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impyssadobsessions · 2 years

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Not edited just quickie power story to match the scene >w< ~ I just really liked the drawing kekekekkee Danny found himself in a blizzard. He groaned as he pushed himself off the frozen ground-water. Danny could see fishes under its surface, but barely. They quickly swam away as Danny stood up, holding his head. Whatever blasted him, sure had hit him hard. What even did hit him? Danny glanced around, as if it would jog his memory but it was as blank as the white dense stream of snow around him. It oddly wasn't as freezing as it looks. Was he in far frozen? No.. that place was cold. He wasn't even in his phantom gear. Odd. He couldn't feel his core either. Danny shook his head, stuffing his hands into his coat pocket, he had to move. Move where? He had no idea, he just let his feet guide him.

Hours. Days? Weeks? It felt long as he walked. Everything was covered in the dense wind and snow, he couldn't see anything. He couldn't feel anything. It wasn't like when you are numb, no its like when wandering in a dream. Was this a dream? Danny stopped in his tracks at the thought. It had to be? He must have blacked out. Some ghost must have hit him hard is all. But why would he dream this- Danny felt a chill, his eyes locking onto the mass of black in the distance growing closer. Danny hitched his breath, eyes wide as he stared at it. It had a beak or three if what Danny could see under the mass of hair and cloak. Red sparks flown off and around the creature, as if it had just came from a burning fire. Yet there obviously was none here. Danny stared until the creature towered over him, craning its head. A hand, boney and white like the beak, reached into the dark mass of its cloak and pulled out a tag that dropped down in front of Danny. Danny stared at the tag, it was blank but the rope was gold. He stared back at the creature. "Uhhhh... Hi?" The creature seemed to snort in amusement. "Hello, child." "So.. what's this?" "Your ticket." "Ticket to where." "Back to where you belong." Danny blinked, distrustful of the strange creature. "Like.. back home?" "Home is a broad term child. As here I would call your home." "Yeah no, definitely not what I would call home, uh.. no offense?" Danny glancing around. It was a wasteland. "None taken." The creature said, hand still holding the tag out, patiently. Danny stared at the tag again, before hesitantly reaching to grab it. a butterfly etched on the tag before his eyes. The creature spoke again. "Fate is a curious thing, my child. Yours quite so." Danny furrowed his brows confused. This felt.. familiar.. "Deja vu.. Have.. we met?" "Indeed." Danny glanced back down as the butterfly peeled off the tag and the tag disintegrated in his hand, turning into golden ash. The butterfly flew around the black hair teen, before fluttering in the distance. It begged Danny to follow. Danny made steps to follow it, but then stopped. He slowly turned back towards the creature, to see it hadn't moved. Danny glanced at the butterfly again and then back at the creature. "Are... There has to be a catch, right?" "Nothing you hadn't given up before, my child." Danny frowned at that, swallowing lump in his throat. "That is?" "The way across." Danny flinched as blizzard blew hard around him, surrounding him in a blinding swirl of snow and ice... only to fade into sunlight. He blinked, finding himself ankle deep in ocean water.. a shore rested behind him as butterfly danced above the sand. The creature was no where to be seen, as warm sunlight rested on Danny's face. It was only clear skies that was reflected on the waters surface, making the ocean look far bigger than it had any right too. Endless. Golden butterfly smacking Danny in the face, getting his attention and flew back to shore. Danny frowned at it, glancing back at where he thought the creature was previously. Someone he met before. Who could it be? Danny heard voices calling him in the distance, back to land. "Sam. Tuck. Jazz." He whispered their names, turning away from the endless see as he marched back to shore. His mind still going back to the creature as he forced himself to follow the butterfly. Wondering what it had meant. The way across? The sea? Where had they met? He never been to a place like this.. had he? surely he would remember- Stepping onto shore, a memory flooded back. The pain that felt endless, screaming for it to stop and then it disappearing as if he never felt it in the first place. Danny had died... not only once but- A blinding light encased him as he glanced back at the endless sea. Seeing only a faded smudge of black. He couldn't crossover... He had given up his- Danny gasped, shaking in pain as he coughed. Trying to get air back into his lungs. Everything hurt. He gritted his teeth as he sat up- only to be tackled to the ground. "DANNY!!! We thought you-!" "DON'T SCARE US LIKE THAT AGAIN, DANIEL JAMES FENTON!" "Sheesh I know we joke about what your tombstone say but I REALLY didn't want to see it through!" Danny wheezed in pain as he felt heavy weight of his sister and two closest friends squeeze him up in their arms. He tried to shove them off, coughing. "IM FINE-now *COUGH* get off before I really end up in the ground." They sat back, as they all realized what they did, grimacing. Danny scratched back of his head and then looked down at his chest as his skin rebuilt itself. Damn... that blast did knock him out cold. Wait no.. it did.. more didn't it? He had a dream.. that.. Danny couldn't remember, he just cracked a grin at his friends. "I'm ho-" "Don't you dare say it." "....ly." Danny phased through a shoe thrown his way.

