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iruze · 2 years
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a product of wicked suggestion
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a product of wicked suggestion by iruze/@iruze
not rated| general| 1262 words| BAMF Yiling Laozu| complete
For WWXNovemberMayhem @pocketfulofrecs
Summary:  "What I am asking for," Jiang Cheng forces out through gnashed teeth, "is a simple duel."
Also read on Ao3
"My decision is final. I'm not participating in this duel of yours." Wei Wuxian stood before the entrance of the Burial Mounds, gripping Chenqing tightly. His expression was as dry as dust but his brows were drawn together, indicating his fading patience. For the past fifteen minutes they had been arguing over this matter.
Jiang Cheng had proposed a stage fight, a faux display of failed negotiation to the rest of the cultivation world. In order to imply the deadly seriousness behind Wei Wuxian's actions and his defiance against the other sects, the duel would serve its purpose of declaring Wei Wuxian as a defector of the Jiang Sect and also a major threat to the achieved peace after the Sunshot Campaign. However, Wei Wuxian had other plans.
"What I'm asking for," Jiang Cheng forced out through gnashed teeth, "is a simple duel. You can't even take up your sword for once and face against me one-on-one? Has your arrogance finally reached its peak where you consider everyone beneath you?"
Wei Wuxian looked unprovoked. This only seemed to further incense Jiang Cheng.
Wei Wuxian explained, "They'll believe whatever you say. As someone who opposes the common notions of the society, they'll swallow any fabricated lie that you feed them about me. In their eyes, I'm an outcast, someone who stomped on their expectations and stabbed them from the back. At this point, they're more inclined to believe in my evildoings."
Jiang Cheng seethed, "You make it sound as if it's easy to deal with the mess you've created. As always, I'm the one left to clean up after the damage you do to stain the reputation of our sect." He laughed coldly, chilling the bones of the thirty disciples he brought over.
"A-Niang was right all along. You do nothing but bring our sect trouble. Who else understands our sect motto better than you, anyway? Fine! Let's arrange for a duel." He pointed at Wei Wuxian.
"Three days from now. You and me."
Except, Wei Wuxian had declined his offer. Jiang Cheng's face had gone an unhealthy shade of purple, snarling and baring his fangs like a feral beast. He had taken every opportunity to force Wei Wuxian into going along with his plan underneath insults and threats. Wei Wuxian had argued back quite fiercely. To the YunmengJiang disciples who were there when Wei Wuxian was still an ally, they felt dread pooling at the pit of their stomachs.
The disciples had been a witness to his ruthlessness and cold detachment from the early days of the Sunshot Campaign. The ease with which he had eradicated the Wen cultivators without a shred of mercy in his red eyes haunted them till to this day. It did not help that Wei Wuxian was terrifying when he was furious. Even without a sword, his ability to harness resentful energy like it was child's play had even the most skillful of cultivators distance themselves away from him.
None of these disciples ever wanted to be on his bad side. Naturally, they were genuinely concerned about their Sect Leader who was taking far too much liberty in barking reviles at the fearsome Yiling Patriarch. They were afraid that his anger would soon be directed towards them.
"So, for you, a simple duel is no difficult matter. But, coming up with a simple lie is?" Whatever fondness Wei Wuxian had for Jiang Cheng in their youth was no longer swimming in the depths of his grey eyes. Only white-hot fury could be seen.
"Leave. Get out of here if you have nothing else to contribute." Wei Wuxian's words hammered the final nail on the coffin. He swiveled towards the direction of the Burial Mounds, his new abode, and started walking without sparing a glance behind the group.
"Sect Leader, what do we do now?" one of the disciples asked hesitatingly. The implication 'we should let him be, lest we too suffer under his cruel hands like the Wen soldiers' was left hanging in the air.
"Shut up."
The youngling cowered at the cold fury in his Sect Leader's voice. Even though his glower was directed towards the retreating figure, it was evident that he had decoded the hidden meaning behind his subordinate's words and was already intending to take a harsh disciplinary action against him once the whole fiasco with Wei Wuxian was over.
Jiang Cheng was an extremely stubborn man. He could never hold onto forgiveness and sympathy as his sister. Anger and hatred came to him easily than any other positive emotions. Despite his mother breathing down his neck and constantly berating his inability to surpass Wei Wuxian, and his father being quite distant towards him but getting well along with his martial brother, his childhood was a more or less prerogative. He was served only the best, he received only the best, and he was looked upon with great expectation and awe from the netizens. Nobody questioned his needs, they simply gave him what he desired. It was a privilege all Young Masters of noble families and Sects got. By no means was Jiang Cheng an exception either. His demands had never been squashed down and ignored.
Which is why, Wei Wuxian's rejection had landed a brutal punch to his colossal pride. It was one thing to be turned down by all the women whom he was matched with, and later one be blacklisted by every single one of them. He knew his requirements for his partner were... a bit much, but those women weren't Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian was his to possess, A-Niang had made sure of that.
