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I had the honor of guest writing for this zine, and I got to write about Absol lore and the Nibelheim Incident! There's so much amazing fic and art in this zine, definitely check out the shop here!

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[Alt Image ID:  Preview: Honor Amongst Thieves. "Cinna's in charge of the mission. What he says, goes. If he's not there, Marcus is next in charge, then Blank. They tell you to hide? You hide. They tell you to jump, you ask how high. Clear?" "Clear." Eiko nods. "Anything else?" Baku squints at her, then nods. "That's about it, really. It's a two-day job - a day's travel there and back, and we pull the job overnight. It'll be a long couple a'days." "That's fine." "It's on you to sort an alibi and cover your ass up at the castle." "Yeah, yeah, I'll get it sorted, old man!" Eiko slaps her hands flat on the table and stands up on her chair to lean forward more, ignoring Baku's guffaw. "What's the job, already?" Baku turns to the side and sneezes,then looks up at Eiko with a grin. "We're gonna rob the King's estate." /end ID]

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Title: remember, remember (this is now) Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity Rating: T Relationships: none (Link/Sidon if you squint, mentioned canon Mipha/Link) Length: 3.8k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: I wrote this piece for the Homemade in Hyrule Zelda Cookbook Zine! Leftover sales are open now, so you can snag your copy of the zine if you missed preorders!

The siege lasts three full days. A seemingly endless onslaught of Guardians and Moblins and those horrible dark shadow-mockeries of the Champions are, at long last, defeated. Princess Zelda awakens her holy powers, cutting through the enemy lines as swiftly as any Divine Beast.

And, at the end of it all, Fort Hateno stands strong.

Sidon sits on the trunk of a fallen tree, looking around at the walls of the stronghold. Soldiers mill about, bandaging the wounded and taking stock of the supplies salvaged from the Fort. In the distance, Zelda sits, Impa by her side, hearing Kohga’s account of Astor’s callous sacrifice of his kin. He cannot make out what is being said, nor what the soldiers near him are saying, over the hollow ringing in his ears.

“You’re bleeding.”

Sidon looks up with a start. Mipha is frowning down at him in concern. Her hand hovers in the air over his shoulder, wavering uncertainly. Sidon looks down at his forearm. He is bleeding. It’s probably a bad sign that he hasn’t taken notice of it.

“It’s just a scratch,” Sidon says, and his own voice sounds distant in his ears.

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[image id: a screenshot from Breath of the Wild of Zora's Domain. Mipha's statue is central, with a few Zora children playing by the statue's feet. Sidon stands on an upper level, looking out at the plaza. He is a tall shark Zora, with red and white skin and a strap over one shoulder. Text over the image reads: remember, remember (this is now). 3.8k words. T. Sidon-centric. written by ShrapnelChan for the Homemade in Hyrule Zine. end id.]

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This was a ton of fun last year, let's play again! Comments a character/pairing and a number between 1-100 and I'll write a drabble based on it!

[image id:  red and white text on a black background reads: "Spotify Wrapped Writing Challenge! Reply with: a character or pairing; a number between 1-100; and I will write a drabble based on the corresponding song from my Top 100 Most Played Spotify playlist!" The text is surrounded by the outlines of rose and sparkles in red. end id]

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i am seeing in me now (the things you swore you saw yourself)

Fandom: Pokemon Sword and Shield Rating: T Relationships: Piers & Marnie; Piers & Raihan Length: 2.5k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: I wrote this piece for Eclipse: A Dark-Type Pokemon Zine, to represent Piers! Check out their Twitter for more amazing fic and art centered around Dark-type Pokemon and Trainers!

“Viewer ratings dip whenever gym challengers reach Spikemuth. Your predecessor had a strong fanbase to combat it, but you being so new,” Rose pauses, finger twirling in his hair. “It’s difficult to build that sort of support, and you’ve barely had a year to do so. I’m sure you can appreciate how concerned we are.”

