#but i love good wy too much to do that anyway

[loverboybrightsideghost]

god i love being a musician

#it's funny to me how i'm literally Anxiety McGee but in auditions i'm like audition? no problem 👌🏼 #I LOVE BEING A MUSICIAN BRO ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ #it's fun. it's cathartic. sometimes it's very frustrating. #you'll have periods of time where you're like 'aw hell yeah i'm improving so much i'm so good >:D' #and there will be other points where you'll feel like shit and all you can do is push through #well not push through but you have to remind yourself why you do what you do #and you have to remind yourself that when you're being challenged you have two options: complain and quit or you can work hard at it #and go through it and come out an even better musician on the other side when you've passed #it's crazy how much i've changed as a musician and as a person in the past ten months. it's really crazy #LIKE THATS THE POWER OF MUSIC BABY! #i am lucky to have very supportive people in my everyday and musical life. and it's a good thing that from what i can tell #the music world is becoming kinder too #we're more aware of problems and pain and being like 'hey this isn't right' #i'm not sure if this is viola-specific but at least in the viola world there seems to be a lot more people with a focus on the body #and how to play without hurting yourself #which you'd think would be a given but nope! a lot of people are like This Is The Best Wy To Play #and that's not true for everyone #some people have big hands someone people have small hands some people are short some people have long-ass necks #everyone has to be comfortable when they play because that's when they'll play their best #ANYWAYS #i fucking love being a musician this is brought to you by yesterday i was practicing how to perform which is so cool and fun :)

[simplydifficultme]

i'm not sure if u meant it as a figure of speech but i'd love to hear about ur experience of sharing the artbook with jack too! only if you feel like it of course :)

I think the most notable about the artbook interaction with Jack is, that it is still wild to me that he is now the one who has the one other only version that exists of it at the moment.

So Jack was the who I went to to get my autograph from (just how queues ended up being called) When he saw me he immediately recognized me from the Wesper shooting we had in the morning and he was so excited about my cosplay actually. We talked about it a bit, he even reached over to feel bits of thecoat I have. Saying "that is just actually what it looks like" A bit more banter and he gave me the classic "I am obsessed 💅💅💅." . (He is so gosh dang sweet and kind and genuine, just as everyone always says.) Anyways I'll skip over a bit here but I then showed him the artbook and he was AMAZED! Just like with Kit the next day it took me a bit of clarifying that that was in fact I who made this and didn't get this from somewhere else. ^^''

I pointed out the 0.2. S2 Trailer Wesper moment to him and he mostly sat there kinda not knowing whether to look at me or the artbook. He seemed so actually interested in looking and I just said a million times Thank you bc he kept praising it q-q. So I pointed him to where to sign and he did.

Then obviously I didn't want to take much more time anymore and "wanted" to leave, but he still kind of had his hands on the booklet, looked at it and then at me and to me it seemed as if he would have loved to continue talking and ofc I wanted to but yea I didn't want to hold up the queue much longer. I also knew I would see him again on Sunday for the selfie.

So then what I then had to do was to kind of slooooowly slide away the booklet from him which in that moment It felt like I was taking candy from a child Q-Q

I told him I'll be back tomorrow for the selfie and he was kind of leaning over the table to say bye, telling me he's happy to see me again tomorrow.

I don't know if I made up my mind right then and there but it didn't take me long to remember I had the second version of the artbook with me and that I'd give it to him the next day.

Then SUNDAY:

He of course recognized me since I was still in my Wy cosplay and the first thing I think I say to him after Hi and "you too" to his "good to see you again" was:

"Do you remember this?" as I slide the other version of the artbook over.

and then he hits me with something that I will never forget:

"Yes of course, I was actually talking to the others in green room about it" (I assume that's just what they called the room they had for themselves)

After that my brain cut out for a second. I ofc went like "Realy???" bc wth ???!! MY silly little artbook, worth talking to about to the rest of the cast ???? So then I was even more dead set on giving this artbook to him. I think I said smth else after he said, yes he was indeed talking to the others about it but then I just said.

"You can have it."

And he did actually NOT believe me that I was giving it to him, he was shaking his head in disbelief "no, you are giving this to me?" and I just said Yes! and he kept asking if it was really okay and I of course said yes again. Until he eventually took it along with the other prints and the thank you note he didn't get to read right then and there.

Then we got up to take the selfie :3

#jack wolfe #asocas #asocas2 #wylan van eck #wesper artbook #my stuff #answered #wesper #a storm of crows and shadows #art stuff

[thrxughthenxght]

✨ Petty Wylan Snippet ✨

Wylan Van Eck was a petty little shit. Jesper should know this. He was his boyfriend, after all, he /should/ know this.

Apparently it had slipped his mind.

Jesper had woken up that morning to an empty bed. It would've worried him if he hadn't heard singing and some slight crashes from downstairs.

Smiling, Jesper had slipped out of bed and pulled a dressing gown on over his pijamas. He padded downstairs to the kitchen.

And stopped dead in his tracks.

Wylan was in the kitchen, his back to Jesper. He was bopping his head and singing one of the songs Jesper and he had heard on their night out a few days ago.

He was also wearing one of Jesper's shirts, the low-cut one that Jesper always thought brought out Wylan's eyes. And also what looked to be nothing else.

Wylan turned around, coffee mug raised to his lips.

"Hey, Jes," he said. A smile played over his lips and he leaned back against the surface. Jesper nearly walked out of the room. "Sleep well?"

Jesper nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from that stretch of freckled skin between Wylan's collar bones. Wylan hadn't done the shirt all the way up and it was making it /very/ difficult to focus.

"Can I get you anything?" Wylan took a sip from his mug. He dragged his eyes down Jesper's chest and Jesper could almost feel the heat of it. "Cup of coffee?"

Something clicked at the back of Jesper's sleep-addled mind (maybe not addled by just sleep). He'd taken Wylan's coffee away last night, worried about how much the merchling was drinking. Every time they had a bit of down time, Wylan had a cup of coffee in his hand. He'd put Wylan's coffee up on a high cupboard with a door that could lock. Jesper had the only key.

The only key that Jesper had tied around his neck right now.

"Jes?"

Jesper flickered his gaze up to Wylan's eyes. There was something burning in his gaze, something perhaps a little triumphant too.

Wylan Van Eck was a petty little /shit/.

Jesper swallowed and cleared his throat. He needed a cold shower.

"Do you want a cup of coffee?" Wylan repeated. Jesper swallowed.

"I'm good, love, thanks." He was actually proud of himself for getting the words out. All he wanted to do was push Wylan back against the counter and kiss him senseless. Or just run back to bed.

Wylan nodded. He took another sip of his coffee and swallowed very deliberately.

Fuck.

"Are you-?" Jesper swallowed down the crack in his voice. "Are you... /wearing/ anything under my shirt?"

Wylan raised his eyebrows at Jesper. He set his coffee cup down and laced his fingers together. Raising his hands above his head, he lifted the hem of the shirt up to reveal the legs of some very short shorts.

Jesper was going to- Jesper was gonna-

/Fuck/.

