Petal and Blades

I've always jealous ppl who can draw but I have my own thing. Silver smithing. I made based on arthur's drawing. Just done polishing lol Well doesnt looks like it tho lol but i love it. :)

Oh and I also write fic!

hello guys, it's shiningyarrow.

it's been a while. I know I ditched my fic and sounds very unresponsible.

well.

by the time I writing fic, I was mentally very unstable, so I just grinded myself in. literally.

I was reflected myself 100% in, so every time I finished one chapter, I was spent. I was try to sync myself as an Iris.

also.. yeah, I know fic fans hates using chat gpt but I got no choice. this article Im writing is my true grammar skills. english is not my first language, and I always jokes to my non-korean friends "I know I speak like a 10yrs old kid". you can do that on chit chat, but you cant do that on a fic.

there is a korean expression if i translate roughly "flavor of words"

I wanna sync with my korean version as much as I can. and also arthur use southern drawl, so I wanna sync that too. for that, I cant do it by myself. chat gpt was pretty much savior for me for that. I swear I used it only for translation cuz I always write it in korean first.

also I know some of my readers are english speaking-Chinese, and I'm very appreciate it all of you loves my fic. but as a mentioned, Iris born in korea, she got rescued by chinese restaurant owner and I have to talk about that anyways and I was afraid what if I do mistake for culturally. Im history nuts. of course I will do my research, but I speak chinese jack shit.

all that pressures were up on my shoulders so... this is my excuse for long gone...

well try to keep up with chap 17th. Im not promise will be soon but I swear I will be back.

well. I just realize I could say it's RDR2 theme cuz my ex was horrible person lol

Chapter 16

Summary:

The horse disappears before he can touch it. The bed smells like him, and she does the laundry anyway. Somewhere between silence and waiting, someone keeps looking back.

WARNING — historical setting includes racism & sexism reflective of the era — cultural prejudice mentions — english is not my first language!! but I tried. HARD.

A/N:

writer's block hits me hard soooo bad. sorry for make you guys waiting. and if there is a Iranian readers, hopefully everyone is safe. just feel bad I can't do anything cuz I'm at across of globe.

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Summary:

Arthur finds himself revisiting a town filled with old memories, where familiar faces and forgotten warmth linger like echoes. What was supposed to be a simple errand becomes a quiet reckoning with the past, and with feelings he’s long kept at bay. Meanwhile, Iris begins to realize that silence isn’t the same as peace, and missing someone is a softer kind of pain than she expected. As distance grows, so does the weight of what remains unsaid.

Notes:

WARNING — historical setting includes racism & sexism reflective of the era — cultural prejudice mentions — english is not my first language!! but I tried. HARD. Jesus, SO SORRY GUYS. Reality just hit me hard so had to deal with, and of course writer’s block too. and… summer… summer of seoul is pretty notorious even people from always summer countries are complained. it started and I’m melting lol. Anyways Thanks for waiting!

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Currently Im on writer's block and suffering by shit load of works 😭😭

Raining season just started in korea so that affected on my depression too. So hopefully be patient about next one.

If you need K-drama flavored western style post-canon, my fic is right one.

Summary:

A quiet night stretches longer than it should. Some things are said. Some are left unsaid. And in the stillness, what matters most begins to take shape.

Tags : Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Historical References, immigrant life, Strong Female Characters, Asian Character, Arthur Morgan lives, Hurt/Comfort Emotional, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Found Family, Cultural Identity, Cultural Differences, Eastern Medicine, historical racism, Ethnic, Misidentification, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Gang Life, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Arthur Morgan Uses an Alias, Does slow-burn mean burning the author’s own heart

Notes:

WARNING — historical setting includes racism & sexism reflective of the era — cultural prejudice mentions — english is not my first language!! but I tried. HARD. my profile picture is yarrow I made as a silver. it's earring piece and based on Arthurs' drawing. hopefully, my fic writing is going smooth as making something like that..

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Thanks to your comment, I didn’t end up throwing this piece away. It might come off as a bit much—or a bit cringey—but still, I wanted to leave a small note of thanks. I’ve included the original Korean and its English translation below

릭스역 근처 몬타나역 상류에 가면 미스 초이의 오리엔탈 클리닉이 있다. 언덕을 조금 올라, 흰 펜스 안으로 들어가면 당신은 2층짜리 하얀 나무 벽에 연노랑색 지붕으로 된 집을 볼 것이다. 앞마당에는 약초가 심어져있고, 당신이 본 적 없는 짧은 화살이 있을지도 모른다. 그리고 현관에 한발짝 올라서면 못되게 생긴 회색 고양이가 있을 것이다. 그 짐승은 당신을 감시하듯, 올려다 볼 것이다. 그 짐승은 늘 처음 보는 인간에게는 그런 태도를 취했다. 공격은 하지 않을 것이다.

