#high rise invasion icons

[konxrin]

sniper mask. ♡

[morzyin]

๛ 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐎

[Tenkuu Shinpan]

[rudy-icons]

[lyde-u]

846

[serexvu]

Hi Can I please request a Kuon layout from High Rise Invasion.Thank you

thank you for your request <3

kuon shinzaki from high rise invasion

[dramaticngay]

small icon dump !!

i haven't had time to make any more than these + the jjk ones i just put up , so sorry !!

i'll try to get the rest out soon <3

like or reblog if using !!

[getsesko]

— Sniper Mask anime: High-Rise Invasion @Getsesko

[red-converse-hightops]

Facts ( she told me so )

Are They Bi?

Propaganda: swoons over pretty boys (Sniper, Prophet), dreams of holding her girl friend Nise's hand (and gave her a cheek kiss that one time uwu)

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Fashion History

for your next poem/story (pt. 2/2)

1950s

The 1950s were a time of large cultural and social change, which was reflected in the world of fashion. The Korean War began in 1950, followed by the introduction of the color TV in 1951. And in 1954, the modern civil rights movement began.

As the suburbs became popular, family and domesticity for women became a prominent force in society. Additionally, teenagers became fashion consumers and market leaders for the first time.

Due to technological advances, new fibers such as polyester, triacetate, and spandex are introduced. 

The prominent trend of the time was femininity, as shown by the prominence of Christian Dior's "New Look". Shape was emphasized by full swing skirts or narrow pencil skirts, as well as fitted bodices and a small waistline achieved with the help of petticoats and girdles. Elegant accessories and jewelry such as hats and pearls were popular at the time, and high heels were ubiquitous. Other trends included Peter Pan collars, tapered or capri pants, and the introduction of the bikini. 

1960s

The Beatles led the music and fashion “British Invasion,” influencing teenagers with their Mod aesthetic.

The Civil Rights movement led to the popularity of ethnic and African-inspired garments such as dashikis and caftans.

The 1960s were marked by eclecticism, both in fashion and society. A plethora of styles were fashionable at one time, ranging from space age fashions using vinyl and synthetics, to bold prints, colors, and disposable paper dresses inspired by Pop Art.

Mod fashion appeared on the London scene, with fashion designer Mary Quant as the “high priestess” of the style, and Twiggy as its supermodel.

Boutiques, a 1960s creation, began offering designer ready-to-wear collections, while easy-care fabrics were increasingly used by the general public.

Longer hemlines were dominant with maxi skirts and granny dresses, while hot pants and mini skirts were adopted by the younger market. These shorter hemlines popularized the use of pantyhose for modesty. As the decade progressed, chemise dresses that typified the dominant straight A-line silhouette became popular. Turtleneck blouses and sweaters were common, and sleeves were usually three-quarter length. Sleeveless tops were worn after the mid 1960s.

Jacqueline Kennedy became a major fashion icon, famous for her sophisticated style, pillbox hats, and pearls. Overall, hats in general experienced a decline in use, due to the popularity of high bouffant hairstyles.

Knee high go-go boots were popular, patent was often used, and low-heeled, square-toed shoes were common.

Popular accessories included headbands, bold jewelry, and matching shoes and handbags.

1970s

During the 1970s, the eclecticism of the previous decade continued, and influences from subcultures dominated fashion.

The Vietnam War ended in 1973, and the first Earth Day was celebrated in 1974.

The hippie subculture emphasized environmental awareness and social acceptance, translating into the popularity of natural fibers and earth tones, loose garments, blue jeans, and ethnic influences in dress.

Peasant blouses and skirts and psychedelic prints were popular, as well as historic revival styles.

In the late 1970s, music styles such as glam rock, disco, and punk influenced fashion and resulted in flashy, often shocking styles.

For the most part, clothing was loose and unstructured compared to previous decades. Skirts came in a variety of lengths — mini, midi, or maxi — although the mini and maxi were the most popular.

Unisex styles in clothing became a trend and were perpetuated by Diane Keaton’s character in the 1977 film, Annie Hall.

Trousers and blue jeans were worn by women more than ever before. Designer jeans arrived on the market, resulting in the birth of “licensing” for non-fashion products. Polyester was the other preferred textile for trousers.

1980s

With the rise of new media such as MTV, the 80s fashion landscape began to shift rapidly.

The televised wedding of Prince Charles and Diana Spencer caused a fashion frenzy, with "Lady Di's" elegant hats, tailored suits, and evening dresses making her a global style icon. 

The 1980s were known as the "Me" Generation, with an emphasis on logos and designer labels.

The decade also saw the rise of yuppie (young urban professionals) culture, and the introduction of the fitness craze.

In the world of high fashion, postmodernism and avant-garde fashion were vastly influential. With the introduction of yuppie culture, business attire and "power-dressing" with items like shoulder pads was a popular trend.

In light of the fitness craze, leg warmers, tights, and leotards were widely worn, and women accessorized with big hair, flashy costume jewelry, and bright heels.

In terms of undergarments, Madonna and Jean-Paul Gaultier inspired an underwear-as-outerwear trend alongside the popularity of Calvin Klein.

1990s

The 1990s reflected subcultures such as punk, goth, and grunge in fashion.

Hip-hop music became popular and as a result, urban fashion was popularized.

Unlike previous decades, the 1990s was notable for a more relaxed and casual look, as well as the introduction of technology such as cell-phones and pagers.

With the rise of globalization & technology, the fashion cycle began to speed up. 

1990s style was often considered "anti-fashion,"  with purposefully clashing or contradictory aesthetics.

Black, minimalist styles were popular, as well as vintage and 1970s style.

Many younger people sported crop tops, cargo pants, and blue jeans, and athletic wear in daily life. In terms of shoes, high heels, wedges, sandals, platforms, and sneakers were all widely worn.

