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Song Lan FLUFF Requests

PART 6 OF ONE SNOWFLAKE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS - Song Lan fluffy prompt requests

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Prompt 13: Dinner

orphan song lan getting adopted by xxc and smothered with love from his new loving father (any xxc ship except songxiao for obvs reasons)

Tags: family bonding, child song lan, fluff

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Prompt 15: Afternoon Naps

ot3: xingchen x zichen x xichen with zichen in the middle! bonus: xue yang and a-qing as their adopted children

Tags: 3chen, poly romance, fluff, comfort, they are so in love it hurts me

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Prompt 16: Rain Storms

songxiao first kiss!

Tags: canon timeline, soft and fluffy, mischevious xingchen, shy song lan

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Prompt 13: Dinner

Song Lan peeked out from behind his father’s leg, gripping his pant leg. He tugged slightly, feeling his eyes start to burn with tears. There were too many people here… It was scary. “Baba…”

Xingchen looked down and his heart nearly melted. “Lan’er…” The man bent down and scooped the four year old up, settling him on his hip. Song Lan wrapped his arms around his neck and hid his chubby face against Xingchen’s shoulder, sniffling.

“Baba’s got you...” Xingchen pressed his lips to the little boy’s head, hugging him as close as he could. He then looked at the woman he had been talking to. “Sorry, Yanli-jie. He’s shy and crowds make him a little upset…” Xingchen gently rubbed the child’s back, soothing him. It had only been a few weeks since he had finalized the adoption paperwork and had taken Song Lan home, but the child was nearly inseparable from him. 

Yanli cooed. “There’s no problem.” She had just finished stacking food into the plastic bag. “I put an extra slice of strawberry cake in here…” She grinned, passing the bag to Xingchen.

He took it gratefully, adjusting his son so that he could hold him and their dinner. “Thank you, Yanli-jie.” He nudged Song Lan with his chin. “Lan’er, tell ayi-Yanli thank you for the cake.”

Still sniffly, the little boy raised his eyes. “Th-thank you, ayi…” His voice was almost too quiet to hear in the loud restaurant but Yanli smiled wider and nearly swooned over how adorable the child was. 

Xingchen held Song Lan close, not even struggling to carry him and their dinner for the three blocks to their apartment. 

When they arrived, Xingchen placed Song Lan down and the boy diligently took off his shoes and coat. Xingchen placed their meal down as he followed his son into the bathroom and he felt so proud as Song Lan pulled out his step stool and began to wash his hands. 

He pressed another kiss against the child’s crown, washing his own hands once he helped Song Lan off the stool. 

Song Lan had waited for him to finish so they could walk out to the table together, holding his fathers hand. Xingchen pulled out the dining room chair with a booster seat attached and hoisted Song Lan onto it before getting a sippy cup filled with juice. 

He placed it down in front of Song Lan and began unpacking their meal.

“Baba, can we watch the bunny movie again?” He sipped his juice, swinging his legs as Xingchen preserved two bowls of soup.

“Zootopia?” Xingchen looked up, a knowing smile on his face. His son wanted to watch Zootopia nearly everyday. 

“Mhm!” He set his cup down, a big smile spread across his lips.

Xingchen couldn’t help but laugh. How could he deny his son when he was just so happy? “Okay, after we clean up from dinner, we can snuggle up and watch Zootopia before bed.”

The child giggled, picking up his spoon once Xingchen had served him the smaller bowl. 

“Blow on it first, Lan’er. It’s too hot.” Xingchen showed him, raising his own spoon to his lips and lightly blowing on it. 

Song Lan watched intently and then did as instructed.

Xingchen watched, heart so full with love. Adopting Song Lan was the best thing he had ever done in his life. He hoped he would be able to give the boy everything he deserved and show him so much love, that he would never be without it again.

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PROMPT 15: Afternoon Naps

For the first time in ages, it was peaceful within the house. The only sound was coming from a set of speakers in the master bedroom. Soft music flowing through the air, violins rising. Ralph Vaughan Williams, The Lark Ascending. 

The drapes were drawn open, sunlight spilling into the room and softly lighting it with warmth. Three bodies were snuggled close, chests rising and falling slowly as they dozed in the peace of the afternoon. The throuple had decided on taking a nap together since it had been years since they had all been able to snuggle and rest like this.

