#jc can and will assign them

[mediocretosubpar-soup]

Fun idea:

Wei Wuxian gets his own Yunmeng Jiang disciples in disguise squads. This is because one time Jin Ling mentioned that Wei Wuxian was hurt on a night hunt and Jiang Cheng's anxiety levels hit a new peak, so he, in the fashion of people who take their hot iron on vacation, put assigned a squad of Yunmeng Jiang disciples as a protection detail.

YMJ disciple: So you want us to observe Wei Wuxian to study demonic cultivation?

JC (dead serious but also lying through his teeth): Absolutely, WWX is the foremost expert but he'll never tell us his secrets. It is of utmost important that he remain alive and well, so we can study him to ensure we are prepared for new demonic cultivation inventions.

YMJ disciple (not buying this for a second but willing to give the SL some face: Sounds legit.

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A few months into the assignment.

YMJ disciple A (distressed) about WWX: He totally knows!

YMJ disciple B: He knows nothing.

YMJ disciple C: I've been a random rogue cultivator, a helpful villager and then a conveniently wandering monk on the same night hunt. That man can't remember faces for shit.

#mdzs #jiang cheng #ideas that i like to rotate in my head #yunmeng jiang sect #in the spirit of that post comparing jiang cheng to a herding dog #jiang cheng and his herding tendencies #wei wuxian #how long until ymj disciples run a challenge #on how dumb their disguises can get before wwx notices? #lwj is a whole 'nother game #jc can and will assign them #remedial lessons on diplomacy #he will not have a repeat of ... #still if lwj ever crosses the line by insulting jc #all bets are off

[shelbgrey]

Hello 👋

If you’re still talking requests, Can I request 16 and 21 for Egon Spengler please ?

Hold on, I love you (Egon spengler)

Paring: Egon spengler x Fem!Reader

Summary: Egon and y/n have never had the guts to admit their feelings in fear of ruining the friendship that's dear to them, but why dose it take an accident during a call for him to tell y/n he loves her.

A/n: jeez, I write one original flash-fic in my creative writing class and I re-enter my Angst era. This is lossly based off one of my assignments in creative writing. And this is way longer than I anticipated, I just sorta blacked out and had this, the beginning sucks but it gets better, I promise.

Prompts:

1.6) “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” - “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

2.1) “i love you in every universe”

MasterList

Egon was a man of little words most of the time, it never bothered him or his friends. That was until y/n showed up, she was the younger cousin of Peter Venkman. Unlike her older cousin she was very soft spoken, happy, and the kindest person any of the Ghostbusters ever met. She also knew a butt load of supernatural stuff so there was no question about it when she joined the team.

When she joined she was immediately welcomed with open arms and it was as if she was there from the very beginning, she soon found a best friend in Ray and Winston.

What the team would have never anticipated was the life that she awoke in Egon, the two bonded over science and snacks and soon the two were glued to the hip. Peter had a hay day with that. Egon just seemed more happier and less robotic when she was around. Then it seemed everyone knew they liked each other except the two of them.

They would sneak loving glances at one another and Peter or Winston would always catch them. Then it just became something the team had to ride through, the bet they all set wasn't even fun anymore.

Fast forward to today, it's a normal day at the firehouse. Of course the day starts off with the gentle smiles and glances between y/n and Egon or as Peter puts it 'their mind numbing mating ritual.

Anyway, what the team called normal was not even getting through breakfast before they were called in a case. The call wasn't totally unusual but after y/n did her usual 'Sam Winchester' research hour they anticipated the poltergeist isn't like anything they dealt with before, sure poltergeists weren't unusual but this one might be more powerful and be classified as a vengeful spirit.