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sofasoap · 8 months

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Jazz club

Pairing: John Price x F!Medic! Reader (call sign : Chameleon)

Summary: Sometimes it's hard to keep focus.

Warning: M Theme. Innuendoes. Alcohol use.

A/N: as mention previously in my Little secret series, Reader is from immigrant/non-Caucasian background. I know nothing about military.

Part of the Memory in a Fragrance series Part of Little secret series

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Flood light dims, spotlights illuminate the lone figure standing centre of the stage.

Soft intro chords on the piano were joined in by your soft yet powerful voice cutting through the droning chatter of the room. Sequin on the dress shimmering with the sway of the hip, your hands softly grasping the microphone on the stand as you moved into the chorus, pouring all your emotion of the song.

All attention was on you. The conversations came to a halt. One by one, heads turning towards the stage, club patrons were entranced by your performance.

Including a man hidden in the dark corner of the room, a cigar in one hand, tumblr glass filled with some sort of liqueur in another, you noticed his eyes fixed right on you the moment you stepped onto the stage.

You tried hard to focus on the audience in front of you, scanning across the room, searching for someone. Yet you couldn’t help yourself coming back to the man, Even from a distance, the intensity of his stare flip a switch on inside you, lighting a fire in your core.

Your eyes close as you reach the end of the song, letting the audience's applause and cheering wash over you.

Sound of the band starting with the chattering noise arising again in the club, pulling you back into the zone, you decided to make your way off the stage, approaching the man.

He seems to be slightly surprised with the way his eyes widened for a split second, and composed himself, ready for your approach.

“Hello stranger. Here alone?” Tilting your head down slightly, you flash him a sultry smile as you come to a stop right in front of him.

“I am waiting for someone.” Man in the dark corner rumbled in his husky baritone voice, not giving much emotion away, or at least you think he is trying hard to keep his composure.

Putting on an exaggerated pout and tapping your lip with your finger, “who might that be?” you asked with feign innocence.

“My wife. She promised to join me for a drink later on. Once she is finished with her… official business.” Voice is still controlled and steady, but his unabashed desire is evident as he scans your body up and down with ocean blue eyes.

“Oh. I am sure she wouldn’t mind you having some company in the meantime.” Not waiting for his reply, you lower yourself into his lap, looping your arms around his neck.

As you lean closer to him, the heady smell of the cigar and whisky hits your senses, mixed with his leathery yet sweet smelling cologne. You hummed as you moved your hips around, trying to find a comfortable position, also teasing him. “You have a very beautiful voice.” He purred as you felt one of his hands pull you in tighter against him, the other slipping through the split of your dress, sliding in towards your inner thigh, edging closer towards your dripping core.

“So does my husband say, especially when I call out his name in bed.” Undo the top two buttons, you slip your hand into the gap, scratching lightly on his chest and play with his chest hair.

“Chameleon. Price. Time to stop ….. Whatever little game the two of you are playing. Enough of the teenage flirting and get on with the mission. Target spotted on the other side of the room, in the VIP booth. ” Ghost’s voice crackles through the comm, annoyed.

You threw your head back with a laugh. Leaning closer to your husband’s neck, to speak into the microphone, you feel the goosebump and slight shiver of his body as you deliberately ghosting your lip over his ear lobe;

“I am sorry Ghost that you are not enjoying this little show we are putting on, Surely someone else will entertain you more at home.” Hearing other team members’ cackling and Ghost’s grumbling as you pull your own ear piece off and give your husband a light kiss on the lip before standing up, demeanour changes as you switch your focus to the mission.

“Bravo 5-6. Going dark.”

