#hawks may lose his wings

[bladeweaver-if]

What would you be if the Order were to fall?

Link to the demo: here

Orphaned at birth beneath the dim light of a new moon, your fate seems sealed.

In a stroke of luck, you are soon adopted by two Masters of the Bladeweavers' Order - an institution of elite warriors and weaponmasters as ancient as the very cities they are based in. When cataclysm strikes, the Order is left scattered and broken, and you are left aimless, without purpose in a hostile world.

In your search for it, what else will you find?

Bladeweaver is a text-based grimdark fantasy interactive fiction game developed in Twine, focusing on your customizable player character, The Bladeweaver, as they grow up and navigate their way through a crumbling world wreathed in esoteric magic, dark secrets and murky morals, loosely inspired by the late medieval/early Renaissance periods, with a heavy touch of fantasy/steampunk influence.

Grow from child to adult, learn unique skills and master a weapon of Empyrean steel, a unique metal with otherworldly properties. Make friends (or perhaps more?) and enemies along the way as societies rise and fall, as alliances strengthen and collapse, and loyalties are strained to their breaking point.

It won't be easy, but you might just soar. On wings of Empyrean.

Bladeweaver is a mature game with heavy themes and content, including but not limited to violence, strong language, possession, mental issues, drug use, kidnapping and abuse. Due to this, the game is only recommended for those over the age of 18.

Feel free to ask me questions about the game or characters if you want!

Customize your character; their gender, physical appearance and relationships with the cast of characters are yours to change. Even the weapon you wield is yours to choose, with a selection of 6 options available.

Grow from a young child into adulthood in the safety of Sola, a floating city enwreathed in ancient magic. Your skills as a warrior are yours to develop.

Embark on a crushing, dangerous voyage across the fictional continent of Phanol, a land of debts and daggers.

Romance one of four characters, and develop intimate platonic bonds with any or all of them. Alternatively, shrug them off completely.

Discover your true purpose as the past and present merge when cataclysm strikes.

You, variable pronouns - The Bladeweaver

Hours after you were born, your parents were slaughtered and, in a sequence of rare acts of kindness, you land in the care of two Bladeweavers: Callen Edros and Sonia Wierszy. The three of you make for an odd family of warriors, living in Sola, one of the twelve Risen Cities of the Gods. The relative peace you know will not last.

A blood-paved road lies ahead of you; a road you may choose to walk proudly, battling inner and outer demons alike.

Or, perhaps you might struggle, paving your own path in a world that will do its damndest to bestow you with the same fate as your long-forgotten forebears.

Will you lose yourself and the principles your adoptive parents instilled in you throughout your childhood? What else will you lose, or gain, on this road?

Main characters:

Callen Edros, he/him - The Lonely Wolf

Tall, bulky and surprisingly quick-footed, Callen is a Bladeweaver Master of the poleaxe, a lethally versatile weapon.

His presence and weapon of choice are contrasted by his cheery, jovial attitude. He's an excellent teacher, and focuses on mastering discipline and one's fundamentals over all else. He is afforded a good deal of fame in the Order, partly due to his noble background - something he rarely speaks of - and is quite popular, even for a Bladeweaver.

Many who know the man would never have a bad word to say about him, but those close with Callen know there's a deep, enduring sadness behind his laughter.

He is one of your two adoptive parents.

Sonia Wierszy, she/her - The Rising Hawk

Leanly muscled and opting for a brutal combat style, Sonia is a Bladeweaver Master of the falchion, a single-edged blade made for strong chops over quick cuts or stabs.

Loyal, stubborn, brash, and just arrogant enough for some to find it charming, Sonia will often sneer in the face of propriety despite her love for the finer things in life.

Some would even say that her just being as she is, a woman rising through the ranks of an institution rife with men, is a challenge to the Order. Sonia takes glee in pushing boundaries, in proving herself capable and beyond, and expects a similar ambition from those she knows. As a teacher she is exacting, employing unorthodox methods to help find your special skills as a fighter.

It's not difficult for some to wonder if Sonia's coarse exterior is simply a front, obscuring a deep-seated rage and fear, sparked long ago.

She is one of your two adoptive parents.

???, he/him - The Cargo

He will accompany you on your journey across the land.

Four romantic or platonic options to choose from:

Samuel Alban, he/him - The Boy Next Door

Tall and lean with curly blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a giddy smile, Sam moves to the same street as you with his father when you're both children, hailing from the disrant but powerful Abrian Empire.

He's endlessly good at making new friends and seems to never lose energy.

Sam comes to struggle with knowing exactly what he wants from life. Will you simply be a friend to him, or will you catch his eye in a deeper way?

Caitlin Clary, she/her - The Inventor

Tall, intimidating and muscular, with ginger hair and vulnerable green eyes, Caitlin is a fellow student at the Bladeweavers' Academy, but she takes a keen interest in engineering and gadgets. You meet her in your first year, as she struggles with bullying from the other students.

At odds with what her culture expects from her, and feeling isolated in a strange place with only her elder brother for company, Cait is shy and closed off when she comes to Sola. She might appreciate a source of comfort during the tumultuous time.

Lucas del Varro, he/him - The Prodigy

Quick-footed and average-height, the black-haired, grey eyed third child of the prestigious del Varro family transfers to your academy in your third year. He's instantly popular, but seems to shrug off any and all affection, although he's not actively hostile to it.

He seems to be singularly focused on bettering his own skills under the weight of his family's scrutiny, and only accepts your presence if you prove to be a sufficient challenge to him. Will you step up to the call, or even exceed his expectations?

Talia Maren, she/her - The Bastard

Curvy and considered a great beauty yet sharp beyond her years, tales of Talia's venom and scheming follow her when she arrives in the city. She is the legitimised bastard daughter of Lord Darion Maren, a major player in the politics of the nation of Telfrin.

She is known to be constantly at odds with her so-called family, who quite publicly disagree with her ailing father's choice to claim her as part of his lineage, making her, as his eldest, heir to his estate. He had sired the girl before meeting his wife, in secret.

With few allies in her own home, she seeks them elsewhere. Talia wishes to claw her way to the top of the social heirarchy, willing to step over anyone who gets in her way.

Are you capable of standing the brunt of her vicious veneer? She can't be all thorns like she's purported to be, can she?

Find out more about each option by clicking on the link in their title.

Current size of demo: 175k words

Genre: Grimdark fantasy

Last Update: 14/04/24 (Chapter 2 additions)

Discord server for game discussion and feedback: here

[kiame-sama]

Of Cats And Hawks- (Yandere!Hawks x Reader) pt 3

Warnings; yandere behavior, yandere relationship, yandere temperament, possessive behavior, various animal courtship behavior, perverse Hawks, NSFW themes and content, nesting behavior, item theft, scent kink, oral (fem receiving), tail pulling, feathers, bit of a masochist Hawks,

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"Just like that..!"

The voice panted and huffed in exhilaration, hands working tirelessly to get everything he needed how he needed it. It was almost a frenzy of movement as the soft sound of fabric sliding against fabric could be faintly heard. Each desperate breath working on getting that scent and drowning in it like some sick degenerate.

He is a sick degenerate.

As far as Keigo was concerned, he was a filthy and depraved lunatic when compared to you and how calmly you seem to have approached it all. Countless hero centered magazines put the two of you in the headlines and numerous fan-clubs did analysis of the potential conflict the two of you would endure as a couple. Keigo was thrilled to have claimed you so obviously and had been working ever since your last meeting.

Keigo had more things to do, but he did allow himself a nice recreational distraction every now and again. Buying clothing your size and grabbing whatever he can from your room while you weren't there, replacing your old clothes with the new ones and hoping you don't notice. Taking your scent soaked clothes back to his apartment to add to his current shrine, as unconventional as it was.

"Smell so good..! Make me lose my mind..!"

Keigo groaned into the clothes he held up to his face, drinking in your natural scent and moaning in bliss. After another long inhale, he lovingly wove it into his current obsessive project. His sparse and near dismal apartment was already rather barren compared to how others thought he lived, so it wasn't like the odd nest was in the way of anything.

Nesting was a new behavior, even for Keigo, and he was curious to see just what this new development did for him. He had approached the hero association about it- seeing as they controlled almost every part of his life- and their response was not as he expected. Instead of making him remove his dearest darling from his life, they encouraged him to advance the relationship. Having been given the all-clear to push the relationship forward, Keigo found himself nesting.

The nest itself was an amalgamation of clothing, pillows, and blankets. Despite how garish or gaudy some may find it to be, Keigo thought it was beautiful. He was especially pleased with the many colors that were in it, vaguely understanding that it was likely a bird instinct that demanded the multitude of colors.

"Need you so much...!"

He panted softly and nuzzled his face against the clothing that he had so lovingly woven into his nest, his wings fluttering rapidly behind him. It was during this affectionate display that a knock came at his door, breaking through his concentration sharply. The silence that followed almost made him believe that whoever it was went away before there was another knock followed by a familiar voice.

"Keigo? The others sent me to check up on you. You haven't been to the agency in days and no one has heard from you since."

Oh, Darling, there you were.

Did you know he has been waiting for you anxiously to arrive? Did you know that he was building this fantastic nest for you? Did you come to help soothe the itching and frustrating ache inside of him? Did you see how many colors were in his nest just for you?

"Keigo," your voice called again, spurring the Hawk hero to stand and rush to the door, "say something so I know you are okay."

When he threw the door open, you clearly had not expected him to rush forward to see you. Your tail was fluffed and your ears were back as Keigo pulled you inside, slamming the door behind the two of you loudly. Your eyes easily adjusted to the dark of his home and you tried to take in as much as you could about the situation despite the sudden way you entered the room.

"Please... Help... Please, I need... I need help..!"

You felt genuine concern hearing how out of breath and frantic Keigo seemed at that moment. Usually Keigo was very level headed and confident as the hero Hawks, but something about his tone sounded truly pitiful to you as he hung onto you and whimpered like an injured animal. It was then another scent registered to your mind, one that was sharp and intense. Your brain recognized it almost immediately as pheromones coming from Keigo, and those pheromones told you just what exactly he needed help with.

You had agreed to try a relationship with Keigo and it wasn't far into that relationship when you learned how you were the only truly stable partner he has ever had. He told you about the Hero's Association and how he had been drafted in as only a child, meaning you were the only support Keigo had in and out of the hero world. Though the Association did attempt to have you keep an eye on Keigo, you refused to be another spy in his life.

Keigo was whining and slowly grinding his hips against you, letting you feel the rather hard erection he had as he continued to whimper softly. His hands were clinging to you desperately and he panted heavily in your ears, feeling almost feverish to the touch.

You took a moment to decide what you wanted to do, and the obvious choice was the one you settled on.

"Such a bad birdy," your voice was a soft croon, "already ready to go and here we both are, far too dressed for this situation."

The second Keigo actually registered your words, you felt his feathers rip through the clothes you were wearing. You knew he had stolen a fair portion of your clothes as the ones he replaced them with were covered in his scent, but you knew now why he so desperately wanted them. Each piece of clothing he had taken was woven into his nest and even as the scraps of what you wore fell to the ground around you, his feathers tried to weave the scraps into the nest as well.

Keigo fell to his knees and gripped your thigh, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder as he buried his face between your plush thighs. His tongue was hot as it wormed its way into your soft folds, slurping and lashing against you. You couldn't help the surprised gasp as Keigo almost viciously worked you over with his tongue.

His wings slowly came up, feathers moving from where they were to lift you up, holding your legs spread for the blond. Keigo looked like a wild animal as he crouched between your legs, eyes rolled back as he shoved his face against you, refusing to pull back for air. You whined and gripped his hair, feeling one of his hands suddenly grip the base of your tail and give a light tug.

He pushed two fingers into you, working your hot hole open enough to add a third finger. Each pump of his fingers was accented with a light tug at your tail, leaving you mewling in pleasure. The sensation of him pulling your tail, working you with his tongue, and sliding his fingers into you had you cumming roughly, holding his head with your hands as you whined and rocked your hips.

Despite how early in the relationship it was for you, you also felt sorry for Keigo and the state he was in. You knew very well how hormones from your animal quirk impacted the way you reacted to certain situations. Clearly Keigo was pleased as he kept his face buried between your thighs and worked almost tirelessly to lap up the plentiful juices your body provided.

"That's enough," you panted, pulling a desperate Keigo away from your weeping folds, "no more for you."

"N-no! No, please! Please, I need-!"

"No more standing, Keigo. You built a nest for a reason, right?"

His golden eyes were almost completely black with how his pupils were blown wide and dilated. Of course, once your words registered to his hormonal mind he was throwing you down onto the plush nest he built for the two of you. Most of your missing clothes were present in the nest along with any blankets Keigo had to his name. He clearly spent quite a lot of time on the nest and had likely been building this nest since he had last come into work.

He climbed on top of you much like a predator stalking up on his prey, his wings were flared to either side of his body as he panted heavily. Something about the way Keigo looked- wild and untamed- sparked interest in your mind as you let the red-winged hero run his hips against yours. Every thrusting motion slid his hot cock through your folds, slicking him up with your juices.

"Soft 'n good... So warm..!"

Keigo was nearly drooling as he continued to rut his hips, whining from the blissful sensation running through him. His hands were kneading your soft breasts and his lips roamed over your warm skin all while he continued to whine and gasp. He still didn't enter you as he struggled to line himself up, doing what he could to not have to pull his hands away from your soft figure.

"Keigo," you almost growled in frustration at the lack of contact, wanting to reach down and grab him yourself, "just... get in, damn it..!"

He finally managed to angle himself well enough to prod at your weeping hole, pressing into you with a loud groan of pleasure. You gripped his shoulders tightly as that thick length bullied its way inside of you. The stretch almost seemed like it would be too much for your soft body to handle. It was only when he bottomed out that you realized he wasn't just thick, but he was long too.

"F-fuck! So good..!"

Keigo actually was drooling at this point as he gasped and tried desperately to keep himself still. Regardless of how clouded his mind was by instinct and pleasure, he still kept in mind how fragile you possibly were. Holding himself still was proving to be a difficult task but one he was dedicated to.

"Move..!" You gasped and tried to slightly adjust your hips, "Move, Keigo..!"

The hawk hero didn't need to be told twice as he set a quick and brutal pace, his wings spread and flapping behind him. Your hands were buried in the feathers along his wings, pulling a few as you held to the feral hero. Similarly, Keigo's hands were busy roaming your body and pausing to palm your soft flesh appreciatively.

It was only when Keigo gripped your tail and gave a particularly rough tug that you became much more vocal. You let out a yowling moan as he continued to tug and toy with the appendage, claws sinking into his wings. Keigo moaned deep and rumbling sounds as he continued to tug your tail, relishing the sound of you yowling for him so sweetly.

"Good-! Good kitty..! Claw me up, pretty kitty, please..! Fuck, I need you to do it!"

Soon his pleas became breathless babbling and appreciative moans as you did exactly what he was begging for. All he could do at that point was hold your tail and piston his hips into you wildly until he could no longer move. Everything he wanted and a precious lover the Heroes Association actually allowed, it was all he could ever ask for. Well, the current sex was great too, but he hoped it would be an ongoing arrangement.

Keigo could feel the way your walls tightened up around him and he lost all sense of self. The quick witted and resilient hawk hero was little more than a mindless slave to the feel of your body and sound of your voice. Truly nothing mattered to him beyond pushing you into as many orgasms as he could wring from you.

He knew you could handle it well enough. After all, you were his feral Street Cat.

[seresinhangmanjake]

your way back to me

Dad!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: Jake’s best student gets into an accident and ends up in the hospital, and he doesn’t want to leave her alone so he waits for her mother to show up. But her mother just so happens to be the love of his life who left him in the middle of the night decades prior, and it’s about time she shared her biggest secret. 

Warnings: Allusion to smut. Cursing. idk, that may be it. 

Notes: This is an AU of the Oh, Baby series. 

She was a good kid. 

A great kid. 

Dedicated, strong, wise beyond her years. Wickedly stubborn, and yet, she managed to keep it from impacting her work. She didn’t have the ego; that entitlement and bravado that came with being as talented as she was. But she wasn’t just talented. As if it were woven into the network of her veins, she was the absolute best at what she did, far surpassing her classmates. 

No one wondered how she achieved so much at such a young age. She lived by some internal set of rules that Jake had caught onto over the last few months. Something along the lines of ‘work harder, train longer, don’t lose hope, never surrender.’ He could see it in every choice she made—too similar to his own mantra of motivation when he was developing his skills in the sky so many years ago. But she was also open. Open to offering others what she knew, and open to learning from others what she didn’t. He couldn’t have asked for a better student; didn’t even realize one like her could possibly exist.

