#htf fancy

[themaddisco]

The commission list for freehand art is done. 

Prices: Lineart: 3$ Flatcolor: 5$ Shaded: 10$ Background: 2$ Extra characters 2$ each

Rules: I will draw: Furries, humans, fanart, oc's gore, anthro, mermaids, cosplays.

I might draw (depends): Expansion, Weight gain, fruit inflation, mirco, macro, stuffing, inflation.

I won't draw: Feet, diapers, fart, pregnancy, urination, scat, vore, bondage, popping, pedophilia, necrophilia, zoophelia, hate art, political art, propaganda art.

Please don't overwhelm me. Sometimes I've got important work to be done.

#htf #commissions #commissions open #htf fanart #happy tree friends #mondo media #disco bear #madly #fancy htf #htf madly #madly htf #htf fancy #flippy htf #htf flippy #flippy #disco bear htf #htf disco bear #htf flaky #flaky #flaky htf #paypal #art commisions

[ickyguts]

Originally was a whiteboard doodle I did with @technicoloranimalviolence but I just had to make it into a full comic to share it with you all.

#fun fact! the last panel was literally just ripped from the whiteboard itself #everything else got fancy lineart and colour treatment #tbh i had to leave it #cant fix perfection #homie sketched the cuddles :D #htf cuddles #htf flippy #htf fliqpy #happy tree friends #my art #comic #did i mention i love this show?

[eights-world]

they got upset, started crying, realized he runined his makeup then started crying more

#need to remind everyone despite how cute and fancy i draw her #mime is a pathetic little guy and i love him very much bc of it #htf #eights art

[stuffy-just-doodles]

I thought it would be cool. So my thought process was just this:

soul eater but a crossover with htf.

#htf #happy tree friends #happy tree friends flippy #happy tree friends fliqpy #htf fliqpy #htf flippy #stuffy doodles #yes fliqpy is a fancy knife #simple as that honestly

[hostilemuppet]

have you ever read happy destination before

i hadnt BUT it like just updated on ao3 so i went to check it out

i did not continue

#text #htf #i have been clear on how i feel about this fandoms treatment of prosthetics specifically wrt handy! #they act like it 'fixes' him. bc they dont want to deal with how he is #the fact he doesnt have arms makes them #Uncomfortable #so they give him Fancy Robot Ones and then never bring them up. and just treat them like his actual flesh and blood arms

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello!! I love your writings soo much it gives me soo much joy 🥰. Can i request daniel hitting you in his ui form and his reaction once he is conscious. (The reader is not a fighter.) Thank u 🙇 once again love your work ❤️❤️

Ty for the kind words!! And for the ask, this one made me chuckle! Please first refer to here 👀 are you the same anon 👀 👀 👀

Anyway non-fighter surviving a UI Daniel hit? Your durability is off the roof. Imagine if Gun got a hold of you...

This turned into such a silly piece, I had a lot of fun writing it but it's a little all over the place lol.

UI Daniel Knocking You Out HC

Pre-Daniel x Reader if you fancy

Alarm bells start ringing when Daniel regains consciousness and sees you lying on the ground

He sprints over to you, checking your breathing and vitals. Luckily, you seem fine, just passed out

Not knowing exactly if you had any severe damage, he doesn't move you. He sits and keeps you company, keeping a watchful eye over you, hoping you would stir soon

After a few minutes, Daniel remembers a video he watched where rubbing someone's leg might actually help you wake up

He moves to touch your leg but hesitates. It's a bit weird rubbing a stranger's leg, no? Still, his guilt ovepowers all sense of logic and he nervously grabs your legs and starts rubbing...

and rubbing...

No reaction

...Am I not doing this right?

He tries massaging you instead, digging in a bit harder, hoping to stimulate bloodflow

You groggily come to, holding your ribs. They didn't feel broken, just painful. Like you somehow survived a ten tonne truck crashing into you

Slowly you start to recall where you are and how you got here. You remember seeing a fight, trying to dodge and run away but getting struck regardless

You don't remember anything else

"Oh!! You're awake!"

You peer down to see a guy massaging your legs. What the fuck? He releases your lower half from his strong hands and you try to kick him straight away

"GET AWAY PERVERT!"

"H-hey no, I'm not-" he holds both his hands up in a sign of surrender

"YOU SEE SOMEONE PASSED OUT AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO?!"

"N-no, this is a misunder-"

"YOU THINK YOU'RE GOOD LOOKING AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT?"

"I'm sorry, b-but-"

You don't want to listen to this weirdo anymore. You try to sit up and immediately groan and clutch your side. The guy tries to help (probably finding more inappropriate ways to touch you) and you glare at him instead

He scratches his head in frustration, the excuse and explanation comes out in a babble

I'm sorry! This is my fault, I was the one that hit you, by accident! And I got this technique from the Viral Hit channel, and I know it was inappropriate, but I panicked, and I didn't know what else to do and, and-

You begin to loosen up a bit, you catch parts of what he says and it does sort of make sense. You have heard of V-Hit, and this... weird technique

"And my name is Daniel Park, please let me make it up to you!"

It isn't like you're going anywhere in the state you're in

"Is anything broken?" his face is a picture of worry and anxiety

"No... I don't think so," your body just feels tender

"Here."

This Daniel Park lifts you up in a bridal carry, one arm under your legs, and the other under your back. Like you weigh nothing at all

Christ, this guy is strong. No wonder you were unconscious

"Erm... are you kidnapping me now?"

Daniel looks down at you in shock and his ears turn red, "N-No! Let me carry you home! Or wherever you need to be!"

You guess there's no stopping some people. "I live about 4 miles away. You going to carry me all the way?"

Daniel smiles at you, looking a little relieved, "Of course,"

Definitely a weirdo. "Fine"

"What's your name by the way?"

"..." Like you were gonna give this pervert your name

Bonus leg massage pic from HtF

#lookism #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism headcanons #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #daniel park #daniel park x reader #park hyungseok #wannaeatramyeon

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Christian Dior Miss Dior 1940-50’s Obelisk Crystal Perfume Bottle-RARE-HTF-READ ebay Todays Fancy

#perfume bottle #perfume #jar #glass #obelisk #christian dior

[circus-clownn]

EVERYONE 😡😡😡😡 MEET MY NEW HTF OC.....

this is daisyyyy<33 she's a albino ferret

a puppeteer + poet (certified fancy lady)

her marionettes are dear to her. and she writes poetry in the dead of night because she's just a silly gal

her clothing is based on 1930s-1950s women's fashion ^_^

(she's not a widow don't let the outfit make you think otherwise)

this is technically my first time drawing a ferret so no one can say ANYTHING about it not looking like one

#happy tree friends #htf #htf oc #happy tree friends oc #oc art #htf daisy #she gets her own tag now #yayyyyy #fawns drawings

