#Vignette Bunny

[roseblood222]

vignette/victoria from mona awads bunny

[bunnysmackie]

victoria (vignette) moodboard

[mkultrag1rl]

Oh, Bunny!

our tribute to Creepy Doll, Vignette and the wonderful Darlings in Mona Awad's Bunny

[triplechain]

The Dark World and Lorule

I am aware canon exists but I think it'd be more fun if things were a little different.

The Dark World and Lorule are one and the same... at least for the purposes of LinkedUniverse and Triple Chain.

Lorule hosts the Sacred Realm of Hyrule. (Hyrule Triforce in Lorule) Hyrule hosts the Sacred Realm of Lorule. (Lorule Triforce in Hyrule)

When Ganondorf entered the Sacred Realm in Ocarina of Time, he was met with Lorule's Triforce.

The two Sacred Realms are a fairly easy boundary to cross between the two worlds, as they both host a great deal of power. Still, the Triforce of one world is kept in the other as an additional layer of security. A crack still needs to be formed or otherwise existent, but it's far easier there than in other locations. And Ganondorf was not about to be stopped.

Crossing between Hyrule and Lorule is dangerous. Being cast into one from the other causes the true nature of the victim to show, though this can be negated through magic, such as through a Moon Pearl or preserving one's appearance in a painting. Without some form of protection, those who cross will be trapped in their other form unless they find a way to return to their original world.

Ganondorf was a beast in Lorule. He stole Hyrule's Triforce for himself and used its power to start laying waste to Lorule as a test. The people lived in fear of the Demon King. They wanted power to protect themselves. Rumors said he used the Triforce to get that strong.

And that there was another.

The Lorulean Civil War broke out, scared and angry people trying to find a way to protect themselves even after Ganon had left their lands to terrorize Hyrule proper. Tattered records state the people grew more aggressive towards the crown and made attempts to break in and take the golden treasure for themselves.

The decision to destroy it was the last resort for the Lorulean Crown. It was theoretically sealed away in another world - the one from whence the Demon King came - but that was ineffective. The Demon King still traveled to Lorule for the power he sought. Others could learn to do the same, crossing the boundaries with magic to reach the other world and take the Triforce for their own.

Destroying Lorule's Triforce cemented the kingdom's path towards becoming the Dark World. The royal family's power diminished over the years. The people could only watch as their land drifted further and further from the thriving world it used to be.

And then the Demon King returned. Sealed in the Dark World and sealing the kingdom alongside him. They could do nothing to stop him.

When Legend eventually defeated Ganon, several years down the line in his first adventure, he was able to reclaim Hyrule's Triforce, blissfully unaware there was another. Whispers on the wind spoke of another having once been in the Dark World before it was destroyed, but he didn't believe them. There was only one Triforce, and the Dark World was just the corrupted Sacred Realm. Easy as that.

Hyrule's Triforce was never returned to its proper place in Lorule's Sacred Realm. Though the Demon King did wield it, having the Triforce in their world did help negate the effects of destroying their own to some extent. It was kept "safe", in the Sacred Realm that once held Lorule's Triforce, away from prying eyes of the Dark World. Others apparently believed the stories of another Triforce and its apparent destruction.

It just took a little while for those actions to have consequences.

(Ravio was able to travel through the crack in the Sacred Realm by inserting a "Sun Pearl" into his bracelet, functionally a Moon Pearl but from people from Lorule. He lost it sometime afterwards though which is why it needed magic to travel through fissures later on.)

[bluesylveon2]

I was reading Ortho’s bunny vignette and noticed this. My boi got his own room!!! 😭

[yuurei20]

White Rabbit Fes Dialogue Comparison

Original Deuce: I’m already 16.

EN Deuce: I’m not a kid anymore.

(It is not uncommon for EN to adjust dialogue that references the characters ages, also seen in Book 6 and Phantom Bride.)

Original Epel: That’s 16:00!

EN Epel: Now you’ve set it for 16:00! How’d you even get it on 24-hour time?

(Maybe it is unusual for 24-hour time to be used outside of Japan, so this line was added to explain.)

This was the cronut’s first appearance in the original game but its second appearance one EN, as cream breads were changed to cronuts back in Book 2.

Credit to Twitter's Kanna for noticing that the original game’s “White Rabbit Home Delivery” was changed to “White Rabbit Deliveries” on EN, and “White Rabbit Festival” was changed to “White Rabbit Fest.”

Original Epel: Scythe Duke!!!

EN Epel: Cold One Duke!

("Scythe" becoming "Cold One," explained here!)

In the original game Deuce needed to eat one of two sides of a large mushroom, changed to bread for EN.

The original lines are a direct homage to Disney's Alice in Wonderland!

Likely removed for language limitations, the Black Bunny leader switches mid-sentence from saying "Deuce-san" to "Aniki."

Jack asks Ruggie's permission to call him "aniki" in a vignette, and Leona and Ace use it to refer to their older brothers. It is also how lower-ranking gang members refer to those above them in the hierarchy.

[verysium]

『03』 ブルーロック: blue lock recs

冴糸師: sae itoshi

lost to time by @syriiina

nostalgia. it’s delicate but potent. “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound” in greek. it’s the twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone – a feeling of a place where we ache to go again. but in sae’s case, it’s the painful ache in his chest to return to someone that’s already been buried by the sands of the past; the yearning for someone that’s already been lost to time. notes: this fic emotionally destroyed me; heavy angst paired with audio recordings; basically the most gut-wrenching combination ever; smooth chronological plot development; encapsulates the dichotomous pain and pleasure of love; i felt like my heart was healing and hurting at the same time

merry go round by @syriiina

what if you were given another chance? another chance to say all the things you’ve wanted to say, cry all the tears you couldn’t and hear the voice of the person you’ve cherished all your life? sae itoshi was given that chance. just one more chance for your birthday that he’ll never get to spend with you. just another chance at goodbye. notes: at this point this author needs to pay for my therapy; examining the process of grief; almost dreamy and hallucination-inducing atmosphere; idea of letting go; new beginnings; childhood nostalgia; sequel to first fic

to my first love / to my last love by @by-moonflower

when you agreed to date itoshi sae in mid-october of 1993, you never imagined he'd be your first love—whose presence would continue to linger in your life, hauntingly, even if a year, two, or ten came to pass. notes: high school sweethearts to exes to lovers again; examines insecurities of girlhood; idea of love being a process of trying and trying again; reader discovers herself before she discovers others; happy ending; pre-2000s nostalgia; montage/vignette style

come out and haunt me by @alaboadoa

sae is 13 years old when he moves to madrid. his temporary apartment is old and cheap, and worst of all it's haunted. but he finds your company better than nothing, even if you do tend to knock all of his belongings over. notes: incredibly well-written study of sae’s character especially as a pre-teen; honestly would've never expected a ghost AU; this author has such a beautiful mind; finding commonality in exclusion and lack of belonging; a unique rendition of right person, wrong time; loving someone but still not being enough

hungry hearts by @sanzu-sanzu-sanzu

You are Itoshi Sae’s Manager. Fielder of dumb reporter questions and keeper of his schedule. Among many others. notes: their dynamic reminds me of miguel and lyla from the spiderverse or that one kdrama about secretary kim; sae denying that he is in love yet noticing every little detail about reader; their witty banter is so funny; gradual realization of feelings; honestly i think this is how canon sae would fall in love

find love by @tenjiiku

“Mama?” “Yes, little bunny?” You call her by such a name because when she was a toddler she had somewhat of an obsession with playing leap frog with others. The original pet name had been little frog, but it had caused a rather large tantrum, so you never used such a term with her. Her father suggested it. It was the only thing he made that you still used. notes: i don't even need a rec to tell you how good this is; nuanced portrayal of divorce; honestly hit too close to home; idea of marriage not being endgame; slight hint of second-chance romance; love that never fades; sae being emotionally oblivious; for the hopeless romantics

