#Spectres of the Disciple

[that-bookworm-bitch]

And then they annoyed Grace until she chilled out, the end.

(I tried, I drew this at a football pool party so it’s like not the best but it’s whatever, it got some of me hologear brainrot out)

[suddenlydefending-gracechasity]

Some doodles of the disciple becauuuseee... i love this grace and i want to practice drawing her hehe!

(Design & au by @that-bookworm-bitch !)

I made some lineart mistakes, but shes still cute... so WHATEVER!!! Everyone say we love you graceee

[wangxianficrecs]

Rewind 2024 - Follower Recs

WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2024

For our Rewind 2024, our dear followers were also able to submit Follower Recs of their favourite stories published in 2024 for you to enjoy! Thank you to everyone who shared their recs and make sure to give the authors some love!

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Hey! Im submitting for the rewind 2024! Nominating because its the perfect mix of hilarious and heart-wrenching, theres sword lore AND blue haired Lan Wangji! Plus @hellinglaozu art! @mdzsrewind

🔒 Help!!! I’m a Broke College Student How Did I End Up With a (Hot) Amnesiac Sword Spirit For a Sugar Baby??!??

by spookykingdomstarlight

M, 43k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying is a normal first-year college student. He lives with his parents. He gets good grades. He has friends. Or a friend, at least. Everything is going well, at least until a stunning man in hanfu with white hair manifests right in front of his eyes on a field trip. Suddenly he’s stuck introducing a sword spirit to the modern world, dealing with a mystery involving metal shards appearing all over Jiangsu province, and grappling with the possibility that Siri from his old phone might be sentient. What’s a normal first-year college student supposed to do under these circumstances? He dives right in, of course. A collaboration with the amazing HellingLaozu!

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This story is modern, sexy missing WWX times and proactive LWJ doing what he can to cope (robot). @petirrojo57

Starry Sky

by auberjing (@wrecklwj) & lamusadelils

E, 8k, Wangxian

Summary: In the absence of Wei Ying, Lan Zhan deals with his grief by trying to replicate him. It's not the same, but the replica brings him some comfort. And maybe more.

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Just pick any Scrippio work, really, but modern actor WWX works! @petirrojo57

Falling for You

by Scrippio

T, 8k, Wangxian

Summary: In which Lan Zhan's new stunt double decides that they're BFFs...and Lan Zhan finds that he agrees. Or: Five movies Lan Zhan makes with Wei Ying and One he makes alone.

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I'm sure many other people have recommended this story for the Rewind 2024 event but I'll throw my vote in too for this incredibly well-written, amazing take on how things could've gone if Lotus Pier didn't fall and Wei Ying realized he loved Lan Zhan earlier. It features genius Wei Ying, supportive Lan Qiren, learning-to-be-less-naive Lan Xichen, and lazy but talented Nie Huaisang. The world-building is gorgeous and the storytelling phenomenal. @doctorbunsenhoneydew

Dispersing Clouds

by dreamingofcake

E, 283k, Wangxian

Summary: While the Wen Clan is embroiled in subduing internal conflicts within Qishan, the Jiang Clan hosts the annual discussion conference. It has been one year since the disastrous archery competition where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji last met but Wei Wuxian remains as optimistic as ever. An unlikely friendship begins to blossom and without the looming spectres of conquest and war to strengthen his ties to the Jiang family, the trajectory of Wei Wuxian’s life changes.

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A Qin Sue fic! I enjoyed this where she survives and lives in Lotus Pier. - Anon

now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink

by Stratisphyre

M, 70k, Jiang Cheng/Qin Su & Wangxian

Summary: “I can’t stay here. Please don’t make me!” The words dragged themselves out of Qin Su's chest, feral and half-bloodied by her grief and fear. “A-Cheng is leaving tomorrow,” Jiang Yanli said. “You could go with him.” Or, Qin Su in Lotus Pier.

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This story is a fairly recent WIP. No first siege of bm, yilingwei sect, wei yuan, wwx takes in a bunch of street kids as disciples, some guidao cultivation world building, jzx and jyl live, wwx semi isolates in bm for 13yrs and founds a sect, sect politics - Anon

Our Beautiful Homes

by Randomness_is_my_order

M, WIP, 21k, Wangxian

Summary: I, Jin Guangyao, a senior disciple of the Lanling Jin Clan write to you regarding a matter of grave importance. Kindly pardon the abrupt correspondence but I hope the situation will warrant such measures and the offence incurred will be minimal.  Wei Wuxian’s day had really become so interesting, hadn’t it? The Lianfang-zun writing to him–this lowly practitioner of the heretic path? My, my, his life was always filled with surprises, wasn’t it?  Sometimes, it takes a hundred sacrifices and a dozen heroes to change fate. Other times, it takes a rock and a sentient corpse tripping on it mid-fight to avoid a lifetime of tragedies and send destiny into a tailspin. In which Wen Ning misses his attack, Jin Zixuan lives and Wei Wuxian builds a sect for all those who don’t have a home. It is only thirteen years later that the cultivation world bothers to acknowledge him and his people, and only when they’re desperate for a favour. Never let it be said that Wei Wuxian would allow himself to be used.

