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vicjo-sims-stories · 5 months
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How they've grown :')
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guzhuangheaven · 4 months
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Legend of Zhen Huan :: Ada Choi as Ulanara Yixiu
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mtg-cards-hourly · 1 year
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Kaito Shizuki
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demospectator · 12 days
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The cover illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book Earthquake written by my Aunt Mildred Chan Lee under the name of Milly Lee.
Day of Days: A Girl’s-eye View of San Francisco Chinatown and the 1906 Earthquake and Fire
My late aunt Mildred (a.k.a. “Nimsie”) Chan grew up in a bustling, multi-generational household in San Francisco. Her daily life involved attending Chinese school after her regular classes and communicating predominantly in Cantonese, both at home and within her local community. Her childhood occurred before WW II – before the beginning of the end of Exclusion and segregation – in the tight-knit confines of the Chinatown community.
As a school librarian, Nim noticed a lack of books that reflected her own experiences as a bicultural child. While there were stories about Asia, they often portrayed it as a distant, ancient world, disconnected from modern, and even Chinese American, life. This realization fueled her desire to see more stories that depicted American children, navigating life between two cultures.
After retiring and being actively involved in the American Library Association, among other professional groups, Nim was well-prepared to author her first book, "Earthquake" under the name “Milly Lee.” The story is based on my grandmother's harrowing experiences during the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.
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"This morning the earth shook and threw us from our beds. We were not hurt, just stunned." The eight year-old Lily (a.k.a. Lillian) after literally being tossed out of bed by the earthquake in the early morning hours of April 18, 1906. (Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book, Earthquake, by Milly Lee).
She vividly describes through the childlike eyes of my future grandmother, being awakened by the earthquake, the family’s desperate packing for the flight through a devastated city, and the march west before the onslaught of the ensuing great fire.
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My future great grandmother Hee Ching Shee, in the immediate aftermath of the earthquake, packing household items, including a small household shrine to the goddess (Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book Earthquake written by my aunt under the name of Milly Lee.)
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"BaBa hurried out to seek help and returned witha cart and two kinsmen." Family members loaded onto the cart what belongings they could salvage from a ruined Chinatown out to Golden Gate Park during the morning of the Great Earthquake, April 18, 1906.(Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book, Earthquake, by Milly Lee).
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“Up the steep hills, across the city, we pushed and pulled the heavy cart.” (Illustration by Yangsook Choi for the children’s book Earthquake by Milly Lee.)
The book not only offers an engaging historical account but also serves as a poignant homage to the many Chinese who suffered immense losses during the catastrophe.
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The Qing-era household shrine or altar of the pioneer family of Hee Hoy (formal name: 許呈輝 (canto: "Heui Ching Fai") which was saved by my great grandmother from the earthquake and fire of 1906 that literally scoured San Francisco Chinatown. (Photograph from the collection of the Chinese Historical Society of America). The figurine is the Goddess of Mercy, Guanyin (觀音; mando: “Guan Yin”; canto: “G(w)un Yum”). As researcher and collector Wong Yuen-Ming observes that the Chinese characters 水月宮 (mando: “shuǐ yuègōng“; canto: “seoi yuht gung“) or “Water Moon Palace” appear in relief on the gold-colored badge placed above the carved wooden alcove for the figurine. The iconography denotes the portable shrine as dedicated to Shuiyue Guanyin (Chinese: 水月觀音; pinyin: Shuǐyuè Guānyīn; canto: “seoi yuht G(w)un Yum“ ) or a “Water-Moon Guanyin.” This traditionally masculine form of Guanyin is often presented as a further manifestation of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. The religious supplicant invokes the deity for good rebirth, safe childbirth, and enlightenment. The figurine in this artifact appears consistent with the portrayal of Guanyin as a young man or woman. According to scholar Chun-fang Yu, artistic expressions of the Water Moon Guanyin often depict the deity in a relaxed “lalitasana” pose beside a pond or lake with the moon reflected in the water; the moon in the water is a metaphor for the Buddhist tenet of Śūnyatā. Given the devotional popularity of Guanyin in Asian, the Chinese pioneers not surprisingly brought the worship of the Bodhisattva to California, among other deities venerated in southern China.
My grandmother was 8 years old at the time of the great quake and fire, but she never spoke publicly about her experiences. Decades later, and when one of my cousins talked about sleeping in a tent during a family camping trip, my grandmother casually remarked to my Aunt Nim: “I’ve slept in a tent before.”
"Where?" my late Aunt Milly Lee inquired.
"Golden Gate Park, we were there for the earthquake.” The rest, as is often said, remains history and the inspiration for the children’s book, Earthquake.
