#toucan man

[isabeauwolf]

I know we can all agree that Kai Chisaki, Overhaul is a deeply traumatized, cruel, villainous man. But I'm not the only one who thinks he's secretly touched-starved and needy with his partner?

With Kai's I have no doubt, he would be overly possessive and protective of his lover. For him theirs no other person for him, but them. He doesn't need anyone else. It will take time before he lets down his guard, freely choosing to remove his plague mask, showing his face, letting himself be vulnerable and relaxing underneath their touch.

I picture his ears, neck and back being sensitive when touched or kissed, maybe a playful love bite or nibble, here and there. ;)

Well, that's how I mostly picture him in my canon anyways. Once he's alone with his love, he's can't get enough of touching them or feeling their touch on him, greedy hands and kisses, he's like a horny teenager with repressed carnal urges and desire taking over in a mans body.

Other times, when he wants to cuddle on the bed, spooning them against him, or laying on top of them, face pressed on their chest, listening to their heart while having their fingers running through his short hair as he hums and sighs in content.

His only safe haven.

[misterlemonztenth]

02-17-24 | Sadao Hasegawa. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

[isabeauwolf]

Overhaul turned the tables of MHA in season 4.

Yes, his arc felt short, but his introduction and everything he did was both impactful, planned out and his goal, although unethical made sense.

Yes, him putting Pops into a coma and hurting Eri over and over again to make the their erasing bullets is inhuman, what he did to Mirio and NightEye is unforgivable. but it showed that he did what he thought was right.

Think about all the lives that could have been saved if certain people in MHA lost their quirks?

I'm happy that we are getting more backstory for him and I'm hyped for Kai Chisaki to comeback! Overhaul is a really cool villain, cold blooded and driven, but calm and calculated, and yet, imagine the good things he could do with that quirk?

Destroys and restores things, able to reshape anything he wants to. He’s The Fullmetal Alchemist without the equivalent exchange! Remove body fat, add reinforce muscle, he could even remove cancer cells, he could have been a great doctor. I imagine he needed to learn biology and anatomy, years of medical practice; he seems to be the kind of man who once he's obsessed with something, he focus' on that interest and runs away with it. Pops said he had a bad habit of taking things too far.

Overhaul is hands down the most simply the horrifying, strong, well-made, intimidating and handsome looking villain in MHA. Such an interesting character with a badass quirk.

if someone hates on you for liking chisaki just send them this 🔪

heheboobies

[thegoodmorningman]

Good Morning, when the Atlantic meridional overturning circulation collapses, don't blame me. I was posting gifs to just barely warn everyone.

[inkb-lot]

Started a little something something >:)

[toucandrawz]

My name is HAMDI AHMED, and I'm a disabled Palestine queer. Tragically, my family's evacuation plans from Gaza were thwarted by the loss of my father, our breadwinner, during the genocide. Recently, my mother fell victim to an airstrike in Deir Al-Balah, leaving me without a home. With no income and relying on the kindness of friends, I urgently need to evacuate to Egypt for safety. Any donation, no matter how small, would make a world of difference. Thank you for your support.

I would stop responding to these, but the sheer amount of people determining they’re not a scam is wild.

As far as I’ve seen, anyone asking for help through asks is a scammer. If you actually need help, please don’t ask through asks. If you do you’re probably going to get buried by scammers.

[kindercelery]

[one-sexy-fucking-toucan]

People and bots stop sending me asks about their donation pages for once challenge, failed.

[isabeauwolf]

Pfff, me with Overhaul, Dabi, Sukuna and Geto

Who's yours?

[isabeauwolf]

Yup, explains how I feel about Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul and Trafalgar Law perfectly! I regret nothing. This plague mask wearing yakuza birdman and Captain Pirate Doctor makes me happy.

"Your boyfriend is evil!" "Your boyfriend is cruel and horrifying!" Well, he's a joy to me. Maybe it's a you problem.

[lookninjas]

New Birdmask? NEW BIRDMASK!

[toucandrawz]

Price doodles because the fixation intensified after playing MW2019, also, a headcanon: Personally, some of the first times I saw him, he gave pretty aro/ace spec vibes. And the more I thought about it after playing the campaign, honestly, I think I imagine him as demisexual/romantic.

And Mercod Price, cause I can.

[one-sexy-fucking-toucan]

Just survived my first day in Rain World let's gooooo!!

[isabeauwolf]

I like Kai and Dabi the way they are~

fictional men: *murders millions and is a literal war criminal"

tumblr girls: "i can fix him<3"

[isabeauwolf]

Okay, took me a minute to find them, but here's my fav Overhaul x reader fanfics! This one is for the female x Overhaul reader.

