#Madame Dragonfly

[bonzogalactico]

#black hammer #the cabin of horrors #Madame Dragonfly #comics

[balu8]

Kelley Jones: Madame Dragonfly

#kelley jones #black hammer #cover #madame dragonfly #dark horse comics

[raurquiz]

#Happybirthday @cpmbiggs #CaseyBiggs #actor #Damar #startrek #deepspacenine #enterprise #brokenarrow #dragonfly #thementalist #majorcrimes #thegoodwife #thexfiles #Othello #GeneralHospital #MadamSecretary #Unbelievable #ColininBlackandWhite #Amsterdam #ds930 #startrek57 @TrekCore

#happybirthday #casey biggs #actor #damar #startrek #deep space nine #enterprise #brokenarrow #dragonfly #the mentalist #major crimes #the good wife #the x files #othello #general hospital #madam secretary #unbelievable #colininblackandwhite #amsterdam

[gooberscollage]

Public Domain Art

Sources

1. Revival Banner (Seven-headed Beast Rev. 12)

2. Plic en Ploc by Monogrammist G.J.

3. The Madame B Album by Marie-Blanche Hennelle Fournier

4. Cat and Dragonfly Silhouette by Ira Blount

#collage #collage material #art #magazine #art materials #kidcore #1900s #1800s #medival #dragon #fantasy #painting #drawing #cat #bat #scary #clown #circus #clowncore #cw clown #tw clown

[zebracakesarecopingmechanisms]

Assigning each ASOUE book a TMA entity (+why)

*Also taking the Netflix show’s portrayal/atmosphere into account.

The Bad Beginning: Web 🕸️

The Baudelaires are beginning to realize that things have been going on behind the scenes that they can’t understand; they are almost completely trapped in Olaf’s scheme til Klaus finds a loophole.

The Reptile Room: Hunt 🦷

The Incredibly Deadly Viper is initially percieved as a threat, if short-lived, and the Baudelaires are surrounded by dangerous creatures. Simultaneously, this is the book in which they truly realize Olaf is determined to keep chasing them.

The Wide Window: Lonely ☁️

Imagery of a large, empty house in a grey, foggy lake setting combined with the theme of grief. They are also without their guardian for a while after she faked suicide and was temporarily presumed dead.

The Miserable Mill: Dark 🌑

The Baudelaires do not know what happened with their parents here; information is being hidden from them. Klaus’ vision is literally impaired at several points in the story due to his glasses being damaged, in addition to the mandatory nightly “lights out” immediately after dinner.

The Austere Academy: Slaughter🔪

Vice Principal Nero’s fixation on the violin provides frenzied music, a common theme of the slaughter. The children are collectively cruel to the Baudelaires via Carmelita’s leadership. They demonstrate moblike behavior at the pep rallies.

The Ersatz Elevator: Spiral 🌀

The penthouse has hundreds of rooms and corridors in which one can easily be lost; there are repeating patterns on walls and furniture as well as the children’s clothing. Proportions seem exaggerated, ie the scale of the house, the limo, Esmé’s hat and fur coat, etc. The elevator is a false door that acts as a deception. Esmé is the first character to convincingly lie to the Baudelaires, and the contradictory rules of the In/Out system are nonsensical and confusing. And, of course, there is literally a Red Herring at the auction.

The Vile Village: Buried ⚰️

The Baudelaires are, in a literal sense, in a dry and dusty desert village full of sand. In addition to this, Duncan and Isadora are trapped together in the cramped, dark space of the fountain for the bulk of the story. In a more figurative sense, the Baudelaires are also buried under extensive suffocating and restrictive laws.

The Hostile Hospital: Eye 👁️

Heimlich Hospital contained files of information on nearly every conceivable subject; a massive gathering of knowledge by a man who ironically has poor vision. Olaf keeps a constant watch through the security cameras, and when Klaus is being forced to operate on his sister, an entire theater is seeing him.

The Carnivorous Carnival: Flesh 🥩

While the “carnival freaks” are of course not actually examples of body horror and are just people with deformities, they are still viewed as such by audiences within the narrative. Additionally, Madame Lulu is literally eaten alive by lions.

The Slippery Slope: Vast 🌊

In this case, the Vast mainly refers to the sky and heights, though the ocean is incorporated at the very end leading into the Grim Grotto. Falling off the mountain is a constant background fear; Sunny’s cage is thrown off the edge, and we see Kit do her little falling-and-flying trick with the dragonfly wings.

