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shanastoryteller·10 hours agoText

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Wei Wuxian wakes up in a body that isn’t his in place he doesn’t know. His thoughts are shaky and scattered, and he looks at the array he’s woken up in and the notes scattered around and understands that whoever did this acted too soon, that they should have waited a couple more months if they wanted the celestial alignment to be perfect, but they didn’t, and now he’s panicking and confused and he doesn’t think, only feels.

He breaks out of the miserable little room with ease and runs without thinking of the direction, all his emotions too close to the surface, like they wouldn’t have been if this Mo Xuanyu had just waited a little longer.

Which is how he finds himself sneaking into Lotus Pier, stumbling to the main hall, freezing and dirty and not totally sure how he made the journey, and not coming back to his body until there are fingers around his wrist and his brother’s furious eyes are glaring at him. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?”

They’re alone, almost, a teenager in Jin colors standing to the side with his sword drawn, but Wei Wuxian can’t focus on that now. “Jiang Cheng,” he says, voice cracking. “I don’t understand what’s happened. I don’t know why I’m here, I,” he wilts, pressing his head to Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, and for some reason he lets him. “I wasn’t supposed to come back and everything hurts.” Not physically, although he’s not doing great there either, but deeper, in his bones and his chest.

There’s a moment of silence, then, “Wei Wuxian?”

“Don’t pull your blow this time,” he says, “It hurts so much, didi, just make it stop.”

“Wei Wuxian,” he says again, and there’s the anger, but it’s not alone, grief and outrage and a tenderness that he never thought he’d hear again, “you came home.”

He really can’t be blamed for passing out then.

~

Jin Ling has heard a lot of terrible things about Wei Wuxian, has watched his uncle torture and rage against every demonic cultivator he’s come across, so he’s unprepared for his uncle’s reaction to the real thing.

He’s even more unprepared for the discovery that Wei Wuxian’s golden core is now in Uncle’s chest, but at least he’s not alone in that. It all comes out after that, when Wei Wuxian wakes up and Uncle confronts him about his lack of golden core, and the whole truth comes tumbling out of his mouth, his eyes so wide and his body trembling like he’s not even sure of what he’s saying, and then he passes out again, and –

And it makes it very hard to hate him, is the thing, especially when he wakes up again and is more settled and horribly embarrassed and smiles at Jin Ling like he’s the most precious thing in the world even when calling him a brat. Uncle and Wei Wuxian have several more arguments behind closed doors after that, and slowly the tension Uncle has carried around starts to easy, and, well.

Jin Ling likes him, this other uncle he’s been taught to hate, who’s not what anyone thought he’d be or like the stories he’d been told, now that he can see how Uncle loves him so much even when he tries to hide it behind rage, now that he sees Wei Wuxian can read Uncle easily, like no one but Jin Ling has seemed to ever be able to do.

~

The problem, Jiang Cheng decides, one week after Wei Wuxian’s return, is that they’re hiding two different people. Wei Wuxian, obviously, who is an another person’s body and so should be able to keep his identity a secret easily enough unless he does something stupid. But they’re also hiding Mo Xuanyu, who ran away from his family and who people will certainly notice and recognize.

He digs out a chest of A-jie’s things, stuff she hadn’t taken to Jin Tower because she knew she wouldn’t be able to use them, and he’d never been able to get rid of them, and figures that this will cover all the things that get tangled in his throat whenever he tries.

He drops the chest in front of Wei Wuxian and says, “Here. This should work.”

~

Lan Xichen has heard rumors that Jiang Wanyin has been courting a young lady, some new addition to the Jiang clan, but since that goes against mostly everything he knows of Jiang Wanyin, he dismisses it. He decides that may have been a mistake when, after granting Jiang Wanyin’s request to come to Cloud Recesses to make use of the Lan library for a research project and to iron our several details for the upcoming cultivation conference, he doesn’t show up alone.

Not that Lan Xichen had expected him to show up alone, exactly, since he’s a sect leader on official sect leader business, and that always involved some sort of retinue, but it’s who he shows up with, exactly.

