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[be_themoon]

 In the interest of staving off imminent self-loathing, can I ask you guys to participate in a sort-of-meme for me briefly?

Namely, drop me some sort of writing prompt! A quote, a color, song lyrics, whatever. 

It's going to be original stuff - if you want to see it just note in your comment and I'll reply with whatever I come up with. If you don't want to be bothered with whatever I churn out just drop the prompt and keep on your merry way!

If you have any preferences among my original projects you can mention that and I might go for that instead of the characters from the list. I could possibly also be interested in writing for Hardy Boys or SPN:TNG too, but I'm not really sure. Maybe, who knows. 

Basically the only important part of this whole post is the bolded bit, the rest is just me rambling. I think I might go get some sleep, and then write lots in the morning, and I will feel awesome. THIS IS HOW LIFE WILL GO AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME DIFFERENT.

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[be_themoon]

*huugs* I hope you're doing all right and things are going better.

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Back when things were normal, I went by Falcon on the streets for a little while, but most people just called me Hawkwoman and eventually I started calling myself it too. Easier to remember. It was a borrowed title - the Hawk wasn't thrilled when I showed up on his streets, but there was already a Hawkgirl and a Sparrow and I did the name credit, so he never tried to take it off me. Not that he could have.

All superheroes followed the code - no killing. But the Hawk family, they were stricter about it than anyone.

It's why I go by Nyx these days. When I ran - the rest of the Hawks, they didn't. They stayed put in their City. They were already pretty underground, they just went further. It's pretty hard to find them, these days, unless of course you know who they are under the mask.

But my powers were documented. The Hawks didn't have powers, most of them. The second Hawkgirl could hit harder than a normal human, but that was the extent of it.

I could build things. That was the documented power. The government knew that Melanie could build anything if you gave her the materials. Even stuff that shouldn't work.

So I ran, and I ran, and somewhere in the middle of America they caught up to me for a little bit and I killed one of them. I sent my Hawkwoman suit home, after that. Put it in a locker with a note for Kestrel and sent him the key.

Back then I still hoped I'd be able to wear that suit again someday. Be Hawkwoman protecting the streets of her city. I gave up on that pipe dream about three years into the war. Once you get enough blood on your hands, it just doesn't come clean.

Kestrel still asks me to take the suit back, when I see him. I don't know if he just doesn't care about the Code anymore or if he's being willfully unaware of my activities, but it doesn't matter too much. I'm not Hawkwoman anymore.

I'm Nyx, goddess of the night, mother of Nemesis, courier and gobetween for Resistance cells, assassin when it's called for, that fucking bitch who sprung another prisoner out of jail, and I'm still alive.

[wordsatourbacks]

Things are better. Hopefully they will continue to get better!

I really like what you wrote! I'm glad you showed it to me. I have a gross headache, but you made my day better. <333