#Talon Hawk

[herd-reject-arts]

So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this

Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.

So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"

It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead

Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.

[daphnekissart]

contributing to the chaos 

[you-dont-belong-here]

When Fiona Apple sang, “How can I ask anyone to love me, when all I do is beg to be left alone,” and when Mitski sang, “you’re growing tired of me, and all the things I don’t talk about,” and when Julien Baker sang, “it’s not easy when what you think of me is important, and I know it shouldn’t be so damn important, but it is to me,” and when Elliott Smith sang, “I’m alone but that’s okay, I don’t mind most of the time; I don’t feel afraid to die,” and when the Front Bottoms sang, “sometimes you get sad when we’re together because you’re not sure if you’ll miss me when I’m gone,” and when

[pointycorgiears]

Shanks, talking to Mihawk over the transponder snail: Hawkeyes! It's good to hear from you! You've been really quiet lately! How are you doing?

Mihawk, glancing at the Seraphim child eating lunch next to him: I had a baby.

Shanks: WHAT!?!?

Buggy, sitting next to Mihawk: That's not how you're supposed to say that...

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Edit: Part 2!

[eggsdrawings]

dabihawks post-war pizza au 🛵💨

“you’ve still got a pizza my war-torn heart” by phanatics 🍕

[martitheevans]

[midwestingmyemo]

what if the front bottoms were the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bottoms and instead of sleeping on a twin size mattress we got 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 on a twin size mattress

(I'm sorry for this post)

[ifuckinghatebriansella]

you are my peach

you are my plum

you are my piss

you are my cum

[younmenher]

i'm never gonna get over the fact that if you listen to the album "talon of the hawk" by the front bottoms in order it goes from TWIN SIZED MATTRESS to PEACH??? for reference, tsm ends with:

SHE HOPES I'M CURSED FOREVER TO SLEEP ON A TWIN-SIZED MATTRESS IN SOMEBODY'S ATTIC OR BASEMENT MY WHOOOOLE LIFE, NEVER GRADUATING UP IN SIZE TO ADD ANOTHER AND MY NIGHTMARES WILL HAVE NIGHTMARES EVERY NIGHT.

and the first lines of peach are:

you are my peach! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) you are my plum! (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) you are my earth! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ you are my sun! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

so silly

[midwestemokilledmygrandma]

midwest emo fans be like talon of the hawk tuah jk no midwest emo fan has ever had sex

[cowboylikeyouu]

no song will ever hit the way twin size mattress does

[beatfein]

Still I scrub and scrub 'til my body bleeds

Convince myself I am coming clean

Forget and ignore who I used to be

That kid is never coming back

[nova-raptor]

french isn’t real it was made up for “Au Revoir (Adios)” by the front bottoms on hit album “talon of the hawk” tf you mean “France” that’s not real?????

[pointycorgiears]

Shanks, still conversing with Mihawk on a snail call: So, Hawkeyes, this baby of yours? Tell me about it! Is it cute!?

Mihawk: My child's name is Dracule Talon. He looks just like me. He will be quite handsome when he grows up, but to answer your question, right now he is very cute.

Talon: *gags*

Shanks: Does he have your eyes?

Mihawk: Yes, quite so.

Shanks: Sweet!

Mihawk: He also has my hair.

Shanks: Aww!

Mihawk: And his feathers are quite soft.

Shanks: ....his uh, what?

Mihawk: His dagger-like fingers are impressive as well.

Shanks: Umm, okay...

Mihawk: He loves to eat tuna meat, fresh caught from the sea. I blend it with grapes and nuts, so we both enjoy it.

Shanks: *slight gagging noise*

Mihawk: He's also already very good with a blade. When I first carried him, I never thought I could be a father. Yet, here we are... *notices Buggy accidentally splashed him with a drink while setting a glass down* Oh Buggy, you did this to me.

Shanks: *choking on the other end* B-Buggy!?!? Your son came from Buggy???

Mihawk: Technically, Buggy alerted me to Talon's existence. However, the child did come from an Egg-oh, Talon, save some of that for Crocodile later, would you?

Shanks: E-Eg-EGG!? .....*line goes quiet*

Mihawk: My apologies, Shanks, where was I? ....Shanks?

Buggy: *yelling at the receiver* Benn, are you there? Did he faint?

Benn: Yep. Out cold. *looooong sigh* Talk to you later, I guess. *hangs up the call*

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Continuation of this post. XD

[asheepinthenight]

Remedy (Talon's End Extra April 2024)

Some short fluff for this month's extra! MC comes down with a bad cold, and Hawk doesn't know what to do about it. Contains mild spoilers for post-game Hawk/MC relationship. Mostly written for the romantic version of their relationship but could also be queerplatonic (maybe even platonic, depending on how you feel about cuddling and forehead kisses) if you ignore a couple lines near the end.

You sneeze for what feels like the hundredth time in the last hour, and Hawk's head immediately snaps up to look at you. They put their book aside and lean over to put their hand to your forehead. The difference in temperature between their cold skin and your feverish body makes you shiver. They tuck the covers around you more tightly and look down at you as if, should they blink, you will come untethered from this mortal coil.

"It's just a bad cold, Hawk."

They narrow their eyes at you. "Many animals feign wellbeing in their final days. Self-preservation instinct to avoid predators' attention."

"I don't think I'm feigning 'wellbeing' very well."

Hawk gives you a rueful smile. "No. You're not."

You reach over to pat Hawk's hand where they're unthinkingly pulling a loose thread from the edge of the blanket. "I'll be well in a few days."

"That's what you said yesterday."

"And it's still true��it's only been one day so far."

Hawk scowls at the accuracy of your statement, and your laugh initiates another round of coughing. Once it passes, you look up to see the same look of deep alarm that you've seen in Hawk's golden eyes too many times since yous tarted falling ill. "You're sure this is normal?" they ask

"Very sure."

Hawk manages to sustain a few seconds of anxious silence before resuming their questioning. "And you don't need a healer...?"

You shake your head. "Just rest. You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"I want to. If you want me to."

You nod, and they reach out to take your hand in theirs. Though Hawk's body isn't warm, it's not unlike a blanket: once it takes on enough of your own body heat, it holds it there, insulating you from the cold outside the bed. As you close your eyes and try to relax, you can feel the anxious static of Hawk's energy fade toward their usual calm.

You drift in and out of sleep, the fever and cough keeping you from resting deeply. After some time, you wake up sweating and kick all the blankets off, only to later wake again shivering. You sit up to hazily claw the blankets back over yourself, but you feel yourself being pulled into Hawk's arms as they lie down next to you, sweeping the blankets up over you both.

"Ridiculous," Hawk says as you bury your face against their chest. "Just rest."

"I'm trying," you say through chattering teeth.

Hawk sighs. "I don't know anything about... any of this. I don't think I'm helping."

"You are." You hold onto Hawk tightly as they rub your back, the warmth slowly returning to you.

"There are times I've wished I were born mortal, but I don't want this part."

You laugh—carefully, so you don't start coughing again—and pull away just enough to look at Hawk. "You'll have to leave the bed when I get too warm again."

"The human body makes no sense."

"Did you just realize that?"

Hawk scoffs and kisses your forehead. "Hardly, but I'll endure the whims of your fever and leave when you ask."

"You'll stay nearby, though?"

"Of course. As long as you want me to."

"Forever, then?"

Hawk chuckles. "You don't need to waste energy courting me; I'm already yours. So yes." They press their lips to the top of your head. "Forever."

[heartshapeddude]

HAWKS WITH TALONS!!!!! canon in my heart. this drawing also rlly helped me explore a diff art style he heheheh