#bu young

[re--born]

I'm here to be a tumblr cryptid and post about my favorite holiday, so, 4/20 speak under the cut:

Bu-Young was a monk of an ancient order, but helping kumiho and leaving the monastery meant seeing more of the world and experiencing many different things that life had to offer, and one of those things was indeed a plant.

Below are his favorite places to smoke in his old home, he prefers to be around at least one other being (human or otherwise) when he's smoking, but he'll never push anyone to do anything with him.

[fewwordsmanyriddles]

[re--born]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑴𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑺

𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑭 𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑬

A-YEONG & BU-YOUNG

[re--born]

A-Yeong came running in after the little half-kumiho. Big wide eyes chasing them as they raced through the house for their two father figures. The last Aya had checked they were outside working on something for Mi-Mi. What the little one was carrying, was a filled basket with goodies that each of them would like. Jewelry and buttons Aya and their precious little one made for Samjo, and some charms and teas that they had gotten for Bu-Young. All of his favorites that he never splurged on for himself. And for each of them, a little fox stuffy to remind them of her when they were gone. And to top it all off, a handmade father's day card that had more little paw prints than actual words wishing them well for the day.

"Human holiday incoming!" They called out when they ventured to the back porch. "Brace for impact!"

@jangnan

In the back yard of the band's shared home, Samjo and Bu-Young had been working on assembling a little playhouse with a slide and swing set for their daring and energetic kit. It had arrived with most assembly required though, so that had been the project that they had opted to start Father's Day with.

The two could SENSE Mi-Mi even before her presence was announced, but that didn't stop Samjo from putting on a surprised expression, gasping playfully as he opened his arms to catch her in a loving embrace.

"Aha, I captured you!" He placed repeated and silly kisses atop her head, little 'mwah's being heard. He righted his posture as he released her from the hug, booping her nose before looking down at the basket. Another gasp sounded from him, this one being softer as his eyes widened in delight. Bu-Young took the opportunity to hug her tightly as well, gently letting her go as Samjo examined the contents of the basket.

Of all of the experiences that Samjo had over the many years of his INFINITE LIFE...he had shockingly never been a Father up until Mi-Mi. Being a messenger of the Heavens didn't allot for much free time to begin with, and even as his duties there begun to dwindle over time, he had, of his own accord, taken on the job of being A-Yeong's Guardian.

Being a Father felt different than any other title he or Bu-Young had held before. It carried the weight of responsibility while also holding the levity of pure and unselfish love. Mi-Mi was everything, to himself, to A-Yeong, and to Bu-Young. Along with the rest of OMEN, in all honesty.

"Mi-Mi...you got all of this for us?" He smiled brightly. "Ahh, you're so cute! You're perfect! What am I going to do with you, huh?" He watched as Bu-Young looked over the gifts as well, pure delight gracing his features.

"I think we're just going to have to give her the world," the monk reasoned resolutely as he looked over the gifts that Mi-Mi had dedicated to him, "and even more." He watched Samjo examining the trinkets that he had gotten for a moment, before turning his attention to the card. He placed a hand on his chest and tilted his head softly with a proud and loving smile, his eyes misting slightly with tears. "Just like my scrolls..." He showed Samjo and the Crow Spirit leaned over, cooing at the little paw prints that were so much like A-Yeong's from centuries ago, before the both of them were unable to help but hug Mi-Mi at once.

[re--born]

they're lying to you. - silla bu-young

@jangnan

"A-Yeong..." His brows pinched together and he shook his head as he exhaled a sigh and turned his head to face away from them as he tried to better gather and assess his thoughts.

There had been signs that had, admittedly, been adding up for quite some time by that point in his rule as Maripgan. There had been questions of his leadership raised in ways that came off as being just diplomatic enough so that if he reacted with too much hostility at the criticism, it would only lead to whispers of him being a TYRANT to replace those of him being too weak.

As of late, however, all of the doubt and suspicion seemed to have worsened significantly. To the point that, what he had been lead to believe was a chronic illness in his son, just might have been something more sinister.