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The protagonist for the children’s book, Earthquake, by Milly Lee. As San Francisco's Hall of Records had been destroyed by quake and firet, a 10 year-old, Lily (a.k.a. Lillian) Hee, sat for this identification photo to accompany a 1908 affidavit (signed by Dr. Minnie Worley) to prove her birth in San Francisco Chinatown as a third-generation Californian.
[April 18, 2024]
The paperback edition of Earthquake may be purchased here.
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muradahmed1366 · 2 months
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Alienoid
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k-star-holic · 8 months
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"Namgoong Min Ahn Eun-jin, Identify Your Heart with a Kiss" (Couple)
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texaxwib · 2 years
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dae jo yeong mosaic by Joy Grassman Via Flickr: Dae Jo-yeong is my favorite television show, it's an epic historical Korean drama. Last night I watched episode 71 and witnessed one of the most moving moments ever in cinematic history. The plot of Dae Jo-yeong is extremely complex as it involves warring factions of Chinese and Korean history who are constantly shifting alliances in an attempt to maintain or regain the security of their tribe or kingdom. Episode 71 revolves around our hero, Dae Joyeong, and his father's efforts to free his son from a slave death camp on Mount Guifu. Dae Jung Sang, (Dae Jo Yeong's father) throws himself upon the mercy of his lifelong enemy General Xue Rengui. The touching scene depicting General Xue's reaction to Jung Sang's request had me sobbing under the covers. Both men, generals who have fought and killed and ordered the deaths of thousands, sit on the floor together crying. General Xue, known for his ruthlessness and bizarre sense of humor, joins the prostrate Jung Sang on the floor and brushes away the father's tears. This is my little homage to what I feel is one of the best made television shows ever. I park myself in front of the television every Thursday and Friday night at 10pm to watch Dae Joyeong on WYBE. from left to right, top to bottom: Li Kaigu Dae Jung Sang Pincess Sukyoung Xue Rengui Dae Joyeong on horseback promo poster Xue Rengui in battle Dae Joyeong (Dae Joyoung) posing for promo Dae Joyeong principal characters promo poster Chorin (Chulin) Geol Sabiu (Gulsabiwu) Heuk Sudol King Bojang actors pictured: Choi Soo Jong : as Dae Jo-yeong Hong Su Hyeon : as Princess Suk-yeong (becomes Dae Joyeongs's wife) Im Hyeok : as Dae Jung-sang , father of Dae Joyeong Choi Chul Ho : as Geol sabiu , a sworn brother of Dae Joyeong Kim Hak Cheol : as Heuksudol , another sworn brother of Dae Joyeong. Gil Yong U : as King Bojang, Last King of Goguyeo. Lee Deok Hw : as General Xue Rengui Park Ye-Jin : as Chorin, formerly Dae Joyeong's lover and mother of his child Bo-seok Jeong : as Li Kaigu, Chief-general of Khitan, Chorin's husband
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silantryoo · 1 year
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LOOKALIKE ; jang wonyoung
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non-idol! jang wonyoung x non-idol! reader
SYNOPSIS ;  wonyoung hated herself for letting y/n go, almost as much as she hated her annoyingly smug girlfriend (who everyone hates except for y/n). she knows it's probably too late, but that's not gonna stop her from trying to get her back.
TAGS ; non-idol x non-idol! reader, university au, college au, wlw, angst, fluff, idol au, exs to friends to lovers, slow burn, crack, smau
WARNINGS ; strong language, drama, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation and abuse, slut shaming, overworking, toxic school life, mild violence, suggestive jokes, suicide jokes, mentions of sexual acts
FEATURING ; ive, aespa, kim minju, jo yuri, choi yena, mentions of itzy, nmixx and various other idols
STATUS ; ONGOING!
UPDATE TIMES ; whenever i can
MAIN PLAYLIST!!
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profiles. SUMA. WYS-THERAPISTS. 01S-AND-THEIR-BABIES. HAIKYUU-IRL.
chapters.
01. SHE WANTS A HAPPY COOKIE FAMILY
02. i MISJ HER SMM
03. BRO THAT'S GAEUL??
04. does she look like this
05. wonyoung?
06. what? x3
07. bc i love you
08. let me be delulu
09. unlike you
10. on my way!
bonus: all too well
11. REI DELETE
12. sum naruto shit
13. keep smiling.
14. men from itaewon
15. IS IT ME???
16. pls [REDACTED] me
17. yh ok wtvr.
18. pissy pants
bonus: she was better
19. A HICKEY?
20. PARTY???
21. Y/N. GO.
22. eat a dick
23. ill give you a whore
bonus: mansion parties
bonus: jimin's l/n y/n.
bonus: wish you were sober
24. where r u?
25. HUUUUH?
26. in secret.
bonus: peace.
27. you're a minjeong
28. KILL NAOI REI.
29. adopt a friend!
30. virgin
bonus: gravity
31. WHAT IS THAT?
32. love birds
33. ill txt u ltr
34. more than me?