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Really awesome fic for what if LWJ became sect leader after the Wen attack on Cloud Recesses. There are some really good wangxian moments and I really like how the fic showcases sect administration and how the sect works now with LWJ as the leader. - Anon

🔒 The Straightest Path

by meyari

T, 30k, Wangxian, Nielan, JYL/NMJ, Sangcheng

Summary: The moment of Xiongzhang’s death would live forever in Lan Zhan’s mind. He’d turned towards Lan Zhan, qiankun pouch holding the library in his hands. Then he’d gasped as arrows flew towards them both in a hail no one could survive.

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I would like to rec this story. It is currently a WIP started this year and every update is amazing. There’s so many details and I love that Wangxian are dragons and that WWX gets all the love and support and he fights really well too. - Anon

With This Shadowed Blade

by Anonymous

M, 145k, WIP, Wangxixian, Nielan, Wangxian, Sangxian, Mingxian, Nielanxian, Wangsang, Xixian

Summary: Wei Ying needs to find his soulmates before the madness turns him into a horrific monster. There's just the slight problem of Madam Yu shipping him off to the stuffy Lans in a contract bonding. Oh, and she didn't tell them he's on the verge of losing it. So they just think that he's, well, there must be something wrong with him after all...

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I would like to recommend this story, because it is so unique and vividly written, one of the best fics I have ever read. @aerouinde

🔒💙 Building it back, stone by stone and seal by seal

by KizuKatana (@kizukatana)

M, 134k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: It had been over 200 years since the war between cultivators left more than half the land ravaged and uninhabitable and the practice of cultivation punishable by death. Despite the risks of being caught as a practicing cultivator, Wei Wuxian took on the hunt of a dangerous yao that had destroyed a small village and killed all of the civilians. While searching for the demon, he encountered a mysterious cultivator dressed all in white. Wei Wuxian was excited to finally meet another cultivator, but instead of greeting him or making pretty much any conversation at all, the man attacked Wei Wuxian on sight. - - - - - - There is NO WAR in this fic. This takes place two centuries after the war happened, and it has a sort of post apocalyptic vibe. This is a story of rebuilding and finding safety. It's about found family and forming a new society away from the old one that persecuted them.

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I want to recommend this story, because it was a very unique story with so much atmosphere, the settings were wonderful, and it was well paced. @aerouinde

grimoire

by WithLoweredVoices

M, 95k, Wangxian

Summary: ‘Alright, fine,’ huffs Wei Ying, blowing out his cheeks. He adjusts his grip on the smooth hilt of the sword, as cold as wet stone beneath his palm. ‘How do I give this back to you?’ ‘I must trade with you something of equal worth,’ says the strange man. ‘Uh. Okay.’ Wei Ying rubs his forehead with his free hand. ‘How about your name? Your real name.’ In case he needs to file a police report or stalk this beautiful, scary man on google or something. The man looks even more angry. He pulls his shoulders back and draws himself to his full height, which is rather impressive and forces Wei Ying to tip his chin up slightly. ‘My name is Lan Zhan,’ the man says. ~ (The one where it’s a dark academia AU - only it’s not.)

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I want to recommend this story, because it was an immensely exciting story, one of the best Kaiju/Archon stories I have read. @aerouinde

Axiom –A Mo Dao Zu Shi Mecha AU

by Hinu (@imnotacleverman)

E, 331k, Wangxian

Summary: “I’ve always known it’s my destiny to be coupled with a cute girl and fall in love in the archon!” Wuxian winked at the nearest girl, who just so happened to be Mianmian, the prettiest girl in their class. Lan Wangji’s eye-roll was loud. “What?” Wuxian had noticed the boy’s reaction. “You never striked me as a romantic, Lan Wangji, but you know studies have shown that a notable percent of alters end up married, right?” “Oi!” Someone exclaimed. Everyone shot their eyes back on the screens, onto which text had appeared: Their coupling results. Everyone was too busy looking up their own name on the list to pay attention to the fact that the stickler-to-the-rules nephew of major general Lan Qiren had been coupled with Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji had been coupled with Wei Wuxian! *** In a world threatened by monsters, giant robots known as archons are piloted by "alters", a neuropsychologically coupled pair, to protect humanity. As Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji begin their piloting career as unlikely alters, they have to contend not only with the fame and idolization that comes with being a pilot, but also the conflicts that rise from within as their psyches are connected within the archon.

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I want to recommend this story, it was a very exciting, clever and well paced story. @aerouinde

Chronicles of Sect Leader Wei Wuxian

by Muggle_Diary (@kshithi-and-stories)

E, 114k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian is ten years old when he joins the Jiang sect. Fed up with his treatment at Yunmeng Jiang, Wei Wuxian leaves the Jiang sect. Wei Wuxian is ambitious and wants to open a sect based on merits alone. Years later he stands at the top of cultivation world.

