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darkforskz · 5 years

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[8:18 pm] - bang chan, han jisung

“that’s definitely not how you do it,” you giggled. you and your boyfriend chan, along with jisung, were laying on the couch of your apartment while the rest of the boys were out and about. you were laying in chan’s embrace with his arms wrapped around your waist and jisung was sitting a few feet away from you guys with a pillow in front of him. you didn’t realize that there would be a sex scene in the movie, but you also didn’t think that it would not only be entertaining, but also hilarious, and you and chan were making fun of everything that was going on.

“this looks so staged! he could at least try to kiss her better,” you laughed. chan chuckled at that, and added “i’ve never been less turned on in my life.” you couldn’t help but let out a huge cackle at his words. you turned your head and saw jisung looking at the screen with a rather confused look on his face. you shifted sideways before asking him what was up.

“why do you look so confused, sung?” you and chan were now both staring at the confused (and possibly flustered?) boy. he took a not-so-subtle gulp before answering you.

“it’s just, you guys are making fun of this scene, but i actually kinda thought it was hot...” he mumbled the last bit but you were still able to catch on. you looked up at chan who was awed at the innocence of the boy sitting next to you guys but you had assumed for the most part that jisung was a blank slate in the sex field. nonetheless, you took it upon yourself to answer the boy as best as you could.

“the scene wasn’t that bad per say, the dude just wasn’t treating the girl correctly. wasn’t pleasing her the right way i should say,” you began. you could sense that jisung’s curiosity was nearing it’s peak and before you knew it, he was asking you another question.

“then what’s the proper way to please a girl if what they were doing in the movie wasn’t right?” he asked, looking at you and chan and expecting a verbal response. chan however, had a different approach in his mind.

“allow me to demonstrate,” chan suggested, a hint of seduction lacing his voice. he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. the kiss was messy, but passionate, and it felt right. it felt good. his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, which was chan’s way of asking to enter your mouth, to which you happily obliged. his tongue came in contact with yours and the wet muscles began swirling around, doing a happy dance in your mouths. you hadn’t even realized but you were now facing chan and straddling him and no longer lying in his embrace. your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck while his were firmly latched at your hips, slowly moving them back and forth against his own. you moaned into the kiss at the feeling of his crotch coming in contact with yours, and in this split second with chan’s lips on yours, you saw jisung, watching rather intently, with his bottom lip between his teeth and the pillow that once sat in front of him was now “casually” placed across his lap.

you smirked at the thought of the younger boy growing painfully hard at the sight of his leader and his leader’s girlfriend aggressively making out, and you wanted to take this to the next level. you pulled your mouth away from chan, noticing his heavy breathing and swollen lips before motioning over to jisung, who was clearly enjoying himself. chan got the memo, and signaled jisung to come over to you guys. jisung was very hesitant, but with enough assurance, he approached you two ever so slowly, and you could see his very prominent bulge straining against his jeans.

“you wanna try, ji ?” chan asked. jisung stared at the elder boy, shocked and confused, but his desires got the best of him and he eventually nodded. chan moved out of the way as you moved forward to connect your lips with jisung’s. you both sighed contently into the kiss, and chan lifted you up from behind so that jisung could sit on the couch and you could straddle him instead. you started to slowly rock your hips against the young boy’s, not wanting to alarm him since he had never done anything like this before. he gasped into the kiss before letting out a low groan and biting his lip to prevent any more sounds from escaping his mouth.

you smirked to yourself at the effect of your simple action and proceeded to palm jisung’s hard-on, earning another groan from him, this one a bit louder. at this, chan came from behind you, this time shirtless and with his jeans noticeably tighter. you had almost forgotten he was there, but was glad that he was because of the events that would soon follow. chan signaled for you to get off of jisung’s lap. you happily agreed, knowing exactly what was to come for you and the other boy. chan then lightly pushed jisung so that he was laying on the couch and hovered over him. they looked deep into each other’s eyes before chan told him, “we’re about to ruin you, baby. get ready” and hungrily crashed his lips against the other. you watched the beautiful scene of your boyfriend and one of his innocent best friends making out and knew that jisung, the once sweet and innocent bandmate of your boyfriend, would be completely wrecked by the end of the night.

#darkforskz #stray kids #stray kids smut #bang chan #chan #chan smut #bang chan smut #han jisung #jisung #jisung smut #han jisung smut #dom!chan #sub!jisung #dom-ish!reader #fem!reader #i’m so sorry if this sucks ksksks

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kuromochimi · 3 years

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From Yesterday

Suna x Reader smau

♡ You were particularly fond of collecting antiques and by some twist of fate, you ended up buying an antique box filled with mysterious love letters. Trying to find the person who wrote the letters, unexpected detours and bonds were made. Something more was found. And even more at risk of being lost.

~ a suna x f!reader social media au

STATUS: Ongoing | LAST UPDATED: March 27, 2023

Taglist: open

[Taglist: CLOSED ]

Update schedule:

Content & Warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive (and possibly sexual) themes, college setting, use of curse words, mutual pining (sort of?)

a/n: ik this might sound a bit sci fi-ish but it’s really not ksksks all events will be happening with a normal timeline and at present setting.

Started: July 2021

Please do tell me if you want to get tagged when I post new chapters! <3

♡ Mood Board ♡

♡ Introduction

♡ Chapter 1: Old box to new memories

♡ Chapter 2: Letters to M

♡ Chapter 3: Where it starts

♡ Chapter 4: Drunk Message

♡ Chapter 5: A twist of fate

♡ Chapter 6: The Key

♡ Chapter 7: Childhood Sweetheart

♡ Chapter 8: Key is still a mystery

♡ Chapter 9: Used to you

♡ Chapter 10: Make a Choice

♡ Chapter 11: Mayuko

♡ Chapter 12: Old flames

♡ Chapter 13: Past and Present

♡ Chapter 14: Secrets

♡ Chapter 15: He knows

♡ Chapter 16: Come Back or Move Forward

♡ Chapter 17: (Not) More Than Friends?

