#Hawks Bay region

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I was fortunate enough to come across this rare eastern osprey (Pandion haliaetus cristatus), also known as the fish hawk, on Hanson Bay beach in Kangaroo Island (South Australia) in February 2024.

Unfortunately, they are a rare sight nowadays. They are listed as vulnerable in South Australia, and only 50 breeding pairs are estimated to be left in the region.

Sadly, human activities such as coastal development and competition for food with fishing production negatively impact their nesting sites and breeding.

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Cooper's Hawk by bubble_boy Via Flickr: California Coyote Hills Regional Park Alameda Creek Quarry Lakes Fremont Bay Area San Francisco USA East Bay Nature Birds Wildlife Photography Travel Wild Trails ebparksok

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All Alone

IMPORTANT NOTES: There is implied racism and implied period-typical racism (late 1970s/1980s period because I headcanon so), mainly in the second half of the fic.

[Know that if eternity dies out]

It’s not every day Rina can spend a day with her Uncle Ryutaro. More often than not, he’s always flying back and forth between Winnipeg and Vancouver for work. But whenever there’s a day he can stay around, they always have a great time together.

It’s too bad Grand-Mère’s goonies have to follow them though.

Rina isn’t sure why Grand-Mère’s goonies watch over them, hawking around in the distance. Uncle Ryutaro was family before he married Duchess Sabine. Uncle Ryutaro was family before Duchess Sabine became Mother; aunt is the proper term for her and Rina’s relationship, but she insisted to be call Mother, for it would be Rina who will inherit the Duchy of Winnipeg.

She should ask Grand-Mère about it one day. Or Mother. Or Uncle Ryutaro himself. But today is not that day. Today, Rina will have fun with Uncle Ryutaro. And today’s a special day. They’re in the City (by the Bay), visiting Mother. Mother is still sadly attending a meeting with the Count. So, for the time being, it’s just her and Uncle Ryutaro, spending the afternoon together.

Again, it’s too bad Grand-Mère’s goonies have to follow them. Rina wouldn’t have even known they existed if it wasn’t for Uncle Ryutaro pointing them out to her one day. He always calls them kurokos; the ‘invisible’ stagehands clad in black. Only they’re not, at least not to Rina.

“Uncle Ryutaro! Look!” Rina quickly takes her uncle’s hand, and drags him to the inaccurate distant solar system model, inside the Milky Way Galaxy exhibit. Rina can hear the necklace Uncle Ryutaro wears jingling around.

Going to the Titania Space and Science Center is what Rina can call a special treat. Back home, Rina loves looking at the constellations and planets through her telescope. Grand-Mère is constantly telling her that she’s wasting the night away with an impractical hobby, but Uncle Ryutaro and Mother says she’s simply traveling the galaxy in a pure safe matter.

Rina drags Uncle Ryutaro until they reach the end of the solar system, where an inaccurate size model of planet Pluto stands. The model is reddish brown, and there’s a unique feature that she never saw in other solar system models back home: it has a small heart shape region.

Rina briefly looks up at her uncle, and stares at his necklace. His necklace is like any normal necklace with metal beads. But what stands out most to Rina is that it has a key. It’s a silver key that has a heart shape bow and wing shape shoulders. Rina looks back at the model, and sighs dreamily, holding her hands together with a smile. “Aww. Pluto has a heart, just like your key! It would be cool if Pluto does have a heart shape region on her surface.”

Uncle Ryutaro crouches down slightly, so the two of them are on the same eye level. He then clutches the key. “That would be something. Of course, we’ll only known for certain when we can finally reach Pluto. Be it a space probe or an actual human being in exploration. Until then, Pluto will be out there, waiting for us to visit her at long last.”

Rina’s soon frowns, and drops her hands to her sides. “That means she’ll be waiting for years. For years and years, she’ll be all alone, and unable to share her heart with all of us.”

Uncle Ryutaro grabs ahold of her hands, and he speaks softly. “It’s possible, Rina. Pluto has Charon as her companion, but sometimes, a companion can still make one feel as if they’re by themselves. There are always circumstances that one feels utterly all alone.”

Rina opens her mouth to ask how it’s possible, but Uncle Ryutaro glances sideways, and stands up. His eyes are fuel with anger, and his brow is all scrunch up. Rina turns her head towards where her uncle is looking. There’s a janitor pushing his cleaning cart, a teenager jamming to music on his Walkman, a small group of preschoolers with their teacher, and two goonies in black and dark sunglasses quickly focusing their attention to the asteroid models.

“Those kurokos are really starting to get bolder with each outing,” says Uncle Ryutaro. As he leads Rina away with his right hand, he rubs the key with his left hand. He speaks softly, talking more to himself than to Rina. “Can’t I have an outing with my da-darling niece? It would certainly be pleasant if they get suddenly distracted. Long enough for us to make an escape from them.”

CRASH!

Rina quickly looks back to see the jamming teenager inside the janitor’s cleaning cart, his legs sticking out from the bin. As the janitor tries to get the teenager out, the goonies in black are on the floor. The small group of preschoolers are running around them in circles, with the poor teacher trying regain control over them.

Rina turns back to Uncle Ryutaro, and stares at him in awe. The key has magical powers!

[I’ll keep standing here, all alone]

Even though her lecture was done, R decides to stay around at the Orion Observatory. Being open to public as an observatory and renovated space museum, R wants to be there as a simple visitor, and not a public known lecturer. It’s a good thing R always keeps a simple disguise kit on hand: sunglasses that block the majority of her face, and a giant brim sunhat.

It's not the Titania Space and Science Center, but the Orion Observatory has its own perks. It’s new, it has the latest information approved by both the Meteorological and Astronomical Societies, and best of all, it wasn’t burn down in a fire that now reduced it to a pile of ashes. Why bring it up? For that what sadly happened to the Titania Space and Science Center.

R walks over to Milky Way Galaxy exhibit, making her way to the end of the solar system model display, her key ring jingling on the belt of her skirt as she moves. From her observations, it seems that the only person at the exhibit is herself. That’s good; it makes the chances of getting recognize drop down tremendously; from slim picking to zero.

