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★For the Love of Hens is out! Happy 4/20 and Happy Birthday Shane!★ Please consider checking out the zine which is free to download though charity donations toward mental health support services are highly encouraged! Download below! ↓

#WOOOOOO!! it's out!! #stardew valley #sdv #sdv zine #for the love of hens #my fic is in here! #please check this out! lots of wonderful fics and art is in here!! #sv shane

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love's imbroglio - mystic messenger (Jumin Han/MC)

“I might not have the experience or knowledge like you, but I am a fast learner. Teach me, and I’ll be able to perform within your range of expectations. If I can’t keep up—dismiss me. But before you let your biases muddle your judgement, at least let me prove myself that I am not incompetent to whatever level you hold me at.”

Her eyes narrowed to the same firmness of her voice. She knew her mild temperament was close to succumbing to fury and disgust, but she smoothed her skirt and reigned in her anger. Once the elevator descended to the lobby, she could walk away and forget everything.

In fact, she could have walked away at any moment, damn the consequences. Yesterday, three days ago, last week when the deal was finalized. Yet she stayed. She couldn’t find it in herself to leave—not when her parents’ businesses were on the line. Not when her mother’s high end fashion line and her father’s grand hotels were at stake.

Although she should have been aghast by the severity of the situation, something far greater than those concerns reeled her attention away. Where did her older sister go?

The eldest was all gung-ho about inheriting her mother’s business that she interned and worked along their mother after high school and the following years. Her sister cut back on college classes and managed to be a part-time model and promote clothing lines and promotional items.

Now she—the second daughter—was thrust amid family problems. Correction—family business problems. Her disinterest in her parents’ business was clear, yet she found herself in the very core of it.

Most importantly, why did her sister disappear? And where did she go?

Her knuckles whitened as she curled her fingers into a tight ball. Her jaw was taut with tension. It was too soon to be reminded of her sister. She disappeared just five months ago. 

She saw Jumin visibly stiffen, but his face was impassive as he brushed her comments aside with a pointed, sidelong glance. His eyes reflected a cold indifference, almost imploring her to utter one more bold statement that would lead to her resigning by tomorrow. 

The air between them was filled with a thick silence. Mingled in with a tension and discomfort on a spectrum she hadn’t known existed until now.

She was going to be fired. She was certain of it. As her gaze caught his reflection in the elevator mirror, she noticed that he crossed his arms—it crinkled the sleeves of his dark tailored suit—and lowered his gaze. He suddenly found interest in the plush carpeting. Likewise, she averted her eyes to the wall beside her. But she had to voice her concern—her irritation about his inability to look beyond the small world he submerged himself in. That, and his obsession with his beloved feline partner, Elizabeth the third. “I apologize for my behavior,” Jumin said quietly, keeping her at a distance. Jumin shifted and leaned his shoulder against the wall. His eyes were trained on the glowing elevator buttons in front of him, but his body partially faced her. “I’ve been under much duress as of late. I didn’t mean to ignore or snap at you this entire week. I’ve been…inhospitable ever since our first meeting. And truthfully, it is not your fault by mine.”

#AU #arranged marriage #mystic messenger #mysme #mysme jumin #jumin han #jumin x MC #jumin x OC #my fic #WIP #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #this was a super old idea with jumin/MC ft arranged marriage trope because of furthering business ties #it features a developing relationship/romance/drama #mc's parents and jumin's dad arranged this marriage #jumin is at first critical of MC but he eventually softens up when they spend time together and he ultimately gives her a choice #if she wants to be married to him #mc is torn because she's still young (early 20s) and figuring out her life and decides to wait #side plot that MC's older sister goes missing (pursue her own things) and eldest sister was supposed to marry Jumin INSTEAD #but then shenanigans happened and MC's parents wanted HER to marry Jumin instead #since jumin has never seen the eldest sister before that's why MC “posed” as the eldest #it's a bit of stolen identities/replacement and jumin pieces it together but doesn't tell MC's family that he knows

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For the Love of Hens Zine is live TOMORROW!

I hope you're ready for all the amazing contributions we have!

#SDV #for the love of hens #stardew valley #SDV zine #look out for this everyone! 💕

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I am an Aventurine and Jingliu haver now 😭💕💕💕 I saved up for them ever since I failed to get Blade. So glad to have them!!

