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psychic-pigeons · 2 days

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hey if you write a pattern for the chilchuck amigurumi I will buy it instantly

ive gotten multiple asks about this, so ill just answer them all here in one go.

i wrote down everything while i was working on it, but i theres some stuff that i would do diffrently and i also didnt take a lot of process pics so it wont be a full proper pattern for those reasons, but ill add all that i have under the cut!

i dont want any compensation, but if you wanna do me a favor you can donate to esims for gaza, unrwa, any of these gefundme's, or another trusted charity of your choice.

now to the pattern! i would love to see the results of anyone making a squeakychuck, feel free to tag or dm me :)

the dimensions of this depend on the size of ur squeaker and yarn, i had a 4ish cm squeaker and somewhat thick 4/8 cotton yarn (kinda 6/8ish thickness). depending on ur yarn and squeaker u might need to follow a different pattern for the body.

if youre using a different body base pattern, the tunic and blouse pattern are pretty easily adjustable. ill add some notes for that at those sections of the pattern. ill also link some videos i used at relevant sections.

if theres an Action store near where u live, see pic below for the yarn i used for the skin, reddish brown, black and light brown. i got 3 of these but 2 packs was enough. the dark brown and creme were from my stash. i also got the squeaker from a donut dog toy from Action.

abreviations list (all in us terms):

mr = magic ring sc = single crochet hdc = half dubble crochet slst = slipstitch ch = chain bobble = 5 double crochet in one stitch BLO = back loop only FLO = front loop only

what you need:

-skin color of choice yarn -creme/white yarn (normal for body, thin for blouse) -greyish creme (for boot flaps) -black yarn -dark brown yarn -light brown yarn -reddish brown yarn -green yarn -4 tiny buttons (for arm joints) -cardboard (for shoe sole -3.5mm hook -squeaker -needlefelt needle -stuffing -stitchmarker (optional, i always mark the first stitch of the round)

once again disclaimer, this is not a propper pattern, this is just what i wrote down while i was crochetting. it may not nessecarily be the best way to do it. i wanted most clothes to be removable, but you have to partially disassemble the doll if you want to remove them. if you dont like how something looks or works ur free to do whatever you want. big fan of fucking around and finding out personally.

if you have any questions feel free to dm me, might take me a while to reply though.

SQUEAKY CHUCK PATTERN 3.5mm hook

head (skin)

r1: sc 6 in mr r2: (inc) x6 r3: (sc 1, inc) x6 r4: (sc 2, inc) x6 r5: (sc3, inc) x6 r6: (sc4, inc) x6 r7: (sc 5, inc) x6 r8-15 : sc 42 r16: (sc 5, dec) x6 r17: (sc 4, dec) x6 r18: (sc3, dec) x6 r19: (sc2, dec) x6 r20: (sc 1, dec) x6 r21: sc 12 slst, fasten off

ears x2 (skin)

r1: sc6 in mc r2: (inc) x6 r3: (sc, inc) x6 r4-6: sc 18 r7: dec 9. slst fatsen off.

Body - leg up (skin, black, thick creme)

start with skin

r1: ch 6, inc in 2nd, sc 3, 4inc, sc 3, inc r2: inc 2, sc 3, inc 4, sc 3, inc 2 r3: inc 3, sc 5, inc 6, sc 5, inc 3 r4: BLO sc in all r5: sc 3, dec 2, sc 3, dec 2, sc 6, dec 2, sc 3, dec 2, sc 3 r6: sc 1, dec, sc 4, dec 6, sc 4, dec, sc 1. r7: sc 6, dec 3, sc 6 stuff -r8 dec, sc in all

change color to black [color change video]

r9-23: sc in all 1st leg: fasten off

2nd leg [joining legs video]:

r24: sc7, ch 1, sc join in 1st leg after last sc, sc13, sc1 in visible v loop of ch1, sc 7 r25: sc7, sc 1 in remaining v loop of ch1, sc21 r26-31: sc 28 r32: sc 7, change color to creme/white, slst 1, sc 20 r33-35: sc 29 r36: (sc 8, dec) x3 r37: (sc7, dec) x3 r38: (sc6, dec)x3 add squeaker r39: sc21 r40: (sc 5, dec) x3 r41-42: sc18 r43: (sc 1, dec) x6 fasten off

Arms (skin, dark brown)

i made the arms movable with button joints, but after looking at some videos i discovered that what i did is not called a button joint and i dont have a video explaining it, so i hope this drawing helps.

the red bits are the buttons inside of the arms and body, and the thread (blue for clarity, i matched it w the skin) should be pulled tight and finished off with a double or tripple knot inside the body.

or you could just sew on the arms that also works. but wait with doing that until youve finished the blouse as the hands dont fit through the sleeves. i have a seperate section on assembly at the end of the pattern.

start with skin

r1:sc6 in mc r2: inc x6 r3(sc, inc)x6 r4 : sc 18

change color to brown

r5: sc 18 1st arm r6: sc 3, bobble, sc 14. 2nd arm r6.2: sc 14, boble, sc 3 [i matched the top loop to the bobble color but i think it would look better if u didnt] r7: sc 18 r8: (sc 4, dec)x3 r9: (sc 3, dec)x3 r10 sc12

color switch to skin (you might want to do this a round earlier, i didnt initially plan on making the gloves flared, and this color change part can sometimes be seen and look kinda weird)

r11-14: sc 12 r15: (sc4, dec)x2 r16-19 : sc 10 r20: (sc3, dec)x2 r21: sc8 insert button joint r28: (sc2, dec)x2 slst, sew shut

glove flare (dark brown)

r1: ch 15, slst join LONG TAIL r2: (sc4, inc)x3 r3: sc4, inc, sc8, inc, sc 4 r4: sc 2, slst fasten off sew 2 rows below thumb bobble

boots (light brown, dark brown, greyish creme) [video]

these are removable but they dont go on easily, so you gotta patiently massage the feet in there.

start with light brown

ch 7, start in 2nd from hook: r1: sc 5, 3inc, sc 4, inc r2: inc, sc 4, inc 3, sc 4, inc 2 r3: inc, sc 5, hdc inc 7, sc 5, inc 2 r4: slst fasten off. sew in holes/tails, fray ends for flat gluejob. trace onto cardboard for sole.

