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i might just be in lo-lo-love | hawks x fem!reader
summary. Bumping into him one time was an accident then the second time, until it gradually turns to coincidences. Yet, you've never realized to have your heads over heels for this man.
genre. fluff. sfw.
word count. 600+
warnings. none. just pure fluff <3
notes. inspired by so american by olivia rodrigo <3 it was initially supposed to be long but it was slowly diverting to angst for no reason 😭 anw! enjoy this short one shot! <3
A burst of enormous laughter leaves between both of you. The atmosphere dances in the joy of your relationship as grins plaster on your faces. The music on the radio blasts its harmony as you and him sing forth, enacting gestures and movements.
The speed of the car reaches for the wind as it refreshes the both of you.
Keigo looks at you, a charming smile forms on his pretty lips. You were in a joyful mood, bopping your head. To keep up with your energy, he does the same thing you do.
"You look pretty in my clothes," he smirks as he places his warm hand on your thigh. You feel your face burn as your cheeks are soon painted red, and you clear your throat to focus on driving.
"Stop teasing me," you blush. Keigo only chuckled as he squeezed a squish of your fleshy area. You giggle at the his response. Then, hum with the song.
Soon, you arrived at your destination and the both of you got out of the car. You breathed in the fresh air as you smiled widely and your eyes beamed at the scenery before you.
Being on top of the mountain gave you shivers but from exhilaration. The sun is falling slowly to sleep as it emits a glow of golden light. The trees swayed with the wind with its fluff of colourful variants of leaves. After the fence, the city comes into view.
You sprint with giggles towards the fence before grabbing a hold of it, in awe of the city under you.
"Keigo, this is so beautiful! Come, look at this!"
He watches you run forward as he lets out a grin then follows in pursuit, standing beside you. You had your mouth agape as you carefully studied the cityscape.
As a foreigner in an unfamiliar place, you will never forget how you met him initially, he showed you directions to the restaurant you've been dying to dine at. It took a few bumps of coincidence for you to have the courage, and ask him for dinner. Surprisingly, you and Keigo vibed with each other. Thus, the second date is followed by the third, the fourth, the fifth, and so on.
After all the shitty break-ups and worthless exes you've dated, Keigo was the only man who made you feel like you were a dream to him—it sounds absurd but it's true. However, being in this dream, you fear that sooner or later, you'll wake up to a nightmare... and you don't want that to happen.
"Isn't a heavenly scene? Kei, look there—hey, stop looking at me." You tapped his shoulder rapidly as your gaze lingered on the city.
"I am already looking," you shift your attention to your right side, only to find his eyes on you. You felt a rush of red flowering your cheeks instead you pushed his face backwards.
"Stop it."
"Okay, okay, I will," he chortled as he faced forward.
You place your elbows on the fence as you palmed both of your cheeks, trying to calm the butterflies that emerged in your stomach. Your eyes glance at him on your right side. You spot the corner of his lips tilted upwards subtly as a soft gaze crosses his face. The light of the sun adorned him as it gleamed on his golden-brown eyes. His blonde hair was brushed against the wind and his chin held a bit of a goatee, giving him a suave, chill look. Especially with that casual attire; a clean grey shirt and brown cargo pants matched with numerous accessories.
Oh, why is he so damn handsome?
You feel another rush of butterflies swirling in your abdomen as you abruptly look away.
Oh god, it's just not fair of him to make you feel this much. He is so unfair. Finally, a realization hits your mind that explains your wonders as you let out a silent giggle, enjoying the feels of nature.
You might just be in love with him.
all dividers are from @cafekitsune, thank you <33
#dashitsxx#hawks fluff#hawks x reader#mha hawks#bnha hawks#dashitsxx.angel#dashitsxx.imightjustbeinlove#dashitsxx.imjbil#takami keigo x reader#mha keigo takami#bnha takami keigo#takami keigo#keigo takami
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Robin x reader where reader gets hurt in the upside down and Robin takes on the job of patching her up. Robin accidentally confesses her love for reader. Happy ending pls
okay but this is super sweet nonnie thank you for requesting!!!! also sorry for the super late reply :<
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴
cw: fem!reader, spoilers from season 4, mentions of blood and injuries, slightly angsty at the beginning (blame my dramatic ass), idiots in love as a hattie usual, eddie my sweetheart <3
a/n: thank you so much to @my-my-only-angel for proofreading and being unhinged about maya hawke, @mirclealignr being supportive through my writing process <3
wc: 600-ish
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“there you go,” robin breathes, gently settling your back to the rocks. “we’re safe here.”
you swallow hard, the tang smell of blood on your drenched t-shirt makes your head dizzy, the murky air around gets harder to breathe and the voice of the horrifying creatures around adds more to your anxiousness. “we’re not,” your eyes flutter close as a tear escapes to your sweaty cheeks, “not while we’re stuck in here.”
robin lifts your shirt, being careful to not to hurt you while taking it off. you see how her face scrunches at the sight. her face mirrors how bad it is, even though she tries her best to hide it. “you should leave me behind,” you breathe out, shaking as the cold hits your exposed skin covered in blood. “ i’ll slow you guys down.”
you knew from the moment you jumped to the water right after robin that this wasn’t a good idea. you knew you couldn’t live with the guilt of letting her behind. she was your closest friend, you couldn’t just let her jump to the death. not without you. now you can not let yourself be a burden to her.
“nonsense!” her voice quakes as she starts to wrap a piece of clothing around your torso. you hiss, another teardrop rolling down your cheek. robin panics.“ you’re not slowing us - and - and - and i’m not going to let the girl of my dreams become dinner for those bat-monster things.”
suddenly you forget about the unbearable pain you’re dealing with. you forget about you’re trapped in the upside down, probably will be dead in a few hours. cheeks heat up, her words echoing in your mind on repeat. the girl of my dreams.
“your what?”
she looks at you startled, doesn’t expecting you to hear that. mumbles something under her breath, and her hands and mouth starts to work faster than her brain, just how she says all the time. “i - i just - i meant that - i dream of all of us, steve, eddie, nancy, you, me, kids? getting out of this shit hole and living the rest of our lives happily - as friends of course. though i’m not sure about nancy and steve’s situation, i mean she’s got a boyfriend but they seem -”
you call her name, hands placing above hers. you admire her features a bit, freckles on her bumpy nose, squishy cheeks you always love to pinch when you’re annoying her now painted in crimson red, big, blue orbs batting at you under her lashes. she takes your breath away.
“yeah?”
“that -” you clear your throat, looking away immediately with embarrassment. “sounds like a great dream.”
“yeah?” she wears an idiotic smile.
“yeah.” you mime, bashfully.
eddie throws a death glare towards you. “can you two continue your - flirting or whatever the hell is going on here, when we’re out here alive, okay!” steve making a moment to hush him, only to get hushed by eddie. “am i the only one who cares about surviving here?”
after offering you her own jacket, robin makes a move to get up. but you’re quick to pull her down and place an almost unnoticeable kiss to her cherry lips. you smile at her stunned state while getting up with a struggle. your face wrinkles with pain but fails to hide the big stupid smile. you whisper down at her when her fingers press where your lips were a moment ago. “i mean we’re at the skull rock, right?”
general taglist: @scandalous-chaos
stranger things taglist: @eddieslxt @littlemisstrouble @cupids-crystals
#robin buckley#robin buckley x you#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley x y/n#robin buckley x female reader#robin buckley x fem!reader#robin buckley fluff#robin buckley blurb#robin buckley one shot#robin buckley imagine#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things
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You do what?
A Long Island native traded book publishing for birds and never looked back
Master Falconer at Sky Guardian Falconry
West Linn, Ore.
The job:
-based abatement. "We use trained falcons, hawks and owls as security guards to protect areas where pest birds congregate," said Alina Blankenship, 52. She leverages the predator-prey relationship that is hardwired into birds to avoid their predators, to deter gulls, starlings, Canada geese, pigeons, sparrows and other fowl. Unlike scarecrows or loud noises, "the birds will never acclimate to that." Her clients include airfields, stadiums, wharves, cities, golf courses and dams where opportunistic birds catch fish. In Oregon, she works with many agriculture companies, such as vineyards, which often sit in the migration paths of starlings that gather in groups of tens of thousands and can decimate a crop in minutes. "It's like a mob rush at a grocery store," Blankenship said.
Lifestyle: The schedule is dawn until dusk for agriculture jobs, on contracts of one to 16 weeks. Some falconers live on-site in a trailer, but that's not for Blankenship. "I go home," she said. Her jobs can shift with the crops, from cherries to blueberries to apples to grapes. She also cares for a dozen working birds (nine falcons, three hawks), plus four owls and a raven for education programs, with the help of a feeder.
Pay: Farmers pay $600 to $1,000 a day while urban or dam contracts can pay $750 to $1,200 a day. Jobs are often several days or weeks in a row - there's no weekends off in falconry. Sky Guardian Falconry is her company, so there's no middleman.
Backstory: Blankenship, who's originally from Long Island, was working in book publishing. One day she helped a friend remove an entrapped Cooper's hawk from a garage and was inspired to begin working with the birds when the hawk briefly perched on her arm. She apprenticed with a falconry master for two years while also volunteering for five years at a wildlife rehabilitation facility. "I did her education programs, taking her great horned owl to kindergartens," Blankenship said. Eventually, she became a licensed wildlife educator. "When people are eight inches away from these giant yellow eyes, it's transformative for them." A few years later, she discovered abatement - which the government began licensing only 15 years ago - and which she thought would improve her falconry. "In a year I'll have birds in the air more than some falconers will in their entire careers."
