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[Harry Potter] I Awoke to Magic [HP]我从魔法觉醒而来
Important! Please, please read this. A feel-good power fantasy. There may be out-of-character moments. Some headcanon elements. The female lead is in Gryffindor. (But she's not a typical Gryffindor.) Maybe a little bit of a Mary Sue? Reincarnated as a baby. Haven't decided on a CP yet, maybe there will be one later. (There is one now.) I'm a newcomer (I used to be an illustrator). The point of view may be a bit messy. There may be typos. I might not always express things clearly. Theme: Don't
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[Fantastic Beasts] I'm Really Just a Hufflepuff [神奇动物在哪里]我真的只是一个獾院人
When a girl in the bloom of youth accidentally stumbles through a mysterious door, will a whole new adventure await her, or a sweet romance? Or maybe a dangerous gas stove (?) The heroine is from Hufflepuff. Since information about her ancestors is extremely scarce, there will be lots of original headcanons. Transmigrate Couple: Newt Scamander If you don't like it, please don't flame me. Theme: I just want to fall in love, that's all.
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Glazed Couch 琉璃榻
If I could, I would still wish to live quietly, untouched by worldly strife, gentle and beautiful. A story is just a story. What does it have to do with reality? I am not here, and I am not there. Theme:
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The Bone of a Beautiful Flower: Mu Ling 花千骨同人之沐灵
Yun Muling, the 133rd sect leader of Changliu, transmigrates a thousand years into the past. Nice, now I can finally let loose for a while. Hey, hey, what's with this lousy palace bell? Bai... Great-great-grandpa, can I refuse? Oh, right, I've got a golden cheat. I know the future history of Changliu. The world... Let me wreak some havoc to make up for all those years of frustration after that old man tricked me into becoming Changliu's sect leader. Theme: .
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Resist Japan! Please Don't Resist Me. 抗日！请不要抗我。
This is a sci-fi-tinged transformation novel. Compared with romance and comedy, it may have more of a bitterly wry sense of humor...
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Harry Potter: Little World, Part 1 hp之小世界·1
After the laboratory was blown up, Mu Lin unexpectedly transmigrated into one of the many little worlds under the main Harry Potter universe and became a two-year-old brat named Himer Brighton. Oh, heavens... No, I mean, Merlin's pants! Can someone tell me what happened? Fine, first I'll set myself a small goal: become a dark wizard greater than Voldemort and Grindelwald, and a potions master who surpasses the professor. But speaking of which, where did my professor go?! A story about a transmi
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Sherlock: Please Pet Me 神夏 求顺毛
This is the story of a dimwit who transmigrates into the era of his idol, only to get eaten. Updates whenever I feel like it. An embarrassing relic from my elementary school days.
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Renewal (Revision in Progress) 续断 （重填修改中）
Why did we come together, only to leave apart?
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Soul-Calling Machine 牵机
I love you so much... Why must we... suffer like this... Theme:
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Cochineal 胭脂虫
Cochineal insects are a source of red pigment. They’re raised on cacti, much like silkworms. The males are used only for reproduction, but the females display paedogenesis: they remain larvae for their entire lives, never growing wings or turning into moths. It’s the females’ bodies that contain the red pigment. Mexicans grind the insects into powder, then boil it with leaves and lemon. The more or less insect powder they add determines how deep the shade of “cochineal red” will be. Theme:
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The Three Realms 三界
“Three” means many. “Realms” means boundaries. People are the ones who need to set boundaries, yet the thing least governed by boundaries in this world is the desire deep in the human heart. Desire has no limits, but it can still be thwarted. Resentment, separation from those we love, and unfulfilled wishes. I can't help writing about those women. Their regrets, and their unwillingness to give up. Purpose:
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The Treasure Box 百宝盒
Each chapter is a standalone story. Theme:
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Rich in Youth, Fading with Time 浓夭淡久
It’s always been like this these past few years. When I have a lot to say, I don’t write. When I don’t talk, I write more and more. Good thing I don’t make a living from writing, or I’d have died young for sure.
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Rainbow Pass 虹霓关
Love brings only suffering, and no one is free of injustice.
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Forget You Like I Forgot Myself 忘掉你像忘掉我
All who love are doomed, and none are free of sorrow. Everything that begins with feeling ends in feelinglessness. A collection of rambling essays. Theme:
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The House of Grudges in Heaven 天堂里的怨恨屋
Life and death, you and me. When the Hundred Ghosts roam, the living flee. Starting with Chapter Three, each story stands alone.