The Grim Grotto: Corruption 🪰

I was tempted to put the Vast here, but honestly the ocean itself was more of a unusual setting than a legitimate source of fear. The major conflict of the story was the infection/contamination of the Medusoid Mycelium.

The Penultimate Peril: Stranger 🎭

The Baudelaires do not know whether they anyone are speaking with is trustworthy, especially Ernest vs. Dewey.

The End: Extinction 🏭

The island is partially covered in garbage and debris, and everyone there is poisoned by the Medusoid Mycelium and will presumably be wiped out.

*Honorable mentions to the Desolation (fire, suffering) the Lonely (very few believe or help) and the Hunt (Count Olaf’s constant pursuit) as overtones of the entire series.

#asoue spoilers #like big time #tma #the magnus archives #tma fears #tma entities #magnuspod #vfd #ASOUE #a series of unfortunate events #🤡.txt

[free-my-boy-grumbot]

Snicketober prompts

I don’t have the time or energy to do an art challenge but i definitely can make one! here u guys go <3

1. Baudelaires

2. Sugarbowl gen

3. Snickets

4. Death

5. Dragonfly

6. Dark Avenue

7. Theatre troupe

8. Prufrock

9. Underrated character

10. Disguise

11. Reptiles

12. Lucky Smells

13. Least favourite character

14. Favourite character backstory

15. Last safe place

16. Favourite ship

17. Quagmires

18. Hospital

19. Madame Lulu

20. Mr Poe

21. Anwhistle

22. On the lam

23. Island

24. Courtroom

25. Mycelium

26. Marriage

27. Mount Fraught

28. Denouement

29. Canon divergent

30. Poetry

31. Favourite ASOUE book

if someone does this that will actually be so cool and swag thanks

#snicketober #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #vfd #lemony snicket #daniel handler #art #artist #october #snicketverse

[tavina-writes]

one of my most favorite things in all the world when writing is when people's address of each other change over time. For example:

The way that Ningning moves from 'Zewu-jun' to 'Lan Huan' IN THE NARRATION makes me both feral and insane. (especially because in this fic LXC himself refers to "Lan Huan" as the most frail and breakable parts of himself.)

"Lan Huan looks grim tonight," Madam Lan says, after placing her stone on the board. "And distracted as well, for he has not been playing well for some nights now."  It is still summer, so it cannot entirely be the events of Guanyin Temple wearing on his mind. After all, typically Sect Leader Lan only started to look too grim about the events of Guanyin Temple after it started to grow cool in the evenings instead of hot and muggy, and even that came and went, some years heavier, some years lighter.  Whatever new trouble plagued him that he had yet to speak of with his wife is a new matter then.  "Lan Huan feels besieged by outside troubles," Zewu-jun sighs, staring at the board. "And thus cannot help but feel grim." 

Like, they have two completely different impressions of "Lan Huan" here. (something something else about the parallel quality of having gone from "Da-niangzi" to "Niangzi" to "Ningning" from LXC's perspective.)

He considers what she has told him slowly, their hands still linked despite there being no real purpose to it. "Ningning," he says, after he has finished thinking. "I would never willingly put myself in true danger." Not if it meant leaving you behind.  She knows this, but her worry is not encompassed in this. "I know." She appreciates his efforts nonetheless, for they are not made without sacrifice on his part. "Lan Huan, I am not worried about what will happen to me. I am worried about what will happen to you." I am worried about what will happen to you, because I care about you. Do you understand? He stills, for the space of a breath. "I will do my best to honor your faith in me." I understand.  They do not often talk about these things, because she has never learned to be direct about it, even now, years after she has left home. When she was younger she had never dreamed of love and certainly never spoke of it with anything more than passing curiosity, like a dragonfly glancing off the surface of a lake, knowing full well that if it was ever submerged it would drown (even if, in the beginning, it'd lived in that very water until it grew wings and learned to fly).  Her inability to speak of it hurt him in some ways, and she has tried, in recent years, to be better at it, though it did not come naturally to her.  Today, perhaps, she has managed to say so inadvertently, without weighing too much that it became old and stale. Today, perhaps, she has surprised him. 

Like there is something about this that makes me so ferally unhinged.