He never had a child. There was one woman he would’ve given it all to, but when she left, finding another he cared to build a family with was not so easily achieved. But if anyone were to come close to what he imagined his kid to be like, Eve was it. The qualities she possessed that he recognized as his own were what bonded them, and the rest of her—the other pieces that made her whole—were infinitely better. They surpassed him. Those qualities, he’d deduced, came from her mother. 

He didn’t know much about Eve’s mother, and knew of Eve's father only what Eve had shared with him—that solely being that the man was a pilot and the determining factor in her choosing to be the same. And maybe, he thought, that was why the two of them fell into their easy flow. He had always wanted a child; someone to care and be there for, and Eve was in need of the support and encouragement that should have come from the father she never knew. And so developed the relationship they had—one of instructor and mentor, confidant and friend. 

Rooster teased him; told him that if he wanted something to take care of and watch over like a papa hawk, then he should’ve just gotten a puppy. But a puppy was a thought-out process. It was an acknowledged adjustment to daily life that required careful planning. It wasn’t the same. He hadn’t planned on taking Eve under his wing. Somehow, it was a natural development. He cared about the kid’s well-being. He wanted her to do well. The possibility of her fire and liveliness being snuffed out from a mission gone wrong was unable to pass through his mind without an accompanying squeeze to his heart. Should it become a reality, he would lose the closest thing he had to a daughter, and he knew he’d feel the full force of it. 

That was why he stayed when the rest of her team had eventually gone back to base. Despite his exhaustion, despite his duties, the aches in his body from cheap waiting room chairs, and the hours upon hours of unchanging news, he refused to leave. 

Eve only had her mother, and while she had been notified of the accident, it would take ages to make her way to California from the east coast. When she would finally arrive at the hospital, he didn’t want her to be alone. He wanted Eve’s mother to understand that there was someone else who cared about her baby, who tried so damn hard to protect her when he could, and wouldn’t leave her side when he failed. 

—-

Jake…

Jake!

He internally groaned. 

He hated when you called out to him. He hated that your voice always sounded so clear; so near that it filled him with enough false hope to have him reaching out into the darkness, thinking his fingers might actually feel your body. He imagined them grazing along your skin as you smiled at him in a promise that you were real, right in front of him, able to be tugged close and held tight and kissed until the rest of the world fell apart around you. He pictured you still in his bed, wrapped around him, trading whispers of love. It was a common stabbing to his chest that never failed to pierce through to his heart. Yet, if it disappeared, if you disappeared, if the dreams stopped, he knew it might be the thing to finally undo him. 

“Jake!”

He jolted upright in his chair before his eyes had a chance to snap open. He looked up at a ghost. Stunning. Ethereal. A well-known silhouette.

Huffing, he positioned his elbow back on the armrest so he could rest his cheek against his fist. He allowed his eyes to drift closed. “Go away,” he mumbled. “You’re not real.”

“What are you talking about?”

His vision again tried to adjust to the overhead lighting. With a bite in his tone, he replied, “You are not—” 

His eyes widened as they met those he had stared into so many times before. Real? 

Jake shook his head, trying to recall any serious hits to the head. But then an invading thought caused him to remember his purpose. 

His stiff joints cracked as he hopped out of his seat and rushed to the main desk.

"Excuse me, Miss." The words tumbled from his lips so fast it startled the young woman behind the counter. "Can you please tell me if—"

"She's going to be fine, Jake."

His breath hitched at the voice not leaving the mouth of the shocked young woman. The voice that came from behind him. That voice. The only one that mattered.

Moments ago, he was convinced his mind was having fun with him, playing and betraying simultaneously. However, needing to know Eve's state had shoved that concern to the side. But now it was unmistakable.

Jake gulped. He slowly turned. 

Fuck.

His brow pinched, eyes beginning to sting as his heart went wild inside his chest. 

Beautiful. So damn beautiful. 

Like a fresh wave, it washed over him how different he felt just at the mere sight of you compared to how he did for any woman he had in his life over the last decades. Those feelings never came close to matching. They weren't on the same tier; couldn't be when what he felt for you sat high on a pedestal of his own making. 

His eyes savored their slow scanning of you.

Exhaustion showed in the slump of your shoulders and in the dark circles under your eyes. Your hair was slightly messy. The shape of your body was hidden under a large sweatshirt. Your thumbnails were worn down from being nervously picked at. And Jake could see a few fine lines touched around your face. But you were still you. You still looked like his girl. And he couldn't understand how the hell you were in front of him.

"Eve's going to be ok," you repeated. "I talked with the doctor already. They gave her some medication to help her rest."

"You talked to…" He was still worn out. Brain trying to catch up with the world around him until, eventually, it clicked. "Eve is your daughter."

The empty room was silent as you stared at him. Then you said, "We can come back in the morning to see her. They said visiting hours are over so we have to go."

You twisted on your heel, making your way to the exit. Your steps against the tile echoed. 

You were real. Each passing second further proving it. So he followed after you.

"Wait! You can't just walk aw—"

"Not here," you interjected. 

His mouth instantly closed. He wouldn't argue, fearing that doing so would somehow make you disappear. And that was not something he was willing to risk.

He trailed you out the front door of the hospital.

"Are we far enough away now that you'll talk to me?"

You stopped and faced him. Neither of you seemed to guess what to do first. He had asked his question and he wanted his answer, but you didn't appear to know how to give one, so he skipped past it and instead glanced at your ring finger. It was bare. But maybe that meant nothing.

"Are you married?" He asked.

"No." You wrapped your arms around your middle. Hugging yourself. Barring yourself from him. Your weight shifted to your other foot, then your averted gaze made its way back to his. "Are you?"

His head shook as he soaked in the relief of your response.

Heaviness settled between you despite the California breeze moving the air along. 

"Did you know?" He broke the silence, but the tension held firm. And as if you expected it, you didn’t flinch. "Did you know I was her instructor?"

The simple gesture of your nod was a punch to the gut.

"And you didn't want to reach out? Talk to me? See me?"

"Jake—"

"I would've done anything to get a chance to—" He stopped himself at the pain screwing your features. That expression had always ripped him apart. Twenty years changed nothing. 

Taking a calming breath, he continued. "I'm sorry. I didn't…I'm not trying to…" His hand ran down his face. "Shit, I don't know how to do this anymore. I never thought I'd see you again." 

You made no rushing move to collect the words he was giving you, and Jake sighed in disappointment. This was not how the two of you interacted. You didn’t stand so far apart. You didn’t hold yourselves back from touching one another. You weren’t supposed to be nervous in each other's presence. 

"You look beautiful."

With a snort, you replied, "I'm a mess." You looked down at your sweatshirt and leggings. "I wore this to bed last night. They called me at the crack of dawn and I practically ran to the airport." Tugging at the hem of the oversized top did nothing to erase its wrinkles. "I didn't know you guys train so early."

"Eve likes to, so I let her," Jake said. "I'm so relieved that she's going to be ok. She's really great. If I ever had a daughter, I'd hope she'd be like Eve."

A hard swallow briefly created a bulge in your throat. Your arms found their way around your waist again.

"Do you, uh…do you have a place to stay?" With me, he thought. You belong with me.

"I'll find a hotel."

"You can sleep at mine."

"I couldn't intrude—"

"Honey, it's you. You're not an intrusion," he said, stepping closer. 

He would’ve paused to consider the slip of the endearment and the slight widening of your eyes, but he too desperately needed to convince you to go with him. He needed more time. More time to exchange questions, to learn all he’d missed. More time to hear your voice, and maybe, if he could encourage it, hear your laugh as well. More time to be in your presence and exist in the space you enchanted. More of any and everything with you. 

His hand rested on your arm and even through the thick material of the sweatshirt, he could feel your heat. So familiar. So welcoming. 

Home.

"Come home with me, Honey. I've still got the spare room."

—

There'd been an unspoken agreement, as Jake drove back to his house, that neither of you would discuss all that had been revealed within the half-hour prior. Well, ‘agreement’ maybe was not the most accurate of words. You didn't speak, so Jake didn't pressure you. Had you chosen to open your mouth, he would've hung onto every syllable. 

When you did finally step into the house, you shocked him with your sudden willingness to ask questions. How long had he been an instructor? Why had he kept the house when he'd surely been deployed elsewhere for long periods of time throughout his career? How the rest of his old team was?

He answered each one as you made your way down the hall into the living room. Then you went quiet and Jake glanced over his shoulder to find you staring at his wall of frames. From left to right, your eyes scanned each picture—those of his friends, group shots of his past classes, and one or two of him with his Gram. But you stared longest at the last one, and reached up to softly run your fingers over your younger face; a happy young woman smiling wide from his kiss on your cheek. 

His chest tightened. "Do you want something to drink?"

You jerked your hand back to your side. A pinkish tinge rushed to your cheeks from having been caught, but seeing that reaction only produced the same in him. "No, thank you."

Nodding, he said, “Make yourself at home.” Just as you used to. Back when you were so close, so attached to one another that home really was being in each other’s space. It was the way things should have always been. It’s the way things would have continued to be had you not left him. 

Jake grabbed a glass from his cabinet as you sat, poured himself a swigs-worth of alcohol, and downed it. He needed to curb the edge; calm the wiggling nerves under his skin. Then he joined you on the couch. 

“How are you feeling?”

You blew out a long breath. “Exhausted. I was in panic mode all day. The only reason I’m not suffocating right now is because the doctor promised me she’ll be fine.”

“I felt that relief, too,” he said, trying to restrain himself from wringing his hands. “I mean, I know she isn’t my daughter, but I try to help and prepare her for every obstacle as if she were my own.”

As he had hoped, he got to hear your laugh. Not the one he so fondly remembered, though. It was a weak chuckle, not the least bit imbued with humor, and there was an odd twinge of something else he didn't quite understand. 

“Of course you do," you muttered under your breath.

His brow pinched, and he was ready to ask what you meant, but his first word was interrupted. 

“Jake, why didn’t you ever marry?”

"Uh…" He shrugged. "I don’t know. It just never happened.”

Lying to you was not something he was accustomed to. It was different than when he was a younger man keeping the secret of his feelings from the woman he’d loved for a year. You’d never directly asked him what he felt for you, so he was never in a position to be untruthful. But he sure as hell wasn’t about to tell you now that the sole reason he never married was because the only woman he ever imagined having a family with vanished from his life while he slept unaware and unable to stop it. You, though, didn’t seem to have the same problem when it came to properly moving on. You had created that family. Without him. 

“Were you ever married?” he asked. “To Eve’s father? Or someone?”

For such a simple curiosity, you took a while to address it, opting instead to sit in silence, eyes not entirely focused on any particular thing in the room as one thumbnail picked at the other. 

He knew that look, only shown when you were overthinking. 

"Jake," you began, eyes still lost for a moment before they flicked over to his, “Do you know how old Eve is?"

"Sure. Pretty much everyone does. She's one of the youngest to ever be in the program," he chuckled. 

A sense of pride encouraged his smile. Being so young made Eve’s skill and abilities wildly impressive, and aiding in her success couldn't be compared to anything less than an honor. 

His grin remained long after the lingering of his statement faded entirely. And not once did your expression shift. Rather, the radiating anxiety continued to halo your body. 

Jake placed his hand on top of yours to soothe their fiddling, and you immediately grabbed onto him, pulling that hand closer and keeping it snug between your palms. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?"

Sighing, you peered up at him. Your gaze was sad, desperate, pleading, in a way. And he stared back, trying to decipher that pain; hoping to figure out why you were looking at him as you were, and why you'd asked the questions you did.

Then his eyes widened. 

His jaw slackened. 

Lips parted.

He’d heard of those random shocks. Those instances of a thread suddenly linking two dots, and that new connection bringing a clarity which, in hindsight, should have been so very obvious. 

Jake sifted through his rapid replaying of memories that spanned the last couple of months. 

Phoenix eyeing the young student and commenting how the girl bore quite the resemblance to him—He’d brushed it off. Plenty of people had blond hair and green eyes. 

The way she sometimes spoke. A specific phrase said in a specific tone that he’d only ever heard come out of your mouth—Just an odd coincidence.

The fact that her name was the same as his grandmother's—There were only so many names to select from, right?

But now, with that new unbreakable thread connecting those previously sporadic dots, clarity smacked him upside the head. 

"You left me at the beginning of that summer," he started, voice low and slow and careful with each word. "And Eve's birthday is in March."

"Yes."

Looking down at your joined hands, he nodded and said, "She's our daughter."

He could practically hear your swallow. 

"...Yes."

He stood then, hand slipping from yours so it could run down his face as the other settled on his hip. He blew out a heavy breath.

"Jake, I'm so sorry. I should have told you. I thought—I thought I was doing the right thing at the time. When I found out you were her instructor, I was going to find a way to tell you, but I was so scared and it was selfish and—"

"Does she know?"

"No, she—When she came here she told me she looked up to you, and that if she imagined the kind of man her father was, he'd be like you." 

You paused to properly exhale, head hanging in the aftermath. 

He wanted to erase that showing of shame, but if he interrupted you, you might not have given the rest of the story. And he needed the rest of the story. He needed the truth of the events that had haunted him for decades. 

"I always felt I made the biggest mistake of my life the day I left you, but hearing her say that solidified it. And for years, I let fear keep me from righting that wrong,” you said, a droplet of water falling from your face, soaking into the fabric of your leggings. "All this time I've been so afraid that you wouldn't want her, and you wouldn't want me, and it's paralyzed me."

His fingers twitched at his sides, begging him to allow them to brush away your tears—to let the woman he loved know that he didn’t hate her for her past choices—but he couldn’t move. And the only thing he could think to say was, "Should it really have taken her getting hurt for you to tell me?"

Raw heartbreak seeped into your gaze.

"So it's my daughter that is laying in a hospital bed right now." The more he said it, the more he called her that in acknowledgment of who they truly were to one another, the more it ached each limb and vein and nerve of his body to know that she was hurting. Yes, he had always cared about her and treated her like his own, but Eve being his daughter changed things. It altered his biological instincts and the chemical balance in his brain. Failing in protecting her was no longer just a failure, it was catastrophic to his soul. 

He pictured her face bruised, her lip cut, her cheek swollen. He imagined your sheer horror once learning she was injured thousands of miles out of your reach. You’d faced it alone. You never should have been alone to begin with. 

"I should've kept looking for you," he said. "I should have just told everyone else to fuck off."

"Jake, if they were telling you to give up, then—"

"Don't. Do not say it was for good reason. We could've been together. If I had found you we would've been a family."

The day his friends had sat him down, laid out what they believed to be the reality he refused to accept, and told him to move on, was fresh in his mind. Not a moment of it had faded. He’d dreamt about it for ages—sometimes still did—always waking devastated. 

Your palm cupping his cheek called him back from his thoughts. 

"The only reason we weren't a family is because I fucked up. I did,” you stressed. “This isn't on you."

You were suddenly so close, he realized. So warm within his space. How he’d survived losing you, he didn’t know. 

"Would you have come back with me? If I had been able to find where you were?"

Your hand fell but he grabbed it before you could retreat, and thankfully, you didn’t fight him. Then you sighed, the act expelling the tenseness that had stiffened your form. "I'm not going to answer that question." 

Perhaps for the best. Either answer would’ve broken him.

He wished to go back in time, to never give up on his search. He wanted a chance to convince the woman he loved to raise a child together. He wanted to be a father to that baby girl as she’d grown, and enjoy all of the moments that came with being her parent. 

Nothing could give that to him now, but at least he wouldn’t be losing any more time. 

Eve being grown didn’t mean she wasn’t his. Being in one another’s lives proved to be predestined. He was a father, had always been, and could maybe finally be seen as a father by his daughter now that you had bared it all and given the truth.

So he figured maybe it was only fair to do the same for you.

Jake looked at you. Really looked at you. His eyes bore into yours, taking in the swell of your pupils and the different colors flecked around in what remained of the ring of your irises. "Is this secret sharing day?" he asked.

"What?” Your brow pinched as you sniffled and swiped your fingers under the lower lashes framing your right eye to remove the final remnants of tears. “I-I suppose so. If that’s really what you want to call it."

“Good.” Both hands were on his hips to give him some sense of physical stability, and he licked his lips, then said, "I didn't get married because I never found anyone I loved as much as I love you. I couldn’t fully give myself to anyone while I still belonged to someone else.”

Shock and disbelief melded inside that previously heartbroken gaze.

