#Poor song taewon

[rikan-oo]

> In addition to Noah, who’d returned to his human form, Sung Hyunjae also came with us to see if he could find anything to do. Go away.

At this point, I'm not even surprised that Hyunjae just magically appears when Yoojin is going out somewhere. Now I just wait for this moment and every time it works like a Swiss clock. And this "Go away" is just👌

#Hyunjae stirs up chaos on purpose and I'm here for it #He is really looks like a male lead who ideally should take care of your problems but in the reality just creates new ones #Poor song taewon #Not yoojin this gremlin is usually eye of thr storm #han yoojin #sung hyunjae #Sctir #Tsctir #my s class hunters #the s classes that i raised #sctir novel

[sunbathingfox7]

In the recent chapter,

Han Yoojin : Have lunch with me.

Song Taewon : I refuse.

Han Yoojin : We can talk shit about Sung Hyunjae.

Song Taewon : ...So what are we having for lunch?

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN THE MANHWA 😂😂

Sung Hyunjae-ssi, just how much did you bully poor Director Song for him to become like this...

#s classes that i raised #sctir #tsctir #han yoojin #song taewon #sung hyunjae #poor director song #he suffered a lot because of a certain blond S-class

[ankhlesbian]

HYJ STOP OGLING THIS MANS TITTIES WHILE HAVING A CONVERSATION WITH HIM

#poor song taewon needs a my eyes are ul here version… #it reads sctir

[tenderlytouchingjesters]

I don’t really see people post headcanons so I thought I’d post my own.

I present to you all:

HYJ x SHJ x STW QPR:

- STW is the least active

- HYJ and SHJ regularly go out together

- STW is exacerbated and constantly gets dragged into things with them

- They won’t leave the poor man alone

- They fuck wildly (Eunhye comes in clutch for HYJ)

- HYH has no idea what’s going on with his brother, just knows that they’re annoyingly fond of each other (only while HYJ doesn’t know what’s going on since there’s never a getting together moment, but also knows that HYH may commit murder)

- SHJ tries very hard to act like everyone’s stepdad, everyone else hates it (except for chirpie) (would try to get HYH to call him Hyung, HYH would also try to kill him)

- STW acts like a distant uncle

- SHJ phone contacts: Partner 💝💖 (HYJ) & Baby Girl ^^

- HYJ phone contacts: Annoying Partner (SHJ) (Partner) & Sexy Partner (ooc but I want it to be true, STW) / Song Taewon :) (Muscles)

- STW phone contacts: Sung Hyunjae (bastard #1) & Han Yoojin (bastard #2)

- No romantic feelings are involved

- SHJ’s feelings: interesting Person I like to tease (STW) and Interesting Person I’m somehow fond of (HYJ)

- STW’s feelings: two annoying/concerning bastards that I must keep an eye on, I’d rather be with them than have them cause mayhem away from my eyes (keeps on leash)

- HYJ’s feelings: happy someone has accepted him for who he is and doesn’t mind him taking in a lot of children (single mother who needs support)

- They make each other better but worse

- They all wear SHJ’s hand knitted pink accessories (cardigans, scarves, gloves, etc)

- Occasionally they have a sleep overs and all sleep in SHJ’s bed - STW doesn’t do it as often as HYJ

- HYJ needs lots of cuddles (it’s the trauma)

- Whenever HYH and HYJ’s other babies are in dungeons he goes over to sleep at SHJ’s house

- SHJ pays for everything (STW does not like this)

- They both (SHJ and HYJ) like taking care of STW, stw doesn’t like this either (he’s their bby girl)

(This has been in my notes app for months)

#sctir #the s classes that i raised #tsctir #Han Yoojin #song taewon #sung hyunjae #s classes that i raised #just did this for fun #I’m crazy about them your honor #I wish I was better at writing #so I could write all the fanfic #tell me if you disagree

[sctir]

sctir height chart why not

heights & art from the wiki!!