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I want to recommend this story, because it is one of the best ballet fics I have read, loved it. @aerouinde

Ugly Duckling

by Witch_Nova221 (@witchnova221)

T, 57k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Big Bang 2024

Summary: When talented but untrained ballet dancer, Wei Ying, is offered a scholarship by Lan Huan at the prestigious Gusu Ballet Academy he knows he will have to work hard to prove himself especially to his stern teacher, Lan Qiren. At a school that values tradition, Wei Ying struggles to find his place, constantly criticised and compared to his talented classmate, Lan Zhan. Whilst negotiating the trials of training under Lan Qiren, Wei Ying struggles to remember why he loves to dance until costumier, Nie Huaisang, gifts him a very special pair of shoes that open up a whole new world of ballet.

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Analyze the Princess- The Tower

This one has been done for a while, I'm just lazy and didn't post it (again).

The Tower is one of the most powerful and imposing princesses. She appears godlike, with light cascading around her through a stained glass window, her feet floating off the ground, her garments floating weightlessly through the air. You are dwarfed by her presence, with her crown being out of your line of sight when you kneel. Being able to infiltrate your thoughts and control your actions, the Tower easily creates a sense of fear and frustration. Along with the Damsel and Prisoner, she is one of the staples of Slay the Princess, since it’s hard to play through the game naturally without encountering her at some point.

You get the Tower by bringing the knife down into the basement in Chapter 1, and then dying pathetically at the hands of an unarmed Princess. This leads to a Princess who can squash you under her foot like a bug. She views you as a lesser being, one who could barely scratch her, despite the odds being in your favor. The Tower is brilliant radiance, while you are quiet shadow. She is self important, truly believing herself to be a god, believing that her destiny is to unravel the world and build a new one. A better one. Although her chains mean nothing to her, she doesn’t remove them, not just because she feels it to be anticlimactic, but because she doesn’t want to lower herself to the crude ways of mortal beings by using her hands. Her divine hand is able to sculpt weaker minds, forcing you to do her bidding. Her only interest in you is what you represent: A would-be assassin turned groveling servant, the ultimate proof of her majesty. What better way to prove your might than by turning the thorn in your side into a mindless disciple? If she can make you, the one who wants her dead so badly, kneel before her, then she can do anything.

The Tower is, at her core, incapable of empathy, which perfectly contrasts her corresponding voice, the Voice of the Broken. A pattern across all Chapter Two Princesses is a lack of development. Any character building happens once you reach a third chapter. If you heed to her word, the Tower will react with smug condescension, acting as if your loyalty is what she’s owed, with no chance of you denying her. Even if you manage to strike her down, her final moments are not ones of regret, or self-reflection. They are filled with disgust and fear, lashing out at you for making her use her hands. 

But why does it matter if the Tower uses her hands? Why is she so horrified by the concept? It’s not like she isn’t capable. No, her fear lies in the meaning. Using her hands strips her of her godly title. The Tower is reduced to a mere mortal, desperately fighting for her life against something that shouldn’t be able to win. Having to strike out against you is a sign of weakness, an admission of defeat. She will never control the world if she can’t even control you. In that moment, the Tower gets a terrifying glimpse of what you went through. She feels what you felt, and she hates it. You’re beneath her, you’re nothing like her, you’re her opposite, she doesn’t want anything in common with filth like you! That’s what using her hands represents for her.

What does the Tower herself represent? Weakness. At first, you’re the weak one, dropping to your knees the second she opens her mouth. Depending on your actions, you may die the weak one. However, if you rebel against her control, she will be the one who falls to her knees. The parallels to her death beautifully contrast your own. Despite all her bravado, without someone to worship her, she becomes weak again. A god is only as powerful as the devotion she commands. An overwhelming heart at her finest.

Other parts:

The Razor The Stranger The Damsel The Prisoner The Tower The Witch The Spectre

(If you like my yapping, check out my other analyses. There's one for the voices here and my one for the narrator here)

[kikorikoiko]

Since @ciaosonounapersonalol and @thetireddoktor asked for more polycule, here a sketch and a little writng piece undercut

For context check my concept for the blood moon

- You don't have to hurt anymore- Clearly not Baalzebub reassured him, gently taking one of his hands and bringing it near her cold lips, leaving a gentle kiss over the knuckles of the witness's fingers, in a gentle yet empty kiss - we miss you, you know?-

The thing that was pretending to be Kallamar kept cradling the jellyfish's face, and smiled at him. Oh, how Astaroth missed his god smile. When was the last time he saw him make such a delighted expression?

- I promise it won't hurt. It's like falling asleep.- Not Kallamar stated, as the witness let himself melt in the touch. Sure, that display of affection was more of a mocking, a painful reminder of what he lost, but it was something.