There is a young woman. She walks at his side, as if they’re equals, her voice low and raspy but bright. She has dark brown wavy hair that she wears mostly down, only two strands on either side pulled back from her face, no ribbon in her hair although there’s one around her throat. Her robes seem familiar to him, although he can’t place why. She’s too skinny, which isn’t an aesthetic observation so much as a medical one. She has her hand on Jiang Wanyin’s arm as they climb and he doesn’t think it’s a coincidence that Jin Ling is walking directly behind her, his brow furrowed. Should she slip and fall, he’ll be able to catch her easily.

Her chatter stutters to a stop when they get closer and her dark grey eyes meet his squarely. “Zew-Jun,” Jiang Wanyin says, giving him a slight bow that the woman echoes. It’s telling that the disciples and Jin Ling don’t bow until she does. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

“And your library!” the woman pipes up, a large grin stretching across her mouth.

“Can’t we at least get the introductions out of the way before you embarrass me?” Jiang Wanyin snaps harshly.

Lan Xichen startles but the woman just laughs. “You just make it so easy, A-Cheng!” He hasn’t heard anyone call Jiang Wanyin that since his sister’s death. Before he can formulate any sort of response to this, she bows to him again and says, “I am Wu Yingtai. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zewe-Jun. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“It’s no problem,” he says, but he’s distracted enough that his mouth is running on autopilot. He recognizes her robes.

They’re Jiang Yanli’s. Jiang Wanyin has given his beloved sister’s clothes to this woman to wear.

Maybe he is courting her.

~

Lan Wangji knows that Jiang Wanyin is here with some of the Jiang disciples. That he’s here on actual business and so that one of his disciples can make use of the Lan library, all proper and acceptable, but it still makes him burn. He elects to take his meals at home rather than the deal with that, which he can do for everything but dinner.

His mind is on the upcoming meal which is why he doesn’t notice someone running by and then running into him. They bounce off his side and he reaches out automatically, his arm curling around a concerningly slim waist to keep them from falling to ground. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” says an unfamiliar voice with a familiar cadence that leaves his whole body cold and makes his arm tighten without his permission. He looks down and equally shocked grey eyes stare up at him. “Lan – um, I mean, Hanguang-Jun, I was just, um. Hello.”

He abruptly realizes that this is entirely improper, that he’s holding her against his chest, and he lets go of her and takes several steps back. “I apologize.”

“What?” Her nose scrunches up and he fees a deep ache in his chest. “That was totally all my fault, don’t apologize. You saved me from tripping and getting mud all over me! Although maybe that would be an improvement on the ink, A-Cheng is going to give me such a bitchy look about this, which, whatever, I’ll be able to get it out later.”

He looks at her less closely, mentally stepping back so he’s not getting lost in details that shouldn’t hurt so much now, thirteen years later. She does indeed have ink staining her hands and her sleeves, and drops of it across the bottom of her robes, somehow. Her clothes are a pale lavender and there’s a silver lotus bell in her belt. “You’re with the Jiang.”

“Hm? Oh yeah, of course, me and Jiang Cheng are friends.” There is something in the way she says that, like it’s not a lie but not the whole truth, but he’s entirely uninterested in Jiang Wanyin’s business so he doesn’t care.

“There is no running in Cloud Recesses,” he says instead.

She bursts out laughing, a bigger sound than it seems like could come from her small body, and he hates the way his heart ticks a couple beats faster. “Ah, Hanguang-Jun, my apologies. Shall I copy the rules a hundred times to make up for this grand transgression? I was only trying not to be late to dinner. I lose track of time when I’m researching.”

This woman is strange. She’s not inappropriate, exactly but she’s far too familiar. Not technically crossing any boundaries, but people do not talk at him like this, warm and joking. No one has spoken like this to him in thirteen years and abruptly he hates her with a ferocity he knows is unfair and misplaced, but he doesn’t have anywhere to put it. “Goodbye,” he says, cold and too brusque, moving past her and not offering to walk her to the dining hall like he would have if she were anyone else, if she had not committed the grand and unknowable offence of reminding him a little bit too much of Wei Ying when he hadn’t been prepared for it.  

