#🍁 / Hunter

[pillow-anime-talk]

why not me?

synopsis: It was fun at first. But then you felt overwhelmed with the fact that your partner in no way reacts to the words of fans about shipping them with another idol.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; drama; kinda angst; also fluff at end; insecurity; crying!reader; human!sajas; shipping idols; reader as normal person; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. jinu, mira, romance, zoey {kpdh}

— ZOEY (ft. Mystery)

You stared down at your phone, the pale glow of the screen painting your tired face as you scrolled through social media. You had opened TikTok with the innocent intention of finding a recipe – pistachio cream croissants, something warm and sweet to distract you. But as always, somewhere between one video and the next, you ended up with your head tucked against your knees, a quiet sniffle betraying the ache you tried to swallow. The soft, cheerful voice in the background kept looping, spilling through the speaker like salt in a wound – Zoey, radiant even in a grainy clip from what was probably a fan meeting or live interview:

‘... Yes, I really like Mystery! He’s totally my type!’

Your fingers trembled slightly as you locked the phone, silencing the sound with a small, defeated sigh. Anger prickled at yourself – at how childish it felt to let jealousy curl its claws around your ribs. But the longer the weeks bled into months, the more that ugly little thought lodged itself in your heart: maybe this relationship wasn’t built to last. Maybe an idol and an ordinary person could never truly fit together... You: a student juggling half-shifts in a flower shop, a person in love with mismatched mugs and classic novels. And Zoey: adored by millions, always on the move, always clutching her colorful notebook, always on stage under the endless lights. Your worlds were galaxies apart. Was it really so strange that she gravitated toward someone who understood that life better than you ever could?

You’d never felt jealousy toward Mira or Rumi. You’d met them, after all – they were warm, kind, genuinely supportive of what you and Zoey shared. You’d even conspired with them in secret for surprise parties and exchanged quiet words of encouragement before their comebacks and concerts. But this man – the one hidden behind stage curtains, the one Zoey spoke about with a softness you didn’t recognize – he was different. The way her voice changed when she mentioned him, the way fans behaved online, the way they moved together on stage, sharing smiles and small touches. All you could do was stand on the sidelines and watch as something inside you began to unravel.

At some point, without meaning to, you cried yourself into a fragile sleep, the tear-stains on your cheeks drying in the dim light. You didn’t hear the call that came through. You didn’t hear the knock on the door. You didn’t even hear when someone stepped quietly into your apartment.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

Your nap was short, barely an hour, but when you woke, the air was different. It was soft and warm, carrying the familiar scent of your favorite spices and the faint floral notes of fresh-cut stems. Still groggy, you padded toward the kitchen and froze. There, standing in front of the oven, sleeves rolled to her elbows, was Zoey. Your Zoey.

The moment her eyes found yours, her entire face lit up with that smile – the one that felt like sunlight, the one you’d fallen in love with. But tonight, you couldn’t return it. The ghost of that TikTok clip still clung to your chest like a bruise.

“Y/N… Are you okay?” Her voice dipped gentle, laced with concern. You managed a shaky ‘Yeah’, blaming school and work for your bad day. But the lie was paper-thin, and in the next breath, it ripped open entirely. The words tumbled out, broken and wet with tears: that maybe this was pointless, that maybe for both your sakes, you should end it. For a heartbeat, she just stared, like her mind couldn’t process the syllables. Then, as if struck, she abandoned everything on the counter and rushed to you, hands reaching, eyes wide with panic. “Y/N, what are you saying? Why would you even think that?”

You tried to explain through the sobs, wiping your cheeks with trembling fingers as you poured out every secret you’d buried for a year: every interview where she called Mystery ‘her type’, every stage where they moved together in sync, every laugh, every shared glance. Each word felt like ripping open a wound you’d kept stitched too long. You couldn’t even meet her eyes. And for the first time in a long time, Zoey felt like she had failed – not her fans, not her band or manager, not even herself, but you. The only person who truly mattered. She didn’t interrupt once, didn’t try to soothe you with hurried words. She listened, really listened, letting your pain pour into the quiet space between you both. And with every word, she felt it – the sharp edge of how much you loved her, how much it hurt.

By the time you whispered an apology – for the tears, for the jealousy, for being ‘too much’ – and her own cheeks were wet.

“…No, baby. I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” Her voice cracked, fragile and raw. “All of this – this pain – you shouldn’t have carried it alone. I swear to you, Y/N, I’ll never let you feel this way again. Please… Please give me another chance.”

That night, you talked until words blurred into drowsy silences. You fell asleep curled together on the couch, the scent of unbaked cookies lingering in the kitchen.

By morning, the dough still sat untouched. And later, when you finally baked it into cookies, Zoey caught you mid-laugh, your back turned as you decorated the cooling pastries. She snapped a picture quietly, her heart swelling, and that evening, the photo appeared on her social media with a single caption written in soft, certain accent: “Mine ♡.”

— JINU (ft. Rumi)

Jinu and Rumi were in the middle of filming a song, more specifically, the music video for their finished track named Free. And honestly, it felt like the harshest punch you’d taken in weeks – the kind that hits you right in the chest and leaves you gasping. You knew Jinu was close with the leader of HUNTR/X. You knew they spent long hours together, saw how natural their connection was – something between siblings and best friends. You told yourself it was just that. But sometimes, in the quietest corners of your heart, you felt their bond stretched into something more than two idols recording a song.

He still talked to you. He still loved you – or at least, you wanted to believe that. But lately, every conversation seemed to orbit her name. Her song. Her rehearsals. Their performances. Their memories. Sometimes it felt like your boyfriend only came over to eat, crash on your couch, and tell you what Rumi had done that week. Piece by piece, there was less you and him in your relationship and more… her.

You told yourself you’d be strong enough to sit through the shoot. That you could handle it. But the moment you stepped into the dimly lit studio, you knew you were wrong. The song was a love ballad, the kind that wraps its fingers around your ribs and squeezes. Raw emotion, delicate trust, that aching kind of closeness – it was all woven into every lyric. And of course, the music video had to reflect that.

“Closer, you two! Don’t be shy!”

“Jinu, look her in the eyes! Stop being so stiff!”

“Rumi, I need love in your gaze... I can’t feel it yet!”

“For God’s sake, stop acting like kindergarteners and give me some emotion!”

Every command was a chisel against your ribs, carving out something you didn’t want to name. And then the director gave the last blow: the kiss. Jinu refused. Immediately. You saw the tension in his shoulders, the way he shook his head. But it didn’t matter. The damage had been done. It felt like a thousand pins driving straight through your heart. You slipped out of the studio unnoticed, sinking onto a worn couch in the hallway beside a vending machine that hummed too loud in the silence. You buried your face in your hands, tried to breathe through the burn in your throat. But the tears came anyway, hot and humiliating, painting your cheeks red.

At some point a weight settled on your shoulder. Your head jerked up to find Jinu crouched beside you, his warm eyes immediately clouded with worry at the sight of your face.

“Y/N? Hey… Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” What could you even tell him? That his friendship felt like a blade at your throat? That you were losing him, piece by piece, to someone who wasn’t even trying to take him away? That you didn’t know if there was still room for you in his life? He sat beside you without waiting for an answer, gently pulling you into his arms. “…Please don’t cry.” His voice was soft, breaking slightly. “When we finish filming, I’ll take you out for bubble tea, okay?”

“… Jinu, this isn’t just about the filming...” Your words came out in a whisper. His brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. “I-it is all about those late-night c-calls. The endless messages. T-The video chats. J-Jinu… You even have Rumi’s favorite t-tea flavors saved in your phone…” Your voice cracked, each word quieter, more fragile than the last. His expression shifted slowly – softening, paling – until it finally hit him. The fear. The doubt. The way your love had been quietly bleeding out for weeks while he wasn’t looking. His arms tightened around you as the first apologies slipped out in a trembling rush.

