#But yeah like. Be a little too ready to do necromancy? Y’know we don’t LIKE it but. It’s okay we’ll stick by ya.

[fumifooms]

I think some inherent comfort of the party’s relationship, of why they’re so tightly knit and wholesome, is that it’s kinda the embodiment of "people that care for each other unconditionally, so much so that you could be the biggest freak on Earth and they would still not turn their back to you". Like, Laios’ whole character arc is that he was scared of others and their judgement, that he should hide a big part of himself and his interests to be tolerated if not accepted… But showing himself to others was the road through which the party bonded and got closer, and by the end of the story Laios literally turns into his monster because it was his biggest wish and everyone sees it and also he eats his human body a lot. After that he runs to the woods and is so scared of everyone not wanting to see him again, but y’know what. It’s fine his party still loves him, and aghhhh ouch my heart

I think also, Izutsumi was central to the party having a found family feel. The party was mostly made of work colleagues acquaintances, but adopting a stray/teenager that has no one on the way in your grand adventure really makes the whole family vibe skyrocket.

#Laios is kinda that “be so authentically yourself that it inspires others” thing #Dungeon meshi manga spoilers #SPOILERS #Dungeon meshi #The new year drafts purge #But yeah like. Be a little too ready to do necromancy? Y’know we don’t LIKE it but. It’s okay we’ll stick by ya. #Bro you CHEATED on your wife?? I am giving you the death stare forevermore but like I still care about you I’ll be worried if a horse break #Your arm. Oh you lied bc not knowing why she left you makes you feel foolish? HUH. Anyways I’m going to shower you in optimism #Sorry marchil possessed me again #If you’re a nasty cat teen who introduced yourself to everyone by threatening murder with a knife and doesn’t respect anyone or anything #… Sigh ok you can still snuggle with me in bed. #The ‘I will not eat any monster no I refuse’ to ‘asking a kingdom’s worth of people to indirectly eat your friend’s sister’ pipeline real #The pipeline is understanding and good faith and unity and love #meta

[theenduringsun]

day 1 - gifted child

for @enbymagicianweek day 1, about backstory and pre-plague life

magic can be both a gift and a curse. saria’s family doesn’t understand. at five years old, saria definitely doesn’t understand.

(content warnings: animal death, gore)

“Saria? What happened to Count Spada?”

The voice of their older sister, concerned and soft, fell on deaf ears. Saria was too busy staring at the lifeless form of Count Spada—the cat, not his very much alive namesake. They weren’t sure what happened; they’d simply found the poor cat lying on the floor in the foyer of their family’s estate.

“Saria? Saria, answer me!”

Tears welled up behind their eyes as Saria shook their head, unable to speak. They vaguely registered a frustrated sigh from their sister before more footsteps shuffled in behind them, accompanied by soft, surprised gasps.

“Lydia, what happened?”

“Did your sister do this?”

“She’s far too reckless. I always tell her…”

“Relax, Marta. She’s only five. How could she kill a cat?”

Saria shut their eyes tight, trying their very best to keep the tears from falling out. Their breaths became short and shallow, and their lips quivered before a full-on sob wracked their small form. 

They were only five! This wasn’t their fault! All they wanted was their cat back!

“Mother? What’s happening to Saria?!”

An array of shocked, yet composed voices forced Saria’s eyes open. Tendrils of deep purple mist snaked from their hands towards the body of Count Spada. Saria watched with rapt attention as the cat’s flesh melted away, replaced by stark white bone. The bones shook, then stood, raising their rear end in the air in a stretch. Two bright purple orbs of light took the place of the cat’s eyes, and they turned to stare at their audience with a dry, rattling “Meow.”

Saria barely registered the horrified gasps and screams behind them as they rushed forward to greet their reanimated pet.

“Count Spada! You’re back!”

