#prev character bashing

[beforeastorm]

9-1-1 Bashing Fics: September Update

Wanted to share an updated graph, now that Tommy has taken the crown, officially, as most bashed 9-1-1 character on AO3 (regardless of public/private works). The chart above is a mix of mains and LIs - either they just have a lot of bashing fics overall, or they've had more written recently.

More under the cut

Here's a chart with well, everyone:

Yeah that's a mess. How about just love interests?

Notes:

This is as of September 20.

Someone asked in the tags on a prev post about which 'ships the bashing fics are written for. Here's the thing - the tools I use are good for things like date, kudos, author, where the same info is in the same place pretty consistently. Because the amount of relationship/additional tags varies widely, it all goes a bit wibbly on that part. It usually grabs the first relationship tag pretty well, but whether the 'main' ship is the first listed relationship depends on the author. So I'm not really comfortable making claims. But as a treat, I will share that there is a Maddie bashing fic where the first relationship tag is CC-2224|Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi! Just, thought that was fun.

These are only public works - not any locked fics

As an aside, I keep meaning to run the numbers on the summer of buckfidelity/infideleddie, but honestly (unrepentant) cheating fics are... just such a no for me, every time I start I end up just closing my computer. It may or may not end up happening.

If people have any interest in other 9-1-1 statistics - feel free to drop a line!

[brightgoat]

I watched all of JJBA

My thoughts on it, no major spoilers:

FIRST OF ALL: If I were to recommend it to someone, I would say watch the parts in the order of: 3, 1, 2 (although 2 is largely irrelevant), 4, 5, 6. By all logic, I should hate this anime. It goes almost completely against my taste in fiction.

Continued under cut

Watching this anime is like getting waterboarded, occasionally a genuinely good moment will come where I am allowed to take a breath, but before i even register it some bullshit happens and I am dunked back in.

However, while getting waterboarded, I’m in a desert, i see the fucking stardust crusaders in the back, this is the only water source so while i cant breathe i am glad to have access to it.

Then finally, a particular moment comes, and i start drinking all the water, until theres nothing left and i finally breathe, and that particular moment is when father Pucci appears on screen, an essay on why he’s the best character coming hopefully never.

Watching this is like being forced to bash my head against a wall at gunpoint, and then being happy that my blood made a cool pattern on the wall. None of the characters act like real people. Time and space does not exist. Inconsistencies are everywhere.

Set ups and no pay off. Pay offs withOUT setups?? The characters describe their every action so honestly you could watch this with forks in your eyes and still know whats happening, except you won’t know from the intense mindfuckery that takes place.

But overall I had a great time. Amazing soundtrack, loved the OPs, I love the char designs and I love art that isn’t afraid to be weird and unapologetic in its weirdness, it’s insanely creative and the humour can be great, some moments genuinely had me hyped and my eyes wide

I loved how in a lot of episodes it focuses more on the antags, making you root for them (though thats often cuz the protags are annoying-)

My fav part is absolutely Stone Ocean, it has the best protag and antag, best visuals, side characters that I actually gave a shit about unlike most side chars in the prev seasons. Still rooted for the antag though.

My fav Jojo is Jolyne, second is Giorno (but the version of him in my head anyway cuz he had an amazing set up but shitass payoff in my opinion)

Fav side chars are Rohan, Anasui, F.F., Ermes, Bucciarati was alright I guess, I like Trish’s design, Polnareff was entertaining.

Fav villain is hands down Father Pucci, he’s the reason I watched this entire thing, the character who apPEARS IN THE VERY FINAL FUCKING PAR- Dio close behind. Kira was fun as well.

Gonna read Steel Ball Run maybe, because I’m still in the fucking desert and i need water-

[esoterichistoria]

Annabel gets a lot of hate in webtoon comments, that's what prev anon probably meant. But that's how the comment section often is in webtoon, any female character outside the MC tends to get unreasonably hated on. Like, I love Annabel but she does do messed up shit so I can understand why people might not jam with her, but most of the time commentors get reaallyy misogynistic with their bashing. (Insert "please at least hate this character correctly instead of misunderstanding their personality and satirizing their traits" notice). They thankfully don't get much traction in terms of likes so unless you look at the newest comments and not the top comments, you won't see them that much.

I guess it's because she has some qualities that people can find unlikable, but I think it's those things that can make her more interesting to us and help us understand her better. Her personality also stands a lot more than the other female characters.

Ugh yeah, I've seen my fair share of misogyny in Instagram comments towards real and fictional women. I would suggest to try and not scroll too far into comments if they upset you. /nm

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. hi! i love your recs and have read quite a lot of them. i don't care how long this takes, but can you please find me some Dom! And or top!wwx X sub! and or bottom twin jades of lan? ive rea a couple on ao3 but i fell like there should be more fics like this. Thanks in advance! @loverofloki1500

Dom wwx comp

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2. Iitmf some wangxian time travel fix-it but the one who time travels isn't WWX!

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing)

Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WangXian, WQ & WN & WWX, Canon Divergence, Angst, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-it, Not JC Friendly, Dark, BAMF WWX, mentions of abuse, Canon JC traits, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Cw for character death)

Sami's Same Moon Shines series hits on these, depending on the variation. The primary series is WWX time travel, but they have several variations where other characters (JWY & LWJ together and by themselves, JYL by herself) travel back to the time of their birth and change what they can. Several of the stories include ace depictions of JWY, LXC, and WQ. (Link in #10)

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics) (link in #4)

Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics) for what loose definition of Time travel is achieved

❤️ nevermore, nevermore by agloeian (T, 120k, lan sizhui & everyone, wangxian, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst w/ happy ending) a /Sizhui!!!/ time travel fic

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong) Jiang Cheng time travels

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder, Z chirurgiczną precyzją (podfik) by tehanu, [PODFIC] With Surgical Precision by Gwogobo, With Surgical Precision [PODFIC] by Opalsong) Wen Qing time travels

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3. Hi!! this might be a frustratingly vague request but I really really have been in the mood for this specific type of fic and it’s hard to filter for… for the next itmf post would you guys be able to recommend fics that give heart-squeezies? Not limited to this type ofc, but for example like the kind of fic where there’s a temporarily unrequited love or a miscommunication of some sort between wangxian that makes your chest squeeze? If it’s too vague don’t worry about it! sorry!! i should mention wwx pov would be preferred if the prev ask gets added! Thanks for running all this! @sortablue

Your Heart, My Table by Spodumene (G, 30k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canada, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Dynamics, Parent Death, Supporting Character Death, Chinese New Year, Comfort Food, food is love, Getting Together, food as a love language) ..if the requestor likes this then I would recommend this author for feelz!!

Common love isn't for us by feyburner (M, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Making Out, Misunderstandings, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Common love isn't for us [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

the soft animal of your body by sysrae (T, 15k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, modern culitvation, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Animal Transformation, Shapeshifting, Sort Of, Getting Together, Confessions)

Themes and Variations in F# Major by defractum (nyargles) (E, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, Classical Music, Getting Together, POV Alternating, Long-Distance Friendship, [Podfic] Themes and Variations in F# Major by PandaReads (DrPanda99))

Many happy returns. by orange_crushed (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Loss of Parent(s), Implied/Referenced Suicide, Past Suicide of a Parent, References to Depression, Anxiety, Therapy, References to Anti-Depressant Medications, Escort Service, Loneliness, Everybody’s Abandonment Issues, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Moving In Together, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Hopeful Ending, Recovery, References to Escorting/Sex Work but No Actual Escorting/Sex Work)

should i fly to los angeles (find my asshole brother) by belovedmuerto (T, 7k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Modern AU, JC POV) locked to ao3 users

when I look over my shoulder by cafecliche (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, exorcist LWJ, medium wwx, vague The Conjuring AU, some horror elements, Pre-Relationship, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort)

Bunny Baby by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, LWJ Has Feelings, Soft WangXian, Gender-Nonconforming LWJ, Protective WWX, Bad Parent LQR, Fluff and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV WWX, Autistic LWJ, [Podfic of] Bunny Baby by frostedhearth)

the boy who loves you by queen_gee (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Roommates, omg they were roommates, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Love Letters, Fluff, Romance)

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending)

play your love songs all night long by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (E, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Marriage of Convenience, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, One Big Happy Family, Sharing a Bed, (platonically for 13 years), Therapy, in the grand tradition of the untamed most of this is flashback, Pegging, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Romantic Comedy, Misunderstandings)

so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition, oh my god they were roommates, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, this fic is not about trauma, it's about the yearning, slowburn)

r/relationships by vespertineflora (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Social Media, Viral Reddit Post, Pining, Crushes, Friends to Lovers, Awkward Flirting, Romantic Gestures, Romantic Comedy, Love Confessions, Kissing, Happy Ending, r/relationships [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

It’s Over Isn’t It by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 68k, WangXian, LWJ/OMC, Oblivious WWX, Jealous WWX, One-Sided Attraction, Canon Divergence, it says LWJ and another character but it’s all one sided, we got a love triangle baby, Canonical Character Death, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

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4. hey, do you know any time travel fics in which the juniors (all or any one of them) travel to the past? its kinda hard to find any

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics) for what loose definition of Time travel is achieved (link in #2)

❤️ nevermore, nevermore by agloeian (T, 120k, lan sizhui & everyone, wangxian, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst w/ happy ending) a /Sizhui!!!/ time travel fic (link in #2)

And They Lived Happily Ever After... by Morgana_avalon (G, 51k, WangXian, Zhuiling, Time Travel Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Universe, Canon Related, set before the ambush happens at Qiongqi Path, Canon Divergence, Bunnies, Good brother JC, Good JZX, CQL Verse)

无别无离 | Without Farewells, Without Parting by dragongirlG (M, 30k, Junior Quartet, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Fix-It of Sorts, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, POV Alternating, Jin Ling's Hundredth Day Celebration, qiongqi path, Family Feels, Hopeful Ending)

Butterfly Effect by EHyde (G, 29k, Zhuiling, background WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Time Travel Break-it)

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5. for the next itmf, wangxian fics that take place post resurrection but not necessarily post canon? canon divergence totally fine but not necessary! thank y’all!