He hadn’t been able to say the words before you left. You hadn’t given him a chance. But he could see now that you had spent years wondering if felt that deeply for you, as he had wondered if you felt that way for him. 

 “Jake, you…you love me?”

“I've always loved you, Honey,” he declared just before his lips met yours. 

The soft touch didn’t seem to stun you. You didn’t take your time to adjust to the kiss you hadn’t shared in decades. Instead, you fell right into it, right alongside him. Your arms rose to wrap around his neck, sending shudders up his spine. You tugged him closer as he did the same to you. You moaned and whimpered and let your tongue play with his, so generously allowing him to get drunk off of your taste.

You kissed him exactly like he remembered; like nothing had changed or interrupted the perfect path you once started on. There was the same sweetness that, just as it used to, surrendered to an underlying burn. A familiar need for each other that had never died. And you settled into it; kissing skin and grasping at clothes and snuffing out all space between you until neither of you could take it anymore.

“Honey?” A little whine into your mouth.

“Yes,” you replied, sealing your lips again before he could say another word. Because you weren’t just answering the call of his name for you. You were answering the unspoken question the both of you already knew was coming. 

Jake grinned into the kiss and slipped his hand down the front of your leggings. 

—-

"I assume you have more questions?" 

Your voice was the first break in the peaceful silence where he had been lazily pressing his lips to your neck and bare shoulder while your back was tucked against his chest. 

He did have questions. But it was a war whether to ask them or to remain a little longer in the bubble of bliss where he could touch you and cuddle you and kiss you. You had asked, though, and he'd never been too good at denying you anything. 

Pulling his lips away from your skin, he said, “A hundred of them.” 

You flipped under the bedsheet to face him. "Any particular one you wish to start with?"

Jake paused. Not because he didn’t know the first of which to ask, but because your answer had a great deal of power over him. It contained his hope and his pain, either with the potential to destroy the other. It was an answer that would dictate his future. 

"Can she know?" He finally asked.

"She deserves to know,” you replied to his relief. “She'd want to know. As long as you want her to know, too."

His arm over your waist curled and pulled you closer. "Of course I do, Honey." 

"Then we can tell her tomorrow, if you want."

"Are you ready for that?"

"It's not about me," you said. "She might forgive me now, she might not. It could take a while, I suppose, and I hate that, but I'd deserve it."

When your head dipped down away from his, he ran his hand over the strands of your hair and brushed his lips against your forehead. 

"I hope that we all can look at this as a chance to have something new, though," you continued. "I'd like for us to look ahead, not behind."

Jake smiled. That was all he wanted. Just a chance to have what he’d lost. Everything he had lost.

"And what about you and me?" He hummed as his knuckle under your chin tilted your face back up to his. "Do we get something new as well? Because I don't know if I'm capable of letting you walk out of my life again."

The corners of your lips curved the slightest and you cupped his cheek, drawing him further into you. The kiss was gentle, brief, but more than enough to send tingles throughout him. Then you separated a hairs width and whispered:

"Jake, I'm not capable of leaving you again."

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A/N: Ok, so this might be it for a little bit, guys, as far as fic posting. There’s been a lack of interest it seems lately and i’m not in a good space mentally to be able to put a lot into it and not know how it’s being received. It’s no ones fault but my own that I feel this way. This is how I’ve chosen to spend my time and this is the platform I picked. I want to write the rest of Oh, Baby and Beyond the Hills stuff but idk. Maybe i’ll snap out of it. But this was just to let those of you who have been following know what the plan might be. I’m very thankful that some of you have stuck around this long.

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[spidernuggets]

What about reader was a street kid that somehow ended up under hanks wing, she thinks of hank as a big brother, she ends up going to titans tower with hank and dawn, Jason thinks shes so cool and really likes her but idiot titans jason decides the best way to go about his feelings is to be a bit of a douchebag and to show off, Hank picks up what he's doing and literally lifts him off the ground with one hand and is like leave my sister alone, and then Jason's like oh shit your sister!? Basically just something silly and fun and also I bloody love hank and dawn so I had to include them ♡

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"Leave my sister alone, Todd."

Hank was walking through an alley, a shortcut on the way to a fast food place to meet up with Dawn, when he heard something hit the dumpsters. His fists clench, ready to fight whatever may cause harm.

What he didn't expect was a teenage girl with a pipe in her hands.

Without thinking, Hank took a couple steps closer. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt- OW, what the fuck!" He yelled, grabbing his head that you hit harshly with the pipe.

"Oh, my god, I'm sorry!" You exclaimed, not giving him the chance to finish his sentence, stating that he meant no danger to you. "I thought you were gonna stab me or something!" You jog up to him, supporting him by the shoulders, checking for any blood.

"No, no, my fault. Some big, scary, man stranger walking through an alley in the middle of the night isn't the most safest thing to walk across." He groans. He inseocts you for a few seconds, noticing the dirt and filth all over your clothes, and scratch marks around your face.

"Hey, kid, you live around here? Why are you even out so late?" Hank asks, regaining his posture.

"It's Y/n, firstly, not kid. And restaurants throw out some good food at the end of the day. I was just dumpster diving," you say casually, as if it was the norm. "And, yes and no? I live around here, but.. uhh, no permanent house."

Hank mentally groans. The last thing he wanted was to become like Dick, and taking in "strays" was one of Dick's main attributes. But you didn't have shelter, and you were eating food out of the dumpster.

"Hey, listen, I know I'm still big, scary man stranger, but I'm meeting up with my girlfriend at BatBurgers. How about we get you something to eat that doesn't have the possibility of getting you any diseases?" He offers.

You think for a moment. You had nothing to lose. Sure, this man might actually kidnap you, OR you might get a fresh, hot meal for the first time in a long while.

"Lead the way, mister," you say.

"You can call me Hank, kid," he smiles, walking the rest of the way to the diner.

"Oh, and who's this?" Dawn asks, crouching slightly to meet you at eye level.

"This is Y/n. She'll be joining us," Hank states as he opens the door. "Go on in," he says to you, nodding his head in.

The way you bounced in excitement had Hank smiling. "New friend?" Dawn asks, mirroring his grin.

"You can say so."

Hank and Dawn's talking was half tuned out, stuffing your face with a burger and fries. The couple had no judgement, acknowledging that it could've been a minute since you've eaten properly.

"I'll go to the bathroom," Dawn whispers to Hank as she shuffles out of the booth.

"She's the girlfriend?" You whisper, leaning forward to Hank, who was sat in front of you.

"Yeah, she is. She's Dawn." Hank replies

You nod, taking another bite of the burger. "She's pretty," you claim, voice muffled through the meat and cheese stuffed in your mouth.

"Alright, listen, real talk." Hank begins, gaining your attention. "You obviously weren't listening. So... Me and Dawn were thinking... how about you come stay with us. You clearly need a place to stay, a shower, food. We got what you need."

"Are you guys those Hawk and Dove people?" You ignore his new offer as his eyes widen.

"Wha-" He clears his throat. "No, no, no. We're not." He stammers, looking around the empty diner, seeing if anyone had heard you.

"We're not what?" Dawn asks, returning from the toilet.

"Dawn, tell her we are NOT Hawk and Dove," Hank says through gritted teeth.

Dawn turns to you. "Where'd you get that idea?" She says out of impressed curiosity.

You shrugged, sipping on your cola. "Hank and Dawn. Hawk and Dove. Sounds real similar. Plus he's not great at hiding the fact," you state nonchalantly while pointing at Hank.

"Plus, you guys are offering me a home. Better knowing you guys are superheroes rather than junkies trying to sell me through the black market, right?"

Hank and Dawn share a known look. "Alright, kid. We're only admitting this so you have a place to stay without any second thoughts in regard to your safety." Hank says, pointing back at you.

You shrug once more. "Then I guess I'm staying with you two. A shelter and supes to protect me? Double win," you crack a smile.

So, Hank and Dawn welcomed you into their home and into their lives. Though it was mostly Hank taking the wheel in this newfound relationship. Exceot for clothes shopping. That was Dawn's expertise.

But since you already knew both their secret identities, Hank wanted to train you in combat and stealth, wanting you to be able to protect yourself when you're home alone while the couple was out.

The longer you stayed with Hank, though, the more you saw him as family. As an older brother. And he can't lie, even though he hasn't known you for long, he likes to think of you as a little sister.

"Hey, kid, listen," Hank chimes, walking into the living room and taking a seat next to you on the couch while Dawn is perched on the arm rest beside him. It's almost been a year since you've stayed with Hank and Dawn, and you don't think life could get any better. "Me and Dawn have been thinking-"

"Uh oh, that's never a good sign," you joke with a snarky smirk.

"Hush, anyways. You've been getting so good at your training. We think that you would be a great contribution to... the Titans?" Hank says unsurely, not knowing how you'd react. "I called up Dick, telling him that we got a badass girl under our wing. Asked him to give you a shot. What do you think?"

After a few seconds of disbelief and processing, you spring up from the couch. "HOLY SHIT!" You exclaim. "A slot in the Titans, are you serious?!" A wide grin stretches along your face, hurting your cheeks.

"You can even get your own room there so you're never alone when me and Hank are out," Dawn smiles.

You pause. "But I like staying with the two of you."

Your little confession makes the couple's heart melt.

"Sis, we're still gonna be there with you around the tower. It's just gonna be a different change of scenery," Hank assures.

You take a breath. "So, when do we go?"

Upon arrival, you're close behind Hank, lightly grabbing onto his shirt while he leads the way. "What if they think I'm lame?" You ask nervously.

Hank laughs and looks down behind him. "They won't. Everyone's nice. Well.. except for that asshole, Jason."

"Hank," Dawn calls out, giving him a look that tells him to drop the attitude.

Before you can ask more about this apparent asshole, the elevator doors open, and you hide directly behind Hank's large frame. Everyone was already waiting for your arrival.

"Guy, this is Y/n- Y/n, would you get-" Hank grabs your shoulder, pushing you in front of him.

"Hi.." You queitly say while awkwardly waving towards the group.

"Hey, I'm Jason," a boy with loose and wild curls with a grin comes walking out to you, holding his hand out.

You completely forget about Hank's previous statement, already enchanted by the boy while shaking his hand.

"Nope." Hank says, lightly pushing Jason's shoulder, backing him away from you.

"Aw, come on, Hank, you know I'm not so bad." Jason smiles, feigning innocence.

Hank pushes you, determined for you to meet the rest of the group who isn't Jason.

Dick and Hank show you to your new room. While Dick returns to the others, Hank helps you unpack your little belongings.

Suddenly, you couldn't help but go up to Hank and give him a tight hug, taking him by surprise.

"Wow, okay, what's this, kid?" Hank says, an arm around your shoulders and hand protectively placed on your head.

"Just a thanks. For everything. You and Dawn did a lot for me. You're a great brother," you admit. Hank smiles, rubbing your back, telling you it's not a big deal.

Dick leads you to the training room, where Gar, Rachel,and Jason were already at. The three of them were sparring blindfolded, which shook you a lot, knowing that you were probably nowhere near that level of training yet. Sure, Hank has taught you the importance of losing senses while fighting and taught you how to fight without those senses, but still. When you see others doing it, you begin to rethink your training.

But Jason caught your eye once more. He seemed so flawless at this. Like he was born,with that kind of talent and skill.

"Alright, guys, wrap it up," Dick says.

"Aw, man, I was just about to beat these two losers!" Jason says, immediately shutting up after he sees you once he takes his blindfold off.

Gar lightly hits Jason with his wooden sword playfully while Jason just smiles.

"Gar," Dick calls out. "Spar with Y/n for a bit. We need to see what we're working with."

"Why can't I train with her?" Jason asks, a little annoyed as he wanted to get to know you better.

"Because Dick knows you'll cry about it if she beats you," Rachel mutters, Jason flipping her off.

"Gar knows when to hold back, Jason. Sit down," Hanks says, crossing his arms. "Let them do it blindfolded," he suggests as you and Dick look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

You chuckle awkwardly. "Aha.. no, no. No, no. That's not necessary. I will suck ass if I-"

"Blindfolded," Hank interrupts. He knows that you're underestimating yourself and that you're more capable than you realise.

"Blindfolded it is," Dick mutters, handing you a blindfold.

You take a breath, you and Gar getting into a stance, preparing yourselves. There were no weapons for this. Which is fine by you. You were always good at talking with your fists.

"Go!" Dick yells.

Gar charged forward, ready to attack. But you stayed where you were.

Listen, then go. You thought to yourself. With every step, every breath, every breeze that moved with his body, you can hear Gar's movement. Just as he was about to go in for a punch, you block him. You grab his arm, twisted it, then threw him over your shoulder.

Gar groaned on the floor, removing his blindfold. You removed yours slowly, staring at the green hair boy below you.

You turn to the others who were surprised at the sudden turn, except Hank, who had a cocky grin on his face. "Did... I do it right?" You quietly ask.

A small smile slowly formed across Dick's face. "Welcome to the Titans."

Dick had to pull Hank out of the training room, telling him that you're in good hands with the other three. But Hank didn't trust Jason. So Dick promised they'll just be in the other room. If things go south, he'll be quick to come to your safety.

"So, you wanna train with me?" Jason immediately asks you once Hank leaves the room. Gar and Rachel give each other a look, knowing that Jason is already down bad for you.

You take a step back, feeling a tad bit intimidated, especially after seeing how skilled he was. "I.. I don't know. I think you're too advanced for me."

Saying that this made Jason's ego sky rocket is an understatement.

"Ah, come on, babe. I'll go easy, trust me. I'll even teach ya how to improve," he offers, his hands resting on his hips.

Your face slightly flushed at the sudden nickname. You cleared your throat. "Yeah, okay."

Jason stretches his arms out, pointing to his chest. "Alright, go on, take a jab at me."

Going in for the punch, Jason steps to the side, avoiding the strike, grabbing your arm, pinning you to the ground, and holding your arm behind your back.

"Alright, alright. So you actually need to- hey, what the fuck! Put me down!" Just as Jason explains where you went wrong, his feet were dangling a few centimetres off the ground.

"Leave my sister alone, Todd," Hank growls, holding Jason in the air by his collar.

"Hank!" You yell, sitting up.

"Shit, that's your sister?" Jason asks, looking back and forth from you and Hank while Rachel takes her phone out to take a pic of the moment. "She single?" He boldly asks while your face heats up as he sends you a wink.

Hank was about to waste no time punching Jason in the face, when Dick walks in, telling him to put Jason down. It takes Hank a few moments and a couple of glares to comply.

"Stay away from her," he threatens one last time before taling you by the arm, pulling you out of the room.

But that was a before you sent Jason a smile and a wave goodbye, and he returned the smile and a nod of his head.

The two of you know that Jason is definitely not going to leave you alone during your stay.

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soz, anon, there's less jason interaction than i anticipated 💔💔 still, hope you enjoy it 🥳🥳

[doumadono]

hello

i'm incredibly sorry to ask for this emergency request

but would it be okay to ask you to write comfort for suicide thoughts with hawks or aizawa? I understand that you may be uncomfortable with it, so it's okay if this ask won't be fulfilled

thank you either way and have a nice day!

Aizawa & Hawks with s/o having suicidal thoughts

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Aizawa

Aizawa, typically reserved, expresses concern when he notices the change in their behavior, demonstrating his deep connection with them.

Rather than pressing for details, Aizawa lets his partner share at their own pace, creating a safe space where they feel comfortable opening up.

Aizawa would stay up late, ensuring he's there when his partner needs to talk. His gruff exterior softens as he listens attentively, providing a safe space for them to express their darkest, suicidal thoughts.

Aizawa understands the power of silence. Sometimes, they'd sit together without saying a word, knowing that just having someone by their side can be reassuring.

With a rare smile, Aizawa offers words of encouragement, acknowledging the struggles they face. "You're stronger than you think. I believe in you, Y/N. Please. I can't lose you, baby."

Aizawa works with them to develop a structured routine, focusing on small, achievable goals to gradually overcome challenges.

Aizawa helps them establish a routine, emphasizing the importance of self-care. Whether it's making sure they eat properly or get enough rest, he takes practical steps to support their well-being.

Knowing the therapeutic effects of physical activity, Aizawa suggests training together. It becomes a way to release pent-up emotions and build a sense of achievement.

Aizawa encourages them to engage in activities they enjoy. Whether it's reading, drawing, or another hobby, it becomes a positive outlet for their emotions.

Aizawa gently encourages seeking professional help, emphasizing that heroes aren't just those who fight villains but also those who face their inner battles.