Song Lan shifted, turning onto his side as he began to wake. He felt his boyfriend shift behind him and the arm slung over his waist pulled him close. He smiled as his back met a sturdy chest. “A-Huan…” A kiss was pressed against Song Lan’s shoulder and he sighed happily. 

“Did you nap well, A-Lan?”

Song Lan hummed and turned his head, kissing Xichen’s lips lightly. “Did you?”

“I did.” Xichen kissed him deeper before moving his lips back to Song Lan’s shoulder. Heaven.

“Cold…” On Song Lan’s other side, Xingchen was starting to rouse.

Xichen loosened his arms and Song Lan brought Xingchen into his own. “C’mere, baobei…” Song Lan didn’t mind being sandwiched between them, smiling as Xichen hugged them both as tight as he could.

“Mmm… ‘leep well?” Xingchen muttered, snuggling his face into Song Lan’s neck and warming himself against his skin.

Song Lan settled Xingchen more comfortably against him before pressing a kiss to his temple. “We did, Chen’er.” He ran a somehow always cold palm down the length of Xingchen’s spine, making him shiver and whine again. Song Lan’s smile grew wider. 

Xichen rolled his eyes and lightly pinched Song Lan’s hip in retaliation. “Did you have a good nap, love?” He reached over Song Lan and tucked hair behind Xingchen’s ear.

Xingchen smiled against Song Lan’s skin, splaying his arm over both of them, hand cupping Xichen’s elbow. “It was perfect. I could honestly nap the entire time the kids are away.” He smiled lovingly at the two men watching him.

Song Lan tilted Xingchen’s face up, pressing their lips together and relaxing as Xingchen slowly began to kiss back. He sighed into the man’s lips, eyes shutting. This was heaven.

Xingchen pulled away after a few moments and then leaned over him. Song Lan sleepily watched as Xichen and Xingchen kissed, at peace to just be in their presence. 

Xingchen pulled away and then snuggled back into Song Lan’s chest. Song Lan caressed his head, relaxing against Xichen’s chest. “It's been so long since we’ve been able to just… be together like this. I’ve missed this.”

“I’ve missed us.” Xichen added, fixing the blankets to make sure that both of his partners were covered. “I’ll have to ask A-Zhan to watch the kids more often.”

“That would be nice…” Xingchen was nearly trailing off, already starting to doze again. 

Song Lan wrapped his arms tighter around him, pressing his lips to the crown of his head and drawing random shapes into Xingchen’s warm shoulders. “Sleep some more, Xingchen. I’ll hold you.”

Xichen squeezed his arms around Song Lan’s waist a little tighter, kissing his nape. Song Lan couldn’t fight back the giggle that left his lips. He was so elated to be here with them. So in love and despite having been together for nearly 10 years, they made him feel so young.

“I guess another hour or two won’t hurt…” Xichen tucked Song Lan’s head under his chin. “Rest well, my loves…”

The three stayed in their bed for the entirety of the weekend, snuggling and kissing and doing things that they couldn’t possibly do with two hyperactive children under the same roof.

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PROMPT 16: Rain Storms

Rain was pounding the ground outside of the cave. Song Lan frowned at it, watching as it poured down from the heavens. They had hardly even had time to make it into this little cave before the downpour started and it had been nearly three hours now. They didn’t have umbrellas, having forgotten to buy any in the last village. 

While Song Lan stared unhappily, Xingchen was struggling to hold himself back. He desperately wanted to be out in the rain, but he wanted even more to be in it with Song Lan. He had recently heard a storyteller tell the tale of a woman who confessed her love to a man, in the pouring rain. It sounded… Romantic. He had never thought of doing something like that but now… He very much wanted to. “Zichen,” 

Song Lan turned to look at him, heart fluttering as he saw the mischievous glint in Xingchen’s eyes. 

“Will you come play in the rain with me?”

“Play in the rain…?” Song Lan stared at Xingchen like the man had grown an additional head on each shoulder. 

Xingchen laughed brightly, Song Lan’s soul lightening with the sound. “Yes! When I was on the mountain, I would often play in the rain! I miss doing so as there is never the time for it now.”