More Notes: On Fashion ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References

[davros42]

Rewatching Classic Doctor Who, some episodes I haven't seen in years, some of the animated reconstructions I haven't seen at all.

The Dalek Invasion of Earth AKA Daleks Threaten Earth AKA The Invaders AKA The Daleks (II) AKA The Return of the Daleks AKA The Daleks in Europe AKA Serial K

In February, 1964 Dalekmania hit Britain. The Daleks was immediately popular, spiking ratings and drawing big attention to this new show, Doctor Who. The donation of two of the original Dalek props to a children's charity drew attention and interest in the Daleks remained high. In March a sequel story was commissioned from Terry Nation for the second season, based on the strength of both The Daleks and The Keys of Marinus.

And what a sequel it was! It made use of extensive location shoots, the sight of Daleks chasing the TARDIS crew around London were instantly iconic. It also features the first quarry shoot for the show and probably one of the few times a quarry appears as an actual Earth quarry in Doctor Who history. The original 4 Dalek models were joined by 2 new ones, to flesh out the ranks of the invading army, which led to some impressively complex shoots in and around the Dalek saucer. During one of these complex shoots, William Hartnell was injured and had to sit out for an episode. The less said about the slyther, however, the better. And despite the best efforts of the crew to step up their games, some of the sets feature some obvious backdrops.

The story opens with an fantastic hook, a man with some kind of strange apparatus on his head, lurches about, tearing the mechanical apparatus off his head, and throws himself into the river. The TARDIS arrives and everyone is excited to have apparently returned to Earth. They very quickly realize, however, something is amiss. Susan injures herself and the TARDIS is blocked by rubble, the party separates once again displaying absolutely no degree of genre savvy. Barbara and Susan are discovered and "rescued" by some human resistance fighters. The Doctor and Ian come face-to-face with the unexpected... a Dalek, rising from the Thames. It's quite a cliffhanger!

It turns out that the Daleks have bombarded Earth with meteorites, infected them with a plague, and then invaded. Some of the survivors were enslaved, others were turned into Robomen: cyborg servants of the Daleks who eventually go mad and kill themselves. The Doctor immediately starts sassing the Daleks, who do not realize they have made a grave mistake in invading the Doctor's favorite planet. The Daleks don't recognize the Doctor (or Ian). The Doctor assumes that their previous adventure with the Daleks is "millions" of years in the future, which seems like the Doctor making stuff up again. The Daleks are running a mining operation for reasons unknown and the Doctor and Ian are taken aboard a Dalek saucer and come face to face with the Black Dalek, first seen in the Dalek comics. Of course, he's not entirely black yet, he needs another episode or two to finish his paint job.

The human resistance attacks. The Doctor escapes, Ian stays behind, Barbara is hurt and separated from Susan who escapes with David, a member of the resistance. Upon recovery Barbara goes off with Jenny, another member of the resistance, to find bomb making materials and killing a Dalek by running it over with a truck. Amongst Barbara's many talents, she apparently has her CDL (or whatever the UK equivalent is). One wheelchair bound member of the resistance shows some limited ability to move without his mobility device, which, to judge from recent critique, some people think is the most unbelievable thing to ever happen in Doctor Who. The Doctor meets up with Susan and David, third wheel on their extended date. Ian and another escapee make their way toward the Dalek's mining operation, meeting Mr. Rumbold from Are You Being Served? along the way (Nicholas Smith in his first speaking role).

Barbara and Jenny get sold out to the Daleks by two old women and are taken to the mine. After a series of adventures and romantic moments: The Doctor, Susan, and David also arrive at the mine. It turns out the Daleks are going to mine out the core of the Earth replace it with an engine so that they can pilot the planet as they choose, like some kind of Death Star. Which is either the dumbest thing I've ever heard or the most brilliant, I'm not sure. The Daleks are in the process of dropping a bomb down into the Earth's core when The Doctor and Barbara force the Robomen to turn on the Daleks through the power of impressions and everyone escapes, except the Daleks who are caught in the explosion. The Earth's core survives intact, but England gets a new active volcano.

The TARDIS is freed from debris and while Susan is busy debating leaving David, the Doctor makes her mind up for her, leaving her behind (with only one shoe?) to help rebuild the Earth, becoming the first companion to leave. Or be left anyway. Jenny was originally meant to become the new companion at this point but there were issues behind the scenes that prevented the character from being more than a one-shot. Personally I rather like Jenny, she would have made a much more interesting companion than Vicki.

It's a wonderful serial, using it's six episodes to the fullest and throwing almost everything into the mix to craft an impressive story, even alligators in the sewers. It feels more like Doctor Who than anything we've seen thus far. The Doctor taking a keen interest in upsetting the Daleks' plans and the crew firmly in the protagonist roles. William Hartnell gets at least three all-time classic lines including the famous speech at the end. It is a little convoluted, maybe, but almost everything is in service to the plot. There actually is a fair amount of effort put in to justifying David and Susan's relationship, more so than I remembered. They're actually kind of cute together? While it establishes the terrible "marrying off the companion to a guy she just met" standard exit, it is handled better here than in most other stories. Despite some cheap set backdrops (and the horrible slyther costume), there's some great camerawork and much more complex staging and scenes than we've seen previously. The Dalek Invasion of Earth spiked the Daleks' popularity even further leading to an avalanche of merchandising, comics, live appearances, and two feature films. And another sequel story, cementing the Daleks as the Doctor's only recurring nemesis in these early days. It also assured the popularity of the show, scoring high ratings.

Next up, The Rescue. The Doctor gets a new "granddaughter". For the first time, but not the last time.

