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congrats on your second yaoi tournament

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the worst thing about being a writer with limited vocabulary is that your day turns into a disaster when you can't find the certain word you're looking for (i can't figure out what the certain word or series-of-words is for the hand motion where you try to feel up the texture of something that you smeared on your hands)

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Wen Qing: Are you decent?

Wei Wuxian: As a person? No, but if you're asking if I have robes on then yeah

Wen Qing:

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write for your own self indulgence and give 0 fucks to whether people like it or not

write for audience who did wallow for your menace plot that only you could summon up

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girls when the media they're obsessed with is never going to be as good as they wish it could be

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!!!!!!!!!

A modern fairytail au ft. Mdzs

Idea from the blog @kachawo where the majority of wwx’s celestials are undead (former/forgotten constellations)

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lan wangji about wwx

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angy

angy

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THEY

Haikaveh doodle!

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MDZS X FAIRYTAIL AU

I've been down in the ditch and rewatching some of my childhood animes when I came across Fairytail!

So I was thinking... Mdzs x Fairytail?

The one I had in mind was both a modern and a fantasy setting but i'll start w the modern one

In the modern au Guilds still exist but are out numbered by government established forces, these days guilds are looked down upon for being to extreme and rowdy with their work methods--but they always get the job done, so there's no surprise that they're often the first people clients reach out to before going to the gov.

The gov. has magic-dealing Commission agencies, and the Great Sects, sans the Wens are a few of these.

The Wens are a dark guild called the Crimson Sun, and are part the reason the Commission was made in the first place.

Wei Ying, former commissioner, used lost magic to win the SunShot Campaign against the Wens, but in the end he was persecuted for it.

He's a celestial mage but here's the twist-- the celestials he has contracts with are exiled or dead. Yep we're keeping his death relationship intact!

But before becoming a celestial mage Wei Ying originally worked with Solid Script Magic, which later morphed into Dark Ecriture.

I was thinking of giving him a whip as a weapon as well but the whip is a Jiang Cheng thing so I scrapped it.

Jiang Cheng is obviously, a commissioner, and a lightning mage.

Jiang Yanli, I'm not so sure, but her character is a lot like Mirajane's, tho I can't imagine her with a Satan soul. Maybe Animal soul?

Lan Zhan def Ice Mold and Equip Magic, but he can also be a jack of all trades kinda Mage. It fits his character perfectly.

Lan Xichen? Aera and Wind mage.

Nie Huaisang has some type of Archive magic and animal soul

Nie Mingjue on the other hand? Beast Soul

Meng Yao? I honestly have no idea, maybe he can be a jack of all trades as well, he's indecisive like that.

The same can be said ab the fantasy au except the Lans are part of the Magic Council, the Jins are nobles, the Nies, Jiangs and Wens are guilds.

Nies are called Wild Boars, and are one of the strongest guilds after the Sunshot.

Jiangs are a guild under a faith, meaning their missions are often church related.

The Crimson Sun dissolves after the war and the remnants (dafanwens) start a village guild equivalent to Cait Shelter (dont have a name for it)

Do i have a solid plot for this? Absolutely not, it's all a vibe to me.

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Uhhh I came across this while surfing my ao3 account, since it had been a few months since I opened it.

I don't know whether it's real or not, and was wondering if anyone has ever come across a situation similar to this one.

They used a guest account, so I couldn't tell. 😵‍💫

It surprised me a lot, I have to say. I write solely for my own satisfaction, so it didn't really bother me if my writing was boring or weird to someone. Although, of course it makes me happy when I see so many notes in my post! It means some people like my crazy ideas.

But I never really thought my writing was any special. That may be part of the reason why I think this might be a scam tho 😅

If anyone sees this post, please feel free to tell me in the comments!

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Modern au where everyone decides to prank their music teacher, wei-laoshi on one specific day

What day you ask? Mother's day

It starts at the very beginning of their choir class where the entire class changes the entire tune of their assigned song, slowly but surely confusing Wei Ying.

Wei Ying: your melody is completely different! Though where have I heard that before?

They keep at it and it frustrates Wy so much that he can't place his finger in the song. Then Lan Jingyi sweeps in and off-handedly asks Wei Yuan:

Jingyi: hey, you remember that song goes? [whistling a tune]

Zizhen: oh! You mean... So when you're lost and tired~🎵

Yuan: When you're broken in two🎵

Then the whole class sings along

Wy:

Wy: YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Wei Ying realizes that the entire time they were going by the melody of Justin Bieber's Turn To You.

Brought to you by Lan Jingyi who thought of the entire thing.

