#hawk;intro

[amber-tortoiseshell]

Please tell me about the genetically accurate warrior cats head cannons :3

Hell yeah.

You gave me a wildcard warriors ask without any character request, which means i can choose, so i'll go excessive and present you: my color headcanons for the entire Sun Trail travelling group!

I tried to stay as close to their canon description as i could, and at the same time make everyone unique.

Our protagonists: Gray Wing, Clear Sky and Jagged Peak; blue, blue ticked tabby and blue blotched tabby. (Their mother Quiet Rain is a blue spotted tabby for me. Very blue family.)

The girlies: Bright Stream (black mackerel tabby bicolor) and Turtle Tail (black tortoiseshell blotched tabby bicolor; she's heterozygous for white spotting)

Black leadership: Shaded Moss, Tall Shadow, Moon Shadow - obviously the latter two has the same color, but i'm sure we could make them unique enough with different body shapes and eye colors.

Medicine gang: Dappled Pelt - black tortoiseshell (she has white spotting only on illustrations, never is the text*, and i wanted a tortie without white in the cast), Cloud Spots - black with white (white ears are unusual but not impossible, can be added)

*well, except for one time in Moth Flight's Vision, where she supposed to have "Orange-and-white fur". I declared that one a mistake. Even the alligances call her tortoiseshell, never tortoiseshell-and-white)

Background warriors with awesome names: Rainswept Flower (black spotted tabby), Quick Water (blue mackerel tabby with white), Shattered Ice (blue tabby harlequin)

Youngsters: Falling Feather (white), Jackdaw's Cry (black, which is unfortunate, but i'd give him a blue eyes mutation which would put some white on his muzzle), Hawk Swoop (red mackerel tabby; i could keep her kits more canon-compliant if i'd make her a tortie, but she's the only red cat in the group and I want to have one).

Bonus:

Bumble (black tortie tabby with white - i purposefully made her echo Turtle Tail's colors) and Storm (she gets a fun color because this way Thunder can inherit every allele he needs: black tortoiseshell silver blotched tabby with with white).

[hawkeyeslaughter]

silly rats . unfortunately my silly rats . i have to ask them to get stuff from the store on the way home from work

fixed version ! the end was a little messed up on the other version and it was making me sad . capcut and i have beef

[lsunncy]

DRESS PRESENTATION!

keigo takami (hawks) x reader smau, model au

an: more of a teaser than a trailer.. sorry. formatting sucks but we deal w it.

tag list (open): @chaoslibra @samm1e13 @seijuroww @personally4runa

dividers from: @saradika-graphics

[kirkwallguy]

very interesting that in varric's narration at the beginning of veilguard addresses the player with "that's where YOU come in" but da2's narrative frames hawke as their own person not tied to the player. like obviously da2 is a story being told while varric is narrating veilguard from like dwarf heaven, but i feel like it represents the shift in roleplaying priorities for better or for worse

[bogdanovics]

i know a place / it’s somewhere i go when i need to remember your face

[kiniko-cryptid]

NEW INTRO!!!

you guys can call me kiniko, or thorn if you'd like. I'm a cryptid/shapeshifter otherkin who uses this blog very sparingly because it's very annoying to have to log out of my main to get here

I go by he/it but others are also okay

my tags that I use are:

cryptid's rambles, for my own posts

kiniko art, pretty obvious but it's for my art posts

and now it's blinkies time...

[thechaoticgoblin]

TAKE AIM (character introduction)

baseball player!hawks x dancer!reader smau

takami keigo is a living legend in japan as the best baseball player not only in his country, but in the whole world. however he also happens to be the nightmare of every PR, especially with the recent turn of events that move all the media spotlight on himself. reader is a known face in the world of dancing battles, after years of taking part into all kinds of competitions and sharing choreography videos on their social media platforms, they finally decided to create a dancing equipe. everything changes, however, when a mysterious accident occurs and steals away all their dreams and hopes for the future.

trigger warning: injuries, dark themes, possible sexual content (in the future), violence, mentions of drug and abuse. before you read: minors DO NOT interact. I will be inconsistent with the updates. english is not my first language, please let me know if I make any mistakes. this is my first time writing a smau, any tips and constructive criticism are welcome!

honourable mentions:

[muichirolover14]

Hello again :3 My name is Jazaria but you can call me Zaria or Potato.