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

Wrestling’s Bad Boys : The Story of The nWo and The Monday Night Wars

During the 1990s , Vince McMahon’s World Wrestling Federation and Ted Turner’s World Championship were in competition with each other to see which shows could get better ratings, this was called ‘ The Monday Night Wars ’. In 1993 , Ted Turner appointed a former wrestling commentator named Eric Bischoff ask executive producer of WCW. Bischoff took the failing promotion and turned it around by having creative and financial control. His vision was to turn from a Southern wrestling company to a modernized one that he knew people would tune in and watch. In order to do this, Bischoff eliminated a lot of Southern accents on commentary, increased the production value , avoided house shows with no income , and increased the number of big Pay-Per-Views for the company. He even recruited big names in the business such as Hulk Hogan and Macho Man Randy Savage.

In 1995, Bischoff wanted to compete with the WWF. He met with Ted Turner to see what he could do to compete with WWF RAW. Thus, Turner approved his idea and Monday Nitro was born. The inaugural episode of the show debuted on September 4,1995 and this kicked off the Monday Night War, and both companies battled for viewers and high ratings each week. Between 1995 and 1996, both the WWF and WCW would take turns beating each other in TV ratings. Nevertheless, WCW would be on top for 83 weeks.

The reason that WCW stayed on top of the ratings war in 1996 , was the rise of a new faction and storyline. This faction would come to be known as the New World Order ( nWo). The storyline started out with The Outsiders , Scott Hall, and Kevin Nash , leaving the WWF to come to Monday Nitro. People thought they were there on behalf of Vince McMahon to get a proxy war started. The Outsiders stated they would soon be joined by a third man. Therefore , the third man was revealed to be Hulk Hogan. Monday Nitro was always live while WWF RAW would alternate between live shows and taped shows. With this storyline , Bischoff hoped to get to WCW’s 18 to 35 year old range for their programming. Alongside the main booker for the promotion, Kevin Sullivan , Bischoff did so by using real names and edgier gimmicks. For example, Sting , one of the most popular stars of WCW went from colorful face paint to a look inspired by the movie , The Crow. They also added a new division to the show, the Cruiserweight division.

For the nWo , Eric Bischoff was influenced by NJPW when he attended their Battle Formation show in Japan in 1996.

During the nWo Invasion storyline , Eric Bischoff would be attacked by The Outsiders at Bash At The Beach in 1996. Hall and Nash kept teasing their third man during the attack as well. Nevertheless, Bischoff soon joined the group as their manager after Rowdy Roddy Piper revealed him to be the mystery new member of the group. Scott Hall called Bischoff’s gimmick , ‘ Eazy E ’. Bischoff also had a talk show similar to The Tonight Show , with Miss Elizabeth being his co host. The downfall of the promotion came in 1998 when WWF rebranded with the Attitude Era and took the top spot in the ratings. Soon, the nWo broke off into a few different groups. And the end of WCW came when Vince Russo replaced Bischoff and Vince McMahon purchasing the company.

Eric Bischoff now has a podcast called 83 weeks and a show called Wise Choices. Bischoff was inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame in 2021 and the nWo was inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame in 2020.

My Final Thoughts:

The Monday Night Wars will always be one of my favorite things to talk about when it comes to professional wrestling. I was born in 1997 during it. I also absolutely love the nWo because they were different. They made it cool to be the bad guy. I probably would’ve mainly watched WCW just so I could cheer them on. Eric Bischoff is one of the most iconic names in wrestling history. To me , he changed the game when WCW had its rebrand. He’s also a major reason I became a manager. I study him all of the time. I even bought an nWo shirt because I’m a big fan. I’ll always be nWo 4 Life!

Love You All,

- Kay

[republicsecurity]

A Glimpse Behind the Red Visor

Teen Tech & Heroes, Issue #24

By Sarah Summers, Teen Tech Correspondent

Imagine a world where heroes don't wear capes but red body armor, and their smiles are hidden behind visors. In this world, Tactical Paramedic MA35X is one of those silent saviors, a young hero working tirelessly to keep us safe. We had the chance to accompany him for a day.

The Early Morning Routine

The day for MA35X begins long before the sun graces the horizon. Rising from a sleeping capsule with the precision of a well-oiled machine, they step into a world where every moment counts.

One of the first tasks involves ensuring is that their chastity gear is secure. For Tactical Paramedics like MA35X, control over every aspect of their lives is essential, even down to their most personal choices.

MA35X: First thing, we climb out of our sleeping capsules, still a bit groggy. You get used to those cozy coffins, I mean capsules, after a while. Then comes the delightful part - checking the chastity gear. We've got a buddy system for that. It's all about trust and camaraderie. A fellow paramedic helps ensure everything's locked up tight, so to speak. I've come to appreciate the discipline it brings.

Physical Prowess

Next comes the morning physical training, a grueling session designed to keep their bodies in peak condition. Tactical Paramedics need to be strong and agile, ready to respond to any emergency. It's a regimen that forges both physical and mental fortitude.

Trainer: (with a sardonic grin) MA35X, your body's like a well-oiled machine, Just remember, even the most finely tuned machines need a little maintenance.

Cleanliness and Precision

As they enter the prep area, they both grab their shaving kits and get down to business. Precision is key, and they've had plenty of practice. With the hum of electric razors and the careful application of foam, their bodies soon gleam hairless, like polished warriors.

Their camaraderie and dedication to their roles are evident in every move. Hairless bodies aren't just for aesthetics; they help streamline their movements and ensure their armor fits like a second skin.

Reporter: I noticed you don't seem to mind that I'm here while you're getting ready. Isn't that a bit… invasive? MA35X: Not at all, ma'am. Transparency is crucial in our line of work. We're used to being watched, especially during training. It helps us learn and improve.

TP19R: (nods) Absolutely, MA35X. A clean slate for a new day of duty.

The Iconic Red Armor

Once their body is prepared, it's time to suit up. The red tactical gear is more than just a uniform; it's a symbol of readiness and a commitment to duty. The armor is a complex fusion of protection and technology, tailored to fit each paramedic like a second skin. The armor, a blend of protection and technology, hugs every contour of MA35X's body. It's a symbol of dedication, a reminder that they're always ready to respond to emergencies.