---

The cafeteria of Hastings Institute for the Arcane was full of hustle and bustle as Saria deftly navigated the lines. Their work was done for the day; it had taken them a while, but after finally mastering a complex spell to speak with the dead, their mentor had given them the rest of the night off. Saria picked out a plate of pasta with a rich-looking meat sauce, then made their way out into the main eating area.

“Saria! Over here!”

They turned to see three other students, one of whom was waving at them. Ben, the waver, was a student in the elemental school, and Charles, smiling at Saria sweetly, studied regeneration. Marigold, a student of the prophecy school, also sat with them, giving a small wave to Saria as they looked at her.

Saria grinned, walking over to their table. “How’s it going, you three?”

“Pretty alright,” Ben replied, his mouth full of cake.

Marigold rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Ben, don’t talk with your mouth full! Were you raised in a barn?”

“Yes, Marigold, I was,” Ben shot back. 

“And you haven’t even finished your main course!” Marigold continued, ignoring Ben’s retort. “Dessert comes after the meal, Benjamin.”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Marigold. Not all of us can be fancy nobles like you.”

“You could stand to behave like one.” Marigold flipped her hair over her shoulder and scoffed before the entire table broke into laughter. These sorts of conversations were commonplace, and neither party meant anything by their insults. 

“I do wonder what it’s like, growing up in a palace,” Charles commented idly. “Did you have servants and stuff, Marigold?”

Marigold smiled. “We didn’t live in a palace, but my family’s estate was quite grand,” she explained. “We didn’t have too many servants; just a butler and a few maids. My mother insisted on doing the cooking. She grew up poor, and cooking was always a sign of love to her.”

Saria smiled, twirling a few strands of spaghetti on their fork. “That’s really sweet. She clearly loved her family a lot.”

“I can’t help but miss it,” Marigold sighed, placing her fork neatly next to her knife on her plate. “Hastings is...quite different from Firent. Good, of course, but still different.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t help being the only student from there,” Ben added. “I’m mostly lucky there’s a few other people from Milova here. We don’t really talk, but it’s still nice.”

Conversation stalled for a moment, each student either eating or taking some time to reminisce. Before long, Charles turned to Saria, an inquisitive look on his face. “Y’know, Saria, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about your family.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Saria replied. 

“Plenty!” Marigold answered. “Where you’re from, what your social class was, how many siblings you have—”

“Okay, okay, I’ll spill,” Saria interrupted, laughter accenting their remark. They put their fork down and tucked a short lock of hair behind their ear. “I’m from Vesuvia. Youngest of three, by a lot; my older sister’s 27, my brother’s 25, and here I am at 13.”

Ben whistled. “That’s a huge gap. And I thought my sister was old, but she’s only 17!”

Saria giggled. “Yeah, there are rumors that my dad, uh, cheated on my mom. Y’know, comes with the territory of being a noble’s kid.”

“Especially in Vesuvia,” Marigold added. “Not to offend you, my dear, but that city is notorious for its gossip.”

“You can say that again.” Saria took a sip from their glass of water and sighed. “I remember when Talia first got here; she openly gawked at the ‘missing daughter of the Meridans’ for a solid week.”

Charles laughed. “She tends to gawk at a lot of things.”

“That she does,” Ben interjected. “She saw me casting a flame spell and stared at me like my head was on fire!”

“Are you sure your head wasn’t on fire?” Marigold asked, taking a sip from a porcelain teacup.

“Well, it was, but I don’t see how that affects things.”

Saria laughed, and the rest of the table eventually joined them. Everyone had finished their meals, and one by one, they stood and took their plates to the drop-off. They chatted idly as they walked back to their dormitories, Ben walking backwards to address the rest of the small group.

“I still don’t get it, Saria,” Ben stated, hands in the pockets of his white and gold uniform. “You talked about who your family was, but not what they’re like. Do you not like them or something?”

Marigold scoffed. “You can’t just ask someone that, Benjamin!” 

“I can and I will!”