“You can’t take the gym away from Spikemuth,” Piers growls, his voice flat. He glances at Marnie, asleep beside him on the Chairman’s pristine sofa, and fights to keep his voice low. “The gym circuit’s the lifeblood of the town, it brings in travelers from all over the region an’ keeps our goods on the market.” 

“That’s not the League’s responsibility.” Oleana doesn’t look up from her clipboard. 

“But it is mine!” Piers’s voice echoes through the room as he stands, fists clenched tight at his side as he glowers at Oleana. 

A tiny, broken hiccup breaks through the tension, and Piers feels his anger dissipate as he turns to Marnie. She’s already crying, tears welling up in wide green eyes and spilling over onto chubby cheeks. 

Piers crouches down beside her. He lifts a thumb to wipe away her tears. “Marns, hey, what’s wrong?”

“Don’ be mad, Piers. Please?” she hiccups through her tears. She looks up at him, lower lip trembling. 

“Here, now, no one’s mad, see?” He scoops her up and holds her close, rubbing one hand along her back. “Sorry for scarin’ you.” He turns and glances back at the two adults. Rose is looking at him with a sickeningly fake pity. Piers can’t even bear to meet his eyes. 

At least Oleana’s cold judgement is honest. 

It’s cold, and uncaring, but it’s honest.

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do you fancy a fine fabric?

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Rating: T Relationships: Edward “Blackbeard” Teach/Stede Bonnet Length: 1.2k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: I wrote this piece for the OFMDZineTalentShow prompt, “Design a Flag”, hosted by the @ofmdzine​ - check them out for more fun pieces!

Edward runs his hands over the cloth with a cautious reverence, hesitant to touch the fabric. Heavy brocade, crisp dupioni, delicate chiffon, all pass between his slightly shaking fingers. It seems such a shame to carve up each piece the way they would need to. “You’re sure you wanna use this for your flag?” His eyes snap up to meet Stede’s, thumb still rubbing delicately over an intricately crocheted lace.  

“Yes,” Stede says. “It’s scraps, things that are worn beyond repair. More where they came from, anyhow!” There’s a flippancy in his voice as he waves at the fabric that Edward doesn’t quite understand – one more thing in a long list of things that drives home the difference between Ed and Stede.

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(tear down) these monuments we’ve built

Fandom: Pokemon Sword and Shield Rating: G Relationships: none, gen Length: 1.6k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: Written for the Champion Time Zine - check out the other pieces at their twitter here!

Perhaps Leon shouldn’t be so skeptical of Opal selecting Bede to be her successor. Bede had taken the early stages of the gym circuit by storm, showcasing his skill and dominating the challenges. Opal had helped him to hone that potential despite his arrogant attitude.

Leon scans the paperwork, filled out in Bede’s blocky print and countersigned in Opal’s loopy cursive, and lays it beside his proposals for Battle Tower challengers.

Bede is rigid in the squashy chair opposite him, half his face cast in golden afternoon glow.

Leon clears his throat. “So, you were endorsed by Rose, correct?”

“Chairman Rose, yes.” Bede’s posture stiffens further as he corrects Leon.

Leon frowns. He’s had to remind himself often that Rose was responsible for his own actions. It seems Bede needs the reminder, too. “Ex-Chairman,” he says gently.

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Eclosion

Fandom: Pokemon Gold/Silver/Crystal Rating: G Relationships: n/a Length: 2.5 k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: Written for the Bug Off! Pokemon Zine - check out the other amazing pieces at their twitter here!

Bugsy taps send and leans back in his chair, groaning and rubbing his blurring eyes. Four hours of sorting through paperwork and emails has his head swimming. Shedinja nudges his shoulder, rocking back and forth in concern.