I'll make another list for male readers as well! ;) and another for love triangles!

Here's to my fellow members of the Chisaki Nation!!!!

My fav Overhaul x reader fanfics Part 1

(Fair warning, some of these can get dark af, feel free to skip if it isn't your thing). Tell me which ones were your favs? ;)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35521177 Forbidden by HungarianShinobi (Doctor Overhaul x reader)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16100765/chapters/37607249 Arms At Rest by Yoshinori

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44923765/chapters/113034685 Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) by krazenground

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28194690/chapters/69088494 A Blistering Affection (Overhaul x reader) by Crimsoncat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34057876/chapters/84719488 The Whispering Darkness by InorganicOne2230

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21403249/chapters/50990824 Purity by InorganicOne2230

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39041481/chapters/97659105 by The Club (Purity Spin-Off) by InorganicOne2230

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22309051/chapters/53285557 All That Led Us Here by InorganicOne2230

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48788473/chapters/123073762 A God Named Destruction by xillustratoryx

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33562012/chapters/83394898 Love Without Boundaries: Overhaul x Hero Reader by ArondightDusk

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26102626/chapters/63493396 Control (Overhaul X Reader) by CranberryCandy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32472970/chapters/80530477 Home Sweet Home | Chisaki Kai x Reader by Kikyo851

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18387173/chapters/43543130 Corrupt | Chisaki Kai x Reader by Kikyo851

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37282840/chapters/93025036 Migraine by Boerning

@dummy-mars @lilydaspitfyre @togeandmegumilover @fanofflames @yey56 @phantomhoeass @ xllizs @ghostreaderwazaa @staitc-rj @slayfics @x-kiwi-03 @xxchisakislittleangelxx @angelblueflame @cherry-queens-blog

[nomazee]

THIS EVENT IS SO CUTE!!🩷🩷😭

could i req childhood best friends dan heng x reader word(s) is sneaking out if you want a timestamp, it's 11:42 p.m. thank you so much!!!

THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE i had way too much fun with this this hit 1.5k words which is way over the limit i set for myself... but i do not regret it at all. I LOVE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND DAN HENG AAAA THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING

my 1k event!

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The ringing of your phone is cut off by the automated voicemail message for the nth time in a row. Your neck hurts from how long you’ve been staring up at Dan Heng’s bedroom window,  where the lights are off and the curtains are drawn and he’s definitely asleep. 

Anticipation makes you bounce on your feet, itching to just break into his front door and shake him awake yourself. Fortunately for Dan Heng’s family, it doesn’t quite reach that point, because your phone suddenly vibrates in your hand with Dan Heng’s contact flashing on your screen. 

Incoming call. Jackpot. 

“Dan Heng,” you answer the call with no formalities whatsoever, because those aren’t needed after knowing him for so long, “come outside! I’m here to pick you up.” 

“What is wrong with you,” he grumbles out. The grit in his voice is endearing and familiar and makes your breath stutter. “It’s— almost midnight.”

“I know, and you’re already asleep? You’re such a senior citizen,” you hear the exhausted sigh he makes at another one of your old-man-Dan-Heng jokes. “There's a carnival tonight. Like, one of the cool ones that only open at 10 o’clock. March just texted me about it, she’s already there with Stelle!”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me earlier?” You hear shuffling, and spot movement in your peripheral vision. Craning your head up to look at his window yet again, you see the flicker of his bedside lamp being turned on (and you can already picture it from how well you know his room—that goofy-looking toucan table lamp that you got from some vintage store years ago for him), and the curtains pull back to reveal Dan Heng in all his half-asleep glory. He looks terrible, bangs sticking up and his corny galaxy-printed sleep shirt all wrinkled. It’s a charming look, though. 

“I told you, March just texted me about it! Literally five minutes ago.” 

“So, you ran here just to tell me about it?” 

“Well, yeah, duh,” your tone is incredulous, because he should know by now that he’s the first person you go to for anything. The first person to hear about your failing grade in calculus, or your embarrassing run-in with your middle school ex girlfriend, or the bitter orange that you had as an afternoon snack. Dan Heng’s call history is probably full of your contact (which is just your name, no fun emoticons or inside jokes, and no profile picture, much to your everlasting dismay), and every call would show that he answers every single one without fail. 

And, really, if you’re going to be honest with yourself (which you really hate doing), there’s a hopefulness twitching in your fingers tonight, something carried to you through the wind. You’re thinking of the carnival, about the sticky sweet snacks that you’re going to split with Dan Heng, the ferris wheel cart that you’ll be cramped in, the view of the stars from way up there and the tender way he’ll look at you. 