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Song of the Final Night 末夜曲
I watch lonely scenery with an expressionless face I use pretty rhymes to describe a love stripped bare Dark clouds begin to gather, the night is tainted White roses wither in their pitch-black surroundings Crows perched in the trees are eerily quiet Broken-winged dragonflies lie scattered through this forest And my eyes show not a trace of pity In an empty graveyard, I mourn my love, now dead The sound of a breaking heart is beautiful, like the sound of the night wind
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Neither Left nor Right 不左不右
The most precious, beautiful, and sorrowful thing in this world... something we can never turn back to, is youth. Premise:
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Heart-Piercing Union 穿心合
These days, few girls carry handkerchiefs, but to women in ancient times, a handkerchief was a private treasure, like jewelry. They would usually fold it into a square knot and tuck it into their armlets. A handkerchief was an intimate, comforting possession, which is why women who swore sisterhood in ancient times were also called “handkerchief sisters.” If you sew a ring onto one corner of a handkerchief and thread the other three corners through it, it is called a “heart-piercing knot.” Theme
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Single Bed 单人床
If every ending means nothing but parting; if I always come to realize that I was never the one who was loved; if love always disappears, and hatred eventually fades away; if at last I grow so tired that I can't even speak, then I'll live alone, all by myself, until the end of time.
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Blind Love 盲爱
What was seen went out; what disappeared was remembered. She really, truly loved him so much. He just wasn’t worth it, and she didn’t understand that. Theme:
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Writing Practice 练笔
Personal writing practice
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A Decade Remembered 十年记
It's been a long time since I wrote anything, so I'm warming up with a short story. It could be about anything.
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Jade Like a Seal 凝碧如玺
Buddha said there are three kinds of suffering: parting from those you love, meeting those you hate, and wanting what you cannot have. My greatest frustration was having to write with the market in mind. In a fit of anger, I didn’t write a word for two years. I’m sorry, everyone. I’ve opened an online shop now. I can make a comfortable living, so I’m going to keep writing. I have no idea how the story will turn out.
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The Land of Slumber （十二国）沉眠之地
A story about the Twelve Kingdoms, sort of an alternate universe! (I’ll do my best to write it.)
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The Tourmaline Ring 碧玺环
Even the finest tourmaline can have flaws. Hold it up to the light and you can see fine cracks, not on the surface but deep in the heart and lungs. These cracks are called ice fractures: cold and fragile. The better the tourmaline, the less visible the ice fractures, but no matter how good it is, they can never be entirely avoided. They are a hidden danger, like happiness: dazzling, yet unable to withstand a blow. If love never changes, perhaps it cannot be called love. The pain is impossible
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Eye Twitch 眼跳
In a village shrouded in the scent of sandalwood, a group of ignorant residents spend their days living superstitiously under the teachings of a shamaness. After generations of spreading these beliefs, one absurd saying has been passed down: a twitching left eye means good fortune, while a twitching right eye means disaster. The slightest twitch of an eye can leave people in a panic or make them obsessed with wealth, so that they forget who they are, what they are doing, and what they ought to s
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Insatiable Desire 欲壑难填
Past and present lives, bound together in an unending tangle. The essence of love is nothing more than desires that can never be satisfied. Theme:
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Dependence 依靠
I am yours. I won't leave you.
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Night of the Curse 咒夜
“If one day I disappeared, what would you do?” “I’d come looking for you.” “What if you couldn’t find me?” “I’d keep looking. I’d search and search and search, for as long as it took. I’d spend my whole life looking for you.”
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Poisonous Hidden Weapon Candy 剧毒暗器糖
I wrote a tragedy for the new semester. Now I'm writing a comedy to cheer myself up. Hehe, haha.
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The White Jade Bracelet 白玉钏
Would you smile at me, just once? I have to be very, very careful not to stop breathing. Theme:
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Golden Hairpin 金步摇
A buyao is a hairpin with dangling beads that sway as you walk. Without this golden buyao, how would you ever see me in your eyes? Theme:
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The Top Students 学霸们
Youth doesn't last forever. Make the most of it while you can.
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The Trap 圈套
Everything is a “mystery.” Premise:
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A Dessert Diary 甜品记
These are stories I wrote under another pen name on Jinjiang before, but they never took off. The sun is shining today, so I'm bringing them out to air. Li Bihua once said, “Life is too bitter, so I like eating sweets.” I have always eaten very quickly, looking ravenous and ferocious, because I know that nothing lasts except what I swallow. And even what ends up in my stomach will eventually leave me. Theme:
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Falling in Love with You, Sweetheart 爱上可爱的你
The third year of middle school we just finished was wonderful. It was hard, but we had a great time working our tails off. Our class was full of top students, but everyone was a lot of fun. We were definitely not a bunch of bookworms! (Sigh... I don't even know what I'm saying, haha.)
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