notes and rambling from making height chart below

- i like this art style so much

- some of these poses are not very conducive to height chart-ing? the han household and noah are very well behaved but ... myeongwoo and moon hyuna have their heads tilted, riette is Stanced, song taewon is drawn in a sort of top-down perspective, and sung hyunjae is. um. just look at them. 1. a good boy 2. ?? thank you but please try again 3. why are you fruity

- stacked all together the height differences don't look so severe cause its a relatively gradual progression but man. poor yoojin. imagine being perfectly normal height and suddenly the apocalypse happens and now the average height of the people you know is like 6 inches taller

- that being said, geunseo, thank you so much for the jinjae height difference. you're crazy, but thank you. it means a lot to me.

- i heard that noah is jacked. that noah has a six pack. i heard that noah is shredded

#han yoohyun #sung hyunjae #the s classes that i raised #wei.post #what ib the goddamn #👍 #han yoojin #sctir #sctirposting

[wovenstarlight]

(on ao3)

"HYUNG, IF YOU DON'T TURN THAT THING OFF, I'M GOING TO COME BREAK IT!"

Taewon jolts awake all at once, heart pounding. There's a blaring alarm coming from… beside him, but he keeps his phone on the desk across the room and it uses a different tone, so what—?

"HYUNG!" shrieks the irate voice of a ghost, and Taewon jolts again and calls back "alright!" before he realizes.

Ah.

Ah, but then that means—

He grabs the phone he discarded three years ago and scrabbles to silence it, pushing himself up off the bed, and—It's like missing a stair, the way his foot keeps going, except there's no stairs, it's his own leg that's an inch too short, and he tumbles onto the floor with a loud bang. There's an alarmed shout from elsewhere in the house, but Taewon forgoes answering in favor of shoving himself back upright and stumbling over to the door. The handle won't turn properly, he yanks at it, he can't deal with this right now, not when he needs to see him—to know he's alive—he needs to know, where is he, is he okay, please be okay,

The door gives way. Taewon stumbles past it and stares down the hall. Stares at the other end of the corridor, where his little brother stands, unharmed unhurt whole safe alive. ("…Hyung? Are you… You good?")

Alive.

("You're scaring me, haha, is everything cool?")

Alive.

("Um, hyung…? What—Is that the fucking door handle? Did you rip off the—")

Taewon's phone crunches under his white-knuckled grip, agony flares to life in his palm, and he hits the ground.

*

Hyunjae knows he's being shorter with his aides than he'd like. He can see the strange looks they're giving him and feel the way they tiptoe around him, clear as day.

None of that matters right now. He has a pounding headache and a need to get to Dodam already. Given the time they've regressed to, the guild should already be established, with its first major uptick in growth a few months behind them now. Hopefully the others reach as soon as possible, if they haven't already.

"Sir? We're here."

Hyunjae gives his driver a hurried nod as he slides out of the car, immediately doing a quick spin to check for—there. He makes a beeline for the small white car parked further down the crowded sidewalk and swings open the rear door.

"—really think the hospital—whoa, what the fuck? Who the hell are you?"

"Hello," Hyunjae says with his most charming smile. "You must be Song Cheolmin, pleasure to meet you."

"How do you know my name," the young man in the driver's seat demands, but Hyunjae's attention is instead on the man slumped over in the back seat, one hand holding a red-stained handkerchief to his nose, the other cradled in his lap and speckled with yet more blood. Taewon looks to be in poor shape, but beneath the too-deep eyebags and various cuts and bleeding orifices, he's still perfectly familiar as the him from years ahead, broad shoulders and cropped hair and frown lines that crease deep as those dark eyes look up, bottomless and clouded, and he says "Hyunjae-ssi?" says Hyunjae.

He(he) blinks. His(his) eyes widen, blue system light reflecting in his(his) irises, and he(he) says "Ah," and with that Hyunjae's muscles lock up and he crumples into the car on top of Taewon.