35. this.
36. sexy number
bonus: why.
37. my crescent roll
38. baby pls.
39. hyewon
40. youre so cute
41. TAKE UR MEDS?
42. flowers
43. idc
bonus: minjeong-unnie
44. i need you
45. jiyn
46. huh :D?
47. 2kim
48. anything for you
bonus: gaeul's ahn yujin.
49. choke
bonus: yonsei
50. mj
bonus: minjeong's deal
51. what
bonus: exile.
52. tell me
53. ru fr?
bonus: you owe me
54. i do
55. yizhuo
56. JIWON SAID NO
bonus: it all falls down
57. the (ye)jimin effect
bonus: the last great american dynasty, pt 1.
58. the owva
bonus: the last great american dynasty, pt 2.
59. who tf
60. to me
bonus: goodbye, my danish sweetheart
61. malding
more to come...
XTRA: jimin's roster, yujin's kim gaeul, yu jimin's playlist, jang wonyoung's playlist
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taglist (CLOSED)!!
@serenitygrace24 @moontealemonpie @writingficsblog @kittyeij @cutieseo @limbforalimb @ahnneyong @yumtooki @lcv3lies @sserajeans @jiwoneiric @babycubchae @trsrina @xyxlyn @misumiausworld @slowlyturninggay291 @awkwardtoafault @captivq @ddeonutz @noiacha @sserabey @d7dream @slowlyturninggay291 @lvwr @perfectsunlight @juhyunsthirdwife @uzumakioden @txtbrainrot @rosiehrs @yunjinhart @skisk1 @bzeus28 @deeznutzryu @jisooftme @danistolemyheart @li0ilthecxnt @eggomi @ddoxhan @zhivaxo @sweet-dhrafts @livelaughloveyujin @luveuly @marimo-anura @yunnybunnyy @ivy-aurora @wonyoluvr
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forthechubbies · 2 months
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Love Thy Husband
Kingpin's Son!San x Innocent yet spicy! Chubby! Wife
You arrived adorned in luxurious fabric bought with their bloody wealth. You are not just a gift, but a treasure...a plaything acquired for the pleasure of the rightful heir to the Choi dynasty.
Choi San.
⚠️ Language, forced marriage, San is a good boy with bad habits, Yn conceals her face with a veil....and San is feral for your modest dressing style. No peep show for San 🙃⚠️
The purpose of a wedding photograph is to immortalize the beauty of that specific moment. Yet, when you stumble upon your own image, it triggers memories of your past yet your in laws so proudly display pictures all over their home. She was abducted by the man she now calls father to settle a overdue debt owed by her birth father.
You shed a tear, remembering your grim past.
As their son finally arrived at the mansion, he discovered his hidden surprise - a gift waiting for him. Despite the mysterious ivory veil that concealed her face, he agreed to accept her without hesitation. Little did he know, the veil was a humble plea from your father, who wished to shield his princess from the dark and dangerous world of the mafia.
The day unfolded before your eyes, obscured by the delicate ivory lace that draped over your face. Gripping the bouquet of baby's breath tightly, your heart pounded as the groom tenderly lifted the veil, allowing it to hover just above your trembling lips.
San's name escaped his lips in a hushed tone, barely audible against the backdrop of your rouge painted lips. Instead of forcefully pulling you towards him, he leaned in, delicately pressing his lips against yours. In the midst of this tender moment, he unintentionally crushed the bouquet.
The kiss, though seemingly pleasant, bore a resemblance to the innocence of toddlers exchanging affectionate pecks. He delicately pressed his lips against your flushed ones, refraining from any further advances. Despite his family now viewing you as his possession, San even restrained himself from touching you.
From that moment on, the vibrant world outside became a distant memory, The majority of your existence now revolves around the presence of your husband, consuming your every waking moment.. Who frankly you couldn't wrap your head around! One moment he’s stern and hostile the next, he’s a sweetheart gentlemen.
Speaking up the devil, There he is, Your phone icon alarmed you of husband’s incoming call. You rolled your eyes before answering. “Hello, San-"
"Omo..you sound like your about to die or worse." San complained under his breath. " You realize I'm your husband and not the grim reaper, yeah?" You could hear his blood simmering.
"Oh, you really had me fooled," you sarcastically remarked. Suddenly, you gasped, gripping your phone tightly, only to berate yourself for your own foolishness right away.
San’s brow involuntarily twitched, disturbed by the sass that escaped your cheeky lips. "What was that?... My dearest," he uttered with a tone that never ceases to send chills down your spine.
You carefully approached him, using his nickname in a soothing tone, "San..nie?" hoping to ease his anger. "My dear husband,” You’re cheeks reddening in embarrassment for actually fearing your husband’s wrath…some would say it should the other way around.