switch color to dark brown

r1: BLO join slst, BLO sc in all r2-3: sc in all glue in sole r4: sc 8, dec 5, sc 12 r5: sc 7, dec 4, sc 10 r6: sc7, dec2, sc 10 r7-10: sc in all

switch color to greyish creme

r11-12: sc in all r13: slst, FLO sc in all r14-16: sc all slst fasten off

flip the greyish creme flap over.

blouse (thinner creme)

this is a standard raglan pattern, if you need the whole thing bigger/smaller you need to have more/less chains at the beginning. this change also carries over to the collar. the increases are evenly spaced for me, and unless your doll has a very broad chest this shouldnt have to change.

if the arms need more space you need to either add more rows to the r3-7 part and/or add more chains in r8 (this part should fit pretty sugg around the body)

i was experimenting a bit w using BLO to minimize the gap where the sleeve and body seperate (r8). it worked p good but you can ignore it if you dont understand it and just sc in all.

r1: ch24, slst join. r2: (sc 5, inc) x4 r3-7: inc in first of previous inc. last row should have 10 sc between increases. r8: sc5, blo sc 1, ch 5, blo sc join in 1st of next inc, sc 11, blo sc1, ch5, blo sc join in 1st st of next inc, sc 5 r9: sc6, blo sc 1, sc 5, blo sc1, sc11, blo sc 1, sc 5, blo sc 1, sc 6 r10-13: sc in all (36) r14: (sc8, inc)x4 r15: sc in all (40) slst finish off

Sleeve

r1: join mid armpit, slst ,sc2, sc in the leftover bits from the BLO stitches, sc 1, sc in leftover BLO bits, sc2 r2-6: sc in all

collar

join left-middle front, sc 7, inc, sc8, inc, sc 7. turn r2: sc7, inc, sc 10, inc, sc 7. turn r3: sc8, inc, sc 10, inc, sc 8. turn

cuffs

r1: join mid body-facing side, FLO sc 20 r2-4: sc 20, slst fatsen off

Tunic (red brown) [tunesian entrelac crochet]

if you want to make this bigger i recommend keeping the same square layout, but making the squares bigger. its a bit of measuring and math to figure it out.

the tunic is made in tunesian crochet and i dont really know what written patterns for that look like so i hope this makes sense.

for a single square:

r1: ch4, start in 2nd back bump from hook. pull up a loop from ever back bump. you should have 4 loops on your hook total. simplestitch in all r2-4: simplestitch in all. r5: slst in all. fasten off

for the slanted parts i did the decrease by pulling through the middle 2 loops in one go on the back pass

this is how the full thing should look, its worked from bottom left to top right.

sew together the shoulders together, then sew in all of the ends :) good luck

tunesian crochet has a tendancy to curl, so if you used cotton i def recommend blocking it

i defined the grid a little bit with a dark brown pencil.

cowl (green)

BLO sc 7, repeat till desired lenght, then BLO slst join the last row to the first.

scalp undercut bit (dark brown)

r1: sc 6 in mr r2: (inc) x6 r3: (sc 1, inc) x6 r4: (sc 2, inc) x6 r5: (sc3, inc) x6 r6: (sc 4, inc)x6 r7: sc36

sew on back of the head (recommend doing this before the ears and face, see end for more detailed assembly instructions)

hair (reddish brown) [hair video]

disclaimer, this is kind of a mess. the lenghts didnt line up the way i intended so i improvised by adding loose strands and spent a lot of time pinning every strand in place before glueing them down.

i used bison kit contact glue since its sturdy, transparant, flexible and waterproof. you can use hot glue as well, i just personally dont like it because its bulky.

r1: sc 21 in mc. join BLO slst r2: ch 12, sc in 2nd from hook, gdc10, BLO slst join r3: ch 12, sc in 2nd from hook, gdc10, BLO slst join r4: ch13, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 11, BLO slst join r5: ch13, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 11, BLO slst join r6: ch 14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12, BLO slst join r7: ch16, sc in 2nd form hook, hdc 14, BLO slst join r8: ch 18, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 16, BLO slst join r9: ch 18, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 16, BLO slst join r10: ch 14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12, BLO slst join r11: ch 12, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 10, BLO slst join r12: ch 10, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 8, BLO slst join

from now on, join in the FLO's of previous round r13: ch10, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 8, FLO slst join r14: ch10, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 8 , FLO slst join r15: ch12, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 10 , FLO slst join r16: ch12, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 10 , FLO slst join r17: ch14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12 , FLO slst join r18: ch16, sc in 2nd form hook, hdc 14, FLO slst join r19: ch 18, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 16, FLO slst join r20: ch16, sc in 2nd form hook, hdc 14, FLO slst join r21: ch14, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 12 , FLO slst join

1x ch 6, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 4 2x ch8, sc in 2nd from hook, hdc 6 2x ch 10, sc in 2nd from chain, hdc 8, slst in same, fasten off. 2x ch 12, sc in 2nd from chain, hdc 10, slst in same, fasten off. 3x ch14

pin all in place until it looks good, tie +glue loose strands first. then glue back pieces, crown, and lastly bangs/ top back layer. some of the lose strands go behind the ears, one is the left sideburn, and the rest is to cover up the crown. these pics are the best i can do as a guide, this was my first time doing this so i was struggling lol.

i didnt fully glue down the bangs and the top back layer bc i thought it would be fun if u could ruffle his hair, but my friend who i gave the plush to has significantly abused him (its been 2 days) and his hair is a mess so im gonna have to glue it down again lol. might as well do it all the first time if u plan on throwing him down the stairs or something.

Face

for eyes + eyebrows, embroider outline with dark brown, then needle felt [video] the inner parts w unraveled dark brown fluff. the dark brown i used was probably acrylic. cotton doesnt really work well for this.

Belt and pouch (dark brown)

the belt is a 3 strand basic friendship bracelet! [video]

sew together the ends and hide it with by sewing the pouch on top.

i didnt write down the pattern for the pouch, but from the top of my head its the same start as the squares for the tunic

r1-9: simple stitch in all r10: simple stitch 1, decrease by putting your hook through 2 vertical bars when pulling up a loop, simple stitch edge 1. r11: slst in all, finish with a long tail

use tail to sew together the sides, and sew the pouch onto the belt. use some yellow thread to make a button.