[treetownconfessions]

if i was a resident in htf i'd pour every ounce of effort into wooing pop. we'd start dating. but before we do, he'd go, "are you sure you want us to, y'know, make it official?... i know most people wouldn’t be interested in a guy like me with his kid." and i'd go, "oh don't worry pop. i want this. in fact i want this more than anyone. you'll see. you'll all see." we go out. i'd take him to fancy restaurants and sunny parks. and obviously, cub is brought along. he's just an infant. i do my best to act as a step-parent to cub; i acknowledge that he might not ever see me as a real parent like pop, but i shower him with affection nonetheless. pop is a tired man, and i even offer to take over at times. i feed cub at the right times and i play toys with him more frequently than his own dad. both at pop's house, and in public, with plenty to see. i coax pop into marriage—there's nearly no reason why he would object, with a caring, loving, flexible spouse who presumably sees stars in his eyes. we marry officially. then i start documenting pop's faulty acts as a father. i record his mishaps, his carelessness, his neglect: i know it’s not intentional. i know he loves his son, truly, but i tape it all anyway. i have an explosive fight with pop, on purpose, and threaten divorce. after enough strain, i go through with it, taking him to court and beginning to decide who gets what in the divorce. and by extension, custody of cub. i pull out the recordings and evidence of pop mistreating his infant son, and call upon friends and acquaintances as witnesses who have seen me treat cub better than he did; better than he ever could. the odds are in my favor. pop is desperate and in tears. "please," he begs the court. "this is my son. i've had him longer than anyone i've been together with. i love him with all of my heart. he means the world to me—he's all i have." but the judge points to the evidence i've provided, and the decision is final. i get full custody of cub. pop is forced to pay egregious amounts of child support. as soon as that baby is in my hands, i head home. i peel back my floorboards and begin digging a deep hole underneath my house. i toss cub inside, and shovel all the dirt back on top of him, burying him in the ground and promptly killing him. i pat it flat and do my best to arrange the boards back in place, as if nothing happened, and it works with minimal visits to the hardware store. the following days, pop calls me. he calls me everyday, desperate to see his son who has been unfairly ripped from his grasp, sobbing into the phone. i invite him over, and he rushes inside as soon as i crack open the door. "where is he?" he cries. "where's my son?" i point at the floor, smugly. "he's here." he looks at the spot i gesture to in anguish, confused and upset. "what are you talking about? he's not even in the room. where is he?" i shake my head. "no, he is here. he is in the same room. just a little below." pop doesn't understand. he grips my arms and shakes me violently. "just show me him! what have you done?" i laugh in his face, cackling like a madman. "he's under the ground. i buried him; i'm going to bury him alive everyday, and you're never gonna see him." pop screams in horror, sinking to his knees and bawling whilst i continue to laugh. i'd feel a sense of great satisfaction and gratitude knowing my efforts paid off, knowing that i've cut off all sense of joy in this middle-aged bears life forever.

what

[squishyneet]

Lookism/HTF but realistic

Eugene setting up his face ID for his iPhone 13

Cap Guy taking off his cap to get a fancy haircut

Cap Guy doing daily stretches to become more flexible

Taehun going store to store to find jeans that fit

Taehun setting up his face ID for his iPhone X

Taehun practicing while he hears the printer/copier going off for like 30 minutes and all you can hear is thumps and whirring (bc of that one time he said he passed out 300 flyers)

Taehun having crusty ass feet bc he doesn’t use lotion and he’s always barefoot in the dojo

#lookism #how to fight #viral hit #taehun seong #taehoon seong #cap guy #yuseong #lookism eugene #lookism yujin #webtoon #manhwa #headcanons #realistic

[htfs-ranked-on]

htf and how a date they planned with their s/o would be?

(I'm here for one character <3)

cuddles: 100%, without a doubt, this is going to be an amusement park date. he spends most of the date trying to win stuffed animals from the games for his s/o, to varying degrees of success.

giggles: she's partial to the classic "dinner and a movie" date. she intentionally picks a horror movie so she can pretend to be scared and cling to her date's arm

toothy: he plans a picnic! he makes all the food himself, and the food is extra tasty because he made it with love :]

petunia: takes her s/o on a spa date! and i mean like a full, every luxury you can imagine spa trip

handy: his idea of a date is a lowkey night in where he treats his partner like royalty

nutty: he's an arcade guy! he's almost frighteningly good at getting tickets, and he spends at least half of them on prizes for his s/o

sniffles: stargazing date!! he brings a telescope and helps his partner find all the different planets and constellations

pop: bowling date :] he absolutely shreds at it and wins the whole time, but he's very sportsmanlike about it, and it honestly comes off as endearing

flaky: a movie night at home will do for them. something quiet where they don't have to worry about anything

mole: he's also a classic candlelit dinner type of guy. somewhere nice and classy, but not so fancy as to be stressful.

disco bear: he takes his partner out for a night on the town! he makes sure to hit the best dance spots in the area

russell: also a stargazer, but he brings his date out on the open water far from all the light pollution

lifty: he brings his partner out to spray paint buildings at night with him! they might have to run from the cops, but he'll make sure they don't get arrested. ends the night up on the roof of a building they had to trespass to get to. it's all pretty illegal, but it's fun nonetheless

shifty: he drives the van out to the nearest cliffsides so him and his date can watch the sunset with a good view :]

mime: another fan of amusement parks! similar to cuddles, he spends a lot of time trying to win prizes for his date, but he's WAY better at it

flippy: also big on picnics!! the food he packs leans sweet and sugary, a lot of comfort foods

lammy: a nice walk through the park would be the best bet for her!

splendid: you can't convince me that he doesn't do the classic superman "fly his love interest through the city" move. no doubt in my mind!

splendont: takes his partner up to somewhere way higher than practical for a regular person to reach, just to appreciate the view

#htf ranks #anonymous #this one was so much fun!! #ranked by character #romance ranks #mod's favorites

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

(HELLO, I'VE RETURNED-)

(Just an update on the designs jcbqwkfe-) (Ghost anon - You're just see-through and you float. Nothing fancy, didn't know what else to do.

Jellyfish anon- I have two design ideas, and am currently experimenting with them. You either get a jellyfish instead of a head, or are some amalgamation of half anon, half jellyfish.

HTF anon- Haha ok I had no idea what I was expecting when I went on the HTF wiki to find characters, and to say I was mortified would be an understatement. Dear STARS that show is dark and gore-y. Never again. Anyways, I found some character that looked nice enough [I think their name was "Flaky" or something???] and got the hell out of there :')

MWCT- Anon in a Monty hoodie. Yup. That's it.

Anon anon- Regular anon with a slightly smudged smiley face)

(If you don't see yourself here, that means I'm still working out your design! There's... a lot more of you than I originally thought, haha, and even the sketches are taking a long time. I thought I'd at least have a few done today, but then I remembered it was my birthday XD So there went that- But yeah.)

-Crumpet Anon

//Taking a break from the chaos, that's awesome!!! And happy birthday! I hope you had a great day!

Yeahhhh Happy Tree Friends is definitely a rabbit hole....a dark, gruesome, rabbit hole...//

#crumpet anon #asks #em speaks #mun speaks #ooc

[the-acid-pear]

My dream was very weird let me recall it as best as I can.

I remember being outside of a bar. I think I was L.L. because I spoke about being able to teleport. Some guys were ordering food and I was like nahh I'd go get some Winnie The Pooh sushi right now if I wanted... But the guy with me was like well go get that now. And I was like maybe but first I need to go to the bathroom ☹️. Two guys sorted me for some reason, I was barely walking bc i was pissing my pants so fucking bad, although earlier I had talked about having my period but when I went to pee w my weenie I started thinking of how weird that'd be for them (and fuck, even me) to understand. To pee, one of my friends ripped off one of the sink bowls (like those fancy bathrooms have, which was weird because the shop was some street food parlor falling apart) and was like Haha sorry, go ahead 😈 but I was like nah nah that'll be enough and I pushed it under the sink with my foot before unzipping and starting to pee on it. I remember being extremely flustered because I didn't want the others to see my dick, and I was also confused because I didn't know how to use one? Because this was a very fucking vivid dream.