“Y/N… It’s not like that. You know you’re the one I love most.”

“…I don’t know anymore, Jinu.” You shook your head, barely. And that hurt him worse than any shouted accusation ever could. Because you were right. Somewhere in the whirlwind of rehearsals and friendship, he’d lost sight of you. It wasn’t Rumi who cooked for him when he came home exhausted. It wasn’t Rumi who stayed up late just to hold him when his shoulders sagged under the weight of everything. It wasn’t Rumi who had been there every time he fell apart quietly in the dark. It was you. Always you. The realization hit him like cold water.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I swear to you, Rumi’s like a sister to me, nothing more. You’re first. Always first.” His voice was steady, but you could hear the panic threading through every syllable. You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to. But the ache was still there and it would take more than promises to wash it away.

He kept talking – pleading softly, explaining how often he talked about you to Rumi, how sometimes she rolled her eyes because she was tired of hearing your name. How she was the one who helped him pick out gifts, the one who took the photos he sent you from backstage. There was no lie in his tone. Only fear. Only love.

“... Maybe we could go get some ice cream?” His voice was small when he said it after a long pause. You blinked at him through wet lashes.

“What about your music video?”

“This can wait. You can’t.” He wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, noticed the chill in your skin and without hesitation, slid off his black zip-up hoodie to wrap you in its warmth. “I’m sorry, my love. Really sorry. Will you be able to forgive me for this?” He whispered again as he offered you his hand. You took it slowly, your fingers curling around his.

“… J-Just promise me this won’t happen again.” And for once, there wasn’t even a heartbeat of hesitation in his answer.

“Never again, baby. The only time I’ll make your eyes water from now on is when I make you laugh so hard you can’t breathe.”

— MIRA (ft. Abby)

It all began with that one, cursed fansign. At first, you laughed it off, teasing your girlfriend because you knew exactly how much she hated all that ‘idol shipping’ nonsense. She had a partner already – she didn’t need strangers pairing her up with someone else. Your relationship wasn’t a secret to the world, but far more people seemed to cheer for Mira and Abby than for Mira and you.

And while in the beginning it had been genuinely funny – as already mentioned – with every passing week the jokes dug deeper under your skin. Fans fueling the ‘ship’, managers not helping the situation, their friends playing along… even Mira herself leaning into it. You knew your relationship with her was strong, but a quiet, heavy fear had begun to bloom in the back of your mind. It cracked open the day Abby asked her to help him practice his dance routines.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

Mira kissed you goodbye and darted off to yet another dance rehearsal that week. The soft click of the door turning into a loud slam in your chest. A sigh escaped you, long and heavy, and for the first time in so long you didn’t fight the wave breaking inside. It started small – a shaky breath, a wet sniff. Then a few stray tears rolled down. And finally, you slid to the floor, your quiet sobs dissolving into the stillness of the room – careful, even though there was no one around to hear you. You sat like that for what felt like hours until the sound of the door opening again made you jolt upright. Your legs stumbled over the edge of the rug as you scrambled to stand.

There she was, framed in the doorway.

“…Y/N, are you okay? Do you feel sick?” Her voice carried worry and her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on your blotchy face, your trembling hands. For a split second, she thought you might faint, that you were about to crumple to the floor. But then she saw it – it wasn’t low blood pressure or skipped meals. It was something deeper. Something that had made you cry. “Y/N… Hey, can you hear me?” Her training bag hit the floor with a soft thud as she reached for you, both her hands settling gently but firmly on your shoulders.

“I’m fine. You can… You can go to practice.” Your voice cracked, raw and hoarse from the tears, hiccups tripping over your words. You forced a smile, brittle and wavering, before you stepped back – away from her arms, away from Mira herself. “Abby’s waiting.” The words came out as barely a whisper as you brushed past her and headed for the kitchen to pour yourself some water.

“No. I want to know what happened. Please, tell me.” Her voice trembled now too, though not out of anger – there was none of that in her. It was laced with care, with worry so pure it almost hurt. She had never seen you like this; not even when you cried at tragic dramas, not when your favorite character died, not even when you had to say ‘Goodbye’ to the little otter at the zoo who had eaten fish straight from your hand. This was different. A different shade of sadness, grief.

“…It’s really fine, Mira. Just… go to practice.” The words were soft, fading into the space between you. You didn’t even look at her. That was the thing – the lack of eye contact. Something inside her clenched. In a single step, she closed the gap and wrapped her arms around you from behind. You let her. You let yourself melt into her warmth. And then, just like that, the tears came again – helpless and small, like a child’s.

“Please… Let’s talk. I’m really worried…” Her tone was gentle, tender, filled with nothing but love and the desperate need to understand. And you broke. Still pressed against her, you let it all spill – the quiet fear eating at you, the worry about what you two were becoming, the way Abby had been filling a space you thought belonged to you. How heavy the past few weeks had been. How much you loved her. How much you were terrified of losing what the two of you had built over the last two years.

She understood immediately. Her breath steadied, her arms tightened around you and then a calmness washed through her body, through yours.

“Y/N… I’m so sorry. I never wanted it to look like that. But you really don’t have to worry. Abby doesn’t like me like that. He… Actually likes boys.” A soft, breathy laugh escaped her. “He’s literally like a buddy to me.” Heat bloomed in your cheeks. You felt the tension bleed out of your fingertips, out of your ears, your hands, your legs – out of every corner of your body. You turned in her arms to face her, Mira still chuckling under her breath. “Hm… Do you maybe want to come to our practice? I feel kind of bad that I never asked before… Abby and I have been training together for almost a month now…” Her words were hesitant, hopeful. You nodded, and a tiny smile finally curved at the edges of your lips. Well… at least everything was finally out in the open.

Mira promised she would ease off on feeding the whole ‘ship’ with Abby, though now that you knew the truth, it somehow didn’t seem to sting quite as much anymore.

— ROMANCE (ft. Mira)

You couldn’t focus on the project no matter how hard you tried – your hands and your mind simply refused to cooperate, and every thought kept sliding back to your boyfriend, who was laughing and talking with his friend over the phone. Though, was a word ‘friend’ even the right word anymore? In the past few days Romance had been calling Mira more and more, filling his texts with inside jokes and late–night chatter – about food and clothes, about cosmetics and trips abroad, even about jewelry and lingerie. You started to feel like the proverbial fifth wheel whenever you slipped into their conversations, and what was worse – he had stopped asking you for advice and turned to her instead.

If it had been anyone else, maybe you wouldn’t feel that sharp twinge of sadness every time her name lit up his screen. But it was her – the one people shipped him with, the one fans whispered about in comments, the one everyone seemed to secretly root for. He spoke about her constantly, praised her like she hung the stars, urged you to come with him to their shows and to watch her music videos together. Sure, she was talented – a breathtaking dancer, a perfect visual with that kind of beauty that makes you hold your breath – but slowly, painfully, she began to feel less like a friend and more like a rival for his heart to you.

So you tried to drown out the thoughts boring holes in your chest and forced yourself back to studying. But then, after a few minutes, you heard Romance call out that he was going to meet his best friend for a bit – and in that exact moment, in that single second, your carefully–built armor shattered into a million glass splinters. Your notes blurred with tears, the pen slipped from your fingers and you just sat there staring blankly at the framed photo at the edge of your desk – you and Romance. Once it had been only the two of you. Now there were three.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

You finished your notes on autopilot, sipped cold tea, nibbled a candy bar, then finally sank into the couch and switched on the evening news. The soft murmur of the anchor’s voice filled the apartment – the only sound besides your own breathing. Around 6:40 pm you heard the door unlock. Footsteps. The familiar shuffle of him kicking off his shoes. And then – the blare of a party horn, the sudden burst of a birthday song.