the hanshin expressway by @tenjiiku

He remembers how sad you had looked — gentle, sweet and kindhearted you. And he remembers feeling the urge to hold you. Because it was the first time he voluntarily felt such a gripping emotion. He recalls the way your nimble fingers trembled around your second mug of jasmine tea, and he looks back on the way you turned to him with a forced smile, as if it was the easiest thing to do — to bear yourself and all of your little idiosyncrasies in front of him, no walls, no windows. Just you and him. You, reprimanded for your selfless displays of kindness. Him, admonished for his lack of expressing his. It was hard not to let himself fall into you. notes: literally even the premise of this fic is not for the weak; amnesia tropes are the death of me; prose is so tender and beautiful; sae being the one who now teaches the reader how to love; role reversal; reliving grief; idea of being unable to equate the past and present versions of the person you love; people change and you are helpless to stop it; being unable to return to what once was

rezkinoff / prelude by @tenjiiku

07.01. It is the first day of my break. I am going to journal both my fitness levels and caloric intake because my nutritionist has told me to. I will also note a daily observation so as to look back on my time with certainty that I have spent it properly and because you have told me to. Today’s observation: the heels of my feet are growing calluses and I found a single strand of white hair, still on my head. I need better shoes and hair dye. Perhaps something is in the water. — Itoshi. S notes: one of the most authentic portrayals of sae’s character; sae being emotionally inept but slowly learning; aging but as a graceful process; daily observations of life; the epistolary style makes it a smooth reading experience; ambiguous enough for interpretation

us, again by @ode2rin

in which: itoshi sae returns to the only place on earth he vows to never set foot again. notes: one of the best second-chance romance fics out there; i still think about this fic at night; just the right balance of hurt and comfort; sae and reader both messing it up and finding each other again; dilemma of both loving and hating a person; has a coffee shop scene and a dramatic airport reunion so what is there not to like

scraps by @itoshiexx

you give him all you have. it's time to collect the scraps before there is nothing left. notes: short but packs the most brutal emotional punch at the end; idea of love not being enough; sae pushing reader away; miscommunication; hurt people hurt people; giving up on someone you love most; falling out of love

conversations by @saerins

he’s back home, and you recall the times you’d spoken to him. all the calls you made, then all the calls he made, and then all the times it went to voicemail. notes: i was having a good day until i read this and started violently sobbing; honestly it's a pretty accurate reflection of fame and the troubles it brings for both you and sae; the voicemails crushed something within me; i was grieving for a relationship that never existed; please read when you want a good cry; thank god for the alternate ending here

do stars return? by @hanyjar

your childhood friend leaves, and you question if he’ll ever come back. notes: the way that i ate this shit up with no crumbs. sae itoshi and star metaphors go hand in hand. picture this: you and sae grow up and then he leaves you and then he comes back again. now amplify that and add childhood angst and a sprinkle of poetic language. you're welcome.

凛糸師: rin itoshi

the first snow by @tenjiiku

It’d take him 3 lonely nights for Rin to admit to himself he wanted to see you again. He wonders if he torments you as much as you do him. notes: two-shot that changed the trajectory of my life; this author absolutely nails the slice of life genre every single time; finding beauty in the mundane; realistic depictions of modern love; somewhat slow-burn; dialogue and internal conscience are beautifully written

riptide by @misssleepless12

Concerned with how things were left after U-20, Isagi goes to visit Rin before the end of break. They address it. Sort of. notes: not necessarily a rinsagi shipper but this fic has a stunningly accurate portrayal of MLM romance; no sense of false idealism or over-romanticization; rin and isagi’s natural dynamic is perfectly captured; strong imagery and cultural setting of kamakura; rin’s sarcasm is on point

カイザ: michael kaiser

five dates and a proposal by @by-moonflower

all it takes is five dates for kaiser to fall in love with you and you in him, much to your surprise. notes: this fic actually made me believe in love; strong female character; fear of love and gradual opening up; basically what it feels like to fall in love with someone you never thought you’d actually love; realistic depiction of insecurities

color me blue by @saekkas

in which you need to wrestle your boyfriend, michael kaiser, out of his bed to fulfill a promise: re-dye his hair. notes: domestic fluff; michael being childishly cute; imperfections as perfections; heart-warming snapshot of established couple life; never fails to make me smile when i reread it

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Epel, Cater: With Open Arms

ashldbasiyaod Sorry for getting your birthday fic out late, Epel 💦

I couldn't find anything in the vignettes to hone in on as the major topic for his convo with Cater... so I made up my own little tale based on the painting in Epel's Groovy illustration and used that as a jumping off point. Hopefully you still enjoy!

A Tale as Old as Time.

Red was not Epel's color.

It was too bright, too bold—and yet he felt his eye drawn to it. The color, a magnet with a pull too strong to resist.

There.

A fair maiden, her eyes shut, cupped the fruit in both hands. Dainty fingers hugged the apple--round, ripe, and skin the color of a ruby. It was unblemished and free of bites, trapped in the scene to be savored by the gazes of passerbys.

"Hehe. This one looks pretty tasty too," Epel murmured to himself.

"Are you looking out for every painting with an apple in it?" Cater teased from a little way ahead of him. His eyes glinted with mischief, and Epel was reminded of a Granny Smith. Not quite the same shade, but there was the familiar tartness, a slight bite.

"I guess so. I help out with produce quality control back home, so I think I just started doing it without thinking." He slightly inclined his head. "It's a nice apple."

"You don't know the story behind it?"

"Er, no. I didn't realize there was one."

"It's a cautionary tale about being wary of strangers!" Cater threw a wink to the first year. "They tell it all the time to kids in the Shaftlands.

"It goes like this: a girl lives in the forest with seven of her friends. One day, when her friends are off mining for work, a stranger offers her a juicy red apple. She takes a bite of it and falls unconscious. The stranger had poisoned the apple because they were jealous of the happy life the girl had.

"The girl's seven friends come home and manage to bring her an antidote, so she's okay. The stranger is chased away, and the girl and her friends are a happy family again."

"Gosh, that's morbid! Why'd you have to go and tell me that..."

"Hehe. Scary, right?" The amused trill in Cater's voice didn't match his words. "Envy can drive people to do some pretty insane things to come out on top."

"When you say it with a smile like that... I can't help but be a little worried, Cater-senpai."

"It's not that surprising. Happens all the time on socials!" his upperclassman chirped. The green of his eyes had shifted a shade darker. "It's much easier to turn on someone when you're looking at them through a screen instead of in the eyes."

Epel clasped his hands to his chest. "... Do people really do that though? Just go on the internet to lie and backstab...?"

"Aww, you're still so innocent, Epel-chan. Well, you'll learn about this kind of stuff sooner or later. Placing your faith in anyone that comes along might lead to you hurting in the end."

"Is that really how it is?" Epel's brows scrunched--as did his nose. It made him look like a frustrated little bunny. "It might be a city thing.

"In Harveston, we help each other out all the time. Everyone knows each other. If the harvest is heavy and we're short on hands, the neighbors will pick apples with us. When there's a celebration, it's potluck style. We each make a dish and share it with the village. My ma 'n pa... er, that is, my parents... they always tell me we ought to extend that courtesy to outsiders and tourists too."

"That must be the famous Harveston hospitality Lils told me about! It sounds so nice~" Cater sighed wistfully, then pouted. "It's rare to find a community as close-knit as that nowadays. In the largest cities, people are way too busy to pay you any mind. Cay-kun's got major FOMO!"

"Ahahah... We really did grow up in very different places." Epel smiled softly. "Tell you what. If you ever visit, we'll be sure to welcome you with open arms, Cater-senpai. You can be a part of our family too."

"Eh, you mean it?!" Cater's face immediately lit up--and Epel had to wonder if his sadness had been an act. Truth or lie? It was always difficult to tell with him.

"I might just take you up on that offer then," Cater crooned, slipping an arm around Epel's shoulder. "You'll have to show me all of the best attractions and local specialties! Oh, and the best photo spots!"

"It's a promise."

His mouth stretched into a cheeky smirk. The red of a shining apple and the taste of a teasing—temptations he failed to resist.

"And how about a juicy poisoned apple to bring back as a souvenir?"

[be-my-ally]

The Seatbelt Sign is On

A Big Bunny Vignette.

