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commissions open! look at my sheet on the tumblr desc, or here

cn -> en translation requests are also open!! please keep it within 2,000 characters excluding punctuation, and include a link to the source in requests. you can request via ask, dm, or email

I only take one request per source material (ie, you can't get me to translate the entirety of Dream of the Red Chamber by drip-feeding me 2k snippets at a time). For longer translations, please see my commissions sheet =v=

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

this has taken me so unimaginably long but i did it!! a translation of the most incredible and beautiful and heart wrenching lcb16 (whats the shorthand for this dynamic specifically lol) is finally done!!! please give the original work all the love, i still cry every time i read it, it's so lovely...

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the scene of my yuri saying goodbye at a train station, and confessing without words, has been on my mind since forever... so here you go! the first of many airakouki to come

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A secret santa gift for @clueless-shapeshifter! Thank you once again to @alnst-secret-santa for organising this event and your hard work! You requested mizisua being happy so uhm. I might have taken the prompt and ran with it, then abandoned it in an alleyway somewhere only to pick it up, firefighter style, and dive into the Pacific. Anyhow! Please enjoy the read!

Although this is part of a public exchange, I user-lock all my fics. If you would like to read it please register for ao3!

Additional fic information under the cut (please only read if you've finished the fic):

regarding the SUA and Sua:

The first Sua, the only real one and the only human one, wins the first season of alien stage. She loses eventually, so Nigeh modifies her body so that she can survive without vital organs.

This is why the Sua we see now has blue blood. What her bed (or, the casket) injects into her are micro aliens carrying oxygen and nutrients, among other things, directly into her bloodstream and taking away the co2 and waste because her heart does not pump.

This is also why Nigeh 'duplicates' the ego of Sua and 'inserts' a new version of Sua every time she dies, because the stress of death renders every Sua ego useless. They erase the memory of dying (and a few moments before that) to ensure that the Sua does not go insane.

However, this is also a very effective way to keep Sua from saying anything she shouldn't (for instance, confessing that she is essentially a dead woman walking, or rebelling in any way) so this is how they keep her in line.

The memory loss also comes back after a while, not that Anakt has any way of knowing this. Hence Sua's familiarity with fatality and death.

I put most of the poppy lore in the fic, but some background information even Sua doesn't know. The poppies were originally flying insects, but Anakt modified them until they can survive without flying. Their main use is to soften metal so they can shape it easily and make it closer to soil. They kept the wings intentionally so they would look closer to the flowers that soothe human pets. They are shiny because of natural secretion so they lose their gleam after no oil for a while. Could you light a fire with poppy oil? Nobody has tried it yet.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

new work! dandadan debut! this one won't be user locked until one week after the event because i want it to look all pretty with discord bot combs it. please enjoy!

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new fic who cheered

once again tumblr refuses to cooperate with me so here's the link to the new fic. written for the white day exchange on the mokarun server!

Word count: 19224

Summary:

"Wanna be my boyfriend?" The kettle chooses that moment to scream. "What?" Momo straightens and stalks over to him. She slaps her hands down on the counter. "You. Me. Dating." "I thought we were done with this-" "There's free food." - When Momo breaks up with her shitty, no good, dick-for-brains boyfriend, he doesn't believe her. It takes a production and a half, but after she finally gets him off her back, the guy she pretended to date for five seconds shows up at her workplace! The hell? This Takakura Ken fellow better have a good explanation for this.

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caught in 4k new chapter

Xingqiu grins at Chongyun. "Did Yanfei show you the otters?" "You found otters?" "There's entire colonies of them," he shouts over the grass. A slick hand slaps something cold on his arm. Chongyun almost jumps right out of his skin. "Hu Tao!" She smirks at him. "You're peeling, Chongyun. Like a particularly unattractive blobfish." "Could've warned me," he grumbles, but smears the sunscreen over his skin dutifully. Xingqiu settles behind him and plops a sun hat over his eyes. "Is it my favourite past time? Are we bullying Yun-Yun for burning?" He rubs the rough straw into his skull for good measure.

the liyue gang has arrived at fontaine! the miscommunication tag earns its keep

heyyyyy I’m too tired to do proper promo, and ao3 is once again not cooperating so here's the link (also linked above). If this flops i will still finish the story (we're halfway through WAHOO) but ill do it with less enthusiasm than if you didn't read it... so go read!!! it's good i promise!!!!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Squeezing past the policeman, Momo walks into the laundry room. She lights a Peony and lets it burn down to the filter. She could pretend it was Seiko here puffing her favourite cigarettes: smoke lounging around her shoulders, poor man’s fur coat. Instead, she shoves two dollars in the washing machine, hops on as it sputters through the cycle. "Don't come out yet," she says. "The police haven't left." From the inside, Ken shoves open one side of the storage closet. There’s a woman with wet hair on the washing machine, breathing smoke into the lights. He wrinkles his nose and wriggles his legs out of the door. He's got no clue why the police are after ex-gang like him. He’s retired, what do they want from him? As if running over his motorbike wasn’t enough. He turns his back against the wall. Ken and Momo stare at each other. They don’t talk.