You looked up, startled. Of course. Your birthday. Somehow, with all the stress of exams and everything gnawing at your heart, it had completely slipped your mind. You stood slowly, almost dreamlike, and walked toward him.

“You… remembered?” You whispered, a little breathless, a little undone. In one hand he held a massive white teddy bear with a ribbon the same color as his eyes, and in the other – a small gift bag stamped with the logo of a well–known jewelry store. “I… Thank you.” A smile tugged at your lips, but it broke almost instantly – replaced by a sudden, aching flood of tears.

Romance’s eyes softened, and for a moment he thought it was just the emotion of the surprise, the joy of being seen.

“I searched everywhere for something perfect.” He said gently. “A bit guys helped me out, but mostly I asked Mira for advice. She knew how much I wanted to make you happy – she’s a great friend. I didn’t just want to celebrate another year of your life… I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. How grateful I am that you’re mine. I’m sorry I’ve been so distant lately, spending all that time with her. I just… I wanted to make this perfect for you. I didn’t want to get in your way while you were studying, and I wanted to surprise you.” His voice was unshakably sincere – no edge of guilt, no hint of a lie. Just warmth, love, the kind of happiness that makes a chest feel too small to hold it.

“So she… She’s been helping you this whole time?” You asked quietly. He nodded.

“She helped me pick the restaurant for tonight. We’re going there right after this. And… there’s one more gift. This one’s from Mira.” He set the bear aside, gently pressed the little bag into your hands, the silver heart–shaped necklace inside catching the light as you opened it. Then he ducked back into the hall, returning with one last thing. “… I didn’t even know she could do this. But she said it was for you.” He turned the frame around in his hands.

Inside, in soft pencil strokes, was a drawing – you and Romance, smiling, in love, your faces turned toward each other like two halves of a whole. Tears slipped down your cheeks again, but this time they were warm – gentle – carrying not just gratitude, but a quiet, aching shame for having doubted her heart. She had never tried to take him from you. She had been rooting for you both all along.

“Thank you. Both of you.” You whispered, clutching him tight, letting the scent of him and the weight of his arms ground you. And in that moment you promised yourself – after the dinner, after the candles and laughter and clinking glasses – you would write to her a long massage. And you would tell Mira just how deeply, fiercely thankful you were.

[climbdraws]

Three Lost Kittens, Travel Through the Woods, Into the Unknown....

[sajinuidol]

do u like anyone in huntr/x

if u do

who do u like the most

first time asking u so here's my name now

[🍁]

"well, i guess i could say that my bias is rumi."

[botanists-little-cookie]

Wedding fic! the drawing is still in progress but i do have this <3 as usual, fic will be utc

Dividers came from here

Taglist, since i actually remembered this time: @violetsareblue-selfships, @silver-heller, and @aego-philautia

Aslia hasn't gotten much sleep. When she finally gets to sleep, it's nearly two in the morning. And of course, she wakes up at six-thirty am. Lynette's still cuddled against rose, her arms wrapped snugly around Aslia's torso. Aslia just laughs softly trying to let roseself relax. It's hard, though, considering the date. August 17th. Her and Lynette's first anniversary, and also their wedding date.

“Mmm… already awake, firefly?”

The sound of Lynette's voice, admittedly, makes Aslia jump. She replies with a laugh and a warm, “How am I supposed to sleep, knowing today's the day we finally get married?”

Lynette just laughs, warm and affectionate. She says, “Well, the ceremony’s not until three this afternoon. Let's try to get a little more sleep, hm?”

Aslia, unable to argue with this point, just nestled herself back into Lynette's embrace and tries to fall back asleep. 

And it works. When she next wakes up, it's to Lynette climbing out of the bed at almost ten o'clock. “What's for breakfast, love?” ro asks as she climbs out of bed herself.

“Knowing my brother, he probably has made us a full breakfast spread just so we didn't have to do it ourselves on our wedding day,” Lynette replies casually. Aslia laughs, and shakes her head fondly. She replies, “Yeah, sounds like something Lyney would do.”

When they leave the bedroom, hand in hand, they find that's exactly what had happened. Lyney is standing in the kitchen, surrounded by fresh pancakes, sausage, bacon, hash browns, and eggs. When he sees them he greets them with an excited, “Ah, there are the lovebirds! Good morning, and perfect timing! I just finished making you guys breakfast!”

Aslia and Lynette sit down - Aslia’s plate loaded up and Lynette’s plate with a smaller but still substantial amount of food. The two of them sit in the breakfast nook, cuddling up against each other. Lyney cleans up the kitchen then takes his leave, saying, “Well, I’ll see you at the wedding.”

After breakfast, it’s time for them to go. Aslia has to go meet up with Chiori, who had designed rose wedding dress and is in charge of rose makeup.

“About time you showed up, Aslia.” Chiori greets.

Aslia just smiles. Chiori just huffs affectionately, and tuts, “Well, let’s get you in your dress.”

The dress isn’t anything too elaborate, fancy but not overly so. It still takes a few minutes to get into the dress, but it’s so worth it. That’s what Aslia thinks, at least. She thinks it looks beautiful. Chiori did a great job with the design, Lynette will love it, she thinks. Once Aslia’s in the dress Chiori pushes her gently into a chair, and starts or rose makeup. It’s a known fact that Aslia isn’t super fond of makeup, so Chiori keeps it light. A little bit of eye shadow to bring out the color in Aslia’s eyes, some lipstick to highlight her lips, and a little bit of blush to add some color to her cheeks.

“There we go. Your mother should be here soon, to walk you down the aisle.”

Aslia nods, standing up. She gives Chiori a tight hug and says, “Thank you, Chiori. I appreciate you putting in all this work for me.”

Chiori again just huffs affectionately, but hugs back.

Both too soon and not soon enough, it’s time to walk down the aisle.

A few minutes before, she meets up with her mother figure, Ningguang. Ningguang is wearing a nice dress, formal yet simple. Aslia gives her a tight hug, and lightheartedly says, “Mama Beidou’s here, right? And let me guess, she’s still grumbling about feeling old?”

Ningguang laughs. “Right you are, Aslia,” she says fondly, “Beidou is indeed lamenting how your wedding makes her feel old.” Aslia's laughing at that, a smile on her face, “I'm sure Kaz is sick of hearing about it.”

“Indeed. Now, your love and her ‘father’ have probably reached the altar, so let's be off.”

So Aslia, dressed in rose wedding attire, links her arm with Ningguang's. The music swells as Aslia walks through the crowd full of Aslia and Lynette’s closest friends and family. Ro is to avoid scanning the crowd, looking forward instead. Lynette is standing next to her brother, dressed in a fancy suit. Aslia can feel her face getting red.

Because he's her best man, Bennett is also waiting there. When she and Ningguang get to the front, she drops Ningguang’s arm and takes her place at the altar.

The flower girls, Aslia’s adopted daughters, are standing at the front of the crowd in their matching dresses. Diona looks somewhat comfortable and relaxed for once, which makes Aslia smile. Sayu, meanwhile, appears to be falling asleep. Diona nudges her, causing the younger girl to startle awake.

After Aslia takes rose place, the ring bearer comes down the aisle. The ring is being carried by Aslia’s adopted son, Chouji. His suit matches Diona and Sayu’s dresses, and he mostly just looks happy to be included.

The ceremony passes quickly. The best part, in Aslia’s opinion, is when they finally share their first kiss as a married couple. Bennett and Lyney are cheering from their places next to the happy couple, and most of the audience cheers and claps.

Then, it's time for the reception. The catering comes from one of the finest kitchens in Fontaine. Dinner is a fairly simple affair, the guests chattering amongst themselves. Lynette and Aslia, meanwhile, sit at the head table and talk. Aslia takes Lynette’s hand in rose own, holding it tightly.

Then the first dance.

