zines

❖ Infinity: Ensemble Stars Rarepair Fanbook (Charity) - Poppies in Summer
❖ IDOLiSH7 Spring Harmony Zine (Profit) - Ouka Shigure
❖ Tressa's Travel Diary (Profit) - Bedtime Stories
❖ IDOLiSH7 Four Seasons Zine* (Charity) - Japan's Next Top Chef: Matsuri Edition
❖ SAMSARA: A Dan Heng Zine - [As guest writer, CURRENTLY IN PROGRESS!]
❖ ECLIPSE: An AkiToya Zine - Social Media/Community Mod - Writer; IN PROGRESS

events

❖ IDOLiSH7 Flashbang 2018 - a cat's life just comes once
❖ IDOLiSH7 Xmas Exchange 2018 - the most colorful time of the year.
❖ IDOLiSH7 Flashbang 2019 - masked.
❖ GBF Secret Santa 2020 - the new emissary from hell (not clickbait)
❖ Touken Ranbu Secret Santa 2021 - endless night
❖ MahoYaku Secret Santa 2021 - the nail polish of desire.
❖ Touken Ranbu Secret Santa 2022 - these snowy days
❖ MahoYaku Secret Santa 2022 - winter falls & timeless (pinch-hitter)
❖ Touken Ranbu Secret Santa 2023 - enhancement
❖ MahoYaku Secret Santa 2023 by @Mahoyaku_doodle - twinkle of an eye

* = zine's twitter was suspended for an unknown reason, but the zine was completed and sold.

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fandoms i am most comfortable writing: project sekai, touken ranbu, mahoyaku, limbus company + other projmoon works (everything but distortion detective is a-ok!), honkai star rail, fatefandoms i can write in but would require refreshing: jujutsu kaisen, kamen rider (ooo, w, build so far but i'll binge any tokusatsu if you so desire) tokyo revengers, spy x family, granblue fantasy, genshin impact, idolish7, twisted wonderland, a3!, uta no prince-sama, fire emblem three houses, fire emblem: awakening or fire emblem fates, any of the other fandoms listed here.just DM me for more details!

slots

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writing samples

all samples are SFW!other examples: rated m or rated e.the following excerpts have been written within the last few years. they have been taken from the following fics published on ao3 with the date indicated. please read the whole fic for a better idea!❖ peace and quiet. (March 2021) - Granblue Fantasy (Cassius x Eustace)
❖ Strength (January 2021) - Genshin Impact (General fic with Razor and Diluc)
❖ winter falls (December 2022) - Mahotsukai no Yakusoku (Bradley x Nero)
❖ the merciless light of the moon. (August - September 2022) - Project Sekai (sample centers around Akito and Ena, but is overall an Akito x Touya fic)
❖ extinction (September 2023) - Honkai Star Rail (Blade study)

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peace and quiet.