Bunny wants to get tied up, so uh, here we are. Playboy!Reader x 76/77 Elvis - this little plot-less smutty fic is set between The Lisa-Marie & Crash Landing. Although I think it could be read as a standalone. This is pretty much totally unedited, so apologies for any typos.

warnings: 18+ 18+ 18+. Light bondage. No safewords or anything but it is clearly pretty ssc**. Oral, and penetrative sex (p in v), slight overstimulation. 

75-77 elvis x playboybunny!reader (established relationship - here's the link for the rest of the series)

wc: 4.2k (miss concise smut is back baby!!)

** ((Spoiler: Elvis does say he has scissors in case she needs to be cut out - but he’s pretty much just holding her down with some ribbon and a seatbelt.))

Elvis often climbed up the stairs with his last burst of energy post-show - happy to collapse and settle in or onto the nearest chair, sometimes not even making it to his bed, taking in the precious hours of rest before the next stop. It meant that even though you were spending a serious number of hours with Elvis, it didn’t leave a whole lot of time that he was lucid or awake enough to actually spend it with you. 

You’d worried it was you, to start with, but you’d heard the guys whispering about him lately. About his lack of interest in the girls he flew out to meet him, or the ones waiting back home for him. You’d watched Sam looking you up and down a little smugly in the middle of the conversation as if saying without a word that there was a lack of interest in you too. The rumours that he couldn’t get it up at the moment followed raucous retellings of salacious events from years before that you were sure were heavily embellished if they’d even happened at all.  But, despite what they would gossip about, you never would describe Elvis as lacking in some way, and certainly not out loud. Sure, he didn’t always (or even often) have the energy to be intimate with you but when he did he was as considerate and, usually, as fun as ever.

Sometimes though you couldn’t help but feel like it was just…a bit bland. You still blush when you think about those first few flights on Big Bunny, meeting him in next to nothing for that rehearsal. Nothing has really come close in a long time. He certainly wasn’t behaving in the same way, and you felt a little like maybe you had become too comfortable together, or like a married couple or something. A distinct lack of excitement together. 

The issue, you thought while brainstorming ways of keeping it interesting, was that despite how brash and forward Elvis could be, he ultimately became quite shy and almost too respectful towards you while you were alone. You knew enough about how his brain worked to know that part of the appeal of the opposite sex was, for him, the perceived softness and ability to at least perform an act of gentle innocence. He could be brazen and arrogant while ordering you to dance for him, to roll his latest dirty film acquisition, yet when he had you alone he’d be almost apologetic, gentle. You didn’t want him to be mean to you, but maybe a little less of the…desperation. If he could just take a little more control again. 

It was at the end of a run of shows, Elvis tired but with it, when the answer came to you. He’d been carefully kissing the inside of your thighs, where you lay, still fully dressed on the bed of the Lisa-Marie when you’d moved your hands onto his head in an attempt to impatiently guide him. He’d tutted at you, immediately pulling away from your fingertips trying to bury themselves into his longer hair. 

“No, no, no, keep your hands outta the way, baby, gotta let me work.” He returned, but a kiss to a sensitive crease sent your leg knocking into his shoulder. It’s been a while. You can feel his grin even as he pulls away again to look up his lashes at you. 

“I told you you gotta stay still, I need my hands for this, can’t be holdin’ you down.” You’re not sure the noise that came out of your mouth could be heard by anything but dogs but he laughs, shaking his head, “What m’I gonna do with you?” You wiggle a little, and there’s a clunk of metal hitting the floor. You both turn to look, and your wide eyes meet his calculating ones. 

“You can. You know, if you want.” He stares at the seatbelt now trailing on the floor for a moment longer before responding, turning bashful; 

“Uh, well, I don’t know. I wouldn’t wanna pin you - I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable… I was really only jokin-“ He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it off of his forehead. 

“El- it’s ok, really, I think I’d like it.” 

“I didn’t, uh, I didn’t - do girls, do ya, do ya, uh, really like that kinda thing?” 

“Uh-huh, I think so, or well, maybe not every girl, but I like the sound of it, all tied up and ready for you, just having to take whatever you wanted to give me? Doesn’t that sound good to you too?” While you were talking you could see him looking at the belt, gently stroking your wrist as he considered the proposition, he swallows. You can tell he likes the idea. 

“You’d… you just, you’d just let me know if you want out right?” You laugh at his nervous questioning; 

“Lord Elvis, what’s running through that mind of yours to do to me that I’d want out?” He shrugs, glancing at the clock. 

“Well, not today, baby, gotta be ready for the show in an hour, ‘m gonna, gonna freshen’ up.” And with a pat to your side, he headed to the bathroom, leaving you there.

You realised you might have made an error in judgement bringing it up just then, just when he’d started to get going now you were left with your panties twisted to one side, skirt hitched, alone on the bed with the plane seemingly whizzing past any prospect of an orgasm today. 

——————————————————————

“We’re uh, going to Denver, you know, for the uh, burgers.” You pull the headset from your ear, as if blinking at it was staring at him and he would offer you more explanations.

“Oh, yeah… sure, ok.”

“Well, don’t ya wanna come too?” He sounds offended at your noncommittal response, but you don’t really. Truthfully, you still didn’t quite feel like you were rested from the tour yet and you knew it was only a matter of days before you’d be up all hours of the night and day and running ragged after him again. But, he made that dejected sort of hopeful hum that made you cringe at the mere thought of not agreeing to his plans. 

“Of course I do - I’ll uh, I’ll be there just as soon as I can.” It’s silent on the other end, and then, 

“We’re leavin’ now, so hurry.” Of course he was. 

It didn’t occur to you until much later that he didn’t want to go to Denver at all, and definitely not for the burgers - you’d heard Joe ringing from the comfort of Elvis’ fancy car-phone to make sure someone, presumably a pretty Miss Colorado of some sort, was home. Assuring them down the line that Elvis couldn’t come to the phone right now, but if they made sure they were at the airport he’d be there in a few hours for a flying visit. Somehow, you were able to listen to this - your legs nudging his, and his nudging Joe’s, without the slightest jealousy - just a mild sympathy for this girl desperate for the crumbs he was willing to lay. It would be much later that you would realise Denver had nothing to do with this girl either, that it was all an excuse for you. You’d realised there was some kind of ulterior motive to a lesser extent though as soon as you were, quite frankly,  shoved into the bedroom as soon as you had boarded. 

“Elvis! I’ve got a job to do!” He shakes his head, grinning at you and standing in the way of the door, 

“Nu-uh baby, I been thinking about what you said last time.” You didn’t expect that. 

“Oh?” 

“Yes ma’am, and you’re right.” You really didn’t expect that, 

“Oh! Well I can’t say I’m surpr-” You yelp as he pinches your side, 

“‘Nough of that, on the bed! I got ‘quipment.” You pause your stride towards the bed, looking at him grinning with his hands on his hips, it was all a bit sudden.

“Um, I didn’t, I mean, I’m not su-” He grins at you, 

“I thought you were Miss Confident?” He gets that sly look on his face, his eyes narrowing and crinkling in their corners, “You know… I’ve been readin’ up and I don’t know if I oughta be worried, liking this kind of thing is listed in the DSM you know…” You gulp, your stomach twisting a little, feeling a flush rise up from your chest to your cheeks. 

“Jesus El - I’m not the one with equipment! I just like a little…I’m an adult, and I know what I like and I think it’s unfair of you to say that kind of thing, especially when I know what you’ve been up to, and you know Hugh -  Elvis stop laughing at me!” 

“You’d have thought I was secretly sending you off to the nuthouse baby, the way you were carrying on then,” He manages to get the words out past his giggles, “ ‘s just a bit of ribbon, honey-bunny.” You both feel the rumble of the engine starting up, “C’mon we’re on a time limit.” 

“Well, if you’re - if you’re sure…” You bite your lip in nerves. 

“Where’d my conf’dent l’il bunny go huh? C’mon baby, ‘s no worries - you’ll like it .” 

“Are you - you know what you’re doing?” His mouth gapes a little, wide-eyed. 

“Of course!” He looks genuinely offended, for a second before grinning, “I got good at knots in the army don’t you worry.” He winks at you as he salutes, his feet knocking together and you giggle, your tension relieving itself.