The finest live band possible starts playing, and Aslia walks with Lynette to the dance floor. Neither of the two women are great at dancing, but neither of them mind. They're giggling as they dance, and Aslia feels her heart swell with love. This is her wife now. Her wife!

After the dance floor opens to all guests, the happy couple begin to mill about.

“So, what's it like being married?” Aslia startles at the sound of her older brother’s voice. But then she just casually smiles, saying, “Feels good, Kae. I did marry the love of my life, after all.”

Kaeya laughs fondly, picking Aslia up and spinning rose around. Diluc, Jean, and Barbara are all standing nearby, all smiling. Aslia hugs the other three as well, squeezing them tightly. Then she says to Jean, “Hey, who's in charge of the Knights right now? Given that most of the authorities are here right now, I mean.”

Jean chuckles, and Kaeya outright snickers. “I have a couple of the more trustworthy knights in charge, I'm sure the Knights can survive for a few days without Kaeya, Lisa, Amber, Eula, Albedo, and I.”

“Yeah, they’ll be fine,” Aslia laughs. Her attention is then drawn by the sound of wind. The wind races towards her, before Aslia finds herself with an armful of her youngest child. She holds Sayu tightly and fondly, spinning her daughter slightly. Diona and Chouji are close behind. She greets them, “How are you doing, kids?”

“Lynette had better treat you right, or she’s gonna pay!” Diona proclaims, her hands on her hips as she huffs.

“I promise, I’ll make sure to treat your mother with the utmost care.”

Diona jumps when Lynette speaks, and Lynette chuckles fondly. Aslia shifts the way she holds Sayu in her arms, to kiss her wife on the lips.

They continue milling about, spending the evening and into the night talking to their loved ones and dancing and eating cake.

“I love you, Nettie.”

“I love you too, Little Light.”

[littles-in-a-trench-coat]

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Hunter - 🐦‍🔥 / Hunter + 🍁 / Hunter + Wolf Kid

Perri/Peridot - 👽 / Perri + 👽 / Peridot

Ushka/Mimi - 🩵 / Ushka + 🩵 / Mimi + Kitty

Powder - 🦈 / Powder

Kai - 🦊 / Kai + Little Fox

Goob - 🐶 / Goob

Blue/Blueberry - 🫐 / Blue

Alden - 🪶 / Alden

Kai - 🪶 / Kai

Felix - ❄️ / Felix

Icarus/Tom - 🌕 / Icarus

Glisten - 🪞 / Glisten

John - 🐻 / John + 🐻 / Price

Springy - 🚸 / Spring + 🚸 / Springy

Adrian - 🧱 / Adrian

ʚ♡ɞ ~ Intros - introduction posts

ʚ♡ɞ ~ Vents - vent posts (will provide triggers before the cut if needed, interact with care on these posts)

ʚ♡ɞ ~ Source - posts about source, or source memories

ʚ♡ɞ ~ Boards - Stimboards (usually reposts from other blogs, or goobs)

[missterwild]

Light and darkness (w/c: 442)

The sun rose high above the meadows, making the flowers and trees shine with colours. Laying in the tall grass and basking in the warm light, a young woman in jeans and a light blouse enjoyed the weather, her fiery red hair floating around her head. Hunter breathed in the summer air, taking in the sweet smells of the flowers around her.

The days had become longer and longer, building up to today: the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. The sunlight was quite invigorating, recharging her energy and good mood. An easy smile was drawn on her face, eyes closed and resting.

A moment passed before she heard the soft folding of grass under light footsteps that seemed to appear from nowhere. She opened one eye, her gaze falling over an older woman, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Melora sat down next to her, folding her legs criss crossed. A faint hum emanated from her as her eyes fell closed, stretching her neck as she rested her hands on her bare knees.

Hunter propped herself on her elbows, looking at her friend inquisitively, an eyebrow raised and her emerald gaze piercing.

“Enjoying the vacation?” she asked, running a hand through her hair.

“Yes, of course. The countryside is refreshing and the summer is thoroughly inspiriting,” she answered, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her dark locks flowed in the wind, a serene expression painted on her face.

Hunter turned back to the sun, a chuckle escaping from her lips. She crossed her arms behind her head, lying back and sighing contentedly. There was a sparkle in her emerald eyes and a grin on her lips. “Yeah. Plants bloom, the cold goes away and the light reaches its apex. Summer’s great.”

Melora opened her eyes, her gaze drifting up to the sky. A crease formed between her brows, deep in thought. A sigh escaped from her lips as she tilted her head to one side. “Yes, but after the light reaches its peak, it wanes once more, leaving place to the darkness.”

Still smiling, she rolled her eyes and gently kicked her sister’s leg. “Oh don’t be such a gloomy gus, Tir’,” she told her with a snort.

“I’m just being honest,” she shrugged calmly, the corners of her lips faintly twitching into a smile. “I’m not trying to be pessimistic or anything of the sort.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said and rolled her eyes before closing them with a chuckle. A smile pulled at the brunette’s lips and her gaze roamed over the treeline, noticing a shadow that scurried into the darkness of the forest.

[littles-in-a-trench-coat]

I made this one :) -hunter

Soft Pastel Agere Stimboard !!

[coffeedragonart]

🍁🍂🍁

On Leaf Drakes, from the journal of Elena Hewett, research assistant at the Stagwick Institute (drake studies):

Leaf Drake observational study, day 1 (Summer’s End)

What a strange day! The weather has been quite windy, and today some leaf drakes were blown into the Institute gardens! There are already some floral drake species living in the gardens, but this is the first time we’ve seen leaf drakes. Like most garden drakes, they aren’t built for long distance flight, so they rely on catching wind currents to migrate and take up in a new area.

This species hasn’t been widely studied yet, so I’ve got some of the other assistants on board to observe them and hopefully expand our knowledge about these creatures.

Day 2

They seem to be planning to stay, and have claimed the big tree in the west side of the gardens. I’ve managed to book the use of one of the empty offices on that side, as it has a large window with a good view of the big tree.

From initial observations, there are five individuals in the group. They are quite social, and I have yet to see one go about by itself.

Week 1 (Autumn)

It has only been a few days, but they have really settled in. While still, they can be quite hard to spot as they really blend into the leaves, but they spend a lot of the day quite active.

They share a similar diet to the floral drakes in the garden, mostly insects and fruits, as well as absorbing magic from the environment and the aether-nectar in the garden feeders. But they are far more active hunters than the floral drakes.

From the window, I’ve been able to watch them hunting insects and even using cooperative tactics to hunt birds. They are quite small, and I would have thought that even the sparrows might have been a bit much for them as they are close in size.

The gardens are a popular spot for both students and institute staff to take their lunch, or just relax a few minutes in their downtime. The floral drake residents are quite shy, and generally either hide or watch from a safe distance, but the leaf drakes are far bolder.

They have no hesitation about coming to get a closer look at folk, even trying to beg food from them. However, they are a little territorial about their tree.

Week 3

Students and staff have been advised against eating near the big tree in the west gardens. No one has been seriously harmed, but after a few instances of people being harassed for their food, it was deemed necessary to cordon off that section of the garden. Their teeth and claws are quite effective, despite their small size.

There seems to be one drake in particular who instigates these ‘attacks’, and the others follow its lead. It is a little bit larger than the others, and has a rather striking dark band across the eyes.

Due to the interest in this field, we have been able to gain the support of the Institute to make this an offical study into the habits of leafdrakes. With that, we will have access to some extra resources to put towards their care, as well as make it harder for the gardeners to remove them for being a nuisance.

Week 4

Even as Autumn sets in, we are still having a few last warm days.

Our little office was quite stuffy today, so we opened a window to try and get some cool air or a breeze in.

I was soon interrupted in my work, by a pair of drakes alighting on the windowsill. We’ve seen them resting on the sill before, but have never been quite sure if they were looking in or just admiring their reflections. Up close, they are curiously birdlike in their movements, adjusting their wings and tilting their heads this way and that.