Eustace has heard things about the nighttime bar Ladiva ran called Raduga. However, the idea of being known and perceived in such a space scared the shit out of him, so here he is, standing outside on the Grandcypher's deck staring at the moon like an idiot. The night isn't chilly for once, but rather a pleasant cool breeze.The full moon shines on him tonight, illuminating the worn and dependable floorboards of the ship's deck, confirming to him that no one else was out right now as well. These nights, most people either went to Raduga if they were troubled or were fast asleep in their rooms. Eustace lets out a sigh.Eustace feels too much. He hates it. He repressed it all usually, so when his emotions came out too heavily, he becomes consumed by them. His revenge. He glances at his hands, remembering that day so freshly when he shot the man who destroyed his village down. It didn't feel amazing. It didn't give him that catharsis. He kept living and pushing on for that purpose, but once he's done that… the peace he felt was relative. He just wonders what other purpose he had in life. Paying back Ronan? Helping the captain reach Estalucia?He doesn't know. He's restless, even more so after his encounter with that otherworldly being imitating his brother back at the village.He's long accepted that they're never coming back, but sometimes… it hurt. He has others he cherishes deeply and tries to protect now. Maybe the Society has become his new family, along with the captain and their crew.Nights like this made him desire another body beside him. Someone to calm his restlessness and stare at the moon with him. Of course, there are strange associations with that now, knowing the moon still is planning its eradication of the skyrealm, but he could appreciate its beauty better now. It wasn't like he was on the moon, but judging from his cohorts— no, friends' thoughts about the moon in its beauty…For now, it remained breathtaking, even if its dwellers were their enemy.He loves the peace and quiet, but it seems like the solitude is chipping away at him. He may be yearning, so what. The touch of another. When he held Cassius's hand earlier. The surprising warmth of his hand. How it lingered when they parted ways to their rooms on the ship.Boots clack against the floorboards, alerting Eustace of another person's arrival. He scans the deck for any other clues of the other person, but he's too slow. The one he was just thinking of. "You're up late." Eustace remarks slowly."I should be saying that to you. It seems like my energy levels are still high, so I came to get fresh air." Cassius shrugs, "a logical explanation would be… or should I say in skydweller logic…""Hm..?""I wanted to see Eustace, but he was not in his room," Cassius continues slowly, stepping right next to him against the deck’s railing. He then glances up. "The moon."Eustace blinks, red tinting his cheeks, "why did you… want to see me?""It's illogical," Cassius chuckles, "yet I cannot stop myself from having that feeling. I enjoy your company."Eustace grunts, but turns to Cassius, staring at him with an indescribable feeling. "Me too."

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winter falls

“At least you didn’t take forever out there like last time,” Nero peeks over his shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Your share is on the table.”“Oh, leftovers?” Bradley smirks, “thanks, Nero. By the by…”“Yeah?” Nero seems to have lost interest already, going back to washing the dishes.Bradley scoffs, setting the makeshift container of stardust sugar on the counter. Near to Nero. “Got a bottle for this?”Nero makes an inaudible groan, then turns his head to get a good look at what Bradley brought back. His eyes open, and for a moment, Bradley notices a small smile on Nero’s face. That same charming smile that he can have sometimes.Bradley looks away.“So you were there, huh?” Nero chuckles lowly, picking up the container and inspecting its contents. “Haha. You were out there all afternoon and only got this much. But that should be enough to make a little something, I guess.”“I did pretty well, y’know? I better get a reward for this.” Bradley scoffs, watching triumphantly as he watches Nero rinse his hands off and dries them. Nero’s already going through his cupboards, finally pulling out an empty jar. He transfers the crystals into it and seals them with the cap. It squeaks and clicks into place, and Nero holds it up against the light.“Yeah, still as blindin’ as ever,” Nero mumbles quietly. “Thanks. Guess I got somethin’ in mind already. I was gonna whip up another pie, but I guess this might be a nice change of pace.”Bradley grins, “‘Kay. I’m gonna eat and wait.” He lifts a hand in a nonchalant wave, the other hand shoving its way into Bradley’s coat pocket.A snort accompanies a click of the tongue. “Just stay outta my way, asshole.” Nero remarks.When Bradley’s out of the picture, Nero shakes around the jar again, humming along to how the sugar clink against the walls of the glass. It’s almost the same amount as it was back then, although he lied to Bradley by insinuating it’s less.It’s not surprising that Bradley remembered, but it’s incredibly frustrating at the same time. Those days won’t ever be back. Nero’s changed too much. Bradley has changed in his own way but at the same time…His thoughtless thoughtfulness never truly changed.It pisses Nero off a little, but he’s already gathering the ingredients for Kaken Meteor. Would Bradley remember this? Bradley said things like “it’s not a bad flavor” back then. “It’s strong enough to leave an impression,” he said back then.Nero back then was filled with way too much pride. It all deflated like hot air when that happened. Bradley trusts him for stupid stuff like this, but wouldn’t—That’s all in the past.Measure the ingredients with some degree of precision. Mix. Let the dough come together. Heat the oil.It’s routine. But it’s too nostalgic. This used to be tougher for Nero back then. His attempt was amateurish at best. It didn’t rise properly. It was too dense.But those idiots thought it was fine as long as it was sweet. It showed the power of stardust sugar.Bradley back then chomped it all down without a thought. Bradley ate the most out of the others that day— claiming superiority.Nero thought it was stupidly endearing. He still thinks so.But now it’ll be something worth hogging. Nero’s improved a lot from the past. Now it’ll be airy and all proper. It’ll melt in the mouth with that same somber salty-sweetness. It’s a lot like those days with the bandit gang. Victory always felt sweet, but too often he got reminded of how transient these days were.It wasn’t ever a sustainable profession, after all. It was always so dangerous…But Nero wonders if what they’re doing now is really any less reckless. Not like he had the choice to get out of it— but, it’s not like Nero could leave the others alone, either.

