#i know that a lot of little girls love pink and fairies and princesses and mermaids

[eunandonly]

( 양정원 ) ⸻ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ! ⟡

IN WHICH ⸻ jungwon gives you a little christmas surprise

( pairing ) ❜ jungwon x f!r 1092wc + fluff, christmas, angst if you squint contains ! kissing, skinship, swearing / archive

"are you really not going to be here for the christmas?" you ask as you talk to jungwon on the phone. you're sitting by the armchair near the window, staring at the snow pile up outside as the fireplace cracks near you. "sorry princess," jungwon said on the other end of the line. "maybe next year."

you can't help but let out a sigh, looking longingly at the winter wonderland outside. "i was so excited to have you over so we can build a snowman and have some time together. it snowed here, you know." jungwon left town last year for university leaving you behind, and despite what you've been telling yourself, you miss him. a lot.

you had been counting down to christmas all year, the days marked not with numbers but with quiet, vivid imaginings. you’d pictured you and jungwon sitting together wrapped in a soft blanket in the living room, surrounded by fairy lights whilst sipping on hot chocolate. a day spent outside building a snowman, recording the chaotic process with your ancient camcorder. jungwon is all you want for christmas, but it’s already christmas eve now, and jungwon isn’t here.

"gosh, i miss you so much wonnie," you say, pouting. "can't believe i'm left behind in this stupid boring town whilst you're in the city. there's nothing to do here- more sheeps than humans, i swear."

jungwon's laugh makes you smile despite your sadness.

"i miss you so much as well. i've got to go now, y/n. i promise i'll see you soon, okay?"

you roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair frustrated. "yeah, when is soon, jungwon? when is soon-"

jungwon ends the call, the line disconnecting with a little beep. you stare down at your dark screen in disbelief before letting out a huff.

asshole.

you wonder for a split second whether he's not coming back because he's not interested anymore. perhaps he found a prettier, smarter, nicer girl in university whom he's going to spend time with for christmas.

no, jungwon won't do that. he loves you.

right?

but if he did, would he really not come back for christmas without a proper explanation as to why?

and the way he ended the call with you so abruptly- maybe another girl was with him, holding his hand as he called you.

you throw your phone down on the sofa next to you, shaking your head.

"no, jungwon won't do that. he loves me." you say to yourself, saying it out loud as if it'll help convince you.

but can you really blame jungwon if he's found someone else? you aren't that pretty, and you don't even go to university with him.

amid your worries, there’s a knock on the door.

it’s soft, almost hesitant, but it breaks through the stillness like the first note of a song. your brows furrow.

you get up from the armchair, wondering who it is. it's definitely not the delivery man- you haven't ordered anything recently. a friend, maybe? no, they're all away, some of them to the city, some to the beach and some to warmer countries to flee from the biting cold of december.

so who is it?

"coming!" you call out, walking over to the door. you take in a deep breath, bracing yourself for the gust of icy cold air that's sure to blow in if you open the door.

you turn the door knob, immediately met with the cold wind and blizzard. and then you see him.

jungwon.

his cheeks are flushed pink from the cold, his dark hair peeking out of his knit beanie. he stands there, bundled in a thick coat, a dust of snow covering him and a small, gold wrapped box in his hands. he looks impossibly perfect against the pale winter backdrop, his smile soft, a little shy, but warm enough to melt away all your doubts and worries and frost in an instant.

“umm, merry christmas,” he says, his voice gentle and soft.

you stare for a moment or two, your breath caught somewhere between disbelief and relief, before stepping forward and throwing your arms around him. jungwon’s laugh is muffled against your shoulder as he lifts up from the ground to swing you to and fro like a little kid before putting you back down.

“you’re here,” you whispered. “i thought you couldn’t come.”

he pulled back from the embrace justice enough to look at you properly, and he sweeps away your hair from your face. “of course i’m here,” he murmurs. “i’ve been busy with university, couldn’t even talk to you on the phone that much, but i had to come.”

you feel your cheeks grow warm. “i thought you found someone else.”

“what?”

it sounds silly now, but you continue. “i thought you found a smarter, prettier girl at uni. thought you weren’t coming for christmas because you’re spending it with her.”

jungwon just laughs now. “you think i would replace you? princess, you overthink too much. i would never go off with another girl when you’re so perfect.”

he leans down to give you a sweet little kiss on the lips, and you smile.

“alright, let’s go in now before all this blizzard and cold gets in. let’s make a snowman together, and we can watch old disney together…”

✉️ : @icyy-hoon

[quojae]

 - Where your roommates male bsf changes your life forever - 

f!reader x sunghoon - college au - kissing - living together - mutual feelings - fluff  

a/n: hello loves 𖹭 i really hope you enjoy this cute and fluffy short story (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

wc 7.2k

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starting college will always be  nerve racking. of course you look forward to it - its a step into a brand new world, who wouldn't be excited. yet at the same time, leaving behind everything you've known to move in with a stranger, its a strange feeling to describe. for some extroverts its thrilling, and for some introverts its downright terrifying. you aren't quite sure how to feel about it. the tangle of nerves in your stomach has yet to unwind itself, so you sit on your new bed, in your tiny dorm room, staring at a blank wall unsure what to do next. your life that you managed to pack into four boxes is all laid out in front of you. clothes, stationary, that one blanket you've had for as long as you remember, all in front of you waiting to be placed in its new spot in this unfamiliar room. the clunk of a door opening startles you out of your thoughts. you jump a little, instinctively straightening up on your bed as the door creaks open. in the doorway stands a figure, the silhouette of someone about your age, holding a few bags, a backpack slung over one shoulder. they look just as unsure as you feel, glancing around the room with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation.

"uh... hey," they say, their voice sounding friendly, but there's a hint of nervousness. "i guess this is my room…"

the air between you both feels awkward at first - like neither of you knows quite how to break the ice.

you both probably have a million thoughts running through your heads, each of you wondering what this new chapter is going to bring. but here you are, in the same boat, just two strangers trying to figure out how to make this work.

you clear your throat, “im… y/n, it’s nice to meet you.”

the girl standing in the doorway smiles and steps further into the dorm, dragging a large suitcase behind her, “wonyoung, jang wonyoung,” her voice is sweet, making you feel instantly more comfortable.

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after the initial awkwardness things were simple, easy. despite the fact your new roommate, wonyoung looked quite literally like a fairy princess, she was approachable and friendly and you easily grew close. things were surprisingly simple. the early days were full of small talk, the nerves slowly settled as the days passed, and you found yourself laughing more than you thought you would.

wonyoung was, as your first impression suggested, impossibly pretty - like someone who belonged in a fairy tale. Her hair was always perfectly styled, and she had this effortless grace about her that made you feel like you were in the presence of royalty. But for all her beauty, she was so fun to be around, charming, funny, and completely approachable. it didn't take long to realize that behind the porcelain skin and delicate features, there was a real person - someone warm, and wonderful. after meeting her friends you fit in immediately, they were so welcoming to you it was like finding another family. your social circle expanded daily as she introduced you to new people. it was fun, it was what college was supposed to be and you were enjoying every minute.

college was fun of course, but college was also a lot of work. You would often find yourself sitting at your small desk that was crammed into a corner of the room writing essays into the late hours of the night. sometimes wonyoung would stay up with you, also writing an essay, other times she would just chat with you, simple conversations to help make work feel a bit less like work. it was one of these nights, you were writing a paper, wonyoung was lounging on her bed, in frilly pink pajamas, as usual. yet tonight she was a bit distracted, still chatting with you, but sometimes there would be an awkward break in conversation as she thought deeply about how to respond to a text she had gotten.

after rushing through the conclusion of your paper and throwing on pajamas, ready to collapse and fall asleep for the next few hours until your painfully early 9am class you realized wonyoung was still awake, still laying on her bed, staring at her phone.

"what's up?" you ask, your voice tentative.

she hesitates for a moment before responding, her tone a little strained. "Oh, sorry. i'm just having a bit of an argument with my mom."

you sit up a little, concern rising. "well, what's going on? maybe i can help."

"the thing is," she begins, her voice quiet, "one of my childhood friends is coming to campus for a seminar or something - it's not a big deal - and my mom wants him to stay with us so he doesn't have to pay for a hotel." she finishes speaking and quickly types a response to a text, her brows furrowing as she does.

“that doesn’t seem like a big deal,” you respond, “i wouldn't mind”

She lets out a sigh “i wouldn't mind either, the real problem is my friend who she wants to stay with us, is a guy, and knowing his personality im afraid he would make you uncomfortable.”

your mind processes that for a moment before responding, “well, he is your friend, i'm sure it won't be too bad, why not let him stay with us for a bit, he can sleep on our couch.”

wonyoung pauses her furious typing to look at you with a worried expression “are you sure?”

you smile “yeah, why not!”

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a month had passed since that late-night conversation with wonyoung, and it had almost slipped from your mind entirely - until a knock at your door startled you out of your thoughts. you sighed and set down your textbook, walked over to the door, expecting a delivery or a neighbor needing something, but when you opened the door, you froze.

a man stood there, holding a duffel bag. he wasn’t someone you recognized, but that wasn’t what left you speechless. it was his appearance, the sheer perfection of it, that took your breath away. his hair was perfectly styled, framing his sharp jawline and angular features in a way that seemed too flawless to be real. His thick brows arched perfectly above his eyes, which held a sharp, almost intense gaze. the contrast between his dark hair and pale skin made him look like something out of a fashion magazine, or maybe a dream.

you stood there for a moment, completely frozen, unable to process anything other than the fact that this was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. his presence seemed to fill the cramped hallway, his features so striking it almost felt like you were staring at a sculpture.

and then it hit you - how disheveled you must look standing in front of him. you were wearing an old graphic tee, the one you’d picked up from a random bin in a clearance section years ago, paired with old shorts you used to use for painting, that you found at the back of your closet, because you didn’t feel like putting any effort into your appearance, you were supposed to be alone, at home it shouldnt have mattered. your hair, which you hadn’t bothered to style, hung messily around your face, and you hadn’t even washed your face that morning. the contrast between the way he looked and the way you felt was almost too much to bear.

for a few seconds, there was nothing but awkward silence as you stared at him, trying - and failing - to hide the sudden wave of self-consciousness. you could feel heat rising in your cheeks. in that moment, you wished you were somewhere else, anywhere but here.

finally, you managed to find your voice, stumbling over your words. “hi there… i think you have the wrong room.”

he just stood there, like a model, with his duffel bag hanging by his side. then, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke, his voice smooth, “you’re wonyoung’s roommate, right?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it that made you pause.