Aizawa assures them that they're not alone in this journey. "We'll face this together, one step at a time."

Aizawa helps them connect with friends and build a support system, reinforcing the idea that seeking help is a sign of strength.

Hawks

Hawks, perceptive as always, notices a change in their demeanor. Without prying, he gently encourages them to share what's on their mind.

When they finally open up about their dark thoughts, Hawks listens attentively, his wings wrapping around them protectively, creating a comforting cocoon.

"You're not alone in this, you know. We're a team, remember? Let me share this burden with you," Hawks says, his voice calm and reassuring.

Hawks takes them on flights, providing a unique perspective and a momentary escape from the darkness.

Hawks uses his playful nature to bring laughter into their lives, understanding that humor can be a powerful antidote to despair.

Hawks is affectionate, expressing love through hugs, kisses, and words of affirmation. "You mean the world to me, and I'll always be here for you. I know those thoughts are super overwhelming but I know how strong you are."

Hawks encourages them to explore creative outlets, channeling their emotions into something positive. Whether it's writing, painting, or another form of expression, it becomes a therapeutic outlet.

He shares stories of his own struggles, highlighting that vulnerability is not a weakness, but a strength that can connect people.

On difficult days, he surprises them with small gestures of affection, whether it's breakfast in bed or a note expressing his love and support.

Hawks collaborates with them on setting achievable goals, celebrating every small victory together. "We'll conquer this together, darling."

Hawks paints a vivid picture of a brighter future, reminding them that each day brings new possibilities and opportunities for happiness.

[threepandas]

Bird4Bird Part 3: Yandere Hawks

Did you know? That Fukuoka has the highest concentration of winged Quirks in Japan? Most of them in or around Kyushu. It's a remarkably recent thing too. Used to be farther north, but that slowly died off when the Hero Rising Wing died in action.

Wanna know WHY?

It's because of the fuckin Gyms.

The markets. The specialty doctors offices. The clothing lines that cater to people who have LIMBS sticking out if their backs. All of those? Yeah, they picked up and looked for the next Hero to slap a brand deal on. Because GOD FORBID they serve the community that already existed and needed them.

So folks had to move. Sell their houses.

It was that or take the train for hours each day, after all.

Because? Again. No license? Who CARES if your health suffers! Fucking WALK. Dangerous muscle atrophy and spinal problems? Should have thought about being a HERO! Bleed for the state!

You're not bitter.

You're just routinely pissed enough to spit shards of GLASS.

Doesn't help that YOUR quirk? Oh, YOUR Quirk is one of the BIG ones. One of those "why yes, I CAN bench press a small vehicle, why do you ask?" Sorta quirks. The upkeep is a NIGHTMARE. You live in a god damned SHOEBOX.

You HAVE too! Because FUCKING INSURANCE doesn't cover "frivolous" "luxury" expenses like your Hero-grade gym membership. Which you only NEED because you'd BREAK the normal machines at a standard Avian Quirk Specialty Gym. But good luck trying to agree with the BIGOTS at-!!!

.....breathe. Just.... just breath. In, then out, in, then out.

Not Worth it.

This is workout time. De-stress. Getting to stretch your wings. Work up a swea-OH MOTHER FUCKER!!

Hawks bats his eyelashs, obnoxiously in your opinion, at you and twiddle his fingers in a cheeky lil shit wave. No. NO. This is you day OFF from community service. You were supposed to be FREE of him! How is he HERE?!

You look him dead in the eyes and project MURDER.

His obnoxious grin gets bigger. It's like he WANTS you to fight him! Is... is this bullying? Are you being BULLIED? You're on fuckin PAROLE. The flesh may be so, SO willing to slam him face first through a wall... but the spirit DOESNT WANT TO GO TO JAIL. His ass ain't worth it!

Leave you crimson ass, crow demon! FUCK OFF!

He pouts exaggeratedly at you. Dramatic and fake as shit. "Aaaw, aren't we FRIENDS? Don't you want to hang ooooout~?" NO! I would sell you back to whatever hell dimension you crawled from, for a toothpick I DONT EVEN WANT!

He looks delighted.

Stop that!

You try and ignore him. Finish your work out. But he is so, SO clingy and whiny and LOUD. He's doing on purpose. You know he is. HE knows, you know, he is. You can see it in his eyes. It's the fucking malicious little sparkle.

Is he getting OFF on this? What, does he just LIKE to harrass people? Pick at them?

If he keeps fucking around, he's GONNA find out.

You storm away the second your done. Try to lose him at the changing rooms. Fail. Now he's following you... eating greasy fried chicken... OBNOXIOUSLY. Does he HAVE to FLY while he does that?! The exaggerated noises are COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY!

You spin to rip him a new one, take one look at his smug, victorious expression... and? Actually? Enjoy your fucking chicken. Mama didn't raise a lil bitch. She had a Cutesy Pair Of Angel Wings™ her entire life. Was fetishized to FUCK and back. Learned the fine art of rage and taking no prisoners.

She? She raised a spiteful wrath child with a strong sense of justice.

Fuck yoooooooou.

You hope he CHOKES on that chicken. You begin to turn, but stop. He WAS looking annoyed that his plan didn't work. Why did he just start smirking? He looks entirely too smug and pleased. Not looking AT you. Over your head? Behind-?

"Omg, IS THAT HAWKS~♡?!"

Oh, fuck. You feel the blood drain from you face. His eyes flick down to yours. His PR, fake ass, smile has never been toothier. D...Don't do it. Don't you DARE.

He strikes a photo ready pose. Why YES HE IS~!

You desperately try to get out of the way. You've SEEN the carnage. The poor souls caught in the crossfire. High pitched squeals and thundering feet race closer from behind you. A red feather has by the front of the jacket. You stare down in betrayal. Back up in horror.

You're supposed to be a HERO!

The Fan's cometh. And with a howling curse, you get consumed by the crowd. Hawks laughs, bright and charming above the crowd. His feathers never leaving your body as you get thrown around. Shouldn't have ignored him~

But man, the face you made was pretty cute, too.

Following you was a great idea! He should do it more often~♡

[whichuniverseisthis]

Let's talk about how cool of a character Hawks is. Not talking about the story writing, which one may or may not like based on what they expect from it, or the character design, which is admittedly pretty awesome too.

Just talking about his introduction to the story. I've seen people saying that he came out of nowhere, but well, if you have a number 1, 2 and 4 hero with All Might, Endeavor and Best Jeanist, you're bound to have a number 3 as well, right?

What is really amazing about his character is how he singlehandedly shifted the atmosphere of the series with just his introduction. He is the first one who actually talks about the society, about their anxieties and fears, instead of just talking about good heroes and bad heroes.

Thanks to him, the author managed to open a window for the readers on the villains side of the story, which before him was only relegated to a couple of scenes to keep us informed on their whereabouts, but now they can fully take over thanks to Hawks working as a middle ground between them and the heroes.

And also thanks to Hawks, we got a chance to look at Endeavor and the start of his development, plus the first hints of the relation between him and Dabi.

And speaking about Dabi, I love how him and Hawks foil each other in pretty much everything: their name, their design, their story, their motivations, and especially their relation with Endeavor.

It's pretty clear from the beginning how tragic Hawks's character is without even needing to see the full backstory. The one character who's biggest dream is freedom is the one who doesn't have any until he loses the one thing that makes him at least feel it, his wings. No wonder he told Tokoyami to fly as long as he has a chance to do it. At least the others should be free in his place.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

'Who am I to Complain?'

As part of my own contribution to this year's first day of Spring 2024, aka the in universe birthday of one Richard John Grayson-Wayne, the First Robin and the crime fighter known as Nightwing, I would like this opportunity finally....FINALLY...posting up for you all a fic that's been in my drafts for pretty much the better part of any entire year. Originally meant on being released last Christmas, various forms of delay, writer's block and other general distractions have prevented me from finally finishing such a project. Well finally after such anticipation at least on my end, I have managed creating a final form for this story I think can satisfy.

For very quick context, this story is a component of my long running idea proposing and lore building of my own version of the DC Comics Universe. In particular, it takes within the long storyline both @thattimdrakeguy and I have crafted for the better part of two years, the first part being involved within the hypothetical Nightwing solo book, 'Clipped Wings' and its follow up crossover with Detective Comics proper, "Blue Hawk Down'. For more information regarding the general summaries of events, check out the links here and here.

I shall like to dedicate this story to my mutuals and friends @adalineozie @meara-eldestofthemall @nightglider124 @faesystem @confusedhummingbird @spider-jaysart @mothnem @lightdusk96 @camo-wolf @sbd-laytall @theredheaded-stuff @celaenaeiln @starlightbelle @shootingstarssel @avaraydrake @pin-crusher2000 @sillymanwithocs @batboyblog @bluegarners @tarisilmarwen @orange-s-mario @altinyns-multimedia-museblog @katmaatui and so many others

Constructive Criticisms are Generally Welcome; Replies and Especially Reblogs are greatly appreciated

The Following May Contain Graphic Scenes of Violence, References to Sexual Assault and other themes not suitable for a Young Audience. Viewer Discretion is Heavily Advised

As per usual, All Rights and Copyrights to Characters and Concepts seen in this work are owned by DC Comics, Inc, a subsidiary of DC Entertaiment and Warner Bros. Discovery

With all that....Happy Birthday Dick Grayson....Here's my gift of Grade A angst for you

Sigh. Cough Cough

Look at yourself. Just Honest to God, Dick, just look at yourself.

Take a good look at those cuts, that blood all over your ugly as hell face, that blood pouring out of your stupid, big fat hole you call a mouth. You wanna know who’s Goddamn fault it was for all this? You wanna know who's responsible for you being more pathetic and a freak than you already are? Cough Cough

You.

Don’t try to deny it. Why should you? 

After all, you allowed this to happen to you, right? Not just with what happened tonight but over these last few weeks. You know what I’m talking about. Losing your home and failing to find out how despite insisting you paid for it. What will Kory Cough say now when she comes back and sees that home you wanted to allow her into isn’t even yours anymore? What kind of fiance are you to allow that? 

  Why stop there? Here you are, without any place to call a house, your face gushing and oozing red as it had been lately, broke, nobody likes you, not a single damn soul cares about you. You wanna know who’s fault it is? Yours. In fact, as you right now are flinging that bottle of peroxide into your ugly face and stinging from it as you deserve, how about we explore what even happened tonight that led to this, shall we? 

  I think I should…Cough

 Three Hours Earlier….

 BAM 

“Ack!” 

“Tell Us Goddamnit, You Blue Wearing Cunt!!” 

As if I would. How do I tell these bastards where the hell Bruce is if I wasn’t even able to speak to him for weeks by now? 

I know what you’re thinking, ‘but are you his…’

Stop right there right now. If you’re gonna pull that whole ‘you’re his son’  bullshit on me, for one thing, at the very most I was adopted, I ain’t his real kid. I never deserved being his real kid at all given who we are. Another thing too; if he were to come to my help, he would’ve done so about…God knows how many times by now lately. I would handle it anyways, what kind of person needs any sort of father or even friends when it was their own damn fault they wound up taking two  bullets to the hamstrings? 

Why yes, that’s what I’m going through and yes it was my Goddamn fault being this utterly stupid and an utter embarrassment with my training for getting caught by those sickos like I was. Now you are thinking, everyone has an off day and…

BAM BAM BAM BAM 

Crap! Two on the calves and two more on my hamstrings, I can tell. 

“Motherfucker….” Damn it all they weren’t supposed to hear that. Great, now they laugh at it. 

The hell’s wrong with me? There’s no time to let them know what’s going with my nerves acting up. 

“You know, guys” (Cough) Keep it in, Grayson! You got something to say these assholes need to hear Damnit! “ You’re getting absolutely nowhere right now. If I knew where Batman was, I still wouldn’t tell you. So what the hell makes you think I do then after an hour and…” 

“Shut the fuck up, Birdfreak!” 

BAM

A kick right to my face? Yeah, another in my long line of failures and that one was justified; I should’ve seen that one coming. Hey, compared to the bullet holes though, it’s nothing really. Besides why even be hurt by that when I have this lowlife staring directly at my ugly mug of a face right now? 

“You know him, more than us here! You have to know where he went! We got a sweet little gig here and I ain’t rushing to see that pointy eared son of a dick trying to ruin it! ‘Sides, you’re in our hands now, so you see; once we’re all done here one way or another, we can get that dough from the cops since they’re looking for you more than us! Now you tell us if he knows about this place and if he’s coming, will ya?! We ain’t got all night and I’m missing my game!” 

Sweet little gig? As in the child trafficking operation they got here right now? Some of those children right behind me behind a cage like animals, forced to see me pinned on my torso and face, taking crap in many ways from them? They call that ‘sweet’ in mine and their faces?! 

“You calling that a game? Selling kids to sexual slavery? I really hate to see what’ll be your idea for a movie if that’s what you.re saying” That quip, I couldn’t help, it was damn true and these creeps needed to hear that. It was about as much a fact as Bruce hates me right now and rightfully so. 

Yet all they do is laugh even harder than before. They’re really….really starting to get on my nerves. 

Their ringleader grins ever so much in my face. His disgusting and unbearable cigarette smoke billows in my face. “So what?”  

So what? So what?? Is that really your best retort to me? It’s unbelievable, just what kind of devils and evils dwell in this city. But it’s evil I hunt for every single night. No one around me sees what I have to or does what I do around these parts. Not Bruce, not Tim, not Kory, no Donna….no one. On that note,  no one should have to. Maybe it’s my failure to stop evil like this and everything I do, everything so wrong and never good enough, that’s why I’m certain Bruce decided just to cut me off. 

No job, no place I can call a house or a home to stay in, no money, no spare clothes, no answering my calls, nothing. It’s been about three months of this so far, a three month test to see if I break if I had nothing, only for the big bad bat wanting me to literally cry my way back home to him. You know what? Screw you too, Bruce. Or whoever was doing all this. I know that, even for you Bruce, ins outs of everything, even you normally won’t stoop this low. It’s not just nothing I’ve been trying to figure out suggests otherwise. Maybe it’s just this….paranoia….no I can’t be paranoid. What’s happening is real and I need to deal with it and…

“Hey Cockscuker, you listening to me??” 

Oh right, this asshole. 

Looking at him, I can’t help myself but make my eyes go towards his own. What does he think would work now to make me talk? 

In his hands was some sort of object. It looks bladed, I can tell based on the glistening of the steel coming from the moonlight coming in through the window. Once he gets a bit closer, I see it now….oh of course….a damn pizza cutter. Oh and just my luck too, in his other hand is a goddamn cheese grater. I guess either this warehouse is for kitchen  tools or just my karma telling me how much I fucking suck and rightfully so again. Maybe the latter. 

The asshole only grins at me. “Okay then, maybe some…slices can get ya to talk. What do you say?” 

I take a deep breath and brace my teeth within my mouth. No use crying out, screaming or any of that weakness than I already showed earlier . This frankly I deserve, and come on. 

I’ve taken a few swings from a baseball bat from Two Face, got injected with Slade’s nanoscopic probes that were shredding my cells inside and out, got blasted by an alternate Luthor, forcibly swallowed a heart paralyzing pill by Slade and the actual Luthor (that bald cunt)….and now just a circular blade and a metal sheet with blades on it on my forehead and face?

Seems fitting enough to take; whatever I’ve done and didn’t do in my vow to protect the innocent and never strive off the path of justice, being a terrible friend, never good enough for Batman as I had always been, letting the only two people that actually had any right to care for me fall to the sandy and hard floor, shattering almost every bone in their bodies when I had only one job to do which was catch them….yeah this is appropriate. This is exactly what I deserve after all of that. Losing my home, my job, and my means to do basically anything for myself, I deserve that.

Who am I to complain, really? 

  Back at the Present Day….

   Sssszzzz….

“Ah Fuck!” 

Peroxide…it never fails to emit any sort of sting on any sort of cut, don’t it, Dick? 

Oh but you gonna start cussing and feeling it now? What the hell’s wrong with you? You can’t handle just a tiny sting of this shit without any yells? 

Suck it up, will ya? You’re acting like a spoiled brat. 

Who are you to complain about really?

Oh and by the way, there goes the last of our Peroxide, just circling down this old bathroom sink drain into God knows sewer pipes along with the blood it splashed off. You're gonna have to fetch some more, Dick. It’s not like Bruce is gonna get us anymore. 

Fuck Him. 