They were almost identical, with only slight differences in colouring and wing shape, like the leaves on the tree. One was the ringleader, quite a bit larger than the other, with the dark face band. The smaller one had the same facial marking, but far less stark. They sat and watched for only a few minutes, but leapt away when a door was slammed elsewhere in the building.

It was enough for me to correct and add a few more details to the sketch I’d been working on.

Week 6

After a few weeks of observation, it seems like only the one drake is growing, the rest of the flock have maintained their same size. After a meeting with the other assistants, we think that the study would benefit from being able to more closely track the ringleader.

We know that many of the Greater Drake species can continue growing throughout their lives, reaching immense sizes, but this trait has never been seen in any Garden Drake species, who remain small.

Week 6.2

It took some planning but we were able to capture the ringleader for a closer look.

A container trap was baited with aether-nectar and laced with a light sleep spell, and it didn’t take long for the drake’s greed to get the better of it. There was always the chance of trapping the wrong one, but like in a lot of pack dynamics, the ‘leader’ usually gets at the food first.

With testing, we found the drake is female. She is a healthy weight, and measures about 30cm from nose to tail-tip, we’ve estimated the others to be around 15-20cm. A small band has been attached to her leg to more easily identify her, enchanted so it will grow with her as needed. She woke up while we were attaching it, and my thumb bears the bloody mark of her displeasure, though she didn’t seem too put out once she was able to sit for a spell without being handled. She watched from the top corner of a cabinet while we finished the paperwork, and then we were able to let her back out into the garden.

I’ve nicknamed her Gertie.

Week 9

As the weather grows cooler, they are showing no signs of slowing down, but as the insects retreat, they have been more actively chasing the birds. Gertie appeared at the window, clutching a feather in her teeth, even as I was reading a note left regarding messenger birds going missing.

I would have thought them too large for the drakes, but Gertie has grown again, almost twice as long as the others.

I’m sure she can understand at least a little of what I say, and seems to be following our conversations. She doesn’t like being handled, but has learned ‘hold still’ and will pause and stretch out to let me measure her (as long as a treat is provided and the measuring doesn’t take too long).

Week 10

It seems like Gertie has some level of influence over the mood of the rest of the colony, almost like a hive. While she’s calm, the rest are calm and happy to sit near and watch. But when she startles..

Today, poor Rolf had the misfortune of tripping over one of the garden benches while I was working with Gertie. I think he was trying to see into one of the tree hollows. The bench rocked back and thumped down with a loud THUNK, and the colony took to the air in an angry cloud of claws and teeth.

We fled the gardens in haste, and were able to retreat into a toolshed until they settled. I got out with only a few scratches, but Rolf needed taking to the medic building. I’m sure he’ll look quite fetching in an eyepatch.

It took several days before the gardens were safe to re-enter.

Later that day, I received word that Rolf has quit. Understandably, no-one expects to lose an eye from a research job.

Week 12

An official complaint has been made regarding the missing birds. There isn’t a lot to be done, but I’ve reached out to enchanting to see if they can write a ward to divert the birds away from the air above the gardens.

One of the other assistants donned the protective gear to climb into the tree to inspect the hollows the drakes nest in. He returned, with a number of drakes clinging to his headgear, and three slightly chewed scroll cases. He noted that there are several more drakes in residence than we thought, though no evidence of eggs or breeding has been found.

The messages were quietly delivered (with apologies) and the matter dropped.

Week 13 (Autumn’s End)

The west gardens are severely overgrown. The gardeners have refused to go in at all since Gertie’s last grown spurt. She is now the size of a large cat, several times larger than the others.

Gertie still blends quite well into the trees, but has also started using the brambles and long grass to ambush rabbits and squirrels. As well as any passing ankles. I suspect it was one such ambush that drove the gardeners away.

Week 14 (Winter)

The floral drakes in the gardens have hidden themselves away to wait out the cold weather. The leaf drakes are a little hardier, but we’ve seen signs that they may be preparing to do the same, and have increased efforts to gather nesting materials. They have been spotted flying back and forth with all sorts of things in their claws, including feathers and shed fur, to small pebbles, coins, beads, even a few small aether-crystals. I didn’t get a good look, but I thought I saw one fly by with a pair of spectacles that I’m sure weren’t willingly donated.

Gertie still emerges when we go out, though a little more reluctantly. The area is too overgrown with brambles to get a good look, but I think they have dug out a space at the base of the tree to cozy up in. I doubt Gertie would fit into the tree hollow the colony were using previously, she is quite large now.

Week 15

At last measure, Gertie was just over four feet long. Her wings are a bit smaller in proportion and we don’t see her fly quite as much. However her hide is quite a bit tougher, starting to resemble pinecone scales in some spots. She still has her distinctive facial markings, though without the tag, I wouldn’t have recognised her.

There are concerns of what she will eat as she continues to grow, the gardens can only support so much, even with the feeders stocked. It has been a few days since we’ve seen her, or any of them, so I think they must be hibernating. If they sleep away the winter, that will give us time to sort out something with one of the local farms to get meat delivered.

Week 20

Our efforts have stalled over Winter, as barely a scale has been seen since the snows arrived. On one warmer day, some of the little ones were spotted, clinging to the bare branches to take in a few rays of sun, if only for a short while. There was no sign of Gertie.

If one good thing is come from a slow winter, we have been able to get a better look at the tree itself. Since the drakes have moved in, the big tree has also grown faster than it would otherwise. Its branches are thicker and healthier, and other trees nearby are showing similar flourishing. This is not unheard of, similar effects have been seen in plants occupied by floral drakes, so it tracks that trees could be similarly affected.

The ground around the base of the tree bulges, the roots that can be seen above the snow are dense and knotted. It forms quite the hill when the snows come down. I look forward to seeing the drakes emerge again come spring.

Week 24 (Winter’s End)

Not long to go, surely. No fresh snow for a week or two, so what’s there is starting to melt away. There are more sunny days, if still chilly. The tree is starting to show signs of reviving, there are hints of new growth and fresh leaves starting to bud, earlier than usual.

Week 28 (Spring)

The drakes returned with the leaves! The little ones at least, we still haven’t seen any signs of Gertie. There are quite a few of them, at least a full dozen now, but they move so fast they are hard to count. We still haven’t found any evidence of eggs, but it is possible they came from outside before the freeze.

As the trees fill out with leaves again, the west gardens are far wilder now. The branches reach overhead, almost touching in some places. The drakes flit in and out of the sunlight coming through the leaves. We have been able to clear most of the path, but the spaces between the trees are still full of brambles and shrubs.

Week 32

Something large has been spotted moving through the trees, though it is hard to get a good look. I suspect Gertie has continued to grow through her hibernation.

Through the deal made with one of the farms, we’ve been able to start leaving out chunks of meat, and they seem to be well received.

From the toothmarks in the bones left behind, we estimate that Gertie must be at least the size of a pony.

Week 33

Today, on the first properly warm day we’ve had in a while, I’ve finally been able to get a good look at Gertie since her hibernation. I was taking a break, to be out in the fresh air and away from the office for a bit. I’d stopped at one of the newly reclaimed benches, and only closed my eyes for a moment to rest. It only felt like a minute before I was woken by a huff of air on my face.

She is indeed the size of a pony, plus her tail. Tall enough to look me in the face.

Her body is thicker now, hide resembling thick tree bark. Her wings are much smaller in proportion, just ornamental now.

The little ones follow her, stopping to cling to her back and head, but she doesn’t seem bothered by them. They peered around her to chirp at me as I regained my composure.

Lately I’ve taken to keeping aether-candies in my pockets to offer the drakes on my walks, I’m glad I still had some on me as I was inspected. Gertie accepted the treat happily, rumbling deep in her chest. She rumbled and chirped back to me when I spoke to her.