"Ri-ight," Jesper said and he couldn't hide the crack in his voice this time. "Wy, why are you wearing my shirt?"

"Well," Wylan picked up his cup of coffee, "I just assumed since what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine."

So this was about the coffee.

Right.

Fuck.

Jesper was screwed. Hopefully, by the end of the day, it would be in the literal sense as well.

Jesper nodded jerkily. He turned, nearly walked into the wall, and left the room. He could hear Wylan's giggles chasing him down the corridor.

Wylan was a /petty/ little /shit/.

Bestie this is FUCKING perfect

Wylan typically: Pretty shy and tame, a little modest

Wylan when he's annoyed and or feeling petty: *fears nothing*

Bestie you took all the little details out of canon and never gave them back I LOVE this.

Is this modern AU or post CK? 👀

Anyways, phenomenal, can't wait for the whole thing 👀😏

#laughing screaming kicking my feet #blaize <3 #blaize's ask #questioning lore #wesper #blaize's snippets

[lilisouless]

Jesper just entering in a room with Kaz and Wylan: hey Kaz, hi merchling "kisses Wylan´s nape and sits next to him"

Kaz: "snorts" If you are going to coerce your boyfriend into having sex with you , at least wait until i am out of the room. Or don't be so obvious about it at least

Jesper: what? it was a little kiss and i didn't even used my tounge. We have made way worse things in front of you

Kaz: I was talking to Wylan

Wylan: but i didn't do anything!

Kaz: Right now you didn't, but what about hours ago? When you choose to stay in this room, knowing Jesper would come here. You also had a recent haircut, leaving conveniently a spot for Jesper to come and kiss it. Which explains why you didn't lift your head to say "hello" as a normal person would do with their partners when they hear them coming, and you know you are perfectly familiar with Jesper´s steps so there is no way you didn't hear him.

Wylan: Kaz, first: this is inapropiate, second: you are reading too much into that

Kaz: But i am not done, you are using the pants you know Jesper hates,so he wouldn't take any consideration in no damaging them-

Wylan: That means nothing, Jesper hates all my wardrobe

Kaz: Paired with your baby blue shirt, a color you not only know Jesper loves on you, but it´s the only spot of blue in this whole room so it´s impossible he wouldn't notice you.

Jesper: Don't listen to him, i would have noticed you anyway

Kaz: See? it already started. Althought i can't tell if you planned that or it was just luck...

Wylan: nothing of this was planned!

Kaz: you would have fooled me, but there is one thing that gave you away: You are using Jesper´s shampoo, you normally use an orange scented one but , oranges reminds Jesper of his home, aka: his father. And you can't allow Jesper to assosiate you with his father tonight, that wouldn't do it. Oh, also you haven't drink anything but water because you don't want Jesper to think you are even a little bit drunk, he needs to see you are on your five senses and completely able to consent.

Wylan: Kaz-

Kaz: A good plan overall , but you were sloppy on one tiny detail: me, you didn't counted on me being here and being able to figure your plans out so easily.

Wylan standing up: Enought Kaz! this is NOT apropiate and you know it! Just because Inej is out at sea , doesn't mean you can come here and do whatever you want or say whatever you please. We are not your guinea pigs for you to come and show off your "brilliant skills" only in order to feed you already huge ego , so you either learn to behave or you don't put a foot on this house ever again!

Kaz: ...

Jesper: ...

Kaz: ghezen...

Jesper: Wy...

Kaz: "slow claps"

Wylan: now what?

Kaz: Wylan, i am so proud of you.

Wylan: that would normally make me happy, but now i am scared-

Kaz: I was completelly wrong

Wylan: well finally-

Kaz: I made a mistake, you fooled me; i was not a flaw in your plan, i was part of it. You did expected all this to happen

Wylan: Why would i ever do that?

Kaz: You know why, all the previous effort would have been enought. But you are like me Wylan, you allways need more. So, you needed me in the equation, so Jesper will know all the effort you put into this, all the things you notice about him and that you talk with me about him a lot. And the cherry on top: you get to stand up to me. It seems like the real mastermind was you all along, i should stop underestimating you.

Jesper: Oh for saints sake,Kaz ! Just because you are an emotionally constipated weirdo, doesn't mean Wylan is one too. He knows that the only thing he needs to have sex with me is asking!

Kaz: Please, if he was that functional, he would have done all of that. Also, don't pretend you are not enjoying this, Wylan´s plan is working perfectly.

Jesper: You know what, we are leaving.

Wylan: you get going, i have one more thing to set with Kaz

Jesper: Alright, be quick

Wylan after Jesper has left the room: "hands twenty kruge to Kaz"

Kaz: Is this to bribe me into leaving or to thank me?

Wylan: Shut up and take the money

#long post #grisahverse shitpost #six of crows shitpost #i thought this was going to be shorter #but i got carried away with the whole monologues #i actually going to leave it ambiguous wheter kaz is actually right #this doesn't count as #is not an essay is just a shitpost #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #netflix shadow and bone #six of crows #wesper #crooked kingdom #jesper x wylan

[babygirlfahey]

for the ways you said i love you prompts: wesper - A whisper in the ear

The thing about Wylan is that he gets jealous. Jesper’s never been one for jealousy. He trusts that if people care, they will come back to him. So when people in bars follow Wylan with their eyes, it doesn’t really matter. It matters even less because Wylan never seems to notice them anyway. 

Still, when Jesper’s the one being flirted with, he can see the quiet anger brewing behind Wylan’s eyes. If he’s completely honest, it feels good. Seeing how much Wylan wants him, how badly he needs Jesper to be his. So if he doesn’t shut down the flirting immediately just so Wylan kisses him a little rougher after, well, bite him. It’s not his fault he has a hot boyfriend. 

Now, though, he couldn’t shut down the flirting even if he wanted to. They’re on a job and he’s stuck distracting their mark, ensuring he stays at their table. In a way, it’s the best place he could be. Months ago, he would have had to distract the mark by losing to him at cards. These days, no one ever asks him to play. Jesper is happy to admit that the urge gets smaller every day. 

When he leans in to whisper in the mark’s ear, he can see Wylan watching him out of the corner of his eye, frowning. He feels a little bad but he knows he can make it up to Wylan later. 

“If you win, I’ll let you take me to your room,” Jesper coos. He’s heard the same words spoken to him a hundred times. Back then, he never really won, of course. Now, Wylan still visible in the back of the room, he’s happy with how it all turned out. 

The man moves his hand to hold Jesper’s chin for a moment.

“You bet I will,” he smiles before letting go of Jesper’s face. Jesper watches Wylan start to walk up to them and then stop himself. As slyly as he can, he turns his face to wink at Wylan. He hopes it’s enough for now. Thankfully, Wylan seems to settle, gives Jesper a small smile. 

Eventually, Wylan is gone from his line of sight, which means Jesper won’t have to pretend for much longer. He leans into the mark again, reminds himself not to look pleased when the mark loses more money and waits. 

Then, Wylan is back in the room with them and a minute later there’s the sound of a small explosion upstairs. Jesper almost falls to the ground as the mark pushes him away. He regains his composure quickly though, crosses the room to join Wylan where he’s pretending to be just as confused as the rest of the people in the room. 