The call was from a real estate company. They were trying to sell an old mansion just outside of New York but when they went to clean and remodel they ran into the poltergeist. They were apparently threatened with a lawsuit if they didn't get rid of the ghost.

~~~~~~~~(1st pov)~~~~~~~~

“this poltergeist is a lot more powerful than what we dealt with before so be careful everyone…” Egon said climbing out of Ecto-1, Peter clapped his hands together and rubbed them together like a villain would in a poorly made cartoon. “ooh, I like them feisty”

I rolled my eyes as I let a chuckle slip past my lips “and please for the love of God don't tease the ghost” I said unloading my protonpack.

Peter slapped his hand over his heart, acting offended. “Miss. L/n, how dare you accuse me of such accusations… I Do not do that”

“oh yeah, remember what happened last call?” Winston said.

“yeah, like when you said you were gonna pretend to be a priest” I said with my fist on my hip.

“and quoted the exorcist a dozen times” Ray added.

“not my fault Casper didn't want to talk about JC”

Peter walked in front of us and stared down the dark hallway “don't piss the ghost off too much pete” I mumbled as I scanned the area with my EMF meter.

Peter gave me a cheeky grin and turned to the back of the dark room. “Oh, boy!” he hollered. “I'm sooo lost, I hope there isn't some ancient supernatural poltergeist that could possibly gobble my sexy body here”

“really?” Winston asked with a crooked eyebrow.

“it amazes me you have a wife” I added with a chuckle as Egon strung some kinda trip wire, It would act similar to a salt circle.

The dark Hallway rumbled and hissed. Peter smirked again. “Come on Honey, don't be shy!” The pitch black hallway rumbled and shook as the poltergeist charged forward, it stood ten feet tall and had a black hooded-roab that covered its unnatural form. It also had four red eyes and sharp claws. When is snarled you cold see dozens of sharp teeth covered in saliva and blood.

The poltergeist tried to charge at Peter with its claws but it was whipped back due to the proton-line Egon set up. Peter snorted and covered his laugh with his hand as the poltergeist floated around angry.

“Change of plans honey, you ain't snakin' on me” Peter joked then looked over his shoulder at us. “I'm just too handsome to be eaten”

Before he could turn back around the poltergeist coughed up a chunk of slime, Peter quickly dodged it, preventing days of scrubbing slime out of his hair. “ha, not today sucker!”

Peter started laughing, the rest of us just rolled our eyes and turned on the protonpack. “stay behind us,” Egon said to me. I rolled my eyes, I knew he was just trying to protect me(along with the rest of the boys) but it got annoying sometimes.

“Peter, just release the line,” Winston said, pointing his gun towards the poltergeist.

Peter nodded as his laughter died down. “Okay, okay, look alive soldiers!”

Peter and Winston quickly got their proton streams knotted around the poltergeist with a perfect ame. The poltergeist shrieked and yelled as it lunged at Ray, baring its bloody teeth. Ray quickly dodges the hit, as he falls on his back he turns the gun to full power.

Peter started singing 'why can't we be friends' under his breath while he leaned back, trying to control the poltergeist's movement. “Almost got it” Winston added with a grunt as he and Egon shielded the way that led to my direction, I quickly turned mine. Now all five streams were tangled on the poltergeist.

“N/n, get the trap!” Winston shouted, I turned my gun off and went after it. I got it and sat on the ground before sliding it on the ground to the boys.

Just seconds later the poltergeist breaks free from the stream and rushes towards Ray and Peter, they both immediately ducked, making the poltergeist miss them. Ray jumped back to his feet and pulled out one of the hand held proton guns and shot the poltergeist as it charged towards my direction.

The poltergeist shrieks and flies around like the Tasmanian devil. It pushes through the pain and lunges out of the stream before charging at me, claws bared. I pulled out the same gun Ray used, before I could pull the trigger the poltergeist’s huge claws slash down missing me just by a hair after I quickly dodged it. The poltergeist swang again and this time it left four brutal gashes from my right breast down to my stomach, these scratches were deep and painful, it made me gag. I felt the blood leak out at a thicker pace, the nauseating pain shouts through my entire anatomy. The sight of four diagonal gashes on my jumpsuit nearly knocks me over in a fit of panic.

“y/n!” I heard Egon shout, I coughed due to the taste of blood and felt my knees buckle. Before I could hit the broken tile floor Egon caught me.

“OVER HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Peter shouted, the poltergeist wiped around with a hiss and charged towards Peter and Winston, claws out.

—(3rd pov)---

“Egon” she coughed, she desperately tried to swallow and clear the irony taste of blood on her tongue. Egon felt her gentle hands weakly cling to him as he sank to the ground, he fell to his knees and held her in his lap. Egon felt his throat constrict, every organ in his stomach twist and turned, he was unable to breathe as he stared at her battered body.

“she's loosing too much blood, control the bleeding” his mind races. There's so much blood and she's dying, no he couldn't think like that.

The poltergeist turns its attention to Peter in the distance, as Egon puts pressure on her cuts. His panic only ensues as the blood wouldn't let up, his freezes as she locks eyes with him.

“Egon…” she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, it limply slid down smearing a red hand print on his cheek.

“Shh… Just stay with me, please” he said, stumbling over his words as he ripped the fabric of your pants leg to keep the blood from flowing out of the wounds.

The blood kept flowing and this time he didn't know what to do, he was now absolutely immobilized with fear.

“Ray!” Egon shouts. “Ray, help me!” Ray whips around, his eyes widened as he sees his best friend bleeding out in Egon's arms. Ray sprints over to them and drops to his knees. “Oh God, y-you're gonna be okay N/n, okay” He said placing his hand on her cheek then quickly grabbing the first-aid kit that was strapped to his proton pack, they added it years ago after Peter almost got castrated by class IV spirit.

Ray quickly tears open a package of gause with his teeth and places it over her chest. “Okay, I'm gonna lift her up and you need to wrap her. '' Ray looked up and saw Egon trembling and not moving, Ray pushed his shoulder while he fought his own tears. “Egon! She needs you right now”

Egon quickly shook his head and fumbled with the med-tape, Ray gently lifted her torso up while her arms limply held on to his neck. Egon tries desperately to concentrate enough as he wraps med-tape around her torso tightly.

Ray looked up, shaking his head desperately. “W-we need to call 911, this isn't gonna help her”

“Hey, Darling, I need you to stay with us. Stay with me,” His voice quivers with fear as he tightens the wrap on her chest, after he was done Ray gently layed her back in Egon's lap. “You’re gonna be alright. Just keep breathing.”

The three are drenched in her blood, Egon looks down and gulps when he sees that his hands are nothing but pure red from her blood. Everything Is drenched in her blood, Ray's jumpsuit, Egon's entire body, everything was just red.

In the distance, Peter and Winston are fighting the poltergeist. Winston stepped back and whipped the stream back to try and weaken the ghost, for a split second Winston wondered where the rest of his team was. He made the mistake and looked back.

“Y/N!” he shouted in anguish. Just out of instinct and pure love for the girl he dropped the stream and ran to her.

“oh my god” he placed his hand over his mouth when he saw all the blood. His stomach couldn't take it and he turned away and vomited out everything he had in his stomach.

“Winston, get on the radio and call for an ambulance” Ray said in a shaky voice, Winston wiped his mouth and ran out to Ecto-1. You could hear his voice from the distance and as he barked orders with a shaky voice. He came running back into the building seconds later.

“we got about 30 minutes give or take” Winston said as his nausea came bubbling back at the sight over drenched in red and unresponsive.

“GOD DAMMIT! WHERE ARE IDIOTS DOING!” Peter shouted over the proton stream and the screams of the poltergeist, he was totally unaware of the bloodbath the woman he considered a sister was setting in.

The screams of the poltergeist only got louder but Peter had no problem shouting over them in anger. “WINSTON! QUIT JERKING OFF AND GET OVER HERE!”

Winston did snap out of it and the nausea was replaced by pure rage. “this just got personal you bastard” he was at Peter's side in seconds turning his proton pack back on.

Peter tosses the trap under the area the poltergeist was floating and jerking around.

Their streams knotted around the thrashing ghost, struggling to contain it as Peter avoids looking in there direction, deep down he knew something was wrong but he was too pissed because he was ditched.

“Egon! Guys! Snap out of it, bud! I really need your help here!” Peter and Winston were both drenched in sweat and slime as they started to lose their balance.

“YOU GO STRAIGHT BACK TO HELL YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Winston yelled as his boots started sliding across the concrete.

“Damit! Hang on Winny” Peter said, pulling his arms back but the poltergeist jumped back, pulling harder.

“Goddamnit! Spengler! Ray! get off your asses and help!” Peter shouted, he was still oblivious to what was going on in the distance.

Egon's watery eyes darted up and stared at Peter and Winston. Egon stayed completely still, eyes wide and fearful as his big brain refused to process what Peter was saying.

As Winston ramps up his stream to full power light cast over everything, Peter looked over his shoulder about to yell at Egon and Ray but his words got caught in his throat when the light of the proton stream shined on Egon and Y/n.

“You gotta be shitting me” Peter grunts and slams his foot on the trigger pedal, then yanks the weakened ghost towards the glowing trap. The poltergeist shrieks in pain as it's sucked in and the ghost disappears.

The trap shuts and Winston drops his gun immediately, he runs back to Egon, Ray, and y/n. “Oh God, honey” he whispered as he took her limp hand.

Winston tried to take her into his arms but Egon just shot him a treating look and held her tighter. Peter was still trying to catch his breath, he was dubbed over with his hands on his knees. He breathed in and out until his lungs were ready for him to function correctly, he set up straight and looked towards his team.

He felt nothing but fear and anger when he saw her. His jaw clenched. “DAMIT” He shouts and kicks the trap across the asphalt. It clatters along the ground and crashes into the brick wall, he's lucky it didn't shatter everywhere.

Tears pricked his eyes as he got down on one knee next to Egon, like Winston he reached for the girl. Egon flinched back and held her closer still trying to stop the bleeding. Damn… She's lost so much.

“You touch her, I'll kill you” he said with tears streaming down his face. “this is all my fault” he sobbed into her hair.

For a moment Peter stood there shocked, he's never seen the doctor cry. Hell he's never seen Egon show any type of emotion until y/n showed up into their lives.

Egon only cried harder when the sounds of sirens was heard and ambulance lights flashed through the broken windows.

“We got you Honey” Winston whispered as he, and the other three boys gently lifted her up and met the paramedics outside.

The paramedics drove off seconds later driving like a bat out of hell trying to get to the hospital. When the sirens died down Peter felt his anger bubble over like an over filled boiling pot, hot and aggressive. He turns to

He then turns to Egon and seizes Egon by the lapels of his jumpsuit. Despite the Height difference, Peter was able to harshly slam the taller man into the side of the mansion. Egon winced in pain when his back hit the brick wall. Sure it hurt, but it wasn't as painful as it was to see y/n covered in blood. “What the fuck is your problem?! Huh?! Do you want her to die! Is that what you want!” Peter shouted as he jerked Egon forward and slammed him into the wall again, his glass fell lose hanging down on tip of his nose.