♡ Chapter 18: Reality Check

♡ Chapters 19: Come Clean

♡ Chapter 20: Give way

♡ Chapter 21: Your Truth and My Truth

♡ Chapter 22: Again

♡ Chapter 23: One sided

#suna x reader #suna angst #suna fluff #suna rintaro #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna imagines #suna rintaro x y/n #inarizaki x reader #suna smut #suna smau #suna rintaro smau

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alienaiver · 2 years

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Hi bestieeeee !!!!!!!! 💝💝🥳🥳💛💛💛😚😚 for ur ask game; 1,7 & 17

hiii bestie 🧡🧡 i hope the end of ramadan went well (also the entire ramadan obviously KSKSK) thank u for sending these in im sending kissies 🫶🏼🫶🏼😘😘😘😘

1. if you have a lighter, what color is it?

i dont anymore !! i may still have a zippo lighter somewhere thats just the generic gray i think... but i gave all my lighters to my mom after i quit smoking last year !! i did have a ton of different ones, i especially loved buying those w cat prints on them KSNSNSN !!

7. can you swim?

yes!! my mother cant swim and she was rly sad abt it (TO BE FAIR SHE GREW UP ON GREENLAND,,, not the exact location for swimming JSBSBNSB) so she cared a lot abt my siblings and i learning how to swim!! we had swimming lessons as children!! (and when we moved from greenland we moved someplace really close to the beach !!)

17. an earliest obsession you remember?

already answered that!! tho ive had a lot of obsessions as a kid so im just gonna share another one NSNDNSNSN i was very obsessed with malls as a kid - we have like.. 5 big-ish malls in my country (i think theres 7 now tho!!) and due to different circumstances id been to four of them and i desperately wanted to go to the fifth one as well to compare but we never rly were anywhere near it neither on vacations or anything !! 😭 i had like. fights with my parents about wanting to go to the last one LMFAAAO SKDKSSN i actually went there for the first time last year !! 🥹🥹

#i miss u im sending luv <!!33333333333 hope ur doing alright !!#I KNOW MY CHILDHOOD OBSESSIONS WERE. INTERESTING SKDNDNDND they were literal obsessions tho i was WILD abt it #nohr.talks #ask games ✨

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victor-mare · 3 years

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These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [ACT ONE] | Childe/Tartaglia

pairing: childe/tartaglia x reader

words: 3.8k

warnings: mentions of graphic violence, blood, family death

a/n: did i finish act 1 of this fic or did this fic finish me, idk. anyway, i have agonized over this for almost two months-ish for act 1. begrudgingly, i admit that childe is a fascinating character to write for but also i really want to land a punch on him ksksks i hope you enjoy! summary:

Fire and water looked so lovely together. It was a pity they destroyed each other by nature. (R.F. Kuang, The Dragon Republic)

Gloved fingers begin a clinical caress over stark white fabric.

Over a broken arm, bluish-tinted lips, and the line of neat stitches trailing from the bottom of the collarbone to the navel. Then, they paused over unblinking brown eyes--pupils dilated and framed in the horror of their final moment. Gently, you hovered over the eyelids of the body, sealing them shut with your palm.

“So young and yet...” Meng whispered next to you. Your lips pursed, halting your careful assessment of today’s ushered client to spare a glance at the newest addition to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. His lips quivered, fingers steepled together to prevent them from shaking. Director Hu Tao had left him in your care, cheerfully advising to ‘break him in slowly,’ on the job before prancing off to who-knows-where.

“Indeed,” You cut through the silence, stepping back from the body to rest your gloved hands above the fabric of your uniform. “All the more reason that we must take care of them properly.”

If Meng catches the forlorn tone your voice took on, he didn’t comment--merely giving a shaky nod in assent. Death was an intimate constant in your line of work, and for the years that you had spent in this trade, you’ve been graced with the many ways a life can be cut short. Young or old, human and adepti--this was a first-hand reminder that all living things eventually come to an end.

“Meng,” You called out to the recruit who seemed to go off on a trance once more. At the sound of his name, he turned to you, the haunted look in his eyes slowly dissipating, replaced with a newfound determination that only those fresh in the field possess.

“I’ve tried to patch up what I could. Could I ask you to fetch me a fresh pair of white robes from the wardrobe over there? A size medium will do,” You direct in a calm tone and Meng scampers off to do your bidding. Left alone, you glanced at the body once more, committing their features to memory.

The young man looked no more than his early twenties and he had arrived in the funeral parlor borne by the Millelith under utmost discretion. His condition when he first arrived was worse for wear--body horribly mangled and almost torn in half, the scar borne from a wickedly sharp blade. No family member came forward to claim him, but the whispers of the early crowd spoke of a failed investment scheme and a mountain of debt that he couldn’t repay.

The murmurs of Fatui lingered for a beat, until a brief shush from someone in the crowd dropped the subject.

At that thought, your fingers curled into fists, steady heat blooming under your palms, your fury threatening to bubble over to the surface. Your Vision, buzzing with the faintest of vibrations against the collar of your uniform--

“...Senior [Y/N]? Is something the matter?”

Meng interrupts your line of thought, gracing the room with a robe swaddled in his arms. His eyes belied a slight worry and hesitance at your rigid stance. You meet his gaze and relaxed, offering the newest recruit a smile to placate his mood.