“It’s fine,” Saria interrupted. “To be honest, all I really remember was them being mad at me. I was sent here at five, y’know.”

Charles nodded. “That’s right. But what did they get mad at you for?”

Saria smirked. “Well, there was the whole no-gender thing and refusing to wear the pretty dresses my mother picked out, but they were mostly mad that I reanimated my cat.”

“What?!” Marigold exclaimed. “At five?!”

“Quiet down, Marigold! You’ll wake up the whole school!” Ben shouted back just as loudly.

Saria giggled. “Yeah, my family wasn’t very...appreciative of their new skeleton cat. So here I am. Youngest necromancy student in a century, so I’m told.”

Charles smiled sweetly at Saria, his eyes filled with compassion and a hint of pity. “I’m sure they love you more than you know.”

“I’m not sure,” Saria replied, “but it’s a nice thought.”

As the small group approached the dormitories, Ben and Charles said goodnight and peeled off as Marigold and Saria continued on. When they reached the girls’ dorms, Marigold placed a hand on Saria’s shoulder. “I forgot to tell you, Saria,” she said softly. “I did a divination for you this morning.”

“Oh?” Saria asked. “What did it say?”

Marigold’s smile grew, her face glowing in the light of the streetlamp. “The road ahead of you is filled with uncertainty and peril, but one thing is certain: the whole world is going to know your name someday.”

Saria blinked in surprise. “That’s quite the prophecy.”

“Indeed,” Marigold replied. “My mentor was impressed that I got something of that level out. Usually it’s just weather predictions and lottery numbers.” She squeezed Saria’s shoulder gently and nodded at her. “Take heart. It will all turn out okay in the end.” With that, she turned to enter the dormitory, giving one last wave to Saria before the door shut behind her.

Saria stood there for a moment, a little awestruck. “The whole world will know my name, huh?” they asked no one in particular, sticking their hands in their pockets. They looked up at the night sky; the moon was a slim crescent, and the stars dotted the inky blackness like freckles.

They smiled to themself, continuing on the path towards their dormitory.

“I hope they’re ready for me.”

#enbymcweek2020 #the arcana #fan apprentice #i got back into the arcana just in time to yell about my new apprentice for a week. get ready

[nadziejastar]

The great cylindrical hall they called the Round Room was built from the same cold white material as everything else. In the center was a huge round dais, like a stage, with thirteen tall chairs of various heights arranged in a circle around it. 

The other twelve chairs were occupied by others in black cloaks, though Roxas was unsure if he could name them all. He looked down at the strange, cross-like emblem on the dais and remembered seeing it on the headboard of his bed. He knew what it stood for. It was the symbol of the Organization and of the Nobodies. But he didn’t know who had told him that.

I know! They are SO cult-like it’s not even funny. They are literally a death cult that forces the members to add the symbol of death into their new names.

Portals from the corridors rippled and opened atop the chairs of the Round Room, like candles lighting in negative, and a few members of the Organization appeared in their black cloaks. Numbers 1 through 7 took their seats—Xemnas, Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, Zexion, and Saïx.

“Why are we allowing a novice to attend?” Vexen complained. The aforementioned “novice”—Saïx, the lowest ranked of those present—didn’t even glance up from the dais.

When the members arrive in the chairs, it’s described like candles being lit. Notice that Saïx never looks up from the dais during the meeting. During this meeting, the apprentices talk about “fragments”.

The trio quickly assumed their fighting stances, as Saïx went on with a low monologue. “Pitiful Heartless, mindlessly collecting hearts. And yet they know not the true power of what they hold. The rage of the Keyblade releases those hearts. They gather in darkness, masterless and free…until they weave together to form Kingdom Hearts. And when that time comes at last, we can truly exist.”

He almost sounded as though he were reciting an incantation.

I'm pretty sure that Saïx WAS reciting an incantation. It’s even implied that he can hear voices that no one else can.