R leans down slightly to look at the information plaque card. She makes a small ‘tch’ and frowns as she reads it: Understand that despite Pluto’s model being on display, we do not consider it a planet; we are incapable of removing the model without removing the rest. We hope you enjoy the rest of your visit and time at the Orion Observatory.

“At least wait for an official statement for Pluto’s planetary status,” mutters R, as she ‘tch’ again. “This is certainly a terrible offense I can’t forgive.”

Why! My dear Rina! The sudden nagging voice sounds remarkably identical to Grand-Mère. R takes a sharp breath in. I didn’t think an adult like yourself still considers Pluto as a planet.

I only said they should wait for an official statement, replies back R to the nagging voice. With the debate still ongoing, it’s best for to wait on the conditions that makes a classification of a planet. Great. To think R is having an argument with herself that takes after Grand-Mère.

When Mother died way back when, due to R’s young age, it was Grand-Mère who helped R into her new role as Duchess of Winnipeg. She was R’s instructor, the self-proclaim protector to the Heir Apparent until the time came. She was everything R needed, but not what R wanted.

True. But what if it’s decided Pluto shouldn’t be classified as a planet, hmm? What then, dear Rina? ‘Grand-Mère’ is truly out to rile her up, huh?

Then I’ll accept Pluto is no longer a planet, and whatever new classification bestow on her. R soon guides her hand to her key ring, and plays with one key in particular. It’s a silver key that has a heart shape bow, and wing shape shoulders.

You’ll accept it? What a contradict! You haven’t even acceptance the truth about your upbringing, Rina. You’re still honoring Ryutaro and his cigar box of secrets. Ryutaro is a damn bastard! If he just left your mother as I asked, you would gotten a true well-adjusted upbringing. You would have been the fortunate adopted foreigner child of not one, but two blue bloods!

Even as a nagging voice in the deepest part of R’s subconscious, ‘Grand-Mère’ crossed the line. R grips tightly onto to the silver key. The broken-off engagement with the Baron of Arizona is something Grand-Mère never forgave Mother for. Oh, she said she did, but Mother refused to be in the same room with her for more than twenty minutes. For hers and Ryutaro’s sake.

Ryutato…how he truly wanted things to be different for them all. For R. R closes her eyes, and she instantly sees Ryutaro on his bed, pale and weak, saying words that has R’s head spinning. To think he was willing to make another sacrifice for her future as Duchess of Winnipeg.

For your information, I have accepted the truth. I accepted it when Ryutaro told me I could hate him. He told me I could hate him like how much you hated him, for getting in the way of Mother and mine’s so-call perfect life, but I of didn’t. And you know why? Because who forced Mother keep her engagement with that Baron before creating the piss-poor ultimatum? Who forced Ryutaro to remain in my life, but never granting him the honor of being who he truly is to me?

‘Grand-Mère’ doesn’t reply back.

“Finally! I thought she would never leave.” R soon exhales slowly, and opens her eyes. She can still feel her tight grip of the silver key in her hand. R looks down at the key, and thinks of a fond memory from long ago.

She thinks how one cannot help but love someone. How one cannot help but also suffer for love. She thinks how if one can’t go admit the truth, you’ll keep standing there, all alone.

R slowly release her grip of the silver key, and stares back at the model of Pluto.

[90ekz]

the stars behind his eyes ft. dabihawks

wc : 4.3k

tags! switch!hawks, switch!dabi, wing kink, pwp, praise kink, teasing, anal fingering, hawks acts like a bird, excessive cum, slight hand kink?, dabi is a whore (mentally), face fucking, mutual pining, sexual tension, premature ejaculation, nipple piercings, blood drinking (very mild), soft dbhks hehe

an. this gets like,, really soft at the end don’t ask

Dabi had always known that he was weak to praise.

The way his breath would get a bit more shallow, the sudden heaviness of his chest, the redness of his cheeks. It was exceptionally obvious, but it never happened much, so the problem was easier to keep at bay. 

Dabi was used to being called gross, being verbally degraded. That was all he knew, and what he grew up on.

Until now. 

And it was all his fault. 

Dabi hated how much time he had to spend with Hawks.

The dumb little bird would follow him around everywhere, it left him with no choice. He was starting to feel like it was on purpose, based on the smug face of the blonde man.

It was like he got off on being irritating, like it was a damn hobby. 

Even now, on patrol, Hawks does nothing but mouth off about anything that pops into his head, it’s annoying.

“Genuine question here, do you ever stop talking?” Dabi snaps, resulting in a shrug on Hawks’ end. Nothing interesting had happened the whole two hours they’d been on watch, and it was getting to Dabi.

He was fucking bored, and Hawks’ constant yapping wasn’t helping his mood.

“You’re so fun to annoy. You make it so easy since I know all your weak spots.” Dabi gulped at the suggestive tone of voice rolling of Hawks’ tongue so easily, almost as if he’d done it before. 

God, he probably has. 

Dabi hated that.

Hawks, being balls deep in someone else, telling them how good they felt, fuck off.

He didn’t trust his mouth to respond, so he stayed silent. An amused grin set on Hawks’ lips. 

Dabi wanted to rip his damn head off—

He yelped when Hawks suddenly pulled them against the rough wall of an alleyway.

Dabi’s back was suddenly pushed against Hawks’ chest, one hand covering his mouth, the other snaked around his waist. He started to struggle, until the grip on his waist tightened.

”Stay still. I think we’re being watched.” He continued to struggle a bit until eventually giving up. Hawks’ grip was strong enough that it started to alarm him a bit. 
Hawks’ brows furrowed in concentration, trying to make sure the coast was clear.

The tips of his now sharpened wings brushed against the side of Dabi’s jacket, shredding a bit of the material there.

Oh. That was… oddly hot. 

He was surrounded in Hawks’ scent, his wings covering Dabi’s field of vision completely. His world was overwhelmed by blood red, and fuck, if he didn’t love it.

He wanted this all the time.

And just as suddenly as it were dark, Dabi’s vision was light again. 

“We’re clear. ‘Probably just overreacted, sorry! You okay?” Dabi was still pressed against Hawks’ chest, and the grip on his waist had not loosened. 