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strength

“Aether,” Diluc speaks up, adjusting his gloves as he watches Razor disappear into the forest, “I have some matters to attend to as well, so I won’t be accompanying you back to the city. Stick to the outrider.”Aether blinks, and Paimon gasps as she tries to float over to Diluc. “Wait, wait! You’re leaving too?”“I’ll be back by dawn,” Diluc sighs, offering a wave before fleeing the scene. Out of a terrible habit, Diluc adjusts his gloves as he breaks into a sprint. The wolf Boreas stated that Razor was not a wolf, but Razor insisted he was not a city human. Then where did he belong? Boreas indicated that the traveler was Razor’s lupical, but it seems like Razor still has difficulty in coming to terms with it.Master Diluc does not like to be bothered. He’ll lend a hand if it benefits him... if it benefits the goodwill of Mondstadt… he spoke to Lisa recently. She said she had a hand in taking care of a boy who lived amongst wolves sometimes, and that it was Grand Master Varka who gave him his name and taught him how to swing his blade. The Grand Master continues to be the most puzzling man in existence. Did he plan for Razor to join the knights? No… it was kindness, wasn’t it?Razor reminds him of him in his youth. He wanted strength. To grow stronger to protect his father, and in extension, Mondstadt. He wanted to protect his family, and that meant his brother, Kaeya. Diluc reaches the inner part of Wolvendom’s forest, the soft yet ethereal glow of the lamp grasses catching his attention. Razor stands there, his hood covering his eyes and his claymore left on the ground. Diluc hesitates for a moment, watching Razor as he slumps against the tree and stares at his hands. He mutters something that Diluc doesn’t quite hear.Diluc steps forward, boots crushing the leaves beneath and making sure his presence is made obvious. “Razor,” he addresses the wolf boy with a gentle tone.Razor glances up at the voice, his hood slipping and revealing his eyes. They were teary and red, but no evidence of Razor having actually cried. “Diluc. Why… follow me?” He doesn’t move as Diluc expected.Daring to test his limits some more, Diluc inches closer to the younger boy, offering him a hand. “I have to ensure your safety.” He says gruffly. As usual, he’s vague about his intentions. It might be out of character for him if he admitted the truth.Razor’s eyes sparkle for a bit, but he shakes his head swiftly. “Talking is hard… living in Mondstadt is hard. I do not belong to the city. I do not belong here. I cannot go to the city.”“You don’t have to go to the city,” Diluc returns quietly, crouching down to be closer to Razor’s height. “The city is too loud. I understand. How about somewhere closer to home?”“My home is my lupical… they live in the woods,” Razor murmurs, sliding his hands about his arms. “I cannot stay with them right now. Does Diluc live near lupical?”Diluc offers Razor a smile, “I live in Dawn Winery. It’s fairly close to Wolvendom. It’ll be better than in the city. It’s quieter there. We can go hunt, too.”“Diluc and Razor hunt for meat?” Razor asks, his eyes glinting and glittering at the insinuation. He finally takes Diluc’s hand. “Diluc and Razor run around?”Diluc coughs, pausing for a second as he lifts Razor from the forest ground. Razor’s eyes turn up, and he resembles a dog pleading for food. “Yeah. We will.”