'No' had never been an option for the other man.
Jiang Cheng exhaled harshly. He was not going to allow Wei Wuxian to have things his way. Wei Wuxian was a member of the Jiang Sect, a subordinate loyally following orders without question. The promise of 'Twin Prides' and 'eternal servitude' echoed in his ears as he speeded towards the man in black and red, ignoring the shouts and alarmed cries of the disciples begging him to stop, to not provoke a wary beast at its initial stage of spleen.
Jiang Cheng sneered. Cowards, all of them. He was going to have to increase their training hours. Not just combat but also on controlling irrational fear of the lower specimen like Wei Wuxian or his 'army' of Wen-dogs.
Sandu was unsheathed fully, the silver blade a bright glimmer in contrast to the darkened skies as he lunged at Wei Wuxian, intending to cleave him neatly into half and leave his broken and bleeding body lying on the black earth. He had nearly reached his former Shixiong, when it happened too suddenly for even his heightened senses to notice.
Wei Wuxian hadn't even lifted a finger, and yet, Jiang Cheng found himself sprawled on the ground, ten feet away from his gaping disciples, thirty meters behind his target, and an excruciating pain shooting all over his body. His vision wavered, flickering and blurring at the edges like a dying flame. He wheezed out a dry cough, his throat constricting painfully. Something wet dribbled down his chin, and Jiang Cheng faintly registered the coppery taste of iron in his mouth.
Oh. Oh, that was bad. That was his blood—he needed to get up now. He needed to do something about Wei Wuxian now. But, the throbbing in his skull grew, and it was so very unbearable, and—
The last thing Jiang Cheng sensed was the rapid sound of footsteps and panicked voices, all warped in a discordant note.
A/N: And the next thing everyone knew, Wei Wuxian had cast a powerful barrier around the perimeters of the Burial Mounds, forbidding entry for those cultivators forcibly trying to get inside the small settlement and cause troubles for the settlers there. As it turns out, no one succeeded in getting through, at least not before having to encounter a horde of fierce corpses guarding the entrance.While everyone was panicking about what to do or how to deal with this complicated situation, Wei Wuxian and his new family were growing a small farm of vegetables (which, unfortunately, did not include potatoes, much to Wei Wuxian's chagrin).
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admirableadmiranda · 2 years
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"when you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)✨💝"
Thank you @kelssiel @ashayatreldai @iruze for sending me this, my apologies for how long this took.
1. My creativity, I love to make and bring things to life that wouldn't exist without me, whether it's writing or baking or drawing. I don't have to be good at it, I just have to do it.
2. My kindness. In a world where I could have been many things, I chose to be kind and I never regret it.
3. My singing voice. I love to sing so much and I like to hear myself singing.
4. My need to have physical tangible things. I want to own the books and hold them in my hands. I want to put in the movie disc in the player. I want to look at the pictures on my wall. I want to always have access to the things that bring me joy.
5. My saucy attitude. I like being sassy and silly with people, making them laugh. I refuse to be held down by expectations of being demure and quiet just because I have a soft face and I can't hear. I like being kind and sweet, I just also like telling off people when the moment is right.
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koinodancesite · 3 years
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“Renai Destiny ~Honne Wo Ronjitai~”
Released: March 31, 2021
Featured in: 16th ~That’s J-pop~
Members: Akane Haga, Ayumi Ishida, Chisaki Morito, Erina Ikuta, Homare Okamura, Kaede Kaga, Maria Makino, Masaki Sato, Mei Yamazaki, Miki Nonaka, Mizuki Fukumura, Reina Yokoyama, Rio Kitagawa, Sakura Oda 
An exciting selection in recent Morning Musume live sets has been the inclusion of “Koko Ni Iruze!” Though it was released during the Golden era, still the group’s most widely celebrated period by the public at large, more titles from that time rank higher in popularity, so the decision to feature it in their festival sets reads like a salvaging of an old favorite. It even seems purposeful as they slot it as the show closer. The gesture especially left a mark on me at last year’s Hina Fes during the first weeks of worldwide quarantine, the group’s lyrics “spread the wings of love / I’m here, I’ll scream it right here right now” echoing as they exit the stage. 
I wonder if “Koko Ni Iruze!” was on the mind of Tsunku when he was writing “Renai Destiny ~Honne Wo Ronjitai~.” He has shared that the music in the group’s new album 16th ~That’s J-Pop~ was ready even before their Rock’in Japan 2019 set, where I first saw that they brought the Golden era single back into their repertoire. But that rock swing calls to mind “Koko Ni Iruze!” and nostalgia punches through even harder as it arrives after an intense synth intro. The song teases yet another EDM cut in the vein of their output from their last few years only to reveal an entirely different track that harkens back to another period.
The tone of their lyrics, too, reflect more of the optimistic attitude heard in the Golden era. “Don’t give up / it’s still a bit too early / look, they even look like / they want to give up / now’s the time to get over this hump / the chance to step outside the lines,” they sing. They cheerfully advise as though we have nothing to lose by trying, and they go on as if admitting defeat is a ridiculous idea especially with so much potential still left unfulfilled. Morning Musume only see possibility and the room to do better.