The image of his husband sighed softly, wiping away the tear about to fall from the eye of the disciple - Darling, you know it breaks my heart to see you suffer like this. Just end this already.-

- I failed you- that was all the witness managed to say, before starting to sob - I failed you, I... I'm so sorry...- the image of Baalzebub gently nuzzled against the crying man, sympathetic.

- Oh, love. You can still make amends.- her voice was sickeningly sweet, yet it didn't display half of the affection that the real deal always offered to him.

Astaroth tried to shake his head, but the squid tightened his grip.

- You promised you would had followed me. You said that you would had rather died than live in a world without us- Astaroth couldn't even look in the eyes of the now angry spectre, trying to articulate his apologies, while "Baalzebub" hugged him, murmuring with such an heartbroken tone: - Don't you love us anymore...? Or did you never care to begin with?-

- What... no! I do love you, I...-

- Than why are you being so stubborn?! JUST DIE ALREADY!- "Kallamar" roared.

Astaroth stared at him - Kallamar wanted me to live. You are acting awfully out of character.-

"Baalzebub" let him go, while "Kallamar" stared back with disdain, before removing his hands, smiling - I am sure he will understand if you give up.-

[raise-thestakes]

"Would you like to hear about our absolute savior, The Spectre?"

A strange girl smiles in front of Morris, hands clenched together, as if in prayer

~ @es-the-disciple

The huntress peers down at the girl before her, her brows furrowing at the mere mention of the entity’s name.

“…Depends. Y’gonna expect me to praise ‘em, girl?”

[ross-sluggo]

Each Princess and which ones I think would wear nail polish (and why/why not)

Beast - That's a creature. Why would a creature need nail polish? Most likely not.

Stranger - Probably too many hands to get a decent coat on all of them, so maybe only rare occasions

Adversary - Nail polish gets in the way of fighting, no need for it

Tower - Can't have a goddess not looking her best, can we? Probably gets one of the disciples to do it instead, though-

Damsel - This feels like the obvious choice in wearing nail polish

Prisoner - No real point, prison's prison

Witch - Kind of same reasoning as beast but less on the creature aspect

Spectre - ... do they make ghost nail polish?

Nightmare - Zero point, she has gloves

Razor - all-natural nail polish right from LQ's guts and tissue <3

Apotheosis - I mean if she can get enough nail polish for her hands- and by extension, her nails, being that big, sure why not

Eye of the Needle - Same as adversary

Fury - Same as adversary and EotN, plus uh. She rips her skin off and I don't feel like she'd spend time on nail polish just for whatever happens in the fury

Den - Same as beast

Wild/Wounded Wild - ... with what hands?

Thorn - Second obvious choice for wearing it

Burned/Drowned Grey - well both are ghosts, one's charred remains and the other's a drowned body-

Moment of Clarity - same as nightmare but moreso (seriously abby how many arms are you giving her, i cant count)

[adaquam]

[ ivana baquero, cis woman, twenty-nine, she/her ] for the crimes of piracy CALDRA THORNE is hereby wanted. those who surrender them dead or alive to the crown will receive ONE HUNDRED pounds. they’re famously known to be part of the THE HARBINGER as their REAVER. before engaging be warned as they can be RUTHLESS AND ARROGANT, but if you’re lucky they’ll be METICULOUS AND CHARISMATIC. legends say that when you speak their name you’re reminded of blood-slicked steel glinting beneath the moonlight, swung with ceremonial grace / laughing at the gallows, lips stained with someone else’s wine / a fire-lit silhouette watching a sinking ship, smoke curling from the ruins. 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name. caldra thorne nickname(s). don’t date of birth. may 19th, 1700 age. twenty-nine affiliation. the harbinger  role. reaver birthplace. andalusia, spain current location. tortuga, saint-domingue gender & pronouns. cis woman, she/her orientation. bisexual biromantic

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀��𝐈𝐓𝐘

positive traits. meticulous, charismatic, candid, dexterous negative traits. ruthless, arrogant, disputatious, selfish mbti. entp-a – the debater enneagram. 8w7 – the independent moral alignment. true neutral deadly sin. greed heavenly virtue. patience zodiac. taurus character parallels. yennefer of vengerberg, the witcher / thea queen, arrow / o-ren ishii, kill bill / loraine broughton, atomic blonde / kuvira, the legend of korra / ardyn izunia, final fantasy XV / drusilla, buffy the vampire slayer

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

mother. annet thorne, status unknown  father. merrick thorne, status unknown siblings. six or so siblings, status unknown

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

tw: violence, murder, cults

You were born in the gutter, in a salt-cracked shack at the edge of a forgotten inlet. Your mother prayed to stars that wouldn’t listen as she scrubbed floors until her knuckles bled. Your father drank himself into oblivion and prayed the sea would swallow him whole. The others – siblings, cousins, strays who came and went – begged for scraps and prayed to survival, as though it were the highest form of reverence. 