#hsr #honkai star rail #kei thoughts #hsr aventurine #hsr jingliu #WOOO 🎉 #good luck to those rolling #I just got lucky to get 2 copies of him omg 😭 #yall cannot believe the awful luck i've had in hsr LOL #i think i used up all of my luck for this year RIP

[keikaru]

Sorry for the long silence, everyone!

It's my pleasure to announce that we will be releasing on time, for the scheduled 20th of April as planned!

We have some beautiful contributions and I'm so happy to have put this project together!

- Neo

#stardew valley #stardew valley zine #pls check this out when it releases! i wrote a fic for this! c: #lots of talented peeps contributed!!

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dreams do not end when you open your eyes - madoka magica (Homura & Madoka)

Her heart beats to the rhythm of Madoka’s name. Only Madoka’s name

Homura’s heart is set aflame with her devotion to Madoka. She will protect her even if it means bending the laws of time to will her wish into reality.

Time will not break her body but her mind. Despair and hope flutter between her ribs, and even if time does not break her body, her mind feels the effects of each loop.

But for Madoka, she will wrench back the hands of time to rewrite their ending. For Homura, there is no greater wish than seeing Madoka’s smile.

Heart aflame, Homura reaches for her bow and fires a succession of arrows. Slender fingers pluck the arrows as if sending a gift of lilies to the receiver. Despite her graceful actions, Homura’s eyes sharpen into a predator’s gaze, counting down the seconds to corner and maim her prey.

She steadies her aim and releases a flurry of arrows with unmatched precision. The arrows are ruthless when they identify its mark—burying itself hilt deep into the wailing witch.

The death cries grow quiet as a bouquet of light flashes. When the brilliance fades, the witch bursts into a confetti of white sparks, like a mermaid disappearing into seafoam.

Once the smoke disperses, grief seeds decorate the ground like loose buttons. Homura leans down and lets her soul gem eagerly devour the seeds. Her soul gem replenishes, the blotted gem turns into a pure, white crystal. Steadily, a warmth spreads across her body, and the tingling sensation fades when her strength returns. Flexing her fingers, she summons her bow like lightning’s equal.

Homura then pockets the remaining seeds and gradually stands up, brushing off the exhaustion of battle from her skirt.

To see that her wish is granted, she will rend each witch asunder to keep Madoka safe.

After all, dreams do not end when you open your eyes.

#one shot #my fic #fanfic #fanfiction #madoka magica #kaname madoka #homura akemi #puella magi madoka magica #guess who just finally read madoka magica #Drabble

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Absolutely delighted to see Merric again!!

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #FEH #FE Merric #Merric fire emblem #kei thoughts

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you do not eat the peaches growing from the boughs of the Ambrosial Arbor - Honkai: Star Rail (Gen)

March muses an innocent quip about sampling a taste of a peach hanging from the Ambrosial Arbor. But Welt immediately admonishes her and stresses the severity of the consequences.

“March,” he says warningly. “Don’t you dare eat them.”

It’s all in jest. Trailblazer knows March’s antics by now. However, March’s lame attempt at diffusing the tension falls short, like the sharpness of scraping one’s knee against concrete, and Welt shuts down any notion of consuming fruits of immortality.

March relents under his gaze and with an apologetic smile, she clasps her hands together to beg for understanding.

“Mr. Yang, I know! I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

When March promises to act with more care, they carefully approach the personification of The Abundance. The Ebon Deer.

From afar, the gold armor plates the deer’s auroral body and silver mist wisps around its body. The shards of Mara glitter like pools of amber on the deer’s body, and the Abundance licks close open wounds.

While surveying their opponent, Trailblazer glances at Welt to gauge how they should act.

The firm, immobile frown on Welt’s face gradually changes into a stony expression. Like holding a candle to the moon, the phases of his concern change in increments.

“We need to be careful,” Trailblazer finally speaks. “But I know we can do this.”

Instantaneously, their voice assuages everyone’s anxiety into a quiet comfort.

Trailblazer’s fingers curl around the bat and they nod to everyone to prepare themselves for combat.

“Let’s go.”

You do not eat the peaches growing from the boughs of the Ambrosial Arbor.