#my writing #ningning-core #closer to grief #xichen's no good very bad post canon life

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 28 Group 140

Propaganda and further images under the cut

Rusties: Rodney Copperbottom, Lugnut/Lug, Fender Pinwheeler, Piper Pinwheeler, Diesel Springer, Crank Casey (& Wonderbot, Aunt Fanny, Cappy)

Protectors of Spiral City: Abraham Slamkowski/Abraham Slam, Mark Markz/Barbalien, Gail Gibbons/Golden Gail, Madame Dragonfly, TLK-E WLK-E/Talky Walky, Colonel Randall Weird (& Joseph Weber/Black Hammer)

Submissions are still open!

Rusties:

Within the societal structure of Robot City, there exists a social class referred to as Outmodes. Outmodes are robots whose parts are no longer being manufactured and, due to their economic status, cannot afford to purchase the newer, upgraded ones on the market. The fate of all outmodes is to be sweeped up, smelted down, and repurposed, when their old, broken bodies eventually fall apart. The Rusties are a ragtag group of outmodes living out of a boarding house. With the assistance of Rodney’s inventive prowess, they begin repairing other outmodes themselves. The film culminates in them fighting/defeating the evil robots responsible for the despicable treatment of outmodes.

Protectors of Spiral City:

A group of superheroes that once defended the sprawling metropolis of Spiral City. By killing the Anti-God, a malevolent cosmic being that threatened to destroy all of existence, they unwittingly upset the cosmic balance between good and evil. In order to prevent the universe from correcting itself and resurrecting the Anti-God, Spiral City’s heroes were forced to permanently exile themselves to another dimension. They now reside on a farm within the town of Rockwood, a timeless pocket dimension of sorts, where they attempt to pass themselves off as a (rather dysfunctional) family.

#tumblr polls #poll #polls #tournament poll #found family #found family tournament 2023 #tumblr tournament #tournament #The Rusties #Robots #The Protectors of Spiral City #Black Hammer #Rusties: Rodney Copperbottom #Lugnut/Lug #Fender Pinwheeler #Piper Pinwheeler #Diesel Springer #Crank Casey #Protectors of Spiral City #Abraham #Slamkowski #Abraham Slam #Mark Markz #Barbalien #Gail Gibbons #Golden Gail #Madame Dragonfly #TLK-E WLK-E #Talky Walky #Colonel Randall Weird

[omniversecomicsguide]

What starts off as a tribute to superhero universes turns into something far darker, deeper and ok for the indie kids to love!

BLACK HAMMER made our recent TOP TEN MOST-WANTED INDIE OMNIBUS list:

PLAY: Top Ten Most Wanted Indie Omnibus

ARTISTS: Paul Pope & Dave Stewart

COVER: Black Hammer: Age of Doom #12 (2018, variant)

FEATURING: Abraham Slam, Golden Gail, Barbalien, Madame Dragonfly, Talky-Walky & Colonel Weird

#black hammer #paul pope #jeff lemire #dark horse comics

[tobacconist]

A Discourse On Flying, And On The Composition Of Our Magickal Oyntment, touching on the chemick thereof, and its variations between oure Trybes

AS all badde vvitches ought to know, be they yonge or aulde, þe flyinge compound can be mayde up unto three different preparations. namely:- (1)st as the oyntmente, for to rub pon de broome and de bodie (2)nd the pouudre, for to be fed to certaiyne prepared beaftes or blowen into the hearthfyre, & (3)rd as an adjunckt to certayne other formulatyons - whych fhall not be touched upon herein thys booke.

OND aye, thare be menie dyvers receipys for thys compound, whych differ yn menie accord tho theyr authors be well respeckted indiuidually, soch as þe uenerable miftrefs crouch, sister bertrille, ond olde granny grayham; whose produckts are well used by us all and are well endorsed by menie a refpected beldam yn oure communitie for menie yeare.

BUT defpite their disagreementes, alle the uarious receipt whych we have received from the auntient & uenerable bookes of oure ancestors do share five thingys yn common. namely:- (1)st is the fatte of bebbes, rendered pure, or else dried foetus, or the braynes of a manne (2)nd the toad, which is variously seethed yn a potte or else roasted yn an oven, or as ye moft auncient do they crucify hym upon the thorne and let the sunne looke upon hym and wither hym on the rood. (3)rd ys the herbal component, which differeth moft between oure uarious schooles, but yet retaineth certayne fimilarities (4)rth be flyes, for how coulde we flie elsewise? and the best kind are dragonflies, but the fecond beft are moths. and (5)th that there must needs have added to it some of the old powdre or oyle, whych ys well-proved and tested, for hyt to werke.