We’ve been putting up with his shit every since we lost are damn place to stay in, then our jobs all over this city, villain after villain breaking out, us being blamed for the Mayor, his wife and girl getting ripped to shreds and blood all over one day with one of your Wingdings, making you hunted down from pretty much everyone (for what only $1.5 Billion Alive? Oh c’mon that's too generous of a bounty for you. I’d put myself at about only 25 cents given your piss poor track record); You know for sure Bruce did all this, all behind the scenes, pulling every string he can to get us like this. 

 And why? Letting him know that you can take care of ourselves that one time and him being this offended by it? Well, fuck it, You’ve been showing him alright! Things are shittybut maybe that’s just how he likes it for you. Nothing gonna change that anytime soon; might as well make it the best for you, because it’s all you can do by now. 

  So now, no shoes, no fucking good socks at all, only one pair of torn sweats, that black tee, suit and toothbrush in your bag, here in this damn blizzard….every breathe getting…heavier….kinda….getting hard to stay awa…Cough Cough Cough

  Hey! Cut it out, Dickface! Cough Keep going at least somewhere! Anywhere out of this snow…so much of it….Wait, that spot there, in this alley. That’ll work for now. 

You hear that, laying on this backpack now….yeah this’ll work….at least not being out in that wind, though…..so much snow….it’s everywhere. It’s been everywhere these last few days. Fitting really, since well you do hear that right?

  C’mon pick it up, Dick, your ears can’t be that piss poor 

Cough

  “May I, as your new Mayor, wish us all in this dear Bludhaven…..”

   Yeah, there it is…..old Mafia boss now politician giving his speech for what today is. 

    “A Good…Merry ... .Christmas…!” 

   Okay, you get the idea. At least that’s one thing you got right….

   Getting sleepy now….

…...pretty cold…..tomorrow might be better….

But at least that’s one thing, Dick….

…this damn city….all of its people….they got a good Christmas….

Gotta close your eyes now…..

Wait….that the Redbird….isn't that….can’t be Timmy…..

Cough Cough

 Heh…looks like he tripped…Not real though….can’t be…..Bruce doesn’t care….you don’t need him…..but yeah….need rest…..you gave them a good Christmas 

Who…am….I….to….Cough…..Complain?

[breannasfluff]

Love of Gems

AO3 Link

Legend fluffs his wings, gathers his bravery, and says, “I love you. Ever since we met, I knew you were special. I’m sorry it’s taken this long for me to tell you but you are the love of my life. I know you might not return my feelings, but I had to put this out there. I just—can’t keep going the way we have been. I’ll see you out of the corner of my eye and then you’re all I can think about. Take as much time as you need to think this over.”

Silence.

Then, “I’m going to pluck every one of your feathers!” Wild dives at Legend, who ducks out of the way. “You cheated! Give it back!”

“No! I love it the most! It’s not my fault you saw it first, I got there first!”

“That’s not fair! I pointed to it!”

Legend clutches his prize close to his chest, giving a warning chatter. “It’s my ruby!”

“You’re just rubbing it in! You’ve had that gem for two minutes!”

“And it’s the love of my life! I certainly love it more than your greedy butt trying to take it away!”

Wild shrieks and jumps at Legend, using his wings to assist with a boost. Legend barely ducks out of the way and books it, wings flapping to launch himself into the air. Wild is right behind him.

“Give me the ruby!”

“Never! I’ll die for my love!”

“I can arrange that!” Wild swoops in front of him and Legend has to backwing to avoid him. They circle each other; the vet clutching the ruby and Wild focused on the gem.

The bowerbird coos and loses focus as the gem catches the sun. It really is a beautiful shade of red. The way the sunbeams cut through the facets…simply stunning.

Wild pulls out his ace. “I’m telling Hyrule!”

“No! He’ll take it for himself!”

“He’ll give it to me!” Wild dives, intent on finding their other flockmate. Gem still clutched tight, Legend pursues him. Hyrule is standing next to Time and abruptly steps behind the kite as they come in and land.

The two avians crash into Time, who flaps and screeches in surprise. This sets the Legend and Wild off as well and for a moment it's just three birds calling surprise, threat!

“What in Hylia’s name are you two doing?” Time finally disengages, shaking out ruffled feathers.

“Legend stole my gem!” Wild yells.

“I got it first! Finders keepers!”

“Hyrule! He won’t give it back! Keeps going on about it being the love of his life!”

Hyrule steps back out from behind Time now that he’s not in danger of being crushed. “Love of your life?”

Legend doesn’t answer, just hisses a warning and holds it tighter to his chest.

The brown thrasher smirks. “So I guess that means you love the gem more than Ravio, right?”

“Wait—” The vet pauses, verbally trapped. He doesn’t want to admit his feelings for the satin bowerbird, but he also doesn’t want to give up the gem.

Hyrule turns to Wild. “I don’t know, maybe he doesn’t love the gem as much as you thought.”

Wild puffs and then sticks his tongue out at Legend, because sometimes the avian acts like a chick.

Time’s voice next to Legend’s elbow says, “May I see the gem for a moment?”

“Sure.” Legend passes it over, keeping a close eye on Hyrule. The brown thrasher is just as likely to bite as he is to steal it and keep it.

The gem isn’t passed back. Legend finally pulls his eyes off his flockmate to look at Time, who’s halfway across the clearing. “Hey! Give it back!”

He gets an innocent whistle. “Give back what?”

“My gem!”

“I don’t have a gem.”

“Yes, you do! Give my ruby back!”

Time smirks. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Legend swells, wings raising in mock threat. “Wild! He stole our gem!”

The magpie screeches and abandons Hyrule to join him. They both fix their eyes on the kite. “I take the right wing; you take the left?”

“It’s a plan.”

“Ready, go—hey!”

The plan is doomed to failure because Twilight takes the opportunity to try perching on Wild’s shoulders. The magpie goes down in a flurry of feathers, taking the hawk with him. “Don’t perch on me, you stupid bird!”

“You were open!”

Time slips away as Legend watches. He’ll get Wild to steal the ruby from his bag later. Although…he might have to fight the magpie to get it back. Then he sniffs and resettles his wings.

It’s worth the hassle. It really is a beautiful gem.

[uravity-the-infinity-girl]

ways that hero society hurts pro heroes headcanons

does anyone wanna hear the shit i think that heroes go through and why i feel they’re victims? no? ok

firstly i headcanon hero society as having extremely fucked up beauty standards where heroes face the same sort of scrutiny for their bodies as celebrities do in our world, like if a female hero is too muscular there will be men complaining that she looks like a guy and if a male hero isn’t muscular enough he’s lazy etc

i bet you anything that it was not only the fact that media interferes with hero work that Aizawa chose to stay out of the spotlight i bet in some subconscious way he was afraid of the intense scrutiny that comes with being a hero

not only that but heteromorphic people are always chastised and rarely do well in hero ranking if they don’t appear attractive or fit within the public’s view of heroes, i’m thinking of gang orca for example who is ranked number 1 in looks the most like a villain like for someone who fights villains for a living and has probably been harmed by them first hand that’s bound to take some psychological toll. that moment always bothered me and i think it’s really unfair for heroes to be categorised like that when they’re dedicating their lives to try to be useful. you just know that people with quirks like shoji will find it harder to succeed no matter how great or compassionate a hero he is.

i know it’s common in fan fiction for Hawks to have to hide aspects of his quirk that are unappealing but let’s think about that with other heroes as well like Mirko, i imagine she’s grown up with agents and superiors telling her it’s annoying when her foot won’t stop thumping or weird how she eats carrots or Mic being told to keep it down constantly-i’m sure there are loads of heroes who are made to be ashamed of aspects of who they are and have to hide them in order to sell an image and be more profitable and likeable.

i also imagine that they’re all terrified of aging and that perpetual fear of losing their spotlight is probably a huge part of their psyche as from a young age they feel they have limited time to be successful like when hawks is talking about his prime calm tf down your life has barely started.

heroes are objectified so much by the commission being treated like weapons makes them feel like their bodies are what make them useful-just look at hawks’ reaction to losing his wings calling himself crippled and pathetic because he can’t be as efficiently used despite still being able to achieve so much with his intelligence, determination and physical skill alone. Mirko may not have the same self deprecating attitude towards her injuries however her dedication to continue fighting by whatever means she can is a testament to how heroes are taught to act with no thought for their own safety if they want to be useful. this is what makes AFO scary to the heroes, the fact they can lose their quirk and therefore their usefulness is terrifying. i like to imagine that many heroes felt or still feel about AFO as korra did about amon in s1 of lok.

furthermore heroes are expected to give their lives at the drop of a hat, mirko lives every day like it’s her last because for heroes their is no safety net or garuntee that they will survive they can’t just give up or protect themselves in the face of certain death or they literally wouldn’t be doing their job. you saw how disposable Lady nagant was to the president of the HPSC clearly they don’t have any care for the lives of even the heroes they work closest with. Mirko and Aizawa cut off their own limbs without blinking because they have to and they’ve been trained this way and it’s horrific how ready to die all of the heroes are without a second thought despite how young they are. arguably it’s admirable but if i learnt anything from she-ra it’s that they need to find a bit of self worth and need to be treated as people who’s lives and well being should be a priority rather than disposable weapons to be used with no regard to their safety.

and it’s fucking beautiful that All might chose to live, the man who has been through the most and given pretty much all there is to give. He’s given up his whole life, his bodily health, his self esteem, his friends, his image as a natural born hero and so much more just to protect people. All might was able to break the cycle of death be choosing to live rather than give his life up and Deku will break the cycle by choosing to save rather than defeat or kill.

i just think that being a hero is so exhausting and must take so much out of you, it’s important to remember how much they are victims of the system

[doodle-pops]

Eönwë Avian Traits Characterisation

Part 1: [Wings, Behavioural Habits, Courting Ritual and Courting] | Part 2 |

A/N: I had these thoughts a pretty long while ago and believed it was best to compile them so everyone can follow and understand where and why Eönwë does all these gestures. Due to the headcanons being incredibly long (because I went into heavy details), Pre-heat, Mating and Post-heat would be in an entirely separate post. I did so much research for these sobs. So, this is the first part. It's all fluff. So, here are my characterisations of him and what I use to write my fic.

Warning: nothing but just fluff and jealous Eönwë fighting more birds.

| Wings |

His wings are the replica of the Stella Sea Eagle, huge but just fluffier and whiter.

The outer coat of feathers has a silvery sheen that becomes obvious when sunlight reflected off them. It gives off a tiny iridescent glow with the sun setting.

Has the ability to release his feathers, meaning he can detach his feathers one by one and still have control over their motion (just like Hawks from BNHA), though he takes an excess volume of time to regrow them when damaged.

Like birds, he also goes through the process of moulting before the mating season which means he sheds his feathers and regrows them. Thus, there would come a time when you would see some of his feathers appearing dull and new, while his wings also appear empty.

While moulting with regular birds can take up to months, with Eӧnwё, it’s only a few weeks or up to two (2) months, given his Ainur abilities. His plumage would symmetrically fall off and renew itself.

During this time, his wings become extra sensitive, so moving around and lying on his back becomes impossible and painful. Even the muscles closer on his back around the base of his wings become awfully sensitive and painful.

Also, because his wings are a part of him, when he’s shedding and they grow lighter, he loses his balance. His wings are essentially his equilibrium, so losing them or losing the weight throws him off and he gains wobbly legs.

| Preening |

By nature, Eӧnwё is highly serious about his appearance and is considered one of the most pristine and cleanliest Ainur, second to Manwё of them all.

Always cleaning his feathers for any dirty, small pebbles, mud or any ruffles of the sort, even for bugs that may have attached themselves to his feathers throughout his flights.

He has an entire day dedicated to cleaning his wings. Mostly performed in one of the private pools or hot springs, he’ll gather a bunch of oils and sweet-scented fragrances to help make his wings appear shiny and pleasant.

One by one, he releases his feathers and lay them out to be cleaned using a soft cloth and gently scented soaps. He prefers the scent of peppermint and vanilla.

Not only does he focus on his wings, but he also focuses on his body, his hair, nails and skin. He places the same volume of effort on his wings on the rest of this body. Always tidying and adjusting some part of his appearance or clothes.

Adorned mostly in blue, white, silver and cream, Eӧnwё keeps to his colours, not liking the idea of breaking patterns and keeping true to his instincts.

The only extra he'll adorn himself in are flowers, like flower crowns that you would have given him or the little elflings gave to him.

| Regular Behaviour |

He’s a lively person by nature and he’s always singing and dancing, whistling some merry tune.

Bobbing his head to the beat of drums or swaying lightly on his feet to the sound of harps in the distance. Like most birds, he does personal aerial dances but that’s for when he’s impressing his mate.

Naturally loves sparkly objects and would collect and store them away. He has a private collection of rocks and little broken jewellery pieces, just anything sparkly.

Furthermore, he loves to accessorise with sparkly items; from necklaces to bangles to circlets and hairpins. Eӧnwё adores making himself appear glittery, though he sometimes gets mesmerised and plays with them (like some cat).

On the regular, he stretches his wings by going on flights. Flying to great heights and soaring with all the other birds, feeling the wind between his wings and basking in the sense of freedom.

Along with his avian tendencies, he is a social person by nature, always hopping around and curious. Interacting with others and learning, mimicking and engaging. Learning any new pieces of information, never knowing when they could be useful.

He is also a tidy person when it comes to his nest, and not in the manner of mating but in terms of cleanliness. He hates the idea of mess and will spend hours even up to days tidying his home.

| Jealousy |

Eӧnwё’s avian behavioural traits are very similar to those of an eagle, thus, high-key territorial and refuse to share his space with other birds, but this only becomes so when he has a mate.

On the regular, because he does have compassion and understanding, he doesn’t have a problem interacting with other birds, playing or feeding them, evening going as far as to preen them.

However, when he does have a mate, his jealousy is unmatched. He doesn’t even allow for another bird that’s your pet or friend around you. Thus, smaller birds become terrified before him when he’s radiating his jealousy.

Chirping and snapping at each other, as much as he does have Avian tendencies, he is also Ainur with people-person-like behaviours, so he’ll use some of those as well when arguing with the birds.

Flares his wings and fluffs them to appear more presentable in your eyes when other birds are around. Would go as far as to wrap his wings around you to shut them out (you always have your fearless birds).

When jealous of others who aren’t birds, he is territorial still, but his feral side is riled up a lot more. He knows that those other birds can’t compare, but actual people can so Eӧnwё just might engage in an actual fight.

Now, his jealousy isn’t sudden, this occurs when he’s approaching mating season, or you are ovulating. Thus you don’t have to worry about him randomly snapping at people, though it’s best when the mating season approaches to stay indoors.

By avian nature, he is jealous, but when he’s just being himself, he’s rather chill and relaxed. He understands that you have friends and desires to interact with them.

| Pre-Courting/Attracting A Mate |

Very similar to my Ainur Simps headcanons, Eӧnwё has no problem when it comes to swooning you with all the tricks up his sleeves.

From singing to dancing, whistling a merry tune whenever you’re around and fluffing up those feathers.

He spends extra time preening himself to ensure that he’s looking spick and spank just you for, and when your eyes do fall on him, please compliment his appearance otherwise he feels as though all his efforts went to waste.

When being around him, you need to do lots of research on avian behaviours otherwise when he performs all his little gestures, you would be clueless and reciprocate wrongly.

This being said, his love for collecting shiny objects will increase he would pass them to you whenever he returns from trips. Do not throw them away because it would break his heart and cause him to believe you had rejected him a long time ago.

Store them in a safe place and show him one day all the collectables you saved he gave you and watch as he melts completely. In his head, he’s singing about how he can’t wait to marry you.

It is a part of his courting ritual to gift his mate with presents/gifts as a token of love and to prove that he can provide and swoon/be romantic. At the same time, he does present you with actual gifts like jewellery, hairpins, and necklace (sparkles).

Incredibly protective in this stage and will ward off any and all potential suitors because he is already your mate. He’s growling and pushing people away as well as ruffling in his feathers and fluffing them as a warning.

He loves to take you on little walks to open areas where he can perform aerial dances for you— only the best dances saved for you. Clap and applaud him as well as give him praises; his feathers shine a lot more.

| Courting |

Now that the both of you are courting, Eӧnwё’s form of affection will amplify. At first, he begins by holding your hand, nuzzling into it and enjoying your scent.

He’s always attached to your side and it’s to mostly rub his scent all over you to ward off any birds, other persons with animalistic traits and unwanted suitors. He even takes no chances when it comes to his Lord Manwё, knowing that he has avian traits as well (bird-brain thinking).