“Peter” Ray croaked out, he was ignored while Peter let out all his anger.

“You love her huh?! Could have fooled me. You just let that damn thing destroy her insides!” he threw a punch this time, Egon fell to the ground as Winston and Ray pulled them away from each other. Egon sinks to the ground. His throat constricts, he's unable to breathe as tonight events flashed in his mind on repeat.

“It's no one's fault!” Ray shouted as he placed his hand on Peter's chest and pushed him backwards. “Tonight was an accident! A terrible, terrible accident!”

“Do you think she would have wanted us to tear each other apart over her?” Winston asked, kneeling down to help Egon up. “I could have happened to any of us”

Peter clenched his fist. “but it's not supposed to happen to her! Our job is not only to get rid of the ghost but to keep her safe too!”

Tears spill down Peter’s face as his rage melts into pure sorrow and he falls to his knees next to Ray. Peter screws his eyes shut as he busts into uncontrollable sobs, Ray put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

After the team got done grieving and losing their shit, they loaded Ecto-1 up. Egon was silently sitting on the curb, back to his usual unemotional self. It killed Ray to see him so blank again, but then again he could see every ounce of pain that Egon was feeling.

Ray came up to egon and smiled softly. “I got a call from one of the nurses, y/n is still in surgery but they have high hopes she'll pull through… she had a blood transfusion too”

Egon didn't say anything, only slightly nodded and picked at the fabric of his jumpsuit. Ray sighed and rubbed his shoulder. “let's get cleaned up and we'll go see her”

Egon didn't move, Ray sighed and tugged him up. “come on buddy”

As Ray lifed egon up a pair of head lights appeared, it was Dana. Ray smiled at her softly as she got out of the car quietly, Oscar was fast asleep on his car seat.

“oh no” she whispered. Ray didn't say anything and told her to take Peter back to their apartment.

Dana silently and gently got Peter in the back seat of her car, he immediately gave Oscar and gentle hug and kiss his forehead. Dana shut the door and pulled Ray and Egon into a tight hug, not caring they were covered in blood and filth.

“get home safe and keep me updated with Y/n” she whispered and kissed Egon on the cheek. She got in the car and took her boys home. Winston sighed and walked over to be with his friends. “everything is loaded up”

Ray sighed and rubbed his forehead, it's been and long night and he never wants to live anything similar to this in the future at any given moment. He gripped Egon's shoulder and the three piled into Ecto-1 without another word, Winston drove since he was the only one who felt 'okay' to drive at the moment.

~at the Firehouse~

When the boys got home they silently put their equipment away and separated, Winston grabed his car keys and started his journey to the hospital while Egon and Ray went upstairs to clean up.

As Egon walked through the pitch black bedroom he couldn't help but brush his fingers over the bed she slept in, it was the nicest in the room, draped in soft blankets and fluffy pillows. It was always made nice and had a panda bear plushie Ray gave her long ago.

Egon let out a tired sigh and continued his journey to the shower room, since their home was an old fire house there was dozen shower heads in the room and they all had privacy cubicles and harsh forlecent lights.

Egon looked down at studyed his curnt state, covered in the blood of the woman he loves, he continues to question himself why he didn't just tell her when he had the chance. Egon agressevelly tries to break free of confines of the jumpsuit, it felt too constricting now. He ripped it off, breaking the zipper in the process.

Egon slames the ruby stained clothing to the bottom of the trash can, jumpsuit and all, and turns on the shower to it's hottest Temperature. After taking off his bent up glasses, he steps in and watches the first layer her blood run off of his body and fall down the drain. He opens his eyes and staired at his hands, the blood was still there. His chest heaves in panic as he scrubbed his hands raw. They were a hint of pink from the blood and so was his chest, he couldn't get the blood off. Dispite the scolding water a shiver went down his spine as he slumped against the cubicle wall.

“the blood…” he croaked out to Ray after he got out of the shower, he stood in front of Ray holding his shaky hands out infront of him. Ray looked up and saw his pink hands and since egon only put a pair of pajama pants on he saw his chest was stained with blood as well. “it won't come off Ray”

Ray didn't know what to say, he stood up and gave him a hug. “you should get some rest” he whispered, Egon flinched out of his arms and looked at Ray like he had three heads. “We're supposed go to the hospital”

Ray took a deep breath. “Egon your exhausted, scared… I promise we'll go in the morning, Winston is in the hospital waiting room as we speak”

Egon didn't protest so Ray went to take his turn in the shower. “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” Egon said softly.

Ray turned around and shrugged, he gave him a serious look and said, “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

Egon nodded soulfully, “I just wish I had the brain capacity to tell her I loved her”

“It's not about brain capacity, but if you ask me y/n loves you for who you are” Ray said as he left to take his shower Egon's eyes trailed back to y/n's bed. The warmth of it and hint of her perfume beckoned him over. He silently crawled under her soft blankets and holds her stuffed bear to his chest. He buried his face into it and let the tears fall freely when her sent fully engolfed him.

He felt so exhausted but couldn't bring himself to go to sleep. Instead, he stares blankly at her night stand. It was small and neatly cluttered, it had small desk lamp she painted flowers on it and copy of The Outsiders and To kill a mockingbird. Next to the novels was a small picture frame that held a photo with all five of them. In the photo they were all standing infront of Ecto-1, y/n was setting on the hood while Ray and Egon set on either side of her. She hand her arms around the both of them while Peter stood next to Ray holding up devil horns and Winston stood next to Egon with his big goofy smile. Those boys ment everything to her.

Even with all the joyful things on her desk he could be looking at, his eyes just stared at the red telaphone was was in the open nightstand drawer, he waited for a call.. A call from anyone to tell him she was okay. He didn't know when he fell asleep, but when his eyes closed they didn't opened back up. When Ray got out of the shower(blood stained like Egon) Egon was fast asleep.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

It was barely 6 o'clock in the morning when Egon woke Ray up so they could go to the hospital. Sun was barely up when Ecto-1 drove down the partly empty street, the city wasn't even awake yet. The car was completely silent, the only sounds was Ray's loud yawns as he silently drove down the street.

Egon just wanted to see you, the hospital probably wasn't even opened yet but that didn't matter. By the time the hospital comes into view, the sky was a mixture of purples and orange as the sun slowly peaked from behind the tall buildings of new York.

The two men were completely ignored when the walked into the hospital, the nurse who was at the front desk let them pass by as she fought to stay awake during her shift. The two men went into the waiting room and saw Winston and Peter fast asleep, they were both in the uncomfortable chairs snoring away. Winston had his arms crossed over his chest and his legs were propped up on the tiny coffee table, Peter had his head tilted back and was using his coat as a blanket.

“I'm gonna find y/n's room” Egon said bluntly and left Ray with the snoring men, Ray sighed and just slumped on the couch that felt like it was made of bricks and plastic, it didn't matter how uncomfortable it was because he was out like a light again.

Egon walked down the quiet hallway, it was deserted and there was no night shifters in sight to kick him out. He didn't relize how nervous he was until his hands touched the door knob of her room, his fingers flinched away as he feared the worst. He didn't want to see her all battered up with wires sticking out of her, he only hope she was just resting peaceful on the other side of the door.

He gently knocked and peaked behind the door, he sighed when he saw her peaceful sleeping with a dopey Black dog plushie. Winston got it for her no doubt. Not wanting to wake her, he silently pulled a chair next to her bed the pulled her cold hand to his lips, he kissed it softly then gently held it.

Y/n shifted softly, the sudden movement make Egon fully alert.

“hi…” she smiled softly, he sighed in relief and rested his forehead on her leg. She tilted her head and gently brushed her cold fingers through his curls, the contact made his wall suddenly crumble. Tears of both gult and relief soaked her blanket. “I'm sorry… S-so sorry”

“Eggie… It's okay… Egon Everything is okay now” she cood. It was the first time ever she's seen him cry and she held no judgment. The only judgment was the one he was pushing on himself. “this is all my fault… I'm sorry”

“it's not your fault Egon…We're both safe now” y/n rested her hand on his cheek and he immediately nuzzled his face closer basking In her touch. His hand rested on top of hers and kissed her palm. “I love you”

The statement took her by surprise, but she wasn't disappointed. Egon didn't know how long she's been waiting to hear that and if she wasn't hurting and looking like a Freddy Kruger victim, she's be jumping into his arms or dancing around.

She smiled and pulled him closer, he got the message and leaned over to her making sure he didn't put any of his wight on her aching body. Their lips brushed up against each and this time there was no interruptions. The kiss was so gentle and held so much passion, he kissed her like it was the last time he'd every be able to do it. He pulled away and rested his forehead on hers.

She smiled softly. “I love you in every universe”

#Egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #Egon spengler imagines #harold ramis #Ghostbusters imagines #Ghostbusters x reader #80s

[ravenpureforever]

random question time! which wwx's relationship do you like the most and why? It could be platonic or romantic, all canons allowed

Thank you for the ask! Oh boy this question is hard, because I like I appreciate so many of his relationships for different reasons that picking just one feels kinda cruel 

I think the biggest tie for me is between JC and LWJ for WWX. 

Wangxian is the rare ship where I genuinely can only see them romantically with each other, like I’m multishipper, I’ll ship literally anything if you have an interesting concept, pretty words or beautiful art, like grab my attention I am yours, except these two, they live in my head rent free and they can only be together because like maybe you lost everything, maybe you can never go back to that blissful youth you once had, but that doesn’t mean you can’t build a new life for yourself and find happiness and all the grief and tragedy does not define you but you still want to help people and you will help people and maybe it isn’t the life you thought you wanted when you were fifteen but it is a wonderful one and you love and you are loved and you are happy and that is enough. Maybe you suffered, maybe you were cruel, maybe the world misread who you are and assigned you a role you did not ask for, but maybe that doesn’t matter because you know who you are, you are still kind, and you have someone who knows and understands you and trusts who you are. You are both also kind of insufferable in your love and get to be annoying too. 

