#darkshadcw

[mezouc-blog]

            “    you don’t need to keep worrying about my arm.    ”    ever since tokoyami witnessed one of his dupli hands being severed,  the other seemed to watch him and worry,  as if one of them would fall right of fin the next moment.    he should have mentioned his regenerative abilities earlier,  that the extra hands could grow back.    but that was in the past now.

@darkshadcw.

[fuzaii-blog]

@darkshadcw​

           A boy with a bird’s head! How fascinating! What was even more interesting was that he was a UA student; one Yuri recognized as the boy who came in third place in the first year’s Sport’s Festival tournament. He sure had an interesting quirk. Yuri smiled and hummed as she shamelessly stared at him, and then reached out her hand to touch his feathers, curious about their texture.

            “ Oh! ” ....and then accidentally plucked the feather right off his head. Well that was one way to make her presence known to a hero.

[kaboomboi-blog]

              ❛     what  do  you  want  ?     ❜  head  turned,  a  glare  coming  from  red,  harsh  eyes.  since  when  did  tokoyami  want  to  have  a  conversation  with  him,  he  can’t  recall  one  time  they  actually  had  a  full  out  conversation.  /  @darkshadcw  ♡

[mezouc-blog]

“Can’t go to my place, I’m making poison in my kitchen.”

            “    …    please tell me you’re kidding…    ”    what with tokoyami’s straight face and his sometimes unpredictable sense of humor,  it was difficult for shouji to gauge if this was meant to be a joke or he was doing something else he wanted to cover up.

@darkshadcw.            wtf.

[quirkfrop]

♠

nonsexual acts of intimacy --- select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♠ : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

“Do I look alright, Tokoyami-san?” Tsuyu flattened out her uniform, looking herself over before she went to class. She had slept in late unintentionally, her phone having died while she slept- and thus, no alarm to wake her up. She started when he reached forwards to adjust her tie, but smiled appreciatively when he did.

“Thanks, kero.”

[soarsun-a]

tokoyami approaches quietly and without much warning hands over a small canvas; it's an obscure abstract oil painting of various yellows, reds and blues, portraying a being with wings. maybe its a painting of hawks? or it could be a metaphor of sorts beyond comprehension of others; his averted gaze to the ground doesn't offer much information.

          sometimes he doesn’t get his former intern.  he’s a good kid with a good heart,  he knows that much to be true,  but even so,  there’s that penchant for saying and doing strange things out of the blue that he can never quite figure out even when he thinks he’s expecting it.  this is one of those times,  with hawks left in a moment of stunned silence as the painting is handed over to him without explanation.

          another moment is taken to admire the work put into it.  he might not exactly  ‘ get it ‘  but he understands enough to see that some serious work has been put into making it look nice.  he stares at the being with wings on the canvas,  wonders if it’s a portrait of him but then decides it doesn’t really matter.  tsukuyomi—  tokoyami had made this for him,  and it’s enough to get a grin out of him,   “  thanks!  it looks pretty cool,  honestly,  i really like it.  “

[needlxd-a-blog]

Tokoyami is now Kit’s favorite classmate.

[aoymu]

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merci, my bird ami ☆