hiiii... it’s me.... i’m on a hiatus currently until next week as, lo and behold, exactly a week ago, i got severely sick .... to a point where i was in the hospital (for multiple reasons, one of them including a newfound allergy to antibiotics) so. i’m definitely on the up and coming and getting strength back & returning to work, haha. slowly but surely yiseul will come around again, sorry to be so.. spotty? :c it’s always when i want to be active something hits dsfkljfdk.
if you want a random starter though post witches, that i’m more than happy to draft during this hiatus, please comment below with an emoji, thank u!! ^^
❥ WITCHES COMMUNICATIONS STARTER . . . OPEN TO ALL !
[ YISEUL ]
HI . . . AM I USING THIS RIGHT ? OH. APOLOGIES . . . THE CAPS ,
[ YISEUL ]
UHM . . . UNTIL I CAN FIGURE THIS OUT . . . ARE YOU ALRIGHT ? I DON’T . . . KNOW QUITE WHAT’S GOING ON BUT . . . SENDING . . . SUPPORT YOUR WAY ?
[ YISEUL ]
I MEAN . . . MEan . . . oh, the caps is off ! But I mean, sending support through cheering you on ! Or something ! I . . . hope you are doing your best ! You got this ! ! ! I am in the North . . . doing . . . my best . . . ????? Haha !
There was no way she was truly seeing what she was, right there in that bunker.
Sure, the temperature had dropped, but naive, oh naive Yiseul equated such to the fact they were descending downwards into the earth. And coldness sits within the depths of the underground, does it not? Things are always wet, and stale, and never sunny in these places, since corridors like this never sought sunlight to brighten them up. It should be normal she could see her breath, no? Wrong.
She was wrong. So very wrong.
Swallowing, Yiseul’s eyes widen as she watches the way the unmistaken frost closes over the bunker’s door handle, slowly but surely spreading to the area around it. The cold stings when she attempts to place her finger against it to check its authenticity, and there’s no way she could deny who or what exactly had done this when she retracts her finger to place it against her lips to sooth the pain. But it was no time to panic, not yet, no. Even though every fiber in her being is ready to wail, she can’t, not yet, no, not when she’s already made a fool of herself running around to help round up the people she has to guide to safety. No, maybe it’s a joke, maybe she wasn’t seeing this, talk herself out of it, you know? That’s all it was. Humor in the darkest hour. That’s all. The nature fairy turns to her companions with a deep breath, avoidant of parliament’s faces behind her lest she want to break, however her eyes are wide and full of terror, betraying the cool emotion she attempts to paint across her face, “Haksu, did you do this? It’s not funny if you did-- make it go away, please. We need to get in there, or something...”
HAPPY GIVING DAY, YISEUL! the giving tree acknowledges the kindness you’ve shown and coaxes its little sprout to blossom into a magical flower! if you look it up during your potionology class, you’ll find that it’s actually a flower of LUCK. consuming it will grant you infinitely good luck for 2 hours. it can only be consumed once. isn’t that something special for winter! or, you could display it in your dorm room until you need it—a gift from the giving tree won’t wilt, of course. have a lovely giving day with your new plant, YISEUL!
OUT OF CHARACTER DETAILS please feel free to use your new gift in any way you’d like, whether it be a plot point for threads, a solo for character development, or anything you’d like! whether your muse chooses to use it or not, please post this on the dash so others can see what gift you got!
❥ OH, WHAT’S THIS ?
It was a flower of luck? Well, it’s …. almost lucky she had been bestowed a gift like so when the flower bloomed that morning. If she must admit to it, luck was the last thing she had imagined her small bud to sprout into – she was expecting something more simplistic, perhaps along the line of fortune, as so many around her seem to receive such gifts with their sprouts. She makes a note to protect the plant at all costs, and only use its gift when it’s absolutely necessary. She could not give into the temptation, nor let it be used by someone unworthy of its gift.