How it works: The goal is to teach pest birds that the neighborhood is just terrible. If 10,000 birds fly over a crop, Blankenship will send her saker falcon up into the air. "She's a winged border collie, and she escorts them off the property," she said. Some of the birds might scatter onto the ground, and to move them, she'll send out her aplomado falcon, the equivalent of a chihuahua. "She'll fly out of my car window and down that row, scare away all the birds that were hiding there, and fly back into my cupholder." The strategy shifts depending on factors like the weather, season and type of pest bird: For example, blueberry crops attract nesting birds like robins and finches. The falcons never kill - they just reroute unwanted birds - because Blankenship provides just enough food to keep their energy high but catch-and-kill motivation low.
Worst day at work: "When everybody doesn't get home," she says. Falcons can be injured by barbed wire or power lines, get attacked or be hit by automobiles.
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ACTION COMICS #600, SUPERMAN #18
May/June 1988
By John Byrne, Roger Stern, Geroge Perez, Kurt Schaffenberger, Mike Mignola, Curt Swan, Murphy Anderson, Jerry Ordway, Dick Giordano, Karl Kesel, Tom Ziuko, Petra Scotese, John Costanza, Bill Oakley, and Albert DeGuzman.
Superman and Wonder Woman go on a date, but they find themselves in Mount Olympus, fighting against Darkseid (story started in Wonder Woman #16).
Lex Luthor discovers he made a huge mistake.
Lois Lane realizes she is no competition for Wonder Woman, and in a moment of weakness, feels attraction for Clark Kent.
Jimmy helps Superman as a wave of Kryptonite radiation hits Earth and he will have to get help from him. Man-Bat.
Then the Haws will take Superman to the place where Krypton was, where Superman would hallucinate a different way history could have gone.
SCORE: 10
I was never a fan of the date between Superman and Wonder Woman, and I have to say that it is not the reason this story accomplished a perfect score. It has more to do with all the other plots (including "Return to Krypton", which wasn't my favorite story either, but it's visually impressive).
Action Comics #600 brought back some of the most recognizable Superman artists (it was Superman's 50th Anniversary after all). It was also the end of Superman's "run" in Action Comics. He would continue for forty-something issues in a short serialized story, but the book would become weekly and disconnected from the other Super-titles.
The reveal of Luthor losing his hand because of Kryptonite radiation was a vert smart touch, and another reference to the silver age (when Luthor used to blame Superboy for the accident where he lost his hair).
The last story in the book connects with Superman #18, as Man-Bat goes to ask the Haws for help. Now, have in mind that these Hawks are a temporal inconsistency (one of the results of reintroducing them five years after Crisis), but hopefully that won't ruin the experience.
"Return to Krypton" was always a very sad story. The planet was in a way reforming, but it would take so long for that to happen, that Superman would never properly get to see it again.
The story also introduced recent visual concepts from the "World of Krypton" mini-series.
But there are many thoughts that you can take from this story, beyond the simple "you can never go home again".
It establishes that Superman being the only survivor of Krypton, was "the right choice", as Kryptonians on Earth would have gone mad with power, and Kal-El himself would be used to maintain that power.
It also reinforces the idea that Superman doesn't belong anywhere but Earth.
And in the end, when he tries to replicate the cure for Kryptonite he saw Jor-El do in his hallucination, he realizes it was inert and that it was probably a good thing that something could take him out, just in case he got corrupted.
The whole thing was beautifully drawn by Mike Mignola, who you wouldn't normally associate with Superman, but at the time was doing super-hero work.
As for the date between Superman and Wonder Woman... the two decided that they weren't right for each other. Superman realized he couldn't really be at "god" level, and Wonder Woman... well... you would need to read Wonder Woman #17 to know what she really thought...
#comics#review#dc comics#modern age#1988#superman#wonder woman#action comics#hawman#hawkwoman#mike mignola#john byrne#george perez#krypton#man-bat#lex luthor
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I have a tag from @polutrope for this, and since it's summer break I'm going to not forget to respond for once :-D
So, wanted to get some hiatus rec lists going and encourage some self promo in my friends so how about sharing your top fics no matter how big or small - give us the links to your wonderful words with the Most hits/Most kudos/Most comments/Most bookmarks/Most words/Least words.
And oh goodness, it's been a while since I posted any fic so let's see what comes up!
Most hits: Warriors Such As. Not surprising! (It's a DA2 fic with my Hawke/Fenris and is the last of a series with them, the previous three in the series being much shorter than this one.)
Most kudos: Wool Tinkering. Also not surprising, for who doesn't like fewer than 600 words of Perc'ahlia fluff about knitting? :-D This one still reliably gets kudos e-mails after all these years...
Most comment threads: Soul and Shield. I regret to inform you that this is a work in progress which I last updated in...yikes, 2019? It also is part of a series, this one about my Watcher Violet from Pillars of Eternity (or at least, it's the sequel to Clan and Court, which is happily finished because it was way less ambitious, and which probably should be read first for S&S to make sense?) I do still have my notes for this fic but I don't know if I will manage to finish writing it at this point. I started writing it before Deadfire and...Deadfire did not do much to inspire its continuation, I guess.
Most bookmarks: Beneficium Accipere Libertatem Est Vendere. My Fenris & Varania fic! The bookmarkers have excellent taste, this is one of my own favorites.
Most words: Co-written, there's Prepare For The Dawn at 137K thus far, which is adapted from the Pillars of Eternity ttrpg campaign GMed by @grumpy-jedi and played by @starlightcleric, @dragonologist-phd, @serenbach86, and me. Of my solo fics, it's Soul and Shield...unfinished, yet still the most words at 95K.
Fewest words: Cards and Choices, my first Critical Role fic, 228 words inspired by the moment in game that sold me on Perc'ahlia!
Bonus: Since this tag game emerged from the Tolkien/Silmarillion fandom and my actual Silm fics are not statistical stand-outs up against Critical Role and Dragon Age, honorable mention to Fall of the Hammer about Rog from the Fall of Gondolin, and In the Mirror, also about Gondolin and the only fic I've written about any of my LOTRO characters (hm, wait, that's not true, I had backstory for Linett on the old my.lotro blogs aaaaaages ago when I was still on the Nimrodel server...I should track that down and put it up on AO3 I suppose).
I shall tag (if you want to!) @serenbach86, @dragonologist-phd, @starlightcleric, @queen-scribbles, @risualto, @haledamage, @loquaciousquark and @jadesabre301.
#tag games#ranna writes#...is that my tag? do i have a writing tag? it's been years since i used one if so...
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There’s finally a new promo!
So for the uninitiated, I have this really bad chat fic on my Ao3 account, when it got really out of hand I stopped updating and didn’t give updates for months and then decided “screw it! let’s redo it!” There was a bit more to it of course, but that’s the gist.
This! This right here is the 2nd promo for the complete version of the fic (aka the rewritten one, you get it). Is it messy? Yes. Do I care? Sorta because I stared at it for hours and had plenty of time to fix things before it got out of hand. But it’s fine.
Timelapse: https://www.instagram.com/reel/ClhCrLnpdbK/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
First promo: https://www.tumblr.com/alythelostsoul/699299331257286656/chat-fic-rewrite-promo-1-its-messy-and-i-dont?source=share
Anyway, anyway, the fic
I should go over that.
L.O.V: Reloaded is the complete edition of the League of Villains chat fic I posted back in December of 2020 on Ao3 that was simply called L.O.V (my naming skills were great, weren’t they?). The original fic, now dubbed L.O.V [Draft] has over 16k hits and over 600 kudos and has stagnated after being discontinued a few months ago, which I’m fine with, please do not go find and read that.
Despite that being my highest rated fic in all my years of writing fanfiction, I could not in good conscious continue writing it after it got away from me last year, it became a disaster and didn’t make any sense. There were flaws everywhere and I just couldn’t deal with it.
L.O.V: Reloaded seeks to fix all the issues that were present in the original fic.
It’s approximately half in chat form and approximately half out of it in order to make the plot flow in a more organic fashion, if the whole fic was in chat form it wouldn’t work. The original fic was actually this way too but there was no warning that time that it would go out of chat because I didn’t expect it to when I started it and the majority of the fic at the beginning was in chat form, now there will be out of chat moments mixed in throughout.
Now the story, I’m not going to give much away- here’s the synopsis that would actually work for both versions in a way;
L.O.V is a chat/ooc fic that follows the League of Villains as they discover that hero society isn’t what it seems
I’m super bad at synopses, that sounds so basic and like every fucking fic out there
uhhh
Hawks is important even if he doesn’t seem it at the beginning as he doesn’t become a permanent part of the cast for awhile
Ashido and Midoriya are important as well, they’re a redemption duo so to speak
I’m sorry I’m bad at explaining these
I should let my editor/beta reader write my descriptions for me
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How did you die, Snowy? The full story?
"Boss....?"
"We have to face our demons sooner or later... You can tell them, Snow."
"Alright... Atreya was still riding her hubris when we all met up. The same hubris the Rouges have now. We had robbed a few islands and temples worth of treasure without much problem, and in turn got a good number of Mobians on our crew. Around 600 or 800 in total. Each with a ship of their own per full crew."
"One day, the old navigator came across a map leading to an island just a couple knots away from where we were. The plan originally was to turn it into a treasure dump since it looked like nobody was really using the land."
"I gave the order to set sail for the island... And when we got there we were greeted by a large temple. But on top of that, there were a wide assortment of animals. Not Mobians, full on animals, livestock. All them looked at us the same...like they were begging us to turn around and go the other way. Were I in my right of mind, I probably would've listened to that warning."
"The crew made port on the island but Typhon stayed up high. Shortly after, we were greeted by a black hawk named Circe... She invited us in with open arms and promises of food, drink, and good company."