No one said anything about my cock and I think we all left back to eat. All I remember about my Winnie The Pooh sushi is a vague figure drawn in yellow, some pile of green and a little black thing. But I didn't get to eat because I saw the old man was going to the bathroom so I rushed after him since, you know, we'd destroyed the fucking thing. Because I forgot for a second but fsr I left my cock hanging on a place similar to those were you place soap? It was a pretty good cock btw. Around 5-6 cm of length and maybe 3, 2.5 of girth? Like, measuring from the top, I don't have the resources to wrap a measurement tape around the cock in the bathroom BECAUSE...

Room was dark old man was very fucking old and first thing he did was nearly hit the sink and he laughed it off as I was like, literally grabbing my head. Because this was a fucking dangerous guy, right? This guy was serious business, we didn't wanna mess with him. So I stopped him on his tracks and after fumbling my way trying to grab a stick from the stick pile and a cloth I started washing the floor which I'm not too sure why was wet, our dirty aah shoes I suppose. And I did a shit job btw. Absolutely terrible. Old man stopped me and I was like fuck man I'm sorry it's so bad but he was like No no, this is good. He admired that I went off my way to prevent him from getting hurt and likely dying as any other idiot would've tried so he instead took me to the room nextdoor, his bedroom, and offered it as a place for me to stay.

Bedroom was a fucking mess, room had a yellow tint to it. Cracked walls, old thin bedsheets, old wood and old clothes, and the best part yet, when I leaned down for some reason I got a peek below the covers of... Black Homer Simpson. Which I soon got to see a better look of when the old man pulled off the cloth revealing Homer and I guess Bart, both black (racially ambaiguos...) and skinny to the bone, long dead, like they were two mummies. Homer's eyes were open but Bart's weren't. The old man explained the left bit of bed next to Bart was mine and the other bit of bed was his which is literally that one image I'll add afterwards.

Act 2

A big change happened after I left that place, because was I not only on a boat with a pack of criminals but I was also one of the racoon twins from HTF. I was significantly less evil than my brother and aside from real Luly watching this like a show wondering why no one shipped the racoon w the old man (now a sort of old mole, but not Mole just a similar look) (his name was alistor I think also?) I don't recall anything significant.

END OF ACT 2?

See this is where things get truly weird because I don't know when I stopped being the racoon. I remember travelling on that boat for a long time, going thru tunnels and docks but never got off until I was in this park. The park was full of humans with animals and some with babies. I don't know why we were there. Every dog we saw was big and aggressive, not outright attacking us but just letting us know a beast his size could crush us to a pulp. I suppose we were still animals.

Act 3

And it was when we were leaving that place I changed person once again, now I was this skinny blonde unassuming man, I think I was disabled too I couldn't really get words out and I just starred at people sort of confusing at everything. And I had a baby in my arms.

The baby was small, so fucking small. I could fit her in my palm, that's how tiny this baby was. And she was wrapped in a cloth. The place we were in looked like the inside of a train station. The baby was a normal size when I ran into her so called "father". He, also blonde but a more vibrant and orangey tone, I was an ashy platinum blonde, more of a square face, very manly and very European looking, started telling me to give him his baby back. He had a red university hoodie on and a turtleneck sweater peaking from underneath. I think his name was Thompson, or his surname. I really liked this baby and this guy was freaking me out and I had a vision. A memory, a flashback.

I was back in the boat. It was him and me, sitting alone in a long long table. There were no walls, it was like a train that boat of ours. A voice spoke from beyond, like a radio . "If you find Allis Calypso you have to kill him". Her words repeated in a cold manner. At the time of the dinner when I was still a raccoon I wouldn't have known it but know I did, this man in front of me trying to take this baby from me was Calypso.

And our clothes were different inside the boat, I believe we were pirates. All browns and dirty whites. His shirt was now washed pink as now he had what I can only assume was some fancy silverware, assuming by the sculpted handle, buried deep in the middle of his guts. He was a memory, he didn't react, he only fell over slightly. I started to run with the baby in my hands as the voice repeated "Just this once, you'll be forgiven. Now get out".

Act 4, final act

Now I was just running with this baby so small it got lost inside the cloth. The environment looked so familiar once more, like my very own. I knew I needed someplace for the baby, someplace to keep it safe and, hell, fucking feed lt. Baby was scarily quiet though.

I was lucky to run into a fence, tall metal one. I wasn't only scared for the baby, I was scared for myself. I had left my team behind, I had no weapons on me, and I was the most useless man they had, now on the run for murder. It was during this act someone called me Albert.

From outside the fence I saw two little kids playing, before what I can only assume was their mother came out. She was so fucking latina, she was a face I've seen so often. She had big eyes with thick kind of smudgy makeup, a teal tanktop barely covering her chest, fat as the rest of her (amen), and short jean shorts on top of flip flops. He hair was dyed, a shade darker than her skin, a vibrant brown color.

I don't even know if I said a world or if she simply started asking what was my problem and I showed the small child I was holding. She was like "y'know what? I'm still lactating (she used a different word) so just this once I'll help you".

We went to her room, it was amaizing. So familiar. She even had an old tv and a dvd player. Clothes everywhere, old messy bed, big window no curtains. She laid down in the bed, I just stood. She was beautiful, but I wasn't even remotely attracted to her. The thought only crosses my mind now as I'm awake. All I could think of was the baby in my arms.

She said she didn't cry, and for a second I feared she was dead, but soon she woke up and started kinda sobbing. She breastfed her, I didn't look.

I started thinking, should I stay here? The woman seemed already fond of my baby. I knew I couldn't take care of her. I didn't have any place left to go, either. Should I just leave the baby with her and run away? Wouldn't that be cruel? But I couldn't do or say anything. I just looked down as she gently cradled the baby in her arms, and before I knew I woke up, because the story ended there.

#luly talks #my dreams #super long one this is bc i took sleeping pills last night LMAO #in retrospective i think someone else handed me the bsby #i think we were doing that just exchanging shit. babies dogs who give a fuck. baby wanted to be with me tho so i took her. #it almost was liek she was reverting tho from a toddler to a fetus lmao #very fun shit it took me like an hour to write this whole thing down 😭😭😭

[eatsbop]

You as a Character in HTF

Your role will be..

(First letter of the title of the last song you listened to)

MC/protagonist - C, L, P, H

Antagonist - W, A, G, M

Deuteragonist/secondary main character - K, X, B, N

Love interest - R, F, T, Q

Confidant - J, I, V , U

Supporting/tertiary character - Y, S, E

The foil - O, Z, D

You'll be a Newtuber under..

(Last video you watched on Youtube)

XJ Company - food related, stuying/educational, tech/gadget related, animal video, asmr, news/political, celebrity related, drama/gossip, music/music related

Yoo Hobin Company - comedy, makeup/fashion, lifestyle/vlog, reviews, gaming, crafting/tutorial, self improvement, health/fitness, fancam

Non-streamer - I don't watch Youtube/I can't remember, other

Your fighting style is..

