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It’s been five years since Wei Ying’s death. The time that’s passed begins to take a toll on Lan Wangji’s memories of the boy with the smile that rivals the sunshine.
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-Angst with little comfort
-year 5 of 13 Lan Zhan mourning for Wei Ying
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Just realized that there isn’t much angst with Chase and Anti. I mean we literally got the whole interaction between them in the video! Now I wonder what happened next to poor dad after some red mf said "Hello Chase :)))"
If you mean in this blog, yeah, I don’t write a lot of Chase and Anti 😭 I always lean more towards Henrik and Anti angst. But, I know here is plenty of Chase angst 👀 I mean, there used to but maybe it’s lost in the sauce 🥲
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10ths-writing-corner · 2 months
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Birthday fix for the birthday boy!
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10ths-writing-corner · 3 months
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Another litol (not so little) MDZS fic
The idea kept bouncing in my head, I had to write it out sodndjdfn
-Canon divergent
-Lan Zhan stepping up from the start
-What if Wei Wuxian let all his feelings and frustrations out?
-JC and Wwx reconciliation
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10ths-writing-corner · 3 months
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Ayo, it’s been a while! Took a break from writing and all of that, but I’m picking right back up! Though, it’s not ego related. I decided to start with something new, still, I would really appreciate the support!
At least for these type of fics I’ll keep them strictly to ao3 while I’ll still post ego content here! No, I’m not gonna abandon the egos, they still hold a very big place in my heart.
Anyways, here it is! It’s from the MDZS fandom! (the grandmaster of demonic cultivation) I really, really recommend the book series, the anime and live action! (Which goes by The Untamed)
This fic is inspired by @eledsart Tattoo artist AU, as soon as I laid eyes on it I instantly fell in love, and I just had to write it! Please, make sure to give their art some love!
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Marvin the Magnificent Reference Sheet 
 This design belongs to @10ths-writing-corner Custom design by me :)
I drew this as a gift for my friendo @10ths-writing-corner with fresh new ideas for this magic manz. I challenged my hand at making a unique style for this Marvin and I had so much fun putting him together with the stories given to me to draw out the design.
!!Please do NOT use or repost!!
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Febuwhump #5-6: “That’s gonna scar.”, Secrets revealed.
Puppet master AU
“That’s gonna scar…” Chase mumbled under his breath before hissing.
“{Well, you wouldn’t have this type of wound if you would just listen to what I tell you. I wouldn’t have to use my strings to put you in your place.}” Jameson argued back in Chase’s mind. His sapphire eyes focused on the cuts over Chase’s wrists, luckily he didn’t have to worry about the one on his neck since the collar hid it. Jameson tried to be gentle as he tended the wounds, but frustration was evident in his actions, and hearing Chase stifle a his or groan brought odd satisfaction to all of this. “{If Henrik asks what happened, you tell him you relapsed.}”
“W-What? But I’ve been doing good— OW!” Jameson squeezed the tender area around his wrist, soon letting go when Chase recoiled into himself like a wounded animal. “Y-You won’t be able to fool Henrik forever, y’know? He’s gonna find out the monster you really are. He’ll start asking questions a-and your secrets will be revealed.” Chase threatened while rubbing his wrist.
Jameson glared daggers at Chase, “{Do you really wish to challenge me after earlier? Then watch your tongue.}” Jameson signs before turning his back towards the father, walking out of the room and into the kitchen. It was time for Henrik’s coffee break after all.
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Febuwhump #4- Knife to the throat
“Schneep, get off him! What are you—!”
“No! Marvin, d-don’t touch him, j-just leave him. Let me just— Let me talk—” The hero’s sentence got cut short when the kitchen knife was pressed to his throat, he thickly swallows, his Adam apple bobbing up and down. However, the movement cause the knife to Knick the hero’s skin, a thin string of blood soon trickles out or the wound. Though, that was the least of his worries.
Jackie’s focus was on the crazed, hollow icy blue eyes staring down on him. How there was no sign of recognition towards the hero. Jackie could’ve easily knock the knife out of Henrik’s hand and hold him down, but the bandages covering his body… how thin and delicate he looked. He was too afraid to place any sort of pressure and risk hurting Henrik.