“Ah, that was quick. Come, help me put this on them, will you?” You instruct and Meng approached you to comply. Your building fury eased to a steady calm, and the Vision at your collar ceased its vibrations, keeping you level-headed once more.

Reaching for a box of brushes and the pots of cosmetics, you guided Meng as both of you eased the body into mourning robes, often halting to answer Meng’s questions. Routine helped calm your thoughts, aided to ease the fury threatening to seep over the surface.

As your fingers clasped the handle of the brush and dabbed the faintest of rouge over the young man’s lips, the whispers in your mind begin again in earnest, reminding you of the reason why you came to Liyue to pose as an undertaker--stirring dormant emotions while you bid your time.

Vengeance is close at hand.

Under the mist of Wuwang Hill, the dim light from the lantern you beheld shone through the darkness.

Twigs snapped and leaves crunched under your feet as you made your way deeper into the forest, eyes fixed on the blinking blue lights that formed a path. No one dared to venture out deeper into these woods, tales of wandering spirits and lost souls enough to keep most people away.

Here, you reveled in the silence. The mist shrouded your affairs and the trees kept your secrets.

As you reach your destination, you rest the lantern on a mound of raised earth, before unravelling the contents of your pack--sticks of mourning incense you swiped from the stocks at the parlor, a bundle of paper talismans, and a carefully wrapped box filled with Zhongyuan Chopseuy for an offering.

Quickly, you set to work. Unravelling the mat underneath your feet, you set the incense on its placeholder, scattering the paper talismans in the four cardinal directions as you placed the food offering in the center.

“Fai,” You call out in the darkness, snapping your fingers. A tiny blue flame danced at your fingertips and you brushed the incense sticks, filling the air with the scent of wood and citrus. “You can come out now. I’m ready to talk.”

For a few moments, nothing happened. Until a misty shape stepped out from behind the trees, slowly morphing into a semblance of a human body. You raise your lantern to your face, eyes bright as they focus on a familiar face you saw this morning, the unmistakable scar running from collarbone to navel fresh in your memory.

“Undertaker,” The ghost‘s voice echoed in a disembodied timbre, hints of impatience laced through its tone. “You’ve taken a while.”

It came with the job, being able to see and talk to ghosts--an ability somehow passed through while working with Director Hu Tao. While you have gotten used to it, you won’t deny that being able to see the spirits of those who have chosen to remain in the mortal realm with their unfulfilled regrets made you unnerved--especially with clients who died under rather violent circumstances.

The moment of one’s utter end is captured permanently in Death, and so Fai’s grisly scar remains, despite your careful embalming.

“Apologies, Fai.” You reply. “I had my hands full arranging your funeral, after all.”

Beneath the pleasant tone you spoke with the ghost belied exhaustion, running around the city to compile arrangements for his mourning rites since three days ago. Since no one had stepped up to identify and claim his corpse, Fai’s remains had to be cremated. Upon Director Hu Tao’s insistence however, a proper ceremony was hastily put together in hours.

”A proper death for everyone,” The girl had chirped playfully once you brought up the matter to her yesterday. ”It is our duty to ensure our clients leave this plane satisfied, no?"

Back to business, you crossed your arms over your chest, returning your attention to the hovering spirit. Fai was young, but his temperament already matched that of a cranky old grandpa, so you had to tread carefully.

"Well then, as we discussed earlier," You pause, smoothening the crinkle of the collar of your uniform, a business smile already etched on your lips. "Tell me the details leading up to your death."

II.

“The Avenging Angel of Liyue?”

Above the hubbub of the clink of Mora and the scratch of quills on paper as the operations of Northland Bank began in full swing for the day, the unfamiliar title of a new threat graces Childe’s ears.

Ekaterina nods, clutching a cup of lukewarm tea in her hands. The report she meticulously compiled rested in his hands, the normally indifferent Harbinger sporting an intrigued expression on his face as he skimmed through the papers.

“That’s what they are called on the streets, Sir,” The receptionist of Northland Bank explained haltingly. “Three agents stationed at Lingju Pass, Yaoguang Shoal, and the Dunyu Ruins already fell victim.”

“All just over a span of a week,” Childe hums, closing the report file and tossing it carelessly on his desk.

No one had openly dared to attack any of the Tsaritsa’s Agents, until now.

“Any common factors tying the incidents together?” The Harbinger questioned, cool blue eyes directing towards Ekaterina.

“S-Sir?” She replied, not expecting the sudden inquiry. Childe merely raises an eyebrow, an impatient tic forming on his jaw as he gestured towards the report.

“Surely, you didn’t think this was a random attack, do you?” He snorts. “The fact that they only specifically limited their attacks on these agents stationed around these areas speak of a pre-meditated course of action.”

The palpable atmosphere that settled between the citizens of Liyue and the Snezhnaya delegation in the days after Rex Lapis’ death had been shaky at best. He had been antsy while he lay low--choosing to discreetly operate under the cover of darkness while he collected incidents, any incidents smoothed over and cleared in the morning.

So now, Childe mulls over, what loose end did they fail to tie up this time?

He tilts his head towards Ekaterina, an order already ready on his lips.

“Find me anything that can lead us to our Avenging Angel friend. I’ll personally handle this matter myself.”

“Understood, Master Childe.”

As Ekaterina scrambles to exit his private office in Northland Bank, a small grin etches itself on Childe’s lips, his fingers drumming atop the cherry oak table in excitement.

“Well, here I was thinking that Liyue wouldn’t be able to provide me some more decent entertainment.”

He gets a name within the next four hours.

“The debtor’s name was Fai,” Ekaterina reported, laying out another set of documents on Childe’s table that evening. “He applied for a loan to jumpstart a retail business, but along the way, he couldn’t keep up with the interest rates.”

