#random storm hawks headcanons

[far-side-skies]

Random Storm Hawks Headcanon #1

It's not uncommon for humans in Atmos to have feathers. Growing from their hair, other body parts, or sometimes outright replacing their hair entirely. Arygyn is a notable example of someone whose hair is entirely feathers, and if someone somehow succeeds in startling him, his feathers actually flair up like a cockatoo's crest.

Look at this clownbird.

Dark Ace also has feathering in his hair, though less prominent than Arygyn's and blended with actual hair. It's the main reason his hair is able to defy gravity like that, he doesn't even use hair gel.

[raccoonbug]

Random Sonic Headcanon #7

The Babylon Rogues have group preening sessions, helping each other reach the feathers the others can’t get to and helping remove casings that are out of reach. Jet insists Wave and Storm preen him for Way Too Long, because as the ‘fastest thing alive’, he needs to be in top shape. They go along with it with fond exasperation. Wave is also a bit picky about preening, but less so. Storm is just happy to be involved.

[cinnamqnx]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ plug!hawks headcanons

warnings. drug use (weed), alcohol use, swearing

୨୧ plug!hawks who is one of the dealer around your college campus, everyone goes to him or dabi

୨୧ plug!hawks who you meet from mutual friends after wanting to find your own dealer to go to instead of purely smoking with friends

୨୧ plug!hawks who finds you so adorable when he meets you, your awkwardness when asking him what you’re after pulls a small smile on his face

୨୧ plug!hawks who has you on his radar after that

୨୧ plug!hawks who definitely always makes you pay less than what he actually charges

୨୧ plug!hawks who will even gives you pre rolls to save you the trouble of rolling after you tell him how bad you are at it

୨୧ plug!hawks who over time you gradually get closer to

୨୧ plug!hawks who doesn’t really fw many people, so he always has time for you

୨୧ plug!hawks who insists you call him keigo, instead of hawks

୨୧ plug!hawks who becomes your personal guard dog at parties

୨୧ plug!hawks who is always looking after you at parties/functions, always grabbing you water when he thinks you’ve drank way too much and ordering you both an uber home

୨୧ plug!hawks who refuses to give you anything stronger than weed

୨୧ plug!hawks who is just veryyy protective when it comes to you

୨୧ plug!hawks who warns you to stay away from dabi, the other dealer around college

୨୧ plug!hawks who has some kind of beef with dabi, and would never want you around him

୨୧ plug!hawks who is always paying for your clothes, nails, hair, etc

୨୧ plug!hawks who orders you both fast food at 3am after smoking together and getting the munchies

୨୧ plug!hawks who is always getting asked if you’re his girlfriend because of how much of a couple you act together

୨୧ plug!hawks who smiles and shakes his head, knowing that he’s really just scared of fucking things up if he was to ask you and you say no

୨୧ plug!hawks who stopped entertaining any women after you both got closer

୨୧ plug!hawks who starts showing his growing jealously issues after a while

୨୧ plug!hawks who notices you distancing yourself from him more and more once he notices you’ve been hanging with some random loser lately

୨୧ plug!hawks who has no reason to be jealous or territorial after spending months with you and never asking you out

୨୧ plug!hawks who sees you grinding and being way too close to that guy at a party one night

୨୧ plug!hawks who is drunk and doesn’t care in the moment, decides he’s had enough

୨୧ plug!hawks who storms over to you both, throwing his drink in his face and starting a fight

୨୧ plug!hawks who gets dragged outside by you

୨୧ plug!hawks who you get into an argument with, the both of you drunkenly yelling

୨୧ plug!hawks who in the heat of the moment, finally tells you how he feels causing you to stop yelling instantly

୨୧ plug!hawks, the boy you’ve fallen in love with, who makes your heart stop in that moment and completely forgetting about the guy you was just with

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[maidenofthecloud]

hot take: Aerrow and Lightning don't look much alike

I know that many wonder why Dark Ace could not recognize Aerrow as the descendant (son?) of Lightning Strike. Having been his co-pilot shouldn't he have noticed the resemblance between them?

But I honestly think it makes sense, aerrow doesn't look much like lightning strike

I mean, yeah, Aerrow has red hair and green eyes like Lightning Strike,

but under that logic any red-haired, green-eyed character that appears on the show could be related to him.

For example this girl from the Screaming Queens

And This guy from Rebel Ducks has red hair and green eyes too

Could they also be related to Lightning Strike?

Under that logic anyone With those characteristics could be related to him, including this guy?

My headcanon is that green-eyed redheads are pretty common in Atmos so no one (aside from his friends and the wise birds) know that Aerrow is a descendant of Lightning Strike and they just assume he's some random kid who took the name of the Storm Hawks.

[chaosfairy18]

Of older brothers

So this was supposed to just be on Flipper and hair and everything with Bumlets but it turned into more of character backstory but I still got the idea because of @sarahjacobskelly's post about Bumlets headcanons and @bumlets-appreciation-blog's additions with little Flipper so yeah enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was getting dark as he snuck out, not only due to the time of day, but also because storm clouds were closing in.

With it being closer to dinner time than not, he had enough time to pack a few random things while his mother was busy cooking, and his father wasn’t yet home. He just couldn’t stand it anymore.

Not because of his parents, they were okay, it was all okay, but every single second he spent in his bed, now only his and his alone, every second he spent in the corner of their little apartment that had been his and his brother’s since he could think, he saw him. Saw him lying on his back on the bed while their mother tried to get him to get up, get him at least to clean his face up, the dust from all the construction work off.

Every night he still heard his snores, or in the morning his laments on how annoying some of his coworkers were. And every time Fillip woke up he thought he’d turn around and find Fynn there, ready to chase his nightmares away like only his big brother could.

But he wasn’t.

And he’d never be again, the only thing left of him an article in the paper about a construction accident and ashes.

Not that Fillip hated his parents or his family, but he hated the memories, the house, everything he’d always only known with Fynn. He was too young to remember Denmark, he only knew this little apartment in Manhattan, the only thing he’d ever seen, and it was always with his big brother.

And so he knew he’d just have to leave and go somewhere he didn’t think of him. Other kids did it all the time, he saw them shining shoes and hawking papes and hauling luggage or crates, there was more than enough to do, he’d get the hang of it.

With his little bag, Fillip ran down the streets to where he knew a lodging house was – he’d looked around on his way to school – holding a rag over his head as it started to pour like someone was emptying buckets over their heads. At least no one would see him run like this.

Dripping like he had taken a spontaneous bath in the east river, Fillip knocked on the door to Duane Street’s lodging house, a boy maybe a few years older than him opening. Younger than Fynn, shorter than Fynn, but somehow similar.

“Hello, chiquito. Come in, come in, it’s pouring out there.” The black-haired boy ushered him in, keeping him to the rug in the entrance area and yelling for a ‘Mr. Kloppman’. That turned out to be the superintendent, an old man that slurred his words, but was certainly kinder than the old men that had lived in his tenement building, always complaining, always yelling at the kids playing.

While he asked Fillip things like how long he thought he’d stay, if he had money to pay for the night, if he’d worked before, the boy had run upstairs. He only returned when they were finished, carrying two worn but clean towels.

“Come on, chiquito, let’s get you dried up before you catch a cold. Will be a while until the others come back after sellin’. Or at least after trying to not drown in that rain.” With an amused glint in his eyes, the boy took Fillip’s bag and led him upstairs after he’d dried him enough to not drip everywhere. He led him to a closet with lots and lots of clothes, all looking worn but neatly organized.

Squatting down and running his hand through his ink black hair, the boy picked out some things seemingly at random, at least for Fillip. “Wear that. Can’t be good to stay in that wet stuff.”

“I have more clothes.”, Fillip murmured, pointing to his bag. He didn’t need that, he didn’t need help like this, he was prepared.

The boy just raised an eyebrow, opening it and revealing everything inside was at least damp. “I don’t think so. Just get changed. Then sit down on the counter.”

Fillip startled at the last sentence, ignoring the onslaught of memories of Fynn telling him the same thing when he’d scraped his knee, or he had trouble properly tying a shoe. This wasn’t the same, he was just new, and the boy wanted to be helpful.

Dry clothes on that fit better than he’d thought, he sat on the middle counters, swinging his legs. It didn’t take long until the boy stood in front of him, another towel and comb at the ready. “I’m Bumlets by the way. And you chiquito?”, he asked, towelling off his blond hair, motions clearly practiced. He wondered if he had siblings or if this was just a thing here.

“Fillip.”

Bumlets smiled at him, ruffling his hair as he put the now wet towel to the side. “Nice to meet you, Fillip.”

Not able to stop himself from pouting just like he’d always done when Fynn had done the same, Fillip flicked his hair out of his eyes with a jerk of his head, the motion making Bumlets chuckle.

“No need to flip it away, I wasn’t done.”

And he really wasn’t, pushing him down as he tried to get up from the counter and going through Fillip’s blond hair with a comb and something he didn’t quite know what it was.

“Why’re you doing this?”

“Would you rather sit downstairs, dripping everywhere?”

Fillip looked down. “No.”

“See? I just want to help you get settled right. Not fun getting somewhere where you don’t know anyone.” With one last brushstroke he let go of Fillip, who went to the next mirror to make sure the older boy hadn’t done anything weird with his hair – his brother would have probably used the chance.

It looked neat, a bit similar to Bumlets’ own and definitely not like Fillip had worn it before. Or like Fynn had.

Looking back to the Spanish boy, Fillip noted that while Bumlets also had a very brotherly nature, he wasn’t like Fynn, not painfully reminding him like so many other things Fillip had seen the last few months had. Hair black where Fynn’s had been even more golden than Fillip’s own, though it had always been dusty from the construction work, no matter how often he cleaned up, just like his face. In contrary to Bumlets whose fingers were even scrubbed clean of ink though he knew that newsies got that on their skin and clothes all the time.

So while there were similarities, there weren’t enough to hurt, but just enough to be comforting.

As Bumlets showed him to a free bed, Fillip decided he liked the other boy. That he wanted to learn things from him and stick close. “Can you tell me some things about selling papes?”

“Claro. I can…”, he turned to the door, sounds of doors and rumbling heard from downstairs, “I think the others are back, though. It’s almost dinner time, I’ll introduce you to some people, Flipper.”

“Flipper?” He skipped forward to even keep pace with the taller boy, not as nervous about meeting more people as he was confused about the name.

But Bumlets just grinned, ruffling his hair and sliding down the stairs.