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wangxianficfinder · 9 months

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Fic Finder

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1. Hi! I'm looking for a fic which was about LWJ and his feelings about relation WWX&LSZ. It was post-canon fic. LWJ felt hurt because Sizhui was formal while speaking to him meanwhile he treated WWX like parent, calling him Baba (or other word but with the same meaning)or joking with him etc. LWJ haven't told anyone. I remember that they were going to nighthunt but LWJ fainted and that's how WWX noticed that sth is wrong. WWX told Sizhui sth like "your father miss you"

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2. Hi, I was wondering if you know a fanfic where it’s like during war time,wei ying and nie mingjue get together and than add lan zhan to the mix. Thank you @chloecov4506

FOUND? Bruises be damnded red and green by amykissthedark (T, 44k, WWX/NMJ, wangxian, NMJ/WWX/LWJ, canon divergence, everyone lives au, character study, PTSD, trauma, canon-typical behavior, pining, blood & gore, YLLZ WWX, golden core reveal, sunshot campaign, warnign: JGS, polyamory, fix-it, slow burn, WIP) not sure but it could potentially be this one. At least the description reminds me of this one

FOUND? Better Things to Do with a Flute in Wartime by Anonymous (E, 365k, MingXian, WangXianJue, Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, Magical Healing Cock, Dual Cultivation, mild Dom/Sub, Undernegotiated Kink, Golden Core Reveal, Breathplay, Choking, Painplay, Subdrop, Topdrop, Major Character Injury, Canon Divergence, What-If, Temperature Play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fisting, Spanking, PTSD, Trauma, Self-Harm, (in the pursuit of cultivational badassery))

FOUND? An Elegant Solution by giraffeter (E, 205k, niewangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fix-it, everyone lives au, courtship, polyamory, smut)

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3. Hey! Hope you guys are doing well.

I was looking for this fanfic where the sects send their heirs to vanquish the Yiling Patriarch, but none of them return. Even Lan Sizhui goes missing, and Jin Ling takes matters into his own hands and goes to find the Yiling Patriarch himself because he's grieving.

So he goes there but the situation is entirely different. All the sect heirs are at Burial Mounds safe and dound they just didn't go back because of all the responsibilities their parents have for them.

Also, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are actually together, and Wangji just sent Sizhui because the teen misses his other baba. And so when Jin Ling gets to know and Lan Wangji comes and they establish them as a new sect and all that jazz.

I'm not sure if the fix is actually complete. But please find this for me cuz I really really love the feels in this fic. @poetic-writes

FOUND! Safe in the Arms of a Demon by Starlight1395 (G, 19k, JC & JL & WWX, wangxian, LJY/LSZ, canon divergence, angst w happy ending, hurt/comfort, WWX doens’t die instead quarantines in BM, WWX adopts every child he sees, uncle nephew bonding)

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4. help to find a fic please. So there was this Wangxian fic, where Lan Wangji is rescued after being tortured. I don't think it was very long; probably on the shorter side. One quirk I remember is the narration being in second person, though I don't know if I'm remembering correctly. There was a mention of sea glass near the end of the fic. That's all the details I remember. Please help me find the fic.

I think #4 is one of those mer type fics, where lan zhan is held hostage and either his scales are being harvested for medicine or he's tortured to give tears, I have to research some more , but does the requestor think it could be along those lines ?

FOUND? ocean eyes by bunnylan (weiyingpretty) (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Human WWX, mermaid LWJ, Childhood Friends, Memory Magic, Getting Back Together, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Love, Hurt/Comfort, First Meetings, Mutual Pining, Temporary Amnesia) tho I don't know if this is 2nd person narration ?

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5. Hi!! I'm looking for a fic where lwj is a fanfic writer and wwx was a podficer? is that the word? anyways that's all I remember from it because I only read the summary :')

FOUND! Your Words, My Voice by AverageFandomEnjoyer (T, 5k, wangxian, modern, canon divergence, fluff, kissing, pining, falling in love, writer LWJ, podficcer WWX, meet-cute, minor miscommunication) and has a podfic! :)

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6. Could you please help me find a colored-blood fic? It was canon divergent, where people with golden cores had golden blood (and normal people had normal red blood). After the core transfer WWX’s blood slowly turns back to red and he has to be careful not to get injured or it will show that he lost his core. In that scene after he is revived JC doesn’t whip him, WWX pretends to be MXY and shows his red blood to “prove” it. I am dying to read this again! It was most likely on ao3.

FOUND? who cares when you're gone by camellialice (M, 22k, WangXian, Hades (Video Game) Fusion, Canon-Typical Levels of Self-Sacrifice, Canon-Typical Levels of Spitting Up Blood, Canon-Typical Levels of Pining) this is a bit of a stretch, but 'who cares when you're gone' by camellialice on ao3 might be #6 on the fic finder. it has the gold blood / red blood thing but not the mo xuanyu part of the ask.