*

Hyuna glances towards the glass doors just in time to see Hyunjae keel over into a car. "Oh, jeez. I—Hold on, sorry," she says apologetically to the guy behind the front desk. "I have to go, I'll be back in a minute, really sorry."

Beside Hyuna, Yerim's mother looks alarmed. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, absolutely!" Hyuna gives her a wide grin for good measure but knows it doesn't work on Yerim, sitting on one of the armchairs across the way and staring daggers her way. "Just, I need to go get some of our guys."

Yerim's mother is mouthing our guys, brows creased in confusion, as Hyuna leans to the side and signs at Yerim. "Team's outside, I'll be splitting the skill with them. Be right back."

Yerim nods at her, levering up from her chair and hobbling over to join her mom. With that secured, Hyuna ducks out the doors to Dodam and weaves through sidewalk traffic to get to the little car she recognizes from the photos in Taewon's wallet. She rests an arm on the car roof, leaning down into the open door.

"Hi, Chief Song, Sung Hyunjae, and… new kid," she greets cheerfully, cutting off said new kid's panicked babbling. He gapes at her. That must be little Cheolmin. "Good you're here, let me catch you up—"

"Do you know hyung?" Song Cheolmin cuts in, looking abruptly suspicious.

"Uh, yeah, I'm… I work with him sometimes." There, that should be vague enough for them to spin up a suitable lie around it later on. "I'm just—"

"What's wrong with him? With—the other guy, ever since he showed up both of them have just been totally unresponsive, I don't know what's happening!"

Okay, the interrupting is a little annoying, but now that Hyuna studies the guys she can see what Song Cheolmin means. Taewon's holding himself very, very still, breathing through his mouth and holding a hanky against his bleeding nose. There's that crease between his brows that means he's got one of his worse headaches. Hyunjae, meanwhile, is sprawled over his lap, also stiff but in a hyper-tense sort of way. The… same brow crease is there, and he's frowning just like Taewon is, which is really unusual for him—

Wait. Shit. Hyuna scans him over, then Taewon, then Hyunjae again. The twitches in Taewon's fingers, matched by those in Hyunjae's. The little sways of Taewon's body, matched by Hyunjae's arrested jolts. "Chief Song?" she asks, just to confirm.

There's a pause. "Hyuna-ssi," Taewon croaks, sounding almost relieved, and Hyunjae croaks it right along with him in perfect, eerie synchronicity, right down to the little quaver on the ssi. Damn.

"He's mirroring," Hyuna says aloud for Cheolmin's sake. "Both of them are overloaded from their skills, I'm guessing. Here, I'll—"

"Skills? Hyung Awakened? When? Wha—"

"Song Cheolmin, right?" Whew. Whew. Deep breath, and then another. She forces her voice to soften. "In short, yeah, we all Awakened recently. We'll explain everything in depth, later. For now, it's very important that you sit really still and keep really quiet."

Keeping her voice gentle gets easier as she turns back to Taewon. "Chief Song? I'm going to tag you in, okay? Me and Yerim—she's inside with her mom—we can share the load, it should make it easier until Yoohyun gets here. That sound good to you?"

Both of the guys nod, tense and tight. Hyuna exhales and rests a gentle hand on Taewon's shoulder; he leans into the touch, and she sends over the invitation.

[Awakened Person Song Taewon has joined the Family!]

He goes limp under her hand all at once, right as her head drops into the metaphorical blender. "Fuck," she hisses with feeling, crumpling into the backseat on top of Hyunjae's legs. Dodam is fucking bustling, she realizes as Taewon's inherited skill prickles to life in her brain and begins lighting up the world around her with tens, hundreds, thousands of glowing lives. The sidewalk traffic hadn't seemed quite so intense on the way in.

Hyuna squints at Taewon. His nose seems to have stopped bleeding, and he's giving her a weak smile. The borrowed Stamina must have set in. At least his body can keep up with the demand of the skill, now, even if his mind can't.

Though it remains to be seen how long that lasts. "Your turn, crazy ass," she breathes, and settles a hand on Sung Hyunjae's ankle.