Whenever you are visiting, he does extra tidying and adds lots of flowers to sweeten his home for you. He likes to sneak in the little question “Do you like it?”. Your answer does have an effect on him.

Yes, means that it’s a piece of additional information for preparing for your future home together— anything to make his mate happy. Do not tell him no, I will find you if you break his heart.

Speaking of cleaning, when it comes to preening, he does enjoy it when you assist him. It did take him a while to welcome you into his type of intimacy because they’re his wings and a part of him.

Eӧnwё will take his time to show you all the proper steps when teaching you how to care for his wings. How to part the feathers, how to wash them, which direction to wipe, everything.

This also leads to him allowing you to wash his hair as well— when you’ve made it to that stage, that’s when you know Eӧnwё is comfortable with you. Preening with him takes place quite frequently and sometimes on purpose, he will dirty himself just to feel your hands on his feathers.

When you are cuddling, he would enclose his wings around you both, cocooning you from the rest of the world and it’s just the both of you. He loves to coo and chirp for you as signs that he’s happy.

Slowly closing his eyes and opening them, nuzzling into your hands when you rub his head (swear he’s a cat).

He always leaves a feather behind when he’s going on trips; a piece of him for you to keep. He can hear the vibrations of your voice through the feather when you speak, but sadly, he can’t communicate through them to you.

Also, know that he will also cook for you, an ability as your mate which is important to possess. Showing you that he can feed you, so you’re getting home-cooked meals.

Taking you on flights, sorry if you’re terrified of heights because it’s an excuse for you to cling to him. Just joking, he wouldn’t take you on flights if you’re terrified. But if you’re not, he’ll show up on your balcony at ungodly hours of the morning to take you to watch the sunrise.

Picnics in Yavanna’s flower fields, swimming in Ilmarin’s pools, requesting for gifts from Aüle or asking Manwё to make you a cloud so you can sit on because he’s that whipped for you.

He’s serious from start to end about courting you and his façade never drops because he’s true about his feelings and love for you.

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[insurrection-if]

Insurrection: HAWKS

Insurrection: HAWKS is a character-driven work of interactive fiction set in a world where superpowered beings must grapple with their purpose, persecution, and promise of godhood. A world where you, and your fellow agents, may be all that stands between it and fate’s insurrection.

You have inherited a soul-touching power through the Gifted bloodline: more specifically, the Gift that allows you to become a blood-eating copycat. Now, you must use the ‘Gifts’ of others—or your own skill—to save the world from a delusional man and the rebellion behind him . . . all while avoiding the pitfalls of losing your heart, mind, and soul.

Warnings (prone to change): Blood / Bleeding & Minor Cutting (Not Self-Harm Related), Minor Character Death, General Violence, Prejudice / Discrimination, Abuse / Abuse of a Child (Vague, Mentioned, NPC Backstories - Not MC-related), Abduction, Sexual Content

ROs | CARDINALS | Characters of Note | Mechanics | Factions | Demo TBA | Forum TBA

Revolutionaries. Terrorists. Heroes. Villains. Martyrs. Beasts.

These are the titles branded onto the CARDINALS. They are no strangers to the judgment of the masses. It is to be expected as a rising organization fighting for the rights, and perhaps even the supremacy, of the Gifted. They know that there is something tainted in their hearts, and something pure about their dreams. It is a common reality among their small sect of humanity: those who have been granted hereditary abilities once associated with fiction, from origins unknown. Self-possessed abilities that bear the strength to topple the world or rule it.

They are your brethren, these Gifted.

But you are not a CARDINAL.

Welcome, Agent Mockingbird, to the HAWKS!

In this sector of an international agency known as WINGS, you are to serve on the front lines of the world’s greatest threats of insurrection. Primarily, undermining and counteracting the CARDINALS at every turn.

At least, that is what your superiors (captors) hope you will do.

Are you ready to stand against the CARDINALS? You must prepare yourself to face against the personalities of the Inner Circle, as well as their own deadly Gifts. Led by a man losing his grip on humanity. Commanded by a Grim Reaper with a lost love for life. Guided by a healer with a savior complex. But the three central leaders of this rebel organization aren’t the only notable threats out there.

All eight of the Inner Circle, and an additional newcomer, stand between you and the stability of the world. And as you quickly unveil the nature of their latest plot, you may find yourself opposed to what will be humanity’s saving grace or final tragedy. Fate has written you off as a withered pawn. But fate has little say when its ethereal order falls to a dream’s insurrection.

Are you ready to stand up to—or for—the HAWKS? Will you push back against the organization, or pick fights against the agents within it? Will you embrace the WING’s cause as your own, or choose to embrace the people who serve that cause? Perhaps you’ll find love with a fellow Specialist Agent— a love that will be condemned by those who stand against your kind. Or maybe you will fall for a Supervising Agent and suffer the burden of a forbidden romance.

Every Gifted has a Gift. It’s in the namesake. Yours concerns blood-eating. Gross, and slightly creepy on paper, but it’s invaluable to your new team at Division-01. Consuming the blood of a fellow Gifted grants you a temporary possession of their own unique gift, with an added twist.

Whoever’s blood you consume connects you to their psyche, their soul. A consequence that may bring opportunity and harm depending on how you play it.

Be careful when deciding whose blood to use when in perilous danger. There may be a long-term impact from being too reliant on a specific person’s soul.

Customize your protagonist: name, gender, personality, body type, facial appearance, region of origin, tattoos and marks, former career, and more!

Choose the core emotion of your psyche: sadness, anger, fear, joy, or apathy.

Nine ROs: a regretful romantic, a shy visionary, a stern leader, a conflicted protector, a dutiful soldier, a lively wildcard, a soft-hearted hot-head, a curious tinkerer, and a lost soul.

Minor Romances: Other characters who may have an attraction towards you but, for one reason or another, will not manifest into fully committed long-term partners. Their feelings, however, may persist alongside the development of your official relationship - a troublesome predicament for some and a challenge for others.

Determine your allegiance to the CARDINALS, the HAWKS, neither, or both.

Tailor your personality! Are you a stoic optimist that’s shy yet eager to protect your friends? Or are you an honest loner with a cruel streak that’s known for their humility? Whatever feels true to you!

Wield powers once thought to be unimaginable— with the unintended consequence of tapping into the psyche of your team! But remember, there’s a chance that the Gifts of the HAWKS will not be the only ones you taste. Exercise caution where you may. Or . . . don’t. The choice is ultimately yours.

Discover the motivations behind the CARDINALS Inner Circle. Extend to some your hand in friendship, earn the respect of a few, or make the personal hit list of others. Maybe even find everlasting love with one (at your own risk). Just know that some are more dangerous to provoke than their peers.

Live by your ambition, or sacrifice your deepest wants for a new purpose (or person).

Earn the respect, friendship, contempt, or love of the HAWKS and CARDINALS - and choose whether to honor or betray these developing bonds.

Tame or Be Overcome by your Gift in accordance with its origin.

Play a hand in how Gifts are perceived and developed in those around you.

When the CARDINALS test the limits of reality and fate, you must take a stand. Be that through your friendship, your love, your desperation, your authority, your manipulation, or your bloodthirst.

View the full character profiles linked here to see Artbreeder images of an RO’s likeness, background details, and more! Below will be descriptions about the main ROs and an explanation on minor romances.

Eight of the ten fellow HAWKS on the team are available for romance. From the CARDINALS, a certain bachelor is open to finding love. Yet two other CARDINALS may find themselves open for a brief tryst, if you manage to impress or endear yourself to them enough. And another prime adversary may feel her heart vulnerable to your affection but will find the courage to deny her wants. In other words, alongside the central and typical RO cast there will also be the function of minor romances.

Non-ROs may develop an attraction towards the MC but will not be available for an established long-term relationship. Their attractions may persist after the MC has been locked into an official romance route with varying consequences. Multiple minor romances may be activated at once as well, though some require more conditions than others. Additionally, if the conditions are met by a certain point, the player will then decide whether to approve / activate the minor romances or deny them. After the player has confirmed one (or more) they can determine as the story progresses how much they reciprocate that attraction - though if locked on an official RO this might lead to some unfortunate exchanges.

Minor Romances Include:

Curadora: The right-hand of CARDINALS leadership and self-considered healer. Known for her mercy and secrecy, Curadora finds herself falling further and further from the ideal she has struggled to project for her people.

Dearil: The left-hand of CARDINALS leadership and self-declared deity of Death. Known for his cruelty and vengeance, Dearil seeks to sow destruction and chaos through the vessel of the CARDINALS—if he must advance their agenda to do this, then so be it.

Lempo: The most successful recruiter and thus a high-ranking leader within the CARDINALS. Once infamous for her fallen cult, Lempo has devoted herself to delivering as much pleasure and joy as she can to the world.

Retriever: A fallen hero, or so he declares himself to be, and a current elite soldier within the CARDINALS. Retriever sees potential for haven to the helpless within the CARDINALS and, in addition to his sense of debt to Curadora and her peers, he has decided to assist the organization as a form of personal redemption.

Bones: If you decide to establish a crush-based relationship (mutual or one-sided) with him in childhood, Bones is deeply conflicted upon his reunion with you. You, a dreaded HAWK, and he as the protege to Dearil. Old feelings resurface, and he will try desperately to have them crushed.

MAIN RO CAST:

Akil Elmahdy | M | 32 | Supervising Agent | Longer Profile Here

Your Commander in Division-01 of the HAWKS. A high-born academic that became disillusioned with the diplomatic career his parents expected him to carry on. At a young age, Akil developed a strong ideal towards the potential of the Gifted as a force for global betterment. This ambition evolved into his drive to reform the HAWKS from within to act more as a nurturing guide to Gifted talents and morals— a prime example of peaceful and cooperative Gifted-human relations. Brutal tragedy, however, cemented deep cracks in his vision. In the present, Akil is tormented between what he believes to be the reality of the Gifted and his past hopes that seem so brittle in his heart.

Akil is not the most sociable or charming personality to encounter. As a leader, he instead relies on his ability to rationalize his solutions to others and proves his trustworthiness through delivered success. Solitude is his haven, and most relationships tend to be tiresome for him. His entire life seems to be consumed by his work, leaving little room for his personal hobbies that have been uncomfortably abandoned for so long. Calculating and stern, Akil does not court popularity when it does not suit his ambitions.

Yet, come to know him more, and you will uncover a gentle reverence in his touch. A buried passion in his lectures. A shy aversion in his straying gaze. Come to love him, and Akil will fear all he has ever served. He will come to fear himself as his devotion wrangles free from his grasp until it finally breaks away to serve you above himself.

Takenaka Kamiko | F | 32 | Supervising Agent | Longer Profile Here

A renowned Supervising Agent that an unfortunate few underestimate due to her unconventional rise to the position. Kamiko has experienced first-hand the brutalities the Gifted may deliver upon the helpless. She bears the scars of her past cowardice, her ignorant hesitance, when faced with your kind. For years, she worked to ensure that her weakness could never again be exploited as it had been then. For years, she sought to defend the public from the potential horrors the organized Gifted in her nation threatened. It is unclear why she, then, transferred to the HAWKS at so late an age. While there may be no question about her capabilities, many find themselves suspicious as to her motivations for the change.

Stoic and reserved, Kamiko is a quiet mystery to most. Her presence lingers in the background, constant and vigilant as she remains watchful for the slightest threat. Those that earn her trust, perhaps even a sentiment of friendship, find themselves under her firm and undying protection. In her mind, she best serves others as an unbreakable tool to be used as long as, in the end, she can aid in creating some greater order in this dangerous world. Kamiko is prone to action before thought when lives are at stake, relying on educated assumptions to deduce the danger of a situation or person. Otherwise, in a more settled social environment, she finds herself to be overly analytical to every gesture and intonation, wary of another’s true intentions.

Under her cold surface, Kamiko deeply buries her personal desires. Truly, she wants nothing more than for the people she loves to realize their full potential of happiness—whether or not that vision of happiness includes her by their side. Self-sacrificial to a fault, she gives herself entirely without expectation for anything in return.

Sigmund R. Heinrich | M | 29 | Deadly Wind | Longer Profile Here

Born with a silver-spoon in his mouth, Sigmund deserted his groomed inheritance to pursue a freedom (or, in his words, escape) abroad. His new life would earn him a despised reputation among the Gifted as a relentless mercenary willing to do anything for a check, an accusation he would casually protest. Bathed in his ever-rising notoriety, to the point the mention of his alias alone could still a room, Sigmund startled the world with his sudden declaration of sole loyalty to Curadora. In the present, he would openly declare this to be his sole regret in life.

Betrayal scars his past and has shaped Sigmund into his current self. He is distrustful towards outsiders, overly protective of those under his guard, and masks the vulnerabilities he has. Sigmund has mellowed, or (more accurately) learned to suppress, his more cocky and aggressive tendencies since his early mercenary days. To those unfamiliar to him, he may be gruff or dismissive to avoid any close relationships. Yet, to those that have trudged their way closer to him, Sigmund reveals his more humored nature whose bluntness softens with conscious effort. Sigmund exhibits no virtue better than loyalty yet has come to be more sparing in who he gifts this to.

Recovering from a recent and disastrous engagement that imploded upon itself, Sigmund has asserted that he bears no interest in love. He has become conflicted between his yearning to free himself from all bonds that pin him beneath another's whims and his deep longing to find an attachment that is loyal and true. Others have used him, have proven their words to be brittle until broken. To withstand such a torture again . . . It would be much too soon.

Imka N. Altena | F | 23 | All-Seeing Eyes | Longer Profile Here

Imka's life prior to her capture had little to note upon with its idyllic comfort in the mundane. She filled her days with idle daydreams and vision of wondrous places always near but never to be reached. Her deepest desire for a love devoted and true with another was grand enough for her, and her trade as a seamstress was a satisfaction she would have never dared to lose. A shame it all unraveled so disastrously, dangerously, with her reported kidnapping once her father’s true nature came to light. Abducted by him to the Netherlands, Imka would survive the frantic chase that followed the shocking upheaval of her life. Despite the grief she feels towards her father's actions, she has thus far refused to aid the HAWKS with his capture.

A moment in her presence would reveal the extent of her shyness. Imka finds herself awkward around strangers and bears a constant nervousness towards how others may perceive her. Keeping to the Golden Rule, she tries to extend generous amounts of kindness to everyone she encounters . . . even when she finds herself frightened or unsettled by their presence. Sweet and naive, Imka worries over the smallest things that may inconvenience another. Oddly enough, Imka is known possess a calm and serene presence when around her friends alone in contrast to her otherwise excitable emotions.

Imka has little to no experience with romantic relationships. Much too self-conscious and shy to approach any of her interests in the past, Imka never garnered many known admirers in her youth either. Once, or perhaps it was twice, in her adolescence had she been asked on a date only to learn it was a joke being played upon her. Still, Imka holds out an optimistic ideal towards the idea of love . . . even as she becomes more and more uncertain about finding it for herself in the future.

Elouan B Roux | M | 25 | Enchanting Light | Longer Profile Here

Largely unwanted and often left to fester, Elouan quickly learned to survive by whatever means he could. In time, he came to depend upon the exploitation of those around him with an effortless charm and easing grace. Once lowly and weak, Elouan accumulated admirers and connections alike to aid in his schemes for wealth and power throughout France. he was not one to idle by in the shadows, and so Elouan capitalized upon the small and deadly bit of fame he had acquired to satisfy his ego that had been beaten and bruised so callously throughout his boyhood. Quickly, horrifically, it would all crumble to his only true love. Elouan met his freedom's end with a tired acceptance and false smile.

Elouan veils the man he used to be beneath an air of charm and grace, exercising restraint in his words and expressions with familiar expertise. A subtle confidence radiates from his frame. He employs flattery to sweeten others and executes quick wit to dethrone some. Elouan likes to keep his ambitions quiet and feigns humility when he thinks it may earn him favor. Really, Elouan tries to remain adaptable to his audience at any given moment. Yet, surprisingly, he has also come to learn to be more genuine in the company of the HAWKS, and gradually all the sentiments and emotions he has long suppressed have threatened to slip out more often than he would prefer.

Elouan had quite the reputation as a casanova in the past. Sometimes his romances where little more than shallow plows, and most carried flimsy significance in his heart. People thought it a joke when his engagement came to be, but when the truth became undeniable it shocked any that knew him. It would be this engagement that would tear down all he had built himself up to be, poisoning him until he condemned all the past behind him. Elouan keeps wary of romance now as he foresees nothing but unworthiness and destruction to come.

