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I would over explain but it’s normal now for me to say something out of context then go back to what I was doing.
sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four
There is more than one way to eat an m&m
Me personally when I eat M&Ms, I enjoy crushing it ever so slightly with my teeth, as to get cracks along the shells.
Once the cracks are there, I will slowly remove the shell of the M&M, consuming it as I continue shelling it with my fingers.
Once it has been de-skinned, I will eat the organs of the M&M, enjoying the savoury taste of the chocolate. It will already have been warmed by my body heat, so the chocolate will have stained my fingers. That is alright though, it was never going to be a clean process in the first place.
I will proceed to do this with every M&M until I tire of the process, and shelve the rest of the box away in the refrigerator.
So how do y'all eat your M&M's?
"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."
"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."
So my sister is on vacation and has sent me a photo of the store she was buying clothes in.
I'm going to lose it.
You don’t need to say “She was losing.”
Show me the way her breath stutters, the way her vision blurs at the edges, how her arms feel like lead but she still lifts them anyway. Show me the taste of blood on her tongue, the sharp sting when she wipes it away.
A fight isn’t just fists and kicks, it’s instinct. It’s mistakes. It’s the split second where she moves left instead of right, and pain explodes across her ribs. It’s the way she grits her teeth, forces herself to stay standing, even when her legs threaten to buckle.
People don’t announce their next move. They don’t think in long sentences. It’s breathless. It’s now. It’s move or lose. Make your readers feel every hit, every heartbeat, every desperate second she fights to stay on her feet.
Hawks Headcanon #3
So, there's a relatively common headcanon where Hawks can and does enjoy making nests like any normal avian would.
However, I like to imagine that since Hawks was raised in the HPSC, where they would only hone certain skills that are actually useful as a hero, his nest making skill were never improved or taught.. Ever.
His father certainly never taught him, and the HPSC would have deemed such a skill useless in the grand scheme of things.
So, Hawks would have never learned how to build a nest. However, he does still have instincts for it.
Hawks would, in my mind, probably make a nest exactly like how pigeons do.
Pigeons are well know for being absolutely awful with nest making, using scraps of whatever and laying them out in whatever fashion they feel is fit so high up in the safety of tall buildings or mountains.
Hawks, having very little valuables already, would probably have a scrappy little pigeon nest, because it's all he knows how to make. It's all he can do, because he was never taught or has been unable to build upon the skills needed in nest making.
The Endeavour doll would absolutely be in the nest too by the way.
Maybe 3 AM is the witching hour because it’s the transitional hour from “Late night hours” to “Abominably early morning hours.”
A restaurant named You're Not Supposed To Be Here, where the whole point is that the vibes are unnerving. The lighting is weird, the whole place has a faint scent that's not a bad smell, but it's certainly not food smell and you can't quite identify what the hell it is. The music is weirdly janky and you can't quite tell what's wrong with it, the vocals aren't exactly garbled but sung in a language you swear you've never heard anywhere and couldn't name if you tried. Only hiring staff who have anxiety and they're 100% permitted to show how much your presence here stresses them out.
I don't think fantasy writers play enough with the concept of the different fantasy races having distinct ethnicities. Like imagine a group of mixed peoples, where the dwarves are all roasting each other like dwarves do, and one of them remarks that when he first saw one of the other dwarves in the group, he mistook her for a man. The other dwarves in the group blink in surprise - the closest that dwarves will go to an audible gasp of shock - and she pulls out a knife and tries to stab him.
Once the dwarves have been separated from each other and the situation has calmed, one of the humans asks another dwarf what that incident was about. Naturally a human woman would have been insulted too, but dwarves are so jovial about insulting each other, why was this matter different?
And the dwarf who was asked explains that there are things you can brutally insult another dwarf about, and there are things you simply do not touch. The dwarf-woman in question is from a completely different region of The Great Underground as the others, and her people have different norms about what kind of patterns men and women braid into their beards. The dwarf insulting her wasn't only insulting her appearance, he was being racist.
