#sansuyu

[redsunkrp]

Welcome to the morphing maze, Alessio Cho (Sansuyu (Sometimes shortened to Suyu or San). You are the Lead Rapper, Lead Vocalist of DUÆL/G.host. At 26, you are known as being the princess in your group. You are also secretly a witch.

You’ve made quite a name for yourself with clothing design, sewing, gardening/generally having a green thumb. Good luck with being shy, too innocent, not good at standing up for yourself.

Everyone is watching. Can you hear the applause?

Alessio (aka Jang Sebin, Omega X) uses he/they pronouns. They are played by Ethan (they/them; est; 26).

[talkbycolor]

me and my husband

A/N; wholesome old fashioned marriage in 1950, ITS 5AM I DIDNT SEELP ALL NITH

Pairing; "Mychael" x AFAB!Reader

CW; fluff / this is a what if MC stayed willingly on the forest, forgetting about the cat, his job and everything / reader is called wife and wears dresses but that doesnt mean its a woman (to my transmasc fellas (probably only me)) / this made me feel like inside a disney old movie / mawar, sansuyu and primrose are kinda like their babies / cute implied sex

The morning was as beautiful and warm as your heart, the sun's rays came through the windows while you combed your hair in front of the mirror, you could hear the morning song of the birds echoing from outside, the aroma of the forest was fresh, like a delicious mint tea in the morning, ready to brighten your day.

"Honey, Mychael, are you awake?" You asked as you looked at the green-tinted body next to you, the non-human boy only letting out a few muffled sounds, trying to sweep the dream away from himself.

"Good morning, firefly" Mychael said in a lazy tone, he opened two of his four eyes before leaning down to kiss your lips, morning breath was not a problem when it came to showing how much he loved you.

"I'm going to make breakfast, can you feed the girls?" Even though it was a question you were already standing up to put on a coat and head to the kitchen.

Mychael imitated you by standing up and putting on a coat, it would soon be winter and the weather was already starting to change, but that was okay! It meant you could be the little spoon when giving yourself nightly cuddles with your husband.

Ah, husband, that word sounded so nice.

Not long ago you told Mychael about what marriage was and the emotional meaning it carried, how that made you "officially" a family, so to speak.

Your wedding was in the garden, Marmar, Sunny and Rosie were present of course, Mychael walked you back to the city to get a beautiful white suit and veil, you looked so beautiful that day, Mychael made sure to repeat it every second and make you feel like the most esteemed jewel in the world.

You could still remember how your mother told you things about maturity, how sweet life would be once you found your loved one and shared a life together until death do you part.

Mychael was that, your loved one, a boy with a heart of gold who only loved you.

And to his three girls, of course, Mawar, Sansuyu and Primrose, since that day, every moment has felt so fresh and pure, like tasting paradise, swimming in clouds, sobbing stars.

And Michael? Oh, it was so adorable to see how he did anything for your comfort, you were his beloved pearl, his old-fashioned lover who loved naps by the fireplace and telling stories about his life.

If chickens could talk, they would say that you look at Mychael with radiant love in your eyes and he does the same.

While you were washing the vegetables for breakfast you heard Mychael entering back into the cabin after feeding the chickens and checking the crops. He approached humming a song, the same one he played for you for the first time on his kalimba, his hands wandering. over his hips and moved playfully from side to side, inviting you to dance with him.

"Come on sweetie, don't you want to dance with your husband for a moment?" He whispered in your ear, his hands took yours to force you to stop working and turn to look at him.

Yes, he didn't look human but that doesn't mean he wasn't attractive.

Your hand went up to caress the strange mushroom-patterned horn on his head, causing your husband to purr, it was so cute to see him so comfortable next to you, with you, with the life they had.

You left your job behind, his old home, but you wouldn't change anything you have now, a quiet and domestic life was all you needed.

Both bodies moved through the kitchen, spinning to the rhythm of Mychael's humming, the home was so cozy that the cold seemed nonexistent.

Despite still being a little numb from just waking up, you interrupted his humming to sing, it's not like you had the best voice and it was actually kind of embarrassing, but when you're in love, who doesn't do the cheesiest things? You laughed a little at how happy it made you to dance alongside your husband.

"Hey, hey, hey, lover… you don't have to be a star, hey, hey, hey, lover… I love you just the way you are" Your cheeks burned with grief but that didn't stop you from smiling, Mychael leaned in to gather his forehead with yours as he enjoyed the moment with you.

Being with you made him the happiest man in the world.

"My wife is so sweet, you make me so happy, firefly" he whispered as one pair of eyes watched you, the other pair was closed as he savored the dance with you, he pulled your hips to cling to his body even more. "My beautiful wife, my beloved is so alluring, so charming, so wonderful, stunning, breathtaking" Receiving compliments from your man was always so pleasant, if you could purr like him you surely would.

"You look so alluring wearing that flowery apron" He commented with a mischievous smile, Mychael was a bit cocky by nature and loved to tease you.

He knew you liked that.

You both cooed at each other for a long time until your stomach growled, demanding food, you couldn't ignore the routine anymore so you both got to work on breakfast.

It was such a complete love, such a full life, such a happy heart.

