#oyp

[hammersonthewall]

De hecho, no es solo que la traducción del texto tenga las fallas de no sé, omitir o reducir lo formal de las conversaciones, que tiene todo un efecto en la trama de OyP, pero además, se pierden weas temporales. Aquaintance en 1800 significaba algo muy distinto a aquaintance en una sitcom de los 90.

[mikazukinika]

II. Shameless [Once]

"O YOUNG PEACOCK" TAGS & ABOUT → Summary: Zhongli confronts Tartaglia about a few interesting rumors he has heard around the Harbor. Some pretenses are finally dropped and yet new lines are drawn between them all the same. Scene Rating: M (suggestive + explicit language) Scene Length: 1.4k words, about 5 minutes NEXT → READ ON AO3 → MORE FROM THIS AUTHOR →

O Proud Peacock, gleaming in green Didn’t I tell you not to go near brides-to-be? Lips painted red, you will learn temptation is sweet

Travel is good for someone as young as Childe. Chances to stretch his legs beyond Snezhnaya - which to his mind is like a childhood backyard - came to him more often once he joined the Fatui. Never before, however, has he traveled beyond the Cryo Archon’s reach for more than a week or three - a month at most - before returning to his post. The Tsaritsa’s current machinations are so grand that it requires even him, with his young age and new position, to travel far and long. Or perhaps the other Harbingers had interfered again and pushed to send him as far away as possible.

But maybe what he means to say is that Liyue is good for him.

“It seems your popularity has increased, Childe,” Zhongli says one day over tea made from calla lilies. Freshly imported from Mondstadt for their calming effect, he had explained earlier.

Childe tilts his head at the odd observation, briefly wondering if Zhongli is testing him in implicit communication again. He explores the possibility by calmly taking a sip of his tea and asking, “Oh? Have the children at the wharf been talking about me again?”

From the small smile Zhongli gives to the glassy surface of his tea, Childe knows he was right to tread carefully - or maybe he is amused by the irony of his getting along with the local youth. “I’m afraid the rumors I have been hearing are not appropriate for children’s ears.”

This has Childe perking up in interest, but outwardly, he only raises a silent brow. Though the Northland Bank and the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor are business partners, he has made sure up until this point to keep his less-than-moral activities from impacting their relationship. It would be a shame if relations were to break down after all this time. It has nothing to do with not being able to see Zhongli as regularly as he does now if their ties were to be cut, no, not at all.

Thus, Childe forces a thin smile to his lips and hopes his tightened grip around his teacup isn’t obvious. “I’m not sure I understand, xiansheng.” 

“Oh?” He thinks Zhongli’s eyes flicker with a wisp of amusement, but it happens too quickly for him to be sure. “Ms. Ying’er of the Scent of Spring spoke quite highly of you, though?”

Childe chokes, flying into a fit of coughs as he processes the man’s words. So it wasn’t my imagination! His cheeks are flaming red by the time he manages to get himself under control, and he twists his shoulders away from Zhongli to cover his mouth with the back of his hand. “Xiansheng,” he protests quietly, painfully embarrassed, but the man has been drinking his tea calmly all the while.

“I must say that I was quite surprised. I never expected such rumors to emerge considering your reputation.” 

Yes, Liyue has been good for Childe.

He had strolled into this foreign land with all the swagger of a top-notch bard, sharp as a jackknife and hungry for power. What met him instead were tedious meetings, a perpetual flow of paperwork, and the occasional retrieval of loan payment from those too weak to challenge him. And then… Zhongli. Liyue’s grandest prize if anyone were to ask Childe, but one that remains nevertheless unattainable. Frustrated by their little song and dance (i.e., Childe flirting mercilessly with a stone wall that only on rare occasions replied with thank-yous), the young soldier had no qualms seeking pleasure in others if only to confirm that he still “has it.”

Well… not quite.