ASSEMBLY.

put on the blouse, put the arms in their place and finish the button joints.

put on the tunic, lace the sides with dark brown yarn, finish with a knot and hide the tails underneath the chest part of the tunic.

slide on the belt and boots.

sew the scalp undercut bit to the head

sew the ears to the head

tie + glue the loose hair strands behind the ears

glue the back of the hair

glue the middle circle part of the hair

glue the top back layer and bangs

sew the head to the body

put on the cowl

i hope this is somewhat clear, feel free to dm me is you have questions.

enjoy your squeakychuck :D

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maggeemoo · 2 days

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Tarnished Mirror; Ch. 1

-[CW: Brief mentions of Suicide]-

“I was expecting you’d be here soon enough.” Neo stood still as she stared up at the Blacksmith, starting to rethink her quick decision to jump into the colorful leaves of the Tree. “Hm? Oh, I see. You don’t quite know what to do here, do you?” Neo shook her head, a tiny bit of tension draining from her as the Blacksmith’s voice began to calm her. Her thoughts raced with the last few things she saw outside. The others saving her by using the smoke of the leaves, the cat screaming as she snuffed its life, the others nothing more than thankful that Ruby was still herself. Just thinking about Ruby was met with a pang of guilt, with how she forced her to practically commit suicide, and when her desire was filled, nothing but emptiness was what she felt. “You seem… sorry. You only wanted vengeance–no, closure–and you got it. There have been others that came here for the same reasons. But that doesn’t matter anymore. Now you have a choice to make, a choice that is yours and yours alone.”

As the Blacksmith spoke, a wide array of weapons rose from the ground. Some familiar and some not, some too heavy to even think about and some so light they could float. But there were two weapons whose weight and quality couldn’t be described: one, a parasol with an impossibly sharp blade inside.

The other, a pair of weapons. A sharp shield with scooped indents on either side, and a weapon capable of swapping between a Javelin, Sword, and Rifle. Though Neo’s eyes briefly lingered on the all-too-familiar parasol, the other pair grabbed her gaze as the Blacksmith continued.

“Your choice is who you want to be. No matter what that choice is, as soon as you make it you will be the person who wielded that weapon. It seems you’ve already left yourself behind once, but you are still you. Should you choose, that will no longer be the case.”

Neo couldn’t help but approach the case with the paired weapons inside, still glancing back at the parasol. With every glance, though, it felt heavier. She had held that same weapon for so long and she knew that it was her perfect weapon, so why did it feel so wrong now? Why did these bronze weapons seem so much more fitting?

“Those weapons are as good a choice as any. Do know that every weapon has its weight, that every person who wields a weapon has burdens. While picking up their weapon may release you of your troubles, you will be shouldering theirs.”

Pressing her hand to the case of the weapons, Neo felt an inherent rightness. Like a river finally reaching an ocean, an immaculate completeness. She could feel tears start to well up as the Blacksmith somehow perfectly put her messy thoughts into words.

“You’ve taken so much, so you think it’s time you gave back instead? If that is your choice, then very well.”

Neo closed her eyes as she noticed all the other weapons sinking away, giving a final glance to the parasol before feeling her new weapons in her hands. She feels her body suddenly change, and the last thing she sees is a gateway into a jungle in the Ever After as her memories slowly fade. As she steps through, the Blacksmith speaks again. “Just as I have done for the others, you will be brought to when you are needed most. Though it is not my part to influence your fate, I wish you the best of luck, Pyrrha Nikos.”

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Just as the Gateway closes, Pyrrha realizes she has no idea where she is. She thinks out loud, and though her voice comes easily it feels odd in her mouth. Every word feels strange to say, like it was the first time she was speaking at all.

“Where am I? Wasn’t I just… What’s happening?”

Pyrrha tries and tries to remember anything, but all she sees in her memory is the impact of the Wyvern Grimm against the tower where she was fighting. Everything feels fuzzy like she was looking through stained glass and hearing with ear muffs on.

“I must’ve gotten injured… But nothing hurts at all. Maybe a dream thanks to hitting my head? No, everything feels too… real, too coherent…”

All Pyrrha can think to do is look around. Trees all around, a thick canopy shading her from too much light, and herself with her weapons. She starts to pat all over her body in search of any injuries or abnormalities and finds nothing. Nothing save for a lock of her hair, a chocolate brown instead of the usual red. She pulls and brushes at the brown, assuming that it’s dirt or mud stuck into her, but nothing comes out. As her motions get more manic her thoughts do as well, her mind drifting to her friends.

“Calm down, calm down. Something happened, I just have to figure out what exactly. The last thing I remember is getting knocked back by that impact, so I must’ve hit my head hard enough to lose whatever happened next. I can’t be far from Beacon, if I get somewhere high up I could look around and find my way.”

Now with a concrete goal, Pyrrha let go of her hair and glanced around. Upon spotting the Tree through a gap in the canopy, she quickly heads straight towards it. But then she realizes that the vine she just passed looks familiar, and that vine too. And didn’t she just walk past that rock? Something is wrong. So Pyrrha sat still for a moment, confused. To test her growing suspicions, she tore a vine from a nearby tree and wrapped it around the branch of one ahead of her. She tied it snugly and then kept moving forward. As she emerged from the thick bushes she saw that same tied vine. Pyrrha balanced her spear on her forearm and used her semblance to magnetize it, now seeing that the direction she was trying to go was north.

“North isn’t an option, okay. How about south- okay, I guess that’s north too.” Pyrrha says as she turns around, seeing that her spear-turned-compass thinks that north is all around her.

Now just using the faraway Tree as a landmark, she turns and finds that her path isn’t infinitely looping anymore. As to why, she doesn’t know, but thankfully she finds a site of interest soon after to distract her. A small clearing with one strange tree in the center. She reaches for the strange, clock-like fruits but notices on the opposite side of the tree lies one of the fruits on the ground, clearly dented and smashed. From the damage to the fruit, it looks like it was frantically smashed in, and clearly, this was quite a long time ago as its metal parts are rusted so badly that just picking it up nearly breaks it in half.

“I couldn’t even hope to guess what this thing does if it was working, but I don’t think I want to find out. Someone must have found out and broken it, and it looks like it took a few hits to do it.”

Pyrrha glances around after she sets the strange fruit down, not seeing much. She does spot a lightly trodden path though, and as she nears the end, she finds a small camp that looks recently visited, but currently unoccupied. She keeps a good eye out, but goes ahead and scouts the small camp.