Very deliberately, Wylan doesn’t look up at Jesper. With a smile, Jesper leans in close, covering Wylan from the rest of the room with his body, lips against Wylan’s ear as he whispers:

“I love you, Wy,” were they not pretending to be someone else, he could lean in and plant a kiss right below Wylan’s ear as he wants to do. Instead, he straightens out, moves to stand beside Wylan as they wait for their cue to leave. 

“You’re making this up to me,” Wylan says, casual, eyes trained on the crowd in front of them. 

“I am,” Jesper promises. Wylan spares him a glance, mouths Love you too. 

#wesper #aj writes

[randombullshitsforeveryone]

Genral hcs for dating Rick Sanchez if you don't mind? Thanks for the consideration and I hope you're haveing a good day/evening/night! :)

Hello love

I'm so sorry I took so long, I've been so overwhelmed with my life I couldn't get anything done

Here's what you wanted dear! (TW: Rick sanchez, mention of sex)

Rick sanchez × reader

Dating HCs

Okay so first of all, good luck trying to understand this guy! Not in a romantic way but in ANY WY POSSIBLE, he is so unpredictable you want to blow your beautiful head off!

It's hard to get into his heart, but when you're there, congratulations! You won't be out. Ever.

He will NEVER tell you that he loves you, he does love you though he just doesn't want to say it out loud, he thinks it's lame and pointless

Instead of saying it, he shoes you how much he loves you, for example, he would definitely bring some cool things from his adventures and gives them to you and just acts like he did nothing(just please don't bring it up, he's so embarrassed about having feelings)

He WILL take you on adventures with him and Morty (mostly just sends Morty off and practically takes you on a date)

But if you're tough, he'll get you on some deadly adventures and he'd LOVE it, he thinks it's so cool that you can just handle yourself and won't freak out like other people, makes him feel you're even more special

You most be worthy of his time! I'm sorry, but he won't just spend time or get along with any normal boring person, you gotta have something special for him to want to hang out with you, it could be your attitude, your past, your jod, your way of thinking, ANYTHING it just has to be yours

He needs to cuddle. You cannot change my mind he's just a big clingy cuddly baby(he will never admit)

He will actually listen to you; when you talk to him, no matter how dumb the subject is, he will listen, your words matter, he will listen

Won't do PDA unless he's feeling possessive or just wants to see you get flustered, but at least one hand is always touching you, it could be smaking your ass or just resting on your shoulder

He loves seeing you get along with his family (yes even Jerry) it just makes him feel warm inside

You do not live in your own hous, you live with his family, no matter what you say, you'll eventually end up staying with them

Morty loves you, he thinks since you and Rick started dating, Rick has become more gentle and kind(he has)

You sometimes babysit the kids and play video games with them or give summer relationship advice, and if Rick tries to get you on an adventure, you'll make him stay home with you and the kids (he'd be bitching about it but he will start having fun eventually)

Speak of having fun, the man knows how to ALWAYS have fun, you remember how he was just enjoying himself on Morty's adventure in season one? You'll never be bored with him

He will not like you if you can't have fun. That's it, he will not like a person who just sits and whines, do something with him! Be cool!

He loves it when you try new things because of him, it could be listening to snake jazz or trying an alien drug, he just loves it when you do things like this for him

He loves to fuck you in weird places, a bad or a couch is just too boring, let's do it in the middle of an alien castle!

He likes blowjods, he just does. It suits him

He is rough, like, you can't walk anymore rough

Three rounds or more, that's just it! He doesn't like finishing fast

You will cum on his fingers, you just will, he loves how desperate you look

KING of aftercare, water? Sure! Food? Coming right up! Massage? Why not!, cuddles? Bring it in!

Should I mention the scary amount of pet names? Things like, baby girl, love, sweetheart, doll, doll face, sweetcheekes, honey, ect. (He won't use Sugar though, you know why.)

Over protective, like, crazy overprotective, he will not lose you, he can't and he won't, that's just it, anyone who can possibly hurt you in any way MUST be dead, he can't risk it

Anyway, he has a big heart and it's hard to get into it, but when you're in, you're in for life :)

Hope you like it~

#rick sanchez × reader #rick sanchez #rick and morty

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

fear you won't fall by ana_cp

OMG - loved this story soooo much! It was sweet, cute, and adorable. WY and LZ’s relationship progression was perfection. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Quotes:

“Well, your owner is a bit of an uptight ass, isn’t he?” he asks the plushie on the other bed. “Such a waste of a beautiful face.”

The bunny, of course, has no answer for him. It just stares back, with one of its eyes loose, almost slipping from the socket. Wei Ying wonders how old the thing actually is.

The shower water turns on, a shock of noise in the very quiet RV. Wei Ying winces a bit, and wonders if Lan Zhan heard what he said to the empty air.

Well, if he did, too bad for him. Someone had to tell him he was an ass, anyway.

A very hot, very gorgeous, very rude ass.

————

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan glares at him.

Hearing his name in Lan Zhan’s voice is a bigger shock than Wei Ying is anticipating. It sounds more interesting, somehow, lower and captivating. Like it’s asking him to pay attention to whatever comes next.

He shakes the thought away. That’s such a weird thing to think. Captivating?? It’s just his name.

“Alright, alright,” Wei Ying gets up, feigning defeat. “I’ll go. But only because you called me by my name for the first time.”

Lan Zhan blinks. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“It is,” Wei Ying says, then leans in a little bit closer to him, lowering his voice. “But that just means we’re becoming friends, right?”

Wei Ying gives him a smile. Lan Zhan’s eyes dip to it, and then look away.

“Work,” he says simply.

Wei Ying holds back a laugh. Becoming Lan Zhan’s friend will be hard, but it will be the most fun he’s had in ages.

“Show me what to do next, teacher.”

————

Wei Ying tries, after those first days, to be a little less… ‘insufferable’. He tries to start conversations more organically, but at the end of the day, he can’t help it. Lan Zhan is just so easy to tease. Even when he’s working out, if Wei Ying glances at him and says “wow, you’re good at that”, Lan Zhan’s face changes immediately.

He doesn’t even have to try very hard. All he has to do is lean his shoulder on a wall next to where Lan Zhan is, smile at him, and make an innocent comment.

“Your legs are so strong,” he says one day, which makes Lan Zhan’s ears go to a cute shade of red, before he lowers his head and hides it with his hair.

“Wow, I can see every muscle moving,” Wei Ying blurts out on a different morning, which makes Lan Zhan drop the weights he’s lifting and go to a different corner of the room.

“You don’t even sweat when you do that. I wonder what it would take to actually make you sweat,” he says another day, which is not intended as a dirty comment at all, but when Lan Zhan glares at him, Wei Ying bursts out laughing. That only makes everything worse, and Lan Zhan refuses to talk to him for the entire rest of the morning. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he tries to explain, but it doesn’t work.

E, 87k

Summary:

But as Hanguang Jun approaches, Wei Ying loses the battle against his eyes, and allows himself to look just a little bit.