The people of Liyue, after getting over their initial wariness of him, are no longer shy about their attraction to his looks, money, and power. He would not usually indulge, but the long stay in the region and the thought in the back of his mind that there isn’t a soul here to judge or punish him for any choice that he makes have changed the game - until now. Suddenly, Childe cares very much about what Zhongli thinks of him.

The gears in his mind turn before he makes a spontaneous, definitely dangerous, decision.

A thrill of anticipation dances down the young harbinger’s spine and he gives the man across from him a pretty little smile. “I’m surprised as well,” he begins casually. “To think you would be so interested in my private affairs as to confront me directly.” His voice drops to a seductive baritone. Slowly, as if tasting each word before it left his lips, “Is this an invitation, xiansheng?”

There is a moment of silence in which lust-darkened blues meet calm pools of gold. Zhongli breaks eye contact first to take yet another infuriatingly calm sip of his calla lily tea.

“Surely, it isn’t so strange for me to be concerned, as your teacher, if you are using my lessons to worm your way into the beds of Liyue’s eligible young men and women.”

“Afraid I’ll ruin them for any other lover?”

At this, Zhongli gives a short and sharp huff through his nose, brow crinkling in annoyance. The diplomat across from him has long since learned that this action is his equivalent for clicking one’s tongue. 

Childe throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, a part of him exhilarated by this conversation. It is the most explicit he has been with Zhongli in all this time, and he loves the feeling. The consultant, for his part, lets his lashes flutter in surprise at the unexpected outburst before fixing the roguish redhead with a reproachful stare.

“You’ve dropped all pretenses ever since I caught you stabbing your food with your chopsticks,” he notes. 

Childe shrugs, a lazy grin pulling on his lips and eyes dancing with unbridled joy. “You’ve already seen me weak,” he says, referencing his clumsy use of chopsticks as well, but he knows the underside of his words is still brushed with lust. “And I daresay we both like it better this way.”

Zhongli’s gaze snaps to Childe’s teasing expression as if he had never expected the Snezhnayan to get a read on him like this. His lazy grin has softened to that signature smile that makes his eyes glitter like noctilucous jade found unexpectedly in a glowing cavern. In other words… 

“In the many months we have shared each other’s company, I have yet to understand the meaning of that smile,” Zhongli says thoughtfully.

And then Childe is freezing in place as a gloved hand gently cups his chin, tilting his jaw this way and that as the consultant examines his face as if it were an expensive, one-of-a-kind jade vase. The other hand grasps one of Childe’s wrists, keeping him still as if the man isn’t aware that it’s completely unnecessary. Childe couldn’t move if he wanted to. He doesn’t dare breathe, except to carry on the conversation lest Zhongli realizes what he is doing and stops. “What smile?”

The consultant’s eyes bore into his own and it is only then that Childe realizes just how close the man is. If his heart wasn’t already pounding away at his chest like a man trapped in a room with a starving beast, it is most certainly doing so now. He swallows thickly, eyes darting down to Zhongli’s exquisitely-shaped, oh-so-close mouth. I could kiss him, comes the delirious realization. 

“The one that you give me when you’re thinking something shameless.”

A beat of silence passes as the words hang between them on a thread pulled taught. Slowly, slowly, said pretty little smile spreads over the redhead’s lips once more, like sweet jam. “So you do know what it means,” Childe breathes. He wants nothing more than to lean in and capture the man’s mouth with his own right here, right now, in front of all the people bustling around their little stone table on the outdoor terrace. 

But Zhongli’s gaze remains unyielding, and all he gets in response is a short and low, “Hm.” Then the man pulls out of his personal space in one fluid movement, settling gracefully into his own seat as if nothing had ever happened.

And Childe takes that personally.

NEXT →

[gutsofthemachine]

Hi.

Current device of which is unsuitable for fancier display.

What's, er. This thang??

Lookit, NINX! a SHARK!

Well yeah I can see that, Wid. I got a functioning visor!

REALLY?? Since WHEN?

about a few hours ago. you never noticed?