Childe’s eyes gazed over the papers, locking on the photo of a young man with a face set in a scowl, no doubt hardened by the years he had to toil. Quickly skimming over the application, he gave a low whistle.

“Third time offender, huh?” He comments and Ekaterina nods to confirm.

“He failed to pay up after the first and second warnings, and even engaged into a physical assault on the collector on the latest incident,” She pauses to daintily point to a small clause scribbled underneath the papers. “I’m afraid we had to resort to brute force.”

“He’s deceased then.” Childe replies, returning the paper haphazardly into the document packet. “No family, no friends to speak of?”

“His parents long died, Master Childe. He has no surviving siblings and his immediate family had long since cut ties with him,” Ekaterina explains. “His remains were cremated at the behest of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor yesterday.”

“Master Childe, don’t you think perhaps…?”

Childe merely smiles.

“It would appear then that someone is exacting revenge on behalf of our friend Fai,” He calmly remarks. “And without a doubt, this is where our Avenging Angel of Liyue comes in.”

He had seen the bodies of their downed Agents. Barely surviving within the inch of their lives, the injuries they had sustained from their Angel’s ambush had them wishing they were dead. Burns had seared half of their faces despite the protection offered by their mechanized suits. Some had sustained injuries to the abdomen, penetrated by a blade, while the unit physician also reported the presence of paralyzing poison in some of their bloodstream.

While they had survived, they were incapacitated--useless until the end of their lives.

“Well, this won’t do.” Childe murmurs. Morale had significantly gone down since these incidents, and the other soldiers were uneasy, some even foregoing their daily patrol to navigate to the safer routes, leaving their surveillance network crippled--a weakness the Qixing decided to exploit as they terrorized their Fatui diplomats at the negotiation table.

“Ekaterina, anyone else related to the Fai debt collection incident?”

“Yes, Master Childe. Pasha is supposed to resume his patrol routes along Mingyun Village tonight.”

“Excellent,” Childe remarks, adjusting his gloves on each of his hands. Eyes flashing a brilliant blue, his lips quirked into a bloodthirsty grin--one that promised violence returned tenfold.

“Time to pick up the slack.”

III.

The Pyro Archon bestows you with your Vision in the midst of blood, ruin, and the remnants of a family tragedy.

Surrounded by the broken body of your mother, the blood-stained military regalia of your father, and the dying screams of your siblings, you crouched under the covers of your bed. Hands covered your ears, tear tracks streaming down your cheeks, as cheers from the soldiers echoed, trashing what remained of the manor where you grew in.

What is it that you desire the most, child?

You pause in your tears, eyes fixing on the faintest of glows coming from a gem that rested by your feet, a memento that fell from your mother’s grasp.

Tell me what you want, and I shall grant it to you.

You close your eyes, fingers clasping around the Vision at your feet. Swiping savagely at the tears that streaked your cheeks, you grit your teeth and answered your Archon’s call.

I want power. Retribution. Revenge.

In your head, the faintest of chuckles resonated. The Vision glowed a bright orange in your hands, flames erupting from the gem. You reared back, but despite the heat, it didn’t burn your skin.

It is done, the voice whispers in your head. As one wishes it, so shall it be.

There is comfort in routine.

It was almost meditative--the firm grip of the leather holster housing a pair of hunting knives grounded you as your fingers secured the buckles holding it in place; the soft brush of fabric against your skin as you strap a slim dagger on your inner thigh.

Two short swords make their way under the sleeves of your coat and a pair of poisoned blades slot neatly into the soles of your boots. For the final touch, you secure a dark mask covering your mouth, the gold filigree stark against the black fabric, as your fingers reach for the trident resting near your headboard.

It was your father’s, the only thing you had managed to salvage in the aftermath of the burning of your manor. It took you years to restore it to its former state, months of scalping for good ore and weeks of bargaining with the metalsmith. Now, its three-pronged blades glinted ominously under the moonlight, freshly sharpened and cleaned of blood from your last manhunt.

From Fai’s information, you tracked down three Fatui agents responsible for his death--one at the Lingju Pass, another at the Yaoguang Shore, and the latest one at Dunyu Ruins. It wasn’t an easy battle--Snezhnaya and their mechanized suits be damned--but you’ve plenty of experience, reading patterns of attack and responding accordingly.

Now, you had to track one last target for the night. Fai had given you a name, Pasha--That bastard was the one that pulled the blade on me--and from the whispers of the other ghosts in the harbor, managed to pinpoint the face of the agent--a brown-haired man whose face was hidden by the standard-issue dark mask.

He reeks of guilt, Undertaker, one of the spirits had said. The qingxin flowers had witnessed the blood he spilt on his hands.

The wind rustled in your ears as you began the trek to the nearest teleport waypoint. You had detested the devices, and while you had saved time in your conquests, the resulting nausea from the energy drawback caused by teleportation was something that stayed with you during your missions.

Wobbling on your feet, you regained a few moments to regain your footing. Slowly lowering the mask that covered the lower half of your face, you emptied the contents of a flask down your throat. A bitter taste coated your tongue but the medicine had done its work--washing away the effects of the nausea almost immediately.

Donning your mask again you scanned the area. Mingyun Village held an eerie air to it at night. Once a prosperous mining town, it was abandoned after the mining sites ran dry--the place now nothing but a ghost of its former bustling self.

The perfect location for an execution.

You surveyed the lay of the land, eyes locked for some signs of activity. Aside from a bunch of hilichurls making camp to a small mining mint of noctilucous jade, the place was practically dead. Discreetly sprinting away from the hilichurl camp, you trekked to a higher place, and in turn, was rewarded by the one you were looking for.