But JC & WWX are my ultimate tragic doomed platonic relationship, my neurotic little freaks who can’t be normal about each other and have zero boundaries, bickering idiots, wanting to go back to your youth except you’ll never be 15 again and you the person who knew the most intimate parts of yourself is now a stranger except you still see the glimmers of the person they used to be, the most brutal variation of you’ll never recover from that kind of devotion, the ultimate capturing  lost youth and having to go down different paths and really depicting what growing up is like sometimes, the viciousness where I am able to hurt you unlike anyone else (regardless if I want to or not), the abusive household codependency of survival, literally carrying a piece of your soul in my chest and making the ultimate sacrifice you never asked for because I couldn’t bare to risk losing you, the hollowness is a symbol of my devotion and the fullness is an omen of our splintering, there is one brain cell being shared like a game of tennis, my pathetic meow meow and beloved blorbo, I genuinely can’t be normal about them. 

I think if I really have to pick between them though, I’ll have to say JC & WWX just by virtue of I don’t like Wangxian fics that mischaracterize or villainize JC, like if he’s featured and isn’t a well-written character (Shanastorytellers' and loosingletters’ fics my absolute beloveds), it really takes me out of the narrative. His depiction and relationship with WWX has a lot of impact on my Wangxian enjoyment, and even in canon my beloved Wangxian gets to develop because of all the Ls this poor guy takes, so congrats JC, you win here! It’s by a literal hair, but JC & WWX platonic relationship, get these boys a reconciliation so they can drink in Lotus Pier and gossip about their kids and people they think are stupid, WWX it will enrich your marriage so much I promise. It’s what *I* deserve.

#mdzs #the untamed #rom-com asks #wangxian #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #lan wangji #cql

[sanjoongie]

Library of Illusions~ Mystery Section

Blue Blood

📚Part Six for the Library Of Illusions Event

📚Pairing: Android! Jongho x Detective! Reader (f)

📚Genre: Fantasy au, Sci-fi au, Detroit become human influenced, coworkers to lovers

📚Warnings: hostage situation, child endangerment, android racism, degradation kink, fingering (f receiving), sex in a public space, dom!jongho, begging, m and f orgasm

📚Word Count: 3,885

📚Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut

📚Summary: for your final test, you are transported to a world where androids and humans live and work together. but you hate androids and one gets assigned to you as your new partner

📚Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland the best beta readers a writer could bribe have

↫The Adventure Section ↭ MasterList ↭Keeper of the Keys↬

You walked past the shelves in the Mystery section, continuously having to take double takes because the books disappeared and reappeared, sometimes in the same place, sometimes in a different place. It made picking a book extremely difficult but you honestly should have expected it with this being the final guardian to defeat before you moved onto the restricted section. 

A hand landed on your shoulder and goosebumps littered your skin. “If you succeed, I can make your greatest dreams come true.” A cheeky kiss on your cheek had your face burning. You didn’t bother to try to catch the entity this time. You knew it wouldn’t reveal itself until it was good and ready.

“Whatever slow burn this is, I’m not here for it,” You denied out loud.

You almost jumped out of your skin when a book flew from the shelf beside you and you caught it quickly with your reflexes. The front showed a bright blue circle and you read the title ‘Detroit Become Human’. 

You opened the book you had caught and watched patiently as the book flew out of your hands. It landed upright with its pages flipping open until it halted and grew to the size of a door. The center for the book was transparent and within you could see a desk and fans on the ceiling. Were you going to be a detective this time? You hesitated to step through, worried that you wouldn’t be able to solve a crime and receive your key.

“Hesitating now wouldn’t show good character,” The entity's voice mocked you.

You frowned and threw up double middle fingers. “And what does it say about a demon who won’t show itself,” You threw right back at him and finally walked through the portal.

You were sitting at a desk, business casual clothes on, a digital badge by your keyboard and a screen that said Detroit Police Department. The name plate said your name with a Detective prefix. You felt tired and cranky and you definitely needed another cup of coffee.

Your lieutenant said your name and beckoned you over. They gestured to a man in a long jacket. "Detective, this is your new partner JC-1012."

The android smiled closed mouth. "Jongho, actually. It's preferable if you refer to me by my name. Studies show--"

You grimaced and rolled your eyes. "A fucking 'Droid, are you kidding me? You couldn't find a human cop?"

Jongho’s eyebrows shot into his fringe, his face quite expressive. "Actually, with human error factored into the equation--"

"I don't care about the fucking math, I care about empathizing with other humans and being able to help them!” You insisted stubbornly.

The android continued his sentence like you didn’t say anything at all. "--androids like myself are 99.9999999--"

You rubbed your hand roughly over your face. "Fuck me, do you ever shut up?"

Your lieutenant crossed his arms over chest. "Detective, this is your new partner whether you like it or not. Our homicide rate for this part of the city is up by 5 whole points and that's not acceptable to the mayor. So he pushed the funding and now you have an android partner. Deal with it."

"Yes, Lieutenant," You said sourly.

You sat back to your desk with a hmph.

"Can you tell me something about yourself, Detective?" Jongho asked, unbuttoning his jacket and sitting down across from you at your "partner's" desk.

You continued working on the report you had been typing up earlier. "Why in the hell would I tell an android something about myself?"

"Well, statistics show--"

You tossed your head back and groaned. "Please!"

"--when you share personal details with your partner--"

"Okay." You stood up and marched over to your sergeant’s desk.

"--that you will bond," Jongho smiled like he was a friendly concierge at a hotel.

"Give me a case," You begged your sergeant.

Your sergeant pushed her glasses up her nose and scanned the screen before them. "There's a murder at the local strip club involving an android and a customer. I want you on all Android involved investigations, Detective."

You smashed your fist against the desk in frustration. "Fine. FINE. Jongho. Let's go."

“No problem, Detective.”

You and Jongho slipped into a squad car and made the drive towards the Eden Club. It was primarily a strip club but members could always pay an extra fee for a private room, which basically equated to a lovebot hotel. You sighed; that was the last place you wanted to go.

“Detective?” Jongho responded to your sigh, “Is there something wrong?”

“Nope, just tired,” You replied to him.

Jongho opened his mouth but his next question was lost when the radio screamed of Code 136: hostage situation. The minute you heard the operator say android, you pulled an illegal u-turn and zoomed to the address. 

“Detective, we already have a case,” Jongho stated.

“I’m aware of that,” You said, your grip on the wheel getting tighter.

Jongho frowned. “Detective, your heart rate--”

“Just shut up, Jongho. We’re going to the damn hostage situation, okay?” You shouted.

The car was completely silent, almost stifling. “Detective?”

“Jongho, I swear to God if you babble one more statistic at me, I will stab you with my pen and see your blue blood run,” You threatened.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d let me talk down the android.”

You tore your gaze from the road to stare at Jongho and then went back to driving. “Why?” You spat out finally.

“I’d like to think I’m the best candidate to talk down a defective unit. I am an android after all,” Jongho supplied.

“I don’t think you can do anything. There’s a human’s life at stake here!” You shouted. 

“I’d like to save the life of both the human and the android, if that’s quite alright with you,” Jongho admitted quietly.

That made you pause. He wanted to save an android? It only made you more grumpy. “Fine, you can be the one to handle the hostage situation. But if I even sense that the situation is taking a turn for the worst, I am the head detective here, and you will listen to my commands.”

“Yes, Detective,” Jongho agreed solemnly.

The hostage situation was a high adrenaline scenario that had you worried every step of the way. The caregiver android of a child of a wealthy citizen was threatening to take them and the child over the building’s rooftop amenities. The child had expressed how hard it was to keep up with their studies and being friendless and the pressures of their parents' expectations and the android had taken the child’s ‘I wish I would just die’ a little too much to heart. Jongho spoke passionately to the android, speaking of how didn’t the android want to watch the child grow up and become an adult themselves, and wouldn’t the caregiver feel pride having been the one to help that development. 

“This is the moment where you decide your own fate!” Jongho said passionately. “Either you release that child or you condemn the both of you.”

The caretaker’s arm tightened around the child, who squealed in fright. Your instincts kicked in, and without saying a word, you began to run and dove for the child. You felt pain before you heard the gunshot behind you. You had managed to grab the child before Jongho shot the android and it fell to its demise to the pavement below.

The entire police department and emergency crew that were on sight lauded you for your quick thinking and no one said a word to Jongho, who had done the most for the case. You wanted to feel right, that you were the human and Jongho was the android. What did Jongho need recognition for? He was just doing his job. But then so were you.

After the emergency crew wrapped up your arm that had been grazed by Jongho’s bullet, the two of you went back to the squad car so that you could write up the report for the hostage situation. You ignored the calls of your sergeant for not taking the case that was assigned to you, and typed up everything you remembered while it was fresh in your memory on the tiny console in the squad car.

“Detective?” Jongho sought to gain your attention.

You tapped on the tiny keys as your windshield wipers lasered the rain from your window. “I have to do this right now Jongho, or the details will change or get hazy. I’m a human after all. I don’t have photographic memory.”

“I need to speak to you about shooting through you,” Jongho persisted.

“It’s not necessary,” You attempted to cut him off.

“It is necessary to explain!” Jongho frowned, “I calculated the angle and the risk, and ran through a great many scenarios, and the one with the best outcome--”

You closed the console softly. “Jongho. I understand.”

Jongho’s mouth snapped shut. “You understand?”

“If you had not shot that android, I might have gone down with the two of them. You did what was best to save the two humans in that scenario.” You sighed heavily. “At the expense of one of your own. I appreciate that,” You admitted gruffly.

You continued your report and the air lessened with its tension but your muscles did not. Your adrenaline had drained from you but you still held yourself stiffly in your seat. “Well--”

“Detective, is there anything I can do for your comfort level? My scanning tells me your muscles are so tight, they must be painful.”

You turned your head slowly in disbelief, “What?”

Jongho’s gaze went from your tailored slacks, up past your button blouse and met your eyes. “I can help you.”

“Help me how, Jongho?”

"Do you know what I was before they sent me to become your partner?" Jongho peeked at you through his eyelashes.

You swallowed but found there was no moisture in your mouth. "Don't tell me you were a lovebot?"

Jongho smiled, gummy and bright. "I was a lovebot," he confirmed.

"Shit," You cursed, "Jongho--"

"Do you know what I still retain from that job?" Jongho interrupted you, "I still have an innate want to please others." Jongho leaned forward. You held yourself very still as he looked you directly in the eyes, face centimeters from your face, and pulled the lever that made your seat lean back. "Let me please you?"

"That is such a breach of conduct," You breathed out in rushed words.

"You are stiff, Detective," Jongho bit down on his lower lip, his voice getting husky, "Let me help you get loose."