“One day, you’re going to come in really handy, so sit tight, okay?” the nature fairy murmurs with a smile at the plant sitting on her windowsill, its little name plaque resting gently against the ( now bigger ) pot she replanted it in. Lucky, it read in all caps, with a smiley face drawn at the end of it. “For now, I hope you enjoy the view from my room. It’s not much, but at least you’ll find yourself in happy sunlight to stay healthy – even if you’ll be healthy wherever I put you,” she giggles at her own joke, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve got to run to the library now, but. You know you can always call me, right? I’ll come running back! Just like that! You can count on me to always return and keep you safe!”
Yiseul giggles again as she straightens up with a nod, giving one last wave to the plant before she turns to find her stuff to head out. As she opens the door to her room, she could swear she hears a quiet “and you can count on me too” from the bright corner the flower sat in, but that’s ridiculous, right? Plants couldn’t talk. But the thought that maybe, just maybe, her plant speaks to her too makes the young fairy beam, a skip in her step as she makes her way to the library.
Yiseul has always found herself in joyous spirits during giving day. She finds warmth in the smiles adoring faces of her community, her features softening from the laughter that finds its way to her ears. If she could make giving day every day she would, as her heart firmly believes everyone deserves a little bit of something. Even if she doesn’t believe she deserves it herself.
* ( for the giving tree event, via @winxrp )
She hadn’t expected to see the sprout present itself to her that year, or any year for that matter. She’s heard of the legends, the myths ( if that was even an appropriate description, considering she’s seen the various sprouts in person a few times thanks to others ), but never once thought herself deserving of it. But then again, Yiseul is never one to think of herself, so it’s no surprise the nature fairy dismissed her own desires yet again this year -- and thus, the last thing on her mind is to spot a sprout amongst the statue’s cracks, calling to her.
Yiseul had been out that day, bag of presents in tow, meant to give to others as she loved doing during the holiday. Helping fairies was merely her nature, her way of life, and gifting them with surprises, whether little or small, on this Giving Day was something she looked forward to every year. Their smiles and gratitude were unparalleled when they opened each gift, a sight that warmed the depths of her heart over and over again. But, even so, she needs a break every so often; running around the town uses so much... energy. And plus, the bag she decides on every year is always heavy ( not that she’d ever admit to such ), straps digging into her slender shoulder that’s sure to leave a tiny mark come the morning. But it’s fine. She wanted to do this. It was Giving Day.
There’s one look, two, to each side as she makes her way towards the statue of Maruhan, figuring its large presence would give her the chance to hide and recoup, just for a minute. Those here in the South were busy paying their respects to the shrine anyways, so she could rest, right? Isn’t that what Maruhan would want? She had already managed to deliver her gifts to the area...
“Hello,” the nature fairy murmurs, gaze rising to the statue perched above her, “Do you mind? Just for a minute--” it’s funny, the way she treats the cold granite as a person, not wanting to penetrate its bubble of space if it didn’t want her to, “--I promise, it’ll be quick, just. Please?” She pretends the statue nods its head, granting her hiding amongst the long shadows it casted to the east. “Thank you, truly,” she smiles, her back sliding down against the cooled surface of its base, head falling back. The bag hits the padded ground with a soft thud. She rests.
It isn’t until her foot is nudged by a passing child does Yiseul wake from her slumber -- shocked, a quiet yelp emitting from her lips -- by god, how long had she been asleep there for? Thankfully her items seem in tact, perhaps it was the blessing of protection from Maruhan, lest she want to find herself in a pickle on what is supposed to be a joyous day. She shakes her head with a deep breath, wiggling her limbs to circulate her veins once more, but the seedling finally catches her eye as she stands to stretch. Had that been there before? Oh, could it be? Oh no, it can’t. There was no way! What had Yiseul done to cross paths with such an item? Is it real, a hoax? She glances several times around, to see if someone would emerge from the shadows to tell her “Yes, Yiseul, I just wanted to see if you would take it, it’s merely a toy--” but alas, to Yiseul’s dismay, no one comes.