“S-Stop wearing his face. Stop wearing his face. Stop it.” Henrik mumbled frantically, as if his life depended on it. His eyes moved fast, scanning the hero’s face, searching for something. But soon begins to violently shake his head. “No no no, it is all wrong. All wrong! Why mu-must you keep torturing…”
“Henrik, just breathe. Okay? Look at me. Hen, look at me.” Jackie instructed calmly, though he could hear his own heart hammering against his chest. “Sieh mich an.” The doctor stopped shaking his head as soon heard him speak in his mother language, and Jackie could only breathe out in relief.
Icy blues slowly clear, the haziness soon being replaced with familiarity. But now that Henrik was fully aware of what was happening, seeing the knife still pressed to Jackie’s throat. Noticing Marvin’s presence behind him, and his magic, ready to take action against him. Henrik soon drops the knife, the object clattering loudly against the floor. “I— I… J-Jackie…?” Tears begin to spill without permission, cascading down Henrik’s sunken cheeks. He stares at his scarred hands which where shaking tremendously. The thought that he could’ve killed his best friend…
“Hen, I’m alright. I’m alright, see? And you’re alright too. You’re home, remember?” Jackie speaks softly, fighting the urge to places his hands on his friends shoulder to comfort him. But he knew… he knew if he did that Henrik would spiral. “J-just keep breathing, okay?”
“I-I am so sorry, m-mein freund…” Henrik chokes out. “I-I could have.. I could have—“
“It’s okay, Hen. I promise you didn’t hurt me, and I didn’t wanna hurt you.” Jackie reassures, “Now, I’m going to stand. Is it okay if I help you back to bed?”
The doctor nods, silently appreciating Jackie for letting him now what he was doing to do. The guilt didn’t go away tho, especially when he felt Marvin still being on his guard behind him. Jackie gently hooks his arms under Henrik and scoops him up, carrying to the safety of his bedroom. After the events, it didn’t take the doctor long to fall asleep, and hopefully this time he wouldn’t be awaken by nightmares
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Febuwhump #1-3: Touched starved, flinch, alt. Soft words.
His heart was racing, nervousness making his stomach twist in knots. Icy blue eyes stared with longing his beloved’s hands. Oh, how he wanted to feel his touch without having that annoying voice alerting him to push it away. If Henrik was going to make this work out then he had to work through some of his fears.
He took a deep breath before turning his back towards Jameson and brushing his brown locks forward. He ignored every urge, every alert he had to put on a shirt and cover the history and burden he carried on his skin, he pressed on. The anticipation was killing him but as soon as he gave a gentle nod then he felt gentle fingers glide over his back. Even if he knew it was coming, the sudden contact made the doctor flinch. He felt the bed dip behind him, Jameson shifting just a bit forward so he could be on Henrik’s eyesight. Worried eyes search his face before he quickly signs. {Was I too quick?}
“No, no…” Henrik says too quick, “I was surprised… Your hands, they are soft.”
{We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.}
“I want to. I-I wish to have the ability to hold you, and for you to hold me without fear.” Vulnerability, something Henrik had such a hard time showing after the suffering he endured. But for him… he was willing to try. Jameson nods and returns to his previous spot.
The dapper places a small amount of lotion on his hands, his sapphire eyes running over the numerous scars adorning Henrik’s back. Who would’ve thought someone like Henrik concealed such pain… gentle fingers near the doctor’s skin once more, and soon make contact with the scarred tissue. He can notice Henrik’s back tensing up, the doctor going rigid and still. Fingers glide with much gentleness and care, stoping here and there when Henrik took sharp breaths.
Henrik’s words still roamed in his head. “I wish to try something.” And how surprised Jameson was at the request, but even then, the dapper only showed support and kindness. In someone else’s eyes this may seem silly, but he couldn’t help but to feel proud of the big step Henrik took. Though, Jameson is brought out of his thoughts when he hears a soft sniffle and he comes to a complete stop. Before Jameson could move in front of Henrik, the doctor speaks.
“Thank you…” Henrik whispered, “T-This means— It means too much for me.” It didn’t take long for Jameson to notice the tears streaming down Henrik’s cheeks, yet a soft smile adorned his face. Not because he felt pity, or bad for Henrik, but because he noticed how he had come to relax his body. How he had unconsciously started to take normal breaths. And Jameson would do anything to keep his beloved in this state.