The group’s outlook remains bright enough in “Renai Destiny” for them to deliver their more conflicting moments with the same inspiring aura. Even when they sing about an overwhelming clash of emotions, it reads like a necessary step to become the better version of themselves. “This sorrow / this passion overflowing from my heart / or this feeling of doubt / can I rise above it?” They wonder, but it’s immediately followed by powerful clarity delivered in the chorus, bursting with blinding synths and thrashing drum beats. Their lack of understanding ends up being the very key to realizing the mission stated in the subtitle: “I want to debate what’s true.”
All that said, “Renai Destiny” is not so much a revival of the past than it is an update of ideas by building off of the highs of different eras. The early Numeral era, particularly “Oh My Wish!” and its desire to improve, is equally represented in the song as much as “Koko Ni Iruze!” By shedding the shadows of doubt looming in the former and straightening the posture of the latter, you can argue it has become the best of worlds. The center of this Venn diagram is where you can find one of the most memorable lyric of the track: “zenbu yattarou / zenbu yattare,” or “watch me do everything / I’ll do everything.” They drop their formalism to reveal a truer language, like this is for real now. Morning Musume is ready to tackle the unknown in “Renai Destiny,” and they sound invincible as they face the challenges.
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gywin97 · 4 years
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Hey there! I want to start my path and get more involved in the Norse paganism ,but I'm not sure where to start,do you have any tips, or directions?
*teacher mode activated* Do I-?
Ok, first things first, a disclaimer;  I don’t care what you heard online, what you heard from some asshole on Reddit; the Norse Gods are not and never will be white nationalist figureheads. For fucks sake, Asgard is a muti-cultural society, dont believe any of that bullshit. If you find any websites or people who start to use Odin or the Runes for nationalism, leave. 
Besides that, the norse Gods are one of the most diverse pantheon’s you can worship. We don’t have as many gods as the Greeks or Romans, but it’s a pretty diverse cast.
To start, it’s good to ask yourself what you want from you’re gods. Are you looking for personal strength from Thor? Courage from Tyr? Cunning and humor from Loki? A warm, motherly figure from Freyya or kindness and protection from Freyr?  
Get a basic image, maybe write some stuff down. Step 2: research. Try finding quick summaries of the Gods to start, and get a idea of which god or goddess might fit you best. That gives you a good starting point. 
After that, it gets more spiritual. Most people begin by praying to their chosen gods and asking them to come into their life. If i’m honest, throw away the idea  of some solemn, formal ceremony, and keep it simple and personal. Maybe light a candle or incense, perhaps give a small offering, but the main purpose is greeting and getting to know your god. 
(alcohol, sweets, food, or even flowers can be a good starting point for offerings) 
If you have a alter already, add something that reminds you of your god, something to represent them. 
After you make contact with your gods, what you do next is really up to you! There are some set Holidays - you can google the norse Calendar - but other than that, Paganism is person. Sorry to sound mushy, but it’s sorta a ‘follow your heart’ scenario. You’re god can talk to you, show you signs and offer help. Just make sure you show them proper respect, thank them for their help and give offerings and prayers as thanks. Trust the force, young Padawan. 
Oh, and learn some Runes and their meanings. They’re incredibly useful for praying, speaking to your gods, and feeling like a proper pagan. They can also be used as Sigils, sort of mini, quick-cast spells. For example, when I was in Cadets, i used to use Iruz - Strength - before sparing matches, such as drawing it on my arm or wearing a pendent. 
Runes can also be ‘tossed’ for hints on the future, sort of like Tarot cards. Just make you’re own to start - find some pebbles or pieces of wood, write the Runes, viola!
I hope that’s a good starting point! Message me again if you have anymore questions or just want to talk!
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rosethornewrites · 2 years
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Sunday T & G reading
The usual
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Teen:
my pain is my own, by dystopiandreamgrrrl
Its raining in Gusu. Wei Wuxian is in pain from a past injury. He confides in Lan Wangji about his fall into the burial mounds. Lan Wangji helps his husband feel better.
make your good love known to me (tell me 'bout your day), by glitteringmoonlight
In the soft light of the Jingshi, Wei Ying glows. He is ethereal, alluring, stunning, utterly enchanting, and Lan Wangji delights in his very existence. He is utterly, devastatingly beautiful, and Lan Wangji is helpless at the sight of him. Everything Wei Ying does— tilting his head, biting his lip, twirling the brush in his hands absently— captivates Lan Wangji. He would be content to spend an entire night like this, entire days even, simply extolling Wei Ying’s virtues in his own mind.
When Wei Ying finally lifts his head up and catches sight of Lan Wangji, his eyes sparkle with mirth. Setting down his brush carefully, he smiles coyly and tilts his head, resting his cheek on his palm. “What has caught the esteemed Hanguang-jun’s attention, I wonder,” he teases. “I can feel the weight of his gaze from over here!”