It was a pleasant moment, she sat with me for a while, long enough to get a sketch of her lounging in the sun.

Week 40

Recently, we have been receiving reports of leaf drake sightings from outside the Institute, from other locations around the city. I can only speculate that something about Gertie’s growth is drawing them to the city.

Long have we pondered the origins of the Greater Forest Drakes, as they seem to just appear out of nowhere, with no documented nests or hatchlings, or even sightings of more than one in an area. But I have little doubt that this is what Gertie has grown up into. I still have questions about how the change occured, or why it was just her out of the group as at the start, there was little to differentiate her from the others.

This is still quite the discovery, and I look forward to publishing an official work with our findings. It could well be the start of further studies into the links between drake species, the garden and greater drakes, and maybe even how they relate to true dragons.

After updating the Institute heads on the progression of the study, they are overall happy with the discovery, but were asking some pointed questions on what we plan to now do with the Greater Drake that has taken up residence. She could well continue growing. I pointed out that we may have gotten off lightly, if Gertie had grown into a Greater Rock Drake or a Hooded Drake, things could have turned out very differently. They did not see the humour in that.

Gertie seems to be quite comfortable in the gardens, the other drake species do not seem bothered by her at all, and she shows no inclination to leave. She could well continue growing, but for now she seems to have slowed down at least.

She continues to develop her understanding of language and appears to follow along with a conversation, even if she lacks the ability to respond yet. A lot of the literature on Greater Drakes suggests that this may well come with time, but it might be something for my children or grandchildren to look forward to.

[lyns-doodles]

A fall-themed Hunter drawing that I made...☺🍁🍂✨✨✨

[pillow-anime-talk]

k-pop idol.

synopsis: Short headcanons from your first meetings in various locations. Each of the Saja Boys has one thing in common – they all crush on you at first sight.

# tags: headcanons; idol x idol or idol x normal person; first meetings; human!sajas; fluff; a bit of comedy; also a little of angst and sexual assault at abby’s part; some thoughts; kinda simp!sajas; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. jinu, baby, abby, mystery, romance {kpdh}

author’s note: ehhhh. i just fall in love with kpdh movie and that’s why i came up with the idea to write a few things about sajas... huge comeback on tumblr, besties!

— MYSTERY

↘ You first met on one of those silly but popular variety shows where music groups are invited to compete. The format involved a girl group and a boy group facing off in different challenges, while also talking, exchanging tips and cooperating to win a prize.

↘ Since the past few weeks had been especially good for you and your group – with great reach and lots of awards – you were invited to appear alongside Saja Boys, a rising boy band that had been gaining attention recently.

↘ During the show, together with the rest of VIVIX – Kara, Sojin, Ruby, and Seungi – you were paired up with one of the singers. In your case, it was Mystery, the enigmatic vocalist. One of the hosts instructed each pair to act out a randomly drawn scene from a popular drama or anime. You two were given a moment from Lovesick Ellie, where the characters meet in a library and one places a finger over the other's lips. The scene had to be performed while leaning against a wall.

↘ You weren’t really the type to enjoy that kind of fanservice, and Mystery also looked like someone who wasn’t too fond of fake intimacy. A bit concerned, you glanced at your newly assigned partner and smiled softly – and he returned the gesture just as gently.

↘ “Will this be okay for you?” He asked, and your face lit up. It was genuinely sweet of him to check in on how you felt. You nodded, and together you first watched the original Japanese film scene, then acted it out as best as you could. It came out quite naturally and sincerely. Your cheeks flushed slightly. The singer gave a small cough, trying to silence the loud cheers from his groupmates.

↘ ‘She’s kind of sweet.’ He thought as the scene ended. For the rest of the show, you exchanged small smiles – both quietly hoping this wouldn’t be the last time you saw each other.

— BABY

↘ Contrary to what one might expect, your meeting was actually pretty normal – at least by K-pop idol standards.

↘ You met before a performance on a music show. You were sitting in the hallway, waiting for your turn. As a solo artist who had debuted three years ago, you were now at the peak of your career. Your next album was scheduled for release soon, and it was going to showcase a slightly different style – bolder, fiercer, with a more distinct sound. But you were still missing the final piece to complete it: the last song. You always wanted your albums to have exactly ten tracks, and at the moment your mind was blank. You spent every spare moment trying to come up with something.

↘ That day, Saja Boys were also set to perform – right after you. You didn’t know much about them, but you appreciated the fact that they were trying hard and wrote their own lyrics.

↘ Tapping lightly on the back of the couch, you jotted down another line – only to immediately cross it out, shaking your head in frustration. Suddenly, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder; gentle, almost shy.

↘ “Nice to meet you, I’m Baby from Saja Boys.” He bowed slightly, and you nodded in return. “I noticed you’re having a bit of trouble. Is there anything I can do to help?” His tone wasn’t pushy – he actually sounded concerned. You thanked him and explained your struggle. There was a note of uncertainty in your voice, but also a deep sense of dedication. The young man listened to you attentively. Eventually, he spoke: “Your concept is amazing. If I could suggest something… maybe cut the second bridge, and instead stretch out the final chorus. As for the last verse – maybe try something like this…”

↘ In the next few minutes, the two of you finished the song together – and it sounded genuinely good. Still, something gnawed at you. You felt guilty for having leaned so heavily on his ideas. You bowed to your new colleague, then asked:

↘ “Would you like to record this track with me?”

↘ Baby’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat.

— JINU

↘ That day, you had the afternoon shift at the café – from 12 to 8 pm. Thankfully, it was Wednesday, so it was a slow day. You had time to sit behind the counter and go over your notes for the upcoming university exams. Around 6 pm, five men walked into the café. They wore caps, sunglasses, and loose-fitting clothes. They sat at a table inside and started quietly discussing the menu. After a couple of minutes, you decided to walk over to them.

↘ “Hi, I’m Y/N. Welcome to Caffee Heaven. Can I take your order or recommend something for you?” You smiled genuinely and looked at each of the men seated at the table. You immediately recognized them as currently popular singers, but you had a personal rule you always followed: if an idol is outside of a performance space – don’t bother them. It’s their private time.

↘ Three of them placed their orders right away: a strawberry matcha latte with honey, a double espresso, and a soy milk cappuccino. The remaining two – Jinu and Romance – seemed to be having trouble choosing a drink.

↘ “Sorry for the trouble, we’re not really into coffee…” Admitted the one with darker hair. You quickly reassured them it was no problem and offered alternative options: teas, hot chocolate, shakes, and mulled drinks. In the end, the group’s leader settled on jasmine tea with a splash of blackberry juice, while the other idol asked for a strawberry milkshake with vanilla marshmallows. After taking their orders, you assured them you’d be right back with the drinks and returned to the counter to prepare everything.

↘ Out of the corner of your ear, you could hear the other four teasing the black-haired singer, saying he might have just fallen in love. You couldn’t deny it – you kind of liked him too.

— ROMANCE

↘ You were a member of HUNTR/X. Although the girls – especially Rumi and Mira – had a rather negative attitude toward Saja Boys due to their sudden rise in popularity, you and Zoey genuinely liked their music. As it happened, one day you had a joint fan meeting in a huge shopping mall in Gangnam, and you were seated between Romance and Mira.

↘ You greeted him warmly, to which he only responded with a shy smile. He had to admit to himself that it was the first time he felt uncertain around a woman – usually, he was the romantic one, confident when speaking with the opposite sex. But this time... He felt totally different.