Bugsy smiles at the ghost. “I’m fine, buddy. Just tired.” He stands and stretches, sighing at the satisfactory pop of his shoulders. Shedinja hovers close behind as he picks his way through the messy office. Mimi and Josh glance up as he passes, returning quickly to their work. Bugsy leans on the doorjamb, surveying the Bug Catching Contest preparations. 

His office is adjacent to a large observation deck above the eastern gate, overlooking the National Park. It’s a hive of activity. Volunteers tack up sponsorship posters and set up merchandise booths. Bugsy’s Yanmega balances a box of camera equipment on his Heracross’ head, following the beetle to the news crew. 

Shedinja bumps into Bugsy’s shoulder. “Lots to do, still,” he murmurs, stroking the ghost’s head. His phone vibrates, a reminder for another deadline lighting up the screen.

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to dwell in possibility (where do i go from here?)

Fandom: SK8 the Infinity Rating: T Length: 3k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: I wrote this piece for Let's Go Together! A Found Family SK8 the Infinity Zine. You can check out the other pieces as well as snap up some leftover sales on their tumblr @sk8theinfinityzine or on their twitter, right here!

The downpour of rain outside nearly drowns out the merry chime of the bell over the door. Kaoru steps into Dope Sketch and lowers his umbrella, thick sheets of water slamming into the asphalt behind him.

Reki looks up from the paper he’s scowling at. “Hi, welcome – oh, Sakurayashiki-san! Hi, what brings you in?” He swipes several crumpled balls of paper into the trash behind him.

Kaoru glances around the empty shop as he tucks his dripping umbrella into the bin haphazardly nestled by the door. He turns to Reki. “I’m actually here on business. I’d placed an order with the manager a few days ago.”

Reki’s eyes light up. “Oh! Yeah, we have that, give me a second.” He ducks into the back room.

Kaoru scans the shop. Bright rainbows of wheels are displayed on one shelf, trucks below them glinting in the fluorescent lights. Vividly painted boards decorate the walls. Kaoru recognizes the style from Reki and Langa’s boards. A small sign taped up behind the counter reads: “CUSTOM DECKS! Ask for Reki.”

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we should just kiss like real people do

Fandom: SK8! the Infinity Rating: T Relationships: matchablossom Length: 5.6 k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: Written for bitterheart for the MatchaBlossom Exchange - check out the other pieces at their twitter here! There’s also a playlist I made to go with this fic, you can listen to it here!

Kojiro has never liked hospitals. Nowhere near how much Kaoru hates them - Kaoru’s magick sings through his blood always, dulled by the painkillers and the alcohol swabs that dry his skin up and steal the ink from his fingertips. Everything that makes hospitals clean and healing overloads Kaoru’s senses like a thunderstorm destroys a field of crops - antiseptic stench drowning out the warm earthy scent of natural dyes, white walls and echoing tile floors drowning out the song of words that he paints onto his papers.

So Kojiro knows that Kaoru is going to be absolutely fucking sick of the hospital by the time he picks his friend up. “How do you feel?”

Kaoru rolls his eyes and pushes his wheelchair past Kojiro to the front desk. “I’ve been on painkillers and sedatives for a week. I have to use a wheelchair for any movement more strenuous than standing still for a few minutes. How do you think I feel?” The secretary smiles sympathetically as she passes Kaoru a clipboard with his release forms.

“Yeah, you probably feel like shit. Which is actually why I’m here.”

The pen glides over the page as Kaoru signs his name on the release form. He turns to Kojiro, mouth set in a hard line. “You mean, other than the fact you promised me a ride home three days ago?”

Kojiro smiles his best client-appeasement-smile, hands in his jacket pockets. “Either you come stay at my place until you’re out of the wheelchair, or I’m gonna come stay with you.”

Kaoru freezes. Kojiro knows the full weight of his ultimatum. Theirs is a relationship of heavy boundaries, of lines carved deep into a stone floor and never, ever crossed.