But not you.

Even as a child, you know that you are not one of them. Not by temperament, not by destiny. Your parents tell you that suffering makes you strong – but their suffering reeks of surrender. You watch your kin beg and scavenge and call it virtue. You find their complacency revolting – how they would bow to the world rather than trying to break it. You look at your family and you see a cage – not cruel, not violent, just insultingly small.

By the time you turn ten, you have already made up your mind. You walk out before sunrise without so much as a goodbye. You steal a dagger from your brother and a coin from your father – a spectre hovering over them as they sleep in their own filth. They are beneath you – they have always been beneath you. And deep down, you think they knew it too.

THE CLAVE finds you in a border town – small, starved, and covered in mud, but dangerous. They recognise something in you – talent, sure, but also promise. Precision, purpose, poise. They call themselves warriors – disciples of order, servants of ritual and focus above all else. They see the way you fight like it means something, every motion sacred, and they mistake it for discipline. They mistake you for one of them.

They train you in the old ways – breath before blade, silence before strike. The Clave value balance, restraint.  You learn their form and memorise their chants. You study anatomy like scripture – learn the fastest ways to gut a man or make him talk. You master your blade like an extension of yourself – the perfect soldier. But while the others fight to protect, you fight to dominate. Where they seek peace, you find pleasure. And soon the whispers start.

They say you do not kill with regret, but with reverence. You do not mourn your enemies, you admire them – what a gift it must be to die by your blade. You dance through blood with a smile that is far too wide and orchestrate battles like ballet. They try to tame you, to shame you. They call your viciousness a flaw instead of an evolution. When they cast you out, they do so in silence – afraid that uttering your name might invoke your wrath.

When you return, it is with vengeance. You move through them like smoke – silence, sacred, unstoppable. They had moulded you into a weapon, and now they would see you turned against them. You slit their throats without ceremony and wet your boots with their blood. When it is done, you light their sanctum with oil and ritual salt. You watch as the flames dance, whisper blessings over charred bones. Your blade hums against your spine, as though pleased.

After this, the world is yours.

You drift from port to port like a ghost – offering your sword to whoever pays the most coin, or whoever offers the most beautiful prey. You do not kill for justice, but for pleasure. Not everybody is worthy to die by your hand, and you pick your victims with almost religious scrutiny. You carve a reputation as a mercenary with taste – never random, never messy, always clean and deliberate. Always with the scent of smoke left in your wake. Your sword is your god and fire is your offering – you are but a vessel of righteousness.

Eventually, the HARBINGER finds you. You are recruited without ceremony – a note nailed into the corpse of your latest client; a meeting aboard a sacred ship and a shaking of hands. It is a perfect fit – you all share the same madness, after all. They do not test you, do not question your skills – your name is already worth more than your weight in gold. They anoint you with a title: REAVER. A warrior of ritual precision – a weapon deployed only when the strike needs to be swift, focused, and final. You are a warrior who bows only to gods of your own design, who fights like prayer, who offers death as a gift.

They whisper that you speak to your blade, that you kiss it goodnight. That you remember every name you’ve ever carved into bone. And perhaps you do. Because when the fog rolls in and the ocean goes still, you do not sleep. You listen. To the fire, to the ghosts – to the beating inside your ribs that is always slightly out of time.

Worthy is the one who dies by your hand, and unworthy is the world that dared to try and keep you small.

[little-miss-of-the-sky]

Writing training !

It's training in the physical and moral description of a character, so it's only a one-shot. Let's get to it! 

Warning : suicide and depression mention 

The sound of her own heart invaded Olena's ears, beating rapidly and too erratically. The spectres, eternal servants of Hades, had decided to attack the sanctuary, showing that a new holy war was beginning. And despite the fact that, in her 24 years of life, she had spent 16 of them training for this, Olena was inwardly terrified.

The young woman took a deep breath, her thoughts swirling wildly:

"Come on Olena, calm down, calm down! You're the silver saint of selki, you can do it! You just need to find Raven so she doesn't kill Mû in revenge! I can't believe Raven was Hinata....my disciple..."

Suddenly, a cosmos drew her attention, for it wasn't even trying to be hidden. A young woman stepped out of the darkness. 

- Well, Miss Olena, your thoughts are so wild..... is this the fatality of being human?

Her voice was empty, devoid of interest, devoid of hatred, devoid of human warmth. Her surplice was not black but a deep blue-gray, the blue of the angry sea where men drown. Her face was concealed by a mask, on which were traced two long tears, and sad eyes. In her left hand, she held a dagger whose blade strangely resembled a bluish flame. 

Olena stepped back cautiously, keeping some distance between herself and this specter who gave off a feeling of emptiness. 

-Don't back down.....you're not my interest. I'm Tsuki, O-Kiku's specter from the celestial star of lies...