Pronouns are She/Her and They/Them. I'm female. I'm also Black but I can Speak Japanese.

I have Anxiety and Autism so bare with me.

I take requests for making custom Breathing Styles from Demon Slayer.

I'm a minor so no Predators or Pedophiles. I'm Christian so no Satanism but Muslims are allowed :3

I write Fanfiction for my Kny Ocs.

I do not take writing requests.

I'm into fandoms like Demon Slayer, MHA, The Promised Neverland and JJK. I have Ocs for them, but I won't post about them. I also have unreleased Ocs for Demon Slayer.

♥I'm a Simp for Muichiro, Sanemi, Genya, Denki, Hawks, Toge and Yuta.♥

I like Music, Art, Writing, Reading, Sleeping, Food, Chocolate, Stars and Nature. I will post things from Spotify, Picrew, and Pinterest.

I will use :3 and :0 so much that it'll kill you.

My favorite peeps:

@larz-barz @demonslayerdoodles

@muichirosboba @kimetsu-chan

@slayfics @giyuus-little-helper

@ackie-slays @dreamcorechild @stellapuffs

@kokushibosbestie @risingscorchingsuns

@rion-isnot-an-ai @ghostbite @ta-ni-ya

@colourstreakgryffin @nothingtoseehere1-2-3

@kingdimitrx @misty-sees-you @local-giyuu-simp

@vampp4 @kitkat-moon @blueberryspiders

@mini-cooper1makiya @brightest-star-ai-hoshino

@m4tthxw @pau1i3s-w1f3y @rubylarkspur22

@uchu-no-bashira @pinkwisteria @number-2-hero-hawks

@wvoonie @takleof @reallypleasanttree

@aceofstars0 @tokito-dulya20 @cloudymistedskies

@shycroissanti @iincogneeto @giyuuswifey

@xoxoxkisses @warringwarrioridiot @ryukibutsuji

[reeding-your-mind]

NOUN: Yandere (plural yanderes)

A character who has an obsessive and possessive side in regards to their crush, ready to use violent (if not murderous) means to maintain an exclusive bond.

Welcome to my weird little, self indulgent, yandere BNHA fanfiction playground!

I’ll be utilizing this blog to post fanfiction one-shots, discuss world-building/changes to canon, and share general information about my incredibly unconventional Yandere Fix-It AU.

In my story, four familiar faces—Overhaul, Dabi, Hawks, and Tomura Shigaraki—become deeply connected to my Isekai’d OC, Ashi, thanks to her initially unassuming quirk, Bond. This connection forms early in their lives, and as time passes, their attachment to Ashi only grows stronger. As the depth of their bond increases, so to does the strength of its unexpected side effects, including (but not limited to) clinginess, obsession, a severe decline in mental health and, of course, ✨homicidal tendencies✨ .

Ultimately, all Ashi wants is to stop AFO from fucking over her new friends and destroying society. And if that means emotionally manipulating a group of psychotic, overpowered fictional characters into becoming her loyal allies by adulthood?

So be it.

Worried about Ashi’s safety? Don’t be!

In this AU, the yanderes I write are lovingly devoted slaves. Protective, obedient, and utterly incapable of harming or upsetting her, the boys would rather die than make Ashi unhappy. Sure, they’re domineering, sadistic, murderous assholes when it comes to literally everyone else, but when it comes to Ashi? They’d happily lick her boots and do her chores if it meant proving their devotion and staying by her side.

