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Yilling Wei Sect AU Chapter Seven

Ao3

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Wangji remembered Wen Qing yelling at them as she found them the next morning.

"You idiots! What were you thinking? I expected this from you, Wei Ying, but Lan Wangji, I expected better of you! Wei Ying needs to rest!"

"Qing-Jie," Wei Ying winced, covering his ears. "Could you be quieter? Please?"

Wen Qing turned her ire to him. "And you. What the fuck were you thinking? We've been worried sick looking for the both of you all morning! With the assassination attempt, we thought you'd both been kidnapped!" Wen Qing's voice grew shrill and furious as she shouted at them.

"Wen-Guniang," Wangji interrupted her tirade quietly. "We are very sorry. I went for a walk after I thought Wei Ying was asleep and ended up here. A yao somehow made it through the wards and followed me, pretending to be Wei Ying. The real Wei Ying woke up and noticed I was gone. Thankfully, my brother was still around the camp, so he directed him to me, and got there in time to save me from the yao, as I did not have my sword nearby. Believe me, I was also quite unhappy that he got out of bed. He didn't seem in a good state to be moved, so we stayed here, and I suppose we fell asleep."

Wen Qing's anger seemed to deflate, and her impeccable posture fell away, making her look so very tired.

"I'm sorry for yelling," She whispered. "I'm just glad you're alright."

She hugged Wei Ying, who was now standing with Wangji's help. To his surprise, she pulled Wangji into her embrace as well.

"You too, Wangji. Don't do that again, either of you, okay? If you think something's wrong, tell someone. No one wanders off without at least a few people knowing where they are, not here."

Wangji nodded, relaxing into the hug. He didn't have a sister; he supposed this was the closest he'd come.

"Let's go back. You're lucky the banquet is set for late afternoon and not this morning, Meng Yao's been working himself to the bone keeping the other sect leaders at bay as it is." Wen Qing waved them along, constantly checking behind her as if to make sure they hadn't disappeared.

"Oh, in other news," Wen Qing went on, her tone doing a complete three-sixty. "Zu Lanzi and Liu Vian arrived with their children early this morning."

Wei Ying seemed to perk up considerably. "Zi-Jie? Really? I haven't seen her and her wife in forever!" He exclaimed.

"Are Zu-Guniang and Liu-Guniang part of the sect?" Wangji asked, curious about the unfamiliar names.

Wei Ying turned his beaming smile to him. "Zi-Jie and her wife were some of the first refugees to arrive in the Burial Mounds! They have two daughters, Zu Shuyi and Zu Xia, who are war orphans. They've been traveling the past year, so you haven't met them, but they're th best! I think you would get along with Liu-Jie especially." Wei Ying explained animatedly.

"They are both women?" Wangji asked, intrigued.

"Yeah," Wen Qing confirmed. "I have enough faith in you to trust that you won't make a stupid comment, so I won't give you the whole 'and what's it to you' speech."

Wangji nodded in confirmation, standing up straighter as they reached the camp. Wei Ying attracted many shouts and releived sighs as they entered it, and the teenagers, accompanied by two unfamiliar girls, ran to them.

Shouts of "Xian-Gege!" were mixed with the girls' exclaimations of "Wei-Jiujiu!" as they dashed to hug Wei Ying as gently as Wangji thought was possible of excited teens.

"A-Yang! A-Yu!" Wei Ying called, opening his arms for all of them. "And," He pretended to gasp. "Who's this? Surely these cannot be my A-Yi and A-Xia! They're far too big!"

The younger-looking girl giggled at that. "Wei-Jiujiu, we're barely bigger than we were the last time you saw us! You just have a bad memory!"

Wei Ying gasped again, putting a dramatic hand to his chest in false offense. "Lies! Lies and slander, I tell you! My A-Xia was never this cheeky!"

Ah, so the younger one was Zu Xia. Wangji smiled, watching as Wei Ying joked and laughed with the teenagers, ruffling Zu Shuyi's hair and giving them all individual hugs.

"Wei-Jiujiu, who's that?" Zu Shuyi asked politely, gesturing to Wangji.

At this, the boys noticed him and ran to give him hugs as well, which he accepted with a smile, patting their heads as he'd seen Wei Ying do.

"This is Lan Wangji, my husband," Wei Ying explained, moving to stand closer to Wangji, who caught him as he stumbled on a stray pebble.

"Oh," Zu Xia looked surprised. "Nice to meet you, Lan-Qianbei. I am Zu Xia, and this is my older sister, Zu Shuyi.

Wangji bowed in greeting. "It is nice to meet you as well."

"Where are your mothers? I need to see my Zi-Jie," Wei Ying demanded playfully, gesturing for the girls to lead the way.

"She's in the Jingshi, taking tea with Meng Yao," Zu Shuyi supplied. "She is probably going to yell at you for disappearing, so tread carefully."

Wei Ying laughed. "Zi-Jie can never stay mad at me for long, you'll see."

Zu Shuyi led them to the Jingshi, their happy chatter filling the air as they walked along the path.

"Well, I can't say I'm looking forward to being on bed rest again—"

Wei Ying suddenly froze, stopping at the Jingshi doors, and Wangji hurried to stand beside him, wondering what could've possibly shaken him so—

Oh.

Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin were sitting at the tea table with a horrified-looking Meng Yao and a wide-eyed woman, Wangji was pretty sure was Zu Lanzi.

Jiang Yanli's teacup slipped from her fingers as she stared at Wei Ying, who was maskless, disbelief evident on her face. It thudded softly on the table, empty as she slowly stood and made her way across the room rather quickly to stand right in front of Wei Ying.

Wangji resigned himself to never knowing what was going on.

"A-Xian?" She whispered, barely audible. A tear traced it's way down her face as she brushed her fingers against Wei Ying's hair, moving it out of his face.

"What the fuck is happening?" Zu Xia stage whispered to Xue Yang, who shrugged, just as lost.

Jiang Wanyin seemed to literally be frozen, his expression fixed into one of awe, skepticism, grief, and joy.

Wei Ying was completely still, barely breathing as Jiang Yanli stared at him with an achingly hopeful face.

"Wei Ying?" Wangji asked quietly. "What is going on?"

This, it seemed, confirmed whatever Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin's suspicions were, as Jiang Yanli let out a broken sob and flung herself onto Wei Ying in a tight embrace, Jiang Wanyin following.

Okay. Wangji was very, very out of the loop.

"A-Xian," Jiang Yanli was whispering, over and over.

"You're alive," Jiang Wanyin murmured, looking shell-shocked, the only emotion other than anger and irritation Wangji had ever seen on him.

Wait. The Jiang siblings. Wei Wuxian. Wei Ying. The head disciple who'd died.

Was Wei Ying...?

"I'm sorry," Wei Ying sobbed, clutching the Jiangs desperately. "I'm so, so sorry."

Wangji frowned at this. True, he had no idea what was happening, but he was sure Wei Ying had nothing to be sorry for.

Wen Qing looked alarmingly frightened by the situation, Meng Yao panicked, and Zu Lanzi sipped her tea as if trying to hide behind the teacup.

Wei Ying eventually parted from the Jiangs, sniffling and red-eyed, wiping the tears that had started to flow from his face.

"Wei Ying," Wangji moved closer to him, handing him a handkerchief in concern,

"Sorry, sorry," Wei Ying blew his nose, still sniffling.

"Don't apologize," Wangji told him gently. "You have done nothing wrong."

Wei Ying let out a half-sob at that, blinking back stray tears.

"A-Xian," Jiang Yanli said, still looking as though Wei Ying might disappear any moment. "What... why...?" She trailed off, not seeming to know what question to ask.

"I suppose I owe you an explanation," Wei Ying gave them a wobbly smile, letting Wangji help him sit down with a wince.

"Hey, Ying-Di," Zu Lanzi greeted him. "Should I go?"

"No, no, you just got here, and I've missed you, Zi-Jie. You also should hear this, probably. You too, Lan Zhan."

Wangji nodded, seating himself next to Wei Ying.

"Wei Wuxian," Jiang Wanyin's voice was quieter than Wangji had thought possible for him. "What happened? How are you alive? Why didn't you tell us? What happened?"

"I'll explain," Wei Ying suddenly looked haggard and tired, his eyes haunted and resigned.

"Start with me," Wen Qing supplied, sitting on Wei Ying's other side. "That's sort of how all this started anyway."

Wei Ying nodded, shaking his head as if to clear all his exhaustion and conflictedness away.

"I met Wen Qing on a Night Hunt near Qishan." Wei Ying started, his voice clear and steady. "She helped me find the beast that was terrorizing the town, and we became correspondents. She shared concerns with me about Wen Rouhan's growing power, and we talked about idle strategies to sabotage and stop him.

"One day, I received a letter from her warning me that Wen Rouhan's ire had turned to me, mainly because I had taken one too many Night Hunts near Qishan, and they didn't want me finding out that they barely Night Hunted anymore and bringing it up to the other sects. I also was too influential and powerful to be left alive with the Jiangs, I suppose.

"I had been prepared to get attacked during the night, and on less-populated Night Hunts, but was caught off guard when the Wens took Jiang Cheng and me after we defeated the yao in that forest."

"What?!" Jiang Wanyin interrupted. "That didn't happen!"