But if you do, what does it matter if it’s a peach or an apple? Longevity runs deep within immortal veins, but they only have one soul. Cling onto the lifelines of the terracotta roots, for its corrosion flows deep.

They say a human heart beats more than 2.5 billion times. However, when you eat a grove of peaches, it’s not enough to measure life through heartbeats. You measure your life in seconds when a blade touches your throat, and the arms of a clock spins tirelessly with no knowledge or care that you are immortal.

Your clock spins without fail and that begs the question—are you timeless? Or living outside the natural course of time? Your heartbeat is your own, and so is your unmaking. Swallow the medicine and open your eyes—you will see a petaled leaf fan out in abundance.

Gold plated leaves wreathe abled bodied soldiers, and you will bleed gold—that is the ichor of the gods.

But you do not walk the path of a god.

You are a long-life species that can succumb to Mara.

Live long enough and fate will tie itself with one hand.

#honkai star rail #hsr #my fic #fanfiction #fanfic #hsr march 7th #hsr trailblazer #hsr welt yang #ideas of immortality #a tidbit of what i've been working on! #WIP #wip wednesday #this is a companion piece to my previous hsr fic #somehow all of these scenes will form a longer story!! #trying to incorporate jing yuan in here somehow hrmmm

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alfonse from the upcoming fire emblem heroes game!

#fire emblem heroes #FEH #art #fe alfonse #alfonse fire emblem

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Transient as Vapor - Honkai: Star Rail (Dan Heng)

My name is Dan Heng.

You shed your old skin and are born anew. You are not your former self, but you carry a mantle from your previous incarnation.

How do these memories fare against the test of time?

I am not him. I am myself.

These are the lies—or truths? —you tell yourself as you step into the azure tide. Water pools around your ankles as you breathe in the sea-salt air.

Live as if you are loved. Live as if you only have one breath.

The tide that washes over you exuviates you from past sins. Slowly, you crystallize into a raindrop, and when you emerge, you are not the same person when you leave the water.  

You leave but one trace of yourself in the tide until it disappears so much as seafoam.

You are ever changing, my Vidyadhara friend. Fluid in motion and transient as vapor.

You are yourself when you trod along a snow passage. Your incarnations are footprints disappearing underneath fresh snow fall.

But the past remains because memories linger like a well-worn path.

#honkai star rail #HSR #my fic #fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #dan heng #dan feng #introspection #character study #second pov #this drabble eludes to jing yuan too but i'm not sure how to incorporate all the scenes together yet hmm #stay tuned for a longer fic featuring jing yuan + dan heng + possibly blade! #and exploring more about the mara struck & reincarnation

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Knight of Devotion - FGO (Gawain & Ritsuka Fujimaru)

I am devoted to you in body and blade. Every time my heart beats, it keeps count of my time with you.  

On days where the sun fails to reach you, remember that I am always by your side. This is a promise from me to you, Master.

But enough talk. It is customary to reciprocate your affection with my own. If you permit me some time, I will prepare a return gift for you soon. Please wait for me, Master.  

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Rewriting Gawain’s Valentine’s Day scene in a dialogue/script format. Being familiar with SGGK is not needed, but it’s a bonus if you do hehe.

Read on AO3

#fgo #fate grand order #fgo gawain #my fic #valentine's day #script/dialogue format #wrote this a few years back but sharing it again!! #love him but i wish his return gift was something else haha #friendship/love #very sweet hehe #fic preview

[keikaru]

As much as I love Gawain, his Valentine’s Day/Return gift item was…interesting. Maybe it was just me but I would have preferred a lily, a model of Gringolet, a green girdle/Belt of Bertilak, or maybe even the axe he used to behead the Green Knight?? I would have liked any of those gifts better lmao. 

Brb I’m going to rewrite his scene

#fgo #my fic #bringing this back!! you know what time it is <3

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halfway down to KO - TWST (Deuce Spade)

In which Deuce is a regular for an underground fighting ring.

Underground Fighting AU

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With all the entry fees funneled in by spectators and betting pools, fights were the quickest way to pay bills.

It was incentive enough to keep Deuce addicted to the ring.

By the time his manager finished introductions, Deuce peeled off his letterman and ceremoniously tossed it aside.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins like wildfire as the hot, bright lights from above shone on him. To others, fights were cheap entertainment. To Deuce, however, this was the perfect excuse to blow off steam and make money.