Forever.

So welcome to a BNHA AU where loyalty is unhinged, love borders on worship, and Ashi is resignedly at the center of it all.

If all that sounds like your kind of chaos, then stick around! Things are only going to get more morally questionable from here on out lol

Got any questions about the AU? Want to know more about the main cast of characters? Curious about the changes I've made to canon? Feel free to shoot me an ask, and I’ll do my best to answer!"

Content Warnings Page

AU Fanfiction Masterlist

[sorrowmoons]

Skye Dawsyn Hawke, a formal introduction to her character!

Cw- Brothels (prostitution) Substance abuse, assault, attempted abortion

This information is kept very vague and not super detailed—so some stuff may seem rushed or may not make a whole lot of sense 😔🙏

Skye Hawke is the main (Protagonist) character to my book, Curses of Crows. She starts off as a human, later on in the book getting her powers.

In the start of the book, it will be hinted to her being around 19. She is a young adult who, in the beginning, works her life on her uncles farm. She is in charge of cleaning the stables, cleaning out any weeds or pests, and picking the crops. She was assisted by her Uncles farm dog, Vigilance.

Uncle Arthur was present, taking care of the cattle and planting the crops. He fixes up any broken stable or fence—but he mainly resides in the large forest, surrounding their small village. His job, along with many other men within the village, was to chop down dead or infested trees for harvesting.

So, Skye was mainly left alone on the farm. (Along with Vigilance, that is) she lived a quiet life of solitude and peace. Arthur’s farm was decent ways away from town square (The heart of the town) and that was for safety reasons.

You see, Skye has a mother. Her name is Evelyn. Evelyn was a young woman, who hadn’t lived in this village in her younger years. But, due to financial circumstances—she was forced to move to one of the poorer villages. She, not having had any jobs, took up the most available. And that was a brothel worker. The brothel was abusive and unhealthy to any and all of its workers—and, before she had time to quit—she found herself pregnant.

Evelyn had tried to rid of the baby—hearing whispers that many of the workers used a poison that killed the fetuses. She had tried—but it was of no use. The baby grew—and, she accepted her fate. She had been forced to resume work for time being—until it became too noticeable that she was pregnant.

Evelyn was moved to the Villages Orphanage. Within it—she resided in its many small rooms. One recurring face throughout the stay was an elderly nun—named (—). The old nun grew very motherly over Evelyn—treated her as her own child. Evelyn could trust this nun with her life—and so, as the nun helped Evelyn birth the child—they both decided to keep the babies gender hidden.

Evelyn named this baby Skye—after the sky she had been gazing at through the fogged window of the room. It was beautiful—always changing. She thought it was a fitting name. But, Skye had been born a girl. And, the tragedies within this village told sad stories of young women. Many of whose were forced into prostitution, slave work, or worse. Evelyn had been graced to not have been forced into any work of such sort—willingly working at the brothel. But—as Evelyn was a worker, and an unmarried one at that—it put Skye at great risk.

So, Skye would be under the care of the Nun. Evelyn would resume work at the brothel to continue to make money. Skye was in disguise as a boy, living within the orphanage. She had watched many of the young girls, a few years older than her, be sold off to many different families. Many of which seemed unwilling.

The nun continued to cut her hair, and put her in old, raggedy clothes. She reminded Skye that she needed to keep this secret—and Skye did. She had made some orphan friends—but—she remained under the fear of her secret being revealed. So, she mostly resided alone. Mainly drawing, or writing as she grew older.

When Skye turned eight, she wondered to the rivers creek alone. Beyond the river, was the opening of the large and dense forest. Skye sat at the rocks, her hands dipping into the cool springs water—until her gaze caught into a large figure in the forest. Upon further inspection—it was a wolf. A rather large one. The little mind of Skye was oblivious to such horror tales of wolves and their vicious nature. She crossed the River, her ankles drenched with water. She was slow, innocent with curiosity. This memory was a blur now—but all she remembered was the shadowed body of the wolf. It stayed still, watching her. But—in the moments that paced, it pounced on her when she got too close. She escaped, as it on,y clawed at her. She ran back to the orphanage—having her scar bandaged by the nun. She was scolded to never cross the River alone again.