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i trusted you...

The language of flowers

Wei Wuxian loves gifting his husband flowers - but they're never randomly chosen. His bouquets have meanings, always - because the only item he has left from his mother is a book on the language of flowers. She used to tell him flowers aren't just pleasing to the eyes, they can also whisper to the heart. And as with the sparse memories he has of her, Wei Wuxian has kept these words close to his heart.

On his first date with Lan Wangji, he brought him a bouquet of blue hydrangeas. Gratitude, grace and beauty. He had attached a little note to it, explaining the meanings of the flowers and how they reminded Wei Wuxian of Lan Wangji's elegance and beauty, and how he had been grateful that Lan Wangji had asked him out on a date. He also added some advice on how to care for the flowers, and a lipstick stain kiss in the corner of the card, just to be cheeky.

On their one year anniversary, he brought Lan Wangji a bouquet of blue clematis flowers. The base petals shone a pretty, silvery white, and they layered upwards into shades of blue. Loyalty, courage, mental strength. It had not been an easy year, with their families disapproving of their relationship, the backlash of it, scandals after scandals. But they stayed true to one another and their love regardless.

They had two flower bouquets at their wedding. Both gentians. Justice and victory, prevailing through hardship. And a symbol for Lan Wangji's late mother, who would grow gentians in little flower pots and call them her windowsill garden.

When A-Yuan's adoption papers came in, both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji made him a beautiful bouquet - sunflowers, gerberas, marigolds and daisies. Joy, happiness, optimism. He had kept telling them how much he loved flowers and how he wished to visit a field of colorful ones like he read in his story books. So they brought a patch of flower field to him when they picked him up, and stopped to laugh and chase one another in a lavender field on the way home.

Wei Wuxian wanted to open up a flower shop. Lan Wangji gifted him the key to his dream job into the petals of a red rose.

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Lillies are fragrant, large flowers, white, pink or orange. Innocence, peace, beauty.

Orchids mean "I will always love you", everlasting devotion to the very end.

Gladioli symbolize strength of character, integrity, faithfulness.

Lan Wangji picks up two of each, and ties them separately with red and white ribbons.

They're beautiful, fresh, colorful.

He lays them onto Wei Ying's grave with A-Yuan.

"Do you think baba would like them?"

"Mn."

A-Yuan smiles, tearful, looking at the small oval picture of his baba on the tombstone. "I hope the flowers whisper something nice to him today."

Lan Wangji can't find it in himself to speak, the knot in his throat is too tight.

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Wei Ying woke up in a deep ravine.

He doesn’t remember what happened, he doesn’t particularly want to know.

But what he did pay attention to was the pungent smell all around him. His body was heavy, arms numb and cold from the season; he doesn’t know what he landed on, but it certainly wasn’t soil.

Corpses, corpse, corpse, corpse.

The smell was rotten meat, and he had landed himself in a decomposing gorge.

Somehow, the breath of the dead and its hollow stare seemed more comforting than any human being.

The world faded out once more.

It probably wasn’t easy leaving the grave site, but Wei Ying wouldn’t know. The next days are just him waking up, being too tired to move, not having a problem with staying just a little longer.

The world will comtinue without him, right? He has all the time in the world.

Well, even if he didn’t, no one would have to worry about a decomposing body by the road tomorrow.

Wei Ying watched, with low breaths and half-lidded eyes, as white specs fall from the nightsky. It’s his 12th winter, though he doesn’t really have it in him to feel good for himself. Although, he has a bad time remembering whether the snow is good for his wounds or not.

The night prolonged, and his little body laid pitifully across a sea of dead people. Somehow, just a little, the morbid comfort he seeks from engulfs him in warmth, protecting him from the harsh world.

He had to leave the ravine sooner or later.

The telltale sign was when a pack of stray hounds found themselves a place to stay. They howled and barked, waking little Wei Ying from his sleep with the sound of claws scraping rock, sliding down the slope and entering his shelter

Gone was his fatigue suddenly, he spared no time in looking back in favor of running to the other side of the ravine. He dug his fingers into the frozen soil and climbed climbed climbed, who cares if he scrapes his knees? Who cares if his fingers start thawing and bleeding from too much cold exposure? Who cares if his feet get stabbed by sharp rocks he never noticed on his way up? Who cares if his stomach opens a little because he hit a broken log? Who cares?

As long as he isn’t in that hole with those monsters, feeling their teeth on his skin, feeling his hair drag up from their bites, huddling away in a corner of the alleyway just inches away from their big bodies and stench. Wei Ying will do anything, anything.