"wonyoungs roommate?" you repeated, still feeling disoriented. How did he know wonyoung? you racked your brain, trying to make a connection. had Wonyoung mentioned someone like this to you? but nothing clicked.

you nodded, your voice shaky as you confirmed, “yes…” you glanced at him again, unsure what to make of this strange encounter. His presence was both overwhelming and oddly comforting, as though you were in the presence of someone who didn’t belong in the same space as you—but at the same time, something about him felt… familiar.

the man seemed to take in your reaction with a slight, almost amused smile, as if he could read the confusion on your face. Without saying another word, he shifted the duffel bag on his shoulder, waiting for you to respond or make sense of the situation.

after realizing you really had no idea what was going on he decided to save you by finally saying “im her friend, im staying with you for a few days, she was supposed to mention it to you.”

at that moment you remembered your conversation with wonyoung from a month ago, “oh, right, yeah, she mentioned you…. please come in” you smiled, to be welcoming, but also because you were happy you managed to form a complete sentence without stuttering. you rarely stutter, but for some reason just being around this man made your brain get all jumbled up.

he stepped in and put his duffel on the small sofa that was shoved against a wall, “im sunghoon park by the way,” he paused, “figure we should introduce ourselves considering we will be living together for a bit.”

you smile, “im y/n, its nice to meet you sunghoon.”

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later that night, wonyoung insisted on taking you and sunghoon out to dinner. with a bright smile, she told you both that she wanted her two closest friends to get along, and that this dinner would be the perfect opportunity for that. you agreed, though part of you was still a little unsure. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to get along with sunghoon, it was just you hadn't had any interaction with him after the initial encounter that morning, and you were still embarrassed over how you had presented yourself.

wonyoung led the way to a small, unassuming family restaurant tucked away on a quiet street. The place was a little hidden gem - one of those hole-in-the-wall spots where the food was always good, but the decor was simple. the moment you walked in, the warmth of the place, along with the smell of freshly made food, made you feel comfortable. You had been to places like this before, but this one felt special in its own way. the atmosphere was cozy, with wooden tables and the faint hum of conversation around you. 

the food came out quickly, and you couldn’t help but notice how much wonyoung seemed to enjoy every bite. she was talkative as always, offering you both recommendations, and even playfully teasing sunghoon when he hesitated over what to order. sunghoon rolled his eyes but smiled, it was obvious that this was a common interaction between the two of them. there was a comfort in the way they interacted, an ease that made it clear they had known each other for a long time. the way Sunghoon would tease wonyoung about anything and everything - whether it was her ordering too much food or her inability to sit still during a movie - always seemed to make her laugh, and she’d respond with exaggerated reactions, her eyes widening and hands gesturing dramatically as though hed just committed the most heinous of crimes. you couldn't help but smile as you watched them. 

as the evening wore on, you found yourself feeling glad wonyoung had invited you to this night out, appreciating the warmth of the night and the way both wonyoung and sunghoon made sure you felt included. even though sunghoon and wonyoung were so close sunghoon still made an effort to talk to you and be kind, he truly was like a prince charming, he was kind, a bit awkward and so fun to talk to. despite the fact you were having such a fun time, there was an odd tightness in your chest that you couldn’t quite explain. every time wonyoung and sunghoon would get close - whether it was during one of their teasing exchanges or when they laughed about something that only the two of them understood - it was like a knot was slowly forming in the pit of your stomach. you didn’t have a reason to feel that way, but every time they’d share a private joke or lean in to whisper something to each other, the feeling only seemed to grow stronger.

the more you observed them, the more you noticed just how comfortable they were with each other, how they seemed to have this unspoken understanding that made them look like they had their own little world. you didn’t want to be the third wheel. you wanted to be part of the group, part of the laughter and lighthearted teasing. and yet, the longer you sat there, the more aware you became of the small, quiet ache inside you.

you pushed the thought away as you took a sip of your drink, trying to focus on the conversation and join in, but no matter how hard you tried, that tightness in your chest wouldn’t fade. something about the way they interacted—so effortlessly, so naturally—stirred something inside you. as the evening came to a close, and the three of you made your way out of the restaurant, wonyoung turned to you, clearly happy that the night had gone so well. 

“i’m glad you two got along!” she exclaimed, her eyes bright a smile stretching across her face. “See? i told you it wouldn’t be awkward.”

you smiled back, truly happy with how the night went.

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the rest of the week passed in a blur, marked by the usual mix of classes, assignments, and the general hustle of daily life. Nothing particularly exciting happened, but it wasn’t a bad week - it just felt... routine. you and sunghoon barely crossed paths, which wasn’t unusual. you were both busy with your own responsibilities, and with the way your schedules lined up, there were days when you didn’t even see him at all. you found yourself buried in textbooks and lecture notes, trying to keep up with assignments, while sunghoon was often caught up with his own seminar work or running errands. it was easy to slip into the regular rhythm of solo study sessions and late nights hunched over your desk despite the new presence in your dorm. Still, there were moments - small, fleeting moments - that made everything feel a little more... charged.

there was the time when you were sitting in the kitchen, focused on an assignment, when sunghoon had come in to grab a snack. you hadn’t even noticed him at first, too wrapped up in the words on your screen, but when you glanced up, he was standing there, looking at you with that quiet smile of his. 

“do you need help with that?” he’d asked, his voice soft and casual, the kind of tone that seemed to put you at ease instantly. There was something comforting about the way he spoke, like his words wrapped around you in a way that felt effortless but sincere.

then there was the time you were both sitting side by side on the couch, flipping through TV channels, both of you tired and looking for a distraction after a long day. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but when his hand brushed against yours as he reached for the remote, you felt a jolt of warmth rush through you. you hadn’t meant to linger, hadn’t meant to let the moment stretch out, but you couldn’t help it. your heart fluttered in your chest, and for a second, you wondered if he’d felt it too. 

sunghoon never said anything, he just went about his business, as if the casual touch meant nothing at all, and you did your best to pretend it didn’t either. yet, even after he’d moved his hand away, the feeling lingered, and you found yourself unable to focus on the TV or the conversation. it was like your pulse was a little faster, a little more alive.

then there were those small, unspoken interactions - the moments when you’d both find yourselves in the same room, but you didn’t need to fill the space with words. Whether it was passing each other in the hallway or sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner, there was a quiet connection that seemed to hang in the air, just under the surface. every now and then, you’d glance up to find him already watching you, your eyes meeting, and in that fraction of a second, something unspoken passing between you. 

you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it was like a quiet tension that seemed to weave itself into these tiny, everyday moments, and it wasn’t just the brush of hands or the small gestures - it was the way Sunghoon spoke to you, the tone of his voice, the slight curve of his lips when he said something sarcastic or playful. there was an effortless kindness in the way he treated you, a gentleness that you didn’t see in everyone. it wasn’t overwhelming, but it was enough to make you feel... seen, in a way that felt different from what you were used to.

the thing was, you weren’t sure if you were reading too much into it. it was easy to get caught up in the little things, the glances, the words, and let your mind wander into places it shouldn’t. even so, you couldn’t help it. every time he spoke to you in that calm, reassuring tone, or when his presence filled the space beside you, your heart would flutter - sometimes so quietly that you’d almost wonder if you imagined it, but other times with enough force that it made it impossible to ignore.

you knew it was a silly thing to feel—after all, you were just temporary housemates, maybe friends, but there was something about Sunghoon that made everything feel... different. even in the quiet moments, the ones where nothing particularly noteworthy happened, your chest would tighten in a way that was unfamiliar. his kindness, his subtle presence, the way he made you feel like you mattered - it all had an effect on you that you weren’t sure how to handle.

by the end of the week, you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was shifting, that these small, seemingly insignificant moments were adding up to something more, what that was, you weren’t sure. for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, telling yourself that you were just overthinking it. after all, sunghoon was just being himself - kind, polite, and friendly, like he always was. 

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"sunghoon is leaving in a few days, you know," wonyoung remarked casually one afternoon.

that simple statement immediately shattered your focus. your mind went blank, your heart sinking like a stone in your chest. you’d known this was coming, of course. it wasn't like he had moved in permanently - it was always just a temporary arrangement from the start. yet hearing it out loud, made something tight and uncomfortable coil in your stomach. you weren't sure what this feeling was, but it was definitely unsettling. 

“oh, really?” you finally managed to say, trying to sound casual even though your pulse had quickened. "So his seminar is over now?"

wonyoung nodded, but there was a knowing glint in her eyes. A look that made you feel like she was holding some secret. she didn’t say anything for a second, just giving you a soft, almost teasing smile.

"yeah, and because he's leaving in a bit... if you're going to say anything, you better do it soon."

her words hit you like a cold splash of water, and you froze, a little caught off guard. "what would i say?" you asked, confused. your mind was trying to catch up, but you were too tangled in the unexpected wave of emotions that had come up at the mention of sunghoon leaving.

wonyoung’s smile widened, and she leaned in a little, lowering her voice in that familiar playful way of hers, the one that made her seem both impossibly wise and annoyingly knowing at the same time. "well, it’s not like you two are subtle about it. there’s clearly something going on between you two. there’s like this... electricity that keeps zapping between you guys." 

she giggled lightly, clearly amused by your reaction, but you were too stunned to laugh with her. instead, your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. the words hit you harder than you expected. your mind raced. so it wasn't just you. wonyoung had felt it too. The way things seemed to shift between you and sunghoon whenever you were in the same room, the strange moments when you'd catch each other’s gaze and feel that spark of something you couldn’t name. it wasn’t like you’d been outright flirtatious - at least, you didn’t think you had - but it seemed like it had been more obvious than you’d realized.