(Last candy you ate)

Taekwondo - bubblegum, cola flavor candy

Kyokushin - milk, custard

Judo - mint

Ju-jitsu - gummy, sour, jelly

Boxing - chocolate

Kickboxing - peanut butter, with nuts, chocolate with nuts

Wrestling - coffee, caramel, toffee, butterscotch

Ssireum - ginseng, ginger, throat medicine, matcha

MMA - berry/fruit flavor, yogurt flavor, with dried berry/fruit

Freestyle, good old bash and smash - just sweet, sugar flavor, honey, unconventional flavor (like squid or cheese), other, I hate candies/can't remember

Character you'll be initially shipped with..

(Something you must wear when going outside, besides the basics = clothes, shoes.. etc, mask is a basic wear, dude.. please wear a mask)

Seong Taehoon - watch

Ji Yeonwoo - earphones/headphones

Lee Dowoon - earring/s

Han Gyeoul - ring/s

Woo Jihyeok - eyewear that is not prescription

Han Wangguk - nose ring, eyebrow ring, lip ring.. bellybutton ring?

Yeo Rumi - necklace

Hwang Mangi - hair accessory, hair extensions, baseball cap, beanies, etc

Gaeul - a lucky charm

Baek Seongjoon - perfume

Lee Jinho - make up

Kim Munseong - bracelet, anklet

Choi Bomi - company/student id i guess??

Yoo Hobin - you just need your wallet, phone, keys, bus card.. anything besides clothes and shoes is an excess

Your "business partner / ride or die"..

(Second letter of the title of the last manga/manhwa/comic you read)

Yoo Hobin - V, X

Seong Taehoon - G, B

Ji Yeonwoo - C, W

Lee Dowoon - A, K

Han Gyeoul - P, Q

Woo Jihyeok - L, I

Han Wangguk - it has only one letter / it's a number or punctuation mark

Yeo Rumi - N, F

Hwang Mangi - D, U

Gaeul - Z, O

Baek Seongjoon - Y, T

Lee Jinho - S, J

Kim Munseong - M, H

Choi Bomi - E, R

Character who will have an unhealthy obsession with you..

(Type of curtain you have in your bedroom)

Yoo Hobin - stripe, polkadot, gingham

Seong Taehoon - blackout curtain

Ji Yeonwoo - insulated

Lee Dowoon - no window in your bedroom

Han Gyeoul - big prints

Woo Jihyeok - blinds

Han Wangguk - small prints

Yeo Rumi - lace, tulle, sheer

Hwang Mangi - maybe like a seashell curtain or bead curtain (i'm so scared of you, you're so fancy and accommodating)

Gaeul - cartoon/anime print

Baek Seongjoon - just white

Lee Jinho - you use a tarp lmao, no curtain, your window type doesn't need one

Kim Munseong - solid dark color

Choi Bomi - solid light color

Character who will have a huge wholesome crush on you..

(The last thing you read that is not a manga/manhwa/comic, or a tumblr post)

Yoo Hobin - bills, receipt, flyers, nice.. you scored some discount coupons, grocery receipt.. you know, it do be that way sometimes

Seong Taehoon - NPC dialouge, in-game chat box, discord chat

Ji Yeonwoo - textbook, assigned reading for a class, maybe the dictionary.. you need a nap

Lee Dowoon - work schedule, class schedule, to do list, emails, texts, alarm notifications/reminders, push notification.. yeah, take it easy man

Han Gyeoul -  twitter thread, youtube comment section, r/

Woo Jihyeok - product manual, product description, product label, reviews, 2 star, 5 star, don't buy this, i was scammed, recommended, critical reviews

Han Wangguk - song lyrics

Yeo Rumi - restaurant/cafe menu

Hwang Mangi - street sign.. a sign, any sign, give me a sign hit me baby one more time

Gaeul - anime/movie/etc subtitle

Baek Seongjoon - some kind of legal document, terms and conditions, a contract

Lee Jinho - a novel, just a book, a magazine

Kim Munseong - poetry

Choi Bomi - malware alert, other

Your archenemy..

(Last letter of the title of the last song you listened to)

Yoo Hobin - Y

Seong Taehoon - U, T

Ji Yeonwoo - G, Z

Lee Dowoon - J, N

Han Gyeoul - A, K

Woo Jihyeok - X, R

Han Wangguk - H, P

Yeo Rumi - O, I

Hwang Mangi - V, S

Gaeul - D, L

Baek Seongjoon - F, C

Lee Jinho - W, B

Kim Munseong - M, E

Choi Bomi - Q

Character you'll end up with..

(The month of your birthday + the date of your birthday = the number of seconds you need to count before taking a screenshot of this gif)

#viral hit #how to fight

[the-plague-to-end-all-plagues]

Hi there,

I wanted to ask about that fanart you drew for the Twin Peaks au, which HTF characters were you thinking would be in each role besides the ones you’ve shown? I’m genuinely curious now.

Boy, you got me rusty old gears turnin’!

I have forgotten a lot of the show and characters (didn’t even see season 3), but some choices seem fairly obvious. Cuddles would be Harry Truman, as Harry becomes Coop’s (Toothy’s) bestie and has fabulous hair - self-explanatory :D Their personalities would probably be switched, though, T being the reserved one and C the strange maverick. Flippy is Leland - also obvious. If we want to go deeper, the possessing spirit looking like him in this iteration could be explained by it gradually taking the shape of its corrupted host until it fully consumes them. Just spitballing here, lol. Lumpy is 100% Andy Brennan - he literally was a big dumb cop twice in HTF.

Petunia is Donna - Laura’s/Giggles’ best friend. I have no idea who would be Audrey, likely an OC is needed to fill that gap. A sultry little vixen or cougar would fit :) To follow the show, Maddie Ferguson, who was played by the same actress as Laura, would have to be a Giggles look-alike, just with glasses and dark hair, perhaps also darker fur. And fuck me, her horrific death would probably be just as traumatic in cartoon version. Just imagine the animation style and tone being serious when Flippy goes apeshit, good God.

Last but not least, Flaky is Annie, following the first image from the collection I posted. Shy, a bit odd, epic hair, and I soooort of ship her with Toothy on ocasion. She’d be targeted by Fliqpy/Bob for sure. He’d possess T to claim her, but not just for that reason, which leads us to...

...the Black Lodge - seems apt it’d have an equivalent too. It would be a literal, ancient beaver lodge but fancy and evil (also - I live for stupid puns); Toothy/Coop would have some ancestral connection to it cuz why not, and Fliqpy/Bob would wish to use his body/mind to control it.

The last bit is just pure pettiness on my part - Handy would be taking care of all things related to the sawmill (also being a beaver and all) and he would NOT put up with any of the pointless melodrama that happened there in Twin Peaks XD Maybe he and Toothy would be related and this location would also have more symbolic significance. I think that’s it.

You’re very welcome for this tysmic essay of a reply - you brought this on yourself XD I’m interested in your suggestions for characters and plot points/locations as well!