now a real fic on ao3

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shanastoryteller·3 days agoText

wwx identity porn oneshot (aka this) progress report: 4k

listen. i also do not want me to be doing what i’m doing

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shanastoryteller·4 days agoText

so i’m writing a short fun untamed fic for thanksgiving titled “The In Laws” that was supposed to be about the respective partners of the jiang siblings but then i realized because the family tree is Like That i could get go even FURTHER (and really, technically, everyone is everyone else’s in laws, but where’s the fun in that) and the groups are actually hysterical

pairings: wei wuxian/lan wangji; jiang yanli/jin zixuan; jiang cheng/wen qing; lan xichen/meng yao/nie mingjue; nie huaisang/mo xuanyu; wen ning/qin su

jiang in laws: lan wangji, jin zixuan, wen qing

lan in laws: wei wuxian, meng yao, nie mingjue

jin in laws: jiang yanli, lan xichen, nie mingjue, nie huaisang, wen ning

nie in laws: meng yao, lan xichen, mo xuanyu

wen in laws: jiang cheng, qin su

like. i’m not even sure what i want to do with this i just know i find it VERY FUNNY. just. the chaos

the nie brothers are orphans and are grateful for it once a year. the fucking hysteria of jiang cheng at the wen thanksgiving dinner with wen chao and wen ruohan. the fact that it’s literally a day of thanksgiving dinners because none of them can overlap otherwise someone can’t go. the strategy of eating what where. all the lan in laws doing their best to eat the least possible at the lan thanksgiving dinner because the food is the worst. lan wangji strategically eating most of his husband’s portion because he actually dislikes most of the food at the jiang thanksgiving except for the food that jiang yanli makes special for him. the jiang in laws ready to literally draw blood every time madame yu opens her mouth. the jin in laws subtlety drinking hard liquor the whole time because its the only way to survive. 

and in the end everyone goes over to mianmian’s, who had her thanksgiving at 2pm and has been done for hours, and they all get shitfaced drunk (or, in the lans’ case, take care of their shitface drunk partners)

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shanastoryteller·4 days agoText

Wei Wuxian wakes up in a body that isn’t his in place he doesn’t know. His thoughts are shaky and scattered, and he looks at the array he’s woken up in and the notes scattered around and understands that whoever did this acted too soon, that they should have waited a couple more months if they wanted the celestial alignment to be perfect, but they didn’t, and now he’s panicking and confused and he doesn’t think, only feels.

He breaks out of the miserable little room with ease and runs without thinking of the direction, all his emotions too close to the surface, like they wouldn’t have been if this Mo Xuanyu had just waited a little longer.

Which is how he finds himself sneaking into Lotus Pier, stumbling to the main hall, freezing and dirty and not totally sure how he made the journey, and not coming back to his body until there are fingers around his wrist and his brother’s furious eyes are glaring at him. “Who are you? What the hell are you doing here?”

They’re alone, almost, a teenager in Jin colors standing to the side with his sword drawn, but Wei Wuxian can’t focus on that now. “Jiang Cheng,” he says, voice cracking. “I don’t understand what’s happened. I don’t know why I’m here, I,” he wilts, pressing his head to Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, and for some reason he lets him. “I wasn’t supposed to come back and everything hurts.” Not physically, although he’s not doing great there either, but deeper, in his bones and his chest.

There’s a moment of silence, then, “Wei Wuxian?”

“Don’t pull your blow this time,” he says, “It hurts so much, didi, just make it stop.”

“Wei Wuxian,” he says again, and there’s the anger, but it’s not alone, grief and outrage and a tenderness that he never thought he’d hear again, “you came home.”

He really can’t be blamed for passing out then.

~

Jin Ling has heard a lot of terrible things about Wei Wuxian, has watched his uncle torture and rage against every demonic cultivator he’s come across, so he’s unprepared for his uncle’s reaction to the real thing.

He’s even more unprepared for the discovery that Wei Wuxian’s golden core is now in Uncle’s chest, but at least he’s not alone in that. It all comes out after that, when Wei Wuxian wakes up and Uncle confronts him about his lack of golden core, and the whole truth comes tumbling out of his mouth, his eyes so wide and his body trembling like he’s not even sure of what he’s saying, and then he passes out again, and –

And it makes it very hard to hate him, is the thing, especially when he wakes up again and is more settled and horribly embarrassed and smiles at Jin Ling like he’s the most precious thing in the world even when calling him a brat. Uncle and Wei Wuxian have several more arguments behind closed doors after that, and slowly the tension Uncle has carried around starts to easy, and, well.