MA35X: (adjusting his armor) You know, when I first started this gig, I thought wearing this tactical armor would be a pain, but now, I can't imagine it any other way. It's like a second skin, Ma'am. Reporter: (curious) Really? It doesn't look comfy at all. MA35X: (smiles) Well, appearances can be deceiving. This armor is designed to be snug and secure. It moves with me, almost like an extension of my own body. And the way it distributes the weight of the gear is just... efficient.

Their helmets are a marvel of augmented reality, with heads-up displays that provide vital patient information, communication with the command center, and even live video feeds from drones above.

The Breakfast of Heroes

No morning would be complete without a hearty breakfast. High-energy rations fuel them for the strenuous tasks ahead. It's a meal eaten with focus, every bite a reminder of their dedication to service.

MA35X: (smirking) Well, you know how it is. Strict control over what we eat, when we eat it. Keeps us in tip-top shape.

Strategic Planning

Finally, there's the briefing. Tactical Paramedics gather to review the day's assignments, discussing potential scenarios and how to respond. It's a time to sharpen their minds and ensure they're prepared for whatever challenges they may face.

As MA35X takes us through this daily ritual, it's clear that being a Tactical Paramedic is more than a job; it's a way of life. It requires unwavering discipline, physical prowess, and a readiness to face the unknown. The red armor they wear may hide their identity, but it reveals their unwavering commitment to keeping our world safe.

Tactical Paramedic MA35X and their fellow heroes may work in the shadows, but their impact shines brightly in our lives, reminding us that heroes exist among us, ready to protect and serve.

Training Beyond Ordinary

Becoming a tactical paramedic is no walk in the park. MA35X went through rigorous training that included everything from mastering advanced medical techniques to self-defense drills. But the most challenging part? Learning to stay calm under pressure.

Reporter: How did you end up as a Tactical Paramedic? MA35X: Ah, ma'am, it was a path that found me. After my basic training, they saw potential in my performance and recommended this specialization.

A Rare Glimpse Beneath the Visor

MA35X: (with determination) Time to gear up and lock down, Ma'am. MA35X reaches for his helmet, which rests nearby. He carefully places it on his head, securing it with practiced ease. The helmet seals with a soft hiss, locking into place. His face is now obscured by the reflective visor.

Reporter: (intrigued) Why do you always wear your helmet, even during interviews? MA35X: (matter-of-factly) It's a part of the job, Ma'am. We're trained to be ready for any situation at a moment's notice. The helmet not only protects me from potential threats but also keeps me connected to our network. It's got a heads-up display that provides vital information, and I can communicate with my team and HQ through it.

While the red body armor may hide their identity, it doesn't conceal the compassion that lies beneath. MA35X recounts a touching story of helping a scared child during a chaotic accident scene, using their calm demeanor and kind words to ease the child's fear.

[rudy-icons]

[tinyreviews]

1950s Cinema

The 1950s was a significant decade for cinema, marked by various movements, genres, and iconic films. The decade witnessed the continuation of established genres while also paving the way for new styles and storytelling techniques.

Golden Age of Hollywood: The 1950s were part of the Golden Age of Hollywood, characterized by the dominance of major studios and the star system. Many renowned actors and actresses emerged during this period.

Film Noir: Film noir continued to thrive in the 1950s, featuring dark, crime-oriented stories with morally ambiguous characters and shadowy cinematography. Notable examples include "Double Indemnity" (1944), "The Third Man" (1949), and "Touch of Evil" (1958).

Westerns: Westerns were immensely popular during this decade, with many iconic films being produced. Directors like John Ford and actors like John Wayne became synonymous with the genre. Some well-known films include "High Noon" (1952), "Shane" (1953), and "The Searchers" (1956).

Science Fiction: The 1950s saw a surge in science fiction films, often reflecting Cold War anxieties and fears of atomic warfare. Classics like "The Day the Earth Stood Still" (1951), "Forbidden Planet" (1956), and "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" (1956) captivated audiences.

Musical Films: The 1950s were also known for extravagant musical films. Productions like "Singin' in the Rain" (1952), "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" (1953), and "West Side Story" (1961) showcased elaborate dance numbers and memorable songs.

Japanese Cinema: The 1950s marked the rise of Japanese cinema, particularly the works of renowned directors like Akira Kurosawa. Films like "Rashomon" (1950), "Seven Samurai" (1954), and "Tokyo Story" (1953) gained international acclaim.

European Cinema: European cinema also made significant contributions during this era. Filmmakers such as Federico Fellini, Ingmar Bergman, and François Truffaut gained prominence, producing influential films like "La Strada" (1954), "The Seventh Seal" (1957), and "The 400 Blows" (1959).

[elmaxlys]

For as long as I've been following you (not too long honestly) I thought your pfp was kaneki and today I viewed it. I've been betrayed who is that he ate kaneki and became him

If you haven't been following me for long then it's only natural, I have not posted much about my other fandoms in way too long... (TG has consumed the brain. help.)

He is named Rika and he is from the manga Tenkuu Shinpan (High-Rise Invasion/Sky High Survival/etc). Outside of TG, he's my main blorbo. I've loved him for slightly longer than even Donato, to say.

My icon was picked out of the ending of the disastrous anime adaptation that absolutely sucks (think tg anime level of disaster here). That said, seeing him smile (he does NOT normally smile) did things to me and thus my baby boy got promoted to icon uwu

(^ the frame in question)

And lay your worries to rest: he is not Kirby. And he wouldn't eat human flesh (or ghoul for that matter) - Kaneki is safe for now (from his teeth, at least. the sledgehammer is another question)

gonna go on a Rika reblogging spree just for you, anon.

