Got My Writing Done, Should Be All Posted On Sunday, Though Rps Are Gonna Resume Saturday Because Today

Fanon Hawks: I can't cook for shit, I always just order out because I will burn my home down if I turn on the stove.

Canon Hawks: I am a food Connoisseur, who knows my way around the kitchen, however due to my work, I can't really cook all that often. This is why I eat out a lot and enjoy the different taste of food.

Fanon Hawks: Fuck you and your knowledge of food.

What if C.Hawks and F.Hawks have like an S/o that has a little brother (maybe 13) who kinda acts like Hawks when they were younger, quiet, shy and keeps to himself, and always has a stoic look on his face. Always hides behind their older sibling when meeting new people.

Both Fanon and Canon can't help but be reminded of themselves but as they get to know him turns out they are just as talkative.

Both of them absolutely adore him, and find it cute that he can be very skittish but talkative at the same time.

Fanon is especially more fond of him just because he reminds him of himself. He can relate to him, and enjoys talking to him. Fanon loves that he is only open towards those he trusts. It makes it easy for him to determine who means a lot to him and who is more of a stranger.

Canon likes to think of him as a little brother as well. He enjoys playing gamed with him, and even showing him the wonders of the city. He is always careful around him, and tries to set an at least decent example to the small teen.

I sometimes like to imagine, that Hawks actively has to hold back during combat. Like that predatory instinct in him always telling him to go for the kill, but he remembers he isn't allowed kill. So to help relieve that sensation to kill, he goes on mini vacations where he is out in the wild and hunts animals.

I ordered Hawks merch last month and I get an email saying my order was canceled?!

Sad

Even if Hawks wings never grow back fully, he will still be an adorable chicken nugget. Maybe a bit on the crispy side, but a chicken nugget nonetheless. He must be protected at all costs.

I like to imagine that theres a Hero Parade that takes place thats supposed to honor heroes and a lot of folk will go dressed up as different heroes. Knowing this, Hawks goes as himself and just watches in the crowd and everyone compliments his 'cosplay of Hawks' and he slightly changes his tone of voice and plays along just to escape a day of being crowded by fans.

Can someone explain to me why Alpha/Omega fics exist? I find them so weird as a concept, and while some are actually interesting. Others are... I don't go near those... Like Like what the hell are scent glands, why does sex always have to include knotting, and where the fuck are my dom omega/ sub alpha fics, I can't find any decent ones.

I'm not an avid omegaverse fic reader, I just find them interesting and read them every once in a blue moon

Who can I commission to draw me Hawks being a soft boi? Like like, soft boi hours soft boi

So we all know that Canon Hawks loves sweet coffee yeah?

But like, why?

Here is my theory.

We know as a kid, Hawks was neglected and would more than likely go days without food. Meaning anything he has had, would more than likely be bitter or stale. That is, until he gets taken by the commission. We know they trained him since he was young, and so what do kids love? Sweets! I can only assume they rewarded him with treats and candy whenever he did well, and once he was old enough, he would drink coffee to stay awake. Though when he first had it, they gave it to him black and without sugar. I would like to think that he is reminded of his childhood by the bitter taste it leaves, and he flat out rejects it. So the commission makes him sweet coffee, and he is in love. From then on, he only ever drank sweet sugary coffee because he would be reminded of how good of a job he did, or that he is no longer the sad little kid he used to be.

When Skeptic points out that Hawks freaked out when he almost got black coffee, it just points out more how much he hates the bitter taste it brings into his mouth. And any time we see Hawks eat or drink, it's usually savory or sweet foods, never bitter and salty foods.

Hawks, sweet tooth? Developed.

It's like that one meme.

*Hawks drinks coffee*

Hawks: It's like a reward.

How I think Canon Hawks vs. Fanon Hawks would react to you getting a fever. (Been a while since I've done one of these)

Canon notices you still hadn't gotten out of bed around noon and went to check on you. Your face was pale and your lips were redder than normal. He checked your temperature, you were burning up and were barely awake. Immediately Hawks went to the fridge and grabbed a cold compress. He wrapped a cloth around it and placed it on your head to cool you down. The most Hawks knew was that rest would be the best option, though for a temperature as high as yours he decided to get you some medicine. Checking around, you had nothing for fever which meant Hawks would have to go and buy some. He goes out to buy medicine and stops to buy some chicken noodle soup as well. Coming home, he gives you the medicine and begins working on making you the soup. While the soup heated, he readied a cold bath and some spare clothes for you as he woke you from your needed slumber. He apologized and helped you up, leading you to the bath room. Helping you strip down and into the tub, you almost jumped back into Keigo's arms, but he reassured you he would be by your side. The cold water woke you, and as much as you didn't want to, you needed to cool your body down. After fighting your mental self, you had him help you in the tub and prevent you from escaping the cold water. A few minutes passed before you adjusted to the water. You felt slightly better, but after the bath, you just wanted warmth. Keigo helped you get dressed and lead you to the couch, where he had already prepared a few blankets and pillows for you. He served you some soup and set you on the couch as he went to change the sheets in your bedroom, throwing your current into the washer. Keigo wasn't good with his words when it came to you, but he was very expressive through his actions. It was something you loved about him, we was never static, in fact, he was very fluid with his motions and made sure to express his emotions. He took care of you in sickness and in heath. The rest of the day, he spent by your side, tending to your every need. Your fever was bad and lasted about a week. After you had recovered, the following week Keigo got sick himself and now it was your turn to take care of him.

V.S.

Fanon senses your sickness and begins to panic. To you, you just had a simple fever, to him you were on the brink of death. He can be a bit overdramatic with his actions, but you knew Keigo meant well. He immediately left to get medicine, soup and even some bottles of water. He gave you the medicine and began making the soup. As he did, he left a few feathers around you to keep an ear out for you. He kept a cold wet rag on your head and kept it wet to help break your fever. Keigo didn't want you to move a muscle, he fed you, helped you drink water, and even checked for any other symptoms. He hoped it was only a fever and nothing worse. Keigo dreaded losing you, you were all he had and he would be lost without you. His wings were disheveled, and so was his hair. He paced around the house as you slept. Eventually he got so anxious that he sat by your bed and held your hand as you slept. He stayed with you as you slept, eventually falling asleep as well. Waking up feeling better, you turn to see Keigo asleep, he was on his knees and half of his body was on the bed. His head resting on his arm and his hand intertwined with yours. You watched him sleep and decided to wait for him to wake up to tell him you felt better. An hour had passed before he woke up, and upon hearing you were feeling better, he rushed to give you a hug and covered your face in kisses. He wings flapping happily and little chirps could be heard from him as he nozzles his face into your neck. You laughed and told him to take it easy, but Keigo wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms for the rest of the day. And he did just that.