OFCOURSE brothers & fisters, ye all know well how to flie, either by goat or by broome,& may even have brewed oyle yourselves after thyne own houses arte; yea, let us refpect the variance yn each oure cuftoms,& feek to ymprove oure owne houses arte by the confideration of eachothers noble practifes.

HEREIN is the receipt for the flyinge oyntmente and pouudre, from the verie booke of the dread and venerable madame marcouche herself, by her gracyous permifsion , and wyth adjoinyng commentarie by others: FOR THE POUUDER:- whych hys best fit for goatys ond horsys, may, they must be made to grow accustomed to thys, and neuer should hyt be put yn a mannes mouthe. take ye the withered toad and reduce hym to pouvdre bones and all yn a rough mortar, and to this add gunpowder or brimstone, and hot pepper & muftard, ond alfo flies. and hyt fhould fparck as hyt ys grownd upp. forget not alfo the fodder, whych preuenteth the beafte from exploding, & yt ys mayde of herbys whych vary by cuftom. we ufe þe [text is either missing or redacted] and funflower feeds are goode alfo, for they grow ryght talle nigh unto heauen. and [text is either missing or redacted] now, þe fpecyal ingreedient be þe innofant, which where torne from heir muthers wombe, hyt fhould be fmoked slow wyth appelwood, mugwort, & garlick untill hyt be crysp; ond hyt ys bettre to induce þe vyle slutte to offer hyt up willynglie, doynge hyt of her owne freewill, for thys ys more pleafing to oure master than hyt fhould be taken by force or cunnynge. for [text is either missing or redacted] ond hyt ys beft to haruest þe thynge yn þe seuenth moonth. (ond beware false sellers of thys ingrediment, what adulterate their produckt wyth fillers such as talcum powder, chalk, or asbestos. true baby powder as certified by the vvitches council must comprise atleast 72% human foetus by volume. adulteration with llama or horse foetus is also prevalent, as well as the braines of apes or menn.) mix hyt then wyth the othre poudre, and a portion of wellproved pouucler whych ys ould at thy ouun judgemente; and measure the whole yn thy balance untill hyt fhould feem weightless. then hyt ys fed to the beafte, oft myxed with oats to tempt hym to hyt, and atfirst he feeleth no thyng, but then he starteth suddainely! and with fuch fnortynge untill fmoke billoweth from hys noftrils. and hyt ys ryght fport to fee, how he begyneth to fpring to and fro defperate to relieve the difcomfort yn hys bellie, and then he begynth afarting as hys hoovys take up ynto the ayre. and o hys starteld eyes and kicking leggys. and a flame catcheth insyde the beastys belly ond he belcheth and farteth flamys redh, green ,and yellouu. and hyt taketh a true knave to take holde of hym then! he muft be chained atfirst, left he floate awaiye yn thys. and [text is either missing or redacted] and it goeth without sayinge that the beast must alway be rode backwards. and thys stuffe muft never be taken internally by human beings. FOR THE OYLE; or OYNTMENTE:- [much text is missing or redacted] and many a wytch these daies do add gasoline or diesel to their myxture to extend air mileage, but we oulde dames have always ufed no fuch thynge, for hyt ys a ryght earthlie fubftance and [text is either missing or redacted] ond once a broome is bewitched he muft be [text is either missing or redacted]

#witchblr

[juniaships]

Spidersona Lore

Information about my Spidersona. There's two of them both are variants of the same character. My regular sona was just a normal person who, desperate to change her life, encounters Madame Web. Madame Web senses that my sona has potential, and takes me under her wing. That's also how I befriend her granddaughter Julia Carpenter. My Sona becomes "Orbweaver"

After a while my Sona gets involved in the events of ASTV. She meets the Spider Society, led by the mysterious Miguel O'Hara. My sona feels a sense of familiarity with Miguel despite having just met him. On his end he is shocked to see her but keeps her at a distance.

But when the spiderverse is threatened by the Spot, and a mysterious woman, calling herself Dragonfly My sona finds out....