If you head upriver from Montana Station near Riggs, you’ll come across Miss Choi’s Oriental Clinic. Climb a little hill, step past a white fence, and you’ll see a two-story house with white wooden walls and a pale yellow roof. In the front yard, herbs grow in neat rows, and you might even spot some short arrows you’ve never seen before. Step up onto the porch, and there will be a gray cat with a sharp, watchful face. That creature will stare at you as if it’s evaluating your worth. It always behaves that way with strangers. It won’t attack you, though.

당신이 잠시 그 회색 짐승을 내려다보다가 노크를 하려고 문을 보면 문에는 황동 팻말이 하나 걸려있을 것이다. “미스 초이의 오리엔탈 클리닉”이라고 쓰여있는 문에 당신이 노크를 하면 ‘누구세요’ 같은 말은 기대하지 마라. 그 클리닉의 주인인 아이리스 초이는 항상 누군가가 올 것을 알고 있다.

If you glance down at the gray creature for a moment and then reach for the door, you’ll see a brass plaque hanging there. It reads: “Miss Choi’s Oriental Clinic.” Don’t expect to hear a “Who is it?” when you knock. Iris Choi, the woman who runs this clinic, always seems to know when someone’s about to arrive.

체구가 작고, 검은 머리를 땋아 내린 단정한 동양인 여성을 본다면, 그녀가 아이리스 초이다. 당신이 들어가면 탄 쑥 냄새가 집안에서 날 것이다. 나무로 된 바닥, 장작이 잔뜩 쌓여있는 벽난로, 커피테이블과 낡은 소파. 그 위에 왠 덩치 큰 백인 사내가 커피를 마시고 있다가 당신을 슥 돌아본다. 엇자란 턱수염, 낯선 이를 경계하는듯한 눈빛. 어쨌거나 당신은 그 옆에 앉는다. 아이리스가 차를 가지고 돌아오면 그 때부터는 당신도 이곳의 손님이다.

If you see a petite Oriental woman with neatly braided black hair, that’s Iris Choi.As you step inside, the scent of burnt mugwort will greet you. Wooden floors, a fireplace stacked with logs, a coffee table, and a worn-out sofa— on it, a broad-shouldered white man is sipping his coffee. He glances at you with uneven stubble and the wary eyes of someone used to strangers. Still, you take a seat beside him. When Iris returns with a tray of tea, that’s when you become a guest here, too.

옆의 백인 남자가 피우는 담배 냄새, 말린 쑥 냄새가 나는 이 곳에, 팬서의 눈을 한 회색 고양이가 당신을 쳐다보고 있는 이 곳에, 편하게 앉아 있다 가시라. 모닥불을 보며 멍을 때려도 좋고, 고양이와 놀아주어도 좋고, 아이리스의 진료실에 꽂힌 책을 읽어도, 그녀가 화살을 정리하는 걸 지켜봐도 좋다. 혹은 어퍼몬타나의 물 흐르는 소리를 배경 삼아 집에 있던 사내가 장작을 패는 동안 그의 남성적인 매력에 침을 흘리며 구경하는것도 나쁘지 않을 것이다.

그저… 쉬다 가시라.

In this place—where the white man's cigarette smoke mixes with the scent of dried mugwort, where a gray cat with panther eyes watches your every move— you’re welcome to sit and stay awhile. 

Stare into the fire. Play with the cat. Read one of the books tucked away in Iris’s clinic, or watch her sort her arrows in quiet focus. Or perhaps, with the sound of the Upper Montana River in the background, you'd rather spend the day watching the man of the house split firewood—admiring his rugged charm and maybe drooling a little while you're at it. That wouldn't be such a bad way to pass the time, either.

Summary:

One of them reaches for steadiness. The other pretends he’s not already leaning. Peace doesn’t always mean stillness—sometimes, it just means they stayed.

Notes:

WARNING — historical setting includes racism & sexism reflective of the era — cultural prejudice mentions — english is not my first language!! but I tried. HARD. guys am I doing alright? (sobbing)

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Summary:

A quiet night never stays quiet for long. But sometimes, even in the aftermath, there’s warmth— a blanket, a drink, a steady presence to hold you still while your hands won’t stop shaking.

Notes:

WARNING — historical setting includes racism & sexism reflective of the era — cultural prejudice mentions — english is not my first language!! but I tried. HARD. I'm having bit of writer's block now. I won't abandon my fic. don't worry about that. just... having little difficult for writing. still thanks for waiting, and always appreciate for reading. kudos, you comment will be a big support for me.

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Wanted something cabochon but they dont sell iy under 2mm :(