#thread: hawk

[sorarushesin]

WHERE: The Clinic WHO: Hawk (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

Sora shifted in the seat he was in, Phoenix had told him to go and get his arms checked out after some spicy water got on them while working. It was a little easier to be around him, easier to just think of him as his boss rather than his uncle. Meetings with Hawk had mostly been one on one, keeping them both from being overwhelmed but with the geyser they'd both been busy with work. When he came out, he gave him a sheepish smile, "Uh...hey, Captain sent me for a check up on my arms...I can wait for whoever, get it if you're like super busy right now, you know?"

[firecaptainphoenix]

WHERE: Fire Station WHO: Hawk ( @crazedhatesoul)

Phoenix gave DJ a nod, the two men already getting to work helping people get settled for the night. He'd also asked him to double check any locked door and windows. He's not risking a repeat of recent events, not with both their kids here too. Handing off the last blanket from his pile he spots a familiar frame, "Hawk? Jesus, I'm glad to see you," he says, has his arms up to reach for him before dropping them shifting unsure. Not knowing what else to do he punches him on the shoulder, and gives Hobbes a nod in greeting. "I uh...sorry I didn't see Matt in the chaos, but he's pretty spry for a brit. Sure he's fine."

[firecaptainphoenix]

"Listen the family brain cells had to go somewhere, you're the most likely candidate," Phoenix said shrugging, needing the laugh as much as Hawk did. If for nothing else to have someone who also seemed to just as freaked about it. As Hawk explained his thoughts Phoenix nodding along, "Me too," he grumbled, "But he listens to you, even if you don't believe it. Just let me know what I can do and when, I'll follow you're lead on this one."

hawk chuckled. "you think i do too? i may have went to medical school but there ain't anythin' medical related that i can explain about that freak thing in the sky." he shook his head with a laugh, it was easier to joke about it than it was to admit how freaked out it really had him.

he sighed and nodded, "it'd fuck him up more most likely, we don' exactly have the shit here to help someone who's goin' through withdrawals." hawk paused and took another long sip from his drink to try and think on that question. "honestly? he needs the medication for his knee. it very clearly was helpin' him get around a hell of a lot easier but it's one of those things if he starts over usin' again he's gonna have to quit completely. i'm just hopin' it doesn' come to that point."

[what-the-flux]

At long last, I can post the finished art! I had been sitting on it for some weeks, waiting for the inspiration to hit to write a short piece to accompany it. Definitely recommend full viewing.

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Glittering motes of dust hung suspended in waning late afternoon light shining through the skylights. The upper levels of the City-Beneath-The-Cube were lighter and airier than outsiders realized, but the walls, planters and walkways of planed and etched stone that went down many stories made the whole of the place feel like some kind of precision-wrought canyon dotted with workshops, passages and arcades where the locals and laborers bustled.

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Lorr still knew this place well, despite the many years separating his former life and younger self from his current one. It hadn’t changed much, the smells and the noise were the same but he noted that there were new, more effective safety railings in the Public Commons and that the local favorite dive, Pi’s had updated their signage (finally).

The bounty hunter rubbed a hand across his face, closing his eyes momentarily as he let his ears take over, picking up all the sounds surrounding him. He would need to move further away from the Commons to better filter the urban background static. Lorr had just sent out his hawk Deputy to scope out the area in case they got lucky and found their mark momentarily out in the open. Both he and Deputy were already familiar with her, so that wouldn’t be difficult. Problem was, it also meant she’d immediately recognize the hawk for who he was and what it meant as well. A part of Lorr secretly hoped she’d get tipped off early.

Why did I agree to this? It wasn’t the money, not this time. Am I trying to make a point? She nearly got us killed and then ran for it. But I know her. Knew her. I can’t just erase all this history just because of one incident, one indiscretion can I? Maybe this is how I have to get through to her.

He sighed inwardly and braced against his spear as he rose from a crouch, the movement preternaturally smooth and deliberate, like a predatory animal. He looked down from his high vantage as he faced the section of the Undercube that was known to the denizens as the Plexus. It was a network of tunnels, access ‘ports, antechambers, quarries and dwellings that confounded natural senses of direction. Less public-facing, much more closed in and easier to hide. Or lose a pursuer.

The slim asura made his way down the ledge he was using to survey, walking along a catwalk only just wide enough to admit a mid-sized labor golem at most. His ears twitched and he sniffed, feeling the minute air currents of a service tunnel cleverly tucked behind a cleft in the worked stone. Still not certain this was were his mark had proceeded but knowing it would get him into the center of the Plexus quicker, he decided to go for it anyway. Forced to stow his spear in such close quarters, he kept a hand on his dagger as he stalked forward into the passage, the inside only dimly lit by a track of dim yellow quartz-lights along the floor.