The phone went quiet briefly, only for your man to let out a chuckle that stirs up your fury, playing with you effortlessly. "Impressive, Sannie?.." He arches his eyebrows, making you squeal as he exhales his rugged accent over the line. "Sweetheart, I had no idea you could be this adorable." He taunts you in your mother language.
You are completely oblivious to the depths of your husband's affection for you. His love for you knows no bounds and shines brightly in every aspect of your life.
Especially your body....of what you allow him to see.
You feel safer when concealed from the sun, the man's wild gaze fixated on your delicate ankles and soft hands, pretending to be strong against his threats. You resist him so feebly, he longs to tear off your veil, granting you the illusion of courage to sass him, walk away mid-conversation, and disregard his presence as if he's not a menacing figure linked to the Atz, with his father just a phone call away from silencing your weak father permanently.
"I adore you, Mrs. Choi!!!" Wooyoung's voice echoed through the air, a mix of excitement and mischief. He sprinted towards San, seeking refuge behind him. "That asshole busted my lip," he growled, feeling the sting of his bloody lower lip. But despite the pain, he couldn't help but flash a mischievous smile at his friend, casually draping his arm over his shoulder. "So, how's the lovely wife doing?"
San sound shocked. “ How did you know I was-“
Wooyoung simply grins and nods. "You're adorable when you talk to her," he says with a mischievous smile, teasing his embarrassed friend.
The next thing you know you hear Wooyoung wince in pain, you assumed San hit him like usual followed by "Arghhh!!" Wooyoung biting him as a response.
"Don't fucking bite me, ya little bastard!" San's accent made you flinch, your Korean is far from perfect, and most of the time his words go unnoticed or you simply stare at his lips out of sheer cluelessness. But hey, it's not your fault. You were forcefully taken away from your family and thrown into this marriage with just weeks later.
"Ya! Who are you cursing at, cunt!?!” Wooyoung yelled in response, only to be met with a menacing voice hurling threats at them..
San's eyes gleamed with mischief as he glanced at the towering goon. "Hey, Woo, is this your buddy?" he asked, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Sorry, Honey, gotta go," he said, his voice dripping with allure as he abruptly ended the call. The unmistakable sound of San ruthlessly overpowering the goon echoed in the background.
Overwhelmed by the harsh truth, you found yourself standing in complete silence, consumed by the weight of this new reality.
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vicjo-sims-stories · 5 months
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Brycen & Aubrey growing old together
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blueiskewl · 8 months
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Why These Imperfect Korean ‘Moon Jars’ Sell for Millions
Old, round, imperfect and beautiful — that’s how fans of Korean art describe the moon jar, or “dalhangari.”
These unassuming, plain white pots have entranced everyone from rapper RM, of K-pop sensation BTS, to philosopher Alain de Botton.
The former director of London’s Victoria and Albert Museum, Beth McKillop, has called the moon jar an “icon of Korean identity.” And if price is any indicator of popularity, one recently sold for over $4.5 million at a Christie’s auction.
This month, a rare example from the late 17th or early 18th century will go on sale at Sotheby’s in New York, where it’s expected to fetch more than $3 million.
“A large moon jar has always been expensive, but I think the big uptick in prices and value is… because their appeal is now global,” said Angela McAteer, Sotheby’s international head of Chinese art for the Americas and Europe, over video call. “You’ve got an international cohort of bidders competing for them, so it’s gone beyond the traditional connoisseur collecting community of Korean art.”
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Huge price tags also result from the jars’ rarity. Although made for over a century in the royal kilns of Korea’s last kingdom, the Joseon dynasty, few are thought to exist today. Estimates for the number of larger ones (those more than 40 centimeters, or 15.7 inches, tall and wide) that have survived over the years range from 12 to 30.
Having passed through auction houses and antique dealers across the world, several of these are now in the collections of institutions like the British Museum and Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts, as well as in the hands of private collectors.
‘Owning a piece of happiness’
The first moon jars were created in the royal kilns in Gwangju (a city just outside Seoul, not the larger southern city of the same name) from 1650 to 1750. They were made from pure white porcelain and kaolin clay, and, following the neo-Confucian fashions of their day, the pots reflected values such as propriety, humility, frugality and purity. They were likely used at court and in upper-class homes as containers for food and liquids, or as decorative vessels.
In the mid-20th century, moon jars began gaining international appreciation thanks to influential admirers such as Japanese folk crafts scholar Yanagi Soetsu and British potter Bernard Leach, who bought one from a Seoul antique store in 1935. Leach once said that having a moon jar was like “owning a piece of happiness,” and would later give his to fellow potter Lucie Rie for safekeeping during World War II. It stayed in her studio until her death and was later acquired by the British Museum.