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX)

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6. Does anyone have a collection/recs for Wangxian adopting Mo Xuanyu? AU or modern or anything at all! I’ve read four-ish fic and can’t find a common tag to get more; the poor boy deserves the best gay dads out there. @tealeyedquatre

Not-so-accidental teenager acquisition by Zamietka (T, 10k, WangXian, MXY & WWX, Modern AU, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Friendship, Found Family, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, MXY Needs a Hug, MXY Deserves Better, Rabbits, Painter WWX, Sickfic, Adoption, Mental Health Issues)

a thousand fragile and unprovable things by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 5k, WangXian, MXY & LWJ, MXY & WWX, Modern AU, Trans MXY, MXY Deserves Happiness, Best Dads Wangxian, Handwaving The Legal System With The Power of LWJ, A little bit of angst, mostly soft, Happy Ending, Gender Happiness, Let LWJ Wear Skirts Agenda, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

silk linked together by theLoyalRoyalGuard (G, 6k, MXY & LWJ, WangXian, Modern AU, Autistic LWJ, Cellist LWJ, LWJ Runs A Rabbit Rescue, MXY Deserves Happiness, Fluff)

Seasons of Love Series by Sweetlittlevampire (T, 60k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Romance, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Happy Ending, LWJ Loves Rabbits, Farm/Ranch, Cottagecore Wangxian, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Weddings, Asexual JC, Demisexual LWJ, Scheming NHS, Found Family, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst, Family Issues, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Pet Death, Heart Disease) particularly part 3, Winter Lights, that's where we get Mo Xuanyu

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7. im looking for some trophy wife/milf wwx preferably in canon setting. thank you!!

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8. I'm in the mood for... A modern AU where wangxian are police detectives. Maybe in the homicide division? And they have to solve a case together. Or something along those lines @ranfused4ever

🧡 CSI: Gusu Edition Series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Hospitalization, Allusions to violence and murder)

Good For Betting by ana_cp (E, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) Fusion, fake date, Police, Getting Together, Fluff and Smut, Humor, Oblivious WWX, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Co-workers, Police Officer WWX, Police Officer LWJ, POV Alternating, Blow Jobs, Top WWX, Bottom LWJ, Horny WWX)

99th precinct by bichen (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Inspired by Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Episode: s01e13 The Bet, Co-workers, Attempt at Humor, First Dates, Getting Together)

As You've Always Been by feralhypertext (G, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, WWX and JC are cops, LWJ is a lawyer who can talk to ghosts, together they solve crime, Slow Burn)

Make My Wish Come True by justpeace (T, 9k, wangxian, f/f, modern cultivation, gender changes, case fic, fake/pretend relationship, Christmas, sharing a bed, getting together)

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9. Hellohello i was wondering if any of you knew of any fics that went along the lines of wwx reproaching jwy bc he knew who lived in the burial mounds, something like wwx (knowing exactly that a-yuan is lsz) asking jwy what happened to the little kid that lived there (bonus points if wwx directly asks what happened to his son/what did jwy do to his son)

I dont think i've ever seen anything like this in fics but i thought i'd ask in case anyone knew of anything like it (i am also feeling petty and in the mood for jwy facing the masacre that was the siege)

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10. in the mood for aspec themed fics! acespec arospec, aplspec, go wild!

Sami's Same Moon Shines series hits on these, depending on the variation. The primary series is WWX time travel, but they have several variations where other characters (JWY & LWJ together and by themselves, JYL by herself) travel back to the time of their birth and change what they can. Several of the stories include ace depictions of JWY, LXC, and WQ.

it's always open by ScarlettStorm (E, 60k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, vague north american setting, First Time, Getting Together, Pining while fucking, Some angst, Happy Ending, lwj FUCKS, Sexual exploration, demi wwx, not that he knows that yet, Kissing, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, confused but enthusiastic consent, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Switch rights)

Oh no… I fell for my gym bro?! by MusicMe_tc (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, and they were gym bros, Acespec WangXian, Demisexual LWJ, Demisexual WWX, Feelings Realization, 5+1 Things, Fluff, First Love, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Happy Ending)

reports of my heterosexuality may have been exaggerated by sysrae (E, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Getting Together, straight boy lwj, disaster gay wwx, demisexual lwj, the mildest of kink explorations, Heteronormativity, Hockey player WWX, wwx in drag)

Words from the heart by MusicMe_tc (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Secret Identity, Love Letters, Epistolary (kind of), Fluff, First Love, First Kiss, Asexual WWX, Demisexual LWJ, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Happy Ending)

so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition, oh my god they were roommates, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, this fic is not about trauma, it's about the yearning, slowburn) (link in #3)

yeah theyre just bros thanks for asking by victortor (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Intimacy, Aromantic Character, Established Relationship, Communication) the most tender, sweet, loving, softly heartwrenching fic ever, with aro wwx

defective. by Anonymous (T, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Aromantic WWX, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, One-Sided WangXian, Internalized Arophobia, Neopronouns, Self-Hatred, Heartbreak, Guilt)

some ace!LXC -

Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket (M, 290k, WangXian, Humor, Slow Burn, Post-Canon Fix-It, Long-Distance Relationship, Epistolary, Love Letters, Family Feels, a-qing lives, teenage romance, Adoption, Romantic Comedy, Happy Ending, Weddings, Case Fic, Parenthood, Politics) the 12 Moons and a Fortnight verse with platonic Xichen/Mingjue

冥婚 by stiltonbasket (Not Rated, 1k, NieLan, LXC & NHS, Canon Divergence, Ghost Marriage, with a sweet side of bodysharing, Hopeful Ending, Asexual LXC)

a different kind of mandarin duck. by Aphoride (M, 7k, LXC & LWJ, LXC & NMJ, LXC & JGY, LXC / Others, Asexuality, Asexual LXC, LGBTQ Themes, Matchmaking, But It's Not Really About The Matchmaking, The Trials of Dating While Ace, Supportive NMJ, One-Sided XiYao, References to Sex Work, Family Feels, Friendship, lots of fluff, Canon-adjacent, i think??)

civets that live in your ceiling are not pets that you give names like yao by The_Storybooker (G, 1k, XiYao, Asexual LXC, Civet MY, Cute, Fluff and Humor, Animals)

Best of My Love by Justkeeptrekkin, little-smartass (Linxcat) (M, 41k, XiYao, Modern AU, Asexuality, Asexual Character, In which MY is sex favourable ace, single dad MY, coming to terms with asexuality, Romantic Comedy, Fluff, Smut, (ace friendly))

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11. ITMF A) Some good Jiang sibling fics where lwj doesn't have to live in yunmeng. Like whenever i read twin prides of yunmeng feels, in the end it's always lwj coming to live into Jiang household. I just want some good Jiang Cheng giving away his brother. Can be in marriage i don't care.

B) wwx due to being depressed turns into a perfect Lan or him being not depressed but still being a perfect Lan. @whateverweilanlovechild

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12. Could you recommend fics where WWX Came Back Wrong from being dropped into the Burial Mound (or direct me to the correct tag)? thanks a lot!

You are what you eat by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 17k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eldritch WWX, Horny LWJ, Body Horror, Possessionof a sort, Cannibalism, kind of, Mild Gore, Teeth, Fluff and Humor, Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Monster sex, Switching, Light BDSM, Rimming, Self-Lubrication, Seriousness treated Crackily, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dead WWX) the Eldritch!wwx tag might be helpful

Imperfect Memory by xantissa (E, 61k, WangXian, dub con, Dark Fantasy, double identity porn, sub!LWJ, Drama, Forced Orgasm, tiny bit of blood play, Prostate Massage, D/s themes Falling In Love, Bunnies, mature LWJ, Magic, multiple OC characters, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Porn, Identity Porn, Dubious Consent, Trust, Happy Ending, Falling In Love Again, Angst and Hurt/Comfort) the actual yllz!wwx tag with Top WWX usually has him back as a more malevolent being (think resentacles lol)

through carrion glass, the stars by tombenough_and_continent (T, 13k, XXC/SL, XXC & LWJ, XXC & WWX, canon divergence, role reversal, major character death, sunshot campaign)

underneath your skin by tardigradeschool (T, 2k, WIP, WangXian, Hurt No Comfort, Sentient Burial Mounds, Pining, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Sunshot Campaign, Angst, wangxian is tagged but this is not romantic, no happy ending)

to creep in those empty spaces by Anonymous (E, 51k, WIP, WangXian, Mpreg, Miscarriage, Body Horror, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, False Pregnancy, Discussion of Abortion, Medical Trauma, Ghosts, Recovery, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Eventual Happy Ending, Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, main pairing is consensual, Blood and Violence, Gore, Past Child Abuse, WWX Has PTSD, Sunshot Campaign, not for jc fans, not friendly to the cultivation world in general, Rewrite in progress!, this will stay up for posterity)

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13. are there any naruto crossovers/fusions???? just imagining wwx interacting with sasuke, two people who are always being injusticed and fighting for the justice of a genocide (the wen remains and the uchiha clan, everyone?) for crimes they actually didn't commit or were the whole bloodline being punished for the crimes of one person with the same name ??

