#Chirography

[harf-e-kun]

𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝙺𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒 (𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚌 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚢) ✅ 🕊️

[saidokins]

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[jim-dandy1]

This was written out of imagination

BROKEN BOND💔 composed by @jim-dandy1

[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

Doo Wop

Once in a while I have a same passing thought. During the time of Alastor and Vox being friends, I think Vox managed to convince Alastor to visit a Hells 1950's diner. Which is becoming popular as more people of that era continue to fall and some built and visit to get a sense of normalcy they are familiar with.

I think it be incredibly endearing chain of events. Because its not only Vox that yakking up how great life was during Vox time. Because Alastor has Nifty doing the same. Expressing her own interest in music to him.

Eventually Alastor gave in and visit a diner with the two of them just to make them happy. They were so excited to share part of their living lives with him.

Alastor didn't hate it like he thought he would. I know Alastor is unmoving about trying new things. But I think before his friendship sour with Vox, Alastor was at least willing to be open slightly to experiment for curiosity sake.

He didn't hate it.

He much prefer what he familiar with. Jazz from his ere is just classy, refine, has more style. I have a feeling Alastor would like doo wop music or the quartet Chordettes. I think he be charmed by their jingly tunes. I can just imagine him sitting and enjoying listening to them as he swings a finger in the air like a small rod a conductor would use.

But he reluctant to admit, Vox and Nifty mustic has appeal of fun to it.

I honestly headcanon that they died mid 50's but I'm hoping they both died in the late 50s. Because that's where all the music was really banging that they would like. I picture Vox being a Bill Haley and an Elvis fan. Nifty would definitely be en Elvis fan. He was the bad boy of that time.

I can see Nifty and Vox dressing up to go out to the theme diner/bar. Nifty in her poodle skirt. Vox dress up more like a greaser. Jeans and leather Jacket. Which Nifty loves. Nifty basically developing a small crush for Vox. They try to get Alastor to dress up, I'm unsure if they were able to convince him that far.

Vox totally try to get Alastor to share a milkshake with him. The whole double straw thing. Alastor did sample a sip but ultimately, he doesn't like sweet things. To Vox dismay, he ended up sharing with Nifty in the end who was happy and probably giving flirty look that made Vox uncomfortable.

What's better then the music...is the dancing. Alastor always loved to move but 1950's dancing was up a level. Men were tossing woman like they were acrobats that isn't part of chirography group dance. Can you imagine what type of moves Vox displayed then later Alastor with Nifty alone? The girl who weighs as much as a house cat? Then you get Vox and Alastor together...oh what fun they would have!

Not to mention, its a bit scandalous to what Alastor use to. A lot more with all those hip swivels and leg shaking.

(For those who don't know Elvis was consider a bad boy, and very controversial as his dance moves was considered vulgar at the time. But he was so popular...which meant people want to copy him)

Then you have the stupid dances that Vox and Nifty have to teach Alastor. Like the Mash potato and the twist. Which Alator think is beyond stupid...but it fun.

Its a stupid thought I keep having repeated in my mind. But I think it be so charming if the three of them had a few outings to a 50's theme. Vox and Nifty relationship would be amusing. Both getting along with shared interest but not enough to click into a deeper level. Both are just excitable gremlins, who being overly excited to show their mutual their passions of their former life.

[beep-beep-sunny]

Reddie week!!! Day 3- Meet-cute! This is based on my experience visiting Manhattan!! I did NOT like it.

You learn quickly in Manhattan that people never just want to talk. It's always something. There's always an angle. Once you stop and make eye contact, they've trapped you. They've won. Eddie Kaspbrak logically knew he grew up in Maine, but he always felt like he was shaped by New York. The fast paced hustle and bustle. He perfected the "I'm a businessman and I'm far too busy to stop and chat" demeanor.  

It was obvious when someone didn't belong. Tourists in Manhattan stuck out like a sore thumb, if the thumb had on one of those yellow hats with the sting keeping it on its head and a camera around its…neck. Do thumbs have necks? Around it's knuckle which in this analogy functions more like a neck. Regardless, it was obvious. To some, these things were walking dollar signs or lambs to be led to slaughter. Eddie just kept his head down. He had no use for tourists. They were a minor inconvenience at best. They never walked fast enough, always gauking at the various "landmarks". Sometimes, they even stared, wide eyed, in awe of the majestic and rare pigeon. 