Charlotte Horlyck, lecturer in Korean Art History at the University of London’s School of Oriental and African Studies, wrote in the Art Bulletin journal that after World War II the moon jar “caught the attention of an early generation of postcolonial Korean artists and scholars who sought to restore Korean art history and national identity,” as the pieces “resonated with the visual language of international modernism and minimalism of the mid-20th century while remaining a distinctly Korean work of art.”
The moon jar’s allure
When Sotheby’s announced its forthcoming sale, the auction house described its 44-centimeter (17.3-inch) moon jar as an object that inspired, astounded and soothed those who “stand in its presence.” It’s a funny thing to say about a pot, to speak as if it’s alive, but the jars’ visceral, emotional impact on people is something that comes up time and time again in the literature.
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Choi Sunu, a former director of the National Museum of Korea, has described the museum’s moon jars as being like companions, or muses that have inspired his writing and stirred his creativity. Bernard Leach admired the pots for their “natural unselfconsciousness.” In 2012, South Korea’s then-Unification Minister Yu Woo-ik used the pot as a metaphor symbolizing a reunified Korean peninsula (moon jars are created in two hemispherical pieces and joined in the middle).
More recently the rapper RM, of K-pop group BTS, posted a picture of himself hugging a modern-day moon jar on Twitter, telling fans that the pots made him feel calm.
“It’s hard for someone to really comprehend how a pot can make you feel that way,” said McAteer. “It has this real meditative presence. If you’ve sat in front of a great (painting by US artist, Mark) Rothko and you feel this kind of palpable energy emanate from it, and you could sit for hours and just feel something in its presence — the moon jar has that too.”
“The more you look at it, the more there is to see. It looks different from every angle,” she added. “We had real issues with the photography and the catalog because it looks like a different piece every time you rotate it, or you change the lighting. The surface is just alive, you know.”
“You can see how the glaze coalesces; you see these spontaneous bursts of this blush color that’s happening in the firing. You can lose yourself in its surface.”
Modern masters
Modern Korean potters have been inspired by the jars, and a number have come up with their own homages. Ceramist Kim Syyong covers his pots with a black glaze, while Yun Ju Cheol’s versions look spikier like a pufferfish and Choi Bo Ram’s unvarnished, textured blue vases have a denim-like quality.
Others, like Kwon Dae Sup, have looked to closely recreate the process used by the potters of yore. The 71-year-old ceramist produces unadorned white jars and allows for all the beautiful imperfections produced to shine through. He works out of a studio in Gwangju, where the royal kilns that produced moon jars were once located.
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There’s a great deal of preparation that goes into making a moon jar traditionally. It’s labor-intensive: washing, sifting impurities from the clay, kneading and rolling it to remove air bubbles, carrying around these large hunks, not to mention hand throwing the clay itself to that oversized bowl shape without collapsing, and the work keeping a pine wood fire burning for 24 hours while the pot hardens in the kiln. Kwon also built his own kiln to replicate the old process as closely as possible.
“I do this because it’s fun,” he said in a phone interview. “Every time I make something, it’s novel … The quality of the material is different every time. The conditions in which I make the pots is new every time.”
Kwon said he also feels an emotional connection to the moon jar. As a student he was so moved by a one he saw in a Korean antique store that he decided they would be his life’s work. “They feel alive,” he said.
In a 2019 book on his work by Axel Vervoodt Gallery the potter is quoted saying he tries to produce art that needs no addition or subtraction. “I wish to create work that has an imposing presence but harmonizes with its surroundings regardless of where and when it is displayed. It should give peace of mind and a sense of comfort to all who look at it.”
By Christy Choi.
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reivrze · 1 year
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(  禍  )   —   TALES OF TIME | 해지유
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" In the abyss of love's dark dance, souls entwined, hearts shattered, beauty found "
2023 | 18+ | SERIES | ENHYPEN + OCS
GENRES. coming of age, historical fiction, mystery, romance, joseon dynasty, drama, angst, graphic violence
SYNOPSIS. a captivating collection of diverse love stories set against the backdrop of a historical time. from forbidden romances and destined bonds to quests for harmony and battles against deception, each tale explores the triumph of love over tradition and the pursuit of happiness. as characters defy expectations, unravel secrets, and navigate treacherous waters, their journeys intertwine destiny and love in extraordinary ways, creating an enchanting tapestry of passion, courage, and enduring bonds.
MEET THE OCS. cho jiyeon | yun haewon | choi iseul | rin yoonji | hoshino yumiko | kang mina | miura noa
TAGLIST. open ! send an ask or comment down below to be added ! taglist for each member's story will open soon :)
taglist : @seolboba @yeomha @hangyeomcult @donghyckl @baeksofty @moonmoongi @asyleums @chacottone @rxverix @in-somnias-world
STARTED. postponed ! ( probably to late june/early july ?)