Well, NO. Never bothered to pay ATTENTION that much.

consider keeping your eyes open and maybe that metallic.. thing from earlier wouldn't have run off.

That was NINXES duty!

Sure as hell wasn't mine! It was your turn, you dimwit!

Oh YOU hush it! We's got a VISITOR, ey??

oh right. I forgot about it cause of your damned bickering!

[internetkovboyu]

Ailemin cahilligi ve yobazligi cok ayri bi seyiyede

[gutsofthemachine]

Current device of which is unsuitable for fancier display.

oh yes, no doubt about it. these two ruffians leave no waking hour where i feel as if they won't cause trouble wherever we travel. or converse for that matter.

NOT my fault NINX is a biggol' LOONEY

Watch it, Wid! You're the one screeching your lungs off and getting some masked freak to come after us!

Not my FAULT they've been DISPOSED improperly!

OOOHH! What HAVE we here?? ANGLE?? a SCRAPHEAP ?? AH! SO COOL! Hey- HEY, OYP! CAN WE KEEP ONE ??

we- we're not keeping either! you can't even own them! they're their own beings, wid!

Tell theangel I said hi.

I MIGHT! HAH! Sucks to SUCK, don't it, NINX?

I'll revokeyour permissions to talkhere.

IM the one STARTING interactions, EY!

and? ninx has a point.

When is it MY turn to be HAPPY?

-@gutsofthemachine

[what did you just call me you li]

The Angel picked the Machine up by the wire in its neck, causing it to shut up immediately, looking at its ally somewhat annoyed.

"No need for that. Hello there, you all are..."

He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Quite the enthusiastic bunch."

[c00kietin]

for the character ask game...

idk who your favorite character from mha is, so let's just go with izuku midoriya :3

(I almost forgot this but then I remembered-)

Favourite thing about them: his T-shirts, I like how witty they are :]

Least favourite thing about them: This is kinda hard, but I wasn't a huge fan of him for a couple of the later mangas (I don't want to spoil just in case, but he kinda went through an "edgy" phase)

Favourite line: Don't have one because I can't remember any :'D

brOTP: just learned what this means, and I think I'll say Mirio and Izuku :D (broOTP is a platonic ship for those who don't know, I don't romantically ship them)

OYP: tbh I don't really ship anyone with him (other than the hospital bed, of course ✨) but I don't mind IzuOcha :D

nOTP: While it used to be BakuDeku, they do begin to develop more later in the story and I'm beginning to see why people ship them, although I'm not the hugest fan of TodoBakuDeku (no disrespect if you do ship it, I just see them more as friends 👍)

Random Headcanon: This is quite literally a random one since I just made it up, but I can see him being very slow at Kahoot since he'd think about it for too long and probably be the last one to answer lol

Unpopular opinion: Uuh- I guess it'd be cooler if he wasn't always portrayed as a "cute n wholesome" beause while at times he's like that, he can have his serious moments too. Not much of an unpopular opinion, but yk.

Song I associate with them: Oh jeekus- I kinda picture something like Centuries from Fall Out Boy :]

Favourite picture of them:

[postsofbabel]

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[randy-jade-4ever]

Ooooo is this one of those ghosts, specters, and/or ghouls?

(He sleep)

(But then he... awakens)

Kf jzo iquwo fume ez lqhec ei eqmpzhq yhz tm zqt cpuxny opup due alqvtj xooj dplx mu oyp ir vhzdy fjiyrm fjey jye.

[namchyoon]

i feel so bad for the members whenever they arrive in sk from overseas 😔 the people who wait for them in the airport are out of control, it's so anxious to just watch them... Taehyung literally mentioned this on his ig story, but they'll never listen

https://twitter.com/Iridescent9595/status/1671808696199024640?t=oyP-HQJxJGXJbjIj9NB0xQ&s=19

this is terrible :(

i just have airport videos blocked atp anon it's genuinely so anxiety-inducing even to watch that it has just put me off any airport content in general including the official media ones 😓

[hammersonthewall]

Viendo Orgullo y Prejuicio por nueva vez. Iba a decir enésima pero creo que es menos de las veces que he visto el asuntito a este punto.

