Keigo ; Hawks ; Soap
"Feathers grew from the scars — but they were wet, and they whispered."
"I don’t remember inviting you… but now you’re part of the noise. Can’t leave, can you?"
"The blue fire didn’t consume my wings—it fed on them, left them blackened, twitching, and still screaming."
"I didn’t fall. I melted—each feather igniting in blue until the wind tasted like my screams."
‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙
꒰ ⋆ ࣪. ━ׄ──ִ──ׁ──ִ──ׁ─𔕙─ׅ──ׁ──ׅ──ׁ──ׅ━ ˖ ࣪⭑ ꒱
♰ 𓈒 He/She.
ᯓ ⁺ .ᐟ Adult ; Married๋࣭ ⭑𖤍⭑๋࣭ ; I tend to listen more than I speak.
๋࣭ ⭑𖤍⭑๋࣭ ; English isn’t my native tongue, but I’m always learning and improving.
๋࣭ ⭑𖤍⭑๋࣭ ; Cuddle and hide freely.
๋࣭ ⭑𖤍⭑๋࣭ ; You might find me daydreaming or off-tab.
๋࣭ ⭑𖤍⭑๋࣭ ; W2I if you really want to talk.
๋࣭ ⭑𖤍⭑๋࣭ ; You will find me in Hawks ,Endeavor or Dabi skins.
"The wings are still there, but they’re charred stumps now—each beat a raw, wet snap of pain."
⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅
DoNotInteract.
You loaded into the wrong server. Turn back.
Use slurs, hate speech. Basic dni.
[Forced Hawks/Endeavor hate, gtfo]༻♱ ; You see queerness and turn away, or worse — mock it.
༻♱ ; You whisper things that corpses wouldn’t forgive.
༻♱ ; You tie bloodlines into knots and call it romance.
༻♱ ; You support apartheid, occupation, or the genocide of Palestinians.
༻♱ ; You pull at others’ trauma like loose threads.
༻♱ ; You “like” children in ways no light would ever allow.
༻♱ ; You blur lines between beasts and desire.
This is not neutrality. This is refusal.
The walls here remember the blood. The names. The silence.
Do. Not. Interact.
Please interact if…
...You hear the static too, don’t you?
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
Into MHA,HSR,GI. Whatver skin I'm currently in.⋆₊ ♱ ; You overthink game lore like it’s scripture.
⋆₊ ♱ ; You find beauty in broken code and bad endings.
⋆₊ ♱ ; You believe queerness belongs in every genre, even the cursed ones.
⋆₊ ♱ ; You romanticize the rot, but respect the line.
⋆₊ ♱ ; You stitch your identity into every character you create.
⋆₊ ♱ ; Same interest. Same fandom.
⋆₊ ♱ ; Normal human being.
This place is strange. You are welcome here.
The door is open. The lights flicker.
Come in.
𓌹𓆩ཐི‧⁺˚̣̣̣𑁬༺༒︎༻໒˚̣̣̣⁺‧ཋྀ𓆪𓌺
My beloved Andreas
"When my wings burned, twisted and ruined by the sky’s cruel light, he came—a shadow crowned in flame. He did not soothe; he scorched the pain away. His fire crawled into my marrow, whispering promises through the smoke. I did not heal—I was remade. Bound in ash and ember, I am no longer mine. I am his, and I burn at his will."
Hell’s fire runs through his veins; his love is a beautiful, terrifying blaze.