✦———— the name is yoo youngae and I'm ninteteen years old and counting. born and raised in yangwon and am currently living in my family's ranch alongside a bunch of cows. i'm officially a delivery girl but do a lot of things around the farm. i'll do my best to continue with the cheesy business. to win me over you only need a conch shell.
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**+ patience
@ywsanghyun
literally, what’s going on? she really needs someone to explain it to her.
youngae has been sitting beside this hole on the ice for like, at least, two minutes. and other people are enjoying themselves? this feels like an awful prank. of course, she knows what ice fishing entails, but nowhere in her mind did she think it’d be this awfully boring.
she taps the fishing rod with her foot, hoping that’d make it do its magic. how did the fish not freeze down there? that makes no sense at all! youngae drops down from her seat—which is rather comfortable, she must admit—and kneels down in front of her very own personal hole. why doesn’t the ice around it crack too? open up and swallow her whole? but she’s stronger than that. such thoughts won’t scare her away.
and there she is, staring into the freezing abyss that is a nearly frozen lake. just one moment to lose your balance and that’d be your end. but youngae really drops her face down there, hoping to be close enough to spy any passing fish.
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**+ challenge
@ywyuchen
there’s just something about competition that makes her blood boil. it’s probably the adrenaline.
“yes!” she screams rather loudly once she reaches the end of the hill before some random child. youngae has been eyeing him while they got prepared to slide and, in her head, the girl saw it as a challenge, but the kid most likely had no idea what had just happened. she throws a fist up in the air in commemoration and waits a moment to catch her breath. one thing is to win, the other is to make your way up the hill all over again.
so she pulls the sled up, eyes focused on the white snow below her to give her any form of strength. her siblings are somewhere around there as well, but youngae already got tired of beating them every year—she needs something else.
she reaches the top, once again victorious, and looks up. between huffs and puffs, her eyes distinguish an image on top of this awfully bright hill. she stares him down. “what are you looking at?”
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**+ event plots!
bianca is back with event plots!! this time to hopefully write them in time! feel free to reply to this post with one of the titles and i’ll write a starter for us!! sorry for sucking at ims but... please accept my efforts!!!!!!!!!!! i love you all let’s get this ice business going.
SKATE ˡ You’re in line for the skates rentals. This is taking much longer than it normally would. Tourists, right? She’s thankful for people appreciating her town, but, in the name of the goddess, it’s not that hard to just move.
COLLISION ˡ This time it wasn’t her fault, she swears. You totally got in her way in the middle of the lake and now you’re both on the ground—or, well, the ice. Thankfully no blades got anywhere, but you two are certainly hurt.
AMATEUR ˡ She’s certainly not taking part in this ice skating competition. To win a gift voucher for JojaMart? She’d rather be found dead. She’s still watching it, though, for the sake of it. Expect some complaining.
PATIENCE ˡ That’s exactly what she lacks. What’s so fun about fishing? She sits staring at her hole in the ice and that’s mostly it. She still expects to catch the biggest fish yet. Not that she’s caught anything at all so far...
SLED ˡ You think this is a sport for kids? Protect your younger siblings because Youngae is not afraid to push them out of the way if that means getting a good spot to slide. You find her staring a crying child with judging eyes. What a baby...
CHALLENGE ˡ Want to race? Youngae is awfully competitive, but that doesn’t stop you from challenging her. Sure, she’ll take you for it. She says not to expect to win.
DRIZZLED ˡ Rumor has it they warn about brainfreezes because of Youngae who is probably a record holder of those. She promises she’s getting better at not getting those, but her patience lacks even in eating. Expect a brainfreeze.
SCULPTURE ˡ There is no way she’s signing up for that competition. Youngae knows her skills and she only boasts about around ten she doesn’t have... or a few more than that. Sculpting in front of all these people, though? She can’t fake that. But it’s funny to point out those that got destroyed overnight.
#( i'm not cutting this post i'll win you over with peer pressure!! )#( from a long post )#( pls take )
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“Let’s go ice skating. It’ll be fun!”
✦———— WINTER MEME ++
it’s been cold for a while now and, as a delivery person herself, youngae knew exactly how that impacted business. it didn’t impact her clients, but it certainly impacted her way of getting anywhere. most days her parents didn’t let her go out with her bike due to the risk of her falling off. still, that didn’t seem to stop the chances of her slipping while walking places, which is exactly what the girl’s forced to do.