They say all humans are separated by at most six degrees of separation. For Momo and Ken, this is especially true: their paths intersect again and again as they wade through life in the underbelly of 1990s Hong Kong.

ao3 finally worked this time...

this Fallen Angels AU was written for the 2025 mokarun server reverse bang!! working on this was great fun, and please go see my partner's artwork as well, linked on ao3!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wow the quality is crunchy Got so excited about posting fic i forgot the promo post for the fic… not that it matters but tradition is tradition! Anyhow here’s post-210 momoaira

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

yippee! yay!! more momoaira but this time for pocky day!!!

tri's momoaira pocky day art activated my neurons lmao so you get 2k of uhh whatever this is. at the time of writing this it is three am and i really should go to sleep, however, i will not

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

a gift for the dear @teacosying! happy holidays! commentary under the cut

my momorin debut... man... i love them so much. they're so, so fun to write together... it's one of those ships where you're like oh! you just click together... there's so many aspects of their character that just align and work off of each other so well, i can't stop thinking about it.

i wanted to explore more of momo's whole idealised romance thing, since this momo characterisation is pre-canon (i should put that in the tags, huh), which means i can make her as much of a nuisance as i want! playing with how rin, as opposed to okarun, would interact with that aspect of her was a struggle, because i wanted to preserve a nuanced meaning of romance without being like 'this is what it's supposed to be'. i think in the fic you can't really see much of that theme, since it's from rin's pov and very much centred on her struggle of duty vs desire (along with the tension of a 'pretend' relationship, of course), but hopefully the underlying current is still there! I don't know!! I finished it an hour before the deadline because i kept changing the plot!!!!

as for rin, i think i've said most of the things i wanted to say about her in the fic. i did consider adding her scar from not being able to balance responsibility and friendship with mai, but that would take too much away from the plot itself, so rin's grand crash out was taken out in favour of her fluffy recovery in day 6.

yeah. about the plot, huh. i tried to use the east asian four-act structure this time, instead of the (loosely) three-act one used in other of my plot heavy fics. did it work? uhhhhh. that's up for you to decide, dear reader.

the premise of this is inspired by your token delinquent x class rep yuri (the prime example of which is 'i can't say no to the lonely girl') while the structure is very much inspired by 'seven days', one of my favourite BLs EVER. it's wonderful. please read it.

i thought formatting the fic as a report would be fun (and also a little bit thematically relevant), and i did consider modifying the screenplay skin that i use to do that, but it would be unkind to the poor mobile users... and also i barely added the navigation html on time LOL so there was no time for that.

so christmas, huh... because i didn't think it would be in character for momo to do christmas decorations and stuff, i had to write 10k of set up just for her to go 'happy holidays', and making momo be 'forced' (as much as she can be) to do it was the only way i could think of that would let her do this. I actually have a draft of several plot points that i either took out or rewrote later on, in which she is a MUCH bigger tsundere, but then i was like no... that doesn't work for her romance plotline... so unfortunately ooc tsundere momo will never see the light of day v-v man, the struggles of a perfectionist.

and speaking of perfectionist tendencies! i made up a spot for momo's house based on kawagoe's map. rin's apartment too. the bus that they'd take to get to momo's house would be kawagoe 36, and i DID find a video of that route on youtube. as for the specific elements mentioned in the fics, such as whether there is a bakery near kawagoe station (there is), whether there's a mailbox at the ayase residence (i don't know), as well as other minor details that i obsessed over but only resulted in one throwaway line... well. ignorance is bliss.

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momoaira in an alley. they smoke, they kiss. they don't talk.

MORE MOMOAIRA!! and somehow as i edit this, i think this is the old version of tumblr texts? huh. anyways, please enjoy some pining and smoking lesbians! image ID under the cut

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Aira, also known as AMV maker Bishoujo999, is a closeted otaku who takes every opportunity to spread her rarepair propaganda in the Banbaban fandom. Meanwhile, Momo writes for the main pairing under the alias N35513. Online, they might as well be strangers; at school, they get along like oil and water. What happens when one life bleeds into another..?

a valentine’s bang collab with the wonderful @kinjiji!! go check out his art neow