“I’d be more reassured if you’d been in the navy.” He swats at you, 

“ ‘M better than any of them boys playin’ out on their little boats I tell ya, now hush and let me work here.”  Your breath catches again, “don’t worry darlin’ I saw this in a uh, blue movie, don’t ya worry, I know how you like it.” 

That did little to calm your nerves - his reassurance that he knew what he was doing too often led to some kind of mild disaster. “Well, ok, but - you’ve got, you’re prepared, right? You got some scissors or, something, haven’t you? In case you hafta get me out quick?” 

Elvis puts the bag back onto the bed, holding three fingers up - but his solemn face belies the comedy of the action; “I swear, swear to you, I’ll get you out if you want to be. Not gonna let anythin’ happen to my best bunny.” You look into his eyes pausing for a moment and nod, lying back on the bed. He situates himself between your legs, bending to place a feather-light kiss on the corner of your mouth, 

“Aren’t you gonna…?” You shake your wrists at him and he huffs a laugh, his breath fanning over you, 

“Gotta get you worked up first baby, ain’t no fun if you’re not ready to wriggle and jiggle around, is it? Now, hush,” He whispers against your skin, “let me work my magic.” 

He might not have been focussing his energy through his ‘healing hands’ this time, but you couldn’t deny he did have the magic touch, he barely had to brush his fingers over you, press a thigh against your side, and you were gone from the world, levitating above the bed, above the plane, into the sky above. You’re embarrassingly quick to turn on, making out with Elvis enough to make you squirm. After a minute or so he presses kisses against your clavicle, open-mouthed while his fingers fumble with opening the buttons that stretch from your neck to your thighs, almost immediately shoving his hands around the waistband of your tights and he tugs hard enough that there’s the tell-tale ripping sound of the nylon falling apart - if you’d been more conscious of it you would have rolled your eyes, somehow you never seem to be able to keep a pair for long around Elvis. As it was you were far too distracted to care, relieved simply to be divested of the fabric and you lift your hips to let him roll them off - throwing the destroyed fabric to the corner of the room. His hand supports your back as you lean forward, pulling your arms out of your dress, immediately wrapping them around his neck once you were free. 

He’s all-encompassing, someone else might find him smothering, the way his arms seem to be everywhere all at once, caging you against him. But you can’t get enough. Your underwear ends up somewhere, god knows where. You’re reminded again of that revelatory first time when he’s biting nibbling kisses across your chest, tiny pink bruises sucked onto your soft skin, Elvis’ hands pawing at you in that somehow hot clumsy way. He tweaks a nipple and your back arches to meet him, you don’t know when your eyes closed but you open them at the sudden loss of any sensation, 

Elvis is sat back on his heels, assessing you, rubbing your thighs firmly. He nods with satisfaction at whatever he sees, reaching up the bed for the ribbon and tugging your wrists towards him. He kisses your pulse, and you wonder if he can feel how it jumps. He tuts when the ribbon twists, wrapping it around several times and looping it over and under before finishing it off with his best attempt at a bow. You make eye contact with each other, and you open your mouth to tease him about it, but he stops you with a pointed finger, his eyes alight. 

“Don’t say a word.” You swallow your words, playfully snapping at his finger instead, and he laughs, holding your newly tied wrists above your head as he leans down to kiss you again. It’s somehow dirtier this time, whether because you just feel that way, or because he doesn’t take his time, biting your lip and pushing his tongue into you; forcefully mapping out your mouth. He works his way down, sucking a small, darker bruise on the underside of your left breast, you wonder if it was intentionally close to your heart. You tremble, wriggling against him and after a moment he evidently grows tired of pinning your wrists, his long arms not able to keep them pressed flat while he works down your body and he looks for a way to secure them better. 

“Well, I guess we didn’t think this through, honey, it’s not the right kind of headboard, so I s’pose you’ll just hafta keep ‘em there.” He presses your newly tied wrists against the pillows, fingertips brushing the velvet of the headboard and your back arches with the effort of keeping them there. His breath tickles when he returns to his place, and the air over the sticky wetness of your inner thighs makes your arms involuntarily attempt to come back down to hold him in place. Elvis tuts at you, leaning back.

“’S no good. You’re wriggling around too much.” He stands up, his hands on his hips to assess your predicament. He sits back down and peers down the side of the bed. “C’mere.” He hauls your body up and you wriggle up with him until you were high enough up the bed that your back was now supported by one of the cream-golden reading cushions and he was able to pull the seatbelt across your stomach.“Keep your hands there.” He pats them at the top, and you grip the top of the headboard as best you can. “Where was I?” 

You’ve lost all ability to speak, simply too turned on to comprehend what’s going on. There’s the barest hint of sweat beading above his eyebrow and glistening on his dark, longer, sideburns. Your hands twitch to cup his face and you whine in frustration, unable to reach where he kneels between your legs, your fingers clutching the dusty top of the headboard, desperate not to ruin the game. He grins, tongue running over his teeth, and you thump your head back against the hard cushion, 

“Elvis, c’mon.”

“I’m havin’ fun now, baby,” He sing-songs it delicately and you shiver, “Gonna get you so worked up.” His thick hands grasp your thighs, fingertips digging in, “C’mon, bunny, open up for me.” You have no idea if the growl that comes from his mouth was intentional, or if it just had the unintended side effect of your legs immediately spreading, your breath hitching. He leans in and you feel yourself tense, hairs pricking with the tension of the moment, desperately anticipating his next move. 

Elvis is clearly not unaffected by the sight of you - his breathing much harder than before and it tickles as he gently kisses your inner thigh, his pouty lips open. The very tip of his tongue ghosts across your skin, and you shudder at the sensation, aching for him. 

“Elvis you’ve gotta - you’ve gotta touch me.” 

“I am touching you.” His fingertips continue to dance, and you try to squirm a little, the seatbelt trapping you in place. 

“Nooo. Properly.” He chuckles, 

“Properly” He teases with a shake of his head and you whine again, 

“Ssh, shhh, I’mma take real good care of you, bunny, just relax baby,” He firmly rubs at your thighs, as if he wasn’t the reason you were squirming. You let your head roll back again, suddenly distracted as he teases you by the sight of yourself in the mirror at the end of the room, the dark mahogany of the wood-covered room and the dim light reflecting off of the creamy ceiling putting you into a soft-glow focus. You can barely see yourself beyond him, he takes up the majority of your view, and though the concept is hot to you, fully clothed as he was, it left little to look at - just your twitching tied wrists, above both of your bodies, really visible. 

Finally he’s kissing across your bare skin and you’d forgotten somehow, impossibly, in the time since you’d last been together like this, just how good he was at this. You’re already so sensitive, you can feel the cooling dampness in the air, and yet it still comes as a surprise at his first kitten licks how responsive you were to him. He presses one hand against your thigh, fingers leaving bruises from his tight grip, holding you totally open to him. Elvis leans back a little, grinning at your attempts to grind on nothing, and you might be ashamed at such a wanton display in the morning but right now you just need the pressure back. He spreads your slick folds with his flattened tongue, moving his fingers in to keep you spread open so that he can lick up to your clit, sucking on the little nub and sending you shuddering. 

Your legs are the only part of you able to move, and you wrap them around his, now thicker, waist holding him against you until the movement of his talented tongue and fingers make them kick out. For some reason, even though he wasn’t doing anything new, being secured down like this was making everything feel ten times more - like someone had turned your sensitivity up on a dial. He tongue-fucks into you, and it’s so hard to keep your hands where they are, writhing around as you were, desperate to hold him in place - gain better purchase to grind against his clever, talented tongue.

The singular focus he dedicates to this task always reminds you of that first time and having him so committed only adds to your enjoyment. Elvis renews his efforts, suckling like he needs you for oxygen, and the warm wet pressure builds until finally, you’re shuddering over the edge of orgasm, legs spasming and your back arching as much as it was able to do so - and the tension of the seatbelt across your body - pinning you down far more than you would usually be held, has you electrified, adding to your startling passion. You pant, trembling as he leans back, it’s scandalous how he smiles at you, catching his breath, lips glistening with your slick and you try to form words to tell him how earth-shattering that vision is, but you struggle from the sheer anticipation of watching him stand up. 