This was okay, better, even.

”Fine. Can we go now?” Dabi wanted nothing more than to go back to the comfort of his room and take care of the new problem that was arising in his lower region.

Hawks huffed a laugh at the tight tone coming from Dabi, while signaling a ‘follow me’ motion. 

During the report to Tomura later that night, Hawks couldn’t keep his mouth shut about how good Dabi had done.

”He was so obedient. Weren’t you, Dabs?” He just shrugged, hating how hot his ears were getting. 

Dabi is losing his mind. 

It was awful that he was this attracted to Hawks, he really shouldn’t be, but his body won’t leave him alone. 

“You’re such an asshole!” Hawks laughed from the high ceilings of the warehouse, silently enjoying how fun it was to annoy Dabi.

He’d slipped Dabi’s jacket off his shoulders when he’d dozed off, and was now flying around with it in his arms. Hawks couldn’t help but shiver at the scent of Dabi flooding his nose with every gust of wind. 

He would give it back, but… 

When the jacket came off, revealing a very lowcut—and it’s generous to call it this—‘shirt’ that cupped Dabi’s plush chest, well, Hawks wasn’t not gonna take the opportunity in stride. 

It was like a dog not taking a bone, honestly.

”It’s cold as shit in here, give it back!” Dabi crossed his arms, unconsciously pushing his tits to attention. Hawks’ face got uncomfortably hot, white hot desire suddenly feeling his veins.

He was a goner.

Hawks flew closer to the ground, still keeping his distance enough to be out of reach. 

“You’re basically naked on the top, of course you’re cold. When did you start dressing like that?” Hawks whined, beginning to feel lightheaded from how much blood was rushing down south.

Thank god for baggy pants.

“I will incinerate you.” Dabi looked so hot when he was mad, fuck.

“Fine, fine, you baby. I’ll give it back,” Hawks genuinely considered giving it, but what fun was that? He could be annoying for a little longer.

”If you beg.” Dabi stiffened, causing a wide grin to spread across Hawks’ face. He could push a little further than that.

Dabi felt his eye twitch in annoyance as he swatted off the redness of the healthy skin on his face. His body was so loyal to Hawks, it was embarrassing as hell. Anything he did was enough to keep Dabi at attention without lifting a finger. 

He considered his options for a moment.

Burning Hawks to a crisp?

Great idea, bad outcome. Dabi’s have a peace of mind, yeah, but he’d be lying if he said that he wouldn’t miss that voice. And those hands, and that slim waist… anyways.

Kill him in his sleep? 

Better idea, worse outcome. No murder then.

Actually beg and be obedient?

Well… that could work. 

Dabi swallowed his pride, and put on his best begging eyes, hoping it’d make Hawks take a bit of pity on him. 

“Please..”

“Please, what?” Amusement flashed through Hawks’ eyes wildly. Was he enjoying this a bit too much? Definitely. 

His smirk was wiped off his face with the downward look into Dabi’s shirt to reveal to pieces of metal slid between each nipple—holy shit they were big.

Hawks barely registered Touya still talking with the way his body was begging to swoop down and just take. The feeling was sudden yet familiar. Hawks would give his entire life to have Dabi tear him raw.

A barely concealed whine wracked his throat at the thought of it. 

Hawks gasped as fire was pressed to one of his big feathers, and he panicked, trying to extinguish it. He’d dropped the jacket in the process, successfully giving control back to Dabi. 

“Idiot.” Now it was Dabi’s turn to smugly grin, except his had a glint of something else behind it that Hawks couldn’t put his finger on.

Hawks hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

The more time Hawks spends around Dabi, the more things he learns about him.

His short temper—which was evident from the first day they met—is slightly less bad when it come to Hawks. Being slightly late to a meeting doesn’t set him off like it does with most.

Dabi’s tits—his personality. It’s not… it’s not that bad, he guesses. The thing he’s been most elated to find out about, well, is Dabi’s expressiveness. His body language, his tone, his facial expressions, god. 

He snaps when he’s trying to remember things, he shakes water out of his hair when he’s been in the rain—like a puppy, it’s so fucking cute—small pouts even settle on his lips when he gets scolded by the others. 
Hawks just wants to tear him apart. Badly.

As cute as it all is, it’s so fucking distracting, and it feels… charged.

Even now, as Dabi finds himself purposefully poking at Hawks’ foot with his heel from his side of the couch. If they moved together two feet, they’d be crotch to crotch. 

”Dabi, please.” Hawks groaned in protest, as he tries to get some sort of work done. He already knew Dabi liked to do anything in his power to distract him from his job, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

“Please, what?” Dabi quipped, mocking Hawks’ earlier words. He looked utterly unamused, with a twinge of annoyance. 

Hawks worked with a slight scowl on his face now. Clearly he wasn’t that annoyed, or else he would’ve left already.

Dabi wasn’t satisfied with that. 

He slid his heel a bit higher, tracing the bone of Hawks’ ankle lazily. He’d stayed there for a minute, pretending to be unaware of his movements. Hawks made no reaction, so Dabi pushed further.

He acted like he was scrolling through his phone as his foot continued to move upward in a silent mission, now trailing up Hawks’ lower calf, then the upper half of it.

A little quirk of the eyebrow was made, but it wasn’t enough to deter. Dabi kept pushing. Now instead of his heel, Dabi used the ball of his foot to slowly drag up towards Hawks’ knee, eventually catching on his lower thigh.

It was slower, more loud than his previous movements. 

Hawks’ breath caught in his throat a bit, a sound he tried to cover with a weak cough. It was humorous; with the way that Hawks was starting to go pink in the cheeks. The pen in his hand was starting to go slightly slack, causing Dabi to chuckle a bit.

Dabi removed his foot completely, letting it settle back on the couch. ”For someone so concerned about finishing paperwork, you don’t exactly seem in a rush to finish, do you?” 

“Maybe I could, if someone wasn’t distracting me.” Hawks was flustered, and Dabi was absolutely giddy.

Dabi shrugged, going back to scrolling in his phone. He felt Hawks’ eyes linger on him for a bit longer, before turning back to his paperwork with hesitation. 