“In the rain…?” Song Lan blinked, not understanding. 

Xingchen rolled his eyes, amused and feeling more giddy. He was spurred on by the cute look on Song Lan’s face, heart banging against his ribs and begging him to be brave. He would be.  Xingchen stood, making sure Shuanghua was resting against the wall before he walked over to where Song Lan stood at the cave mouth. “Will you?” He held his hand out, smiling so sweetly that Song Lan felt his knees weaken. 

His mouth went dry and he lost the ability to form words. He had never “played in the rain before”. He did not know what to do and he did not want to embarrass himself in front of Xingchen. Still, he gave a hesitant nod, gloved hand meeting Xingchen’s palm. Xingchen was so beautiful when he smiled… He could make Song Lan do almost anything.

The other cultivator let out a delighted noise and without another word, he pulled Song Lan out into the rain. 

Song Lan looked up, staring as the water instantly began to soak them. “W-what do we do?” he looked back to Xingchen, eyes wide and a slight flush coloring his cheeks. 

Xingchen admired him, feeling so endeared by the wonder in Song Lan’s gaze. He stepped closer, letting his fingers interlock with Song Lan’s. “Zichen, do you know of the story about the young woman taking her suitor into the rain?”

Song Lan was only a few centimeters taller but it was enough for Xingchen to need to tilt his head up so they could have their eyes be level. “I have not.”

Xingchen’s lips pulled up even more somehow and he nodded. “Zichen, have you… Have you ever kissed someone before?” His question made the other man’s face darken. “K-kissed?” He was almost in shock, unable to verbalize that he in fact had not. He shook his head. 

Xingchen’s heart swelled. “May I kiss you, Zichen?”

Song Lan’s heart nearly stopped and he was glad to feel the rain beating against his skin as it grounded him. “Yes…” His voice came out so softly, breathless and whispery that he worried Xingchen wouldn’t be able to hear him. 

Of course he had. Xingchen leaned in, squeezing Song Lan’s palm as he gently pressed their lips together. 

Oh, how Song Lan loved the rain.

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Song Lan Requests Pt. 5

PART 5 OF ONE SNOWFLAKE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS - Song Lan being rescued and saved prompt requests

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Prompt 17: Savior

Hurt/comfort song lan/wen ning

Tags: songning, hurt/comfort, fierce corpses that become lovers, gentle, helping each other through undeath

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Prompt 21: Love Protects You

hurt/comfort request: sl getting rescued after being tortured and getting showered in love by his rescuer

Tags: 3chen, hurt/comfort, bittersweet, sl is really hurt, xxc is a miss

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Prompt 22: Love Changes You

reforming(?) villain WX x righteous daoshi SL - not actually picky about Wen Xu's characterization, although I guess I like to think of him as loyal with a sadistic side; warped morals due to his upbringing, but a filial heart. Wants to be a better man for Song Lan, but fucks up along the way

Tags: wen xu/song lan, hurt/comfort, wen xu falls hard, sick sl, sickfic, reforming villain

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pls req song lan prompts from me here:

https://odaibako.net/u/mistyfrostflower

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PROMPT 17: Savior

Song Lan felt himself come back into his body, snapped into reality. He figured out very quickly that he was restrained. Chains were wrapped around his ankles and bound his arms to his sides. His frown deepened and he opened his eyes. He was on his side, head pressed down against something soft, a hand in his hair, soothing the slight ache where the nails had once pierced his skull. It was pulsing in a way that reminded him of when he had been under Xue Yang’s control. 

He stared out at the darkened woods, blinking to try and make sense of where he was. Hadn’t it been morning? He turned his head, looking up to see who was holding his head in their lap. He was unsurprised to see that it was Wen Ning. 

“You’re awake…” Wen Ning sighed in relief, giving Song Lan a small smile. “Are you okay?”

Song Lan had no way of speaking, so he only nodded. He was confused as to why he was restrained but the remnants of resentment were still flowing through his veins. He felt a creeping chill through his limbs and a fogginess in his head. He had lost control. 

“Here.” Wen Ning was gentle as he unwound the chains, removing them entirely. Song Lan didn’t move, keeping himself resting in Wen ning’s lap. He lifted his hands and quickly signed to him. “Did I hurt anyone? Did I hurt you?”