In his own room, Demyx was fixing his hair in front of the mirror. It didn’t mean he was especially interested in his own hairstyle. But, memories from when he was a human made him do it, thought Demyx. His sitar stood against the wall. It was a special sitar that could be a weapon, shaped from his human memories. Finishing setting his hair, Demyx picked up the sitar and strummed it.

I play and play, but I can’t make a satisfying sound. In truth, I know I won’t be satisfied in all eternity. If you don’t have a heart, there’s no such thing as satisfaction. You don’t even think you want to be satisfied.

“Keep it down.”

Suddenly, along with displeased words, Demyx sensed a presence behind him, and he turned. Xaldin was standing there.

“Is it too hard to at least knock before barging into people’s rooms?” Demyx stated, displeased, and strummed the sitar again.

“What will you do with those human memories you cling to?”

In the short stories novel, the Organization is planning to send their members to Castle Oblivion soon. And Xaldin talks to Demyx in his room, asking about his human memories. This scene is interesting because it’s similar to another scene in the KH2 novel, which I will mention later.

“Hah? What are you saying, old man?” Demyx’s hand stopped, and he turned just his face towards Xaldin. “What about you?”

“Nothing at all. But I’m interested in how you guys let your human memories influence you.”

“Hmm,” Demyx responded, disinterestedly, and plucked the sitar three times.

“Won’t you keep it in moderation? It’s loud, I can’t sleep.”

“Not being able to sleep cause of the noise is kinda, well, human-like, isn’t it?” Demyx said, smiling. His hand kept moving over the strings.

“Fool. Nobodies need rest too. A terrible force is moving this world. We gotta rest to store up power.”

Xaldin also tells Demyx that a terrible force is moving the world.

“Well, it’s a break, in a sense… Xemnas also went out, you see.”

“Hmm… it’s rare for him to go out,” Luxord said, quietly, tidying the cards.

“No, he goes here and there fairly often. Because now is a very important time for the organisation.”

“What’s very important?” Axel asked, peering into Xigbar’s face.

“The world is moving. We’ve gotta be worried about own fragment’s movement, right?”

“Fragment?” Luxord leaned his head to one side.

“The rest is a secret,” said Xigbar, teasingly, getting off the table and starting to walk. “Be really careful not to let them use you.” At Xigbar’s words, Axel and Luxord looked at each other.

Xigbar mentions it, too. Axel and Luxord were playing cards and then he started talking about fragments and not letting “them” use you.

“Don’t leave this world without a mission.”

“This place is suffocating,” Axel said, as he started walking.

“…Can’t you hear the world’s screams?”

“Screams?”

Axel finally turned around, and looked up at Saïx standing on a stairway.

“The time when we should move will come soon.”

“I dunno, whatever.” Axel turned his back on Saïx, and opened a dark portal in front of him.

But Saïx is the one who asks Axel if he can hear the world’s screams. What the heck does that even mean? And he said "we" should move soon. I don't think he was referring to the Organization. Axel was really creeped out and had to leave afterwards, even though he was just told not to. Stuff like this is why Axel could never leave the Organization. He knew that his friend was one seriously messed up dude who needed help.

In a room made of white marble, a large mirror reflected Demyx as he prepared to leave for the mission. He took particular care with his hairstyle, painstakingly manipulating the brown strands with a comb to make them stand straight up. Saïx observed him from behind with what appeared to be distaste. In stark contrast to Demyx, Saïx left his long blue hair unstyled. The X-shaped scar on his forehead was all the style he needed.

“What d’you want? I’m kinda busy.” Irritated, Demyx turned around.

Instead of responding, the other man simply disappeared.

“Excuse me?!” Demyx shouted at the space where Saïx had been standing.

And then, as if to take Saïx’s place, Xigbar appeared with his hood low over his eyes. “Ready yet?”