"I don't know when it actually hit but before I knew it, we were all entrapped by the atmosphere of the temple. Days turned to weeks, and weeks into months. Time I don't regret losing, it's my crew that cut the deepest. Six hundred strong was decimated to just four. Five counting Snowy among the "living."
"Those "animals" I mentioned prior? They were all either Mobians or some other form of person before getting transformed by that witch..."
"When reality finally hit we searched high and low for the crew but all Circe allowed us to find were piles of bones picked clean. Leta ended up grabbing one of Snowy's before we took off back to Typhon. Ever since then Snowy's ghost has been "haunting" the ship. Anyway...that's the story."
"S'why Aria refuses to eat anything she hasn't prepared herself, why Snowy is a ghost, and so on..."
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March Reads
10 books!
Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail by Ashley Herring Blake (★ ★ ★/5): I loved getting to see Astrid be a normal human being with wants and needs and I especially loved her getting with a woman!! And telling off her awful mother!! (mommy issues hit hard bro)
Blue Monday by Nicci French (★ ★ ★/5): this was such an interesting little mystery involving twins and I loved how Frida was like "I'm a criminal investigator now" and broke like 10 laws. I was also not expecting that ending holy shit (he killed his twins and took his place)
Lady Smoke by Laura Sebastian (★ ★ ★/5): honestly, I'm not sure anything actually happened in this book aside from a weird love triangle, this 16 yr old queen realizing she doesn't know shit and some half-assed revival from the dead “twist” at the end.
Ember Queen by Laura Sebastian (★ ★ ★/5): this series finale wasn’t too bad, I still feel like if it was written as an adult book it could’ve done so much more with the characters and plot, but I’ll accept it. People die, Theo learns to wield fire, and there’s a lot of unnecessary injures. Truly, where would they be without Heron. Don’t get me started on the dream walking.
The Power of Trees by Peter Wohlleben (★ ★ ★/5): this was a good book, if a little more scientific than I was expecting. Definitely made me think about the human relationship with trees and how we really do take them for granted.
By Any Other Name by Erin Cotter (★ ★ ★/5): I love historical tellings of gay people- factual correctness aside. I did not, however, enjoy the incessant use of the word “tis.” If you’re going to commit to 16th century England you gotta do it all the way and not just sprinkle it in here and there. I did loveeee our chaotic asf mc though- he doesn’t know anything except lust and money (and sometimes love)
From Blood and Ash by Jennifer Armentrout (★ ★ ★ ★ /5): finally got around to this book and let me just say… these new high fantasy authors need more editors. Has no one told them that repetition is the bane of my existence?? If I read the word “Maiden” one more time I’m gonna lose it. On that note though, this book wasn’t too bad overall. I found it highly predictable (like duh of course Hawke is the dark prince) but once I accepted I wouldn’t be surprised I was able to enjoy it. I love me a good vampire story and this delivered.
A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Jennifer Armentrout (★ ★ ★/5): someone please tell me why it took the entire book for the characters to move from one place to another. Seriously. There seemed to be little development character and plot-wise and while it was quite steamy... *something* should've happened in 600 pages.
A Crown of Gilded Bones by Jennifer Armentrout (★ ★ ★/5): this book was far better than the second one but I'm still chasing that high of book one. Book three is almost too much, Poppy goes from being crowned to kidnapped to rescued to dying to being revived and "Ascended" all within the first 80 ish pages... and then after that there's still 600 pages to go. In the course of the book her parentage gets "revealed" like 6 times and finally lands on her being a god? It was good, action-packed and smutty, but my god, someone needs to teach this author the skills of pacing.
Iris Kelly Doesn't Date by Ashley Herring Blake (★ ★ ★ ★ /5): this was such a good end to the little Bright Falls trilogy; I love me a good bisexual mess who doesn't know how much love she deserves. I just didn't like the breakup at the end, it felt like the author was trying to add a little angst in there and it didn't really work because we all knew they would get back together. But hey, I'm never gonna pass up a fake dating trope.
#astrid parker doesn't fail#iris kelly doesn’t date#ashley herrring blake#bright falls trilogy#lady smoke#ember queen#by any other name#from blood and ash#a kingdom of flesh and fire#a crown of gilded bones#jennifer l armentrout#adult fiction#adult fantasy#fantasy#fiction#romance#lgbtq romance#lgbtq books#young adult fantasy#ya fantasy#lgbtq fiction#march 2024#booklr#reader#books#reading#book blog#book review#books and reading
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The Hang Seng Index opened 12 points lower on Tuesday, at 19,644. It fell 279 points to a more than 3-month low of 19,377 after rising 44 points in the early period. The loss narrowed in the last session and closed at 19,503 points, down 153 points.Down 153 points. The HS technology index closed at 4,141, down 11 points. The main board's full-day turnover was HK$86.6 billion.
The Hang Seng Index hit another three-month low and closed at the previous low of 19,469 points. In the short term, it is expected to revisit the May low of 19,178 points, and then fall below the mid-March low of 18,235 points. According to the head-and-shoulders trend, 16,123 points can be seen. Unless there are earth-shaking changes in China's political situation, the weakness of Hong Kong stocks will be difficult to return.
The market is watching this week's Federal Reserve Chairman Powell's speech at the Jackson Hole meeting. Investors are cautious in entering the market. After a round of rebounds, US stocks have recently declined. It is rare for the Dow to drop more than 600 points on Monday. Coupled with the recent remarks by the Federal Reserve officials that "hawking" and the unresolved problem of natural gas shortage in Europe, the market is worried that the above problems will cause the US stock market to enter the "bear three".
U.S. economic activity has contracted for two consecutive months, and U.S. stocks were repeatedly under pressure on Tuesday (23rd). The Dow closed at 32,909 points, down 154 points or 0.47%; the benchmark index closed at 4,128 points, down 9 points or 0.22%; the Nasdaq closed at 12,381 points, down less than 1 point.
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Hopelesshawks 600 Follower Event
The results are in! Thank you so much to everyone who filled out the form and I know this is a bit late 💀 but I’m finally ready to announce my 600 follower celebration.
Follower Event: Match Up+Drabble
Tell me about yourself! Your hobbies, your likes, your dislikes, what you like or want in a relationship, maybe your zodiac or MyersBriggs, literally anything you’re willing to share is helpful and fair game. I’ll then match you with someone from BNHA and write a fluffy snapshot from your relationship. If you’re on anon or don’t have your pronouns on your blog and you don’t tell me which to use for you I’ll default to they/them.
Celebratory Oneshot: Hawks Song Fic
Perhaps unsurprisingly (although for a second Shouto actually had the lead), y’all voted for Hawks to get a song fic to celebrate my blog’s growth. I’m not 100% sure when I’ll get around to writing this since I’ll probably be starting Misreflections soon, but it will be written eventually. Since I’m not getting started right away, feel free to send me suggestions for songs to use! Traditionally I’ve done BTSxBNHA for these events but that’s because when I first started this blog it was also a BTS one. I’m pretty sure by now most of y’all joined after I made a side blog to put my BTS reblogs on instead lol so don’t feel that tradition has to continue. I’m all ears for what you think may work, although I can’t guarantee I’ll take your suggestion. As soon as I know what song I’ll use I’ll make an announcement to let y’all know
Thank you all so, so much for 600 followers. I appreciate each and every one of y’all from the bottom of my heart. All posts for this event, including follower match ups and the fic, will be tagged #Hawks hits 600
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Lots planned in the coming two months 👁👁 there’s just something about fall that gets the creative juices flowing. You guys can look forward to fun seasonal fics and collabs!
I’m also hoping to get my villain!Deku fic out this month or early next month, I just have to buckle down and finish it lol. It’s going to be pretty massive; think Washing Dishes or My Lady. Aizawa’s In Your Arms is pretty close to being done too, but it’ll be published after villain!Deku—then it’ll be time for those collabs! I hope to hit a certain follower milestone by the end of October. If I do, I’ll do some prompts! I don’t really wanna promise anything wrt that but I missed a 500 follower event and I kinda wanna make up for it ❤️
#i absolutely encourage yall to ask me about villain deku#hes very fun ok#if i buckle down and write these things i might also make some steady progress on Shining Armor#which is the massive bodyguard bakugo fic#im thinking i might publish it for my first anniversary on this blog#which is actually on hawks’ bday so the new year lol#i just hit 600 followers btw!!!#which is crazy i love all of you 🥺 thank you for enjoying my content#iffff youve stuck with these tags this long i have a littol secret to share wif u#might be spreading out to haikyuu in September 👁👁#two of the possible collabs r in my good friend’s haikyuu server!#and ive been thinking about doing haikyuu stuff too 🥰 so what better way than that?
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰
Warnings? Black Widow Spoilers, Bakugo being put in his place
Pairings? Sero, Hawks, Shinso????
Part 1/?
Quirk? Quirkless/ Unknown
Severely Unedited
Principle Nezu has a past. Class 3a otherwise known as 1a can only graduate if they help take down the Red Room with other heroes. Somehow fighting a bunch of little girls is much harder than it seems.
Also bakugo loses to a little girl.
Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
It had only been a week since you’d been free. And you spent that entire week traveling around the world quietly inactivating widows.
You had to admit Dreykov’s plan was excellent. In a world full of quirks, what or who do you least expect to rise up and actually take over the world? Quirkless females. It made sense.
It was a perfect plan. But you knew they needed to be free. A lot of them were old friends and the rest were new friends. Girls who now trusted you and always had your back. They convinced you to appeal to principle Nezu, a mutual experiment and controlled soldier. The hero commission unfortunately only allowed you to walk free if they could use your skillsets for their personal gain. So you took the bullet for the others signing most of your life over to them.