Skye would occasionally visit Evelyn when she had breaks. The nun would attend, as well. Evelyn tried to be as present as she could—gifting her new clothes she was able to stitch up—or gift her lost journals or papers for Skye to use. She, on the rare chance of a day off, would walk with Skye down to the rivers creak. It was behind the orphanage. They would sit under a large weeping Willow. It was the best childhood memories for Skye. The rare moment of peace between her mom and herself. And, Skye hadn’t realized the bruises the coated her mother’s arms and neck. It seemed to have been something she blocked out.

When Skye turned thirteen years old, it started to become harder and harder to conceal her identity as a girl. The nun worried this to Evelyn. Soon, people would notice. And soon.. that would bring danger. Not only to Skye—but to Evelyn and the Nun. So, Evelyn sent out a letter. A letter to her Uncle. He lived on a farm, on the outskirts of town. It was a small farm—but fairly isolated. There was neighbours, but not too many. There surely was enough space for her.

The letter came back in the following days. He wrote with slight hesitation—saying another mouth to feed was far too dangerous. And the space—it was small. He lived with his wife—Mary—in a small stone house. But—he made a deal. If Skye could work on the farm and take care of it—he would allow her to stay for a little while.

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Skye was packed with what little things she owned—and said her goodbyes to the Nun and Evelyn. The Nun gifted Skye with a pair of boots—a bit big for her at the time, but she grew into them. Evelyn gifted her with some clothes and a few journals. Evelyn reminded her that she would visit when she could. She paid for a wagon ride for Skye—and off she went.

Still disguised as a boy, Evelyn warned her of the reality of her position. While she was more secluded on the farm, merchants and the wondering travellers would occasionally pass. It would be good for her to keep up the disguise for a while. And she did—she tried to cut her hair and bind her chest tight.

Arthur was strict—and demanding. He called Skye “Boy” to get used to the act. And by name, he treated her like one. But—he was gentle when he tried. He showed her how to pick weeds and crops—how to herd up the sheep with Vigilance and the care for the cattle. He’d take on the more tough on the body jobs—and she took on the caring jobs.

Mary, on the other hand, didn’t like Skye. She refused to acknowledge Skye and would often rant on about how much of a nuisance Skye was. Skye quickly learned to block Mary out. It grew funny Skye. In the stables, she would rant to Vigilance about how annoying Mary was. Arthur walked in onetime, and skye quickly learned to keep a watch on who’s around. (Arthur for sureeee found it absolutely hilarious)

Overtime, she grew accustomed to the life on the farm. During the summer months, she slept up in the loft in the stables. It was kept to store hay and other supplies—but made enough space for her to stay. When the winter months came, Skye would stay in the small storage closet in Arthur and Mary’s house. It was a doable living setup for Skye. She wasn’t a demanding child—nor asked for too much. Mary reluctantly helped Skye during the moon cycles (menstrual cycles) and with that helped Mary and Skye’s relationship a bit.

Evelyn never was able to visit. She had sent letters though—Skye was able to send some back. Until, Skye took it upon herself to visit the brothel again. She went into the village—disguised as a boy. She had found her mom.. although, Evelyn was much different. It seemed she had been drinking. A lot more than what she ever used too. It was draining the colour from her skin—her face much more older then what it once used to look like. It had only been a few months. (So around a year) since she last seen her mom.

After this, Skye tried her best to visit her mom in person more. Even if Evelyn said it was a bad idea. Skye continued. Mostly once or twice a week—but each time, Evelyn continued to succumb to the effects of alcohol.