[thisuserislilsilly]

For all the ships n' cute stuff enjoyers fear not I have thought of this too, got some little quirks and interesting things your bulky and lovable giant hawk man do when they feel....certain things for special folks. Although like always this is rare bcs the whole thing of SM being bad at showing love or whatever....

BUT THIS IS MY BLOG AND I CAN MAKE THEM FEEL A BIT OF LOVE WHENEVER I WA-

Side note: @cardinalcanis if you even make one single headcanon or thought about this istg I will make more and will be my personal mission to get the thought of how a Ember Nomad bf would look like (it is a friendly threat, you've been warned)

In the rare case you get yourself a Nomad bf: a bulletpoint round

1. Get used to them randomly including your name in their songs, not only makes it so the whole ship now knows you have a thing with an Astartes, it makes it too so now you're forever a part of his history/life. Breakups will hurt, and they will hurt a fucking lot

2. Lots and lots of nicknames, many of them horse/storm/wind themed. He will remember your name sure, but he will prefer to just call you by the nickname

3. Prepare to have a giant looking over your shoulder wherever you go, making people either look at you scared out of their lives or never talk nonchalantly, just having privacy whenever you go to the bathroom.

4. Also be prepared to have a tok of trinkets and random items laying around your room/house in your homeworld. Nomads tend to give gifts like a sign of trust, if they already exchange weapons and trinkets with a lot of significance for them between brothers, what makes you think you won't have any?

5. Giant warm blanket in the night....need I say more? Also they do little bird noises when they snore, blame his gene-seed, not him

6. Bro-fists, bumping into you, giving (soft for a Astarte) headbutts and slaps in your back are typical for them; the Nomads do it almost out of instinct so your back and arms sometimes will be sore or have bruises (that they will be eternally sorry for doing)

7. Screw remembering your birthday, your Ember bf will remember the precise hour he met you, where did he met you, the how, what you were wearing and have a guess how exactly was the night sky of his homeworld the day you were born to have a prediction on how your life would end......oh and your birthday too

8. Lots of very tight hugs, although not much kisses sadly, they are way too weirded out by them and even when you explain how they work and what makes you feel they would just awkwardly kiss your forehead at most.

9. They come from a savage world, filled with dangers and with a very strong tie with their previous family, now imagine how someone breed there would defend you. They would become so savage other Nomads would have to come help you not make your bf skin whoever hurt your feelings alive.

10. Lastly if the time between your meetings is too long or it seems he'll go on a dangerous mission (because this are Astartes and this is grimdark where happiness never last long), your average Nomad bf will either break up so you can have a good life not worrying constantly (told you, grimdark...) or would attempt constantly to send message via Astropaths, Psykers or encrypted Vox messages to contact you and know how you are and where are you, sending love and gifts if he could.

I'm not crying you are

[tuffdwightwest]

A random break from my Storm Hawks posting. To beg people to join this RP group for Dislyte!

This server allows ocs and canon. You start with 1 character and can have up to 3 if you can prove activity. The group pretty well just started so all characters are still available!

Taken are:

Yuuhime

Bardon

Yun Chuan

Headcanons are accepted and the group is LGBT friendly.

It is 18+ cause nsfw is allowed if you want but it's an opt in. The 18+ is mostly a comfort thing since us in it are adults.

Looking for those interested in a fandom rp

Particularly Dislyte!

I know a server here that is pretty literate(they don't have a rule against it but the group is still kind of small and everyone I see is literate)

Because its brand new all the characters are available too! Only ones taken are Bardon, Yun Chuan and Yuuhime.

I just would love to interact with more people and I've been craving Dislyte related content.

They also allow ocs too!

https://discord.gg/52CfyyABXT

[darthsassacre]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@spyscrapper decided to let me inflict this on y'all, so blame them.

1: How many works do you have on AO3?

55, but most of them aren't exactly complete.

2: What's your total AO3 word count?

Apparently I've hit 1,015,917, which means I crossed the million mark and??? fucking when???

3: What fandoms do you write for?

I write for Star Wars and World of Warcraft mostly, but I have dabbled with Mass Effect, Star Trek, and even some Dragon Age WIPs on a back burner somewhere.

4: What are your top five fics by kudos?

This one is trickier, because a lot of my fics with higher numbers only have those numbers because of that fucking kudos bot that was running around rampant for several months a while back and it hit a lot of my KOTOR stuff, so I went in and manually counted the humans who have touched these things and left a kudos.

"Things The Crew of the Ebon Hawk Are Not Allowed To Do" is at the top with 47, which is amazing considering that it's literally just one of those rules shitfics that I crowdsourced rules on lol. I feel like this might be one I revisit at some point, though, once my KOTOR muse returns from the war.

"I don't wanna hear your absolution (hope you're ready for a revolution)" is at 38. That's a bit less surprising, but it is odd that every few months a new one appears. The fandom is really starved for Revan and gang fucking shit up in the prequels huh?

"teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me" is hilariously at 35. Hilariously bc it's legit just a High Republic Jedi sex ed class fic that I wrote while actually teaching (or rather just babysitting while the student teacher did the actual teaching) but yeah. It also started as a convo about a completely different fic so uh... bosovir's bathwater server this is y'all's fault.

"oh, should my people fall then surely I'll do the same" is at 26 kudos and just... this fandom really isn't okay huh. This started off as an angst one shot that became a two shot and oops I'm on the 7th installment of this fucking series now. I'm coming back to it for sure at some point these shits are getting therapy

"there's a line that we'll cross (and there's no return)" is at 24, which is also a bit surprising bc at times it feels like the KOTOR fandom is six people and a gizka, but hey. This one has also been tapped recently. It was shaken gently and a few words fell out, so progress.

5: Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

For the most part, yes. There are some that I don't, and honestly that's because I genuinely just... forget. Chances are I'll approve a comment (I moderate those routinely) and end up doing something else and then forget to go back and reply. I love them all though (mostly. There's one guy I beef with in the comments but it's amicable).

6: What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh this is a tricky one. Uh... it's probably a tie between "I am your ghost (a fallen angel)" in which I make Rising Storm worse and "I want you to lose (like I lose when I play what could have been)" which is Malak being his morose asshole self. Seeing as how both those titles are from the same song, well... yeah.

7: What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This one might have to be "we can light up the sparks in our eyes" which was my Jedi June 2022 fic and I just adore it so much. There's some angst here, sure, but it's got a really adorable ending that was honestly an accident but I will die for that headcanon.

8: Do you get hate on fic?

On AO3, no. There was some shit on ff dot net but eh. Joke's on them, I have improvised, adapted, overcome.

9: Do you write smut?

I'm going to let Hope (@geekygirlexperience) explain this one BECAUSE IT IS ENTIRELY HER FAULT THAT THE IDIOTS IN QUESTION ARE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE legit never once and then these two idiots took up residence and here i am. they're paying rent with smut i guess

10: Do you write crossovers?

Half my brand at this point is random crossover shit. Like legit almost all my fics on ff dot net were low traffic because they were all crossovers and nobody went into those categories really. I have like... five planned right now? And a few posted. There's even a death knight Darth Vader that I have poked recently for ideas because that's still funny to me. And because Koltira and Thassarian deserve more fics.

11: Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not by a person, but those scraper apps sure get on my fucking nerves for free.

12: Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I would love to see it happen! If anyone sees this and wants to, here's your permission. Go nuts, I wanna see how it goes! I can't read more than English yet but by god I can figure enough out to get the gist of it.

13: Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Also no, but I would also love to try at some point! Closest I've gotten was the peanut galleries offering ideas and crowdsourcing.

14: What's your all time favorite ship?

You know what, I don't actually have an all time favorite. I am a multishipper I have a whole goddamn fleet of these things. But we'll pick by fandom, yes? KOTOR is Revan/Alek/Carth and I will die on that damn hill it takes two idiots to manage the worse idiot. THR is a solid tie between the Firebrands (there's a trend here) and Kantam/Cohmac, though Reathbell is a very, very close second. WoW is Halduron/Aethas bc oops the fandom convinced me. I'm actually writing them in the near future bc the fandom has once again got me back on my disaster elves bullshit. Goddamn chris metzen just had to go and announce a quel'thalas xpac...

15: What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't?

As much as I hate to say that any of them won't be finished, for sure any prompt month or prompt series fics that aren't already finished definitely aren't getting a completed marking. I love the prompts, but... if I can't get them done that month I never will.

16: What are your writing strengths?

I'm passing on this one lol it's too late at night and my brain too fried from this week at work and other assorted bullshit

17: What are your writing weaknesses?

See above

18: Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I rather enjoy it, it spices things up and you can learn a lot about how languages work by having to string together sentences. And sometimes it's fun to let your characters be assholes in their native languages and everyone else just has the knowledge that this was an insult but no idea who it was directed towards or what it actually was about. I'll do this with Mando'a a fair bit and then drop the translations in the notes, but try and get the general gist across in the writing.

19: First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars. Back in 7th grade and it's on paper never to be seen by the light of the internet.

20: Favorite fic you've written?

Surprisingly, it's "To Start Again", which is a modern AU WoW fic but like 9-1-1 and Grey's Anatomy flavored (don't ask me how I came upon this idea, there may have been strong pain meds involved at the time, that was the summer I almost broke my leg on the basement stairs). This particular fic has been idling for a bit, but uh... it's actually the bulk of my NaNo this year. I'll start posting the rewritten chapters and new content in the new year once I build up a cushion.

Anyway, if you see this (and that includes you Hope if you want to as I kinda made you see this XD) consider yourself tagged. I'm horrible about remembering most URLs honestly I had to check Discord to remember Lee's URL like???

[autumnal-prince]

Random Storm Hawks Headcanon...

Stork smells like freshly dug dirt and rain ♥

[yami268]

I do not think the Condor has a prison/holding cell, even though it’s something that Stork would probably want to have.

[far-side-skies]

What country do you think each terra represents?

I started this at work the day I got this ask, and then the tumblr app said "fuck you" and deleted the draft. Thanks tumblr.

Anyway this was a fairly easy question to answer, I've had headcanons for this for a while :3

Terra Rex: Pretty obviously based on England, specifically the rich fancy parts like Edwardian-era London. There doesn't appear to be any royal family ruling the Terra, but since 'Rex' means 'king', I wouldn't be surprised if there was a king or queen hiding in the lore we never got to see. 'The Terra of Kings' should have a monarchy, right? Or maybe these fictional Brits did what us irl lot never could and tossed the royal family into the Wastelands.