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7. Hi can you help me find a fic I read a couple of years ago? It was a modern au where all the sect heirs were sent to another planet/alternate reality (?) for some kind of reality TV show. I think JGS was behind it but for some reason also sent JZX. I remember that NMJ is killed while they are trying to escape and WWX stays behind alone to allow the rest to escape. He has to survive in a wintery wilderness until the others manage to rescue him. Thanks for your help. @i-amnotawriter

FOUND? and from our own/live to ourselves by betweentheheavesofstorm (M, 105k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fantasy, Reality TV, Arctic Survival, Blood Magic, Blood and Gore, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Harm, Bloodletting, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Animal Death, Hunting, Mild Sexual Content)

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8. helluu! i have this one fic that i really want to re-read, but i cant find it for the life of me. i remember it was pretty long and so well written so i really hope you can help. what i remember is it took place during (after?) the guanyin temple arch, and i think JGY forced WWX to make a time travel array for him. dont remember much but i belive WWX LXC NHS and JC end up sacrificing themselves to get the array working and they send back the junior quartet to the time of Jin Lings one month anniversary party (i just remember random facts from here and there) but i think the try to fix things up with jin zixuan’s death so it doesn’t happen..? i hope any of that makes sense. could you please help me find it? @constant-brainrot-24-7

FOUND? ❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

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9. Hi! It's me again hahaha.

I was reading a fic and suddenly I remembered another fic, but I can't find it in my bookmarks. It's a Canon Divergence where WQ transfer the half of the golden core back to WWX with the permission of JC.

I hope you can help me, thanks ☺️. @wangxiansgirl

FOUND! The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou ( E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)

Not FOUND in this place where we don't have a prayer by Cerusee, Mikkeneko (T, 42k, WangXian)

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10. 👋Hello! I'm a big fan of your blog! ❤️ I've seen that you help to find fics and I'd like to ask for help to find one. 🙏

It's a Wangxian and takes place after the war ¿? 🤔 I think. I remember that Lan Zhan has to accumulate power in his golden core and then transfer it to Wei Ying.

And Idk if it's the same fanfic, I think not, but Lan Zhan has to create a second golden core for Wei Ying.

I'm sorry, that's all I can remember. I have a terrible memory. Please help 🙏😔

FOUND? 🧡 Discarded by teawater (E, 141k, WIP, WangXian, Lots of Angst, Hurt/Comfort, YLLZ WWX, Golden Core Reveal, Case Fic, Depression, Family Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Worth Issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Multiple, BAMF WWX, dubious morals in the Lan sect, Feels, Pining, Grief, Fix-It, BAMF LWJ) I remember a scene where LWJ gives WWX the second core he slowly grew over the years specifically for him in this one? - Mod C

FOUND? these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, Golden Core Transfer, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, …eventually, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Mutual Pining, like really unreasonable amounts of pining, Slow Burn) i'm not sure about the details, but maybe this fits? iirc lwj starts cultiivating a new core during sunshot and gives it to wwx right after

FOUND? three surgeries and a mercy kill by MarbleGlove (T, 11k, Medical Procedures, Demonic Cultivation, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

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11. Hi,This fic has the whole group thinking wei ying commited suicide but actually he ran away thinking everyone hates him and living in streets. Accidentally meets Lanzhan in a coffee shop who feels connected to him even though LZ thinks he is Mo xuanyu. starts taking care of him and the huisang plots to reveal weiying to all so things happen.LZ is super protective and its super angsty. Also LZ sleepwalks. Know the fic? @mridhu6

FOUND! Where You Fell by Sweet_William (E, 303k, wangxian, 3zun, NHS/JC, JYL/JZX, modern, coffee shop au, angst w happy ending, homeless au, pining, getting together, slow burn, implied/referenced child abuse, suicidal thoughts, self-esteem issues, autistic character, WWX has ADHD, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, implied/referenced sex work, implied/referenced substance abuse) but i dont remember reading about some of the details the asker mentioned, so it might not be the same fic

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12. Hello! Read a fic a couple months ago and have been scouring the internet to find it for the past week. (My apologies for the very bad recalling of what happened in the fic) Anyway, basic plot points that i remember was wwx had been asked to paint lwj bedroom walls and was given a key to his apartment (fairly sure they were already friends before this tho) also lwj had a pet rabbit that wwx would often feed. Sorry! I know there's not much to work with it for finding fic but I'd really appreciate @mopdopplophop

FOUND? show me a quiver, give me tonight by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 115k, wangxian, modern, artist au, communication failure, pining, angst w happy ending, demisexual WWX, mentioned past LWJ/OMCs, eventual smut, gossip, getting together, crack treated seriously, friends to friends w benefits to lovers, WWX pov)

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13. Hi! I'm trying to find a fic I've read a while ago. On that fic, an old person at Yilling confuses Wwx with a woman, and gives him a discount because they think he's a young woman who was abandoned with her son by her husband. Wwx starts dressing as a woman to gain people's sympathy and get discounts. He accidentally describes his husband as being Lwj, and when Lwj goes to Yilling people all but siege him because they think he's the scoundrel who abandoned his wife and son.