Wei Ying looked so, so sad when he turned to Jiang Wanyin. "Jiang Cheng. What do you remember about that day?"

Jiang Wanyin frowned. "It's foggy. I remember coming back for you and getting snatched by the beast. It took us to its lair, where it held us for a few days until you were able to get our swords. We fought it, and you..." He trailed off, looking upset. "You died."

Wei Ying seemed to brace himself before speaking again. "You remember that because it's what I wanted you to remember."

Jiang Wanyin went white. "No. No, you didn't. You, you couldn't have!"

Wei Ying looked at the floor. Wangji wished he could comfort him in any meaningful way. He felt helpless and horrified as Wei Ying continued with his story.

"The Wen took Jiang Cheng and me, and managed to hold us for a day before we managed to escape. I fled to Qing-Jie's house, and she granted us sanctuary for a few days. I helped create the false memory talisman and told Wen Qing to use it if the Wen captured me again, which they did while I was at the market. I couldn't have you running in senselessly while distracted by looking for me. Better to simply die, as I was sure the Wen would kill me anyway, and it was better to have you believe there was nothing you could do, instead of thinking you could've saved me if only.

"Instead of killing me, the Wens melted my core and threw me in the Burial Mounds. Unluckily for them, I managed to survive and learn demonic cultivation to build a life for myself there. Zi-Jie and Liu-Jie were one of the first people I'd seen in a very long time; they were thrown into the Burial Mounds about six months after I was, and I granted them sanctuary. They came with their children, A-Li and A-Xia. Mo-Nushi came soon after, with A-Yu, and A-Yang not long after that. Then the Dafan Wen came, and by then I was already sustaining about fifty people in the Burial Mounds, and had started the process of clearing the resentful energy.

"A-Xiao was my first child; he came to me as a baby, followed closely by A-Qing and A-Yuan, who is actually Wen Qing's cousin; she and A-Ning allowed me to adopt him."

There was stunned silence after Wei Ying had finished talking. Wangji thought he might be sick. Wei Ying was coreless? It had been melted, and then he'd been tossed into the Burial Mounds to die? No wonder he'd turned to demonic cultivation; it had been his only way to survive.

There was one thing that stood out to Wangji, though. Wei Ying was lying.

Wangji didn't know why, and he didn't question it then; he would ask him later, but Wei Ying had clenched his fists slightly under the low table, his tell, while he was telling them about their stay at Wen Qing's house.

"Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you find us?" Jiang Yanli asked, heartbreak clear on her face.

Wei Ying looked devastated at her pain. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. There were so many people depending on me, I couldn't just leave. I thought you might be glad to be rid of me." The last part he said in a whisper and Wangji felt his blood turn to ice.

Who had made Wei Ying feel as though he wouldn't be missed? Wangj would kill them. Wei Ying was the best human being in the world and should never have to think otherwise.

Jiang Wanyin's face turned angry at those words. "What made you think that, huh? We mourned you! Jie would barely speak for months! She made an extra bowl of soup for you every time she made it! I still have your sword! It's hung in my room, though A-Niang wanted to destroy it."

Wei Ying looked down again. "Sorry." He murmured.

"Wei Ying. Stop apologizing. You did what you thought was best." Wangji tried to assure him, almost placing a hand on his arm, but refraining. Jiang Wanyin was there, and Wangji didn't want to create any awkward misunderstandings that Wei Ying would have to clear up.

Wei Ying smiled at him before turning back to his siblings. "If you don't want to see me anymore, I'd understand."

Jiang Yanli looked outraged at the suggestion, the first time Wangji had seen her angry. "How dare you say that, Wei Ying. We're family, and we've already lost you once."

Wei Ying slumped in relief. "Good. I missed you a lot. My lotus root and pork rib soup doesn't taste nearly as good as yours does, Shijie."

Jiang Yanli's eyes brightened. "You made my soup?"

"Every week," Wei Ying said with a smile. It was true, although Wangji had never realized its significance before.

"Wei Ying is incorrect," He stated, frowning at Wei Ying.

"What?" Wei Ying seemed confused by that.

"Your lotus root and pork rib soup is excellent." Wangji clarified.

"You have clearly never had my Shijie's soup, then," Wei Ying said with a raised eyebrow.

"You're coreless?" Ah. Wangji had forgotten that Meng Yao was there. He seemed shaky and shell-shocked by Wei Ying's story.

"Ah, er, yeah," Wei Ying didn't seem to want to talk about it, but before Wangji could change the subject himself, Zu Lanzi stepped in.

"It's nice to actually meet the infamous Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin, I've heard a lot about you," She said, drawing the attention away from the subject of Wei Ying's lack of core.

Jiang Yanli's attention was successfully diverted. "Oh, you must be Zu-Guniang! It's an honor to meet you."

Jiang Wanyin nodded in greeting as Zu Lanzi drew them into conversation.

"Yaoyao, I'd prefer if we didn't talk about it much in front of them," Wei Ying whispered to him nervously. Meng Yao seemed to understand, nodding and turning back to the conversation. Zu Lanzi was animatedly retelling a night hunt she'd gone on with her wife recently.

"Would you like a tour around? You can meet your niece and nephews," Wei Ying offered when Zu Lanzi had finished her story.

Jiang Yanli gasped excitedly, and Jiang Wanyin cracked a real smile at that.

Zu Xia flounced in then, stopping short as she did a double-take between Wei Ying's unmasked face and the Jiangs.

"Don't look!" She exclaimed, running in front of Wei Ying, nobly covering his face.

"Xiao-Xia," Zu Lanzi sighed with fond exasperation. "It's okay, he's allowed them to see his face."

Zu Xia seemed to deflate with relief. "Oh, good. I was worried for a moment."

"This is my youngest daughter," Zu Lanzi explained to the Jiangs. "Zu Xia."

"Hello!" Zu Xia greeted them enthusiastically. "Who are you?"

"These are my marital siblings A-Xia," Wei Ying explained. "Jiang Wanyin and Jiang Yanli."

"It's an honor to meet you," Zu Xia bowed again before bounding out of the room, presumably to find Mo Xuanyu and Xue Yang or her sister.

"Let's go find our children then, shall we?" Wei Ying turned to Wangji with a mischievous smile as Wangji helped him to his feet.

Jiang Wanyin raised an eyebrow at that. "Our?"

"Lan Zhan adopted them when we got married," Wei Ying explained innocently, wincing as he stood.

"Wei Ying, you should rest," Wen Qing interjected, frowning at Wei Ying's wound.

"I will," Wei Ying promised. "Just let me introduce them to people for a bit? Please, Qing-Jie?"

Wen Qing blew out a dramatic breath. "Fine. You get half an hour."

"You're the best, Qing-Jie!" Wei Ying cheered, already halfway out the door with Wangji, his human crutch.

"Boys!" He called when they were all out of the Jingshi. "Come here, there are some people I want you to meet!"

Mo Xuanyu and Xue Yang appeared out of nowhere at Wei Ying's summons, looking curiously at the Jiangs.

"These are my martial siblings, Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng!" He introduced them excitedly.

"It's very nice to meet you, ayi*, shushu*," Mo Xuanyu and Xue Yang greeted them, falling into quiet conversation as Wei Ying looked for his smaller children.

"A-Yuan! A-Xiao! A-Qing!" He shouted, glancing around for the toddlers.

Wen Ning ran towards them, chasing down three overexcited toddlers making a beeline for Wei Ying.

"Baba!" A-Qing exclaimed, latching onto Wei Ying's leg, followed closely by her brothers.

"Qing-Gugu said that you were missing," A-Xiao stated, looking up at Wei Ying with big, sad eyes.

Wei Ying looked guilty as he apologized and assured them that he was fine.

"Promise not again," A-Yuan demanded, looking at both Wei Ying and Wangji.

"We promise baobei," Wei Ying swore, picking him up, as Wangji complied with A-Xiao's grabby hands and carried him as well.

"These are my martial siblings, your Shigu and Shishu." Wei Ying explained, gesturing to Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin.

"A-Xian," Jiang Yanli said gently. "I know A-Niang was always insistent on formality with us, but we grew up together. If you wanted to refer to us as siblings, it would be okay."

Wei Ying's eyes welled with tears at that, and he passed A-Yuan to Wangji, who was now carrying two toddlers, so he could hug his sister.

"So, not Shigu and Shishu?" A-Qing asked.

"No, these are your Yanli-Gugu and Cheng-Shushu," Wei Ying corrected, taking A-Yuan back.

"Hi," A-Xiao waved from Wangji's arm.

"They're so adorable!" Jiang Yanli exclaimed. "Who's who?"

"This is A-Xiao," Wangji told her. "Wei Ying is holding A-Yuan, and A-Qing is the one hiding in my robes."

A-Qing looked up at the Jiangs suspiciously, clutching Wangji's robes. Very carefully, she walked over to Jiang Wanyin, staring him down with narrowed eyes.

Jiang Wanyin looked hilariously out of his depth, and incredibly intimidated by a four-year-old.

A-Qing apparently seemed to find him Uncle Material and raised her arms imperiously.

"What do I do?" Jiang Wanyin asked Wei Ying quietly, looking panicked.

"She wants up," Wei Ying whispered back, looking as though he might burst into laughter any moment. A-Yuan had been passed to his aunt and was watching Jiang Wanyin and A-Qing, not making any effort to hide his giggles.