The man is gorgeous. There’s no other word for it. His face looks like it was perfectly sculpted by a talented artist, not to mention the definition of his body. The leggings he wears show the leg muscles of someone who has probably been doing some form of acrobatics ever since they were a kid, and his arms are huge under his t-shirt. Huge. He’s just as tall as Wei Ying is, but his fit body makes him look shorter, somehow. Wei Ying swallows again, wondering if he has ever seen anyone who looks more like the ideal of beauty in his life.

And then the man starts talking.

-

Fire Dancer Wei Ying joins the Circus, because he wants a more exciting job. He's forced to train with a handsome Trapeze Artist, who seems to hate him for no reason.

But Wei Ying isn't just here for the job. He's here to change his life! And that starts by making the inaccessible Lan Zhan like him, even if he has to annoy him into it.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #the untamed fic #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #modern au #wy pov

[j-ellyfish]

For the ship ask game thing I have a few First the basics because I am nothing if not basic with my ships so they are what I think of first: Usuk, Fruk, Prucan, Gerita, Aushun, and Rusame Now some that are a bit more interesting I think but are probably still kind basic as I have seen many of them multiple times so they are fairly popular: Poland x Hungary, Russia x Ukraine, Austria x Germany, Sealand x Wy, and Belarus x America

• Usuk

C: Not a bad ship. I have mixed feelings for it as a pure romantic ship because I also like it a lot as a father/son relationship. I do enjoy Usuk content from time to time though, and the fanarts are often great!

• Fruk

A: I love it. I do not think that often about it but I really like it, definitely my main ship for both France and England <3 Their dynamics is so funny and cute.

• Prucan

E: I don’t really like it. Eeeeh, sorry, I don't see the point..? Like yeah Prussia likes pancakes and maple syrup but idk, it doesn't click for me. There's a drama cd where he has pancakes and maple syrup with Italy and since Pruita used to be close to being my OTP for a while many years ago, I always associate the pancake thing more with Pruita than Prucan anyway. I also know there's a place in Canada called New Prussia and that's another 'hint' shippers have but still ... Not my cup of tea ^^'

• Gerita

A: I love it. Would go as far as calling it an OTP so it's between A and A+. They just make me happy~ Whenever I see canon material of them together (and unlike Spaus, there's plenty of it at least lol) I just can't help but think they're made for each other!! All their anime interactions make me so soft and giggly too ;w; Gerita AMVs that only use anime clips>>>>

• Aushun

B: It’s really cute. I used to like it more, but as Spaus took more of my heart, it kind of made Aushun reced :S I still really like it though and I will still eat alive anyone who dares saying it was/is a toxic relationship where Austria acts sexist or abusive towards her. I'd give it a B+/A-? It's around there, more than just B but not a full A anymore. Aushun where Hungary often crossdresses because seeing her in a male uniform/formal clothes makes Austria go////

• Rusame

B: It’s really cute hot. I've always liked Rusame but I fear I gotta thank @ironicorange and his art if I now like it even more xD Even if I think I still prefer Russia as top leaning ... Rusame is a bit like Usuk where the art and fics are often great and drags you in soooo easily! And, unlike Usuk, I don't have any other way I perceive their relationship so it was easy for me to give in lmao. Enemies to Enemies with benefits. I mean that's kinda like PruAus trope ig, though I think I prefer PruAus for obvious reasons (obvious reason being that I would gladly sell my soul to Austria and/or Prussia but I wouldn't sell it to America and/or Russia).

---

• Poland/Hungary

D: I’m neutral on it. I have zero thoughs, head empty. They'd probably be good friends but I have other ships I like more for both so I don't really see it romantically.

• Russia/Ukraine

E: I don’t really like it. I know Carrots&Sticks makes it kind of ambiguous even from Ukraine's part, but I see their relationship as purely siblings so I struggle to imagine them as anything else. I think they care a lot about each other but as family, not lovers.

• Austria/Germany

C: Not a bad ship. This is kinda like Usuk for me, where I can see it and I can enjoy shippy content, but overall I also like it as just family ... And in GerAus case, even moreso than as lovers. I don't see it as incest but in my interpretation they see each other more as ex caretaker/ex adopted child.

• Sealand/Wy

B: It’s really cute. Cuties <3 I don't care much about Micronations but I like the idea of them having a little crush on each other.

• Belarus/America

D: I’m neutral on it. I don't think I've ever thought about Belarus with America so I don't know.

#hetalia #ask game

[dangermousie]

Has YOUR man continued to be ride or die after you castrated him? If not, does he even love you?

Since @pandorumblue-blog​ is feeling deprived of spike fun, I decided to bring a little compensation (nah, I just want to make a post about the most bonkers part of any drama I’ve seen in ages; I still can’t believe they let them keep that from the novel.) If you feel sad we didn’t get enough of moon supreme torture and seeing Dylan sliced into ribbons and bits removed (they grow back :P), with a side of foot fetish is your sort of thing, boy is Ever Night 2 eps 41-42 a thing for you!

A little explanation for those unfamiliar with story. Ning Que, a feral peasant killer/powerful cultivator has by now married his one true love Sang Sang, his “little maid” - a girl he rescued as an infant from a pile of corpses when he was five himself. Lots of plot but all you need to know is that after wedding she disappeared because it turns out Sang Sang is the human aspect of the terrifying and emotionless goddess Haotian. She came down for a sort of a human trial taking precautions to have her fates tangled with nobody. Enters Ning Que. The concept of him being stubborn enough to eff up a goddess’ mortal trial always sent me!!! Anyway, now they cross paths again and she wants them to sever magic connections so she can be free of ties to the mortal world. He refuses, saying he will turn her back into his Sang Sang. (Spoiler - they did not get to this in s2 - he wins. Because he’s the most stubborn man alive.) She does not take it well. Btw, because it’s hard to do high concepts visually, they have two Sang Sangs in the scene - the one in white is Haotian and in dark is Sang Sang the mortal aspect; nobody except Haotian can see SS, ie that aspect of herself.  Anyway, you are not here for plot, you are here for blood and bare feet so here we go.

Wy yes, she is slowly stripping his clothes.

She does not want to be reminded of being intimate with a filthy ant soooo...

Did I mention in the novel at one point she partway slits his throat and then they bang?!

That’s what he gets for saying stuff like that...

Good luck, dude! (Yup he does. I love the ending of this novel so much! They are both terrifying as hell but they end up living at their calligraphy shop and bickering and cooking.)

And then she chops off his bits. That was in the novel but I can’t believe they got it into the drama!!!!

(Poor human Sang Sang, she enjoyed those bits!!!)

Human Sang Sang aspect that he cannot see. But this story’s foot fetish can be seen by everyone! We spent a LOT of time with NQ warming and holding SS’s feet and now...

Why yes, he wakes up and first thing he does is check if it came back. “Please grow back” - were the censors on smoke break?

Bonus:

You are all very welcome!