Or at least, A-Yeong seemed to believe so.

"There is a delicate balance to be maintained at Court," he advised them honestly, "I cannot simply accuse some of my highest ranking advisors and generals of attempted treason and murder without evidence that's sufficiently damning."

There was also perhaps part of him that didn't want to believe it to be true.

"If you are right, if they aim to kill my son...an accusation could even expedite their efforts."

[re--born]

" i got your shirt all bloody. " - to bu-young

@kumihod

He could still hardly hear anything past the pounding of his own pulse and the ringing in his ears after the mass of GROWLING AND SNARLING that he, A-Yeong and Ji-Hyun had all been in the center of. Surrounded by STRANGE AND UNFAMILIAR BULGAE.

There had been no reasoning with them once they had their sights set on A-Yeong, so Bu-Young was forced to set aside his general pacifism that he normally held true to, in order to protect himself and A-Yeong to the best of his abilities. There had just been so many of them.

Ji-Hyun had actually arrived after the attack had begun, as though he’d caught wind of it INSTINCTUALLY and came running to the aid of the kumiho and the monk. Ji had turned the tide of the fight in their favor enough for them to come out on top, but not unscathed. Bu-Young had a few scratches here and there, Ji-Hyun had a bit of a nasty bite mark, but it all felt like nothing compared to the wound that A-Yeong had sustained on their leg. They all needed to get back to the house, but the kumiho needed pressure put on that wound before they went anywhere. Bu-Young had been in the midst of wrapping makeshift cloth dressing that had been a piece of Ji-Hyun’s shirt that had been torn away immediately when the monk had declared the need for it.

Having A-Yeong’s legs elevated on his lap, he had been leaning over to wrap the dressing, and some blood had wound up on his shirt. It hadn’t registered to him though, his body was still partially numb from adrenaline and his mind had defaulted to his instincts as a warrior. The APOLOGY given though, that had been enough to give even his mind pause.

“It is but woven fabric…all that matters is that we get you home, safely.” Without stopping in his care, Bu-Young looked to meet their gaze briefly with the utmost care, love, and concern, shaking his head before turning his focus back entirely to the wound. His energy wasn’t as plentiful as usual, with how hard he’d fought, so his healing magics were going to take a bit more time and a more comfortable setting to recoup. He finished wrapping their leg though, and did what he could to lessen the pain for them.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

[re--born]

They come running in with a pan of what could only be described as a charred nightmare. It's still smoking from the burner as they come trotting out to the serene garden Bu-Young put so much work into, puffs of smoke from the kitchen following as their own form quickly runs from where they previously were. When they finally reached their mate, there's a pout on their face. "Help." they all but demand.

@kumihod

The monk had been able to sense them coming, even before he could hear or 'see' them. An approaching spark of energy that they had always been for as long as he could recall knowing them. He had already gotten out of his lotus position and had moved to a standing one by the time they had made it out to the garden with the smoke chasing their form.

He trusted that the kitchen was still in one piece, otherwise a pout wouldn't quite suffice for the level of urgency, so it quelled most of his worry.

Blinking a couple times, he first approached them and looked them over to try to ensure there were no injuries, as unlikely as it was. When he was sure that A-Yeong was unharmed, he looked to the pan and winced, both from the singed food and at the way the smoke tried to capture his retinas. Holding out his hand to the side, he begun to move it in a circular motion with a small flourish of his fingers, repeating the act a few times in quicker succession and summoning the smoke by means of the wind, before dissipating it and watching it vanish with a small, slightly pleased smile. It was always refreshing when he could use his magics to be helpful.

When his glance fell back upon A-Yeong, it was warmer and more affectionate. "Now, my love, I do have one question," he started, moving to gently take the pan from them before placing a hand upon their back and walking with them back into the home, "is the burner turned off?"

[re--born]

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑; featuring Bu-Young and Hajoon (@ghostscribes) please do not reblog unless tagged.