“El- Honestl-El, how’d you, it’s so good. You need, I need you -“

You cut yourself off, panting, as Elvis finally, finally, slips out of his lounge pants and jacket.  His tanned hairy chest unveiled itself, a perfect trail leading down to his hard cock, its pink head poking out, glossy with his precum. You shudder, and he grins at you wildly for a moment, before seemingly focussing on the task at hand, clambering back atop you. He mutters the same thing he always mutters as he presses himself into you, 

“Y’re good, y’re a good girl, bunny, swear it - y’re so, fuck, so tight.” It probably shouldn’t make your chest glow so much. He presses a hand on your stomach, just below where the seatbelt pins you to the bed - holding you in place for him to get himself situated. The firm pressure is almost enough to tip you over the cliff again. You realise you’re babbling, muttering pleas when Elvis kisses your sweaty cheek, hushing you. He jerks his hips once, twice, in time with your gasps before he growls, evidently incapable of getting the angle right and you suddenly feel yourself being tugged down the bed, hands leaving the headboard and seatbelt scraping your skin until you were lying mainly flat, mostly immobile.

“That’s it, that’s - that’s better - that good for you Bunny?” He doesn’t give you time to respond, laughing to himself, “ ‘course it is. You’re like one of them kids toys, what’re they called, those, those, slip n’, slip n’ slides. So fucking wet down here.” You nod frantically in agreement, stuttering out that you were fine, it was all good - but please, Elvis, please, just move. 

It’s a strange sensation, being unable to use yourself to get leverage, and it feels almost objectifying. Lying there just to be used, but you liked it, and Elvis took advantage, pulling and tugging to exactly the pace and angle he needed to chase his own pleasure. You plant your feet, when you manage to get purchase, able to use your thighs to your advantage a little. You can feel the edge rising, but before you get there Elvis stills, his mouth agape, sweat beading at his forehead and eyebrow, upper lip aglow with it, and you feel him pulsing. His hand comes down to stroke between your folds, as he slowly pulls out, and you shake your head - it was almost too much, but he hushes you, 

“Shh. Wanna see you go again, it’s only fair - ’n’t that the reason I got you all tied up like this.” You tremble, and he presses his thumb against you, it’s filthy, the viscous mix of your fluids. Elvis deftly rubs your clit, and your body shakes through the waves of orgasm until you squirm away from his fingers, completely overstimulated, 

“El- El, that’s that’s enough, I can’t - fuck, that’s too much - too much,” He laughs at you, stroking you a final time as your legs twitch. You lie there panting for a long while, and Elvis gets up before you do, cutting the ribbon off of you, not bothering to deal with the knots that had tightened as you struggled, and heading to grab a drink from the little dressing table alcove at the end of the room while you caught your breath.

The ribbon had done pretty well at keeping your hands together, he’d done them up tight enough that they’d laid fairly flat and untwisted, but still, when you rubbed your wrists there was a light mark and the hint of soreness, especially around the outside edge of your forearm. You unbuckle yourself, sitting upright slowly.

Clearly, there’s a reason people don’t usually use seatbelts like this. The rough edge of the nylon had rubbed you where you’d wriggled around, the lines criss-crossing, while the heavy weight of the gold buckle had left indents - several of which you were sure were going to bruise. You didn’t mind that so much, pressing a finger into the darkest of the marks. 

“Good Lord Elvis, I look like I’ve been whipped or something!” He glances back at you in the mirror where you’re now fully upright, brushing your fingers over the pink marks. He points a finger at your reflection, 

“No chance in goddamn hell. Nope. There’s not enough space - don’t you go gettin’ any ideas now, li’l girl. Absolutely fuckin’ no.” 

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[octahyde]

One thing I REALLY love about Ortho and his gears is that everyone who makes them has a very unique style to how they approach them.

Idia takes a very practical route: sturdy and realistic proportions, with aesthetics that stay grounded and true to whatever they’re based on but with Ortho’s body type in mind.

Ortho himself gets more creative; his designs focus much more on the aesthetic of the setting he is using it for than practicality, and he heavily prioritizes realism in how it behaves (as seen in his bunny vignette).

Mama Shroud goes absolutely all in on her own personal aesthetic, making him very sleek and cool with unique joints while also showing signs of being optimized for the situation if you look closely.

Playful Land’s magic pushes his body much more than it can with the others’ clothing: his body has much more realism in his clothing to the others (his groovy shows he even has trouser seams, something no other design of his has), while also giving thin joints in the arms and very sturdy legs to push the toy soldier look of how his body isn’t organic. Additionally, being magic and aesthetic only, he is still allowed the practicality present in his college gear.

Idk. I just think it’s a REALLY cool detail that reveals a lot about Ortho, his familial relationships, and the types of setting he’s in.

[took-hold-of-nothing]

You have to know, Ineffable bureaucracy is pretty much THE ship™ to me. It was the first and only ship that I love it so much to a point I drew fanart and actually wrote plot bunnies and vignettes.

I can barely function today because when is the last time a ship (a rare ship too) actually went canon?????? I never have a ship went canon!!!!! Until now!!!! Wtf!!!!!!! I spent the entire day looking at the edit I made last night and it doesn't seem real enough to me you know.

[cookiesuga55]

Winter Gains: Spring Vignette (Taekook)

Bunny hybrid Jungkook all warm and tubbed up like a pad of butter. <3

Jungkook pouts at the first spring flower that sprouts up because it means that winter is over and his metabolism will kick back up. His body will stop greedily stuffing sugar in his waist and start using the surplus of weight as energy.

Jungkook loves the winter months solely for the gentle fattening that accompanies the cold. Winter makes him soft and plump as he goes into a lazy, near hibernation state. All he wants to do is endlessly eat, nap, and cuddle.

He pets a chubby paw lovingly over the buttery swell of his belly and turns away from the window where the single, offensive, little yellow flower blooms outside.

His boyfriend, Taehyung is lounged on the couch bundled up in a fuzzy sweater. At least the tiger gained some winter fluff these months too. His cheeks are full and the cutest little pooling of pudge sits underneath his chin.

Jungkook doesn't want spring to come. He wants to be fat and cozy forever.

"Let's move to Iceland... or Antarctica."

[butchsophiewalten]

notable things from the update so far:

- the camera screen above shows the same area as "birthday" picture from charles's page

- the one below shows the lobby in front of the much-hyped poker maze (i think?)

- white box thing (?) in the right bottom corner

- name tag/plate behind the drink cup with "Bunny" and the letters C and H (i assume), which could hint at both CHris and CHarles. i want to lean towards charles since he is rumored to play a big role in twf4 but chris is always hiding around the corner here so anything is possible.

- the fact that we now have a security guard character, with the setup very much reminiscent of the classic FNAF security office (the plushie, the posters, the drink) which is clearly the afformentioned "CH-" character

- lots of questions about the yellow poster with the uhhh drumstick things on the far right of the screen.

Lol, a lot of this is basically what I was going to say in a post this morning!

For anyone who didn't see last night: the main page of Findjackwalten updated!

On it we see this:

With the top left screen playing a filtered version of the minisode from last month.

You're right that the top right screen is showing the same room as on the /0714-74 page!

We're also seen this room one other time, in Martin's twitter banner from June of last year:

Looking at the map of Bon's Burgers we get from the Bon's Burgers Commercial, I think its safe to say the hallway in these images is "Corridor A"

The location visible on the bottom screen we're also seen before, in a teaser provided by Martin to Instagram user Waltenews:

As well as in Martin's current Twitter banner:

But a problem I'm running into here is that I have no idea where this room is. Identifying features I'm looking for on the Bon's Burgers map is a med-large square or rectangular room with a door to the right side of the wall, and a table opposite the door (not completely necessary to be there -- the table may just not be marked on the map). The only room I think even resembles this in layout is the Employee area leading into the Backstage, which makes no sense because this room is obviously public-facing.

The only real clue I can gather is that this room appears to have a door in it with a sign hung on it, one that I would have to assume reads something like "Employees Only", considering it appears to be a metal door with handle instead of an open curtain like we've seen for public areas?