“Huh! Before we asked Razor what he thought about Master Diluc and he said you are black and red. Hot and cold. Now he says you are warm and strong.” Paimon hums as she crosses her arms, she flutters back down to take a long sip from Aether’s apple cider vinegar.Aether frowns slightly, “Paimon, should we broil you in a stew?”Diluc sighs as he polishes an empty glass, “I can make a separate drink for Paimon, Aether. Same drink?”“You got it, Master Diluc!” Paimon exclaims gleefully, to which Aether facepalms.Razor looks on, drinking his wolfhook juice blissfully, and not saying a word. He watches, and eventually, his eyes travel to Diluc’s. Diluc flashes him a small smile. Razor smiles back.Aether watches this exchange quietly, and chuckles, “Oh, you guys got a little closer?”Razor nods, “Diluc strong. Diluc… little scary, but kind. Diluc hunts with me and helps me with sword and talking.”“I was letting him stay at the winery for a while,” Diluc shrugs, mixing and pouring out the apple cider vinegar for Paimon in a tinier glass. He slides it toward her, and she accepts with a bright smile. “We did some more training and such. He has good foundations thanks to Grand Master Varka. Either way… you two are on the way to Liyue, right? I’ll come with you.”“Really?” Aether blinks, “I mean… you don’t have to. Aren’t you busy?”“I need to work out some contracts there, that’s all. We should bring Razor with us too,” Diluc nods toward the younger boy, “he said that his home is with his lupical.”Aether blinks, cheeks slightly flushed at the honor of being named by such a title. He stirs slightly and looks over at Razor. “Really? Are we lupical?”Razor nods, “when I am with you. I am happy. I am not a wolf. I am not human. I am Razor… and you are my friend… my lupical.”“Ah…” Aether trails off before pulling Razor into a hug, “we always will be, Razor!”Diluc smiles softly at the scene, noticing that Razor already emptied the glass of juice. He takes the glass back and refills it.

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the merciless light of the moon.

Ena redirects her gaze toward Akito, expectantly. "You remember what I told you before, right? That you have the potential for holy magic.""Not like I know how to use it," Akito rolls his eyes, freezing for a moment with sweat dripping down his face. "No, you can't seriously suggest that…""Magic crash course. You need to become in tune with the spirits of this land. Close your eyes, and attune yourself to your surroundings. You have an ear for music, right? Think of it that way." Ena starts explaining in a rather soothing tone, the one he usually hears reserved for her close friends— but a given when it comes to reflecting about Mizuki and her love for them. It's a gentle, coaxing dulcet— Akito's not unfamiliar with it, but never feels quite right when she uses it. Maybe it's just a problem he has. He doesn't hate it, though.Akito closes his eyes, trying to calibrate himself with the sounds of the forest. He focuses on the sway of the tree's leaves in rhythm with the wind. Each rustle staccatos along the rushing collapse of the waterfall. It's not as obnoxious as he thought, eventually becoming mere background to the whistles of birds concocting their own symphony. He breathes. It's the same, right? As finding his focus and footing in the hype of a live house, concentrating on what he's meant to do. Can he visualize the magic in his mind? There's like there's a glow of light in his peripheral, but can he grab it?"Do you feel it, Akito? If it's holy magic, it precedes fire magic. It should feel… warm. If that feeling pops up, reach out and seize it. Hold onto it for what it's worth. Because such a gift isn't to be wasted." Ena pauses to breathe, and Akito feels the placement of her hand on his back, beckoning his magic to come forth.A beautiful voice cuts through the forest's symphony, taking over as its lead vocalist. It's the same as the haunting voice from before, but with a much sweeter and hopeful tone. It's Nene singing, it seems. It seems like her music has an invigorating effect because he's starting to feel more energized.Ena talks over it all, "Magic comes from the heart. To summon the spirits to do your bidding, all you need to do is imagine vividly in your mind what you set out to do… and imagine it into action. What it manifests into depends on the kind of magic you cast, but you're to think of Nene's pochette as a portal to her home waters. Usually, your magic is triggered by the words that come straight from the heart. It can be anything… any words that are close to your heart."What kind of words would be so important to him? "I don't know Latin." Akito returns, probably breaking some sense of immersion."Okay, fine. Do whatever fucking language. I don't care." Ena snaps in response, "but these are your spell words, you know? If you say something stupid like ‘deez nuts’ or something again I'll kill you here and now."Damn. The temptation is pretty real. He did teach her what ‘deez nuts’ was before and she fucking hated it and asked him if he was a child. Which, like, technically not. But it's still funny as hell.What words are important to him, though… he's never thought about it. Lyrics weren't the center of his performances, although, of course, he did his damn best to convey the meaning behind them in his singing. It's nothing without any soul in it, after all. Maybe the isekai cheat will apply and it'll automatically translate to Latin or something. He thinks of what he told Prince Touya just yesterday— that the sun suited him just fine. No matter what Touya’s done. It’s cruel to sentence someone from being able to enjoy the sunlight. "Sol lucet omnibus.”The so-called isekai cheat went into effect. He grasps the magic latent in him, and once Akito opens his eyes, a glowing string has connected from the lake to Nene’s pochette. It solidifies, becoming as malleable as a true and tested bond, stretching out in the air before straightening again. With sparkles and a click, it sets into place… and disappears from the human eye.Ena’s awestruck by the manifestation of his magic, mouth ajar, but then she coughs and lifts her hand off his back. “Mmm. Not bad. Maybe I do have a knack for teaching magic after all.”“Don’t just credit yourself,” Akito grumbles, crossing his arms.