After having breakfast you made sure to take good care of Marmar, Sunny and Rosie, that the field was in perfect condition, and clean the cabin. Mychael had gone out to bring a few things that were missing from the home, such as more firewood, meat for dinner and some pipes to install the drainage system in the bathroom, it was almost ready.

Not every day was the same, sometimes they had time to spare and they would settle down together in front of the fireplace, go for a walk through the most relaxing areas of the forest, or cuddle the chickens.

"Honey, wifey" Your husband's voice rang, he was knitting new wool sweaters since it would soon be winter. You walked over to your husband to snuggle up next to him, the atmosphere making your eyes feel heavy.

"Tired, firefly?" Mychael asked, just watching you pout and bat your eyelashes was enough to have the green-skinned boy carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, it always worked so you didn't help but let out a malicious giggle.

Things in bed were also fun, you were both passionate and loved each other intensely.

"I love you so much, Mychael, I want you to lull me, drown me, crush me…" You asked him in a whisper despite being the only ones in the cabin, the warm atmosphere of the home protected them, You were in the dark, the sounds of the forest setting their act of love. "My husband is so good, he knows how to make me feel so good, so desired" You confessed to him with a blush on your cheeks, saying what you felt so openly (maybe even a little bold) was still something that made you nervous.

"Thank you for coming into my life, dear" The seriousness with which he said those words carried so much feeling, he gave you a sad smile, you knew that Mychael was alone before he met you… very, very alone. "You always fill my heart with so much joy, knowing that you are mine... I feel so loved and… I want to make you feel loved, I am completely devoted to you, firefly, your wishes are my commands"

You were both sighing under the sheets, exhausted by their recent act, bodies so close together that they seemed to melt into each other as they enjoyed the other's heat.

"I love you"

"I love you"

You both laughed, sharing a loving kiss before falling asleep.

♡

[deerspherestudios]

Oh my gosh! Mychael is waaay too adorable for his own good! I wanna pinch his cheeks then give him hugs and kisses! His chickens are also adorable!! I'm starting to consider having one of my own, actually. Btw, where did you get the idea of giving the chickens' names? Mawar, Sansuyu, and Primrose are cute names indeed.

They're all flowers! I wish I could say I did some in-depth research, but thinking the way Mychael thinks, he'd probably name them simply because they sound pretty to him haha!

Flower images under cut:

Mawar (Marmar) = "rose" in Indonesian

Sansuyu (Sunny) - 산수유 = "cornelian cherry flower" in Korean

Primrose (Rosie) = "primrose" in English

Meanwhile, Rosie is looking at Mychael somewhere beside you. It's subtle but that was my intent with the positioning haha!)

(Also fun little tidbit for those who check the readmore: a very small detail with the chickens - in the CG 'ladies', Sunny is the only one directly looking at you, head and body-wise. Something about you just peaked her interest, I guess! Later she pecks at your shoelace for your attention.

[daniel2334]

The Heart of Spring, Mongwoo (濛雨) – In the thin and soft spring rain

Early spring, a day when the cold snap has not gone away. The sky falls with a calm drizzle, and small raindrops form on the sansuyu, irises, and white lilies. Moisturized petals shine darker, and this rain, which seems to wet traces of winter, is called '濛雨' – a thin and soft spring rain.

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[saigontimestravel]

Trải nghiệm du lịch Hàn Quốc tháng 3 ngắm hoa anh đào

Thời tiết Hàn Quốc tháng 3

Thời tiết ở Hàn Quốc vào tháng 3 là sự chuyển giao từ mùa đông sang mùa xuân. Tháng 3 rơi vào mùa xuân là mùa có thời tiết đẹp nhất và nhiệt độ trung bình thời gian này dao động khoảng 5 – 6 độ C.

Mùa xuân là mùa mà trăm hoa đua nở, khí hậu cũng trở nên mát mẻ cùng cảnh vật sinh động tạo cảm giác tươi mới cho mọi du khách. Đi Hàn Quốc vào mùa này bạn sẽ dễ dàng ngắm nhìn các loài hoa, đặc biệt là hoa anh đào nở rộ khắp nẻo đường.

Cùng với thời tiết dễ chịu, khung cảnh nở rộ lãng mạn của hoa anh đào căng tràn sức sống bạn nhất định không được bỏ lỡ chuyến đi du lịch Hàn Quốc vào tháng 3 này.

Mặc gì khi đi du lịch Hàn Quốc tháng 3

Du lịch Hàn Quốc tháng 4 với 4 lễ hội độc đáo

Tháng 3 là mùa của lễ hội mùa xuân ở Hàn Quốc, với những lễ hội truyền thống đặc trưng bạn sẽ được hòa mình vào không khí náo nhiệt. Sau đây, Saigontimes Travel sẽ điểm qua top 4 lễ hội đặc sắc chỉ có vào mùa xuân tại xứ sở kim chi.

Lễ hội hoa anh đào Hàn Quốc

Lễ hội hoa anh đào ở Hàn Quốc là một trong những sự kiện lớn và đẹp nhất của nước này, thu hút hàng triệu du khách từ khắp nơi trên thế giới. Lễ hội được tổ chức vào cuối tháng 3, đầu tháng 4.

