da canon. this shit is so dumb I have to cry

[hawkpartys]

thank you for your contributions of bug knowledge and open minded-ness that the average population has not encountered and is therefore hostile to. you’re our strongest soldier

its okay every time there's a dipshit on my bug posts i donate 5$ to the Genetically Engineer A Species Of Parasitoid Wasp That Targets Annoying People Foundation

[fr3g-fr0g-0racl3]

SOMEONE GIVE ME FAN MAIL ADDRESSES I SWEAR I NEED TO WRITE OR I WILL GO INSANE. ALL THE TAGS WILL BE PEOPLE I KNOW OF AND IF THEY’RE PROBLEMATIC JUST DON’T GIVE ME A FAN MAIL ADDRESS

[lexithwrites]

omg how did i not know you like my hero!! what are your favorite ships? do you have any rarepairs you enjoy?

I do! my favourite ships are bakudeku (my loves), togachako, kamijiro, momojiro, kirimina, kiribaku, tododeku, todomomo aaaaaand i do like a lil dabihawks too hehe i love the mha fandom because absolutely nothing is canon lmao (maybe kamijiro) and idk if its a rarepair but i really love kirideku and todobaku

[officialhawks]

fuck you

Oh? Okay then! Alright have a good day!

[inkykeiji]

helloo :)

can i get thirst + 1950s kei hehe

prompt: thirst series: 1950s au warnings: historically inaccurate 1950s au, reader is female, ur in keigo’s lap for pretty much this entire piece, a very spit-slicked kiss words: 1.3k

absolutely!!! thank you so much for requesting him hehe c:

“It’s another hot-hot-hot one out there, folks! Twenty-eight degrees, with temps climbing into the mid-thirties, and a humidex of thirty-six,” the voice on the radio cackles, stuffed with static. “Be sure to keep those bodies cool and those throats hydrated!” 

Gosh, when is this heat wave gonna end? you’re murmuring to yourself as you push past the swinging screen door, a glass pitcher of freshly made ice cold lemonade in your hands, droplets of condensation already beginning to stream down the curved sides. 

���Hopefully this can help quench your thirst,” you set the pitcher down on the rickety wooden table next to Keigo, holding a glass steady as you pour, sure to get a few ice cubes and a slice of lemon, just how he likes it. 

“Thank you, angel,” he takes the glass from your hands, grateful, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip. 

“So?” you rock a little on the balls of your feet in anticipation, keen eyes watching his Adams apple bob as he swallows a mouthful. “How is it?” 

“Mm,” he hums as his hands encircle your waist, pulling you down into his lap, the plastic of his lawnchair squeaking beneath your combined weight. “Perfect, as always.”

He noses along the curve of your neck, inhaling slowly as he plants sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your damp flesh. The light summer breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak tree on your front lawn, twining through the full branches, caressing your saliva-slicked skin and leaving a pleasant, cooling sensation in its wake. Sighing, your body relaxes against Keigo’s as your head tips back, exposing more of your neck to him.

“That nice?” he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice smooth and thick like caramel. 

“Yeah,” you breathe, eyes still closed. “Feels good.” 

You feel him lean away for a moment, taking the heat of his mouth with him, ears pricking as teeth clink against glass, as ice clinks against teeth. Then he’s back, an ice cube cupped in his tongue, frosty and frigid as it drags across your feverish skin. 

The unexpected cold makes you jump, and Keigo chuckles—a deep, velvety sound that vibrates against your flesh—as he licks up the notches of your neck, ice gliding with his tongue, slow and purposeful.

Chills erupt across your body, back arching just a little and pressing further into his touch, powerless to stop the soft mewl that spills from your lips. 

He takes his time with it, unhurried in his ministrations, thorough in his work, each caress of his tongue meticulously thought out, sure to cover every inch of exposed skin he can easily reach—the nape of your neck and the blades of your shoulders and the column of your throat—until the cube has fully melted, leaving a mess of watery saliva painted across your skin in large, wide strokes.

The icy tip traces your jugular vein one last time for good measure, up, up, up, traveling along the edge of your jaw to the lobe of your ear, and shivers skitter up your spine, sending a wave rippling through your flesh. 

“All done,” he purrs in your ear, breath still chilled from the ice. 

And you just can’t help yourself, suddenly parched for him, twisting in his grasp and capturing his lips. Hands splayed wide on either of his cheeks, you tug him closer, fingertips hooking behind the hinges of his jaw, nails sinking into his skin, leaving behind shallow crescents. 