Terra Atmos: I was never sure about this one, there were no context clues that implied it was based on any particular culture, old or new. Since I recall it was described as "the centre of the known atmos" by Piper in Home Movie Night, I headcanon it to have started off as a major international trade hub. As a result its people have a very random mix of cultural backgrounds. Many of them come from the families of traders or travelling workers.

Terra Mesa: Another one I'm not 100% certain of in terms of canon, but ever since @todayis-snowy drew Starling in a cowboy outfit I have been a firm believer in Mesa having a Wild West feel based on America in the 1800s. Proper Red Dead Redemption style terrain.

Terra Glockencheime: I think this has a German steampunk basis to it? Sadly the most we see of any irl influence seems to be the accents of the keepers of the time pulse, which struck me as German, so Terra Germany it is I guess.

Terra Gale: So far every Canadian in the Storm Hawks discord is adamant that Gale is based on the Quebec region of Canada, and I'm inclined to believe them. The frenchmen are actually french-canadian!

Terra Saharr: Deserts and their sky knights have australian accents. This is Terra Australia. I wish we'd seen more of it.

Terra Blizaris: Another, slightly more obvious Canada-based Terra, though I can't remember off the top of my head which region the Canadians in the server said it reminded them of. I think it was northwest Canada? Eh?

Terra Bogaton: Another one I'm not sure of. It's lizard culture. Probably based on some tribal cannibal stereotype if I'm being honest with myself, it was typical of the 2000s and it's not the only terra whose people are walking stereotypes.

Terra Vapos: Based on the architecture, Ancient Greece. Based on the fact that it's an ancient terra lost to myth? Vapos is probably the Atmos equivalent of Atlantis. Not a real country, but still based in irl mythos.

Terra Deep: I am doing a big leap in logic for this one, but this might be a reference to the Bermuda Triangle? With the ships going missing? I don't think that's what the writers were actually going for though.

Terra Amazonia: This Terra reminds me of the Amazon rainforest, particularly the regions in Peru.

Terra Nostrus: The same as Amazonia.

Terra Zartacla: Not a country, but the name is literally Alcatraz spelt backwards. A pretty obvious parallel.

Terra Xoam/The Forbidden City: This Terra has a lot of ancient mezoamerican influences in my opinion. Not much else to say since we never got to see any actual culture besides the buildings and traps.

Terra Neon: Vegas, baby!

Terra Wallop: Junko is seen wearing a kilt as part of traditional Wallop garb, so I'd say Wallop has a lot of Scottish influences.

Terra Cyclonia: With no real culture to speak of besides "capital of an Empire", I couldn't tell you which country this one might have canonically been based on. Me personally, I use a number of Greek influences for the history, clothing and mythology of the Terra, and base everything else off of in-universe lore I've come up with for it. With a bit of Russian for the language and alphabet, because ever since I discovered the delight that is Russian cursive, I have forever headcanon'd that Dark Ace's handwriting is just like that, and nobody but other Cyclonians can read it.

And that's all the Terras I can list off in my head. I know not all of them are based on actual countries, but some of them were so specific that I had to scale down from full countries.

[orchid-151]

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Well, ladies and gentlemen, I spent 4 years studying ecology, behavior, and evolution an accredited university...and now I use it to write gay fanfiction about a karate soap opera. Granted, my school’s career services were pretty shite, and they never quite made it clear what I should be using my degree for, but I’m pretty sure it’s not this.

AND YET.

Anyways I have a long-standing headcanon that Eli has a special interest in “badass” animals (namely raptors and reptiles) that really intensified around the time he got super into Cobra Kai. And now, naturally, I’m going to subject the rest of you to it, AND use it as an excuse to infodump all the random-ass animal facts I know!!!

(Also credit to @asphodel-storm because part of what really solidified this headcanon was seeing her use it in her fic Second Chances and I was like :O Yes!!! Hawk loves badass animals!!!)

Ever wondered why Demetri just had random knowledge about snake pupil shapes queued up to lecture Kreese about??? Like how on EARTH would you know that off the top of your head unless you either a) had a specific interest in snakes or reptiles (which I haven’t really seen from Demetri other than that) or b) you had someone in close proximity constantly infodumping to you about reptiles, and you hung on their every word OR you independently researched reptile facts to impress/better engage with that person??? Because take it from me, niche snake pupil trivia is NOT something that any “science nerd” would know. Like I was none the wiser about the round vs. slit snake pupil thing, and I was in a bio-adjacent major!

Also like. Dem and Eli should probably talk about the fact that Kreese apparently shattered Dem’s nose to the point of him needing stitches??? So here I make them! Angst (but also some much-needed closure) ensues.

“He’s a man of few words...unless you bring up reptiles or birds of prey. Then he will have far more words than you’re prepared to handle.” --Demetri about Eli, at some point prior to the show probably

Chapter 1: Here

Chapter 2: Here

Chapter 3: Here

All 3 are also posted on my AO3, SummerPhlox!

CW here for homophobia and some sexist talk/language at the end (sadly, the teachings of my problematic fave Johnny Lawrence don’t die easy). Be warned, this is the longest of these bad bois yet!!! A whopping 7k+ words! Keep Reading at your dash’s risk!

***

The Nature Center

“Come on, come on, come on!”

Demetri lets himself be unceremoniously dragged through the cactus gardens, Eli’s grip around his wrist stronger than some of the rock formations they’ve driven past. Saguaros and organ pipes and barrels alike whip past at alarming speeds, and Demetri considers telling Eli he could be very grievously injured if he hypothetically were to be rammed into one. Say, for example, if he had a friend yanking him into a desert wildlife nature center at roughly 40 miles per hour.

He sighs wearily. “We’re on an urgent mission to save our best friend from certain doom, and you still want to stop here and dick around.”

“It’ll only be a couple hours,” Eli mumbles as he maneuvers them around a particularly frightening-looking cholla patch.

Demetri grinds his feet into the dirt, pulling his friend back. Eli stumbles and loses his balance, nearly sending them both careening into the chollas.

Demetri frowns. “A couple hours?”

His friend turns, giving him a pair of the big, sad eyes that have caused him no shortage of trouble over the years. “One hour?” he says, a little too hopefully.

Demetri sighs. “Okay. Not a second longer, though. And you’re doing all the night driving we inevitably get stuck with. All the way to Mazatlán!”

“Deal.” Eli turns back to the faded adobe building, and the dragging resumes.

Something soft brushes against Demetri’s leg. He tenses, suddenly concerned about the number of wild tarantula species in Mexico. His eyes flick down, and he slackens with relief when he catches sight of nothing more than a sprig of breeze-battered pink wildflowers.

They’re almost to the doors—and out of the unforgiving heat—when Eli lurches to a stop.

“Dem, look!” Eli tugs on his arm, pointing at a nearby rock. “Looklooklook!”

Any annoyance in Demetri abruptly drains out, replaced by a soft warmth. It’s been a long time since Eli’s called him Dem. Maybe even longer since he’s seen Eli this excited about something.

Demetri squints, spotting a mottled brown lizard doing enough push-ups to make Eli’s workout routine look shabby. As the little creature goes up and down, he catches glimpses of bright blue under the chin—a tiny, puffed-up dewlap, probably. The color reminds him of a certain mohawk that once made his life very…interesting.

Across the sun-baked rock are two slightly-smaller light brown lizards—presumably females. They both stare vacantly out into the desert air, the male’s exuberant display lost on them.

Eli nudges him, snickering. “Look, he’s trying to get babes.” He cups his hands around his mouth and hoots. “Work it!”

Demetri smiles sadly, shaking his head. “Doesn’t seem like a successful endeavor thus far.”

Eli scoffs. “Their loss! Who doesn’t want a guy who works out?”

As if to demonstrate, Eli strikes a pose and flexes a bicep. Demetri groans.

“Oh, great. I thought you were past this.”

“You wish. The Power of the Hawk is never finished!” Eli spreads his arms and lets out a bellow. Despite himself, Demetri laughs.

“How am I best friends with such a hammy idiot?”

“That’s a two-way street, my friend.” Eli smirks, slapping him on the back.

Eli’s hand lingers on his shoulder blade as they glance back at the rock. The male lizard has sped up his push-ups substantially, as though achieving supersonic pace will at last impress the ladies.

Currently, it is not. Both female lizards have closed their eyes, the male’s dramatics having apparently put them to sleep.

“You see his dewlap?” Demetri asked.

“He has a dewlap?” Eli squints. “Wow. I totally clocked his species wrong.”

“Barely. I’m just getting little flashes of it.” Demetri breaks into a smirk. “I guess blue is the color of overcompensation.”

“I gue—HEY!” He laughs as an elbow collides with his ribs. “Don’t make fun of the blue ‘hawk! It got your dumb ass, like, 7 beers!”

And I needed about 3 more to stomach you swapping spit with Moon.

Demetri thinks better of saying it aloud.

He really shouldn’t be bad-mouthing the color blue, anyways. Blue is the color of so many nice things.

Miyagi-Do. Ravenclaw house. The TARDIS. Spock’s uniform. Obi-Wan Kenobi’s lightsaber. Captain Marvel. Eli’s eyes. Stuff like that.

“It wasn’t the worst look for you,” Demetri admits. “I think that award goes solidly to the firetruck rooster hairdo.” His smirk widens. “Didn’t help that you were being such a cock.”

Eli groans. “Get that on one of your stupid pun shirts, why don’t you?”

“Maybe I will! Just a picture of you doing that wannabe scary scowl of yours and a big caption that says ‘Don’t be a cock!’”

He does a sweeping motion with his hands as he says it, and earns a reluctant snigger from Eli.

“Oh, my god. I hate you.”

“I’ll make one, and wear it to graduation instead of robes.”

“You’d better not. I’ll sob to Counselor Blatt until she withholds your diploma.”

“Ah, yes! The woman who singlehandedly stopped bullying at West Valley High! I’m sure she’ll be completely proficient at navigating high school bureaucracy to prevent me from graduating.”

Eli snickers. “Yeah, okay, fair. I guess I’ll have to make an equally embarrassing shirt of you.”

“Well, good luck finding an embarrassing aspect of my personality that I don’t also embrace wholeheartedly.”

On the rock, the two female lizards decide they have seen one push-up too many and skitter off. Eli lets out a disappointed cry, looking genuinely a little sad.

“Aw, little buddy! They didn’t deserve you, anyway.”

Demetri snaps a twig off a nearby shrub and starts toward the rock. “Maybe we can give him a free lunch to help him feel better.”