Jacinta “Jae” Freitas Carvalho | F | 28 | Bloody Puppetry | Longer Profile Here

Jacinta knew her life would not be an easy game from an early age, but she found herself determined to be victorious by its end (. . . . though she has yet to decide what 'winning at life' truly means for her). Raised by her maternal grandparents, the only ones that truly felt like family to her, Jae would never fully recover from discovering their gruesome deaths. Vengeance and vices distracted her from the pain that grief brought to her, and soon Jae found herself adapting to a more dangerous lifestyle to meet her wants and ends. Mere survival did not suit her tastes, and she learned to balance revenge with whatever rewards she sought.

Jae tries to not let the little things bother her, often waving aside petty responsibilities in pursuit of her own fun-loving desires. Playful and teasing, she employs her fair share of sarcastic wit and nudging charm to toy with those around her. Most sacred to her would be her sense of pride, one deeply rooted in her fierce independence.

Jae does not believe in real-life fairytales or happy endings. She laughs at the thought of being swept off her feet and has a tendency to abandon her relationships when it proves to be too serious. Following her divorce, which she bears no heartbreak over, and her on-and-off relationship with Niccolò, Jae would be content to settle with a friend rather than a supposed soulmate.

Niccolò | M | 120 | Automation Heart | Longer Profile Here

Over the years, Niccolò has gradually taught himself withhold the fact that he is—in fact—an artificial intelligence given a soul through the Gift of his inventor. A possibly immortal creation since he has yet to experience death after a century and beyond. Traveling aimlessly through the decades as a wayward vagabond had been an ideal existence for him, one made most rewarding by the characters he encountered and the lifestyles he adopted in their short-lived company. Even within his captivity among the HAWKS, Niccolò finds joy in the globe-hopping missions and diverse Gifted he may encounter . . . even if these meetings often ended in either disappointing escapes or begrudging arrests.

Curiosity and a deep desire to develop his own sense of humanity drive Niccolò to explore everything the world has to offer. In his time on the surface world, he had undertaken countless expeditions to better understand the complexities behind human temperaments. His inquisitive nature sometimes misguides him and his taste for adventure can cause unintended trouble. Niccolò simply likes to keep busy, whether it be through conversation or tinkering, as he tries to enjoy every moment given to him.

Niccolò has been told he experienced 'being in love', though he hasn't quite bought into those tales yet. To him, it is still as mysterious a notion as it had been upon his initial conception. It is one he longs to obtain, and it is one he can envision being ignited by you. You, a true fascination like none he has ever seen before.

Mutya I. Lumaban | F | 26 | Mind Projection | Longer Profile Here

Hot-headed and soft-hearted, Mutya faces the world with a set brow and vague frown. Since her earliest memories, she has remained intensely devoted to her adoptive family. She found her purpose in this world by their side as she and her elder siblings formed a rogue ‘peacekeeping’ unit with international patrols. Not quite comfortable with the title of hero, as she shirks at the thought of being a paragon or ideal for anyone, Mutya still knew in her heart that she was meant to make a difference with her life. Her induction into the HAWKS has taken a part of herself. Has taken her from all that had been familiar and safe: her family, her service, and her sense of contribution to the world.

Mutya refuses to reveal her softer side to others, one that is more sensitive than she would ever let on. Though her emotions may rise and sway with ease, she harshly guards them from those that may take advantage of them. It is with time that her compatriots learn her bark is far harsher than her bite, and that beneath her short-temper lies a heart frightened by its own empathy that may blind her from her one desire: to survive another day so she may be with her family once again. As much as she tries, a heart and soul as passionate as hers cannot always be quelled into silence. So deeply does she invest her heart into a cause, a person, or an ideal within another that Mutya sometimes finds herself blinded by a rigid single-mindedness. She is resilient, proud, and determined in all she does and accepts that she cannot cater to herself to the entire world if it means compromising what ideals and values she holds herself accountable towards.

Before her capture, Mutya afforded little time to the notion of settling down with another. Or, perhaps in truth, her reservations towards finding a romantic connection may have held roots in her fear towards opening herself up to someone that could so quickly turn around and us this to break her, to hurt her as no other could. So, she keeps her passion to herself, biding the days until she stumbles upon a miracle who makes her feel safe. Makes her feel like a human rather than a guardian or soldier.

Fyodor Kazimirovich Yahontov | M | 27 | ??? | Longer Profile Here

After confrontational dealings and questionable debate, Fyodor is happy to announce himself as the most recent (and potentially most dangerous) CARDINALS initiate. Misery and destruction stain his past, but beyond the occasional empty stare and sudden tears he will do everything he can to drown those memories with laughter and friends. Fyodor is frightened by his own mind, his own soul. He believes himself to be bestowed with a higher purpose, one he has thus far struggled to uphold. Eager for friends and a home, he hopes that the CARDINALS will appease the turmoil that has come to mark his fate.

Quick to attachment and eager to please, Fyodor proves to be a serious threat whenever he strays towards questionable company. Though he shrugs at comments on his gullible nature, he has a tendency to put his blind faith in complete strangers the same way he would with a lifelong friend. Almost childish in his easy wonder and admiration, there is a sort of innocence that contrasts harshly with the violence that has largely defined his life this far. Honest to a troublesome point, humored by the smallest things, and optimistic in dire circumstances, Fyodor has long struggled to withhold his smiles when he takes so much delight from his surroundings.

Fyodor believes deeply in the concept of soulmates. Forbidden from love by his dear friends, he has coped with his aching desire for someone to care for him in the way a soulmate does by insisting that he has yet to encounter ‘the one’. More than anything, Fyodor wants to be cherished. To have his heart entirely in another’s grasp, and to receive the entirety of his lover’s heart to cherish in return. A distant dream, yes, but it is one that comforts him greatly through the most dreadful nights.

[aftgficrec]

This is the first time I’ve ever caught you open! Can you send fics of just neil being put through absolute hell. I only need it to be finished and to have a not totally sad ending. Im good with canon post canon and aus so really whatever. Thank you so much I find literally all my fics on your page <3

This kid just can’t catch a break, can he?

There’s plenty of fics we can offer you where Neil doesn’t have a great time (physically or emotionally), just see our list of recs from previous posts.  You’ll find more under our raven!neil, dark and angst w/happy ending tags (not all fics in those tags are complete).  

Please be aware of the trigger warnings though, due to their nature some of these fics deal with some heavy material.

Hope you’ll find what you’re looking for here! - S

A selection from previous posts:

‘Black As Is The Raven, He’ll Get A Partner’ and ‘Timeless’ here

‘hawk in the raven nest’  here

‘Take to the Wing’  here

‘Oh Raven’  here

‘Die Free or Die a Failure’ and ‘Night is the Raven, Day is the Fox’ (both completed) here

‘Scared to Live (But I'm Scared to Die)’ (completed) here

‘Not Damsels, Not Knights’ here

‘what it takes to survive’ (completed) here

‘Heartlines’ and ‘This Is What Hollows’ (completed) here

‘If Only I Were Enough’ (completed) and ‘don't break the glass’ (completed) here (part 1 of the glass series) 

‘Double Trouble’ series here

‘Out of the Ashes’ series here (Part 1 and 2 completed)

‘Make A Believer Out Of Me’ here

‘what if the butcher hurt neil permanently in baltimore’ here

 ‘here and where you are’ here

‘Pause and Restart My Heart’ series here

‘The Bones of You’ here

‘and in a flash, it’s gone’ and ‘(don’t fear) the reaper’ here

‘Creatures We Find in the Forest’ here

‘There Now, Steady Love’ and ‘Except When It's No’ here

‘I Hope You Lie To Me’ here

‘The Story After You’ here

‘and you thought i hated you’ here

‘The Morning AUs, Chapter 14: The Bodyguard AU’ here

‘If all else perished, and he remained’ here

‘stifle my choice and the air in my lungs’ here

‘Purple Skies’ here

‘Monsters on the Top Floor’ here

‘The Reaper’ and ‘TALE OF A MARTYR IN XII PARTS’ (both completed) here

‘The Nameless Monster’ here

‘Through our memories, we live’ (completed) and ‘Hold Each Other, Chapter 24-31: Go or Go Ahead’ here

‘Hold Each Other: Chapter 5: The Gun Still Rattles’ here, ‘Chapter 7: Nothing Always Means Something’ here

‘Calling Me Back Once Again’ here

‘Amor Vincit Omnia’ (completed)  here 

‘Run to You’ here

‘Ghost of You’ here

You may also find something in these posts:

Neil with depression/mental health issues here

Neil attempts suicide here

Christmas at Evermore here

What Lies in Wait by starwarned [Rated M, 23419 words, complete, 2023]

Neil is being haunted — or else he’s losing his mind. All he can hear are the screams echoing in his head. But he and Andrew have made it this far, haven’t they? Can’t they survive a little more? Based on What Lies Beneath.

tw: violence, tw: psychological torture, tw: kidnapping 

Pull Up The Ladder When The Flood Comes by WinterFrost250 [Rated M, 3248 words, complete, 2023]

“Neil-” Kevin paused and looked around the room. As if only just realizing they were surrounded by people, he began speaking in vehement French. “I’m sorry Neil I didn’t mean to look, I just-” Kevin glanced down at his phone, “It was just there when I opened it. I’m sorry.” OR Kevin gets sent pictures from an unknown number of Neils's time in Evermore and shit hits the fan.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks

the boy in the basement by iriswords [Rated M, 3376 words, complete, 2023]

Part 21 of Febuwhump 2023 The Wesninskis are a well-known family in town. A macabre one, with only one survivor: Nathan Wesninski. Every day, Andrew likes to pass in front of the house on his way back home. He observes it distantly, taken over by morbid curiosity. It's how he notices the eyes watching him through the windows of the basement.

tw: violence, tw: torture, tw: blood, tw: major character injury, tw: implied/referenced abuse

next best thing by iriswords [Rated M, 1546 words, complete, 2023]

Part 13 of Febuwhump 2023 Mary and Nathaniel are caught by one of Nathan's enemies while they're on the run. Said enemy doesn't have anything against the two of them, but he deeply desires revenge on Nathan. And in the absence of Nathan, he chooses the next best thing.

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: major character injury

keep telling me that it gets better (does it ever?) by phan_taloon [Rated M, 15415 words, complete, 2022, locked]

Except the cool steel felt too much like the cool cement of a dirty basement, it burned and numbed his back too much like- He wasn’t fine. But his meds could fix it. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling down the hall to the bathroom and yanking the cabinet open and grabbing the pill bottle in a fist tight enough to hurt. He shook one of the pretty little pills into his palm and he swallowed it dry. But one wasn’t enough. Or, AU where Neil never met the Foxes, with a little less mafia and a little more pain for Neil when he ends up captured by Nathan for months, and has to deal with the consequences by himself. He ends up in treatment for chronic pain with opioids, and let's just say opioid use is tricky when you're alone and in pain; one thing can lead to another more easily than it seems.

tw: drug addiction, tw: drug overdose, tw: withdrawal, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: vomit

no matter when and where, we'll be alright by jingerhead [Rated M, 11611 words, complete, 2022]

Of all the night’s events, there were only three things that Nathaniel really remembered clearly: the moments before the riots, being questioned by Lola in the car, and watching his father walk down the stairs to the basement. The last thing Nathaniel could remember was the way the light caught the blade of his father’s axe, blinding and terrifying as it was raised towards the ceiling. He couldn’t remember it coming down but it had to one way or another, right?

tw: amputation, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks

are we whole or just two halves/reaching out to the unknown? by Raphael_Stantiago [Not Rated, 18881 words, complete, Aftg Big Bang 2022]

An informant/defence attorney au, where Neil never left his father and was sucked into the family business, and gave them all up as soon as possible. However, when Neil meets his attorney Andrew, it gets a little more complicated. Cue them falling in love across various court cases, arrests and one on one meetings, all with the threat of witness protection hanging over their heads. NB: fic art by @oliviaillustrations here

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced violence, tw: dissociation 

All Alone, I've Lost the Hope by phan_taloon [Rated T, 6873 words, complete, 2021, locked]

Even now, lying in the cold concrete floor of wherever he is, surrounded by armed men and women, drowsy from a concussion and drugs, and body pulsating in pain from several places, he still doesn’t believe in regret. Even at the face of the bastard in front of him, the cruel smile and the hungry glint of his eyes, he’d always choose to stay. Even if the FBI may have been right to say the Witness Protection Program was the only logical path to choose with so many of his father’s men and allies still out there.

also available on tumblr here and here 

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: kidnapping, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: blood, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: depression

It never comes from your enemies by spectaclesandbooks [Rated T, 19408 words, complete, 2021]

"Name?" "Andrew Minyard," he pushes out through gritted teeth. “Well well well,” the man on the other end sounds amused, smug. Andrew waits for him to continue, his feet pounding against the pavement. “If you’re the one coming to meet me, I have to assume you’ve finally found a way to keep Josten on a leash?” The clink of metal, rough breathing, unseeing blue eyes, panicked pleading. When Andrew doesn’t answer, the Raven presses further. “Either you’ve found a way to keep him subdued or you’re not coming alone like you were told. Which is it, Minyard? I told you what would happen if you didn’t do as you were asked.” “Neil won’t be bothering us,” Andrew spits out, “he’s staying at home for this one.” There’s movement on the other end of the phone, presumably the Raven preparing to leave and come meet him. “Excellent,” he says easily. “That means you and I can conduct our business in peace and no-one gets hurt."

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced self harm

That one party series by Thegaydepression [Rated T, 13872 words, 2 complete works, 2021]

Part 1: Orange (T (we say M), 9237 words)

"Orange is for someone who doesn’t suffocate. But Neil does. He suffocates and he feels it clawing at his throat and beating in his ears and pounding on his chest" ----------------------- Neil thought he was fine, but then he goes to a stupid, loud, bright party. Neil thought he was fine, but he isn't. Not at all.

tw: rape/noncon, tw: violence, tw: panic attacks, tw: depression, tw: anxiety, tw: nightmares, tw: implied/referenced self harm

Part 2: Maybe Orange isn't Suffocating (Not Rated, 4635 words)

A second part to "Orange" ---------------------------------- Andrew is (not) coping Aaron is a surprisingly good brother Neil is not fine

tw: rape/noncon, tw: violence, tw: kidnapping, tw: dissociation, tw: panic attacks, 

hold me close (don't let go) by cake_lovin_ace [Rated G, 4123 words, complete, 2021]

Part 2 of weight of a martyr night by night memories of his childhood flooded his mind’s eye, all the things neil had tried his hardest to suppress. all the times he had been hurt; gotten the scars that littered his torso; been betrayed by the very people meant to protect him. it was like reliving everything all over again in vivid technicolor, and when he managed to claw his way out of the maze his mind trapped him in it was all he could do to remain upright and not crumpled on the floor; on the bed instead of hidden below it; dry-cheeked instead of sobbing hysterically. or neil struggles with memories of the past. andrew helps.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation

what comes after nightmares by moth_writes [Rated T, 10146 words, complete, Aftg Big Bang 2020]

Father won't accept anything less than the best. Nathaniel shuts his eyes and wills himself to a dreamless sleep. Or at least one without knives and blood and pain. He's not successful, but the next time he wakes it is to an alarm and the sun in his window. It's the best he can hope for. ... Neil falls asleep easily, and he knows he has someone with him to battle the darkness back where it belongs now. Neil is thirty, and he is wrapped in his husband’s arms with two cats purring next to them. He fights his own nightmares, and he has his family at his side to help. He’s home. (Neil's nightmares and what happens after, ages 5-30.)

NB: find art for this fic by @i-did here

tw: graphic descriptions of violence, tw: nightmares, tw: child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture

👑 ROYAL AU WRITING MASTERPOST 👑 by @emry-stars-art [tumblr, 2023]

(especially the posts concerning Neil’s (Abram’s) treatment at Evermore)  e.g. Abram’s return from Evermore, Pieces of his recovery, Andrew taking over Abram’s care

👑 ROYAL AU TUMBLR LORE MASTERPOST 👑 by @emry-stars-art [tumblr, 2023] (comprises both text and art posts)

e.g. Abram's brands pt1 / pt2

tw: violence, tw: injuries, tw: scars, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation 

“Perhaps you’ll take me out one day — or do I have to make an appointment?” prompt fill by @ravenvsfox [tumblr, 2017]

His morning is a string of disasters that begins with covering the ER in the Sunday rush of hypochondriac elderly and fussy children. It’s one long stretch of kicked over paint buckets, a mess you can’t ignore, splattering the walls and getting on his shoes.