Silence floated between them for a few minutes before Dabi continued his previous efforts. The ball of his foot lazily stroked Hawks’ calf again, and he watched Hawks’ Addams Apple bob. 

He went higher, traveling from knee to the back of the thigh in large, sporadic movements, unlike before. Hawks’ grip on his pen tightened. 

Dabi’s cock was starting to feel needy, just by the sight of Hawks’ nervous reactions.

The ball of his foot trailed into Hawks’ inner thigh with agonizing dilatory, making Dabi more amused than before. 

Hawks didn’t even try to focus on the paperwork anymore, he couldn’t think, or even fucking breathe, Dabi’s foot was inching so close, too fucking close—

And then it happened, a small, barely noticeable graze against the underside of his cock with Dabi’s foot, causing a full body shiver to wrack through Hawks.

“Dabi—”

The constant pressure to the sides caused pen ink to burst all over Hawks’ hand—and his paperwork—causing him to groan in annoyance.

He scurried off the couch and out the door, murmuring an excuse about how he needed to go home and clean this up.

Too much?

Dabi’s eyes traveled to the now damp ink-blot stain that he’d get an earful about from Shigaraki later, coupled with a few stray feathers.

Yeah, too much.

“You killed him, didn’t you?” Tomura spat, trying not to let his own anger bubble over too quickly. Dabi quirked an eyebrow, silently questioning who he was talking about.

“Hawks.” Prompt an eyeroll. 

“What makes you think I know anything about where that fucker is?” Dabi stirred in his seat, trying not to look guilty. Hawks had run off after Dabi’s impromptu foot play, and hasn’t been back since.

For the record, Dabi was not pouting about it. He didn’t care. 

”He likes you the most out of the rest of these bastards, so fess up. I know something happened between you two, so out with it.” Tomura had always been oddly perceptive, unfortunately. 

Dabi threw a pillow toward the other man, causing him to throw an unamused scowl over his shoulder. 

He thought back to the way Hawks had puffed up like a flamingo and scurried off once Dabi had made a move.

Okay, maybe he was a little upset. Dabi came on too strong, he guesses.

”Why don’t you just ask him? I’m sure he’ll give you a great answer.”

”I don’t care that much. I just don’t need him turning up dead, especially by your hands.” Dabi stopped in his tracks at that.

”You got a crush on him or somethin’?” Dabi didn’t know why he was suddenly being so overprotective of Hawks, they were enemies.  Well, supposed to be enemies.

The tension between them, the stolen touches, the overprotectiveness… enemies did those things, right?

A lazy grin curled upward on Tomura’s lips at the pure concern in Dabi’s voice.

”Let’s just say he’s useful to me. I wouldn’t want him dying before he could take care of my needs again.” 

Tomura proceeded to dodge a few more pillows while laughing loudly.

It was around 14 days before Hawks stumbled his way back into the League’s hideout once more. 

He’d gotten a few concerned voicemails from Twice and Toga—which he’d actually found quite endearing—one from Compress, and even one from Spinner. 

Most surprising of all, Tomura texted him a simple text asking if he was dead, for some reason. His heart swelled a bit at the concern from everyone.

Well. Mostly everyone. 

Nothing had come in from the one who’d caused him to run out in the first place. 

Part of Hawks was a bit glad if anything, because he couldn’t find a good enough excuse as to why he reacted the way he did other than explaining in full detail that his cock was leaking inside his pants pathetically just from Dabi’s barely-there teasing.

With his fucking foot.

Dabi had a level of control over Hawks that left no room for explanation. Any small touch, teasing words, anything was enough to have Hawks’ head reeling.

It was embarrassing.

He’d flown in at a convenient time, it was late, and no one should be awake to see him come in. Hawks slipped in through a window, hoping he’d make less noise that way.

”Why not just use the door?” Hawks’ wings twitched at the sound of Dabi’s voice, more low and husky than usual.

He sat on the couch, his neck craning as he attempted to get a good look at Hawks from where he was sitting. His hips shifted as he tried to adjust himself.

Fuck, Hawks wasn’t gonna freak out. 

”’Was trying to be quiet.” Hawks didn’t know why he was suddenly feeling so shy, but he wanted to leave. Maybe because his cock was already stirring in his pants, for no real reason.

Dabi rolled off the couch and into the kitchen. He flicked on the overhead light to reveal his very bare top half, and his pants hanging much lower on his hips then usual.

Hawks felt his mouth go dry and his pupils dilate into slits, his body once again telling him to take, take, take.

If he wasn’t staring so hard he would’ve missed the very light patch of white hair trailing from Dabi’s belly button to below his waistband.

Fuck, was he even wearing underwear?

A pathetic sound left Hawks’ mouth at the sight—or rather, lack of sight—of Dabi’s undergarments. 

“‘S like two in the morning. What’s society’s favorite doing here this late?” Dabi mumbled easily. His voice was stripped of its usual tightness, instead being replaced with a looser, huskier sound.

After Hawks forced his eyes to rip themselves from Dabi’s slim waist and round hips, his eyes trailed around the rest of Dabi’s body. 

His face was even missing its signature snark. It looked more languid, even bordering on calm, as if he’d just smoked a joint.

Maybe he was high? Possible.

That still didn’t explain the lack of clothes. (Not like Hawks was complaining).

“I was getting harassed with messages on the burner. ‘Figured I could at least swing by. It’s been a while…” 

“Hm. Where were you? I was getting lonely.” Dabi asked from atop the kitchen counter, his legs slightly spread.

Hawks wanted nothing more than to slide between them and kiss Dabi senseless. 

“I was busy. You know how it goes.” Dabi makes a noise of understanding, eyes trained on Hawks like a predator watching its dinner.

He looked hungry.

There was a beat of silence before Hawks let his eyes travel back down toward Dabi’s lower half. His pants were so fucking low, you could almost see the small vein on the base of his cock.

Seriously, what the fuck.

”My eyes are up here.” Dabi let a lopsided grin slip onto his lips, and Hawks was so fucking gone. He hopped off the counter and moved dangerously close to Hawks.

A couple strands of his white hair fell around his face as he looked down on Hawks with that same grin. Hawks silently prayed that his cheeks weren’t blooming with red, much to his dismay.