Until one late afternoon, a few years of Skye living on the farm, Arthur received a letter from the head lady of the brothel. It was concerns of Evelyn—and her well being. She has fallen sick, and unable to continue work. Arthur, being the only family to turn too, was now in charge of Evelyn’s whereabouts. So, with no other option (as the Orphanage wouldn’t accept Evelyn) Arthur took her in.

Skye was on the field when Arthur had come on a wagon with Evelyn to the house. She ran back, seeing her mother’s sickly figure. Mary soon cared for Evelyn—as she had past experience with medicines. The Alcohol seemed to be the major factor of the sickness—but there was something else. Something Mary couldn’t pin point. Skye often came to the house to check up on Evelyn. (Mary often shooed her out)

But, if her sick mother wasn’t enough, the cattle had slowly began to die. Before Evelyn came, most of the pigs died due to unknown reasons. Soon, majority of the sheep. It seemed to be a creeping disease—and it seemed to be attacking many of the neighbouring farmers. Now, with the cattle slowly dying, there went most of the money Arthur was making. He sold pork and sheep’s wool and cows milk—but, there were only six sheep and two cows left. Not enough to live a stable life. Especially not during the creeping winter months.

Skye took this as her final push to find a job. Something that could allow herself to make some sort of money for Arthur. Mary had been giving Evelyn herbal teas to help—but none seemed to work. And, as the final sheep fell—Arthur sold off the Calf, leaving Nana (a cow Skye grew attached too)

Skye went downtown, looking for some sort of job opportunity. She looked to the local bakery—they refused. She looked to the blacksmith—he just scoffed, shrugging her off. The people of Rainvale were gloomy people. She grew used to it when she grew up in the orphanage. Until, she found a flyer. Printed on it was the opportunity of a Messenger. The Villages messenger, that is. A person who collected and delivered mail across the neighbouring villages. She went to the contact place—a small inn. She seeked the Inn keeper—who, apparently had ties with the Messengers Guild.

Only, she realized she hadn’t had the proper equipment. She needed transport—a horse. She needed clothes, fitting for the elements. She needed knowledge on the lands surroundings. How to read maps. She hesitated.. and lied. She said she had all the requirements. Self Defense, a trusty stead—how to read directions. Anything for her mother.

The shrugged it off, telling her where to start. They’d hand off mail at the Inn, letting her travel onto the next villages. They would also give her a badge—a symbol of the Messengers Guild. It allows other villages to see that she’s a messenger.

After she left the Inn, with the intent of showing up in three days time—she had to figure something out. A horse? Had none. She needed some sort of bag to carry the mail.. nothing. Her clothing was decent.. at least, fitting for the fall. Evelyn gifted her a cape on her eighteenth birthday, last year. It was warm enough to handle the chill and frost.

On Skye’s long but enjoyable walk back to the farm, she had come across a stables. And a jerk of a stables owner. She remembered a face—and his was not kind. He seemed to be passed out, the late summers day seemed to knock everyone out. She debated.. for a good while. The horses.. he had a few. One in particular was small, and seemed underfed. It was perfect to be able to sneak away….

Well, after a long time of deciding—she decided to come back the next day. She thought on it—the ability to steal something. She felt a sinking pit in her stomach just imagining being caught. But—what was at risk? Her sick mother, and her Uncle. The only sense of family she had. Both at risk of something. If she could just be able to make some money—that could allow Mary to buy more herbs and Arthur to support the crops. It was worth it.

She told Arthur she was looking for a job—and he didn’t stop her. She went back to the Inn, asking more about the job. The village she was supposed to head too wasn’t far—a days trip there and back. It was a good pay—enough to be stable. She tried to ignore the warnings of how self Defense should be needed—and the settling reality of her not actually being a man. She tucked those thoughts away.

After leaving the Inn, it was als it Sun down. The perfect timing. She walked back the same route, back to the stables. As prior.. he was asleep. His distant snores could be heard.