“w-wait, what?” you stammered, feeling your heart race. You tried to compose yourself, but it was impossible. “you think there’s something going on between us?” you couldn’t quite suppress the nervous laugh that followed, as if somehow distancing yourself from the weight of what she was saying.

wonyoung raised an eyebrow and gave you a mischievous smile, "oh, don’t play dumb. it’s pretty obvious, you know. the way he talks to you, the way he looks at you - even the way you two sit next to each other. it’s like there’s this... i don’t know, magnetic pull? and i can feel it in the air when you two are together."

her words hung in the air, lingering, and your mind was swimming. did sunghoon feel it too? that same strange energy that seemed to buzz when you were around him? you had always thought it was just your mind playing tricks, creating tension where there was none, but hearing wonyoung so casually acknowledge it made you question everything. it was almost like she’d peeled back the layers of your feelings and laid it all out in front of you, leaving you exposed in a way you hadn’t expected.

your stomach did a flip as you tried to make sense of everything. sunghoon was leaving soon and wonyoung was giving you a chance to do something, as if you had any idea what to do with the feelings swirling inside you. you had often laid in your bed wondering what exactly was going on, but now that wonyoung laid it out for you like this, you knew. you knew you were in love with sunghoon, hearing that he was leaving made your heart sink and now all you wanted was to run to him and beg him not to leave, because despite the fact you hadn't spent much time together, you became dependent on sunghoon, used to him, and you wanted him to stay.

you swallowed hard, looking down at your hands as you tried to hide your growing embarrassment. "i... i don’t know," you muttered, more to yourself than to her. "… i don’t know if it even matters, right? i mean, no matter what happens between us he still leaves," you could feel the heat rising in your face, and you silently cursed yourself for how obvious your feelings were.

wonyoung’s expression softened just a little, her tone turning more understanding. "i get it," she said gently. "it’s not exactly easy to spill your heart out to someone. i can’t tell you what to do, but i think if you feel something, maybe you should at least say it before he leaves, because once he's gone, it'll be harder to figure out what you might’ve missed out on, you know?"

she didn’t push any further, your mind was reeling, and you could feel the uncertainty clouding your thoughts. you weren’t sure what was happening between you and sunghoon—how deep it went, or what it even meant - but the pressure of this conversation, combined with the reality that he would be leaving soon, made everything feel like it was happening too quickly.

as wonyoung gave you one last knowing smile, she added, "i’m not saying you have to do anything drastic. just think about it, kay?"

you nodded, your thoughts were already a whirlwind. you knew you couldn't just let it go. it would always be one of those things where you would sit in bed wondering ‘what if’ for too long. love, this was a new feeling for you. love always seemed difficult, but this, this was so easy to fall into you hadn't realized what it was until it was too late. sunghoon had made it so easy.

wonyoung’s words echoed in your head, and suddenly, nothing felt certain anymore. You had a few days left. just a few days. the clock was ticking.

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it was later that night, after dinner, when the weight of wonyoung's words hit you again, reverberating through your thoughts, refusing to let you go. Sunghoon was leaving in just a few days. you knew this, but somehow it felt like a punch to the gut now that it was so close. 

you sat on the couch next to him, the dim light of the TV flickering across his face as he absentmindedly scrolled through netflix. the air between you was easy, like it always was, the kind of comfortable silence that felt almost too natural. but tonight, with the knowledge that his departure was soon, the air felt heavy. Every small movement, every quiet gesture, seemed to be marked with an invisible countdown.

you watched him for a moment, feeling the tightness in your chest you had gotten used to. he was relaxed, his posture slouched slightly as he clicked through show after show, clearly not expecting you to say anything. but you wanted to say something. you needed to say something. the words wonyoung had planted in your mind, coupled with the overwhelming feeling of knowing he was leaving, made it impossible to just sit there in silence. your heart was pounding, your nerves a jumbled mess.

As you opened your mouth to speak, you realized it wasn’t that simple. telling someone you loved them was hard. so much harder than it seemed in movies or in your daydreams. you had thought, at some point, that the words would just spill out naturally, like they were meant to be said all along. but now, facing the reality of it, the vulnerability felt like mountain. 

So instead of speaking, you did something else. something quieter, something that felt less like a declaration and more like a question. slowly, almost hesitantly, you reached your hand out, just brushing your fingertips against his. you didn’t look at him; you kept your gaze fixed forward, pretending to focus on the TV, as if you hadn’t just made that small, brave movement. the room seemed to shrink around you, the silence between you both suddenly stretching out, more palpable than ever.

for a moment, you weren’t sure if he’d even noticed. Maybe it was too subtle, too small a gesture to register. But then, from the corner of your eye, you saw his head turn, his gaze flicking down to where your hand rested next to his. Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, everything inside you stilled.

then, without saying a word, sunghoon’s fingers curled around yours, gently but firmly. He didn’t pull away. he didn’t hesitate. he just... took your hand. It wasn’t a dramatic gesture, but it was more than you had expected. your stomach did a somersault as warmth spread through you, starting at the point where your fingers touched, and radiating outward. your skin burned, and you could feel the flush creeping up your neck, your face. 

the world around you seemed to fade as you sat there, hand clasped in his. you were so acutely aware of everything—the warmth of his touch, the soft pressure of his fingers against yours, the slow, steady rhythm of your breath. It was the closest you had ever been to him, in every way that mattered, and it felt like both everything and nothing at once. the simplicity of the act, his hand in yours, was enough to make your heart race. the gentle squeeze of his hand seemed to echo through you, sending a ripple of something warm and unspoken deep inside your chest. 

but you didn’t move. you stayed frozen in place, not daring to disturb the moment, not wanting to break whatever fragile connection you had just forged. your heart pounded in your ears, and the more you sat there, the more everything inside you seemed to tighten—like a knot pulling at your insides. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so vulnerable, but you couldn’t seem to pull away either.

for a few seconds, neither of you spoke, and you weren’t sure if you even wanted to. The silence felt like it was filled with a thousand unspoken words, each one hanging between you like a delicate thread. finally, Sunghoon shifted slightly, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand in a slow, soothing motion, as if to confirm that this was real. That he wasn’t going anywhere. 

you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, but when you did, just a quick glance to the side, you saw him watching you—his eyes soft, the usual calm expression on his face now laced with something else. something deeper. maybe he could feel it too. the electricity that wonyoung had mentioned, the tension you hadn’t known how to name.

the words you wanted to say felt even further out of reach now, lodged in your throat like a lump you couldn’t swallow. but somehow, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. in that moment, you weren’t sure if you needed to say anything at all. maybe the feeling, the connection between you, spoke louder than anything you could put into words.

still, with your heart beating faster than you thought possible, you squeezed his hand back, just slightly, in response. And though neither of you said a word, it felt like the start of something new—something quietly, beautifully uncertain, just hanging there in the air between you both.

it wasn’t a promise, not yet. but it was enough, for now.

 ‧₊ ˚  ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋  ‧₊ ˚  ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋

the days had ticked by, each one blurring into the next, the anticipation of sunghoon’s departure hanging over you like a storm cloud. it was the night of his departure now, and you couldn’t escape the feeling of dread gnawing at your stomach. despite all the time that had passed, despite everything that had happened - the moments of shared glances, the way his hand had felt in yours - nothing had come of it. you hadn’t been able to find the courage to say the one thing that had been consuming you. 

the night had crept up so quickly, and now here you were, standing on the precipice of something you were too scared to face. his luggage was already packed, sitting by the door, ready to go. the knowledge of his impending departure made the air feel thick, suffocating. he was leaving soon, and you were still standing here, frozen in this quiet, impossible space between wanting to say something, anything, and not knowing how to. 

you had never felt so lost, so desperate, so deeply in love with someone and completely clueless about what to do with it. Your heart ached every time you thought about the distance that was about to grow between you. 

sunghoon walked into the main living area, a smile on his face as he picked up his bags, but as soon as you saw him, something felt off. that smile, it was there, but there was something sad about it, something weighing him down. for a moment, the rest of the room disappeared, your gaze was locked on him, and the reality of him leaving hit you harder than you thought it would. 

behind him, wonyoung trailed quietly, her usual fuzzy energy subdued tonight, as if she could feel the heaviness of the moment too. she looked at you as she walked by, and gave you a look, as if trying to signal you to do something. then, almost as if on cue, she quickly excused herself, making some excuse to go greet a friend in the hallway. it was a subtle, unspoken thing, but you knew. you knew she was giving you the space, the time you needed, and probably a nudge to do something. 

Sunghoon stood there, his eyes searching yours as he adjusted the straps on his bag. The silence between you felt like it stretched on forever. He gave a quiet, almost melancholy sigh, and then, in a soft voice, he said, "This was fun." 

the words were simple, but they hit you like a brick to the chest. you could hear the weight in them, the bittersweet finality of his departure hanging in the air like smoke. ‘this was fun.’ It was the kind of thing you’d say when you didn’t know what else to say, but in that moment, it was more than just that. It felt like an ending. a goodbye.

your legs felt shaky as you stood up from your seat, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your heart in your throat. every inch of your body screamed to move, to do something, anything, to make this moment more than just a quiet exchange of words before he walked out the door and disappeared from your life. 

you walked over to him, your steps uncertain, but each one felt like it was pulling you toward something you couldn’t ignore anymore. you stopped just in front of him, close enough that you could see every detail - the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his nose, the soft brown of his eyes that you had gotten so used to over the past weeks. he was standing there, looking at you, and for a moment, everything in the world seemed to disappear except the two of you. 

tears welled up in your eyes, unbidden, as your chest tightened. how could you let him leave when you hadn’t even told him how you felt? you tried to speak, but your throat closed up, the words tangled somewhere in the back of your mind. you could barely think straight, your mind a mess of emotions and the rush of adrenaline flooding your body. 

before you even realized what you were doing, you reached out, pulling him into a tight hug. you buried your face in his chest, your whole body shaking with the force of the emotions crashing through you. the tears that had been threatening to fall finally broke free, hot and heavy, soaking into the fabric of his shirt. 

at first, he stiffened in your arms, and you felt a pang of regret, like maybe you’d done something wrong—like maybe you were crossing a line. then, to your surprise, he melted into the hug. his arms wrapped around you, warm and solid, pulling you closer as though he had been waiting for this too. you could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath your cheek, his breath warm against your skin. 

you stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, just holding each other, the world outside fading into the background. your tears continued to fall, but now it wasn’t just sadness. There was a strange sense of relief mixed in with the pain. like finally, something had been said between you, even if it wasn’t with words. 

you held onto him tighter, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt like you were trying to hold onto him for dear life. The feeling of him, of his warmth, of his presence, made everything feel raw and real. you had no idea what was going to happen next, but for this moment, for this breath in time, you didn’t care. you couldn’t bring yourself to let go.

he didn’t say anything. he didn’t need to. his arms around you, the quiet rhythm of his breathing, said everything that needed to be said. the ache in your chest was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp anymore. In this embrace, it was softened by the connection between you both. 

as the minutes passed, you couldn’t help but think - this wasn’t the end, not really. It couldn’t be. not with everything that had been left unsaid, not with the way you felt when you were near him. 

he lowered his head slowly, pressing his lips to the top of your head, his breath warm against your skin. it was gentle, like he was trying to hold on to the moment as long as possible. then, without pulling away, he lifted his head just enough to whisper softly, almost as if he were sharing a secret with the world only meant for the two of you: 

“I think I’m in love with you.”

the words were quiet, but they hit you with the force of a thousand unspoken emotions. it wasn’t grand; it wasn’t a loud proclamation. It was simple, gentle, and so incredibly, him, and somehow, it was perfect. When picturing a confession of love you always imagined more, a dramatic confession like one in the movies. despite your imaginings as a child, this quiet, intimate confession felt like everything you needed, it was perfect. 

as his words settled around you, something inside of you released. that knot of emotions - of fear, of longing, of the weight of everything you’d been holding in - unraveled all at once. the tension that had been building for so long, the feeling that something was always just out of reach, was finally gone. you felt lighter, as if a great weight had been lifted from your chest. 

for a long moment, you just stood there, staring up at him. your eyes were red from crying, but in that moment, all you could feel was an overwhelming rush of relief, and joy, it felt like you could finally breathe again.

“i love you too,” you whispered, the words spilling out more easily than you’d expected, like they had always been sitting on the edge of your tongue, just waiting for the right time to escape. 

it was simple. there were no grand gestures, no sweeping speeches. it didn’t need to be anything more than this. the words themselves held so much power, so much weight, that nothing else could compare. 

his eyes softened as he looked down at you, and you saw the way they flickered with emotion, something raw and real in the depths of his gaze. he didn’t say anything. he didn’t need to. the silence between you was filled with everything you’d both been too afraid to say until now. 

then, he leaned down, tilting his head ever so slightly, and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft, almost tentative at first, as if he was making sure you were really there, really with him in that moment. then it deepened, and the softness turned into something more needy, more urgent. 

your hands instinctively reached up to run through his hair, threading your fingers through the soft strands, pulling him closer. His hand slid around your back, tracing the line of your spine with a tenderness that made your breath catch. his lips moved against yours with a quiet desperation, a sense of longing that seemed to echo the way you had felt all this time but had never known how to express. 

every cell in your body seemed to come alive. the kiss felt like everything you had been waiting for - every moment, every touch, every word that had been left unsaid - it was all pouring into this one instant. in that moment, you knew. you knew that this was where you were supposed to be. There was no question. No uncertainty. Everything about this felt right.

your heart raced in your chest, and your whole body seemed to hum with the intensity of the kiss. it was as if the universe had aligned in this perfect moment, pulling the two of you together in a way that felt inevitable. you were no longer two separate people standing on the edge of something unknown. you were together, and nothing else seemed to matter.

you didn’t want to pull away. you didn’t want this feeling to end, the heat of his body so close to yours, the way everything seemed to fall into place with every soft press of his lips. The world outside didn’t exist anymore. There was only him, only this moment, and the overwhelming certainty that everything had changed in the best way possible.

as the kiss deepened, you felt the warmth of his hands moving down your back, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your shirt. The way his touch sent sparks through your skin, igniting something deep inside you, made you feel alive in a way you hadn’t known you could. you pulled him closer, wanting more, wanting to stay wrapped in the feeling of being so completely connected with him.

when you finally, reluctantly, pulled away for a breath, your foreheads rested together, both of you panting lightly, still caught in the aftershocks of the kiss. his eyes were closed for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and when he opened them again, the look he gave you was full of something unspoken - a promise, maybe, or just the overwhelming weight of everything that had passed between you.

"i don't want to leave," he said, his voice low, rough, as if he were still processing everything himself.

you smiled, your thumb brushing over the side of his cheek. "then don’t," you whispered, your heart daring to hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this story than either of you had realized.

for now, though, this moment - this kiss - was everything, and it was perfect, just as it was.

[twst-kumi]

Weeping maiden

Prologue part 2

Name] was woken up by Flora, an old fairy who worked in RSA to help around. She decided to take care of her, mentioning how she used to take care of a teenage girl in the past.

“_I hope you had a good night darling. I prepared a surprise for you.

_Good morning Flora.”

[Name] yawned before walking down the stairs to the living area. She looked at the red fairy going around using magic to prepare breakfast. Flora then pulled a small box on the table.

“_Here, I made it myself.

_Thank you, Flora.

_The Headmage said he didn't have a girl uniform. So I asked him to give me some tissue here and there to make your uniform.

_Thank you, I love it but… it's pink.

_Yes! Lovely isn't it?

_ Isn't the school uniform white and Blue?

_But pink would be better for a sweet princess like yourself.

_ I'm not…

_Now, now, you will be late. So dress up and off you go.”

A knock was heard on the door before the young girl could even argue back. She looked at the fairy leaving for the door as she took the uniform. [Name] came back after some time.

Flora was chatting with a young man. With his long pale blond hair, light purple eyes, and a sleepy look he looked so soft and delicate. He wore the school uniform with a pink and blue cardigan inside. It was as if the colors tried to mix. His eyes twinkled when he saw her.

“_Good morning, I'm Aurelius a first-year like you. The headmaster asked me to be your guide since we are in the same class.

_ I'm [Name], let's be friends.

_It would be my pleasure, Princess.”

The young girl felt a little bashful. Aurelius smiled teasingly as he held his hand to her. [Name] walked with the young man, he held her hand all the way. She felt like she may have to say something but didn’t dare. Chatting with him was surprisingly easy even when her social skills were so low. Aurelius was a good listener.

As they walked upon the main road, she could see two rows of statues. Like in NRC, they seemed also to have important people they were inspired by. Noticing her curious look, Aurelius tactfully started to talk about them.

“_This is the Seven Lights, their equally renowned like the great seven. Oh, but you must not know them too. I will tell you more about them afterward if you want.

_It’s okay, can you tell me more about the seven lights?”

Aurelius looked excited by the prospect, he eagerly started to blabber about them. [Name] smiled not even noticing the slight blush on his cheek as he talked with her.

“_Sure, the beautiful princess you see there, is Snow White. They say that she was so beautiful that she had to flee from her home. She took care of seven children in a cottage deep in the forest. She came back after she worked hard and discovered a seven-jewelled mine. She ended up saving a kingdom from a terrible queen and saved the kingdom from bankrupt with the mine. Her dorm is Apple Red, they have the most hard-working people here.

_You would never have imagined it, looking at her. She looks so delicate.

_I know, it’s incredible, right? The next one is my dorm. Belle-Rose is based on the famous beast Tamer. She tamed a terrible beast thanks to her knowledge and saved her village. It was said that she was a dreamer and enjoyed romance stories a lot. It must be why I’m in this dorm.”

Both laughed as they looked at the other statues.

“_This little girl is…

_The lady in blue. She saved a kingdom from a tyrannical queen.”

They turned around to see a delicate-looking boy. His hair was short and platinum blond. It gave him an icy but soft look coupled with his light blue eyes. He smiled softly before lifting her hand to put a light kiss on it. Aurelius frowned a little uncomfortable by the boy’s action. Even more so when he looked at the violet-eyed boy and had a small smirk. Aurelius could tell they weren’t going to be big friends.

“_Alexis Lewis, a first-year from the Whitecourt dorm. Nice to meet you, my lady.”

[Name] could hear his British accent even when he talked. His eyes looked calm but she could see a small gleam in it. A teasing little light barely contained behind his smooth appearance.

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[runawaycarouselhorse]

I found a new (to me--it's actually quite old!) heartwarming collection of cute, collection of fables/fairy tale-esque children's stories anime, Fukuyama Gekijou: Natsu no Himitsu [Fukuyama Theater: Summer Secret]--I found it via Pinterest because look at this adorably sweet mermaid design!!!

It's by one of my favourite artists ever, Fukuyama Keiko, who painted those touching scenes used for the end of Pikachu's Summer Vacation (yup, the first Pikachu pre-movie short!) and a lot of old Pokemon postcards! Osamu Tezuka fans will also know her as the artist of the Melmo-chan reboot manga! It's where this super cute bunny came from!!! I used to mistake it as something from Chibi Maruko-chan! It used to make the rounds on tumblr a lot.

The intro/narrative frame of little mice reading stories gives me the same so-heartwarming-it-makes-me-teary nostalgic feeling as Maple Town. (Side-note: so many punny references to Fukuyama-sensei's name everywhere!)

The rabbits' story is just bunny propoganda, poor wolf!! He's as pitiful as Tom! But I am very amused at the catchy song just trying to get kids to eat the veggies. See, the wolf is ugly because he hated carrots, but the bunnies are smart, because they love carrots, fff.

The longest story is a silly, Flintstones-esque story about cavemen living among dinosaurs, namely focusing on an aspiring artist (Henoheno), trying hard to make it big, supported by his friend (later wife ♡) Pink and dinosaur friend Shiro (Shiro also ends up a mom to many, many little dinos, but the father amusingly isn't shown, Sir Not-Appearing-in-This-Short, pfft.) Also, there's a famous established artist called (Moheji.) Yes, his and the lead's names are puns on the henohenomoheji doodle. As you can tell by the disclaimer, you are not to take this anachronistic story too seriously, it's just a sweet, funny, uplifting little story!