Du khách có cơ hội ngắm nhìn cả bầu trời màu hồng của loài hoa anh đào. Lễ hội hoa anh đào còn là thời điểm diễn ra rất nhiều các hoạt động vui chơi, giải trí, mang đến cho khách du lịch rất nhiều điều thú vị.

Lễ hội lửa Jeju

Đây được xem là lễ hội đốt lửa hồng truyền thống, tổ chức với một loại nghi lễ diễn ra vào tháng 3 hàng năm. Nhằm cầu nguyện sức khỏe cho người dân, mùa màng tươi tốt cho năm sau.

Lễ hội hoa Tulip ở Everland

Everland là một công viên giải trí ở gần Seoul, lễ hội được tổ chức từ cuối tháng 3 đến đầu tháng 5, bạn sẽ được chiêm ngưỡng vẻ đẹp mùa xuân của xứ sở Kim chi, đây cũng là thời điểm mùa hoa tulip nở rộ khắp Everland.

Lễ hội hoa Sơn Phù Du Gurye

Đến với lễ hội hoa Sơn Phù Du Gurye bạn sẽ được chiêm ngưỡng một bức tranh rực rỡ sắc vàng của tự nhiên với với loài hoa sơn phù du trải đầy núi. Đặc biệt, những màn biểu diễn nghệ thuật, trình diễn pháo hoa cũng rất đặc sắc.

Những điểm du lịch nổi bật nhất của Hàn Quốc vào tháng 3

Cung điện Changgyeonggung

Kiến trúc tại cung điện Changgyeonggung vô cùng độc đáo, đại diện cho nét phong cách kiến trúc truyền thống của Hàn Quốc. Nếu đến đây vào mùa xuân, bạn sẽ thấy cung điện Changgyeonggung càng thêm rực rỡ bởi sự tô điểm của các loài hoa anh đào, sansuyu, đỗ quyên, hoa mơ,…

Du lịch Hàn Quốc tháng 3 khám phá đảo Jeju

Đi du lịch đảo Jeju vào tháng 3 bạn sẽ được chiêm ngưỡng bức tranh tuyệt đẹp, với không khí yên bình chứ không náo nhiệt như ở Seoul. Jeju vào thời điểm này mang vẻ đẹp của sắc hồng hoa anh đào.

Du lịch Hàn Quốc tháng 3 tại đảo Nami

Đảo Nami được mệnh danh là vùng đất bình yêu của Incheon. Tháng 3, cây trên đảo Nami đã dần thay sắc lá, bạn có thể rảo bước trên những con đường rợp bóng cây xanh mát ngắm mặt sông Cheongpyung thơ mộng.

Nếu ghé thăm Nami vào mùa xuân, bạn không chỉ có cơ hội ngắm nhìn cảnh đẹp, hít thở không khí trong lành, tận hưởng chuyến nghỉ dưỡng của mình mà còn được tham gia vào nhiều trò chơi thú vị và có một không hai tại nơi này như bungee jumping, trượt cáp treo,…

Một thế giới vừa bình yêu nhưng vừa mới mẻ giữa lòng thành phố tấp nập thật đáng trải nghiệm đúng không nào!

Tháp Namsan – Biểu tượng đặc trưng của Hàn Quốc

Có chiều cao ấn tượng đến 480m, tháp Namsan không chỉ là một trong những đài quan sát “cao” nhất Hàn Quốc, mà còn là nơi đón chào lượng khách du lịch đông đảo và chứng giám cho tình yêu “cao” thượng của nhiều cặp đôi.

Trên tầng cao của ngọn tháp này là địa điểm để các cặp đôi có thể khóa chặt tình yêu vĩnh cửu của mình bằng những ổ khóa tình yêu và hóa thân thành những nam nữ chính phim Hàn với lời thề non, hẹn biển.

Ngoài ra, tháp Namsan cũng phục vụ nhu cầu quan sát, ngắm nhìn thành phố Seoul từ trên cao với khu vực nhà hàng sang trọng. Có thiết kế vô cùng độc đáo, nhà hàng này thực ra là một nhà hàng xoay với tốc độ 48 phút 1 vòng.

Du lịch Hàn Quốc tháng 3 nên ăn gì

Đến Hàn Quốc tháng 3 du khách nhất định phải thưởng thức món cua tuyết nổi tiếng. Cua tuyết ăn thanh, ngọt nhất nếu như thưởng thức tại Seoul, Incheon hay làng Yeongdeok.

Chắc hẳn những thông tin mà Saigontimes Travel tổng hợp được sẽ giúp bạn đưa ra quyết định đi du lịch Hàn Quốc tháng 3, hy vọng những chia sẻ này sẽ giúp ích cho chuyến đi của bạn. Hãy đặt tour du lịch Hàn Quốc ngay tại đây để trải nghiệm nhiều điều thú vị tại xứ sở kim chi.

[magnoliakrp]

◜ ✿ +﹒𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐊𝐑𝐏! we are so happy you're here!

✿ (jennie kim) park sohee who works as a musician and resides in sansuyu apartments.

please follow the admin account within 48 hours.