That Dragonfly is her other self... A woman named is Seychelle Grant... the wife of the Miguel Movie!Miguel replaced. Here she survived the destruction of her universe but angered over the deception, and subsequent death of her daughter. One night she steals some equipment and escapes Nueva York, and vows revenge not just on Miguel but any and every spider person. She plans on breaking parts of the multiverse.

Seychelle hates spider-people no matter who they are or what they've done. It's horrible especially in context that spider people are the ones trying to keep the multiverse together but she doesn't care. Dr. Strange hasn't come after her because he had to deal with Wanda and Mcu Peter. That doesn't mean she's off his radar entirely, it just means she's not his priority (and tbh it's Miguel's responsibility).

Heartbroken by this revelation, my sona quits the Spider Society..Since now the messiest divorce in history is now her business, it's up to her to fix it. As she leaves she tells Miguel not to follow her. She ends up in a universe where she meets the MCU Dragonfly: Sofia Gwendolyn (who is also that verse's Gwen Stacy/Sophia Sanduval fusion).

Sofia was a victim of The Snap. Even after she was brought back she developed a cold personality because she missed 5 years of he life which means her old friends group got older & moved on, which left her feeling very lonely. She's obsessed with enjoying life to the fullest, Even if it means being selfish and vain. Her judgemental attitude makes her butt heads with MCU Peter. She became a hero partly for attention; but later she softens up due to Peter's influence and several humbling experiences. And with my Sona being older she tries to help Sofia move past her flaws.

It's a lesson on how not every responsibility can be ours and that some people need to face the consequences of their actions. Miguel has to acknowledge not only did he lie to Seychelle, but those lies put the multiverse & a innocent woman in danger.

#spidersona #oc lore #astv spoilers #spiderverse oc #marvel oc #oc x canon

[sebastienblommephotography]

Le salut au public 📷 @sebastien_blomme 🇫🇷 Quand vient le matin, on peut assister à la toilette de madame libellule. D'abord la tête, puis après les ailes, avant de s'envoler. Ici, je trouve qu'avec la lumière et la position de la libellule on pourrait croire qu'elle salue le public ! 🇬🇧 When the morning comes, you can attend the toilet of Madame Dragonfly. First the head, then the wings, before flying away. Here, I find that with the light and the position of the dragonfly one could believe that it greets the public! https://ift.tt/3vw9YbQ

[augment-techs]

Literary Witches: A Celebration of Magical Women Writers

As Writing Prompts~

wife, sister, virgin, whore

an incantation, a naming, a blessing, a curse

weavers, potters, cooks, and healers

flip to any page; follow your wyrd

conjurer of hurricanes, zombies, and tall tales

with each story, the basket gains an apple

alchymist of monsters, children, the living and the dead

a terrible baby, their very arrival a murder

even the freshest thing is mixed with rot

a painful tale about the creation of life and what happens to shunned, abandoned children

shaman of dew, hummingbirds, and mushroom language

could not read or write and lived in poverty on the mountains

healer and oral poet

hermit of hospitals, belonging, and lost souls

"You think you're the only one who doesn't belong?"

at least some creatures can find a home

receiving two hundred electroshock treatments and narrowly escaping a lobotomy

grand dame of trickery, murder, and teatime

"Most unpleasant."

a consolatory apricot biscuit

sibyl of masks, extraterrestrial eggs, and twisted fantasies

smashes the crystal ball on the ground

what remains--glass shards and a black, sticky substance

the room is clean and the crystal ball intact

madame of roses, geometry, and repetition

grow feathers, slink into worms, shrink into dragonflies--anything to get out

undine of introspection, opulent dreams, and voyages

some collect seashells, others chart the sun's movement

some keep house, make lace, pursue lovers

dakini of holy ecstasy, the dark one, and ankle bells

poison becomes ashamed

miraculously escaped their poisoning attempts twice

fantasma of silence, death, and lilacs

a bird of blue bones drops a piece of paper

the paper unfolds into a palace

step in through the door

the music hollows

cursed to hear it forever

give in, eat the bird whole

storyteller of rattlesnakes, turquoise, and the sacred desert

the drought has gone on too long

spider's silk holding all things together shines with the light

high priestess of scholars, volcanoes, and eros

a grim jewel of astronomical price

fondles their muscles over coffee and toast

sorceress of islands, venom, and histories

the soup boils down to a thick black sludge

soothsayer of utopias, creeping women, and evil wallpaper

the unseen fairy

the people must realize the changes for themselves

the disastrous, sexist "rest cure" prescribed for postpartum depression

sorceress of names, houses, and solitude

sometimes the mango is perfectly juicy, sometimes underripe, sometimes too sweet, or bruised

cigar in hand, walk into the jacaranda trees, hanging black bras off the branches