Me encanta que el primero en fijarse en Lizzie es el Sr. Bingley. Alguna vez Jane le habrá hecho el comentario de haber dicho en voz alta que era "agreeable"? kjksjekjskejsjke

Me gusta lo llena de vida que se siente la película. Siempre me cuesta poner el dedo en que específicamente me gusta de cada vez que veo la pelicula, realmente, pero ahora mismo es qu eestá llena de vida la wea. Los bailes son muy bonitos, la gente parece tan... gente. Al final de la canción, el aplauso es tan fuerte que los microfonos no captan muy bien (o quizás, se mezcló así, maravilla igual) a Lizzie diciendo que casi se equivoca y gira al lado equivocado, a plena risa.

La línea de "Dancing... even if one's partner is barely tolerable" como un muy buen clapback, una buena respuesta. Si. Pero también eclipsa un poquito la linea inmediatamente anterior. "Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead". Mi comadre no deja ni una wea al azar. Mi comadre no apunta, pero le achunta igual.

Matthey McFayden, quien acabo de googlear y darme cuenta que se escribe Matthew Macfadyen, pero la y fue más typo que otra cosa. Me desvié. En fin, el actor es, impresionantemente, alguien que en un no tan mal día podría no asimilar que fuese Tom Wambsgans de Succesion.

Le puse pausa a la película, lo cual derrota la idea de ver OyP, así que esto se pausa.

[mikazukinika]

IV. Shameless [Thrice]

"O YOUNG PEACOCK" TAGS & ABOUT → Summary: Tartaglia, having obtained the clues he needed to track down the key to his mission's success, descends on Yanshang Teahouse in the dark of night. Scene Rating: T (mentions of violence + suggestive language) Scene Length: 915 words, about 3 minutes NEXT (coming soon!) → READ ON AO3 → MORE FROM THIS AUTHOR →

By the time he is done mulling over this memory, he is already being let into the lobby of Northland Bank by the nightguard Nadia. He wants to think of a way to get back at Ying’er for spreading rumors about him, but not only does he have work to do, her rumors have also come with unexpected benefits. For example, it is now whispered among those who lust after him that equivalent exchange is a surefire way into his arms for the night. Those who interpreted this to mean money - mistaking him for a nightwalker - meet unfortunate ends. Those who correctly understood this to mean information on Liyue Harbor’s most classified activities were rewarded and left satisfied.

Though to outsiders, it probably seems like I’m a promiscuous brat running wild. A smile ticks up to his lips at the thought of Zhongli’s reactions to said rumors this morning. But that’s fine. 

It’s definitely not how he imagined his time in Liyue would go, but Childe is flexible.

“Lord Harbinger?”

Childe rolls his eyes at himself, having been so caught up in his own thoughts that he has almost forgotten what they’re here for. “It’s nothing.” Then, a little louder so as to address the entire group, “Let’s go.”

“If you say so…” the skirmisher - Javert, was it? - replies uncertainly. “But sir, need you personally see to such a routine matter?”

He nods farewell to Ekaterina and Andrei, who salute him stiffly in return. The skirmisher at his side says his goodbyes to Nadia when they step out of the opulent lobby, and it isn’t until they’re walking down the steps that Childe bothers to answer his question.

“Relax,” he says, smirking at the masked aide before his gaze wanders to the side thoughtfully. “I… have other matters to attend to as well.”

Wisely, the agent chooses not to say another word.

The inside of Yanshang Teahouse is dark, but Childe knows there are rats hiding inside. There is a chair at one end of the rectangular room they sneak into, choosing to silently slither in through a subtler entrance rather than cause a scene by relieving the guards at the front door. Childe eases himself into the chair with the grace of a cat, resting a calf casually on one knee. A gloved finger taps once on the clothes of his uniform, impatient. 

Soon enough, voices make their way through one end of the building to the room they are currently in. Their words become clearer as they draw near.

