LUCY, Lucyris Asare. - Info, WIP.

Literary Stray Letters

Hello! Looking forward to Autumn leaves falling?

This series/collection is dedicated to the literary pieces that contribute to my characters. This month, it's for Lotte! There are three short stories for her, which are all set during the 1930s-1940s in Ghana.

The Intrusion of Ignorance

The Lover's Robe

The Gullible & The Guilty.

Confessions Of Memories. | • 3.

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Li Jing wished she hadn't taken the route.

She feared for him.

Of course he had lived hundreds of centuries that had built his immunity to wounds, there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

"We'll get to rest soon." She said subconsciously to the two.

Xiao nodded, whilst the Traveller was silent. Who is Mei? They looked to Li Jing, who beamed at them. They looked to the path again.

Li Jing was greeted by a little girl as they finally got to the circular village. The girl tugged on her sleeve.

"Are you staying over again? Everyone missed you. You barely visit after last year's Spring!"

Li Jing chuckled lightly. Her face fell flat, as she beckoned for the two to follow her. The path curved into a lively place, one of yellow hues and humble faces. As they settled in, she couldn't make contact with him.

He remembered; she could feel it in her swollen soul.

"So why did they need you right now? Couldn't they have asked someone else?" He murmured.

Li Jing looked at him for a moment before bursting out with laughter.

"I didn't know you whined." She pinched his cheek, prompting him to scoff.

He buried his head in the nape of her neck, his hands firmly around her waist. She hummed, filling in the last of her scroll. His affection was a plea for her attention. The ink finally finishing. They walked through the back of the village, leaving them to the stars.

His head laid in her lap, she stroked his hair. The moon smiled at the two, willing them to be together.

Except they weren't. The sunset stuck in the sky, unwilling to move for them. She dropped her things in her room, kicking it in so the door could close. The dust stuttered in the air as the door settled in place, leaving the three of them in the open area.

The birds chirped, the crows squawked.

"Make yourselves at home- for now."

"Going somewhere?" Xiao asked gently.

"Mhm. I won't take long."

She didn't have to walk far to find the rounded mound of grass and mold, littered with broken white roses and unfailing snow. Sunrays lulled on the grass, quietly expecting Li Jing.

She kneeled beside the mound, her hands curled up into delicate fists. The snow dampened her dress, as she scraped at the snow to mold a heart. She placed it ontop, and stood.

"I wish I could remember your face."

The path she walked back was one that left her empty, and senseless. She stepped back into the room, unravelling her hair. She placed her hairpins on her table. Li Jing stretched out the scroll, placing a weight on either end.

She loaded the ink.

There was a faint growl, one of pain. She paused, hearing the scraping of wood. Li Jing approached his room, his hoarse breathes filling the room.

A smooth wave of paralysis unclosed around her, hand outreached.

She hummed, like she would always do. She would just have to improvise for the harp that wasn't being played. Her throat grew brittle, as she stood from a distance, waiting for him to show any signs of relaxing.

His shoulders drooped.

A heavy silence filled the room, as they failed to make eye contact.

"I'll leave you alone. Call me if you need anything."

-

He poured hot water on the herbs, carrying it to her study. His hand hovered over the handle. Either way, he would still find her in her study, her hair like a black curtain over the book. He placed it beside her.

"Oh, thank you."

"How is the book coming?"

"Finding the memories that fit with this book isn't as easy as I thought."

"Maybe you need a break then."

She smiled to herself, closing the book as he sat opposite of her. She glanced into the glass, the hued water letting the petals fall to the bottom.

"...Sorry. I'm sorry for saying that. " She murmured.

Xiao crumpled his face, and turned to the side. What was he to say? I don't have feelings anyway. I don't deserve them.

"You don't need to apologise for that."

Her face grew faint, as she took a sip. As her tongue burned, she realized just how much she want to tell him. She wanted to tell him the truth.

-

Borrowing town memories was easy. Yet, as she sat in the place where the author once was, she could not remember. In fact, she was beginning to forget. Her eyes dulled, waiting for midnight to strike.

"It must be difficult being a historian. You constantly ignore your life to record others."

Li Jing looked at the Traveller. She smiled gracefully, fixing her posture.

"You could look at it like that. I like to look at it like an escape."

The Traveller sat beside them, resting their hands in their lap.

"I wanted to ask,"

"Who's Mei?"

"I'm not ready to answer that." She faltered, fiddling with her fingers.

"Is that why did you become a historian?"

"That wasn't because of her. I'm just naturally indebted to Liyue."

"Naturally." They thought to themselves.

"You're lucky to have a fate of your own." She chuckled.

The Traveller quipped a brow, to find Li Jing's gaze averted to the sky.

You're lucky,

To have parents who wanted you.

-

10.04.25 | Vivian Bonsu, Character Revision — PT II

This is still a continuation of the character revision slides, to refresh the old one! It's a lot shorter this time, ahaha.

Sources for images below!^^

The only image taken from outside the Canva photo library is the woman on the Personality & Philosophy slide. She was taken from a pin, which was a scan of Vogue Italia from 1998.

How do people feel about Eleceed OCs? 🧍🏾‍♀️

On a separate note, I really love how Asagiri-sensei kind of adds these sci-fi elements with real life adjacent theories to back them up. He did them really well in Stormbringer too. Sir knows his stuff

Personally, I think this song fits Dazai

The title translates to 'Tefu tefu', a sort of outdated way for saying 'butterfly'.

+ Obligatory Manga Screenshot

The Lyrics.

The result

Atsushi: *running towards Akutagawa with open arms*

Akutagawa: *moves out of the way*

Atsushi: Hey why'd you move?!

Akutagawa: I thought you were going to attack me!

Atsushi: I was going to hug you!

Akutagawa: Why would you hug me?!

Atsushi: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU?

I take a one month break only to return to find my favourite wet cat has a broken foot

The Maiden of Forgetfulness & The Angel of Remembrance

Yamakawa Tomiko & Yosano Akiko.

More information about them below the cut!

Her nameless poem is dedicated to Yosano Akiko:

Yamakawa Tomiko was a fellow poet, however she was the total opposite of Yosano in the sense that she was obedient and modest. They were best friends (or perhaps even more? According to some sources!) for a long while, producing poetry magazines together, such as myōjo. Tekken — Yosano Akiko's husband — liked her for those reasons. Due to that, Yosano Tekken had destroyed their relationship by making them rivals for his affection. With poetry being published publicly on the matter, there was no privacy for them. Yamakawa, wanting the best for Akiko, decided to enter the arranged marriage her family prepared for her while Akiko married Tekken. She contracted tuberculosis from her husband, which led to an early death.

"I quietly surrender the red flowers to my friends, and weep and weave the forget-me-nots." (Source)

Which was also translated into English as,

I leave all the scarlet flowers

For the woman I love

And hiding my tears from her

I pick

The flowers of forgetfulness.

(Taken from Women Poets of Japan.)

Western au pt.2