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wangxianficfinder · 3 days
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I’m trying to re-find a fic in which Lan Wangji was immortal, and managed to find Wei Wuxian’s reincarnation online through some sort of camboy or sugar baby type website.
I believe the story was told from Wei Wuxian’s perspective, and that he and Mo Xuanyu were roommates at the start of it. Wei Wuxian’s sex work was a side deal, as he also practiced demonic/ghost cultivation, charging very little. He had a CD/recording of cleansing he used to keep the negative effects at bay.
Wei Wuxian had suffered some sort of core damage for the sake of Jiang Chang (many people from his past life were also reincarnated), but still had half his core. After meeting face to face with Lan Wangji, and regaining his past life memories, Lan Wangji fed him some sort of special spiritual energy rich lotus seed that accelerated his core growth. Lan Wangji was determined to help him reach immortality alongside him this time.
I think you might be looking for this one but I could be wrong, I haven't read it in a while but it sounds familiar 😅
FOUND? 🧡 All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 51k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Modern AU, canon still happened, extreme post canon, Sugar Daddy, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators, cultivators can recognize important people from previous lives, vaguely, this started out as a cute sugar fantasy and got just incredibly horny very fast, blame LWJ)
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buckybarnesisjewish · 7 months
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The Winifred Barnes-Sarah Rogers immigrant mother solidarity of just picking the last name of a random U.S. president to be the Anglicized middle name of their respective sons Ya’akov and Stiofán.
YES!!! I have long cherished the headcanon of bucky being named after the president bc his parents thought it was a good "american name" and i love the idea of sarah doing that as well. imagine Winifred and Sarah meeting for the first time at Ellis Island with their babies in their arms...
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aziraphales-library · 4 months
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hi excuse me!! 1) thank u for taking the time out of ur schedules to do this its actually rlly impressive like how 😭 2) im looking for a short fic that i read a while ago. it was set in eden with crowley going ‘cmon god smite me smite me you wont booo’ and then he meets aziraphale and god like there. There. You are Smitten…. its a rlllyyy short one shot i cannot find it for the life of me …
hiya! That's a ficlet written by ariaste and originally published here on tumblr.
You can also read it on ao3 here:
ask and ye shall receive by Ariaste
Smite me, Crowley thinks one day, about three or four days into the Beginning of the World. He feels rather daring about it, especially when God doesn’t answer. Puts a bit of a swagger in his slither.
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wangxianficrecs · 4 months
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Follower Recs
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Hello~ Happy new year everyone 🥳 I have two recs, these are fics that I read a while ago but still remember fondly. Especially the furby one, It is definitely one of the most unique fics I have ever read. @misscellophane-ao3
The Proposal
by LFMH021 (@heyimbeessie)
T, 93k, Wangxian
Summary: For the record, Wei Wuxian has always been an idiot when it comes to love. He can’t believe he wouldn’t have realized his feelings towards Lan Wangji until there is a threat that could take the latter away from him: a rival. “I wish to ask for your nephew’s hand for marriage.” Wei Wuxian couldn’t help his mouth, smirking, he whispers behind Lan Xichen, “How about it, Zewu-Jun? Is Young Master Gen up to your liking?” “Lan Wangji, Hanguang-Jun, Second Jade of Lan, I wish to declare my intentions on courting you,” Gen Lei adds, standing up and bowing lowly – tone shaking but sincere, his cheeks and ears flushed. “What?”
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🧡 Song of Suibian and Bichen: Or, the Greatest (And Only) Furby Master of Demonic Cultivation
by moonwaif (@moonwaif)
T, 64k, Wangxian
Summary: “Young Master Wei,” Lan Qiren prompts, obviously ready to be done with this whole thing. “Have you decided what you will name your spiritual weapon?” Okay, so. Maybe Wei Wuxian actually is feeling a little sour. Knowing Zhan’er can hear him, he twirls the blade, saying offhand, “Whatever—anything’s fine.” Shuoyue makes a choking sound. Even Xuan Su nearly falls off his stack of pillows. Wei Wuxian grins. “Just kidding. I name him—” But it’s too late. Before he can finish speaking, 'Suibian' is already etched across the blade. Oops. In a world where cultivators and furbies bond together in order to manifest spiritual weapons, Wei Wuxian is matched with Zhan'er, a stodgy, stuck-up Lan sect furby who hates him. Meanwhile, Lan Wangji is matched with the irreverent Xianxian, a rogue furby who came down from the Immortal Mountain to do heroic deeds and have a good time. Can the four of them figure out a way to work together without driving each other up the wall? And what happens when the Wen sect attacks?
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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for these hard-working authors if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)
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fandomshatewomen · 11 months
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*fake shock*
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Anyways, listen to women, especially Black Women.
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kingroup · 3 months
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greenpath — stimboard  ╱ with nothing specified.