“don’t you agree?” she asks the one beside her. if anyone could understand her feelings, that’d be another delivery friend. the extreme heat of summer could still be very terrible—especially when you accounted for sunburns—but the cold is certainly worse. “the floor is as slippery as ice! i’ve fallen many times- i mean, i haven’t. but i nearly did!” she had, of course, fallen many, many times. that’s not of anyone’s business, however. the girl preferred to keep a more mature image of herself as someone who didn’t easily slip because of some bad weather.
“let’s go ice skating,” jihyun steps in. “it’ll be fun.” she looks over at him, surprised at his suggestion. instead of slipping and falling on the streets, they could purposely do it in a more appropriate place—not that she’d ever fall while skating. “we could do that.” youngae starts to open a smile. “it’ll be fun.”
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he’s pacing around calmly in attempts to not look overly eager to see her. he knew damn well he was looking forward to seeing her but letting it be known that he was was a little too opportunistic for him. it came off desperate. daehyun didn’t want to come off desperate. dabin would think he’s a loser.
( she already thinks that enough with everything else about him. she doesn’t need more reason to. )
that being said, he is very careful with how he moves in the throng of people just holding out their platters on one hand as though they didn’t care for their food that much in the first place. daehyun thought two things: 1. what a waste of good food 2. they better not spill anything on him. after being able to avoid the people with too much disregard for their meal, daehyun figured he was in the clear.
he twirls around a laughing uncle who lets his shrimp and marinara slip a bit. a drop of marinara catches the toe of his shoe but he’s otherwise out of the clear. he’s panting by the time the crowd breaks and he’s in a bit of a clearing. a little sweaty but nothing major. it felt like the god damn olympics back there trying to avoid all the people being way too careless. daehyun wouldn’t have paid as much attention if he wasn’t looking forward to seeing dabin but he refuses to focus on that fact for now.
daehyun feels like there was enough people away from the tables enough for him to probably get his own food (and not spill it on himself!) so he makes his way there. he’s almost there until something bumps into him. an apology is ready on the tip of his tongue until he feels the cold liquid seeping into his shirt and coating his stomach. it even drenches the top part of his boxers and pants. thankfully it’s barely seen because his lower half is clad in black. he couldn’t say the same for his shirt, which now looks liked someone attempted to do a dip-dye on the lower corner of his shirt and gave up halfway.
“oh my god,” he breathed out in disbelief. he was being so careful. how could this happen? he looked up at youngae and immediately he understood just how this mishap could have occurred. “youngae….” he said tiredly. he wasn’t even sure what to say. he wanted to leave immediately. maybe cry a bit too. “i can’t see her now! i don’t even have time to go home and change.”
it suddenly feels like slow motion. these things usually only happen at movies, so youngae watches the drink fall out of her possession until it’s a bit too late. what’s left on her glass is barely enough to tell a story.
daehyun looks a million times more surprised which she can guess just by looking at him. she’d be, too, if someone decided to ruin one of her favorite coats. the words he mutters makes her feel even worse, and she knows exactly what he means. “don’t worry, daehyun! this can be salvaged!” the girl settles her nearly-empty glass on a vacant table nearby and then starts taking as many napkins as she can. “her wrath won’t be wasted on such a foolish mistake!”
she dabs the napkins on his chest furiously, as if her life depends on it. and maybe it does now that he’s mentioned her. “the Goddess is more merciful than you think! she’s seen my mistake and won’t blame you for it. i’m terribly sorry!” the tips of her fingers quickly get wet, the few layers of napkins clearly not doing the job of containing the liquid by themselves. her worried look just as quickly turns into something more serious, angry. it’s a part towards herself, but some also towards these damn-
“let’s get more napkins!” she says with certainty. she’ll be able to make things right. she’s sure of it.
✘it’ll come out ✘
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PERSONALLY, dabin likes to call the yearly feast of the winter star a time where she can sit back and placidly watch who in the village will provide her meals for the rest of that evening. ( she isn’t a bad cook ㅡ she swears she isn’t, but some of the dishes she’s seen is a far cry from her kimchi bibimbap that’s made with a recipe and a handful of spices thrown in for luck. mostly. and she’s really not that lucky. ) and maybe her questionable ability as a chef is what allows her curiosity to be piqued almost immediately when she sees the cheesecake sitting on the table, her twinge of jealousy patted down by her innate ability to appreciate what’s pretty.