“You’re so fucking cute.”

Dabi caressed the base of his left wing, and Hawks strangled back a whine. 

”Dabi.” The taller man just chuckled a bit at the desperation in Hawks’ voice.

”I’ve always wanted to do this, you know. You think I haven’t noticed how fucking sensitive you are here?” Dabi emphasized his point with squeezing the tip of one of his bigger feathers, causing Hawks to cry out.

”Stop—fuck, stop that.” 

Dabi moved his fingers so meticulously through Hawks’ wings, grasping desperately at any and every little noise he’d make. His own cock started to feel heavy at the sight—the feeling—of Hawks moaning into his neck.

“Please, please, please—shit!” Dabi smiled serenely, silentling wondering what Hawks was begging for so earnestly.

It almost made Dabi a little sad, him begging like that. He was gonna take care of him, there was no reason to plead.

Dabi wanted to take him as much as Hawks wanted to ruin him. Hawks clutched Dabi’s waist as he panted into his neck. Dabi could see—shit, he could feel Hawks coming apart slowly from just touching his wings.

“Not ‘nough. Want more, wan’ more—please.” Dabi smiled, reaching down into Hawks’ shorts to help him out. Hawks’ hips stuttered harshly against his own will, wanton moans falling from his lips.

“You must really like that, huh?”

“‘M gonna cum—dn’t stop.”

Hawks’ words were starting to drown into gibberish, it was so fucking adorable. Between the attack on his wings and Dabi stroking his cock with his tight fist, he was bound to fall apart any second now.

A few more thrusts into Dabi’s hand and Hawks was spilling all over it, not caring how loud he was. It hit him so hard that it almost hurt, mixed with Dabi’s words of praise had him on his way to overstimulation faster than usual.

“Oh baby, look at you…so fucking good for me.”

Hawks can’t even begin to formulate a response, those words snagging onto him and ripping him open.

Dabi trailed his hand back upward, smearing a bit of cum on Hawks’ lower abdomen. Without hesitation, he took the fingers into his mouth, gathering the leftover. Hawks was watching him hard, pupils blown wide.

Hawks forgets how much he likes Dabi’s hands sometimes.

Thin, long fingers, veins that trail all the way up his arms, nails that sometimes go untrimmed, he was insane.

Dabi grabbed hold of a chunk of Hawks’ golden curls, nails digging into his scalp deliciously.

“I wanna ride you ‘till you go fucking deranged. ‘You gonna let me?”

“On the couch? What if someone catches us?” Hawks’ cheeks burned at the idea of them getting caught.

“I just gave you a handy and groped your wings while you moaned like a fucking slut in the middle of the kitchen.”

Hawks scoffed, because for the record, that was different.

“You caught me off guard…” Hawks’ legs were starting to shake while Dabi led him to the couch.

He was thrown down onto it, Dabi immediately settling into his lap. Hawks tried not to lose himself in Dabi, as the other man stated down at him, a smile splitting his face.

“God, I wanna rip you apart.”

The only thing Hawks could manage in response was a low whine.

“And I want you to.” Hawks placed Dabi’s hand on his chest, hoping he could hear the way his heart was hammering inside his body. Dabi’s expression turned soft, the healthy skin on his cheeks now blooming pink.

“Don’t tempt me,” Dabi whispered. “I’ll ruin you.”

“Please do.”

It was almost unnerving how fast his cock went stiff at Hawks’ sudden submissiveness. The quiet begging, the grinding into his back, the flushed face, fuck.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

“If you really want it, you’ll have to work for it, baby.” Dabi revealed his cock, letting it rest right between Hawks’ eyes. His face melted into a purely blissed out state—like he was waiting his whole life for this moment.

Hawks took moaned low when he took his first taste of Dabi’s thick cock—something in him snapping as he finally got a hold of the cock he’d been dreaming about for months.

“Oh—oh fuck.” Dabi groaned, trying hard not to let his hips snap into the wet heat below him. Hawks frowned at that. He wanted his throat to be hoarse. He wanted his voice to be gone.

“C’mon, fuck my face, ‘know you wanna.”

“God, I’m—fuckkk, don’t wanna hurt you..”

Maybe Hawks was reading too much into it, maybe he was so infatuated with Dabi that he was taking his words too seriously—

But the way Dabi stroked his cheek and looked down at Hawks, well—it was almost too soft.

It seemed like Dabi had always had it out for Hawks. It was primal, in his nature—he took to it like a hobby.

Sometimes it felt like he was straying from his normal lifestyle.

“Need you, Kei. Need you s’ bad.” Dabi rutted into Hawks’ mouth, no longer caring how pathetic he looked, and letting his whimpers of pleasure bounce off the walls.

All that was on Hawks’ mind was how he would let Dabi fuck his face hoarse everyday if he wanted to—it was a privilege, really.

Hawks let his hands wander—mistakenly—to Dabi’s pierced tits, and with a short rub, he was dumping into Hawks’ throat with a loud cry.

God, and it was so much cum.

The blonde’s cheeks were puffed up, and overflowing, he couldn’t even breathe.

“Shit—don’t do that without warning me, fuck!” Dabi’s embarrassment faded as soon as he saw his cum now dripping from Hawks’ tongue, onto his own bare chest.

Hawks’ eyes turned a shade darker—like a switch had been flipped—and seconds later Dabi was over the side of the bed with four fingers filling him.

“‘Gonna fuck you so full, m’ gonna fucking tear you to shreds.” Everything in Hawks’ body was just telling him to take, and he wasn’t sure what did it. Maybe it was Dabi’s thick cum on his tongue, or his soft touches on his skin.

Dabi couldn’t do anything but take the fingers filling him.

With every thrust was another poke against his sensitive prostate, his cock being milked without fully cumming. It hurt, but he endured—knowing that Hawks couldn’t let him cum on anything but his cock at this point.

“Wanna fuck you s’ bad, let me take you.” All Dabi could do is nod, leaving Hawks with a serene smile on his face as he slipped his fingers out with a pop.

Dabi had assumed that he’d be on his back, but Hawks whined when he didn’t immediately flip over.