In which Lan Wangji is overcome with love for his husband
Attempt the Impawsible, by cl410
A ridiculous thought occurred to Lan Zhan.
“...Wei Ying?”
At his feet, the cat responded with an emphatic trilling noise and a little hop of excitement.
Anyone who spent a prolonged amount of time with Wei Ying also found themselves regularly staring absurdity in the face. Lan Zhan had come to expect it, really, and very few things truly surprised him anymore.
This, though… this was a new one.
Forehead Kisses, by Thedivinewriter_20
Really the work is too short for a summary. Any summary I write will just give it away so...
General:
Magnolia, by iruze
In hindsight, Lan Wangji hadn't meant to drop the letter.
A Giggly Bday, by otomiyatickles
Wei WuXian spends a birthday full of laughter with his loved ones.
Rain-soaked, by Mischief0managed
Wei Ying and Lan Zhan spend a day enjoying the rain and reminiscing the past.
Musically Inclined, by Mischief0managed
Wei Ying bumps into a handsome stranger at the local music shop. That's about it.
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iruze · 2 years
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rhythm of a smile
I wrote this in honor of LWJ’s birthday! Also, read on Ao3.
Summary: The spectators watch in awe and fear as YunmengJiang's Head Disciple fearlessly meets Second Young Master Lan's sword head-on.
Their forms dance gracefully across the field—purple and white robes blurring in the bright glow of the afternoon sky. The thrust of a pale, snow-white sword is deflected by a gleaming silver blade. Sparks fly as the metals collide against each other in a rare display of equal skill and strength. Purplish grey eyes reflect in golden orbs, gleaming with promises of challenge, vigor and elation. Around them the world traps itself in an abyss of tranquility, setting up a temporary residence of an isolated utopia for the two teens engaging themselves in a friendly game of swords and stunts.
Spin. Dodge. Hit. Outmaneuver.
It becomes a familiar pattern, one they both have memorized with keen intention. As yet another clash fails to decide the victor, they both leap out of each other's orbit, the sharp talons of cold numbness sinking its claws into their sturdy bones, their hearts barking out a curt order of not veering off each other's presences.
On opposite sides they stand, studying the other's guarded posture and perfect stance that leaves no opening for direct attacks. Their forms do not sway with exhaustion, not even a drop of sweat trails down their unblemished skin! To the spectator's perspective, it is a duel unlike any they have ever been a witness to. It is akin to staring at a realistic painting of two deities, ethereal and divine, untouched by the flawed influence of mortality.
In the timeless realm of their quiet utopia, there exists no one but the two youthful cultivators with flourishing talent and unparalleled intelligence.
It is a rather unique view of vivid colors and contrasting personalities.
Purple and white. Head Disciple of YunmengJiang and Second Young Master of GusuLan. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji.
Wei Ying and Lan Zhan.
The longer they continue this game, the more Lan Wangji realizes that he will never be able to look away from those bright eyes that glimmer with unbridled joy and sparkle with so full of life that his heart squeezes painfully with desperate longing and a fierce desire to never let that smile dim.
He does not understand when and how Wei Wuxian became an integral part of his life; where previously his mind was always occupied by the three-thousand rules their Sect religiously followed, ever since he intercepted Wei Ying from sneaking alcohol into Cloud Recess past curfew, thoughts of the other boy kept on occupying the forefront of his mind. No longer could he sink into meditation in relative peace without Wei Wuxian's melodious laughter ringing pleasantly in his ears.
Even now as they assessed each other, calculating their next move, he could not help but stare at Wei Wuxian's grin, or the way how beams of sunlight filtered from the overcast clouds and painted him in textures of gold, ochre and vermillion, the mist-covered hills on the farthest north serving as a nice backdrop that flawlessly blended with his beautiful form.
This won't do, Lan Wangji wrenches himself violently out of his innocent fantasy. What happened to self-restraint and discipline? What happened to maintaining the image of a prim and proper Lan? What happened to setting an example for the other members of the Sect? Gone and carried away by the rambunctious wind named Wei Wuxian.
"Lan Zhan!" Lan Wangji's feet was implanted firmly on the ground. Hence why, he is able to endure the sudden onslaught of overwhelming strength that crashes against Bichen. He locks gazes with Wei Wuxian, whose smile has faltered, replaced with a look of concern. "You're distracted."
He noticed!
Lan Wangji suddenly wishes for an accidental mishap in the form of of a transportation talisman (no matter how absurd that sounds; he should be more questioning of the fact that whether such talisman has even been invented or not) that will immediately teleport him to the Jingshi and forget all about Wei Wuxian and this (disastrous) duel. Not wanting to embarrass himself any further, he denies through gritted teeth, "Am not."