'Use this to climb out,' read the notes tied on with ribbon

guardian of the waters, the porcelain, and the lexicon

they love these puddles

they will not survive this one

wolf child fight their way to the bank of the river; they survive

after a lifelong struggle with mental illness

fairy godparent of bloody tales, the circus, and mirror

"Not another one."

doll in a red riding habit

and a bleeding wolf escapes from under the cloth

dark drops of blood sink into the soil and the roses bloom a deeper, more delicious red

sumptuous tapestries depicting sexual, violent scenes

ornamented with symbols and adjectives

warrior witch of otherness, bodies electric, and sisterhood

the sword is for slaying ghosts and demons along the way

lava filling their wounds

the coroner writes

populated with mothers, children, sisters, anger, cancer, the erotic, unicorns, snails eating dead snakes, witches, fire, and the importance of refusing silence

specter of windows, flies, and the unexpected

travels freely between the afterworld and this world

a white dress kneeling in the flowerbeds

rebel of sensual love, green gardens, and perfume

they never speak of it, but each man is haunted by his vision

withered leaves, wilted geraniums and lilacs

write explicitly about sexuality

siren of the lyre, honey, and ruins

the rest of the words are illegible

how seriously each child puts those wings on in the mirror

seer of peacocks, weird country people, and glass eyes

pray to see humanity clearly

the doors creak open

cosmic traveler of crows, horses, and survival

joy lies down in a field

the music is a spell

courageously survived an oppressive childhood, teenage pregnancy, and domestic abuse

koldunya of winter, endurance, and willows

the sodden papers become bandages for the wounded

rations of potatoes, cabbage, and milk

queen of miracles, generations, and memory

fury of motherhood, marriage, and the moon

dismembers mannequins with ferocious, precise claws

terrified into the thrill of living

enchantress of bitter love, treachery, and jewels

summons a moonbeam into a locked room

climb down to find an underground chamber

"I am the ruler of this prison."

locked up in the bedroom for six months

witch of villages, domestic horrors, and omens

rabid cats, poisoned beetles, blood-tipped needles

the ice cream section of the twenty-four-hour grocery store at three a.m.

doesn't need help finding anything

marries the ordinary with the supernatural

sower of strange seeds, species, and the future

mutating with violent need for food, power, and sex

covertly tosses seeds kept in pockets into the neighbors' yards

watcher of the moors, fantasy, and cruel romance

brushed the carpets and took walks in the hills

death of tuberculosis at thirty

#literary witches: a celebration of magical women writers #source: Taisia Kitaiskaia #writing prompts #word prompts #sentence starters #theme prompts #GIMME

[asideoftrashplease]

Summers in Yunmeng

#chengxian

Summers in Yunmeng are humid, but sweet, filled with warmth, laughter, and lazy days in the sun. It is not often that Madam Yu declares breaks in their strict training schedule, but in the summer, even she seems to melt a little in the heat. Leaving their shidis with A-Jie to be coddled with sliced watermelons and sweet juices, they take a covered boat out onto one of the more private lakes.

“It’s so hot,” Wei Wuxian whines, laid out flat on his back, staring up at the rafters of the boat.

“Then don’t press your sticky body up against me,” Jiang Cheng retorts tiredly, not bothering to open his eyes.

Wei Wuxian groans, but does not move away. For all his bluster, neither does Jiang Cheng. They stay there, arms pressed warmly against each other, as clouds pass overhead.

After a moment, Wei Wuxian turns onto his side, pressing a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s bare shoulder.

“You’re sweaty,” Jiang Cheng complains.

“And you’re stinky,” Wei Wuxian says.

Out on the lakes of Yunmeng, the waters are blue and endless, the sky seeming to stretch on forever. Lotuses sway in the humid summer breeze, satin petals dipping under the light weight of alighting dragonflies, silently parting as their boat drifts past. It’s a perfect day for a nap.