Wen Ning shook his head. “No. I was able to restrain you. You can’t hurt me, ge.” Wen Ning continued to gently stroke a clawed hand through Song Lan’s hair, gently massaging around the nail wounds.

“What happened?” Despite the grounding and comforting action, he was too ashamed to meet the other corpses' eyes. 

“I don’t know. I think… I think a memory triggered something. We… We were nearing a village. You just… froze and… I could feel the resentment before I saw your eyes.”

Song Lan frowned more and raked his brain for any clues for why this had upset him. “I can’t remember what happened...”

“It’s okay…” Wen Ning continued his ministrations. “You’re safe.”

Song Lan noticed that Wen Ning had covered him with a thin blanket while he was unconscious. “I have no need for this.”

“I know. I just didn’t like seeing you like that so… I pretended that you were asleep.” He gave a small smile to Song Lan, easing him. “Do the nail wounds hurt?”

Song Lan nodded again and signed with his free hand. “Sore.”

“I thought so.” Wen Ning gently moved his finger tips to comfortingly knead around the wounds. “I used some of the talismans that Wei gongzi made for us. It made most of the resentment dissipate. You should feel better soon, let me just finish massaging. This is helping me coax out the rest of the resentment.”

Song Lan nodded slightly. He then shut his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Wen Ning’s hands. He didn’t feel panic like he had the first dozen times this had happened. Wen Ning was always there to save him before the resentment made him into a monster. 

He reached up, taking Wen Ning’s wrist and stopping him. “Hmm?” The other fierce corpse tilted his head, hair spilling down over his shoulders and curtaining around his face. 

“Thank you for saving me.” He put his hands down, slightly smiling as he looked up at the other corpse. 

Wen Ning would have blushed if he could and as an answer he pressed his lips to Song Lan’s temple. “Rest. You’ll feel better soon, ge."

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PROMPT 21: Love Protects You

Everything hurts. He could feel wind rushing around him, feel the cold air rustling his hair and heard it howling. I’m flying. There were strong arms holding him against a sturdy chest. He didn’t know who but it felt familiar. I was rescued. For weeks he had been beaten and degraded within a Qishan Wen prison cell. For weeks he had been so near to death that it had creeped up his arms and nearly paralyzed him. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. Blackness. A whine left his throat, fear crawling up his spine and nearly paralyzing him. I can’t see. Why can’t I see?

Someone soothed him. The person holding him brought him closer, pressed his face into the warmth of their neck and kissed his hair, gentle. He recognized this person by their scent but he couldn’t think of who. 

I’m safe. The person was someone that loved him, he knew this but nothing else. With their soothing words, he began to drift back into unconsciousness, mind floating away and thoughts melting into the wind.

When he awoke again, he was in a bed. Soft fabrics beneath his body, warming him. Careful hands were combing his hair, untangling knots and brushing oil into the dry and matted strands. He could hear talking but the words didn’t make sense. 

Another pair of hands were tending to his abdomen. I’m hurt. He could not remember which of the tortures had caused him this wound, but he knew that it was being cleaned now. Safe. 

He let himself rest there, at the mercy of the people that were caring for him. Their voices held familiar tones, their touch a balm to his soul. I know them. He tried desperately to come up with names, to match faces to the voices. A whine left his lips. The person brushing his hair stopped, placing a hand to his cheek. The words were making sense but he was still missing things. “You… Safe… Huan’er found you… brought you home.” Lips were pressed to his cheek. “We… Protect you. You’re safe… Lan’er.” He didn’t exactly know who this person was, but there was comfort in his words. He opened his eyes, desperate to see who was caring for him, to match a face with the voice. Nothing.

“Eyes…” He managed to croak, trying to blink away whatever was stopping him from seeing. The hand that was tending to his abdomen moved and went to the other cheek, stroking in small and soothing circles. “Shh… We’ve got… No one can hurt…” He heard rustling as one of the men moved. “Xingchen, get… Sedative.” 

“Hurts…” Song Lan groaned, trying to move, to sit up. Hands were gently pushing his shoulders down. 

“Lan’er you can’t…. Need to rest.” A small vile was pressed to his lips and he drank without question. “You’re safe baobei.”