Jin Ling likes him, this other uncle he’s been taught to hate, who’s not what anyone thought he’d be or like the stories he’d been told, now that he can see how Uncle loves him so much even when he tries to hide it behind rage, now that he sees Wei Wuxian can read Uncle easily, like no one but Jin Ling has seemed to ever be able to do.

~

The problem, Jiang Cheng decides, one week after Wei Wuxian’s return, is that they’re hiding two different people. Wei Wuxian, obviously, who is an another person’s body and so should be able to keep his identity a secret easily enough unless he does something stupid. But they’re also hiding Mo Xuanyu, who ran away from his family and who people will certainly notice and recognize.

He digs out a chest of A-jie’s things, stuff she hadn’t taken to Jin Tower because she knew she wouldn’t be able to use them, and he’d never been able to get rid of them, and figures that this will cover all the things that get tangled in his throat whenever he tries.

He drops the chest in front of Wei Wuxian and says, “Here. This should work.”

~

Lan Xichen has heard rumors that Jiang Wanyin has been courting a young lady, some new addition to the Jiang clan, but since that goes against mostly everything he knows of Jiang Wanyin, he dismisses it. He decides that may have been a mistake when, after granting Jiang Wanyin’s request to come to Cloud Recesses to make use of the Lan library for a research project and to iron our several details for the upcoming cultivation conference, he doesn’t show up alone.

Not that Lan Xichen had expected him to show up alone, exactly, since he’s a sect leader on official sect leader business, and that always involved some sort of retinue, but it’s who he shows up with, exactly.

There is a young woman. She walks at his side, as if they’re equals, her voice low and raspy but bright. She has dark brown wavy hair that she wears mostly down, only two strands on either side pulled back from her face, no ribbon in her hair although there’s one around her throat. Her robes seem familiar to him, although he can’t place why. She’s too skinny, which isn’t an aesthetic observation so much as a medical one. She has her hand on Jiang Wanyin’s arm as they climb and he doesn’t think it’s a coincidence that Jin Ling is walking directly behind her, his brow furrowed. Should she slip and fall, he’ll be able to catch her easily.

Her chatter stutters to a stop when they get closer and her dark grey eyes meet his squarely. “Zew-Jun,” Jiang Wanyin says, giving him a slight bow that the woman echoes. It’s telling that the disciples and Jin Ling don’t bow until she does. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

“And your library!” the woman pipes up, a large grin stretching across her mouth.

“Can’t we at least get the introductions out of the way before you embarrass me?” Jiang Wanyin snaps harshly.

Lan Xichen startles but the woman just laughs. “You just make it so easy, A-Cheng!” He hasn’t heard anyone call Jiang Wanyin that since his sister’s death. Before he can formulate any sort of response to this, she bows to him again and says, “I am Wu Yingtai. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Zewe-Jun. Thank you for your hospitality.”

“It’s no problem,” he says, but he’s distracted enough that his mouth is running on autopilot. He recognizes her robes.

They’re Jiang Yanli’s. Jiang Wanyin has given his beloved sister’s clothes to this woman to wear.

Maybe he is courting her.

~

Lan Wangji knows that Jiang Wanyin is here with some of the Jiang disciples. That he’s here on actual business and so that one of his disciples can make use of the Lan library, all proper and acceptable, but it still makes him burn. He elects to take his meals at home rather than the deal with that, which he can do for everything but dinner.

His mind is on the upcoming meal which is why he doesn’t notice someone running by and then running into him. They bounce off his side and he reaches out automatically, his arm curling around a concerningly slim waist to keep them from falling to ground. “Oh shit, I’m sorry,” says an unfamiliar voice with a familiar cadence that leaves his whole body cold and makes his arm tighten without his permission. He looks down and equally shocked grey eyes stare up at him. “Lan – um, I mean, Hanguang-Jun, I was just, um. Hello.”

He abruptly realizes that this is entirely improper, that he’s holding her against his chest, and he lets go of her and takes several steps back. “I apologize.”

“What?” Her nose scrunches up and he fees a deep ache in his chest. “That was totally all my fault, don’t apologize. You saved me from tripping and getting mud all over me! Although maybe that would be an improvement on the ink, A-Cheng is going to give me such a bitchy look about this, which, whatever, I’ll be able to get it out later.”