[hosupchung-blog]

#산수유 #산수유열매 #파란겨울하늘 #sansuyu #sansuyufruits #bluesky #redfruit #풍경스타그램 #winter #ansan #2017 #12월 (Ansan에서)

[wunsigcho]

산수유꽃 폭죽 러시^^ #sansuyu #sansuyuflower #wildflower #flower #firework #firecracker #springflowers #spring #april (목동아이스링크에서)

[dendroica]

A brown-eared bulbul pecks at leftovers of Japanese cornelian cherries – or sansuyu – in Ulsan, South Korea

Photograph: Yonhap/EPA

(via The week in wildlife – in pictures | Environment | The Guardian)

[writsilver]

to: @forlils​

hojun deveria estar passando o feriado de chuseok com sua família. ao invés disso, estava enchendo a cara no festival organizado pela sansuyu. a máfia escondia-se assim, atrás de grandes eventos que tinham o objetivo de discretamente engajar seus membros como se fossem pessoas normais. se fosse sincero, hojun considerava que sua família havia se perdido juntamente à vida de seu pai. fora como se a cola que os unia se esvaísse, e hojun, apesar de empático, não achava que sua presença seria importante. então, como um lobo solitário, ele andava de estande a estande no festival a procura de entretenimento... ou seja, mais soju. o casal de amigos de hojun (os únicos que existiam, aliás) estavam ocupados demais numa das pequenas luas de mel deles para aproveitar do evento com o mais novo – também membros da sansuyu, a somin e o kinam tinham mais o que fazer do que se preocupar com hojun. he's a big boy, he can take care of himself, somin riu dias antes, quando foram buscar equipamento juntos.

ele devia estar na quinta dose de soju quando se preocupou em comer algo (parabéns, hojun, ele conseguia imaginar a voz de kinam zombando de si, pelo menos dessa vez você pensou!). kim procurou com os olhos o estande mais vazio do festival, e não se surpreendeu ao avistar civis no recinto como se nada de diferente acontecia ali. direcionou-se à comida, e ao cerrar os olhos, começou a reconhecer figuras mais emblemáticas, como a de dongyul. não tivera muito acesso ao mais velho durante seu tempo na sansuyu, mas já havia ouvido muito seu nome... em contextos questionáveis. "lim dongyul," ele disse, "que surpresa."

[busanienne]

Le jour où mes oreilles sont sortis. / The day when my ears fell out. - 귀빠진 날

산수유 Sansuyu, Cornouiller officinal Bonjour à tous !Ça fait vraiment longtemps ! Je me suis cachée trop longtemps…😂😂😂 J’espère que vous allez tous bien. Sinon, c’est le printemps !🌸C’est beau ! ─── ୨୧ ─── Hello, everyone!It’s been a really long time!!! I’ve been hiding too long…😂😂😂I hope you all have been doing well. Anyway, spring is finally here!🌸It’s beautiful! 🙂 ⓒpexels:Craig…

[daniel2334]

On a winter rainy day in December...

It's a lot for the winter rain.

It's not even a summer shower...

On a day like this, a cup of hot coffee

listening to music

It would be good to rummage through books.

That.Lo.na

I know.

My heart is already

It's in the raindrops splashing over the window.

Yeah, we're going around the neighborhood.

I'm giving myself up to the raindrops

The red fruit of Sansuyu

It's a red, burning autumn leaves

He's already thrown himself and covered himself with fallen leaves

It's a job to look around the flower bed.

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[hansungrp]

                MY HANSUNGU PORTAL : logged in as hwang mido.

student name : hwang mido. preferred name : mido. date of birth : 02/21/1999. occupation : student, fortune teller.

     enrollment status.

program : b.a. in music. status : junior. clubs : none. sports : none. housing : off-campus.

     student history.

tw,  parental death, bullying, suicide, mental illness, drug and alcohol use, infidelity.

I.

she remembers spending long mornings at the dining room table separating seeds that were shaken off the sansuyu trees; the tips of her front teeth weakening and loosening due to the activity she’s learned to love. her grandmother used to supervise her all the while, ensuring that her little one’s doing a proper job and keeping her vivid imagination at bay. its had a vice grip on mido since she was old enough to form memories, and while her thoughts have done well by creating a girl with a sense of whimsy and a passion for mysticism, its also had a hand in how accident prone she is. after all, according to her, it’s hard to talk to fairies in the woods and keep track of the placement of her limbs all at once. so, it goes without saying that, because of this supposed “quirk” of hers, her guardians had to keep a close eye on her at all times.

when she wasn’t assisting her grandparents with the festival season, she was a constant front-row occupant at their pansori performances; all three of them piling into their beat-up old car to travel from their home in gurye to namwon on show nights. she’ll never, ever forget watching the two of them on-stage. her grandmother’s voice alone carried so much magic in it, and the beat of her grandfather’s drum reminded her of the pitter-patter that hearts make. the stories told always captured her, no matter how many times she’d heard them in the past, and it was in those moments that she earned an admiration for those who choose to entertain others. over time, she decided that she wanted to do the same thing.

by the time she was eight years old, her grandparents taught her all they knew about singing and music—acting not only as parental figures, but also mentors; nurturing these interests as best they could. money was never abundant, so they couldn’t afford proper instruction for her, but they did their best with what they had, and it only made the three of them grow closer.

however, despite how happy her childhood seemed, mido often noticed how people looked at her. she’d recognize the sadness and hurt in the eyes of family members, and even some passersby in town, whenever she was around. no matter how many times she would ask what was wrong, no one would ever be honest with her. it didn’t stop there, though. inquisitive as ever, whenever she would inquire about a certain mystery woman that’s present in old photographs, she would also be rejected. that bothered her more than anything else because, even though she had no idea who she was, she bore a striking resemblance to her, and in some way, felt a connection with her that she couldn’t exactly explain back then. kept in the dark, she learned not to ask about her anymore… but the curiosity never fully dissipated.