*

Yerim has already been wanting to cry at the ache of her ankles from when she sprinted to get her mom, and at her mom being alive, and at how the Dodam staff look right through her instead of grinning at her and welcoming her home, and at how they won't get her a line to her goddamn ahjussi, she just wants to talk to family, is that so fucking bad.

So when she feels the Family bond shiver with new additions, she has a second to start crying at Taewon ahjussi's presence, before Hyunjae ahjussi's Mana sparks through the bond and her tears freeze solid on her cheeks.

Motherfucker, she thinks, and crumples to the ground as the duo's skills follow them through.

There's people crying out, rising from their seats, muscles tensing in panic, and Mama kneeling over her, grabbing her shoulders and shouting her name. She scrapes herself together with her scant hour of experience, forces her attention away from the crowds in the Dodam halls and out the door, to where Hyuna unni went. There's a split second where she finds them, piled up on each other like toppled Jenga bricks, Hyunjae ahjussi gasping like he's come up from drowning and the other two clutching at him for dear life.

And then, quite abruptly, the skills are pulled away from her with an insistent tug from Hyunjae ahjussi. Panic flares for a moment, and her shoulders feel cold—Mama yelps and pulls her hands away, and Yerim sees frost covering them, sparkling in the lights.

And then both Keeper and Skin slam right back into her in their entirety. Yerim nearly bites through her tongue trying not to scream when her head explodes with agony. She scrabbles at the skills, trying to push them back and split them between everyone, but then Hyunjae ahjussi shoves a spark of his own electric Mana at her, and it illuminates the spikes he’s made of the skills’ range.

Oh. Ohhh. Yerim sees it now. She draws away from her mother, stumbling to her feet, and limps out the doors, pushing insistently past the handful of life-lights that try to get in her way.

The spark of ahjussi's Mana is still with her. She pulls at him, and he gives in equal measure, raw Mana reshaped by her hands into a shell of pure ice around that spark. Light, set alight, and Taewon ahjussi lends her his Strength to toss it straight upwards into the air—Hyuna unni draws away Mana and the winds come to life around it, carrying it ever higher into the sky—

*

Far above them, three pinpricks of life reel back as the sphere of ice explodes into a flameless firework. Yoojin shouts, heels pressing into Blue's sides and wheeling her around so that they hover in place.

"What the—" He squints up at the flakes of lingering ice—not natural, but imprints of pure Mana—then looks down at the ground, where four human shapes wave up at him. Three of them aren't even visible by normal eyesight, sitting inside… a car?

The fourth stranger points insistently at the doors to Dodam, then starts signing. Her movements are too small to see from up here; instead he focuses on the shape of her hands, the cuts they slice through the air, the muscles tensing and relaxing in her arms as her fingers curve. We need to talk. Let us in.

He stares down at them, the little blobs that they are from this high up. The girl—with that height, she must be in her mid-teens or thereabouts—flutters her hands in a seemingly frustrated gesture, and then signs—

That’s Yoohyun's name sign. Yoojin's eyes widen, and somehow she must notice, because she gives a thumbs up and then points urgently at his brother's approximate position.

"Yoohyun-ah," Yoojin says, loud enough to be heard over the wind and Blue's wingflaps. He leans back into his brother, a reassuring weight. "There are people down there, do you know them?"

Yoohyun's crying too hard to respond verbally—has been for a while—so his hands shift where he's got them wrapped in a vice grip around Yoojin's middle. FOUR? he fingerspells slowly.

"Yeah, four of them. Two women, two men."

Yoohyun hesitates. Yoojin feels him out, frowning, as his tense limbs slacken ever so slightly. For him to be relieved, he must know them, so Yoojin prepares to hear acquaintances, or maybe colleagues, but definitely not—

FRIENDS.

Yoojin's breath catches. "Friends," he feels himself repeat.

Yoohyun nods minutely.

