Kintsugi Stories

Not all broken things are lost, some are loved back to warmth. A Poetry Series exploring different stages of love and finding the hidden warmth in yourself. This wonderful cover is made by @LexunLunarix . An amazing person who co write this series with me is @desirsthings. I would like to thank them for helping me through this journey.

"𝓘𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮𝓼, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾." . . ---🎀--

Keith doesn't want to go to the funeral for someone who isn't dead, and meets a kappa and tengu on his way. Disclaimer - I don't own Voltron: Legendary Defender. This was written for the Fantasy Community's fourteenth prompt, where one writes a story about a cursed road, a restaurant/tavern/inn/wayhouse, a piece of headwear with a black feather and the Japanese art of kintsugi, the Japanese art of fixing ceramics with gold and silver lacquer. Keith's last name of Kogane means gold, and Shiro's last name of Shirogane means silver.

Kintsugi is a Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending cracks with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold. This not only fixes broken potery back to being able to be used, but Kintsugi can be reflected on and applied to our daily lives. When we break, mentally...There is a way we can mend ourselves. Scars are embraced in Kintsugi by being adorned in gold...why not do the same for ourselves when we crack? FyI: PLEASE DO NOT COPY, RE-DISTRIBUTE, PUBLISH, DISPLAY, MODIFY, SHARE, OR ANYWAY EXPLOIT CONTENT. THX!!

A bunch of poems and Haikus I have written in my free time. Quality varies. Uploads randomly. Read in any order you like.

Everyone has magic inside them. Every miracle, every confession, every kiss, every heartbreak are all a result of that magic, the magic that makes us who we are. So here we have a couple of magical events (in the from of free verse poetry) that have been spun from the magic inside of me.

What happens when someone loves you at a time when you can barely love yourself? He Loved the Broken Parts of Me is a heartfelt story about a girl carrying the pain of heartbreak, confusion, and emotional wounds. While she struggles to heal from the past, one person chooses to stay by her side. He sees beyond her smile, understands the pain she tries to hide, and loves her not despite her brokenness, but with it. Through moments of joy, tears, mistakes, and growth, this story explores the kind of love that arrives when life feels impossible. It is a journey of healing, self-discovery, and learning that being loved does not require being perfect. This book is a tribute to the people who hold our hands during our darkest moments and remind us that even broken hearts deserve love. Because sometimes the person who changes your life isn't the one who saves you - they're the one who loves the broken parts of you. By Lottieey's Diary

l'art de réparer les choses brisées...

The process of repairing one's self is a long and patient process. A husband and wife deal with a devastating trauma in their lives, struggling to live day after day. It takes an accident to unconsciously remind them that the flow of life can continue, and while you may never forgot, you can somehow learn to live with what has befall you. You can almost begin trying to live again.

A love poem

She made something delicate. Something rare. Something made of love. But the wrong person didn't see beauty-only weakness. The Porcelain Doll is a haunting poetic story about rebuilding after cruelty, recognizing manipulation disguised as charm, and finally protecting the most fragile part of you: your heart.

An open letter for the one who will never meant to me.

Perona tiene un estilo extravagante, que para algunos podría ser excesivo y fastidioso. En su infancia tal vez se avergonzaría de eso, pero ahora lo abraza, lo exhibe felizmente. Por eso está tan orgullosa de su Boutique, su paraíso, el establecimiento donde expresa todo su ser, con miras a ser la mejor diseñadora. Lo único que le disgustaba del negocio era el vecino que tenía: el Taller Mecánico de Eustass Kid, quien siempre la molestaba con sus estúpidas bromas y su odiosa mirada. Ella no imaginaba que para Kid ese taller también es un paraíso, donde muestra con orgullo sus cicatrices, aquello que lo hace quien es. Cuando el gobierno llega con una Orden de Desalojo, con el fin de apropiarse de todos los edificios de la calle y construir una nueva sede de "Laboratorios Punk" en su lugar, Perona y Kid tienen que unir fuerzas para salvar sus lugares sagrados. Y en el proceso van conociendo las cicatrices e imperfecciones del otro, sus remiendos. 🪡🔧🪡🔧🪡🔧🪡🔧 Ya saben que los personajes no son mios, sino de Eiichiro Oda ⚠️Advertencia⚠️: Esto es demasiado CLICHÉ, si buscas algo más original, este no es tu lugar. Pero aquí lo traigo para aportar mi grano de arena y aumentar el contenido de este ship. Esta historia salió de un pequeño escrito que hice en febrero del año pasado para un reto creativo de un grupo de facebook en el que estoy, quise sacar un longfic de ahí, y ese longfic es este (aunque no sé cuantos caps serán, tal vez no muchos) Esta historia es también un pequeño regalo para una amiga mía, la pionera del KidRona, @SofiloveSnow, aunque no sé qué tanto le vaya a gustar (también tomaré muchos de sus headcanons y de su propia personalidad para Perona y la historia, por lo que le doy los créditos) En fin, espero que disfruten esta vaina.

It had been an accident, but that didn't excuse the act. One smashed pot and a devastated widow leads to Link learning an entirely new technique to mend things. In hindsight, it would've been nice to know there were rules to breaking pots.

A very personal poem

It's Thomas and his friends that we all know and love, but what if...they have the same struggles that we go through daily? Like anxiety, ADHD, autism, DID, PTSD, and etc. This series will shows the engines' and Vehicles' struggles, the rise and fall, and so much more, they have to face, but at the end...things will be ok. However, some of the engines are not even engines

I just want to write down some of the things that keep me up at night. I'm hoping someone out there feels the same way . So, here it goes...

these poems are a getaway from toxicity and the hardships of life, for me. I don't know what it could mean to you, but I hope it means something to you

Thomas Cameron was not a fan of life, and death came almost welcome to him, but the promised land is not what he was lead to believe. He had thought, for instance, he might find his late wife on the other side, but dust and shadow are all he can find. Will he move on from the Dead Realm? Or will he spend the rest of time trapped in a land of bitter darkness?