He looks at her less closely, mentally stepping back so he’s not getting lost in details that shouldn’t hurt so much now, thirteen years later. She does indeed have ink staining her hands and her sleeves, and drops of it across the bottom of her robes, somehow. Her clothes are a pale lavender and there’s a silver lotus bell in her belt. “You’re with the Jiang.”

“Hm? Oh yeah, of course, me and Jiang Cheng are friends.” There is something in the way she says that, like it’s not a lie but not the whole truth, but he’s entirely uninterested in Jiang Wanyin’s business so he doesn’t care.

“There is no running in Cloud Recesses,” he says instead.

She bursts out laughing, a bigger sound than it seems like could come from her small body, and he hates the way his heart ticks a couple beats faster. “Ah, Hanguang-Jun, my apologies. Shall I copy the rules a hundred times to make up for this grand transgression? I was only trying not to be late to dinner. I lose track of time when I’m researching.”

This woman is strange. She’s not inappropriate, exactly but she’s far too familiar. Not technically crossing any boundaries, but people do not talk at him like this, warm and joking. No one has spoken like this to him in thirteen years and abruptly he hates her with a ferocity he knows is unfair and misplaced, but he doesn’t have anywhere to put it. “Goodbye,” he says, cold and too brusque, moving past her and not offering to walk her to the dining hall like he would have if she were anyone else, if she had not committed the grand and unknowable offence of reminding him a little bit too much of Wei Ying when he hadn’t been prepared for it.  

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shanastoryteller·6 days agoAnswer

Trick or Treat, The Untamed please! Maybe some lan zhan? Thank you!

Wei Wuxian had disappeared into the Burial Mounds with the Wen Remnants and had never been seen or heard from again. More Wen disappear, somehow all those that had been confined disappearing right out from under the nose of their overseers. Many people have tried to go up the mountain, to go after him. Some return. Some don’t.

When asked about him, Sect Leader Jiang would turn nearly the same color as his robes with rage and storm away. Jiang Yanli would go quiet and sad and her husband would change the subject, glaring at whoever had dared bring it up in the first place.

No one ever asks Lan Wangji. He doesn’t know what he’d say if they did. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees Wei Ying’s face as he saw it last, miserable and soaked and determined.

A decade since Wei Wuxian disappeared, strange cultivators begin popping up. There’s never less than three of them but sometimes as many as two dozen. They wear black robes with red accents. Their hair is held in a high ponytail with a red ribbon keeping in place. They all carry red swords reminiscent of the Wen and have flutes tucked into their belts.

They say they’re from the Yilling Wei clan. They tend to show up to handle things that are dangerous and strange enough to make normal cultivators hesitate and disappear in a cloud of black smoke They don’t collect payment like rogue cultivators and the people of Yilling swear up and down they don’t pay tribute.

Sixteen years since Wei Wuxian disappeared, he returns in the midst of cultivator conference, entering the Lan banquet hall with little fanfare and two people by his side. People start screaming and Wei Wuxian only raises an eyebrow. Lan Wangji tries and fails to find something of the boy he knew in his man’s cold, impassive face. His clothes are black and red like they’ve always been, if a far richer material than he used to prefer. His hair falls down to his hips even though it’s held up with a thick red ribbon. He has Chenqing in his belt but carries no sword.

“Really, that’s enough of that,” says the woman at his side. Wen Qing is dressed the opposite to Wei Wuxian, her robes mostly red with flashes of black and her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, in a style he never saw her wear when she was here as a teenager. “We’re here on invitation, after all.”

Lan Wangji turns to his brother, who’s smile almost doesn’t look strained. His gives a tiny shrug, and the fact that his brother hadn’t actually expected Wei Wuxian to show up doesn’t make him want to strangle him any less.

“Of course, Lady Wen,” Lan Xichen starts.

“It’s Madame Wei,” she interrupts, her dark eyes amused.

Lan Xichen falters. “Oh?”

“Sect Leader Lan,” Wei Wuxian says, only addressing Lan Xichen even though obviously everyone in the hall is looking at them, including Wei Wuxian’s two siblings.  Lan Wangji has to force himself not to flinch at lack of inflection, at the hollow emotionlessness that he hadn’t even known Wei Wuxian was capable of. “My wife, Wei Qing, who I’m sure you remember.”