The human is surprised to learn that dwarves have different peoples, and the dwarf looks at them like at an idiot. Of course they do, they even look completely different from each other. And the human listens as the dwarf lists off various distinguishing clothing details too nuanced for a human to notice, and then how dwarves coming from different corners of the world have different physical traits, according to what kind of conditions their local stone types dictate.
The human spots a connection and goes oh! We have that too, though ours are not about rock types and tunnel air, but the weather aboveground. Humans' facial features vary by how hot, cold, arid or windy their ancestors' homelands were, and our skin tone varies by how much the sun shines in their native region.
The dwarf frowns at the last part, going "I thought you people just paint your skin and dye your hair for fun", and the human admits that yeah, we do that too, but not all the time, and not the whole skin. The dwarf asks, what of that tall woman the colour of dravite, her palms and the soles of her feet were lighter than the rest of her. Does that mean she paints herself dark to be more beautiful?
The human says no, that just happens naturally. Maybe it's because one's palms and feet aren't exposed to the sun as much, so they are paler.
The dwarf nods, still unsure whether this is actually legit or just the human habit of lying for fun, and proceeds to ask about the wild northman of their party. He is as pale as an olm, but the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet are dark. Are they painted, or naturally that way?
No, the human answers. That guy just doesn't bathe.
Hawks Headcanon #2
Hawks is a bird, right? And birds literally cannot taste spice that well, at all. In fact, birds are one of the biggest ways spicy jalapenos can even spread their seeds.
So, I like to imagine that this trait is something Hawks has, due to his Quirk. He can't taste spice at all.
To remedy this, I imagine Hawks, when he has the time, has made a home-made soup recipe for himself involving a fuck ton of Carolina Reapers.
It is so spicy, that it has been deemed, in Keigo's personal opinion, too hot for almost all human tongue, except his own.
The people who have tried it, Mirko and Best Jeanist to name a few, have actually gone red and teary eyed, losing their sense of taste for days afterwards.
But Keigo?
The little shit can't taste a thing. It's mild to him. And he adores this fact, because it means he can give unsuspecting friends/colleagues a small taste, and laugh at their reactions while giving them something to remedy the spice.
The only person who can thoroughly enjoy the taste with Keigo and have it also taste sorta spicy, maybe a bit more spicier than Hawks can because he's partially less bird, or maybe hasn't developed an immunity to spice due to being part bird, is none other than Tokoyami.
Hawks Headcanon #1
I have a headcanon that Hawks can actually see more colour than an actual human due to his bird traits, and has tetrachromacy, which is what the bird hawk actually has. Because he's one of the few people who most likely have four cones instead of three in his eye, he has been able to completely make up the names for the new colours he sees. Some might be serious names for the colours, some might be ridiculous like bird puns, and some might just be named after people or something. But because he can see more colour, and can't really tell shadows/blacks/whites/greys apart, he wears his visour, which actually helps improves the divisibility and break apart the monochrome colours so he can actually tell what he's looking at.
Tim: Oh yeah, Bruce was totally gonna kill Joker. But he did this while thing where right after you died he became the ambassador of Iran or something, so B killing him would've made it an international incident, so Clark stopped him.
Jason, who didn't even say anything to prompt this:
Jason: What the fuck? Can he even- The ambassador of Iran? What the fuck?
I just realized that, as we all grow older, we no longer ask "childish" questions, which is kind of sad, in all honesty. Why don't we ask what our favourite food is anymore? Why don't we ask what superpower you'd have? Why don't we ask any questions like that anymore? So. What's your favourite colour? Mine is intrinsic grey!
Cat roaming around
Bruce: who are you? A new crime lord?
Jason: *takes off his helmet*
Bruce: *squints suspiciously* a new crime lord who looks like a grown up version of my dead son?
Jason: *sighs in annoyance and forces a bright smile*
Bruce: JASON THE NEW CRIME LORD???