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extinction

CW: blood, death, canon typical violence, dehumanization, body horror/imageryHe must have died.No, that’s not so. He escaped unscathed, he somehow… Did he get justice? Was that it?The taste of iron and sour blood tells him a different story. There’s only crimson in his every being. His limbs don’t listen to him, hanging freely as he inhales in the familiar air. Too familiar. His heart sears with an uncertain, grueling feeling stirring in his chest.Rather than a crimson blotch, he’s confronted with a golden one, promising a long existence filled with an abundant and nourishing life.He knows for a fact that’s a lie. It only prolongs his suffering each and every time. Memories long faded and only left in vague remnants of what they once were, further suppressed by Kafka’s spirit whisper, drifting in and out of his being. Yet, the mara always comes back.It feels like a gingko leaf crusts around his eye. That’s where the mara begins to manifest in a different way. His essence becomes fertilizer for a tree to take over his body. Sometimes, he wonders why he doesn’t simply surrender himself. He’s already surrendered his body to become its own sharp and unwitting blade.The man’s final masterpiece of his own body.In what Blade could remember, the man of the past was named Yingxing. He dedicated his life to forging to the point of obsession. The man was a craftsman, day in and day out. Nothing quenches his thirst better than his art, for that’s what he lived and abided by. His final work would be a collaboration between the Lunae Imbibitor, Dan Feng, who brought a curse upon Yingxing’s body.Rather than a tempered blade, Dan Feng took Yaoshi’s power of Abundance, and in his machinations, created a body and weapon that would be unbreakable.One that would survive anything. One that would break and become anew, over and over again. One who would taste only iron and steel as he wakes.One that would become a “Blade”. An obvious monstrosity to the Xianzhuo, and one that would cost them everything.Blade doesn’t remember any memories of bitterness, disgust, and shame that his life has been thrust into the constant flux of life and death, similar to one of a Vidyadhara in its own cycles of rebirth. Similarly, Blade forgets. Those feelings don’t linger. But when he does think about it— which is in part what returning to the Xianzhou Alliance’s fleet has done— he remembers. In all of the chaos and resentment toward Dan Feng, he similarly yearns for him.A piece of a fond night lingers in the back of his mind as the only time he’s known peace.

A quiet night spent facing the moon. The sky is so pitch black and dark blue, with stars twinkling so brightly above. And finally, the moon in its luminescent beauty. The moon’s light bounces off the ripples of the lake before them and baijiu in their cups alike. It shimmers in the liquid, and Yingxing only smiles, reveling in the shared company of a lover.Dan Feng’s profile looks pristine and picturesque under the merciless light of the moon. It encompasses him so tenderly. Despite his austere expression, Dan Feng is clearly at peace. After a sip of the moon-blessed beverage, he swirls it around in his ceramic cup. Then his powerful and intent gaze redirects itself to Yingxing. He doesn’t speak, but his expression speaks volumes as is.Yingxing smiles, taking a sip of his own while moving his unused hand to Dan Feng’s to grab and squeeze with full reassurance.They share the sight of the moon and the stars together in harmony on that memorable night of the full moon.

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