This is the scene from the KH2 novel. It’s like with the one where Xaldin interrupted Demyx while he was fixing his hair. In this scene Saïx’s X-shaped scar is mentioned, as well as a mirror. Also, the white marble description sounds a lot like it’s drawing an allusion to Castle Oblivion. Probably not a coincidence. This scene demonstrates that Saïx is like a robot, FAR more so than any of the other Nobodies. It’s almost like he was told to summon Demyx, but he just stared at him awkwardly. Like when the Dusks collected the photos of Roxas instead of getting the real Roxas. Then Xigbar arrives “as if to take his place” because he forgot Saïx isn’t capable of behaving like a normal person. And Xigbar had his hood up, which is a hint that there’s more to all of this that they’re not telling you. Xigbar was acting as his handler in that scene.

“…Yeah, yeah, just about,” Demyx replied apathetically. “Y’know, Xigbar, I don’t really think I’m the best suited for tailing somebody…”

“Orders are orders, and you can’t go against the big man himself. Or did you forget?”

“…Hmph.” Not the most satisfying answer. Demyx scowled and leaned on the sitar in his hand.

“Anyway, you’re going to be saying hello first,” Xigbar added.

“Huh?”

“The hero and his little entourage are out and about. Saïx heard their voices.”

“Uh-huh…,” Demyx said, more like a sigh than a response, and frowned. He couldn’t hear the voices.

He may have been assigned a number, but he knew perfectly well that he just wasn’t cut out for fighting. All he could do was control water by playing music. He didn’t think of himself as especially strong. And shadowing the Keyblade wielder—or rather, Roxas—really didn’t sound like much fun. Still, he couldn’t defy the organization. For that sole reason, he had to follow his orders.

“Time to get going,” Xigbar said.

“Okay, okay…” Demyx shouldered his sitar and vanished.

This scene happens not long after Sora arrives in Hollow Bastion for the first time. Saïx heard “their” voices, which is how Xigbar knew that Sora and friends were out and about. Demyx couldn’t hear the voices. I don’t think they’re talking about Sora, Donald, and Goofy’s voices. I think it’s the same voices he heard screaming that let Xigbar and Xaldin know that the world was on the move. Whatever the hell that even meant.

The Lich is a Pureblood Heartless that appears in Kingdom Hearts III. Unlike other Heartless, it does not consume hearts to create more Heartless. Rather, it captures hearts and ferries them to the abyss of darkness. Also uniquely, if caught in time, it can be forced to relinquish the hearts it has captured, allowing them to return to their bodies.

I have to wonder if the reason Saïx can hear these voices is because his heart has been captured. So since Isa’s heart is in that abyss, Saïx can hear things. Which is...creepy.

Young Xehanort: The Lich you've been fighting—it's not like other Heartless. It exists to usher hearts down to the depths of darkness."

In fantasy fiction, a lich (from Old English meaning "corpse") is a type of undead creature. Often such a creature is the result of a transformation, as a powerful magician skilled in necromancy or a king striving for eternal life using spells or rituals to bind his intellect and soul to his "phylactery" and thereby achieving a form of immortality. Liches are depicted as being clearly cadaverous, bodies desiccated or completely skeletal. Liches are often depicted as holding power over hordes of lesser undead creatures, using them as soldiers and servants. Unlike zombies, which are often depicted as mindless, a lich is sapient, retaining independent thought and is as intelligent as it was prior to its transformation. 

I definitely think Saïx was possessed by a lot more than just Xehanort (who himself was probably possessed). He’s possessed by something associated with the Lich. They are in control of Xehanort, and they want to complete Kingdom Heats so that they can take over the Realm of Light and exist there.

#kh theories #kingdom hearts #kh meta #kh saix #kh xemnas #KH3 #kh xehanort

[wandering-bitch]

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FiLwL(A) is my 3zun cinderella which is actually just about the importance of qin su and also reuniting with your exes. Here’s my behind the scenes/notes/lore for chapters 9-11. 

ch 9: nie mingjue being hot

i wrote this before i’d even written the Murder in ch 6;;;;; i just love nie mingjue

i so deeply believe in nie mingjue being smart and able to see through meng yao because he’s straightforward and strategic. 