Eddie almost felt bad for tourists, he knew the city would do nothing but chew them up and spit them, like gum, back onto the street, penniless and sore. Though, what was he realistically going to do for them? He had his own problems. His wedding chased him like a creature chasing a teen girl through the woods in a hoodie movie. He knew it was approaching, but he couldn't bring himself to look. He'd just keep walking forward until it caught up with him. His mother was also recently spending more and more time in the hospital. No, tourists were not his problem. They were as numerous as the pigeons and nothing he could do for tourists or pigeons would make any difference. 

So, he just kept walking. Keeping his head down and moving forward with purpose, clutching his briefcase with white knuckles as he made expert turns and pivots around fake monks raising money for fake temples or this costumed off brand SpongeBob that's face was just a little off in the way you'd see in a kid's creepy jumpscare game. Someone else could get suckered into taking a picture with Spongecreep that they think is free, but oops, that'll be twenty dollars. 

It was like a dance. A dance that Eddie did everyday, so he knew the chirography by heart. Dodge, dodge, duck, dip, pirouette, slide, and SMACK. 

The smack was not a normal part of the dance. What the fuck. A big sunburnt hand broke through the haze, reached out to him. "I am so sorry." Said a man in a voice that was deep, but also deeply unserious. The humor in his tone boiled Eddie's blood slightly as he took the man's hand with a hard squeeze and a tug, he pulled himself off the greasy Manhattan sidewalk Disgusting. Oh my god. When was my last tetanus shot? No. Die later, Kaspbrak. Kill this guy first. What a klutz. A big stupid lug. A- 

Eddie looked forward and got a look at the man. Dark messy hair clumping in sweaty chunks on his red forehead. Big black plastic frame glasses that were already leaving a stupid tan line. His eyes were bluer than the muddy Manhattan sky. He was lanky and big. Eddie felt small with his hand …still clutched in this stranger's large paw. He quickly ripped his hand away and straightened up his suit. The guy was obviously a tourist. Everything about him said tourist, from his yellow hat, to his camera hanging off his neck, to his kind smile and friendly eyes, but especially the fact that he stopped to help Eddie up instead of letting him get trampled like Mufasa in a stampede of antelope. No, instead, they both stood in the middle of a Manhattan sidewalk with people washing around them like they're two rocks in a stream and the sound of rushing water was the cursing Newyorkers they were mildly inconveniencing. 

Then, Eddie realized it had been a weird amount of time that he'd just been standing there, staring at this man and saying nothing. "... it's fine" he forced out, knowing he looked like an idiot even though he wasn't the one that crashed right into a stranger with his stupid long limbs. 

The guy laughed at that. What the fuck was so funny about all this? "You're pretty cute for a curmudgeonly business man." Cute? Cute?? What the hell was that supposed to mean? His eyes met Eddie's and it was like the words even surprised himself. Like he didn't know that's what he was going to say until it fell out of his mouth. "Well," he broke the eye contact. "I'm sure you have places to be, you walked right into me after all." He winked and ran off. "Bye cutie business man." Eddie should have said Excuse me? You are obviously the one that ran into me with your stupidly long limbs, you floppy man they put outside of car dealerships. 

He didn't though. Instead, he kept standing. Now a lone rock, the water only having him to slosh around. Cute? He felt something unpleasant turning in his stomach. It wasn't strictly unpleasant, but perhaps nostalgic. The kind of feeling you get when your limb just starts falling asleep or what he imagined it might feel like at the top of a roller coaster just before the big drop. It was similar to dread, but he couldn't understand why he'd be dreading something. Maybe that guy looked like a mugshot on America's Most Wanted and he was subconsciously remembering. Cute. It kept playing on repeat in his head. He could almost hear someone saying that. Cute cute cute. Probably just his mother. No one else would have called him that. Just his mother and some jackass tourist trying to make fun of him. 

He watched the man keep walking until he crested over the horizon and disappeared into a crowd of faces going every which way like a page out of a Where's Waldo book. Then, Eddie did all he could really do, and kept walking too. He wasn't even going to make it to work early. Never talk to anyone in Manhattan. Just keep walking. 

Eddie shook his head as he fast walked towards inevitability. "Cute." He repeated under his breath, and if he smiled, no one saw. 

[strawbeaniie]

☄️⛵️📙 for the orange ask game?

- @boyfriendblogging

Thank you for the ask ^ v ^ !!

☄️: If you had to assign your f/o an area of science, what would you assign them?