PS @mousieta​ a little treat for you too :P

#whump #dylan wang #ever night 2 #cdrama

[waheelawhisperer]

Really, now that I mull it over the FN-vs-Freezerburn fight was packed with ego errors *at least* comparable to anything on Yang's part . The instant WY are separated Weiss snaps into laserfocus honor duel mode against Flynt, who in turn (a) almost makes a point of tanking her Glyph Pinball setup and (b) contemptuously switches targets before he's quite *finished* his Designated Bougie Nemesis. I do have to give Mr Coal the nod for that fairly sick 'cut off trumpet force & trip 'em' opener.

Funnily enough, despite being not just a clown but the entire circus, Neon is actually the only one who doesn't make significant mistakes in that fight. Flynt gets cocky, Yang and Weiss fall into the FNKI trap and give their opponents the matchups they clearly want instead of calling for a swap, and Weiss channels her inner NFL linebacker and tries to pull off a double KO instead of just blasting Flynt with Dust or a glyph despite having a good ten seconds to do so. She doesn't have much of an excuse for this because she doesn't need her weapon to use her Semblance, there's Dust literally right there in the arena, and even if she wants the Dust in her sword's chambers specifically, Flynt turns away and gives her time to grab it, but she goes for the bar brawl strategy and body checks the dude regardless. To be honest, I think this is her comparative inexperience showing.

This is actually one of the things I love the most about Weiss and Winter: the two of them have the souls of junkyard dogs, it's just wrapped up in all the trappings of Atlesian high society and the years and years and years of being told that Schnees are never anything less than perfect and refined. If these two had been raised on, like, Patch in a middle-class household or something, they'd be making trouble and getting in fights on the daily. They both default to "beat the shit out of it" as a problem-solving strategy, and Weiss in particular has to actively stop herself from wholeheartedly engaging in the type of bullshit cartoon hijinks Team RWBY routinely gets into pretty much the moment she decides that they are, in fact, her family and do, in fact, love her. Winter's less of a shitter because she had to be The Parent Sibling, but her fights show that she's still got the stray dog "I will fuck you up" mentality despite that.

Anyway, I don't think Flynt was really making a point of tanking Weiss's attacks specifically - she was knocking him around pretty good - but I do think he was going out of his way to flex on her as kind of revenge for her dad driving his dad out of business. As we see, though, he's pretty capable of using that trumpet effectively despite literally being based on a meme, not that that saves him when he decides to make Weiss watch as he eliminates her teammate instead of just finishing one opponent off before moving on to the next.

Actually, now that I think about it, Weiss played this fight about as optimally as she could and her final attack was perfectly calculated, because I too would tackle a dude into a lava geyser if it meant Yang Xiao Long would fuss over me afterward.

#rwby #analysis #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #winter schnee #flynt coal #neon katt

[wysteria-clad]

Ohh Prasy darling... I'm so sorry you are feeling like this... It truly breaks my heart that you feel like nothing matters, I know grief is one of the worst things one person can experience, and it will take time, but it eventually will go away over time, and in that time I promise you we will always be here to hear you if you need to, you can express what ever you want in this place, it's yours truly.

And darling don't think that you don't deserve kindness, love or anything good in life. No one is perfect in this life, and no one will ever be, no matter what's happening in your life right now YOU ARE PERSON THAT DESERVES EVERYTHING GOOD THAT CAN HAPPEN, YOU DESERVE LOVE, AFFECTION, KINDNESS, SYMPATHY, COMPASSION, HUGS, KISSES, YOUR GOALS, ABSOLUTELY EVERY SINGLE THING

I know this isn't much, but I want you to know that you matter to me, our internet friendship. I love to go on Tumblr and find that you posted your thoughts or a new fic, is one moment in my day that brings me peace, I feel like, even though this is your blog, this is a space that I can enjoy calmly, be myself with no problems, I love ur blog so much, and believe me when I tell you that what you do matters. Yeah, we are all going to die anyway, but it's time to take a deep breath, take every moment at once and try to calm down and think quietly. I know that life is shit, I'm not going to say it's not, but there's always something good to look for, this moment will pass Prasy, I'm sorry for everything bad that happen, I really am, but know just close your eyes and go treat yourself nicely, go take a nap, read a book, eat your favorite food, watch something you really love, take a bath, I know it's not easy, but if you ever need to talk or express yourself, do it here, or beep me i will be here.

We love you soo much darling, and even though you can't hug someone through the internet, I'm giving you the biggest hug possible Wys 💖🌟 I promise you things will get better <3

-💖

I needed to hear this. Thank you so much, babe 💕

The fact you took time from your life and sent me this 🥺

I'm so happy to hear my blog is your calm space <3

Yeah, it's just my emotions and feelings are overwhelming me rn. Thank you for your kind and caring words <3

I love you too and I appreciate you sm <3

#asks #answered #💖 anon #sweet people

[mrkis]

oh my god!!! i will have the playlists done by tonight or tomorrow at the latest IM SOOOO EXCITED i already have so many ideas

thank you sooo so much for the info about each series. it’s definitely helped me out a lot <3

i’m really looking forward to jungwoo’s and jeno’s the most!!! <333 I LOVEEE MESSY AND TOXIC oh my god bring the cheating trope on. i’m actually super excited for this one. jungwoo’s character already seems so interesting cus he’s also conflicted and morally not straight if he’s giving into the mc too and YES i love that i want MESSY i want CHAOS i want ANGST i want ROUGH ANGRY SEX AND CHEATING i want their lives to become a mess

i’m so ready for jeno to fall in love with the main character who probably represents all of us 🥹🥹🥹 cus i’m kinda like her LMAO im a homebody and i don’t like partying that much and i don’t really like drugs and i care more about education and my job!!! so like jeno falling for her is super interesting… makes me think she must be some sort of fucking beauty and stand out when she doesn’t want to because if you get the attention of THE lee jeno, he’s like a god on campus isn’t he ? 😭😭😭 everyone wants him but he wants HER (why you mc) AHHHH FUCK BRING IT ON. it gives me hope like it’s a win for us shy girls, WE FINALLY GOT HIM <333 no more yeeuns and miwoo’s LMAO (i love miwoo tho dw) jeno falling for someone unlike him it’s PERFECT cus still he’s quite sweet and emotionally mature. i love a good opposites attract UGH ur perfect for this

tonight/tomorrow?!? please please please please take all the time you need, there's absolutely no rush. please do not overwork yourself with this, truly. im very appreciative but please, dont force yourself to get it done so quick !!

but yeaahhhh jungwoos series is going to be messy as fuck and im lowkey excited to try it out. i love writing angsty messy stuff in fiction and im hoping to portray that in boyfren !! i was really proud of the synopsis i came up with it LMFAO. but anyways. very messy. jungwoos is going to be an interesting character to write.

and yes, jeno is very well known and popular within the neo tech college universe. everyone knows him. everyone wants him. hes hot. hes smart. perfect package fr. im looking forward to writing the opposites attract of it all !!! i think its going to be fun :) and im lowkey really excited to see how wy!mc is going to turn out too

#‣ [asks] #‣ [anon]

[flydotnet]

Can't Have Shit in Okinawa

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

I didn't go into this Whumptober expecting to write so much comedy or comedy-adjacent entries, but oh well, may as well embrace it now.