Infrared imaging on his monocle made it easy for him to get an idea of the topography of the inner workings of the maze of service tunnels he found himself in, but he was careful to not rely on it solely. He stopped every so often, using his eyes and ears but also a generous amount of intuition to pick the correct course. Chambers became somewhat larger and more spacious as he passed golem foundries, making his way steadily downward. He was becoming more aware that he knew where he was going, it was like retracing steps from his childhood back to the colorful yet rundown living warrens and slums that he grew up in.

She wouldn’t go all the way back there, would she? Lorr was starting to think it wasn’t just him that was trying to make some kind of point.

The smells and noise were subtly changing and it wasn’t long before he found himself in the center of the Plexus. Part bazaar, part manufactory, it acted as the working class nerve center and was a riot of activity, industrial clamor and smells.

He was certain of where he was going now. He didn’t know why exactly she came all the way down here where they had all met in the early days before the nonsense with the Whispers and fighting dragons happened, but he was determined to find where this chase ended. He’d get answers, and if it meant having to fail his mission and come back to his current boss empty handed, then so be it.

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Hello! With the hawk feather au, do you think Emily will end up falling? Cause at this point I feel like all it would take is a particularly bad outburst or two from Sera for Emily to say screw it and hurl herself out of heaven. At least that way she won’t have to be confronted with the horrors of it all.

Honestly, to me? Yeah, I think she would end up falling in the au

Now it just depends on how, does Sera end up causing her out? The elder angles? Does she fall herself? Honestly, all of them are equal possibilities

Thoughhh, the elder angles using Emily as a scape goat for why the exorcists 'ran off' and stuff is an interesting possibility

(@sunsetcougar)

[shieracarter]

Nighthawk and Cinnamon in Superman (2023) #9

[cringefailkralie]

does the yelp review incident imply that demetri is a callout post maker

[visceralprayers]

hawk hadn't totally registered what happened, not really, she'd been silent since they left the hall, and only now did her steps linger when she saw one of sol's men moving around the home of her boyfriend. their home, she supposed. she blinked a couple times, then looked down at the bloodied dog tags in her hand. people died all the time. she knew this. she'd lost many people, this was no different.

[fan-dweeb]

Hawks: Bro people are shipping us together

Dabi: To where? Do I need to kill them??

[thedaddycomplex]

I'm on Threads, y'all.

[draphrawrites]

Dabihawks Domestic Doofuses Pt 2

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Originally posted June 3rd, 2021

Keigo wouldn’t actually yeet Dabi’s first aid stuff for his cologne collection, but Dabi seems to have this weird idea that Keigo is vain and self-centered.

So, Keigo plays into it a bit.

“And you need your wings preened daily... why?” Dabi asks, running his warm fingers through Keigo’s feathers in firm, smooth strokes. Keigo’s eyes roll back, but he keeps his voice even despite his chin being smushed into a pillow.

“Commission standards,” he gets out.

“And those standards entail..?” Dabi pries, actually sounding curious.

They’re laid out on the bed with Keigo’s left wing draped like a blanket across Dabi’s lap. The villain is sitting cross-legged, his long fingers combing through Keigo’s wings for the third time this week.

It’s only Monday.

Dabi doesn’t seem to mind. It’s almost like it’s as relaxing to him as it is to Keigo. 

‘Almost’ being the operative word here. Keigo’s bones feel melted and his muscles have unbound from years of clinging to each other in stress-induced desperation.

In short, Keigo’s never been a puddle before, but he’s pretty sure he’s on his way. 

“Pretty for the public,” he eventually replies to Dabi’s query. “That’s the standard. Beat up is acceptable too, but only after a fight. And only if I won the fight.”

Full sentences are getting harder for Keigo the more Dabi warms his hands. Then he notices them getting a bit TOO warm. 

“Dabi?” He asks, peeking over his shoulder to look at the villain. Dabi’s expression is stony. 

“Only pretty or in pain,” he repeats. “That’s fucked up.”

Keigo grimaces. He hadn’t meant for it to sound that way, even if it was true. Mostly he’d wanted an excuse for Dabi to preen him more often because it felt amazing. If Dabi thought it was for pretty privilege reasons, he could bitch about it.

If he thought it was a manipulation or abuse on the Commission’s end, though... that could spell trouble. For both the Commission and Keigo’s daily preening sessions. 

“It’s nothing outside the norm, you know...” he mutters quietly. “Lots of celebrities are required to keep certain standards.”