“We’ll take care of… Just rest now.” The other voice added. Once again he felt their gentle touches and he relaxed. 

“Who… Who are you?” I know them. Why can’t I remember…

He could hear sniffling. Is someone crying? “You’ll remember soon… Hit your head… Need to rest and… Don’t worry.” The first voice was the one speaking, hands still brushing through his hair. He must be the one crying. 

“Please… Who…?”

The person that was tending to his wound had finally finished. They pulled the blankets up to cover him. His head was feeling fuzzy. Had he taken something to make him sleep? “Sleep, A-Lan. A-Chen and I will… You’ll remember soon.”

“Stay.” I know who you are. You’re important to me. Their names and faces were lost to the mess of his mind but he could tell that they were trustworthy. 

“We won’t leave.” He heard the second person say. Both of his hands were held, hair still being stroked. He began to drift off with their warmth, knowing that he was safe. 

Once Song Lan was asleep, Xingchen’s sniffling turned into sobbing. He gripped his cultivation partner’s hand, holding it tightly to his chest and weeping into Song Lan’s shoulder. 

Xichen frowned, sitting at Song Lan’s other side. He reached over and took Xingchen’s free hand, squeezing it. “Love…” He felt his own tears burning and Xichen willed them away. “A-Chen, he’s safe… We can heal him.”

“He will never see again! We… we were too late…” His voice was weak, shaking and watery. Xichen’s heart broke. 

“We saved him… We… That is all we could do…” His own tears began to slip silently down his cheeks. He looked back at the unconscious man in the bed, lacing his fingers between his. “We need to be strong for him, A-Chen.” He looked back to his other lover. 

Xingchen was weeping into Song Lan’s sleep robes, too far into his despair to hear Xichen’s gentle voice. 

Xichen squeezed his hand again and then put his attention back onto Song Lan, crying with his partner, feeling relief and sadness. They had saved Song Lan but not until after he had faced so much awful torment and pain. It would take time, but he would not allow his lover to fall into despair, either of them. 

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PROMPT 22: Love Changes You

Wen Xu knew he was in over his head. He had never felt this way before, especially not for someone so above him in morals and righteousness… Still, he had fallen hard for Song Daozhang. 

Song Lan, the cold snow and distant frost; had found himself captured by the Wen. He had ventured too close, had been ambushed and forced into their iron barred prison. Much like the proud Second Jade of Lan, he was unwilling to bend to their will. He rather take torture and pain than to turn against his teachings and away from the righteous path. 

Wen Xu had watched him. Watched as his own brother inflicted wounds and drew pained cries from the cultivator's mouth. It was odd. He should have wanted to help in the torture, to make the man tremble and hurt… But he found his stomach churning each time the cultivator was harmed.

He fell for the man’s unbreakable spirit, for his silence. For his handsome face and cold disposition. It scared him at first. He wanted to help him, to go against the wishes of his father, to go against his family… But it felt right to do so… He didn’t know why, but seeing cruelty be brought against someone so beautiful, so righteous… It made him despise who he was, who his father had forced him to be. 

He began visiting him in secret, bringing the ailing Daoshi medicines to treat his wounds, bringing fresh water and portions of stolen food. He didn’t even contemplate these actions, he just did them. It was not until after that he considered the consequences of what he had done. His father would never approve. In fact, his father would likely throw him into a cell to join the Daozhang. 

When Song Daozhang fell ill, body weak with a raging fever; Wen Xu cast aside all fear in favor of helping him. All thoughts of filial piety were replaced with an unbreakable need to take care of the captured Daoshi, to ensure his safety.

He approached the iron bars with a tray in hand and quickly unlocked it before entering the dim and damp cell.

Song Daozhang looked up weakly, relieved to see that it was Wen Xu and not Wen Chao. He shivered, gripping his robes tighter, willing them to keep him warm in the coldness of this prison. “You… You shouldn’t be here… If someone sees you…” He coughed roughly and Wen Xu drew closer, stopping in front of the other man. He placed the tray on the floor, kneeling in front of the Daozhang with his eyebrows drawn together in worry. “You can’t… you can’t be seen by anyone…”

“I’ll kill them.” Wen Xu replies, removing his cloak. He puts it over Song Lan, hoping that it will help to soothe his trembling. “You look worse than this morning.” He picked up the small bowl from the tray and held it to his lips. “Drink.”