Which is how you got here.
You were adjusting the folders in front of you, as you heard Nezu asking everyone to sit down. The conference room was one of UA’s biggest which allows two entrances. You stood outside the one no one else walked through.
Principle Nezu insisted for everyone to wear there hero suits which included you too. Not so much hero as it is spy but it’ll work.
It was a simple black one piece, made into a turtle neck. On your thigh was a holster with a gun. In your boot was a dagger and on your back were dual baton weapons that could be put together or kept separate.
“We have a hero in need of our help, I call the Widow into this conference room,” that meant you.
Taking a deep breath you pushed the door open and walked through.
You could see two heroes you recognized. Eraserhead and Hawks. One you knew as an underground hero and other from the news media.
Everyone else was a face you’d never seen before.
“Hello,” you bowed, “I am a spy who now works for the hero commission,” you stood at the end of the table your files sitting on it, “but before that I was raised by a man named Dreykov with a group of other girls,” from your files you pulled out a picture showing the heroes.
“He trained me and 600 other females to become widows,” you stopped as Principle Nezu turned on the screen behind you.
You weren’t sure how you could explain it. But you were thankful he put something together. The camera was blurry and someone seemed to be carrying it. The camera appeared to be hidden, otherwise theres no way it could have gotten out.
There were men in black suits, carrying huge guns. The camera glitched, a hand moved into view grabbing onto a young girl. Behind her were other little girls.
You could recognized a few. The man behind the camera grabbed another girl pulling her with him as they entered a facility. The second girl he pulled had a gold chain on her hand. Your hand moved to your wrist, the familiar gold chain somehow still with you after all those years.
Along the walls were other girls holding stuffed animals, some fiddling with their hair, others crying and even some screaming for help. Your heart stung as you remembered the screams.
The camera glitched again, showing you. A few years older sitting in front of an old tv, there was a juice box in your hand and you sipped slowly watching the cartoon. It switched again, to you firing a pistol at a target system. And then you in hand to hand combat with another widow.
Syringes, files, and red flashed across the screen and you looked down. The video ended.
Eraserhead sighed, "So it's real," he looked to you, "I've only heard stories."
Hawks leaned forward, "How is the man controlling them?"
Princple Nezu shook his head, "This group is the same group I escaped from many years ago, they had me working on a chemical to control minds. I didn't realize I succeeded," he stared off into the distance, "I fear my work has come back to haunt me."
A boy with green hair turned to the principle, "How do we have this footage?"
You took that as your cue, "I was freed by a serum an older widow created to combat the mind control, I was able to free other widows who was able to find an old guard of Dreykov's who defected. He'd stolen the footage to one day use as evidence."
The heroes nodded, "What quirks did Dreykov collect into his army?" One tall firey man asked, his voice loud and commanding.
You tilted your head almost confused. You'd heard of the term before and you were positive you knew what it was, "Quirks... that's a power right?" You turned to Nezu who nodded, "Right, Dreykov only choose quirkless girls. Easier to control and less unstable," you explained.
One kid burst out laughing, "Then what's the big deal? A bunch of quirkless girls against a group of heroes? I could just blast them in seconds," he slapped his knee.
In the second he began talking. You backed up against the wall he was sitting near and you found yourself inches from behind him. The heels you wore couldn't be heard even against the tile and you were almost grateful for your training.
As he finished his sentence, your foot kicked his chair, causing him to sputter out words in shock. He attempted to stand and the heroes around you almost stood but Principle Nezu lifted his hand stopping them. As he stood, his hand turned to face you, but you caught his wrist, and your knee raised hitting his side right above his hip. He grunted in pain and in that moment, you jumped up, your legs wrapping around his neck and threw yourself down throwing him towards the wall.
The boy coughed violently, the dent in the wall enough to show your strength. He would never admit it, but that hurt.
"How did you do that?" Someone asked. He seemed to be one of his friends as he moved over to help him.
The boy ripped his hand away not accepting any of the help.
You ignored him, "I was able to free all the widows planted around the world undercover, but there's still three classes that follow Dreykov wherever he goes. Around the world there are facilities stationed where he collects the girls and starts there training, those locations have been given to us. Once we hit them, his security will tighten but we'll be able to take him down once and for all."
Principle Nezu began speaking, "The Hero Commision has given us permission to engage the targets, students of Class 1-a this will be your final exam in UA. Complete each mission and you'll graduate as full fledge heroes."
You noticed the students nodding there heads serious and ready to start.
Some of them appeared to be familiar. Some of them were considered threats and you remembered seeing some of their files when you were under.
#mha reader insert#mha x reader#red room#blackwidow#black widow#mha x marvel#mha x black widow#bnha x reader#bnha#mha#bnha x oc#shinso x reader#sero x reader#hawks x reader#black widow movie#black widow spoilers#bw spoilers#dreykova
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Antinomy
Part 2; things are brewing. VIBE
“Do you know the spiritual meaning of 11? What about in numerology? You’ll find it quite intriguing, funny even… until it starts making sense.” You’ve witnessed and harnessed the way and days he had grown to be; this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers.
Pairing -> Childe x Harbinger!Fem!Reader
Word Count -> 5217
Themes -> Friends to admirers, mentor, fluffy, suddenly ANGST
Series -> #Sojourner Specials (600 Followers Event) Part 1
Warning -> Blood and injury
Maybe it was stubbornness, his unhinged desire for the thrill of a fight, or you mistaken misguidance. Many possibilities, really, but Childe knows it had nothing to do with all of those. You're not to blame for his mistakes, but he sure as hell would have to pay for the mess he just created.
vi. fontaine
The show felt like a dance made to lure and trance such audience, and despite his resolve and difference in agendas, the strong Harbinger had been victim to the beauty of the show. Of swaying thin clothes and alluring flicks of the hips.
“We’re not co-workers, we don’t know each other, remember that.”
Tambourines and lyres synced through the performance as men and women alike cheered and stumbled to the songs. The Snezhnayan dancers set the bar high in terms of beauty as the Fatui disguised as performers indulged the crowd in symphony and dance, as if the whole nation was under a mania, no one saw and no one heard. They just followed lead as the agents lulled their own targets into a sense of security and joy.
In the middle of the crowd you lead the choreography as the main dancer, distinguished by the colors of your garb and its grandiosity, yet still respectably covered compared to the other performers. Your main objective was to catch the havoc of a man that left the headquarters of your organization in flames at his wake; and yet, it was instead Childe that was allured to your spell.
An intoxicated man had been eyeing your behind with drooling eyes for a while now, and with the assistance of liquid courage, he reached his hand out to get a feel- when it landed on gray pants of firmness. “Oh my, I didn’t know you swing that way, citizen,” you whipped around to see Childe directly behind you, who was also has his head angled to look behind him where a Fontaine man stumbled back in disgust. His hand clutched to his chest as if it were burned. “Sad news tho, I’m off the table, try someone else maybe.”
Before you can register the edge in his voice, he was already guiding you by the hand back to your dancing stride. You were momentarily stunned but devolved into a glare at his current recklessness, “Come now, Lady Viscaria.” He addressed you by your dancer name. “The whole world is high in the clouds around us, this would be a moment no one will remember.” You didn’t even need to look to know he was right, and you succumbed with a sigh.
Childe didn’t realize just how small your hands are compare to his, the softness of it in contrast to the rough texture of his gloves. If he knew, if only he knew, he would have removed them before you had entertained the idea. Your steps were lithe and your turns were grace manifested, eyes closed yet a gentle smile equipped on your face, the ones you had been wearing ever since you started the performance. “So this is how you fight.” He mumbled with his own grin when he had spun you back against his form, your feet glides against the pavement yet barely touching it as you seemingly floated to place. If he hadn’t known better he would have thought you were an Anemo Vision wielder.
Soon enough the square dissipated to give way to the ferocious dance you two had eased into. Steps became more pointed, arms tensed and strong, and the turns was almost reminiscent of martial arts as you seemingly evade each other’s swings. Suddenly a kick aimed to hit his chest forced him to jump back, and at the other side you dropped your foot, a taunting smirk and a condescending gaze set upon him. His blue eyes widened.
And the elegance of the tango from earlier turned into a vicious round of capoeira, powerful kicks and jumps yet not made to touch each other. Your figure leaped into a crescent kick when he had made a sweep to hit your ankles, him immediately rolling to the side to evade the blow. Dropping to the ground with your ankles and knees bent, a leg outstretched you gasped, and went into a running start towards him, “Lift!” A single command yet he knew what he needed to do.
Gripping your hips upon your leap his strong arms easily eased you high up, your legs were kicked high up and one bent farther back and you steadied yourself by gripping on to his shoulders. The atmosphere turned tense and the only sound you can hear were the ragged breaths you heave up close. And the crowd around then explodes into a round of applause.
Childe seemed to have snapped out of a trance from the foreign noise, breaking the eye contact you both held as he slowly placed you down. There was a sudden bashfulness to him then. But was once again pulled away from his reverie when you quite literally pulled him out of the square into a dark alley, eyes glinting dangerously as a toothy smirk donned your lips, “I saw him, the redhead.”
...
The chains felt sentient. As it flies forward to try and capture him, Childe conjured a wave to sweep it away only for it to change angles to strike at him again. It pierced through the pavement he was once on before it moved to retract back to the owner. At the other side, Childe had a glimpse of your more successful fight with the fugitive as your polearm easily deflected the advances of the chains, even if it gets caught sometimes. Your Cryo Vision would always make quick work of freezing and breaking the chains.