“Who told you being beat to shit was an acceptable standard?” Dabi growls low in his chest. Keigo can feel the anger practically vibrating through his feathers. Oddly, he feels touched. Dabi getting protective of him is... kinda hot.

New, too. Their arrangement thus far has been moving into scarily domestic territory, wherein affection and teasing are more the norm than aggression and sarcasm. Actual protective instincts though? That’s new. Normal Dabi would tell him ‘you’re the one with a thousand knives strapped to your back. You can handle yourself.’

So, call Keigo a little curious about this new turn of events. He arches an eyebrow at Dabi and contemplates how he wants to answer.

“It’s not like anyone told me it was ‘okay’ or anything,” he says slowly.

“More like I was congratulated for good work by my media relations team after a hard fight. If I was looking less than my best without a fight involved, I’d usually get a politely-worded email reminding me of public perception.”

Dabi absorbs that for a moment, idly stroking Keigo’s feathers. “No looking tired or pissed?” He muses. “I really would’ve made a shitty hero then.”

Keigo’s not sure he was meant to hear that last bit, but he does and it makes him blink.

“I think you would have made a good hero,” he counters, surprised to realize he means it. Dabi looks down at him in disbelief.

“Why the fuck would you think that?” he asks, voice sounding almost strangled. Keigo winces, hoping he hasn’t just poked a nerve.

“You’re passionate about taking down false heroes,” he says delicately. “Unwavering, really. And you fight even when the odds are stacked against you.” Before he can stop himself, he’s sitting up so he can face Dabi - more examples spilling from his lips unchecked.

“You pretend not to care for the League, but they all look to you when their own convictions waver. And they come to you when they need help.” Dabi tries to protest, but Keigo isn’t finished.

“You’re also really good with your quirk, even if it hurts you. Not many people have both power and control while knowing their limits, but I’ve seen you fight. You know exactly how much you can do before you have fall back. I know a lot of heroes who could use a little less ego and a little more sense like that.”

Dabi stares at him with wide eyes, mouth hanging slightly open. Then he forces himself to laugh.

“That ‘control’ was learned the hard way, in case you hadn’t noticed,” he says wryly, gesturing to himself. “Unless they’re giving out awards for not wanting any more fucking burns.”

Keigo tilts his head thoughtfully. “That’s fair. It doesn’t mean that knowing your limits and following them isn’t a rare trait, though.” He shrugs when Dabi looks at him. “Forty-two percent of hero fatalities come from heroes biting off more than they can chew.”

Dabi is quiet for a moment longer before he jerks his chin, indicating Keigo to lay back down. He does, hoping that the surprisingly serious talk hasn’t killed the laid-back mood. But Dabi just resumes stroking through his feathers, smoothing out the vanes as he goes.

The silence stretches for so long, in fact, that Keigo is almost dozing by the time Dabi speaks again.“And how long before you bite off more than you can chew?”

Keigo blinks, heart beating harder inside his chest, not wanting to think about it. Not wanting to acknowledge that he’d already done so when he decided to play house with a villain, knowing it could only end in some kind of betrayal. Either of his career or the guy he bullies into making pancakes for him.

“Well, I’ll just have to trust that you and your common sense will set me straight, I guess,” he says, snuggling deeper into Dabi’s lap. The villain hums in response, his fingers simply playing with Keigo’s feathers now, seemingly lost in thought. 

Keigo lets Dabi drift, his own thoughts returning to how much easier this would be if Dabi were a hero. And how much he meant it when he said Dabi had the potential. It niggles at him. The realization that Dabi could have been in the same boat as Keigo. The standard of ‘pretty or pained’ combined by virtue of his appearance. 

It bothers him, he realizes. To have those standards applied to Dabi. To think of him getting those stupid emails because he looked tired.

Maybe, Keigo thinks, leaning further into Dabi’s warmth. Maybe Dabi’s right.

Maybe it is fucked up.

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[sorarushesin]

WHERE: Huntsville Clinic WHO: Hawk (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

Sora was following after Phoenix, after having spent the night at the Fire Station with him and Dahlia. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and was gnawing nervously at his lower lip. The run down he'd been given had been enough to almost send him into a panic attack, thankfully he had his medication in his bag at the time. Phoenix had gone with him on his motorcycle come morning, proving there was no way out which had almost sent him into another panic.