half of her wonders whether she’d be forgiven for taking the entire thing home and eating it by herself in front of her television ㅡ the other, thankfully rational half, tells herself that it probably wouldn’t leave the best impression on whoever was watching her. ( mrs. lee from number 401 was fixing her with a disappointed look, like she was already reading dabin’s mind. ) so it’s with a dramatic sigh that she turns to the person next to her, murmuring low. “d’you think it’d be socially acceptable for me to wait until nobody’s looking, then borrow that cheesecake?”
she remembers growing up with her mother’s cooking. it was always delicious. there was never a day the young girl was left disappointed. as the older child in the house, youngae started learning the secrets once she could. being in charge of slicing some vegetables was one thing, but actually getting your hands on a full meal was something completely different, and that, even after all this time, she didn’t feel very confident in doing.
on the other hand, there are things she knows that her mother doesn’t. when the inn announced their plans for the feast, youngae already knew she didn’t want to do anything her mother would. in the past years, the woman was in charge of everything. now, she’s the one who wants to prove to the world that she’s grown; that she’s a capable woman and no longer a silly child.
youngae watches the table attentively. the sweets would be taken last, most likely, and even she had her eyes on some of the main courses or snackables. her tongue reminded her of the last thing she ate, and what could fit going in next. when someone turns to her, she frowns. her train of thought was cut midway.
“oh?” could she be talking about the same meal she had brought? her expression settles down, and the corner of her lips turn up slightly. “the cheesecake? you mean you’d like to steal it?”
umpah umpah.
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meme #1 (winter)
Hello farmers! The admod team wanted to throw a meme onto the dash to encourage interactions. Feel free to reblog if you would like to participate, and remember to practice good karma: send to as many people as you can if you want to receive some in return!
“How are you out here without a coat? You’re going to get sick.”
“SNOW BALL FIGHT!!”
“Do you want something hot to drink?
“How am I supposed to get home when the snow is up passed my knees?”
“Don’t touch my snowman!”
“You complain about the cold, but once summer comes you’ll complain about the heat.”
“I’m building a snow fort, wanna help?”
“I know it’s cold out, but do you really need to make the house a sauna?”
“Let’s go ice skating. It’ll be fun!”
“Are you sure the pond is frozen?”
“You’re cold as ice! How long have you been out there?”
“Give me your hands, I’ll warm them up.”
“They’re saying to stay indoors until it passes.”
“Calm down, we won’t need to burn books to keep warm.”
“I suppose the blizzard isn’t so bad if it means cuddling.”
“Oh god, Being snowed in with you sounds worse than freezing.”
“Here, use my scarf/gloves/hat.”
“Stuck? Let me help.”
“Oh no, you’re not dragging me out there.”
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**+ cake
@ywsungjae
there’s just something about it. don’t blame a person for their taste.
between going for the gorgeously decored cakes at the local bakery, youngae can’t help but salivate when she walks past the simple ones at the general store. she gets what her parents asked from her on her basket as the items of most importance. as thanks for coming and helping, the girl gets to choose something for herself.
it’s a bit heavy to carry now that everything is in it, but she’s a strong girl. she stops at the end of the aisle and stares down at her basket. her attention shifts between the list on her hand, and the items she had already gathered. everything seemed to have made it in. youngae smile to herself and looks up, sight focused on her prize.
the girl starts walking, but before she can get where she wants, someone else gets on the way. his hand reaches for the last carrot cake, and her smile quickly turns into a frown. she stares up at the boy, and unconsciously mutters: “do you want to die?’
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**+ snowshoe
@ywhaeil
ever since the blizzard struck (and ruined everyone’s plans for the new year’s festival), it had been hard making deliveries. while it has certainly calmed down from the past strong winds, snow still falls and the ground is covered in it. due to safety reasons and much to youngae’s misery, she had lost her cycling rights for the time being. apparently, she could slip at any point and it is far too dangerous.
she takes a ride from her house to the plaza with the horse and carriage that usually takes their products to sell. they probably won’t stay open for long today since working times are always flexible, but the girl could still make her deliveries once she’s there.
while her boots are much help, the ground is as tricky as it’s ever been. youngae tries to watch herself not to accidentally slip without a bicycle, but it’d be a lie to say she hadn’t fallen at least once throughout the day. “thank you for your purchase!” she takes the money from her last duty, stuffing it inside her bag, and then leaves. the lack of proper mobility takes away any free time she could have had and, instead, the girl sadly marches towards the center of the city so she can take the route back home—this time without a ride to make things easier.
she walks by the town slowly, trying to be careful, but her nature tells her to hurry up. a few steps forward, and youngae slips. “ah ihss-” before she can curse, the girl holds her own mouth with her gloved hand. hopefully know had heard—or saw—that.