None of you expected a non-elemental fight, and this seemed more complicated of a battle than you would have thought. The man carried with him the aura you feel when you use your delusion, you grimly thought as you ducked out of another barrage, sensing the frustration and desperation of the enemy. You were barely breaking a sweat, you’d see his red eyes take notice, and you weren’t even using both of your hands to fight. With another smirk, your Vision then glowed by your side as you raised your arm. The hooded man braced for impact, but instead he felt a force hit his lower half- water current from Childe, and suddenly it solidified to ice upon your avalanche. His hand where the strange device were also covered to render him useless.
An arrow and a spear’s tip was now aimed to his heart. “Well, well, that was a nice fight, Ragnvindr,” you leaned down close enough to see the finer details of his hawk mask, you saw his eyes squint into a glare. He knows he lost. By your side Childe relaxed his arms and dematerialized his bow, the next part should be yours to work on. “Thank you for your dedication, but this atrocity ends now.” You straightened your back and took a step back, angling your spear to his throat. As his eyes close to succumb to death, your head would angle itself slightly to see Childe’s reaction
when a golden flicker appeared past his shoulder.
“CHILDE!” The devil himself felt the air leave his lungs at the force that punched at his chest, enough to immobilize him as he was punted to the ground. Before he could even recover, the pavement around shifted and crumbled to create a wall between him and the frozen Diluc. He heard the ice breaking and two pairs of feet scrambling away. “Fuck, he had an accomplice,” he breathed as he took his stand, about to give chase to the escapees. That is until he registered his mentor-
barely standing with a stalagmite pierced through her stomach.
“Chi...lde.” You gripped the pointed tip of the structure to keep yourself up as your legs started to lose feeling. He was there hovering over you, unsure where to touch or how to assist. Fuck. Fuck. This was his fault. “Go... chase, I’ll be- I’ll be fine...”
And then you blacked out.
vii. seven correspondence
There were multiple parchment of the same color littering his office desk filled with different lengths of paragraphs. Childe's quarters in the palace was cozy and wide, and nothing could be heard but the sound of his fountain pen scratching the surface of the paper with ease.
"Letters are important in Snezhnaya," you perked up from your unfocused gaze from his window, where you silently watched the brewing blizzard manifesting outside. Your eyes made contact with his genuinely gentle ones that still lingered at the task at hand, "why not write one?"
"Letters are commonplace in Snezhnaya," you corrected as you made your way to his side to snoop in his letters. He did not seem to mind. After all you'd pretty much already the whole of his family that one awkward encounter. He was working on the seventh letter and your eyes lingered around the six finished ones: there was one for each younger siblings, one meant for the two older brothers, another for the older sister, and one for his parents. "It's not necessary for me to write, I don't have an address in mind to begin with."
Is that so, he mumbled under his breath before the conversation died down once again to little scratches. A lot of his words had tales to tell about his stay in Fontaine, you realized the most details were poured into the contents for his parents. At the mention of this nation, your hand ghosts over your stomach.
The bandages from long ago had already been dispatched. And yet the stiffness of it has still affected your composure as well as the weird pull of the skin from the stitches. Only a nasty scar was left in its wake to remind you of the failed encounter and it forced you to make drastic wardrobe changes to your performing attire.
You saw Childe's shoulders slightly tense at your action.
"Childe," his grip on the pen tightened yet he kept his head down. You didn't mind. His mind was going overdrive again, probably. "Who are you writing that last letter for?"
He felt like he'd dodged an arrow over the way he had relaxed, slumped down even when he met eyes with better resolution within it. "It's for a special someone," his signature smile was back, "I've met her long ago and I've always made sure to send her a letter yearly as thanks."
Thanks? "Thanks?" The letter (it was short, you realized) was already folded before you could peek at the words within. You knew Childe was good-looking, but for him to have a girlfriend waiting for years as he drowns in his work, quite irrational and yet painful. Painful... to you?
"I've met a girl back when I was 14," he was suddenly up and bustling as he bundled up his letters. Urgent you followed to listen to his tale as best as you can with his long legs. "I never knew her name or her face, but she saved me from the wolves back in Morepesok. I never properly gave her my thanks, so yearly I would leave letters at the woods where she'd gone, and hope that she'll be able to read them and know that I lived because of her." You already halted your advances to chase after him as you stood before the doors of the Palace. He didn't seem to mind, he kept going until he was gone.
...Morepesok was a seaside fishing village with a vast white forest by the edges in which ferocious wolves and bears usually haunt. After your promotion to the Palace, you had never once set foot in the village, much less the woodland. Where you are right now.
You held a steady hand against your stomach as you retraced the familiar route you'd gone, something so far away you would have expected to forget it by now. That was six years ago, you counted as you reached the clearing in horror of its emptiness, there should be six letters here by now.
A snapping twig had you whirling to look behind you. "So, it really was you." His gentle blue orbs had met your widened ones, breathless you both were, but for different reasons.
"So you lied about the letters," the mocking pout on your lips had made him laugh. A sprinkle of red dusts his cheeks, and he was quick to hide it with the familiar letter on his hand.
"I didn't lie about this one," your upturned palms received the crispy envelope, carefully opening the seal and unfolding its contents, "I wanted to make sure I was right."
'Your sacrifice had given me a new chance, a new life, a new beginning. I wish I was there to thank you for protecting me, but this time, I will get stronger and make sure-'
"I'll be the one protecting you from now on." He finished, and the red dust over your own cheeks felt like torches made to melt the mightiest icicles.
viii. fleeting glances
Signora had always been the type of person to only make appearances when necessary, but most of her dirty work were done by her subordinates, her own little army. She's the coordinator and observer at the back as things were weaved into place for her. Like a flower on the wall, the Fair Lady knows and notices details.
The first one was by the entrance, the second was by the veranda. The third, fourth and fifth were by the hallways. The sixth was by the throne room. The seventh was outside. And the eight was that in front of her—
Childe disliked being in the same area or even breathing space as her, this much Signora knew. He was a kid still under training over the ways of the Fatui, but there was nothing more he hated than the way the Fair Lady handles her work, her soldiers. But it came with the aesthetic, and he had no other means to pry until he had finally grasped the way the cogs turn in this organization known as the Fatui.
The youngest Harbinger never looked her directly in the eye or even dare spare her the glance when it was not needed. And in all honesty, it was quite bothersome the first few times. After all, Tartaglia carried with him a certain charm.
His eyes would either narrow or be guarded for any other Harbinger that comes his way, respectful or dismissive, the options fleet through those whenever. But there was one humane and warm look he gives at special occasions, for a special someone, and Signora finally witnessed it in full view and detail—
The crease between his eyebrows would immediately ease as his eyes break free from its squinted, slanted form. The dark depths at the middle would dilate as his expression quirks up, teeth usually visible through parted lips as he dons an easy smile. And Signora would be taken aback by the immediate change as she follows the trail of his stare.
The gold was the first to strike with the way the trinkets hang by the waist, and the warm and mellow colors so contrary to the Fatui colors draws away the unease of onlookers. It was to make sure that no association with the Fatui would be made, that was your calculated explanation was upon your choice of 'uniform.' You've just came from a short trip to Natlan to gather all data to be reported to the Tsaritsa, and during that time the 11th had been under no one's particular care.
You passed by their forms (pass is a strong word, they were off to the far side, honestly) with your report in hand, humming to yourself as you continued your way to the throne room. That demeanor only means that you had good news to tell, good news for everyone.
The glance was gone fast as the moment ended, and his hard look came albeit much lighter this time. But the way Signora smirked signified she'd noticed, and his look only grew stiffer.
"Come now, pretty boy, show that look often."
The Fair Lady's laugh echoed inside the Palace walls as Tartaglia stomps off to where you had gone, to wait after the dusk convention respectfully.
ix. years of employment
Of the many milestones that could have been celebrated, it was done in an odd number at the most peculiar time. Yes, it is no surprise for everyone to know that you had been working for the Fatui for nine whole years now. And honestly, you shouldn't have been surprised that your younger colleague with the weird ways of his Abyss-induced brains, decided that it was time your anniversary be celebrated instead of waiting another year for the double digits mark.
"Please tell me we're not going to your house again," you softly pleaded as Childe continued to guide you through the paths in the main city of Snezhnaya. "As much as I appreciate their caring atmosphere, I'm not too keen on the idea of pretending to be the head honcho of the toy-selling company of Snezhnaya."
To this, Childe guffawed to a boisterous laugh, pulling his hand away from your back to clutch at his convulsing stomach. You pursed your lips in distaste of his reaction, but then it would loosen up to a smile as you watched him still try to catch his breathe.
After that, the trip had continued with only small chatter in between as you descended further to the edges of the city. You haven't been to this area, simply because of the fact that there were no patrols needed around the cityless wasteland where you are headed, and the glint of surprise had fixed a knot at Childe's back. Relief painted his face.
And you found yourself in front of a frozen lake, with hanging lights decorating the leafless trees by it, and a small table filled to the brim with food. "Lady toyseller!" You shot a glare at your student who averted his gaze away easily to focus on his other siblings. This heretic lied—
"Big brother said it's a special occasion! To commemorate your anniversaries for being in the toyselling business!" Your glare died down to a look of confusion, and the family gathered back into a homely atmosphere. So it seems that Childe coincidentally joined the Fatui the same day as you, two years apart. And he said nothing about it.
"We've been celebrating since the last three years, if we had known, you could have been with us!" And with that you were pulled in by Tonia to the table where her mother was, congratulating you for your hardwork and patience as she offers you to taste some of the food they had brought for the picnic.
"I know you've been helping my son ever since he became a Harbinger," you looked up to Childe's mother in wonder as your mouth was currently stuffed with her delicious homemade Pelmeni. She gave a light laugh at the sight of your wide, curious eyes paired with stuffed cheeks. "Childe mentioned how you saved him when he ran away from him..." and the mother continued to spill the details you were never given the chance to hear from the man himself.