II.

on the cusp of her entrance into middle school, her family was visited by a sullen-faced man. he wore disheveled clothing, had wild hair, and despite arriving in hopes of seeing mido, he wasn’t allowed to. she watched from the kitchen window as he spoke with her grandfather outside, and when he turned and happened to catch a glimpse of her observing them, he offered a smile—leaving a few gifts behind for her before walking away. after inspection from her grandparents, they were handed over to her, and in truth, the contents left her a bit gobsmacked. not only was a gorgeous ( and clearly well-loved ) six-string acoustic guitar sitting in its case, but there was a collection of cassette tapes, too. what she didn’t get to possess yet was a polaroid of a couple bathed in the neon lights of the city and a handwritten letter providing insight on what all of this meant. sadly, her family remained tightlipped in regards to all her queries despite her older age, and at that point, she was beginning to accept the mystery as merely that, and nothing else.

with fresh equipment and large sources of inspiration, she began to work hard at learning the ins and outs of her new instrument; opting to be her own instructor. it took her an entire summer of practice, but little-by-little, she was making improvements; pairing the strum of the strings with the silken voice her grandmother helped craft. much like her elders, music still alighted a deep passion inside of her, and she didn’t know it then, but it’s also something that moved both her mother, and her father, too. however, the discovery of that didn’t come sweetly, nor did it occur in a manner that her guardians were anticipating. instead, it happened at school.

turns out, kids stop being kind as they get older, and the instant that she was transitioning from childhood to adolescence, there was a target imprinted onto her back; one that her peers loved to strike with petty judgments, lame rumors, and derogatory monikers. most commonly, they’d refer to her as a witch or a demon. she was the type of person that would twirl her way through campus sparking conversations with others in somewhat peculiar fashions—asking nonsensical questions, offering whimsical comments, and laughing at seemingly nothing. not only that, but around this time frame, she developed an interest in divination. she’d bring knapsacks full of crystals she’d collect, tarot cards she’d practice readings with, and it wasn’t unlike her to offer to read strangers’ palms for more experience. at first, she thought that may have been the only reason as to why she’s received such a negative reaction from them all of the sudden.

however, without anyone’s knowledge, a schoolmate’s mom ( one who knew the hwang family ) let it slip that mido’s mother suffered a mental break postpartum, and it sadly only took a couple of months before she ended her time in this dimension, in search of the next. when all of this got whispered around school, everyone was dumbly convinced that she was a cursed person, so they mocked and alienated her. friends had already been hard to come by due to her eccentric flare, but now, it was even worse. when word inevitably got around to her, she suffered her first ever heartbreak—one that began to mar the naïveté she’s forever possessed; one that was at the hands of her own household. maybe if she had been able to take the much-needed time to digest it she would’ve handled it better. she was stripped of that, and now, the biggest enigma in her life became her worst nightmare.

III.

the songs she wrote became sadder, and the loneliness she felt swallowed her whole. she felt betrayed and exposed; violated even. at once, she was facing all of the symptoms of grief head on, despite the fact that she doesn’t remember her mother at all. with everything broadcast, her family finally unveiled the truth, but it seemed like it was all coming too late. she spent all of her time in high school feeling so resentful towards them. it took her a long while to feel better, and music became her only distraction from the chaos. she poured herself into her craft; writing and creating a sloppy catalogue of tunes that she felt proud of. she didn’t have a great set up, nor access to a studio, but slowly, mido gained enough confidence to showcase her best material on soundcloud, and there, she was introduced to a brand new community of people that truly opened their arms to her. for the first time in years, she felt like she belonged somewhere.

with that said, she knew that she couldn’t stay living in gurye for much longer, and as soon as she was able to, she took up a part-time job to save money, as well as focused on her studies—which was easy since she still didn’t have any cohorts to kill time with. she told her grandparents that she needed cash to buy a new set-up for better recording, but in truth, she needed it to fund her getaway plan. pals online had convinced her that running away to the city would benefit her in more ways than one, and being as easily-swayed as ever, she wholeheartedly agreed. it’s not like she had anything tethering her to her hometown anymore. those days had long passed.

a few weeks after her nineteenth birthday, with good marks on entrance exams and bank account with enough money to get by for a little while, she left in the dead of night—guitar strapped to her back, her luggage hauled over to the train station by hand, and the photo of her parents stowed away in her handbag. she left a note behind for her grandparents, and started life as a starving artist until school began—which she personally believed was a romantic concept in itself. according to her, all the best musicians were dirt poor and homeless before their careers took off, and honestly speaking, this predicament makes sense for her, too. being that her world has sort of turned into the mess it is now, mido’s become addicted to the melancholia; the cool blueness feeling safe and familiar.