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**+ 음매.
@ywyein
it’s cold, as expected. youngae still tied her hair perfectly up, no strands falling off. she sits, shivering, on the steps right out of the front door. her hands hold onto her opposite arms in an attempt to help her current situation. the grey wool sweater seems to barely make a difference. if only her partner for the day could arrive any sooner.
youngae had left early, of course, and she could have just waited inside. it wouldn’t be her if she didn’t try to make a point. maybe yein should have thought of arriving a little earlier considering everything. this is a working business, after all.
“yah, yein!” she spots her friend not so far away now, and immediately stands up. “couldn’t you have gotten here a bit quicker?” it’s still very early in the morning—especially considering it’s winter. but in a ranch things work like this. youngae picks up the metal bucket beside her and raises it in the air, everything that’s inside moving and clanking against the walls. “take it! quick!”
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(191227) arin — come to me special stage
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when she first received the name of her secret santa recipient, lea had numerous doubts. for one, she had only a vague idea who yoo youngae was and it took her a good while and a lot of asking until someone pointed to the right person. and once lea found her, there was the problem of the gift. sure there were times in the past where she offered gifts to her friends but she’s never properly participated in a secret santa exchange before and the fact that the girls weren’t necessarily close induced in her a special sort of panic.
but she’s managed to work through it and now she holds the gift in her hands, ready to be delivered to the girl in person at the feast of the winter star. it is a small, thick rectangle shaped package wrapped in brown wrapping paper on which lea has drawn snowflake patterns. when youngae will open it she will find a framed painting of yangwon’s landscape in winter and seen from a distance. tucked behind the string used to hold the packaging in check, there is a white piece of paper on which with her poor replica of calligraphy, lea wrote:
this is not much but i hope you like it!
happy holidays.
x lea
youngae had already gone through the trouble of delivering her own secret gifts early. now, she enjoys the party freely, without having to worry about finding a specific someone in the crowd. when someone else works on finding her, she’s surprised by the gift. “oh, thank you very much!” the goddess, ever so merciful, had blessed her with a giver who wasn’t connected to those blue evil-doers. her eyes are too expectant to realize the details on the wrapping. she rips most of it apart to reveal what’s inside. it takes her a second to understand, but once she does, her eyes light up. there’s nothing she likes more than yangwon. “i love it...”
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**+ shiver
@yweunki
she should have been a bit more attentive back then and tried not to ruin someone’s night as soon as it started. the past was in the past, of course, but the present felt just a tiny bit worse on her side of the story.
after spilling half a cup worth of grape juice on son daehyun’s white shirt (on accident), youngae politely offered her special winter coat to cover it all up. it was all out of a good heart, but now the girl can’t help but curse at her past self. the feast carried on until later into the night and, as the name suggested it, it was winter. the darker it was outside, the colder it’d get.
from walking around and interacting, the girl held onto her own arms in one of the corners of the room by herself. the long sleeves of her own white shirt weren’t strong enough to concede her the necessary heat so she had to make some herself. youngae entered a loop of rubbing her palms against her arms and then making a quick break to breathe into her hands. whoever stopped to talk to her had the subjects of being cold completely dismissed. she’s more than fine now, there’s no need to worry about her nails slowly turning purple-ish.
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**+ secret
@ywmin
she’s a bit pissed, and she had to say it—or, well, she isn’t going to say it, but she’s pissed!
youngae is all about the festivals and has always been but with the arrival of a certain company, everything she adored slowly started crumbling down. the planting festival was something not to be commented about. at least the feast was being organized by the inn, but that didn’t stop certain people from joining them.
she taps her gift at a fast pace, walking about just as fast. she wanted to deliver it before the party started, and then not have to worry about it ever again. her expression only turns bright when someone passes by her and youngae bows forward in greeting. the town grandmas are a joy to see, but the place she’s heading to not so much.
“hey, min!” she greets the boy as she passes by him. it’s only a quick bow with the head, and then back to quick feet. her bright smile quickly turns into her pissed expression. the box in her hands still looks as joyful as anything clearly wrapped up for the feast. she has places to be in and there’s no time to speak with friends.