Staring into open flames by bluegrass (T, 8k, WIP, WangXian, Reincarnation, LWJ as HN, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Family Bonding, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Light Angst, Team as Family, Is this what they call a..., Fix-It of Sorts, ??, Crack Treated Semi-Seriously, WWX is a Good Brother, Uchiha!WWX, age gap)

local teens responsible for massive property damage call for hokage’s removal: ‘he’s really a bad guy’ by Aminias, Rustycat16 (T, 9k, WangXian, Naruto Fusion, Fluff and Humor, Canon-Typical Violence, Protective JYL, Team as Family, POV Multiple, Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto)-centric, Seal Master WWX, Fix-It of Sorts, Crack Treated Seriously, Hugs, Fake Marriage, BAMF Women) don't know if this actually counts, I'm just going through the WangXian tag with Naruto added to it lol

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14. ITMF angsty fic where wwx attempted suicide. Canon era. >15k if incomplete and no word limit if complete. @whateverweilanlovechild

Not Anymore by namelessname (T, 14k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, Suicidal Thoughts, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, but they're already married, Suicide Attempt, Mental Health Issues, Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, it is a heavy angst, Emotionally Repressed, Dissociation, Illustrations(but ngl I can't draw...), LSZ is Good, Post-Canon, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia (but only mild temporary and not real), (TW:it is quite sad though), (could be triggering idk), Nightmares, Survivor Guilt, Non-Sexual Intimacy)

Silent Goodbyes Taste Bitter by Starlight1395 (Not Rated, 26k, WangXian, vent fic, Hurt/Comfort, openish ending, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Depression, Anxiety, cloud recesses days, Angst, beginnings of Wangxian, Happy Ending, self deprecating thoughts, Mentions of past child abuse, Attempted Suicide, Panic Attacks, Blood, graphic self-harm and suicide attempt, only in second chapter tho)

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pianist, Getting Together, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Hospitals, Overdosing, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

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15. I read 'My Leaves Reach Ever for the Sun' and 'Wei Wuxian, Who's That?' and was wondering if anyone knew something with a similar vibe. Cross-dressing or disguises would be preferred but anything with WWX marrying LWJ to protect the Wen would be good.

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal) A partial match to the request - (cross-dressing and disguises, but post-resurrection WWX instead)

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16. For the next itmf can you recommend some married life wangxian fics? I'm in the mood for domestic bliss 💕

the lives of birds by bleuett (E, 15k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Gardens & Gardening, Fluff and Humor, Family Feels, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs)

Close Your Soft Eyes by timetoboldlygo (G, 12k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Married Life, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Mild Hurt mostly comfort, Communication)

spaces between words (hiding the truth skillfully) by PrismaticAvocado (G, 651, WangXian, Post-Canon, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Truth Spells, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Married WangXian, POV WWX)

tonight i can write the saddest lines by sarahyyy (G, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Amnesia, Falling In Love, Domestic Fluff)

the mortifying ordeal of being loved by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (T, 1k, WangXian, Birthday Fluff, Praise Kink, kind of, Fluff, WWX's inability to handle nice things, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Dom/sub Undertones, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known)

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17. I’m in a mood for some Lan Xichen x Nie Huaisang (post-canon) get-together fics

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MBO Robert's Rebellion: Episode 3

decided it would be funnier to call this MBO Robert's Rebellion (melrosing box office..... get it) but I can't be bothered to change the tag so that's staying the same

please check tags for content warnings!

anyway, this episode!! a completely made up tourney, because there are one or two canon tourneys I'm not gonna fit later on + at this stage it works in terms of assembling a few key characters for introductions and check-ins.

small time skip between this episode at the last btw - let's say it takes 3-4 months to plan a tourney Prev: Episode 1, Episode 2

Next: Episode 4

title for this one: Rhaegar: The Anime

A crowd of men and teenage boys cluster around the lists in the courtyard of the Red Keep, looking to sign up for the Kings' tourney. Standing in the background with his friend Jon Connington (12) stands Rhaegar Targaryen (14). Joncon encourages Rhaegar to enter the lists; Rhaegar wonders if his opponents would only lose to him intentionally, but Joncon insists they wouldn't need to. Rhaegar enters the fray to sign his name

opening creds I guess

Jon Arryn arrives at the Red Keep with his wards, Ned (10) and Robert (11), in tow; Jon's here for a bit of politicking, and to show the boys their first tourney. The three seem in good humour, and Robert, who has a new betrothal, wants to know if his wife to be is pretty. Ned asks how he's supposed to know, she's his sister

They're greeted by Tywin Lannister in the courtyard; as they approach Robert asks if that's the king. Jon Arryn says, may as well be lol

Arriving shortly afterwards, House Dayne. Big zoom on Arthur. Ashara is here too, and waves to Ned when she sees him looking

Later arrives Joanna with the twins. She wonders if it was wise to travel in her state, but King Aerys had specifically asked for her presence. Tywin observes the progression of her pregnancy, and looks the happiest he ever will about Tyrion. Aerys comes to greet Joanna, and, once again, manages to make it weird. This seems to grate on Tywin and Rhaella more than it did back in episode 1

With Aerys and Rhaella in their private chambers. Rhaella wonders if Aerys thinks she doesn't notice how he acts around Joanna. Aerys strikes her for the first time: Rhaella is shaken but not surprised - Aerys is surprised but not remorseful

The tourney grounds: everything's well underway. Rhaegar is competing, and Tywin (sitting beside Aerys in the stands) compliments his skill. Aerys says Rhaegar shouldn't even be competing, given this is a tourney to select a new member of the Kingsguard. Tywin wonders aloud if Aerys would allow Rhaegar to take on Jaime as a squire in a few years, and Aerys ignores this notion

Meanwhile, Jaime (7) is hanging around the stands with other kids, trying his hand against a few young squires. He's pretty good. Cersei sits nearby looking bored, tossing a wooden tourney sword between her hands. Rhaegar passes by, and she looks up distractedly

Robert and Ned approach Jaime to introduce themselves to the future Lord of the Rock. Robert laughs when he sees Cersei too, and wonders aloud which is which. Cersei (who has heard this joke enough by now) pulls a face at him and drags her bro away

More tourney scenes. Lots of crashing etc but none of that shit from HOTD as though every other guy is getting his head bashed in with the edge of a shield can we be serious

Rhaella & Joanna. Joanna wonders how Rhaella came by the bruise on her cheek. Rhaella is reluctant to comment, so Joanna changes the subject - she will be hosting their dear old friend the Unnamed Princess of Dorne at the Rock in a few months (GRRM I swear to god if she doesn't have a name by the next book). Rhaella tries to engage with this news but can't

Rhaegar and Arthur final two!!! I know u didn't see this coming. Arthur introduces himself to Rhaegar, and both seem to have the sense they've already met. Both mount their horses and ride at each other; Joncon losing his mind in the stands, Jaime discovering a new fanboy obsession. Arthur wins to great applause, but takes Rhaegar by the arm and raises his hand to celebrate the prince. The crowd roars, only Aerys looks pissed

Arthur made KG on the field. We get a sense of the gravity and acclaim that comes with this position. Arthur stands, but looks thoughtful rather than anything

Post-tourney bash!! Everyone enjoying a feast in the Great Hall. Aerys still looks kind of sour. Per obligation, he toasts Arthur. Arthur toasts Rhaegar. Everybody clapped :)

Aerys now in a big sulk, decides to take it out by aiming a few jokes at Tywin. Tywin does not prove responsive, so Aerys turns to Joanna and says (well I'm gonna have to type this out thanks AWOIAF) it seems feeding her twins has ruined her breasts. Joanna, lost for words, excuses herself and her children. Tywin shortly follows. Tension at the table

Tywin & Joanna in the Hand's solar. Tywin, in his anger, asks Joanna why it seems Aerys has such a preoccupation with her? It's an accusation, which Joanna furiously refutes, daring him to say more. Tywin doesn't, and nods his head in apology, leaves. Joanna alone, nursing her bump. She winces slightly

Aerys & Tywin alone in the throne room, where Aerys has been stroking his hand along the razor edge of the seat. He has a small cut, and hides it when he sees Tywin approach. Tywin says he will be departing in the morning to see his child born at the Rock, but perhaps Aerys would prefer he did not come back? Aerys like babe what u mean. Tywin like why were you so rude at dinner >:( Aerys says he was only joking w him. Tywin's like no about my wife!! Aerys makes some excuse, says he meant nothing by it. Tywin walks out without another word

In the coach home with the Lannisters. It's been kind of quiet. As they arrive at the Rock, Joanna is in sudden pain - but it's too early. Abruptly, she and Tywin realise what's happening; the children are rushed one way, and Joanna inside the mouth of the Rock

[hawkepockets]

re: prev post some of yall “love female characters” by occasionally drawing them chastely & domestically romancing each other with minimal dialogue & zero conflict before going back to the full sketch page of your preferred m/m ship, or by having them cameo in ur stories as the holder of the brain cell to emphasize how funny your boyblorbos are, or as a cloth mother or toothlessly funnymean battle lesbian, for fear of accidentally unfeministly bashing them by having them do smth real and unsympathetic. i need u to know when i say i love female characters i am so so serious

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what character makes you want to bash your head into wall because they are just SO

(yes, i’m taking that post wishing for an ask game as the ask game what about it)

(THANK YOU HAHAH)

Anon....do you know how many of my blorbos fit that description!?!?!?!?! I go thru phases with characters, whoever is most recent/prevalent is probably who I wanna gnaw on the most. Any time I watch/play/read literally anything, I always pick a blorbo that I can screech over. So many niche fanart ideas that never came to fruition sob sob. Maybe you should ask me by specific year and month LMFAO, nah cause I'm seriously so deranged abt it. But right now, obviously: Capitano.