Once the audience started chanting his moniker, his manager grinned and bowed away from the stage. The floodlights switched off row by row until Deuce and his opponent were the only ones illuminated by the harsh whiteness.

Standing center stage, the entire ring glowed for them. 

Deuce tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and observed his opponent. Floyd, Deuce vaguely recalled, as he watched his opponent wrap his knuckles with a white strip of cloth. Floyd wore a gray tank and pushed back his teal hair to reveal a devilish grin on his face.  

Slowly, Floyd dropped into a defensive position.

Deuce grinned. Knees bent, feet apart. Hands poised, he mirrored a fighting stance.

They exchanged pleasantries and obscenities. With slow steps, they circled each other.

Silence eclipsed the arena as the atmosphere grew taut. With all eyes focused on him, the ring was just another stage, another platform, another space to carve his name into infamy.

From far away, he heard a tinny echo bounce across the chipped, gray walls.  

“Three, two, one—fight!”

It was nothing personal when Deuce pummeled into his opponent. A volley of jabs and uppercuts stunned the other man. When Deuce made the mistake of easing up, a sharp blow connected to his face. 

He staggered back, jarred by the hit. 

As he recovered, he swiftly blocked the burst of punches with his forearms. Deuce absorbed the blows, aware of the bruises that would form by tomorrow. But tomorrow only existed when he won this match. He knew he would win.  

Because victory either ended with him or nothing at all. 

It was nothing personal when Deuce received another hit to the face. He stumbled back. The pain sharpened his senses, reminding him why he fought back. Why he participated in the underground ring, and why his shirts always matched the color swatches of bruises.

Because, if he didn’t fight back, he wouldn’t have a place to call home anymore.

Ah. 

That was why he fought. 

He fought not because of thrills or pride. 

To have a roof over their heads and warm food on the table, he fought with all he had to make sure his mom had a place to sleep at night. He didn’t care if he was out on the streets, if rain battered him while he begged for a part-time job—or anything really—to pay rent. He wanted to protect his mom because he knew she deserved better. 

It also wasn’t her fault that he turned out this way. He willfully chose this path, of bloodied fists and a bruised body, because he was good at it. He didn’t like it, but that didn’t matter because it paid the bills. 

To protect all that he had—he negotiated with his fists.

A sharp metallic scent filled his nostrils when something collided with his face. 

“Ooooh,” the crowd collectively went. 

Another grin curled onto his lips. Deuce underestimated his opponent. Warm up time was over. 

He ignored the blood dripping down his shirt and grinned.

Idle thoughts paid a price.

#twisted wonderland #TWST #deuce spade #floyd leech #AU #alternative universe #underground fighting ring au #deuce is a delinquent here #originally for a twst bigbang but didn't have the time to finish so posting the draft here anyways! #fanfiction #fanfic #my fic #i actually have a full fic but this is a snippet #title inspired by aruvn's cover of “Odo” by Ado

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Now debating whether I should make a Bluesky account

#kei thoughts #i could just leave twitter for good #bluesky #any writers want to find me there...

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Boundary Line (of the heart, of the world)

In which Bronya reflects about the future of Belobog

Tags: Bronya/Seele | Gen | 1k+ words | Mutual Pining, Rebuilding Belobog, Developing Relationships, Self-reflection

Read here on AO3

[snippet under the cut]

“Even if my memories of the Underground are faint, fingerprints of the past linger in my heart,” Bronya murmurs softly, her eyes roaming over the oil-black lampposts illuminating the brick-paved streets of Boulder Town below. Her eyes flicker to Seele when she resumes. “If I can build a better tomorrow for both the Underground and Overworld citizens, would you honor me with your strength to reclaim that future?”

“Fancy words for saying you need me, Bronya.” Seele grins at the future heir and shakes her head. “When you say it like that, it makes me want to protect that future with you. So yes, if you’ll have me, I want to help you build that future.”

#honkai star rail #HSR #bronya rand #hsr bronya #hsr seele #bronya x seele #fanfiction #my fic #fanfic #mutual pining #developing relationships #rebuilding belobog #ao3 #i kind of like their dynamic haha c: #bronya/seele #fic preview

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#art #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #feh #fe alfonse