#hawk nest

[edithmtl-artmavie]

Ici, les 2 propositions que j’ai dessinées pour la 11e semaine du Inktober52, édition 2023. Le sujet était « Hawk », soit faucon ou épervier.

Je me suis inspirée de photos trouvées sur Google Images.

[uwmspeccoll]

Feathursday Wood Engravings

Here are four wood-engraved birds and a nested feather from the Fifth Triennial Exhibition, 2024-2026 of the Wood Engravers’ Network (WEN), the national organization for American wood engravers, juried by our head of Special Collections Max Yela. From top to bottom:

Snow Bird (we think this is a Junco), 4"x6", by Indiana printmaker Jody Bruns.

The Magpie & The Rat, 6"x4", by Pennsylvania visual artist Stacie Bumgarner.

Raptor (looks like a Cooper's Hawk), 5"x7", by New Hampshire wood engraver R. P. Hale.

Gotcha (definitely a Roadrunner), 4"x3", by Kentucky artist Terry Norvell.

Nestle, 3.5" x 3.6", by Wisconsin wood engraver Tony Drehfal.

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[hopefulkidshark]

Hawk's Nest, New York: The Hawk's Nest is a scenic location outside Port Jervis, New York high above the Delaware River on New York State Route 97. Its name is derived from the birds of prey that nest in the area. The location is also known for its winding roads and scenic overlooks in the Delaware River Valley. Route 97 was originally a one-lane dirt road built in 1859. Wikipedia

[pealingpetals]

Snuggling can get kinda awkward when you're dealing with the whole wingspan, but they make it work.

[hotwings-incorrect-quotes]

*late evening, police station, lov got caught bc they stole shopping cart to ride it, all of them are booked and it’s dabi’s turn*

police officer: name?

dabi: dabi.

police officer: surname?

dabi: just dabi, think of it like about “beyoncé”

police officer: *already doubting their life choices* occupation?

dabi: token emo villain

police officer: any addictions?

dabi: all of them

police officer: *sighs* any family?

dabi: no, thank you

police officer: i see, who should we call in case of an emergency?

dabi: i have a post pigeon, you can call him i guess

bonus

*it’s like 4 in the morning and hawks’ phone is ringing*

hawks: *sleepy, picks up the phone* hello?

police officer: good morning sir, we got this number to call it in case of an emergency. i believe we have your boyfriend to pick up from the police station.

hawks: *growls* i’ll kill him... what did he do? arson?

police officer: no... he stole a shopping cart with his friends and violated quiet hours.

hawks: oh god, i’ll kill him for real this time.

*suddenly on the other side of the phone*

police officer: PUT OUT THIS FIRE SIR!!

[the-horizon-lounge3041]

Had a little bit of time to draw this pic that has been dancing in my brain for a few weeks. And yes, Harpy Aloy would build a giant nest for her and Talanah…and Khalis. And she would snore loud

Once again Khalis is from @kelsochronicles

[okeutocalma]

Takami Keigo ( Hawks ) — Male reader.

Gif não é meu, créditos ao artista!

[Nome] terminou de colocar o bolo no centro da mesa, ajustando os pequenos detalhes com o olhar atento de quem queria que tudo estivesse perfeito. O bolo sendo temático do Homem aranha, o favorito de seu passarinho.

Um sorriso suave tomou seus lábios ao observar a mesa decorada. Ao seu redor, Enji, Aizawa, Mirko e outros heróis estavam presentes, quietos o ajudavam a arrumar a pequena celebração para Hawks, sem necessidade de muitas palavras. Era uma festa simples.

Quando os últimos ajustes foram feitos, [Nome] passou os olhos pela sala, uma última vez, satisfeito com o que via. Ele então se virou para o grupo com um tom leve, mas com a usual tranquilidade que o acompanhava.

— Vou lá acordar o Hawks — disse, referindo-se ao marido, que descansava no quarto enquanto tudo era preparado. Sua voz carregava uma ternura quase palpável, refletindo o carinho que colocara em cada detalhe da festa.

— Vai lá — Aizawa falou, voltando o olhar irritadiço para Enji que retirava o saco de dormir dele do chão.

Fazia algumas horas que tinham chegado, como Hawks não estava por ali, [Nome] já deduziu que ele estava cochilando. Aproveitando isso, o herói entrou na casa com os colegas e arrumou tudo.

Você subiu as escadas e foi em direção ao quarto compartilhado. Ao entrar, havia uma quantidade enorme de penas vermelhas decorando a cama de vocês. Longas, mas muito macias para voar direito, a espinha muito flexível.

[Nome] sabia que eram as propriedades de um pássaro perto do período de nidificação e Keigo não estava enchendo o quarto à toa, apenas seus instintos naturais e seu código genético se fundindo enquanto suas penas ficavam mais fofas para isolar seu ninho e ele começou a deixá-las para mantê-lo aquecido, para fazer um ninho para você.