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serpentsapple · 10 months
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(This post will contain mild spoilers for Yellowface. There will also be brief mentions of racism.)
Yellowface was a breath of fresh air!
Hello, welcome, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I honestly thought this blog would be abandoned to inactivity until now when I received renewed vigour to write for it. The cause is simple, really. I finally found another book I thought was worth talking about regarding its portrayal of women.
Now this may surprise you but we don’t particularly enjoy expelling negative energy on books. We started this blog out of a naïve hope that perhaps we would be put in touch with like minds and find books that speak to us. Fast-forward a few years on and that hope was dashed. My co-partner had grown busy with other pursuits and equally had few words to speak on anything literary, and we packed up this blog prepared never to update it again.
That is, until, my saving grace came in the form of a most unexpected source.
I had heard whispers of Yellowface prior to its publication but I admit after reading its premise and a few advanced reviews, it didn’t seem like anything I would be interested in. How it pleases me to be wrong in this instance! And to have taken a chance after having seen a few friends speak its praises. The premise to Yellowface is a simple one: set in a contemporary America, Juniper Hayward steals the manuscript of her deceased Asian female friend and passes it off as her own, and this callous act of self-serving ego rockets her to stardom.
Juniper Hayward is one of the best female protagonists I’ve read in quite a long time.
Before I continue, I want to make a few things clear: Juniper Hayward is no feminist icon. She is racist. She is egocentric, prideful, catty, self-interested. She is, in all respects, the villain of the story and the orchestrator of her own misery. And yet… and yet… she compelled me. She reflected an ugly side of being an artist I longed to see portrayed by a woman. While she is the furthest thing from an aspirational and awe-inspiring individual she was so startlingly human, so flawed, so hungry, that I couldn’t get enough of her. I devoured Yellowface in the span of two days and afterwards I was left utterly enthralled by Juniper and Athena both and their parasitic, competitive friendship. 
Deep down, I’ve always suspected Athena likes my company precisely because I can’t rival her. I understand her world, but I’m not a threat, and her achievements are so far out of my reach that she doesn’t feel bad squealing to my face about her wins. Don’t we all want a friend who won’t ever challenge our superiority, because they already know it’s a lost cause? Don’t we all need someone we can treat as a punching bag?
This is the sort of representation I was looking for! Women who are deeply driven by their own want and ambition, compelled to succeed until it takes them to unprecedented heights (or leads to an almighty fall). I truly commend Kuang for bringing these women to life, setting them in a book filled with equally dimensional and awful female side characters, with nary a prominent male presence to be found unless they serve the narrative. It was a genuine pleasure to read about Juniper and her desire to be recognised for her writing accomplishments, to create and leave something behind that was bigger than herself:
A musician needs to be heard; a writer needs to be read. I want to move people’s hearts. I want my books in stores all over the world. I couldn’t stand to be like Mom and Rory, living their little and self-contained lives, with no great projects or prospects to propel them from one chapter to the next. I want the world to wait with bated breath for what I will say next. I want my words to last forever. I want to be eternal, permanent; when I’m gone, I want to leave behind a mountain of pages that scream, Juniper Song was here, and she told us what was on her mind.
Juniper Hayward is a protagonist on par with Humbert Humbert. A loathsome figure full of pitiful self-excuses and delusional rationalisations for the wrongs they commit. You feel disgust with them, you feel for them, you yearn to understand them, but what you can never do is ignore them.
Plagiarism is an easy way out, the way you cheat when you can’t string words together on your own. But what I did was not easy. I did rewrite most of the book. Athena’s early drafts are chaotic, primordial, with half-finished sentences littered all over the place. Sometimes I couldn’t even tell where she was going with a paragraph, so I excised it completely. It’s not like I took a painting and passed it off as my own. I inherited a sketch, with colors added only in uneven patches, and finished it according to the style of the original. Imagine if Michelangelo left huge chunks of the Sistine Chapel unfinished. Imagine if Raphael had to step in and do the rest.
And what I love most is that, penned by an Asian woman like Kuang, there is no chance for Juniper to escape accountability for her vile misdeeds. The author holds her up in all her contemptible glory, with no veneer of justification to be found, and invites you to observe and cast your judgement. She tapped into the gnawing resentment that eats away at every writer in the publishing industry, each of us all clawing for the scraps of recognition those at the table see fit to toss our way until we all turn on each other. Why her? Why not me? Is it because I am not pretty enough? Not charismatic enough? Am I simply too blandly white and heterosexual? Am I simply too unpalatable for the masses? On and on it goes, the gears turning, powering the engine of jealousy until it churns out a monster like Juniper. 
The attacks on the publishing industry and how it commodifies and weaponises identity to serve capitalist interests were particularly salient and incisive from Kuang, I like how she tackled both sides of an argument, exposing both of their respective shortcomings, and left no one unscathed.