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it’s where you go to rest your bones

Fandom: SK8 the Infinity Rating: M Relationships: MatchaBlossom Length: 20 k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: I wrote this piece for the @sk8infinitybb - check out their twitter for the other works in the collection! 

One day, Adam was there, and then the next, he is gone.

In a way, Kaoru blames himself. Endless what-ifs float through his thoughts. What if we talked to him earlier? What if we approached him differently? What if, what if, what if.

Kojiro doesn't want to talk about it. He's angry, Kaoru knows, at what Adam has been doing to other skaters, at how they didn't notice until a skater ended up in hospital, at how Adam abandoned them so suddenly.

Kaoru wants to be angry. He wants to feel that white-hot fury that twists Kojiro's face whenever Adam is asked after. The anger would make it all feel more real – that the hurt Adam caused was tangible, something that Kaoru could look at. He could pin down the cause of the anger that makes Kojiro's eyes narrow and his cheeks flush and his fists tighten.

Instead, Kaoru only feels the empty, gnawing guilt that twists in his belly like a knife.

And Adam is gone, an empty hole in Kaoru's heart in his place, and Kaoru is left dizzy in the wake of his absence.

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 Kaoru is eighteen when he is diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder.

He's always prided himself on being successful at whatever he sets his mind to. Skating, coding, calligraphy, they all bring comfort and structure to the horrific chaos that is reality. School and grades, networking, applying for universities and jobs, the pressures implemented by society and by his parents, they all make Kaoru feel small, like there's a massive weight on his chest, flattening his ribcage and squeezing at his lungs and his heart, making his heartbeat ring in his ears and making it so he can't draw breath.

Kojiro leaves. He goes to Italy, takes up an apprenticeship at one of Italy’s best culinary schools and focuses on learning the craft that has been one of his passions ever since they were small. “I'll be back,” he promises, but Kaoru sees how his eyes light up on their Skype calls as he tells stories of small Italian towns and of his latest culinary challenges. He tells himself he has no right to Kojiro's happiness, that if Kojiro is happy in Italy then who the hell is he to hold him to a promise to return to Okinawa?

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Here's a preview of my piece for @letsgojohtozine !! Give them a follow if you haven't already - preorders for this zine are coming up soon!

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i've been searching for something taken out of my soul

by ShrapnelChan

part of the Let's Go Johto! Zine

A single bubble rises to the surface of the pool. It floats there for a few seconds, then pops. Then another. And another. And another. Rings ripple outward from the bubbles and a tremor shakes the stone floors.

Kris braces herself and lifts an arm in front of her face as Lugia springs forth from the pool, icy water spraying the cavern and filling the room with a fresh, damp chill. Kris can see her breath clouding in front of her face as she slowly lowers her arm.

Lugia is huge, filling the cavern. Silver feathers sparkle with seawater and the wind rushes as his wings beat in the air.

Kris slowly, slowly looks up and locks eyes with Lugia.

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The Bug Off! Zine preorders will be opening on August 15! Follow @bugoffpkmnzine and our twitter for updates and more previews! 

Here's a preview of the fic I wrote for this amazing zine! We've got BUGS, we've got BUG TRAINERS, we've got BUG CATCHING CONTESTS WITH DRAMA! There's a ton of amazing art, fic, and merch in this zine so don't miss out!

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Bug Off! a bug type pokemon zine

eclosion, by ShrapnelChan

Preorders open August 15, 2021

The eastern gate is abuzz with excited chatter and the hum of insect wings. One trainer polishes his Ledian’s shell. Nearby, a girl carefully grooms her Butterfree’s wings with a specialized brush. A few trainers speak in rapid-fire Kalosian, cradling a cluster of tiny Spewpa in their arms and staring wide-eyed at the Johto-native bugs.  Tongue between his teeth, Bugsy squints at his phone, noting which participants have checked in with Mimi at the southern gate.

“Bugsy!”

