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Preview of my piece for @orvwomenzine

Please support the zine when it comes out on October 20!

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is there such a thing as a warm darkness?

It's green all around. The sun hangs overhead. Jihye shields her eyes.

She doesn't know where she is.

2k

Lee Jihye-centric

Jihye and the gang goes on a summer hiking trip

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This piece was originally published in Anchors Aweigh! a Lee Jihye fanzine (2023) hosted by @themazine

Please check it out! It's completely free and everyone's pieces are excellent!

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Update:

Added chapter 3

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always in this twilight

Han Sooyoung, Yoo Sangah and the quiet moments that passed between them.

ORV Women Week Prompt Fill for Day 1:

Yoo Sangah, Han Sooyoung, Rings

Yoo Sangah/Han Sooyoung

6.1k words and counting

set in the epilogues (post 51:49 revelation), so spoilers warning for the entire novel

semi-canon compliant, semi-canon divergence

not completed yet. more to come...

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Commission piece

• gen

• 9.1 k

• zhongli, ganyu & Xiao family fluff

Read it here

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this is all i have for you

10k

gen

hsy birthdays throughout the years

Unpolished.

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fireworks

1k

jhw-centric character study

pre-scenarios

prompts: jhw, late nights

As part of ORV Women Week 2023

read it here

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tangerine blossoms bloom in early spring

Leona hates the spring. Trey is a liar.

Gen, pre-relationship

2.8k, oneshot

Leona/Trey

Part of the TWST Valentine's Exchange organized by @/lithneel on Twitter.

Read it here

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crossing

1.2k

jhw centric study, but also some on lgy

set around chapter 354

read it here

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Added the extras chapter + author's note.

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Assignment 41: Web Novels as Biographic Vehicles

My full @themazine piece.

Please turn on creator's style and desktop site if you're using a screen reader.

This took me very long to code. Read it here

THEMA; is a digital ORV zine which you can download for free here. Please take the time to check out the other contributors works as well. They're amazing.

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Assignment 41: Web Novels as Biographic Vehicles

My full @themazine piece.

Please turn on creator's style and desktop site if you're using a screen reader.

This took me very long to code. Read it here

THEMA; is a digital ORV zine which you can download for free here. Please take the time to check out the other contributors works as well. They're amazing.

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stopwatch

happy (belated) birthday, Joonghyuk-ah

3.9k

gen

yjh centric bday fic!

kimcom shenanigans in the background

read it here

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calibration

lee sookyung weighs all the things she carried within her heart.

905 words, oneshot

(attempted) lee sookyung study

vague experimental piece

Read it here

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KimCom Diary

Gen / Slice of life

Ongoing drabbles about kimcom's absurdly mundane lives

Read it here

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Now available on ao3

my arms emptied, the skies emptied

“Junna-chan…”

Daiba Nana steadies herself by the doorway, alternating one foot after the other to prevent them from sleeping as she peers into the room. She tries to tell herself that she is not out of breath. She never is. But for some reason, when it comes to this…

Junna’s chest rises and falls. A gentle staccato of motion in this moment of unwanted stillness. The wind outside picks up and blows their newly washed curtains into the room. The moon – ever so briefly– paints her face in its faint golden glow. A spotlight.

An involuntary sharp inhale.

“Junna-chan…” Nana tries a second time. Her feet finally reach past the threshold of the door.

Junna remains at rest, indifferent to the wind storms above. Her soft snores are the only reason this room is not lost to them.

Nana knows that it’s not the time for this. For any of this. She presses her fingers against the hem of her skirt. A costume. An armor. A necessity.

She is heading into a war she cannot lose.

The faces of those she’s slain on her path to the top flash through her mind. 

Still, her own is made of stone

(As all stage girls should be).

This does not break the vacancy of her expression, even if it does her heart.

It is all for the better. She thinks to herself as she takes a brazen step further into the room. 

Nana tightens her grip on the hilts of her swords.

She takes another step.

A sharp ring fills the air as she starts to unsheath her blades.

Then, another.

The faint starlight hurts her eyes as it catches her through the glare of her blades.

She comes to a stop as her knee knocks into dark wood.

Before her, lies Hoshimi Junna, resembling all the tragic heroines lying beneath her feet. Her hair is sprawled and askew, a tangle of moss down the dark river where Ophelia drowned. There is no more light on her face. Instead, the dark of the night enshrouds her with its violet sorrow. A mourning veil. She thinks.

What has bereaved you so? 

Both hilts are pushed back into their scabbards with a sharp click.

Is it your dream? Nana bends down, gently pushing a strand of dark hair out of her face.

Or mine? She lets a gloved hand rest on Junna’s forehead.

The curtains flitter with the wind and Nana glares at the clouds as they begin unveiling the moon once more. She moves to stand in its way, further eclipsing Junna in her own shadow, and smiles.

“Junna-chan.” Nana says, for the third time. Her voice barely above the whisper of the nightly winds, its strain barely noticeable.

“You look better this way.”

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for what it's worth, i would actually Love to read a fic solely about yjh lining up in the grocery store

what luck, here it is

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my arms emptied, the skies emptied

“Junna-chan…”

Daiba Nana steadies herself by the doorway, alternating one foot after the other to prevent them from sleeping as she peers into the room. She tries to tell herself that she is not out of breath. She never is. But for some reason, when it comes to this…

Junna’s chest rises and falls. A gentle staccato of motion in this moment of unwanted stillness. The wind outside picks up and blows their newly washed curtains into the room. The moon – ever so briefly– paints her face in its faint golden glow. A spotlight.

An involuntary sharp inhale.

“Junna-chan…” Nana tries a second time. Her feet finally reach past the threshold of the door.

Junna remains at rest, indifferent to the wind storms above. Her soft snores are the only reason this room is not lost to them.

Nana knows that it’s not the time for this. For any of this. She presses her fingers against the hem of her skirt. A costume. An armor. A necessity.

She is heading into a war she cannot lose.

The faces of those she’s slain on her path to the top flash through her mind. 

Still, her own is made of stone

(As all stage girls should be).

This does not break the vacancy of her expression, even if it does her heart.

It is all for the better. She thinks to herself as she takes a brazen step further into the room. 

Nana tightens her grip on the hilts of her swords.

She takes another step.

A sharp ring fills the air as she starts to unsheath her blades.

Then, another.

The faint starlight hurts her eyes as it catches her through the glare of her blades.

She comes to a stop as her knee knocks into dark wood.

Before her, lies Hoshimi Junna, resembling all the tragic heroines lying beneath her feet. Her hair is sprawled and askew, a tangle of moss down the dark river where Ophelia drowned. There is no more light on her face. Instead, the dark of the night enshrouds her with its violet sorrow. A mourning veil. She thinks.

What has bereaved you so? 

Both hilts are pushed back into their scabbards with a sharp click.

Is it your dream? Nana bends down, gently pushing a strand of dark hair out of her face.

Or mine? She lets a gloved hand rest on Junna’s forehead.

The curtains flitter with the wind and Nana glares at the clouds as they begin unveiling the moon once more. She moves to stand in its way, further eclipsing Junna in her own shadow, and smiles.

“Junna-chan.” Nana says, for the third time. Her voice barely above the whisper of the nightly winds, its strain barely noticeable.

“You look better this way.”

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산하엽 (Diphylleia grayii)

Lee Seolhwa gazes at her pristine hands and places them upon the dark of the gentle earth.

973 words

vague experimental piece

sort of character study?

Lee Seolhwa-centric

Consider this a sort of preview/teaser for the Gardening AU. Much to be improved, but I did like the general flow of it.

Read it here