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[taffydesu]

Preview of my piece for the HQ GHIBLI ZINE by @sagezine !! Collab with the awesome @negare-boshi <33

[esselley]

If enough of a life was spent upon the ice, the cold became its own kind of warmth.

So went the old saying of the people of the ice.

Each tribe across the land, be they wanderers or village dwellers, kept with them one special torch to stave off the cold, one that would always stay bright, and never burn low. The flame could light any kindling, and would only be extinguished if a lesser flame touched it, one not of the sacred fire.

These torches had been lit by the Eternal Flame, located far across the ice. Few dared attempt the long and lonely trek to reach it, but the fire was part of each tribe’s long history, and if, by chance, it were to go out, the journey would have to be made as recompense.

But one year, during an annual gathering of the tribes, it happened that two torches were extinguished. And so, as tradition dictated, they must be taken across the ice to bring back the fire again—to the far reaches of the land, into the unknown wilderness.

“How could this have happened?”

The question was directed at two boys, of different tribes, yet currently befallen by the same circumstances: Kageyama, a wanderer, and Hinata, a villager.

They each held the darkened remnants of their tribe’s sacred torch, and though both insisted the other was at fault, their stories amounted to the same thing—someone had pushed, someone had shoved, and the torches had fallen, into the enormous bonfire pit of manmade flames that warmed the hall used for tribal gatherings.

Now the nomads and the small fishing village had lost their sacred fires, and there was only one way to reclaim them.

“He’ll slow me down,” Kageyama said, glaring in Hinata’s direction. “He’s never even left the village. I can take both torches, and be back within—”

“It is the two of you who doused the Flame,” said his elder, “and as you are both of age, it is the two of you who must rekindle it.”

And Hinata, whose dream it had always been to see more of the ice than the snowfall across the tops of the village houses, balled his hands into fists and glared right back at Kageyama.

“You’ll be trying to keep up with me,” he declared.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” Kageyama sneered.

But neither of them had any idea of the journey that lay ahead.

Preview of my piece for @sagezine​‘s Ghibli Zine! I wrote an original AU inspired by the prevalence of natural wonders and landscapes in Miyazaki’s films.

I was lucky enough to get to collab with @ainu for this zine! The preview of her beautiful artwork is right here <3 

Once pre-orders are up, I’ll share a link!

[candy-harlot]

Finally, a preview of my piece for the @sagezine​!! Aaaaaaaah I had so much fun working on this (˶◕‿◕˶✿)

[foxesandferrets]

Here’s my preview for the ghibli zine by @sagezine!! Writing this was hard but fun and my partner @bibbidibobbididette is so amazing and great and nice, you should go see her art because it really inspired me!

[quantize]

Preview of my piece for the HQ Ghibli Zine @sagezine! I collaborated with the sweet and wonderful and amazing @sugar-levels. Their art is BREATHTAKING, do check out their preview here!

There’re lots of really good artists and writers in the zine, and I can’t wait to see the zine in its full glory. Please consider supporting us when preorders open! So excited!

Yamaguchi checked the test prints. Satisfied, he moved on to making the final prints. He dipped a print into the developer, and sloshed it gently until the image surfaced on the paper.

The cramped, almost deserted streets and their centuries-old storefronts and houses made for engaging and melancholic shots, murmuring stories of glorious years long past. The few denizens who did not shy away from him were just as fascinating. A struggling but upbeat kimono maker who had the appearance of a young woman, and the spirit of a timid sparrow. A teahouse owner who was built like a brown bear, and looked upon Yamaguchi as an old friend. A wagashi store owner who bore an uncanny resemblance to one of Yamaguchi’s close friends. He had claimed that he and his family were descendants of the rabbit on the moon, and Yamaguchi believed him.

Yamaguchi turned his attention to the last photo of the batch. Placing it in the developer, he paused as the image of leis upon leis of paper cranes came up on the paper. He transferred the photo to the stop bath and fixer, allowing his mind to wander only after he had rinsed it and clipped it up to dry.

While exploring, Yamaguchi had chanced upon a small rock garden near the tea house. The garden itself was nothing extraordinary. What had seized him instead was the bamboo fence at the back, covered in paper cranes of all colours and sizes.