You suppose this was the cause of your perfectly crafted aura of trust, to lure in your targets and make them spill to their heart's contents as you indulge them. In the end, Childe's mother's true intention was to thank you for all that you had done for her son, and to help him cultivate into the best person he could be among the ranks of the Harbinger. You gulped the last bits of the dumpling, a shy smile placated on your cheek, "It is my honor to take him under my wing."
"Hey, master, I sure hope mum didn't say anything embarrassing about me while I was gone!" A hand holding a tissue softly wiped the cream at the edge of your lips as Childe- Ajax finally made his way over to your table.
"It's okay, really, it's normal for children to pee their bed." You mused as Childe's mother laughed at the way her son choked over his own spit. Ah, you were right.
The rest of the day was filled with ice-skating, something you have forgotten, clumsily held up by the three younger siblings as they expertly excelled in the field. And right after was a session of ice fishing with their father, who was greatly impressed by your strength upon reeling the 50-centimeter long tuna. Flopping on to the ice platform as if to chase the children on land.
"Don't want to stay? There's a spare room here, you can borrow my big sister's clothes for the night. It's a long way back to the Palace," he stood next to you outside the entrance of his home while you face the other direction.
You sighed. "Tartaglia, I'm your mentor. And as the 10th Harbinger, your ascension should be my priority." You didn't see the way his jaw clenched at the intonations of your words. "If it were a different circumstance-"
"Next week," the snow caught on to your lashes as you closed your eyes, basking at the cold that bites at your cheeks. "Will be my last try. And after that, please see me as your equal."
"Alright." Your hands trembled.
x. final spar
Fatuus lined the veranda surrounding the quadrangle in quiet anticipation, skirmishers and agents alike that had yet to be assigned under Harbinger supervision and even those who just had nothing better to do.
Childe had anticipated the spotlight, but it was a greater scale he was not comfortable on. He was lucky a Harbinger had yet to watch the spar, the last spar as he had promised, and it seemed the gossip had spread enough to alert the whole organization. The Delusion mask sat by the side of his hair as he watched you at the other end of the field.
Your eyes held no emotion as they stared through his soul. A different kind of emotion he'd have wanted to see. He thinks to himself at the thought of you once being in the same predicament as him, did you feel the same fear and worry as he did? Did it take you ten tries? Maybe more, maybe less?
Tartaglia said this will be the last spar, and the final chance for both sides to make it a fair fight (to give it their all). But when you suddenly disappeared and materialized above him with your spear ready to strike, he thought, maybe not this time either.
The spear collided with the dirt floor as blades of winds seem to have exploded from it, a series of gasps resounding through the crowd as they stepped away from the edge. Tartaglia softly landed back on his feet after the successful somersault, materializing his water polearm to strike his elemental slash from the distance. But you stood still, unscathed as the wave that was meant to slice you turned into ice before it could come any closer. Fuck, Tartaglia knew his Vision was weak to yours.
You charged at him once again with the boost of your Anemo delusion, your polearms clashing painfully as you both tried to get hits on each other. There was a nick at this cheek to draw the first blood, your dominant hand twirling the spear easily Tartaglia retreats back to avoid the wildly spinning blade.
Soon enough he dons his own mask and the real fight begins. Electric currents ran through the field as an icy fog starts to envelop the floor, superconduct reaction running the parameter of the field as the Fatuus back away further. The next time your blades meet, a crackle of lightning resounded through the whole palace. Smacking his blades upward, your spear quickly sweeps down to swipe at this ankles, forcing him to leap as the fog obscures the reach of your polearm. Mid-air, he was kicked on the chest as your acrobatic arms held you up and over.
Soon enough his hunger for victory begins to manifest, and his biggest advantage comes into play: overwhelming strength.
Tartaglia felt huge triumph when you finally used both of your hands to parry his blows, your feet sometimes sinking into the dirt floor under the pressure of his attack. For the first time in the fight, your facade cracked with a grimace as you held your polearm up against his dual blades. Quickly leaning away, you brought your foot up and pushed at the spear's shaft, enough to force him back as you leaped out of his range. There was sweat trickling at the back of your neck now, feeling the sizzle of the current on the slight moisture. You swiped your spear in a crescent motion as a snow avalanche bombarded Tartaglia's side when he tried to approach, giving you just enough time to breathe as he tries to free himself under the snow.
By the time he's set himself free, you were already running forwards with your hands gripping your spear at your right for a swiping motion. He fashions his dual blades as he too sprinted in the middle to clash, weapons encased with frost and electricity. In a split second, his arms raised to your left, knowing this was your non-dominant side would make it easy to send you flying at the angle of approach. A powerful blow against another was about to shake the whole Palace—
"Columbina!" The vagrant's voice pierced through the crackle of elements, and Tartaglia's eyes widened when he had noticed your foot slip at the distraction. The inertia of his arms unable to stop the course of action; superconduct and electro-charged reactions creating a powerful explosion as the iced fog seem to have imploded from the force.
Childe's moist hands trembled as his vision tries to refocus. There's a ringing in his ears as he tries to grip at his hands, the electricity coursing through his nerves to make it numb. He desperately closed and opened his fists, and when he finally settled his sights straight, the dripping red liquid had splattered all the way to his mask and arms. With hesitation his sights followed the trail of blood and frost splayed across the field barely visible as the mist still covered the floor with a thin veil, his steps halted at the sound of glass crunching underneath his shoes, and he didn't need to look to know what it was.
"GET THE MEDIC NOW, PREPARE THE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT!" Pedrelino's voice reverbed through the field as the few agents that finally recovered from the shock went into emergency actions, some running off and some running to the direction of where the blood trail ends.
There was an obvious pool of blood forming under you, as your whole torso was littered with the same redness. Your left ribcage was angled inwards in an anomalous way as the dual blades had logged itself in between the ribs. You were already unconscious as blood dripped from the side of your lips;
how unfortunate, Childe collapsed to his knees in front of you. You didn't get to congratulate him.
xi. eleventh of the fatui harbinger
His mission had been explained to him concisely and accurately alongside Signora's assignment right after he had been acknowledged as officially part of the Fatui. The throne room had itself full of the Harbingers (with a glaring absence of one) as the Tsaritsa empowered him with her will and concise plan, the gravity of the law and order of the universe and its incoming divine war finally weighing on his shoulders. It was, after all, his wish to end the ministrations of being under someone's supervision and finally walk his path of conquering.
A month after the fight had him standing by the piers of the Snezhnayan ocean. Here he will finally depart to Liyue where his true mission lays, as well as the franchise of the Northland Bank he'd have to oversee. The influx of information for both his and the other's works had his head reeling, pleading silently at the hope that you'd be there to reassure and clarify what exactly he needs to do.
But you're not. In fact, Childe hasn't seen you in the whole month after that fight. He was prohibited from approaching your ward as you were still unstable and fragile to risk; no, everyone was not allowed to enter, he assured himself. He had not seen nor heard you throughout the grieving process of a moment he should have been proud to boast.
During that time, Childe had also adamantly avoided Scaramouche.
He heaved a tired sigh as the consequences weighed his resolve once again, were you still unconscious? Are you still in critical condition or are you recovering? If things ended ever so differently, would you be there next to him to wave him off to his first major assignment? "Liyue, huh, that's a pretty nice nation."
Childe produced a strangled noise when he turned to his right, where you stood, watching the ocean horizon. Your hair was slightly disheveled yet framed your face naturally. There were bandages wrapped all over your torso, peeking out from the sleeves of your unusually covered attire, and your left arm settled on a sling meant to lessen the constraints of your side instead of sporting an actual broken limb. When Childe's calculating gaze settled on your face, you had a calm expression.
"Congratulations, you're finally on your way to your first mission."
"Thank you, although I heard it's quite different from what I'm used to. Besides seafood, too many new customs."
You produced a soft gasp as your eyes widened slightly. Childe stood guard, waiting for you to tell him what was wrong. "I'm a failure of a mentor," what. His eyes watched as you turned to face him (as he did) with an amused glint in your eyes paired by a light smirk. "I didn't get to teach you how to use chopsticks."
His face dropped into a deadpan, before you two harmonized into bouts of varying laughter. Your other hand placed itself on your chest to minimize the vibrations of your giggles, not wanting to put pain into yourself. A flash of hurt recognition passed through his eyes.
"Master, I'm so-"
"(Y/N)." You immediately interjected as you gazed at him past your eyelashes. His breath hitches.
"Ah, (Y/N)," you nodded at his experimental taste of your name and urged him to continue. He opens his mouth before closing it again, a silent debate within the depths of his brain, before his lips parted with a different thought. "Teach me when I come back, please?"
Your eyes widen in surprise and amusement, "I'm sure you'd pick it up easily."
You're not wrong, but he's adamant. "Nah, I'm sure I wouldn't, I heard they're really a handful. I'd rather wait for you."
Giggling again, you raised your mobile hand as he did own, exchanging the most genuine smile. "Okay, pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise."
I wrote this for two hours straight to the point that my left arm doesn't work anymore....
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BNHA Chapter 312 Spoiler Analysis: Hero Turned Assassin
It’s Friday, my dudes! That means the leaks for the new chapter is out! This time, we’re focusing on our new lady assassin villain who we ended with last week. Ngl, I love her design and concept. I actually wouldn’t mind if she stepped on me 😳 All that aside, this was a damn good chapter, but I really hope Deku’s going to be ok taking her on by himself:
Alright, the chapter starts off with a little flashback of Hawks talking to Deku as Deku is suiting up to leave Central hospital. Hawks reassures Deku that he should be ok from AFO and Shigaraki for now since they aren’t at full power yet. Their best option would be to take Deku in alive rather than dead. Hawks can only think of one person who might be capable of capturing Deku: the assassin woman. Turns out, that woman was his senpai back at the Hero Safety Commision and she’s dangerous.