A Fatui Pyro Agent made his way out of the woods, strides purposeful as they crunched on dirt. At first glance, it would appear that Pasha was surveying the area as part of his nightly patrol, but the frequent glances behind his back and the shaky grip he held on his knife belied his nervousness.

He’s afraid, you noted, pleased at this observation. Fear was a good sign. It made your battles short as your enemy loses composure and attacks sloppily.

Looks like this one isn’t that different from the first three, then.

Launching from your place, you activate your Vision.

Flames danced along the fabric of your clothes, sending a warm tingle down your body before they unfurled across your back--wings of fire that spanned at least two meters. You hovered over the ground, the wings giving you leverage as you glided effortlessly, before plunging into a quick descent on the unsuspecting Fatui.

Pasha was slow to react, panic taking over his features as you drew closer. Steel met steel as he hastily equipped his flying blades, parrying your trident’s blade upon your descent. Your wings dissipated into thin air, and you had refocused your elemental energy to your blade, funneling Pyro element to your blade, fighting fire with fire.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it…!” Pasha cursed, slowly backing into a corner. The element of surprise favored your attacks, breaking the circle of flying knives with a final slash of the blade. As you inched closer, the Fatui’s figure soon disappeared, and you clicked your tongue.

Out of all the functions of the goddamned suit, the Stealth mode was the most annoying to counter.

Your barrage of attacks ceased, taking in your surroundings to gauge Pasha’s location. Without a second thought, you swipe your leg on the ground, kicking dust and rocks in the air. Your gamble paid off, the faintest of dirt clinging to a moving shape to your right, and before Pasha could materialize, you struck your palm out, hand thrust on the mask of his mechanized suit. With your strength, you pushed the man down on the ground, making him yell out in pain as his head met gravel.

“Please don’t,” The Fatui Agent underneath you begged, voice muffled under the force of your palm. He had shifted to the local language, his words mangling the accent as he continued to beg. “Please, please--”

In the past, you had almost relented. Almost.

The pleas of your mother remained fresh in your memories as she shoved you under the bed to hide you, the blackened corpse of your father as the flames consumed his body, the sour stench of burning bodies and blood mingling in the smoke, enough to choke the air out of you. You remember the sadistic smiles under the same grey masks, grey militia coats stained with your sibling's blood as they were killed without mercy.

In this moment, you think of your family’s deaths at the hands of the Tsaritsa’s army and kill any ounce of pity in your heart.

“Burn,” You murmured in Snezhnayan, the language rough on your tongue from years of disuse. As blue flame erupted from your palm, Pasha’s mouth opened in a choked scream.

Searing heat melted the protective face covering of his suit, flames imprinting a blast of heat on skin. The Agent thrashed, bringing his arms upward to grip your own but you kneed him in the stomach, pinning him to the ground as he continued to burn.

You would relent soon--injure enough to put them out of commission, not to kill--but as Pasha choked on his tears and spit, a new voice entered the vicinity.

"Take it easy on my recruits, will you? Can't have them running back to Snezhnaya in tears or the Tsaritsa will have my head."

Instinct took over. Palming one of the slim daggers strapped to your thigh, you hurled the blade towards the sound, waiting for steel to meet skin.

It never came, the distant thunk of your dagger meeting solid dirt echoing in the night, instead. You rose from your hold on Pasha, leaving the Agent underneath groaning in pain as you straightened, grip on your trident tight.

"Oof, a bit trigger-happy aren’t we?"

The newcomer had dodged your attack with ease, his gloved fingers brushing dust off a grey militia coat. Blue eyes twinkled with mirth as they met your own, the glint of his Vision catching the moonlight as he swayed on his feet.

The easygoing smile on his lips appeared innocent, but months of training helped you detect the bloodlust beneath his cheerful gait. Your eyes moved to the red mask haphazardly resting in the mess of his ginger hair and immediately, all the muscles in your body tensed.

Harbinger.

There were rumors of an elite squad of 11 employed under the Tsaritsa, with abilities that can even surpass human limits amplified by their Delusions, tokens of power passed on by the Cryo Archon herself.

You didn’t know if it was a stroke of luck or an unfortunate mishap that you happened to run into one of them tonight.

The Harbinger simply smiles at your apprehensive silence and calculating gaze, waving his palms in introduction.

“The Avenging Angel of Liyue, I presume?” He prompts by way of greeting. Something primal flashed in his blue eyes as he cast his gaze upon you. Instinctively, you grip the handle of your trident tighter.

"To what do I owe the honor of your visit, Harbinger? Don’t you have far more important errands to attend to?" You reply, tone bitter and chill as the night breeze sweeping over Liyue.

A chuckle emanates from your foe and you grit your teeth, unamused by this lacksidaickal personality.

“You wound me, Angel. Looking after my troops are part of my important errands, so to speak,” he replied, and your eyes moved to catch the barest hint of movement from his arm.

The next time you blink, a bow materializes in his grip, the amusement he earlier sported now replaced by a cool calculation, arrows nocked and ready.

"Though, I’ll have you to thank for the slight you’ve dealt to my troops. As Harbinger, allow me to personally return this in kind.”