IV.

sleeping in bathhouses, offering curbside tarot and palm readings, and busking on busy street corners was how she made things work. it was arduous, but she truly enjoyed learning about the lives of the people who utilized her services. the capital city offered a wide array of colorful personalities, their lives full to the brim with constant motion and modest confusion. she felt important in that they came to her for spiritual guidance. she’s always been able to sympathize with others easily—hell, sometimes even a little too much. then, in the midst of all this, she met an intriguing someone who took her under their wing; who introduced her to the wild nightlife and indie music scenes in places like hongdae and itaewon; who helped her out when she had nothing. not used to being so doted upon, mido dissolved into them; eliminating any boundaries effortlessly in a way that wasn’t helpful or healthy. for a summer, they became her world, and allowed her to be wholly herself.

she became a wayward soul that did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. at twenty, in between homework and cramming for exams, she started to frequent the variegated ( often seedy ) bars and clubs in order to better infuse herself into the community she desperately wanted to be apart of. for the first time, she felt a sense of freedom that she didn’t have back in gurye; one that she wanted to explore fully. she accepted any drink or substance offered to her—indulging in the sweet highs and finding solace in the bitter lows; using the crashes as sources of inspiration to create melodies. becoming a musician was still the end goal, after all, even if it was harder for her to record given the circumstances. however, at age twenty-one, the tragic end of the most important relationship she had in seoul occurred, but this time, she wasn’t the victim of misfortune. instead, her capriciousness and her fierce need to be accepted led to her infidelity.

to her, saying yes is dramatically simpler than saying no, and when the vibe is right and all feels magical, she’s quick to give into temptation; unearthing layers of herself that she’s never seen before; sides that veer uglier than the others. when everything came crashing down, mido was beside herself. she caused all of these problems and had no on else to blame. she made her bed and now she has to lie in it, and it was harder because her lover’s friends had become her friends, and because of what happened, no one fucked with her anymore. it was like high school all over again, but this time, she deserved to be “targeted.” it’s like she missed the feeling of being alienated and made the choice to inflict it on herself again. deciding to take a step back, she accepted a part time job offer at a saju café to be a fortune teller and, once again, focused mostly on the schooling she was struggling to afford. she spent the next few years writing, composing, studying, and working; investing all her time and money into buying equipment, paying tuition, and making improvements—both musically and personally.

V.

she can’t help but feel as though her life is ruined, and she’s the one who’s been caught red handed—her problems all caused by herself despite how badly she wishes she could pin the blame on someone, anyone, else. sometimes she thinks that maybe the kids in gurye were right about her. maybe she is a curse who only knows how to deal misfortune and discord to all around her; herself included. maybe she truly was the cause of her mom’s insanity and her father’s absence. so many thoughts spiral through her mind on any given day, and her past looms over her like storm clouds with torrential rainfall brewing. all she can do now is hope she can graduate on time, continue to pour herself into her passions and soundcloud account, and hope that the stars have something sweet in store for her... even if she feels like she’s completely undeserving of it most of the time.

for now, hwang mido still exists to perplex, to bewitch, and to sing really niche, sad songs. hopefully she’ll find her way and use the knowledge she’s picked up to better herself. old habits die hard, though, and messes are bound to be made. let’s just hope she can clean them all up without any significant damage.

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[ CONT’D... ]

Name: Hwang Mido Pseudonym: Luce Pronouns:  She/her Age: 24 Occupation: Fortune Teller Canon: SOLO_04

TW / parental death, bullying, suicide, drug and alcohol use, infidelity.

I.

she remembers spending long mornings at the dining room table separating seeds that were shaken off the sansuyu trees; the tips of her front teeth weakening and loosening due to the activity she’s learned to love. her grandmother used to supervise her all the while, ensuring that her little one’s doing a proper job and keeping her vivid imagination at bay. its had a vice grip on mido since she was old enough to form memories, and while her thoughts have done well by creating a girl with a sense of whimsy and a passion for mysticism, its also had a hand in how accident prone she is. after all, according to her, it’s hard to talk to fairies in the woods and keep track of the placement of her limbs all at once. so, it goes without saying that, because of this supposed “quirk” of hers, her guardians had to keep a close eye on her at all times.

when she wasn’t assisting her grandparents with the festival season, she was a constant front-row occupant at their pansori performances; all three of them piling into their beat-up old car to travel from their home in gurye to namwon on show nights. she’ll never, ever forget watching the two of them on-stage. her grandmother’s voice alone carried so much magic in it, and the beat of her grandfather’s drum reminded her of the pitter-patter that hearts make. the stories told always captured her, no matter how many times she’d heard them in the past, and it was in those moments that she earned an admiration for those who choose to entertain others. over time, she decided that she wanted to do the same thing.

by the time she was eight years old, her grandparents taught her all they knew about singing and music—acting not only as parental figures, but also mentors; nurturing these interests as best they could. money was never abundant, so they couldn’t afford proper instruction for her, but they did their best with what they had, and it only made the three of them grow closer.

however, despite how happy her childhood seemed, mido often noticed how people looked at her. she’d recognize the sadness and hurt in the eyes of family members, and even some passersby in town, whenever she was around. no matter how many times she would ask what was wrong, no one would ever be honest with her. it didn’t stop there, though. inquisitive as ever, whenever she would inquire about a certain mystery woman that’s present in old photographs, she would also be rejected. that bothered her more than anything else because, even though she had no idea who she was, she bore a striking resemblance to her, and in some way, felt a connection with her that she couldn’t exactly explain back then. kept in the dark, she learned not to ask about her anymore... but the curiosity never fully dissipated.