Jongho's hand slid down your pants and you didn't stop him. In fact, you spread your legs to give him easier access. A pool of wetness had already formed there, and Jongho smiled knowingly when his fingers met your wetness. "Do you want my fingers, Detective?"

"God, Jongho, stop playing these games," You growled.

"You have to agree to my services. I have to hear you say the words." Jongho's eyes danced with merriment.

"Want your fingers," You mumbled.

Jongho turned his head and cupped his ear. "Hmmm, what's that?"

"I want your fingers inside of me!" You shouted hoarsely.

"Would that please you?" Jongho asked with a cock of his head.

"Please," You whimpered, swallowing what was left of your pride.

"Oh pretty, all you had to do was ask!" Jongho assured you and then plunged one finger inside of you.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your hips thrusted upwards as you were finally filled. Jongho lifted his chin and looked at you through hooded eyes as his finger began to push and tap at the rough spot inside of you. You let out a high whine at the sensation.

"Want more?" Jongho asked in a low voice.

"Please," You murmured again and Jongho pushed a second finger into you. You began to pant at the two fat fingers that were stretching your hole.

"What's wrong, Detective? Why are you so tight and so wet for me? Has no one touched you in a long time? Are you only used to your own fingers fucking this tiny hole?" Jongho tsked you. "That's criminal, pretty, this hole deserves to be pounded into every morning in the sunbeams."

You whined at the imagery of Jongho bending you in half, your feet over his shoulder, as he jackhammered into you with nary a sweat drop as the morning sunlight drifted through some curtains. You should not be imagining such a sweet scene with your android partner, but there it was.

When those two fingers began to fuck you, Jongho's palm anchoring his hand, the lewd squealching noises that came from your cunt was embarrassing. Jongho laughed under his breath. "Aren't you sweet, getting embarrassed over the noise of your pussy taking my fingers so well. I gotta make you cum if you're gonna take my cock, hmmm?" The hum sent shivers down your spine.

"J-jongho, that's too fast--" Your words were cut off as Jongho sped up his pace, mercilessly passing over your g-spot until you came with a strangled cry.

"That's it, pretty, come for me and relax," Jongho talked you through your orgasm and then removed his fingers from under your pants. He wiped them on your thigh and raised an eyebrow at you. "What next, Detective?"

You evened your breathing but your legs were still spread and your underwear was a mess. "We gotta…return…the squad car…"

"We can return the car," Jongho ducked his head in agreement. "Or I can log a breaking and entering we found as we made our way back to the station and I could fuck you in the back of this cop car."

Just how far were you willing to take this? Jongho was offering but didn’t you hate him? But the look in his eyes… didn’t seem as soulless as you had originally perceived. This didn’t seem like a trap either. You just didn’t know anymore.

"Pretty?" Jongho brought your attention back to him. 

“I…”

Jongho tilted his head. “If you’re concerned, I’m offering my services because--”

“Jongho, for once, can I not get one of your default answers,” You said dryly.

Jongho ducked his head, almost a shy motion, completely contradictory towards his recent behavior. “Yes, Detective. Perhaps I am being a little bit greedy but I prefer your reactions to me as I pleasure you, to when we are as partners.”

“You…prefer?” You looked for clarification.

Jongho’s eyebrows furrowed. “You respond to me in an innate way that feels more like a human experience than a human and android experience. I feel that is how I would like our interactions to proceed.”

“You want to feel like I’m treating you like a human and not an android,” You repeated back to him.

Jongho smiled again. “Yes!”

“You were right, earlier,” You admitted, “I haven’t been fucked in a very long time.”

“Won’t go see the lovebots, I assume,” Jongho asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, and with my schedule, it’s hard to date,” You added.

“I can,” Jongho paused to bite down on his lip, somewhat conscientious and not tempting, “I can help you with that, Detective.”

You groaned, unsure if you could say no at this point. What have you turned into??? “Before I regret this…” You opened the backdoor and left the driver’s seat to shuffle into the back of the squad car.

Jongho met you in the back, a small smile pulling at his lips. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Don't gloat or anything, JC-1012."

Jongho pouted at the reference to his model number. "Detective!"

"Yeah, yeah," You said while pulling off your pants and underwear and throwing them to the floor, "You don't want to be treated like an android."

Jongho's attitude changed at the drop of a coin once your messy and wet pussy was out on display. "Pretty, your cunt is calling for me," Jongho hummed.

You felt your nipples tighten at that phrase. "My neglected pussy needs you, Jongho," You whined.

"I can take care of you," Jongho promised. He folded his long jacket properly and tossed it back into the front passenger's seat. Next was his belt and button and zipper to his pants. His forearm muscles bulged as he rolled his sleeves up as well. "I'm going to fuck you so well that your pussy won't be neglected any longer." You let out a desperate noise from the back of your throat and Jongho smiled confidently again. 

If you thought that Jongho was just going to fuck you in the missionary position in the back of the squad car, you were sadly mistaken. Jongho bent you in half, your legs hitting his shoulders and his hips pressed into your ass. Jongho had also been right in making you come beforehand, because the extra wetness made so that his girth eased into you without resistance. However, when you come, you become tighter, so Jongho was all gritted teeth and grunts.

"Fuck, how are you tighter after coming?" Jongho panted, "Were my fingers that good, pretty? Is my dick that good?" You clenched down at his words and he grinned, fierce and ego-fulfilled, "It is me then. I feel honored."

You tossed your arm over your face in embarrassment. "Jongho, please."

Jongho immediately removed your arm from your face. "I want to hear it," He said in a gravelly voice.

You looked at the ceiling and said, "Your dick does this to me."

Jongho pulled back and thrusted into you, making your breath catch in the back of your throat. "What was that?"

"Fuuuuccckkkk, do that again," You begged.

Jongho, out of pure pettiness, kept his hips flush with your ass and raised an eyebrow at you. "Sorry, what was that?"

The corner of your lips turned downwards. "Your dick makes me tight and clench down on you. Please, Jongho, please don't stop."

Jongho shook his head so his fringe moved out of his eyes. "As you wish, pretty."

Jongho gave you harsh thrusts, and long pull outs, enough to give you what you wanted but also leave you wanting more. The pleas and promises that fell from your lips only fed Jongho even more. You could tell that he loved that you were at his mercy; that only he could give you what you needed at this moment. It was completely different from the disinterest and distrust you had given him earlier at the precinct.

"Oh god, Jongho, I think--!" A particularly sharp thrust had you crying out, interrupting your sentence, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, just like that, yes!"

"Gonna come on my dick, pretty? Gonna milk me for all I'm worth? Gonna take all of my cum like a good little cum slut? Want me to fill you up and have my cum leaking out of your poor little hole? I bet you can barely hold any of it," Jongho mocked you.

You threw your head back and yelled as your orgasm coursed through you at Jongho's dirty talk. "Fuck fuck fuck," You whined as your walls pulsed around Jongho. 

Jongho gently let your legs go and pushed your hair behind your ear. "There, relaxed now, pretty?"

"So fucking relaxed," you said and then stiffened immediately. "you little shit, you are leaking out of me!"

Jongho chuckled, manly and full of ego, "I told you so."

The dispatcher called out your squad car's number and you groaned. "Sounds like they still want us to check in with the Eden Club. Guess our android work is never finished."

"Detective?" Jongho called out to grab your attention once again.

You stopped pushing yourself upwards to stare up at him. Not a hair out of place, he barely looked touched, where you probably looked like the epitome of a cumslut. "Jongho?"

"You're a really good person, under that tough exterior, aren't you Detective?"

The sentence caught you off guard. "I…guess I haven't thought about it that deeply. I mean I am in the police force, I suppose I put others before myself--"

Jongho sighed, fixing himself and helping you out of the squad car once you had put your pants back on. "No, pretty, that's not what I'm talking about."

Your face screwed up in confusion. "What are you talking about, Jongho?"

"You." Jongho poked your forehead with his index finger. "The one who came to the library of illusion with a selfless reason."

"Are you malfunctioning? Did my pussy do that to you?" You laughed dryly but Jongho did not join you.

Jongho pursed his lips to the side in thought. "I'm kicking you out. Your inner strength is unparalleled to any human I've come across while being trapped in this place. I'm not sure if you can defeat him but it's worth a try to support you."

You crossed your arms under your chest. "You're not kicking me out of anywhere, Jongho, I'm the detective--"

The air tensed, warping and stretching and suddenly it snapped and you were back in the Mystery Section. Jongho still had a long jacket but it was accompanied with leather pants. Jongho fondly poked your forehead again. "You're lucky I'm a softy."

"Jo-jongho," You groaned. You brought both hands to your face, an intense feeling of pain cutting through your head.

"Here." When you dropped your hands, Jongho was offering you his key: a badge. "You deserve this. I hope you know that."

You blinked and you felt like you had just been hit by a truck or had a concussion. "I'm not sure I can do this."

Jongho shook his head. "You can't give up now. Not when you're so close."

"I barely know which way is up right now though," You admitted.

Jongho took your hand and put the badge in your palm and curled your fingers around it. "Go back to Seonghwa. Show him that you have all the keys. He'll know what to do."

"Thank you," You said weakly.

Jongho shook his head. "No, thank you. I haven't come that hard in eons."

Your eyes widened and you felt your face heat up. Jongho's borderline evil laughter followed you out of the Mystery Section on your way to Seonghwa.

You dragged your body to Seonghwa's desk, where the keeper was playing a book version of Jenga. "Don't you have any respect for the books you keep here?"

Seonghwa jumped in the air and placed a hand over his heart. "You scared me!"

"Do you think…I could put the last key…?" You made a few shaky steps around the desk before you collapsed against Seonghwa who caught you.

A look of pity washed over his face. "It's finally caught up to you, huh?"

"That last one, there was barely a moment between me and the other me, I--" You grimaced at your still pounding headache. "Fuck."

Seonghwa kindly took the badge key from you and placed it beside the bumble bee. "The six keys required to open the restricted section." 

He firmly closed the display case and the both of you watched as the keys sunk into the black sand. Then your eyes swung to the large gate. 

And nothing changed.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," You cursed.

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It's really makes me mad how a lot of the antagonists of all mxtx's work are woobified by the fandom.

On one hand, it does mean that she wrote good antagonists but on the other hand,it's so frustrating because that's just not what's in the book ?

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian is probably the worst exemple of this when we have fics where Wei Wuxian apologize to his "brother" for the promise when JC literally led a siege that Les to WWX's death, but they are really not the only one, they sorta do it with Qi Rong and Xie Lian (which... Is something because he is introduced sitting on Xie Lian's kneeling statue) and Shen Qjiu (to a lesser extent). It makes me wonder if we read the same books sometimes.