The cultivator obediently did so, not minding the bitter taste. He settled back once it was empty, too tired to converse further.

Wen Xu set a hand to Song Lan’s forehead, frowning at the immense heat. If he didn’t do something, Song Lan would die here. “You need to see a physician.” 

“Your father will let me die first.” 

“I won’t allow that. Wrap your arms around me.” His mind was made up. His father’s “love” was not worth more than this man’s life. 

“What…?” Song Lan stared at him in shock, wondering if his fever was making him hallucinate. 

“I won’t let you die down here. Wrap your arms around me so that I can get you out of here.”

“You… You’ll get into trouble with your father… If anyone sees you, they’ll tell him. It's not worth the risk- Are you crazy?” 

“Yes- Now wrap your arms around me before a guard comes.”  Wen Xu did not wait for the cultivator to approve of this idea. He carefully scooped him into his arms, pressing him close to his chest and covering his head with the hood of his cloak. “Stay low.”

Song Lan had wrapped his arms around Wen Xu’s neck, hiding his face against his shoulder and hoping that they would actually leave this prison in one piece. 

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open requests

guysss pls request from me if you ever have some song lan fic needs. i (as a song lan lover) understand you. i am slow, but i want to give everyone their song lan fic dreams

i especially love rarepair song lan ships

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Death in my mind isn’t a finality. There’s a continuum: It’s like at night, you go to sleep and in the daytime you wake up, or whenever you wake up, and it’s a new day.

— David Lynch

Safe travels.

I hope the coffee out there is divine ☕

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my reason for writing fics is mpreg, omegaverse and songxiao 😔 i must do better

why isn't there more songxiao mpreg. why aren't there like 10 different angsty fics with the plotline of "I was pregnant when we split up and I had/lost your baby!!!" reveal when they reunite or WORSE them never even getting to tell the other/find out because of certain character's interference in their reunion. why does this fandom constantly disappoint me

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Jedi Master Kit Fisto

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seeing this reminds me that i have another ZZS mpreg that needa finished... thank you for whoever sent my fic to be featured on this list 😘

FANFIC FRIDAY #1

Here's a round-up of all the mpreg fics sent to me so far! Thank you for your enthusiastic participation, y'all!

[Vash the Stampede]

cause everything else is a substitute for your love by @sascake (Rating: Mature)

The Kind of Stuff that Only Prince Would Sing About by @frankiesin-irl (Rating: Explicit)

maybe my heart needs to break to be sure by @lilith-swbf (Rating: Explicit)

[Bruce Wayne]

Superbat Keep Having Babies, They Need To Stop, What If The World Needs Saving by Anonymous (Rating(s): T - E)

a room full of coral by @frownyalfred (Rating(s): Not Rated)

[Optimus Prime]

The Consequences of Accidentally Creating Life with your Arch-Enemy by @blackpensils (Rating: Explicit)

[Zhou Zishu]

in this lifetime by @vicyvn (Rating: Explicit)

This Is What Happens When You Drink Things Without Knowing What They Are by Anonymous (Rating: Explicit) (Eggpreg fic)

Love's perfect ache by @softiejace (Rating: Explicit)

Wish Upon A Wave by Lady_Nyx_Nightshade (Rating: Explicit)

Between The Shelves by goodgonebetter (Rating: Explicit)

i still worship the flame by @deliriiuumm (Rating: Explicit)

To my flowers and wings by givemebunnies (Rating: Mature)

A Brighter Future by @mistyfrostflower (Rating: Gen)

The Mountain God's First Love by @akatsuki-shin (Rating: Mature)

Next To You by goodgonebetter (Rating: Explicit)

[Blade & Jing Yuan]

Gluttony by @pen-strokes-and-music-notes (Rating: Explicit) (Eggpreg fic)

[Hawkeye Pierce]

Mating Habits of the American Red Fox by @serpercival (Rating: Explicit)

[Vincent Benítez]

prime mover by Anonymous (Rating: Mature)

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👀 the ideas are idea-ing

Nautolan eggs and babies headcanons/worldbuilding! Sort of a follow-up to my Nautolan anatomy headcanon post from last year! Again, don’t yell at me if you don’t think this is realistic or w/e, I’m just an artist and not a scientist hahah

Hope you guys like it!

