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Another day, another kink fic. This one is all about scene negotiation (Hawks and OC)

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Favorite moments from each chapter of my fic, MHA: Anarchy (Part 1)

Stealing this idea from @autumnmobile12 because I love it, but I'll only do a couple chapters at a time since I have 60

Anarchy is a story where Hawks goes to America and learns all about its unique brand of social injustice.

Chapter 1

But…yeah, America. He wasn’t certain. So far he liked Americans, sure. Most of them seemed gregarious and fun, and even though he was still popular with a subset of pro hero weebs, it wasn’t like the overbearing fame he dealt with back home. On the other hand, canned coffee seemed to just…not be a thing here.

Chapter 2

“Wait, how old are you?”

“Twenty two.”

“TWENTY T—“ Zak choked a bit on his pierogi, then coughed and swallowed. He stood up and slammed his hand on the table, “Twenty two?? My god, you are a child. A literal infant.”

Hawks smiled and shrugged.

“What can I say, I was impatient to get started. Too fast for my own good, they say.”

“Yeah, sure,” Zak sat back down, “I just figured ‘fully operational pre-frontal cortex’ would have been a requirement to start a fucking pro Hero agency. Twenty two, Jesus Christ.”

Chapter 3

Zak lifted his head and laughed. His hair was freshly dyed turquoise, and he seemed to be struggling with a huge stuffed backpack he was attempting to carry. It barely fit between his wings.

“Oh hey, Hero. Out thrashing Villains today?”

“Just looking for people to help,” said Hawks, giving a little salute, “and it looks like you could potentially use some?”

“As it turns out,” said Zak, wobbling a bit, “I vastly underestimated the difficulty of flying with a bag full of 37 breakfast burritos.”

Chapter 4

“I would appreciate it,” Zak said brightly, reaching in the bag for a burrito, but not breaking eye contact, “if you didn’t come into a community you know nothing about, in a society you’ve never experienced, and terrorize my friends, okay?”

Hawks kept his smile up, but also kept the staredown going. His feathers were tingling like crazy. He knew Zak wasn’t going to back down. But in the end, he tucked his wings, closed his eyes and shrugged.

“Hey, man, I was just curious!” He rocked back on his feet sheepishly and used it as a way to casually put space between them.

Chapter 5

“Before you do anything,” said Zak, his eyes locked on the man below, “you need to know. This is an open carry state.”

“I know what all those words mean individually, but not in that order.”

“It means,” Zak said, following the man with his eyes as he began walking down the street, “that it is completely legal to own a gun and carry it around on you, as long as it can be seen.”

Hawks furrowed his brow.

“So what, I have to just wait around until he goes and robs a bank?”

“Yeah,” said Zak, then paused and looked at Hawks, “unless the bank is insured, then just let him take the money.”

Hawks glared at him with predatory intensity. Zak raised his hands.

“I’m kidding! Geez…”

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We're now approaching our next goal of $16k to help @avrochan recover from the fire!

This update includes a link to a local news story about the incident.

https://www.thesudburystar.com/news/st-charles-woman-still-in-shock-over-loss-of-parents-house

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The fundraiser is at 89%!! Also, an update highlighting Pro Hero Dog: Toph.

https://gofund.me/85a2ae86

Here's another drawing that @avrochan made for my fic, in which OC Zak ropes Hawks into trying on some alt goth fashion.

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My Hero Academia AU: Campfire Love

Read right to left!

Been a hot minute since I did an actual comic.

Please do not take this one too seriously.  I was listening to Reddit narrations on YouTube where teachers were answering the question of how they could tell who a student’s crush was.  A lot of the answers were about how obvious teenagers could be.

And I thought, ‘Oh, the Vanguard’s gonna have both Class A and B’s entire dynamic figured out in two days, aren’t they?’

Anyway, I’m just having some fun with this one.  There are no serious ships in the Summer Camp fic.  There’s the canon infatuation that Uraraka and Kaminari have with Midoriya and Jirou respectively and the non-focus background thing that Tenko has for Spinner.  As for the AU as a whole, I don’t really have any concrete ships with the high school characters.  The teenagers are just figuring themselves out and the Vanguard’s here for it.

Magne:  *sigh*  First loves.

Spinner:  First heartbreaks…

Touya:  Comforting your heartbroken sister while she alternates between tears and rage-eating ice cream.

Shouto and Toga:  ….

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Also, my favorite thing about this one is Touya apathetically inspecting his burnt marshmallow and then eating it anyway while Shouto’s burns in the background.

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Ambush Simulation is an alternate universe in which the Vanguard Action Squad's attack on UA's summer camp...was a test sanctioned by UA.

Other canon divergences include:

Shimura was adopted by All Might before AFO found him.

Touya returned home after the fire/coma, but nothing else changed so he's still a mess physically/mentally/emotionally.

Toga is still a disowned teen, but she's got the best support group she could as for.

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Please help Avro recover from a tragic housefire!