Now here they were, having spent the night explaining who he was and why he was in town. Phoenix cleared his throat making Sora glance at him before the man nodded with his head at an office door with the label Dr.Romero-Walker on it. Swallowing he managed a smile for Phoenix, who gave him an encouraging one back. Walking in he gave a nervous wave to Hawk, "Uh...hi. I'm uh...I'm Sora...um, Mrs. Cruz-Dutton said she called ahead to let you know I was coming?" He doesn't think she mentioned why, but that was partially because Sora wanted to tell him himself. "Uh so...this might be kind of crazy...but um. So my mom said my bio dad's name is Hawk Romero...so unless there's another one in the family, I guess that means it's you. So, uh hi?"

[firecaptainphoenix]

WHERE: Fire Station 69 (eyyyy) WHO: Hawk Romero (@crazedhatesoul)

Phoenix finished washing his hands, he and Dahlia had moved Matt as gently as they could to one of the beds that had once been used by the station members to sleep. They'd converted long ago the garage into a makeshift medical area, considering they didn't need to have the vehicles inside all the time. Together with Dahlia they'd managed to clean up most of the mess that had been made in patching up Matt.

All that was left was inventory and putting away the extra supplies. Hearing the door that led from the sleeping area swing open, he spotted Hawk walking in. Glancing at Dahlia she gave him a reassuring squeeze on the arm before walking past Hawk, mumbling about checking on their patient. "Hey um...you got enough gauze at home? You could take some from here just to save you any trips...or we could grab anything to do a drop off if you want."

[ragesingoddess]

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.

If we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

1. These violent delights by Micah Nemerever| 2. A place where someone loves you by Neil Hilborn| 3. Interview with the vampire (2022-)| 4. Call Down the Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater| 5. Hannibal (2013-2015)| 6. On earth we’re briefly gorgeous by Ocean Vuong| 7. 1984 by George Orwell | 8. Fight Club (1999)| 9. Black Sails (2014-2017)| 10. Circe by Madeline Miller| 11. Hannibal (2013-2015)| 12. Tim Kreider

[herblay]

(some) BNHA characters as Charli XCX songs

Before you say anything shut the fuck up let me set the scene for you: I'm blasting Charli, I'm high as sin, my friend is Tired of hearing about BNHA but sitting there making some exceedingly homosexual earrings, and I'm thinking about my next tattoo. This post is therefore incontrovertible truth. I'm 100% correct. Why THESE characters specifically? Idk they came to me. Also it's a disproportionate amount of Brat bc that's what the fucking shuffle feature on her entire discography playlist decided I would listen to.

Hawks– Vroom Vroom. I'm sorry but he would have the time of his life. He thinks this is about him. He is pretty, fast, and it's not that deep. I like this for him.

Todoroki (any of them kids)– Apple. I mean. Look. It's all of the Todorokis. Like all of them. Lowkey. Though this fucks so hard for Dabi and Shouto. But also Natsuo. It's all of them. I know they blasted this shit.

Midoriya– Boom Clap. He's not in love or anything, though this is 100% the boy nerding out about quirks, it's just a wholeheartedly earnest pop song. It's joyous. It's wonderful. I think this is a good one for him. The really fucking sad one for him would be So I about All Might. but like I ugly cry to that song so let's not get into that.

Bakugou– Sympathy is a knife. AIGHT HEAR ME OUT. This is 100% the early part where he's just irrationally a hater of his Deku because why the fuck does this boy get all this power and why is he inadequate in that way fuck him. Anyway. Love.

Toga– Break the Rules. Justice for Toga man just let the poor kid have fun.

Sir Nighteye– White Mercedes. My divorced queen still idolizing All Might. STILL. "Like a white Mercedes always been running too fast... Hurting you feels like I'm hurting as well, All I know is I don't deserve you" LIKE COME ON "One day I'll pull through, And I'll be good enough" I'm so normal about them.

All Might– 360. Like back in his prime. It's so "I'm a fucking celebrity and I earned it bitch" and I'm aware All Might is a good lil man but like come on there had to be that period of his life. And you know what! Real! He's so Julia!

Uraraka– Unlock It. Literally just for "You're on my mind, The feeling like an astronaut" Like come on. Also she's million dollar babe! I love her! I just want her and Toga to be happy man I'm so sad

Shigaraki– Crash. "I'm about to crash into the water gonna take you with me I'm high voltage self-destructive end it all so legendary" same bestie.

Finally enemy is literally just bakudeku I don't make the rules.

[fereldensheroesa]

@nightsongs didn't ask for a Marie, but gets one.

The woman's fingers tapped against her knee as she watched the bustle within the Gallows. Every day, refugees. Every day, more restrictions on mages. Marie-Jeanne Valet didn't quite know how to pull away from it. How to relax. She sat there, fletching arrows with practiced hands, listening carefully.