Seu chilrear brilhante parecia tirá-lo do sono com bastante frequência ultimamente, bem quando o sol nascia e você se levantava, o loiro acomodava-se na cama de casal enquanto suas asas se contraiam, inchando até seu tamanho máximo, então o dono de fios [claros|escuros] não conseguia evitar se acomodar contra qualquer uma delas enquanto ele as envolvia protetoramente ao redor do lado virado para longe dele.

— O que é isso, Keigo? — O homem perguntou, vendo que as penas estavam organizadas em um grande círculo.

— Você gostou? — Havia um ronronar em sua voz, um sotaque suave, como se ele estivesse um pouco embriagado. Ele queria aprovação, a sua aprovação.

— É lindo, mas para quê?

— Meu ninho. Nosso ninho.

[Nome] consegue ver o sorriso dele, levando as mãos na cintura de seu passarinho, isso o atinge. A sensibilidade, a necessidade de ficar com você o tempo todo.

— O-oh... — Ele balbuciou levemente choroso, arqueando suavemente as costas enquanto voltava seus olhos a face de seu homem — Você aceita nosso ninho? Toma-o como seu?

A voz dele é tão doce, ansiando por aprovação. Você só consegue imaginá-lo, reorganizando todas as penas alegremente, limpando o chão completamente para que ele pudesse empilhar aqueles cobertores macios com perfeição em meio as fofas e vermelhas penas, decorá-lo com travesseiros, suas roupas e certificar-se de que ainda era confortável para ficar.

Ele deve ter ficado tão orgulhoso de si mesmo, nervoso até, quando terminou seu ninho e quis mostrar a você. [Nome] tirou as mãos da cintura do amado e segurou as mãos de Hawks, dedos em suas garras que eram menos afiadas na época do acasalamento para não machucar o parceiro.

Poderia ser considerado algo bom ou ruim, o acasalamento caindo exatamente em seu anivers��rio.

— Sim, eu gostei, meu amor. Amei nosso lindo ninho.

[...]

Agora nus, deitados no meio do ninho, o loiro solta um som suave subindo suavemente em cima de você e beijando seu rosto com adoração. Ama seu homem, não importava que ele fosse mais velho, muito maior que si.

— Posso? — Ele perguntou como um bom menino.

— Mhm...vá em frente, meu doce. — [Nome] falou, levando as mãos na bunda do menor e segurando com força, o levantando o suficiente para conseguir sentar.

Keigo cantarola, colocando os braços em volta do seu pescoço como se quisesse puxá-lo para mais perto, para dar-lhe sinal verde.

— Coloca...

[Nome] soltou as nádegas de Keigo com delicadeza, mas manteve o outro firme, apoiado em seu braço. Com a mão livre segurou o pau latejante e levou na entrada do loiro, o homem menor gemeu enquanto descia lentamente pelo falo gordo, seu interior se adaptando ao pau grosso.

Não demorou muito para o herói alado começar a cavalgar, indo de cima para baixo avidamente sobre ele, seu buraco aberto engolindo o enorme pau do amado.

Keigo jogou sua própria cabeça para trás e torceu seus quadris, as asas atrás dele se eriçaram e tremeram. Seu corpo inteiro começou a empurrar para cima a cada estocada. O aperto de [Nome] sobre ele apenas aumentou, e seu próprio pau balançou impotente contra seu estômago.

— Ah!

—Mm, Keigo, eu te amo.

O herói agarrou os lados de Keigo e o empurrou para baixo na cama. O loiro chiou quando suas costas - e suas asas sensíveis - atingiram a maciez, mas foi rapidamente substituído por gemidos quando [Nome] se empurrou de volta para dentro e começou a fodê-lo com força nos lençóis, estalando seus quadris e batendo em sua pequena bunda. O alado agarrou desesperadamente os lençóis e puxou.

—Ah, [Nome]...vou, vou...

—Eu também, amor... Eu posso sentir isso... Ao mesmo tempo, sim?

[Nome] agarrou o pau de Keigo e o masturbou junto às estocadas rápidas. Foi tudo o que precisou para o outro gritar enquanto sua liberação quente se derramava sobre a mão do amado e em seu peito.

[akurui-shizen7]

Hawks: I don’t do relationships.

[Name]: *exists*

Hawks: Shit.

[mjrtaurus]

Dragon ruminating over the fate of Portgas D. Ace and how it started even before he was born with hundreds of women and babies from the South Blue being butchered just on the chance one of them was carrying the Pirate King's child. How he distanced himself from his own son for years out of the fear of this happening. He's seen how much hatred the world has towards children whose parents have been deemed criminals and now he has two more to fear that happening to. Gabriel probably won't be welcomed in Alabasta for years, if ever.