So, as far as we know, Deku’s most likely going to live several more days even if he does get captured. However, he’s being hunted down by a highly skilled assassin who was also Hawk’s senpai back in the day. The fact that Hawks of all people is warning Deku to run away from her if he can say something about her skills. I can only guess how good her skills are, but I’d say they’re probably somewhere in the S-tier range if Hawks is afraid of her.
The next couple of pages help properly introduce our new villain: Lady Nagant! A few points here: 1. The bullet is made from her hair which is colored dark blue and pink. I personally love those two colors, so I’m glad to see that color scheme used on her. Also hair bullets is such a great concept, 2. That rifle is definitely coming from her elbow which she can bring out and retract at will, which is badass as hell, 3. I looked up the word “Nagant” and it’s actually type of (Russian?) gun that ranges from a 7-shot revolver to a sniper rifle, so that’s a good Villain name for her, 4. She was a former hero under the Safety Commision who decided to go to the dark side for some reason. Like, did she see the bad side of Hero Society and that caused her to change? Did she see something in Villainy that caused her to change her POV? I want to know what?, 5. Again, love her design like hoo boy, Horikoshi snapped with her.
So, Deku’s on the run from her and he is completely on his own now that his phone is broken. He doesn’t even know what happened to All Might 😭! He’s also afraid that All Might and Hawks will be targeted by her. Deku’s debating wheaher he should run or face Nagant face on. With someone like Muscular, I wasn’t worried about Deku because he’s not only improved a lot since last time, but he’s taken on Muscular before so he knew what he was fighting. But, this is a brand-new villain. Not much is known about her and Deku has never fought her before. I’d say run, but someone has to take her out. Maybe Hawks will swoop in and have a reunion with his senpai. Though, he doesn’t have wings now, so I’m not sure what he can really do against her besides have a chat…
And Deku is shot! Not fatally thank god, but he did get hit. Turns out Lady Nagant can actually curve her shots. Even Deku’s Danger Sense couldn’t detect it in time good lord. So she can just straight up made bullets that can curve too that is absolutely insane. Any marksman would be jealous of her.
Fun Fact of the Day: Based on Horikoshi-sensei’s comment of the week, Lady Nagant and her curve bullet are actually based off the 2008 film Wanted staring James McAvoy and Angelina Jolie (he even thanked Ms. Jolie!)! I decided to IMDB the film to see if I remembered it and it turns out that I have actually seen a little of it before. You know that gif of McAvoy smacking Chris Pratt’s face with a keyboard and the loose keys spell out “Fuck You”? Yeah, that’s from Wanted. Also, the curved bullet Horikoshi is talking about is when Jolie manages to “curve” a bullet enough to kill a group of assassins who were standing in a circle. Look, I don’t know if physics can actually make that work in real life, but I’ll be damned if that doesn’t sound badass.
Back to the story, we have a bit of flashback to an old TV special that interviewed 100 active Noteworthy Heroes. The 25th Pro Hero being interview is none other than Snipe, one of UA’s teachers! It’s been a hot couple of years since we’ve seen him around. Actually, we don’t even know if he’s alive… Let’s assume he is and continue with the story.
Anyway, Snipe was having some good friendly competition in the Long-Range sniping with Lady Nagant back in the day. He explains while his Quirk, “Homing” allows him to lock-on to anyone within a 600 Meter range, he can’t choose where his attack hits and the hit isn’t that powerful (Shigaraki could’ve actually gotten killed back in the USJ if Snipe wasn’t careful enough damn). Lady Nagant, on the other hand, has a range of 3 Kilometers with insane accuracy. I did some quick calculations and it turns out that 3KM = 3,000M! That’s 5 times farther than what Snipe can do. That is absolutely nuts!
Lady Nagant’s Quirk is called “Rifle”! Turns out that the secret lies in her bullets made out of hair. When she mixes her duel colored hair, it works like epoxy putty. Epoxy putty is a substance that hardens over time. It’s normally used as a seal for cracks and holes, and it’s both highly-resistant and unshrinkable when hardened. So, when Lady Nagant pulls strands out of her hair to mix and mould them, she can harden that hair into a bullet which explains the dark blue and pink fibers in the speaker bullet she fired at Deku’s phone. Apparently, she can make any kind of bullet she wants ranging from hollow bullets to curved bullets. She can then load and fire those bullets from her rifle into her right arm. God, there’s so much potential for a Quirk like this. The only limit I can think of for this Quirk is if she runs out of hair for bullets similar to how if Ibara Shiozaki from Class 1-B (or 2-B now I guess) would run out of hair to use her Vines. I wonder if Lady Nagant using her hair so much is the reason why it’s shorter now than when she was a hero.
I gotta say, I think this is one of the coolest and unique Quirks Horikoshi has come up with in a while. It’s just so unique and imaginative! I don’t think I could ever come up with an idea like this. I like that her Quirk is almost like a 2-in-1 thing: the putty hair and the rifle in her arm. They’re both different functions that work in tandem together. I also love Nagant hero outfit! She was rocking the long ponytail work, had a visor and antenna on her right eye for accuracy, and a belt holding her hair bullets. She’s also freakin’ stacked as hell, but I’ll let this one slide because her design is so freaking great.
Back to the present, Deku managed to catch the bullet, but his left gauntlet has been damaged. So, it looks like Deku won’t be punching with his left arm unless All Might has some backup Mid-Gauntlets. Thankfully he’s found out where Lady Nagant is based on where she shot from just twice. She’s only about 1KM away and Deku wants to get in closer. God, Deku is so freaking smart. I want to know his IQ because it must be insanely high for him to figure out where a trained sniper would be after just 2 bullets. Nagant also says that Deku’s the first one to deflect 2 of her bullets, so yeah, goddamn Deku!
Now we’re finally getting a look at Overhaul (I’m cool with calling him by his villain name instead of his real name for now btw). Dude’s broken. Just completely mentally broken. I don’t think he even notices Deku. All he can think about is how he wants to go back to his adoptive father, Eri’s grandfather, the man Overhaul put in a coma. I thought that Overhaul would be confronting Deku himself, but it looks like he can’t. Maybe him not being able to get his father out of his coma traumatized him real bad with a lot of guilt. He probably wants to go back to try to heal his dad. If he can do that, again, I wonder how now that his Quirk probably functions somewhere else besides his hands.
Anyway, Lady Nagant is kind of protecting Overhaul for now. She most likely has a plan for him later since she mentions helping Overhaul as soon as she’s done with Deku. Overhaul would be a useful ally since his Quirk can literally destroy and restore matter both living and non-living. There’s also that glowing effect on her arm again. If it’s not a taser like I thought before, then maybe it’s some kind of strength enhancer her Quirk gives her. That arm gun has to be heavy. IDK it’s not really explained.
Flashing back to the Tartarus Prision Break, AFO and his ugly mug are talking to Nagant, calling her the “Traitor Hero” and how it’s an honor to meet her. Again, Lady Nagant’s skills must be incredibly high enough to be recognize by AFO. Also, her turning her back on Hero Society must’ve been a big story at the time.
AFO tells Lady Nagant of his plan to capture Deku as he predicted this earlier. So, either AFO is stupidly good at predicting things or he has a future-sight Quirk like Nighteye had. I want to say it’s the latter since AFO probably did pick up a Quirk like that sometime in the past.
Lady Nagant originally refused to listen to AFO in a very sassy way LOL! But, AFO seems to have made a deal with her. He even mentions that Nagant killed many of her fellow heroes to cause the fall of Pro-Hero Society. Yeah, killing your fellow colleagues will definitely get you sent straight to Tartarus… I REALLY need to know what made her turn to the Dark Side Anakin Skywalker style.
Also, personal theory that I highly doubt is true, but I wonder if Lady Nagant is the real “UA Traitor” not any of the students. If she can make bullets that she can remotely talk through, then she could probably make bullets that can eavesdrop on people. Maybe she listened in on UA and told the LoV about the training camp. Or she was locked in Tartarus before then and I’m just projecting my hopes/fears onto her. That could be it too.
Actually, I just realized that she could probably wrap objects around her bullets and fire them. So, she probably wrapped a speaker around her hair and that’s how she remotely spoke to Deku. Eh, she could still wrap some listening device around her hair and eavesdrop that way. I’m just Pepe Silvia’ing the possibilities of Rifle at this point.
AFO uses Overhaul as an example of someone who became a victim of Pro-Heroes. This give him enough leverage to make a deal with Lady Nagant. So, as part of the contract, AFO granted her his Air Walk Quirk! On paper, a passive Quirk like Air Walk doesn’t seem very useful. But, this series has proved to us time and time again that passive/support Quirks can be just as/if not more amazing than raw-powered Quirks. So, a Quirk like Air Walk can get Lady Nagant to so many places for her to fire her bullets. It’s an incredibly useful Quirk for a sniper. I do wonder what the limits of it are (because all Quirks have some sort of limitation), but I guess we’ll find that out later. I really do wonder how Deku’s going to handle Lady Nagant and Overhaul though. That’s going to be interesting.
Oh boy, that the chapter! Solid chapter per usual. Gah, my fingers hurt after typing so much. I’m glad we got to know more about Lady Nagant! She was a mystery for weeks, but we finally got some backstory on her. So, some answers, but a lot of questions are left behind. I’m actually glad we’re still sticking with Deku so far. I still want to see Bakugo and Shoto, but we also haven’t gotten a purely Deku-centric arc for a while, so this is good. Horikoshi truly doesn’t miss! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be screaming about the next anime episode and Shoto Todoroki sakuga for the next week I will not apologize.