If that is an employee door, this could possibly be Corridor B?? even though I doubt it. The only thing that leads me to say that is the door layout being roughly correct, if we assume the curtained door leads to the censored area on the Bon's Burgers map? It being the location of the poker maze doesn't make no sense, but the room's layout isn't exactly consistent with anything we can see on the Bon's Burgers map, so it confuses me. Maybe there's something obvious I'm missing here.

About our mystery "CH" security guard character here, if we're meant to interpret the presence of the minisode on the screen as indication that the Local 57 spotlight on the mystery of Bon's Burgers already exists and has aired/is airing, then Charles would be long dead already. Which I think gives us a good idea of who this CH actually is...

Which begs the question as to why there's security cameras monitoring the inside of Bon's Burgers even after the restaurant's closure, if that really is what we're meant to glean from this. It also makes me wonder where this office building is, if the Bon's Burgers building is shut down and unused, and we've never seen or heard of this room in K-9 before. Maybe it's in the warehouse we've heard of? Or even some unknown 4th location?

This weird white box in the corner is interesting to me, too. Whatever it is, it's being obscured here on purpose. This corner of the image is the only one to have this weird shadowy vignette.

This yellow poster on the side is really killing me, too. Especially in how the "drumsticks" so obviously have Something written on them that is just illegible.

Lots and lots of interesting stuff happening in this FJW update...

[bunnyreaper]

thinking about making some little vignettes/flashbacks for nobody does it like you do...

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. I'm in the mood for a fic where WWX respects and accepts LWJ being vegetarian/pescatarian/vegan instead of it just being assumed that LWJ should adjust to match his eating preferences.

Vendors' Row by Full_Metal_Ox (G, <1k, wangxian, fluff, slice of life, food porn) a vignette of WWX and LWJ eating noodles at a street fair. “Experiences needn't be identical to be shared.”

Alliance of the Traveling Pants by JustAWanderingBabbit (G, 112k, 3Zun, WangXian, WIP, Canon Divergence) in Chapter 30, a fugitive LWJ, undercover in an inn full of Wen soldiers, is being pressured to partake of wine and beef; the waiter (a disguised WWX) sneakily serves him a portion of vegan mock-meat and a winejar of water.

flavour by livsn (G, 4k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, food, established relationship) WWX studies Cloud Recesses cookery to please LWJ. The focus is more on seasoning comfort zones than vegetarianism, but the payoff is LWJ’s favorite tofu soup.

leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood asshole dog, if you’ve met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation) it’s a modern AU (not sure if the requestor wants canon?), and it has wwx trying to find things that lwj will enjoy eating and drinking; it’s a small part of the main plot, but it’s a nice way wwx goes out of his way to be accepting of lwj throughout the story

请兔子吃晚饭; treating a bunny to dinner by yiqie (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU)

Were we the last to know (that we're dating)? by JC_Cathrine (G, 8k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, insecure LWJ, anxious LWJ, depressed WWX, implied/referenced self-harm, hurt/comfort, happy ending, LWJ centric, demisexual LWJ, pining, getting together, panic attacks)

dead doves: please eat by westiec (T, 1k, Literal Dead Dove, Qíshān Wēn Indoctrination, Butchering, Food as a Metaphor for Love, But Also As Literal Food Because They're Hungry, POV NHS, Character Study, [Podfic] dead doves: please eat by fensandpodfic (fensandmarshes)) bonus vegetarian respect from Nie Huaisang in Dead Doves: Please Eat, by westiec (NHS, reluctantly using his bird-catching skills to help feed his friends in the Wen Indoctrination Camp, considerately finds eggs for LWJ.)

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2. itmf some transmigration fics

It can be original characters or canon characters dying and transmigrate to another person

Fix it sort of

Write It on My Neck by diamondbruise (E, 23k, wangxian, ABO, transmigration, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, fake marriage, falling in love, misunderstandings, jealousy, happy ending, smut)

take me back to a time by DizziDreams (T, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Modern with Magic, Time Travel, Sharing a Bed, Fish out of Water, Man Out of Time, Angst with a Happy Ending, Student!WWX, Time-Traveling Wizard!LWJ, Slow Burn, reference to abuse, Canonical Character Death, Canonical Abuse, Canon!LWJ, Mutual Pining, Chronic Illness, Not A Fix-It, Transmigration, America)

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized (M, 50k, WangXian, LXC / OFC, Isekai, Transmigration, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Amateur cartography, Butterfly Effect, Sunshot Campaign, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Minor WangXian, No Golden Core Transfer, Dimension Travel, Politics, Self-Insert, Foreknowledge, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Transverse by Kytrin, Mslead (E, 192k, WangXian, ChengSang, ZhuiLing, ZhenYi, Dimension Travel, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Enemies to Lovers, Transmigration, Past Lives, Canon-Typical Death, Don't worry - he gets better)

Wait a minute! by tidemakers (T, 45k, WangXian, World Travel, Dimension Travel, Canon Divergence, Transmigration, Crack Treated Seriously, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff and Angst, Attempt at Humor, Isekai)

The Teenage Girl's Self-Saving System by mercyandmagic (T, 108k, WLJ/WC, WLJ/NMJ, wangxian, LXC/JGY, JYL/JZX, JC/WQ, OC main character, transmigration, everyone’s least fave characer gets character development!)

The Villain's Guide to Becoming a Plot Irrelevant Character by glowingreverie (M, 184k, WIP, NieYao, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Canon Divergence, Prostitution, Blood, zuanli, WangXian, Physical Abuse, xueyu, XiCheng, NingSang)

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3. itmf smut wangxian where top lwj keeps fucking wwx despite becoming soft. im sure ive read something like this once

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4. hello! i'm looking for a fic where jiang cheng's character is fleshed out? romance optional. also, any fics where wangxian are not virgins!

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo) uuuhhhh I /suppose/ Lynchpin????? You can't really get more fleshed out than a jc pov fic.

Moments of Revelation by meyari (T, 133k, ChengSang, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death, Time Travel Fix-It, Self-Sacrifice, Torture, Chronic Pain, Chronic anxiety, Grief/Mourning, PTSD, Chronic Mental Health Issues, Families of Choice, Original Supporting characters, Unreliable Narrator(s), Demonic Possession) is JC-focused

everything you ever hoped for by andreanna (E, 64k, JC & WWX, ChengSang, XiCheng, Character Study, Implied JC /Others, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Minor canon divergence, Background Relationships, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Requited Love, Suicidal Thoughts, Panic Attacks, Illustrations) focuses on the infamous list of requirements via a series of loves

Blur the Edges of Memory by geethr75 (T, 53k, WangXian, XuanLi, NieYao, Poly Junior Quartet, Post canon, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, jc friendly, good uncle jc, Good friend JC, no golden core transfer, Sect Leader WWX, Hopeful Ending, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, soft JC, Supportive JC, Supportive Junior quartet, Heavy Angst, Fluff and Angst, Mentions of canon typical domestic abuse, Smart OYZZ, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, JC-centric) is a nice JC time-travel fic

With Absolute Splendor by Lise (T, 43k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Wedding planning, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Complicated Relationships, Angst with a happy ending, [Podfic] With Absolute Splendor by kisahawklin, [PODFIC] With Absolute Splendor by Gwogobo) really anything by Lise that has Jiang Cheng as a character, but I'll especially rec this one as really digging into his psyche

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5. Hello Lovely Mod's! For the I'm In The Mood For - I was looking for some recs on where WWX comes back but finds that LWJ has died (in whatever fashion). LWJ can come back at any point if that's the story, but I'm looking for some stories where WWX returns and LWJ isn't waiting.

