Hello. The name's ikang, and I was a fan of TVXQ5, which is why my username became ikangtvxq. Sadly, I haven't thought of making a name more cool-sounding or satisfyingly creative. I have long since established that the name "ikang" was lucky because I was able to complete a few fan fictions through it unlike the other pseudonyms I've taken, so just for consistency's sake, I kept my childhood nickname as my official pen name. Unfortunately, the username "ikang" was already taken by the time I registered, and I didn't fancy tacking on a random number at the end, so in an attempt to be more original, I added the TVXQ bit on there. I don't think it worked out as well as I had hoped, but changing usernames cost quite a bit. Oh, well.

Moving on (and if you stuck around long enough to read this), I would like to welcome you to my LJ. This is where I post my fanfictions, including rantings about my fanfictions and the occasional drabbles here and there. My fanfictions are mostly about TVXQ / JYJ / whatever-they-call-themselves. These days I'm also working on some of my first Supernatural fanfictions. I might post some of my poems -- and maybe other things I can come up with that I deem would be worthy to post -- here. Only my traitorously flightly muse and time may tell. 

My updating schedule is sporadic at best, not for the lack of trying but because of several reasons which include the following: sometimes real life gets in the way; most of the time my writing muse abandon me for vacations that last months; and sometimes rabid plot bunnies kidnap me and force me to write them, therefore taking my attention away from the stories that I'm supposed to be updating; and I do realize that I really should stop running my sentences and make this whole sentence/paragraph more confusing than it should be.

I should get to the point. Here is a list of my fics for easy navigation around my journal:

I've written this a while ago, a few months into the lawsuit. Just wanted to share. 

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Red Ocean

The rush of cheers that sweeps away my soul
brings tears into my eyes. I howl
and wail and sing my heart, and prowl
with every beat of heart. I fly
and fall, reach up and fail and yet
these people cheer and smile and wail.
I laugh, they laugh. I cry, they cry.
I sing, they sing to bars avail.

I stand to be what I have dreamed,
Worked hard to what these people deem.
Some others doubt but in the end
To the immensive sea they bend.
The others left don’t give away
a thing, but sneers and snide and hate.
It’s hard to know their reason why;
They’re hard enough to satiate.

I give my all, I do my best,
And though I sometimes fail the test,
Standing still, immensive sea,
Like warriors set to drive away
the enemy who cries with glee;
A moment of mistake he pries;
The vultures pick on every wound
Until I break and fall and cry.

Immensive sea, still they stand,
Beside–my side– like countless sand.
Immensive sea, like burning fire,
Good luck to those who rouse her ire.
Scathing looks at me will meet
A tide of vengeance not so sweet.
Good tidings bring good tiding, though.
Praise-worthy through her eyes shall meet.

A lover, child, a fiend, a friend;
So much describes the ocean red.
Though often full of good intent,
Her enemies have often bled.
A lover sweet and kind and good,
A jealous girlfriend when she broods.
A child who looks and laugh at me.
Attention-seeking brat she’d be.
Companions through my night and day,
A friend who keeps my ghosts at bay.
A mother guiding through a storm,
Protecting me from every scorn.

And when I stand before the sea,
     It overwhelms, I feel the love
     and pure affections like a storm 
     of pure emotions clashing hard.
Exhilirating freedom felt
Through practiced actions ever dealt.
A sweet, sweet irony, it seems;
A prison bursting in its seams.
Confusing jumbled words just flow
Like endless streams of crystal clear.
A mumbled “Thank you” through my tears,
A heartfelt passion met with cheers.

The pearl red sea, so often seen
a threat, sinister force to deem
Now see, won’t they be proven wrong?
Admire at how they form a team.
In times of great despair, they stay
Protecting me all night and day.
The lies spewed by vultures had
befallen angry hearts and flayed.
And now together they stand
Against the threats the foe has laid.
A family supporting each
And everyone through every shade.

The once young pearl red sea has grown
into an ocean larger and
their once unsure and swaying
love cemented firm remain unbarged.
I treasure you deep in my heart.
Come hear me give more than my part.
Cassiopeia, your loud cheers ring.
Now sit a while and hear me sing.

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Gah... I just read one of my winglin fics which absolutely made me shudder and bang my head on a wall demanding "What the heck was I THINKING posting this... this abomination for the world to SEE!?!?!!1!!!11"

...Rest assured that I am NEVER going to post THAT in here...

The raven-haired warrior dropped his sword to the ground, no longer having the strength to wield it any longer. Drops of blood oozed incessantly from his wounds, staining the smooth ice beneath him turning the translucent material to bright red. Powerless and drained of strength, he dropped to his knees, gasping for air that came out as white puffs of smoke.

“You... you cheated...” he gritted out to the figure standing in front of him.

The figure breathed out heavily. It has been a long and hard battle. Knowing that he was the victor, and that there was no way that the warrior on the ground can fight anymore, he finally sheathed his sword. “Forgive me, Jaejoong. I had to.”

The warrior’s vision started to blur, and his eyes started to glaze. His lids started to droop, and his limbs started to numb from the pain. The cold stung his skin, and he shivered from it. He was fading. He was fading fast.

The figure came closer and bent down in front of him, cupping his cheek as a sign of apologetic affection. ‘Hypocrite!’ The warrior tried to yell, but alas, the spell the other man had casted upon him had started to work. He was starting to lose control of everything. The warrior tried to fend his enemy's hands off of him, but in the process lost strength and completely dropped to the ground face down.

“You must understand,” he heard him say. “I can't allow you to win.”

The ice beneath the wounded warrior slowly started to grow and lift him up until he and the victor of the battle stood face to face. The spell had started to claim his movements, his voice and his consciousness. The ice started to cover him, advancing rapidly from his lower body to his upper body.

“There can only be one of us.”

That was the last words the warrior heard, before completely being enveloped with ice.

The figure grazed the surface of the smooth ice with his fingers. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he whispered, knowing fully well the warrior inside will never hear his words. “This is the only thing I can do to save you from yourself.”

A white flower appeared in his right hand. Bending down, he placed it carefully at the base of the ice projection. “I promise to get you out of here once the war is over. Wait for me, Jaejoong.”

He stood up and started to walk away.

But he never came back.

His sword lay in the middle of the battle field, soaked in his blood and ownerless just right after the first battle of the war began.

The raven-haired warrior stayed frozen.