GRRRRRRR HIS FULL OUTFIT REVEAL IS INSAAAANEEEEEWE!!!!!!!!!!! I WASNT EXPECTING THE WAIST!?!??!?!?! I was rly worried I wouldn't like his outfit, since in Lazzo he looked to be wearing a robe? So I was like, ah keep the coat on, sir. But it seems to be a cropped jacket?!??!!? It honestly reminds me a bit of Hussar uniforms tbh. And the fucking chains??? Sir. And the way he whipped off his huge coat. Agh. He reminds me a lot of my one oc, in terms of character design.

That tiny bit of waist. God. He seems to be a lot more built so I'm quite feral. In my prev post, I said I have categories of blorbo. There's outliers of course but if a chara fits in one of my categories, it's just a K.O. I love masked characters......so fucking much..... I was making weird screeching noises watching his short clips. He's so!!!!!!!!!

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run to the things they said could restore me

frustrated with the search for camille, magnus takes a break from the institute's search for her and reconnects with members of the ashfair family he hasn't seen in ages. he is finally able to face aric, who sheds some light on the full story of his wife's death and the children's move to new york.

part two of a series about the ashfair family and their history. prev | next

cw: mention of character death, alcohol consumption (briefly), discussion of grief and anxiety, mention of losing a child. heavy angst with a bit of a resolution

Magnus had a headache. 

Besides his current relationship issues and his constant worry about Alec, he was pulled away from a conversation where he felt like they finally had a breakthrough, only to search for Camille, who’d miraculously broken out of the Sanctuary at the Institute. If he had half a mind, he might have phoned a friend with better knowledge in tracking than he had, but he thought Eleanor would kill him if he tried. Maybe not literally, but she would certainly be angry about helping Shadowhunters, especially Lightwoods. And Desmin couldn’t keep secrets from his sister to save his life, so that ruled out the twins. 

He needed a drink, actually, is what he needed. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Maryse,” he said with a sense of finality. “You can’t Track vampires and I have no other information for you. I don’t know what she’s been involved with, or who, and I know she’s not stupid enough to try the Dumort.”

Maryse let out an exasperated sigh. “I understand. We need to check out her old haunts, though, like that apartment you mentioned—Andromeda—” 

“On it,” she said, already standing and prepared to leave. Before she’d sat down in the library, she’d changed out of her party dress in exchange for Shadowhunter gear; thick black pants, a black tee and a jacket that was covered in little pockets, paired with the several sheathes she had on. She was planning on getting into the field but like this, she looked much more professional and he felt like he could take her seriously. She wasn’t some sorority girl there to get on his nerves and have randomly good advice, but a well-trained Shadowhunter worthy of the Herondale name. Well, the last part was to be determined. She exited the library without another word, leaving him alone with Maryse. 

Not wanting to deal with that, he found a quick excuse to not stay there. Anything but being alone with his boyfriend’s mother, anything but that. “I’m going to stretch my legs,” he said, pushing himself away from the desk and standing up with an exaggerated stretch. “Won’t be long.”

She waved him off without argument, her face buried in one hand. He left quickly, heading into the hallway and deciding he’d wander for five minutes or so—maybe a eureka! moment would hit him and he’d suddenly realize where Camille was hiding, though he doubted it. He meandered down the hall until he saw someone else in the hallway, exiting a room down the hall a short ways. He recognized him immediately—not because he’d seen him recently, but because Jensen Ashfair was the spitting image of his mother, just a bit shorter. 

He stopped in the doorway and gave a small, shy  wave. He didn’t remember Jensen ever being bashful, as he acted like a toddler-sized bull in a china shop any time he visited, causing chaos and loud noises anywhere he went. If they took a walk or went to the park, he said hello to anyone and everyone who would smile at him. Then again, Alec had told him how close he was with the youngest Lightwood boy, Max. Grief changed people, as did time. Magnus smiled at him in return and carefully approached. 

“Hello,” he said, mirroring his awkward little wave. “You’re Jensen, right? Rowan’s brother?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re Alec’s boyfriend.”

He chuckled and nodded, trying his best to remember all the little things anyone had off-handedly mentioned about the boy. “That I am, that I am,” he said. He liked books, just like Rowan, but he didn’t know what kind. Just his luck, behind the boy’s back he saw something—maybe something that would help him. “What do you have there?”

Jensen shrugged and held it out to him, showing him the cover. It was one of those Japanese graphic novels that got popular in the last decade or so. Based on the cover, it looked like it was about pirates. “One Piece,” he said, reading the cover. “You know, I’m always looking for something new to read. Is it any good?”

“I like it. Simon showed me how to read it.” He spoke carefully and quietly, anxiety clear in his shoulders and tense grip on the book. Not fear, just a general sense of nervousness that he saw clearly in Rowan and their father. Family ties, and all that. “It’s backwards from a regular book. You read it back to front and right to left.”

“Is that so?” he asked, sticking one hand behind him in an attempt to summon something for the boy. Behind his back, blue sparks crackled as he found the object he was looking for: a figurine of the main character. Now that he’d seen it, he remembered seeing something similar in a second-hand store, and it was small enough that no one would miss it. “Well, strangely enough, I’ve got this—” he pulled out the figure, offering it to him— “right with me. Would you like it?”

His eyes lit up, just for a fraction of a second, and the green in his eyes shone like emeralds. “For me?”

“For you,” he said, letting the boy take it from him. “I hope you like it.”

Jensen nodded gratefully. “I do. Thank you…uh, what’s your name again?”

His chest contracted and Magnus felt like a piece of his heart broke off. He was so young and everything was no doubt clouded by grief—of course he didn’t remember him. “Magnus,” he said, forcing a smile. “Magnus is fine.”

He nodded. “Well, thanks, Magnus.” Slightly more confident, he waved and walked past him, down the hall and into the elevator. The little boy he watched through his babbling toddler stage, the terrible twos, and even his fourth birthday, had not a clue who he was besides Alec’s boyfriend. Alec’s boyfriend was a perfectly wonderful thing to be, he loved that boy more than life itself. He wished he could convince him of that. But that was all he was to young Jensen Ashfair, now twelve by his calculations. 

Magnus, continuing his search for anything to do other than sit in the library until Andromeda came back, turned the corner into the room Jensen had just come out of. It was the kitchen, where, to his surprise, sat Aric Ashfair at the small table in the corner. He looked up, just for a moment, and gaped at him once he realized who stood in front of him. 

“Magnus,” he said, his voice low. He sounded tired. “Maryse called you for help with the Camille situation?”

“She did.” He spoke carefully, his voice tense. Now wasn’t the best time to begin an argument, but he had very limited patience and that was the path his recent dealings with Aric took.

He nodded silently. Aric stood and began shuffling through some high cabinets, ones that most children would stay out of due to height alone. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the next cabinet over. Well, there was that drink he was looking for. He didn’t ask, just poured them each one and handed him his. Magnus took it gratefully and took a sip, though his eyes never left Aric. 

He was duller than the last time they’d spoken. All these years as the Clave’s lackey had worn on him, as was evident from the bags under his eyes and the gray in his hair. If he remembered correctly, he wasn’t even forty yet—he was much too young to look as broken as he did. He thought the same thing about Rowan, though he’d never voice such opinions. 

“We have a lot to talk about,” he said carefully. “Do you think Maryse will mind if you stay for a minute?”

“I generally try to appease her, but frankly, I could not care less about what Maryse Lightwood wants with me right now,” he said, gesturing vaguely with his g lass. “What is it you would like to talk about?”

Aric winced at the hostility in his voice. “I meant to get ahold of you after the party in Idris, but I got busy training Clary and you were off on your vacation—a well deserved one, I heard—“

“Skip the flattery, Aric, you were never one for small talk,” he said, becoming irritated and bored with his words. He was silent, so instead, Magnus took the opportunity to push the real reason they were here. “You had eight years,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “eight years to reach out, to say anything. But you didn’t. Why?”

The look that crossed his face saddened him enough to almost make him feel guilty for being so angry; this was too many years of anger held back for him to consider that seriously. “I still can’t talk about her,” he muttered. He looked incredibly small in the moment—broken. Despite his professional, high strung, and sometimes intimidating demeanor, he never looked more destroyed. “I can’t…I never even told Alice and Jensen what actually happened, I had Jia—” 

He cut himself off before his voice cracked worse, quickly wiping his eyes to look like he’d pulled himself together. Magnus just stared at him, that sense of anger and disappointment never fading from his face. “I have made a lot of bad choices in my life, Magnus, and I have reparations to make. I understand that.”

“Start with your children,” he said. “I talked to Rowan. I told them everything I knew—they weren’t just angry, they were hurt.” Magnus took a sip of his drink, gathering his courage to say all the things he’d ever wished he could tell him. This might be his only chance. “Did you know they came to me, wanting to know if there was a memory spell placed on them like what I did for Jocelyn?” he asked. Aric’s mouth opened slightly in surprise but he didn’t give him an opportunity to get a word in. “They wanted to remember me, remember Mollie, remember you before you left them!”

There was a beat of silence. A pause, where his words hung in the air, and where Aric let them sink in. “I wanted them to forget,” he said, choosing his words cautiously. 

Magnus fired back, a sudden anger rising through him. “You deserted your eight and four year old in a city they’d never been before, with people they’d only met a few times, to deal with the fact that their mother was never coming back to them by themselves! Did you think that was fair?”

Aric matched his tone and arguably pushed it further. “I didn’t know what else to do!” 

It was a rare day that quiet, calm-tempered Aric ever raised his voice. He worked in the shadows, never drawing attention to himself, preferring to see Mollie shine when they were together. Knowing this, he took a step back, leaning against the wall, and let him talk. 

“I-I didn’t know what else—“ Aric gasped for a quick breath and set his drink down on the counter behind him. He held his head in his hands; for a moment, Magnus wondered if he’d gone too far but he quickly deserted the thought. This, as uncomfortable as it was, would get him answers of some kind. Answers to why—why he found out about one of his greatest friend’s deaths not from her husband, but from another one of his friends who just happened to hear; why Aric had decided to leave his children in New York with the Lightwoods when, if he would have called, he would have been there in a heartbeat for him; and why it took him eight years to face him for his actions. 