Wei Wuxian raises a bemused eyebrow. "Are you sure? I know I can't read your expressions well, but anyone observing your face could tell." His frown suddenly disappears, and the usual, charming grin takes its place. His eyes crinkle with a sort of mischief that has Lan Wangji going rigid in dreaded anticipation. Wei Wuxian unrepentantly drops the bomb with his next words.
"Were you thinking about me? That's really sweet."
Lan Wangji's brain screeches to a permanent halt. Blood drains from his face, but his ears turn light pink. His grip on Bichen slackens and Wei Wuxian takes it as a cue to score his victory. With a fluid strike, Bichen goes sailing across the field and lands some five feet away from where the two boys are standing. Lan Wangji feels the cold tip of Wei Wuxian's sword inches away from his throat. He can barely register the sound of the instructor declaring the match's winner, cannot hear the whoops and cheers of the guest disciples as they hurl praises at Wei Wuxian's direction, despite the "no shouting" rule.
No, the only one Lan Wangji can see and feel is Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian, who withdraws his sword and drops into a formal bow. Wei Wuxian, whose beauty undeniably transcends boundaries that not even the loveliest of women could hope to reach. Wei Wuxian, whose smile rivals the sun, and he smells faintly of natural rivers and fresh lotus blossoms. Wei Wuxian, who has not moved away from Lan Wangji, and instead, braves a step forward.
"I won," Wei Wuxian's smile is both cheeky and triumphed. Lan Wangji, still reeling from the unexpected teasing that hit close to the truth, returns the bow.
"So you did. Congratulations." He prays to the ancestors above that Wei Wuxian will leave him alone after this, returning to his friends' company as they await his arrival, words of congratulatory praises dangling at the tip of their tongues. But, Wei Wuxian is not done yet.
"Lan Zhan, you were really amazing, you know? I've never crossed blades with someone who could last against me this long. For a moment, you even had me doubt my own abilities." He admits it so easily and unflinchingly, as if even if their roles were reversed, Wei Wuxian would not care about losing to Lan Wangji at all. How humble.
Lan Wangji's throat feels dry and the rapid beating of his heart unsteadies. Does Wei Ying not realize how his words impact him?
In all his life growing up, Lan Wangji has been continuously soaked in words of approbation and awe. He is most well-known for upholding righteousness and helping those in need without asking for anything in return. By that logic, Wei Wuxian's words should not affect him. But they do, anyway.
Because that's Wei Wuxian who has uttered them, and Lan Wangji...
Unable to bear the adoring look the other boy is giving him, Lan Wangji ignores the voice in his head citing the rule of "running is forbidden in Cloud Recess", and flees.
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iruze · 3 years
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I, You, We [Tankana]
Everything fades away into background noise as their gazes connect. Burgundy eyes meet lilac. The whole area is lit by the combination of a man's smile, reminiscent of the rising sun, face glowing in sheer happiness, and his fiancé, whose peerless beauty outmatched all other women present for the auspicious ceremony.
Overhead, the sky is clear. Rows of lush green pines and a few cherry blossoms stand sturdily on the garden grounds leading to the Shinto shrine where the wedding is taking place.
Spring is in full blossom. Sakura petals cascade down in gentle showers. The atmosphere is alight with bliss, not a single spark of malaise tingling the air.
The newly wed perform the rituals as per the traditions. Throughout the entire procession, never once do they spare a passing glance to anyone other than themselves.
The melodious chirping of the songbirds fill the air as the wedding comes to a halt. Congratulations and well-wishes for a harmonious future are received by the now husband and wife. They take it all with a genial smile, murmuring quiet "thank you’s".
Later that night, splayed out on their matrimonial bed, and locked in a tight embrace, she hears him utter the same phrases, one that he has always left his lips.
A vow of a lifetime, a veiled reassurance for the approaching inevitability. A short-lived happiness that will crumble away in the coming years...
Kanao violently tramples down those depressing thoughts as she further buries her face in the crook of her beloved husband's neck. When the time comes, she will allow herself to grieve.
But for now, Tanjiro is here and he is all that matters at this moment.
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iruze · 2 years
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Holy shit!!!
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iruze · 2 years
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Magnolia
Also on Ao3
"Let's kiss and see where it takes us. Don't you agree so, Er-ge?" Lan Wangji's face burned with red-hot embarrassment at Wei Wuxian's teasing tone. His pink ears detected the rapid drumming of his heartbeat in the quiet of the Library Pavilion. It did not help that the other boy was breaching his privacy, grey eyes sparkling with mischief and hope. So much hope.
"Stop joking." To an outsider, Lan Wangji's voice sounded as if he was deeply offended and scandalized beyond words at the shameless proposal put forward by the Head Disciple of Jiang Sect. However, it was neither of that.
Pure joy built in Lan Wangji's heart. Wei Ying wanted to kiss him. Wei Ying wasn't disgusted by his feelings. Wei Ying, who was now sitting on the desk facing Lan Wangji, awaiting a response.
Wei Ying, who reciprocated his feelings.
Wei Ying, whose eyes started gaining a nervous lit. A restles shift of his posture indicated the gradual diminishment of his initial confidence.