“Small tent, campfire, and… Perfect, a map of the area. Apologies to whoever is living here, but I’ll be sure to thank you later.” Pyrrha thought out loud as she also found a small pouch with some jerky in it, quickly stashing it away for when she inevitably got hungry. As she looked around for anything else of use, she saw a small note written in scrawling, frantic writing that has a sort of… familiar twinge to it. DON’T FORGET:

-Clock fruits: Harvest by cutting the vine instead of plucking, Jinxy wanted one in exchange for another year or two. Done, but go barter since Jinxy lied and only gave a month

-Check the Monster’s Grave, make sure he didn’t come back again

-Wait, make sure none of the Monster’s victims fall for the clock fruits like he did

-If the Monster comes back then don’t fight, reminding him of what he did to Penny works faster

“...Penny? What the… This has to be a different Penny, right…?” Is all that Pyrrha can say, her thoughts again being said aloud. She looks over the note again and on the back sees more manic words, but written in handwriting that she finally recognizes. The Monster isn’t back he just never left I am the Monster please please please Penny I’m sorry please someone anyone help me kill me

Despite the agitated writing, Pyrrha recognizes the handwriting nearly instantly, the shorter note on the back being clearer than the scrawled front. “Jaune…?”

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(That's the end of Chapter One, everything past this is just me the author rambling~ And here's a link to Chapter Two!)

Hello everyone! I doubt that anyone really knows me, I don't post much but I wrote this quite a while ago and recently touched it up a little and finished what I think is a good "Chapter" of sorts! I think it could be shorter or longer, but after months of on-and-off writing I finally got to a point where I think it works well enough on its own, which is something I strive for with writing since there are a lot of times I condemn a WIP to the shadow realm known as "Write later."

Anyways I'd just like to thank one person in particular, @pilot-boi for at least somewhat entertaining an idea I had a few months back. Had it not been for you saying that you like the idea even a little, this short work may have never existed and would have never been posted, so thank you so so so so so much. I've written a lot of things that just kinda came out of nowhere that not a lot of people have found interesting so I never bothered to post them anywhere, but the tiny bit of encouragement that you gave me was a spark. I can only hope that spark stays lit long enough for me to write this AU out fully, and maybe for me to give the series an ending that I think it needs.

Thanks everyone for reading, and have a wonderful day/morning/night~ Toodles!

#mirror man au #tarnished spartan #Tarnished Mirror AU #rwby au #rwby #writing #fiction #fanfic #save rwby

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chestharrington · 2 days

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will you do a gator blurb of him driving you home drunk (and handsy) from a party 🤭🤭

ANYTHING FOR YOU MY QUEEN 🥹 and I even gave u little wattpadcore fake text messages awwww. Anyways this is very short sorry pookie

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, some sexual situations but no smut

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Sat on a barstool and drinking vodka sprites like they were water, you should’ve known better than to open your phone. Over the course of fifteen minutes, you’d managed to text Gator thirty-five times— a colorful assortment of gibberish and the rare coherent sentence. You decided to throw one final Hail Mary with clumsy, drunken thumbs.

Well, it wasn’t your most poignant message of all time, but it certainly got the point across. After all, you’d gotten your fair share of ‘you up?’ and ‘showering without me?’ texts from him. Within a minute, he finally responded to your onslaught of texts.

Well, it wasn’t a no. You hopped down from the barstool, wobbling slightly, and pushed through the patrons to squeeze into the women’s bathroom. After a tiny wait, you convinced yourself this was absolutely the best choice. You locked the handicap stall and pulled out your phone, trying your best to find a decent angle.

With a clumsy hand, you tugged down your tank top and snapped a few quick photos of your tits, which you sent him without a second thought.

You managed to finish one last vodka sprite at the bar before your phone buzzed in your pocket. A one word text from Gator.

You closed out your tab and stumbled towards the car outside, wearing a stupid, giddy smile at the sight of Gator glowering in the driver’s seat. He unlocked the passenger side door and you practically fell inside with a drunken giggle.

“Knew you’d come,” you said, leaning in to brush your lips along his jaw. “Wanted you so bad all night, baby.”

He sighed in annoyance and pushed you back into your seat firmly before you could fully climb into his lap. You kept your eyes on his as he reached over to buckle you into the seat. A soft gasp escaped you as his hands brushed across your hips, holding you still as he fumbled with the belt.

“Jesus, you’re a fuckin’ mess, you know that? You smell like a liquor store.” You let your hands wander, teasing him through his cargos while he made sure you were buckled properly. He groaned at the feeling, then glared down at you. You giggled as he grabbed your hands and placed them back into your own lap. “Just stay still, alright? Jesus Christ.”

You gave an exaggerated pout and crossed your arms. “You didn’t like my pictures?” When he didn’t respond, you gave an exaggerated sigh. He paused at the stoplight and you tapped his shoulder very politely. “Is this better?”

You lifted your top, flashing him for the briefest moment before he yanked your top back down himself. His expression remained so serious that it made a flurry of giggles escape you.

“You’re such a good officer, Gator,” you cooed, running your hand along his muscled biceps then across his chest where his scratchy vest was. “So responsible and serious. Lemme thank you, baby.” You moved your hand back to his lap, letting your pretty manicured fingers dance along his thigh.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even try.” He didn’t even bother glancing in your direction, so you moved your hands obediently back to your lap. The light turned green and he practically floored it. Outside, the lights of downtown streaked by like comets— an entire light display just for you. But all you could do was stare at how fucking handsome he looked.

“You’re gorgeous,” you said with a wistful sigh. “Does anyone ever tell you that?” When he shook your head, a frown played at your lips. “Well, they should. You’re so handsome, baby.”

He sighed and gave you a sidelong glance., the corner of his mouth turning up just slightly. “You’re real needy right now, huh?”

You nodded, trying your best to give him big puppy dog eyes. He patted your thigh and leaned over to kiss your forehead at the next stop sign, which made giddiness course through your very being.

He parked in front of your house, and opened the car door like a gentleman. You were stumbling as you walked beside him up the cobblestone walkway, which was annoying because you were trying your very best to look completely sober.

He got you into bed with as little resistance as possible, which wasn’t saying much. You kept trying to feel him up while he was helping you into pajamas, so he eventually gave up and only took off your shoes and jeans. Then was brushing your teeth, which was worst of all.

But the plush of your mattress and blankets was like a siren call once you got in— eyes fluttering sleepily the second your head hit the pillow.

“C’mere—“ you whined, grabbing at the air in his general direction.

He sighed. “I told ya, I’ve got work.”