“-We can make it far away with this,” one of the rats says.

“But Master… what about the debt?” another softly demands.

Childe feels a thrill of excitement crinkle at the corners of his eyes. So Ying’er was spot on. The agent flanking him tenses at the final word that filled the room like a living person’s presence.

“Oh yes,” Childe interrupts smoothly. “I’m here to collect that.”

“Who’s there?!”

“Quick, guards! Protect the master!”

Tap… tap… His finger continues its relaxed and unidentifiable rhythm against his knee. “No matter what it is you owe, you can’t run from your debt.” For once, Childe isn’t smiling. He is certainly pleased to find that the time he spent with Ying’er wasn’t wasted, but debt collection under these circumstances… Boredom paints his expression with a transparent coat of professionalism. He can’t help the harsh tone of his next words, “Is that not the law of the God of Contracts in Liyue?”

Someone fetches a lamp bright enough to shed light on Childe’s half of the room. The Master is clearly floored upon recognizing both himself and the skirmisher behind him. “Fatui?!” he stutters, jutting a shaking finger at them. “You can’t just barge into a private residence!” he bellows. The doors fly open with a loud clatter just in time for his next order, “Guards! Show him how we treat unwelcome guests at Yanshang Teahouse!”

This has Childe on his feet, summoning blades of water to his hands with a huff. “Not much for adversaries,” he complains. “But, well-” He smirks. “-I could always use a bit of exercise.”

But the guards hit the floor in no time at all, unconscious.

“If I could even call it that,” Childe tacks on with a frown, gingerly stepping over their bodies to retrieve the goods. Now, let’s see what kind of treasure Ms. Ying’er was talking about… 

An aged talisman takes shape in the air over the palm of his hand. Javert, who wasn’t even given the chance to act, speaks up as soon as he sees it. “I… never would have thought that an ordinary person had a Sigil of Permission in their possession. According to our research thus far, it’s been years since anyone has seen one of these…”

But Childe isn’t happy to hear the amazement in his tone at all. Shooting a glare over his shoulder, he replies, “Your job is debt collection, yet you failed to check what treasures he possessed that you might collect?” 

Realizing his mistake, the agent flinches, bowing his head immediately. “Apologies,” he stutters nervously. “A dereliction of my duty-”

“Enough.” Childe removes his oppressive stare. It wasn’t too long ago that he was wearing that uniform and bowing his head like that, but such thoughts are useless. He is here now because he is strong. “Let’s go.”

“Yes sir…”

They don’t bother sneaking out but choose instead to leave boldly through the front doors.

NEXT (Coming soon!) →

[gutsofthemachine]

puuuu onion boy ,, nasty looking racoon you got there

WHO ?? Me Me ME ??

no, they're talking about ninx, you cretin.

WHO are you calling a CRETIN, Oyp !?

well it's you, sassybitch.

Let ME remind you who gave YOU that INJURY !!

And letme remind you that isn't a goodthing to bluff about.

settle down, you two. it's not good to argue in front of an asker.

If YOU say so..

[cdbrainrecords]

The Four Shriek* - リムジン江 (イムジン河) (7", EP)

Vinyl(VG) Picture Cover(VG+) / コンディション　盤 : Very Good (VG) コンディション　ジャケット : Very Good Plus (VG+) コンディションの表記について　  [ M > M- > VG+ > VG > G+ > G > F > P ] レーベル : Young Pops – OYP-1001~1002 フォーマット : Vinyl, 7″, EP 生産国 : Japan 発売年 : 1968 ジャンル : Folk, World, & Country スタイル : Folk   収録曲 :  A. リムジン江 Rimjingang B. フンタリヨン Heung Taryeong       Data provided by Discogs

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mhmm :3

[theluckyblu]

laina sakong gibati oyps

[toaststeallerrrr]

“:3” is pronounced as “oyp”

some silly little tiny creature emotes i made last night :3

anatomy?!? whos that!! /silly