Seeing this, Lan Wangji's chest ached terribly.
Wei Wuxian had always exuded positivity and confidence. He had vast knowledge of talismans and arrays, he was a Master in the field of Six Arts, his swordsmanship was unparalleled, and he was quite intelligent.
Even when Lan Qiren had thrown difficult questions his way, he had answered all of them without a stutter.
But, at this moment, Wei Wuxian looked unsure. Terrified, even. Had he hastened the progress of their new relationship? Had he overwhelmed Lan Zhan with his sudden proposition?
Wei Wuxian might have also picked "misunderstanding Lan Zhan's intentions" if the evidence wasn't sitting a few centimeters away—a carefully folded paper inscribed in Lan Wangji's neat calligraphy, detailing the depth of his hidden feelings for Wei Wuxian, and everything that he loved about the other boy.
It was only a single, unsent love letter out of the dozen others Lan Wangji had written, but anyone could interpret the lyrical phrasing.
Wei Wuxian, who was smarter than most, had figured out not only the meaning behind those words, but also the writer of this letter immediately. It was primarily due to him having spent a long time in the company of the Second Jade, copying rules, and also catching glimpses of the other's handwriting.
In hindsight, Lan Wangji hadn't meant to drop the letter. On that day, he had been particularly furious and thoroughly embarrassed. Wei Wuxian had replaced his poetry book with porn. As a result, he had been exposed to a particular page depicting obscene drawings of two men having sex.
After yelling at Wei Wuxian to get lost, Lan Wangji had picked his belongings and stormed out of the Library Pavilion, failing to take the letter with him.
Later, Wei Wuxian had returned to the Library Pavilion to check on Lan Wangji and apologize for tainting his "pure monk-like soul", when the letter, lying on the desk, had drawn his eye towards it.
Curious, and equally fascinated, Wei Wuxian had opened the letter. The contents in it gave him the biggest shock of his life. For three days, Wei Wuxian battled with this new information and his own feelings regarding his handsome, talented and stoic classmate.
In the end, he steeled his nerves and burst into the Library Pavilion, letter in hand, and unable to resist calling out the name that was always perched on the tip of his tongue.
And now, after having confessed with simple, honeyed words, Wei Wuxian had launched himself into Lan Wangji’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and giving a shy peck to the lips. He pulled after immediately, face burning.
“Ah... this is my first time doing this.” Wei Wuxian looked sheepish. “Lan Wangji leaned forward to listen. Feeling emboldened, Wei Wuxian continued.
“As this is my—no, our first kiss, I want it to be a memorable one. It doesn’t have to be perfect. But I want it to be engraved in my memory forever. I want to remember this day and never forget. I want to remember this day and recall sharing my carefully guarded first with you, Lan-er-gege~”
Lan Wangji’s ears heated but the look on his face was pleased.
“Because,” Wei Wuxian drew forward in anticipation, “it can’t be anyone else. Only you.”
Their lips met softly, the beginning of a tender rhythm. There was no rush, no desperation, no war of tongues. The duo just took their time, tilting their mouths in different angles and exploring each other. They would take the next step whenever Wei Wuxian would feel comfortable.
Wei Wuxian would admit it freely that Lan Wangji was a good kisser. And no, he wasn’t being biased at all. He only spoke the truth.
They reluctantly move away to allow oxygen to enter their lungs. Wei Wuxian was smiling so brightly that the not even the sun’s glare could make up for the brightness illuminating the entire room.
“That wasn’t so bad,” Wei Wuxian grinned. Not wanting to be apart from the beautiful boy, he snuggled into the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck. He felt Lan Wangji’s chest rise and fall.
Lan Zhan was laughing at him!
“Wei Ying is better at this.” Wei Wuxian gasped dramatically, pushing off his lover’s chest to sputter in embarrassment.
“Lan Zhan! Warn me the next time you say something romantic like that! Your Wei Ying’s poor heart can’t handle so much at once!”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji’s mouth quirked upwards slightly, his head bowed. He dove in for another kiss, halting Wei Wuxian’s dramatics. When they broke apart, Lan Wangji’s eyes were crinkled at the corners. He looked at Wei Wuxian with such fondness that not even an accomplished scholar would be able to describe it in poetic words.
Wei Wuxian almost suffered from a cardiac arrest upon sighting that smile. It was too much, ah!
Lan Wangji’s tone was gentle when he spoke next.
“Of course, Wei Ying will be warned the next time, be it a simple gesture of affection, a kiss or danger. But, that would be unnecessary.”
Wei Wuxian did not blink when Lan Wangji pressed their foreheads together, too stunned to react to the silent oath that the other boy uttered next.
“Because I will always be there to protect you.”
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Every breath she took, it felt like her lungs were about to burst out of her chest. Her panting grew harsher, fatigue slowly catching up to her as she locked eyes with the Upper Moon, who was still completely unharmed and smiling emptily in her direction.