"Cheng-Shushu," A-Qing frowned at him, stomping her foot. "UP."

"Jiang Wanyin picked her up clumsily, wide-eyed.

"She called me Cheng-Shushu," He murmured, seemingly shell-shocked by this.

"Well, yes," Wei Ying replied, raising an amused eyebrow. "You are their Cheng-Shushu."

"I'm an uncle," Jiang Wanyin said softly, adjusting his grip on A-Qing so she was more secure.

Wei Ying opened his mouth to respond when an unfamiliar woman walked up to them.

"Liu-Jie!" Wei Ying exclaimed, rushing to embrace her. "How have you been doing?"

Ah, so this was Liu Vian, Zu Lanzi's wife.

"It's good to see you as well, Wei-Didi. Is this Lan Wangji? I'd heard you got married." Liu Vian nodded her head towards Wangj as she talked.

"Mn," Wangji confirmed. "It's an honor to meet you, Liu-Guniang."

"Oh, please, call me Liu-Jie," Liu Vian smiled warmly at him, and Wangji was reminded of monthly visits to a secluded house where musical laughter and abundant smiles awaited him.

He nodded in response, doing his best to blink back tears without seeming like he was doing so.

"Oh, right, I came here to tell you that Meng Yao wants to hold a meeting about the attempted assassination now, so go to the medical tent," Liu Vian told them. "Also, Wen Qing told me to tell you that your half hour is up and to get your, uh, yourself back to the medical tent."

They started walking towards the medical tent, Jiang Wanyin and Jiang Yanli fawning over the toddlers

Wangji helped Wei Ying into the bed as they got to the medical tent, despite Wei Ying's adamant protests that he could stand just fine (he had been using Wangji like a human crutch for the past hour he's been up)

"Alright," Meng Yao started, putting his hands on the table (where had he gotten a table??? Wangji thought idly). "Tell me again, both of you, exactly what happened."

"I was following the malevolent music, as the challenge dictated, and the one I was chasing seemed to be further into the forest than the others were, but I didn't think much of it. It must have been some lure music, as I couldn't think of anything other than following the music. It led me to a cloaked figure playing the guqin. I snapped out of it then, and another cloaked person attacked me with a knife while the guqin-player shot bolts of spiritual energy at me. It was well planned; I didn't have any access to unhappy corpses I could use to protect myself, but I eventually shattered the knife and pushed back the guqin player. That was when I got stabbed, though, and Lan Zhan showed up just in time to save me!" Wei Ying told them, smiling up at Wangji, who felt his heart melt even more than it already had been.

"I arrived just as a cloaked figure stabbed Wei Ying," Wangji started his part of the story. "I injured him in response, and went to Wei Ying to ensure he was still alive. Unfortunately, the person took that as an opportunity to burn themself, so I found no incriminating evidence on them."

"Well, I think we all know who was most likely behind this." Meng Yao said grimly.

"Jin Guangshan?" Jiang Yanli guessed bitterly.

Meng Yao nodded. "Wei Ying was right; this was well planned. Luring him away from his peers, with no access to spiritual energy—though they couldn't have known that—and limited resentment in the area, due to the location being near the Cloud Recesses, as well as several people tasked with ensuring his death. It would've been perfect if the communication talisman hadn't been in play."

"Communication talisman?" Jiang Wanyin looked up from his conversation with his niece and nephews. "I don't think I've heard of that one."

"Wei Ying invented it," Wangji informed him, earning shocked looks from both the Jiangs.

"You invented it? A-Xian, that's amazing!" Jiang Yanli exclaimed.

"That and about a hundred others," Wen Qing remarked.

"Wow, that's impressive," Jiang Wanyin said, his eyebrows raised.

"Have I died?" Wei Ying looked freaked out by the compliment. "Since when do you give me unsalty compliments?"

"Since you faked your death and made me think back on all my insult-disguised compliments." Jiang Wanyin said seriously, frowning. "Also, since you apparently became a genius."

"How long have you been creating your own talismans?" Jiang Yanli asked.

"Since I was around thirteen!" Wei Ying told her enthusiastically. "The first dozen or so weren't very good, and it took me a while to properly learn how to make them well, but it paid off!"

"Why didn't you show us any of them?" Jiang Yanli frowned, though she didn't seem upset with Wei Ying.

"Well, if Madam Yu had known I was a talisman genius, she would've flayed me." Wei Ying (hopefully) joked. Jiang Wanyin laughed with him, but Jiang Yanli looked troubled.

"Back to the matter at hand," Meng Yao reminded them. "This is clearly my father throwing a fit about being dethroned."

"Oh, wait, Wangji, tell them about the yao," Wen Qing interjected.

"The yao?" Zu Lanzi had been quiet so far, but she spoke up here, seemingly confused.

"I went to the Cold Springs last night to clear my head. A yao followed me and attempted to kill me. Thankfully, Wei Ying had dragged himself out of bed to follow me and saved me," Wangji told them. "You think this could've been another assassination attempt?"

"I'm sure of it," Meng Yao said firmly. "How else could a yao break through the wards of Gusu? And the fact that it targeted you specifically? Huge telltale."

Liu Vian pursed her lips. "What do we do about these assassins, though? It's not like we have concrete proof they're Jin Guangshan's, and he obviously has an inside man that's been carrying out the hits; he's already a heavily guarded prisoner of the Nie."

"Could Jin Zixuan be behind it?" Wen Qing asked cautiously.

Both Meng Yao and Jiang Yanli shook their heads. "He barely tolerated his father while he was Jin-Zhongzhu," Yanli told them. "He would never help him kill someone."

"Ugh, I forgot you're still arranged to marry The Peacock," Wei Ying groaned.

"Be nice, A-Xian, he's gotten much more gentlemanly in the past few years," Jiang Yanli chided him. "He's actually quite kind and respectful to me now."

"Well, that's something at least," Wei Ying grumbled. Wangji wanted to pat his shoulder in solidarity, but didn't dare with Jiang Wanyin there. (He had many questions about their apparent brotherhood)

"Well, as this seems to be going nowhere and Wei Ying needs his rest, I'm going to ask you all to leave the medical tent so Wei Ying can sleep," Wen Qing told them, making shooing motions with her hands.

"Qing-Jiieeee," Wei Ying complained, though he eagerly snuggled under the blankets.

"You should sleep as well, you were up for most of last night," Wen Qing ordered Wangji, ushering him outside. "Wei Ying will still be here when you wake up, I promise."

Wangji frowned, but complied, collecting his children and taking them to the Jingshi for family nap bonding, as their nap time was soon.

He wanted to stay awake, but found that as soon as he lay down, his eyes felt heavy, his limbs uncooperative.

He sighed as he finally gave in to the sweet embrace of sleep.

*Ayi and Shushu are respectful ways to refer to a woman or man older than the speaker

Did I end a chapter with LWJ falling asleep again? Yes. I'm tired and I may have hallucinated the things on my desk levitating for a moment, let me have this lol.

Sorry, this took longer, I didn't want to separate this chapter into two, and I wanted to finally have the assasination meeting, so you get an extra long chapter posted at one am! (Let's be honest, most of these are posted late at night for me. I think the one time I posted it at a reasonable hour was Chapter Four (?), which I posted around four pm.) Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this!!! Have an amazing day!!!

[thatfeyboy]

I need to know why it makes people so unreasonably upset to suggest that some dysphoric trans people probably should be considered intersex. Do you just. Hate trans people? Or is it because anything that makes trans physical isn't allowed?

It has been stated many many times that not all trans people have dysphoria, and not all trans people that do experience the same dysphoria. It has been harped on that gender is social and about presentation and isn't binary. Fine. But somehow when I or people like me talk about having physical and immutable dysphoria that doesn't stem from social means it's not ok. When I bring up that yes, some parts of the brain control your hormones and gonads, and yes, some parts recognize what you are and should look like, im treated like a fucking gender critical.

Why is it wrong to say that parts of the brain do in fact qualify as sex related because that's what they are for? If they dont physically square with the binary(naturally, not through intervention) then that person is not binary/intersex in their physical disposition by definition. It's not exactly a hard concept to grasp.

And because I have to, no, most aspects of the brain are not related to our bimodal sex system. There can in fact be gender/sex nuance in certain parts of the brain without claiming male and female type brains exist as a whole. Fear of some shitty crack pot idea should not prevent people from understanding scientific inquiry and research.

Being intersex does not make the trans experience more or less valid/real. But I'm tired of pretending I'm a man for reasons that absolutely don't apply to me. Nothing about my being trans has anything to do with how I want to socially be, aside as an extension of others viewing my body as I wish it to be. If there is really room in the community for all of us, then my saying that some of our experience is different shouldn't be a problem.

EDIT: Thank you for some of your responses. I would like to amend my statement slightly. When I mentioned intersex I was more trying to imply, as I lacked a better word, that it is clear some if not most trans people that experience dysphoria have a physical developmental reason for that, likely epigenetic, genetic, and pre natal conditions. This type of sense is in most people, including cis people, hence why you cannot train someone to be a gender they aren't(no desistance of gender identity in both cis and trans people regardless of treatment). If intersex is to be interpreted as things exclusively affecting external or internal primary sex traits(as to be read, physically involved in the act of procreation) that are only ever natal, then I am ok in accepting intersex is not the best fit(except for that PCOS study but not super relevant rn).