He barely has time to react before someone crashes into him. Bugsy freezes.  He knows that voice. He turns his head and sure enough, it’s Whitney hugging him. “Whit! You’re here!”

She giggles as she releases him and holds up one calloused hand, showing off the band on her wrist. “I decided to participate! You always had so much fun, why not compete? Besides,” Whitney says with a wink, “bugs are pretty cute!”

Bugsy smiles softly. “Whit… it’s nice to see a familiar face.”

"Of course! Oh, is Falkner here, yet?” She taps a finger on her cheek. “We signed up together.”

“Falkner’s coming?”

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Under the Stars

Fandom: Pokemon Sword and Shield Rating: T Relationships: Raihan/Piers Length: 1.7k words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own Notes: I wrote this piece for Jonelin for the KBNZ Secret Valentine’s Exchange over on Twitter - check out their twitter for the other gifts that were created!

The air on the pitch whirls with sand, the sandstorm howling and wind whistling as the two trainers stare one another down.

Raihan grins, all sharp teeth and enthusiasm, and digs his heel into the dirt. The battle had been his idea, and he doesn’t regret it – what better challenge for the great Raihan than a no-Dynamax rematch with Galar’s top Dark-type user?

“Duraludon, Body Press!”

Piers’s own instruction is lost to the wind as Duraludon pushes forward. The dragon launches himself into the air, arms raised to strike Obstagoon with his large metal frame. Obstagoon lets out a furious shriek and crosses his arms in front of himself. A large, black-and-white X forms in the air. Duraludon hits the Obstruct, and electricity crackles as the Fighting type move pushes forward against the Dark shield.

“Go, Stone Edge!” Raihan thrusts his arms forward as he calls out the move, stretching his hand out towards the battle.

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The One Where They Don’t Know We Know chapter two: Raihan

Fandom: Pokémon Sword and Shield Relationships: Leon/Raihan, Nessa/Sonia Length: 17,804+ words Where to Read: Archive of Our Own

Monday 12 April. Hammerlocke.

Mondays are Raihan’s favourite day of the week.

This isn’t due to any particular love of their job, though they adore being a gym leader and are grateful that they have the opportunity to make a career out of training their Pokémon. But Mondays usually mean paperwork and scheduling and all of the office work to prepare for the upcoming week. It’s not the most fun part of the job.

Since Leon took over as League Chairman, however, it also includes a longer lunch break so that the two can get out of the office and enjoy a meal together. They’ll talk shop and get their League business dealt with, but most of their mealtime is spent hanging out and enjoying each other’s company.

Last week, Leon had left their usual luncheon early. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet all day, and then he’d hesitantly brought up The Article. Raihan had rather wished the earth would open up beneath them and swallow them whole.

They’re toying with the thought again now, mostly because if the earth does not swallow them whole, then they’re going to die, here and now, watching Leon’s forearms.

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Preorders are officially OPEN for @sk8theinfinityzine! My story centers around Kaoru and Reki and afternoons at Dope Sketch   There's so many amazing fics and art and merch in this zine, definitely check it out! Link to twitter here, and shop link is here.

Proceeds from this zine will be donated to stopaapihate, and there's an early-bird bonus for any orders placed on or before September 6th!

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SK8! the Infinity Zine

Preorders open August 23rd!

to dwell in possiblity (where do i go from here?)

by ShrapnelChan

Kaoru runs one fingertip along the deck's outer edge, then brings his hand up to hold tight to a wheel. He rubs a thumb along the flat of the wheel, wrist flexing to test the twist of the truck.

"Alright, here it is - ah."

Kaoru glances up as Reki comes through the doorway, then back down to the board. "These are the wheels you used in your beef against Adam."

It's not a question. Reki nods anyway. "Yeah. I was, ah, trying to figure out how to increase the speed in dry weather. To offset the -"

"The decreased speed from the increased traction, yes." Kaoru hums, eyes flicking back and forth as he examines the deck.

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