↘ You were signing another card with your autograph, chatting briefly with a fan about her backpack covered in keychains. During that time, Romance was watching you closely. He carefully observed your joyful face, sparkling eyes, bright smile, hairstyle, outfit, and even your neatly painted nails. He also appreciated the attention you gave to your choice of jewelry and lip color. He could swear your lips looked like a juicy peach with splash of honey…

↘ “Romance...? Romance? Romance!” The leader sitting next to the singer nudged him with his shoulder, and he finally snapped out of his trance, looking at him in big surprise. “If you like her that much, then ask her out or talk to her after the event…” He whispered, then rolled his eyes, and Romance’s cheeks turned as red as a ripe tomato. He glanced at you from the side as you were signing another fan’s souvenir, then sighed.

↘ Maybe he really should say something to you?

— ABBY

↘ You had been working at a gym in the city center for over a year. It was usually busy and as a personal trainer, you always had plenty to do. You mainly focused on women’s aerobics and modern dance, but you also had three regular clients who came twice a week to work with you on the machines.

↘ That day, you had a session scheduled with Jiu. She was supposed to arrive any minute, and you were finishing up your usual check around the gym – making sure no one had left anything behind and that the equipment was clean and functioning. You laid out two mats in the designated space, then sat on an exercise ball, slowly spinning to loosen up your muscles.

↘ At the same time, two men entered the gym: the first was Abby, who had decided to work out privately to clear his mind from all the dance and vocal rehearsals. The second man looked to be in his 30s, had large muscles and longer hair tied up in a messy bun. While the first one immediately went to use a machine, the second started looking around until his eyes landed on you. With a sly smile and a casual stride, he approached you.

↘ “Hey, are you here alone?” You looked up and met his gaze. You told him you were waiting for a client, but asked if he needed help with something. He just laughed. “Nah, but I could help you – you could bounce on me instead of that ball.”

↘ You stood up almost immediately and told him to leave the gym. He grabbed your wrist and smiled again, making more inappropriate suggestions. Worried, you were about to call one of your co-workers – but one of the gym’s clients was faster.

↘ “Are you going to leave nicely, or should I carry you out?” A deep voice echoed through the room, sending a chill down your spine. The creep instantly let go of your wrist and stormed off, offended, while you looked up.

↘ “T-Thank you. Is there… anything I can do to repay you?” You asked hesitantly. Your sweet face made Abby smile warmly, feeling a slight flutter in his chest. He shook his head gently, but after a second, he replied:

↘ “You don’t have to repay me. But instead, maybe we could grab a coffee after our sessions...?” He said, and you agreed.

[ludmilachaibemachado]

Portugal, December 1968🌼🌼🌼

On December 11, Paul McCartney, Linda Eastman, and her daughter Heather flew to Portugal, to visit the author Hunter Davies at his holiday home. Davies had written an official biography of the Beatles, had stayed in touch with the band thereafter, and was renting accommodation in Luz, Portugal🍃

Paul, Linda and her daughter Heather arrived in the middle of the night, and I could hear this hammering and banging on the door. I could also hear this Liverpool voice shouting and hollering, 'Get up!' I came down stairs and there was a taxi outside, which they had got from Faro Airport, and Paul had no money, so l had to pay the taxi off. Paul had hired his own jet and he had flown out late at night to Faro airport with no luggage, no money, no nothing. He did have a twenty-pound note, but, while he was trying to get a taxi, he actually gave the note to somebody and asked him to get the local currency🌷

But, the taxi arrived, and it went off, leaving this bloke with a twenty-pound note. Paul had brought with him his guitar and he used to go in the lavatory and sit, playing his guitar. One evening, it came out that my real Christian name is Edward, Edward Hunter Davies, but I've always been called Hunter🍁

Paul thought this was very funny and he went to the lavatory and he wrote this song for me, it was called 'Little Eddie!🌹

Hunter Davis - From his autobiography, "Memoirs From The Outside Looking In"🍂

Via Beatles and Cavern Club Photos FB🌵

[sajinuidol]

— “ YOU'RE MY SODA POP! ”

“jinu from the saja boys, at your service. let's chat, hm?”

jinu from kpop demon hunters rp blog! mostly an ask blog, but i'm willing to interact with other roleplayers<3

he/it for jinu, she/they for mod

basic dni criteria! mod ( @tofumiarchives — @fumiscripts ) is a minor, so please refrain from sending explicit nsfw. lightly suggestive is fine, as well as jokes, but if your ask makes the mod uncomfortable, she'll delete it. please block the tag #[ suggestive ! ] if you're uncomfortable with such topics.

i don't stalk my followers, so I don't care who interacts, but please be respectful when talking to me. I will soft-block you if you cross any of my boundaries.

mod will be as in-character as she can. there might be a few times where their personal headcanons will be mixed in, so this is a head's up. adding on, mod is not korean, and isn't fluent in the language.

replies might be late sometimes, and I can go up to three days being inactive, as I handle multiple blogs, so sorry about that!

please, please be patient with me. I have other things to do, and I run this blog for fun. if you feel like I'm ignoring your ask, it's either I wasn't comfortable answering that and deleted it, it was deleted by accident, or i'm still thinking of a reply.

don't spam ask. just don't. it clogs up my inbox, and it's a hassle.

timeline (strayed from canon): your idol is released as their second song. the competition hasn't started, and they haven't played it live yet. sussie and derpy are the saja boys’ pet mascot!

shipping is fine as long as it's not weird! (it makes mod really uncomfortable) ocs and self-shipping are welcome too! please give me your oc/self-insert’s background, dynamic, etc., though!

asks and personal messages are open for roleplays and other conversations.

same mod as @gwi-ma

other rp blogs

happy interacting !

taken anons: 🧸 . 🪼 . 🐯 . 🌹 . 🍳 . mi . 🤮 . mari . vamp 🦇 . 🎀 . yumeko . 🍞 . ⭐ . 💀💚 . 🩷 . 🌿 . 🏳️‍⚧️ . 🧀 . 🌷 . 🦦 . 🍏 . 💖 . 👻 . ✈️ . artemisia . 👾 . ⚡ . 🐀 . ☆ . 💮 . 💫 . 🌓 . 🫧 . 😼 . 🍮 . 🐸 . bella . 🍁 .

regulars: xyra . sam . rini . moirai . calintro . uzume . mio . shello . cosmo . draculaura . lumina . koko .

events: 50 followers / demon jinu . 100 followers / swap au . 300 followers / bf jinu . 500 followers .

[littles-in-a-trench-coat]

-- Hunter --

Pronouns - He/They/It/Wolf/Xe

Role - regressor, destressor

Big age - 16

Little Age - 9-12

Species - grimwalker

Source - The owl house

Proxy - 🍁 / 🐦‍🔥 / Hunter

Kin types - grey wolf, canine, otherkin

Likes - wolves, source, YouTube, drawing, dogs, birds, making screen shot edits, animals, minecraft

Dislikes - some parts of source, mean people, weird trans ids (the ones about disabilities or being a different race)

Favorite book - Ghosts by Raina Telgemeier

Favorite show - TOW, ROTTMNT

Favorite food - nuggets or applesauce

Favorite drink - soda

^^ I edited this :)

[missterwild]

Clan Brecheliant as LGBallTs

Flags used under the cut

Larkin: gay man

Gwydion: aromantic asexual (beanie), nonbinary (main), trans masculine (pin)

Kassja: lesbian

Hunter: sapphic (left), transgender (right)

Cosmo: pansexual (left), agender (right)

Amaeka: aromantic asexual

Seren: pansexual (left), genderfluid (right)

[svthub]

svthub presents: fall-ing for you

This autumn, SVTHUB is falling for you! Come celebrate this season with the people you love; we've heard these stories pair well with a slice of warm apple pie...

This collab will contain a combination of SFW and NSFW works. See each individual fic for tags and warnings.

Join the fall-ing for you taglist!