This little punk in the End of Semester Cleaning Contest story is very funny. Cute story. I did worry it'd take a dark turn when he fell down the stairs (they even had him wonder if maybe he died whe he fell), but no, it ended nicely... even if it's a little bittersweet.

There's some shorter stories that are mostly songs (another one about rabbits sung by a kindergartener and one song about yearning for love starring a little black dog named Kuro who does find a home!), and the last story is easily my other favourite after the mermaid story, and I'm so glad it was a longer one too... it's a very poignant story.

The Origami Princess is a little like Thumbelina, but very Japanese. A little girl, with her mother's help, makes an origami princess, but before she could go to the beach, she falls sick, so sends the princess in her place, floating her on a boat-shaped leaf down the river...

The princess is amazed by the beauty of the world and befriends a telescope goldfish (Kinguro), who was accidentally flushed while his tank was being cleaned, and he aids her as she seeks the sea, even as he warns her of the danger...

There's a dignity and grace in this story that's very beautiful.

(Also, tanuki statue spotted!)

[infantilebliss]

what is your ideal outfit for your little one?

Awww, that varies~ I am someone with picks and tastes, but I also have a variety of different tastes that I could and would enjoy~ I guess it would be really dependent on the little in question.

For example, I know a good few of babies are tomboys at heart. I know that a lot of cuties would look adorable wearing shortalls and flamboyant bright colours of reds, yellows, greens, and so forth that they wear as a onesie... of course, their shortalls will definitely have something adorable and cute like a teddy bear or kitten sown on the front to show everyone that she is a little cutie, alongside a paci clip to match her bright onesie... though with how messy and curious those little ones are, I wouldn't even bother having them wear shoes as they crawl in the backyard and do what they do best: pull and throw grass around, playing in the sandbox, and gurgling as an adorable little mess.

Then there are the little ones that are a lot more 'gothic', little cuties that want to be all 'dark and mysterious', in spite of them being as good of a pamper packer as they are being so adorable. Having them wear dark dresses of blacks often complimented with purples, red, pinks, or whatever ascents with the blacks... alongside a large fluffy bottom, a pink tutu strapped and tied around her black pampers and under her black skirt to showcase how cute they are~ Would be very cute to see someone that loves to dress and be in darker tastes being all cute and bubbly~

Then there are the super princess baby types, the ones that are often in need of pastels and soft colours, of big poofy shoulders and adorable dresses, often accented with their ruffled baby pants and fairy butterfly wings that they love to show off as they jump up and down~ Having them be so soft and sweet in their own form of sweet lolitas and princess dresses to fill their wardrobes~ Would be very cute for all kinds of big babies to have their hair done all cute, either with pigtails, or a single pigtail on the side, a pony tail, a palm tree on the top, or a gentle forest of ribbons and bows across their head as well~

Those are a few examples~... but, then again, that's when I would feel like they should be dressed up; honestly, I think the most beautiful thing about a human being, especially an adult baby girl, is one with an adorable puff of bed hair, either nothing or their dada's shirt or hoodie, and them looking so sleepy and relaxed as they are sitting or lying down in their padding... and that's if dada even gives such a top to the little drool bugs. Honestly, having them just feel so soft and warm that they are comfortable in their near birthday suits and just gurgling with half-closed eyes would be so precious and adorable~

Hope that answers your question~

[gowns]

I’m expecting a baby boy and tbh have never given any thought to what it would be like to be the mother of a boy (having spent a LOT of time thinking about raising a girl in contrast to how I was raised). As someone who has good observations of both little kid society and of gender, what have you observed about little boy kids today?

my general observation is that even in this liberal area where many parents do an attempt* at gender neutrality, the girls and the boys end up cliqueing up according to gender and behavior. by this i mean: the majority of the boys only want to play with other boys, and play rough, roughhouse, do games where they "hunt" each other, play bad guys vs good guys, etc. the girls only want to socialize with other girls, and they do pretend games (either domestic or "fantasy" inspired like fairies and unicorns and princesses, although already at the age of 6 they're moving more into girl power superheroes), or sometimes just straight up circling up and gabbing with each other.

*i do think that since most of these parents are like, liberal liberal, the attempts are quite half-hearted.

i remember it being kind of like that when i was a kid too, except i didn't like either way of playing, and i would usually be off by myself doing my own little thing. when i got older i was kind of a "social butterfly," in that i liked flitting around between groups and had a lot of guy friends and a lot of girl friends, none of them terribly close, but a lot i could reliably "hang out" with and pass the time. i got along best with people who i could joke with or make smart references with.

as an adult i basically do the same thing tbh. i'm always just vibing doing whatever. the difference is i have more choices in who i can contact and spend more time with, and my closest friends are just as weird / gay / leftist / bookish / funny as i am. i find myself alienated by a lot of people, but they're also very very interesting to me, as case studies.

so in other words -- i do feel that there will be inevitably cliques that form around parroting gendered behaviors, but it's not inevitable that your kid will be constrained by that!

--

ANYway. as to what it's like to have a son. i really wouldn't know, personally! i have friends who have boys and it seems like everything will be all right as long as you're kind and gentle and model that for them. let them wear whatever colors they want and teach them how to stick up for themselves and others. then you'll already be miles ahead of the standard boy-parent.

we always said that if we had a boy it would be a bobby hill kind of kid. you know? we are goofy people, so we were always destined to have goofy kids. my kids are very into pink and princesses and fairies (i am actually sitting in their all-pink bedroom writing this), but more than that, they are good at critical thinking, they love to read, they are compassionate and funny and friendly and like to say and do things that weird me out. like showing me chewed up food or turning their eyelids inside out or making monster sounds. that's all good.

it's more important that we allow them to be weird little humans than anything else. and all kids are naturally weird. every human is! just don't let them experience shame about it.

be kooky and your kid will be kooky, trust me on that. and teach them to question everything. they'll inevitably be shaped by social pressures one way or another, but you can help them keep the flame of their individuality alive.

[loetise]

character interview.  ˎˊ˗

basics.

name: valentine "allie" hope fleur. 

nicname/s: allie, al, als, allie cat, allie pie, allie belly, tiny, teeny, little flower, little fairy, little cupid, little dove, dove, little fae, little wing, angel, angel dust, angelfish, doe eyes, starfish, sunshine barbie, mouse, birdie, sweetheart, darling flower, princess, sunflower, fairy baby, ladybug, chickadee, lotus, cupcake, lamb, tinkerbell, pocket fairy, pretty girl.  (yes these are all rp ones and real i made a list of them like 2 years ago)

age: 18 - 22.

species: half-fae / half-human.

personal.

morality: lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

religion: whatever the fae got goin on.

sins: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

known languages: english, minimal fae.

secrets:  she really isn't a person with any secrets, and is a very open book besides keeping her full name close to her. she's kind of scared to talk about her trauma in fear of bothering people. at least, she doesn't talk about the trauma that she knows is trauma. she's very frequently dropping concerning information about her childhood without thinking of it.

physical.

build: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average

height: 4′11″

scars / birthmarks: two scars down her back, in line and along her shoulder blades, where wings should be, though she's very insecure about them and she covers them with magic treatment that puts a glamour over them to hide them. she also gets little scabs and bruises a lot because of her clumsiness and frequent time spent in the woods among sharp branches and thick roots. / she has one on her left hip that she swears looks like a heart. (it does not actually look like a heart but you will break her heart if you tell her that, she’s very proud of it.)   

abilities / powers: magic affinity, being able to detect magic without meaning to, affinity for nature, communicating with plants and animals, somewhat unconscious allure, especially to humans (ex: she's harder to refuse, normally very easy to be drawn to in a crowd, unnaturally charming), she has somewhat of a temperature resistance, or at least she has one on feeling alone. (meaning, her body may suffer from the effects of the temperature and her not realize it) she also has a high alcohol tolerance and strong immune system (both due to fae blood as well as her experiences) for human alcohol and human diseases.

restrictions: iron and silver, though she really tries to stray from metal of any kind. iron and silver, specifically, poison her and her skin, making her feel ill and burning her. her senses are heightened and more sensitive than the average human, and while that alone isn't a weakness, allie finds that harsh smells and sounds bother her to a point of almost pain. meat also makes her ill.

favorites.            i'll let you know right now this was a flop. there are hardly any favorites just vibes, she so rarely has favorites.

food: she kinda just loves food and trying new things, there aren't really any flavors that she doesn't like, besides she just doesn't eat meat and actually doesn't enjoy any substitutes that claim to taste like meat. no favorites here i think but she loves fruits and sweets always and forever.

drink: sweet and fruity things <3 again <3.

pizza topping: i don't think she really has favorites for this but she doesn't eat meat, otherwise she likes everything.

color: she loves pastels, and pinks and greens and yellows and oranges and greens and purples and blues. she does not care for red, black or dark colors. 

music genre: she enjoys pop n dream-pop but she'll listen to anything. very much a top 40 girlie by default just because it's what is always on.

book genre: she's not a book girlie 😔

movie genre: rom-com's/chick flicks primarily i imagine, she just loves fun movies. not a big fan of horror movies but she's never Opposed to anything. you will just need to hold her hand. 

curse word: she really doesn't swear. she doesn't even like,, fake swear. 

scents: flowers......

fun stuff.

songs: matilda + harry styles, you're on your own, kid + taylor swift,  wildest dreams + taylor swift, cry baby + melanie martinez, all you wanna do + SIX, aimee atkinson, 13 beaches + lana del rey, sober + p!nk, nonsense + sabrina carpenter, because i liked a boy + sabrina carpenter, hey blondie + dominic fike, what was i made for? + billie eilish, earthangel + the penguins, moonlight + kali uchis

aesthetic: dainty jewelry, friendship bracelets, dancing in the rain, parties, loose curls, hair ribbons, cuddling with your friends, sundresses, kicked off shoes, meadows filled with flowers, fun patterned rolling papers, playful love, barefoot in the grass, colorfully painted fingernails, glitter everywhere, baked goods, forest floors covered in blossoms, intense feelings said casually, holding hands, petting wild animals and cradling them like babies, talking and singing to your plants, lots and lots of kisses, sparkly lipgloss.

sings in the shower: absolutely!

likes puns: yes! she thinks they are so fun and clever and will always laugh. 

tagged by;   stolen <3 from nearly an actual year ago &lt;3 tagging;   you, steal this and say i tagged you!