-Tsuki! You, of all people, have joined Hades! 

In response, Tsuki removed her mask, the starlight trying unsuccessfully to add a touch of light to her dead eyes.

  -Where's the old master, Olena? 

-Why do you want to know, Tsuki? 

-Oh.... to kill him, of course. 

Time seemed to stand still for Olena. Tsuki was the one who wanted to kill the old master, even though she had fought alongside him 250 years ago.

-Why do you want to do this!

-Because death comes to everyone. Don't you see, Olena? Depression, the death wish, is inevitable for human beings! I'm going to make her feel all that, before I take her life! 

-And what are you going to do afterwards? 

-I don't know..... commit suicide, probably. 

And that's when Olena noticed all the little signs. The armor that gave access to the veins. The red ribbon around Tsuki's waist. The almost sickly dark circles. 

Olena tried to attack Tsuki, but soon realized that she had frozen her by telekinesis. The specter was already moving away, digging her translucent blade into her arm.

-Actually, Olena. This blade makes people feel severely depressed. It's really dangerous. Well, I'm already there , so , it don't affect me . 

At that moment, Olena didn't see her as a spectre, but as a traumatized girl, desperately hiding her feelings while wanting someone to understand them.

-Tsuki....you know that if you kill the old master, you kill the Dohko you knew during the previous holy war? I know you loved him and that his impulsive actions caused the circumstances of your death. But he still remembers you, after 250 years....and I think that's beautiful. I really do. 

Tsuki bent down to place a letter on Olena's head, who still couldn't move. 

-I'll find it myself then. Thank you, Olena. 

Without a word, Tsuki teleported away, her telekinetic hold on Olena breaking. She immediately got to her feet, trying to retrace her steps. It was strange how the spectres seemed to be just humans, with different points of view. 

Should i write a fluffy love thing next, a found family thing , or the most horrible angst ?

[determinedowl23]

ten characters in godspell….. you know what else there’s ten of???? chapter 2 princesses

Jesus: Prisoner- i know he should probably be the princess that’s a literal goddess, but he’s such a Normal Guy in this show. prisoner is one of (if not the most) Normal Guy princesses. also chains. the fence. yeah.

John/Judas: Witch- betrayal and all that jazz

Robin: Damsel- she’s the most devoted disciple

Joanne: Nightmare- she’s just insane and gets attached to people too fast

Lynne: Tower- this was the last one i came up with i honestly have no clue 😭 she has that preacher moment in the beginning. tower has the most religious imagery. idk you could switch her and joanne/nightmare but i can’t justify nightmare here any better

Merrell: Razor- he’s the sword (umbrella) guy. idk im grasping at straws here

Jerry: Stranger- weird ass voices

Gilmer: Beast- her little puppet :3

Jeffrey: Adversary- my boy keeps getting his ass handed to him

Katie: Spectre- she just wants a friend by her side :)

everyone in this movie is too nice for the harsh princesses

[es-the-disciple]

"Would you like to hear about our absolute savior, The Spectre?"

"I am Es, the disciple of The Spectre! I live to spread the word of Its greatness all throughout this realm!"

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CURRENT EVENT: Unstable Mess of Memories

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BLOG RULES:

Anon magic is allowed! As long as it's not too crazy or trying to make anyone uncomfortable

No NSFW. Being a bit suggestive as a joke is fine, but no serious sexual asks

Any ships are fine! as long as they're not illegal or anything

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TAGS:

es.talks: Normal roleplay posts

es.asks: Answering asks

es.announcments: Speaks for itself

es.ooc: Also speaks for itself

es.art: responses with my art

es.info: Info about Es!

(Ooc during roleplays will be in tags)

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OC INFO:

She / Her Straight Ally Age: 20+ (She can't really remember her exact age) Fav Color: Red Purple.

More info linked here!

Design Ref // Abilities // Voice lines // Kill Animation Doodles // Voice claim <- Still loading as of now //

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MOD INFO:

MINOR!!!!!! PLEASE DO NOT FORGET THIS!!!!!

Call me Mod Sillie!

You might know me as :) anon, that character was based on this oc!

[that-bookworm-bitch]

More LIB possessed Grace with da ghosties<3 This is basically its own au now…. under the cut is a version without the ghost filter of Ruth and Richie cause I think it looks better.

(was this cause I didn’t like the first set of this….. maybe. But I do want to do a lot more doodles and maybe comics with them cause they are really fun. I have to many ideas for stuff, my god.)