I took the ER prompt because all of the others sounded too… hardcore for me, I guess? I'm way too damn soft. Even then, I decided I may as well make it humorous. Not sure I'm into the spirit of Whumptober this year.

I only recently realized that I had never written anything KojiMaki in my entire life… which is weird, since would you ask me, I'd tell you they're the best romantic character dynamic in all of CT. Yeah, I know, the bar is cosmically low, but it's true, right? Good parallels, actual chemistry, agressive support… it's got it all. WY really fed us well, man. They're not my fav ship (as my stupidly high number of MatsuYoshi fics will happily demonstrate for me), but they're the best written one imho.

------------------------------

Can't Have Shit in Okinawa

Summary: It's not because your date has ended in the ER that you can't bicker about it with your partner!

Fandom: Captain Tsubasa

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here.

------------------------------

It’s not where their date was supposed to end; but sometimes, you simply don’t have control over what happens. Sometimes, a last-minute idea from your partner brings you a good surprise! And at others, they get hurt and you end up in a spot that’s not quite as fun.

Or, like, the complete opposite of fun.

“I thought the emergency room was meant for that. Emergencies.”

She’s lost count of how many times her boyfriend has sighed since they’ve arrived here.

“It’s meant to be, at least. You’ve never been in one before?”

He stares back at her, very much unamused.

“I was unconscious the only time I did, how was I s’pposed to know they sucked ass?!”

“It’s a well-known phenomenon! I didn’t think I’d have to explain that to you!”

“Maybe you should’ve asked before, then!”

“Where else was I going to bring you anyway?”

“I dunno, just a regular doctor would’ve been fine!”

“You were bleeding buckets, you idiot!”

“Yeah, and?”

“Well I wasn’t gonna fix that myself, now, was I?”

“You could’ve, I dunno, tried!”

“I’m no doctor!”

“It’s just a damn scrape, Maki! No need to worry so much about it!”

“It’s a bleeding gash the depth of a ping-pong ball, Kojiro!”

“That’s the weirdest comparison I’ve ever heard.” He looks around. “Oh fuck, they’re all staring at us.”

“Gee, I wonder why.”

Don’t get her wrong, she loves him to bits, but her boyfriend is the loudest person on Earth. Oh, and also, he’s a world-famous soccer player. As in, “outstanding name in a list of outstanding names” famous. The guy is a world champion and stuff. That may not help much, in their case, because it did not grant them a priority queue, and also, people do stare at them. A lot.

The ER, as the legend foretold, is cramped and overcrowded. There are people who are here for all sorts of stuff, from terrifying bug bites the size of a softball glove to what Maki can only assume to be people who should’ve just to their local pharmacy. There’s always at least one of those and they will always get called before you, the legend also says.

Among the things Maki has in common with her boyfriend, one of them is a natural knack for impatience. She hates standing in one spot and waiting for things to happen. Powerlessness is an annoyance at best and a deep-rooted phobia at worst. Right now, luckily, it’s just a lot of annoyance at things being horrible, frigidly slow.

In short: the ER, with its awfully slow pace and dozens of people screaming, crying or even chatting very loudly on their phones, is stuff of nightmares for her. If she was here all on her own, a part or her would be terrified, yes – on the other hand, she happens to be here with someone else, who barely seems to care that they have to be there waiting on uncomfortable plastic chairs to begin with.

She glances back at Kojiro. He seems mildly bothered by everything around him, the now rust-coloured towel still on his thigh. Occasionally, he takes a sharp inhale mostly through his right nostril and looks even more mildly bothered. People are still staring at him.

“That stupid thing’s stopped bleeding anyway,” he says as he leans back. “Can we go back to your place, now? Fuck this ER shit, I can do a zig-zag stitch too.”

A mother with her snot-filled kid is glaring at him, her face oh so offended.

“You’re not for real, right?”

He now actually looks displeased.

“What? Do I look so, I dunno, like a brute that I can’t sew?”

“That’s not what I said! I’m just sayin’, you’re no doctor, so don’t stitch your own wounds close!”

Kojiro responds to that by getting his phone out.

“Eh, whatever. There’s probably a tutorial for that on YouTube.”

Maki can only gawk at him. That guy is considered the cream of the crop in his category but man can he be awfully stupid. She loves him for all of his highs and lows, but he’s really dense as a brick when he wants to. Also, for all of his ranting about his friends from the national team being self-sacrificing idiots, he has the tendencies as well.

Actually, come to think of it… Maybe if she tips the scales, she could make him realize how bad it’s getting. That’s what couples do, right? Communicate. They communicate so things don’t explode in a big ball of fire.

“Hey… Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

The woman with the snotty kid are called. Their turn may finally come soon; which, God, not too soon. The air here is stale, cramped and overall suffocating.

“If I was gonna do the same thing to you, which is having a bleeding gash the depth of a ball and say it’s no biggie, I’m gonna stitch it myself, what would you do?”

Now, he looks downright pissed.

“Why’re you even askin’ me that? It’s damn obvious!” His shoulders rise even further. “I’m bringin’ you to the hospital no questions asked!”

“Yeah, that makes sense, right?” She pokes his chest. “So why won’t you get it through your thick skull, hmmm?”

His anger changes into surprise.

“Dammit.”

“See? Not hard to understand! I’m worried and I don’t want you hurt even further, so be a good lil’ kitty and stay put until we get called!”

“Did you just call me a kitten because of my—”

“I’ll call you a tiger again when you’re back on your feet and not profusely bleeding in my backyard!” She breathes out and tries calming down as best as she can. “I know it’s annoying, I don’t like being here either, but it’s for your own good, I swear. And, if you don’t wanna think about yourself… then think your mom would be much more reassured to know you got to see a doctor and got it stitched right!”

He scratches the back of his neck a little sheepishly.

“You’re right there, I guess.”

“I just know you, after a while!” She leans against him. “You should stop being all rough like that. You’re supposed to also lean on me when you need help.”

He leans back in the other direction, his head softly landing on top of hers.

“…Yeah.”

Eventually, a nurse comes and calls their names – finally.

#whumptober 2023 #no.8 #overcrowded er #captain tsubasa #fic #kojimaki

[cummingforkylo]

Tw: abuse(is it abuse?), childhood trauma

This is literally the only placr i can talk about this without people i know seeing it but i had to take a math placement test for school because for some dumb fucking reason as an english major i need to take a math class. Anyway, i did so bad like didnt even get into a class bad.

