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acaiis · 11 months
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For Liushen week day one: unplanned | contact! I’ll be doing my best to update the fic each day this week, but I may not be able to do art for each day because I’ll be traveling!
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but all is to be dared
Long, slender hands and hidden smiles, hair set aglow by sunlight and eyes dancing with life. The curve of a cheekbone in three-quarter profile, a glimpse of lips quirking upwards before being hidden away by a fan…
He had not planned for this – not for romance, and certainly not for Shen Qingqiu. But the feelings are there, obvious now that he has given them thought, and he is not one to back away from any sort of challenge. He will accept them for what they are, regardless of the past.
Liu Qingge is decisive by nature. Shen Qingqiu is no longer the man he once was. Perhaps, they can find a new future for themselves.
Written for Liushen Week 2023, and fueled by Sappho's ability to perfectly capture tender longing.
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caseywond3r · 2 years
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face reveal drabble!! I stayed up all night writing it and now it is seven o'clock in the morning and I'm too tired to read back through it at all so like. I'm sorry if it sucks lol but CONTENT!!!!!! you guys are finally getting fed after the caseydrought!!!!!
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caseyyy · 11 years
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Drawn to the Desert
A western retreat with the possibility for escaping, the vacation spot of gangsters and cowboys, they were all drawn to her.
They had made something out of nothing. A home in the desert grew to become the place of escape. And she took refuge of the saints and the sinners and told them it was okay, and took their money, and their inhibitions with it; drawn in by the desert. 
And they came with suitcases in hands, and a love for one another, and a downpayment on a condo because work was cheap. She promised them with life and opportunity on her new frontier.  
The modern "Wild Wild West" had grown with every decade just like their children and the length of their love of which they could not escape. Others followed the pattern moving to create "family." What was happening there had begun to stay. Underneath what everyone knows far beneath that one-sided street of which is the image on the post cards is home. So the desert calls for people to be her mistress, to leave the places they marry in their minds and give up their love and comfort to try something different. Irresistible temptation of a new life, and love, and possibility, and heat and intensity, and they were all drawn to the desert. With that heat and intensity she killed the people I loved the most, drawing them in and not giving them proper goodbyes. And they were drawn to the desert, and they stay there forever. And he resides next to the freeway, beside the airport, on the outskirts of town; a body buried underneath the ground. Greeting those saints, those sinners, as they make the decision to temporarily escape. Just as he intended. For those not looking to get away from life, are just trying to live. The rest are just trying to make it. Before the desert takes ahold of them never allowing them to leave. What happens to those who arrive, stays with them. And they were all drawn to the desert.
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acaiis · 1 year
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leaves sewn with red thread by acaiis
fandom: MDZS pairing(s): Jin Ling/Lan Sizhui, background Ouyang Zizhen/Lan Jingyi rating: general audiences/no archive warnings apply words: 19,836 chapters: 3/3 [complete]
There are a great many things in the cultivation world that have strange and interesting properties. One such curiosity is known as the Red-Threaded Herb, a plant which takes on the smell of whomever the person smelling it most desires. This information should be known by the guest disciples residing at the Cloud Recesses currently, but ah, well -- Jin Ling was not the ideal student.
Or, Jin Ling does not know he is in love, and there is a strange little sachet he swiped after class that smells so terribly nice...
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caseywond3r · 2 years
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day 2 of 7 Days of Dream Team is up now!! internalised homophobia one-shot because I have never projected, not even once.
link here :))
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caseywond3r · 2 years
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hey guys just a heads-up that, while I can't imagine I'll post any further updates/new works unless things are miraculously cleared up, I will NOT be deleting any of my current works. I wrote those fics, in particular losing face, through times of difficulty for myself. I poured so much of myself into them and I know that they've also been a comfort to so many others. I'm not going to let anybody take that away from me, especially a man who cared more about getting his dick wet than protecting the community he claimed to love. I hope you're all doing alright after everything that's happened. DMs are always open. I love you guys so much.
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caseywond3r · 2 years
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yes I am ashamed of this one. yes I am in therapy. fuck off <33
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caseywond3r · 2 years
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COMMISSIONS
$1.50 / 100 words (SFW)
$2 / 100 words (NSFW)
Must be at least 1000 words
(more info under cut)
NEW: SONGS!!!!
$7 / minute for basic recording + lyrics with chords
$10 / minute for fully edited recording + lyrics with chords
Fandoms (Open to others! If you have a request, just DM me and I'll let you know if I'm familiar with it):
Songs can be based on a storyline, moodboard, suggested like, or even just a theme.
Willing to write OC or fandom!
Supernatural
Heartstopper
Shadowhunters
Lucifer
MCYT
Bands (if its anything emo/punk/whatever from like 2000-2015, I probably know them)
Open to sensitive topics (i.e. s/h, s/a) handled in a responsible/non-glorified way
Open to kink. Only hard limits off the top of my head are scat and gore but I reserve the right to refuse any request if it makes me uncomfortable/I don't think that I could write it well.