So Bruce now has several adult children that could very easily take up the cowl (and already have in some cases) but he doesn't seem to be retiring any time soon. So let's say he gets injured in the field, like Bane back-breaking stuff, and he is forced to retire. He wants one of his kids to take up the mantle. Not necessarily pretending to be him, but as the new Batman (like Terry McGinnus in Batman Beyond).
Issue is he doesn't know who the cowl should go to, so he calls a meeting. Everyone is sitting at a long table in the manor when Bruce discusses his sudden, but overdue, retirement.
Bruce: So now we come to the splitting of assets.
He places the cowl on the table in front of him.
Bruce: Figure it out yourself.
He gets up and leaves.
Expecting a fight to break out, he waits to listen at the door in case things get out of hand, lord knows he doesn't want a physical brawl over the cowl. He doesn't expect what happens next.
*silence*
Stephanie: Not it!
Tim: No way!
Dick: Been there, done that.
Damian: No.
Cass: no.
Babs: Already got a job.
Duke: Uh, I think I'm busy that day.
The only person who hasn't said anything is Jason
Dick: Looks like it's you Jay.
Jason: Fuck no, I figured killing people made me exempt already.
Bruce happily sheds a tear, knowing his raised his kids so that none of them want to follow in his footsteps.
After an all nighter where the kids argue over who should take the role
(notable points include:
Tim: I thought you were the 'Blood Son's Dames, it's your 'birthright' and all.
Damian: I plan to donate blood tomorrow.
Jason: Dick, you're the oldest, you take it.
Dick: No! Have you seen how good my ass looks in my current suit? A cape is gonna ruin that silhouette!
Stephanie: Why don't you want it Tim, you're already CEO of WE, why not become full Bruce?
Tim: *shudders* Ra's already is obsessed with me, if I become Batman, he won't leave me the fuck alone.
Eventually they call Bruce back in, having come to a decision. Bruce walks in, not sure who has taken it, but his bets are on either Cass, Dick or Damian. He looks up at the table to see:
Sitting at the head of the table, with the cowl over their face...
Bruce: Um... Alfred?
Dick: Yeah! He has the most experience out of all of us!
Duke: This also means we can keep doing our own things as well.
Jason can't stop laughing at Bruce's face.
Bruce: You're really playing along with this Alfred?
Alfred: I am the night Master Bruce.
Bruce: Real fun-
Alfred: I think you'll find that I am vengeance sir.
Bruce: Okay, I ge-
Alfred: I, young Master, Am Batman.
Bruce phones Kate who laughs in his face.
The only acceptable trans Tim headcanon would be Tim introducing himself to the batfam as a boy from the get-go with such confidence that no one questions him. Then, his first solo case as Robin is investigating the disappearance of Jack and Janet Drake's "daughter," so he pretends to have a twin sister by forging a bunch of documents and photoshopping family pictures. He then fabricates evidence of her death, committing multiple crimes in the process, and holds a fake funeral at the end. Because if his previous name is dead to him, he's gonna kill it the Tim Drake way
Dick : so yeah, we should definitely- oh hey jason, do you want to join us? We were planning to go to the movies-
Jason, who's looking down at his phone, walking past them,
Jason : maby another time, dad.
Dick :
Tim :
Damian :
Duke :
Jason, just walking off, leaving them baffled.
Duke : ..what just happend?
Dick : oh no..do I.. look like bruce?..
Tim who's being frantic : did he even notice that he called you- wait what? How-
Damian : does todd think...
Duke : is this normal? Did this happen before?!
Tim : ...no. sure, dick is a great older brother but none of us ever called him dad..
Damian : I'm sure todd ment to say dick, but misspoke..
Dick : do I look like b?!!!
Jason, who recently found out that dick tried to adopt him, and now to mess with bruce, calling dick dad and B gramps.
absolute territory
life is finally calm again so I can breath and do art again! magical boys #dabihawks :)
Light Bringer
me n the homies robbing some back alley convenience store for goods
The writing says “Depends” if it’s too messy to read it.
Hawks gets captured by Overhaul and loses his wings after Izuku helps take Eri and get her away from Overhaul when she asks for help that one episode.
reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.