“Skip,” you insisted, giving him your best pout until he relented. You were grinning like an idiot as he shirked off his clothes and climbed in beside you— your own personal space heater. “Thank you,” you hummed, resting your head against his chest.

“Yeah, whatever,” he sighed. He could act as indifferent as he wanted, but it didn’t change the secret smile he wore once your eyes fluttered shut. He kissed the crown of your head, and shot off a text that an emergency came up that he had to take care of.

It was only mostly a lie, but he’d deal with that in the morning.

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman fanfic #gator tillman #blurb

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dbgdbw · 3 days

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616.Physical Evaluation (1)

건강검진 (1)

It was still dark outside, beyond the window. Having roused early from slumber, Han Yoohyun quietly observed Han Yoojin’s dimly shadowed sleeping face. The sound of Hyung’s breathing was steady, nor did he seem likely to wake. Han Yoohyun slowly raised himself up into a sitting position. Though the bloodstains had been charred away, the downstairs area was still a disaster zone. Yesterday’s events–actually today’s events yet, by Korea’s reckoning–rose to the fore of his thoughts.

The Han Yoohyun from then, and himself–they were one and the same. He had been recognized as a ‘contract holder’ by Irin, as well.

‘...he was ‘me’, but.’

The basic appearance had been virtually identical, essentially. A slight difference in their heights, but the gap had been near negligible. His physique had seemed a bit more developed, certainly, but comparable nevertheless. He’d just been–a Han Yoohyun who showed a touch more of the passage of time, so to say. A Han Yoohyun who had seemed to have lived through a handful of additional years, at minimum.

‘...a monster, from a Dungeon?’

He’d encountered a similar thing before, in that Dungeon in China. The place where he’d met with the twenty-nine year old version of Hyung. And, though he hadn’t been able to come face-to-face with the person in question himself, where the twenty-four year old Han Yoohyun had resided, too. Han Yoohyun’s expression curdled slightly. The events that had transpired–it was difficult to comprehend what had occurred. The being who had suddenly appeared, had passed on little to no information regarding himself. The only thing he’d seen fit to do, was elaborate when it came to Hyung.

‘Since he’d responded favorably towards Hyung.’

He couldn’t be classified as a hostile party, then. So long as he was ‘Han Yoohyun,’ this was an entity whose existence he had no choice but to accept. Since his objective was to aid Hyung, and to protect him. Because he assigned greater importance to Hyung, over even himself.

But even so–the sense of revulsion persisted. Though it was something he would have to set aside for Han Yoojin’s sake–he despised that other ‘him.’ Was this something he would need to disclose to Hyung. In truth, he wanted to leave out any mention of that other him altogether. Han Yoohyun, conflicted, slipped out of the bed. Since he had appeared quite keen on concealing his tracks, too–it would probably be fine to keep quiet on the matter, for the time being.

With one last lingering look at Han Yoojin, Han Yoohyun left the bedroom. As he descended the stairs, debating whether he should tell Hyung that it had been a sudden intrusion by a monster–.

“......”

He sensed the energy signature of a magical beast, in earnest. With silent footsteps, Han Yoohyun approached the living room. Atop of the table, where the cake and food had been left spread, a small animal appeared to be rummaging around. From beneath light-colored fur the color of wheat, a long, fluffy tail periodically flicked to and fro. Holding a piece of cake it had excavated in its forepaws, it was merrily munching away, whipped cream smeared all over its face and the fur on its chest. A haphazardly discarded fork lay abandoned nearby, apparently the result of an initial attempt at incorporating the utensil.

Its rank was high enough to warrant pause, but it was also still a juvenile. Han Yoohyun, who had been intending on eliminating the monster, corrected his course. It was a young magical beast of high rank, with an appearance that woud likely appeal to Hyung. If he could capture it alive and present it to Hyung, then Hyung would probably be too preoccupied with it to notice anything amiss, too.

- 퓨이.

Twitching the end of its nose, the young beast raised its head. Blue eyes fixed on Han Yoohyun. He expected it to make a break for it–but, ears flicking, it thumped its tail instead. How unexpected. Typically, even tamed monsters reacted instinctively to Han Yoohyun with a measure of fear. With measured steps, Han Yoohyun slowly crept closer to the table.

- 뀩, 삑.

Letting out an odd chattering sound, the monster used its forepaws to attempt to hold the fork. After struggling with it for a few rounds, it let out a temperamental squeak of indignation; then, as it made to leap down to the floor–.

“…Hyung?”

Its appearance changed to that of a human’s. Han Yoohyun’s brows hiked upwards incrementally. Though the hair and eye colors were off, the face it had taken on was unmistakably how Han Yoojin had appeared, during his youth. And now that he was taking a closer examination, he could make out Hyung’s scent and magical signature as well. At first, he’d dismissed those impressions as traces leftover from the day prior; but, having come closer, it was obviously not the case. It was coming from that monster, over there.

“Here!”

The young Han Yoojin grabbed the fork in a fist, and plunged it into a piece of cake. And then, he proffered the trophy to Han Yoohyun.

“Taste yummy!”

He held no interest in consuming anything given to him by others, save what was bestowed upon him by Hyung. In situations where it became unavoidable, the most he would do was bring it to his lips. But the item of food in question, was the cake Hyung had personally prepared. Add onto that the connection the magical beast clearly held to Hyung, as well as that familiar visage. Though he was hardly one to assign significance to something as trivial as an outward appearance, Han Yoohyun had his recollections–his memories–to draw upon. The childhood memories that a regular person would have found difficult to recall, he summoned easily, with perfect clarity. The way Hyung had looked at that age, as he’d endeavored to look after him; insisting, too, that it’d ‘taste yummy.’

But since it wasn’t actually Hyung, of course–instead of obediently opening his mouth to be fed, he took the offered piece by the fork instead. The juvenile magical beast observed closely as Han Yoohyun ate the cake, then reverted back to its beast form. Apparently quite pleased, it skipped its way back up the table, pouncing on a colorful birthday candle and stuffing it in its mouth, only to spit it right back out.

After watching the scene play out for a moment, Han Yoohyun stretched out a hand towards the magical beast. Had Hyung gone and borne another monster young without having informed him, again. In any case, for the time being, he would have to submit it to be verified, then–.

- 피이이! 삑!