[sillyfairygarden]

(champion's banquet anon here) this is all SO COOL :000 it's sad that it never came to be fully written but i really get that!! there are so many stories of my own that i'm still in love with, it just wasn't quite meant to be back then. sigh. maybe one day...

but retellings of canon are so cool and all your ideas for double life are too :D out of curiosity was the soulbond mechanic still incorporated into the world somehow? or the three-lives system? i am LOOKING at the part about scar and now i'm wondering if there was ever anything more thought up for other characters... my initial thought is ofc the rest of the divorce quartet (cleo and martyn!!!) but like bigb being called the spectre has gripped me by the throat for some reason

sorry if i'm being nosy, all of your babbling is just really cool!! if you'd prefer i can dm you my questions so they stop clogging up your inbox lol

[continuation from this ask!]

maybe one day indeed! the champion's banquet was a lot of fun to imagine up, both in the ways it would Incorporate the canon and also how it Rejected the canon. going through my notes, i don't think the soul-bound mechanic was a part of the story [loud booing] which IS HARD TO SELL on a story about double life, but it was one of those elements where i couldn't wrap my head around how to make it work in my story so i discarded it. when i wrote no number exists for griefs like these i did the same thing with the "taskmaster" mechanic because, well, it was sort of killing the dramatic tension of my villain story. LOL.

the other characters very much ebbed and flowed in importance. i'll be the first to admit i don't know all the DL cast all that well. i only really watch one POV per season, and the rest i get from talking amongst friends, fandom wikis, character meta-analysis, etc. but.

scar was an important character for his role in coaxing pearl into a more lonely, isolated version of herself. fanning the flames of destruction, if you would. bitter and scorned himself, he was company for misery for lots of the first few chapters.

cleo, martyn + scott would certainly be important... scott for his similarity to pearl (as discussed in the previous ask), cleo for her disdain, martyn for his pity. i really was interested in writing all of their character relationships with pearl as ultimately being too little, too late: by the time they've began to see her as more than a beast, she's out for their blood. regret, judgement and humiliation are really important parts of their character stories: especially when examining them from pearl's warped perspective...

bigb (LISTEN. i know they weren't friends in double life. unfortunately i am a class S tier nosey neighbors lover so he was going to be apart of this.) really obsessed with how weird and introspective he is and i think his personality would deeply confuse tilly & pearl.

joel was a character i hadn't written before when i was drafting tcb (looks over at the first disciple... guess we've crossed that bridge) his character was someone i really wanted to parallel with ohto, the bear king (where his title of manslayer had come from). as ohto had hunted her for being an anomaly amongst wolves, joel (and etho) hunt pearl for being an anomaly amongst humans.

lastly I LOVE YOUR QUESTIONS!!! hello!! i think i have a feeling i maaaaay know who this is <3 but only because i feel so grateful for the excitement and kindness you bring. you're welcome to DM me at any time <3

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

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hello there, im finally able to send my summer recs!!

One of my favorite fics in the mdzs fandom, and my favorite work in progress at the moment, missing only four chapters until it's concluded, and has weekly updates. It's a masterpiece, from the writing style, characterization, worldbuilding and plot. The author makes it seem like something that could have been written by mxtx herself, while giving their own skills the recognition it deserves.

At the beginning of the story we get to see Wei Wuxian's life, position and responsibilities in the Jiang Sect not only in the complicated and emotionally charged Jiang main family, but also showing how he interacts with the others members of the sect, how he is a good Head Disciple who is good at his job. How he interacted with the Lan and Nie delegations is a delight, not only because his interactions with Lan Wangji are the cutest, but because it also shows how political aware and competent he is, even if not a mastermind of a politics.

Everything is so masterfully done that it could easily be the path that the characters lives could have taken in canon, with how the characterization is faithfully done. The canon material is explored to the most subtle of details, and we can see the characters, the sects, cultivation and their society growing into their flaws and virtues with all the self-indulgence of fanfic and all the character of canon. - Anon

Dispersing Clouds

by dreamingofcake

E, WIP, 195k, Wangxian

Summary: While the Wen Clan is embroiled in subduing internal conflicts within Qishan, the Jiang Clan hosts the annual discussion conference. It has been one year since the disastrous archery competition where Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji last met but Wei Wuxian remains as optimistic as ever. An unlikely friendship begins to blossom and without the looming spectres of conquest and war to strengthen his ties to the Jiang family, the trajectory of Wei Wuxian’s life changes.

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[lostywrites]

Summary:

The Hidden Ones encounter a mysterious traveller from Azeroth. Recognising an opportunity to expand their influence and forge new alliances, they appoint Basim Ibn Ishaq, a devoted disciple, as their representative.

In a realm where ancient lore and magic are as tangible as the air he breathes, Basim must rely on his wits, skills, and newfound connections to fulfill his mission and unlock secrets that could change the fate of both worlds.

A Warcraft/Assassin's Creed Mirage crossover fic. Set before the events of Dragonflight and Valhalla.

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7

Chapter 8 - Respite between Realms

"After everything in the realm of Death…I wasn’t sure I’d survive, much less continue to lead. Instead, I find myself wandering aimlessly, trying to find purpose again. I don't even know what that is anymore…"

"But purpose isn't always something you find; sometimes, it's something you create. You have the power to redefine what it means for you."