🍂 choi seungcheol 🍂 "under the skin" by @cheolism

tags: NSFW, smut, supernatural

synopsis: Golde is a quiet town where everything seems to pass slowly, as if in a golden haze. It’s perfect, from the daily stops at a local cafe before work, the students who seem to adore you, to the cheeky maths teacher across the hall, Choi Seungcheol. Or at least it would be perfect, if it weren’t for what lurks beneath the surface of Golde and the fact that you were a hunter on a mission but had the feeling it was you, instead, being hunted.

🍂 yoon jeonghan 🍂 "bound to you" by @onlymingyus

tags: NSFW, smut, angst, supernatural, soulmate au

synopsis: There is a little magic in everyone but there is something about you that makes Jeonghan curious about more than just your name.

🍁 joshua hong🍁 "fade into you" by @writingmingyu

tags: SFW, fluff, childhood friends to lovers

synopsis: After drunkenly agreeing to meet an online friend in real life for the first time, you discover this wasn’t the first time you’d met…

🍂 wen junhui 🍂 "mr. (not so) perfectly fine" by @gyuhanniescarat

masterlist • teaser

tags: NSFW, series, fluff, smut, angst, university au

synopsis: Junhui learns the hard way that matters of love are not to be played with; or, a moment in which y/n falls first, but Junhui never fell (or did he?)

🍂 kwon soonyoung 🍂 "rusted away" by @hoeforhao

part 1 •

tags: NSFW, angst, mild fluff, mild smut, exes to lovers, bakery shop au, mutual pining, slow burn

synopsis: You and Soonyoung broke up almost two years ago because, according to him, sharing a common interest point with each other to talk about at the end of the day was a necessity. How will things turn out for the spiriting away lovers, now that their friend group has assigned them both the common job of baking muffins for the fall party!

🍂 jeon wonwoo 🍂 "cats & coffee for two" by @multi-kpop-fanfics

tags: NSFW, fluff, smut, mild comedy, mutual pining, coworkers to lovers

synopsis: Job hunting is a tough sport and Wonwoo has experienced it to its core. One fine autumn day comes where he's finally free from the shackles of unemployment, but he will soon find himself in the shackles of coffee, tea and cat hairs, But most importantly, he will have to share these shackles with you.

🍂 lee jihoon 🍂 "a whisper from the forest" by @idyllic-ghost

tags: NSFW, fantasy/magical realism, romance/fluff, smut, angst

synopsis: When two lonely hearts meet, even under the strangest of circumstances, they bond with each other in a unique way. And as the weather grows cold, and as we seek warmth in the form of another’s embrace, we tend to seek those bonds out with more desperation. So when Jihoon - a solitary lumberjack living on the outskirts of a small town - finds himself enthralled with a fairytale creature of the forest, he doesn’t hesitate to let himself be held and loved. And who are you to deny him that love when it is all you want as well?

🍂 lee seokmin 🍂 "sweeter than pies" by @cheollipop

tags: NSFW, fluff, smut, established relationship

synopsis: A lovers’ retreat—golden rays cast shadows over high, blushing cheekbones, flour-kissed noses and eye smiles as warm as the oven’s embrace, secrets and tender kisses shared with the starry night, and in a wooden cabin fragrant with the aroma of cinnamon and caramel, the love shared was sweeter than the finest apple pie.

🍂 kim mingyu 🍂 "endless adoration" by @wonusite

tags: NSFW, best friend’s brother au, friends with benefits au, fluff, smut

synopsis: Mingyu has been irrevocably in love with you since he was in high school. He decides to keep this a secret until he can move on since you’ve only ever seen him as your best friend’s brother. However, his plan goes awry when you ask him to take your virginity and teach you about sex—as a friend, of course.

🍁 xu minghao 🍁 "to keep you warm" by @idyllic-ghost

tags: SFW, fluff, romance

synopsis: You hadn't spent much time with Minghao yet, but you knew that this new relationship could become something that lasts. The true test presents itself when, after a wonderful date walking around in the chilly fall weather, you become sick. Minghao offers to help, without even mentioning that he might have caught a cold as well.

🍁 boo seungkwan 🍁 "rainy nights" by @strawberryya

tags: SFW, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship

synopsis: Is your fiancé ready to weather the storm if your worst nightmares were to be revealed? Maybe it's just the frigid weather seeping inside, unfurling all the anxieties you've locked away, or perhaps there's more to it.

🍂 chwe hansol 🍂 "birch trees & fear street" by @wonwussy

tags: NSFW, fluff, smut

synopsis: A weekend camping trip is just what you and your boyfriend need.

🍂 lee chan 🍂 "take my hands (we can fall together)" by @the-boy-meets-evil

masterlist • part 1 • part 2 • part 3

tags: NSFW, fluff, angst, smut, friends to ??

synopsis: Chan's known you for years and he knows you're friends, but you've always felt just a little bit out of reach. Like you see him as someone your brother brought into the friend group. He's fine with that. Still, it's hard to watch you settle for relationships where you're never the priority. When the weather starts cooling off, Chan figures your favorite season is the time to show you that you deserve better. Even if it's not him.

[thembofied]

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱ🌿ᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

Hi! 💚

Call me Darling!

That’s not my name ofc, but a fae never says their name.

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

About me:

✦ 21 yrs old

✦ black ftm enby (pre-t)

✦ exclusively a bottom, but a switch.

✦ they/them or he/him

✦ poly and partnered! (HIII POOKIE!!)

✦ catboy or bunnyboy take your pick ngl

✦ dogboy hunter (you WILL be shot on sight 💚/aff)

✦ men/masc liker. (not sure if I’m exclusively mlm though)

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

This is a sideblog!

Main is: w*******e

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

Contents/Cw:

I am a monsterfucker (werewolves my DMs are open pspspspspspsp).

^ This user is not desperate at all

✦ cnc (specifically somno and free use)

✦ bondage

✦ fantasy themes (royalty, monsterfucking, etc)

✦ breeding. (A LOT.)

✦ blood/blades

✦ impact play

✦ overstim and edging

✦ brat content

✦ predator/prey dynamics

✦ temperature play (mainly wax)

✦ forcemasc

✦ light intox (only alcohol based)

✦ size kinks

✦ generally a lot of kink content and bdsm

✦ and more I probably forgor 😭 (I am not that smart)

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

Things you will not see:

✦ fauxcest or anything of the sort

✦ anything regarding noncon (that includes the word rape)

✦ feet. I’m sorry.

✦ any bodily fluids other than blood or cum

✦ anal. (I don’t do it.)

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

My Honorifics:

(green are my favorites, purple is a case by case basis. some pet names don't sound right coming out of ppls mouths.)

Submissive names: Darling ✦ Baby ✦ Prince ✦ Princess ✦ Bunny ✦ Lamb ✦ Kitten ✦ Doll ✦ Dollface ✦ Pretty Boy ✦ Pretty Thing ✦ Honey ✦ Babydoll ✦ Prey ✦ Slut ✦ Bitch ✦ Whore ✦ Baby Boy ✦ Toy ✦ Angel Dominant names: Sir ✦ Prince ✦ His/Their Highness ✦ Darling

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

How to Refer to my Body:

Complements: Pretty ✦ Handsome ✦ Cute ✦ Hot

Chest ✦ Cunt ✦ Pussy ✦ Hole ✦ Prince(cess) Parts ✦ Clit ✦ Dick ✦ Tdick

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

Darling’s anons:

🦴 ✦ 🐶✦ 🦭✦ 🪷 ✦🍁

🐶 - favorite puppy (my boyfriend)

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

MINORS/AGELESS DNI!!

✦ Asks are always open for anyone! If you dm, do not start with a photo. You will be blocked.

if you want a response to your dm, ask how my cats are. 💚

・──・˚ପ꒰✦꒱ଓ˚・──・

Tag List:

✦ #darling speaks - various text posts by me, usually yapping

✦ #fairies forum - anon posts!

✦ #prince pictures - my photos!

✦ #my scrolls - my original posts!

✦ #faeblogs - reblogs!