#happy tree friends #htf

[soranihimawari]

Vines that Bind

pairing: prince/royal! oikawa x sorcerer!reader

prompt inspiration

word count: 6k

rating: 17+ for suggestive content//OTF & Hanamaki T Fluff [[HTF]]

warnings: seijoh 4 described as knight, apothecary, prince, & cleric//scars, scarring// abandonment at an early age (oc, naran)

Outrage is the word of the day apparently. A royal is called forward by his father into his advisory court. The queen mother is away tending to her ailing sister this year, but considering this was a ‘needs to know’ case. A few knights who were read into the meeting details were charged with bringing the heir apparent to the chambers. Of course, his father sits at the helm explaining an invasion tactic he was known for. A problem learned and adapted by Cesar himself. There is a taboo subject that no one is willingly jumping toward, however it is plausible for those who are more logical thinkers to not catch the clues laid in front of the various maps. Five kingdoms which borders the outskirts of a mighty forest and bog area do not interfere with the happenings there, but when the prince walks by, his eyebrows raise since he had viewed it upside down. The king swings his arms like a child boisterous about his new treasure. 

“Boy, listen to me,” his father grips his son’s shoulders. “This forest here is where I first encountered a game of my own fancy. The knights and gameskeeper I had a terrific time trying to locate the owners of this land; it eventually became an annual skills test among our neighbors under the guise of founding the lands which eventually developed into the kingdom.”

“We already know this father,” the son proclaims, glancing back at the map. He sees the angle and now a supposed path makes itself known just to him, so he tries to memorize the path the best he can. “So what do you propose I do?”

The old man laughs heartily as do some of the higher ranking knights stating that in three days' time, his son is tasked with an exploration detail comprising three people: an apothecary, a clerical healer, his knight in arms, and well, himself. 

“Small and efficient,” the son says when he kneels in front of the king at the next court proper when his mother had sent word of her return. 

“Indeed,” the king’s adviser whispers something into his father’s ear before nodding. “I shall allow it, but wait until your mother returns so she may send you off with an embrace.”

“Hai,” the son stands and bows. He blends into the background after the official announcement has been made, a ton of women flock to the bachelor’s side praising him in illustrious wonder. The prince thinks about bedding which one and in order too, but alas his knight and charge guard escorts him elsewhere away from the girls who frown. 

“You know better than to be fucked right before a battle,” the captain scolds.

“Aww, c’mon, at least I remember to show up to the sparring grounds,” the prince jokes. “‘Sides, I already have my father's blessing to go on this campaign, what more do I need?”

“A brain,” the lieutenant says, joining them before snickering with the captain. The prince pouts before the trio chooses to play a party game.

His mother had come home to a man and a father before her boy left for this expedition. She cups her son’s face and bids his good luck. Later on, once the prince had retired to his chambers, the queen mother storms back and forth crossing the bed where her husband lays upon.

“You’re mad sending the heir into that place,” she is apprehensive. “You know my brother and father had lost their lives protecting your foolish father.”

“Darling,” the king sighs. “The boy needs to learn to take risks if he were to be king.”

“Risk his life? For a mad king so close to losing his mind?”

“No. Not for me.”

The gears in the queen mother’s head come to a grinding halt. Of all nineteen years her son had walked amongst this earth, she gives her husband a rightful slap saying it’s incredibly naive to think their son would have blindly gone on an expedition to find love. Well, if it’s any indication of what the king had proposed, this was indeed a mad task indeed to teach his son about the meaning of sacrifice. 

“You worry too much, come wife,” he tries to be sweet to her. 

“I am the heir’s mother, of course I worry…”

Day 2 of the Prince’s Journey:

During a routine stop, the horses were brought to a stream by a thicket. The prince was enjoying an apple he had plucked from a tree earlier that morning while going over the plans of the surveyed areas thus far. The trip is supposed to take ten days. Four of which were meant for travel. The other six, much like what he had begun to do, was for research purposes. The apothecary took samples from plants and other berries that grew around them. Eventually as the sun moved across the sky, the knight who had traversed these parts before last hunting season makes it a point to say they ought to make it to the next checkpoint where a clearing was conveniently located. A five hour ride has the men chase nightfall and only stop a few stones throw away from the clearing. The prince is told to stand aside until the knights with him have deemed it safe several moments later. Once the fire and meat stew had been eaten, the tarps are lain down and the young men talked about their aspirations all because one prince was curious to learn about his company a bit more. 

“And you, your highness?” the apothecary’s gruff voice cuts through the chuckles. “What tales do you have about women sneaking out of your quarters?”

“A kitchen maid said she found you in a state of undress just last week,” the cleric blushed at the comment he made.

“How would you know?” the prince sits up aghast. 

“Confession is still a rite I tend to, prince.”

He laughs and the prince, blushing profusely, says his good nights. True, the kitchen aid did catch him in a state of undress, but it was because he had thought it was the tailor who was scheduled to arrive promptly after breakfast. 

Day 4.5 further north:

Perhaps his forefathers were wrong to tamper with this veil of vines. A volcanic like area filled with graying ash and hardened earth from eons ago has some signs of vibrant plant life. The apothecary consults his books, the cleric, his texts. High above the four birds flap their wings in the desolate land. 

“I do not like this,” the knight says. “We could be ambushed at any moment.”

A stone is picked up by the winds and is heard tumbling away. It is enough for the Prince’s horse to be quite disturbed, though the beat calms down thanks to its rider. 

“Do you think we are being watched?” The young man asks his guard.

“Perhaps it's best we keep moving,” the knight states. 

An arrow this time is heard whistling through the arid landscape seconds later. It does not injure anyone, but the horses buck and whinny and none of the riders can quell their distress. 

“Did anyone see where it came from?” the prince quickly regains his mind for a moment. Anything could happen here, they could die and no one would know what had transpired; blaming circular paths meant to lose feeble minded enemies thus making them lost wandering souls for eternity. 

“I did,” a voice soothing as the sea makes its owner's presence known. Cloaked in a peculiar shade of blood orange, their face remains hidden as their hand picks up the arrow. As if raised by dancers, the stranger moves their hand to manifest a glass bow and thus the archer sends the arrow back to its sender.

“You should run now princeling,” the orange cloaked figure warns the trespassers, patting the horses’ neck. One does bray before galloping past, carrying the knight further East, the others follow. 

The figure retreats sits atop the hardened volcanic stone, angry their apparent dumb luck had given the company enough proof the forest is alive. Sighing they depart wondering how they’re going to explain to you, a founder, a prince might have seen them in the volcano.

“Sire, Naran came back,” an older woman stated. She was the head housekeeper of your estate and though she finally had come to terms with you wearing comfortable attire, the robe did little to hide your curves. 

“What news do they have about the riders?” You inquire. 

Naran is seen pulling back their hood. A large raven is perched on the sill as you expectantly listen to your scout’s story. 

“The princeling donned ice blue, the knight’s sigil a flower from the desert, an apothecary was with them as was a man of the cloth,” the orange fabric kneels as they recounted more about the exchange. 

“I see,” your eyes scan the room. “And tell me, did you lead them here? Can you be sure of that?”

“Yes, your eminence. I did.”

“Good. Well, you heard Naran,” you make a circle in the air with your fingers. “Time to have some fun with these invaders.”

The housekeeper just smiles and nods as she and Naran exit together to spread word of the most elaborate game to be had. No one has come this close to reaching this oasis in the forest in nearly a century, so of course it was a welcome change to the rather hidden kingdom. 