Thanks for all that you guys do!!! You keep my To Read section very full. @ommited-miscellaneously

The Second Siege of Cloud Recesses by Cerusee (G, 4k, wangxian, WN & WWX, WWX & LSZ, LXC & WWX, major character death)

Your Light by StellaMozzarella (T, 18k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, major character death, sorta temporary character death) and i think there was a recent itmf about fics where lan zhan is dead too

Over the Rotted Bridge by vailkagami (T, 314k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ dies, Wei Wuxian doesn’t die, neither do (most of) the  wens, JYL also lives, Original Character(s), outside pov, YLLZ WWX,  Canon Divergence, CQL Verse, Illustrated, Grief/Mourning, Non-Consensual  Resurrection, mute LWJ, Hurt LWJ, Slow Burn, canonical death of a child  (mentioned), Survivor Guilt, PTSD) 

The Second Siege of Cloud Recesses by Cerusee (G, 4k, WangXian)

the fourth request on this itmf post has a few

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6. Hello!! Itmf fics where the cultivators also have elemental control, kind of like in Avatar the Last Airbender? I can picture the Lan clan wielding ice, the Nie clan wielding stone, etc. It would be interesting to see how the characters slot element bending into their sword forms or night hunting methods. Thanks for any fic suggestions you can give!

Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender by KouriArashi (T, 181k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JC & WWX & JYL, Avatar fusion, action/adventure, families of choice, light angst, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, pining) Avatar! WWX, Waterbender JC, Airbending Lans, Firebending Wens (the author notes that “Wen Qing will be the Zuko”), Earthbending Nie and Jin.

this world (what I make of it) by glitteringmoonlight (T, 22k, WIP, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, WangXian, Avatar & Benders Setting, Avatar (TV) Fusion, Avatar LSZ, Light Angst, aftermath of a war, wangxian occurs but through lan sizhui's pov, and only after a while, Teacher WWX) Avatar (and Last Firebender) LSZ, mentored by Waterbending healer WWX; post-Sunshot, with the Firebending Wens eradicated and vilified in memory.)

Book One: Water by Dont_do_sadness (M, 43k, WIP, WangXian, ChengSang, XuanLi, Avatar & Benders Setting, Avatar (TV) Fusion, LWJ is the avatar, JC is So Done, and very sassy, Found Family Dynamics, chosen family, Friendship, Slow Burn, MDZS Canon Typical Violence, Genderfluid NHS, NHS is a Kyoshi Warrior, Protective WQ) Air Avatar LWJ; Southern Water Tribe Jiangs; Earthbending Nies (and genderqueer Kyoshi Warrior! NHS); Firebending Jins; Northern Water Tribe Wens.) The author does a capable job of shifting and reapportioning the character dynamics; for example, Avatar LWJ is a solemn and earnest Fish Out Of Water, meaning that Aang’s story-driving playfulness has to be carried by WWX.)

Mending the Pieces by JustAWanderingBabbit (G, 98k, 3Zun) although elementbending per se isn’t a thing in JustAWanderingBabbit’s third-generation post-canon fic Mending The Pieces, the fact that each Great Sect represents one of the Chinese Five Elements is a driving plot point, with the question of who will succeed to the Fire slot once held by the Qishan Wen.

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7. Hii! Looking for fics where hie huaisang gets tired of the pining and sets up wangxian from behind the scenes (Can be modern or canon era)

The second fic in like mayflies wandering series by @rosethornewrites (M, 12k, NHS & WWX, wangxian, post-canon, assassination attempts, introspection, regret, travel, WWX pov, ghosts, reconciliation, exhaustion, pining, feelings realisation, illness, found family, hurt/comfort, emotional manipulation, manipulative NHS, friendship, qi deviation, resentful energy, WIP)

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8. Hey! thank u for all ur hard work! This is an iitmf request and idk if it gets asked on a lot... but I wanna find fics where wwx cares for a child in the canon timeline (maybe cr arc, or bm arc) maybe pre-wangxian? I hope it's not a atall order thank you!

Check out #4 of this post

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9. For the next itmf, I've seen a lot of lan zhan FUCKS fics but I'm wondering if there are any in lwj's pov? Or even where wwx is the playboy and lwj is pining after him (not like fake playboy in canon but like actually this time)?

Beyond the Blue Sky by Lyna_Mei (E, 39k, wangxian, WWX/others, post-canon, angst, self-esteem issues, WIP) 

forget-me-not by mellowflicker (E, 31k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Sugar Daddy WWX, Sugar Baby LWJ, Professor WWX, Student LWJ, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Secret Relationship, Age Difference, Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain, JZX & LWJ Friendship, Family Issues, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs)

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10. Hello!!! You guys are doing the lord's work here! Most of what I read it's because of recommendation or someone looking for something interesting over here, quality curated content heh

For the next IITMF, if please: any fics where Wei Wuxian is actually Jiang Fengmian's bastard?

Any settings, any AUs, preferably if the situation has repercussions (societal or just personal, both are good). Thank you!

A Well-Heeled Man by littlelightbeams (E, 52k, WangXian, Inspired by Crazy Rich Asians, Morning Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sneaking Around, Mistaken Identity, Modern AU, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Declarations Of Love, Sibling Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romantic Comedy)

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11. hiiii i was wondering for the next im in the mood for you guys could recommend some not jiang friendly fics in which wei ying actually gets away from them thank you 🫶🏼 @void-unto-oblivion

🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, wangxian, time travel, canon divergence, fix it, not YZY friendly, not Jiang friendly, butterfly effect, no sunshot, madam lan lives, lan WWX)

🧡 Feline misconduct: How Wei Wuxian defeated catboyphobia and seduced his way into becoming Lan Wangji’s lap cat by Papriqua, vicchan (E, 44k, WangXian, Catboy WWX, Mpreg, Eventual Smut, Homophobia, Not JC Friendly, Cloud recesses study Era)

peacemaker no more by thelastdboy (G, 6k, JYL & WWX, JYL & JC, wangxian, modern, unspecified chronic illness, Jiang family dynamics, JYL pov, eldest daughter experience (tm), homophobia, not JC friendly, mental health issues)

Trials of Time by Muggle_Diary (E, 32k, wangxian, major character death, underage, time travel, not jiang friendly, not YZY friendly, not JC friendly, butterfly effect)

Through the Storm by marhikit (T, 33k, WangXian, Wen Xu/Male OC, WWX has siblings, Canon Divergence, Not Jiang Family Friendly, No golden core transfer, JZX   & WWX friendship)

A Future Family In A Broken Past by Hauntcats (T, 121k, wangxian, time travel, not jiang friendly)

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not rated, 11k, wangxian, age difference, dark lwj, manipulation, implied abuse, corporal punishment, happy ending, not jiang friendly)

My heart knows (you’re the missing piece)  by makexianxianhappytoday (T, 67k, wangxian, WWX & Jiang  family, BSSR & WWX, canon divergence, rogue cultivator WWX, not  Jiang friendly, protective LWJ, butterfly effect, no golden core  transfer, WIP)

Inchoate by Marinelifeclub (T, 17k, wangxian, WWX leaves Jiang Sect, bad parent YZY & JFM, not JC friendly, not YZY friendly, rogue cultivator WWX, protective LWJ, no golden core transfer, dark JFM, WIP) 

If only you knew (what goes on in my mind) by makexianxianhappytoday (G, 7k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, angst w/ happy ending, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ)

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12. Hi! Any good recs for Sizhui coming to terms with his Wen ancestry and what it means to also be Lan? Or just Sizhui reflecting on his family. I've read a couple masterpieces like the Stone-Filled Sea and This Blood in My Mouth but I would love to read some more. @distinguishedstudentfishalien

only begun to get to the person i was (i'm different when i'm me) by deadbeatrefrain (T, 27k, LSZ & WN, LSZ/WN, Character Study, Post-Canon, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, complicated feelings, Culture Loss (& Discovery!), Canon amnesia, Severe Trauma, PTSD, Anxiety, implied depression, Nightmares & Sleeping Problems, Physical Intimacy, Mentions of Canon Genocide & Murder, Mentions Of Canon Torture & Abuse, Discussion Of War & Its Aftermath, Semi-Graphic Description Of A Fatal Injury, world-building, minor sect politics, Fierce Corpse Problems, mild body horror, Lots Of Untagged Characters & Relationships (see notes), Minor Romantic Elements (see notes!), Hopeful Ending)

When You Wake, 怎能当梦一场 by MouSanRen (T, 39k, WangXian, WWX is in a coma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Modern AU, Single Dad LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Parenthood, YZY's A+ Parenting, JFM's A+ parenting) pls dont let the modern AU dissuade you, this is a heart warming fic from sizhuis pov about his place in the world, and his baba's place in the world💞

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13. do you perchance know any actor aus? A bit wangxian-centric or any other,,,thanks!