STORIES. teasers !
destiny's blade | lee heeseung
song of jade | park jongseong
breaking the cycle | sim jaeyun
a royal quest | park sunghoon
the kitsune curse | kim sunoo
scribe's secrets | yang jungwon
string of fate | nishimura riki
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iris-sistibly · 1 year
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Jang Bong-hwan found himself standing in front of Daejojeon Hall. The sky was a hue of orange, yellow and blue. There were people around him, the peculiar thing was they were dressed differently, like how people in his country dressed up during the Joseon dynasty.
His eyes scanned the entire place, deep inside he felt a sense of familiarity, he knew he'd been here before but his mind wanted to make sure that he wasn't imagining things...again. “Royal physician please hurry!” he heard a woman whose voice could probably be heard within the entire area. “Court Lady Choi?” Bong-hwan instantly recognized the voice, and he was right. He knew those people well enough to identify them by just hearing their voices. The middle-aged woman was running towards the hall, behind her was the royal physician who was struggling to keep up with her speed.
Bong-hwan’s brows furrowed, "I'm for real not in modern-day Korea am I?," he thought, then gasped when it finally sank in his mind, “Oh shit!” he immediately checked on himself. His voice hasn’t changed, hair was still short, his physique which he spent so much time at the gym to perfect was still the same, and most importantly, his thing was still hanging down there...safe and sound. Bong-hwan felt relieved, it was good to know that he was still himself, but how did he end up here once more? Did he die? or did he fall into a coma again and his soul traveled back in time?
“You there!” the lady-in-waiting pointed at him which stunned Bong-hwan.
“Me…y-you can see me?”
Lady-in-waiting Choi scoffed, “What are you talking about?! Of course I can see you!”
So he wasn’t just a mere soul or a ghost [thankfully], but why was she acting like she knew him? Come to think of it, not even the guards tried to interrogate him–a man in a strange (modern) clothing who clearly doesn’t live or work in the palace. The only person who was able to confirm his identity was the late Kim Byeong-in and no one else. The queen wouldn't be so reckless to spill the tea to everyone right?
"Don’t just stand there!" Court Lady Choi snapped him out of his thoughts, "The queen is about to give birth!"
Before Bong-hwan could even ask questions or process what the lady had said, the latter suddenly dragged him along with the royal physician. Inside, the agonizing screams of Kim So-yong can be heard in every corridor, perhaps it was an exaggeration but it was loud enough to make everyone fluster.
Bong-hwan recalled the time he found out that the queen was pregnant while he was still inside her body, thankfully he didn’t stay long enough to experience the labor pains and actual childbirth. But nevertheless he felt bad, all throughout his stay the queen shared everything to him, her memories, struggles, pain, happiness…and even love for the people around her, including the king.
Speaking of which, where is Cheoljong?
He knew he survived and successfully ousted the corrupt and greedy officials of his court. But if he traveled back to the time of their child’s birth, then that means it has only been months since he left, probably the same time it has been since fully recovering from coma.
“His majesty has arrived!” someone announced in the midst of the commotion. Everyone made way for the king, with him were Prince Yeongpyeong and Special Director Hong. Poor dude came rushing to Daejojeon Hall still wearing his pj’s…uh…sleeping garments. “My queen! I am here!” His mind was too focused on his wife to notice everyone else. Cheoljong stepped inside as soon as the doors to the queen’s room opened. The royal physician, and some of the queen’s maids followed. Worried about So-yong, Bong-hwan went in to check on her, the queen was drenched in her own sweat, and writhing in pain. Hong-yeon was wiping away her sweat while trying to comfort her, "Please try to take deep breaths, it might help you calm down your majesty," she said while in-tears. She has always had a soft spot for her.
"My queen!" Cheoljong sat beside his wife and held her hand while controlling his emotions.
“My king! It hurts so much!” the queen cried.
“It hurts me to see you in pain my queen, I may never know how hard and excruciating it is to bring another life into the world, but I assure you that I will remain by your side as I have promised.”
The queen smiled in gratitude, who would have thought that they would truly fall deeply in-love with each other, considering that their marriage at first wasn’t exactly a blissful one?
“I am sorry your majesty but you have to step outside while I help the queen deliver the child,” the physician said. Upon hearing that, the queen frantically shook her head, “No! He’s staying here! He’s staying with me!”
“B-But your majesty…”
So-yong glared at him, “Listen royal physician, the king and I made this baby together, and did everything together to prepare for this moment, so we’ll be pushing this child into this world together, do you understand?! Now if you insist on NOT letting him stay, I will skewer you and fry you to a crisp!”
Bong-hwan couldn’t help but smile. Admittedly, So-yong taught him to forgive, to help whenever he can, to have faith, and most of all, he learned to care for the people around him. Meanwhile, he taught her to stand up for herself, to never let anyone dictate or control her, to be confident about herself, and just be the badass/savage queen she was born to be. They have grown so much, and he was proud of them...of her mainly.