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Man can you imagine Anti calling Jackie on the phone while Henrik’s in the room during his nine months? Just letting the hero know that doctor is still alive. Letting poor Henrik talk to Jackie one last time. Ohhhh I’m into some angsty mood today :)
Oof that is some evil angst. Just Jackie’s face when an unknown caller ID pops on his phone screen, and he answers so fast. There’s silence from the other side of the line, maybe static crackling and he instantly gets a chill running down his spine, his heart beating faster. Louder.
Though, a scream breaks through the line and he almost drops his phone but that scream is so clear. He can tell that’s Henrik screaming, and soon Anti speaks. “Isn’t that beautiful? He has been screaming for you, hero.” The demon chuckles. “He’s a tough one. You’ve thought him well. I wonder how long he’ll last.” Before Jackie can even start tracing the call Anti hangs up, and Jackie hates himself all over again cause the one chance; the one clue he’s had in months he just lost.
Yeah, I like that idea too :D
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He looks beautiful! Thank you so much for bringing him to life visually 😭😭😭
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Henrik Reference Sheet // @10ths-writing-corner Design // Commission
For a long time I’ve been drawing this man, idk what it is about him but he is an addiction to draw. It was such an honour to have the opportunity to put together his reference sheet and with permission, gave him a smidge of design adjustments for a unique look. 
Easier for me to remember his scars. ——
Henrik design © @10ths-writing-corner Art © @dmnfox 
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Whumptober #17- Hanging by a threat
The door slammed behind him. The supplies closet was the last place Henrik would’ve wanted to be, too small, too confined but he needed the quiet. He needed to be alone and unseen. Everyone looked up to him, for his strength, for his way of keeping composure in a difficult situation. Everyone looked up at the chief of chiefs doctor’s for any sort of comfort, despite his strict attitude.
Henrik takes deep breaths to calm himself down but before he knows it, a sob breaks out of him. The doctor leans agains the door and slides down and lands on the floor. He had tried everything and yet how had he failed to save that patient. It never got easy… no matter how many years he’s been going on this field, the feeling of not being able to save someone never got any easier. It always felt like a jab to his heart, not because it would hurt his reputation but because he always took the time to learn about all his patients. He always got to close and personal, and everyone would remind him that it was a mistake… but if he didn’t make himself vulnerable then his patients wouldn’t trust him.
And yet… he was all curled up, hugging himself while he let it all out.
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Whumptober #16- No Way out
Puppet Master AU
“{You have a lot of nerve to show yourself in my property.}” Jameson signs, sapphire eyes coldly glaring down at the hero. He must admit, he was surprised to see Jackie had made it this far into the forest, even more surprising that he reached his house. However, satisfaction twinkles in his eyes when he notices the many cuts covering his arms and face.
“I’m not here to fight, Jameson. I just wanna talk.” Jackie answers.
Jameson tsks in annoyance, though he gestures for Jackie to go on before crossing his arms above his chest. His fingers drum against his arm, the subtle movement creating thin strings above the branches. Just in case the hero had any funny ideas.
“I-I know you’re suffering. I know you’ve suffered, and you had to endure it by yourself. And I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t notice.” Jackie takes a step forward. “Maybe we can start over, and you and Henrik…”
“{No.}” Jameson cut the hero off, “{You don’t get to come to my home and try to pretend that you understand me. I know why you’re here. You’re here to take Henrik.}”
The hero stayed quiet, the facade dissolving. Worry shifts into a harsh expression, and his hands ball into fists. “You’re keeping Henrik captive! This doesn’t make you any different from Anti, you are hurting him!”
“{You dare compare me to that disgusting vermin!}” Jameson bares his teeth, rage slowly building up in his chest. His eyes soon glow a royal blue, and thin, Royal strings snake and wrap around the hero, trapping him in place. The dapper takes collected steps towards the trapped hero, his fingers take a tight, bruising grip to Jackie’s jaw and keeps his face towards him. “{I am hurting Henrik? I am protecting him, unlike you! You who lets him work to the bone, you who is so careless that lets him worry and put your needs over his!}”
Jameson practically yells in Jackie’s mind. The more his emotions showed the tighter the strings around Jackie got. “{Ever since I took him under my care he has never been better. I know what he needs, and you are not it.}”
“Jameson… he needs his family.” Jackie mentions through clenched teeth, and Jameson can only stare at him with hate. He should’ve killed him when he got the chance, but he was just waiting for his little experiment to kick in. A smile then spreads across his face, and he chuckles silently. The strings then dissolve into thin air, setting the hero free. At the moment, Jackie looked confused and suspicious, but all Jameson did was gesture him to go ahead.
