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You heard that right: I. Want. To. Kiss. Myself.
I had started to feel the inspiration tingles my skin this afternoon. Finally, the desire to continue a fanfiction I started three years ago was back. I didn’t publish this fic. Three years ago is around the time I took the resolution not to post new stories unless I have ¾ written. This is why this story I’m going to talk about is nowhere to be seen.
I may or may not have respected my resolution when I was bored and asked people from Discord to assign me prompts two years ago. It took me a little over eight months to finish them all. In my defence, I intended to write 2-3k words per prompt. Intentions of the sort never work right. Next thing I knew, I had two short multi-chaptered stories in front of my eyes (one of 12k words; the other 8k). I’m satisfied with how the fics turned out.
Anyways, the fanfic in question is a tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE story that takes place in the Tokyo Revelation arc (btw I’d highly recommend the manga. I read mixed reviews on the anime—never watched it. The OVA is said to be fine. The OST, composed by no other than Yuki Kajiura, is darn good). It’s canon compliant for the most part because I’m boring, and the OG storyline is complicated enough on its own already. It focuses on Fai and Kamui. Kamui’s the guy of my icon, btw. He’s a vampire in tsubasa. I prefer tsubasa!Kamui over X-1999!Kamui, if you’d like to know (if you’re a CLAMP fan and can follow what I’m babbling about).
Earlier this afternoon, I vaguely remembered I had typed 3-4k words of said fic in the past. I couldn’t recall if Fai, Sakura, Kurogane, Syaoran and Mokona had arrived to Tokyo where I left the story at. The fic starts with Fuuma and his first years in Tokyo. Fuuma is somewhat important in the story because his sole role is to annoy Kamui, a vital character. Which eventually becomes important because of a semi-secret-plottwist-that-leads-to-another-semi-secret-plottwist-before-les-BIG-revelations. I don’t know why I’m spoilering myself because, as I said, canon compliant. You know tsubasa, you know what’s coming. (Lemme feel sneaky and important mkay (~￣³￣)~)
Only the realisation dawned on me that… The fic is in my older pc!!! That is dead!!! Nooooooo!!! That put me in some sort of contemplatively grumpy mood for a few minutes.
But then- guess what? I purchased my current pc before I started the fic. The fic’s still there. In my files. Lol. And, good news: it has 8.5k words. I’m going to read it later to see how good or bad it is. ETA: I read the last two pages. I left it at a cliffhanger. Stupid me weaseling my way around cool semi-canon divergent elements. I have no idea what I had in mind. Euargh.
All of this was triggered by tsubasa soundtrack that I’m listening to while working on a silly Tolkien story. Back to writing, I am. Under the cut, an excerpt from The Strongest Laughter of Eä to be featured in The Parchment of Secret Valian Tales.
Unfortunately for Olwë and his bodyguard, Aistaro, the royal guards refused to let him enter the palace. The burden of proof fell on the shoulders of the Teler monarch who had brought nothing to prove his status. Yes, he was the king of the Teleri, and no, he did not wear his fanciest clothes with embroided white pearls. It was in no way practical. Why couldn’t they believe him? Aistaro, threatened to poke Finwë’s guards’ bums with his sword. It did nothing to improve the situation.
I had started to feel the inspiration tingles my skin this afternoon. Finally, the desire to continue a fanfiction I started three years ago was back. I didn’t publish this fic. Three years ago is around the time I took the resolution not to post new stories unless I have ¾ written. This is why this story I’m going to talk about is nowhere to be seen.
I may or may not have respected my resolution when I was bored and asked people from Discord to assign me prompts two years ago. It took me a little over eight months to finish them all. In my defence, I intended to write 2-3k words per prompt. Intentions of the sort never work right. Next thing I knew, I had two short multi-chaptered stories in front of my eyes (one of 12k words; the other 8k). I’m satisfied with how the fics turned out.
Anyways, the fanfic in question is a tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE story that takes place in the Tokyo Revelation arc (btw I’d highly recommend the manga. I read mixed reviews on the anime—never watched it. The OVA is said to be fine. The OST, composed by no other than Yuki Kajiura, is darn good). It’s canon compliant for the most part because I’m boring, and the OG storyline is complicated enough on its own already. It focuses on Fai and Kamui. Kamui’s the guy of my icon, btw. He’s a vampire in tsubasa. I prefer tsubasa!Kamui over X-1999!Kamui, if you’d like to know (if you’re a CLAMP fan and can follow what I’m babbling about).
Earlier this afternoon, I vaguely remembered I had typed 3-4k words of said fic in the past. I couldn’t recall if Fai, Sakura, Kurogane, Syaoran and Mokona had arrived to Tokyo where I left the story at. The fic starts with Fuuma and his first years in Tokyo. Fuuma is somewhat important in the story because his sole role is to annoy Kamui, a vital character. Which eventually becomes important because of a semi-secret-plottwist-that-leads-to-another-semi-secret-plottwist-before-les-BIG-revelations. I don’t know why I’m spoilering myself because, as I said, canon compliant. You know tsubasa, you know what’s coming. (Lemme feel sneaky and important mkay (~￣³￣)~)
Only the realisation dawned on me that… The fic is in my older pc!!! That is dead!!! Nooooooo!!! That put me in some sort of contemplatively grumpy mood for a few minutes.
But then- guess what? I purchased my current pc before I started the fic. The fic’s still there. In my files. Lol. And, good news: it has 8.5k words. I’m going to read it later to see how good or bad it is. ETA: I read the last two pages. I left it at a cliffhanger. Stupid me weaseling my way around cool semi-canon divergent elements. I have no idea what I had in mind. Euargh.
All of this was triggered by tsubasa soundtrack that I’m listening to while working on a silly Tolkien story. Back to writing, I am. Under the cut, an excerpt from The Strongest Laughter of Eä to be featured in The Parchment of Secret Valian Tales.
Unfortunately for Olwë and his bodyguard, Aistaro, the royal guards refused to let him enter the palace. The burden of proof fell on the shoulders of the Teler monarch who had brought nothing to prove his status. Yes, he was the king of the Teleri, and no, he did not wear his fanciest clothes with embroided white pearls. It was in no way practical. Why couldn’t they believe him? Aistaro, threatened to poke Finwë’s guards’ bums with his sword. It did nothing to improve the situation.
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