[losergendered]

hiii prbbly a weird question do you have any media suggestions? especially songs, bands, comics, shows and the like ... asking you bc i like your tastes lawlsies :]

oh my god ANON… i love you… putting this under the cut cause i have a Tonnn and a lot of em need content warnings LOLL

- Inside Mari (manga): a popular high school girl and an asocial hikkikomori swap bodies! …or do they. a bodyswap manga with a horrorfic emotional twist. its really visceral and transgender. cws for sexual content, unreality/dissociation and child abuse

- Erased (manga/anime): a disillusioned mangaka has a supernatural ability that involuntarily sends him back in time in order to prevent tragedies. when tragedy strikes close to him, hes sent back to investigate a series of murders that happened when he was in 5th grade. cws for mentions of pedophilia, child abuse and child death in both versions, but the manga has more explicit sexual assault and suicide

- The Lost Boys (movie): two brothers and their mother move to a beach town that is super infested with 80s biker vampires. no(?) cws really? i mean its kind of a horror movie by virtue of vampires but its not like super violent or anything. its kinda just campy

- Bang Bang You’re Dead (movie): following a student making a false bomb threat, a theater teacher decides to cast him in a play about a school shooting, much to the disdain of the rest of the community. its basically about a kid escaping the mentality of violence through theater and it made me cry. cws for an (attempted) school shooting, uh, you know. that kinda shit. but this one has a happy ending actually i promise

- Les Demoiselles de Rochefort (movie): BARELY a plot. its like a bunch of 1960s french people falling in love surrounding a music festival? its mostly just pretty looking. its also a musical. no cws! that i can remember at least

- Beryl and Sapphire (donghua): a series of alternate universe vignettes of the characters beryl and sapphire! sometimes theyre boys, sometimes theyre girls, sometimes theyre rivals, but theyre mostly in love with each other :) some of the episodes are angsty/have death but its mostly lighthearted!

- HOPEUROKAY (music): a duo of two trans people makin cool electronic music! electropop i guess?? digicore?? genres are fake but their music fucks. and they have like 500 monthly listeners. fave songs: ghostinthecorner, day 400, insight, pink ps2

- Gezebelle Gaburgably (music): do you LOVE electronic incelcore? do you wish that it was made by a woman so you felt less bad for liking it? boy do i have the gal for you. fave songs: quarter pounder, death by dodgeball, heads up, sanrio girl

- Fairy Idol Kanon (manga): a kids manga about three girls on their journey to become idols with the help of a fairy princess! meanwhile, they must also use the power of song to save the fairy realm from the dark faires!

- What Happens Next (webcomic): a trans guy who was an accessory to murder as a teenager has to navigate the rest of his life. follows both him and the other affected parties, through the lens of modern day internet culture. cws for WHOOH BOY. (child) death, gore, trauma, transphobia, abuse, ableism, self harm. like everything basically. but the comic also provides cws itself

- SoraMafuUraSaka (music): a four person utaite group made of soraru, mafumafu, uratanuki, and tonari no sakata! they make yearly videogame themed songs together, as well as each being just like. independent artists in their own right. if you've seen the rpg animation meme, that songs by them! my personal fave of theirs is noryoku hikitsugi de otome game no sekai ni tenseishitaken ni tsuite, though i also like their most recent one (jinsei muri game)!

indiv song recs now!

- Tonari no JK (The Highschool Girl Next to Me) by Konori feat. GUMI: ok yeah the lyrics might be a little questionable but it SLAPS.... konori's metal vocals combined with gumi's melody combined with the cheery backing music... its just perfect. and "watashi wa watashi, ne! "ne"?! JANEE YOOOOOO" is like the best part of any song ever

- A Favor House Atlantic by Coheed and Cambria: so this is off of a concept album, apparently, which i haven't actually fully listened to, so i dunno what this song's actually about, but it IS really good. it's got that high-pitched male pop punk vocals (esp on the line "good eye sniper") and it reminds me of vrisrezi like a lot

- Chuis Bo! by PZK: do you like early 2010s french dance pop. would you like to. Les Filles Adorent and Ce Matin Va Etre une Pure Soiree are also bangers

- My Magical Romance by Sophie's Magic Diary: Sophie's Magic Diary is actually a really cool series of animated shorts about a girl with a crush and her puppy fairy familiar thing who tries to help her woo him. hilarity ensues. my magical romance is an original song made by the artist to accompany the story! its a banger

- Tamara is a Punk by The Queers: a punk jam about having unrequired feelings for a girl named tamara! got into this song cause my mutual made ocs based off of it.

ok that was LONG. but im an enthusiast. feel free to ask for more random recs this ask lowkey made my day sjgfbh <3

[cherry-belly]

Awww, such a cute little blossom would be such a cute little flower baby~ Having lots and lots of flowers crowning her pretty head to make sure that she always knows that she is a princess... having lots and lots of flowers on he dress to always know that she is so pretty and everyone wants to look at her... and a nice flower placed right on the shield of her binky, making sure that she always can smell how pretty she is even when she does what every baby does (and the reason why such a big infant needs her pampers~)

I'm sure such a pretty little cherry blossom of pinks and reds would look very cute being dress and laid down on a bed of flowers to match her~ Always smelling nice and fragrant as the soft gentle petals touch her skin that is smoother than any flower can hope to be~ I'm sure that the cute little flower girl would look so pretty that every single fairy from the forests will attempt to look at the little blossom and see how pretty she has been bloomed, giggling and gurgling with such pure simple innocence as she enjoys her pretty little head, blooming in infantile glee as she feels soft, nice, and gentle... not having a single ounce of anything that would take away her small, gentle little happiness~

Bweee.... I do wanna be a flower baby! They're so pretty, and I'd be so pretty, and and yeah! Hehe! Also gosh that description in the second paragraph... >////< I love it!!

[dailyegl]

Be My Valentine ~Juno's Blessings and Aria of Birds~ Princess JSK

Baby the Stars Shine Bright | 2016

Measurements:

Bust

84 ~ 92 cm (33.07 ~ 36.22 in)

Length

91 cm (35.83 in)

Waist

72 ~ 80 cm (28.35 ~ 31.50 in)

Let's get one thing straight- I love weird prints. There is nothing better to me than something unhinged and a bit kooky. At first glance, this print doesn't seem all that weird- just some bird cages right? Guess again! While there are indeed birds in those cages, there are also girls! Lots of tiny girls in cages! How romantic, right? Perfect for Valentine's Day!

All things aside, this dress is the picture of romance. From the design to the print, it has a certain softness about it that really speaks to my inner romantic. Although subtle, the soft, delicate print is beautifully illustrated. I'm personally a big fan of the ornate bird cages. Filled with flowers and little birds, they remind me of a fairy tale. I feel like BTSSB often does these soft and pretty prints that blend classic and sweet perfectly, capturing a sense of romance and fantasy. I will say, the print being so subtle makes it blend into the dress a bit, making the details harder to make out from a distance. This may be the only drawback of such a soft illustration- you really have to be up close to appreciate it.

The actual design of this dress, as mentioned in its name, is extremely princessy. The first and most obvious princess point is then split at the front (I couldn't think of the name for this but if you know, please tell me!). Framed by ruffles and bows, the split really makes this dress feel decadent. The chiffon peaking out the bottom is sooo adorable and delicate. I'm a big fan. I'm also in love with the pearl details in this dress. The little buttons on the front are both elegant and cute, as well as on the waist ties. I'm a sucker for pearls! What could be more princessy than that? What am I saying, there's also all the lace! The bodice of this dress has some really gorgeous lace detailing. I love the way it falls delicately from the neckline and straps, and the little ruffle in the middle under the buttons is extra cute. The ribbon adornments on the bodice add that extra bit of romance to this dress as well.

From the slightly weird but beautiful print to the gorgeous design, this dress is a winner in my eyes. It's subtle but has so many beautiful little details that it's completely stolen my heart!

Print: A

Adorable but elegant! I'd give it a higher score but I think it could be maybe slightly less subtle against the dress to make it pop a bit more.

Dress Design: S

Ooooh so princessy and cute, all the little details in this dress make my heart sing!

Overall Ranking: A+

Disagree with my ranking? Think what I've said is spot on? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

If you love this dress and simply have to have it, the pink colourway is available on closetchild.

https://www.closetchildonlineshop.com/phone/product/585049

All images and info taken from lolibrary.

https://lolibrary.org/items/btssb-be-my-valentine-junos-blessings-and-aria-of-birds-princess-jsk

[goldensunset]

What are your thoughts on each of the Team Star kids?

beloveds. all of them. fave has gotta be eri though she’s both the most intimidating and the most loving. like she’s wearing this cool sparkly outfit that manages to scream ‘wrestler’ and ‘princess’ at the same time. but she’s really just another sad bullied girl like the rest of them who wants to do her best. she stands guard outside her own base and almost just challenged us right away. i appreciate that they made another named character among the team star grunts in that base to add to her character (carmen!) so then we find out that eri reached out a hand in friendship even to the girl who ruined her life with bullying because she knew what it felt like to be alone. also the way all eri’s pokémon are in heal balls! she’s the scariest and toughest of team star and she actually wiped the floor with me but at the same time she has the biggest heart of any of them

uh uh ok so for the others. tbh it’s been a while since i did those quests i don’t remember as much. atticus is a nice and polite man i think he’s cool. great character design but also the splatoon colors and patterns lol… hey as a poison type trainer he gets away with it. i do not remember his role in the group unfortunately but wasn’t it like. didn’t he make the code or something and he was super strict about it? or was that giacomo?

