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Tamaki Amajiki HCs

So, is it just me who hates ooc Amajiki? 'Cause NOWHERE have I found an actually decent Amajiki HC.

1. Tamaki sometimes goes fully nonverbal, so he learned sign language to communicate with Mirio.

2. His social anxiety is through the roof, but his room looks like an exuberant teenage girl's. Boy band posters, Cinnamonroll and My Melody everywhere. Hell, all of the Studio Ghibli anime on a shelf, 100,000,000 different plushies, and a loft bed with light strands.

3. If he was your boyfriend, he'd hate fancy dates. Just sitting in his/your room, cuddling/playing video games/watching anime/just chatting. AND YES, HE STILL STUTTERS AROUND YOU. HE'S A SHY BOI. LEAVE HIM ALONE.

4. He has autism (Mirio has ADHD and Nejire has ADD). His social anxiety is born out of overstimulation. And also an anxiety disorder, but mostly overstimulation.

5. His love language is Words of Affirmation. He loves compliments, which is why he's so happy when Mirio tells him that he's brighter than the sun. Tell him his ears are cute. Tell him his hair looks nice. Tell him he's gotten stronger. He'll glow with pride (But shyly.)

uncle grimm after this drawing my friend said he's probably very patient with kids just like a real cat. ururu would be his favorite methinks because she almost killed him one time and he also doesn't like redheads

You can tell his mood by looking at his wings

pairing: mydei x reader genre: fluff fluff wc. 253 a/n: hihi lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this is inspo from game of thrones! that one line from "“you have no right to a braid, you’ve won no victories yet.” anyways enjoying reading hopefully i get to post more abt him soon <3

victory.

a word he knows all too well. it is etched into his bones from years of battle and carved into his skin. the braid in his hair once symbolized triumph, a warrior’s mark earned through sacrifice, pain, and relentless perseverance. 

but those years of battles are over. the battles have quieted. the meaning of his braids has changed.

tiny hands reach up to his hair. his daughters stand on either side of him as he sits patiently, their little brows furrowed in concentration, tongues peeking out in focus. they giggle whenever the strands slip loose and cheer each other on to finish. 

he sits still, his heart full, letting them weave as they please. determination. he wonders if they get it from you or him. they are quite determined to make it as pretty as his braid but he reassures them that his braids will be nowhere as pretty as theirs.

mydei has fought many battles. he has claimed countless victories. but no victory can compare to this. waking up to the soft golden morning beside you, holding you close as the sound of his children's bubbling laughter echoes through the castle halls grow closer and closer before they tumble into bed with you both.

he would stand against the world, if it meant he could cherish more moments like these with his girls. these braids, woven by his daughter, are a sign of victory— a victory greater than any he has ever won in battle.

he has won in life itself.

Smile, the camera is filming you 📷

i like this bra so i put fem dabi in it

brat summer never ends