“Can’t—not like that, no. ‘Miss your pretty face, turn around for me, yeah?”

Pretty etched itself into Dabi’s mind, the praise melting any of the brain matter he had left. It left his face burning red hot, and a low gasp slipping out of his mouth.

Hawks lined himself up, his cock briefly grinding against Dabi’s balls, making him shudder, before eventually slamming home with a long groan.

“Wait—‘m gonna cum, oh fuck—” Hawks gasped as his load spilled inside Dabi without any real stimulation.

“Sorry, shit..”

“Fuck, ‘s okay. Just let go, take me.”

Dabi thought he’d get a second to breathe, between the thickness of the cock and the hot cum, he wasn’t that far from his own release.

But Hawks didn’t slow, his cock still hard and throbbing deliciously against Dabi’s prostate.

It was intense, bordering on violent, the way Hawks’ fingers gripped Dabi’s waist. They didn’t slip or slow, making sure he had complete control. Dabi’s name became a mantra the way it was spilling from Hawks’ lips.

It only made him wanna tease.

“Mmmm, fuck! Wanna make a mess for you, baby, want you to fuck me so full—shit!” Dabi whined, his own seed painting his stomach. Hawks barely noticed, his hips not giving any grace to the man below him.

Dabi’s brain turned to mush, only concerned with how to get more of Hawks’ come inside of him.

His eyes darted to Hawks’ wings, before he grinned to himself.

He’d almost forgotten.

As soon as Dabi pinched the area between his wings, Hawks’ back arches, the cord in him snapping suddenly and out of nowhere.

“Fuck, fuck! Hngh—no, you’re gonna make me—“ Hawks’ hips finally still, all of his cum shooting inside, hot and heavy once more.

The pleasure left him blinded for a moment before he realized that Dabi was still mindlessly touching his wings as he was cumming. He hunched over and with a whine, a few sharp feathers shooting into the walls behind him.

They pierced the walls, knocking over several things in the process.

They breathed heavily together for a while, Hawks peppering kisses among Dabi’s neck, before finally placing one on his lips.

“Ah, fuck.” Dabi looked down onto his hand that was now dripping blood onto the couch from a large gash. Hawks’ pupils turned black before he lapped up the blood with no hesitation.

It was like he was starving, mindlessly drinking Dabi alive with reckless abandon.

The cut was deep enough that Hawks began to push his tongue deep inside, causing Dabi to wince in pain. That made Hawks snap back to reality and remove himself from the hand.

“Um. Sorry.”

“Didn’t know you could cut like that. ‘S hot.”

“I can get you some gauze—“ Hawks went to move, not realizing he was still inside Dabi.

“Or. You can finish cleaning it yourself.” Dabi ground onto the soft cock still inside him, amusement melting into him when Hawks’ hips stuttered.

Hawks bit Dabi’s bottom lip with his own smile matching Dabi’s. It was chaste, more passionate than anything they’d just done.

Tomura tried not to gag as he plucked feathers out of the wall that morning.

[kishimotomasashi]

Uchiha clan bird usage headcanon time:

Hawks/falcons/eagles are prioritized for sending messages but they can use any birds for that

The kind of distraction substitution Itachi used with crows is used by anyone else good enough to substitute animals but they don't necessarily use the same kind of bird. Some have tried pigeons.

It's common for clan members to study in detail the types of birds found in any particular region because those birds will often be used for spying; they have existing jutsu that can connect the bird's eye to their own, and they use the sharingan to keep it under their control

They don't necessarily need substitution in order to use birds as distractions either; some have summoning contracts for entire flocks of ninja birds and sometimes their calls are used to amplify genjutsu without expending their use of the sharingan

Have any of y'all heard what a Common Loon sounds like, lol, their calls used to freak me the fuck out when I used to go camping, they sound like wolves

^ this is so you can imagine an Uchiha with a loon summon who takes advantage of their unique call to keep people who do not want to encounter wolves at bay. Ninja animals can be bigger than regular animals and most ninja won't really want to stick around to see if they're up against Giant wolves.

[anonsally]

Wildlife sightings

Today, since we had the day off work, we drove out to a regional park for a hike. We improvised a 5-mile loop. The park wasn't very busy, and we saw more wildlife (but less livestock) than I expected. This park has a very typical California landscape: undulating, golden hills punctuated by small foresty areas (oaks, live oaks, bay laurels, and probably others) and isolated live oak trees. We saw wild fennel and lots of lovely wildflowers. Since this was intended as an exercise-y hike rather than a birding hike, I only brought my crappy little binoculars.

Nevertheless, we saw quite a few things, including a coyote trotting across the trail ahead of us. I spotted a ground squirrel, and we saw grasshoppers and many different kinds of butterflies, including a rather spectacular black one (possibly with some blue? maybe a California pipevine swallowtail?). Naturally, I was excited to see a number of birds: many turkey vultures, at least one red-tailed hawk, and at least 3 sightings of other raptors that I couldn't identify (one, soaring and being mobbed by little birds; one in a more foresty area, which seemed smaller than a red-tailed hawk, but I only got a brief glimpse--enough to get an impression that the rump was red, but I don't know if there are any raptors meeting that description other than the American kestrel, and I don't think this was quite that small; one near the parking lot, which I had a brief glimpse of as it flew up into a tree (that one had a Cooper's/sharp-shinned vibe to it, but I didn't really see it very well)). There were lots of swallows, of which some might have been cliff swallows, at least one was a barn swallow, and some were probably northern rough-winged, but other types are also likely. There were two Steller's jays and two ravens; 6 California quail in two groups, each of which startled and flew off in a whirring of wings when we approached (I wouldn't even have known they were there otherwise, as they were concealed in the tall weeds); a wild turkey; a very vocal western meadowlark perched and singing on a fence post. (Plus juncos, California towhees, probable western bluebirds, possible Brewer's blackbirds, and a number of other birds I couldn't identify.)

We've had a hard time finding the time to go hiking lately, even though we want to do it more often, so I'm glad we managed to get out today.

[osrphotography]

Ace Heavy Haulage is well known across New Zealand for their distinctive yellow 6x4 and 8x4 tow trucks. What most people might not know is that they have an unconventional 6x6 Mercedes-Benz Unimog.