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will be using this as reference material for a new project 👀 may i just say 😌 3chen and star wars

I haven’t posted any SW worldbuilding in a long time, and I’ve seen similar posts floating around about other alien species a while ago - so I wanted to do something similar & illustrate my own headcanons for Nautolan anatomy! Don’t come yelling at me for anything that you find ~illogical~, I’m not a scientist and this is just for fun lmfao

The last picture is more of an example of the large variety of colors and shapes present in Nautolans - few Nautolans are 100% pure-blood from any specific regions of Glee Anselm, but the more common combinations are coastal and tropical, as the deep sea Nautolans rarely leave their home planet or even their underwater territory.

Enjoy, and please forgive my crappy handwriting :’)

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a story in three parts: 

from the dawn of a new day, of new hopes and dreams of a better world;

to the stars in the night sky, shining the way for those lost in the darkness;

to the dust that settled, silently floating, drifting, back to the earth once more.

[21.01.25] @mdzsnet xiao xingchen birthday event

[mistyfrostflower]

@aoxue and i are creating a masterpiece together. if you love pining, regency era, yearning, and ofc songxiao; you should read our fic. it says bridgerton but all you really need to know about bridgerton for thi to make sense is that there is a person who basically posts a gossip column and no one knows who this person is.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64019992/chapters/164230642

[mistyfrostflower]

BANANA FISH - Unofficial Locations Guide: The New York Public Librar Part 3

Unmarked spots: The New York Public Library, Inside, 1st Fl

Episode 17: Where Ash catches up to Eiji leaving the library. Located just inside the main entrance.

E Spot: The New York Public Library, Inside, Rose Main Reading Room

Episodes 12, 17, 24: Aka “Ash’s Room,” the study room where Ash likes to go to be alone.

Located on the 3rd floor, it can be accessed by going up either of the large staircases on either side after entering from the front entrance. Go up to the 3rd floor, into the room to the side with the information, THROUGH the Bill Blass Public Catalog room (looks similar), to get to the entrance of the Rose Main Reading Room.

The Reading Room has a left and right side. The right side is for studying ONLY, but the left side allows photography in limited areas. Ash’s room was to the left. His favorite spot was close to the back, to the right and closer to the aisle.

CAUTION, before entering the room, you see this sign. Please follow all rules, remember that this is a LIBRARY, and do NOT go into the study area and disturb people. Only take photos from the roped in area by the entrance.

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More guides to come!

For the complete bilingual guide, please check out my twitter, YukiPri_Art!

Complete list of guides on my Banana Fish Masterpost!

[mistyfrostflower]

AU where one thing leads to another, and Song Lan (fierce corpse) and A-Qing (not dead) end up in Yi City alone for several years, with a shattered soul to mend, a demonic cultivator’s unfinished business to bury, and a whole lot of resentment in the bones of the town to quell and ward others away from. 

They both agree that A-Qing would be safer if she finally learned some sword cultivation, so Song Lan trains her, and when she wields Shuanghua, it’s a bit like Xiao Xingchen is there guiding her, too.

(And maybe she picks up a little demonic cultivation from someone’s notes on the side – just enough to help with fierce corpse upkeep and to make sure she has a backup plan should someone else try to interfere with Song Lan’s consciousness. Things will set him into a rage, on occasion, especially if A-Qing is in harm’s way, but they always manage to get things back under control.)

[mistyfrostflower]

Did something a little craaaazy

I decided to write a crackship fic for Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks and Song Lan from MDZS. I just love them so much... I made an entire timeline (I researched Dale's and made up Song Lan's, also added some things to Dale's. Literally spent 9 hours on backstory crafting 🤡)

I doubt many will read this or care but, this is my masterpiece :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63623875

[mistyfrostflower]

TWIN PEAKS + Food

[mistyfrostflower]

🙃 There are some things Wei Wuxian would never say to his past self. That doesn't change the fact that they are things he needs to hear.

It's definitely not a one to one translation, and it's not that representative of the fic as a whole, but this was *heavily* inspired by a scene in yiqie's fic The flower that withers.