@avrochan has always been an enthusiastic supporter of other people's fics. Here are two of my favorite drawings she's done for MHA:Anarchy.

One adorable sfw of Hawks subtly trying to show off his muscles to an oblivious Zak...

And one under the cut that is very much NSFW...

Please support Avro as a beloved member of the MHA community

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Please help and share if you can. 🤍

@avrochan, a kind, talented, fun, supportive, and lovely person, needs help. Just today, she lost not only half of her home and important belongings and documents, but more devastatingly, she lost both her parents as well as her cat Kisa and her dogs Nyra and Loki.

Thankfully, Avro, her husband, and Aya and Toph (dogs - Toph alerted them about the fire) made it out alive.

This is where the sense of community, love, and compassion comes into play. While money will certainly not make up for the tragic losses, it will ease a few immediate burdens.

@prof-writes-sometimes set up a GoFundMe. All funds raised will go toward:

Emergency essentials like food, clothes, medicine, and pet supplies

Funeral expenses for her parents

Rebuilding after this life-altering loss

If you’re able to give anything, it would mean the world. If you can’t donate, please reblog and help spread the word. Avro is an incredible human being with so much love and talent, and she deserves all the support we can give. So does her husband and her dogs.

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Please help Avro. Every little bit can make a difference! And please share!

A dear friend, known to the community as Avro ( @avrochan here on Tumblr ) has faced a devastating fire.

While she is processing and recovering from shock, a GoFundMe has been set up to help with expenditures related to this incident.

All funds are going directly to her.

Please share if you can.

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That suit looks good on you but I think it would look better in my furnace

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I'm at a con and they have a story contest where you have to write a 250 word story (exactly) based on the prompt. This year the prompt is "The Game with the Highest Stakes."

Here's my entry:

Jay stared at the three winning cards in their hand. They darted their eyes to their left, where their lover sat. Michelle had folded by now and watched Jay with a gentle but inscrutable smile. And when Jay looked forward – their lover’s father, brow furrowed at his cards.

“He loves games,” Michelle had told Jay before leaving for her parents’ house, “I’m sure you’ll win him over.”

Michelle’s queerness had been a shock to her father, and his acceptance was…begrudging. He’d been cordial to Jay on video calls, but his tone had always held a faint whiff of disapproval.

“Do I really have to ask for his blessing?” Jay had asked when they had pulled up to the house, tapping their foot frantically.

“I know it’s old fashioned, love,” Michelle smiled at them, “but it’s important to me.”

Their foot once more tapped frantically as they reviewed their winning cards. Jay swallowed hard and glanced at Michelle’s father again. He was looking at them now, his eyes fiercely determined, fiery with competition.

Jay could throw it. It would be easier to ask him if he was heady with victory, right? But what if he knew… Would he be insulted? What would it say about his daughter’s lover if they abandoned their own values by throwing the game?

Jay swallowed hard and looked at their hand again. The three winning cards? Or the two that would lose? They took a deep breath, and moved to place their cards on the table.

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Safeword

More Kinky Hawks/OC fun. This is an exploration of moments where Hawks or Zak had to use a safeword during their kinky escapades (rated M)

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“I’m not especially interested in nurturing the next generation or anything, but…”

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Switch it Up

A smutty one-shot in the universe of MHA: Anarchy. Kinky preening and primal play with Dom Hawks and OC Zak.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66844147

Excerpt:

He let go of Zak’s wrists and climbed off of him, but when Zak started to sit up, Hawks pushed him back down roughly…then growled. Zak glanced at him between heavy breaths, and smirked a little, but Hawks growled again and Zak obediently averted his eyes.

They’d played this game before.

Hawks crossed his legs and sat up, straightened his back and lifted his chin. He spread his wings with a sharp flap, flaring out every feather.

“Preen me.” he commanded, looking down his nose at his defeated lover.

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Right now, only one fic uses this tag. Mine. And that's a damned shame because it should be many more.

Bring me joy by writing this tag into YOUR Hawks fic.

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Post-war Keigo headcannon: He got so itchy needing the rapid decision making that he did in his Hero work, and craved the mental gymnastics of controlling individual feathers for elaborate rescues, so he took up StarCraft and became a world renowned champion.

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Some art of @moonchild8912 and my OCs. They are both trans masc bat heteromorphs so they had to be friends! Now they're practically brothers.

Here’s the story: someone called Zak a transphobic slur earlier in the day and he laughed it off and went about his business like it was no big deal, until he could be with someone who could really understand, then had a small breakdown. Meanwhile, Marshall plans a murder.

Having the needling question of "why didn't I pass?" plaguing you the entire day is sometimes difficult to understand unless you've been through it. And Marshall has been through it.

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Prompt: write a scenario where Hawks perceives the loss of his wings as a GOOD thing and is relieved about it, like it's the loss of a burden or something, and how that changes life for post-war Keigo.

Edit: presenting this primarily as an exercise in writing a perspective that's very different from my default (as I'm already a big fan of Hawks-copes-with-identity-loss stories)