My immediate instinct was Psychology, but looking into it further I think Chirography which is the study of handwriting/penmanship would make the most sense and a nod to him being a con artist! Maybe even Chromatics, the study of color, but I'm bias because I'm such a sucker for colors lmaoo

⛵️: Name one of their personality traits that endears you! My s/i Bellamie is would be endeared by the fact he can be kinda cowardly when it comes to his own well being? And it's probably because he's normally decently composed, so Bellamie likes being able to see a more vulnerable side of him! Also how quickly the guy is able to get on his feet and string together plans, Bellamie is kinda an overthinker so to see someone gather their thoughts so quickly is :o !

📙: Does your f/o like to read? What genre or books?

I can see him reading a lot of comics or graphic novels :0! I think he'd be really into fantasy!

[anx-box]

Some magma sessions with my boo @chirographier mwahh ❤️❤️

[reject-cast-dakotafinely]

Rebecca Youngblood!

Say hello to the main character of the Reject Cast series! For most of the series books you'll be following her!

What's her backstory?

Rebecca used to be one of the most popular girls in her grade. Liked and adored along with her apparent besties Jessica and Peggy. Until one day a nasty rumor spread about her, that she was secretly hanging out with the leader of the rejects, Lemao. Devastated and unable to prove her innocence, Rebecca was kicked out of her friend group. Finding her way to the rejects with some strange hope of proving her innocence. She finds herself unintentionally becoming a reject. Learning that maybe her old friends, were never really her friends to begin with.

What's She Like?

Rebecca is a tad bit of a hot head. With a strong sense for justice and fairness, she's often the first and loudest to speak up if she disagrees with opinions. Though she does tend to speak before she thinks. She's loyal to point that sometimes it's more of a fault then a strength, and as long as she believes in something she'll defend it. She's bright and bubbly and often kind to anyone within her range of reach. Rebecca loves to share positivity and is honest sometimes to her own determent. She's a chatter box with a curious soul and loves learning about peoples interests.

More About Her:

Her full name is Rebecca Alexander Youngblood

By the time she enters the story as a junior she's 5'11

She's an only child living with her mother who's a lead nurse

Her father works over seas, and typically stays for the summer, holidays, and Rebecca and her mother's birthdays

Rebecca's birthday is 02/20/01 and she's 17 when the story takes place

Fun Facts!

Rebecca is a pun enjoyer and has made puns surrounding her own hair before. She will do it again.

She's a fashionista at heart and follows a lot of famous fashion designers on social media!

Rebecca's a gamer girl, most often playing online team games. Like Valorant, Fortnite, and Overwatch. If she's not doing that though you can also find her grinding on Stardew Valley.

She loves books and poetry. She often reads anything in the Young Adult section that isn't focused soley on romance, if any romance at all.

Coffee lover, an adamant coffee lover at that. Rebecca prefers to make it home however, as she likes the smell of coffee in her house. She'll often make one before school and once she returns home.

Rebecca's not really a sweets lover. She's more of a savory girl and doesn't quiet have a sweet tooth. So she'll often choose a more savory dessert.

Can’t draw, or sing, she's not quite the creative type so she never honed those skills.

She does Cheer, though she isn't the cheer captain of her high school. She very much enjoys the gymnastics and chirography that cheer lets her indulge in.

[nerdasaurus1200]

Okay, either Andrew taught Varian chirography or they bonded over it while in prison.

[dunderfluffwillowbottom]

My Chirography Romance

Being a writer is writing 3,000 words at 4 in the morning and then not touching your work for a month

[collectingall]

∀ 2002 SP Authentic Barry Bonds SP Chirography Gold Psa 9 Mint Auto /25 Pop 1 Rare http://blog.collectingall.com/TDMCh1 👉 shrsl.com/4fuj5 👈

[saidokins]

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[littlemissidontcare]

Bucky usually tends to use weapons instead

Again, this comment makes me think you're not the fan you claim. Bucky most often uses his fists or a knife. He may start w a gun, then ends up hand-to-hand. Also, Sebastian is not an actor who sits back and says "let the stuntmen do it". Again, in interviews WITH the stunt coordinator he's stated Seb learns the chirography even if they were going to use the stuntman. Sebastian himself has even said he learns the ENTIRE sequence so it's more seamless between him and the stuntman.

[twilightown]

8, 21, 27 💃

8:favorite type of dream

You know, I don't really dream too much! So I can't really tell you - I think ones that feel future-y but also happy.