Idk what to do. Math is so. Fucking triggering for me. I was homeschooled and i wanna start off by saying i loved homeschooling for the most part and i wanna do it with my kids and my mom is wonderful and i love her. But because she was dealing with three children on her own(my dad had a pretty high powered science job) and she was struggling with an eating disorder that she still wont admit she had and depression and she was cut off from family and friends necause we lived far away from everyone we knew learning math was fucking terribled

I wasnt good at math, couldnt get my times tables. we had to do times tests and if i didnt so them well or fast enough or i cried becUse of the pressure she would get angry and frustrated because she was also triggered by it. She would hit me and scream at me and some of the vicious ways she screamed at me are burned into my brain forever. The gritted teeth and the rage and the way her veins would pop out. It was RAGE. And so naturally it became VERY difficult to do math, i’d whine and cry and hate it because there was SO much pressure to do well and I couldnt. So we’d fight and i’d cry and she’d scream and smack me or pull my hair and if i ran, she chased me. If i flinched she’d mock me as if i was faking being scared or acting as if it hurt more to make ehr feel bad. I’ve never really talked about this because now i have a wonderful relationship with my mom and she is one of the most loving, kind people i know. But that person is completely incongruous with the monster i was scared of as a child

I know there were reasons why she acted the wy she. Did and i know it doesnt make it okay. I know all that but i’m still VERY triggered by math. I cant do times tables, i cant calculate tips, i count on my fingers and it’s cauee as soon as I was doing math on my own when i got older/ i cheated. I cheated because i didnt want to be screamed at. I didnt want to fight. Oh and when i was five they put me in first grade math so i was always struggling to keep up with math too advanced for me. And now here i am: trying to go to school and having to do math and having a panic attack when faced witj problems i cant do because i’m still six and being screamed at and pulled by my ear or hair or being smacked in the face for not doing the times tables right.

I really hate to post this here because this is not for the blog but i cant post it anywhere else and i needed to just…say it. So please ignore.

Also maybe this gives some scary insights into why i feel like i need to he smacked around by kylo. Who fucking knows.

#she speaks #shut the fuck up

[veritable-trash]

Just you

Pairing: Will Miller x F!Reader

Words: 1.5K

Warning: None, just emotions

A/N: hi so uhm this is the first thing I have ever posted. Actually the first fanfic type thing I've ever written. I've been a reader for a really long time and recently getting into writing again and then I binge read all of @charnelhouse WYS and fell so in love with her Will Miller I almost passed away. Firstly hi Charnel if you are reading this you're a badass and I'm obsessed with your writing. ANYWAYS, I read her post about the WYS boys being sick and Will Miller saying he needs me???? Ya I'm melting. So that thought has been rattling around my brain for like 12 hours and then I drank some wine and now we're here. Honestly this Will feels like Charnel's Will to me so I hope no offense is taken by me just writing him with that sorta lense. Ok I'm gonna shut up now and do the damn thing. Holy shit ok enjoy please 😵‍💫Also why am I writing this like someone's gonna read it jesus christ. for posterity huzah!