She snuck her way towards the stables, looking for the small horse. She found it, desperately trying to not wake the nearby sleeping man. She fumbled with the horses restraints, until she finally unleashed it from the stable. The horse thrashed, pushing its way out the stable. The ruckus woke the sleeping man, and Skye lost grip on the horses lead. It quickly made its escape, running up the hill and away from the stables. Skye tried to get away—until the man got his hold on her.

A scrap of sorts unfolded, and she tried to fend him off. Her times spent with Arthur, working with an axe and chopping down trees put itself to use—if only for a little bit. He was getting a hold of her—until—a bark rung out. Vigilance!!! It seemed he had followed Skye, away from the farm. The dog pounced on the man, jaw locking on the man’s arm. He flung around and off Skye, trying to get Vigilance off. Skye quickly made her escape, Vigilance getting kicked off of the man. The dog ran after Skye, and the two made their escape.

Skye found the freed horse eventually, and, with the best of her ability—coaxed the horse to follow her. So.. seemed like it worked out.

The horse seemed skittish, mistreated. But Skye snuck the horse into one of the open stables of Arthur’s farm, feeding the horse a little bit of feed. She slept out in one of the stables again—something she did often. Vigilance would often accompany her by her feet.

Hiding the horse was.. fairly doable. She only needed to do it for one day. Skye distracted Arthur from going into the stables. Typically—he didn’t. So, there was a good chance of the new horse not being caught. She stuck close to the stables, occasionally trying to get on the horse and quickly learn the basics.

By some miracle, there was a very old and rusty sattle. Arthur at some point had a horse it seemed. And while the leather was torn and dirty—it was just perfect for Skye. The next morning, she took off to the town. She made sure to go a different route, not daring to pass the stable man. Learning how to control a horse was harder than she expected. The horse would randomly stop, and Skye was uncertain why. She eventually got into a rhythm of turning and controlling. She made it to the inn, a horse and an old, worn down bag she had stolen from the supplies closet in Arthur’s house. She was given the things she needed, and was off.

It was difficult. Reading the directions, steering the horse—it was hard. But, she did it. She enjoyed the scenery around her. It was mostly empty farm fields, following a small dirt road. Passers by came and went occasionally. Mainly wagons or farmers at work. It was scary—but new. She enjoyed it.

She came back at dusk, checking back into the Inn. She was handed her pay, and just like that—her first job was done.

She came back that night to Arthur outside—waiting for her. And.. just like that—she was caught.

She had to explain this new job, the horse, the pay. Arthur scolded her, and demanded her to return the horse. But, after some persuasion from Skye, he eventually allowed her to keep the horse. She gave him all the money she made that night. She spent a bit of talking to him about the job, and what it asks for.. and, he smiled. He appreciated what she was doing—what she was risking.

She was supposed to return in about four days. When all the mail piled up, ready for her to deliver.

During the four days, she trained herself on the horse. Vigilance watched—so did Arthur at times. He chuckled whenever she als,it fell off at times. She talked to Evelyn about some details—not all. About how she plans on finding the herbs that could heal her sickness. Mary paid it no mind. On the day she was supposed to leave—Arthur gifted her something. A new satchel—his old one. And, before Skye left on Wanderer (what she named the horse) Arthur gave Vigilance one last pat on the head (a rare sighting) and whistled him to follow Skye.

Now, Skye with her trusty steed (Wanderer) and her companion (Vigilance) she goes to her next job. The job that ultimately drives her into a journey she would never have expected.

[lotusstarr]

Introduction °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

• Hello my name is Sam

• 20 She/Her

• In college

• Fandom in MHA

• reblog a lot of katsuki fics lol

Requests & Rules °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

My requests are open, so feel free to request anything you’d like me to write and I’d be happy to!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

I only write for mha and stuff that is sfw, the only characters I write for so far are Bakugou Katsuki, Ejirou Kirishima, Hawks/keigo Takami, and Dabi/Touya Todoroki.