Jackie didn’t think twice and ran towards the front porch. However, the hero comes crashing hard to the ground. His legs had grown numb, and so did the rest of his limbs. Soon a shadow looms over the fallen hero, the dapper stepping on the hero’s back. Royal blue strings come back to life ones more, flowing from the dapper’s fingertips and wrapping around the hero’s limp body and soon he’s lifted into the air so he could face Jameson once more.
“{You shouldn’t have come here. Not only my strings are strong enough to slice your flesh, but also are laced with a paralytic drug. And you idiotically got yourself cut over and over trying to get here. But don’t worry, it’ll wear off… but just to be sure you don’t do anything stupid…}” Jameson takes out his broken pocket watch, the item swaying softly from its silver chain as he signs. “{I must make sure that you are aware… no one’s coming for you.}”
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Whumptober #15- Emotional Damage
He kept running, and running. It was all lies, Marvin didn’t know what he was talking about. How could he possibly know what he’s going through? How could he say Henrik was dead…? Jackie knows he’s not dead. He can’t be…
Jackie comes to a stop, catching his breath. He didn’t even know where he was, he didn’t even care. The hero leans against the brick wall, frustration and rage soon consumes him and he screams. Soon after, his fist lands harshly against the wall, cracking it under the pressure, the hero leaving a small crater behind. Before the hero realized it, a warm stream of tears slid down his cheeks. He should’ve found him by now… the hero grabs his hand, knuckles bruised and bleeding just a bit. And he has to suck in a breath through his clenched teeth.
Why was it taking him so long. He literally had ripped the upside down, looked through every nook and cranny. Every abandoned building. Every part in the forest…
“Fuck!” Jackie screamed with rage before kicking a nearby trashcan. He had never felt so helpless… so lost, and useless. It was driving him mad, probably what that demon wants. Jackie looks up at the night sky, he could feel It around. Watching. “I know you can hear me, you fuck! Give him back! Is me you want, right?!” The hero is greeted with nothing but the silent howl of the night wind blowing against him. Though, a piece of paper soon smacks against his chest. Jackie was about to ripped it apart with annoyance, but the sight of blood stops him… a post card. He turns it around, but it’s completely empty, except for the picture of a luxurious beach and the bold yellow letters. ‘I wish you were here.’ And soon a glitched cackle fills the air.
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ALT. Whumptober #13- Stabbed
“M’sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, m’so-sorry!” He sputter over and over, the tears cascading down his face were making it harder to see what he was doing. Crap, he didn’t even know what the hell he was doing. All he knew is there was fresh blood in his hands, and they kept getting stained the more he tried to cover the wounds. Not just his hands, but his clothes and his pants. The blood was quickly pooling under them, and he didn’t need to be a doctor to know that was bad. Not to mention the slashes
Chase had run in looks for a med-kit, but even if he found it he didn’t know how to properly use it. It was always Henrik that did this. He was always here to patch them up, but Chase was useless in that department. Doc never really got a chance to teach him how to properly take care of a stab— of multiple stab wounds. All he knew was that the blood needed to stay in the body.
What will Henrik think if he found out he failed?
“Please don’t die, please don’t die. Please.” Chase begged desperately as he sloppily pressed gauze to the wound, bandaging it up in a way he’d know Henrik would be so disappointed. No, he’d be disgusted. Disgusted and horrified if he found out he was the one that stabbed the hero…
No, it wasn’t him. It was that cursed demon. It took control of his body, of his mind. It stole his limbs and did this to Jackie, not him… Chase would never hurt Jackie— He wouldn’t hurt anyone. Yet, the evidence that laid before him said otherwise. The father’s stomach twisted in knots, he could feel anxiety induced nausea creeping in. He wanted to throw up, he wanted to pass out and wake up from this nightmare. Wake up and find Jackie sleeping on the couch cause he got home a few hours ago from patrol. He wanted the doc back, walking and passing while skillfully twirling a pen between his fingers.
Why can’t things be like the used to…
‘The first step to any big emergency should always be to call the 911 number, yes? Never forget that, Chase.’