part 2 say what!!!!

~~~~~~~~~~

They had been spinning around each other for years it seems. Constantly ebbing and flowing, in and out of each others orbits like lost comets somewhere deep in space. Timing wasn’t exactly their strong suit, and neither was actually talking. But somehow the comets always came back around. English together in 8th grade. Algebra freshman year. History senior year. She had befriended Benny somehow, and even with her being around him more, it seemed like their paths couldn’t cross. Always right there, but not quite. He always had eyes for her, and she always had eyes for him. But he was stoic. Had been the protector, the silent overseer since he could walk. And she was flighty. Shaky hands, nervous rambles. Will knew her, saw her, wanted to know more about her, but even high school Will was thinking about his future. Thinking about how to protect Ben. Thinking about what the next move was. And he knew she could make him stay. Could jiggle the mold he had been settling into his whole life. And she, well she craved the stability. She just knew in the back of her mind that if he took her hand, just once, her brain could find peace. Her knees might stop knocking against her desk. Just for a minute.

Then high school ended. Will went off to the war. Threw himself into the structure of it all. The defined leadership. The rules and rituals. The consistency he craved and never got. And he was good at it. Found his stride, found his pack, found some peace. But peace came with a price he couldn’t have planned for. He saw too much, knew too much. Dragged his baby brother in with him too. Though Benny would argue that point till they were both black and blue. Will came back different, jilted. A little colder around the edges. A little harder to crack. It seemed the mold was starting to harden.

She left high school and tried to escape. Those anxious knees lead to running feet, but they could never get her far. She seemed to always settle back here. A couple months in New York. Down in Texas. Maybe even California when she really wanted to feel free. But something about this sad little place she called home had a pull that she couldn’t snap. She didn’t think, didn’t want to admit, that maybe she was waiting for someone else to orbit back to that spot. Come back to 8th grade english, freshman algebra, history. That would be crazy. Who waits around for someone you spoke to only a handful of times in school? Not her that’s for sure.

But here she was. Walking through their historic little down town early on a Saturday in June. The temperature wasn’t unbearable yet, summer had just started to really arrive. But she smelt it in the air. The shifting heat coming to suffocate them all. At least that’s how she envisioned it in her head. She had been back for a couple months, finally deciding maybe it was time to settle, take a break from running. Though her hands still shook, she’d gotten the knees to stop bouncing. Maybe she was finally getting older. Who knows.

Even as she walked her mind was whirring, churning, moving. And then all of sudden it blanked out. Her mind now full of gold and blue. It was all consuming, that the mind that never stopped hit pause. Her steps faltered as blue eyes settled on her. Holy fuck. He was back.

There she was. He’d almost forgotten what her eyes looked like. Almost. Not even the color, but the way her entire mind, brain was on display. And he could see that she was not expecting him. Wide and full of, was that fear? Excitement? He wanted to know so badly. Wanted to walk up to her and tell her he saw her. Saw her all the time.

They got coffee that morning. Finally broke the boundary of only seeing each other when Benny was around. They caught up. Talked for hours about what they’d been doing, where they’d been, if Benny was still as crazy as before. And the whole time all he wanted to do was touch her. Skim his finger tips across her upturned palm. Run his knuckles across her cheekbone. The distance between them just a table, felt like miles. And she itched for his words, itched to crawl under his skin and finally understand this man that pulled her here. The two comets finally getting so close they start burning up.

The morning had shifted to the afternoon that had now shifted to early evening. The sky just starting to darken far away at the edges. Her body was calm. Maybe a tremor here or there. An urge to run even when it all felt so good. But then he’d smile at her, and everything would freeze. He’d chuckle at a stupid joke she cobbled together in her brain and time would turn to molasses as she tried to capture every note. She couldn’t believe she was making Will Miller laugh. But then, god then there were those dimpled smiles. When he’d compliment her randomly and she would flush, get flustered. And he’d try to hide how much he loved that he made her nervous but he couldn’t hide that dimple. Not from her.

And then all of a sudden they were at her car. The sky inky blue, a single star sparking high up above. And with her back leaned against the car door, the street lamps casting her in all sorts of shadows, he couldn’t leave. Couldn’t leave her. He was cracking and it was all her fault.

He looked beautiful. Golden hair, ocean eyes, heat damp skin, the god damn dimple. She was swooning and she almost didn’t care who might see. Well, maybe cared a little. He wouldn’t stop looking at her. Her eyes would drift, to the lamp, her hands, his feet, and finally back to his eyes and they were still right there. Looking right at her like he couldn’t capture enough moments of her.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.”

The dimple was back. Her knees wobbled a bit. He stepped closer, and now she couldn’t breath.

“I like your dimple.”

“What?”

“I like your dimple. It makes your face more real.”

He couldn’t handle her. Could barely get a hold of how she made him feel. Wanted to make her giggle so he could giggle with her. Wanted to run to California like he’d heard she’d done before.

“How long are you staying?” she whispered, nervous to make it seem like she needed him to stay.

“I ain’t planning on leaving anytime soon.” Her chest released a sigh, he was hoping of relief.

“Good. You’ve been missed around these parts.” His eyes dropped then. Almost bashful like he didn’t want to assume she had been missing him but hoping to every god that she had.

He took another step and now there was barely half a foot between them. He towered over her, blotted out the sky, but who needed the sky when he looked at her like she was the sun. Their breaths coming a bit faster, the night no longer getting cooler but seeming to heat up even with the sun below the horizon.

“Did I ever tell you in high school how pretty you are?”

“No, not that I remember. And I think I would’ve remembered”

“Well I'm saying it now. You look so pretty tonight.”

Hearts slammed against ribcages, their bodies, minds spinning a collision course. And then he took her hand. Wrapped his fingers around her palm and the world stopped hurtling through space. She squeezed his hand instinctively, another little tremor, and he squeezed back and it was like their feet sunk into the ground. Like no force of nature could move them from this blink of a moment. His eyes traced hers back and forth. Left eye, right eye, left eye, right eye. Her mind was trying to memorize every detail of how his hand felt on hers. They were so caught up in each other, in this grounding feeling. Like two magnets finally clicking together.

“I think I need you.” He murmured.

“What?”

“I think I’ve always needed you.”

She didn’t need to ask for more clarification that time. Because she knew. Knew exactly what he meant. Because she had always needed him too.

HAHAHAHA ok cool so that all happened

#will miller x reader #will miller x you #triple frontier fic

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

and having a marvelous time by varnes

A greatttt job weaving Sound of Music into the au. It really fit perfectly and was such a fun read. The time in the Burial Mounds of LZ and WY falling in love was funny, sweet, and perfect! The kids were the BEST ❤️

I also liked the JY and NHS’s stories. Their hard decisions and hidden depths were interesting to explore.

Really enjoyed this story 🥰

Quotes:

Seven children, living among ghosts. Untaught in the art of cultivation, but reliant on it nevertheless. Taught to believe that the world around them was made of only sharp and painful edges. Rejected by the man who refused to claim them as their father.

Wen Qionglin had told him, “Sometimes they do naughty things, but only because it’s very hard, living here, and they’re just babies.” In Lan Wangji’s many years as a teacher in Cloud Recesses, he has never met a child that acted out without cause.

Many years ago, Lan Wangji had knelt outside his mother’s house for days and days and days, waiting. He had been punished for it. He had kept kneeling anyway.

Discipline does not need to take the form of violence, he thinks.

Symptoms are not the root.

Decision made, Lan Wangji makes quick work of cleaning the dwelling before setting out to find Wen Qionglin. He is preparing dinner.

Dinner is radishes.

Lan Wangji believes in gratitude for all forms of services and sustenance, but this family truly eats an indecent amount of radishes.

————

“Xiansheng said we weren’t supposed to come in until you were better but then it was days and days and Qing-jie came out and Yuan-ge said how is baba and she said he’s even more stupid than usual and Zhen-ge said what’s that mean and Yi-ge said he’s dead probably and then I got scared that you were dead and then I came to check and you were lying here and you looked dead! So. I had to cry.”

Honestly, Wei Wuxian has to admit that Yuyu’s impressions are pretty good. He’s got the voices down, even while blubbering. Yuyu drags his arm across his nose, a trail of snot darkening his —

Wait.

“Are those Lan robes?” he asks, eyebrows shooting up and wishing desperately that he could sit up and turn his head. His intonation lacks something without the gestures, he thinks. Instead, his gaze darts to Lan Wangji, who is calmly and studiously arranging his own sleeves.

Yuyu nods. “Xiansheng said if we’re Lans we should dress neatly and app-rope-ree-at-ly,” he says, looking up at Lan Wangji for confirmation.

Lan Wangji, to Wei Wuxian’s amazement, nods seriously in agreement. “Lan Xuanyu,” he says, in his voice, that sounds — like that, still, which should be illegal, in Wei Wuxian’s opinion, “it is time for your lessons.”

“Lessons,” Wei Wuxian repeats dumbly, even as Yuyu scrambles up and off him, straightening his robes as he slides back down onto his feet. He presses a very wet, but careful, kiss to Wei Wuxian’s cheek.

“Yes, Xiansheng,” he chirps, before darting toward the door, then skidding to a stop and muttering to himself, “Do not rush too fast,” before proceeding again, much more slowly.

Wei Wuxian gapes.

“That’s not quite it,” Lan Wangji notes, voice edging toward dry. Wei Wuian has never heard his voice be dry before. When they had met during the war, he always just sounded like … like Wei Wuxian’s very existence made him mad. “But he is correct in essence.”

————

He blows out a long breath. “Okay,” he says again. “That’s enough for now. Finish your lessons. I’ve got — stuff. To do. In the Demon Subdue Palace. So don’t come in for a while. Be good for Lan Zhan, all right?”

Six little Lans gasp. “You can’t call him that,” Zizhen hisses, scandalized. “It’s Xiansheng!”

“He’s your xiansheng, not mine,” Wei Wuxian snorts. “Because you’re a baby, and I’m the terrifying Yiling Patriarch.”

“Terrifying, my foot,” Jingyi tells him. “You’re the least scary person in the whole world, other than jiujiu.”

“Jiujiu’s a fierce corpse,” Wei Wuxian points out.

Jingyi considers this. “Okay, you’re less scary than jiujiu, but it’s on a technicality.”

Hm. That’s not ... where Wei Wuxian was going with that.

“I’m going to do evil and scary experiments in the Demon Subdue Palace,” he announces, turning his nose up and handing Mianmian off to Yuyu.

E, 108k

Summary:

Wen Qing relaxes minutely, scrutinizing him. “Then,” she asks, “why are you here, Lan-er-gongzi?”

He thinks of seven children, living here, surrounded by ghosts, fathered — fathered? — by the one who harnesses resentment to command the dead. Children he has named, inexplicably, Lan. Wen Qionglin is a fierce corpse, and yet he apparently talks and thinks and makes his own decisions. The children call him jiujiu. The children climb on his lap and ignore his instructions and say things like “he’s dead” with a careless lilt in their voices.

Whatever the Yiling Patriarch is doing, whatever Wei Wuxian wants, Lan Wangji does not think it is an act of war.

So he does not say, “I am here to neutralize the Yiling Patriarch.”

He does not say, “Sentiment is gathering against you.”

He does not say, “First liberate, second suppress, third eliminate.”

Lying is forbidden, so Lan Wangji bows his head and says something true: “The Lan sect has very recently learned of seven disciples living in Yiling. I have come to attend their education.”

-

OR: It's a Sound of Music AU. Sort of.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #wangxian fic rec #the untamed fic #the untamed fanfiction #untamed fic #mdzs fic #mdzs fanfiction #sound of music #alternate au #multiple povs