That being said, I do still believe it is a part of sex and sex/gender development and that it is a physical condition(most anatomy based dysphoria). I don't see why it being a part of sex and sex development is a problem, when it has no other answer that satisfies our actual understanding of the condition and those peoples experience. Anything based on socialization has been disproven time and time again, so when are we going to stop acting like this

[teacorgi]

( below text includes some repeated info from above )

without including too much detail, we are having to quickly pack and move out of our home within the next month. we are looking for somewhere else to live rn !

with the huge amount of physical and emotional labor involved in moving so quickly, i will not be able to take on any larger commissions until we are somewhere safe and things are settled- likely july.

and because of this, i am going to share my kofi here in case anyone has bones to throw my way to help make up for my lost productivity.

i am more than happy to do a little thank you sketch of an animal or character from an ip im aware of ( pokemon...ovw... splatoon..otomes... ect ) for any amnt!! just leave a note so i know ! it may take a few weeks for me to get em to you but i will do my best !

if you'd like a sketch of an oc, please use the freestyle sketch commission option !

these last few days have been extremely upsetting and i cannot wait for normalcy to return OTL

( edited 5/1 to include an image )

[shadowuserannie]

playing a notes game for motivation. to write my Nezha older brother to MK AU for Chinese/Lunar New Year. :D

Context; I celebrate Chinese/Lunar New Year. I want to write/kick crying out into the world my Nezha older brother to MK AU on AO3 for the occasion, which is as said. It's an AU in which Tang and Pigsy pray to the protector deity of children, after finding a random child left on the doorstep. Nezha hears the prayer and, throughout the years, finds he cannot leave MK alone and accidentally becomes something of an older brother figure.

This was previously named Accidental Brother-Sorry Babysitter-Acquisition, which when I came to my senses has now been deleted and changed to...idk actually but I can have fun with it--

anyway go check out the teasers still under that name on here. Just search #accidental brother sorry babysitter acquisition au on my blog ig?

Edit; for teaser one and teaser two

Hey so how are you doing? mentally and physically? Is there anything affecting you rn? And if you don't want to say publicly, my DMs/anon asks are open if you want to vent.

what's the weather? It's raining constantly for me here, thanks to monsoon season.

(limit to 5 notes per user)

10 notes; prologue/chapter one (Nezha first meets MK)

20 notes; chapter two (Nezha helps MK home when he gets lost)

30 notes; chapter 3 (Nezha beats up a full child trafficking ring)

40 notes; chapter 4 (Nezha starts actually babysitting and Pigsy begins the process of mental adoption)

60 notes; chapter 5 (MK starting school and the trials and tribulations and Tang signing Nezha up for a rollerskating competition.)

80 notes; chapter 6 (Wukong bugs Nezha into letting him meet the kid that he's gotten newly attached to, Nezha meets Mei and gains the heart attacks that come with it)

100 notes; chapter 7 (MK's crisis, realization he's trans, further troubles and Nezha kicking more ass as a result.)

120 notes; chapter 8 (MK and Mei and romance, and Nezha trying not to murder mandatory heterosexuality-obsessed idiots.)

140 notes; chapter 9 (MK graduates, Nezha gets guilt tripped by Red Son)

160 notes; chapter 10 (Nezha dodges canon like it's a speeding bullet, Lunar New Year slash Spider Queen slash Wukong finally doing the smart thing and telling at least one person, aka Nezha, about LBD's return.)

180 notes; chapter 11 (Nezha gets chewed out by Wukong for taking the full brunt of a self-destruct seal he made for the Samadhi Fire map himself, the reveal of godhood proper to Nezha's found family)

200 notes; chapter 12 (intermediary before diving into season 4.)

I'm not ending at season 4 beginning/end. There's more after that, I'm just physically incapable of that much cramming.

....now--

@cer-rata @crippling-pages @ohmygoly @kotlcpuppetshow @thelasttaleofthepari @telugu-girl-13 @solangelo-taylors-version @fantasygeek-134 @theaspengrove @sabrine-bree-the-bravery @emmlivia @floofeeeeee

[instant-bull]

Hashirama thoughts I dumped on a Discord server recently. I'm not editing too much in them, sorry if any of this is chaotic. Hope you enjoy some exhausted rambling

Tonight I'm thinking about God Hashirama from the angle of "how fucked up his situation is".

Like, if he's some sort of a god, then imo the most compelling option would a Jesus sort of situation, rather than physical descendance from a god. He's born of humans but for some reason he's chosen, he possesses the mokuton, and I love how this can be linked to him being some sort of god of nature: not only trees, maybe, but plants, maybe even expanding into fungi (but that's discussion for another day because if I speak one more word on antropocene we will be here all night).

So, Hashirama, as a god of nature, rather a manifestation of nature than a power that controls it: he's not The God, but he is a god, for sure. Are there any gods? Maybe, but I think they are a completely different thing than Hashirama, and he doesn't concern himself with them.

So, the fucked up situation angle: he's a mortal god, born and trapped in a mortal body, surrounded by humans who see him as a human: a really skilled and powerful one, but a human nonetheless. Does he even realize he's a god? I think he does, to an extent, I think trees tell him a lot of different things and he listens to them dilligently. It'd an ancient forest, and compared to them he's young and small, but he's the link that connects humans and plants, and the one who's meant to keep them at a balance.

So, he realizes he's a god, but he never gets a god complex or anything like that: I think he's selfless enough, self aware enough to understand he can't be going around calling himself a god, lest he attracts unwanted kind of attention. He wants to plant seeds of peace (pun intended) so that when he's inevitably gone, his dream can go on without him. If he were to divide and conquer and set himself an emperor or something, it would all come crumbling down once he's gone. Nobody would be able to fill in his shoes. Nobody else is a god after all.

So, instead he chooses the difficult and slow-burning way of compassion and kindness, he puts on a brave and jovial face towards the world that hates him and builds himself a little nest in between of the whole chaos he cannot control. He demeans himself and works like a human, so that humans can pick up the pieces once he's gone. In the end, he's a god with no worshippers, with no faith on his side, and that's what makes him, in my opinion, very clingy and sensitive to rejection. He needs all the praise, all the support, all the worship he can get, it is only in his nature to crave that.

Also, his status, even if it's only in his head, is what gives him all that outgoingness and happy-go-lucky attitude. He doesn't see humans as equal to him, since they are so much weaker and unable to see and comprehend things he does: at best he observes them like how we observe puppies. He loves humans, he cares for them so much, but he struggles to truly connect with them. Perhaps he perceives and processes emotions differently, he's not fully human, he's kind of removed: that's why he doesn't treat things very seriously, unless they are concerning Very Big Ideas: his dream, his people... death, that one for sure. That's why he weeps real tears when his younger brothers die, but doesn't show a slightest bit of concern that he introduced his little granddaughter to gambling and took part in her being an addict: it's really not that deep, in his mind. It's a quirk, if anything, it's silly!

Tbh the say Hashirama views humans and his closest people is such a rabbit hole on its own... But last though rn is that I think he shows some psychopathic tendencies (this is hard to research bc most papers on psychopathy treat it like it's an Evil Person Disease: I mean mostly his thrill-seeking, low empathy (but great compassion), disregard for norms and rules and aforementioned detachment (in his case specific to his status)). Sorry if any of this is kind of disjointed

[wannabebardrambles]

caitlin live reacts - ch 25

oh and by reacts? i mean hyperventilates and starts CHEWING ON MY WALLS this is abt to get FERAL

The whiplash im getting from synnove and aelys talking

Not watching Aelys’ eyes LIGHT UP as she talks abt magic the envy but also the love? i wanna throw up

Aelys magic tutor for synnove?? This is everything ive ever wanted in my LIFE

HARLOT ICE

WE WERE SO CLOSE UGHHHHHH 

AELYS NEEDING SAND Hog MEAT??? INSANE

NOOOOOOOOO. THIS IS DIABOLICAL. THIS IS SO FUNNY. FML

Will is such a little bitch to Aelys I stg.

Katari and Aelys right now are all ive ever needed in this fucking world. Theyre just. The girlies. Theyre best friends. THE GIRLIES. THEYRE BEST FRIENDS

“I dont need to know details…I would like to look at you normally. I would not like any of my ideals of people to be skewed.’

‘I don’t think either of us do well with subtley. Bluntness...l’

‘INTERCOURSE’

‘OKAYYYY maybe I went too far with with bluntness

‘Volatile intimacy’

‘No it is not him nor is it you it is both of you’

THE NOISES IM MAKING RN ARE NOT HUMAN 

‘You are drawn to each other and pushed away at the same time’ ‘there are pieces of 

‘Nothings ever meant anything for me’

DOES JB MEAN SMTH TO U AS A PERSON NOW

‘YES’

‘BC YOU AFFECT JB I HAVE SEEN IT’

‘I KNOW. OR I DON’T KNOW’

‘You did not dismiss my suggestion out of hand…’ ‘bc that would be transactional’ ‘thats now what I saw earlier’

what if i chewed through my bedframe actually

Um wth does speaking and teaching mean to Katari im so confused…..girl ur in LOVE u want to have SEX

‘Attempting to mitigate my understandings of my emotions through violence…'

Trying to solve this problem through speaking and teaching instead of violence??? And it’s WORKING??? KATARI IS IT???