Anduin turned his gaze from the window to Basim. "How do I even begin to do that? How do I move forward when the past feels like a weight I can never shed?"

"You start by acknowledging your pain and your doubts, just as you’re doing now. And you lean on those who care about you, who believe in you and your capacity to lead while sticking to the beliefs that have shaped you as you are."

"I'm not the person I used to be," Anduin confessed, his voice faltering. "I’ve found myself drifting further from the Light, drawn instead to the darker, yet oddly comforting embrace of the Void. I'm losing clarity. I can't always distinguish reality from these dark visions. The constant nightmares…"

"I never knew the extent of what you've been through. But I’m here to listen, Anduin. Whenever you’re ready to speak about it."

Anduin closed his eyes and exhaled a quiet sigh. "When we first met, I had already been using the Void. That day, as you and Vanessa were crossing the rift, I saw something with you, something I hadn't expected."

"What did you see?"

"I saw it clinging to you, a dark presence."

Basim's reaction was a mixture of surprise and a faint trace of fear.

"I could see it because of the Void. It enhances my perception of such entities," Anduin explained. "Seeing how it was tormenting you, I tried to pull you away, to separate you from it."

"And that's how I ended up on the island alone?" Basim asked, putting the pieces together.

"I thought if I could just get you away from the entity, even for a short while, it might help. I directed you to where I had been hiding, thinking it would be a safe place for you to regain clarity without its influence."

Basim masked his shock, keeping his reaction carefully neutral as Anduin spoke of the entity.

This was the djinn that had haunted him since his teenage years, a spectre in his nightmares that had begun to seep into his waking moments. That Anduin could see it was both alarming and revealing; it underscored the potency of the void magic the young king wielded.

[ghostofthefourthtemple]

Rules for requests :

Hi! How are you ?

I was getting a bit bored, so I thought I'd start a Saint Seiya headcanon blog. If you want to ask for something, all the rules are here.

They're long because I love to talk, but the most important part is: I'll be writing for. And the part: I don't write.

The other points are to make it easier for me to write. I advise you to read them anyway, it will be more practical for me.

If you want to avoid reading this: all headcanons will be tagged Saint seiya x reader.

I'll be writing for :

Saint Seiya : Original, Lost Canvas and Saintia Sho. (Maybe one day I'll add the characters from Omega, Next Dimension and Dark Wings).

I'll write gender-neutral characters. (As I'm not a native English speaker, I may leave a few mistakes in my wake, so don't hesitate to point them out).

I write for both female characters (Marine, Shaina, etc) and male characters (Mû, Aldébaran, etc).

If there is a character trait that you would like to see in your MC, please specify it.

For context :

I'm assuming that Headcanons without context takes place after the War against Hades and that everyone has been resurrected and is living their best life in the best world.

You can ask for Marinas as well as Saint, Divine Warriors and Spectres.

You can ask for Headcanons set before the War against Hades, but you must specify this.

I assume that people's ages are their canonical ages at the end of the story. (For example, Mû is 20, Manigoldo is 25, etc).

For characters like Seiya (who have a whole series where they are adults. Specify the character's age, because it's not the same thing to write Seiya is 13 at the end of the War against Hades and Seiya as an adult with a teenage son.

For Aiolos, I'm assuming he's 14 (the age at which he died) so if you want him to be an adult, don't forget to specify that.

For Shion and Dohko, also specify because I'm going to assume that they're in their 18-year-old bodies.

For Lost Canvas :

Specify the era. I don't mind transposing them to the 21st century but if you don't tell me that's what you want. I'd just write them in the time of the manga.

Character-reader relationship:

Don't forget to specify the relationship between the character and the reader in the request. (Like: Friend/adelph/child/parent/ master/disciple/partner/crush, etc.)

If you want Headcanons as the master or parent of a character, specify the age of your disciple child character, as the reactions of a 4 and 12 year old are not the same.

And if you want Headcanons as a child or disciple, specify the reader's age too, for the same reasons.

For our beloved Pope :

I can write about Shion, Sage and Itia, but don't forget to specify the period. Because it's not the same to hit on a young man as it is to hit on a 250 year old grandpa.

Character x Character :

I can write some. Assume that the same rules apply as for character x reader.

I'm not bothered by any couple (except for: don't write).

Alternative Universe :

Apart from an AU Lycée or University, I don't think I'll be writing any.

However, I do love the AUs where the Golds Saint are resurrected, after the War against Hades, as children and Seiya and co are forced to look after them. So if, like me, you enjoy seeing these poor teenagers suffer while trying to look after very energetic grandchildren, don't hesitate to ask. (But please specify the age of the children).

I don't write :

Adult/Minor.

Incest.

Yandere (Never, here, this is the world of care bears, the character loves and respects you and won't do you any harm).

Death of a character or MC (sorry, you're doomed to live here.)

NSFW (You don't want to see this carnage, believe me, I can't write NSFW and I don't like writing it).

Viol.

Torture.

Religion.