He is Wei Wuxian’s by devinokaze (T, 41k, WangXian, Modern AU, Celebrity, actor!wwx, singer!dancer!lwj, Social Media, Entertainment Industry, POV Outsider, Fluff and Humor)

life, drama and action by Akai__hana (G, 13k, WangXian, XuanLi, singer!lwj, actor!wwx, Social Media AU, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship, Fluff and Crack)

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14. hello!!! this is kinda specific: im in the mood for fics where lan sizhui finds out the yiling patriarch is his dad/father figure/guardian BEFORE he knows that senior mo is the yllz, and possibly even before he meets "mo xuanyu" in the first place. (anybody else finding this out is also fair game, whether or not sizhui knows.)

i've read "would you come home?", which gave me this idea, but that fic seems to be set in an au where nobody really knows who wwx was, and i want to be clear that that's not what i'm looking for; i'd much prefer either canon setting or an au (of any kind) where wwx is still (in)famous. what would it be like to find out you were raised by the boogeyman?

thank you very much in advance!!!!<3 @kisskissgotohell

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15. Hey Mods! I`m in the Mood for fics where A) LWJ and WWX fake-date but are like, oh, he would never love me ever! And everyone around them is just….facepalming. Maybe LZ`s POV but everything is fine really.

B) Also in a mood for a fic with LXC and JC fake dating for once.

Thank you so much, My life-Saviors! @desperation-is-my-middle-name

15A)

resonant frequencies by chinxe (T, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Pining)

On The Way To The Stars by kuro (T, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Star Trek Fusion, Science Fiction, Road Trips, Fake Marriage, Pining, Fluff, Separations, Wedding Rings)

A Suitcase and a Long Red Bottle of Wine by Sunny73 (T, 4k, WangXian, WWX's self worth issues, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Awkward Flirting, patient lwj, Hot Mess WWX, napkin origami, Chatty bartender WWX, Best Friends, Pining, Fake fiancees, rude donkey stickers, Demisexual WWX, Best boy A'Yuan)

The Intersection of Drunken Antics and Ill-Advised Agreements by Incandescentflower (E, 24k, WangXian, College/University, Friends With Benefits, Fuckbuddies, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Oblivious WWX, Pining LWJ, Drunk LWJ, Literary flirting, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Snow antics, Anal Fingering, Angst, Bottom LWJ, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, America, Switching)

C’est toi pour moi by eatmyass (T, 49k, WangXian, Modern AU, Jab We Met AU, Strangers to Lovers, travelling, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Slow Burn, Pining, POV LWJ, Endgame WangXian, All Is Not As It Seems, No cheating whatsoever!, Paris: the city of hate)

hold up a mirror by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 36k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Self-Discovery, Insecurity, Dancing, Knitting, Idiots in Love, Loneliness, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Wei Wuxian/Others)

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16. For your iitm posts, are there any fics where post-canon wwx is de-aged to his teens/cloud recesses self, and interacts with the juniors? Thanks! @kesterling

memories fade (but the love remains) by monsshi (G, 4k, WangXian, Temporary Amnesia, Curses, Memory Loss, Junior Quartet Dynamics, WWX is Loved, Light Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Attempt at Humor, Fluff and Humor, Family Feels, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Post-Canon, Brother Feels, Fix-It of Sorts)

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17. For an IITMF, what are the mods favorite podfics, if they have any? I only recently got into listening to podfics instead of reading ones, especially for longer fics, so I wanna know what the mods recommend! (Or anyone else!)

ModL: I am woefully behind my podfic TBR but I definitely enjoyed these:

For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea) (E, 15-20H, only fans au, getting together, pining, porn)

Gremlin Twitter Boyfriend by bluegeekEM, cantarina, duckgirlie, EosRose, exmanhater, fleurrochard, GoLBCollabs (GodOfLaundryBaskets), Gondolinpod (Gondolin), isweedan, knight_tracer, nyanxian, Opalsong, RevolutionaryJo, Rhea314 (Rhea), Rindle, sisi_rambles, Syr, Vorvayne_reads (Vorvayne) (T, 5-6H, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, JYL/LQY, SL/XXC, modern, twitter fic, fake/pretend relationship, pining, matchmaking)

[Podfic of] sweet as cherry wine by exmanhater (and a few others from them ^^) (E, 2-6H, wangxian, modern, mpreg, smut, pining)

Hi! I unfortunately don't listen to Podfics but we do have a Podfic Comp that might have some you'd enjoy ^^ - Mod C

kealdrakemna they have 3 mdzs works and they are awesome! (logged in only)

@gemaesteria has some great MDZS podfics and other danmei podfics as well :)

[Podfic] 小兔子 | Little Bunny by PandaReads (DrPanda99) (T, 30-45M, POV LQR, love language: acts of service, Caring LQR, Character Study, Canon Universe, References to Canon, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Comatose Qingheng-jun, Minor WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes, Mandarin speaking reader) is Little Bunny, one of my fave fics from dragongirlG.

We also collabed on a fic made for podfic here:

一家人 | One Family by dragongirlG, PandaReads (DrPanda99) (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Chinese diaspora, mid-autumn festival, Chinese Food, Family Bonding, Traditions, mooncakes, Podfic Length: 10-20 Minutes, Mandarin speaking reader, Good Uncle LQR)

I've done two long podfics with music fully integrated too here!

[Podfic] Themes and Variations in F# Major by PandaReads (DrPanda99) (E, 1.5-2H, WangXian, Modern AU, Classical Music, Getting Together, POV Alternating, Long-Distance Friendship, Podfic Length: 1.5-2 Hours)

and

[Podfic] I Don't Want to Debut! by PandaReads (DrPanda99) (G, 6-7H, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality Show, Idols, Celebrity, Social Media, Epistolary, Romance, Fluff, Footnotes, Kissing, Poetry, Podfic Length: 6-7 Hours, Mandarin speaking reader)

if you don't mind/enjoy cold reads, kisahawklin has several hundred hours of excellent podfics

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

[tinsnip]

A WIP GAME, tagged in by @ladyyatexel. Okay this does look fun. Show off my random crap? y yes, yes i like to do it

First we tag, and it's not as many wips because I don't even know that many people - tagging @aawrightworth, @0rb0t, @bmouse, @cosmictuesdays, @feltelures.

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Hmm... okay I am not sure how to do this, as I use scrivener and just have a giant mega doc for each fandom. Right now the fandoms are wrightworth and hereditary enemies (aka ineffable husbands) and outside the web (my novel that maybe one day i will actually finish). But I do have little plot-bunnies/lines of dialogue so that could work...

Oh hey i do have some random crap from garashir toooo oh ho ho

and so much deep dish nine? ummm

blind king (garashir)

geminon and raila bits (OCs)

life on mars (dd9 garashir)

night will have no stars (post-canon cardassia garashir)

prinnabits (OC)

unexpected telepath (OC)

ben surene (OC)

dd9 civil defense (dd9 gen)

dd9 hope is a four letter word (garashir)

dd9 road buddy (dd9 kira & dukat)

dd9 what a heart is for (garashir)

american teen (wrightworth)

my interpretation (wrightworth)

i'm not the one who leaves (wrightworth)

camping (wrightworth)

excerpts from eurovision (ace attorney gen)

pretenders = edgeworth vignettes? (ace attorney gen)

it keeps going folks

18. stickwork (wrightworth)

19. falling for the first time (hereditary enemies)

20. brimstone in his mouth (hereditary enemies)

21. dinner miscommunications (probably garashir)

22. don't trust a snake (ditto)

23. cigarette dangles (ds9 garashir)

24. ds9 please don't go (garashir)

25. ds9 trading spaces (probably garashir? i literally don't remember half of these)

26. exercise (garashir)

27. he wasn't wearing gloves (garashir)

28. hold me to this thing (garashir)

29. horns (probably garashir?

okay i'm actually stopping now? there are like fucking 50 of these things

i'm kind of glad i did this, holy shit

i sit here going 'man i don't write enough'

i wish i could stitch all of these together like a giant granny square quilt!