“hmm” i said to myself. “how do i write the bois getting together??” after much thought i decided on “by stabbing one of them a bunch”

bits of this are still funny to me. rip meng yao sometimes you gotta be up close and personal with a hot dude’s bare sweaty chest 

also my version of “romantic and sensual” is just “doing math and deciding yeah, against your better judgement, you’re gonna smooch” because i love an overthinking murder twink

“on the bright side, the late-night guest was not jin guangshan’s type. unfortunately he was exactly meng yao’s type: nie mingjue” i can’t believe i let myself write this, bc it feels way too modern, but also the tone of this fic is just sarcastic enough that modern grouchy shit works 

ever since i discovered that camel was a delicacy in tang china i became OBSESSED with it. i nearly included it in ‘i have always loved the door’ and it makes an appearance in ‘blood in the cut’

the guan reappears!! or at least is mentioned.in case u forgot it from chapter 1 it is Definitely Not A Glass Slipper Or Anything

“i love ruining a twink’s life” i said in the author’s notes. i was not lying. my hobbies are making nie mingjue look cool and making jin guangyao suffer.

“xichen was disappointed when he didn’t see you there” “and you of course, weren’t” “on the contrary i was happy to see you” is one of the exchanges that was like. core to this fic. similar to “i met someone” “i don’t know what you want me to say to that” “neither do i”

when outlining fics i tend to include some key dialogue/exchanges that strike me as the Mood TM and half the time these exchanges go through incredible rewrites or just get deleted, but it’s always nice to see them survive

the xiangqi was so much fun to write, not bc i have played the game a bunch (i haven’t) but bc it gave me a fun way to talk about the conversation without talking about the conversation.

“a controlled leak qould have been very useful” makes me so happy it’s such a MOOD and nie mingjue immediately going heart-eyes over it is complete wish fulfillment. when will a hot sword lesbian be enamored over my ruthless scheming???? im taking sword lesbian gf applications over in my ask box

“But it hadn’t been easy” this paragraph originally included “Nie Mingjue had broadened his moral compass, and Meng Yao had learned to trust” or something but i couldn’t  really figure out how meng yao would describe his own personal growth since he left qinghe. like he DID grow he DID learn that he can trust the people he loves to trust him and that it’s worth bringing people in on your schemes and plans.... but he’s too dumb to describe this. 

the xiyao troll’s comment on this was “LMFAO that oocness from both meng yao and nmj where nmj is suddenly JGY levels of cunning and JGY is dumb enough to make mistakes XD”

this has stuck with me so hard

how do you read Falling in Love with Love and only discover after 16k words that i think meng yao makes mistakes?????

how do u consume any adaptation of mdzs and think that nmj isn’t smart enough to go “huh that cunning twink who is absolutely mooning over me and xichen and also plays weiqi like my old buddy seems REAL FUCKING FAMILIAR” nmj canonically sees thru jgy machinations all the time

anyway i love nmj and the xiyao troll

did you know there’s an exchange to celebrate the troll’s works??? i discovered it after signups closed but im going to enjoy reading all of them

ch 10: and with very little trouble

this took me like a month to write oops but that’s just because a lot has to happen

the opening where meng yao is being mean to qin su was so hard to write. meng yao getting overworked?? fine. meng yao getting abused??? cool. meng yao being slightly short with his sister, who is in no way hurt by this bc she can tell it’s not about her??? HORRIBLE!!!

the detective scene happened. there’s not a lot to say about it, i don’t think, except to note that han meilin did try to stand up for qin su

ch 11: impossible things are happening every day

cinderella time mother fuckers!!! this is another one that took time!!

ch 10 took time bc i wasn’t 100% sure how it would play out

this took time bc even though i knew exactly what would happen and how, it has to be Real Good, y’know? it’s tying up the entire fic. if these 2k words don’t work, then the rest of the fic will feel less good and ppl won’t come back to it

(please everyone come back to this over and over if only to laugh at my obvious qin su agenda)

qin su and meng yao fighting over who gets to take the fall for their joint murder. i love them.

i wasn’t planning for this fic to start the sunshot campaign but here we are. in the war. 