The juvenile magical beast, having been snatched up by its tail, floundered helplessly in the air. Han Yoohyun regarded the forepaws and fur coated in whipped cream with an unmoved expression. He would have to wipe it down first, it seemed. As Han Yoohyun cut a direct path towards the bathroom, the juvenile monster squeaked in distress, pitching its wails as loud as it could.

* * *

“Ack!”

There was a burning feeling in my back. As though I’d been burned by a figurative fire; my eyes snapped open. W-what was going–.

“This place, is…….”

A bedroom? Sluggishly wading through muddled thoughts, I struggled to piece together the events of the previous day. We’d been celebrating Yoohyunie’s birthday, and then, just as we’d been about to dig into the cake, I’d…collapsed? It should be the 25th now, then, in France. I wouldn’t have happened to’ve passed out for several days again, right.

“...even though I thought things had improved.”

Dimly, the memory of my dongsaeng’s face as he wept came back to me. He’d probably ended up super worried again, huh. I thought I remembered him falling asleep beside me, so where had he disappeared to. I quickly made to climb down from the bed, but something felt off about my body.

‘...huh.’

My mana sensitivity, which had shot up exponentially following that fight with Chatterbox, appeared to have been blunted, out of the blue. Why was that, I wondered. Was it because my body’s condition had deteriorated, that my senses had been similarly dulled.

‘...should I speed up going to see the Elder, I wonder.’

Since it was still the 25th, maybe a nearby Dungeon– ugk! My back was overcome by a smarting sensation again. The hell was this. Was it a ‘your remaining lifespan is numbered’ kind of signal, or…….

- 뀨우우우!

Just then, an odd cry from somewhere downstairs faintly reached my ears. Actually, it even felt a bit familiar, for some reason……. And because I still had to track down Yoohyunie, too, I hurriedly made my way to the ground floor. Wait, why was the living room area in such a mess? Had something actually gone down, after all?

- 피이익! 삑 삑!

“Yoohyun-ah?!”

As I barged into the bathroom the sounds were originating from, Yoohyunie turned to greet me. Inside of the sink was a small, thoroughly drenched bundle of fur flailing around to no avail, by virtue of having been securely pinned in place by Yoohyunie’s hand. With his sleeves neatly rolled up like that, it really looked as though he was gearing up to start in on a load of laundry, or…….

“...Kiddo(1)?”

- 퓨잇, 삐이이이!

Kkoma’s forepaws flailed through the air, in my direction. Yoohyunie lifted up the juvenile magical beast.

“So this monster has something to do with hyung, after all? It was in the living room, digging through the cake.”

“What? And when did you even sneak out, exactly…!”

Was it already capable of manifesting externally, before it’d even been given a name? Then again, Gyeolie had been the same way, too. On the flip side–it appeared that the black dragon wasn’t able to pull off the same stunt, as of yet. That was probably why it had spurred me to go looking for its dongsaeng instead, by warming up a spot on my back.

“With whipped cream splattered all over.”

“No wonder the living room is in such a mess. You can’t wander about alone like that, no sir!(2)”

Soothing Kkoma as it sniveled pathetically from being subject to an impromptu hosing-down, I took out a towel.

“Nor should you put just anything in your mouth, either, you hear. This kid–it’s a mount-type magical beast I created, from before. Kkoma is the last one, for real.”

“...really ‘for real’?”

“Hand on my heart. None, ever since.”

I dried off Kkoma’s fur with the towel. As soon as its fur had been dried off to a certain degree–스륵, it absorbed into my hand, vanishing. It had returned to its magic stone, it seemed.

“This kid’s gonna need a name too–d’you have anything in mind, maybe?”

“...’Furball’?”

“Without stooping to hyung’s level, ‘kay. You’ll need to come up with a name for the black dragon as well. Your blade, I mean.”

Moving towards the living room, I examined the table. The leftover traces of Kkoma’s merry feasting were on clear display. And how in the world had the sofa ended up in such a state, honestly. Kkoma seemed to be of a higher rank than I’d initially assumed, apparently. There were scorch marks littering the floorboards as well.

“Did you try to take down Kkoma?”

“At first.”

“Things almost went real badly, huh. I should’ve let you know about it in advance, but I’d been in the dark that it was capable of wandering about on its own, to begin with.”

I’d have to be meticulous about teaching it not to run around on its own.

“Your body’s feeling alright?”

Yoohyunie, who had been accompanying me around while glued to my side, asked me worriedly. After a moment of hesitation, I spoke.

“To be honest, after that fight with Chatterbox, my conditions’s…kind of gone down. So I’d been planning on stopping by a Dungeon to address things.”

“...so that was the case, after all.”

A shadow swiftly settled over Yoohyunie’s features. And when it was still my dongsaeng’s birthday… A sigh slipped out on its own.

“Don’t worry too much, we’ll just make a quick stop at a nearby Dungeon after getting in touch with the French Hunters Association.”

While I still felt worried about the party members we’d left behind in Africa, they’d asserted that it’d be fine for us to kick back and relax until the day after Yoohyunie’s birthday. Since we had time until December 31st, and January 1st was still a handful of days away. I sent an awkward smile Yoohyunie’s way.

“Even though I’d wanted to prepare a proper birthday for you this time. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s alright. Since I’ll be able to spend the next year, and all the years after that, with hyung too.”

“Yeah–absolutely.”

Because it was still far too early in the night, with the time having barely crept to morning, we waited for daylight to break. After sharing together the food and cake we’d been unable to eat the day prior, we bundled up warmly before venturing outside. Deep in the mountains without any artificial lights, it was dark enough outside to the point that it became difficult to see past one’s own nose. Yoohyunie extended his hand forward, and radiant blossoms of fire bloomed outwards.

And then–imbued with glowing light, verdant willow leaves materialized, drifting towards the dark skies above. 휘익–as though borne aloft by a wind, they sped towards the heavens like a rushing stream, before drifting gently back down towards the ground, reminiscent of pale, gleaming snowflakes. No; something cold had, in fact, brushed up against my cheek.

“It’s snowing, seems like.”

A light and fluffy snow, the kind that seemed unlikely to stick around. When I wistfully mentioned how it would’ve been better if it was snowing a bit harder, don’t you think, Yoohyunie showed a smile.

“It seemed like that side of the mountain over there had a lot more snow piled up, wanna go?”

“That so? Is it perennial snow, I wonder?”

They’d mentioned that the range of the Western Alps were supposed to extend to around here, right. And when just yesterday, we’d been so toasty in Africa; the world really was vast, I supposed. Then again, even within our own country, the difference between Jejudo and Seoul was said to be quite stark, too.

