Typoverse
What is typoverse?
One of the greates headspace to be in
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1994
Typoverse was created
The first born of a couple in Vietnam.
1998
First step into the music world
Being obsessed with keyboards after a music class at the kindergarden.
1999-2010
Playing the keyboard and almost became professional
School work and the lack of motivation led to the end of the keyboard career.
2010
self-taught guitar playing
The passion didn’t die, only got transfered into another form.
2017
First fanfiction published on ao3
A commissioned one-shot in exchange for an artwork.
2018
Gaining popularity due to a new pairing
In response to SDCC17, a new pairing was born and rooted for.
Repertoire
Typoverse accumulated over 50 fanfictions in their repertoire, sometimes artwork and sketches
What I taught myself
What consumed any free time between periods in school
What materialized typoverse
writing development
Typoverse observable events
crack-fics
I am Siri-us
For some laughter
oneshots
inamorata
Inspired by prompts: Seven times a character does something
oneshots that turned multichapters
Beyond your window is my heart
Inspired by a glimpse of an odd job
short stories full of hearts
panda
When road trips can become more than just road trips
stories based on movies
clavem
Based on the movie Gladiator (2000)
long-form fanfictions
collateral damages
The rewriting of a show to give more nuance into characters and a different pairing
Upcoming event
orbits
A character-driven literary romance about love, identity, and the cost of becoming yourself, disguised as a Supergirl fanfiction.
latest update
05 / 06
2026
Lena leaned against the bathroom door, clutching the clothes Kara just given her, trying to stay steady. Her stupid hand still shivered, still feeling the unintentional touch from Kara’s hand that affected her more than it ever would Kara. Her watched blinked silently, giving high heartbeats warning. She quickly took it off and proceeded to get changed into Kara’s clothes.
This is stupid.
She looked at herself in the mirror: cheeks flushed, almost disappeared behind the cozy material of the sweater. Kara always wore a size bigger, and her sweaters were always too big. Lena rolled the sleeves up, slashing her face with freezing cold water to calm down. It would be so embarrassing to have another cardiac event just because she accidentally touched Kara’s hand.