So this wasn’t a joke.
The nature fairy is careful to approach the bud, its tip just barely peeking from the foot of Maruhan, as if it were hiding, too shy to show itself in full -- she resonates with such an expression as she examines the quiet bud, as she too, hides when she can. Perhaps she was meant to stumble upon the blessing of the giving sprouts after all. A reflection of herself.
“Oh dear, come here, you, don’t be shy,” Yiseul murmurs, caution in her voice as she leans to be eye level with the sprout, “Are you alright? I don’t think you’ll do any good here against the rock, perhaps you should come home with me...” there’s a firm nod before she straightens up, digging through her bag to produce a tiny pot, yet to be filled with sow -- hopefully the sprout wouldn’t mind, she’d be home quickly, it was just a temporary vessel meant to transport it to a safer home. “Yes, we can’t leave you out here. So please, do come here,” she murmurs again, gentle as she plucks the sprout from its hiding spot. She maneuvers her hand to settle the bud against the bottom of the pot, then places her hand atop the opening; it was a sense of protection that overcomes her, wanting to see this sprout grow, to nurse it to full health as if it were a child of her own. “It’ll just be a second in there, I promise. Let’s go home now, yes?” she whispers to the pot, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she collects her bag. A sprout, all for her own, like an extension of herself, meant to hide, but flourish in private with an environment full of love. Ah. Her gaze flits across the statue of Maruhan as she starts to walk home, sure that she saw the hint of a sparkle in the statue’s eye as she passes.
haha.. hi.. it’s me..... *clown face* life got a little too hectic that i didn’t get a chance this entire week to log on and subsequently got activity checked.. so i’m returning to you all with my tail between my legs like a fool LFDSJFKKLFDJS. but ! i’m still very very happy to be writing as yiseul, and now that my schedule is more free ( end of november into december was a bad month for me, i had zero time to do anything except work and personal commitments ;; ), she’ll be around more often and we’ll finally see this girl fighting witches... maybe !
** but just to humor silly old me and my week plus of absence... we’re gonna make it a plot point and have just had yiseul hiding in her room because she was so scared, so feel free to mention that in any threads we may have upcoming!!
soooo ... with stage two of the event unfolding, i’ve compiled a little something for everyone who i was plotting and/or writing with prior... i want to offer priority to witch related threads moving forward and ask about older ones i never got to reply to ( which, if dropped, we can still keep the plot of and just allude to it in future threads? ). see below the cut for a complete list, and please do message me whether you’d like to continue something or start a witch related thread instead, or both ! no hard feelings whatever you decide !
i’m really sorry again to have disappeared ! i really feel like the biggest clown ever LOL i’m sorry T___T forgive me lsdjfdlksfdskldfsk
ONGOING THREADS:
beomseok ( plant identification )
bitna ( spilling drinks at halloween )
haksu ( meeting again at the academy )
jihyun ( shopping for clothes that are... wack! )
seulki ( play shenanigans )
seulki ( fighting the beast / task )
PLOTTING WITH:
beomseok ( it was potential witch stuff )
haksu ( it was potential witch stuff )
jihwan ( book club buddies )
jihyun ( it was potential witch stuff )
junho ( it was potential witch stuff )
kahi ( it was potential witch stuff )
kinam ( it was potential witch stuff )
nabi ( dorm neighbors )
INBOX MEMES:
i want to answer all these old memes so i will do so when i can bc i love headcanons LOL sorry T__T
If the academy hadn't reopened, Yiseul would have probably continued on as she had been with her family, working out of the comfort of their home to assist those in need. This means that Yiseul, much as the rest of her life had been going, would cross paths with countless other fairies who sought help from her family given their reputation. While the chance is not zero, it is slight that Beomseok could have possibly been one of those patrons she had to sort out. The reason? Could be almost anything ( but if it were to be similar to as how their paths crossed now, over the identification of a treasured plant ). Either way, on this rarest of chances Beomseok settled into her home for a brief disposition about his needs, Yiseul would only have two things to note at the end of the exchange:
1.) he's terribly annoying, but also quite intimidating, and hopefully she'd never be on the receiving end of his bad side. She had thoughts about how terrifying that might be given the way he carries himself. She better help him, and fast. It meant less time being around him and less time being afraid.