The royal physician sighed and gave in, “Very well, Court Lady Choi and Hong-yeon will assist me, the rest of you please wait outside. They did as they were told, but before Bong-hwan stepped out of the room he glanced at the queen, the latter saw him too. Upon realizing who he was, she pointed at him, “You…I’ll deal with you later,” she said as the doors shut.
Bong-hwan kept pacing back and forth, he winced at each time he heard So-yong push as if he was also feeling her pain, and in between she would blurt out random cuss words which she probably picked up from him. “M-My queen you’re gripping my hand too tight, y-you might break my bones!” he heard Cheoljong say.
“Hey! I spent nine whole months carrying your child, and now my womanhood feels like it’s being ripped apart and you dare complain?! I might as well break your fucking bones right now!”
“Your majesty, push!” said the royal physician, So-yong pushed as hard as she could. At the same time, Cheoljong's cries can also be heard.
“Goodness your majesty, I can see the head already!” Court Lady Choi sounded delightful and excited.
“Only the head?!” the king and queen uttered in unison.
“Push!”
“I'm gonna kill you Cheoljong!”
"My baby please make haste!"
Meanwhile, the maids, Prince Yeongpyeong and Special Director Hong also waited outside the room. The prince chuckled while he listened to his little brother suffer the wrath of his wife in the birthing bed, “That’s the queen alright.”
“Good grief, if I’m going to end up like his majesty, I might as well not marry at all,” the king’s bestfriend answered.
“Has a message been sent to the queen’s father already?”
Hong Du-il nodded, “I asked Kim Hwan to personally deliver the message to Kim Mun-geun, the old man would probably bring more gifts for the royal baby.”
“He’s going to be one spoiled child.”
“I don’t think so,” Bong-hwan chimed in. Both men looked at him, “He will be very much loved by the people around him, and he will grow into a fine, intelligent, brave and kind man who will continue his father’s legacy. His parents are good people, they will raise him well.”
Du-il nodded, "Of course they will."
In history, the son of Cheoljong and Cheorin died six months after his birth. But like his father, this child is a fighter, Bong-hwan knew this because he experienced it first hand. While still in the womb, he was faced with life-threatening situations, yet despite all that, he ended up thriving. Bong-hwan had put his faith in Cheoljong once, and he has placed his bet on the right person. The king succeeded in creating his own path, and the odds turned to his favor. If Bong-hwan is to gamble once more, he would go all-in for this child.
He didn’t know how much time had already passed, but all of their anxieties turned into elation when they finally heard the loud wailing of an infant. The maids rejoiced, Bong-hwan and the two other men were relieved. Moments later, the royal physician stepped out of the queen’s room wearing a huge smile on his face, “The queen has safely delivered a healthy little prince!” he announced.
The sun rose to its full glory. On that day, a new life took its first breath into the world, and upon his arrival came a new found hope for a brighter future. And thus, the kingdom rejoiced.
***
Jang Bong-hwan walked into the queen’s room, full of happiness and excitement. Inside were the young couple with their newborn son, the little boy was sleeping peacefully in his father’s arms, while So-yong leaned against her husband’s shoulder, holding their baby’s tiny hand. It was a beautiful moment, both parents were enamored by the boy’s charm, “He’s a handsome little prince,” Cheoljong said proudly, he then faced his wife, “Thank you my queen.”
“I should be the one thanking you, my king, for always being there for me.”
“In this lifetime and in the afterlife, I will always be with you my love.”
“As am I, now and hereafter...I will never stop loving you.”
The couple moved closer to each other, their lips barely an inch apart, their hearts beating as one. But their intimate moment was interrupted when they finally noticed Bong-hwan's presence. “Hey, how long have you been standing there?” asked So-yong.
“Long enough to witness a cheesy k-drama moment,” Bong-hwan answered, "Congratulations by the way." The queen smiled in response.
“Would you like to hold him?” Cheoljong asked, just like everyone else, he didn’t seem freaked out at all. Bong-hwan looked at Queen Cheorin (Kim So-yong). As if trying to communicate through the mind, he wanted to know what the heck was going on, why do others seem so chill with him being there? He didn’t get any answer, she just let her husband place their child gently in his arms. Bong-hwan took a moment to have a good look at his face, indeed he inherited all of his parents’ best features. "I can already imagine the number of women who would swoon over him," he jested, “Hey kiddo, let me tell you something…the first lesson you need to learn about life is–” he paused, memories of him as the queen suddenly flooded his mind, from the moment he woke up in Cheorin’s body, to meeting the people whom he had grown to love as family, and most importantly, the long and crazy journey that led them to this moment. They've surely come a long way, and it was such an incredible yet humbling experience.
And it made Bong-hwan feel more...alive.