II.

on the cusp of her entrance into middle school, her family was visited by a sullen-faced man. he wore disheveled clothing, had wild hair, and despite arriving in hopes of seeing mido, he wasn’t allowed to. she watched from the kitchen window as he spoke with her grandfather outside, and when he turned and happened to catch a glimpse of her observing them, he offered a smile—leaving a few gifts behind for her before walking away. after inspection from her grandparents, they were handed over to her, and in truth, the contents left her a bit gobsmacked. not only was a gorgeous ( and clearly well-loved ) six-string acoustic guitar sitting in its case, but there was a collection of cassette tapes, too. what she didn’t get to possess yet was a polaroid of a couple bathed in the neon lights of the city and a handwritten letter providing insight on what all of this meant. sadly, her family remained tightlipped in regards to all her queries despite her older age, and at that point, she was beginning to accept the mystery as merely that, and nothing else.

with fresh equipment and large sources of inspiration, she began to work hard at learning the ins and outs of her new instrument; opting to be her own instructor. it took her an entire summer of practice, but little-by-little, she was making improvements; pairing the strum of the strings with the silken voice her grandmother helped craft. much like her elders, music still alighted a deep passion inside of her, and she didn’t know it then, but it’s also something that moved both her mother and her father, too. however, the discovery of that didn’t come sweetly, nor did it occur in a manner that her guardians were anticipating. instead, it happened at school.

turns out, kids stop being kind as they get older, and the instant that she was transitioning from childhood to adolescence, there was a target imprinted onto her back; one that her peers loved to strike with petty judgments, lame rumors, and derogatory monikers. most commonly, they’d refer to her as a witch or a demon. she was the type of person that would twirl her way through campus sparking conversations with others in somewhat peculiar fashions—asking nonsensical questions, offering whimsical comments, and laughing at seemingly nothing. not only that, but around this time frame, she developed an interest in divination. she’d bring knapsacks full of crystals she’d collect, tarot cards she’d practice readings with, and it wasn’t unlike her to offer to read strangers’ palms for more experience. at first, she thought that may have been the only reason as to why she’s received such a negative reaction from them all of the sudden.

however, without anyone’s knowledge, a schoolmate’s mom ( one who the hwang family ) let it slip that mido’s mother suffered a mental break postpartum, and it sadly only took a couple of months before she ended her time in this dimension, in search of the next. when all of this got whispered around school, everyone was dumbly convinced that she was a cursed person, so they mocked and alienated her. friends had already been hard to come by due to her eccentric flare, but now, it was even worse. when word inevitably got around to her, she suffered her first ever heartbreak—one that began to mar the naïveté she’s forever possessed; one that was at the hands of her own household. maybe if she had been able to take the much-needed time to digest it she would’ve handled it better. she was stripped of that, and now, the biggest enigma in her life became her worst nightmare.

III.

the songs she wrote became sadder, and the loneliness she felt swallowed her whole. she felt betrayed and exposed; violated even. at once, she was facing all of the symptoms of grief head on, despite the fact that she doesn’t remember her mother at all. with everything broadcast, her family finally unveiled the truth, but it seemed like it was all coming too late. she spent all of her time in high school feeling so resentful towards them. it took her a long while to feel better, and music became her only distraction from the chaos. she poured herself into her craft; writing and creating a sloppy catalogue of tunes that she felt proud of. she didn’t have a great set up, nor access to a studio, but slowly, mido gained enough confidence to showcase her best material on soundcloud, and there, she was introduced to a brand new community of people that truly opened their arms to her. for the first time in years, she felt like she belonged somewhere.

with that said, she knew that she couldn’t stay living in gurye for much longer, and as soon as she was able to, she took up a part-time job to save money. she told her grandparents that she needed cash to buy a new set-up for better recording, but in truth, she needed it to fund her getaway plan. pals online had convinced her that running away to the city would benefit her in more ways than one, and being as easily-swayed as ever, she wholeheartedly agreed. it’s not like she had anything tethering her to her hometown anymore. those days had long passed.

a few weeks after her nineteenth birthday, she ensured her bank account was where it needed to be, and in the dead of night, she left—guitar strapped to her back, her luggage hauled over to the train station by hand, and the photo of her parents stowed away in her handbag. school wasn’t important enough for her to complete, she left a note behind for her grandparents, and started life as a starving artist—which she personally believed was a romantic concept in itself. according to her, all the best musicians were dirt poor and homeless before their careers took off. all this makes sense for her, though. being that her world has sort of turned into the mess it is now, mido’s become addicted to the melancholia; the blueness feeling safe and familiar.