‘IM SURE THE TWO OF YOU WOULD HAVE ,MANY THINGS TO TEACH EACH TOEHR????’

LIKE!?!???? WHAT??Q??Q??

She ASKED??? Abt JB picking her up and sleeping beside her??? IM GOING TO DIE. IS THIS FANFIC. HAVE I DIED IS THIS HEAVEN

‘It seemed to an outside observer that he required some measure of physical contact… and that is a biological indicator, usually’

IM DYING. BIOLOGICAL. I CAN'T EVEN SAY IT

IVE ACTUALLY DIED AND THIS IS THE AFTERLIFE I JUST DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE

ACTUAL AUTISTIC KATARI ‘you seem to know a lot about this subject’ ‘I have had to study it because I do not understand it’ HELP my LOVE I CANNOT

‘You liike romance novels’

‘THERE ARE THINGS THAT HAVE TO HAPPEN….

THERE’S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIKE ROMANCE. AND STORYTELLING.’

I NEED THIS FOR SO MANY MORE HOURS

ghasdfgheruheidjvsiaefhbvkslieofhvbgdeiowadjsfhAJKHSDJSKHFGDSKHSKAHDSKHDF

OK but valor is not the only person who sees the field and the sky when Damien is forging so she’s not psychic its him

Lmfaooo damien realising how insane this group is is sooooo fr

EDIT: ty ty ty to the lovely @doriansunstorm for point out that this was 25 not 24 bc notes are a BLUR

[strayingawayy]

GET TO KNOW ME !

thank you sweethearts for the tag! @www-hanverse @knowbites @catiuskaa

WHAT’S THE ORIGIN OF YOUR BLOG TITLE?

it was the name of my old blog as well so jfkskddj i honestly don't remember how i came up w/ it originally. probably just bc it was a stray kids blog and my creative juices were just. thriving. (this is sarcastic. i am having to say it because one cannot comprehend sarcasm through text)

FAVOURITE FANDOMS?

i have been in so many but ive probably been in naruto, cowboy bebop and hozier's for 5-10 years and have very little complaints from my end so yes

OTP(s)

i did not know what this was for a minute. but in the context of stray kids, minsung. and in the context of stayblr, me and my hoe @hyunebunx

FAVOURITE COLOUR?

fuck idk man. im happy with browns and greens and blues and everything on the earth

FAVOURITE GAME?

OHOHOHOHHHO NOW THAT IS GONNA SEND ME DOWN A RABBIT HOLE. hmm. hades (both parts) , child of light (a childhood favourite ok), psychonauts, bioshock, gris, trine and so many other games i don't wanna get started bc i'll just sound like a nerd but shout out to hay day, and poh which kept me, my sister and grandmother so fucking entertained. also does anybody remember those windows games like purble place and stuff...oh and baby hazel bro. wtf. also i fucking love chess and scrabble and monopoly

SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD?

so so many but pink pony club and silver springs is really in there rn.

WEIRDEST HABIT/TRAIT?

i can't really think of the specific ones right now but i have a weird habit of having a scent on the basis of every outing. like if we're going out partying then probably a nice cologne but if we're going to a cafe, maybe something vanilla, if we're going to buy plants, probably a woody floral scent. im not rich enough for the big sized scents lol, just small ones. also super into planners and stuff. i even plan breakdowns.

HOBBIES?

yes. (cooking, baking, reading and editing, dancing, theatre, singing, playing bass, debating, writing, riding [like scooters and bikes and stuff pls], calligraphy, improvisation and freestyle dancing, trekking, candle collecting, performing in general, i think I missed something here-)

IF YOU WORK, WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION?

i do a lot of editing stuff here and there, performing at gigs and theatre productions, so there's that. nothing major at the moment though.

IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WISH, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

ah. fuck. i really wanted to be a professor in music history or something and teach during the day and run a little cafe w/ my lover once i return till the night. have it open as like a night time situation too where students can study people can chill, confess, have quizzes for sheer whimsy, just exist in general at all hours.

SOMETHING YOU’RE GOOD AT?

im not particularly good at anything. i just do a lot of things and am average at them and above average at a selected few.

SOMETHING YOU’RE BAD AT?

lately, everything im supposed to be good at.

SOMETHING YOU LOVE?

not many things. my mother, some of my friends , spring and autumn, childhood homes and memories, my two older brothers, when the sun falls in certain ways, music and movement. i think love is a strong word which im not fond of using so easily.

SOMETHING YOU COULD TALK ABOUT FOR HOURS OFF THE CUFF?

anything and everything, if the chai lasts long enough. but movies, history, basslines, saxophone solos, jim morrison, my mother , in particular.

SOMETHING YOU HATE?

not much. it's a bit of a drag to hate things.

SOMETHING YOU COLLECT?

candles, rings, nail polish, earrings, random small boxes, pebbles, diaries, mangas (they're too expensive for me now though HFJSJD)

SOMETHING YOU FORGET?

because of these fucking medicines , EVERYTHING as of late.

WHAT’S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE?

acts of service and quality time. physical touch is very limited and really depends on the amount of alcohol in my stomach, or how good the music is around us.

FAVOURITE MOVIE/SHOW?

can't pick but off the top of my head, cowboy bebop, nacho libre, all ghibli movies, the godfather series, how to make millions before grandma dies, schitts creek, derry girls, aavesham and more south asian/ asian movies and a couple animes and of course, naruto.

FAVOURITE FOOD?

im not very picky but thukpa, pasta and any good vegetables and daal. and lots of chai and coffee and tiramisu.

FAVOURITE ANIMALS?

doggies :)))))

ARE YOU MUSICAL?

it's a potential career and im finishing a diploma in classical music so yeah....i hope so....

WHAT WERE YOU LIKE AS A CHILD?

just a little dude who thought planting leaves would grow trees and kept running after his big brothers. very giggly and family entertainment (we really didn't need a tv. no, seriously. we didnt have a tv)

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

history. music.

LEAST FAVOURITE SUBJECT?

anything science and computer related (even tho i was good at the latter)

WHAT’S YOUR BEST CHARACTER TRAIT?

none. im just sarcastic and listen when people wanna talk

WHAT’S YOUR WORST CHARACTER TRAIT?

i can be a prick if i want to be. also biting off more than i can chew

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANY DETAIL OF YOUR DAY RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

i wish i was sleeping rn.

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL IN TIME, WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET?

just kinda rest my head on my grandmother's lap and let her sing to me a while longer.

FIC RECS?

anything under the tag #fic recs from sho 💫

tagging sweethearts: @hyunebunx @jeonginsleftcheek @jisunggy @bbokicidal @imfoive @hwajin @moon-ttokki-x @centralization0 @zenlackszen @ashracha

[angelicchris]

bits & pieces | m.s.

“you’re doing it again,” you reminded matt, pulling his hand away from his mouth.

not even fifteen minutes into the movie you two were watching, matt had begun absentmindedly biting his fingernails, his eyes still trained on the screen in front of him.

slightly embarrassed, matt pulled his hand away from his lips, folding his arms over each other on his chest to refrain from his bad habit.

within ten minutes, matt got back to chowing on his fingernails. you sighed, reaching up for his hand, pulling it away from his treacherously awaiting teeth.

matt shifted himself from his seated position, placing his hands under his lap to keep his hands contained.

you looked at his awkward position as he continued to watch the movie, the sight making your heart ache slightly for how uncomfortable he looked.

“hold on,” you said, standing up from your spot. matt watched you curiously, before you left his line-of-sight.

within a few minutes, you returned, a bowl of popcorn in your hands.

you placed the bowl in front of the two of you, silently offering matt a substitute to gnaw on rather than his already bitten-down nails.

matt reached for the popcorn gratefully, popping a few kernels into his mouth.

“thank you,” he said, tearing his eyes away from the movie to look at you.

you smiled, leaning into his side to get more comfortable—his arm wrapping around your shoulders now that he could occupy himself with something new.

© angelicchris

notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚

niall nail horan

guys i want french tips so bad, but i don’t have any tips left bc i physically cannot stop biting my nails 😒

edit: wtf it’s 4am, i just saw matt’s tiktok from five hours ago and i started writing this eight hours ago.. me and matt lowk twinning rn

ma petite taglist - @courta13 @slutformeganfox @sfoiasturn @chrxsprettygirl

[subject-r3735]

Uhhhhh hi‼️

Sorry I never posted anything ORIGINAL to explain who I am, felt it should be important because I’m just gonna upload stuff about Postal and my OCs rn. I dunno how to do this BTW so I’m winging it 🫡

———WHO AM I??———

Name: R3/3/Reyes (I prefer R3 or 3 but I feel like that can be a lot (yes my username is based on my OC Adam Reyes))

Age: 19 :P

Fav Colour: red and black

Interests: drawing, editing (transition edits), writing stories about my little guys :), computer science (i study it at college), video games

Likes: Postal series !!!, Crash Bandicoot, RDR (I don’t like interacting with the fandom much, I just like the game), MLP Gen 4, roblox, minecraft, all stupid lolcow drama (ily pyrocynical), music (rap and metal are my main genres), the sims (2/4), monster energy

Dislikes: obviously stupid takes (rage bait and shit), postal 3(i genuinely could rant about this btw, I own all the postal games. It’s the worst one- but the dude is so bbygirl), WORKING, being sick, ummm some other stuff I can’t remember, reading (the words muddle together - I DONT PROOF READ BECAUSE I PHYSICALLY CANT <3)

———MY CHARACTERS———

Adam Reyes

- Adam Reyes is my main pookie, I always come back to him and he is the inspiration for my username (it came from a story of Adam being an experiment in a cage with multiple other people. Last names were redundant, so I turned his name into a code to be used by the scientists = R3735). His story changes frequently and he’s mostly a placeholder for anything I need him to be, but his upbringing is always the same: a boy raised by a single mother who was brought over to America by a man she thought would be ‘the one’. They married young and had Adam, but Adams father became a deadbeat who wanted to erase his son’s Mexican roots and make him fully American. His mother didn’t like that and ended up taking him out of the situation and raising him alone. Things were tough, but they survived.