Eli sneers at him, snatching the twig away and chucking it over his shoulder. “Lizards don’t eat wood, you idiot. They’re insectivores like 90% of the time.”

The lizard’s head shoots up as they approach, pondering them for a moment. Before Demetri can figure out how to go about acquiring a dead bug, the reptile scampers under the branches of a creosote bush and is gone.

“Anyways.” Eli’s hand slides down and fastens around Demetri’s wrist again, returning to yanking him toward the nature center. “There’s lots of other shit to see. Come on!”

As they head toward the entrance, Eli’s gaze flicks back to the now-empty rock.

“Can’t believe that fucker had a dewlap,” he muses, half to himself. “No idea what he was supposed to be. I really thought whiptail. Maybe alligator lizard, but I don’t think they live this far south. Besides, the markings aren’t quite right. And he’s too dark to be a brush lizard.” He curls his lip. “It’s going to drive me fucking nuts.”

Demetri smiles, fondness starting to trickle through him. Apparently the “badass animal” special interest is cycling back around again.

Better that than karate cults.

The wave of cool air hits Demetri as soon as Eli opens the door, so eagerly it nearly smacks the taller boy in the face. The nature center is surprisingly crowded, the air filled with tinny animal noises that can only come from several small children pressing every display button at once. Kids are being chased by many a stressed parent, snapping at them in both Spanish and English. Nonetheless, there’s no entrance fee, so perhaps Demetri should count his blessings.

“You sure about this?” He raises his eyebrows. “Seems like a tourist trap.”

“Demetri! They have a tarantula section! We are going!”

There’s no time to argue before he is being pulled along once again. Demetri wonders idly when Eli went from an arachnophobe who hid in baggy sweaters every time Aragog came on screen to thinking tarantulas were the coolest shit he had ever seen, apparently. Probably a particularly brutal brand of exposure therapy while trying to be Cobra Kai’s toughest fighter.

It makes Demetri’s stomach churn, thinking of Eli bullying the terror out of himself, but he shakes the thought away. It’s months behind them, and Eli is okay now.

Besides, Demetri hardly minds Eli being a fearless force of nature, when he isn’t using that energy to break arms and commit felonies and such.

“Oh, shit! They literally liquify their prey and start digesting it! That’s so metal. And apparently there’s this really fucked up species of parasitic wasp that lays eggs inside tarantulas and then the larvae eat them from the inside out—”

Eli begins eagerly feeling up a large, hairy model of a tarantula leg. Demetri passes.

Before he knows it, he’s being yanked to the scorpion information panel on the other side. “Oh my god, these things can fucking kill you if they sting you. That’s so cool. And they have these weird hairs on their legs they can detect movement and shit with, so if you go anywhere near one, you’re already screwed, and they also like—”

Demetri starts to worry that it may be difficult convincing Eli to leave.

“—and venom in general is so wild, man. Like that shit goes in and fucks up your spine so you’re just frozen as you die. What a way to go. Although if I was a mouse or whatever, I think going out to a Gila monster would be pretty sick. Like at least you die with dignity. Better than a cactus falling on you. And I mean—”

Eli opens up little boxed information panels with reckless abandon, commentary not ceasing the entire time.

“—are you fucking kidding me? They really called this asshole an ‘earless lizard?’ All lizards are earless, idiot! I mean, unless you count earholes, but there’s a difference between those and ‘ears.’ And the lesser earless lizard, too?! Like it’s bad enough some dick is calling attention to the fact that you don’t have ears, but now these poor fucks can’t even have self-esteem? It’s depressing, Demetri, I’m telling you—”

He stops mid-rant, suddenly turning to gape at something behind Demetri. Demetri feels his friend’s finger ram into his side several times.

“Oh my god. There’s a snake room?!”

Demetri chuckles, shaking his head fondly. “You are so predictable, Eli Moskowitz.”

“Look, just because Cobra Kai are assholes doesn’t mean actual snakes aren’t still sick as fuck.”

Demetri is once again being tugged across the tile floor and into the next room. At this point, he simply lets it happen.

“I read up on it a while back, and there’s actually a shitton of rattlesnake species,” Eli goes on. “They’re not even the most badass ones, though—kingsnakes will just fucking wrap them up and eat them. Rattlesnake venom doesn’t do shit to them. It’s insane. And that’s not even touching on gopher snakes—those things can get like 10 feet long, and like that’s not enough to get anyone to fuck off, they can reshape their damn heads and pretend to be rattlesnakes and I think—”

Eli’s rant fades into the background as Demetri squints at the artwork on the snake information plaque. A vast, starry sky stretches out behind silhouettes of mountains, cacti, and shrubs. In the foreground, a moon-washed creature appearing to be a nightsnake is poised with his head raised and his little forked tongue extended. His orange eyes, sliced by black slits, are glowing eerily in the darkness.

“Hey, Eli.” Demetri nudges the other boy. “Did they get the pupils right on that one?”

“—and the reason sidewinders do that whole creepy ribbon candy-looking thing is because it doesn’t move the sand around as much, so they won’t slide down the dune or whatever. Probably also mimics the wind so they can disguise movements and hunt better. Or not get eaten by shit hiding in the sand. You know, like that sand walk they do in Dune? So the sand worms don’t—oh.”

Eli cuts his ramble short as Demetri’s question finally processes. The shorter boy studies the painting, gaze flicking to the information panel a few times.

“Yeah, vertical pupils are right,” he says finally. “A lot of patterned snakes have them. Something about making their eyes not stand out by having them look like scales or something.”

Demetri nods approvingly. “I do see how that could be unnerving. You know the thing’s looking at you, but you can’t tell from where. The kind of constant, invisible surveillance only seen in the bleakest of dystopias.”

Eli snorts. “You should write some desert wasteland Mad Max-type shit where the government uses automaton nightsnakes to spy on everyone. People would eat that up.”

Demetri chuckles. “You know, maybe I will! It’s not a bad backup plan, if the computer science career doesn’t work out.”

He looks again at the snake painting’s slit-pupiled eyes and sighs, shaking his head.

“You know, I still can’t believe that war criminal ex-sensei of yours is going around proclaiming to be a snake aficionado when he’s got such a blatantly incorrect king cobra on his arm.”

“Right? It’s kinda sad.”

Eli laughs, but it sounds forced. He looks away from the nightsnake display, shuffling awkwardly and not meeting Demetri’s eyes.

“I, ah…” Eli’s hand comes up to rub nervously at the back of his buzzcut. “I shouldn’t have been such a dick to you when he punched you in the face.”

Eli Moskowitz is not one to apologize over and over. Demetri figures that the first time gets the point across, in Eli’s opinion—no need to keep repeating it. It helps that Eli has always sucked at bullshitting. It isn’t hard to tell when the man is being genuine, if you know him well enough.

Nonetheless, Demetri knows that all the lingering guilt from Eli’s Cobra Kai fuckery didn’t just dissolve.

The fact really should not fill Demetri with as much smug glee as it does.

Perhaps “glee” is too strong—and too sadistic—a word for it. Perhaps it’s only relief. The ever-present relief that Eli really did mean it when he said he was sorry, and it wasn’t all some elaborate act (Eli has, regrettably, gotten a little better at bullshitting since the Hawk shtick). The relief that Eli is back with him—and works every day to make up for the very, very shitty 6 months he spent away from Demetri, terrorizing him and the rest of the Valley. The relief that Eli regrets his time spent being an asshole, and not the choice to turn his back on Kreese and all his bullshit.

Still, Demetri can’t resist being a little petty. Not when Eli Moskowitz peed in his bed at sleepovers for over 10 years and then acted like such an absolute shithead for several months.

And broke his heart. That too.

He nudges Eli’s side. “Are you just now realizing that?”

“No, I just, uh…I always felt a little bad about it.” He keeps rubbing his buzzcut. “You couldn’t admit that kind of thing in Cobra Kai. ‘The weak don’t belong’ and all that.”

Demetri snorts. “Charming sentiment. I do wonder what the endgame was for being ‘the baddest dojo in the Valley.’ Another secret, even bigger karate trophy? World domination?”

Eli laughs, seeming to relax slightly. “More like continuing to boost Sensei Kreese’s ego.”

“It gets much bigger than it already is, and he’ll be releasing some herpetological virus that makes all snake pupils shrink to slits, just so he doesn’t have to be wrong about something.”

Eli looks up at him, suddenly grimacing. “Did you really have to get stitches?”

“Oh, yeah.” Demetri winces at the memory. “I came home with my nose bleeding everywhere and my mom freaked out and rushed me to the ER. She yelled at like…7 nurses in Greek. It’s kind of funny, thinking back on it. Anyways, I probably didn’t need all 12 of those stitches, but you know how my mom is.”

“Sure do.” Eli chuckles softly. “I’m honestly surprised she was cool with us hanging out again, after…you know…”

He trails off, looking away. Demetri frowns.

“You know I didn’t tell her that was you, right?”

Eli’s head snapped back to him. “Huh?”

“She thinks it was some random new kid whose name I didn’t know.” Demetri rolls his eyes. “She already worries about anything and everything as is. Where do you think I get it from? I wasn’t about to tell her my wayward and misguided best friend is going around assaulting me.”

Eli winces, and Demetri feels a stab of guilt.

“Hey.” He lifts a hand and quickly squeezes Eli’s shoulder. “You know I’m not still mad about that. Frankly, though, I am a little insulted that you really think I’d snitch on you to my mom and get her on some kind of witch hunt after you. Besides, I’m not looking to collect another round of stitches, thank you very much.”

Eli breaks into a smile, sniggering. “Snitches get stitches. Anyways.” His face turns serious again. “I, uh…I owe you one for not telling your mom about…that. I don’t think she’d ever be able to look at me again.”

“She might plot your murder. Or worse, press charges.” Demetri made a face. “Listen, no matter how pissed I was at you, I didn’t want you getting beat up in juvie or six feet under.”

“I would not get beat up in juvie!”

“Oh, please. Juvie is full of people who don’t need karate to be scary. There’s always going to be a better fighter, especially if they were raised somewhere they’ve needed it all their life.”

Eli pouts defiantly. “I could take them!”

He still looks so young when he makes that face. Suddenly they’re 8 years old again, Eli on the verge of tears after the mean kid in the class took the last of the popsicle flavor they knew he liked. Even with the added muscles and the gritty back tattoo, it’s hard not to still see some of that sensitive little boy when Demetri looks at him.

He imagines that elementary school kid locked up in a prison yard, and he feels sick to his stomach.