2.) he's also annoyingly handsome, but she would never dare pursue him romantically in the slightest. his persona is too much of a prickle against her softer ways, a sore thumb stuck in her side she's afraid she'd never be able to let into the depths of her heart, unless he managed to show maybe he does care about others ( an assumption, entirely so, but Yiseul's quick to judge his character from the brief meeting and come to such, even if incorrect conclusions ). A red flag walking.
Additionally, if they were to never actually meet at her house as noted above, the off chance of a freak encounter wouldn't be entirely off the books since she is out and about often ( eg: Yiseul, a clumsy one, spilling her drink on him at the local cafe in the most cliched of manners ).
The nature fairy sighs as she looks off to the side, her mind racing a mile a minute. What did she dream of doing -- what exactly? God, it could be almost anything, she felt like she had a list, and a mere few minutes with a stranger wasn't going to even touch the surface of all the dreams she had that felt entirely unattainable.
She sighs.
"Well, I guess there's a few..." she starts, nose wrinkling as her gaze drops. "And I don't know where to start. A.. simpler dream I have is to... make more friends." There's a nod, and then a quieter confession, "I get afraid often everyone is going to betray me, so I don't socialize much." Oh. Did she really just say that? The damned potion. "I mean. Anyways, I also... would like to be able to open my own medicine shop, that focuses on using parts of plants that have healing qualities. And some other recipes that my mother has taught me. We tend to work out of our home, so. It'd be nice to have an established place, too." Yiseul smiles, clasping her hands behind her back. "And then, to be k--" Oh. This potion. She stops herself short, grumbling at the way the words want to escape her mouth, using every fiber of her being to push the statement down to her gut. "Anyways."
okie, finally back in town after a weekend away. do i have some threads to reply to? yes. but do i want to ask if any of you want to plot a second thread with me (or first, if we aren’t threading already) for the event? yes. so. come through. hit the little heart for a message or feel free to message first!
a timeline for the event ( as graciously posted by several other muns already ) for yiseul, as this is all you need to know about my poor baby and the witch sighting:
[ 06:45am ] woken up to hear the news via her roommates. immediately fainted.
[ ??:?? ] woke up again hours later. cried. then: ?????? it’s all a blur. someone help her.
** otherwise known as: miss yiseul is absolutely terrified of witches and beasts ( as seen in her intro, they are banned words in her household ), so there’s really a lot to play with here for her as all she’s done is just be ... like this! FKDJDFSDSLKSDJK. so... yeah!!
of course, that means some… sacrifices have to be made, and today, it’s her having to steer yiseul away from some of the clothes on display. if it’d been one of those trendy boutiques, jihyun wouldn’t be faced with the problem of having to physically move her friend away from clothes that look just like the ones she’s wearing but just in different, impossibly more boring colours.
“i don’t know!” impossibly chipper, jihyun’s fixated on and beelining towards a rack of sparkles. she’s not quite sure what exactly the items displayed are, but they’re shiny & short and she’s an easily distractible slutty magpie.
“well…” tearing her gaze away from what she thinks might be a crop top, jihyun looks at what yiseul’s referring to, lightly smacking her hands away as they wander near a puffy white blouse that would be cute if it didn’t have quite so much lace. “you can always layer, seul-ie! stockings underneath this, or maybe… ooh! what about thigh-highs?”