“Maybe we should go to Jejudo, next year. Despite even having been to Africa, we haven’t ever managed to make it to Jejudo, now that I think about it.”

“Mhn. Let’s go where hyung wants to go.”

“No, wait. I’d told you to think about where you’d want to go, didn’t I? Trying to sneak your way out of doing your homework, honestly.”

Since it was too far to climb up to the summit of the mountain, we took a light stroll around the area instead. The mountains in the wintertime were downright frozen, after all, but with Yoohyunie by my side, the chill hardly managed to touch us.

“There’re so many stars.”

The earth had been dyed pitch black, but the amount of stars twinkling overhead made the heavens feel closer than usual. Apart from the handful of flurries being blown about, the skies were nearly devoid of any clouds as well.

“Once everything’s finally settled, every day should be like this.”

That’s how it’d be, right. No money issues to worry over. Eating delicious things, seeing pleasant sights, living like that.

- Hyung…….

Just then, making his way onto my arm, Irin called to me in a small voice. I’d gotten so used to him promptly running over to attend to me any time I started to feel even the faintest bit cold, so I’d actually been surprised by his absence thus far, rather–but strangely, he appeared to be in low spirits.

- Rinie, he really, truly likes Yoohyunie a whole lot, hyung.

“Mhn. I know.”

- It really is the truth.

Following his glum declaration, Rinie retreated back into Yoohyunie.

“...did something happen with Rinnie?”

“It’s Irin’s true feelings, so don’t pay it any mind.”

What was that supposed to mean. Did Fire Elementals occasionally get depressed out of the blue, or something? I supposed Yoohyunie would know far better than me, when it came to Rinie–but I felt a bit concerned, still.

We took a break after our stroll, and even pulled a breakfast spread together before contacting the Hunter Association. After communicating that Hunter Han Yoohyun wished to briefly test out a Skill, we were easily granted access to a nearby low-ranked Dungeon. In exchange, though, we were made to promise an in-person visit to the Association as well.

Once Yoohyunie and I stepped into the low-ranked Dungeon, a drawing room emitting a warm air appeared to greet us. I’d sort of been hoping for that snowy field from before again, and yet.

“The Rabbit is presently elsewhere.”

The young Chaos sat on the drawing room sofa.

“I’ve just barely propped this place open for you, as well–pay mind that it’ll not last long.”

“How do you do, Elder. Is it because Chatterbox has perished, sir?”

“I’m hazy on the details myself. I had another matter to attend to.”

“Another matter, sir?”

“To deal with a scoundrel that warranted a paddling.”

I wondered who he’d fought with. And now that the subject had been brought up, I was growing concerned for the fate of my own rear end as well. It felt like I was probably due one spanking, at a minimum. With a cough to clear my throat, I approached the front of the sofa.

“Then, I’ll endeavor to keep this brief, sir. I would like to make a request of you, please, Elder.”

The young Chao’s eyes immediately narrowed into slits.

“I refuse.”

“Sir?! Just, wait, Elder! Please at least hear me out, sir!”

“Then speak.”

“Just, ah, would there possibly be a way to turn me into a sword, perchance, sir?”

“What?”

“...hyung?”

The Elder and Yoohyunie both pinned me with twin looks of astonishment. It seemed like I was about to get soundly reamed out, after all. Swallowing with a dry mouth, I continued.

“Technically speaking, it’s just a matter of the outward appearance undergoing a shift, isn’t it, sir. And in the case of the black dragon, before he was put to sleep, it seemed like his consciousness had been left intact, as far as we knew. Plus, then, when it comes to the matter of lifespan–”

“What damnable drivel is this brat spewing!”

“Ack! Wait!”

Exactly as I’d been dreading–my ear was snatched in a vice grip. This time, Yoohyunie didn’t even bother interfering. He was simply watching me with that same stunned expression, still.

“Hyung…….”

“No, that’s, ack! The worse outcome, it’s–the Transcendents–it hurts! Honestly! It’s better than turning into a subordinate, isn’t it, sir!”

“‘Better’?!’”

“Ack! Ack!”

Tears flooded my eyes. Cupping my hands around my ear, which was aching fit to drop right off my head, I kneeled down before the Elder. Yoohyunie, who had been processing the atmosphere, seemed to have come to the conclusion that he shouldn’t sit on the sofa, and had come to kneel on the ground alongside me instead. But Yoohyunie hadn’t done anything wrong–he should be allowed to just sit on the sofa. Tch, the young Chaos clicked his tongue.

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(1) yj calles byeol ‘꼬마’(kkoma)’, which is approximately the equivalent of calling her ‘kiddo’–the word is used to refer to (sometimes rascal-y) very little kids, generally.

(2) using polite language to kids to model social interactions for them:

Formalities when speaking to children as a teacher?

(3)

‘the only one who could possibly compete for hyung’s attention with me, is me’ - han yoohyun

there was also this one tweet that fucked me up.. abt how 26yh & 20yh both got the short end of the stick, bc 26yh can’t be w hyung, but 20yh also lost the chance to ever have hyung to himself, bc yj will always have a piece of his heart dedicated to 26yh (see: han yoobin)…

thanks to the person who’s been going through and leaving encouraging messages :D i’m an old user who doesn’t know how to navigate new tumblr + never on this site except to post/make the occasional edit, so i didn’t realize ppl were still reading through my archives, bc i was dependent on push notifications that never came through……:’) those early chs def need some polishing up... but i'd had the draft for this ch done, so it gave me the motivation to finish the q&as for this one and put it up finally👌

bonus :)

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Q) i’m curious about how long han yoohyun sleeps for, or his sleeping habits A) when han yoohyun is apart from han yoojin, he sleeps no more than two hours per day. when living with han yoojin, he syncs up his sleeping time with han yoojin. he can only sleep normally when next to hyung, and even becomes capable of dreaming then. when han yoojin’s body reaches a point where it needs rest, han yoohyun will also mimic feeling fatigued.