She’s done this in all her other novels. Her fans praise such tactics as brilliant and authentic—a diaspora writer’s necessary intervention against the whiteness of English. But it’s not good craft. It makes the prose frustrating and inaccessible. I am convinced it is all in service of making Athena, and her readers, feel smarter than they are.
But best of all, I loved how much the story was so singularly focused on Juniper’s ambitions. There was no looming romance in the background threatening to infringe on the narrative. Juniper never took the chance to lament her lack of a traditional lifestyle, if anything, she scorns it. 
I couldn’t stand to be like Mom and Rory, living their little and self-contained lives, with no great projects or prospects to propel them from one chapter to the next. I want the world to wait with bated breath for what I will say next.
However, like all books, there are shortcomings. I won’t detail them here as they are not relevant to the nature of this particular post and don’t detract enough from the positives to bear mentioning. All in all, Yellowface was a pleasant and welcome surprise and I heartily encourage people to pick it up if you’re interested in reading about women wallowing freely in their dark sides.
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fundyarchives · 3 months
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was gonna go "WHERE IS FUNDYYYY" before remembering i'm one of the people running this sorta kinda updates account 💀 i'm the one that should know
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oh ive really pissed people off this time havent i
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redwebpod · 2 years
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Rooster Teeth tweeted:
Something haunted this way comes… and it goes by the name of #Ghostober! 👻
All month long, we’ll be teaming up with TRVL Channel to bring you chilling programming, ghost hunts, & live watch parties… Oh my! Make sure to follow and tune into @travelchannel! #ad
While this isn't exactly Red Web, I thought people would be interested in the mentioned Haunter reunion episode at a surprise location!
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Maybe I don't want your prayers. Maybe I don't want "redemption". Maybe I just want to live my life, enjoy the sun on my face and the rain on my skin. Maybe that is all I truly need, nothing more.
Why is this so hard for you to believe?
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wangxianficfinder · 2 days
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Is it just me or there are other mdzs fans who whenever think about real, canon mdzs and wangxian, cannot help but cry a little or more? Because brothers and sisters , whenever I think about how canon wwx and lan Wangji suffered, and HOW phenomenal, I repeat how PHENOMENAL book mo Xiang tong xiu has written, the plot, the authenticity, the logic, the characters, the poems, the logic, the romance, the blood, the love, the tragedy, I cannot help but cry. Like really cry. There never will Be a book like mo dao zu shi. Never. I can say it because I read 3 novels a day , real , light everything , and I've been reading for a long time. So yeah take it from me. It is simply the top and best. T^T♡
It is a really good book. I enjoyed reading it a lot ^^
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buckybarnesisjewish · 7 months
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Bucky finding out that all his awkward bar mitzvah photos are now on display at the Jewish Museum of NY and once toured the country as part of an exhibit on bar mitzvahs throughout the ages.
HAHA i love this!
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Hello, I’m looking for a specific fic.
From what I remember, the plot is this: Crowley didn’t fully fall and Aziraphale accidentally says something that seemed to Crowley like a rejection which causes him to fall. Crowley knew he was going to fully fall and I think wrote a letter to Aziraphale and was locked in a cell in Hell. Aziraphale goes to Hell to rescue Crowley (possibly with help from Adam and Anathema) but he’s monsterous and Aziraphale calms him down and goes inside him and finds shards of his soul and then there’s multiple Crowleys representing different parts of his personality and a boss battle before Crowley is saved.
Thanks in advance.
hiya! I believe that is So Much Discounted (T) by WanderingAlice
After asking Aziraphale a strange question, Crowley disappears. Can Aziraphale work out what happened to him? And more importantly, can he save him before it's too late? --- “No.” Aziraphale sat up, throwing his senses wide, searching, seeking, all the way to the edges of the world. “Crowley!” His frantic cry, amplified by his angelic power, rippled through the minds of every being with even the slightest occult sensitivity. Miles away, Anathema sat up in bed, and reached in panic for her lover when she felt the new absence in the world. Down the street from Jasmine Cottage, Adam Young tumbled from his covers, reaching out himself with what remained of his power. What he found was so terrible he fled from it, running to climb into bed with his parents like he hadn’t since he’d been very small. “No,” the angel said again, his voice small and lost amid the stacks of lonely books. “No.” He pushed himself up with trembling hands, climbed to his feet, and didn’t stop running until he stood outside the door to Crowley’s Mayfair flat.
You may also enjoy Momentum Deferred (T) by Kedreeva which deals with similar themes.
What if Crowley really meant it when he said he only sauntered vaguely downward? What if someone besides Aziraphale finds out he didn't really fall? What if they decide to do something about it?
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jakobsofficial · 1 year
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[taps nonexistent mic] Ladies, gentlemen, sillyfolk an' all other kinds of pardners,
Gaykobs.
[loud crowd cheerin']
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kingroup · 5 months
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super sonic (fleetway) — icons  ╱ with scenecore.
—MOD CHARON. $   ̖́-
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