“People get traumatized in there, Eli.” His voice drops, and he takes a step closer to his friend. “Doesn’t matter how tough you are. I don’t want you anywhere near there.”

“I could kick ass if I wanted to.” Eli grunts disapprovingly. “Besides, Cobra Kai can get away with whatever. Kreese has a bunch of the city officials wrapped around his finger because he’s a Vietnam vet. I figure that’s how he didn’t get arrested for aggravated assault, because there’s no way your mom wouldn’t have called the cops on him.”

“Oh! So you admit it! You admit it was aggravated assault!”

Demetri stuck a taunting finger in Eli’s face. Scowling, his friend ducked away.

“Yeah, yeah. Fine. I looked it up too, and I didn’t want to admit you were right.”

“As I so often am,” Demetri added smugly.

“Not all the time!” Eli retorted. “What about…um…”

Demetri breaks into a conniving grin as Eli struggles to remember an instance where his supergenius best friend was, in fact, incorrect about something.

He hums mockingly. “That’s what I thought.”

Eli groans, slapping a hand to his face. “You were acting like your life was over after one sock to the face. You act like your life is over when you stub your toe. What was I supposed to think?!”

“Many people go their entire lives without a broken nose, Eli. I’d even managed to avoid getting any from Kyler so far.”

Eli’s hand drops, lip curling up in a hint of a smile. “He sure tried. You were always too quick for him.”

“Ah, yes.” Demetri shook his head at the memory. “The tried-and-true strategy: Squirm out of Kyler’s gross, sweaty grip and haul ass out of there. Quite the high drama. ‘Alexopoulos and Moskowitz, on the run for their lives!’”

He sweeps a hand for emphasis, and finally gets a chuckle out of Eli. “God, we were such sissies back then. Always just caving and running to our moms whenever there was trouble.”

Demetri shakes his head.

“Not always,” he argues. “You found out soon enough what happened if your mom caught wind and tried to meddle. And I never actually told my mom Mr. Anatomically Incorrect Cobra Tattoo was the one who broke my nose.”

“Really?” Eli looks up at him in surprise.

“You told me not to get your crazed karate teacher a year in prison and a $10,000 dollar fine, so I didn’t.” Demetri shrugs. “I went and vagued about my grievances via Yelp instead. Of course, that was still too much for you, but it seemed like the option that would cause you less distress overall.”

Eli raises his eyebrows. “I think the issue there is that you weren’t vague enough.”

Demetri only rolls his eyes. “I certainly could have gone into more gory detail if I’d wanted to—no pun intended. I simply chose not to.”

“I guess I should thank you for that.” Eli sighs, looking down. “I never realized that’s why you didn’t snitch. I just thought you were…” He trails off uncomfortably.

Demetri snorts. “What, scared of you? Don’t give yourself so much credit. I mean yes, you did kind of give me the heebie jeebies later on, but not after making a handful of douchey comments and yelling at me once over FaceTime. I have a slightly thicker skin than that.”

“Maybe it’d have been better in the long run, though. If you called the cops on him.” Eli shakes his head, smiling forlornly. “Could’ve saved us a lot of grief at the All Valley.”

“Yeah, right. I’m pretty sure you would have drowned me in the ocean and left my body for the sharks.”

“Would not! The ocean doesn’t need more pollution, Demetri.”

“A body isn’t pollution, it’s fresh food! An ecosystem contributor!”

“Your clothes, dumbass. You get eaten by eels or whatever and then everything on your person ends up either in something’s stomach or the Great Pacific Garbage Patch.”

“Well, I’m glad marine health is important enough to you for you to cancel your murder plans, Eli.”

“What can I say? I’m a California progressive.” He smirks a little before his face falls again. “In all seriousness…yeah, I would’ve been really pissed, but I’d get over it when I heard how full of shit he really was. It’d be okay in the end.” Eli bristles slightly. “He deserves it.”

Demetri feels his friend tense up beside him, and a wave of concern ripples through him.

Demetri knows he’ll never admit it, of course, but Eli is scared of John Kreese. Scared of what a man who has seen war and clawed his way out to the other side and knows how to twist people any way he wants might still do to a traitor.

“He’ll get his just desserts eventually.” Demetri reaches up and gives Eli’s shoulder another squeeze. “The cops can’t always turn a blind eye to…well, whatever he does in that cursed dojo of his. I’d wager only about…maybe 30% of it is actually legal.”

Eli laughs softly, leaning into his touch. “30%? That’s generous, Demetri. I doubt it even tops 15.”

A distinctive piercing screech runs through the nature center, made tinny and artificial by poor-quality speakers. Eli’s eyes widen.

“Oh my god,” he breathes. “They have a raptor section?!”

Demetri raises his eyebrows. “How do you know the soundtrack isn’t just queuing up for you to fight someone?”

Eli snorts. “Because if I had a soundtrack, it’d have way better sound quality than that. I live in LA, not some midwestern shithole with terrible production design.”

He starts frantically looking around, head whipping in every direction as he tries to locate the source of the cry.

“Where is it?” he demands to no one in particular. “Where’s the bird of prey room?!”

“Calm down, Harley Qui—”

He isn’t even able to finish the statement before his wrist is once again being tugged to the exit by an insistent (but nonetheless very warm) hand. Eli is relentless, wrenching him from room to room with the drive of a persistence predator with unlimited stamina. Demetri wonders idly if this is how humans managed to rise to the top of the food chain—i.e. dragging their long-suffering friends all over the place with no end in sight.

It's a wonder, really, how the Nature Center Society of Mexico or whatever-have-you has the budget to make so many rooms in a tiny building in the middle of nowhere. The electricity bills needed to cool the place down to a reasonable temperature must be astronomical. Demetri feels like he’s in some anxiety-inducing fever dream, rushing around a strange, unfamiliar location and being utterly unable to find what he’s looking for.

Or at least he would feel that way if Eli wasn’t holding onto him like a damn lifeline once again.

That seems to be happening a lot lately. Demetri is not going to complain.

The hawk screech sounds again, louder and even more grating this time. Eli lets out a triumphant bellow and pulls Demetri down one last hallway. They burst into a sunlit room, panoramic window giving an excellent view of some distant, dusty mountains.

That isn’t what catches Eli’s attention, though.

The ceiling is spangled with hanging birds. Plastic and stuffed models alike are suspended by delicate wires, beaks parted and wings spread wide. Demetri looks up and sees everything from owls to eagles to ospreys to falcons to kestrels to grackles to woodpeckers to tiny doves and finches.

It’s like walking into an aviary where some all-powerful wizard has managed to freeze time.

And, of course, there’s no less than 3 different species of hawk. He braces himself to get a massive earful about each one.

Eli looks around—mouth hanging open, more than a little starstruck. He breaks into the biggest beam Demetri’s ever seen, so large that Demetri is honestly surprised his face can contain it.

He probably feels like he’s flying as much as the dangling birds are.

Demetri remembers the dumb bit from Titanic where Kate Winslet stands on the edge of the ship and excitedly tells Leo DiCaprio that she’s flying. Certainly not on the level of actually having wings, he’s sure, but still perhaps worth re-enacting if he and Eli ever find themselves on a boat. (And they live 30 minutes from the ocean—it’s not an outlandishly unlikely possibility.) Still something Eli might enjoy.

“Oh, dude!” Demetri is tugged across the floor as Eli points up at a mass of deep brown feathers tinged with reddish-orange. “They have Harris’s hawk here?! These fuckers are so cool. They hunt in packs. Imagine being lost in the desert and you finally see buildings in the distance and then you get mowed down by a hoard of these guys. It would suck, but it would be a sick way to go. And—oh, my god! They have these too?!”

Demetri can only follow as Eli’s attention is captured by another type of hawk. This one is a bit smaller, underbelly a brown-speckled white.

“I read about those,” Eli says importantly, pointing. “They actually pounce like cats. Like they’ll hide in the bushes and just explode out at you. It’s weird as hell. Pretty badass, though. Oh, shit, Demetri, look! These little fucks!”

Demetri barely has time to get a look at the strange pouncing raptor before Eli has already yanked him to the next one. It’s nearly identical to the last, but it’s the smallest yet—barely bigger than the jays that frequent his mom’s birdfeeder.

“I read somewhere the males help raise the chicks, but they’re deadbeat dads.” Eli sniggers. “They eat all the mouse heads before they even get back to the nest, and apparently that’s the best part. So they hog all the good shit for themselves and bring their kids a bunch of saggy leftovers. Birds can be dicks, man.”

“I don’t know.” Demetri nudges him playfully in the side. “Out of all the ones we’ve seen, that’s the one that reminds me most of you.”

Eli’s head shoots up to glare at him. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Well, he’s certainly small enough to be you. A tiny hawk that eats mouse heads—sounds about right.”

“Hey!” Eli lifts a leg and kicks his shin—soft, but firm. Enough to make him wince slightly, but not enough to stop his chortling. “You’re just mad I know more about raptors than you.”

“I promise you, I am not.” Despite himself, Demetri smiles. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I am quite impressed. However, the fact that you’re some kind of amateur bird expert doesn’t exactly fill me with an envious rage.”

Eli smirks at him. “It will, after I tell you all the shit I know about gray hawks.”

Demetri chuckles. “All right, Professor Moskowitz, take it away.”

Their next stop is near the back corner of the room, underneath an admittedly very pretty bird. This hawk is a sleek silvery gray, belly interspersed with tiny white stripes. Eli is talking before they even arrive.

“—and the really cool thing is they’re actually super good at flying through trees, and sometimes they just snatch shit right off the branches. They basically only eat reptiles, and it’s fucking badass. Like they can eat fucking spiny lizards and somehow not like…gash up their throats at all? They’re going around swallowing the animal equivalent of spiked maces several times a day, and they don’t give a single shit about it. They can also catch fucking whipsnakes, and I mean, have you seen a whipsnake?! They’re fast as shit! And whipsnakes can eat rattlesnakes, it’s insane. And then a fucking gray hawk can swoop in and snatch them up like it’s nothing. I think they eat horned lizards too, and it’s like—”

Eli’s enthused presentation fades into the background as Demetri becomes acutely aware of something.

He’s fairly certain that not once since they stepped into this godforsakenly huge building has Eli let go of his hand.

Sure, having a grip on Demetri’s wrist was best for optimal yanking and making sure Demetri didn’t try to escape the onslaught of desert animal fun facts. Also ensuring they didn’t get separated in the oddly large crowd. The interesting part, however, is that somewhere in their jaunt around the nature center, Eli’s fingers have slid down to clasp Demetri’s.