Please don’t remind me of the cursed fanons 😖 I used to be more angered by it, but blocking everyone with terrible takes and only following people who I agree with or who I trust to have opinions backed by the text has really helped calm that rage. Also, I’ve seen a lot of newer fans come in with great pushback against the old fanon, particularly with mdzs.

I don’t think the quality of writing from the source can be judged on how woobified obviously villainous characters are, because I’ve seen some terrible stories produce massively popular characters; I think this speaks more to how easily people are swayed by good fan media (which is a fandom critique and self-criticism, cause I’m definitely suggestible on certain things, usually ships lmao). For example: a lot of popular mdzs fanon was spread by a few people with popular fandom blogs who knew how to write/make good art and used those skills to argue for the legitimacy of their fanon for clout. We as people just tend to like good quality things, and sometimes we overcompensate by assigning merit and moral to the good fan media we like and the fans who make them, even if it’s just in our heads and not from the source.

Funnily enough though, when I first got into tgcf, there were a bunch of Qi Rong stans, but now, all I see are people who are feral for his canon character while Mu Qing stans have picked up the cursed torch of trying to convince everyone that their fav has done no wrong ever.

#mdzs asks #tgcf asks #anon #if you interact directly with others in the fandom #try to keep that interaction to those who speak sense #cause after the first 2 or 3 interaction with stans #it stops feeling fun and starts feeling like the fandom as a whole is a cesspool #and it’s not #you just gotta block out the people who scream for attention

[truly-morgan]

[JL draws on jiujiu presentation documents]

RenCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 04-11-2021

[#rencheng modern days]

Jiang Cheng isn't the one at the top of the Jiang company after his father and mother passed away because he was never the successor on paper and the greedy people at the top managed to take the president's place.

He still has a good post, good enough that the money he makes is more than enough to raise jl on his own, but he is kept away from the top.

"We are waiting to see if you can do the job" he was told.

So Jiang Cheng works his ass off to prove it.

This causes him to reach exhaustion as he needs to take care of a young child, which he has no experience in doing so. adding to this all the work he has to do plus overtime at home too.

Then one time he is assigned this really important meeting with people from the Gusu Lan co. (it took a lot of convincing to have it).

but horror, he realised that parts of his paper and presentation have cute drawings made with crayons on them!!

a very sleep-deprived, stressed out and exhausted jc is mortified by this, wants to start crying and for the ground to swallow him.

But his voice barely wavers when he realises that, acting as if nothing was wrong.

It is readable.

everything else goes smoothly and jc would consider it aced 100% were it not for him not realising his little lemon boy had decided that his jiujiu important paper and presentation were meant for drawing. He was in a hurry in the morning and didn't check back.

he simply wishes Lan Qiren won't comment on it as he praises him for his good presentation and talk more about the possible contract and answers some question.

"And about this... duck," lqr says as he looks again at his papers, jc feeling like dying again.

he does get flustered this time around, now that he doesn't have a presentation to rely on. "I am sincerely sorry for this unprofessionalism," he says, "My nephew seems to have drawn on them without me noticing, I can ask for a new copy to be printed for you" he suggests.

He is a bit stunned when lqr declined, keeping the papers with the drawings.

Later on, he is relieved to hear the Gusu Lan co. did sign up with them, also relieved not to hear about his little crayon drawing incident.

Little does he know lqr grew immediately found of the man he believed should have taken over the company who is clearly doing his best with his nephew, he can understand him on that front.

They meet again on one of jc days off as he was taking jl out for his birthday. He is more relaxed now that this isn't a professional setting.

he even dare accept a dinner date suggested by lqr ("And if you want you can bring your nephew too, I understand how hard it can be to find a babysitter sometimes").

and like this, they keep meeting, jc falling for the gentleman.

lqr even manages to snatch jc away from those greedy men who won't leave him a chance and know jc will bloom better in an environment that gives him the chance to do so.

later in life jc manages to buy back the jiang company after they went nearly bankrupt.

one night, after jc finally moved in with lqr, he was searching for something in the office, only to find a familiar paper.

a presentation sheet with a duck crayon drawing. He is surprised to find this, but also still a bit embarrassed at the memory.

he is a bit surprised when arms snake around his waist, a large torso settling against his back as lqr placed his head next to his.

"Why do you still have this" jc asked.

lqr hums a bit amused, kissing his neck gently.

"Because this is the day I started to fall for a beautiful young man who did a great presentation and had a loving and warm look in his eyes despite the cute drawings his nephew did on his important papers".

something about jc was not even the slightest mad about it, tired maybe, but also loving. He did find out quickly just how good he was to his nephew, treating him like his own son.

This and his pretty face had been extremely charming to him.

maybe chuckled a bit as lqr kissed his neck some more.

He may be still embarrassed by that presentation, but he would also cherish this ducky if it was one of the reasons lqr fell for him.

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(this started with my thought being "What if jl drew on jc important presentation paper"

I feel like it sounded better in my head ksdjbvibh anyway hope y'all love jl being the best accidental matchmaker)

Original

#tweet archive #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #rencheng #lan qiren #jiang cheng #modern au #fluff #kid caretaking #office au #lqr take care of jl #while jc does a presentation

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Fic Stats Game

Thank you @fortune-maiden for tagging me! This is going to be fun :D

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

(For simplicity's sake, I am choosing to only count completed fics... of which I have 95 in the MDZS/Untamed fandom, wtf?!)

1 - Most Hits - Think Outside the Shell - Yep, I am completely unsurprised that my first Nie Sect Murder Tortoise fic is #1. It seems to have scratched an itch many people had :D For those who haven't heart of/read it, it's a simple gen fic where, during the Wen indoctrination camp's trip to fight the tortoise of slaughter, NHS tames the xuanwu because apparently he already has one at home ;) This began my fun cracky series and will forever hold a special place in my heart.

2 - 2nd Most Kudos - When Fate Opens a Window, Let Us Fly Through It - I check my stats semi-regularly so technically this doesn't surprise me because of that, but it *does* surprise me how well-liked this fic was! It's NieLan, the first of my "Lan Ribbon Marriage" series. The plot? NMJ & LXC are teenagers and in love with each other but too married to their duties to do anything about it. They wake up in the middle of the night to find LXC's ribbon wrapped around both their wrists, and when LQR enters, NMJ finds out this is the first step of the Lan sect's marriage rites! The secret is that NHS & LWJ teamed up to tie them to each other and have them found out by LQR. It's cute and fun, and was a blast to write - and the series is complete with WangXian and SangHui follow-ups :D

3 - 3rd Most Comments - This category is the reason I chose to only include completed fics, because works in progress tend to get a lot of comments in general with people wanting to encourage the author to continue the story. So the answer is therefore... He's No Bully, He's My Friend - I adore this story and it's special to me, a modern day AU where NHS is homeless and comes across a pit bull that he befriends, and the dog turns out to be a cursed JC (It's SangCheng, but the shipping is minimal at the end after JC becomes human again, so if you prefer gen fic, you might enjoy this one). But this story in particular has a reason that it got so many comments - because the wonderful @takonxmz asked to podfic the story, and many people found their way to it through their recording (which is amazing and I totally recommend if you have an hour or so!!! There is art too!!!).

4 - 4th Most Bookmarks - I'm going to choose the list in my stats because those numbers include both public and private bookmarks (we can see how many there are, we just can't see who bookmarked the private ones) - Think Outside the Shell - My only surprise is that this one wasn't higher on the list! But a SangCheng, a SangYao, and (*checks eyesight*) a WangXian fic all came out ahead of it.

5 - 5th Most Words - I'd Rather Share With You - This is the WangSang fic I wrote for the 2 Cakes fest last year! NHS' first year at Gusu and a storm hits, damaging several homes of Lan disciples, who are all assigned visiting disciples' quarters to share - and LWJ is assigned to room with NHS. It's sweet and they're young and soft (and also petty, and definitely don't get along at first) and, yeah, it's a fun fic. (It's a good thing this tag came out now - later this month, I will have a 50k fic coming out that will skew all the stats lol)

Bonus - Fewest Words - Technically, my 3 lowest word counts aren't fics at all - they're the AO3 entries I did to show off my fanart for the RBB fest this year. So the lowest word count of an actual fic is... The Perfect Spiritual Pet - This is just a cute little gen fic where the One Braincell Trio create an array to find NHS the perfect spiritual pet in the hopes of getting NMJ off his case. They don't know what the animal is, but it's cute, lazy, and perfect for NHS (it's a 3-toed sloth).

So, I shall tag... @gekidasa @roseclaw @thebiscuiteternal @eastofakkala and anyone else who'd like to participate!

#tag game

[lunarcovehq]

But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around Like snow on the beach

SWEET HEARTS WEEK - SNOW IN PLOT DROP

Sweet Hearts Week was going off without a hitch. Hope filled the newly paved streets and love was in the air as well as the sudden flakes of snow that began to fall one by one. Before the Lunar Covians knew it, they found themselves in the midst of a snow storm. Authorities advised everyone to stay inside and buckle down for the night as the snow continued to grow worse and worse.

It's the last snow fall of year and the Lunar Covians now find themselves snowed in with people who they least expected.

REMINDERS

This is the last plot drop for our Valentine's Day event! We know its finally starting to get warm out, but we wanted to give you all one last snow related plot drop you can react to before we transition the RP over into Spring!

This is a pairings plot drop, but you can feel free to react to it with more than just your pairing below if so chose. We wanted to also pair characters up who may not have spoken to one another all too often in the hopes of building connections.

With this plot drop, the event is over. You can return to your regularly scheduled starters and threads, but we do ask that you write a thread with your pairing below. Your characters can find themselves trapped together in the blizzard or, if you're not in the mood for snow anymore, you are welcome to write a thread together about something completely unrelated. We just ask that you are branching out and plotting with charries you might not have had the chance to yet.

Last by not least, we hope you have fun!

PAIRINGS

Please write a thread with the pairing you've been assigned to below-

Amrita x Safiye 

Dilan x Ralph

Ken x Elif 

Poppy x Rangi

Leyla x Kui 

Nico x Arlo

Bexley x Efe

Julian x Billie 

Bri x Kitty

Jasmine x JC

Skye x Ben 

Suresh x Ronnie

Daphne x Noel

Aaliyah x Sebastien 

Remmy x Briar