He tastes sticky-sweet, a syrupy film of vanilla cola still clinging to his tongue and lacing his spit, complemented by the slight sour tang of the lemonade. Your tongue curls around his own, sucks it into your mouth and scrapes your teeth across the surface, desperate to swallow down whatever you can of him, to steal just a stringy piece of him and hold him in your tummy, close to your heart. 

A keepsake, while he’s away. 

Finally, you part, with glimmering lips and spit-slicked chins, chests heaving together with ragged little breaths.

“Wow,” Keigo chuckles, the word wispy, eyes shining bright like two starbursts of topaz. “What was that for?”

“I, um,” you turn away from him, suddenly shy, settling back against his body and tucking your face into your shoulder. “I just—I really don’t want you to go tomorrow,” you admit softly, a slight pout in your voice. “I know it isn’t fair, but...” 

But I want you all to myself. But I miss you like crazy when you’re gone. But it’s true. 

“I understand, baby,” he leans his cheek against yours, short stubble scratching your sensitive skin, and squeezes you to his chest, tight and secure. “You know, you could always come with me...”

“Keigo, please, don’t start—”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I,” you pull back to look at him, shifting a little in his lap. 

Holding his stare, your eyes search his, shimmering topaz ever-changing in the late afternoon sun, flickering with the sunbeams streaming through the fluttering leaves, casting shadows and shapes on his face. He gazes back just as steadily, nothing but sincerity brimming in his eyes, and your lips tug down. 

Fingers brush back the golden curls saturated in sweat sticking to his forehead, carding through the unruly strands in a rhythmic motion, eyes following their movement.

He catches your wrist, bringing your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to your palm. 

Keigo’s been attempting to persuade you to quit your job for a while now, to abandon the life you worked so hard to build, painstakingly from the ground up and with your own two hands, to throw caution to the wind and come jet-setting with him around the world despite the fact that you know next to nothing about his work—nothing about his elusive and mysterious job that requires freshly pressed and finely tailored tuxedos, that pays six figures, that allows him to have a two-storey house and a 1957 cherry red Chevy Bel Air and a collection of glittering Rolex watches—despite the fact that, technically, you aren’t allowed to. 

“You know I’d love to, but my job at the diner—”

“Isn’t necessary anymore.”

“Is important to me,” you continue, voice firm with conviction. 

You know he doesn’t exactly get it, why you’d want to keep working a broke-down job at a shitty little mom & pop malt shop when he can now provide for all of your needs, and more, but this job holds a certain type of sentimentality.

Because it’s something that’s yours, something you earned all on your own, accomplished through your own volition and hard work, something that enabled you to claw your way to freedom.

You love the grease, the way the scent of fresh-cut fries and sizzling cheeseburgers twines through your hair and carries home with you. 

You love the sticky milkshakes and melty sundaes and ostentatious banana splits, the way they always seem to perpetually stain the tips of your fingers, tinging everything with sugar. 

You love the speckled white tables and the glittery red booths and the checkerboard floor, the way your regular customers’ eyes light up when they spot you.

You love it all, so dearly. 

“I can’t just leave.” Not now, not yet, not until you’re ready to let go. 

He doesn’t exactly get it, but he doesn’t need to. 

It being important to you is already enough reason for him.

He glances up at you through thick gold lashes, thumb pausing in its quest to pick off a chip of peeling white paint from the table, holding your eyes for a moment before giving a resigned nod, shoulders slumping ever-so-slightly in another defeat. 

“Ah well,” he sighs with a shrug, pulling you back to his chest and cradling you in his arms, chin resting on the crown of your head. “It was worth a shot. One of these days you’ll finally say yes to me, and I’ll be the happiest man on earth.”

“Yeah,” you murmur softly, arms curling around his own and hugging them to your torso. “Maybe one day.”

It isn’t the first time he’s suggested it. It won’t be the last; not until you finally say yes.

But you think you’re alright with that. 

[shiresome]

have you drawn any mha characters? 👉👈

Yesss I have! I drewww Present Mic and that little blue-headed girl for my little sister a couple years back :) I actually doodle a lot of the characters for her, but I never post them. I'm not really familiar with the lore or anything. I just know she likes them

[seijuroww]

my army of sillies🫶

@maddoxnoir thank you for creating these I’m so happy to finally have LOV merch🥹🥹

[courageisneverforgotten]

surprise mail from Maya Hawke 👀

new album coming in May!!