“Ah... ” the sound escape Yiseul with a wrinkle of her nose, hand retreating back to the confines of her chest in defeated agony that she wasn’t allowed to even touch. The blouse was pretty, and felt like just the right mixture of what Yiseul wanted and what Jihyun wanted, but of course, her subconscious attempts at a compromise were met with rejection. She swallows, gaze following to the rack next to them, unsure of what was even on it -- are those even considered shirts?
“Layering is fun to do, yes, you aren’t wrong there,” Yiseul agrees with a frown as she passes over the mini-skirt, “but are these the types of items to layer... can they be layered--? Or is that a stupid question...” for a moment, exasperation slips through her words, hoping that the other wouldn’t notice. She just.. couldn’t help it. Not when the bunch of fabric she picks up looks like a mix of strings and conveniently placed swatches of fabric. She’s never in her life imagine herself looking at these things, reminding herself over and over that it was for the good of Jihyun, and she’s doing this as a favor. It was to help...!
Yiseul runs her fingers through her hair as she turns to the rack of shiny items Jihyun had gravitated towards. She slowly pulls out what appears to be a skirt bedazzled with gems, brow wrinkling as she looks it over. “Thigh highs... like long socks? I tend to wear leggings under my skirts or thick socks that go to my calves when it’s cold out, if that’s what you’re asking... that’s the same thing, right? Though, with something like this, would you not opt for... leggings again?” Yiseul holds up the skirt for the other to see and judge. “Or am I wrong..? Also, are there leggings to try on with this skirt?”
Yiseul feels a loud laugh sound from the depths of her throat, a bemused smile making its way onto her lips as she lets herself laugh for a moment longer. Of course, Seulki is the one to be asking such a question -- it's in her nature to be ridiculous, and so very endearing to see unfold. "Pfft, please..." Yiseul says with a small shake of her head; sure, a potion of truth has been slipped to the nature fairy earlier, and sure, others have been asking things of a different nature, meant to elicit scandalous answers from an otherwise closed off fairy, but this one, even if her answer were to be the same regardless of a serum or not, warms the depths of her soul in a way no question could do. "Seulki, I can't believe you're really asking. It is you, of course, it always has been. You should know that by now!" Yiseul laughs again as her hands fold over her stomach, head tossed back in amusement. "Please, really, I don't know why you must ask it, when you know every time I'll always answer you, silly. My dearest and most beloved cousin, always."
"Uhm," the nature fairy starts, her brow knitting in thought. What a curious question to be asked -- one far out of her comfort zone and one she'd never have let cross her mind on its own. To... fuck? Marry? Or worse, kill? The few people she knew at Seohae? Why would she ever do that? It was ridiculous. But she could feel the prying eyes of the stranger in front of her, who seemed to know her small circle of associates, and the pressure was immense. She better answer, and fast.
"Well. I... hm. I hope no one is mad at me for these answers. I don't want anyone to feel.. weird, you know?" Yiseul wrings her hands in front of her, fingers tapping against each other in slight anxiety. "I suppose. To.. ahem. Sleep... with..." Yiseul shudders, the topic never have been one of much ease for her to speak about, "it would be, Jihyun. She's lovely, I suppose, even if I don't understand her fashion sense." the nature fairy sucks in a deep breath and then continues, her cheeks tinting pink. "to marry, perhaps Haksu? I hope he wouldn't mind that. I don't have any feelings for him like that, but of the three you've named, I'd feel the most... uhm. Comfortable, I suppose, having them in my life as a marital spouse." She feels as if her answers are too formal, but presses on nonetheless. "Now, for the last bit. I don't really enjoy the idea of... slaying someone. So, perhaps just. Can we put it instead as an.. intense sleeping spell for several years? I'm sorry to Beomseok, but I'd choose him for that. I don't have anything against him. Just. He was the last person to pick.... so. I'm sorry, he's stuck with this." Yiseul bites down on her lip, glancing around to see if anyone was near her to overhear. "Anyways, don't.. let them know I've said these things, please?"
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