[okay now bear with me, what IF...]
Wen Qing did not expect to be called before Wen Ruohan himself. She had, in fact, largely dared to hope that her uncle had assigned her management of the Yiling Supervisory Office and promptly forgotten that she existed. She could kick herself for mistaking silence for disinterest.
“Dear niece,” said her uncle. She hadn’t seen him face-to-face in a very long time, but he was, of course, unchanged. Wen Qing had treated many of the star disciples of the Wen and its subsidiary clans, and she had never met a cultivator as powerful as her uncle, though she’d heard rumors of juniors of other clans-- the Lan especially-- that might someday put him to shame. “I have been familiarizing myself with your work.”
Her stomach ran cold. “This one is honored. My work cannot merit the attention of a leader as busy as you, uncle.”
“And yet it has,” he replied. “Indeed, I only regret I did not learn of it sooner. I have been remiss-- you must forgive me. But now is the time to make amends. I offer you the thing I am told every scholar desires: the opportunity to test your theories.”
Wen Qing was grateful for the obvious excuse to bow in order to hide her face. “It is an honor this one does not deserve.”
“And yet you shall have it,” he drawled. “You will work with the Core-Melting Hand. It seems to me we have been wasteful. Why should such promising cores be destroyed-- when they could be put to use to strengthen our cultivators?”
“If uncle will forgive me,” Wen Qing says. “My theory suggests the donor of the core must be willing.”
“I trust in your expertise,” said Wen Ruohan with a smile.
That smile glowed behind Wen Qing’s lids when she closed her eyes. She couldn’t help but feel like a jinx-- she thought of the talented young Lan cultivators, and here was perhaps the most promising of them all: Zewu-jun, the heir himself, seized after months in hiding attempting to reach the Unclean Realm. As her hands hovered over him, she couldn’t help but feel somehow that this was wrong, that it was never meant to happen. She thought bitterly of her pride in never having killed anyone. Well, she thought. He won’t die. And if she didn’t do it, Wen Zhuliu would just crush his core anyway. Maybe if it was just removed, someday it could be put back.
“Let’s begin,” she said.
Those words were the last thing she remembered. When she came to, the room was in rubble and Lan Xichen was gone.
On the other hand, when Lan Xichen came to, it was in a cool, airy room that made him think first that he was back in Cloud Recesses and then, because that was impossible, that he might be dreaming. But his whole body ached in a way felt all too real. A man he’d never seen in teal robes that did not belong to any sect he knew of sat beside his bed.
“Zhangmen-shixiong,” he said, his face half-hidden behind his fan. “This is quite the role reversal. I really can’t approve.”
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Hi
I absolutely love your writing and your blog on Tumblr.
I am not sure if I remember incorrectly, but were you writing a Gale X Tav fic? I thought I remembered reading it in one of your answers to an ask. But honestly I could have just dreamed it too 🙈
Just curious, please take your time if you are writing it, and if you aren't, well that is also completely fine.
Thanks for being such a great writer. Your updates are the highlight of the day.
Hey anon!
I am writing a Gale fic! It's Gale x Dark Urge, (or to put it more specific, an amputee Gale who is rescued from his portal after his hand is cut off... x Dark Urge).
I currently have one chapter drafted! I tend not to post fics until I have at least two chapters under my belt bc I know that can be an unrewarding experience for readers. I'm also still only in Act 1 of my Durge playthrough (Grymforge my beloathed) so it will be a slow one but it is a project which I have outlined and hope to add to my BG3 stuff this year!
Thanks for being interested! I have started to hint at it as my Durge gets more fleshed out bc she was a bit of a blank slate to begin with.
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im just gonna quietly do a lil dance because after getting a good chunk of the way into my mushroom book and going back to look at identifying photos i took i am almost completely confident that i identified one!!! and jesus fucking christ. wow. mushrooms are hard.
anyways here it is
I am almost completely sure that it is a.......drumroll. xeromphalina campanella!!! decurrent gills, striate when wet (which it was), slightly depressed cap in the center when mature and bell shaped when young (i have another pic of a baby one). no annulus. the stems and colour kept throwing me off and i thought it mightve been a mycena because of the cross veining (im new to this and just learning all the categories sh) but stems of this one are exactly right! yellow near the top and dark reddish brown at the base. growing on dead logs, in north america, in cold/temperate weather in the late summer/early fall, which is when i took these. it wouldve been cool to confirm with a spore print but. yknow. this was weeks ago. rip.
if i did a spore print i could confirm it was X. campanella and not the lookalike of X. kauffmani which is nearly the same except it has a 'slightly elliptical spore print', and grows on hardwood instead of conifer. unfortunately i dont know shit about trees so uh. shrug.
anyways. no read more for this because i am riding an insanely strong high of succesfully finding the tiny fucking niche this random mushroom fits into and i need to share it with the world
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Holy shit this is the weirdest take on Princess Charlotte’s death ever? Is that Prinny honking into a hankie?
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got a chest infection but at least i can watch critical role live this week so it balances out lmao
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figured out how to use the queue awww yeah im so cool
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dont' you have a tag that's like 'like is easier when i forget calum is hot' or smth because. i think about that every time i see a new picture of him. it's so true. life sucks now -taylor
i certainly do!! that tag came to life because i saw a picture of calum that just felt like a punch in the face, and that’s really how it always is with him uh?
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