Although smaller than the conventional fleet (their 6 month old Scania is partially visible to the left of frame), it is used for rural salvage and recovery operations.

Most recently, it was employed in the Hawke's Bay region to assist with cyclone recovery.

[dcyllom]

Tag game! thanks for tagging me @506thpir :)

favourite: movie, hobby, animal, character, color, place, season, album, food (this is so long bear with me)

movie: Roman Holiday!! the second audrey hepburn film i ever saw, and my favourite :). it's so so good and is really one of the hallmarks of old hollywood movies (alongside other films obviously). it's so whimsical and carefree, the aesthetic is wonderful, and i love the ending as i feel it works perfectly for the characters.

hobby: tramping (or hiking as everyone who's not from nz calls it). i don't do this regularly as it's a huge effort to organise, but the walks in new-zealand are just incredible, the photo is one i took on the kepler track in the South Island <3. being able to have time with your thoughts with a great view and a walk is something i enjoy a lot.

animal: i don't really have a favourite animal, but lately i've loved borzois. they're just so.. noodly, haha. and very shy and silly.

character: goneril from king lear. my favourite shakespeare play, and my favourite character. she's so interesting and complex and so genuinely evil. the best ever to be honest. i think she's the black haired one judging from clothing? there's so many layers to her and so many possible ways to interpret her actions/words. a very evil gal who girl-bosses, gaslights, AND gate-keeps (literally).

colour: british racing green, especially on cars/bikes, it just looks so nice and i associate it with going for a ride/drive in the countryside. i love vintage cars in this colour.

place: taupō (toe-paw), new-zealand. a holiday spot for my family in both summer and winter, i spent a lot of my childhood here and it was always wonderful. skiing (three mountains), bush walks, fishing, boating, etc. lake taupō is actually the crater of an extinct super volcano!! it last exploded in 250 CE and the eruption was so large the ash fell in China.

season: autumn, especially in hawkes-bay where i grew up -- a lot of the region looks like tuscany, as it's mostly countryside and vineyards unless you're right by the sea, loads of poplar trees and sheep (+ horses!!). the river in the picture is called the Tutaekuri and was flooded recently in Cyclone Gabrielle.

album: Americana by Neil Young and Crazy Horse. Been a favourite for years, i love nearly every song with Clementine and Wayfarin' Stranger at the top. Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana del Rey was a very close second.

food: it's impossible for me to pick a favourite food, so i'm going with a comfort food, which is scones with jam and cream. there are other foods better than this, but you will never ever catch me refusing a scone.

this was so so long it's basically an infodump on me, lol. props to you if you read it all but i really wouldn't blame you if you just looked at the pictures.

tagging (no pressure &lt;3): @rosesthistlesandclovers, @hxad-ovxr-hxart :)

[incandesang]

you okay in the cyclone? seen some wild videos of the destruction

yeah! i lived in an area that wasn’t hit particularly badly. we lost all the trees in our front garden and the house flooded (again) but we got off very, very light compared to other areas. my dad’s road is closed for the foreseeable future due to slips, his neighbour’s back garden + shed is gone bc of a slip, and a few people around him have had their houses ‘yellow stickered’, meaning there has been significant structural damage and access to the building is restricted. there aren’t many condemned buildings around me. we dodged pretty much all of that, luckily.

huge areas of the country are effectively cut off, and people’s houses flooded up to and over their roofs. parts of northland are still without power, state highways are closed because the ground under them was quite literally swept away, and bridges connecting communities were destroyed. it was literally apocalyptic-level destruction and damage to the hawke’s bay region + napier. entire communities have been destroyed, and eleven people (as of two days ago) were killed.

here are some pictures i stole from rnz that show the damage sustained in hawke’s bay + state highway one.

if anyone wants to/can donate to the worst-hit area, i’ll just stick a link in this post and you can check it out if you want to.

[jenareuter]

I'm baaacckk on home soil again!

The holiday break was pleasant with my friends and grandmother, although it was a real sad experience to see the damage of the cyclone through Hawkes Bay in New Zealand. Do consider donating if you're able, the region and its farming won't recover for several years.

[charlesandmartine]

Wednesday 22nd February 2023

Drizzle! What a wake up call! Well we were travelling so that's okay. First up as soon as we had started the 176km journey was to pop into the Pit Stop café in Woodenbong for breakfast.

The girl there assured us that it would be possible to do proper sunny side up eggs with the English style bacon and toast. Assurances given we chose a nice table in the courtyard before it chucked it down again. Whilst we waited, a local called Tim felt we would benefit from his life history and family genealogy dating back to Viking times! As you can imagine, a timeline of this longevity can take a little while and we were well into the toast section before we could persuade him we didn't know anyone called Dennis in England and for peace to descend on our repast and for the second day running the Aboriginal waitresses forgot our coffee.

We have really unexpectedly enjoyed Woodenbong and were sad to leave it. But Woodenbong in the rain would not have been a great prospect so off we went in the Nissan through the stunning countryside set amongst the mountain range of the Tooloom National Park.. The first town on route was Legume. Well I'm sure it was but there was nothing there and we missed it. Soon after this somewhat anonymous encounter, we suddenly left NSW behind us and we found ourselves in Queensland, The Sunshine State. Not only lost NSW but also an hour, it was 12.10 again! The second town on our trip today was Killarney; a charming little place that we felt deserved a look. It was named by a land surveyor and homesteader John Sydney O'Brien in 1840 because it reminded him of Killarney in Southern Ireland, so he poured a pint of Irish in the lake and named it Killarney. To start with it had a little antique shop with a very chatty Aussie lady in it. Top marks so far then. The heritage centre was shut of course but it did have a box of tourist maps outside. We trailed around the township with one looking at the heritage buildings and were entirely satisfied with Killarney. Then the rain started again and we rejoined our route; next stop Warwick. No not that one. With no castle to look at we wondered what it would yield. Tourist information ladies were extremely helpful in providing a town map with its heritage route clearly highlighted for us. Basically, fundamentally, you just walk around the block to see the Town Hall, Masonic Centre, Church, Police Station and Law Courts, but even so it was very enjoyable and the map was also able to direct us to the station where there's an embryo of a heritage railway, the Southern Downs Steam Railway. We were shown around the fascinating little museum and engine shed by an extremely enthusiastic volunteer who explained the hopes and plans for this enterprise. Interest in heritage railway is steadily growing in Australia and I'm sure it will have a great future. It's just about 30years behind the UK in capability.