Galloping horses eventually do run out of stamina, be it as it may, the knight’s horse had driven them way off course. The prince grabs hold of his friend’s reins to have the horse stop all together. The cleric and apothecary are not far behind. 

“The hell just happened captain?” The prince is highly displeased at almost losing a friend and though he doesn’t say it, the knight knows his prince like a brother. 

“We got bested by a cloaked hunter,” the cleric suggests. The apothecary shakes his head.

“We didn’t get bested,” the apothecary reasons. Their prince, still holding the reins in one hand, returns them back to the rightful owner after more nonsense is spewed. 

“Doesn’t matter now,” the prince sighs, rubbing his temple. “We’re too far off course for the maps to be useful. Any suggestions on navigating us back to the clearing?”

Hours left in the day were spent either making marks in trees or collecting any other signs of valuable life but with evening approaching, the four men drew stems to deal with the order of keeping watch. 

“What are you lot doing?” a familiar voice startles them all. An orange fabric weaves past the knight. They grab his chin much like a lover would, shaking his head this way and that to see if any injuries had made itself seen. “Aw, why the long faces? I didn’t mean to get you lost, honest.” 

“And you make a fool out of a trained guard, are you happy now?” the apothecary speaks up. 

“No, he’s not really my type,  medicine man,” the fifth person states. “But you might be.”

The prince chuckles. 

“Oh, right,” a rolled scroll with a wax seal none of them recognize is pulled from the cloak’s sleeve. “My master comes with a message: glad tidings to you all. I am sending you my most formidable baron to guide you back to our lands. From what I understand this was an error in my judgment, but since you come from afar, I shall hope you will accept an offer of lodging? Have Naran here show you the way. We can discuss routes for you to return when you arrive.” 

The sporting crown the royal wears is adjusted by his hands before shrugging his shoulders making a comment about how much more lost can they become? The cleric sides with the knight in terms of thinking it could be a trap, but if it were, the apothecary surmises they would have already been dead; Naran arches an eyebrow them all saying they were a weird bunch saying your name by accident.

“Who is ‘yn?’” The prince pressures Naran to describe their master as one who is refined, but a bit crass when it comes to speaking with handsome strangers. 

“Ever heard the phrase, flattery gets you nowhere?” the prince’s sarcasm makes the lot laugh, Naran included. 

“So, are you with me or not?” Naran stifles their laughter just as quickly as the others do.

Meanwhile you have two of your maids and one butler in your office choosing a casual outfit to wear in the court to welcome your guests. Your hair is loosely tied when a raven flies to its perch cawing affectionately as your servants try to spruce your features a bit. Surely you were handsome and beautiful to some, but alas a facial scar from a childhood accident seemed to have been a convincing reason to not keep a lover for long. You’re used to spending such time alone, much to the dismay of the advisors in your care. Alas, you too were lacking in a lesson on love, so maybe listening to Naran pitch this plan on a night when you weren’t really listening, you blindly agree. Now you’re stuck making amends to a pretty powerful bunch of players in a kingdom who at one point, had been obsessed in conquering this land. 

The herald announces the arrival of Naran as you enter the throne room. You stand behind a wooden chair when Naran speaks your name clear as day. 

“Hello Naran,” your voice is solid like iron, but when the others with your scout bow as they were taught, you tell them to relax and stand as they please. Naran steps aside as you settle in your chair, curious as to why the lads stare at your physique. Then you recall who was in charge of your wardrobe this hour and you curse them out in your head. Naran knows you hate dressing up in fanciful attire if it is not necessary, but seeing you in your family’s regalia made you seem a bit rigid. You and your scout exchange a series of phrases with just your eyes before you blink past Naran’s shoulder. They whisper the titles of the men visiting and out of keeping civility, you ask their identities aloud. “Who are your friends?”

The men take turns, first starting with the cleric, Mattsukawa, the apothecary, Hanamaki,  the knight, Iwazumi, and lastly the prince who just coyly keeps his family’s name out of your ears. 

“It has been quite some time since we received company from Seijoh,” you tilt your head to one side. “Last time we did, I probably met your nanny boy.” 

Naran chuckles at your joke, saying you must be exhausted from using your energy to uphold the secrets of this ancient place. You remind your scout they are friends regardless of who had sent them here. 

“My father,” the prince blurts out. 

“Hmm?” You raise a hand to stop anyone else from speaking. “Go on princeling. Explain your answer.”

He readjusts his stance, wondering how to approach this problem without so much as causing more offense toward you or your people for that matter. 

“It was a test,” he balls his hands into fists. They rest on either side of his torso by his pants pockets. “An old practice to teach the heir apparent the value of—”

“Combat, knowledge, religion, country, and correct me if I’m wrong,” You rise out of your chair and lock eyes with the young man not much older than you. “Love?” 

Naran sits at the top of the stairs where you stand in front pondering what to say next, but alas you instead dismiss the others in the room not visible to everyone else until they move. 

“What an interesting ruler you’ll make,” you observe. “Naran, I’m sure these travelers have had much excitement for one day. Have Aoi show them to their room. You stay a while longer there, prince. Don’t worry guard, he’ll join you soon. I just wanted to converse more. Is that a crime?”

“If you kill him it is,” Naran teased.

“I will do no such thing,” you say matter of fact. “He reminds me of my first friend outside these walls: back then he was a prince too. I’m glad I met his grandson though.”

As you were left alone, you let him guess what you are. He named monsters from the musical to the divine. You tell him he is half right.

“An Immortal?” 

“To a degree, sir. I came to be when magic was dying, the enchanted ones were driven out not only your kingdom, but the allies you have as well. Those who had many family afflictions cured by my kind chose to leave and live here too in case their children or children’s children developed any newer ailments.” 

“And yet you’ve seen them born and die?”

You nod. “Life and death are a part of being mortal.”

“May I ask something?” 

You can tell he is thinking of way to not come across as rude when he asks the former.

“Hmm?”

“Who gifted this to you? This title? This land?” 

Watching your expression go through complex emotions, you bite your bottom lip when you lean back. 

“I won’t judge your answer,” he whispers. 

You make it a point to say that he might, but he keeps an open mind. Maybe an open heart too if you were to ask the butler in the room (old man had heard this story before even as a child when you told him the same answer). 

“No one. I found it myself. The land was sad so I helped it grow, people joined me, then they just started calling me King. I don’t know what to tell you.”

The prince holds your hand saying it’s alright; he apologizes for prying, but he was curious as to how you maintained tranquility. Your response makes his heart flutter a bit: “because spent being angry is pointless in the long run. time spent learning about the accuser and the accused softens the punishment, don’t you agree?”

Both of you talk for a little while longer until he attempts to stifle his exhausted expression more. You make a sign for one of the butlers tending to a rip in the curtain wall behind where the prince and you chat on the grand staircase, your throne abandoned, to escort the prince to the room the others were in. 

Contrary to popular belief, but much to the relief of the other men, the room was quite large. It was a suite with enough material accommodations for them. There were spare tunics, silken rags to bathe and dry themselves with, refreshments born from the gardens under their balcony. Honestly, having your cousin’s room facing the gardens be kept clean on a constant basis had paid off. When the prince returns the others are fast asleep. The fire still burns its embers while he finds a seat on the nearest chair and there he finds sleep. 