[shewasverynice]

Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Non-Consensual Drug Use

Full tags/warnings on Chapter links post

Major Characters: Original Characters, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hero Public Safety Commission, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

꒰ Elementia - Part 4 ꒱

Hawks stood in the middle of the pristine office, his arms clasped behind his back and his head held high. His wings were tucked tight against his back, a clear sign of tension. He stared straight ahead, refusing to let his frustration show on his face. The light from the window behind the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission streamed into the room, highlighting the piles of printed articles and photos spread out across her desk. Each headline, each photograph, was another reminder of how much trouble he was in.

"Hawks the Playboy"

"Hawks' New Fame"

"Pro Hero's Night Out Scandal"

The articles were as damning as they were invasive. Each one focused on his behavior at the club the night before, with blurry photos taken in the bathroom by the other men who had clearly been too nosy for their own good. Luckily, none of the shots clearly revealed Halcyon. Her face was obscured, his wings blocking most views of her, but the implication of what had happened—the partying, the dancing, the bathroom "encounter"—was enough to fuel gossip and headlines.

The HPSC President, paced back and forth in front of him, her heels clicking against the polished floor with each deliberate step. Her face was taut, her lips pursed into a thin line, her frustration palpable. Every once in a while, she would glance down at the damning articles and shake her head before continuing her pacing. She hadn't said a word for the past five minutes, which only made Hawks' situation feel worse.

He was used to being in trouble, but this… this felt like a whole new level of disaster. And yet, deep down, he was more annoyed than anything. Wasn't he allowed to have some freedom? For fucks sake, he might have even been falling in love! Couldn't he do that? Didn't he have that right?

Finally, the President stopped pacing. She turned on her heel and faced him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The look she gave him was one of pure disappointment, and Hawks felt the weight of it like a physical blow.

"Hawks," she began, her voice cold and sharp, "do you realize the position you've put yourself in? The position you've put us in?"

Hawks didn't respond immediately, keeping his face neutral. He knew better than to interrupt her.

"You were supposed to be an example," she continued, her voice rising slightly. "An icon for hero society. Someone the public can look up to. But instead, you’ve turned yourself into tabloid fodder." She gestured to the articles on her desk, her fingers twitching as if she wanted to rip them to shreds. "Headlines like these—" she pointed to one particularly brutal headline about his behavior—"they tarnish everything we’ve worked to build."

Hawks clenched his jaw, feeling a headache brewing from the lingering effects of last night's drinks and the stress of this lecture. He stood still, his wings aching from being held so tightly in place. He could feel his frustration boiling beneath the surface, but he kept it in check.

"You know," she continued, her tone accusatory, "I've been lenient with you before. I understood when you were caught on those dates—I knew what you were doing. You're young, handsome and impulsive. It was easy for you to enjoy the attention, and I understood why you disobeyed." Her eyes narrowed as she took a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "But this? This was reckless. Thoughtless. You’ve made a fool of yourself and this Commission. You were supposed to be an example, not some… some—"

"Some playboy?" Hawks finally cut in, his voice low but tinged with sarcasm. He couldn't help it. The weight of it all, the absurdity of the situation, the constant pressure—it was all too much. He bit his lip when he saw her eyes flash with anger at his interruption.

The President’s face tightened, her lips pressing into a thin line again. "Exactly," she said, her voice colder than before, "You think this is a joke, Hawks? The public looks to you as one of the top heroes in the country. You have a responsibility, one that you've clearly forgotten."

Hawks sighed internally, but outwardly he kept his expression neutral. His hands clenched behind his back, hidden from view. He was tired. Tired of the constant scrutiny, tired of being treated like a tool for the HPSC’s image. But he didn’t argue. Not yet. Not when he knew it would only make things worse. So he just nodded, knowing it was what she expected.

"I understand," he said quietly, though his voice lacked the sincerity he knew she was looking for.

"You'd better," she snapped. "Because if something like this happens again, we will take more drastic measures. Your career, your reputation—it’s all on the line, Hawks. Don’t forget that."

Hawks' wings twitched slightly at the implied threat, but he stayed still. He didn’t dare let his frustration show more than it already had.

"You’re dismissed," she said curtly, turning away from him as if the conversation was already over.

Without another word, Hawks turned and left the office, his footsteps quiet but his thoughts loud and chaotic. He pushed down the urge to roll his eyes, forcing himself to remain composed until he was out of sight. The moment the door closed behind him, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

"A tool?" he thought bitterly as he walked down the hallway. "Is that all I am to them?"

He knew he had made a mistake last night, but the reaction from the HPSC felt like overkill. Sure, the photos were embarrassing, and the tabloids would have a field day, but wasn't he still doing his job? He saved people, kept the peace, and yet they treated him like a delinquent schoolboy.

As he walked down the corridor, Hawks' frustration finally boiled over. He clenched his fists, muttering under his breath. "This is ridiculous." All he had wanted was one night of freedom, one night where he didn’t have to think about responsibilities or the pressure of being Hawks, the Hero. Just one night where he could be himself—with her.

But, of course, even that was too much to ask.

As he stepped outside, he spread his wings and took off into the air, needing the cool breeze to clear his head. Despite everything, despite the trouble he was in, one thought kept floating to the surface of his mind:

Halcyon.

At least no one had recognized her. That, at least, was one small mercy.

Hawks soared through the evening sky, the wind rustling through his feathers as he made his way back to Nest. The cool air offered some relief from the tension that had been building in his chest ever since that heated conversation in the HPSC office. His thoughts, however, were tangled. Despite his own frustrations, the guilt gnawed at him. He wasn’t worried about himself or the headlines. He’d dealt with worse; his reputation could handle it.

But Halcyon? She didn't deserve to be dragged into the mess. Not after everything she had been through. And yet, there he was, putting her at risk. He shouldn't have let himself get so caught up in her that night, but how could he not? When he was with her, it was like every guard he’d built over the years came crashing down. She made him feel free in a way that no one else could.