Demetri wonders when it happened. Judging by how warm his hand feels, probably a while ago.

Strange that he didn’t notice. Demetri guesses it somehow felt so natural that when his synapses informed him of it, it only stayed for a moment before being casually dismissed. He didn’t even give it a second thought.

Demetri and Eli used to hold hands when they were much younger. In elementary school, it was one of the few ways to calm Eli down when he was on the edge of falling into a panic or succumbing to a meltdown. Sometimes when things got to be too stressful and overwhelming and Eli got caught up in his head, it helped to give him a concrete link to the physical world. It helped with the bullies, too—a small gesture of physical affection to remind him that even if no one else had his back, Demetri always would.

Perhaps it had been a little possessive, too. A way to assure that if someone came along, friend or foe, and tried to grab Eli Moskowitz away, there would be resistance.

Demetri smirks, amused by the memory. He imagines a younger version of himself shooting threatening glares at the kids who came anywhere near Eli.

He hadn’t trusted the lot of them. They were quick to feign friendliness and put a knife to your back. Nonetheless, he meant to send another message as well.

Find your own friend! This one’s mine!

Regardless, it currently seems that it also felt so natural to Eli that he either hadn’t noticed they were holding hands (and had been for some time now), or he was doing it on purpose. Demetri isn’t sure which possibility he likes better.

“Eli?” He breaks into a slow smile.

“—and they’re insanely good at what equates to like…bird air acrobatics, like they can swerve through basically anything and so even if you run into some really tangled thicket or whatever, you’re still probably fucked, and—yeah?” Eli cuts himself off to look at Demetri, eyes curious.

“Are you planning on letting go of my hand anytime soon?”

Brief terror flashes across Eli’s face, like he was hoping Demetri either wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t say anything. (No such luck.) It quickly fades, however, to be replaced by a sharp cunning Demetri didn’t expect.

“No.” He lowers his voice. “Because it’s really pissing off those people over there.”

His eyes surreptitiously flick to the side. Demetri glances over to see an elderly couple, looking to be plucked straight from a conservative Arizona retirement home and glowering at them like they just took a knife to the vitals of several children. He gives them the most pleasantly passive-aggressive smile he can manage. They scoff, in almost perfect we’ve-been-married-50-years type sync, and turn to study a nearby cactus wren display.

“So it is.” Demetri’s smile widens. “How long have they been watching us, exactly?”

“A while,” Eli says smugly, refusing to specify further. “I followed them over here. Thought I’d get our gay contaminants even closer to their Christian Family Values.”

Demetri chuckles. “That was a very good call.”

Eli’s eyes twinkle with mischief. “You know what would piss them off even more?”

“Do tell.”

Eli, apparently, would prefer to show. He stands on his toes, wrapping his free arm around Demetri’s neck and pressing their lips together.

He tastes like fast food hash browns, espresso, raptor trivia, and spite. He kisses hard—and Demetri knows he’s doing it to put on a show, but he can’t help but relish it anyway.

A little egotistical of him, maybe, but he likes to be shown off. Even if it’s only to stick it to a couple homophobes who look to have been around since the fall of the Roman Empire.

Demetri wraps his untethered arm around Eli’s waist, pulling him closer. If Eli wants to make this into an elaborate performance, far be it from him not to join in.

It’s honestly a shame his heart can’t run the infamous gym class mile in his place, with how fast it’s going right now. Its time would rival the cross country team captain’s.

He tilts down to dip Eli slightly, and the other boy leans into it. They move in the same unspoken sync they did at the Christmas house fight, the same sync that linked them at the hip for 10 years. It’s not difficult to feed off each other’s body signals, to move together like they’re one creature.

It’s something so integral to Demetri’s being that it nearly destroyed him when he lost it.

And now Eli Moskowitz might well destroy him again, by kissing him just a little too eagerly in the middle of a Sonoran desert nature center. Demetri wonders how many times it will have to happen before he gets a grip on himself.

Maybe he never will.

When Eli finally pulls away, his grin is blinding. The two of them turn to see the elderly couple now regarding them as though they set several orphanages ablaze. Eli beams at the pair, giving them a bird to go with the rest of the room. They storm toward the exit, the woman muttering something about how “there are children here.”

Ironic, really, given that the subjects of her grievances are far from legal adults themselves.

***

“Eli. Eli.”

Demetri receives no reply aside from continued huffs and pants.

“Eli, I am begging you to stop doing push-ups on my dashboard.”

“Absolutely not.” Eli puffs out the words in between heavy, overdramatic breaths. “How else am I supposed to get swole and land Mexican bitches?”

Demetri sighs. He tries to push away the part of his stomach that twists itself in a sad little knot.

“I really don’t think you should be basing your strategy to ‘land Mexican bitches’ off a lizard who lost the interest of both bitches he was attempting to land.”

Eli snorts. “Those bitches just had bad taste. I could find better ones in my sleep.”

Demetri rolls his eyes. Eli’s probably just messing with him, but he still feels a prickle of annoyance.

“Since when do you still care about this inane alpha male stuff again, anyways? I was really hoping you joining Miyagi Do meant Johnny Lawrence would stop rubbing off on you.”

“A guy’s gotta get laid, Demetri. And if we do it in Mexico, it’s no strings attached. Besides, I haven’t been in so long.”

Demetri wrinkles his nose. “You whiny baby. Just jack off like the rest of us. Look, a center of education is one thing, but I refuse to let us get off track on our very important rescue mission because you’re thinking with your dick.”

“You’re such a fucking nerd,” Eli sneers, although probably not with as much malice as he was hoping for.

“There, there.” Demetri takes a hand off the wheel to grab onto Eli’s ever-moving shoulder, giving it a couple squeezes. “I’m sure there will be plenty of time for acquiring ass after we make sure Miguel isn’t in mortal danger. We had our fun half an hour ago.” He gestures behind them. “The fun of a more…carnal nature we can save for later.”

“Get off, man! You’re messing up my rhythm!”

Eli roughly shakes his hand off, and Demetri sighs again.

“You’re ridiculous. You’re telling me that little make-out sesh we had in there didn’t tide you over at all?”

“Didn’t we establish that kind of thing doesn’t count?”

“As I recall, your qualification was ‘no witnesses.’ We had at least 20 in the bird room.”

Eli splutters, determined dashboard push-ups slowing for just a minute. “But I was just—I was trying to—fine! But it’s not the same as getting pussy.”

Demetri resists the urge to gag.

“You know, you don’t have to use all your ‘badass cool guy’ buzzwords here. It’s just me. You sound ridiculous when you say ‘getting pussy.’”

Although the push-ups start again, Eli seems genuinely crestfallen. This only makes Demetri more annoyed.

“I just figured while we’re here…” Eli starts, trailing off.

Demetri scoffs. “What, you think the locals are going to be racing to get a piece of the two California white boys who just rolled into town?”

“Maybe!” Eli snaps. “I don’t know. We might seem exotic or something. Or they could be impressed with the karate skills.”

“Look, while I’m sure not everyone in Mexico knows karate, I’d bet enough people do to make us not seem like much of a catch.”

“Do you always have to be like that?!”

“Like what?”

“Assuming the worst of everything!”

Somehow, no girls wanting to have sex with them in Mexico seems far from the worst-case scenario. In fact, Eli not getting naked with a member of the opposite sex for this entire trip is a scenario that brings Demetri more joy than it should.

I’m such a bad friend. Damn.

Demetri wished he knew why Eli was so hung up on girls. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what the big deal was. Exploring the female body was mildly interesting, but he couldn’t fathom how it could be such a potent motivator—especially after the lackluster way things had fizzled out with Yasmine.

Girls were fun, sure, and relaxing to spend time with after you’d been around a little too much testosterone. But it perplexed him how they were such an all-consuming force in so many guys’ minds.

“Ah, yes,” he says. “Contemplating us taking no sex stops on this trip truly is the worst-case scenario. Forget arriving in Mexico City and realizing that Miguel has been brainwashed and quickly risen the ranks of the local Mafia chapter and now has an ever-growing body count, Eli Moskowitz not getting laid would be a disaster.”

Eli scoffs. “I’m not just doing it to get laid, you know. I need to be in good shape to fight off Miguel’s dad’s goons. Or anyone who gives him trouble.”

Demetri frowns, feeling a sudden prick of dread. “You think Miguel’s dad is a big enough name in the crime world to have goons?”

“Any scary criminal worth half his shit has goons.” Eli scornfully growls the words as he continues to grind out an exercise routine the car is much too small for. “Sensei Kreese did. Heard he had guys pull sketchy shit with some land managers who tried to reclaim the dojo.”

Demetri winces. “Did we say 15% legal activities going on in that hellhole? Let’s bump it down to 10. Anyways.” He sighs. “If we’re going up against an entire army of goons, I don’t think a few car push-ups are going to make much difference. And no, I truly believe it will not get you laid, either.”

“Shut up,” Eli grumbles. Sadly, his push-ups still have not ceased. “It’s not like you’re any better than me. If you had a chance to get it on with some hot Mexican babe, I bet you’d take it.”

“Quit being gross.” Demetri reaches over and swats Eli’s shoulder. “And I mean that in more ways than one. You’re going to get sweat all over my mom’s car, and it already smells questionable enough from the remains of those nachos we spilled yesterday.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I accounted for that.”

The sound of push-ups—bless all the powers that be—finally ceases. Demetri hears a plastic rustling and glances over.

Eli is digging around in his footspace, brow furrowed slightly in concentration. He pulls out what appears to be a small paper cutout of a prickly pear cactus.

Demetri snorts in surprise. “Where did you get that?”

“At the gift shop,” Eli says airily. “When you weren’t looking.”

He tugs a wide string from the back and loops the trinket around the rear-view mirror. A tart, floral scent begins to fill the car.

“An air freshener?” Demetri tsks disapprovingly. “What, you think that gives you a free pass to dump perspiration and gas station food all over my seats? I’m still getting an earful from my mom, desert-flower-smelling car or not.”

“Sorry, I had to buy it.”

Demetri glances over to see Eli simpering in a very self-satisfied and aggravating way. “And why’s that?”

“Cactus Blossom’s the perfect air freshener for you,” Eli says smugly. “Because you’re such a dainty little flower, but you still somehow manage to be a total prick.”

Eli broke into snickers as Demetri’s fist collided with his shoulder. “You’re just mad ‘cause it’s true!” he cackled out.