"Well, since you offered, I’ll gladly accept," You bit back, bringing your right leg back to anchor your foothold as you shift your grip on the trident, swinging the weapon so its three-pronged tip gleamed viciously. “I was getting sick of the small fry anyway.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin childe #childe imagines #childe scenarios #juri's writings #tvdhve.txt

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blossomanarchy · 2 years

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Not being on tumbroke as much for the past 2-ish weeks has made me realise I can in fact live without this app KSKSKS

#didn’t miss it #🫡proud of myself #but look at me being back here rn anyways smh

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kyoupann · 4 years

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Please do more of the writing head canons. It’s really interesting to see other people’s ideas on the topic, so if you can be bothered, I would highly appreciate more, thanks bye <3

Y’all don’t know how happy I am to talk about these headcanons, they are my babies and I love them so much :’) thanks for asking g <3

Handwriting Headcanons

Same dynamic as before, try to guess whose handwriting it is before reading and tell me how many you got right! <3

You can find the first post here (no need to check it tho)

Quick disclaimer: halfway through making my initial notes, I remembered I had one (1) single lesson of graphology in my applied linguistics class, but that was a year ago and some information might be off. I just thought it was neat to include.

Another quick disclaimer: I don’t know much about Hylian, but I like to think it has a similar stroke system to Japanese, so the pressure and accuracy of your strokes play a major role in your handwriting (among other things, ofc.) so there are some parts where I focus more on that

(First Row, from left to right)

Sky

Our first boy is mother hen! Believe it or not, he has the prettiest handwriting out of all of them! Sky: probably has nice, even elegant handwriting because Sun forced him to practice when they were little. In the end, that paid off because his handwriting is the prettiest one. There’s no pressure, but he is confident in what he writes that his lines aren’t thin. Mistakes? what is that? this boy has impeccable grammar and spelling. No mechanic errors to be found in his letters! I’d like to think that many of Hyrule’s classic/staple poems were originally written by the firt king aka sky child. Like, imagine, after a retiring from being a Person of Power (as the first ruler), Sky finds comfort in the arts: revisits his old woodcarvings and starts writing poetry about the world he still doesn’t fully understand. wowie. tldr: sky writes poetry and you can pry it from my cold dead hands.

This is what one of his letters would look like:

Next one is the one and only, our Hero of Time

2. Time

I’ll die on the “Time didn’t know how to read and write” hill. His handwriting is simple, not pretty but not messy. It has some grammar and spelling mistakes here and there. Can become unreadable if writing in a hurry, he sorts of forgets spaces between words are a thing/letters have different sizes and lowercase letters end up the same size as capital letters. I’m not saying he sometimes forgets to write articles: he just doesn’t want to. Honestly, he just has this dad-neat handwriting. He is a gentle dad and writes like a dad, if he puts too much pressure onto the paper, his handwriting become too sharp/angle-ish and ends up looking ugly. And as much as he would like to not care about it, in the end he does (:

Malon taught him how to write and it was quite the experience. At first he didn’t want to because he was ‘too old’ to learn and it was torture at first, but now look at him devouring his cowboy novels.

A chunk of his handwriting:

*sniff* such a dad quote.

3. my mansss, your 4x1 deal at Target: Four

Look, my boy is patient! He could do some nice and fancy lettering if he wanted to. He was taught that handwriting and spelling said a whole lot about him as a person, you know, like a first impression kinda thing; so he always proof reads more than twice before sending a letter. Super rare grammar mistakes.

The faster he writes, the more slant his writing becomes. Under stress/ when not sure how to write things down, run-on sentences are everywhere and his handwriting is inconsistent in general (I don’t headcanon each part of him having completely different handwriting because handwriting becomes muscle memory over time. It’s just slightly different variations of the same, like idk Vio’s handwriting is neater than Green’s and Red writes hearts instead of any dot/circle and no, I do not take constructive criticism on that, jk i do.) Adding on to each of the colours’ handwriting, I’d think Red and Green write with words slanted to the right( inclined), Vio is a mix of the opposite, so reclined and straight, and my mans blue a true neutral writes straight (kinda like Time’s).

The logic behind this is that inclined writing supposedly means honesty and need for giving (and getting) affection; reclined means, as you can probably imagine, defensiveness and repression of true feelings, but also shows great concentration; straight handwriting means self-control, observation and reflection as well as distrust and indifference. But as complete being (tm), Four just writes as in the image example which is not too straight and not too inclined, and I believe that’s a good middle for him

HOWEVER, if I’m feeling in the mood for crack, I totally accept this boy to have the ugliest, chicken scratches-looking handwriting! :’D It’s just funny to think that someone like him, who has to be precise and careful in his work, can't write neatly to save his life.

One of his letters would look like this:

Also I just LOVE how his hero titles look in this font ksksks

and that’s

(Middle row, from left to right)

4.- Mister Bunny Boy - Legend

His uncle taught him how to write. I’d call his handwriting pretty and neat at a first glance, but he presses too hard on the paper, most of the time staining the back or the following page. Sometimes will retrace some words if he doesn’t like how it looks (which only makes it messier). According to my notes, a thick or strong handwriting represents determination/commitment.

As I also headcanon him to know many languages, mechanical errors are more present than grammar ones; that is, weird capitalisation of words. Punctuation is somewhere in between; uses too many commas when he should just cut the sentence. he mixes punctuation from two languages or more in writing when too distracted (or too focused, because, well, pressure.); when he writes for himself, he has almost no problem following said language’s punctuation rules. Also, this is just polyglot culture, and I’m projecting a bit, but when he forgets a word in the language he’s writing, he just replaces it with its equivalent in another language because we don’t care about fluency, but rather functionality. in this household (more on that in my language hc, ksksks).

An example of his writing:

so powerful

4.- Mr. Wolfman, howl me a song - Twilight

I don’t have much for him because 1) I don’t think he writes a lot and 2) he is a hands-on/visual learner, I’ll die by that. He only learnt how to write because Ulli insisted it was important and he was not about to disrespect his momma; he IS That Guy, but doesn’t really write enough to have neat handwriting.