MASTERLIST⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Day off

Special Birthday

Glasses

Sleepover

Makeup

Nails

Look of love

Merch Girl

His Shoujo Girl

Workout

Bakugou's Romance

[misfitsincamelot]

Welcome to my ask blog!!!!

Welcome to my misfits in Camelot ask blog au

Sonic and Shadow get transported to Camelot and meet King Arthur and The knights of The round table

Disclaimers: This is a Sonadow au

The characters are

Sonic

Shadow

King Arthur - Sonic

Sir Lancelot – Shadow the Hedgehog

Sir Gawain – Knuckles the Echidna

Sir Percival – Blaze the Cat

Sir Galahad – Silver the Hedgehog

Sir Lamorak – Jet the Hawk

Lady of the Lake/Nimue – Amy Rose

Blacksmith/young apprentice wizard – Miles "Tails" Prower

Merlin – Dr. Eggman

[equinoxts2]

Household 1a: Waybird

Introducing the first played household in Kettlehaven: the Waybirds!

Up here, we have Hawk (wearing glasses) and Raven (grey tunic) - two dragonspark brothers from Morgan Island. Hawk is a researcher whose current project is investigating the mystical properties of Lake Lulla's water; Raven is assisting with his brother's work, mostly because he doesn't know anyone around here that well yet, but he tends to be more interested in sharing companion journeys with various beloveds.

There is also a younger pair of siblings here: Hawk's adoptive children Aria (teen girl with plaits) and Blaise (child boy with brown hair and glasses). They are the biological children of Hawk's former research assistant, who died in a lab accident when they were very young, and the Waybird brothers have been raising them since. Aria is a more outgoing, playful type who resents being uprooted from her friends on Morgan Island, while Blaise is a quieter, more artistic child who tends to keep to himself.

Their adventures begin soon... and let me just say, I am developing a superstition around my early play sessions in a new iteration: "The first lot is the cursed lot." Will the Waybirds be the exception, or will misfortune befall them at the first opportunity?

[002proherohawks]

semi - ooc , pinned post !

WELCOME TO HAWKS'S OFFICIAL BLOG

thanks to popularity, we've handed the keys of Hawks's blog over to the man himself — thank you for all your support throughout his career!

here's the askbox , the submission box , & the introduction post!

go wild, fly free — interactions are 100% encouraged and loved

xoxo, the winged hero & the hpsc

[yoooooheis-blog]

╭【   ♡・ introduction 】  ・・

・┈ ✦ ﹕name : Mari!!!

・┈ ✦﹕ stuff : Heh…hey people I’m multifandom and I like A LOT of fandoms…too many to count..I also do art! I’m a digital artist!

・┈ ✦﹕ pronouns : She/her

・┈ ✦﹕ sexuality : Bisexual🔥🔥

╰╮ ✦﹕ other : Hawk tuah…I love Hyuna..

⎯⎯⎯⎯ ・ ✧・ ⎯⎯⎯⎯

[th0usandmilestare]

hai guys here's my intro :3

⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉🐾﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ╰─ ♡ about me: 💿┇name: frankie/kellin :3 💿┇pronouns: he/xem

💿┇other: i use #r4zorrat on all of my posts! ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ╰─ ♡ my favorite… 🦇┇color: black n red :p 🦇┇animal: cats !! 🦇┇songs: alot 🥀🥀 🦇┇games: slime rancher, tony hawks pro skater, animal crossing ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ╰─ ♡ interests & more! 🎸┇likes: mcr, aliens, bass, music, and talking to friends!! 🎸┇dislikes: asotm, rude ppl, 18+, anything that's not my likes ^^^^^ 🎸┇birthday: 2nd June! 🎸┇dm status: please ask first!

🎸┇extra: please use tone tags!! (im a petekey shipper and hate frerard 😋) ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍

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