anyway giacomo beloved major props to him for composing all team star’s music because their music absolutely slaps. especially the squad boss battle theme. he’s the real mvp of the squad obviously who needs technology or training or whatever if you have killer music.he just seems like a friendly silly guy tbh he seems very chill. i respect him a lot

ortega is so funny even in postgame after y’all are friends he’s still a little brat. he’s like uhGHHHHHGGFG i can’t believe i lost to YOU!!! how old is this child. i would’ve tweaked his design only slightly to make either his hair or eyes darker, or to make one of them two-tone, cuz the all-pale pink isn’t as interesting to look at. or just fix his bangs slightly. otherwise it’s a fantastic design for a fairy-type trainer. and especially for a guy yeah i think ‘snotty pretentious rich boy’ is the best path they could’ve gone with that. but hey little boy can’t we be friends already

mela was the first one i did so i love her. she’s so sassy and fiery (lol) and i was like :0 when it cut away to a flashback to her past bc i wasn’t expecting it (i love that they did that for all the team star kids) basically it was just the first moment i really realized oh these are just a bunch of sad and rebellious kids who want to be with their friends. even in defeat mela still had to act all aloof but i could tell she cared! and she actually gave me a bit of trouble with her battle too bc i wasn’t expecting that revavroom. that was the first battle i really had to use more than one pokémon for; even my strongest mon who was my water-type starter couldn’t carry me the whole time. it was a rewarding experience

penny… she’s great! i just wish we had gotten to see more of her early on. like i know we were actually talking to her the entire time under the guise of cassiopeia but it’s just not the same as having bonded with the *concept of penny* for an entire game. she could’ve just showed up in person more often during starfall street, or we could’ve had one really solid conversation towards the beginning in between us intervening to bail her out from the team star grunts and her messaging us as cassiopeia for the first time. i think it would’ve done a lot. but hey given how much i love the team star storyline i have to give credit where it’s due to the one who made it all possible- both team star, and their downfall. honestly the one thing i think was really missing was nemona and arven asking her questions about it all during the endgame. i would’ve loved for them to hear the truth about team star but it’s too bad it was just never mentioned outside of that exact storyline. if they had cared at all about it and therefore had a reaction to penny talking about it all it would’ve made those endgame interactions even better. like hey remind us why penny’s here and relevant as one of my allies too other than being smart. just the teeeeeeensiest tiny little things i would’ve added if i were working on this story too. no need to remove or change anything, just add more

[fmp2emilycywinski]

12 Fairy Tales for Young Feminists

I wanted to research some fairy tales that have a woman as the main character, fighting for herself,  so I am looking at fairy tales made by feminists for younger feminists.

Now just the clarify, I am an “Equalist”, I believe in equality for all and if I catch books with a hint of man-hating or hypocrisy I will speak out about it, since that is the wrong message to give to children.

Not All Princesses Dress In Pink

This one seems to be a cool book. At the moment, the internet is struggling to understand what a “Woman” is, and a lot of people are confused and are saying that a woman is a feeling when science disagrees with that logic. It is the genitalia you own and your chromosomes, that is it. But since people are saying it's feeling, they think that if you are a man that likes to wear a dress and admire female clothing, unless you are gederdeiforic, you are not tran. That's just who you are.

But the same thing is happening to women, people are confused and when they are a woman but like to wear all black or casual “boy” clothes. Causing them to get confused about who they are. They also tend to be uncomfortable in their bodies because of very normal puberty, but because they aren't properly educated, it turns into what they think is “gender dysphoria”.

So a book that can educate women on their biology and that it's ok to dress and act differently than most women, doesn't mean that they are anything less than a woman, it just means you have accepted who they are and that they love themself for it.

This book I appreciate a lot.

The art style is very cute, I love how simple every thing looks, it's very on-brand for a children's book.

Off the bat, this doesn't feel like a feminist book. I just feel like someone took the story of Little Red Riding Hood and just changed the setting from a European setting to an African setting. I could imagine that this was mostly a story to tell kids in African schools to stay away from strangers, which I can understand since forests aren't very popular in Africa.

The set style is quite different from what I usually see in children's books, it's quite stylized and has a strange wiggly line art to it. I'm not a fan of it, but it's a style that children will probably not mind.

I have no idea what this one is about but it doesn't sound pleasant, I just hope it's not harmful to children or spread a man-hating message since that is sadly a popular message nowadays with modern feminism.

This is an art style I don't like very much. I'm not a fan of how this look and I'm not sure why, I think it's because of the strange shape decisions and also the character design of the snow white.

Off the bat, Thumbelina is already a feminist fairy tale since she is basically on her own, however, she does get a lot of help from animals but she never gets rescued by a prince which I know is something modern-day feminists hate nowadays. So there isn't much else to say about this, apart from the art style is very cute the colour palettes being very pretty to look at.

I'm not quite sure what this story is about but I think it's inspired by Little Red Riding Hood because of the name.

The art style, I hate it. It's ugly, I hate how the proportion on the face are just all over the place, I just hate this art style so much.

The art style is so cute and I love the colours and just how satisfying it all looks. Sadly the message of the book concerns me, the title sounds like it's a jab at heroic men. What I get is a good message that women are capable of taking care of themselves but because of modern-day feminism, they seem to forget that men are naturally stronger and biology and science are the truth but for some reason now it's forbidden to know and understand the truth.

However, I don't know what the book entirely says and I believe that this message can be done right, that there is a big chance that this book did just that. And hopefully, young girls can have a healthy message.

[snufflepup]

L O A D I N G . . . ๑

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Eden / Eve . . ｡🪦

🪦｡ Sunny / Mika . .

Rose / Toms . . ｡🪦

🦇 ⟢ > he/it , trnsmasc , pan

🩸 ⟢ > @akhilleusnow ♡♡

🦇 ⟢ > auhd , bpd , more

🩸 ⟢ > 17 y/o , bst / gmt timezone

Due to reasons I don't really understand yet ( probably trauma LOL ) I feel like a dog. I know I'm not literally.. but it is how I feel. I also feel really conected too and with vampires and dragons ! I'm not sure what any of this means, but feel free to call me them !!

I am a real yandere, as well as a darling . . .

ᰔᩚ OCDAF , 479 , RAHL ᰔᩚ

I'm more of a submissive yandere, lurking, stalking and that. Although I can get crazy jealous and possesive but I probably wouldn't act on it, mostly out of fear of my darling hating me. . . but if given permission, or allowed too in a sense, I probably would. I'm more of the pathetic protective type lol I'd do anything and everything for my darling, I want to be their favourite everything after all ! I'd want to be their soulmate. I'd want to keep them safe, with me, forever. Sometimes I can become a little more controlling and. . . violent ( Like wanting to bite or bruise them a little ! I would be okay with them doing it back to me as well ) but when it comes down to it, I'd want them to be safe and happy more than anything else in the world

My darling, my owner ,

@akhilleusnow

If you feel like sending in an ask, go ahead ! If you plan on sticking around. . . There is a good chance I will end up growing attatched. This is your warning ! >ᴗ<

₊˚⊹꒷⁺Anons :

🖤 , 💌 , Yuu 💚 , 🐚 , 🐇 , 🦇, 🎀 , 🐰 , 🖤🩶 , Ike , Angel , 🫀 , ⛈️ , 🧇 , Milena ☀️ , 🥩 , 🏨💕

I like anime, villainess manwha, games, disney, movies and more ! I will literally listen to any music but rn I really like chappell roan, sabrina carpenter and madds buckley.

My favourite anime is probably FairyTail or Seraph of the End ( suggar apple fairy tale being a close third. . . ) but I love others A LOT too. I'm always on the search for more recs so feel free to let me know any good ones ! That goes for songs, movies, manwha ect. . . too !

DNI ; Regular dni, I suppose ? I will just block freely !

DNF ; If you're much older / younger than me. . . It could feel a little awkward

Please don't... talk about gore/ed's/sh/violence in intense detail out of nowhere

Please... send in creepy/obsessive asks, be possessive, call me pet/nick names, rant. . . ect ect !! I crave the attention to be honest. . . I'm pretty much okay with anything really, but I'll say something if I'm not

However I'm not okay with being called a girl, but I will answer to non masc/neu titles and names as well like girlfriend or princess for example.

Watch out ! jealously, yancore, obsessiveness, venting, unhealthy behaviour, kidnaping mentions ect ect ahead... please stay safe !!!

Tag system : here !

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Creds to @\catholisis for my icon and header ! Creds to @\selysie and @\fairytopea the dividers !

I also got inspo by a lot of people to make this the way I did, I spoke a little about that here !

. ignore how none of the pinks match </3 .

[baenxietydad]

Swynrp WriMo Task #15 - NPC Playlist!

[playlist]

[tracker]

Concept: Playlist of songs So-yeon painstakingly recorded onto mixtapes (literal cassettes) to put into her Walkman to rollerskate by the Han River in her sparkly pink rollerskates.

Pierrot Laughs At Us - Kim Wan Sun

Even when you look at the shabby me and laugh I think I look so beautiful

Kim Wan Sun was one of the 'It Girls' of Korean pop music of the 80s and 90s. So-yeon's fashion sense at the time was inspired largely by the small Korean ska punk and punk rock subculture that she and Mu-yeol were involved in in the late 90's-early 2000's, as well as the kinderwhore look popularized by Courtney Love, the bright patterned clothing of the 90's. Some personal style guides for her from East Asia included Hong Kong singer Faye Wong, and, of course Kim Wan Sun (here, here). Additionally, as pixie's in Korean pixie hollows typically wear clothing more similar to Korean hanbok than Western clothing, So-yeon was a bit ahead of the current movement to modernize traditional Korean clothing for modern every day wear and would sew her own skirts in a modernized hanbok style to wear. Her two looks were badass alternative chick or fairy princess, and she could charm you or kick your ass in either look. She loved flitting between two incredibly different but equally eye-catching visual concepts. So! Including Kim Wan Sun on here was a must, she was very important to So-yeon.

Dreams - The Cranberries

Oh, my life is changing everyday In every possible way And oh, my dreams It's never quite as it seems

So-yeon LOVED The Cranberries. She thought Dolores O'Riordan's signature yodel sounded a little like the vocal techniques used in pansori singing and that drew her to them. Most singing in Korean pixie hollows is pansori singing! Fairies who then go into the human world have to learn how to sing pop or rock songs! So that itself was really cool to So-yeon. The way Mu-yeol learned English from The Mountain Goats and Oingo Boingo, she learned from The Cranberries.