Many people seem to overlook the fact that his house is filled with books and write him as completely illiterate (which if not explored properly, ends up feeling a bit disrespectful and full of prejudice, but go off I guess; and that’s on my core Headcanons for Twi); however, he sticks to simple sentences. Knowing how to read and understanding a text is different from knowing how to write them. Like, when we would see a semicolon and understand its position in the text, but didn’t understand the nature of it. Is this clear? idk i’m sorry. So yeah, boy reads a lot, writes very little.

As for his Actual Handwriting, as opposed to Legend, his handwriting is thiccc but not because he presses into the paper; he is just that messy, he has no sense of ink-flow-control, he does what he can with what he has. To the untrained eye, his handwriting illegible letters like v, n, u are very similar; when he makes notes for himself he does it in the form of doodles or small ‘icons’. But! He reads a lot, so he rarely makes spelling mistakes (: he is your go-to guy when you don’t know how to write a word.

An example of his writing:

He keeps a journal, sue me.

3. My first born- Warrior

Okay, first off... I accept this is completely biased. I saw the idea and said “That’s True”. If you haven’t, please read Effective Communication; or The Lack of Thereof by htruona, a fic where the boys reflect on the language barriers between them. It’s incredibly funny and probably what made me start making these silly notes. So, if you’ve read that fic, you know where I’m going.

My man, Warrior, can’t fucking write. I mean, he physically can, but it’s very bad. Here’s the reason for it, tho, and it’s not his fault: Technically, he knew how to write alright but he joined the military and whatever note he had to write had to be concise or in the worst case coded. He mixes capital and lowercase letters. If we consider that he joined the military at around 15, his handwriting and grammar had yet to continue developing. Just think about how after summer break, your handwriting was always slightly worse than before because you didn’t write for an entire month. Now think what 2 years can do to that. Hmm, not cool, dude. He makes quick notes, when writing he’s all gotta go fast. he is the lighting mcqueen of writing; good for emergency messages, not ideal for love letters. His punctuation also suffered a lot, he only know full stops and commas and hardly uses them. A sentence for him is either one word or fifty without a single comma, no inbetween.

His hero title and an example of his writing.

(Bottom row, or what I like to call “fuck cursive” row)

7.- Magic man - Hyrule

I’m basic and I do agree with the popular headcanon of he not knowing how to write because well, y’all know his Hyrule. He only knows how to write his name because that’s important, same with numbers. I don’t see why would he write/read except checking the roadsigns. (he can even use this as an excuse for getting lost frequently; he thought it said something different.) But I do think that because his habitual reading consists of roadsigns, his ‘punctuation’ is weird af and places full stops/points/periods at the same level of his words and his commas/question/exclamation marks below them. Yk, creative license. Sadly, I don’t have much about my magic hands man so here’s what his writing would look like if he actually wrote a paragraph:

Man, I love Hyrule.

8.- Man, I don’t understand this boy - Wild

Cursive? ain’t nobody have the time for that. He woke up and had to save the world in his underwear while not knowing how to read nor write. He learnt during his journey and was taught by multiple people from different regions, that explains his inconsistent spelling of things and names for them. So Wild knows language variations for many items and uses them interchangeably (even if they aren’t exactly the same). Another headcanon related to writing/language skills that I’ve been thinking about is that if the shrine was able to cause amnesia, I’m sure there were other areas in the brain affected which leads us to language disorders such as agraphia and aphasia. But that’s a story for another day ksksksk

An example of his writing (after relearning)

9.- The best of sons - Wind

I don’t have much for him and that makes me sad. Look, he’s a kid, doing kid things like stabbing dudes on the head. This boy was taught cursive by his grandma, but could never do it and no one needs it anyway. His handwriting is good enough for his pirate life, Tetra is the one to handle Official stuff, he just gotta sign. Spelling and grammar mistakes abound. He is still relatively young and can correct his handwriting if he desires. But same as Wild, with how many times he’s been thrown out and hit his head, I’m starting to consider some language disorder for him as well.

An example of his writing:

aaand that’s it.

Thanks, y’all for showing interest in this silly thing uwu it was fun to finally talk about this. If you ever want to discuss ideas/headcanons(especially if they are related to language and culture), I’m your person (: I’m always happy to hear new headcanons. Feel free to add anything to this post either in a reply or in a reblog, I’d love to hear from y’all <3<3

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quirklessidiot · 4 years

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aoba johsai’s sport’s journalist (h/c’s)

just crack+ fluff + platonic-ish relationship (gn!y/n) (w: language!) a/n: this has been bugging me for awhile now since i havent seen headcanons of this yet (if their are do send them on my ask box) and since im on a slump, i decided to write this down. this is completely fun, easy-going, and self-indulgent, really perfect for someone stuck on a slump ksks. idk if i should make some for the other schools but oh welp enjoy! happy 900 btw werkwerk uwu so weird to reach this when im not even very active.

Now let’s be honest here, it’s no surprise that the volleyball team of aoba johsai has their own sports journalist. Like, c’mon, they’re one of the best in the prefecture.

But let’s start with the basics here, shall we? Let’s start with you, how this all goes through, and how you got into this heaping pile of mess.

Yep, you.

There you were in high hopes to get into journalism for college so what better way was it than to apply for the school paper? It would definitely look good and pretty in those college applications *chef’s kiss* you’re a second year btw idk if that matters but yeah..

Much to your surprise no one was applying for the news section which was kind of sad since you wanted a buddy there.

but-but it turns out though everyone was applying for the sports section completely understandable, next to feature, it was the most exciting thing to write because there was going to be a special section and writer for the volleyball team.

You knew that volleyball was kind of a big thing around your school?? you just didn’t expect it to amass like that much people.

The editor in chief is obviously surprised, you were the first person on that day to come in there and actually apply for something else.

and guess where that led you to?