Rohan x Aiyla 

Rae Elle x Jonah

Linden x Mason 

Meena x Eren

Some pairing thought starters to get you starter-

Muse A is getting ready to head home from x location, but finds themselves trapped in the location. Unfortunately or fortunately for them Muse B is also trapped there.

Muse A can't get their heater to work and it's freezing in their apartment so they go and knock on Muse B's door for a blanket.

Muse A was getting ready to head home from x location when they realize that their coat was stolen by Muse B

Muse A thought that the people on the news were lying so they didn't prepare with a warm enough coat, now they're recruiting Muse B for help.

During the blackout Muse A dropped their keys and now Muse B must help the other find them in the mountains of snow.

Muse A walked outside to find out what all the chaos going on when they got locked out now muse B must help them get back in before too much snows falls and freezes them to death.

Muse A is handing out blankets to the towns people who are passing by and Muse B decides to help.

#lunarcoveevent10 #lunarcoveevent

[enbysaurus-rex]

a complete incomplete list of shit in rough order of goodness

Long-ish Fics

BATFAM

The Chronic Illness Fic that's getting way too long- Tim Drake is a kid who doesn’t Know What’s Normal, and so his health declining is just what happens, right? No one else complains about it, so he shouldn’t either! -50k

MDZS

My Boy Builds Coffins -- LWJ is a coffin builder in Yiling while WWX is trying to cleanse the burial mounds. Dirt is both a love language and a major theme, somehow? 50k [finished audio version]

Ghost Library -- LWJ is a government exorcist and his next assignment is a library. MXY is the librarian. Set after the thirteen years and with attempts at musical cultivation. 45k (WIP-ish) [finished audio version]

The Crayon Talisman Fic -- Modern Cultivation AU Burial Mounds era! WWX is a rogue cultivator Just Trying To Make Ends Meet while toting baby a-Yuan around. Shenanigans commence! WIP 60k[audio currently caught up]

The Martial Arts Fic -- WWX is a sensei and he and LWJ used to be tournament buddies back in ye Olde Days. Shenanigans commence! 420k and i still add a chapter from time to time as a bonus [audio in process]

The Narcolepsy Fic--  Canon-divergence where WWX was treating his narcolepsy with his golden core and Then He Didn’t Have the Golden Core. Shenanigans commence! WIP 80k [audio in process]

Short-ish Fics

BATFAM

Tim watched the graysons fall. Then he learns how to fly from the last grayson. nothing could go wrong - 2k

Tim is a shifter and he refuses to tell anyone in his family what his shifter form is. They find out anyway. - 4k

5 times tim passed out and the one time his brothers noticed. - 8.6k

MDZS

burial mounds modern fairytale? - 5k of historical/ahistorical nuclear winter VIBES

Wangxian breakup -- there is a plot that could be there, afterwards, but unless people want that in their lives i probs won’t write it - 4.6k

WWX is compelled to answer Inquiry -- itty bitty tiny fic 1k

JC/JZX -- i needed more variety in my life, and this might get longer if i ever get a plot bunny -6.4k

Jingyi’s perception of HGJ’s mourning - as a kid and then later as a teenager -2.7k

i lost my shit over a david bowie song -- the wangxian production complete with shittily transcribed sheet music - 4.1k

AUDIO VERSIONS:

-all have soundcloud playlists (one for each fic). this is the easiest way to play ALL of something without reaching for your phone every chapter

-and here you can download them from archive.org, because sometimes you just need an mp3. i know this and i love you!

#i realized it had been like TWELVE YEARS since i'd updated this #feel free to send me prompts or questions or whatever on here

[mikkeneko]

for choose violence ask game, mdzs or svsss (your pick), 13, 16, and 19?

13. worst blorbofication... for MDZS, since I can't think offhand of any terrible blorbofication I've seen in action for SVSSS.

I think I could honestly go with Wei Wuxian or Jiang Cheng for this one. It's sometimes very difficult to be a fan of both characters in this fandom since there are two separate camps that have formed (not containing all JC or WWX likers, obviously) that are very invested in making the other guy look bad to make their own guy look good. I start getting negative red minus signs over my head any time people come up with a headcanon, assign it the status of canon, and start accusing anyone who doesn't share the headcanon of the Ism of the day. Both camps do this, Jiang Cheng likers can be just as bad. When we start getting into Sect Leader Jiang Personally Midwifed Every Child In Yunmeng Under The Age Of Three territory I have already well checked out.

But anyway, at the end of the day I'd have to give the medal to the specific strain of WWX stans who seem to really, really want him to be a poor battered Victorian orphan waif who was abused and miserable in Lotus Pier and experienced nothing but misery there from day 1 until he finally escaped/powered up/turned justice on his old abusers. Guys, there's already an MXTX character right there if you want this story; it's Luo Binghe.

16. you can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)... for MDZS.

I think I have to come back to ChengYi (Jiang Cheng/Lan Jingyi) again for this. Recently I went to an in-person meetup with some old friends and it turned out some of them were into MDZS, and she stated this as her favorite pairing. I am firmly of the opinion that anyone should be able to ship anything they like, but like why.

19. you’re mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like… for SVSSS.

I would say that I make a fairly consistent effort to not feel ashamed by any of my fandom activities, but here's one I'll at least put in this neighborhood: I actually consider the Luo BingGe/OG Shen Qingqiu setup (and LBG vs CucumberSQQ setup to a lesser extent) to be a gift from the heavens for us awful whump likers, because it's a setup where you can run with pretty much any whump scenario, no matter how contrived or physically implausible. I have read some Very Dark fics in this setup and they will remain private in my bookmarks.

🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

#salty sunday #(a bit early) #mikke memes

[leatherbookmark]

ok no but the phenomena of lxc/lsz is fascinating. I'M INTO IT, AS A WARNING, but it's fascinating! because it seems like there's something more out there than, idk, the pair the spares vibe of lxc/jc, "hehe the tsundere should get someone to tease him" vibe of nhs/jc, or "this dynamic is amusing, what if we add romance" of jc/ljy.

like -- obviously, there's the incest, which is always sexy, but also... aah, I Feel it, but how to put it in words? in a way, they're similar in that they have this aura of absolute harmlessnes about them; not because they're weak or cowardly, but because they wouldn't want to harm anyone in the first place. they're Good Boys, those who get assigned "legally can't say fuck" in those stupid memes. hell, most probably it was lxc and not lwj who took care of lsz very early on, so it makes sense they're alike. and they're a sorta-nephew and a sorta-uncle! what if they fucked.

the thrill of making Good Wholesome Boys do something uhhh unwholesome? addictive.

BUT ALSO it's the "others first, I'll wait" tendencies. what if they wanted something and pursued it, for themselves, even if they knew it was ~wrong~? one of the often occuring things in xizhui fics i've noticed was the mutual attraction that started much earlier than the relationship itself, be it lsz having a crush on his unfairly ripped hot uncle (maybe even initially thinking it's normal, because all his friends admit he's hot, cmon, that's an objective Fact) or lxc getting flustered because lsz is growing into a fine young man, huh, who would've thought. there's also the fact that lxc is often just... incapable of being harsh or stern towards lsz; he loves him, wants to protect him and make him happy (yet another trope: lsz making the first step and lxc either allowing him to do whatever he needs, or resisting in the weakest way possible only to give in not even a minute in).

i feel like it's a... maybe not crunchy, but chewy pairing? because obviously there's the the sexy forbidden factor of both incest (although they're not related, etc, etc) and an age gap, but also because the characters are who they are, it doesn't have to be inherently wrong and scarring. these two can be happy together!

BUT THEN. there are two fics that i know of that don't go this route, instead opting for the more realistic, bitter ending: it's wrong for lxc to use lsz like that, it's inappropriate, and it hurts not just lsz himself but also lwj, jgy and wwx. and they end up having to make the painful but necessary decision to remove him from their lives! this dear, loving lxc, who was always so eager to help, so caring, so familial. THIS is crunchy, and i feel i find the flavour similar to that of the fics where lxc is married/dating nmj, but for some reason or another cheats on him with jgy. who also might or might not be younger. there's just something in lxc that makes one want to see him do bad things, while knowing they're bad, and doing them anyway. something something evil jiang clan motto

he's so handsome, so noble and pure-hearted, so tragic in canon, so... sincere and earnest! and he never goes to go feral, have a meltdown, even when he tells wwx off, it's on behalf of his brother he's so protective of. it already is incredibly attractive to imagine him just letting all his pain out, LET ALONE do something bad for his own pleasure. especially post-canon! he's all alone while his brother is happy. nothing matters anymore! why not seduce and fuck a teenager! (it's not always lsz, you know.)

oh!! and of course the delightful fuck or die/dubcon!! there's... definitely more than one fic where lsz has to fuck lxc in order to save him from a qi deviation. there's definitely more than one fic where lxc, for some reason, fucks lsz while thinking he's jgy. there's one fic where they fall into a trap of this like, cauldron-like array and have to do their best not to let the voices in their heads take control and use the other to consume all their energy, and it's SO amazing and hot BECAUSE lxc is resisting all the time while seeing, both because of the array and not because of it, that he wants lsz. there's more than one fic where there's drugging in question (fancy teas!). and finally there's one sex pollen fic that always cracks me up and i know it sounds impossible but TRUST ME it's hilarious and adorable.

just. shoves a fist into my mouth. WHAT a ship. so good so good so good.

#shrimp thoughts #i think i was planning to make this post for reasons other than uncontrollable gushing but. eh #OH RIGHT i was curious abt what other xizhui ppl find captivating in this ship but i think i just answered my own question lol #the long series where lsz is trans and so is jgy and lxc is this Utterly Lovestruck Hot Raisin Of A Man... hhhnngnggnggnngnggnngghggg

[mengyao]

4 for strike dear mistress, 12, 17, 22 for fowd, and 46!

4. What detail in strike, dear mistress are you really proud of?

oh jeez. there are a fair amount in there tbh, since it was me trying to cram all of my headcanons about JC pertinent to foowd that couldn't come across naturally via NHS POV into one piece of PWP, but i liked getting to dwell a bit on JC's whole concept of marriage and how miserable he imagines it must be if it's not with someone he's already actively in love with… If he did put effort into looking for candidates, he can’t imagine anyone angling their daughters at him for any reason besides his name and position. Not with his reputation. He’s not compelled by the prospect of being politely—or impolitely—tolerated under his own fucking roof. He remembers his parents. How difficult it is to share a life. he's not even really wrong because i can't imagine that marrying some random 20 year old at this point in time would be emotionally fulfilling for him lol. he's framing it in this scene as being about his Perverse Sexual Desires but that's not really the issue… tfw you got promoted to authority figure as a teen but you're a baby brother to the core :( and you just want someone to genuinely like you for you, not just respect and defer to you out of social obligation :(

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