How did this version of the sunshot campaign go? Well. not good. because someone has no reason to invent necromancy. But not as poorly as you’d think. Jiang Sect isn’t destroyed, and the Cloud Recesses are functional (although not at full capacity), so they have more strength on hand. Plus, Meng Yao encouraged Koi Tower to funnel money and resources into the Qin Sect, specifically so if the war started before he expected it to (whoops!!! it did!!!!), those resources would be somewhere he could encourage to fight. 

on the one hand, the sunshot campaign’s territory is divided in half by the wens. on the other hand, that means the wens are fighting on both the northern and southern border (since, again, jiang sect is still alive)

anyway i’d say it’s a more steady war, as opposed to my recollection of canon where like. everyone’s fucking miserable until our sexy goth boi comes out with his corpses and wrecks shop. 

then han meilin and qin su look at their families and say “if you do not let us marry right now in a way that combines our sects equally...... we will just do it anyway.” 

(meng yao in the background, holding a thin knife: fucking try me. try me. i want you to be mean to my sister just so i can stab you with my knives.)

anyway it’s time for the epilogue where meng yao is vice general and there is no more wen sect

(have i thought about the dafan wens in this ‘verse? no. i probably should not, either, as wwx would be less ride-or-die for them and that means maybe wen qing and wen ning would die in a war camp)

never mind!!! happy thoughts only!!!! like how qin su and meng yao are getting ready to kill again bc they are the bi crime sibling club!!!! 

jin zixuan is invited to family brunch but he’s never invited to bi crime sibling club because qin su and meng yao refuse to let him lose his innocence. 

“ge, jie, i’m married with children, i don’t have any innocence to lose--” “oh didi, precious baby, our infant brother, shining beacon of our heart...”

mo xuanyu is also forbidden from joining bi crime club. he’s too baby. 

they do discover other jin bastards and invite them to lunch and sure, there might eventually be another bi criminal.

3zun visits each other in 2 month chunks, with one to two month breaks as needed. so the epilogue is the beginning of 2 months hanging out in meng yao’s house, and then later in the year they’ll hang out in the cloud recesses or whatever

qin su and meng yao both have secret lists of places to acquire babies for each other. han meilin knows about both of these lists and laughs every time she sees the same orphanages on both lists.

the final comment from the xiyao troll on this was: “Interesting choice to write a bland ooc AU, but I guess this is all you can manage with your writing skill. ;) This way you don't have to worry about JGY lying to Xichen for years, murdering NMJ, attempting to murder Xichen's family in the second siege, stealing secrets from the Lan sect, corrupting a healing song Xichen trusted him with, and fully betraying LXC's and NMJ's trust.”

like. yeah. of course i sidestepped the bad things. that’s what a fix-it au is for. it’s where i say “here’s an alternate universe, where certain bad things do not happen.” it’s where i say “if meng yao had always had qin su around to counteract the messaging his mother gave him, he might not have gone so far in his quest for power”. duh. 

also like kiddo, troll, friend. the pitch for this fic is “cinderella except with murder and qin su rights”. i’ve been clear from the top that this is an Indulgent Fic with No Pretenses of Quality. im proud of some sentences and passages, but this ain’t Blood In The Cut where im tryna Say something or either of my jiang cheng-centric fics where im focusing on good characterization. 

it’s a cozy murder where qin su gets to live and have a cool wife

#behind the scenes #my fic #falling in love with love