Aside from being physically identical to their clone fathers, Gryphon and Gabriel have already been unleashed upon would-be rebel nations by the World Government before their deprogramming. Some islands don't even have any concept of what cyborgs are, so they were seen as demons. And seas knows somebody like Vinsmoke Judge would love to reverse-engineer them to have more advanced clone soldiers who can fight from the earliest age possible. Dragon is so scared for the future of these boys, and Kuma's son, and all of the Seraphim.

It’s something that comes up in conversation with Crocodile after a few drinks.

Crocodile, like Nico Robin, is probably one of only a few who understand the horrors of what’s weighing on Dragon’s mind.

If it hadn’t been for Whitebeard claiming him as his own flesh and blood at God Valley, Crocodile would have been killed. The World Government wanted Xebec and whatever heirs he might have had dead, and it didn’t matter how many innocent children were murdered in order to get that done.

One of the things Crocodile had used his Warlord status to obtain was the records on this extermination. He didn’t have the clearance for it, true, but he did have plenty of money to pay off a few crooked archivists who did.

Of the dozens that had been slaughtered, only two had belonged to his half-siblings. A little girl who had only been five, and a baby boy who hadn’t even seen a year… every last one of the names listed had been a child that had been stolen from their bed, a home raided, a mother imprisoned, and a life snuffed out.

There was a damn good reason he stayed Portgas D. Ace’s execution.

It was the same reason why he and Dragon sent Luffy away to live in peace, far away from the cursed legacy of his fathers.

And now Gryphon and Gabriel were to be met with the same hostility from the World Government, and with far less sympathy from the civilian populace.

They knew Gryphon could endure with their support, he was a strong boy. It would be rough, but he could make it. But Gabriel? Poor Gabriel that wanted nothing but to make friends and play and be happy? No soul was more doomed to break under this senseless cruelty than his.

Crocodile is terrified of what is to become of sweet little Gabriel- Hayati, his life- if they fail to change the world.

Would he be frightened, like he had been? Would he be lonely, like he had been? Would he be bitter? Would he be angry? Would he be lonely? Would he be monstrous?

Would he be hopeless, like he had been?

[cuspidgoddess]

Archive of Our OwnMaster List

The Flock of Villains AU

A Gilded Cage is Still a Cage Completed Hawks is honest w/ the LOV from the start about his mission

The Best Things in Life are Free Completed Continuation of A Gilded Cage

How to Build a Nest Completed Fumikage Tokoyami centric

The Greatest Gift is Loving You Completed Co-Writer: @savi909 Natsuo Todoroki/Stolas Yew centric side fic

Sweet Dreams and Beautiful Nightmares

In Process

If the Mini Murder™️ became villains

Furless Babies

A Less Than Fluffy Situation Completed Hairless cat Dabi AU

Shedding Completed 1 Shot of the aftermath of A Less Than Fluffy Situation

Rough Patches Planned

[lavampira]

I can’t find the post again but the one about potentially liking things more if f*ndom didn’t treat them like they were canon. that’s how I feel about purple hawke

[little-birdies-nest]

i really wish people had more nuanced takes of hawks as a character

“oh hawks has never done anything wrong” “hawks they could never make me hate you” “hawks is evil” “snake” have you considered, maybe, that it doesn’t have to be black and white, that there is grey in between “victim” and “scum of the earth”.

[bearratic]

To Hawks, in the spring do you participate in bird like courtships?

“I already show off my best assets all year round, you know, but i’m not a picky bird. So even in the winter months i’m available for… practice.”

[He hoards the bed with pillows and leaves feathers everywhere in spring. Also known as an absolute mess.]

[hotwings-incorrect-quotes]

dabi: *wakes up in the middle of the night and the only thing he sees is two wide open, golden eyes right before his face* WHAT THE FUCK KEIGO?!

hawks: pretty, shiny come to the nest

dabi: god... kei, so where are we now if not in the nest?

hawks: no, i mean the new one

dabi: what new... *he sighs, gets up and follows hawks to the other room collapsed with blankets, pillows, random branches and feathers*

dabi, mumbling: fucking spring

[whatsnewalycat]

Hello, Happy Labor Day to my U.S. folks.

Just wanted to share some excerpts from The Book of the Dead by Muriel Rukeyser, an epic poem about the Hawk’s Nest Tunnel Disaster.

STATEMENT: PHILIPPA ALLEN

From THE DISEASE

GEORGE ROBINSON: BLUES

From THE BILL

[dhampireblogger]

you know when things go Bad and you catch yourself thinking "I just have to Be Better and More Productive about this" so you have to go no no no~!! and forcefully make a nest to settle down in.

as much as I've been Hardwired to overwork myself to exhaustion. I'm slowly Learning New Skills. and Im now aware that That Is Bad. so Im being put on timeout in the Soft Nest until I can think straight again.