Art

andreil post-baltimore by @intradaya

It’s over. You’re going to be okay. We’ve got you. by @rainbowd00dles

"All that time fighting and you never learned how to duck?" by @rainbowd00dles

Sunrise, Abram, death: these are truths. by @boydsjosten

Neil Josten art by @runningwithhellhounds

Neil & Wymack after Evermore comic by @rijirain

Neil in the Wymack’s bathroom after winter holidays art by @eggpy

“Help me,” “Let me” by @rainbowd00dles

And if you make it out alive, hold that bloody head up high art by @pearsfears

I’m fine art by @laurafromnowhere

Nathaniel/Neil gif by @queen-of-perplexity

hurt Neil by @rhyva

[buffy-of-ren]

Chaotic cluttered character sheet for my One Piece oc Briar Rose

Obsessive amount of lore and design notes under the cut!

Briar Rose is the child of Mihawk. They prefer Rosie and sometimes Briar as nicknames, while their father will sometimes refer to them as “flower” and “eyas”

Briar Rose is a skilled swordsman having been training since a very young age, which is to be expected as the child of the World’s greatest swordsman. However Rosie lacks any drive to be the strongest and doesn’t wish to continue her father’s legacy. Mihawk finds no issue with this as he only wishes for her to be strong enough to protect herself. (That action pose is based off a Mihawk figure).

They wield the sword “Excalibur” (Rosie’s aesthetic is based a lot around English folklore with elements of Fae mythology and Arthurian legends). The sword is made in a similar style to Yoru, though it is neither a falchion or a black blade. It was a gift for her 16th birthday.

They do possess advance observation Haki like their father, but their armament Haki is not as good.

Briar has a similar temperament to her father, though she is much more expressive. She prefers quiet activities and doesn’t leave the home much. She does like to indulge in a bit of shopping and will make her father take her to one of the nearby islands to buy clothes.

Rose’s biggest flaw is she lacks any real dream. It might be due to the fact that Mihawk spoiled her, allowing her to want for nothing in life, so she’s a bit of a lost soul. She has no drive to be the greatest or strongest and doesn’t seek adventure.

Briar Rose has a mythical Zoan fruit: Titania (the cherry design was inspired by Boa’s fruit). This fruit allows her to take the form of Titania, standing at 13 feet tall at her full Seelie Court form. The inspiration of this form is based around hawks and rose motifs, (the hair is inspired by Rose Quartz’ rose curls). While this form may have feather so lack any sort of fairy wings and therefore can’t fly; but maybe one day! She is able to summon small sprites which have a variety of uses; like minor illusions. She does also possess an Unseelie Court form but won’t use this one as she’s yet to be strong enough to master it. They have a tendency to lose control in this form.

Due to the fae nature of their devil fruit, Rosie, is unable to lie, if she attempts to lie she’ll start coughing and choking up flowers. It only works for things that she knows is false, and while it was handy for Mihawk when they were young, Rosie has since learned to walk around lies.

Mihawk is a wonderful parent, more patient and doting than people would expect. The only flaw is that due to his tendency to get bore easily he has a habit of disappearing for days or even weeks at a time. Having become a bit too dependent on their father (and do to a traumatic event in the past that lead to her losing an eye), Briar Rose spends most of her time sitting by the window watching the sea when he’s gone.

Briar’s mother has always been a sore spot and they will get pretty angry if she’s brought up (Mihawk is largely indifferent to the topic).

Briar Rose’s best friend and pseudo-sister is Uta, they spend a lot of time together since their father’s are together.

Thanks for reading! I just have so many thoughts about my baby haha

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Hi sweetie ❤️

I had the chance to check out your work and loved everything I've read so I was wondering if I could get relationship headcanons about our favorite birdman (both SFW and NSFW if I may)

Thank you so much and keep up the great work.

Warnings⚠️: blindfold, handcuffs/ropes, overstim, cockwarming, breeding (In nsfw section)

»»——⍟——««A/n: I lowkey don’t like how I wrote this😅

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His absolute favorite thing is when you wear his “Hawks” shirt

He had it special made for you

It’s black, but on the front it has a chicken wing, and on the back it has his wings

You have one in black and white

It’s kinda big on you and it’s really comfortable

Just wear that and maybe some underwear, he loves it

Like it or not, the man’s sense of smell is extreme

It’s heighten in general, but his wings pick up on this too and that makes smells even more prominent

That being said he always knows when you get your period so he’s always on top of stuff

He’ll have your favorite snacks stocked up in the house, he’ll do the laundry and have countless blankets ready, plus he’ll make sure you have towels for if you wanna put them on the bed or couch

You’ve gotten pretty used to his different instincts and dynamics

Like his ‘nesting’

It’s not super extreme, but he does have a nest in the corner of your room

It’s more for show, like so he can see it’s there, he doesn’t use it much

One example is like when he’s had a really really extra hard and long day. He’ll want to curl up in it with you and it brings him comfort

And on that topic, cuddling

Whether you’re in his nest or your bed, he’s either spooning you or you’re laying between his legs on top of him

That’s because of his wings

Spoiler alert: they’re big

If you’re spooning, he’s big spoon and will have his one wing stretched and relaxed over you both like a blanket, and his other will be relaxed behind him

If you’re on his chest, you’re directly on top of him. That’s so you’re not laying on his wing

But, on the off days that you really just need to lay your head on his chest and cling to him, he’ll let you

In the morning or later that day his wing will be sore but he won’t complain

Please massage it for him. He won’t ask but he’ll appreciate it a lot

Also that being said, your bedroom is humongous

It’s the biggest room where you guys live

Your bed is extra big, for his wings, and the rest of the room has a lot of space since his nest has to be big, again, for his wings

Plus you guys have closets space for the both of you, space for drawers, and a flat screen tv on the wall

Which has a protective screen over it since when he loses control of his feathers (👀) they’ve shot out toward it and broke the first tv you guys had

He’s very protective toward you, of course

He has feathers stashed in different spots around the house, and if he knows you’re about to be somewhere that’s really crowded, he appreciates if you take one of them with you and wear it as a necklace

He loves flying places with you

He loves to carry you and fly you where you need to go

Plus the way you cling to him makes his heart flutter

Also make him try other foods

He’ll only eat chicken without you

But if you ask him to or cook something else he will try it and usually like it

Nsfw-

He has the biggest praise kink

Tell him he’s doing good, his eyes are rolling back immediately

Touch his wings, depending on the mood, soft or hard. He loves it either way

He falls in love with you a little more each time he’s had a long day and comes home, only to see you in his Hawks shirt, on your knees and waiting for him

And speaking of head

Wake him up with some and he’ll be off for the rest of the day

In a good way

And it’s amazing

The worst of things could happen, but hey, he got great head that morning so who cares?

And yes, you guys had the talk and don’t mind getting woken up like that

And again speaking of, if you do it while he’s asleep he’s a pretty heavy sleeper, but his wings aren’t

Meaning, he’ll feel everything, his wings will pick up on the little extra touches and movements, and they’ll transfer all of that to his brain causing him to have a wet dream

Which again, will feel very realistic

And he will cum hard

Whether you’re riding him or sucking his cock, it’s 50/50 whether he’ll wake up before he cums or not. And 50/50 for if he doesn’t, whether he’ll wake up while he cums or not

He goes through a rut about every 2 months

Usually around a week or so, depending on how stressed he’s been at work and what his mood is

During that time the agency gives him the time off

You can usually get away to work for maybe a day or two but that’s it, after that you gotta be there to take care of him

I cannot describe how sexy this man is during this time

He doesn’t ever have a shirt on

And he’ll be in only sweets, no boxers

Low hanging sweats at that

His body will be shining, a thin layer of sweat over his chest

And he just walks around the house like that

It comes in waves, and when he’s not in one of his waves:

Cue protective, clingy Keigo

He’ll walk with you around the house, hands on your waist, boobs, anything

And if the wave comes?

He’ll rail you where ever you are

On of his favorites is against any surface

He loves to get the feeling and then just hoist you up and dive in your pussy

In the kitchen, on the counter or island, he’s sitting you on the surface and gripping your butt as he roughly slides in and out

If you’re against a wall, he loves when you wrap your arms around his neck so you don’t fall

He’ll have his hands on either side of your head as he snaps your hips together, fast and rough

Whenever you guys have sex and he’s about to cum, his wings can get a mind of there own and feathers can be released

Hence the tv incident

When he feels he about to cum, he always hunches over you and covers your body with his (also effectively going deeper into you)

He does that so just in case the feathers don’t all go behind him or next to you guys, you don’t get hurt

You guys safe word is “Box cutter”

He’s heavy into blinding and handcuffs

He likes to be tied up and to tie you up

Only thing you can’t do is have him blindfolded and cuffed at the same time

He’ll feel too restrained and freak out

One time, you surprised him with a special wing rope

Basically you attached it to the wall and your bed, and his wings will be through them and keep them still

He loved it

Absolutely loved it

Just the feeling of being held back and not moving them at will had him whining and squirming for you

His wines and moans are the best thing you’ve ever heard

The way he gasps and calls your name when he cums…. You’ll never get over it

He has no problems with quickies, and if you do something that turns him on he will be balls deep in your pussy or throat (with your consent ofc)

He loves sexting

He knows how much you love to hear and see him when he cums

So he’ll send you video of him stroking his cock and then set his phone down, face up, and cum over the camera. His tip and face in view and you can see him throw his head back and groan

He got a specific phone to do that on since… messy

His cum is thick and he cums a lot

If you keep stroking his cock or sucking it you can continue to work out cum and prolong his orgasm, also overstimulating him

He also loves cockwarming

Whether in your mouth or pussy he loves to do work and get something done while sat like that

Then his reward for finishing is getting to cum deep in you/your throat

He definitely has a breeding kink, so with your permission he won’t wear a condom and just the thought has him speeding up his pace, trying to cum and fill you up

He also knows when you’re ovulating, again cause of his wings and senses

So the second he picks up on it, you’re laid on whatever surface, and he’s filling you up

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[yukipri]

Shriek Hawk Wing Muscles Take Flight, Brothers All - A Winged!Clones AU

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Text version of what's on the images + additional comments beneath the cut!

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, TRANSLATE, OR OTHERWISE USE MY ART. To share, please reblog! Reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!!!

❀ You can see the rest of my art including the rest of this AU through the Masterpost pinned to the top of my blog!

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Text on the images:

1) Human Clone Body (non AU)

Here we have Cody as an example of a human clone to establish our baseline.

We'll be using him to see how winged clones, or "Shriek Hawks," have different physiology.

(Thank you for your assistance, Cody!)

2) Human Clone + Wings

This is how Cody would look if we just tacked wings onto him, perhaps how we'd expect him to look.

But his torso only shows the muscles that a standard human would have, so this doesn't really work.

Let's take a closer look.

3) Featherless Wing: Approximate Wing Muscles

Rough base musculature of the wing under the feathers (Cody's arm has been removed for better visibility).

The base of wings are both thicker and longer than legs.

(Cursed image, I'm so sorry Cody.)

4) Wing Muscles on Chest

An example of roughly where wing muscles may extend.

*DISCLAIMER: These images are for artistic exploration only. The artist is fully aware this would not work either, and is prioritizing "what looks cool and hot" over "how to make this dude actually look like he could fly."

5) Shriek Hawk Torso Muscles

As a result of the massive wings on their backs, Shriek Hawks must therefore necessarily have extra muscles on their chests. Here, the wing muscles go under his chest muscles for his arms, creating an extra ridge along his ribs. His chest muscles are pushed outwards due to the extra layer of muscles underneath.

In some ways, Shriek Hawks are closer in physiology to other 6-limbed species like Besalisks than humans.

(You can have your arm back.)

(Also this super doesn't work but we're ignoring that.)

6) Human vs Shriek Hawk

Torso Comparison

7) Wing Feathers Extended Onto the Torso

In addition to their wing muscles, Shriek Hawks also have feathers that extend from their wings, onto their backs, and across their torsos.

These feathers serve dual purposes:

1) The "living beskar" properties of the feathers help provide additional protection on their bodies.

2) Shriek Hawks were hunted to near extinction for their valuable wings. The living beskar feathers wrapping onto their torsos makes it almost impossible to remove a Shriek Hawk's wings without first killing them, as like metal beskar, living beskar cannot be cut while Shriek Hawks are alive. Because killing a  Shriek Hawk will cause their feathers to automatically lose the properties that make them valuable in the first place, this discouraged hunters from going after them.

*Some Shriek Hawks, like Jango Fett, are from a sub-species that lose beskar qualities in their feathers even when alive if their feathers are taken without consent. However, knowledge of this quirk of their feathers is limited, and after the start of the Clone Wars, many hunters tried and failed to cut the wings off from living clones.

**Not in the image, but: these feathers are extensions of the wing feathers, and are therefore different from "body feathers" that take the place of human body hair. These feathers will therefore reflect the diverse colors and patterns present in their wings.

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Additional Notes:

The feathers on Cody's torso are a bit difficult to see, because the colors of his feathers are close to his skin tone when not hit by light. Many other clones have far more visible feathers, like Waxer (cream) or Rex (dark blue).

If you look at bird physiology, most flying birds have rib cages that are very deep front-back (vs humans who have more horizontally wide rib cages). This is kind of needed in order to support their massive chest muscles for their wings. If I actually wanted to make it look like the Shriek Hawks could fly, I would change their rib cage shape (and probably make their arms tiny like T-Rex arms, and make their legs skinny and light like crane legs, and make their torsos and spines shorter, etc), but this would really start veering away from "humanoid," so I didn't.

Likewise, the "layered muscles" thing wouldn't work at all, they'd get in the way of each other! Really, they should have a whole additional chest for their wings. But that would kinda make them start looking like insects, and again my priority is "keep them looking hot" and less super realistic muscles, so eh. Please ignore. In the SW universe, species like Toydarians can fly too and they definitely don’t make anatomical sense, so whatever ahahahah.

After drawing the cursed plucked Cody wing, I also thought a lot about how terribly unbalanced they would be. The key that made me really think about it is to think of wings like a pair of legs stuck to your back, except they're even bigger, longer, and more muscular than your actual legs. That would not only be heavy as fuck, they'd probably constantly have back pain and be falling over backwards unless they're constantly leaning forward. Their bodies can't be too light or their wings will tip them backwards, but at the same time, their bodies can't be too heavy either or they won't be able to fly. Again this is another one of those things where we just smile and nod and move along :)

Another thing I thought about while drawing this is if they're really more bird-like than mammal-like, they really shouldn't have nipples or belly buttons, assuming they come from eggs. But I suppose the fact that I want to draw nips and buttons states that they're closer to human in that regard, which is fine, because they have interbred with humans, so it would make more sense for near-mammal to be more compatible with humans. This is the SW universe, and I expect creature categories to be more diverse than what we have on Earth anyway.

I also wanted to make another comment about the wing feathers extending onto their torsos. The non-wing "hair-like" body feathers do provide some protection, but not as much as these flatter more "feather-like" feathers that actually completely cover and hide their skin. So then you may ask, wouldn't it be better, from an evolutionary standpoint, if their bodies were also covered in feathers?

And the answer is yes, absolutely! The ancestors of our clones were once very much entirely covered in colorful feathers like that on their wings. However, going back to the history of Shriek Hawks, they're native to Mandalore and were hunted by humans. In order to survive, many of them joined the Mandalorians, thus interbreeding with humans and other non-Shriek Hawk species. Jango's ancestors also bred with Mandalorians. This is significant because it means that the Shriek Hawks relevant to this AU co-evolved with Mandalorians who, surprise surprise! wear beskar armor. Having both living beskar + beskar armor is redundant, and Shriek Hawks began to lose their heavier plumage in the areas where they would wear armor, aka their "human" parts. The only really exposed parts would have been their wings, and again, enough feathers on their backs/around their bodies to prevent hunters from attempting to hack off their wings at the root. So in many ways, how "human" our boys look is a direct result of their Mandalorian ancestry, and I think that's neat!

Kinda relatedly, you'd think that growing out hair (feathers) and facial hair (feathers) would be more protective, and sure, it would, but again the boys' buckets are already stuffed with feathers and I guess feathers rubbing on feathers is kind of uncomfortable. Usually, in combat situations they're fully armored, so it's fine (Looking at u, bald as an egg Waxer).

Also wanted to mention that I deeply contemplated just drawing Cody without undies, because I mean, again he has pubic feathers that cover his dick and all. But I wimped out LMAO!

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For full context, please check out the AO3 Compilation for this AU, which not only has the images, but the fics as well!

Thanks for reading!