"Aw, you poor thing. Why do you struggle so hard, dear, when we can make it easier and less painful for you?" His voice was airy, almost featherlight as if they were old buddies having run into each other after a decade of separation.
Kanae gritted her teeth as she forced her body to move, to attack and lop off his head. But, the injuries and blood loss were preventing her from doing so, sharp bolts of pain shooting through her body. She stood on wobbly legs, hands gripping the hilt of her sword tightly.
"You are quite a determined one, aren't you? I'm sure you will taste quite good. The stronger a woman, the more nutritious their flesh is, the taste equivalent to a grand cuisine prepared by an excellent chef."
His tongue flicked out, licking his lips. Never once did his smile drop.
Kanae took her stance again. It was now or never. As much as she sympathized with demons, her duty as a Pillar came first. This demon had devoured a lot of innocents and he could not be left to roam around freely.
"Breath of Flower, Fifth Form: Peonies of Futility!" Kanae dashed forward, multiple slashes cutting through the demon's defenses. A few hit him, the others met thin air.
Needless to say, Douma did not even need to use his full strength as he successfully avoided her strikes and with a swipe of his fan, she was sent stumbling backwards, coughing out blood as a large, horizontal slash from his metal fan grazed her chest. The cut was deep, blood oozing out of it rapidly, further staining her haori. Breathing became much more difficult than before.
Kanae did not even have to wonder about the damage her ribcage took. There had to be at least five ribs broken by now.
'Don't inhale the air. Don't. Just concentrate on your Total Concentration Breathing and-'  Kanae froze midway through her inner turmoil as Douma materialized right in front of her. She could not believe it. In a moment of weakness she had let her guard down, and now Douma had the upper hand.
"Poor Pillar-chan," he sighed. "You have suffered so much. Don't worry, dear. After this you will we be liberated from all the hardships you had to suffer through. You will be staying with me. From now on, the two of us will be together forever~"
Move! Her instincts screamed, but all Kanae could do was watch in frozen terror as Douma cupped her face between his icy palms and opened his mouth, revealing rows of sharp teeth, ready to devour her completely and leave behind nothing of her remains.
Kanae closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face at the complete helplessness of being unable to fight back. She was going to die and her last memory before death would be that of agonizing pain as sharp fangs were buried into her soft skin. She cried for her sisters, Shinobu and Kanao, as they would be left alone grieving her death. She cried for Douma, a miserable, pitiful creature who was turned into a demon against his will.
The foul stench of his breath hit her nostrils with full force. Kanae gagged as she waited for the inevitable.
It never came.
One second she was nearing death's door, and the next thing she knew, the icy palms on her face were gone. She was pulled back by an unknown force, a loud crash and the sound of several bones breaking rang in her ears.
She gasped, only to come face-to-face with a pale back with blue markings, pink hair, and a firm but gentle grip on her slender wrist. She blinked at her savior.
Who?
"Douma," the voice was surprisingly young, but it was impossible not to notice the sheer disgust and hatred lacing the tone of 'whatever-his-name-was'.
"Ah, Akaza-dono. This is quite a surprise. What brings you here?" Kanae turned to face where Douma's voice was coming from. There was a large depression on the wall where Akaza had probably punched the rainbow-eyed demon. The left side of Douma's face began to regenerate at a rapid pace as he blinked owlishly at Akaza with a wide, surprised smile that further served to irk the younger demon.
"I was passing by," Akaza greeted, practically spitting out the words with forced calmness. Douma made a sound of exclamation as if he understood how Akaza even got there in the first place.
"That doesn't answer why you interrupted from having my fill, Akaza-dono. Clearly you know not to disturb others when they are trying to eat in peace, don't you? I knew you were rude, but never thought you would cross the boundary."
"Douma." Akaza was nearly seething by now. Kanae worried over his blood pressure. She had already figured it out by now that Akaza was a demon, and if he knew Douma, then he had to be an Upper Moon as well. No ordinary demon had that much strength to actually land a hit on Upper Moon Two. Akaza was a demon, but seriously this much anger was bad for his health.
(Yeah, let's disregard the fact that demons don't get ill. But, that was how Kanae was. Her sympathy towards demons was just that much.)
"You are disgusting."
"Eh?" Douma blinked, clearly not having expected that level of harshness coming from the rosette demon.
"Leave at this instant. Now."
"But, Akaza-dono -"
"I said." A step forward. "Leave now. Or I will tear you limb by limb and throw your carcasses out into the sun."
A sigh. "Akaza-dono, if you really wanted to eat her, then you could have just said so. She's a Pillar, you know? And a very strong one. I wouldn't mind sharing."
As the sentence was completed, Akaza's fist collided with Douma's face, the latter's head getting detached from the body and flying meters away from where they stood. Kanae gaped at the sight. What in the world...?!
Akaza growled out, "I. Don't. Eat. Women. Is your memory that terrible? You should know about it by now."