His expression softened, he has always had a fiery personality, but now he seemed to be calmer, “...Is that it's never short of battles, at times you’ll feel afraid, sad or frustrated, there will even come a point when everything seems hopeless. But believe me when I say that no matter how crappy life can be, one way or another, you will always find something or someone worth living and fighting for, so don’t ever give up okay? I’m rooting for you little prince! Fighting!”
The boy’s parents expressed their gratitude as Bong-hwan handed the baby back to his mother.
“I’m really happy to see you, both of you once more,” he said afterwards.
“I never got to say this, but I’m glad you came Jang Bong-hwan, thank you so much…for everything.”
Bong-hwan shrugged, trying to act cool, "Oh no need to thank me, although I...never got the chance to say goodbye to you the last time, sorry about that," he said, “Come to think of it, I wonder if we’ll ever meet again?”
“You will always be a part of me, just as I will always be a part of you, well…all of us actually. Whichever timeline, lifetime, or part of the world we end up in, one way or another, we are bound to meet once more, I sincerely believe in that.”
The queen gestured Hong-yeon to come forward, the maid handed a box to Bong-hwan, “What is this? A parting gift?”
So-yong chuckled, “You can say that.”
Bong-hwan opened the box and inside was a pin, he remembered it very well, it was the same pin he used to carve out that message in the stone by the lake.
“Keep it,” Cheoljong said, “And when we cross paths again, let’s have a drinking game.”
Bong-hwan smiled and nodded, “I’m looking forward to beating you Cheoljong.”
“So am I Bong-hwan, so am I.”
***
Jang Bong-hwan found himself back in his own room in modern-day Korea the moment he opened his eyes, “What a dream,” he thought. But then, he felt something in his hand, and to his surprise it was the pin the queen gave him. A smile formed on his lips, then he started giggling, and soon enough his laughter filled the entire room, “I am so gonna beat your ass your majesty,” he said. He got out of his bed and got ready for the day, after breakfast he immediately left and drove to the place where it all began. Thankfully, there weren’t many people that day. Bong-hwan knelt in front of the stone by the lake, it had been more than a century since the reign of King Cheoljong and Queen Cheorin, yet it felt good to know that this place still exists until now. He traced his fingers along the writings on the stone, and when no one was looking, Bong-hwan took out the pin, and wrote something:
I came was here for nothing and it was epic
-Jang Bong-hwan
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Epilogue (by: Iris)
A/N: This fanfiction is solely based on the show Mr. Queen, and has nothing to do with Korea's history.
I regret not watching the show sooner, it wasn't a light rom-com like I was expecting. Bitch every episode was intense and I enjoyed the roller coaster of emotions this show gave me. This fanfic is one of those that I spent more than a day writing bc I tbh it's just that I'm in that moment when I badly want to write something but I don't fucking know what to write.
I thought about giving Bong-hwan and Cheoljong some moments together, but I wanted Bong-hwan and So-yong to have their moment too. So being the lazy bitch that I am, I just decided to put all three of them together just to make it easier for my brain cells 😜.
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hello from 06242023 - I finally have the chance to reflect on day two of the Asian American Film Showcase 2023, which focused on ‘generations’ through a series of short films. I will put the full program down below and any related links I can find, but I want to take a moment to highlight three that have stuck with me :
Nǎi Nai & Wài Pó (2022, dir. Sean Wang) - The short film tells the story of the filmmaker’s grandmothers, in-laws that have such an affinity for life. They’re a joy to watch, a goddamn delight. The format in which Sean Wang chose to capture the daily lives of these women suit their quirks and tenacity. I laughed, I cried, I hope to be like them someday.
Dear Corky (2022, dir. Curtis Chin) - Chin informs you at the top of the short film that the intentions of the project started off a little differently, but due to the untimely death of renown photographer and star of the film, Corky Lee, the end result became a phenomenal tribute to Corky and the stories he brought to light. Just when I thought I was going to part with the film with my heart heavy, Chin reached out and pulled me back up. I felt hopeful and inspired by knowing Corky in that small window of time we had.
Lunchbox (2022, dir. Anne Hu) - You know you have the audience in the palm of your hand when you hear the chorus of sniffles during the end credits of this short film. Hu perfectly unravels the story behind each recipe the main character is preparing for her daughter in the present, while recalling her upbringing and turmoil with her own mother. This film reached into the personal corner of my heart and pulled it out of my chest, still beating, exposed to the world. I wish Anne Hu the very best and hope this healed something in her as it did for me.
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Missile (2022, dir. Christopher Hwisu Kim) Nǎi Nai & Wài Pó (2022, dir. Sean Wang) In Living Memory (2022, dir. Quyên Nguyen-Le) The Return (2021, dir. Hena Asraf) Dear Corky (2022, dir. Curtis Chin) Lunchbox (2022, dir. Anne Hu) Closing Dynasty (2022, dir. Lloyd Lee Choi)
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