Me @ Horikoshi every chapter:
Also, this is the Wanted scene I was talking about before:
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AK’s vs AR’s vs Mosin’s
This is my favorite AR vs AK comparison:
AK – It works though you have never cleaned it. Ever.
AR – You have $9 per ounce special non-detergent synthetic Teflon infused oil for cleaning.
Mosin – It was last cleaned in Berlin in 1945.
AK – You are able to hit the broad side of a barn from inside.
AR – You are able to hit the broad side of a barn from 600 meters.
Mosin – You can hit the farm from two counties over.
AK – Cheap mags are fun to buy.
AR – Cheap mags melt.
Mosin – What’s a mag?
AK – Your safety can be heard from 300 meters away.
AR – You can silently flip off the safety with your finger on the trigger.
Mosin – What’s a safety?
AK – Your rifle comes with a cheap nylon sling.
AR – Your rifle has a 9-point stealth tactical suspension system.
Mosin – Your rifle has dog collars.
AK – Your bayonet makes a good wire cutter.
AR – Your bayonet is actually a pretty good steak knife.
Mosin – Your bayonet is longer than your leg.
AK – You can put a .30″ hole through 12″ of oak.
AR – You can put one hole in a paper target at 100 meters with 30 rounds.
Mosin – You can knock down everyone else’s target with the shock wave of your bullet going downrange.
AK – When out of ammo, your rifle will nominally pass as a club.
AR – When out of ammo, your rifle makes a great wiffle bat.
Mosin – When out of ammo, your rifle makes a supreme war club, pike, boat oar, tent pole, or firewood.
AK – Recoil is manageable, even fun.
AR – What’s recoil?
Mosin – Recoil is often used to fix shoulders dislocated by the previous shot.
AK – Your sight adjustment goes to 10, and you’ve never bothered moving it.
AR – Your sight adjustment is incremented in fractions of minute of angle.
Mosin – Your sight adjustment goes to 12 miles, and you’ve actually tried it.
AK – Your rifle can be used by any two-bit nation’s most illiterate conscripts to fight elite forces worldwide.
AR – Your rifle is used by elite forces worldwide to fight two-bit nations’ most illiterate conscripts.
Mosin – Your rifle has fought against itself – and won every time.
AK – Your rifle won some revolutions.
AR – Your rifle drove Saddam out of Kuwait.
Mosin – Your rifle won a pole vault event.
AK – You paid $650.
AR – You paid $1900.
Mosin – You paid $159.95.
AK – You buy cheap ammo by the case.
AR – You lovingly reload precision crafted rounds one by one.
Mosin – You dig your ammo out of a farmer’s field in Ukraine and it works just fine.
AK – You can intimidate your foe with the bayonet mounted.
AR – Your foes laugh when you mount your bayonet.
Mosin – You can bayonet your foe on the other side of the river without leaving the comfort of your hole.
AK – Service life, 50 years.
AR – Service life, 40 years.
Mosin – Service life, 100 years, and counting.
AK – It’s easier to buy a new rifle when you want to change cartridge sizes.
AR -You can change cartridge sizes with the push of a couple of pins and a new upper.
Mosin – You believe no real man would dare risk the ridicule of his friends by suggesting there is anything but 7.62x54r.
AK – You can repair your rifle with a big hammer and a swift kick.
AR – You can repair your rifle by taking it to a certified gunsmith, it’s under warranty!
Mosin – If your rifle breaks, you buy a new one.
AK – You consider it a badge of honor when you get your handguards to burst into flames.
AR – You consider it a badge of honor when you shoot a sub-MOA 5 shot group.
Mosin – You consider it a badge of honor when you cycle 5 rounds without the aid of a 2×4.
AK – After a long day the range, you relax by watching Red Dawn.
AR – After a long day at the range, you relax by watching Black Hawk Down.
Mosin – After a long day at the range, you relax by visiting the chiropractor.
AK – After cleaning your rifle you have a strong urge for a stiff shot of vodka.
AR – After cleaning your rifle you have a strong urge for hot dogs and apple pie.
Mosin – After cleaning your rifle you have a strong urge for shishkabob.
AK – You can accessorize you rifle with a new muzzle brake or a nice stock set.
AR – Your rifle’s accessories are eight times more valuable than your rifle.
Mosin -Your rifle’s accessory is a small tin can with a funny lid, but it’s buried under an apartment building somewhere in Budapest.
AK – Your rifle’s finish is varnish and paint.
AR – Your rifle’s finish is Teflon and high-tech polymers.
Mosin – Your rifle’s finish is low-grade shellac, cosmoline, and Olga’s toe nails.
AK – Your wife tolerates your autographed framed picture of Mikhail Kalashnikov.
AR – Your wife tolerates your autographed framed picture of Eugene Stoner.
Mosin – You’re not sure there were cameras to photograph Sergei Mosin.
AK- Late at night you sometimes have to fight the urge to hold your rifle over your head and shout “Wolverines!”
AR- Late at night you sometimes have to fight the urge to clear your house, slicing the pie from room to room.
Mosin – Late at night, you sometimes have to fight the urge to dig a fighting trench in the yard to sleep in.
M1 Garand: Y’all bitches sit down and shut up,uncle John Garand is here to tell you a story about WWII
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• Semyon Nomokonov
Semyon Danilovich Nomokonov was a Soviet sniper during World War II credited with 367 kills. An ethnic Hamnigan Evenk, Nomokonov was among the indigenous peoples of Russia who fought in the war.
Nomokonov was born on August 12th, 1900 in the settlement of Delyun in Zabaykalsky Krai, Russia (then Russian Empire), in a poor family of hunters, and from childhood lived in taiga. Nomokonov took up the rifle for the first time at the age of seven. He hunted sable, Manchurian wapiti and elk, and was nicknamed Eye of the Kite. Nomokonov was baptized at the age of 15 and received the name Semyon. In 1928 Nomokonov moved to the settlement of Nizhny Stan in the Russian Shilkinsky District. He continued hunting and carpentered.
By 1937 Japan had invaded China and initiated the Second Sino-Japanese War. A year later in 1938 the Japanese conducted several border disputes with Soviet Russia which eventually boiled up into a series of battles along the Mongolian and Manchurian borders. Nomokonov’s military service began during the Soviet-Japanese war (1938-1939), where he killed 8 soldiers (and officers) of the Japanese Army. During the late 1930's the Soviet Union and Nazi Germany had signed a non-aggression pact, but that changed in 1941 with the German invasion of the Soviet Union (Operation Barbarossa). This action began the the Great Patriotic War (1941-1945) for the Soviet Union. Nomokonov started his military service in August 1941, initially in a subsistence farm of a regiment. Then he made crutches for the wounded. Nomokonov became a sniper by chance. In the fall of 1941 he was evacuating one of the wounded, when he noticed a German, aiming at him. Nomokonov killed him with his own rifle. According to another version, in October 1941 Nomokonov received a rifle and decided to test it. To avoid wasting the rounds, Nomokonov tested the rifle on a German, who was moving along the wooded lake shore, bending down. After that Nomokonov was transferred to a sniper platoon.
Unlike other snipers in the Red Army Nomokonov made all his ‘kills’ over long distance without the aid of a telescopic sight. This earned him the sharp-shooter name of ‘Hawk Eye’ (Глаз коршуна – Glaz korshuna). At the out-break of the Great Patriotic War, Nomokonov, was 41 years old. For his remarkable decision to not make use of a modern telescopic sight. This incident was reported to the Soviet Authorities, Nomokonov was immediately transferred to an active-duty sniper platoon. Those who observed Nomokonov in action, recorded that when confronting the enemy he became absolutely ‘still’ in both body and mind (as if ‘disappearing’ from obvious sight by becoming ‘one’ with nature). Typically, Nomokonov hit targets at around 300m to 500m, but on at least one occasion, he hit his target at a recorded 1000m. He wore indigenous hunting clothing of bits of rope and string hanging from his uniform (similar to the ‘gillie’ suit developed in Scotland to camouflage Game-Keepers when watching-out for poachers – now used universally by modern snipers). He wore horse-hair shoes that made very little noise, and reports suggest he made use of irregular-shaped shards of mirror to spy on the enemy without revealing his position. He also made ample use of placing a Red Army helmet on a stick – using it as a puppet to draw enemy fire. No one in his military Unit could equal his ability to conceal and camouflage. Soviet Military Records confirm that throughout his military career serving in the 221st Infantry Division, Nomokonov killed nearly 600 enemies.
The Nazi Germans referred to him as ‘Taiga Shaman’ (Таёжный шаман) which appears to translate as something like ‘Spirit of the Tree-Line’. He was wounded eight times in active combat, and received two concussions. For his bravery, he received the following medals; Order of the Red Star (twice), Order of the Red Banner, and the Order of Lenin. He initially marked the number of kills on his smoking pipe. As a sniper instructor, Nomokonov trained over 150 soldiers. Nomokonov returned home on a horse. He continued carpentering at Nizhny Stan, but then moved to the settlement of Zugalay, where his elder sons were living. He built a house and continued hunting during free time. In the fall of 1945 Nomokonov received a horse, binoculars and a rifle no. 24638 for his military service. According to Nomokonov's daughter Zoya Babuyeva, he was a taciturn person and did not like to talk much about the war. Nomokonov died in Zugalay and was interred there. Poet Vasily Lebedev-Kumach dedicated a poem to him. He died at age 74 on June 15th, 1973, Zugalai, Mogoytuysky District, Zabaykalsky Krai, USSR. Nomokonov left nine children and 49 grandchildren.
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