He doesn't? Kanae could not even understand how things went from worst to bizarre in a few seconds. Was this demon lying or was he telling the truth? A small part of Kanae, that foolish little part, hoped that it was true.
It wasn't really the best discovery, but a demon who refused to attack or eat women was a first. Maybe, maybe, this demon still had little humanity left in his cold, dead heart. Maybe, he could still be redeemed...
"Ah, youngsters these days are so rude," Douma's headless body reattached the head as Akaza took a protective stance before Kanae, ready to fight tooth and nail to save the Flower Pillar from falling into Douma's clutches.
"Fine, fine." Douma was still smiling but it was nowhere as big as his earlier smiles. "She is all yours, Akaza-dono." The demon turned to stare at the horizon as the sun began to rise slowly.
Dawn was approaching.
"Pillar-chan, you're quite lucky that Akaza-dono came to your rescue. But next time, luck won't be on your side. I look forward to our next meeting. Bye then!" And with that Douma was gone, leaving behind absolutely no traces of whereabouts.
For a few seconds, the only sound that echoed through the tense atmosphere was the chirping of the birds. Once he was sure that Douma was gone for good, Akaza turned his gaze towards Kanae. The kanji for 'three' reflected in his blue sclera.
Kanae would be lying if she didn't say she found the Upper Moon Three's eyes more captivating than Douma's. Maybe she was a bit biased, given that Akaza had just saved her life.
The staring contest was broken by Akaza as he turned his gaze away, scowling as the first rays of the sun began to touch the dark skies. He prepared to leave, but not before sparing her a backward glance and nodding his head in what could be called as a 'farewell'. Kanae never got the chance to even thank the demon for giving her the chance to be able to see the next sunrise, to get another chance to see her family and comrades before he vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but fragments of tiny snowflakes in his wake.
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Omg did you write this fic?
Yeah :)
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🎶 and 🙅‍♀️ for the ask please!
Thanks for the ask, Cor-jie!
🎶 What music do you listen to when you write?
Hmm.... I normally don't listen to music while writing a fic. It's distracting. But sometimes I do listen to soothing music (like the bamboo water fountain)
🙅‍♀️ What is the one trope you refuse to write?
There are a lot of tropes that I'm not comfortable with writing, but I'll definitely not write a fic with the 'cheating trope'. Nope. Never.
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“Dokyuu No Go Sign”
Coupled with “Jamashinaide Here We Go!” and “Wakaindashi!”
Release date: Oct. 4, 2017
Oricon Weekly placement: 2nd
Members: Akane Haga, Ayumi Ishida, Chisaki Morito, Erina Ikuta, Haruka Kudo, Haruna Iikubo, Haruna Ogata, Kaede Kaga, Maria Makino, Masaki Sato, Miki Nonaka, Mizuki Fukumura, Reina Yokoyama, Sakura Oda
Morning Musume tend to approach rock as a tool to drum up a powerful feeling of optimism. Just take an excerpt of the chorus of “Maji De Suka Suka,” the group’s last single to interact with rock before fully diving into EDM: “Positive, no matter when.” “Dokyuu No Go Sign” is no different. Though it may swap out the sax for screeching synths more familiar to the Numeral era, the live drum set-up and power-pop guitars put the song close in feel to “Koko Ni Iruze!” -- the stylistic precedent of “Maji De Suka Suka” and the group’s first full-on ska-punk single from 2005.
The sax not making a return was a good move as it avoided making any nostalgic flair of their own past explicit and instead aligned the power-pop drive of “Dokyuu No Sign” closer to their modern idol peers. The track also reminds of “Mikan,” another shiny, energetic rock piece that fit well alongside the music introduced by the then-rising AKB franchise. “Dokyuu No Go Sign,” too, sounds like idol-pop with its punchy rock instruments and a synth riff that keeps the song’s energy levels high. The choral breakdown in the bridge also brings to mind Hyadain’s more prog instincts showcased in, say, Momoiro Clover Z’s Fifth Dimension.
I wonder if Ameko Kodama had “Koko Ni Iruze!” in mind while writing the lyrics of “Dokyuu No Go Sign.” The lyrical voice carries the rambunctious spirit of the group’s 2005 single as much as the music. Morning Musume sing about their bright future with a distinctly playful mannerism that feels close to Tsunku’s expression of self-confidence: “Icchauzo! Icchaueyo!” The idols shout their declaration to just go for it as if it’s part tease, part comeback to a childish dare as if they’re responding to someone doubting their abilities.
More than the guitars, the glow of youth powers the exuberant drive of “Dokyuu No Go Sign.” The idols sound especially enlivened, enough to dismiss being self-critical as a waste of energy: “People’s problems are mostly from relationships with other people/ Who do you even want to be rated by anyway,” they sing as if they saw their past self-evaluations as a useless experience for their own happiness. A turn to such an uplifting view of the world might all sound easier said than done, but the group’s self-belief overpowers any doubt even if just for a moment. With cheerful, shiny music behind them, Morning Musume keeps the future feeling hopeful and exciting. 
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