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Q) i’m curious what han yoojin and han yoohyun usually do for ‘healing time*’ (*unwinding/recovery) A) han yoojin simply watches TV dramas/movies or eats something tasty. so long as there’s nothing going wrong, and all the kids are safe and sound, that in itself is a source of ‘healing’ for him. in the case of han yoohyun, as long as it’s time he’s spending with hyung, where it’s just the two of them, it can all be called ‘healing time’ for him ^^

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Q) with gyeol-byeol-seol, have there been any routines or habits the children or yoohyunie have fallen into over time, from yoohyunie frequently looking after them by himself? since, when there’s a parent etc who gets specially designated as the primary caretaker, they automatically end up developing habits/routines with each other; i’m curious if something of the sort might have formed between the babies (gyeol-byeol-seol) and caregiver yoohyunie, and what that might look like A) as han yoohyun is simply carrying out rote actions in accordance with han yoojin’s instructions when it comes to engaging in childrearing, he doesn’t end up forming any ‘habits’, as a consequence. since, for han yoohyun, the concept of ‘forming a habit’ is contingent on han yoojin’s immediate presence, in a scenario where han yoojin has stepped out of frame, there are no new ‘biological’ or ‘humanistic’ directives being generated for him in that state. in the first place, he’s not one who is given to conforming to any sort of set ‘pattern’, per se. at present, it’s closer to being a situation where he’s ‘diligently repeating the mannerisms he’s learned from han yoojin’ ^^ on their side, the children are currently being indoctrinated into accepting a structured, stable lifestyle pattern as a byproduct of han yoohyun’s exacting approach. as, in addition to the distinct lack of an emotional base(foundation), han yoohyun is given to displaying little to no reaction by default, han gyeol finds this aspect of him difficult to contend with. though he’s perfectly aware that ‘uncle(samchon) is Just Like That,’ as the most emotionally sensitive of the three children, he still gets dejected about it from time to time. even so, thanks to bak yerim and han byeol’s combined influences, he’s doing well enough–still, he’s the one who’s waiting the most anxiously for han yoojin’s homecoming. periodically, he’ll unload/confide to peace about ‘my difficult life’ and ‘when will appa be coming back’ and ‘the hell is sung hyunjae even doing’, and other such sundry matters. han seol doesn’t hold any particular interest towards han yoohyun, and han byeol is unfazed by how taciturn samchon can be. rather, his inclination to simply stoically corral and calm her down in an unperturbed manner after she’s gone zooming around and caused accidents, actually seems to make him quite well-suited to looking after her in a parenting capacity.

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Q) this suddenly occurred to me while i was drawing byeolie, so i came by to submit this! does byeolie still refer to seolie as ‘hyung’ even after they’ve grown up??? A) to han byeol, ‘hyung’ is ‘hyung’. a lot of people around her ask whether it shouldn’t be ‘oppa,’ but she simply ignores them all ^^

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Q) excluding han yoojin, who do the gyeol-seol-byeol babies like the most? A) han gyeol’s is love-hate, but he cares for sung hyunjae despite himself. han seol and han byeol like each other ^^

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Q) during the novel, it was mentioned that yoohyunie had been an outstanding student while in school (mock test results within the top 1% in nationwide rankings). did yoohyunie always come home with 100s? or, if he happened to get a few questions wrong, what were the reason(s) for that, then? was there a subject that yoohyunie found difficult? or wasn’t as good at?, possibly? A) his strengths lay in memorization and maths, and he tended to be weaker at answering questions where he would be expected to extrapolate from another’s thoughts/motivations. even so, as the courses taught in middle and high school could summarily be passed via simple rote memorization more or less, he tended to hold high marks in each subject. he excelled at art and writing as well, and anything that required technique, he could usually pull off through imitation.

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Q) would it be alright to inquire about the basic appearances/sizes of the gyeol-seol-byeol babies in their respective magical beast forms????? A) han gyeol has a small, silvery-pink dragon body, and fairy wings. he’s a baby dragon with soft, rounded features, but on the more long and slender side for his build. he’s able to vary his sizing to an extent, but he likes to stay a size that’s suitable for climbing on han yoojin’s shoulder, generally. han seol is a small black-colored dragon. as a juvenile, his wings have yet to grow big enough to enable him to fly on his own (mechanically), without magical assistance involved. species-wise, he’s closer to an western-style dragon, and he’s capable of adjusting his size just like han gyeol; because he decides on his size in relation to han byeol’s own, he’s slightly bigger than han byeol. han byeol is wheat-colored, and has an appearance that is similar to a chinchilla with elongated ears. her tail is plush and voluminous, and her fur incredibly soft. she’s just about the perfect size for an adult to cup in both hands, with their hands held slightly apart; she finds it somewhat difficult to control her size fluctuations still, and while eating, tends to inadvertently grow in size. the three are fairly neck-and-neck when it comes to size; han gyeol is the longest, while in terms of volume (with fur included), han byeol is the biggest ^^

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Q) with han yoojin’s speech proficiency being a high enough level that he could even successfully sales pitch a jade stone heat mat in the middle of a desert, and with the puppeteer said to have gone around stirring up trouble once he’d grown up more–among gyeolie, seolie, and byeolie, once they’ve grown bigger(?) or aged up a bit more, would any of the kids have inherited yoojinie’s bloodline(???)/magical lineage(?????)/..DNA..? to have developed a similar aptitude for smooth-talking? A) when it comes to speech, it will most likely be han gyeol who ends up displaying the highest proficiency ^^ owing to some leftover reservations around the circumstances of his birth, he has a tendency to rein himself in, but once he discovers more self-confidence, he’ll likely grow to be far less timid. in light of his status as a fairy dragon–weak strength-wise, but in possession of a damage nullification trait–he’ll probably come into the possession of a correspondingly sharp tongue, in the long run. as han seol is of the mind that ‘action is the most straightforward solution,’ he doesn’t see a point in dragging things out through dialogue; han byeol is also in the ‘action>>>words’ camp, but given her penchant for naked honesty, frequently tends to drop blithe comments that toe the line of acceptability.

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Q) has yoobinie’s sex been decided? or is it something they’ll choose themself as they get older? A) at present, owing to han yoojin and han yoohyun’s combined influences, he is male. as the sex can be changed at will, he can become genderless or intersex, etc, as well. but so long as there are no other interventions, he will likely continue to mature while maintaining his present sex.

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Q) in the novel, it was mentioned that the characters for binnie’s name combines 물가 빈, and 빛날 빈; was there a reason those two particular root words were chosen? A) for 빛날(radiant/shining) 빈, it was for its fortuitous nature, while for 물가(waterside/shore) 빈, it was a reference to his relationship with han yoohyun. han yoojin, being who he is, found it difficult to turn away from the lingering feelings he held for the twenty-five year old han yoohyun^^

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