i think the opposite experience is more common for me lmao but i'm sure this has happened before. let me think. hnmmmmm i'm still very picky about amnesia fics but kitsch's bingqiu amnesia fic you are who you love outsold!

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

[shaky deep breath] Beefleaf. Madoka Magica. Fusion,

i litchjerally don't have more details about this concept than a very vague moodboard about um. girls who become witches (who pretend they're girls). cosmic entropy. does this make shi wudu kyubey or is kyubey jun wu? who can say. this is all part of my compulsion to assign all of my faves with "homura akemi vibes" regardless of if this is a real thing that they have

22. Who is your favorite character in flight of a one-winged dove and why?

[rihanna mario tweet voice] nie huaisang baby! nie fucking huaisang!!!!!

the reasons i love nhs (and foowd nhs specifically) are manifold so i shant elaborate on them here besides to say that for me personally, the characters i feel the most affection for are the ones who have a lot of problems that they didn't create but then who go on to create a bunch more problems for themselves and others, and you understand why they did so and they probably think they had no choice but it's like hmmmmmmmmm girl but did you really. did you really,

i like to pity my favs. just a bit. but also i want them to be happy whether or not they deserve it. you know how it is

46. Do you prefer writing on your phone or on a computer (or something else)? Do you think where you write affects the way you write?

i hate writing on my phone because it's so un-ergonomic and i have an on-and-off repetitive stress injury so i try to minimize the amount of typing i do on there BUT i do find that i often make different connections or get different ideas about how to write things when i'm on a phone, just because you're physically looking at the words in a different way, they end up arranged on the screen differently, etc… the "shape" changes… you can see much less words at a time vs. opening up a page on a computer screen… so i often do nitpicky little line edits on my phone, especially if i'm just reading a draft/wip file over idly on the train or before falling asleep etc (both of which i do a lot.)

my desktop computer in my room is where i do either my best or my worst writing, because i either get super in the zone or i'm sitting there totally distracted by everything else i can do on my computer/in my bedroom and have no sense of the external accountability that i'd have in a public place, or even out at the desk in the living room where my roommates can pass back and forth (i'm pretty good at writing deranged stuff in a small font stonefacedly which is the only way this is able to work)

#replies

[tentative-wanderer]

Let Them Eat Cake [MDZS AU, text messages]

Disclaimer: 1 million years have passed since I read the book in 2017, so if there are OOC points, that’s why

Huaisang: Who’s up for free cake on Saturday 10am! A cafe will be doing a promo

Wifi: Me

JC: Me

Xingchen: Me

Song Lan: +1

Lan Wangji: I will be there.

Yanli: Me

Lan Xichen: Me :)

Xingchen: :)

Lan Xichen: :D

Xingchen: :DD

Lan Wangji: …

Song Lan: …

Nie Mingjue: Nie Huaisang don’t you have an assignment due on Saturday 10am?

Huaisang: I’ve finished it!! With Jiang Cheng’s help. @JC back me up!

JC: I can attest to the veracity of that statement

Wifi: Do you swear

JC: Occasionally

Wifi: Do you swear by the moon and the stars in the sky

Xingchen: I heard him whisper “shit” when he almost dropped Jin Ling the other day

Yanli: …

Jin Zixuan: He what

JC: I! Did not!

Wifi: He’s right, he didn’t say shit, he said fuck

JC: I did not almost drop Jin Ling!

Wifi: Note that he isn’t denying the crime of cursing in front of an impressionable baby

JC: Jin Ling was sleeping, he didn’t hear a word

Huaisang: He was sleeping until you almost dropped him. Then he cried

Yanli: …

JC: oh my god

JC: @Wen Ning @Song Lan be my witnesses

Song Lan: No babies were endangered in the making of this film.

Wen Ning: Jin Ling woke up and cried because Jiang Cheng bumped into a table and knocked a bottle over, not because he was dropped

JC: thank you

Wen Ning: Jiang Cheng did let slip a curse in front of him though

JC: no thank you

***

Praise me or complain on AO3

The last thing I wrote for MDZS was in 2019. It’s 2023 now and I’m back for a moment with this tiny random piece because I want to eat free cake with new friends but people seem occupied with their lives.

#mdzs #魔道祖师 #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #jiang cheng #the founder of diabolism #gdc #danmei #my stuff

[elasgottoomuchfreetime]

✨Supernatural as stuff my best friend and I have said✨

Dean, (prbbly drunk): what I do believe is that JC was a real homie

Cas: Valid, he was one of the real ones

Charlie: brother JC was so chill and today people be killin‘ in his name and he like homies wtf I said love each other not shoot each other

—✨🌈✨—

Dean: the only problem i have with people being too nice is that I think they‘re playing me

—✨🌈✨—

Sam: worst thing is some days I’m like i don’t care, f*ck y‘all. And two days later I’m like i care, please don’t eat me.

—✨🌈✨—

Kevin: and my mental stability just went: iT‘s eVolViNg bUt baCkwArDS

—✨🌈✨—

Lucifer: sudden urge to learn the guitar

Sam: please don’t

—✨🌈✨—

Crowley: I want to see remorse. REMORSE

—✨🌈✨—

Dean: If you yourself don’t feel good enough it doesn’t matter what anyone else says

—✨🌈✨—

Gabriel: If it feelz right it eez right. Yeet. I can do what I want bitches

—✨���✨—

Charlie: ye cuz if not there hopefully are enough besties that will commit arson on ur things if u don't treat her like the queen she is

—✨🌈✨—

Jack: big oof, I am giving u and exclusively u the permission to refer to me by any pronouns u want

Jack: signed: ur bro

Jack: (this is it, this is the permission)

—✨🌈✨—

Dean: Jesus is the hipster among the saints

—✨🌈✨—

Cas: I know. Or I don’t? Because I do?

—✨🌈✨—

Bobby: how the hell do they know what weather it‘ll be in two weeks

Sam: has to be a deal with the devil

Dean: probably sit on the floor at weather-headquarters with an Ouija-Board, a frog in front of them surrounded by a bunch of candles and symbols or smth and off they go

—✨🌈✨—

Claire: Hunting down the audacity. Detecting gaslighting. The gen z business

—✨🌈✨—

Sam: Siri, add trauma to the shopping cart

Dean: 🛒 wroom, wroom m*therf*ckers

—✨🌈✨—

Charlie: I‘m just confused by straight people at this point

—✨🌈✨—

Kevin: So I’m the kid on the group assignment that does all the work while the others give input but other than that are only physically present

Dean: yep

—✨🌈✨—

Sam: Ye he somehow thinks he knows what's best for me tho like Mister sir bitch you don't

-“-

[that‘s it. For now]

#spn as things my friend and I said #yes that‘s how we used to text #spn #JC = Jesus Christ #in case that’s unclear #supernatural #incorrect spn quotes #incorrect supernatural quotes #incorrect supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #cas spn #sam winchester #bobby singer #charlie bradbury #crowley spn #kevin tran #claire novak #jack spn #jack kline #spn crack #lucifer spn #mental illness memes #mental illness humor #spn meme #incorrect dean winchester quotes

[micamicster]

☕️ chengqing

Hi bestie thank you for asking! This is all going under a cut because I! AM! YELLING! What i will say up here with my full chest is i am currently writing fic for them. So i think you may be able to extrapolate how i feel about them from that <3

Allow me to direct you to my 500 recent posts vagueing about fandom sidelining female characters, or the fandom need to make every female character witty and wise-cracking, or the inexplicable fandom desire to assign a woman as lesbian, ship her with another side character she's never spoken to ever, relegate her to standing in the background making jokes, and then act like thats more progressive than actually being invested! in her character! as written!

Sorry. I have a lot of opinions.

I know that chengqing was apparently not a thing in the novel, and i know jc can be a... hm. controversial figure. So that probably explains why these problems are so pervasive in fic. But I do find her an absolutely fascinating character, and I think that her unrealized romance with jiang cheng was a brilliant addition to the story. It helps to illustrate BOTH characters values (which are very similar), and provides a foil for wwx/lwj's star crossed love story. It gives her more to do on screen, connects her more deeply to the main plot, and gives her an emotional investment in the most important action in the whole series (the golden core transfer).

In terms of their relationship? I'm obsessed. It hits every single point that makes me lose it over a doomed fictional romance and i canNOT GET ENOUGH! They go through so much and they're so good in every moment of their arcs

In cloud recesses, when she's a double agent who should know better, and he's a starstruck teenage boy who can't keep the hearts out of his eyes? Delicious! After the massacre, when his whole life has been destroyed and he's having ptsd flashbacks seeing the Wen insignia on her robes? Delicious! When she performs experimental transplant surgery on him without his knowledge or consent? DELICIOUS! Sunshot era, when he finds her in a prison and frees her using the power he doesn't know she gave him, and then basically proposes despite them being on opposite sides of a war? Delicious! When she refuses his offer because she knows their respective duties to their people will not allow it? DELICIOUS! I LOVE DUTY! Burial grounds, when she returns the comb and tries to set him free from her? Delicious! After sixteen years, when she miraculously survives and they have finally outlived the duties that kept them apart? Yes that happened and it was DELICIOUS!

Okay, so with all of that potential to work with, why is the fic I'm writing for some reason a modern au that roughly follows the plot of while you were sleeping? Idk. I can't explain that one folks! I do think it's good though. it's good.

#my sister has recently read the first chapter of this fic and said it was good so now i can freely discuss online <3 #i needed her seal of approval before i got too ahead of myself #anyway petition to stop make complicated female characters into background mean lesbians in fic! #make them foreground lesbians if you want but they'd better be the main fucking focus of that 50k fic or im coming for you. #i wont let people enjoy things i wont do it #the untamed #while you were sleeping au

[einskai]

been thinking about gender in the way of water

the way gender is portrayed within the world of the movie is really interesting to me.

for the "tribal" alien creatures it's mostly stereotypical roles:

men are hunters, women are gatherers, both can be warriors;

for the children, the three boys are more the fighting type and of the two girls one is a spiritual prodigy and the other one is a child who hasn't really had a role assigned to her;

most na'vi women in the film are either mothers (shown to be pregnant quite blatantly), spiritual leaders, healers, and gatherers

for the invading humans the whole gender thing doesn't seem to be very relevant at all

tell me, do you remember a single woman among the cast of the "evil" humans + avatars?

there is at least one among the cast of antagonistic avatars, and there is the female general who disappears after the first hour or so. i think i remember a submarine pilot with like two lines as well but in general human women are so masc that when there's no focus on them, they might as well be men.

now is this just representative of a future human society where gender has become obsolete (they are shooting for immortality after all)? or is it related to us only being shown the military? is this a future vision where capitalism has taken any individual expression from humans and that's why feminity has no place in the movie?

what i'm actually stuck on is which one of these is better. because of the moral standpoint of the different portrayals we are clearly meant to emphasise with the more "traditional" gender-roles. (and yes, neytiri is a warrior but she mostly fights out of mother-feelings in this story so i think that still counts as traditional).

i don't have an answer to this, it just feels like i'm looking into jc's mind when thinking about this and discovering a worldview very different to my own.

#movies #avatar the way of water