#Kanamafuweek2024

[sunwhispers]

kanamafu week: 1 - 25:00 / knight

[prizmaticjewel]

sleepy time zzzz... (for kanamafu week 2024 on twt but im posting it here too)

[solarsong-writes]

Whew, we're so close to the finish line -- Chapter 6 of Lives Etched on Our Palms is out now! It comes with some fun new tags, namely psychological horror, existential horror, eldritch horror, and cosmic horror. Hope people enjoy! :)))))))

Next chapter will take a bit, since I mostly just have plans and an outline, but not much writing in it like I did for this chapter.

[t4trad]

knmf week day 7 free day idk how to draw side profiles </3

[mythgirlimagines]

Day 4- Hand-Holding

[solarsong-writes]

Chapter 5 of Lives Etched on Our Palms is finally out! Definitely took longer than expected, and is by far the longest chapter too! Turns out writing two distrustful characters developing a sense of camaraderie in a harsh world takes time. And words.

Next chapter update may take a little while, just because things are getting busier.

[solarsong-writes]

Sneak peek of Chapter 7 of Lives Etched on Our Palms! The chapter will contain both Mafuyu's and Kanade's perspectives, and the setting might also be a bit familiar... :)

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Mafuyu is perfect. 

So the people around her say, at least. 

It’s that time of the year again, where she’ll be harried by many of her upperclassmen. The various clubs are out in full force today, hollering at any passerbys and waving colorful flyers. Some of the more enthusiastic ones press them into unsuspecting victims’ hands, forcing them to listen to their recruitment spiel.

But Mafuyu has always wondered a bit at the word perfection. What did it mean to be perfect? It was apparent that the others believed it was to be kind, to be smart, to be patient, to excel, to achieve, or any number of convenient traits or accomplishments they could layer onto her. 

“Hey! You should join the kyudo club! It'll be fun!” A girl she presumes is her senior shoves a flyer into Mafuyu's hands. 

Ah. She’s become one of those very victims. Perhaps Mafuyu should have been more vigilant, but it was customary to join a club of some sort as a first year. It would be proper. It would make her mother happy if Mafuyu is more well-rounded. 

Mafuyu politely looks down at the flyer, scanning the information. The design has…a lot to be desired, but the awkwardly placed elements and the cartoonish smiles on vague silhouettes does have its own charm. Her gaze lingers specifically on the image of a bow. Something about the bow speaks to her, a small voice in the back of her mind urging her to join. Mafuyu is careful enough to not let a frown cross her face.    

“We really need members so it'd be great if you could join!” The girl’s eyes sweep Mafuyu up and down. “I bet you’d fit in perfectly!”  

Perfect is a strange word. Mafuyu has always felt differently about perfection. True perfection would simply be nothingness, because the second it becomes something – it no longer can be perfect. So perhaps everyone is right in a way, becoming a doctor would be perfect for Mafuyu because the thought of it fills her with emptiness.

[solarsong-writes]

Sneak peek of Chapter 5 of Lives Etched onto Our Palms, a reincarnation AU for Kanamafu using the 2024 Kanamafu prompts!

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Face smudged with grime, dirt buried underneath fingernails, and dust coating her lungs with every breath; Mafuyu trudges along a jagged broken path, the withered plants crumbling beneath her boots. It’s unfortunately reached the time of year where the heat becomes sweltering, and the only relief from the unforgiving sun are the dust storms that blot out the pale grainy sky. 

Sometimes when she closes her eyes she dreams of a blue world, a forgiving world. A world where each breath was not labored, where every step was not pained.

But Mafuyu only knows the dust filled yellows and browns, the harsh oranges, and the charcoal gray of dark clouds. 

Rumbles sound in the distance, and Mafuyu quickly searches for shelter, spying the ruins of a giant statue. She can make out another figure hunched beneath it, however. There’s not enough time to be picky though – she’ll have to take the risk. 

Mafuyu slows her fast paced steps down to a cautious walk. Raising both hands in surrender, she ducks under the overhang. “May I share this space with you?”

[solarsong-writes]

I'm alive again, and Chapter 4 of Lives Etched onto Our Palms is out!

Oops for being away for so long, I did not think it would be almost three months between updates. Between making a cosplay for Otakon, prepping to teach classes, research, research, and more research; I got progressively busier over the summer. D:

I may or may not start alternating between updates on this fic and Amongst Flowers Without Names since it's been a while! Chapter 5 of Lives Etched onto Our Palms will be coming out first for sure -- it already has 1100ish words written for it!

[mythgirlimagines]

Day 6- Soft

[mythgirlimagines]

Day 7- Light

[mythgirlimagines]

Day 3- Domestic

[solarsong-writes]

It's KanaMafu Week and that means I have a fic for everyone! Lives Etched on Our Palms is a Kanamafu reincarnation AU where I had the idea to combine all of the KanaMafu Week prompts into one coherent fic!

Summary:

The wheel of time spins on and on, centuries after centuries, millennia after millennia. It’s said that ‘history repeats itself’, that mankind will inevitably commit the same mistakes over and over again. Some protest that the choices people make matter, that not everything is predetermined. Regardless of the truth, the Goddess watches over all.

Or

Of past lives, of countless partings and reunions, of two souls clawing through fate and finding one another again.

Or

The author’s ambitious (and mildly unhinged) project to combine all the 2024 Kanamafu Week prompts into one coherent story.

The first three prompts are done and will be posted in a timely manner, 4-7 are still in progress and may be delayed.

[mythgirlimagines]

Day one- 25:00

[mythgirlimagines]

Day 5- Summer

[mythgirlimagines]

Day 2- Flowers