Josh Hammond

Joshua Ryan Hammond is the man who is always there for Adam. They’re soulmates in every universe and can’t escape each other. They always save each other and give each other a reason to live. Josh is a lifeline for Adam in times of hardship and they always keep each other close. The first time i introduced these characters together was when Adam was working in Detroit Michigan as a detective and Josh was a cop. They hit it off instantly and stayed close since the day they met.

I cannot be asked it’s 12am and I’m sick! I’ll finish this l8r

[okay-but-could-we-not]

20 questions: Writing Edition

tagged by @megatraven (thank you my friend! <3)

How many works do you have on AO3?

35 revealed rn!

What's your total AO3 word count?

185,267

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Saints Into The Sea (ghostsoap)

You Break Me Down, You Build Me Up (sidlink)

sugar, sugar (kuroken)

Blood Like Honey (verdan)

lightning in a bottle (sidlink)

What fandoms do you write for?

oh boy. um. well, things I have written for myself/want to continue writing: Teen Wolf, BNHA, Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty, House of the Dragon, Devil May Cry, and Resident Evil.

but! I've written RWBY, Breath of the Wild, Marvel, Pokemon, Haikyuu, The Witcher, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, and Trigun Stampede as gifts in the past.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! always! sometimes it takes me a few months but I always respond. I'm so happy to get them I want people to know I appreciate them.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think I gotta give it to put me in my place (wintersfield).

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

god, idk, most of them are pretty happy. maybe Something in My Soul (BKDK)?

Do you get hate on fics?

I do not, thankfully! it would be funny to but I'm glad I don't have to deal with that shit.

Do you write smut?

a lot, yes lol. I think about half of what I've published is smut.

Do you write crossovers?

not yet but I will when I get into a few OC projects! they won't be big because I don't care enough to explain how the crossover happens but it will be there.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I'm aware of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

also not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but I collabed with someone to make art of my fic!

What's your all-time favourite ship?

on my hands and knees. bakudeku world domimation. they're literally tattooed on me you cannot fathom how much they mean to me.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh, there are a few. none officially posted but I have some longer OC fics I'll probably never finish.

What are your writing strengths?

hmmm... idk I think I'm generally good at describing things? both physical things and feelings.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I want to say everything but I think that's just me being mean to myself. I struggle to end things, I guess. or just generally finish them. I feel like I'm not great at smut or other intimacy but I've been told I am actually so idk if I would count that.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I don't speak anything but english and I'm too afraid of mistranslating something so I cheat and do italics or just say someone is talking in a different language.

First fandom you wrote for?

that I published, RWBY. that I didn't, Metal Fight Beyblade.

Favourite fic you've ever written?

ooh... um... damn. recency bias maybe but New Moon, Rising Sun (disaac). but also maybe Give and Take (ghostsoap) or milk and honey (nerodan).

npt: @honestlydarkprincess @thiamsxbitch @fruchtfliege @ashyjingles @thiamsalpha @hemlocksandfoxgloves @ksbbb @haven-of-dusk @el-viruss @drsteggy

and anyone else ofc

[the1younevernoticed]

Keeping up momentum.

I am editing some things down. I will be sharing non-political facts and personal concerns as they relate to me on a personal level through my job. My opinions and beliefs do not represent the VA, the government, or any political party. These posts are to encourage transparency for all.

I’ll continue to show the exact emails we have been getting in federal service (VA social worker)

The next email to come through:

MESSAGE FROM THE ACTING SECRETARY

To increase the efficiency and accountability of our workforce, I intend to ensure the Department of Veterans Affairs is in full compliance with President Trump’s January 20, 2025, memorandum, Return to In-Person Work, which states:

Heads of all departments and agencies in the executive branch of Government shall, as soon as practicable, take all necessary steps to terminate remote work arrangements and require employees to return to work in-person at their respective duty stations on a full-time basis, provided that the department and agency heads shall make exemptions they deem necessary.

This memorandum shall be implemented consistent with applicable law.

To take these steps, I will provide more detailed guidance for managers and supervisors in the coming days, including on exemptions.

I appreciate your support in this effort and your continuing focus on service to Veterans, their families, caregivers, and survivors.

Todd B. Hunter

Acting

This one may take some background to explain why those in my department and team reacted so negatively to it.

For those that have been watching and reading the news, it’s not a surprise that a mandate to go full time in office is would come through. Elon and those in the DOGE said they would.

I cannot speak personally to the narrative of other sections of the federal workforce. I haven’t worked in those. We have heard, just like they mention in the news, that other systems have empty buildings sitting around with everyone working fully remote. That is not the case for the VA.

I am hybrid remote. My agreement is “AD HOC”, or “as needed” for remote work. My whole team is. My job requires me to work directly in the primary care clinics at the VA for various psychosocial problems veterans could be facing. I work directly with the primary care providers and RNs. And a chronic issue has always been space.

In my position I do not have the recommended space to do my position. We do not have enough desks for our staff to be on site and we do not have the “consult” rooms (where we can meet veterans for walk ins) for our service either. Other discipline, such as nutritionists, mental health providers, pharmacists, and others, are all taking turns for the limited rooms and space we are allowed to take. I often see my veterans in rooms I beg for from RNs and PCPs, even though veterans are uncomfortable meeting me in an exam room, I try to make it work.

Working remotely is the only way we get our work done. I can make calls one after the other in my home office in ways that don’t put HIPAA and privacy at risk, and I don’t have to worry about taking turns with several other workers (for calls that can last 30+ minutes at times).

Forcing us back into the office would do exactly what Elon and his colleagues predicted: we would quit. It is not because we are not adaptable and “hate to be inconvenienced”. It’s because we physically couldn’t do our jobs effectively.

Our team is already doing more than double the work (more like x4 for some) recommended in our handbook. We are fighting to make sure that any and all requests for our veterans can be done within a 7 day timeline. But this would be the straw for many of us.

The solution for us to be in office full time would be to give us the space to do so. But this is not feasible. Getting new spaces approved takes (literal) years. I wish I was joking. And we also do not have the budget for it, as we have been told time and time again.

My discipline is important, but any additional space to see patients in person would HAVE to go to RNs and PCPs and specialties. I want it to.

Remote work is not laziness. Studies show how productive people can be when in an environment without distractions of the office. I know I personally get much more work done when I’m home and able to set up my focus.

This mandate shook our whole service. Even as I write this, we still have not been mandated to return to office, as it’s logistically not possible. We receive daily updates telling us that “more news will be coming soon”.

I hope it’s good news

Disclaimer: this post is for educational purposes and is in no way supporting any particular political party and is not meant to incite any political activity

[monosanimegenericzone]

Hunter x Hunter au: im taking a creative liberty and dubbing this genre hxhero. laugh. please.

HAHAHAHAA

masterpost time.

hunter x hunter but put them in the mha/bnha universe

i only have the troupe because my brainrot is absolutely insane rn. i have the beginnings of a plot but i am sitting here like: THROW ALL OF 1A AND THE BNHA-IFIED HXH PROTAGONISTS AT THESE MOTHERFUCKERS. YOU COULD N O T.

i accidentally made them broken i apologize for nothing

warning long ass post ahead. i am tempted to put a 'keep reading' thing to make it more digestible but like. im insane.

suggestions are welcome just know i am so ill about this. i can and will explode.

[edit: i looked at how long this post is and im now putting a pagebreak. this is so damn long]

LORE: The Phantom Troupe are a criminal organization responsible with global terror, specifically high scale theft, assassination, political disruption, murder, etc. Wanted in every country and the highest value bounty for any hero that is able to take even one of them down.

They have claimed to be responsible for nearly every modern conflict but completely disappear once the smoke clears. They have exposed unlawful use of WMDs, abuses of destructive quirks and other 'lawful' organizations for what they are but they have never stated what their intentions were with these acts of violence.

Chrollo: Travelling Ink. A compound quirk built up of a generation of villains. A combination of moving ink and a quirk theft ability. Can steal quirks by compressing them into ink spelling the name of the quirk (therefore has to know or guess the name of the quirk) and then has to make skin to skin contact to steal it. It is stored on his body as a tattoo but can be transferred anywhere he chooses. However, storing powerful or destructive quirks takes a toll on his body so he began to store them in a book. Since it’s ink it can be transferred on anything that can hold it. The catch is that the quirk gets weaker the more times it’s moved outside of its original owner. He calls this loss of quality, "Generation Loss." All quirks when applied to living things are automatically activated; if the quirk is a manual trigger type then the user can choose to deactivate it, but otherwise it will default to being on. Can kill the people he steals from but usually prefers not to. Tattoos cannot overlap and the print will appear proportionate to the quirk's inherent strength. Therefore, his capacity isn't unlimited.

