Daily Hanbok By .

Daily hanbok by 김재은.

Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.

hc + 🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual

hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

hc + 💕 for a loved-themed headcanon

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

hc + 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon

hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like

hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

hc + 🥣 for a food-themed headcanon

hc + ☕ for a drink-themed headcanon

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

hc + 🌸 for a plant-themed headcanon

hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon

hc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon

hc + 🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

hc + 🚗 for a transportation-themed headcanon

hc + ⏳ for a time-themed headcanon

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

hc + 🌞 for a day-themed headcanon

hc + 🪐 for a universe-themed headcanon

hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon

hc + ⛄ for a season-themed headcanon

hc + 🎉 for a celebration-themed headcanon

hc + 🏆 for a goal-themed headcanon

hc + 💯 for an achievement-themed headcanon

hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon

hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon

hc + 🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon

hc + 📔 for a reading-themed headcanon

hc + 💰 for a money-themed

hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon

hc + 💉 for a medical-themed headcanon

hc + 🛒 for a shopping-themed headcanon

hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice

🪷 ⁞ stardew valley game .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

Haeseol + Stardew Valley Profile

### Scene: Late night thoughts and papers

Haeseol sat cross-legged on the floor of her room, a towering stack of textbooks and assignments staring her down like some insurmountable beast. Sighing, she rubbed her temples and glanced at the engagement ring on her finger—the promise ring that still gleamed with a soft, unspoken weight. She twisted it absentmindedly, a bittersweet reminder of everything that had come to a halt. Sixteen, engaged to Shinichi Kozu, her childhood best friend, and yet here she was, buried under homework instead of planning the wedding they'd talked about for years.

Or rather, the wedding they had called off.

Her adoptive parents, Jin-Soo and Ji-Woo Kim, were halfway across the world in Korea, but they still found ways to nag her about her studies. No matter what kind of chaos she was dealing with—whether it was her fame as a revered shaman, the Red Shield keeping tabs on her, or being the subject of secret governmental interest—one thing remained constant: her grades.

“Gotta stay ahead of the game, right?” she muttered to herself, flipping open one of her notebooks. The words blurred for a moment before coming into focus, the overwhelming realization of how far behind she had fallen hitting her. Months of assignments to catch up on. It almost felt like a cruel joke.

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door, followed by the quiet, almost serene presence of Sayaka Inatsu, her unassuming yet formidable bodyguard. Clad in her shrine maiden robes, Sayaka entered the room with a calmness that belied her role. She wasn’t just Haeseol’s protector—she was sent by him. Shinichi Kozu.

Her fiancé.

Or... whatever he was now. The whole situation was complicated.

Sayaka gently placed a tray of tea on the desk next to Haeseol and regarded her with a soft smile. “You should take a break soon. I’ve organized your assignments by subject. You have English and mathematics due tomorrow, and your history paper on Monday.”

“Thanks, Sayaka.” Haeseol sighed, flipping through the assignments that Sayaka had already neatly arranged. It was kind of funny, having a bodyguard who not only protected her from physical threats but also ensured her homework was submitted on time.

Sayaka, as always, had been gentle but firm. If it weren’t for her, Haeseol knew she’d probably be swimming in overdue work. “Do you need help with anything?” Sayaka asked, standing nearby, her hands folded neatly in front of her.

“No, it’s fine,” Haeseol muttered, grabbing her English textbook and flipping it open. “I just... need to focus.” But she wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all herself. Focus was the last thing she had these days. Her mind kept wandering back to Shinichi. Back to Japan. Back to the life they had been planning, one that now seemed distant and almost unreal.

The wedding they’d been talking about for years—it had felt so close, like it was just around the corner. But now... Now, everything had changed. They had both agreed to call it off. Shinichi, ever the composed and understanding religious figure, had accepted it gracefully. He knew better than anyone that the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Still, the thought of it left an ache in her chest. They had grown up together, always thinking they'd end up together. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

And yet, here she was, sixteen years old, with her wedding on indefinite hiatus, staring down a mountain of schoolwork. The irony wasn’t lost on her.

Sayaka, noticing the faraway look in Haeseol’s eyes, spoke again, her voice gentle but firm. “Master Kozu understands, you know. He wouldn’t want you to be distracted by things beyond your control. Right now, your studies are important.”

Haeseol sighed, pushing her textbooks aside for a moment and leaning back. “I know, I know. It’s just... sometimes it feels like everything’s happening too fast. One moment, I’m just a normal kid, and the next... I’m some kind of public figure, with governments watching me, the Red Shield, the shaman stuff, on top of finding out two weeks ago that THE Captain America is my biological father...”

“And your wedding,” Sayaka finished softly.

Haeseol nodded, her eyes falling back to the ring on her finger. “Yeah. That too.”

Sayaka’s serene smile remained, but there was a flicker of understanding in her eyes. “Your path is a difficult one, but you are not walking it alone.”

“I just wish I could hit the pause button on all of this,” Haeseol said quietly, glancing at the stack of homework. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing half the time.”

Sayaka’s expression softened, and she kneeled next to Haeseol. “That’s why you take it one step at a time. Start with this assignment, and then the next. Your parents and Shinichi want you to succeed, but more than that, they want you to be happy.”

Haeseol nodded again, though the weight on her shoulders didn’t feel any lighter. “I know. I’m just tired of everything piling up, you know?”

Sayaka offered her a reassuring nod and stood, moving toward the door. “You’re strong, Haeseol. Don’t forget that. I’ll be back in a little while to check on you.” With that, she slipped out of the room, leaving Haeseol alone with her thoughts and her mountain of schoolwork.

Haeseol leaned her head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. Strong. That’s what everyone kept telling her. But even strong people got tired, right?