Magnus stared at him, his gaze softening just slightly—not enough that anyone would notice. “What you had with Mollie was something I have seen very few times in my long life, Aric. And I understood how it broke you. I…” He trailed off, his thoughts turning to Alec. Now he understood what that pain would be like because he genuinely believed he found someone that made him feel like Aric loved Mollie, and Will loved Tessa. An indescribable love that was earth-shattering to lose. “She’s not gone, Aric. She’s still here—in Rowan’s stubbornness and their cleverness, their insistence on being exactly who they are and refusing to apologize for it. I’ve seen it, even in the last few months. I see Jensen, who looks so much like her, it’s uncanny. You just have been too stuck in your grief to realize that she’s all around you, and I wonder what that grief is going to do to you.”

Aric stared at him, silent, his eyes shining with tears that he held back with as much strength as he could muster. It was quiet, his words hanging in the air heavily, until he finally found his words to speak up. “It’s ruined me, Magnus,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I lost Jeremy, then Céline, then Mollie—and now one of my children won’t even talk to me, I—” He sucked in a harsh breath and ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t know what to do when she died. I couldn’t—I couldn’t get out of bed, I wouldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep; Jia and Patrick did their best for us, but they were grieving, too. I sent the kids to live with Maryse because I kept getting worse instead of better. I was angry, I-I was depressed, I started drinking, and I didn’t want either of them to see me like that.”

Magnus’s breath shuddered. He hadn’t known how Aric coped with all this, but part of it made sense. It didn’t excuse everything he did, but he was willing to give him the slightest more grace for it. More than he ever thought he would. There was still something he didn’t understand: “why didn’t you call me?” Magnus asked, his voice unsteady, despite how much he tried. “I would have helped you, Aric. I would do anything for your family, even if Mollie wasn’t here anymore.”

“I know. I know that, and I knew that then, I just…” he took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I wasn’t thinking clearly, and by the time I was in my right mind enough to start working again, the kids were settled in New York, Jensen had Max and Alice had Alec—they found their family. I realized they were better here, with people that could give them a family rather than the fraction of one waiting for them with me.”

He nodded solemnly. As much as he hated to admit he could be right about this, grief did strange things to people, as did any strong emotion. He remembered his years in London, struggling with his own demons, where the simplest thing could turn his world upside down and send him into a spiral. 

Aric continued after a beat. “I—I never told anyone this, not even Jia and Patrick,” he started, speaking like he was struggling with the words. He grabbed his drink off the counter and downed the rest of it—it was a bit impressive, actually—before he continued. “Mollie was pregnant again, when everything happened.” 

His words shook Magnus to his core. “You—she what?” he asked, covering his gaping mouth with his hand. 

“There were some issues with Jensen, so she didn’t want to tell anyone until she had to. We had just found out it was a girl, too, and our bedroom was just covered in baby name books.” He almost laughed, a wry chuckle that sounded like it hurt. “We were thinking about Victoria, but we never…” 

Aric sniffled and rubbed his eyes, very clearly trying to keep himself together in front of him. It had never been like him to show weakness, not to anyone. He always suspected that was why Mollie loved him so much—she was one of the few who he let past the walls he had around himself. From what he knew, he had them before they even met but she managed to crash through them in a way only she could. 

Both heard footsteps coming down the hall, towards the kitchen. They both paused for a moment, waiting to see who was there; Maryse stepped inside the room and looked between the two. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked.

Magnus opened his voice to respond but Aric beat him to it. “Not at all,” he said, sitting up a little straighter. “News on Camille?”

She shook her head. “Andy is on her way back from checking out her apartment uptown. She’s not there.” Maryse sighed, though she focused on Aric for a moment, diverting her attention from the missing vampire situation. She took another few steps forward, and looked at him as if she was inspecting his face. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice suddenly softer. 

He nodded. “Fine, yeah.” 

She frowned slightly and carefully, more careful than Magnus had seen her do anything, brushed a bit of hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. “Aric—”

He caught her hand in a loose grip, his gaze flickering from Maryse, to him, and back. “I’ll meet you in the library in a moment,” he said softly. “Just a moment.”

She took his words as they were and nodded, leaving the kitchen without argument. Aric looked at him anxiously, then at the floor like he was avoiding his gaze. 

Magnus smiled softly. “I am the last person that is going to judge you for moving past your loss, Aric,” he said. “Through it all, I silently hoped you would after a few years—because you deserve to be happy. That’s all I will say about that.”

His eyes widened slightly and he stammered, trying to find his words. “There’s nothing going on—”

He held his hand up to stop him—there was no sense in arguing about this, as he wasn’t going to share anything with anyone until he and Maryse were ready to. As far as he was concerned, he hadn’t witnessed anything. It wasn’t important right now, either. “I don’t care what Rowan says,” he said. “I know they want you in their life. They’re just angry right now. You have to be vulnerable enough to show them that you love them because they feel you don’t. Prove them wrong.”

He nodded and pushed himself off the counter. He started to leave, but stopped when he got to Magnus. “I’m sorry. For everything—truly.”

“I see that now,” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “I’m not the one you have to convince. And…just calling them Rowan will go a long way. They prefer their middle name. Just use it.”

“I haven’t even began to think about that,” he admitted. “But you’re right. I’ll, ah…I’ll work on that.”

Magnus offered him an encouraging smile, and even though it was small, he received one in return. Aric left to the library again to assist Maryse with the hunt for Camille, which he supposed he should be involved with too, but he had too much on his mind to think about that right away. He hadn’t forgiven Aric, not entirely, but he did believe he was lost without the love of his life and made poor choices because of it. He knew many men like that through the course of his life, some of which he still knew now. 

He drank the rest of the whiskey and left his glass on the counter, next to Aric’s, and made his way back into the Sanctuary to look for anything that might help them find Camille. 

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Title: "And Now Your Hand, I am Holding"

Look at me on a roll! Ah lovely, anyways. Here another one of my attempts at a small fic of courtesy of @merlinmicrofic . I really like this one, and I even wrote it in one sitting. This one flows a bit more smoothly than the last one which I'm taking as a sign that I'm getting better at this! Enjoy!

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Fandom: BBC Merlin

Prompt(s): Masquerade

Relationship(s): Mordred/Sefa

Character(s): Mordred, Sefa

Important Tag(s): Canon Divergence, Sefa Stays In Camelot,

Rating: Gen

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Mention of Blood, Mention of Past Deaths

Word Count: 500

“I won't let it.” He turned his hand and grabbed hers in his. “I promise. One day.” As if hope was the worst thing either of them could possess. “Oh, Mordred…” Or Playing their respective parts in Camelot, Sefa and Mordred take solitude in the armory.

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She wasn't supposed to be in there. A lady's maid hid in the comforts of the armory, among the sword, bows, and staves. Sefa might have laughed at the irony once, of all people for her purpose Mordred was the one who had wielded the surrounding weapons.

Though, she couldn't find that cruel irony anymore. She knew what blood had been washed from those blades, scrubbed from the creases of the leather; like her own hands.

The same thing that had Mordred across from her, sitting on a bench as the sound of stone striking his dagger echoed in repetition.

She wrapped her arm around the nearby pillar and leaned her weight against it. The sound of her steps and the creak of the wood alerting him. She smiled at him as he looked up; the ever bashful grin devouring them both.

Abandoning the pillar, she crossed the space and laid her hand on his shoulder. No tension in his body even as She brushed her finger and nudged aside his tunic, gazing at the mark he hid so carefully.

His eyes flickered from her hand to her then back to his dagger. Lips pressed as the ring of the blade against the stone filled around them.

She sat on the edge of the bench and let her hand slide down. Her palm against his chest, covering, once more hiding what they both so desperately coveted. 

“How much longer can we do this?” She dropped her hand.

He stopped. “However long it takes.” He readjusted his grip and striked it again.

She tilted her head down. “We don't have forever.”

“It won't be forever.” He covered his lie in a chuckle. That smile that faded all too quickly to be true as he couldn't meet her eye. He moved to strike the blade again but faltered.

“Mordred…” Sefa spoke, barely above a whisper. She laid her hand over his, the hands she knew weren't meant to wield a blade. Every part of her wanted to pull him away and take the both of them anywhere but where they knew.

He put down the stone and blade. “I won't let it.” He turned his hand and grabbed hers in his. “I promise.” He looked up. “One day.”

As if hope was the worst thing either of them could possess.

A breath escaped her. “Oh, Mordred…” 

Some pitiful attempt to understand his faith that was hers too was amiss. She knew it was and perhaps that was the worst thing—worse than their shared hope. The mock masquerade they could only dance for so long. They could only watch each other crumble under everything and the illusion to come.

She moved her free hand to cup his face and leaned in, pressing her lips to his cheek. The somber look was not lost as she pulled back and took it in. Her reserve, too calm. She dropped her hand and stood, with one last look as she turned her back and walked away.

[danmei-in-polls]

Okay I ran into something I'm not sure how to handle, I want to bring it to discussion.

So you know how there are various hot take-based tournaments around? And right now I'm looking at a poll from one such tournament which is about a danmei character, so fitting for this blog.

The issue is that it's kinda, how do I put it, character-critical? Not outright character bashing, but unfavorable view of them + worded in a way that may rub the fans the wrong way. (Honestly, the wording rubbed even me the wrong way, and I don't care about that character.) Here's the poll in question, it's about Jin Guangyao.

The thing is, when I created this blog, I was mostly thinking about situations of supporting / rooting for characters. On the other hand, the poll does fit the definition of 'danmei (thing) in polls'. So like, I don't want to spoil the vibe, but I'm a completionist - you see my dilemma. Which is why I'm outsourcing the decision.