The Impression That I Get - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Have you ever had the odds stacked up so high You need a strength most don't possess? Or has it ever come down to do or die? You've got to rise above the rest No, well

I've never had to knock on wood But I know someone who has Which makes me wonder if I could

So-yeon got into ska music via a Korean-American classmate at Seoul National University who first showed her two-tone ska from the UK like The Specials before delving into ska punk like The Mighty Mighty Bosstones. She got Mu-yeol into the genre and they were very early fans of South Korean ska punk band Lazybone, active in Korea since the mid-90's. They saw them perform at underground shows for dirt cheap before they become iconic.

Celebrity Skin - Hole

Oh, look at my face My name is might have been My name is never was My name's forgotten

Bands like Hole, Bikini Kill, and Babes In Toyland out of the USA really tapped into her feminine rage. And, as mentioned above Courtney Love's aesthetic really appealed to her. She loved to dress almost cartoonishly feminine while in a male-dominated major and career field in a patriarchal country. In a way, hyperfeminizing herself at times was a way to rub it in mens' faces that she was just as (if not more) capable than any one of them.

Enjoy The Silence - Depeche Mode

Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world

So-yeon got into Depeche Mode sometimes around 1992 when an older half-human half-pixie cousin played her a cassette with Personal Jesus on it at her house in human Daegu. She subsequently got Mu-yeol into them after they Promised and he joined her in Seoul. They both enjoyed post-punk and new wave type music a lot.

For So-yeon, post-punk was good music to kind of zone out to that wouldn't put you to sleep.

10 Minute - Lee Hyori

Just want ten minutes, the time when you become mine The men crying because they’ve been deceived by my innocent tricks Baby you’re being shaken by a different charm

For all of her most off-the-wall tastes, So-yeon was still a woman in her twenties in Korea in the early 2000s. She loved Lee Hyori! 10 Minute was one of her go-to noreabang songs. It's also a perfect song to rollersakte to!

No. 1 - BoA

I’ll search for words to say My sadness will become cloudy and you will shut out the light This path won’t know any of my tears

BoA, our beloved. Often called the Britney Spears of Korea, they're not wrong. She was Korea's pop princess of the early 2000s and is the queen of K-pop today. Again, perfect rollerskating music!

A Little Respect - Erasure

Soul, I hear you calling Oh baby, please, give a little respect to me And if I should falter Would you open you arms out to me? We can make love not war And live at peace with our hearts

So-yeon and Mu-yeol first heard this song at the gay clubs in Itaewon, which were really the only clubs that they went to as they were also the clubs most welcoming of fairies in the late nineties and early 2000s. So-yeon could dance without being harassed and flirt with women if she felt like it that night, and if he felt like it Mu-yeol could flirt with men as she encouraged him to do after the Promised, insisting that being life partners didn't mean they shouldn't explore their sexualities since they Promised so young. This is quite a normal arrangement for fairies, but their human friends all thought they were either on the fritz or incredibly saintlike in their ability to not be raging jealous.

This was one of their favorite songs that they first heard at the gay clubs and So-yeon of course recorded it from a CD onto her rollerskating cassettes. The sound quality was horrendous but it was #2001.

Extraordinary - Liz Phair

Yeah, I drive naked through the park And run the stop sign in the dark Stand in the street, yell out my heart To make, to make you love me I am extraordinary If you'd ever get to know me I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary Average, everyday, sane, psycho, super-goddess Average, everyday, sane, psycho

Something about Liz Phair just scratched So-yeon's brain right since the mid-nineties. This song made her feel like the main character in an American movie, rollerskating in the sun with her eye closed to the sky.

flying duck - Cherry Filter

I had a dream. The moon told me, Come up here and lets play together.

As I awoke from my deep sleep my wings shook. My mother can’t fly either. Today I was scolded again.

Now I want to fly up to the sky. I want to become the great moon in the sky.

Flying up high, I want to be the great moon up in the sky. I’m going to be a star in the night sky and dance.

Flying up high, I want to tightly hug the night sky. As I spread my great wings like this, I dream. I fly up high.

Cherry Filter is a female-fronted Korean alt rock band. flying duck altered So-yeon's brain chemistry.

Supernova - Liz Phair

You walk in clouds of glitter And the sun reflects your eyes And every time the wind blows I can smell you in the sky

Your kisses are as wicked as an M-16 And you fuck like a volcano And you're everything to me

Supernova is the first Liz Phair song that So-yeon made Mu-yeol listen to, it remains his favorite to this day. So-yeon would be rollerskating to this song and kinda dancing, making everyone around her worried she'd fall on her ass!

She went feral for that delayed hit of the drum in the chorus, where it comes like a moment after you expect it to come in:

'Cause you're a (and you expect the drum hit to be along with this syllable) hu ( but it actually hits after) man supernova A (expected) so (actual) lar superman You're an (expected) an (actual) gel with wings of fire

So-yeon would get so mad if she showed you the song and you didn't pick up on it because it was what made it so good in her opinion.

사망가 (Death Song) - Crying Nut

나는 가리라 절망 끝까지 내 육신의 속박 멍에 벗고서 생의 끝까지 질주하리라 저주받은 내 운명을 죽이리라

I don't have an English translation yet for this song lol

But! I wanted to highlight a Korean punk band that become a thing while So-yeon and Mu-yeol were in that scene in Seoul. Punk rock is excellent roller skating music!

Dead Man's Party - Oingo Boingo

I was struck by lightning, walkin' down the street I was hit by something last night in my sleep It's a dead man's party, who could ask for more? Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door Leave your body and soul at the door

Oingo Boingo was brought to So-yeon and Mu-yeol by an American English teacher who lived in their apartment building. They both listened to a copious amount of this band, Dead Man's Party being So-yeon's favorite. Top tier rollerskating song.

[piggybonez]

never had the chance to answer all of these so im just gonna do it for fun!

🧚‍♂️ im absolutely very whimsical and i do believe in fairies and forest magic and fate etc etc

🐝 i loved piggys soo much! i loved how cute and chubby and pink they were and i loved their curly tails and the way they oink!! i hope i get to own a baby piggy one day 🥺 i love the spotted ones too!

🐶 as a kid my comfort item was my pillow pet pig but unfortunately it’s gone now :( it went missing after i moved when i was 10 and i miss it more than anything. i don’t have a comfort item im that strongly attached to now but id say it’s my current pig squishmallow that i hold to sleep every night or my baby sea slug plush that is like the size of my palm i love him so much lol

🐷 i like a lot of things. crackers n cheese r really good! and grapes!

🐥 drawing, coloring, watching @babiedani on YouTube, going on walks, dancing, stimming with toys and slime, going on tumblr to look at stimboards, cuddling my stuffies, and watching cartoons!!

🦋 invader zim, adventure time, powerpuff girls!

🐛 and still to this day the miraculous journey of edward tulane! i was a big book worm when i was younger and i also loved goosebumps, among other things.

🥫the little princess, matilda, tinker bell, the little mermaid, megamind, despicable me lol, ponyo, the brave little toaster. most disney movies, i know im forgetting a lot but those are some off the top of my head!

🍓 chocolate milk! 🥛

🧃 pens as of late! especially colored ones!

🍬 sweet sweet sweet i hate sour :(

🧁 pastry kid all the way, not a candy fan

🍭 im such a pastel kid!!!!!

☎️ decora kei, punk, goth although those last two have been horribly watered down and ruined by todays trends

🚀 ive always been hugely connected to the ocean so id live there with all the amazing sea creaturesss :3 🐠🦑🐡🐙🦀

🚗 according to my spotify it’s the principal by melanie martinez but im also really digging test me rn too. i just rotate my favorite songs by her and listen to her 24/7 basically

🧸 brussel sprouts are disgusting.. i hate peas. and olives are so offensive tasting. italian dressing is gross. anything sour or citrus like oranges is bad too. i dislike some things.

🍿 absolutely a library kid i used to play games on the computer and listen to music on YouTube with those big clunky headphones. id go to their teen time events and learn how to crochet or write haikus and whatnot. id play truth or dare with my friends on the staircase. i would read books. it was my safe space and i miss it.

🍰 i like dessert scents, like cinnamon or vanilla or pumpkin and stuff. fruity smells piss me off.

🍼 i never get called pet names but i would love to be called sweet boy, sweet prince, baby angel, little one, handsome, and anything else sweet tbh!!!! 🥺🥺

🍋 right now the walls are entirely covered in my own art and photography, band posters ive collected from shows, art from my friends and that ive collected along the way, i have a trash wall that i hang up trinkets icome across, i have a black and white wall full of ink illustrations from an old german gamebook i found outside. my room is so cool. ive also got spray painted cardboard up, a clown collection on my shelf, lots of plushies and trinkets, oddities like bones and sheep eyes, art projects scattered everywhere. my room is insane just like me <3

🥞 i love breakfast so much. it’s the bestest meal that you can eat anytime. especially a french toast breakfast with sausage and syrup. sausage is delicious im sorry to aminals. bagels are another safe food i eat constantly, everything seasoned with philadelphia cream cheese or avocado with salt and pepper. an egg if im feeling spicy. also shout out to breakfast burritos bc those are delicious and i don’t eat enough.

im gonna make some more asks games like this soon! thanks if u played along or read this ^.^ weeeee 🌟🐁✨🐇💫🦭🌙🐮

agere ask game

cause they’re fun & i want to interact with more ppl on here! feel free to rb!!!

🧚🏼 do you believe in fairies and other whimsical things?

🐝 favorite childhood animal growing up?

🐶 comfort item?

🐷 favorite snack!

🐥 favorite agere activities

🦋 favorite cartoons?

🐛 favorite childhood book?

🥫 favorite childhood movies?

🍓 chocolate milk, regular milk, or strawberry milk?

🧃 pens or pencils?

🍬 sweet or sour?

🧁 candy kid or pastry kid?

🍭 pastel kid or neon kid?

☎️ favorite fashion style?

🚀 would you rather live in space or live in the sea?

🚗 favorite song?

🧸 least favorite food?

🍿 were you a library kid growing up and if so what was your favorite thing to do there?

🍰 favorite scent?

🍼 favorite names you like to be called?

🍋 what does your room look like?

🥞 breakfast, lunch, or dinner? what’s your favorite meal?

check out my blog if you’re playing! have fun!

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I am just here to let you know that i am a princess that is all