The cross on his forehead is a perpetual healing quirk that he triggers when he needs. Holds his book in a compartment quirk he constantly has active on his right bicep in the shape of a spider tattoo.

Quick Mend & Invisible Shelf respectively.

Also has: Order Stamp, Indoor Fish, Fun Fun Cloth, Lovely Ghostwriter, Teleportation, Sun and Moon, Convert Hands, Red Gain (weaker form of Scarlet Invocation)

yes he is fucking broken. but his personality prevents him from being afo. therefore. he is better.

Nobunaga - Swift Slash. If he is holding a blade his base stats increase dramatically. The blade can be sheathed or exposed, if he is armed he becomes stronger, faster, and arguably smarter. Chose a long katana as his weapon of choice and carries it around anywhere he goes Rin Okumura style. He isn’t any less squishy in terms of the human body but he simply transcends the human limits in terms of physical feats. 

Sphere of Eyes: A gifted quirk from Chrollo. Inked into his left bicep. Generates spheres that are basically a collection of his senses. A method of remote perception that instantly absorbs information and instantly transmits to his brain. In Nobunaga’s hands it allows him precise control over his own movements in a perfect 4m sphere which happens to be the maximum reach of his sword. It can go larger and he can also gather the sphere in a single place and leave it there. He can only have one sphere at a time, the original owner had several.

subject to change but honestly i think this works for him.

Feitan - Retribution. A brutally effective destructive type quirk that is nearly impossible to control. Enhanced by rage, if he was harmed in any way, he will summon a natural disaster of destructive category directly on top of him. He will be completely unaffected. To make it fair, I will say he comes from an elemental family and he only inherited one of his mother’s four elements while his other four siblings got the others. His element is fire and he can technically use this quirk at any time but without the compound emotions of pure anger the flames are relatively weak. Think Gabimaru but like. With bigger fire. 

Windstep: A gift from Chrollo, inked on his right ankle. Gains the swiftness of wind. When gifted it wasn’t nearly as strong as it was with the original owner but with tireless quirk training he worked it past its previous owner’s limits.

also subject to change. im less satisfied with these two but im workin on it-

Machi - Live Wire. Can summon thin wires of pure energy to any point on her body or extension of her body. Razor thin and when applied with correct force can cut through virtually anything. Each wire is primed with energy that depends on her willed output and can be controlled at will. High emotions can affect the energy in the wire or her intentions towards the person she’s using them on. Energy manifests as heat in anger and electricity when intending to do harm.

Tensile Strength: A gift from Chrollo that sits in a tattoo on her left calf. A support type quirk meant to strengthen textiles and other string-related abilities. Used in conjunction with her already powerful quirk, she can simply make the wire nearly unbreakable in short lengths.

Kalluto - Dancing Dolls. Manipulation type ability that revolves around origami dolls. Carries around sheets of paper in his obi and can fold them up into various different shapes. Manipulates the paper itself so even if the doll is cut the paper continues to live under their command and can even be commanded to recombine (not literally but as in the homing missile kind). The dolls and the paper making them are an extension of their body in terms of sight and sound. If eyes are folded into the paper doll initially, Kalluto will be able to see through its eyes as long as the eyes remain eyes. 

No gift from Chrollo yet because he still has yet to prove his worth and must still train to have his body maintain two quirks instead of the one. 

Phinks - Soul Strike. A brutal application of his strength to any part of his body he chooses. Usually chooses punches but it can be diffused over his entire body to increase speed or stamina but can only choose one at a time. Just a super punch, idk what you want from me. Its base strength is proportional to desire, aka how much he wants to bash his opponent’s face in. 

Looping Infinity. Gift from Chrollo, inked on his chest under his ribs. By repeating an action, the user gains strength in the following repeated actions. Can stack to infinity but the action must be uniform in relation to the user. Only applicable to external limbs. If a different action is taken between loops the cycle restarts. This includes breathing. 

Shalnark - Black Voice. Once he initiates a touch and the target hears something he says simultaneously, they are under his control. Can only control two at a time, but he usually only sticks to one. Can control himself, but he has to make sure to make the thing he says is feasible otherwise he will never be free of that command. Commands can be as long as he wants and only ends when he consciously decides to release them. Victims have no memory of being controlled. 

Second Body: A defense quirk gifted by Chrollo on his left leg. Creates a see through energy field in the vague shape of an animal of his choosing that grants him immeasurable strength, speed and power. Only able to be activated in reaction to a threat. The previous owner was so faint of heart that he would usually pass out and the beast would rampage until all threats were cleared. 

he also has little devil horns that vibrate when issuing commands uwu. its cute.

Franklin - Hand Guns. Can shoot bullets out of his fingertips. Shoots rounds of energy bullets that hit with the same force as machine guns. Shoots up to 100 rounds from each finger before he has to ‘reload’ can be pushed if he is desperate. 

Projectile Piercing: Gift from Chrollo tattooed on his right arm. Enhances any projectile the user throws to guarantee pierce a certain number of barriers on top of the normal damage the projectile would do.

very simple but effective u-u

Shizuku - Vacuum Wrist. She has a shapeshifting arm that turns into the muzzle of a vacuum, hose and all. It’s a very silly quirk but it has a powerful range of effects. Can suck up anything she can name, including things like heat. Her max capacity is directly proportional to how hungry she’s feeling when using it in a roughly 50:1 kg ratio. Takes some time to warm up in terms of suction power and at max speeds can rip a full grown tree off its roots. idk how much force that is but. its a lot.

Pocket Dimension: a quirk gifted to her by Chrollo that allows her to store a single item she picks up (in this case sucks up)

Pakunoda - Telepathy. Can hear thoughts of people around her and project her thoughts onto anyone she chooses. Limited by her own range of hearing and therefore has sensitive ears. Can easily be overwhelmed.

Focus: A quirk gifted to her by Chrollo that is kept in a tattoo on her upper back. A supporting type quirk that was originally a sidekick’s quirk used to concentrate a hero’s aoe attack to just a few focused points. Maximum six. Uses it to focus her ability on specific people rather than her entire aoe which is. Literally just anyone within auditory range of her loudest voice.

Bonolenov - Celestial Bodies. Generational quirk. Any whistling or percussive sound he makes creates massive spheres of pure force that go outwards from his feet. Absolutely nothing can stop them except for an equal or opposing force but the force is equal to the gravitational force of a planet of his choosing plus the speed of sound. Can use 9 in rapid succession with varying gravitational forces and a technical maximum radius of however far away someone hears the noise. If he truly lets go, the planets will expand as far as their diameter divided by 10,000. Requires a large degree of control and usually a showstopper move even with the first planet. 

Shapeshifter: A gift from Chrollo used to take the forms of others. Can only take the form of people he’s seen before and has made physical contact with. 

and yes. before i get yelled at. i did consider that in accordance to these rules, bonolenov can essentially flatten a 14km area in an instant. but, i also did consider that he is aware of this and has an incredible amount of control over his quirk.

i swear i thought this through.

Uvogin - Unrending Flesh. His skin and flesh are immune to all types of damage. He is essentially fireproof, bulletproof and acid-proof. This includes damage he does to himself. By pushing his muscles to their absolute limits and beyond, strikes or feats that would tear a muscle are now feasible. He isn’t damaged by his own punches either so his only limit is how much force he can put behind a punch. Has a super high limit but death by a thousand cuts is still very possible.

Mega Strike: A quirk gifted to him by Chrollo that sits imprinted on his back in the form of a spider. It was a minor strength quirk that made the user’s punches explode. By training this quirk to nearly its maximum potential and with zero drawbacks to himself, he can now strike with the power of a small ballistic missile.

Kortopi - Perfect copy. As the name implies, he makes copies of things he touches. It doesn’t cost anything and the copies are permanent unless he touches them again to make them disappear. It only requires the time it takes him to identify a subject as an object. Object cannot exceed a certain size but with training he has expanded that range to crazy volumes. Can now duplicate ten story skyscrapers.

Remote Tracker: A gift from Chrollo that stays printed on his face. Any objects created by the user are then able to be tracked. Originally this was for a craftsman type where the objects created were physical pieces of art or machinery. Used unconsciously to track the location of everything they made. Since Kortopi claims each copy as something he made, he can choose to know the location of any specific object.

for the sake of the plot their personalities are jacked up to 100 to make up for the absolutely broken abilities. any personality traits they had are now comically exaggerated.

does that mean chrollo is even more of a cold and calculated motherfucker? hell yeah.