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Leo:

Thinks he could beat a professional wrestler (Shell in a Cell)

Forces his brothers to enter a maze bc he wants to prove he’s a champion and tries to lead them  (Shell in a Cell)

Reluctant to make a portal to get them out of there bc he wants to be on the wall of champions (Minotaur Maze)

“Get behind me! My trusty cloud of noxious gas will save you!” as he wastes gas spraying it near the civilian. (Bug Busters)

Immediately suspicious of big mama  (Bug Busters)

As a result, didn’t get captured by her  (Bug Busters)

Is a poor winner (Bug Busters)

Gets thrown off a roof by Draxum (Bug Busters)

“With my last breath, I told you so!” (Bug Busters)

Believes there’s no such thing as ghosts and ends up being right, though he was scared for a bit. (The Gumbus)

“donnie this is amazing. And I know that everything I saw sounds sarcastic, but im being completely genuine…this time.” (Stuck on You)

Thoughts: Minotaur Maze is probably the most Leo centric episode so far, showing his desire to prove himself, which he admits later in the episode, showing his self-awareness. He is also prone to getting a big head as shown when he wins the wrestling match to the point that he intrudes on Raph interest. Leo is also suspicious of Big Mama despite her friendly facade, maybe because he’s a little insincere himself. It’s interesting how he seems to be joking as he’s falling off a roof, as well. He knows how to play the funny man even when things are really bad.

Donnie:

“dead eye Donnie shoots and touchdown! Or insert correct sports reference”  (Bug Busters)

“this will teach you to complement my work and give me my first positive enforcement from a parent aged adult ever” -d to big mama  (Bug Busters)

“Donnie blocker” (Hypno! Part Deux)

“I don’t know whats crazier, a talking puppet or raph actually being right about something” (Mrs. Cuddles)

Bootyyyshaker9000 (Stuck on You)

Denies creating albearto (Al be Back)

Thoughts: Probably the most notable thing here is how Donnie felt betrayed by Big Mama because she is the only adult that has complemented his work. That was also why he was likely so quick to trust her. He also installs antivirus software on April’s phone, thinking she would try to download malware (he’s correct). He shows his care for people by making things that would help them (or Donnie’s version of helping).

Raph:

Fan of wrestling and ghost bear.  (Shell in a Cell)

Gets so mad about leo defeating ghost bear and letting it get to his head that he faces leo in the ring  (Shell in a Cell)

Stops being a fan of ghost bear when he realizes that hes a cheater (Shell in a Cell)

“Okay remember the plan. Attract, smash. Zap, smash. Bash, smash!” (Bug Busters)

“She’s a nice lady leo, whats not to trust?”, “you would hurt a nice spider lady’s feelings, would you leo” about big mama (spoilers, she was not a nice lady) (Bug Busters)

 Afraid of mrs cuddles and also probably cats (Mrs. Cuddles)

Not afraid of bullies, though (Mrs. Cuddles)

Decides that tying his brothers together is a good team building exercise

Wrote a teambuilding speech on his hand (Stuck on You)

Thoughts: He definitely takes teambuilding and leadership seriously, although his plans could use some work and are often a little overly simplistic. Interestingly, both he and Leo had episodes where they correctly distrusted someone, and the others didn’t believe them. Raph seems to be afraid of things that seem harmless, but not afraid of bullies or spider mutants. Meanwhile Leo seems to distrust a smooth talker like Big Mama. Maybe because Raph himself is very sweet, but has a bit of a temper, while Leo is a smooth talker himself. I like how he likes wrestling like 03 Raph.

Mikey:

Stole donnies thunder and stuff the entire episode without realizing it (Shell in a Cell)

Believes in ghosts (The Gumbus)

is a fan of a content creator who gets like no likes aside from him.  (The Gumbus)

Thinks hes as much of an artists as michalangelo (The Gumbus)

Is good at stacking cans and has the memory to remember how to stack them (The Gumbus)

Screams loudly and clings to his bros when scared. (Mrs. Cuddles)

Thoughts: He seems to like niche forms of art like can stacking. Once again, his impressive visual memory is on display with how he is able to remember how the cans were stacked. He can be a little oblivious and/or self-centered, as shown when he unintentionally stole Donnie’s thunder all throughout Cell in a Shell. He also seemingly has an active imagination as he believed in ghosts compared to someone more realistic like Leo (in all fairness, weirder things have happened in this franchise). He also seems to rely on his brothers for protection, being the youngest.

April:

 Wants to be acknowledged by a popular girl at her school ( Hypno! Part Deux)

Ignored the Donnie blocker  (Hypno! Part Deux)

Some guy at her school as a crush on her that she doesn’t reciprocate  (Hypno! Part Deux)

Is excited to go to a haunted store (The Gumbus)

Enjoys jumping into action (The Gumbus)

Thoughts: She’s a bit of a fish out of water among her peers, though she does want to fit in, even trying to download something that is clearly malware. Despite that she does have an admirer. She is shown once again to be brave, even enjoying going to what Mikey says in a haunted store.

Splinter:

Wont let his kids watch skateboarding bc he wants to watch commercials (The Longest Fight)

“I will never marry any of them off” (Mrs. Cuddles)

Sings opera well (Al be Back)

Thoughts: Still shown as neglectful. He won’t move off the TV for one day to let his kids watch their skateboarding. If Donnie’s response to Big Mama is any indication, he doesn’t openly acknowledge his sons’ efforts and talents. Like 03 Splinter, he can sing well in an Operatic voice (and likes TV)

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IM CRYINNGGGGGG BAROUS VERSION WAS SO. GOOD. I can’t even describe in words I was laughing the entire way through and bashful Barou SO CUTE

LMAOASO ok first of all aikus comments in general having me HOWLING “he’s Italians it’s his culture” “he needs some pu-“ “the child locks for Niko!””yeah I’d make her feel better alright” LMFAOAJA the way nikos like I’m 15 and then at the restaurant “I’m 12” and Niko being like ohh no wonder why you’re calm aiku and he’s like yup cuz I get bitches LMAOOO

Ok but that’s almost exactly how I imagine the Ubers dynamic esp with how aiku and Niko mention that in reality they appreciate Barou’s presence despite all the yelling and whatnot

Niko lowk doing more than Aiku did between the res and giving Barou and reader alone time and starting the Barou hype train LMAO maybe this is secretly nikos extended au and PLEASE not aiku trying to rizz up the waitress and remember the lipstick shade

“You fucking donkey” MENTIONED WAHOO LMAO and also not aiku doing the math with the table seats and “my little bros just been dying to try your famous chicken fingers” BYE LMAO and then trying to advertise Barou’s muscles HAHAHAA OR LACK THEREOF lowk genius one point for aiku also BAROU WHISPERER the term has me sobbing its like they’re in a nature doc and then NIKO “hes…uh….kinda ugly…?”

Ok but Barou>>> respecting others relationships Niko lowk the ultimate wingman???

Anyways that was so perfect truly the embodiment of oaeu vibes I LOVED IT SHHSJSB the Ubers dynamic aiku and Niko teaming up and ofc BAROU another Mira banger checked off the list

Also scrolled past my prev ask HYDRATION guys hydreigon secret water type…

- Karasu anon

LMAOO OMG i’m so glad you liked it PLS i was laughing while writing and yesss shy barou >>> he’s so so cute HAHA the dichotomy of him being super cute and shy vs him being the villain king of the field always cracks me up

I TOLD YOU AIKU IS INSANE IN THIS ONE LMAOAOAO the “he’s italian it’s part of his culture” is my favorite line from the entire fic poor lorenzo catching strays and he doesn’t even know it 😭 and the aiku niko dynamic HFISJDSJ the “some pu—i mean a beautiful and loving girlfriend” is def top ten aiku lines he’s so goofy

the ubers dynamic is so fun i can’t wait to explore it in further oaeu installments (although besides niko none of them really show up until the oliver installment) but yeahhh they def all love barou deep down…occasionally VERY deep down but they do care abt each other nonetheless!!

NIKO CARRIED going back to phineas and ferb for a sec aiku and niko lowkey give major monogram and carl the unpaid intern LMAOOO oaeu aiku would be nothing without niko putting in the work

THE AIKU MATH WAS SO SILLY PLS AND THE ENTIRE SHIRTLESS INTERLUDE LMAOO wait also idk if you caught it or not but reader’s bestie’s dad’s ex-boss is niko’s dad 😭 very random detail but i just found it silly…DJDKSJ aiku and niko are just in shock that she managed to calm down because they’ve never seen barou in a normal setting but fr aiku pulled out his pokémon professor-sona for that one 😩 meanwhile niko’s just trying to gas barou up in any way he can 🤩 barou is my goat he would NEVER be a homewrecker 🥹 couldn’t be karasu…JK (even though he actually is a homewrecker in oaeu canon)

HAHAHAH no this one was def the pinnacle of oaeu silliness like this is what the series is all abt…it felt sm more natural with the ubers vs w sae because all of the ubers characters are very very silly already so the crack just fit right in!! plus BAROU REP this is the first time i’ve written him as a main lead it was very fun 😄 10/10 would write again

LMAO i saw that but it’s okay autocorrect is just an opp literally the entire time i was writing barou’s oaeu it wanted me to change aiku to haiku and barou to baron i was like no actually that’s not what i want…pokémon names cause it to wig out and come up w truly insane stuff so no worries!!

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Infinite Respawns: Stories About Those Who Have Been Chosen

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Chapter Summary: Patton takes a stroll through the oak forest with a friend. Both of them die, only one of them stays dead.

Words: 468

Patton was fine. More than fine. He couldn’t truly die. He should be happy.

