Felix_J

side view of white-haired character with a flat halo and blindfold



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    parkciv, vault, sim, such and such

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    Unrelated fics in which Kenadian does not, in fact, go to Daedalus.

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  1. Public Bookmark 5

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    After narrowly escaping the castle with their lives, Genzou and Orlam attempt to make sense of what's left of their complicated relationship the only way they know how.

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    23 Aug 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 3

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    You’ve barrelled into my room as if to announce a siege to instead fulfill the onerous desire for a trim?

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    Cut away what you can't wish away! Conversations circling the core of it all.

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    22 Aug 2026

  3. Public Bookmark *

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    Someone had just sat at the adjacent table, and Tianlang-Jun forgot how to breathe.

    Green and white robes, the colours of spring bamboo and fresh snow, cut from silk so fine it seemed to flow like water with every movement. The man who wore them moved with a controlled grace that made everyone else look clumsy by comparison — each gesture precise, deliberate, beautiful in its economy. He settled onto his cushion in one fluid motion and produced a folding fan from his sleeve, snapping it open with a flick of his wrist that was almost musical.

    He looked like a painting. He looked like a poem. He looked like the kind of beauty that started wars and ended dynasties, and he was sitting close enough that Tianlang-Jun could see the faint embroidery on his sleeves — bamboo leaves stitched in thread just slightly darker than the silk beneath.

    "Zhuzhi-Lang," he whispered, unable to look away. "Tell me you see him too. The beauty in green. Please tell me I'm not hallucinating."

    There was a sigh from his nephew, "This one sees him, Junshang."

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    What if Tianlang-Jun and Head Disciple Shen Jiu met instead?
    A fic about falling in love, art and learning to speak without words.

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    16 Aug 2026

  4. Rec 21

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    Since disciple days, Mu Qingfang has admired his shixiong. Most would not share the same sentiment, but in his eyes, he was admirable.

    While people see a coward, he sees the braveness. The braveness to keep standing tall even as others put him down.

    While people see a lecher, he sees the kind eyes he shares towards his female disciples and women in general.

    While people see a lazy, noble master, he sees the opposite. How he works harder than any of them.

    His shixiong hides behind a facade. For protection, for comfort, for himself. He does not know what his shixiong has suffered from—and he seeks to uncover it.

    Such is a hard task when his shixiong has walls upon walls of protection around his heart. Refusing to let anyone in. But that does not deter him.

    Now, with their shizuns having picked a date for their ascension, he decides to show his affection.

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    15 Aug 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 7

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    “No,” said Ivory. “No, I understand. I get it.”

    It flew from her mouth before she could think any better of it, because it was the truth. She did get it. Master Vi’s circling, last-child loneliness, the singleminded attention he dedicated to this pursuit of his. It did not matter in that moment that he wore the Hemlocke ring or that he was a first-year student at the most prominent university in their country; it only mattered that he wanted her help.

    Master Vi perked up. “Then you’ll come with me?” he asked, sparkling with eagerness.

    “Where are we going?”

    “Where else? To the protest this weekend, of course.”

    It is the golden peak of summer; the sky is rich with promise. One unremarkable evening, the youngest son of the chaebol Hemlocke family invites his oldest brother's typist to the pro-democracy protest on the weekend.

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    14 Aug 2026