IV.

sleeping in bathhouses, offering curbside tarot and palm readings, and busking on busy street corners was how she made things work. it was arduous, but she truly enjoyed learning about the lives of the people who utilized her services. the capital city offered a wide array of colorful personalities, their lives full to the brim with constant motion and modest confusion. she felt important in that they came to her for spiritual guidance. she’s always been able to sympathize with others easily—hell, sometimes even a little too much. then, in the midst of all this, she met an intriguing someone who took her under their wing; who introduced her to the wild nightlife and indie music scenes in places like hongdae and itaewon; who helped her out when she had nothing. not used to being so doted upon, mido dissolved into them; eliminating any boundaries effortlessly in a way that wasn’t helpful or healthy. for the remainder of her youth, they became her world, and allowed her to be wholly herself.

she became a wayward soul that did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. at twenty, she started to frequent the variegated bars and clubs in order to better infuse herself into the community she desperately wanted to be apart of. for the first time, she felt a sense of freedom that she didn’t have back in gurye; one that she wanted to explore fully. she accepted any drink or substance offered to her—indulging in the sweet highs and finding solace in the bitter lows; using the crashes as sources of inspiration to create melodies. becoming a musician was still the end goal, after all, even if it was harder for her to record given the circumstances. however, at age twenty-one, the tragic end of the most important relationship she had in seoul occurred, but this time, she wasn’t the victim of misfortune. instead, her capriciousness and her fierce need to be accepted led to her infidelity.

to her, saying yes is dramatically simpler than saying no, and when the vibe is right and all feels magical, she’s quick to give into temptation; unearthing layers of herself that she’s never seen before; sides that veer uglier than the others. when everything came crashing down, mido was beside herself. she caused all of these problems and had no on else to blame. she made her bed and now she has to lie in it, and it was harder because her lover’s friends had become her friends, and because of what happened, no one fucked with her anymore. it was like high school all over again, but this time, she deserved to be “targeted.” it’s like she missed the feeling of being alienated and made the choice to inflict it on herself again. deciding to take a step back, she accepted a job offer at a saju café to be a fortune teller. she spent the next few years writing, composing, and working; investing all her time and money into paying rent, buying equipment, and making improvements—both musically and personally.

V.

she became a ghost in seoul until the dawn of 2020. she remained quiet, focused on her music ( as that’s the sole reason she relocated to the city anyway ), and felt like things were slowly, but surely, falling into place. lots of changes had to be made in order for her to pick herself up from the cold ground, and it was hard for her not to fall into self-deprecative spirals, but she made it through somehow. of everything, her signature sound, sonically, is what experienced the most dramatic makeover. she bought a used synthesizer and upgraded her online software to give herself a more diversified edge, and the result is something that captures all the best parts of her. it’s dreamy, soft, and heartfelt; comprised of simplistic melodies and poetic lyrics. she’ll dabble in quirkiness once in awhile, but for the most part, it exudes a lightness; an easiness. that in mind, she decided to give herself a stage name, luce, the italian word for “light,” as she felt it matched her work in an honest way.

in the beginning, mido’s modest following was mostly found in cyberspace. those on instagram and soundcloud warmed up to her nicely, and though she wanted to try and book herself a few gigs, she was a little nervous given her past in hongdae. she had no idea who was still around, and above all, she didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable—including herself. she laid low and did her own thing for awhile, and in doing so, amassed 35k followers on social media. it’s something she’s still proud of to this day, especially since she considered herself a nobody and still does. however, in the spring of 2021, she released her first mixtape—one chronicling her life since arriving in seoul. with a whopping eighteen self-produced, self-written tracks, it created buzz in the indie scene; lauded for its honesty and intimacy, as well as its vintage pop concept. the ripples were enough to almost force her into performing live, and when she eventually did, she was terrified, and still is even now, but she’s adamant on swallowing her anxieties and reaching her goals; no matter what.

bit-by-bit, she’s getting back into the swing of things, and while it feels like life is finally giving her some wins, all of them may end up slipping through her fingers. being back in the clubs feels like home in a way, and like before, she’s tempted to say fuck it and give into her vices—the work she put into herself at risk of vanishing even though she’s only just getting started. mido still doesn’t know what she wants to do, but one thing’s for sure: drugs, sex, and alcohol are all around her, and being that she’s never been the type of person to say no to simple pleasures, things aren’t looking very promising.

[36verena]

Come caratteristica speciale per Tano (단오), il Ministero degli Affari Esteri ha riprodotto tre erbe medicinali coreane (Kukija (구기자), Sansuyu (산수유), Omija (오미자)) che fanno bene alla salute. È stato principalmente tratto da 《Tongipogam (동의보감)》 di Heo Jun (허준), quindi spero che tu possa farvi riferimento. -A Roma-

Le bacche di Goji sono di natura fredda, di sapore amaro e non tossiche. Rinforza i tendini e le ossa, ringiovanisce la carnagione del viso, scurisce i capelli bianchi e illumina gli occhi. (Kukija)

Protegge l'essenza e aiuta gli dei riscaldando la vita e le ginocchia. Cura minzione frequente, mal di testa, naso chiuso e sordità. (Sansuyu)

Schisandra mostra che il corpo è molto magro, illumina gli occhi, aumenta la resistenza e i sintomi di sete o febbre... (omesso) … Tratta la tosse e la mancanza di respiro. (Omija)