He had been thirteen when he figured out that he’d been chosen. Chosen by a god whose name was long forgotten, chosen to be an adventurer. And he really, really wished he hadn’t. If only he had been smarter, if only he had understood just how dangerous everything was no one would’ve been hurt, no one would’ve died. But he should be grateful, shouldn’t he, after all he respawned.

Still, he remembers walking into the oak forest surrounding the village with his friend. Lorenia had gone with him, and they were both collecting flowers to decorate the town with. She had wanted one to give to the local iron golem in training, Franklin, as Lorenia had become infatuated with him. They had strayed just a little ways off the path when he saw it, and screamed. Lorenia looked over and backed into the trees behind her, both terrified.

It was the biggest spider Patton had ever seen, and the scream had caught it’s attention. It started walking over, investigating him, when Lorenia picked up the stick. (How Patton wished he could go back in time and stop her from doing that, but it was too late now.) Patton was scrambling backwards, away from the thing when she hit it, and it hissed violently. Turning around viciously and quickly, it started attacking her, and Patton hit it with his hands, trying to get it to stop. Tears were streaming out of his eyes as he bashed the creature over and over again, doing barely any damage. He managed to hit it three times before it killed her, it’s fangs ripping through her clothes, leaving her guts spilled out on the floor. Patton let another scream rip through his chest, trying to hit it again, but it turned to quickly, and started attacking him. As he tried to keep fighting it, he quickly learned that it was no use, the spider bit through his arm first, before focusing on his torso, and Patton couldn’t move. And then finally, he died. Or at least he thought he did.

When he woke up in his bed, he almost thought it was just a horrible nightmare. But as he searched town for Lorenia, he had a sinking feeling that something was wrong. Eventually, the village elder came by, asking him what happened. Breaking down, he told her the story and, she told him that he was chosen. Chosen by the gods to be an adventurer. And she told him that Lorenia was dead, not having been blessed like Patton.

Patton left the town when he was fifteen. It has been ten years since he’d left, and he tried to be happy. He really did, but how could he be?

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I love to learn new things, so please correct me if needed but without yelling at me because I kind of hate being yelled at, because I had bad personal life experiences in the past. My muses, despite some being quite closer to my personality are NOT me so please be aware of the differences between muse and writer.

I get super duper fired up when talking about the things I love the most. However I can be quite harsh and critical about said stuff as well. I tend to get a lot of brainstorms so if I’m messaging you that much please tell me and I will slow down my pace. 

I also get excited when writing a thread, so I tend to reply hella quickly while I still have in mind what to say. Don’t rush me, but give me small reminders if I forget to reply since there’s a chance I actually forgot to or thought it was your turn when in fact I hadn’t replied in the first place.

I also draw. Like, a lot. Quite compulsive. Some of my non-canon-material icons are my own art. And I feel a bit uncomfortable by using other people’s art WITHOUT their permission. So yeah, I do my own doodled icons… When I get energy for those.

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22: Succumbing to the Darkening Alt [wrong end 8 ★8]

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This an alt of last week’s wrong end 8 ★8 from Book of Shadows Episode #5, taking place in Blood Covered’s Chapter 2. I know this can be repetitive, but this section is just too good not to do over and over with everyone I like lmao Only one more alt of this, next time with Charlie!

Pairing: Wilbur and Minx

Word Count: 3382

Chapter TWs: Blood and Gore, Graphic Depictions of Violence/Gore, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Mind Manipulation ("Darkening"), Torture

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Whatever you do, don’t look behind you.

Immediately upon reading the note sitting beside the candle on the steps, Wilbur stood up a little straighter, wondering to himself—What happens if I do?

He didn’t ponder for long, not taking the note very seriously and turning to glance back over his shoulder, only to recognize the female figure coming up the steps behind him. Minx looked up and smiled, jogging to catch up with him. “Wilbur…!”

“Minx…” Wilbur greeted, before realizing that she wasn’t alone when he had left her by the poolside earlier. “Where's Schlatt?" 

“I don't fuckin’ know. He was with me until a short while ago, but then we found ourselves running from a man with… an axe, I think… and we got separated and shit.” Minx explained unhurriedly, looking around the stairwell anxiously.

“I see… That's rather worrisome. I hope he's alright.” Wilbur commented evenly, hoping to calm her worries even a little bit. “How about you? You're not hurt, are you?”

“I'm fine. This isn't my blood.” Minx trailed off awkwardly, wringing her hands out nervously. “But this school… is even more dangerous than I thought. Whoever that man is, I'm fuckin’ sure he's been going around killing anyone who gets lost in this shithole.”

Wilbur paused, thinking over everywhere he’d been and not being able to call to mind anyone matching her description. “I haven't encountered him personally, so I couldn't say, but… I’d guess that’s likely.” 

“Wilbur, I— I'm actually scared.” She admitted after a minute, starting to pick at her fingernail polish. “If I'm by myself, he'll find me…” 

“Then… do you want me to go with you?” Wilbur asked after a moment, and as soon as he saw her light up at the request realized she had been waiting for him to offer.

“Oh… are you sure?”

He ignored her attempt to be bashful, easily caving. “Of course. I don't mind.”

The company won’t be unwelcome, I don’t think.

“Thank you!” She instantly brightened up, her relaxing and grabbing onto one of his arms to press her face against his side.

“H—Hey…!” He quickly stumbled out, easily pulling out of her uncomfortable grip.

“Ah, I'm sorry!” Minx apologized in a rush, her face tinting pink with embarrassment. “You have a girlfriend already, right? Niki, I think you said her name was.” 

“We're not like that.” Wilbur corrected just as quickly as she apologized, his mind still reeling a little from her awkward touch. “She's… like a little sister to me, I guess.”

“I bet life would be a whole lot less boring if I had a brother like you.” Minx teased, but it only caused Wilbur to frown nervously as he motioned for her to follow him up the stairs.

“I wouldn't be so sure about that.”

Methodically checking the next floor as carefully as they could for Niki, the two wandered around for quite a ways before the ambient light of the school seemed to dim greatly.

“It's gotten really dark in here.” Wilbur found himself commenting aloud, squinting at the darkness as if it would help him see. He paused as he saw Minx rummaging around, the hall too dark to tell what exactly she was doing. “Uh… Minx? What are you doing?”

“Hang on a sec. I've got a light.” She dismissed his concerns, her shirt rustling as she was then holding several things Wilbut couldn’t quite make out. “It's not just dark, but cold, too…”

“Yeah. We should head back. I think we might be putting ourselves in danger if we keep going.” Wilbur didn’t like the way the darkness seemed to be pulling him further down the hall, shaking the weird sensation off and turning to head back the way they came.

“But… the way back is gone.” Minx pointed back behind the two, Wilbur’s eyes finally adjusting to the darkness enough to see that yes—in fact—the wooden floor behind them had seemingly rotted and caved in, preventing them from going back short of jumping the gap.

“Shit…” Wilbur glared at the hole as if that would make it disappear, before suddenly a thought came to him and he turned to his companion. “Oh, Minx. Do you still have that alcohol lamp?”

“Er… Sorry, that didn't quite make it.” Minx sighed, before holding her hands out to Wilbur to show off the matchbook and several small candles she was holding. “But I've got plenty of candles.”

“No, I don’t think the candles will be enough.” The darkness in the hallway seemed too dense for a small flame to break it, Wilbur wracking his brain to try and come up with an idea of what to do next. “It’s… well, the darkness is fucking heavy, innit?”

“Yeah… But, look! There's a room.” Minx started putting the candles back to wherever they came from, pointing off into the darkness to something Wilbur couldn’t see. “Let's see what's inside, yeah?”

"Wait! It might not be safe! We need to be at least a little careful—” Wilbur tried to stop her, but in the process of the two of them heading in different directions and grabbing at each other, they ended up topping over the floor with loud shouts of surprise. As soon as Wilbur realized he was on top of her, he quickly tried to scramble away as an uncomfortable blush settled across his face and down his neck. He got up to his hands and knees as quickly as he could, panicked as Minx stared back up at him with a strange look on her face. “Fuck, s—sorry. I didn't hurt you, did I?” 

“I'm just fine.” Minx seemed all too comfortable where she landed, biting a little at her bottom lip—much to Wilbur’s distaste.

“Please, don't misunderstand. I… I didn't mean to.” Wilbur tried to explain, but she shook her head lightly and blinked slowly up at him with a coy smile.

“Never mind that. What say we have a little chat?”

“...what… do you…?” Wilbur wanted to get as far away from her as he possibly could, but stayed rooted to the spot as his brain tried to follow her off-putting offer.

“Don't you like me… Wil…?” Minx’s voice seemed to change pitch suddenly, becoming deeper as her eyes bored holes straight up into him. He felt himself flinch, opening his mouth to shut her down only to notice the first drops of blood forming in the corners of her eyes. 

Any words he had to say died in his throat as tear tracks of blood ran down her face, more blood beading out of her nose and dripping over her lips, a sense of horror washing over him as he came to the conclusion that something was very, very wrong. “Wh—Who… are you?”

“Who do you think I am, Wil?” Despite the blood now pouring out of her mouth, her words weren’t garbled at all, Wilbur shaking his head as the horror gave way to dread in the pit of his stomach.

“Cut that out…” He tried to play it off and get back to his feet as the words of—Don't call me that!—got stuck in his throat, then pushing off of the floor with his hands only for her to tightly grab both of his wrists to keep him down on top of her. “L—Let me go! How do you know about me? About Niki?!”

Whoever this was—she most certainly wasn’t Minx, at least not anymore—only giggled, a swirling panic beginning in his stomach as he tried to pull away from her. Her grip was unnaturally strong as it bruised his wrists, no amount of yanking able to break the grip for several long moments until a particularly hard tug got one of his hands free, his arm then swinging wide and smacking one of the girl’s bloodstained cheeks.