The morning star wakes him with a blinding purpose. There are notes from his men saying breakfast was delayed since even Naran had some trouble waking their host. The prince laughs quietly to himself reflecting on the conversation he held with you. Conversation with you is easy, his thoughts wander around how effortless it was to be himself. You weren’t some unchecked ruler, no. You had your own ideas you abide by, and you obtained peace as best you could—you tried to cure ailments of your subjects' children when they first settled in this realm. You truly were an altruistic person. Maybe you were meant to be found, neither by his grandfather nor his father, he muses as he picks up the tunic and slips it over his body. Shaking his head with a short chortle, he fastens his crown on his head and asks the staff to point him in the direction of the dining hall. As he walks there, the reality sets in as he remembers today is the day they are scheduled to make their way back home. 

Although you were the last to arrive ten minutes later, you apologize for not being punctual hence your rushed attire. A ribbon in your hair is twisted down and behind an ear. Today, you look a bit like a warrior, though you did explain you have a sparring session with Naran later. 

“Great with a bow, but yn’s more skilled with a blade,” Naran blows you a kiss. You share the same look of disgust as the man on your left, the knight. Although, in an odd turn, you see the apothecary and cleric flirt with Naran in front of the cut fruits on the table. Silly shapes and all, Naran says the apothecary intrigues them with talks of visions being had by a specific fungus called “mushroom.” 

You nearly choke on your laughter when the prince scolds his men, who just laugh it off. 

“Naran, did you have some before coming here?” you asked in between wiping your tears from laughing too hard.

“Nope, but they’re in my room,” they reply. 

“Is there an antidote?” you turn to apothecary who says it’s best to let the affects runs its course. “Listen here you Puck, Naran is already who they are, it might be best to take those back and give them something a bit more…how do I say this?”

“Pointy,” Naran offers, mentioning they are an archer by trade. 

“Or why not give the ones that don’t produce hallucinations?” The knight offers a strict, but fair compromise. 

“Very well,” Naran pouts. The apothecary nods approvingly. 

“You, cleric,” you put down your bread before handing it to him. “Care to lead the meal with a sense of grace? I’m sure you can tell we aren’t tied to one faith.” 

Suffice to say breakfast was quite an interesting hour. You send word to the stablehand to ready their horses not long after. 

“You have quite a journey ahead of you,” you explain. 

The others understably agree as they go to pack their things. The satchels they had were replenished and also additional sacks with various proof of their exploration here make their way into those. 

Naran makes a generous offer to ride with them when they are outside the initial gates of your estate, “only if my master rides alongside us.” 

Though the others think Naran is good enough, you concede and concur, mentioning it’s been a good while since you rode. Naran fetches the orange coat while a maid brings you your riding cape. The other two additional steeds are brought round, along with the raven from your room. 

“Aramis,” you nod to the bird who flies ahead just as you mount your horse. “Go tell your brothers to grant us safe travels.”

“The sigil of our people,” Naran explains as the bird takes flight high above, cawing out to its family. 

The knight leads the way and you fall

In line with the others. Naran does a final once over before picking up the reins. 

Upon arriving to the clearing from before, the horses fall into a steady trot. Naran tells jokes that even make the cleric blush. You’re curious if perhaps the peaceful days of the past are circling back; you keep the thought buried in the corners of your mind. The knight and his prince went to go procure a boar for tonight’s roast, you were busy setting up camp and instructing the apothecary to find decent herbs: “take naran with you, they know the ones that would not kill you.” 

A few beats of silence follows after their abrupt departure. You’re left with the cleric, it was time for a high holy discussion. 

“Mattsukawa,” you drop the formalities along with the octave in your voice. You sound monotonous as the stilling air around the field. He hums post arranging the stones for the roasting spot before giving you his undivided attention. 

“Tell me the truth: does his Majesty, the king, truly believe in making his son learn these lessons regardless of the consequences?”

“…perhaps,” the man resides. He studies your movements, weary of the nature of the sudden change in your rather fluid demeanor. “Why do you ask?”

“Because of those the princeling rides with, you are weary of me and Naran.”

“Wouldn’t you be if you were us?” 

“No.”

“How peculiar. Tell me are all your subjects this naive?”

“Just the ones that are shy of turning a century.”

It takes a second for the cleric’s face to morph into a mysterious mix of confusion, wonder, and awe. 

“Magic is dying,” you explain with a fond smile. “My subjects’ kin are finding homes in the surrounding kingdoms though they know they are welcomed back to keep up appearances with old friends. Naran hasn’t left though they dream of exploring the world outside these lands the staff in the estate choose to stay because it is tradition, though I tell them I’ll be fine on my own.” 

“But…?”

“I don’t want them to love their lives for the sole purpose of keeping a half-immortal company,” you cross your arms over your chest. “So, what do you recommend, holy man?”

He instructs you to sit down as he gives you the clerical answer versus his opinion. Five minutes is dedicated to each and essentially you take the core lesson of one and the message of the other to yield your answer: “do what makes you stand with pride.”

“You are wise,” you hide your laughter with, hand over your mouth. 

“Thank you,” he replies, taking a short walk to relieve himself in a thicket out of your line of sight. Only to be caught by the knight and the heir apparent. The young men whistle and catcall the already embarrassed cleric who in turn waves a hand exposing an offensive finger at them. You hear the commotion only to join in the ruckus of the other two; Naran eventually comes back with the apothecary carrying several herbs and berries. The slain boar was substituted for a stag instead. You ask Naran for their dagger and you begin to clean the animal. Naran watches before they join in skinning the carcass and finally rubbing the herbs and spices on the outside. The organs were tossed out all but the heart and the brain for a rite of thanks led by the scout who recites it in the ancient language of your people. 

You clap your hands over the stone ring and the brush and debris there spat and hissed until the first red flower blossomed into a mighty ivory and sapphire flame. 

“Sorcery? You can do that?” the prince stares mystified at you. If he was falling in love, he doesn’t let it bubble to the surface at all; rather, he coughs into his hand when you lean in a bit only to have him repeat his previous statement. 

“My lord, haven’t you heard?” Your voice hides the ghosts of your ancestors with such ease. “Sorcery had been outlawed for centuries. You have your forefathers to thank for that.”

“If I offended you, I’m sorry,” he whispers, clasping your shoulders.

“Sorry isn’t going to bring back our loved ones from the gallows or the guillotine,” you explain. “But kindness amongst strangers is a good place to start.”

“Prince Oikawa is not quite well read in knowing his family’s history,” the knight speaks. “There is an age restriction on his history lessons until his formal announcement as ‘heir apparent.’”

“You could ask either of us any time,” Naran says, attempting to soothe any other wounds. “YN isn’t the only one who lost people.”

Naran’s stiff smile matched your dropping shoulder when you went to rotate the stick where the legs of the stag were bound. 

“Then are you two orphans?” the apothecary inquires much to the dismay of his brethren. The others apologize for his bluntness, but you rub off the paste your maids placed in your face revealing the harsh scar on a rather pristine face. 

“Abandoned and left for dead,” you said. “Mountain cats are quite strong, but I’m quicker.”