Too free for his reality.

He sighed, his wings adjusting in midair as his speed slowed. He’d lost control that night, completely. For once, he hadn’t been Hawks, the top hero under the Commission’s watchful eye. He had just been Keigo, and with her, that felt like enough. More than enough.

She had that fire, that boldness he admired so much. She wasn’t afraid to lash out, to get angry when it was deserved. She didn’t tiptoe around the rules like he had been conditioned to. She lived, while he had been playing a role for so long. Being with her that night had been like finally letting the real him breathe.

But now, the consequences were coming for him.

He wasn’t looking forward to his punishment. Grounded like a teenager, locked up in his own penthouse except for work? He rolled his eyes at the thought. How insulting. It wasn’t just the restriction on his personal life, though. The extra patrols were the real kicker. More work, fewer breaks, and for what? A single night of letting loose. He had slipped up, sure, but the reaction from the Commission was heavy-handed. At least in his eyes.

As his thoughts drifted, he let his eyes scan the city below, watching the busy streets pass by beneath him. He wouldn’t get many chances to do this freely for the next month. The sky had always been his sanctuary, and now, even that was being taken from him—at least, when it wasn’t for official duty.

Eventually, he approached the familiar sight of Nest and he descended gracefully, his wings spreading wide as he slowed his speed and landed with barely a sound.

The moment he stepped inside, the familiar faces of the other heroes greeted him, though there was something different about the way they looked at him today. The usual lighthearted greetings were tinged with curiosity, maybe even a little judgment. He could feel it, the eyes that lingered just a second too long, the whispers that followed after he passed by. They were all thinking it—Hawks, the playboy. They'd seen the headlines, the photos, and even if no one said it to his face, the rumors were already spreading through Nest.

And honestly? He didn’t care.

He kept his expression neutral as he walked through the halls, his boots making soft sounds on the polished floors. A few heroes nodded at him, their faces carefully neutral. Others offered casual greetings, which he barely acknowledged with a nod. There was no point in entertaining their curiosity. If they wanted to gossip, fine. Let them. None of it mattered in the grand scheme of things.

But despite his indifference to their stares, there was still something weighing on him—something he couldn’t shake off so easily. The guilt. Not for himself, but for risking her. For dragging Halcyon into the spotlight when she’d done nothing to deserve it. She had her own burdens, her own history, and he hated the idea that his carelessness might have added to that.

He clenched his jaw as he walked into his penthouse, the door closing with a soft click behind him. The loft was quiet, the kind of stillness that was both comforting and stifling. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he let his wings stretch and relax. He hadn’t realized how tense they’d been, his muscles aching from the weight of the day's frustrations.

Walking over to the window, he looked out at the cityscape, the lights twinkling in the distance. The view was one of the few things that always calmed him, even when everything else felt chaotic. But tonight, even that wasn’t enough to soothe the knot of emotions in his chest.

"I shouldn’t have let it go that far in public," he thought to himself. But at the same time, he knew he’d do it all over again in an instant. She was worth it, and being with her was worth every bit of trouble he was in now. Even if he was grounded for a month, even if the Commission slapped more restrictions on him, he couldn’t regret it. Because for one night, he finally had her right where he wanted her.

He glanced at his phone, wondering if he should text her, see how she was doing. She hadn’t been implicated in the photos, but the whole situation still weighed on him. He wanted to check in, to hear her voice. But he hesitated. She was probably fine. She always was.

Still, the thought lingered in the back of his mind as he collapsed onto the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes. His punishment was starting now, and there wasn’t much he could do about it. Except maybe think of how to spend his time during his “house arrest.” He smirked at the absurdity of it all. A top hero, grounded like a rebellious teenager. The HPSC really knew how to make a point.

But despite it all, he couldn’t help but smile when he thought of her. Even in the middle of all this chaos, she was the one thing that made it feel worth it.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Hawks sat at the long briefing table, his fingers tapping impatiently against its polished surface. Kiwi was sitting beside him, arms crossed, her usual boisterous energy replaced by a cold fury that simmered beneath her calm exterior. Across from them, Morpho leaned forward, his elbows resting lightly on the table as he listened intently. They were all waiting, their patience wearing thin.

Finally, the door to the briefing room opened, and one of the office staff stepped in, carrying a tablet and several files under his arm. The tension in the room was palpable as he moved toward the front and cleared his throat, tapping a few keys to display the information on the screen behind him.

“As you’re all aware,” he began, “we’ve been dealing with a string of criminal activities involving a quirk user who’s been imitating Halcyon. We have seven confirmed occurrences so far, all pointing to the same individual.”

He tapped the screen, and several grainy surveillance images appeared. The figure in each was shrouded in a thick hoodie and long pants, their face obscured. Despite the low-quality footage, it was clear that the quirk user was deliberately mimicking Halcyon’s elemental-based techniques. The attacks had been precise, calculated, and designed to look like they had been carried out by none other than Halcyon herself.

Kiwi let out a low grumble, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the images. Hawks could feel her anger radiating off her, matching the frustration he felt deep in his bones. It was clear that whoever this was wanted to frame Halcyon, and they were doing a disturbingly good job of it.

“This is bullshit,” Kiwi muttered under her breath, her knuckles darkening as she gripped her arms tightly.

The office member continued, trying to maintain his composure as he addressed the team. “So far, we haven’t been able to identify the quirk user directly, but we’re working on leads. The moves they’ve been pulling off are signature Halcyon techniques, but there are slight differences in the precision. It’s clear they’re trying to mimic her, but they’re not quite as skilled.”

Morpho, ever the calm and collected one, raised a hand slightly to ask his question. “Have we discovered any motive yet? Why go through all this trouble to frame her?”

Hawks glanced at Morpho before speaking up, his voice low but sharp. “We don’t have anything concrete, but we suspect Dr. Hawthorne might be involved.”