“Oww! How dare you raise your hand against a girl… Wil…” Her voice distorted as she giggled again, thick trails of blood starting to leak out of every available orifice of her face: eyes, nose, ears, and even more from her mouth. The skin of Minx’s face began to peel back like burning paper, curling away from the waterfalls of crimson and flaking off in disgusting, bloody patches. A new, blue tinted face was emerging from underneath the peeling, flayed skin—it was young, child-like, and covered in slimy guts and more blood. Whatever was left of Minx disintegrated to the sides as the rest of the young girl’s figure emerged, though half-submerged in the floorboards. Long, dark hair framed the sides of her face, a long red dress covering her body that began to shimmer in the low light of the hallway to make her seem to glow as she grinned up at Wilbur, his mind finally catching up with the carnage surrounding him as the rank smell of death started wafting up from the piled remains and ever growing lake of blood around him. The girl still held onto him, him swallowing back vomit as the two stared at each other, waiting for someone to make a move.

“You… were you always… her?” Wilbur asked, his voice quiet. “...what did you do to Niki?!”

“Now what did I do to her? I remember she wouldn't shut up. She kept chirping 'Wil!', "Wil!', 'Will!', like a bird.” The girl giggled, grinning widely as Wilbur felt the pit of dread growing larger with a renewed sense of disgust. “But she's not chirping anymore! Wanna see for yourself?”

"No… no! No, that can't be!" Wilbur finally tried to struggle to get away from her again, only to realize this girl was much stronger than she appeared—and even stronger than earlier. “You’re full of shit!”

“I've been watching you, you know. I like you. You've got promise.” Her grip on his wrists seemed to get even tighter, almost painful enough to distract from what she was saying. “People like you do show up from time to time. Freaks of nature who have a real affinity for this place.”

“What are you trying to say?” Wilbur demanded, something in her tone making him uneasy. “What… What the hell are you planning to do with me?!”

“You scared?” She teased, him struggling harder and causing her to pull him closer to where she laid, halfway in the floor. “That's understandable. But the thing is, I get you! You're not afraid of people dying. You're afraid of you dying.”

“Fuck off! Let go of me! I… I…!” Wilbur couldn’t find the words to refute her point, disliking the giggle she let slip.

“Sure. I'll let you go. Maybe I’ll even let you find the person you've been looking for all this time.” The girl actually let go of him, Wilbur looking down at the strange, hand-shaped bruises on his wrists before looking back up at the girl in surprise.

Is this a dream? Or have I just completely lost it at this point? Either way… I need to see Niki. 

She's alive. She has to be! Niki… I'm coming for you!

“On second thought, I don’t think I will.” The girl suddenly changed her mind, reaching up to grab him by his upper arms with a vengeful sneer. “I’ll have more fun with you this way.”

Before Wilbur could even struggle this time, she fell back through the floor and yanked him with her, his head smacking hard off the floor as he then felt himself slowly drifting into unconsciousness.

“—ke up. Wake up!”

...! Niki?! No… It's a younger voice. Who is it?

Wilbur’s head pounded as the young voice yelled at him, blearily peeling his eyes open and lifting his head only to hiss and let his eyes fall shut again as his head thudded back into his chest.

Ow…

“Hey, mister. Wake up.”

The headache was slowly subsiding to a dull ache, Wilbur being a little more careful this time as he slowly lifted his head, cracking his eyes open a fraction and seeing nothing but dull blurs of color. 

“...wh—where… am I?” His voice sounded lifeless and far away, trying to force himself to focus through a thick, dark fog that was settling in his mind.

“Good morning, mister. This is my playroom.” The young voice giggled a little as Wilbur finally managed to get the face in front of him to come into focus. A spike of pain shot through the fog as he thought for a fleeting moment she looked familiar, but everything before he woke up was still a mushy mess. She was clearly young, no older than a primary school student, inching her face closer and blocking his view of the still blurry room behind her. Her hair was dark and a little shaggy, falling in front of her decently cute round face and wide smile, but he was forced to turn his head as the permeating smell of blood and decay from her breath clogged up his nose. The rest of the room didn’t smell much better, stinking of death and antiseptic, but it was all he could do to cling onto the consciousness he had managed to gain.

“Who are you?” Wilbur asked slowly, the words sounding foreign on his tongue as he tried to keep looking away from her until she finally backed away from him.

“I'm so happy!” The girl happily bounced between her feet, the red dress she wore swinging back and forth from the excited movement. “You didn't get all indignant and demand, 'what's going on here?!'. Normally when people wake up here, they get scared and start freaking out.”

The room reeked for a good reason. Buckets of blood and entrails lined both of the walls he could see, chunks of flesh bobbing like ice cubes in some of the buckets. The girl was blocking a large table in the middle of the room, but it looked like it was made of old, rotting wood and stained with about as much blood as the buckets contained—its purpose not hard to guess. Despite the buckets of bodies and odd chain contraptions hanging from the ceiling, as soon as he was relatively adjusted to the awful smell of the room he realized it didn’t freak him out as much as he expected, the panic just a dull pulsing beneath the heavy fog still settled in his entire body.

Wilbur himself was seated in a wooden school chair against one of the walls, his hands both bound separately to the back two legs of the chair with a coarse rope. He didn’t even bother trying to tug against them, instead dragging his gaze back up to the girl as she spoke again.

“My name… is Sachiko Shinozaki!” The girl introduced, curtseying politely by grabbing the hem of her dress and smiling ear to ear.

“What do you plan to do with me?” He asked, though it felt rhetorical after getting a picture of what this room was clearly used for. “Are you… going to kill me?” 

“What a question!” Sachiko beamed, Wilbur watching as she shrugged comically and all but skipped over to the table in the middle she’d been standing in front of the whole time. “I'm just not sure. I'll decide later! I've got something else to play with first.”

An unfamiliar figure—clearly tall and lanky—laid on top of the table, wide straps pinning his body down against the creaking wood as his chest rose and fell rapidly in palpable fear. His eyes were wide as they watched Sachiko’s every move behind the long hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Sachiko smiled sweetly down at him, running a hand up one of his legs as he tensed even further—if that was at all possible.

“His name… is Ranboo.”

“N—No… stop… please… please, whatever this is, don’t!” The boy was pleading, not even seeming to notice Wilbur as he tried to move away from Sachiko even the tiniest bit.

“No way! You're about to be put through some incredible pain.” Sachiko grabbed his face with both hands, grinning as he tried to shake his head and pull away. “So make sure you squirm like the wretch you are and beg me to spare your life, okay?”

“No!” Ranboo was clearly too scared to even struggle, his body frozen as he continued to mumble. “…no… you—you're joking, right? I didn't… I didn't do anything…” 

“Shut the hell up! You're distracting me!” Sachiko admonished, smacking him across the face to leave a tiny red handprint on one of his cheeks. The sting of the impact seemed to bring him back to his senses a little bit, and Wilbur felt himself almost entranced as he watched the boy pull against the straps holding him down to the table as if his life depended on it—because in this case it probably did. “There we are! Come on, don’t look so excited! The real pain is just about to start, you know!”

Sachiko pulled a pair of scissors out from behind her—More like out of her ass—and began to cut up through the shirt he had on under the already open hoodie, exposing his stomach to the cold air of the basement.

“Ahh! No! Please, no!” His breathing became incredibly shallow at the closeness of the weapon to his body, his hands shaking from where they were pinned to the table. “This is a dream… this has to be some kind of crazy, horrible dream…!”

“I can't say if you're awake or if you're dreaming… but you're about to find out!” Sachiko giggled as she opened the scissors as wide as they could go, positioning the point directly above his stomach as he seemed to hold his breath and panicked tears began to pile up in the corners of his eyes. “What a perfect facial expression! See, I knew you could do it.”

The slightly rusty pair of scissors didn’t cut through his flesh cleanly at all, blood bubbling around the blade as Ranboo screamed and feebly trashed against the table. His voice was panicked and fearful, pained in a way that normally would’ve set Wilbur’s stomach on edge. Brown flakes of rust swirled into the blood as Sachiko yanked the open scissors across the length of his body, the skin of his stomach splitting open with a rush of blood and another near inhuman screech of agony.

Wilbur found himself transfixed, traces of vomit consisting only of stomach acid crawling back down his throat as his eyes focused in on every detail. The edges of the cut were jagged, the skin peeling back from the layer of spasming muscle beneath, Ranboo barely seeming to breathe as a pained fog clouded over his eyes that then stared blankly off at one of the body lined walls. Wilbur felt his breathing hitch.

Why is it so… His thoughts were muddled and incoherent in the dark cloud of his mind, unable to look away or think any harder.

Sachiko stabbed the scissors deeper, another scream ripping out of shredded vocal chords as the cut deepened through the muscle to expose a pulsating mess of internal organs below. She then suddenly lit up, prying the two sides of the wound impossibly further apart to shove her face straight into his stomach.

Whatever scream that planned to erupt from the boy strangled off into a sob, Wilbur watching as the dim lights of the room reflected in every tear that streamed down his face.

“Ihhn't he phwtty?”

Wilbur blinked out of his trance, seeing Sachiko’s bloody face rip back out of Ranboo’s stomach, the spongy hose of his intestines clamped between her small teeth in a surprisingly childish smile. Any words Wilbur had were lodged just out of reach in his throat, his twisted glee instead forming a dark grin that split his face.

Sachiko spit the guts out with a rather disgusting squelching sound, an equally feral grin on her face as she moved to wipe some dripping blood out of her eyes but only serving to smear it around. 

“So how about it? Do you want to play with him too?”

Don’t be ridiculous. 

The dark mist in Wilbur’s mind finally settled on a single, coherent train of thought, him straining forward against the rope with a haggard breath of excitement. 

She shouldn’t even have to ask.