With one more stop for a brew, we headed on to our new digs for the next couple of nights in Cranley, a rural suburb of Toowoomba, which is probably roughly 130km due west and inland from Brisbane. It's a lovely spacious apartment, probably the largest we've had, in the grounds of our landlords house and shared by two goats, chickens and a duck. I think we shall be happy here. We can now say that combining both this and our last trip in 2019, we have now travelled all the way from Victoria across NSW and into Queensland.

Other parts of Australia are suffering at the moment. Southern Australia is experiencing a heat wave, north of Melbourne there's a large bush fire, Sydney had flash flooding yesterday and NZ North Island is really struggling with the after effects of Cyclone Gabrielle leaving billions of dollars worth of damage especially in the Hastings and Napier region of Hawkes Bay.

ps. It might be The Sunshine State, but Thursday morning finds us in cloud and 19 degrees. Weather promises to improve.

[slidesworthseeing]

Found slide: Memorial Arch for the victims of the 1931 earthquake, Napier, Aotearoa New Zealand, circa 1957 (photographer unknown). Thinking of friends and whānau in the Hawkes Bay region affected by Cyclone Gabrielle

[wingedjewels]

Red-shouldered Hawk by bubble_boy Via Flickr: California Coyote Hills Regional Park Alameda Creek Quarry Lakes Fremont Bay Area San Francisco USA East Bay Nature Birds Wildlife Photography Travel Wild Trails ebparksok

[rhox-n-moss]

What are some of the most interesting animals you've documented?

Each region’s got their own little quirk, so I’ll go by that, I guess.

Pangaia’s Sponge-ribbed Spider is one high up on the charts. They are named so for the spongy meat around their chest which makes them a delicacy in certain parts of Pangaia. They’re pretty large, about the size of… say, a wallet. These spiders are actually closer to tarantulas, but no one really cares. They’re brightly colored orange and yellow, and squishy. Which is why I’ll never try Sponge-ribbed Spider. Their webs are more liquid than web, so they form a pitcher plant-like structure and allow the dew from their webs to collect in the middle.

Zenith’s has the Spout-Wandering Centipede, it wanders around hot springs and consumes the plankton. The thing is, it’s also absolutely huge, maybe the size of a Carrier Boa (train). I have no idea how it survives like that, but it does whatever it does, I guess. Particularly, though, it’s got very few organs, it kind of fills itself up like a balloon during drinks, then filters out what it needs and saves a good amount of water in an insulated sac and spews out the rest.

Icada has the Spear-tongued Hawk. It’s an omnivorous thing with a beak strong enough to break bone and corrosive venom, at the roof of its mouth is a sac that allows it to latch onto things but also allows a spear-shaped tooth to eject, mostly used to aim at the eyes for blinding. It’s a pretty thing, but it still gives me a fright whenever I see a blind mammal somewhere.

Finally, Apperiti’s got the Stone-Stripper. It’s a feline with an appetite for minerals within rock, it’s a strange form of synthesis, but it keeps many pests and such at bay, so the folks love them.

[rvrfavorites]

The Australian Plate is a significant tectonic player in the southern Pacific region #australia #sea Australian Plate The Australian Plate plays a major role in the geology of the southern Pacific. The plate obviously contains the continent of Australia, but also interacts with the Pacific and Eurasian plates that surround it to the east and north. On the southeast- ern margin of the Australian Plate is the island nation of New Zealand. New Zealand straddles the boundary between the Pacific Plate and the Australian Plate. A small transform section of the plate boundary makes up the Alpine Fault that cuts across New Zealand’s South Island. The North Island’s volcanic activity is due to subduction of the Pacific Plate beneath the Australian Plate. North of New Zealand, the Tonga Arc is caused by subduction of the Pacific Plate beneath the Australian Plate. The islands of Tonga owe their existence to volcanic activity re- sulting from the subduction but they also experience many large earthquakes every year. North of Tonga, the subduction zone makes an abrupt turn to the west. It ex- tends through Vanuatu and the Solomon Islands to Papua New Guinea, and changes subduction direction. Along this boundary, the Australian Plate is subducting be- neath the Pacific Plate. From the western tip of the island of New Guinea westward throughout the Indonesian archipelago, the Australian Plate is subducting beneath the Eurasian Plate. This subduction has created the Indonesian islands, and is re- sponsible for the volcanic and earthquake activity seen throughout the country. The nation of Tonga is found on the Australian Plate. Tonga is the site of nearly 50 volcanoes, several of which have been active in the last 200 years. One of the most intriguing eruptions within the Tonga Arc was that of Home Reef, a subma- rine volcano. When it erupted in August 2006, it produced a large pumice raft that was photographed by yachtsmen. The photographs were widely distributed and represented a coveted glimpse of this rare phenomenon. The island of New Guinea also lies on the Australian Plate. The island is divided almost precisely in half; the eastern portion is the nation of Papua New Guinea (a former British possession), and the western half belongs to Indonesia. Strong earthquakes occur in all of these areas. The tectonic situation around the eastern portion of Papua New Guinea is extremely complex. Six microplates in this area interact to form a diffuse boundary between the Pacific Plate and Australian Plate. The North and South Bismarck, Manus, Solomon Sea, Woodlark, and Caroline plates create a situation in which a series of small subduction zones and transform boundaries create the small islands to the northeast of Papua New Guinea. Although large earthquakes are common throughout the nations on the edges of the Australian Plate, deaths caused by those earthquakes are relatively rare. The deadliest of these earthquakes occurred in New Zealand when 256 people lost their lives in an earthquake at Hawke’s Bay in 1931. Tsunamis tend to be more destructive and deadly than the earthquakes themselves. Major loss of life has occurred throughout Oceania as a result of both locally generated tsunamis and those arriving from distant shores