Yoojin hadn't thought his eyes could get any wider. "Okay," he says, and releases his white-knuckled grip on Blue's feathers to retrieve his phone and send a few texts to Soyoung and Sunghan.

Then he looks down again, waves at the quartet of stranger-friends on the ground below, and flies them home.

#my writing #my sranks #the s ranks that i raised #the s classes that i raised #song taewon #sung hyunjae #moon hyuna #bak yerim #han yoojin #han yoohyun #blue sranks #and featuring... #song cheolmin #kwon jiyeon ywbk #! #rankswap au #part one of three posted today; make sure you catch them all! #star.txt

[deadgrantaires]

The S-Rank public servant, Song Taewon, nodded lightly. Just when he had nodded his head, a large, sleek, obviously-expensive-even-at-a-glance sedan slid into the parking lot. As if racing on a highway, without decreasing its speed, it turned, when.

Bam!

It rammed into the small car’s rear end. The poor small car was partly destroyed, but the sedan just had a slight scratch. Yerim, who had seen that, mumbled quietly.

“Nice.”

Let’s pretend I didn’t hear it.

The person who came out of the sedan’s driver’s seat was none other than Sung Hyunjae. With a refreshed face, that crazy guy raised and showed one hand toward Song Taewon. In his hand, was a paper that looked like a business card.

“File the repair costs to here. Or should I give you the car keys? Seeing you go around hunched over with that build, my foot unconsciously hit the accelerate. It wasn’t on purpose.”

top sung hyunjae almost manslaughter moments

#car accident /// #rorclasses #ch 82

[tyrantwombat]

Things I did like from the chapter:

Song Taewon's exclamation point.

That's first, second, third, and fourth all on its own. Top tier stuff.

Yoojin's face when revealing he was still on an open line with STW lol

I have some issues with how the fight played out and what they cut but Yoojin throwing in Teacher was staged pretty cool in the art + Yoohyun visibly stepping down when he did It was just a couple panels but I liked it. Some unspoken visual stuff going on there a bit.

Noah's dragon transformation

The dialogue itself where Yoojin was telling Noah it wasn't his fault

HYH's vendetta against anyone anywhere in any capacity having arms plural grows ever stronger (+ the 'aw look they do care about each other!' moment)

Peace overworked and underpaid this whole arc. poor bby let him rest.

#sctir webcomic #can't be 100% a grump

[shjapologist]

ok now here's another one. blorbos with sranks BUT. no shj.

FUCKFJGKFNDNS

blorbo: bak yerim

scrunkly: (redzcted) chirpie <3

scrimblo bimblo: yoo myeongwoo and kang soyoung..

glup shitto: elder counts. he counts.

poor little meow meow: song taewon 👊😔

horse plinko: han yoohyun

eeby deeby: yeah cho hwawoon

#mysranks #asks

[mujehan-a]

@yifxnn ♥’d | ft. TAEWON & SOONYOUNG

---  “i'm sorry, no, I'm not sorry,” taewon rapped along, listening to the song echoing off the tiled walls. there was just something different about dancing in the streets ( more like underground in the subway stations ) than dancing in the practice rooms -- the acoustics and feeling is totally different, “I'm just gettin' started And my life's a party.” the dancer continued, pretending to hold a mic in his left hand ( he should really find something that had the same weight as a microphone ). a face mask covering the lower half of his face to ( futilely ) conceal his identity despite how stifling it was, he wanted to dance in the streets but not get discovered....how sad he must give one up to do the other ( dance in the streets but stifle himself or dance in he studio but stifling atmosphere ).

taewon also found that the ceiling could be quite low in certain places so he did like being out in the open where he could openly tumble and flip ( and spin ) without fear of slamming into the mirror or equipment in the practice room.

one flip...two flips....three flips and straight into ( or nearly straight into ) a poor stranger. stumbling a few steps due to an awkward landing to avoid bumping into them, “shit...sorry, i didn’t clip you, did i?” taewon fretted.

#[ taewon | threads ] #[ misc | starter ] #yifxnn