“I am not a prick! Besides, cactuses are badass. They can go up to two years without hydration because their water storage is just that good.”

“Oh, I’m not denying that.” Demetri glances over to see Eli’s smirk hasn’t faded in the slightest. “It actually makes it all the more impressive that you manage to be this resilient, hardened drought-tolerant little shit, and you’re still somehow a total pansy.”

“My god. Why do I hang out with you?” Demetri shoots another punch into Eli’s shoulder, and his friend only laughs again.

“And you’re stuck with me all the way to Mexico City and back, babeyyyy!” To emphasize the direness of this situation, Eli slams both his hands into the dashboard and resumes his workout.

“I will throw you out of this car, Eli Moskowitz.”

“No, you won’t. You wouldn’t have anyone to tell you which of the snakes are venomous.”

Demetri lets out a long groan as huffs and pants once again fill the car. “Fine. Fine. You can stay. For now.”

***

SMH at Eli’s atrocious lizard identification skills, like that’s CLEARLY an ornate tree lizard??? Idiot

Disclaimer that I actually have no idea if ornate tree lizards are one of the species that do push-ups, but like. Something something Artistic Ecology License + Rule of Comedy has to trump accurate science sometimes

[lizbotw]

Hiii! Can you write a headcanon or scenario (whichever you're more comfortable with) of how Katsuki, Hawks and Todoroki would comfort their s/o, who is terrified of loud noises, during a thunderstorm. I'm not sure of how many characters you do per request, but if you only do 1 can you choose Katsuki 😅 Thank you~

Bakugou, Hawks, and Todoroki Comforting Their S/O During a Thunderstorm

first request!!! i hope you like it ♡ i did bullet points because i intended to do headcanons to start off simple, but they’re sort of scenario-ish? i think i might turn these into full blown scenarios one day so look out for that ;)

Bakugou Katsuki

It’s the first time you’re staying over at his place and there’s a storm raging outside. What had originally began as a light patter of rain had now turned into a downpour, and things seemed to be taking a turn for the worst as you caught sight of a lightning flash outside. You were bracing yourself for the loud thunder that usually accompanied it.

Somehow you had convinced Katsuki to make a blanket fort with you, taunting him that he probably sucked at it, and of course he had taken the challenge, so now you had an awesome blanket fort to cozy up in.

While you’re getting all comfortable among the blankets and pillows, thinking about what movie the two of should watch, Katsuki was in the kitchen getting snacks.

A sudden crack of thunder caused you to yelp and burrow down into the blankets, and he peeked his head out of the kitchen to see why you had made that noise.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you knocked down the fort again, I fucking swear to God.” Oops, yeah, you had knocked it down a few times before, but of course he always rebuilt it for you. ♡♡♡

But when you didn’t immediately reply this time, he grew pretty concerned. He pretended to be annoyed that he had to leave the kitchen to come check on you, but secretly he was also really worried, especially once he heard your quiet whimpers the closer he got to the fort.

Cautiously, Katsuki moved one of the blankets that was in his way since it was functioning as the “entrance” to the fort (half expecting you to jump out and surprise him—he had learned after the first time you could not be trusted to not try to prank him), and looked inside, confused by the shaking pile of blankets that had small sobs coming from it.

Eventually he would manage to coax you out enough to tell him what was wrong and once you told him, he would try to play it off as a little silly (after all, he’s used to loud noises from the explosions he’s constantly making so it doesn’t seem as big a deal to him), but you could tell he didn’t really mean it—he just didn’t want to give in so easily to your demands for cuddles.

Just use your puppy eyes on him and his arms will be wrapped around you within seconds, although he’ll be grumbling about how stupid this is and how he can’t believe you made him abandon getting the snacks just for this (all while still pulling you closer to him because he likes your warmth of course).

Somehow he’ll force you let go of him enough that he can finish getting the snacks (he struggled very hard to pull your arms off, but of course this man is stubborn and wants his snacks so you have to agree to this one thing for now), and tells you just to wait for him and stop being so pouty because he’s coming back in literally five minutes (of course the pout is cute to him but like... he can’t let you know that).

When he comes back, you instantly tackle him back into a hug, and you guys stay that way for the rest of the night. He lets you choose the movie, even if it’s some romantic thing he couldn’t care less about, and makes sure it’s something that’ll cheer you up (so probably no horror because as much as he likes when you get scared during them and cling to him, you’re already doing that right now so no need to scare you more).

He’ll pile up more blankets because they’ll muffle the sound of thunder (he says he’s just improving his fort and it’s totally not for your benefit or anything) and turn up the volume for the movie to drown out most of the noise.

He’ll let you bury you face in his chest if you want and playfully cover your ears sometimes to tease you and ask if that helps.

Thunderstorms with Katsuki would involve him allowing lots of physical contact (way more than usual) if that’s what comforts you, him trying to distract you because he’s not too good with offering soothing words so he hopes his actions help, and him grumbling a lot about the whole thing, although you’re used to his attitude since you love him so much, so it’s actually pretty endearing because you can tell he’s really trying.

Plus of course you feel really safe in his arms, especially when he says that if the thunder was a person he’d totally beat their ass for you.

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

“Hey, um, sorry to bother you, but could you come over?” You had called your boyfriend while you were buried under the sheets in your bed, too scared to move and trembling as you waited for the next spine-chilling crack of thunder to erupt.

“Didn’t know you missed me that much, babe.~” You could practically hear Keigo suggestively wiggling his eyebrows over the phone as he purred that.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you replied exasperatedly, used to his flirting, but unable to keep a playful smile from tugging at your lips, “you know-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence before the sound of thunder filled your ears and you yelped, shrieking into the phone and dropping it out of surprise.

You could hear Keigo’s muffled voice asking if you were okay and you used that to help you find your phone, fumbling around in the sheets where it had gotten lost.

You eventually found it and pressed it back to your ear, wanting to hear his reassuring voice to calm yourself down.

After explaining what had happened, a slight tremor still in your voice, Keigo would immediately agree to come over.

You felt bad about making him go out in the rain just for your benefit but he assured you it was fine because it wasn’t that far, plus it was a “hero’s job” as he put it.

Keigo suggested you stay on the phone with him so he could talk to you to try and help until he got there.

You waited anxiously for him, but it helped a little bit to focus on talking to him on the phone.

When he arrived, he let himself in, since you had given each other keys to your houses so both of you could stop by whenever one of you wanted, and found a shivering pile of blankets on your bed. When he called out for you and you peeked your head over your blanket, he couldn’t help but smile because you looked so cute like that.

Since you guys stay the night with each sometimes, you also had overnight clothes and other things at each other’s place, so he grabbed a pair of comfy pajamas he had left in your room and quickly changed into them so he didn’t get your bed dirty with the clothes he had just been outside with, and climbed into bed next to you, immediately engulfing you in his arms despite your protests.

Cue snuggle fest. ♡

Expect to spend the rest of the night under the covers with him and him refusing to let you go because he wants to protect you. He’ll talk to you throughout the night about any random thing you want, making lighthearted jokes here and there, and pull you closer when he hears the thunder before you can even ask him to, peppering your face with kisses constantly.

Keigo would be down to come over whenever you wanted him to and if the weather forecast that day predicted thunderstorms, expect him to show up at your door ready to spend the night, or even come home to him already on your couch, having let himself in yet again.

We all know how much he loves to have free time from his hero duties so you don’t have to worry about him being too busy to come over, and in fact you’ll probably have to convince him you’ll be fine and that the light rain the news predicted wouldn’t scare you too much (he doesn’t care and will insist he wants to spend time with his baby no matter what though ♡).

Todoroki Shouto

You and Shouto had planned to hang out together today and you invited him over to spend the night. The rain had been light that afternoon, so when he showed up at your door, his hair was lightly dripping with water as he gave you a small, sweet smile, and an umbrella was at his side. He honestly looked really cute like that.

You quickly encouraged him to go take a shower and change into warm clothes so he wouldn’t get sick and he thanked you as he headed off to do just that.

While he was gone, you called up a nearby pizza place to order so you guys would have something to eat since you had a whole bunch of plans for the evening and the jam packed schedule left no time for you guys to waste cooking.

After you did that, you just lounged around waiting for Shouto to come back.

Except the rain started getting harder and you were getting pretty worried.

You went to the window to watch the lightning even though you know there would likely be thunder as well that would scare you, but you just couldn’t seem to tear yourself away from watching the rain pouring down outside. It was like you were torturing yourself, but also you wanted to watch for some strange reason.

Shouto eventually finished up with his shower and got dressed in the clothes he had brought with him in his overnight bag. He walked out of the bathroom with a small towel slung around his shoulders and his hair still a slightly damp with little water droplets on it just as before, except this time it wasn’t the freezing cold rain that was to blame for it. He called out to you, but you didn’t answer, so he walked out into the living room to see if you were busy doing something and just didn’t hear him.

Shouto instantly noticed you nervously peeking out of the window and came up behind you.

“(Y/N)?” He placed a hand on your shoulder to get your attention, but when you jumped out of surprise at his touch, he immediately took his hand away and began apologizing.

You turned around to see who it was and couldn’t help but laugh at his apologetic expression. You told him it was fine with a smile, just that you had gotten a little startled when he accidentally snuck up on you, and when he asked why you had been so on edge, your expression fell a little and you looked down, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

He gently caressed your face and carefully brought it back up so he could look at you, assuring you that it would be fine no matter what the problem was.

When you told him the reason you were so scared, he smiled, glad it wasn’t anything too serious, and told you that it was nothing to be ashamed of as he led you over to the couch so you guys could cuddle together. Whenever the thunder sounded outside, he would press a kiss to the top of your head or to your forehead and stroke your hair, asking if you were okay.

If he saw you keep glancing over at the window, he would get up and close the blinds so you wouldn’t have to worry about what was going on outside. Plus, you guys had a bunch of games and movies you wanted to get through as part of your sleepover, so he distracted you with those activities, giving you soft smiles and comforting you whenever you needed. He didn’t mind if you wanted to snuggle closer to him or hold his hand, and would rub soothing circles on your back if you were hugging or on the back of your hand if your hands were just resting on top of each other. He would even use his quirk to adjust his body temperature just how you like it.

Definitely expect sleepovers with him to become more common because it was so nice spending time with you just doing mundane, fun things to pass the time, plus you were so cute like this and he loved the feeling of protecting you. Lots of skinship and soft touches as he tries to constantly soothe you and let you know that he was there for you. He would try his best to make sure that one part of each of you was always touching throughout the evening for comfort, even if one of you was just leaning your head on the other’s shoulder, or even just him having his arm around your shoulders as you watched something on T.V. together.