That name caused the room to tense even further. Dr. Hawthorne had no love for Halcyon after the latter played a key role in taking her down and thwarting Trick Fraud. The thought of Hawthorne being involved in this framing attempt was unsettling.

“She’s got a score to settle,” Hawks continued. “And she’s never exactly been the forgiving type. This could be her way of trying to destroy Halcyon’s reputation.”

Morpho nodded, absorbing the information. “Should we bring Heron in on this? He’s dealt with Dr. Hawthorne before, right?”

Hawks considered the suggestion for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, good call. Heron knows how she operates too, and we’re going to need all the help we can get. Perplex is already on it as well.”

Kiwi frowned, her mind clearly racing through the possibilities. “And what about the surgeon?" She asked, "The one doing the augments for these quirks? Did we ever narrow that down?”

Hawks sighed, leaning back in his chair, his wings rustling slightly with agitation. “We’re close, but no dice yet. We’ve got a list of potential suspects, but nothing concrete. The guy’s good at covering his tracks.”

Before anyone could respond, the door opened again, and Heron stepped into the room. His usual calm presence seemed to settle some of the tension in the air, and Hawks felt a brief moment of relief at seeing him. Heron moved quietly, his yellow eyes catching Kiwi’s for a moment as he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, a small, reassuring smile passing between them before he turned his attention to the team.

“Catch me up?” Heron asked, his tone focused and professional.

It didn’t take long to explain the situation to him, and as Hawks watched his old friend absorb the information, he could see the gears turning in Heron’s mind. His experience with Dr. Hawthorne was going to be invaluable here.

After a moment of thought, Heron spoke, “If Hawthorne’s involved, we’re dealing with more than just quirk mimicry. She’s methodical, and she doesn’t make a move unless it’s part of a bigger plan.”

Hawks nodded in agreement. “That’s what worries me," he said, "This framing isn’t the endgame—it’s just the start.”

Kiwi huffed, her expression dark. “So what’s the next step?" She asked, "We can’t just sit around and wait for her to make another move.”

“No, we won’t,” Hawks said, standing up from the table and stretching his wings. “We’re going to be proactive. Perplex is already digging through the tech trail, and with Heron on board, we can spread out search further for this mystery woman. If we can catch her off-guard, we might be able to shut this whole thing down before it spirals out of control.”

Heron glanced at Kiwi, then back to Hawks. “And Halcyon?”

Hawks paused, his jaw tightening slightly. “She’s not getting involved," he said quietly, "Not yet. I’m not risking her on this, not when it’s personal for her.”

The room fell into a brief, tense silence as everyone processed the weight of the situation. It was clear that this was more than just a criminal imitating Halcyon—it was an attack on everything she represented. And if they didn’t stop it soon, it could destroy more than just her reputation.

“Let’s get to work,” Hawks finally said, his voice steely with determination. “We don’t have time to waste.”

As the meeting wrapped up, Hawks stood from his seat, stretching his wings out slightly, preparing for the patrol. Heron was already pulling up maps on his tablet, discussing possible routes with Morpho. Kiwi lingered near the door, her eyes flicking between the others, her usual bright energy muted by the weight of the situation.

Hawks glanced at them all, his mind already shifting to the task at hand. Increasing patrols was a solid plan—if they could catch this quirk user in action, it would make things easier. They just needed to be patient and diligent, even though his gut was screaming at him to do something more immediate. But as he moved toward the door to leave, Kiwi called out to him, her voice softer than usual.

“Hey, Hawks, wait up a second.”

He stopped and turned to look at her. Kiwi's round caramel eyes were uncharacteristically serious, and she gestured for him to step aside from the others. He followed her to a quiet corner of the room, curiosity tingling at the back of his mind. It wasn’t often Kiwi pulled him aside like this, especially not with that look on her face.

"What's up?" he asked, keeping his tone casual, though he could sense something heavier brewing in the air between them.

Kiwi hesitated for a moment, her arms crossing as she leaned against the wall. Her gaze drifted past him, as if she was trying to find the right words. "I just... wanted to check on you. You okay?" She asked.

Hawks raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "Me? I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?" He said, tilting his head.

Kiwi sighed, shaking her head slightly. “Come on, Hawks. I know you’re tough and all, but the rumors have been brutal," she said, pointing at him, "People have been saying all kinds of stuff—about you being a playboy, or just in it for the fame. I know you were with Hally that night, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt to hear everyone bashing you like that.”

For a moment, Hawks blinked, caught off guard by Kiwi’s concern. He had grown so used to putting on a carefree front that it hadn’t even crossed his mind that someone might be genuinely worried about him. He looked at her, gratitude tugging at the corner of his mouth, and gave a small smile.

“I appreciate you looking out for me, Kiwi. But honestly, I’m not really bothered by what people are saying about me. I’ve never been too concerned with my reputation,” He leaned back against the wall beside her, his wings tucking in closer to his back, “What’s been bothering me more is... her. I haven’t seen Halcyon much since that night, and that’s what’s been eating at me.”

Kiwi’s expression softened, and for a moment, she looked like she was weighing her options. Her fingers tapped lightly on her arm before she spoke, her voice quieter than before. “I know what’s going on with her, but... I don’t really feel right spilling her business. She’d want to tell you herself.”

Hawks sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn’t want to push, but the distance between him and Halcyon had left a gnawing feeling in his chest. He couldn’t help but worry, and if Kiwi knew something, it meant Halcyon had been talking to her, which at least meant she wasn’t shutting everyone out.

“I get it,” Hawks replied, his voice softer, more thoughtful, “I’m just glad she’s got you watching her back. But... I really want to know if it’s something I can help her with.”

Kiwi shifted on her feet, clearly torn. After a moment, she met his gaze, her expression full of sympathy. “Look, Hawks, it’s not that she doesn’t trust you," she said quietly, "It’s just... some things are hard to talk about. And I know what happened that night might have made things... complicated.”