The memory came rushing to him, like a ray of light in the dense fog surrounding him. Trembling hands fish for his phone from his pocket, trembling, bloodied fingers staining the screen crimson red as he unlocked and called the emergency number. The father is quick to toss it to the floor while it rings and rings, going back to putting pressure on the wounds. As he did, Jackie coughed up blood. Wheezing while struggling to catch a small gulp of air. Why didn’t Chase think of this sooner?! If Jackie died… Jackie can’t die…
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“I need an a-ambulance! P-Please! He… He’s b-bleeding! A-And it’s my fault!”
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ALT. Whumptober #12-Ringing
The ringing and loud beating of his heart made his surroundings loose all sound. It was as if he was sucked back into the void he had so desperately fought to escape. The clipboard in his hand trembled uncontrollably, the pen scratching ink on top of his report. Henrik swallowed dryly, swallowing every bit of panic resurfacing from the bottom of his hammering heart. He was just having a casual conversation with Ben, the nurse who had looked after the hospital in his absence. The one who had looked up to him ever since Henrik let him join his team.
Of course there was no way for Ben to know such a simple world would send the doctor in a spiral, but hearing the young nurse talk about how some of their patience they had helped, and attended to, during the months he was gone acting like some sort of puppets only gave him more confirmation… Anti had become so much more powerful—
“Doc, are you okay? Y-You look like you saw a ghost— Oh crap!” Ben had noticed with caution, though before he could even ask any more questions Henrik’s knees had already given out, making him topple to the white tiled floor. The clipboard clattered loudly once it hit the floor, but it didn’t compare to the shallow, quick gasps Henrik was taking. His chest tightened and constricted over his heart, a heavy claw closing in around his lungs and making it much more difficult to breathe. “Schneep?! What’s wrong?!” Ben yells in panic as he kneels down in front of Henrik, his hands firmly grabbing Henrik’s shoulders but that only makes Henrik scream and jump back. Icy blues stare at the nurse, but he no longer sees the nurse, he only sees the demon that held him captive and away from his family.
“Stay away from me! Please!” Henrik screams, backing away until his back hit the wall of the office. The ringing becomes louder, high pitched enough that it could make the doctor pass out. Henrik is quick to close his eyes and cover his ears, nails digging to the side of his head as he mumbles incoherently.
“Come on, doc. You’re scaring the kid.” Anti chuckled a little too close to his ear. The glitched voice instantly making his eyes snap open. He looks around and all he can initially see is a terrified Ben, kneeling on the floor inches away from him ready to help. A chill runs down his spine, feeling a cold clawed hand carding through his long, brown locks. “I’ve observed this one while you were… absent, with me. He thinks so highly of you. He’s so… obedient. He’ll make a nice puppet.”
“S-Stay away from him.” Henrik snaps, but as soon as he does his wrist and throat begging to burn, just as of the old strings were still attached to him. A wince slips by before he roughly grabs his wrists to get rid of something that wasn’t there.
“Schneep… y-you’re scaring me.” Ben mentions with a trembling voice.
“Ben, listen to me. Y-you need to go, yes? Forget about me. Call Jackie, yes? Call him, he knows what to do.”
“W-What?!”
“Just go!”
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Whumptober #11- Self-Done First Aid
“Doc, I’m fine. I swear I butt dialed you.”
“You… You used your butt to call me…? This is even more reasons for me to come over and help you.” Henrik sounds alarmed from the other end of the line. Jackie heard shuffling and Henrik talking to someone else. Something along the lines of leaving early and working longer some other day.
“Doc, doc, listen! I don’t need you to come, okay? I don’t need you.” Jackie snapped, ending the call before Henrik could respond back. The hero breathes in deeply, his hand ruffling his own messy brown hair before falling back on the couch. He tossed the phone towards the other end before picking up the already open med-kit. Trembling hands pick a thread and needle, the hero disinfects it before he brings it to the gash on his arm.
A shaky exhale slips from his lips, and he has to bite his tongue to avoid a short yell coming out once the needle pierced his skin. Jackie always hated doing this part, it made his stomach twist and turn, but this is what he had to do. At least that way he didn’t have to worry anyone. ‘Maybe if you let Henrik come then it would’ve been a bit more bearable.’ His inner self retorts, of course that would’ve been the smart way, but Jackie wasn’t the type to make smart choices when it came to himself.
Once he was done, he had the urge to lay down. Exhaustion had finally caught up to him, or maybe it was the fact that blood was seeping through the bandages he had sloppily wrapped around his torso. His vision became blurry, and at that point he had already fallen on his side. Indigo eyes slowly flutter to a close. Maybe a nap will help with the dizziness, right?
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