Will not write anything that puts a minor, fictional character or otherwise, in a sexual position.
DMs are open! Feel free to use my askbox if you have any follow-up questions :))
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acaiis · 1 year
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cassian; teenaged, they/them, artist and writer. studying ecosystem sciences and stewardship. creating content in free time.
My blog is a mess because I do what I want with it, and that usually means reblogginng any and everything that catches my eye. So, if you are looking for something specific, try these tags:
#caseydraws  all my art in one place
 > #caseydrawslu all my linked universe art
#caseywrites all my writing in one place
#cassianrambles all my text posts/passing thoughts.  I also have a navigation page, which can be accessed from the sidebar of my blog. Keep in mind that this is largely unfinished. 
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acaiis · 3 years
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lineage. crypt
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acaiis · 3 years
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ok so there's like. a lot of art i haven't uploaded to tumblr yet. so. :) goes with this post -- a scene from and you will not return with the living things
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acaiis · 3 years
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vio for FWOF! I also wrote a short oneshot for him; it’s not directly related to the art but it’s still vio week content!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32542261
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caseywond3r · 2 years
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hello friends ya bitch had the worst nightmare they've had in years last night and couldn't fall back to sleep for, like, four hours. so here's my sleep-deprived, plotless search for comfort.
dream: george...
george: dream, it's four in the morning, what could you possibly want?
dream: I had a nightmare.
george: ok? nobody asked?? just, like, get a better brain???
dream, leaving the room: oh, okay. I'll just...
george: wait! ugh. do you wanna, like... sleep in here or whatever?
dream, bouncing on his heels like an excited puppy: yes please yes please yes please
dream: *runs over and crawls under the covers, snuggling into george's chest*
*a few minutes later*
george: dream, are you asleep?
*no response*
george, hesitantly running his hands through dream's hair: good boy. you're safe here. I've got you. nothing's gonna get to you without going through me first.
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caseywond3r · 3 years
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(this can now be read on my AO3, as well!!)
(started out as a reblog/response to this post by @phibii, but it got too long. still please go give the original post some love!!)
(also, please note that this is all in good fun. I don't actually ship DNF and I am not speculating about their sexualities or relationship. this is just a lighthearted drabble based on their internet personalities.)
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George sits in Dream's lap while he's editing. Dream isn't really sure why. It just started one day when George decided he wasn't getting enough attention because Dream was too focused on his work. He's like a cat. He wants Dream's attention any time he's busy. He's not even that clingy usually, but he gets frustrated when he doesn't at least have the option of having Dream's undivided attention. So, he sits in his lap while he edits.
Dream loses his shit a little bit at first, doing his, "what? WHAT?" that he always does when George flirts with him, but he's also so used to George's antics that after the first time it happens, he's just like, "Okay. I guess this is a thing now." It becomes one of their things, one of the thousand little rituals they share, and neither would ever admit to it, but they really enjoy it. It feels safe, it feels warm. It makes them feel closer to one another, not only physically, but emotionally. Maybe Dream even starts putting out more videos just because he knows that George will sit on his lap when he's busy with editing—though that's probably just wishful thinking on my part. And maybe he doesn't fully realise that it isn't a solely platonic affection because it's George, ya know? This is his best friend and he loves him dearly and it's normal to want to spend time together and be close to each other, ya know? And yeah, when Sapnap walks in on them like this, he makes fun of them, but what does he know? This is normal.
Except... A few days later, when Sapnap tries to sit on Dream's lap as a joke, to make fun of him for doing it with George, Dream pushes him off immediately. It doesn't feel all nice and warm and sweet with Sapnap. Not like it does with George, despite being equally as good of friends with Sapnap. That's when Dream finally realises, This isn't normal at all.
He's nervous now. He doesn't know what he's feeling and he doesn't know if he'll ever be able to label it. After all, it's always been there, hasn't it? He's always felt this way. He just didn't realise that what he was feeling wasn't normal.
He puts off recording for weeks on end. The fans are ticked. They're trying to be supportive of his break, but what can they say? They miss their streamer. After two months with zero YouTube videos, Dream runs out of excuses. He records his new video and dodges George's thinly veiled questions about when he plans to edit it, waiting until George is out with friends to do so.
The hours stretch on and Dream is getting more and more frustrated. His ADHD is flaring up. He can't focus on anything. Every click of his keyboard is too loud, every flash of his monitor is too loud. Something is just wrong and he's not stupid, he knows what it is, but he can't admit it. Because if he admits it, then it becomes real, and he's not ready for it to become real.
So, he sits, and he tries not to let the frustration spill out from his eyes, and he tries not to let his mind wander into wondering why he feels this way about his best friend. He hears the front door open and he can only hope that it's Sapnap because he hasn't gotten enough work done to go to bed now and hide under the covers and pretend he isn't awake when George comes in to check on him.