21: favorite ending in fictional media

Listen I love the way The Last of Us ends each of the games. They're sad, they're realistic. Ellie's you're full of bullshit but ok sticks with me.

27: musical movie

please don't shoot me I love La La Land's music and chirography it's so good.

[antonita11]

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[osovereign]

❛ yes, the inn. ❜ only a few feet from their antecedent position back to the hostelry but still, it allowed kratos to ponder on just where he’d begin with such a misplaced language lesson ( while not blowing his hidden ploy ): it wasn’t that the angelic language was anymore strenuous than the common patois of modern day aselia, but for any vernacular ( especially for one with characters that could express entire thoughts and phrases ): there was bound to be a bit of stupefaction, biggest component was vowels, to the untrained eye and ear they’d follow grammar rules of the present day but say everything incorrectly, perhaps even something rude depending on the context. walking through the doors, kratos looked at genis before deciding to head into his and lloyd’s room ( seeing it best not to bother raine while she had her own tasks to occupy her time ): to say that he had any faith in his own bloodline having any kind of educational tools was a… massive understatement but to his genuine shock, lloyd, amongst all his carelessly placed supplies had an empty journal next to one that seemed so out of place amongst the clutter. in precise lettering was: astronomy. curiosity got the better of the angel of cruxis and he flipped through the pages, perfectly detailing various constellation’s, there distance from others, and meaning behind them. kratos quickly closed the book; having invoked a sentiment that had no place in the here nor now.

sitting on his bed, he begins, posture angled slightly to give him a better way of putting thought to paper. one by one he transcribes each letter of the alphabet above in angel language and again in its modern counterpart ( though, modern aselian had twenty-six letters and the ancient tongue only twenty-two ): trying his best to imitate copybooks of yesteryear from his time spent amongst educational tutors and the knight academy. ❛ like aselian, vowels of the angel language compose the five basic sounds: a, e, i, o, and u. though, different is the fact that vowels make no sound unless they are directly related to a consonant. ❜ his words remain steady, trying to recall the fact that while his young stopgap pupil was bright, genis was still being taught a concept so foreign to everything he knew.

❛ so to make the sounds a, e, i, o, u in angelic, there is a need to use the consonant known as alef, with each of those vowels. there is also no equivalent nor rule of ‘y’. ❜ finishing his contrived workbook, kratos gestured for genis to come forth and inspect his script, which, for such a rush job ( like all that the mercenary seemed to do ): looked on par with the texts you’d find from the palmacosta academy or the research institute of skyback. ❛ i thought it best to have a visual. forgive my chirography it has been, ages since i last composed in such a way. ❜

Just from that first statement Kratos had used in the angelic language, Genis already was picking up that it wasn't the easiest language to learn in the world. Considering that Colette had spent her whole life learning it, though, he thought that that made sense. Genis was no less determined to try, though. If learning was as simple as just being exposed to something and learning it through osmosis, maybe Lloyd would have had more book smarts by then. Friendly jab toward Lloyd aside, though, Genis stood that little bit more taller and nodded as Kratos spoke.

"I kind of already worked out your teaching methods probably would be different from Raine's," Genis confessed. "That's fine, though. No two teachers are going to be exactly the same. And I'm still set on learning. Especially if I can help Colette that way." Genis wasn't sure, honestly, if he'd be able to finish learning in time to really benefit Colette. That was okay, though. He was sure she'd appreciate the effort anyway.

If there was one thing Kratos was right about, it was how bright Genis and Raine both were. All the more reason Genis wanted to learn. He had to put his skills to use somehow, didn't he?

"Anyway. If it were easy, I feel like a lot more people would know the language. Even someone like Lloyd. But it's just you and Colette in our group," Genis pointed out. Debateably, there also was the fake Chosen and her group. Huh. Whatever had happened to them after they'd crossed paths in Palmacosta? Something to think about for later, he guessed.

Now that he thought about it, though, why did Kratos know the angelic language? It wasn't something so common and easy to learn that everyone knew it, as Genis had touched on. Maybe there was more to Kratos than it first appeared? Or perhaps it was just because he was a mercenary. Even that felt like a little bit of a stretch.

Hmm... something to think about later, Genis decided. He didn't want to put a damper on the mood by voicing the thought out loud.

"Anyway, I'm ready to start whenever you are. Should we go back to the inn, or...?"