Comforted by the body beside his, and sluggish from the muggy heat, Wei Wuxian finds himself drifting off into a doze. He puts his arm across Jiang Cheng’s chest, and settles down to nap.

Then, the first drop of a summer drizzle sounds like a pin drop.

Wei Wuxian’s eyes fly open, ears twitching. The first drop turns to a second, then a third, before rain begins to patter out loudly over the lotus pads. He sits up.

“Ya~hooooo~!” he cries, jumping to his feet, and beginning to undo his sash. “It’s raining, Jiang Cheng! It’s raining!”

Throwing his sash aside, he shrugs his robes the rest of the way off, and dives into the lake. He surfaces after a moment, gasping, and folds his arms over the side of the boat.

“Come on, Jiang Cheng,” he wheedles. “The water is fine!”

Jiang Cheng gets up, coming to stand in front of Wei Wuxian with a conflicted look on his face. He puts a hand over his eyes, shaking his face from the rain.

“You’re going to complain about your underwear being wet later,” he scolds reluctantly.

Wei Wuxian smiles, reaches out, and yanks Jiang Cheng overboard. Jiang Cheng falls into the water with a yelp, and a giant splash! He surfaces a moment later, spluttering and seething, but Wei Wuxian just begins to laugh, tilting onto his back, and kicking his legs in mirth.

“You’re the worst!” Jiang Cheng screeches, hitting Wei Wuxian with his open palms.

“Yeah?” Wei Wuxian asks, and splashes him in the face. “And what’cha gonna do about it!”

Jiang Cheng splashes him in return, letting out a shriek of frustration as Wei Wuxian just returns fire, cackling all the way. They dive and flop around each other for some minutes, shouting, splashing, and wrestling blindly in the rain. Somewhere along the way, the shouts turn to chuckles, and then to laughter.

Finally, they find themselves caught in a stalemate, gripping each other’s wrists, and unable to break free from each other.

“Truce,” Wei Wuxian gasps. “Truce.”

“No truce,” Jiang Cheng pants stubbornly, vainly trying to jerk his wrists free. “Only victory.”

“Only victory?” Wei Wuxian asks.

And Jiang Cheng hesitates.

Squinted against the rain, Wei Wuxian’s eyes are so very brown, so very persuasive. Droplets of rainwater run like shooting stars down his forehead, some disappearing into his strong, handsome brows, and others into his trembling lashes. There is so much tenderness in that squint-eyed smile, so much happiness, and it melts every last vestige of stubbornness in Jiang Cheng’s heart.

Reaching out, Wei Wuxian grabs the stalk of a lotus leaf beside them, and directs it over their head, sheltering them from the rain. Hidden from the world by the cover of that large leaf, he presses his lips to Jiang Cheng’s.

Rain patters quietly against the overhead leaf. They kiss for a long while, just indulging quietly in the harmony of their bodies, in the shared warmth of their lips. It sometimes seems like it’s only in moments like this, lips otherwise occupied, that the banter and childish ribbing finally stops, and they can just be.

The corners of Wei Wuxian’s lips begin to creep upward, until he’s smiling happily into the kiss. Jiang Cheng finally pulls away as a chuckle bursts from his lips.

“What’s so funny?” he grumbles quietly.

“Nothing,” Wei Wuxian says, and smiles, pecking Jiang Cheng on the lips. “Just feeling lucky.”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes soften as Wei Wuxian deepens the kiss.

“Just feeling blessed,” he murmurs against Jiang Cheng’s lips.

Summers in Yunmeng are humid, but sweet. 

Pressed together in the warm summer rain, Jiang Cheng closes his eyes, and counts his blessings.

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[This was written for two prompts: (1) Chengxian having a day off from training and using it to take a boat out into one of the lakes and just enjoying being together, maybe taking a nap and cuddling too (2) Chengxian play-fighting in the lotus lake before it becomes them full-on making out under a big lotus leaf smiling and giggling against one another.]

Another canon-verse JC and WWX ficlet! Awhile back, I opened prompts for Chengxian, Zhancheng, and Zhanchengxian ficlets as antis had been spamming the Twitter ship hashtags with hate. These ficlets (which I dubbed the jiayou ficlets) are available on Ao3 here, but I am now cross-posting them to Tumblr as an offering from a Twitter refugee!