Yep, the sport’s section, specifically the volleyball team’s personal sports journalist. Your brain goes brrt brrt because you were not a sports writer at all and you were, ironically, scared of ball games.

VOLLEYBALL WAS COMPLETELY NEW TERRITORY FOR YOU.

Your editor in chief laughs it off and says, “you’ll do fine… its like news bUT SPORTS! IT’LL DEFINITELY LOOK GOOD IN YOUR APPLICATIONS!”

You’re not sure if you should be terrified or terrified?

It doesn’t help that on the first day when you enter the gym you look terribly constipated and panicking a lot because of all the stray balls being spiked and tossed around.

It also didn’t help that you crash course the terminologies and the member’s name a night before and you were just running on iced coffee that day.

Yeah, way to make a first impression, huh?

When you approach the coach, you’re not exactly sure what to say and you were this close to chickening out until you saw one of the players come up to you and ask if you were alright and if you wanted to talk to oikawa.

you’re loading for a second there.

and the poor guy who asks you if you were alright, starts looking actually worried because you weren’t responding at all.

“OH, oH IS THAT THE CAPTAIN?”

the guy literally looks very confused?? because what kind of rock were you living under that you didn’t know Oikawa???

so you go ahead and introduce yourself and say that your name was Y/N and you were the new sports journalist for the team.

“....soooo you write?”

“...”

at this point on, you’re also confused too

and idk man, first impressions do indeed last because you ended up (unknowingly) sharing the same brain cell with Matsukawa Issei.

you both were just confused there, straight up looking like two kids who got left behind by their mom in the grocery check-out line.

anyways...

He tells you the team’s pretty chill and you should stop looking like they spiked a ball on your puppy or something.

Basically introduces you to the whole team after,

no questions asked, just go with the flow.

You basically just click and vibe???

Not only because you crash coursed and related to whatever they said,

you literally all shared the same brain cell together.

Kentaro was another story though, kid basically hated your guts at first, it felt like if you were to say one sentence to him that day, he’d literally spike a ball at your direction.

“we’re basically the same year tho :(” -Y/N

“lmao well do i’ve got news for you, y/n-chan.” - Oikawa and basically everyone on the team.

you gradually start to understand the coolness of the sport since you had to incorporate visiting them once or twice a week during practice.

but suddenly it becomes almost a daily routine after a month because they’re just really friendly people??

like wow, they’re all friendly giants.

You’re literally just there to write about them but they’re really patient and kind, they even invite you to practice games so that you could practice out your skills in writing since you mentioned that you’ve never written for sports yet.

they even give you some added key terms that aren’t found in books and online.

you’re def closest to iwaizumi and matsukawa.

iwaizumi because he makes really funny fish jokes about oikawa (yes you arent supposed to be laughing but man theyre funny af, oikawa would usually call you and iwa corny because the jokes aren’t even that funny) and yes its canon that whenever iwaizumi sees an oikawa fish in textbooks, he starts laughing and joking about it.

no explanation needed why you ended up being close to matsukawa.

its obvious after that first meeting ya both would be besties.

same brain cell bros go brrt brrt.

incredibly!! supportive!! I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH

like when you release a new write up about them, Oikawa would usually go, “It’s such an honor to be apart of your first steps, can you sign this?”

dramatic but hella supportive, we stan the gr8 king

“oh, wow, i thought you said you didn’t write before? how come you sound like a professional already?” - Hanamaki

another dramatic best boi.

akira + kindaichi getting shy because they’ve never experienced this yet. So whenever you try to interview them about stats or something for a special issue, they usually end up a stuttering mess

“w-well, L/N-san...”

kentaro slowly warming up to you but still looks like he wants to spike a volleyball at your face 90% of the time but unlike before you’re used to his whole thing already.

“Move, extra.”

“You were great, by the way. That was a powerful spike!”

you may or may not be included in random ramen nights with the team

yes, oikawa buys you your own bowl of ramen

itadakimasu.

he doesn’t mind tho, he really loves how you write them.

so its sort of a thank you for giving the team justice when you write about them.

team says you’re technically part of the team so they make you your own jersey. Now when you watch your games people ask if you’re like the manager or smthng.

“ no :’) “

When they lost against shiratorizawa and karasuno, you were bawling too like you were apart of the team.

this pretty much cheered everyone up despite the loss because your crying face was apparently very funny and memable.

oh right, your article was passed on to the town’s newspaper

it was literally like 7 am on a saturday and your notifs went zoop.

they added you to their group chat and spammed you with pictures of the articles that you wrote.

“...wOW I CAN’T BELIEVE IT?? YOU GOT FRONT PAGE FOR SPORTS???” -Oikawa

“we didn’t even win the tournament but we still get a feature?? thats so cool?? holy shit?? CONGRATS KSKSKS” -matsukawa

lmao idk matsukawa looks like a keyboard smasher tbh idk why

pretty much its normal for you to even start hanging out already outside of the court and after practice to get steam buns.

more chaotic mess and clumsy you running around.

your volleyball sports writing experience wouldn’t be complete until someone accidentally spikes a ball at the back of your head amaright?

ironically, it’s yahaba who does that to you. poor smoll bean.

“wow, you’re dumb.” -kentaro says to you

“ :’)” -you.

“y/N-SAN I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.” -yahaba

overall, you found yourself in a safe haven with the volleyball team and yes, you also cried when the third years graduated.

the third years have a picture with everyone on the team + you with a very red face from all the crying?? once again, you’ve proven yourself to be a meme.

continued to write for them up until graduation.

and its def obvious you kept in touch with all of them after, duh.

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu aoba johsai #haikyuu scenarios #aoba johsai x reader #haikyu headcanons #haikyu scenarios

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