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any pain will pass
(hyuna-centric; hyuna/luka and hyuna/mizi; 1.2k; canon-compliant; character study)
The wretched victory on Luka’s face, mouth carved into a smile. Her brother, the blood. How do you forgive someone for that? How do you move past it? How do you forget the way he cares for you artlessly like a child does, anyway, the way something in you echoes it back? She doesn’t forgive him. She—
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in the meantime
(original work; 2.6k; for @fandomtrumpshate + written for @tiltedsyllogism)
This is how it happened: spirits are bodiless things, made of raw magic, weaving in and out of time and space. Nothing that can be touched. Nothing that is itself; unselfed and unmade. This is how it happened: Sisha, spirit, taken into pieces and jigsawed back together— the way Roha described it, once, came down to, you’re undone into nothing, and then you become every version of yourself in every world, and then you walk through a labyrinth and come home. Lesh stepped through the mirror with their hands outstretched and held her like Tam Lin, ever-shifting, a trial and a test and a thing with claws and fur and wings. The shape of a person they got back was something new.
buzzcut season, anyway
(shiguang; rated t; canon-compliant; 1.7k)
“Do you think,” Cheng Xiaoshi says, catching a falling blossom in his hands, delicate, “that when something’s gone, it’s gone forever?” His tone is somber, his eyes dark with memory. He shakes his head as if clearing it, but his gaze stays on the flower. It’s ephemeral, already dead. No. Yes. Think, past or future, effect no change. Think, hypocrite. — Or: 5 photographs.
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blinks. hi is anyone in the mood to read me playing in incoherent origwriting sandboxes for 1.2k— women who are being sharp and mean exes at each other and linking themselves forever together. etc. stream in the muddy water, we're falling on ao3...?
negotiating with the truth
(liu xiao-centric; character study; canon-adjacent; 2.5k 1/? chapters)
Liu Xiao is a scorpion. (Or: college hijinks, found family, queerness, and— this isn't the story you think it is.)
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pour salt in the wound
relationships: qiao ling & shao yuanyuan, qiao ling & cheng xiaoshi, (mentioned) cheng weimin/shao yuanyuan; characters: qiao ling, shao yuanyuan, cheng xiaoshi; post-s2 canon compliant; 1.4k
Qiao Ling says, voice honed to a knife’s edge, “You left him.” There’s something hot and dangerous in her stare. Shao Yuanyuan—situated in Wang Qing’s body and in a setting she barely recognizes and a time she hadn’t expected, placed in an aberration in the timeline—assesses the girl in front of her: mid-twenties, half-furious, grown taller than the waist-height child she’d most recently seen eight years ago (countless repetitions ago) and nearly hidden in the shadows of a hallway. She lets Wang Qing’s mouth curl into a delighted and not-quite-false smile; says brightly, “Aw, Lingling, you have grown up so well.”
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light is burning / as i am burning
relationships: vein/xia fei, vein & xia fei; characters: vein, xia fei; canon-compliant relationship study; 1k words
A phonecall that shouldn’t logically be placed, and Xia Fei’s voice on a panicked, laoban, help. It’s a surprise the first time it works and Vein appears behind him, too-quick, apparition summoned. It’s a reassurance, later, when it’s something solid to rest again. Even later, Xia Fei reaches for his phone, unlocks it hastily and touches the icon for the right contact. It ricochets through his whole body when the realization lands that there's no one to pick up on the other end of the line.
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stares at the ceiling sometimes u get literally possessed by a version of veinxiao that met when they were younger than u typically assume and you are like. well. they should be incredibly weird about it and it should do psychological dmg to liu xiao that vein proceeds to exploit for sex purposes. anyway. stream pretending to be the cat who got the cream on ao3, c1 is primarily chara study through liu xiao pov and c2 is [redacted censor noise] we will continue redacting for the sake of my nonexistent dignity.