You pretend you don’t hear the gasp the prince elicits; it’s not his fault. Truly, he knew of the scars that can happen in battle, his uncles had told him once, even his own father had a few from winning the affections of his mother when the pair were younger. His dark candied eyes were taught not to stare at the deformity, but if his subconscious were to speak his mind, it would say something foolish like, ‘you’re very brave, showing your real face to us,’ or, ‘you’re still thousands of souls prettier than the last one to share my bed was.’ This was dangerous territory for the prince’s heart to be in, even the knight, his appointed best friend since boyhood glances from one royal to the other, residing his opinions to himself for who is he to stand in the way of how they are magnetically linked. 

“And you?” the knight asks instead, looking past Naran’s shoulder when they spot a familiar blooming bush in the distance.

“Sold for bread after my father couldn’t pay his gambling debts,” Naran laughs. “Silly man thought my life was cheaper than wheat. Does that surprise you?”

The young men shake their heads, but the apothecary speaks up before grabbing Naran’s hand: “he shouldn’t have wagered something so priceless.”

“Hanamaki, you forget people are greedy for the smallest things,” Naran scoffs. “As long as my siblings were fed, what our father did can only be forgiven once he arrives in the afterlife.”

“So, don’t give us your pity,” you stand up straighter now after rotating the stick once more. “We’re a little too familiar with each other; we might as well be extended family—thrice removed.”

This comment makes the cleric laugh a bit and the knight stares at you in bewilderment. You touch your cheek a bit saying you think you had an aunt who might have fallen into the matriarchal role in the knight’s heritage. “She had skin kissed by the sun gods themselves and eyes the color of the stems, so yes, totally plausible, Honorable Iwazumi.”

Erupting in a fit of chuckles, you let the underside of the beast cook a little longer. The herbs that were gathered started to waft through the air whetting the pallets of  the riders finding solace in one another. More stories were told about each other, like the time when the knight was but a squire and he had been tasked with not losing the prince in the night market in fear he’d be abducted into a harem– The fire spits and sputters as a few droplets of the venison’s fat drops into the hearth. You relinquish the cooking of the beast to the men who have slain it, making it a point you haven’t learned to properly cook that particular meat yet. The cleric whom you exchanged words with sits with you on a medium sized boulder after tending to the resting horses a few paces away. 

“You didn’t have to go that far,” he bows his head. His hands want to steady your trembling ones. 

“Yes I did,” you study your riding boots for a moment. “I don’t want him to return back home without a lesson in learning to differentiate between fascination and love.”

“You fear the future king loves you?”

When you don’t say anything, the cleric pats the back of your hand resting on your knee. 

“Give him time to sort it out. He’ll be asking more important queries of the scholars and his tutors when he arrives home,” is all the holy man says with a gentle squeeze of your fingers. “But if he would quit staring daggers into my chest, I would have no problem taking you in if you ever need an out, gorgeous.”

He stands, bows his head respectfully, and then walks back to the group. A cleric, who has taken his vows in learning a plethora of rites, has come to comfort you and how your heart races because when you return to the hearth, you see what those storybooks reveal in time: the look of a man in love is light chasing fireflies in the night; his face will be aglow with admiration for his love to endure throughout time. And it was that night you decided to turn a blind eye to what would transpire.

After you had said your evening salutations and ate your fillings, you informed Naran that they should go to bed soon. Well, you did mention to make it count, so the young scout decides with a small smile turning round to face the already sleeping apothecary, a rather intimate sleeping arrangement.

“Just don’t be too loud,” you warn before seeing your best friend skip off into the night. The quarters of the way there, they turn around to tackle you with a hug whispering for you to secure your happiness. You watch as Naran eventually wakes Hanamaki with a start, only for him to welcome their presence. 

“You’re staring,” a voice startles you and you jump back. Though you are prepared to trip on a branch, you realize it’s not one at all, however the owner of the voice which had startled you steadies you with his arms wrapping around your middle for balance. Closing your eyes in a half-wince, you see a flash of bronze atop a set of dessert-inspired hair. 

“Didn’t mean to give you a fright,” he chortles. “Honestly, I thought you heard me through the trees.”

 The prince sets you back upright with an embarrassed expression. Both of you attempt, poorly mind you, to look elsewhere. Your hair is a bit disheveled hiding the scars from the claws of your past, but when quaint and quiet, ‘may i?’ is heard from the gentleman on your side, you do not stop his hand from turning your chin to face him. Your eyes have trouble focusing with how close he is leaning over you. He is curious in the way his fingers gingerly trace over the lines on your face, but he does take care to tread lightly until the ministrations subside minutes later. 

“You’re staring,” your lips downturn until they pout at him. 

“You’re worth my undivided attention,” he smiles when his forehead touches yours. 

“If you don’t move first, I might have to be bold,” your lips hover over his cupid’s bow, sliding your hands up to feel the fabric of his gifted clothing. 

“You can tease me,” breathing the same air with you is driving his heart mad. Mad enough for him to press his lips against yours. His other hand slides to the side of your head, brushing strands behind your ear. The one that had traced your scars moves further southward, tugging your waist forward. Your hands themselves tug on his tunic, for him to stay in place. You can feel his pursed lips curve higher into a smile and you reciprocate almost immediately. 

“Say you’ll be mine,” he presses kisses between your facial features when he grants you a moment to breathe. Peppering kisses down your neck, he asks you again, the words fan across your pulse point when you hear yourself give him a disillusioned answer.

“Mmhm,” his lips stop bruising the space below your ear and neck for a moment as he lifts his head to take a peek at the blush the moon highlights for you both. You don’t even have the heart nor the willpower to tell him you can’t leave the forest when he reaches the border of his kingdom where he first entered. Naran can’t either, you realize, so you lie again.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll have me,” you return his affections, eager to enjoy his company. I’ll be yours so long as you tell me you love me.

“Then hold on to me,” his voice uplifts your spirits as he does pick you up in a swift motion, causing you to do just that. Twirling you around his forehead teases your temples with a warmth which resides in your souls. It goes without saying, tomorrow’s light will bring heartbreak most foul. And when it does, the prince chooses his heart over his station much to the surprise of the butler who guides him to the solarium.

“Is the tea rea—Tooru?” you stand abruptly, knocking the chair completely backwards, when you round your desk.

“Yes,” he pats down his hair.

“You’re late,” you state, cupping his face.

“Five years, five or take.”

“Blink of an eye for me.”

His laughter is more mature, his features more angular. You make a snide remark about his hair being cut when you remove your hands from his face and place them on either shoulder.

“You don’t hate it?” his lips jut into a feign pout.

“No, I don’t,” you shake your head. His arms wrap around your waist bringing you a half step closer.

“I know this is delayed, but I think you deserve a break,” he has a mischievous need to satisfy a different fire this time. You dismiss the servants for the day until nightfall.

When the head of housekeeping passes by the solarium, the older governess blushes profusely when she hears your voice cry out a name everyone ought to get used to hearing.

And as for Naran and the apothecary Hanamaki? They did always mention they wanted to build a business together at the marketplace selling rare flowers as basis for healing salves. Eventually the cleric too joins them in blessing the herbs they create with a new science called alchemy; Iwazumi gives himself another year of training the newly knighted men before permanently retiring in the estate where his best friends are busy preparing for a union ceremony.

#royalty au! #haikyuu fluff #sora after hours #sorcerer!reader x prince!oikawa