#chengxian #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #canon jiang cheng #canon jc #mdzs #fanfiction

[alienscty]

madame dragonfly is already gone ♡

#aliensctyshop #alienscty #botanicart #pagandecor #green witch #forest witch #pagan #antique #dark acamedia #light academia #cottage witch #cottagecore #vintage #floral #botanical

[raindrenchedstories]

Random drabble 2, Fairy strange

Prompt: A main character is transformed into a fairy. Characters: Roxy, Richter (Originally ‘main villain’ but I can’t see either of these characters being evil. So let’s get some RnR)

Getting past the inevitable panic attack and legitimate terror, Richter found his new perspective on life interesting. He’d already enjoyed hiking and mountain climbing. He even had fun from time to time. And learning to use his new dragonfly like wings to well, FLY was pretty amazing.

Only, he’d flown himself right into the window of a neighbor he didn’t actually know. In a moving vehicle, and now he was in a mechanic’s shop. Never in his life had Richter feared vacuum cleaners before, but there was a first for everything.

“Wait wait HANG ON MADAM!” He clung to the seam of a fabric covering with vigor. Something was on his side, because the hell vortex that was the mighty shop vac stopped. The woman wielding it eyed the diminutive man with outright confusion.

She gave a long suffering sigh and grumbled. “It’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it? Hey little guy. Uh... Nothing personal there with the vacuum.” She was quick to offer a hand out though she wasn’t really sure it was the appropriate response.

Still he climbed happily into the red head’s hand without her asking, and sighed. “It’s all good. I think a tiny person in the vehicle isn’t typically a mechanical issue anyhow.”

“Typically no. So uhh, no fairy curses?” Roxy used as much care as she dared with the tiny man. She wasn’t self conscious about much, but the rough texture of her well worked hands were one of those things. Especially now that she was supporting a whole person in those hands.

The man just gave a half chuckle. He shouldn’t have felt so at ease being toted about like a pet mouse, but there he was casually observing the  scenery. “No nothing like that. Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“Ah So uh... Do you like tea? Maybe cookies?” Roxy shielded the man from the view of her employees until she passed her receptionist. The woman blinked casually up from her paperwork and opened her mouth to ask.

“INTERDIMENSIONAL BULLSHIT! I’m on break!” That was the only explanation she could give her friend. It was the only one she needed to. They’d both seen enough of it. From actual breathing dragons, to fish flying in the sky. They’d lived it long enough to just not question each other.

Richter on the other hand, had thirty questions. He’d lived in the small town for only a short time, and he’d only just met this woman. She whisked him away into a break room, and locked it,

“Uh. Cookies sound good... I haven’t really... eaten. Does this kind of thing happen often around here?” He pointed back to the door with a little surprise. Perhaps this could be his ticket to returning to normal size.

Roxy placed a few cookies down for the small man and dropped into a well worn, yet still comfortable chair. “Yeah, ever since that weird library showed up and ate Pam’s house, we’ve had a lot of weird stuff happen. Now apparently fairies in cars.”

“I mean, does it make you feel better to know I was human before two days ago?” Richter broke a piece of cookie off, dipped it in it’s filling, and munched contentedly on it.

Roxy groaned and dropped her head into her arms. “I’ll... talk to a lady about a spell on that. Do you need help until then? Like with food and stuff?”

“Probably. Though I’m not really sure what to ask for. Maybe something to sleep on and-” Richter perked up.

Roxy listened as long as she cared to, to the small man’s overthinking. Eventually she scooped him into a loose hold, cookie and all. She made a soft little place in a cabinette and left a small fake candle in there. She didn’t fully ignore the man’s protests, but she did partially do so.

Once Richter was set in place, he turned to see her put a finger to her lips. “Look, we’ll hash it all out when I close up shop. For now, don’t make too much noise, there’s cookies and water, some clean shop rags for sleeping. There will be a sign so you’re not disturbed, but don’t make human sounding noises okay?” He only nodded in response.

Roxy shut the cabinet and left a sign saying ‘bat trapped inside, do not open. Animal control called.’ After that, Roxy just focused on fixing cars and yelling at belligerent clients that stuff made sense.

Richter on the other hand, was having a hell of an internal war about possibly staying a fairy. Life was just... handed to him with sugary goodness. Perhaps being little wouldn’t be to bad. Especially as he could fly where ever.

#Fluff #Richter #Roxy #My writing #Fairies #G/t #short drabble