[deadgrantaires]

[insanity moment] i cant keep working on my mjw fic bc i have to read/edit the chapter before i move on and i physically cannot read about non sclasses characters rn my brain wont fucking allow it i keep going like 2 paragraphs in and going god fuck this and giving up dfhjvbfhvhj

[sophaeros]

I think I'm hf in the exact same thing as you rn I just found your blog I am also obsessed with band rpf and Casablanca's/hammond jr do u have a kind of manifesto or anything I can read

dude did one of my irls send this or smth..i was literally Just talking about putting together a masterdoc and they were egging me on BSJFJWBS. i mean i'm kinda working on one but no promises bc im terrible w long term projects and also theyre very difficult to figure out

BUT i Will say (and i've seen other random people online agree w me) i think the general timeline is that during the seven years they lived together from 1998 to 2005 jules was down bad for albert but albert didn't realise his own feelings, so the most that might've happened is some fooling around physically. (this is mainly going off of this page from the meet me in the bathroom book where jules says "albert, you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, baby!" insane quote. i could talk a little more about their full quotes but that's another post)

sometime between 2005 and 2013 (possibly 2011 tbh, comedown machine is The gay situationship album but angles touches on it a lot too) they dated twice and broke up both times. im not sure who broke up w who but tentatively i would say the first breakup was more acrimonious while the second breakup might've been mutual.

it's difficult to say anything for sure because most of their songs have songwriting credits shared with other people, so looking at lyrics for clues has a pretty big margin of error since a line might've been written by someone else and not them, yknow? i mean rpf is never a "for sure" kind of deal i could be entirely wrong and that would be fine but. you get what i mean

also one way trigger is the lynchpin for me. i physically cannot imagine a platonic explanation for this poster that uses a screenshot from thelma and louise of all films. not to mention the lyrics like even my Mom raised an eyebrow at "get dressed in your bed while she's asleep." and also it's one of two strokes songs albert has ever played solo with the other being elephant song (at least according to setlistfm, im still trying to find a video of it) (edit 12/08/2034: setlistfm lied to me he did not play elephant song 💔💔💔💔) which was written, surprise surprise, by albert and julian in 1999.

i mean i guess the poster could be them fucking around and having a little laugh but come on what an insane ass joke to make man. i'm gonna make a post later about one way trigger being their specialest little song because it really is

soo like..theres still more i could talk about like one way trigger being written by the albert julian nick trio (which makes me laugh imagining nick mediating their lovers quarrel) [EDIT: ACTUALLY WAIT NO ok it's hard to find definitive information on who wrote what bc different databases have information of varying precision but the canadian site socan which is the most precise so far says only albert and jules wrote the lyrics for one way trigger i'd misremembered. albert julian nick trio Did do call it fate tho which is still kinda crazy !! also jules and albert being the only ones to do one way trigger makes me crazier jesus christ why is this depressing ass song Their Song !!!!] which is the same trio as games from angles. theres a lot i've been thinking about them nonstop for like, what, a month? give or take? my poor friends have to deal w me sending dozens of messages at a time much love and light to them if they read this muah

and thank you for the excuse to be insane on main anon 🥰

[ggren-mainz]

Umineko - question arcs playthrough -> ep 2 - 8

last part - All parts and episodes - next part

I can't wait to finish this chapter so I can force my gf and sister to watch the next play. Unfortunately i have yet to find english subtitles for the third one so :C

edit later: THE FIRST 3 PLAYS ARE FOR FREE ON YOUTUBE EVERYONE GO AND WATCH THEM THEY'RE CALLED STAGE OF THE GOLDEN WITCH.

me when my kid is too #autismpilled #based #deathtothehaters

Ok wait mention, but I assumed last episode that they have some sort of internal lines, unrelated to the outside ones since the phonecall from Maria/Beatrice worked, but apparently no. Another mystery added to the pile ig.

Wait i'm confused, is the bolded text here still the same as in the debate, or is it just to put more importance on these words. Well idk how much sense it would make as the first version but you know.

Personally i love how much more put together battler is in this episode. Way less screaming around way more thinking (around?)

Now they're talking about how they found three gold bars even though only one was confirmed to be found. So does this mean that Beatrice knows where the gold is? She's just testing them? Possible.

I have the feeling that this really isn't that important, and will prove to be more of a red herring than anything else. Might be very wrong tho.

woah she's not dead! so nice wohoo! anyways back to abusing my kid.

wow guys she was possesed by the evil spirit of the evil witch! Maria was right all along wow.

Ok so they discover Jessica's corpse, and now it's theory time. So they didn't find Kanon's obviously because he disappeared into thin air, but now let's assume magic doesn't exist and he couldn't have just disappeared into thin air. I guess my idea rn is could he be Beatrice? Well ok no, let's rewind. We know Beatrice is a person, and she does exist, but for the sake of my argument we'll assume beatrice the physical person and Beatrice the witch are different entities. If we go with the witch's don't exist theory then we have to put this thing down, because her teleporting wouldn't make sense. AGH i have fallen into the catch of trying to rationalize everything i see, when most of it is probably not true, wait sorry. Ok so I'll just write off the entire Kanon thing with the demons as not real. Mass halucination if you will. If that is the truth, then Kanon would have to be the killer, or Beatrice i guess. hm. For now Kanon as the killer really isn't that wrong of an assumption, but its too easy you know? they'll also come to that conclusion and if they say that in the second episode it's most def not right. So i digress and say something else. A version of Beatrice is kanon. And i will call these pink truths as in things i truly believe are true and will base my theories on them till proven wrong. Lemme write them all down actually.

Beatrice is not only one person, but perhaps more and sometimes even a concept. Her actual existence is debatable.

Witches exist but they aren't the ones who committed the crimes, and there is no magic in the events that take place on Rokkenjima.

We cannot take most of the events we see as truths. That doesn't necessarily make them lies just not true.

This is all i can think of for now, might update later.

NOT ANOTHER LOCKED ROOM!! NOOOOOOO

ok scratch all i said before, if even Rosa thought about it this means that Kanon is the most innocent man to have walked this island.

Sure gohda but can you swear it in red?...that's what I thought

I find it quite interesting that even thought Beatrice is present this time, she's just as important as last chapter. So basically not, just there as a concept. As a sort of scaping goat. It's just that people know she exists now, but is she more believable than a mysterious 19th person? I don't see it that way.

At first i was a bit frustrated with them, Rosa's assumption is not idiotic at all, and it would be the logical and best course of action in this situaittion, if you don't forget to also know that your assumption is purely that. An assumption. But after this did I really realize what this means. This isn't meant to belittle and show us how stupid Rosa is, this shows us the feelings of Jessica and Kanon. And what it means when people completely discard feelings and only use logic. Because in the end us humans aren't purely logical beings, we're filled with irrational feelings, that make us act certain ways. Her assumption isn't wrong, but it's soulless, and it's mostly an excuse, an easy way out. What this wants to prove to us is that this isn't as easy as it looks, you can't deny the feelings of a person because it would fit your narrative better. So while I don't know what to think about this, I won't get back on my words. I do think this Kanon, or at least Kanon in that scene was a sort of representative of Beatrice, but Beatrice isn't an evil witch, and she isn't the scapegoat to put all of our sins on. I guess that's what I got from this, might be completely wrong but eh.

mister know it all here got some guts. Don't act so coy now, i have heard the audios of you screaming crying and throwing up.

me after I act all cool and mysterious in class and say some very smart-sounding statement and then the teacher asks me to elaborate.

"so basically what if someone threw a boomerang which disintegrates when it touches someone and it also has extremely sharp edges and it landed right in Jessica's back? I'm just saying!"

Ig it is useful to have an omnipresent all-knowing person confirm or disconfirm your statements before saying them out loud and making a fool of yourself. But this is pretty damn clever, like I read the scene and i did NOT remember this.

I don't like the face you're making Beato.

5 minutes too much of talking about any mystery that's not a closed room. You bored the hoes, Battler.

ok that part isn't in red so the window is most definitely related to this. Ugh I'll have to think a bit more about this.

but pls Beatrice, reconsider for us feeble readers.

illustrated this amazing idea.

I mean yeah, but didn't she just say in red that no trick was used to lock the door? That a key had to be used? I mean wasn't that just shooting herself in her own foot? Sh basically said no magic as well.

"but Beatrice isn't an evil witch, and she isn't the scapegoat to put all of our sins on"

to quote myself from before. Wrong approach Battler. Worst approach even.

*insert that one meme with spongebob going "I FUCKING LOVE CLOSED ROOMS" *

Hm this is so weirdly worded. Although the witch said it herself and we technically 'saw' his death, the author of these notes definitely isn't that convinced. They can't believe it even though they want to do so. It's like they're confused. I wonder i wonder. This makes me think that there's more to Kanon's death then we're shown. He's definitely 'dead' because Beatrice said so, but I'm trying to think if perhaps she took some liberties with the word 'dead'. It's obvious that the corpse wasn't there, and this accent on the corpse... it doesn't sound like 'we found no corpse' but instead as in 'there is NO corpse'. And i don't buy the disappeared the corpse through magic bullshit. Could it be that 'Kanon is dead' could be referring to kanon as in the person or the furniture? So what she meant is either that the person Kanon is now dead and he's just furniture now (and doing god knows what) or that the servant Kanon is dead and is now going by his true name?

ex-Kanon: Kanon is dead

Jessica: That's a horrible way of announcing that you've transitioned and that Kanon is your dead name now.

next part

[intromortal]

Hiiii queen how are youu

Js wanted to ask for any updates on ibi???

i'm on antibiotics and they're kinda fucking me sideways rn so i hope you're doing better nonnie

editing it currently!! it ended up being over 20k words bc i physically cannot shut the fuck up, but it's coming out sunday if everything goes well