Because he does that, sometimes, with no explanation, and you’ve never had the strength to respond in any way but a hesitant smile and a smack on his shoulder and a stupid joke. But there’s a tote bag slung around your arm now, full of money and two water bottles and the weight of your heart. 

“Listen,” you tell him after a bout of his reluctant silence, “I brought you a jacket and your scarf, because I know you’re vitamin deficient and you’ll blow away in the wind unless I hold you down. It’ll be so fun if you come with me! Please? And I’ll get you home before your family notices!” 

Both you and Dan Heng know that’s a lie, because you have a tendency to drag him out for long periods of time where both of you forget to check your phones. In your opinion, it does more good than harm, because it lets you live in the moment—or so you tell Dan Heng’s parents when they question you about keeping their son out past sundown. 

“I’m not vitamin deficient,” Dan Heng tells you, but the argument is weakened by the fact that you’ve had to carry around a spare jacket for Dan Heng since you were both stumbling on your tiny baby legs. He must realize that, too, because you can see the way his face softens as he looks at you from his window, peering down. Despite the minimal light, you can still see the vibrant sheen of his eyes, the way that his mouth presses into a thin line to hold back a smile. 

It takes only a moment of contemplation before he lets out a yielding sigh and mumbles, “Okay, fine. I’m coming downstairs to let you in and then I’ll get ready. Don’t be loud.”

“I’m never loud!” 

The call ends with a click and Dan Heng slides his striped curtains closed. Circling around to get back to his front door, you made sure to be as quiet as possible and not trample his family’s gardenias. When the door opens to reveal Dan Heng’s beautiful, sleep-swollen face, an overwhelming warmth blooms in your chest and leaves your lungs dry and aching for air. The smile that appears on your face is instinctual, as most behaviors are for you around Dan Heng. 

“Hi,” you whisper, really truly whisper, because he told you to be quiet and sometimes it’s good to do what Dan Heng wants (only sometimes). His lips are still tightened into that thin line, and you think, I’ll make him laugh tonight, which is a goal you’ve always set for yourself, ever since you befriended him in first grade with a paper flower and a loud, blatant, childish proclamation of best-friend-ship. 

“Wait on the couch,” he directs you quietly, stepping aside to let you in. “Get a water from the fridge and pack it.” 

“I already brought two for us,” the apples of your cheeks strain with the force of your smile, and you’re trying not to giggle. The water thing—that was established forever ago, too, just like the spare jacket, and staying out late, and the toucan lamp, and the paper flower. You always shared a water bottle, reminding each other and passing one between your hands until the last drops were wrung dry from it, and then you’d spend half an hour trying to find a fountain to refill it because you never packed more than two on any given day. 

“Dan Heng,” you stop him with a hand on his shoulder before he can go back up the stairs to get ready in his room, and he looks back at you with the same look that you were envisioning before. The color of his eyes has gone dim, but in a fond way, in a way that tells you his breathing is even and his pulse is steady. 

You take the brief moment where his attention is on you to wrap your arms around him, the sleeves of your jacket pulling him close, warm, tender to you. Your tote bag dangles awkwardly to the side, but you try not to let it stop you from squeezing him tight, letting him know you’re here, right here. 

“What’s this about,” he mumbles into your shoulder, hands going up to grasp at the back of your sweatshirt and tug you just a few millimeters closer. A gentle weight sits between your hands and in your chest and you stifle a laugh into his barely-covered shoulder. 

“Nothing. Just really happy you’re coming.” 

“Okay,” he says, because he’s awkward and awful and so are you, but his hands still squeeze between your shoulderblades and keep you against him. A whistle of wind makes the gutters of the house creak, and you think of the stars that you’ll see from the top of the ferris wheel tonight, glinting in the sky and in Dan Heng’s eyes. 

“Let me go so I can change.” His voice is monotone, seemingly disinterested, but you don’t take offense to it, you never have. Reluctantly, you loosen your grip around him, and let him pull back the rest of the way because you can’t bear to do it yourself. 

The look, the glimmer, the depth of his eyes are all still there, accompanied by a new rosiness in his cheeks that you know isn’t caused by the heat of your hands or the cold wind outside. You don’t get the chance to laugh at the waver in his mouth as he fights back a small laugh, because he’s already turning back to rush up the stairs, stance wobbling as he tries to hide from his own embarrassment, and it’s so terrible and familiar and you ache with the urge to burrow into this home and make it your own. 

Your phone is flooded with dozens of texts from March, you’re sure, but even as it pushes midnight, you take your sweet time walking to the carnival, fingers clasped with each other as your jacket hangs off of Dan Heng—like it always has, like it always will.

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