Thankfully, the hounds were too busy fighting with each other for food to even realize he was there. Thankfully.

So he runs and runs and runs again. Even when his feet leave trails, even if it hurts.

In the end Wei Ying finds himself in towns again, begging, hiding away, stealing. Running away from dogs who see him as food as much as it does to everything.

He seems to be growing up to be a troublesome child, don’t you think?

Wei Ying wouldn’t know that. His mind is occupied with surviving. Even so, a child was never supposed to suffer this much.

But with suffering came many things, he learned; whether he liked it or not. Sooner or later he gets chased out of town, and he searches for a new one. Winter leaves, spring comes, food comes, danger comes, maybe winter comes and leaves again.

It’s at a certain age where he’s big enough that he can stab someone in the chest without needing them to kneel to his level. He knows full well how life comes and goes, and he doesn’t want to be one of them that goes; not yet, not now.

If the slums teach you one thing, it’s that mercy is not given to the damned. So don’t ever hope for it.

You don’t get by in the streets with luck, everyone knows this. The strong live on and the weak will die, the weak get nothing, no help, no sympathy.

Wei Ying can’t be blamed for the nature of it.

It’s clear that most kids here think the same thing.

What a cruel joke it is, to have children raise themselves, give them knifes and trap them all in one small world.

Wei Ying has more scars than bones in his body.

His left eye is practically useless by now, it’s nothing but a giant decoration nailed into his skull. His face is no better, having left it untreated for too long made it form into a small graveyard etched into Wei Ying’s skin.

But this way, no one dared to come near him, not elders nor authorities. And frankly, he doesn’t know if it’s a blessing to be made this ugly.

At least this way, not even slave traders will consider him, being too damaged to be desired in any way.

And frankly, Wei Ying doesn’t need know whether that’s a curse or a blessing.

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Ohhhh!!! Just imagine!!!

Post-canon Wangxian are delighted and horrified (lan wangji more latter than the former) about this discovery when they decide to eat at a non-local restaurant.

Wei Ying's line of thought: Lan Zhan... lan zhan sneezed! Lan Zhan's cute!! His nose is red and he's face is scrunched!!! He has a mortal flaw!!! Awwwww

Lan Wangji's line of thought: Sneeze? Rashes??? My system has been invaded, what is happening. I'm injured, I've been incapacitated, I was unguarded. My golden core should- It's not healing me, IT'S NOT HEALING ME I'M GOING TO DIE

It was seafood, he's allergic to shrimp.

My friend had a quite interesting take today (that wasnt about the various uses of Wen Ning's chains) so:

"What if the Lan serve such bland food because a lot of them have severe allergies to a lot of things?"

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Oh dear,

"--I just really want to say that without you and your department, our company would have ended years ago! So let me give you this one fun thing!"

Wei Ying stumbled on a stack of papers on the isle, silently cursing his inability to perceive his surroundings and make a phone call at the same time.

"Sir Hamilton sir! I appreciate the offer-- we all appreciate the thought but uh-" he paused for a breath, pressing the mute button in time to chide Susan's uncleanliness.

"You see, our head assistant Song Lan just announced he and his husband adopted a baby! And they badly want all of us to come. It's tonight. Right now. We're out right now."

He hopes it wasn't too harsh and out in the open, I mean-- this is the chairman for god's sake! (He doesn't believe in that) And he'll rather stake out a graveyard for two weeks straight looking for some poor but computer-genius sod to recruit into his gaggle of working zombies (literally) than go out in the streets, jobless, again, with two dozen working zombies!

Look. He may have been the greatest necromancer and dark-arts practitioner, but that was a good thousand years ago! Sure, he liked prancing around, pranking people scaring them for shits and giggles, but was because back then you could literally just claim a mountain as your home and pick up money from graveyards!

The modern-day society is hell! Worse than hell! He has to pay taxes! He has rent! Healthcare is shit and it practically drains your health out of you!

He shouldn't even need it!!!

"What? Oh but that's unfortunate! Not the baby though- congrats on the couple! Anyway- so if not tonight what about Sunday ah? A great day to--"

"Oh so sorry sir! We all have the plague by Sunday, you'll have to excuse me Dexter just got hit by a car and you're breaking up- have a nice time with the barbeque! Don't catch the Bone's Curse bye!"

He hung up the phone and dropped it like hot potato. Wei Ying groaned loudly as he feels a headache form at the base of his skull.

"So much for keeping a job." He says groaning again.

A louder groan competes with his next to the cubicle he stops by.

"Oh shut up Susan, you should be glad I pay you at all!"