He was getting so attuned to the thunder sounds so that he could be more aware of when he needed to comfort you, since usually he just tried to tune that sort of thing out because it didn’t bother him, that when your doorbell rang and the pizza guy announced his arrival, Shouto actually jumped a little in his seat out of surprise. You giggled at that and he couldn’t head but smile at the sight as he bashfully admitted that maybe he got a little spooked by something so simple. His heart swelled at the sight of seeing you so happy, since you had been trembling in fear just moments before, and he felt warm all over. Even as he volunteered to go get the pizza, and opened the door to take it and pay, he couldn’t stop smiling and felt like he couldn’t get back to you soon enough so you guys could sit down and eat together and go back to talking and playing around.

[before-the-black-pearl]

I made those modern Jack and Fitzy headcanons over a year and a half ago. I started writing a modern!AU fic since then so I developed the headcanons more and I wanted to share some of them. Keep in mind this may be a little different than what I present in the actual fic. I’m making some shit up on the spot.

So picture this: The young Jack Sparrow books taking place today and all the characters are in high school in Tampa, Florida, and the school is called...

Barnacle High School

Jack the “I was at the door when the bell rang” Sparrow:

He’s one of The Boyz🥶🥵😎 But like the stupid kind who thinks they’re better than everyone else.

He’s a troublemaker and creates a lot of mischief around campus.

Mischief includes but not limited to: pulling the fire alarm multiple times, drilling holes between the boys and girls gym locker rooms, defaced a bunch of textbooks with The Boyz drawing dicks on every single page, one time he snuck into the office and played pr0n on the schoolwide intercom speaker, a time he gave everyone “shits and giggles” (laxative and weed) brownies at a school dance and caused everyone to shit and puke all over the gym floor and it made the news,..... How tf isn’t he expelled?

Unsurprisingly he gets in fights. The fights are half of the time started by other students, but gets in trouble anyway.

Constantly interrupts the teachers to the point where they write him up or kick him out.

Sometimes fucks with the quiet kids like “Hey, mate, do you know what we’re doing?” “Can you like teach it to me?” “You can do it for me, right?” “Why don’t you ever talk, mate?”

He’s actually pretty smart but the teachers don’t like him and home sucks so he gave up.

Probably has ADHD.

Wears layers, like leather, denim, flannels, t-shirts, hoodies, jeans of various “tightness”, studded belts, many pairs of combat boots or knockoff timbs. Half his shit is from Goodwill.

Undercuts for dayyyzzzz. Think Coming Storm cut but the bottom is shaved off.

Still wears his nasty ass bandana even though the teachers always tells him he can’t wear it in class.

His makeup literally always slaps.

He likes to collect random things and sometimes puts them on his clothes or his backpack or in his locker.

Obsessed with dead things (furs, pelts, bones, stuffed animals, etc)

Has a fascination with the sea and likes the nautical aesthetic.

Bonus: Yeah he totally vapes.

Arabella the “Shut up and let me work” Smith:

She’s the “good kid” and sometimes the “quiet kid.” Jack definitely fucks with her in class sometimes until she pops off and they both get written up.

She’s an honors student and exceeds well in her classes.

She’d rather blend in with the crowd and not many students really notice her. She keeps herself contained in a small group of friends.

If she’s not with her friends, she’s probably in the library.

She’s really into Art and History.

Kind of a conspiracy nut and likes reading into urban legends and stuff.

Infodumps about her interests to Jack and he gets hella annoyed.

Jack sometimes follows her around and she gets hella annoyed but she gets sad when he’s not around.

Mediates between Jack and Fitz.

Jack and Fitzy fight over her. Jean has shown a little interest in her too.

She ate the “giggles” from Jack’s brownies. She got so fucked up she had a panic attack and left the dance really early before all the chaos began in the gym.

Kinda looks like she hasn’t really left 2015...like basic white girl with knit sweaters and cardigans, t-shirts and tanks, leggings, boots or sandals, etc. Sometimes also wears hoodies and jeans.

Headbands and beanies and cottagecore-like bandanas.

Yeah her makeup slaps too.

She works for her father after school at the Tortuga Tavern, formerly named Faithful Bride before it was forced to change to something more “PC.”

Fitzwilliam the “My uncle is the principal” Dalton (the third):

Basic snobby rich kid.

President of every “snobby kid club”; the Chess Club, the Key Club, the Student Council, and Yearbook.

Also an athlete and is in the school’s track team and soccer team.

Is in a clique with his equally snobby friends.

Yeah but he’s like hella proper.

He’s well educated and knows several different languages.

Hella ignorant about certain shit tho.

Big fuckin FLEXER with his expensive name-brand clothing and tech.

Lies about being friends with celebrities and online influencers and shit.

Ate one of the “shits” brownies....Just leaving that to the imagination until I make a one-shot.

Drippin’ Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Michael Kors, Coach, etc... Literally like full fucking tracksuits, knit sweater over button-up combo, fancy coats, name-brand t-shirts, jeans over hundreds to thousands of $$$, shoes costing almost as much as rent.

The pocketwatch from the books is a fancy golden $30,000 Rolex wristwatch.

Jack keeps taking his watch.

Wears his hair up in a manbun like it’s still 2015 and Jack keeps teasing him about it.

Yeah got like a brand new iPhone and and iPad and a really expensive laptop and an iWatch even though I already got a regular watch on my other wrist.

Jean the “I swear to god she’s like my sister” Magliore:

Y’all know it, he’s in the Anime Club.

Jean and Tumen are best friends, and in my story, foster brothers.

Likes video games and always has his Nintendo Switch with him.

Internet memelord and low key has “band kid” energy.

Always be sending Tumen or the “Barnacle Crew” group chat memes.

Being from New Orleans is a personality trait and is very enthused with his Creole roots and loves creole dishes.

He runs a foodie Instagram account with a large following. Self proclaimed foodfluencer.

Sometimes sells candy and chips at school. Gets in trouble for it.

Yeah he ate multiple brownies at the dance....

Jean has a cat Constance, named after his deceased sister, he brings to school hidden in his backpack.

Constance will literally eat just about everything, mimics human noises, and her expressions are very human-like according to Jean. Her traits are so much like his sister, Jean believes she is his sister born as a cat in a new life.

He made Constance her own Instagram account.

Jack HATES Constance. Constance LOVES Jack.

Hoodies, jeans, headphones, beanies.

His hair is the same but a bit shorter.

“Suspiciously quiet kid” Tumen:

The quiet kid sitting in the back of the class and drawing while listening to music.

He is also in the Anime Club with Jean.

Since Jean is into video games, Tumen is a weeb.

Jean is the only person he really hangs out with at school.

Tumen doesn’t have a phone in my fanfic but for the purpose of this headcanon and the group chat, he does have one.

He’s more of a “lurker” in the GC.

Jean’s #1 meme reactor.

He watches anime crack videos.

Tumen is the most “immature” than the others since he’s the youngest.

The only one who didn’t eat the brownies. Got interviewed on the news.

He takes pride in his Mayan heritage.

Has a random interest in geography and wants a career as a cartographer.

Anime t-shirts and hoodies galore.

Always has his hood up in class.

Teachers always telling him to put his hood down.

Tim “the newbie” Hawk:

He eventually transfers to Barnacle High.

I don’t have a full headcanon written for him yet.

Principal Lawrence Norrington:

Principal of Barnacle High.

Fitzwilliam’s uncle.

HATES Jack Sparrow.... Again how tf is Jack not expelled?

Brings his kid James to work sometimes even though the kid should be at school himself.

Jack sitting in the principal’s office in trouble again and James keeps bugging him. “Do you play Fortnite?” “No. Beat it, kid.”

Tia Dalma:

The school nurse.

Jack is buddies with her and he goes to her and pretends to be sick when he wants to ditch class.

Has crab parts in jars in the cabinets. No one questions it.

Joshamee Gibbs:

The janitor.

He’s in the Navy but he’s on off-duty employment.

Jack is buddies with him too.

He writes Jack fake doctors notes or signs permission slips or covers for Jack when he’s ditching, in exchange for booze Jack has at home.

He had to clean up the gym after the brownies incident ☹️

I don’t know how to write Davy Jones into this.

For the sake of this headcanon, it would be funny if Torrents was like a science teacher or something. Or if Madame Minuet was like an economics or math teacher. Or if Silverback is an English teacher. Or if Left-Foot Louis is a PE teacher and he’s all running in circles because he’s got two left feet lol.

Btw all these teachers HATE Jack 😂

[hoe-imaginess]

to-do list

first off: I was hit by those winter storms in Texas and my internet was out for a few days. Sorry I’m so late on getting this out!

there were a lot of really interesting requests, but I think the more I choose, the longer it’ll take to get them done—so I had to be picky. Thanks to everyone for requesting! And to everyone who left nice messages in their requests, thank you too!

Bnha

Headcanons for fatgum, suneater, and todoroki on their first sleepover date w their boo, please? Tysm <3 nsfw is okie too!

Could I potentially request some overhaul nsfw headcanons? Or, if that’s a little stale, some arranged marriage headcanons?

Can I get a yandere Dabi scenario? (Or headcanons, whichever’s easier)

I’m so glad to see your box is open again! I’ve seen some other blogs do this and thought it was really funny lol, so what do you think some sexual “bad habits” are from the LoV and Overhaul? Like things they do that are cringe/gross/off-putting lol

What would dabi and hawks type be?

Naruto

Yandere akatsuki members? Like whoever u want. What kind of yanderes are they? What do they do if their s/o ESCAAAPEEESSSSSSSSS ?????

hi i had this long depressive period that was ended by a wet dream abt neji (never even had those before lol) if you would make literally anything nsfw with him id super appreciate it this story is strange ik but neji revived my libido

I'm so sorry for another Tobirama but— do you have any random fluff hc of him? Things he only does to someone he really loves idk

sugar daddy!shisui - sfw and nsfw - like you did for obito? thank you and have a great weekend :)

Angsty Hashirama- I don’t even care what- just lay on the angst

kakuzu one night stand with some random civilian girl headcanons? like how he'd be, when he would leave, etc. theres almost no content for him and he's my fav )-':

HxH

I just want some hisoka and feitan nsfw headcanons, maybe the s/o is pretty inexperienced and doesn't really know what they are doing and needs some help ;)

One Piece

Can we have some more headcanons for Law? Can be sfw or nsfw I don't mind🤷‍♀️