Unfortunately, Dream doesn't always get what he wants.
The door creaks open and Dream knows without even looking that it's George. He's the only one in the house who never learned how to knock. George pauses for a second in the doorway, noting Dream's screen curiously, before stepping forward into his line of sight.
"Dream?"
Dream's glassy, bloodshot eyes respond for him.
"Hey, what's wrong?" George asks. "Are you okay?"
"No," Dream snaps. "I'm not fucking okay. I can't fucking focus on any of this shit. I haven't gotten a single thing done tonight."
George steps ever closer, pulling Dream into a hug. With Dream in his desk chair, George finally gets to feel taller than him as he pulls Dream against him and feels his face press into his stomach. "It's okay, Dream. You're trying your best. Sometimes, you just need to call it quits and start again tomorrow."
"I can't. I've already put it off for too long."
"Well, then, at least let me keep you company."
"No." Dream rips himself away from George, pushing his chair back a few feet.
"Why not?"
"Because... Because... I don't feel right."
"What do you mean? Are you sick?"
"No, I'm not sick. Dammit, George, I just... I don't feel what I'm supposed to feel for you. I don't know what I feel at all."
George doesn't look disgusted, and Dream thinks he must've misunderstood him. If George knew about all of Dream's big, swirling, terrifying feelings, there's no way he'd be so steady. Almost like he's trying to calm a frightened animal, when he asks, "Does it matter?"
"What?"
"Whatever you feel, it isn't wrong. I feel it, too, I guess. And I don't know what it is either, but it doesn't really matter, does it? Because we both feel it. We both care a lot about each other and we both love to be around each other. How can that be wrong?"
Dream chews on the inside of his cheek, trying to think of all the million reasons why this is a terrible idea—whatever this is. He can't. He can't think of a single goddamn thing. Reluctantly, he pushes himself back toward George, opening his arms.
Instead of sitting on Dream's knee, facing the computer, like he normally does, George sits facing Dream, smaller thighs bracketing larger ones, and rests his head in the crook of Dream's neck, deep and slow breaths fanning out against the tanned skin.
It takes Dream a few minutes to find the courage to ask, "What are we?"
George pulls away from Dream's neck, giggling like that's the stupidest question he's ever heard. "We're us, idiot."
Dream chews on that for a second, lets the words perforate his stupid brain and calm the rushing blood in his ears. "I think I like that," he says finally.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." He pulls George back in to rest against his neck, tucking his own face into the pillow of George's hair. "I like us."
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acaiis · 3 years
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and you will not return with the living things
In a field, tucked away in the mountains, there lays a figure clad in green. The wind blows gently about them, stirring the grass and little bits of hair, languid in how it flows over the meadow. Their rest seems a pleasant one, upon a glance, the world calm about them and their face unmarred by distress. But even as the wind stills and the sun sets, pulling the light from the world and the warmth from their skin, they do not rise. The sword clasped in their hands weighs them there.
The world goes quiet, gently, as they are, and it is with this slow descent into stillness that their inclusion in it becomes softly apparent. They will not move, for the breath has been stolen away from their body and the warmth they hold is that of the sun. They exist naught for waking things any longer. Just as the wind had slowly slipped away, whatever had stirred within them had moved on, leaving behind but a vessel.
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caseywond3r · 3 years
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hi friends!! I said earlier today that, as a little apology for not uploading today, I would post some basic character profiles for the real version of losing face.
speaking of which, I figured it's about time I give this project a real name because The Real Version Of Losing Face just really doesn't have the right ring to it.
so, without further ado, the name reveal...
monsoon season
do you guys like it? it's just a working title so it, like everything else I'm about to reveal, is almost certain to change, but I'm kinda vibing with it :))
okie, onto the profiles. for reference, while the characters are obviously going to be vastly different to those in the original, nico is rough counterpart to dream and alec is the rough counterpart to george. I know my handwriting is shit, I don't need anyone commenting on it lol, so just read the image descriptions.
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full name: nicholas pierce
nicknames: nico (from all)
pronouns: he/him
sexuality: bisexual (doesn't know it yet)
gender: cis man
birthday: 19 nov 2000, 5am
sun: scorpio
moon: virgo
rising: scorpio
height: 6'2"
build: lean
ethnicity: black
eye colour: green
hair colour: black
disabilities/illnesses: none
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full name: alec foster
nicknames: ace (from nico), foster (from chloe)
Pronouns: he/him
sexuality: pansexual
gender: trans man
birthday: 10 June 2001, 11pm
sun: gemini
moon: aquarius
rising: pisces
height: 5'6" (swears he's 5'8")
build: average
ethnicity: white
eye colour: brown
hair colour: dirty blonde
disabilities/illnesses: adhd, dyslexia, dyscalculia
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