There was something in the way she said it—something unspoken that Hawks picked up on immediately. She wasn’t just talking about Halcyon; Kiwi was feeling off herself. He frowned slightly, his eyes searching her face.

“You feeling alright?” Hawks asked gently, “You’ve been a bit off lately too.”

Kiwi hesitated, then gave a small shrug, looking away. “I’ve got my own stuff going on. Nothing to do with you, though. Just... life, I guess."

Her eyes betrayed her thoughts as they flicked over to Heron, but Hawks decided not to push that for now. He knew better than to pry when Kiwi didn’t want to share, but it still left him with a twinge of worry. He hated seeing his friends struggle, and Kiwi was no exception.

“Well, thanks for at least telling me that much,” Hawks said, offering her a reassuring smile, “And don’t worry about getting me in trouble. I’m used to the HPSC giving me hell.”

Kiwi snorted, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, but still. I feel kinda bad. I know you didn’t expect things to blow up like they did.”

Hawks waved it off with a chuckle. “I’ll survive. What I’m more worried about is making sure we catch this quirk user and clear Halcyon’s name.”

Kiwi nodded, her expression more determined now. “We will. And hey, it’s all gonna be okay, alright? She’ll talk to you when she’s ready.”

Hawks felt a warmth spread through him at her words, his gratitude for Kiwi deepening. “Yeah. I hope so.”

With that, he gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder before turning to leave. Kiwi watched him go, her own worries still lingering in the air, but she was right about one thing—it was going to be okay.

At least, Hawks hoped it would be.

As he stepped out into the open air and prepared to take off for his patrol, he cast one last glance over his shoulder at the Nest, the place that had become his home. His wings unfurled, and with a powerful beat, he was airborne, the cool wind brushing against his face as he soared into the sky.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that things were shifting beneath the surface. But for now, he’d focus on the task at hand, keeping an eye out for danger while the weight of the world pressed against his back.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Hawks’ wings felt heavy as he landed on the balcony outside his penthouse. His patrol had been long, draining, and filled with the usual dullness of repetitive routes. It had been a relief to finish, but knowing he was still under the watchful eye of Miss Shiori soured the end of his day. He sighed, brushing the back of his neck with one hand before stepping inside, his thoughts on the ridiculousness of his situation.

The weight of his punishment sat heavily on his mind—an entire month of being tracked like some teenager on probation. He’d already checked in with Miss Shiori, and the way she had glanced at her clipboard while reminding him to follow the rules had made him grit his teeth. If the HPSC didn’t trust him to be responsible, what was the point of all his work? Still, he kept his mouth shut, knowing arguing wouldn’t get him anywhere.

Trudging up the stairs toward his penthouse, Hawks muttered to himself, “So embarrassing...” His wings folded tighter against his back, and he rubbed at his tired eyes, just wanting to collapse into bed.

Hawks stood at the windows of his penthouse, staring out over the sprawling city below. The familiar sight of Fukuoka's skyline was usually a source of comfort, but now it just reminded him of the freedom he was temporarily barred from. He groaned, his forehead bumping against the cool glass as his wings twitched in frustration.

It had only been a few days since he’d been grounded, but the confinement was already getting to him. No patrols unless assigned, no casual flights around the city, and no visitors in his penthouse. He couldn't even order his favorite junk food. It felt like he was a teenager again.

“Ugh, this sucks,” he muttered, letting his head fall forward with a dull thunk against the window. "How am I supposed to stay sane?"

His grumbling was interrupted by a soft, almost musical whistle from above. Hawks' brow furrowed in confusion as he looked up toward the open sky. Perched on the edge of one of the skylight windows, was Halcyon, her eyes twinkling with mischief and a playful smirk pulling at her lips.

He raised an eyebrow, his mood lifting almost instantly. "What are you doing up there, baby bird?" he called out, a hint of a grin forming despite himself.

Halcyon didn’t answer right away. Instead, she held up a plastic bag, dangling it enticingly in the air. Hawks' keen eyes caught sight of something familiar inside—bright colors of snack packaging, a drink, and the unmistakable shape of a takeout container.

His heart skipped a beat as a grin spread across his face. “You little rebel,” he murmured, eyes shining with amusement.

She waggled her eyebrows at him before lowering the back in through the window, and without missing a beat, Hawks sent out a couple of feathers, guiding the precious delivery safely into his hands. He looked inside, and sure enough, there were his favorite snacks—chips, candy, a fizzy drink, and a hot takeout meal that made his stomach rumble in excitement.

Hawks looked up at Halcyon as she burst into Pheonix form, now hovering a few feet away from the building, her wings catching the breeze as she gave him a playful wink. “Thought you could use a little something to survive your grounding ⁠♪⁠♪,” she teased, her voice carrying down to him.

He couldn’t help but laugh, a warm, genuine sound that surprised even him. “You’re a lifesaver!” he called back, raising the bag in thanks.

She laughed happily, her face bright with mischief as she stretched her wings further. "I'll see you soon, Pretty Bird!" And with that, she shot off into the sky, her laughter ringing out behind her as she disappeared into the evening sky like a flaming star.

Hawks stood there for a moment, watching her disappear, his heart fluttering in his chest. He shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him as he turned away from the window, bag of treats in hand.

“Pretty bird, huh?” he muttered, a warm smile still tugging at his lips. He sat down, pulling out the takeout container, his spirits lifted in a way he hadn’t expected.

As he took the first bite, his mind wandered back to Halcyon’s smile, the sound of her laughter, and that brief moment of rebellion. He wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve someone like her in his life, but he was grateful.

"Guess she liked it," he mumbled to himself with a smirk, licking his lips as the memory from that night flashed in his mind.

⤶ Prev Main Next ↪