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he was a little ashamed to admit that he had spent way too much time getting ready.
he had dressed up in a freshly pressed button up and some nice black pants. he wanted to look good. dabin was going to be there after all. he was a little nervous to be wearing white at a feast but white looks good on him. he felt like he looked a little more toned than normal in the outfit.
(maybe he was hyping himself up so he didn’t chicken out and avoid her the entire night.)
he was incredibly careful upon arrival. he brought kimchi jjigae that he had made himself. it’s a recipe that his grandmother learned from her grandmother. all the sons knew this recipe and it was daehyun’s comfort food whenever he was feeling a bit sick. he knew it would be a hit at the feast and he was really careful not to let the pot get any close to his body. he was not going to stain this white shirt so soon into the feast.
once the pot was safely placed on the table, he hung his coat up. now to look cool and casual. he figured he’d scope out the place first. maybe even get a plate of food while he finds the optimal place to sit. he wanted to look good. the winter star feast will be the moment for him and dabin.
nothing can ruin this moment.
she was thankful that the weather hadn’t decided to turn into an insufferable winter from day to night. the feast of the winter star always happened as soon as the season started, after all, and there were those years that got worse than one could hope for.
youngae manages to wear one of her preferred jean skirts while the most important piece sits on her shoulders. she calls it her special winter coat and started to wear it since the year she got it. this time she doesn’t go with anything too heavy underneath, trusting that this should be enough to keep her warm (against her mother’s warning words).
once her own dish is placed on its assigned table—a cheesecake she had made herself—the girl looks around for any form of entertainment at such an early point of the party. there were still people to arrive, and her siblings had already run off to deal with their own affairs. so she treats herself to some juice to keep her throat clear. it’s grape, of course, to give the kids the chance to pretend they were drinking wine. it was always a running joke between the youngest.
the girl only gets the chance to sip it once. it tastes good, or at least it did. youngae scans around the room in search of the more familiar faces and then starts pacing around. of course, the older townsfolk would be the first to arrive. she takes a few steps forward before turning around, nearly bumping into one of the local grandmas. “oh, i’m sorry!” and with this she takes a step back, turning around again to meet someone else. there’s only time for her lips to form an ‘o’ while her hand turns to one side only slightly more than it should. she’s quick to raise her own elbow, though, and avoid that the drink spills on herself. “oh my goddess!”
she stares at the other’s previously white shirt, and then up to daehyun’s face. “i’m really truly sorry!”
✘it’ll come out ✘
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**+ winter plots!
i know i do owe more im replies than i should, but here are some plots that’d take place during the feast of the winter star. they’re meant to be easy to grab, and even if we’re plotting right now, feel free to choose one from the ones below (you can reply to this post with the plot name) and i’ll write us a starter free of charge!
SECRET ˡ most people there arrived with a gift for the secret exchange. you’ve been bothering her since you spotted the box she was carrying but no, in the name of the goddess, she will not tell you whose name she got!!!
FORGOTTEN ˡ looks like you forgot, somehow, that the idea behind a potluck was to bring a dish to the party. you approach youngae with a threatening knife and asks for a piece of her cheesecake but she refuses to slice her dessert before the time.
TERRIBLE ˡ you lead youngae to where the dish you brought is sitting and enthusiastically ask her to take a bite. she does so just as excitedly, but soon enough her facial expression changes to something of terror. “it’s terrible!” she says without thinking beforehand, but now it’s a bit too late.
HEAVEN ˡ whatever you brought to potluck is straight-up heaven and youngae has been following you around for a few minutes now begging you to lend her the recipe. what’s your secret?
CHEESE ˡ so you think you can just come around and take the last cheese ball? do you know how much these things mean to youngae? are you playing games? do you want to die?
DESTROYED ˡ it doesn’t even look that bad, but youngae feels awful about it. she had simply bumped on you, which made you drop your gift, and now there’s a small dent on one of the corners. she tells you that the two of you can fix this such small detail it in time and she’ll think of something before you can convince her everything is fine.
SHIVER ˡ due to a small incident earlier in the party, youngae lost her coat to someone else. at the time it wasn’t a big deal, but the later it gets the more it feels like winter. you find her shivering but she promises you she is quite alright.
SNOWSHOE ˡ it’s way past bedtime and youngae decides to hurry on home. by now, though, the road has gotten a bit tricky. she nearly slipped (you say she did, but she refutes) and it’s too dark to see where it’s safe to step or not. you either live nearby and lets her borrow some proper snowshoes or it’s time to improvise.
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