Lan Xichen nods.

Wei Wuxian gestures to the third member of their group, a young man who appears to still be a teenager, if only barely. He’s dressed like Wei Wuxian and he carries both a sword and a flute. “This is my son, Wei Yuan.”

Not quite that old, then. Fifteen at most.

Lan Wangji wants to grab Wei Wuxian and shake him. He wants to tear him apart until this stranger with a familiar face stops being unknowable.

What he wants doesn’t matter.

He inclines his head and says, “Sect Leader Wei. Be welcome in Cloud Recess.”

Wei Wuxian finally looks at him then. Lan Wangji’s chest burns and he thinks that this must be what Wei Wuxian felt like when he took that brand in the cave all those years ago.

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shanastoryteller·6 days agoText

three–rings:

hildahuffle:

azureblue-bunnykisses:

i don’t care how stuck up the Lans pretend to be, you cannot convince me that kids aren’t hooking up left and right at Gusu Summer School. you think you can stick a bunch of horny teens in dorms while every adult goes to bed at 9pm and they just??? won’t make out with each other???? have you lost your mind?????

losing your virginity at Gusu Summer School is an unspoken rite of passage among the cultivation sects, that is the hill i will die on.

(and bonus clout to anyone who manages to get in bed with a Lan…looking at you Mingjue 👀)

#the benefit of an unreliable narrator#is that this 100% did happen and no one can prove otherwise#wwx was so focussed on lwj he didn’t notice#but literally everyone else was hooking up the whole time#lwj DID notice (because he’s watched years of this)#it’s why he gets so pissy over wwx flirting with mianmian#he knows mianmian is in the lead for bingo#which is a longstanding tradition in which young disciples attempt to hook up with someone from every main sect#except your own because eeeewwww#and everyone can see jc is gone for wq#sp obviously she’s got her eye on wei ying!#lwj is so whipped he doesn’t notice jyl and mm making put in the library while wwx does his copying#anyway good headcanon is good#cloud recesses#other people’s hcs#disciple exchange#saving queue for later

@theuntamednarrator 

Mianmian got BINGO and then peaced out I love this headcannon 

#look. LOOK.#it’s been TWO DECADES since the wen have sent a rep to the lectures#you think luo ‘then i will secede from the sect’ qingyang#is going to miss the opportunity to be the first person in TWENTY years to hit bingo?#to live up to her IDOL the great cangse sanren?#cssr blew into cloud recesses#hooked up with nmj’s mum. wq & wn’s dad. and jingyi’s parents#(they had him late)#mianmian’s mum (where do you think mm heard the stories?)#then she fell in love with wcz and peaced put#*out#an absolute LEGEND#disaster bi energy runs in the family#other people’s posts#cloud recesses#bingo  @theuntamednarrator

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shanastoryteller·6 days agoPhoto

aimthrice:

this is still wonky but i’m done!! (a very belated happy birthday to both of them T___T💖!!!!!!!!!)

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shanastoryteller·6 days agoText

geraltofriviasleftbuttcheek:

eranawrites:

geraltofriviasleftbuttcheek:

jaskier buys geralt hair ribbons that match his doublets so he and geralt match wherever they go and geralt can have a little bright pop of color to remind him of his bard when the path takes him away for a time

in return geralt gets jaskier a black choker ribbon with a little wolf pendant on it so he can keep geralt close even when they’re apart, subtle and only for him, just like his witcher’s love

very good take. but also for your consideration:

jaskier buys geralt hair ribbons that match his doublets so he and geralt match wherever they go and geralt doesn’t notice until it’s pointed out to him

random villager: look! the brave witcher wears the same color ribbon as his bard to tell everyone he’s taken! oh, how romantic!

geralt: my what

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shanastoryteller·6 days agoText

unpopular opinion but if the redemption arc is actually just about discovering the character wasnt that bad to begin with and was subject to outside manipulation and pressured beyond their control it’s not a redemption arc

like. it’s still really cool writing and great character work. but it’s not a redemption arc.

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shanastoryteller·8 days agoText

people are getting into a fight about jkr in my law school group chat (this is hell) and no one needs to justify dropping or not dropping her or fandom or whatever, i truly do not care about the choices other people make here, but every time someone is like “she’s transphobic we can no longer stan :(” all i can think is 

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