She picked up her pen, ready to tackle her English homework. At least if she could stay ahead of her assignments, that would be one thing in her life she could control. And maybe, just maybe, everything else would fall into place eventually.

But for now, there was a pile of papers to get through.

Scene: The Wedding Invitation

The morning light filtered through the windows of Haeseol’s family estate, casting soft golden beams across the room where she sat. A soft knock echoed at the door, followed by the entrance of a familiar face—one of the attendants. The woman’s eyes were bright with excitement as she approached Haeseol, bowing slightly as she extended a beautifully wrapped invitation.

“Ms. Kim, you’ve been invited to attend the wedding of Baek Il-ho and Min Su-yeon. They would be honored if you could grace them with your presence.”

Haeseol blinked in surprise, taking the invitation and studying its intricate details. She was used to these kinds of invitations—the expectations that came with her status—but something about this one felt different. Maybe it was the careful wording, the humility in the request. There was a sincerity to it that touched her.

She glanced up at the attendant, a soft smile curving her lips. "I’ll attend," she replied gently, knowing that her presence would be seen as a blessing to the couple. Weddings were joyous occasions, and offering her blessing, her presence, always felt like a small way to bring happiness to others.

---

Meeting the Groom

The sun was setting when Haeseol arrived at the estate of Lord Baek Il-ho. The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, casting a romantic glow over the venue. As she stepped out of the carriage, she was greeted by the sight of the groom standing near the entrance, clearly nervous but eager. Lord Baek, a tall and gentle man with a kind face, bowed deeply upon seeing her.

“Miss Haeseol,” he greeted, his voice warm yet respectful. “It’s an honor that you’ve come. Lady Su-yeon and I… we are truly grateful.”

Haeseol gave him a warm smile, feeling his genuine humility. “It’s my pleasure to be here,” she responded. “A wedding is a sacred event, and I’m glad I can share in your joy.”

They exchanged a few more pleasantries before Lord Baek cleared his throat, shifting nervously. “There is… one thing,” he said hesitantly. “Lady Su-yeon told me she has always admired your singing. I know this is a bold request, but if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, would you consider singing during the ceremony?”

Haeseol blinked, momentarily taken aback by the request. It wasn’t often that someone asked her to sing at a wedding. Her reputation usually came from her family’s status, not her voice. But seeing the hopeful look in the groom’s eyes, she found it impossible to refuse.

“I would be honored,” she answered softly. “I’ll sing something fitting.”

---

The Wedding Ceremony

The wedding day arrived, and the atmosphere was filled with an air of quiet reverence. Guests had gathered beneath a canopy of red lanterns, their soft glow flickering in the evening breeze. Haeseol stood by a grand piano set at the edge of the courtyard, her fingers lightly brushing the keys as she took a deep breath.

She had chosen a song—a song that came to her almost instinctively, as though it had been lingering in the corners of her mind for years. The melody was soft, gentle, like a lullaby from a distant memory.

As she began to sing, her voice carried through the air, a haunting and beautiful sound that silenced the crowd.

---

Haeseol’s Performance of Yueliang’s Song

( listen to it here - cc for subtitles | slight flashing and blood imagery )

Her voice began softly, almost like a whisper, as her fingers danced across the piano keys:

Step by step, tears fall under the cold moonlight

Despite my terrible fate, I eventually met you

A gentle breeze blows red lanterns into the night sky

My dry heart overflows with you.

The notes rose delicately as her voice gained strength, every word laced with emotion. Unknowingly, she was singing the song of Yueliang—the ancient song that had been passed through time, connecting love and fate in a way that transcended lifetimes.

Before I knew it, it started raining

And you blossomed in my heart like a flower

I give myself to you

You, who embraced me with kindness.

Her hands moved across the piano as the melody swelled, carrying the weight of every emotion. The guests sat enraptured, not daring to move, as Haeseol’s voice wove the tale of enduring love. Her own heart began to ache as she sang the words, though she didn’t know why.

A destiny woven from above, bound by red thread

Even when it's tangled, it keeps going

Even a painful death can't stop it

As long as we hold on to each other, we'll be together forever.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the depth of the words, the sadness and beauty of them sinking deep into her soul. It felt as though the song belonged to someone else, yet she could feel it in her own heart—an ancient love, unbreakable, despite the trials it faced.

Your face reflected in the ripples of that blue lake

If I could always see the person I long for

Gentle and kind, I brushed your dark hair

I'll never forget the feeling of my fingers around it.

Her voice trembled slightly, not from nervousness but from the sheer weight of the emotions the song carried. She didn’t understand it, but it felt as if she was channeling something from long ago, something powerful and filled with longing.

At the far end in my nightmare

You're the light that banishes the darkness

I smile at you

You, who God gave me as a companion.

As the final lines of the song approached, Haeseol’s voice grew softer, more intimate, as though she were singing directly to someone in the room. She didn’t know who, but the feeling was undeniable.

A destiny woven from above, bound by red thread

Even when it's tangled, it keeps going

Even a painful death can't stop it

Because you and I are connected,

I'll be the sun and stay by your side until the end of my days.

Her fingers stilled on the piano as the last note faded into the evening air. Silence followed. For a moment, no one moved, as if the entire world had been held in place by the song. Then, slowly, the guests began to clap, the sound building into a wave of applause.

Haeseol stood, offering a soft bow, but her heart was still heavy with the lingering sadness of the song. She wasn’t sure why she had chosen it, or where it had come from, but something told her it wasn’t just a song. It was a memory. A promise. Something far deeper than she could yet understand.

As she looked out at the happy couple, she hoped that their love would not be bound by the same fate as the one in her song.