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more tomura headcanons because he’s all i can ever think of

he’s very into the aesthetics of divine machinery and 2000s rock. he listened to a lot of post hardcore and alternative bands such as ptv, tdg, evanescence, good charlotte and linkin park

lowkey had an emo phase

he spends a lot of his free time in old arcades tucked away in the cities he walks through. he enjoys just loitering around and imagining what sort of experiences people had in a place that was once bussling but now lay either abandoned or forgotten. he wonders were those people are now

he ruminates. he’s in his head a lot and gets lost in his thoughts. that’s why he keeps himself busy and stays up until he quite literally cannot keep his eyes open anymore.

he has a very strong sense of justice. although twisted.

he really appreciates animals. he wonders how they can be so forgiving and loving despite the evil that surrounds them. he’s envious of them at times.

he knows a stupid amount abt computers.

he enjoys rain because it’s one thing his touch can’t destroy. and he likes the smell.

he comes off as prickly even when he doesn’t mean to he’s just super blunt and has a sad resting face. he’s also probably overly defensive which makes people avoidant in talking to him. but when he’s mean he’s very mean, he will make it obvious he doesn’t like you. he thinks faking emotions to keep the peace is shitty

he’s not super insecure about his appearance he just really hates himself. he hates who he is at his core.

he stopped getting haircuts as a late teen because kurogiri fucked up his cut SO bad and he was absolutely humiliated. never trusted him with scissors ever again

he’s casually suicidal. all throughout any battles his thoughts were always focussed on the new society he’d build and the horizon his comrades would be able to look over. he never saw himself standing with them though. in the back of his mind he knew that he would have to die to get what hw wanted

has prominent eye bags, they’re more reddish than anything. they blend into the scarring surrounding his eyes.

has white lashes and very light and thin eyebrows

has self harm scars on his neck, biceps/shoulders and wrists

his hands are calloused and rough and his knuckles are constantly scraped

bruises easily

he has more moles all over his body, prominently his back

he bites his nails

he has extremely expressive eyes. he has a really good poker face but despite that if you look hard enough you’ll always be able to tell his emotions by his eyes.

he’s a naturally gentle person. his destructive tendencies were learnt through afo

his favourite colour is a light magenta/lavender purple but he says it’s black

before his memories came back to him, tomura would occasionally flinch if someone moved their hand near his face for some reason. he never understood why until his fight with redestro

A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.

I’m getting back into Dabi/Hawks fanfics rn and I can’t believe I ever moved on from this ship like? They’re both so funny and the angst kills me.

They’re written as such isolated characters a lot of the time that it’s really cute they can be each others support but it’s also horrible bc it would be a shit show if people found out so, angst but also hurt/comfort. For this reason I always try to find ones with a happy ending cuz I’m not tryna be hurt rn.

absolute territory

I love snails.

foliage study :-) there's an angel in the garden

Hawks Headcanon #5

Warning: This contains majour spoilers for season six and seven of MHA. Please be advised.

I headcanon, when I’m not pretending Hawks didn’t lose his wings in the war, that when it’s over, and he’s no longer able to be a hero, that he’ll do anything to not forget the feeling of wind in his now phantom wings. He’ll do anything to remember the feeling of wind blowing his swept hair in the skies during a high-speed chase.

When he has the time, he’ll watch birds—Whether from outside or through videos—Fly through the air, watching as they tilt their wings, flick a feather to catch a higher drift, and imagine he’s right there with them, flying in the sky and twisting and turning as freely as he wants.

Sometimes, he’ll go up to the tallest skyscraper he can reach wingless, and just feel the wind as it passed by his body, feeling the wind through his ungloved fingertips, and he’ll close his eyes, and sometimes, it feels as if he has his wings again, spread open and ready for him to take the leap.

Sometimes, he’ll play games with either winged characters, or airplane games, and do all the moves he used to in his free time as a hero, and pretend that’s him in the sky.

And sometimes, when he does any or all of that, he can feel his wings again.

Because even though they’re gone, they were still part of him. They’re still in his soul, he is Hawks, and though he has responsibilities as President of the HPSC now, he can’t wait until he’s able to fly with the birds in the clouds once more.

Prince Dabi AU

The brain is so frustrating because I can’t remember what my mother wanted for Mother’s Day.

The conversation was two days ago.

I don’t think she wants a ladder, Brain.

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