FOUND? Mother Knows Best by misbehavingvigilante (M, 12k, wangxian, canon divergence, crossdressing, food issues, gender identity, gender noncomforming, trans WWX, poverty)

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14. A) Hi, I'm trying to find a fic where its female wei ying who becomes pregnant with twins and is perilously I'll so lan zhan volunteers to marry her but something about a caravan attacked by jin and her becoming so I'll happens.. any idea

B) Hi, I'm trying to find a fic where wei ying is disguised as lan zhans bride fo be and weirdly makes friends with lan Quiren by being he model in law? @quxxnrandonmness27

14B)

FOUND? Wei Wuxian, Who’s That? by bumbledees (T, 48k, wangxian, crossdressing, pining, sibling feels)

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15. Hi could you help me find this fic, I think it's been deleted

I know the summary went like this

Wei Wuxian begins weakly, but Lan-laoshi, cruel as he is, continues speaking.“Well? I have provided you with three choices. You move, you act, or you let Wangji tutor you after school.” Lan-laoshi raises an eyebrow. “I, of course, recommend option two, as it would solve everyone’s problems, but alas. Teenagers.”He should choose to move classes. Lan-laoshi is right – it would help him focus, and it would help his grades, and Madam Yu would be less disappointed in him than she usually is. And Lan Wangji would be rid of him, which would undoubtedly make him more comfortable in his own damn class.But Wei Wuxian is weak. And horrible, and selfish, and so he chooses the third option. “Lan Wangji,” he says, turning to him with pleading eyes, “Lan-er-gege, light of my life – would you terribly mind tutoring me after school?”

Any help would be appreciated @imgonnablogtheworldtodeath

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16. Hi so i read this fic but i cant remember its name.this is a fic in which wangxian adopt a abused ayuan .he was abused by xue yang i think.and they adopt him and ayuan still has that trauma but slwlu overcomes it @rosy1324

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17. Hii for the next fic finder pls help me with a story where

wwx gets de aged (post canon) and doesn’t remember that Jiang Yanli is dead but he gets happy to see jin Ling even says something about JY to him (that he should address him better cause he’s his nephew). Then he goes to lotus pier because he wants to be with JC but he starts remembering more things and is sent back to cloud recess. The more the time pases the more he remembers and he gets where he remembers the wens, he’s happy to see Sizhui but discontented with the fact that after all he dies.

After that, His body kind of shuts down (replicating the years that was dead) and lwj has to keep passing energy so he doesn’t die and after a week or something he finally wakes up with full memory of what happened.

Thank you!! 💙💙

FOUND? Rewritten by yamadori (Katsumi27) (G, 6k, wangxian, JC & WWX, age regression/de-aging, hurt/comfort)

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18. Fic Finder for a twitter thread fic? It was Modern AU, LQR POV, and he was Convinced WWX was abusive toward LWJ. LWJ gets very sick and isn't answering LQR's phonecalls, and LQR assumes WWX is isolating LWJ from his family; it's implied LWJ had actually pulled away from LQR because of LQR's behavior. WWX and LWJ owned a farm with the wens and were raising a-Yuan. LQR goes to the farm for the first time and ends up seeing how much WWX cares for LWJ. @lewiscarrolatemybrain

FOUND? Twitter thread by enigmatree

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19. Hi! Can you help me find a fic? it is a time travel fic wherein Wangxian, Ayuan, Xicheng time traveled in the middle of Past wwx and jzx's fight? Yilling Laozu was hurt and he's craddling ayuan. There's also a part where the past characters thought HGJ and YLL were married and had a child which is Ayuan. It is also not Xicheng friendly if I remembered correctly. Thank you! @sandralyne07

FOUND? How did I end up with this Frozen Heart? by Grace_ShadowWolf (TaubeLePigeon) (T, 53k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, YP!WWX, twin prides of yunmeng are horrified at the relationship between their future selves, YP!WWX has short hair, Canon Divergence, Self-Indulgent, wangxian get together early, Songfic, JC Bashing, LXC Bashing)

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20. Hello! I’m looking for a fic where I think WWX was a dragon or fox who imprinted on LWJ and refused to leave him. I don’t remember much but I think there was a scene where LXC says he can’t do anything about it because dragons/foxes are celestial beings and that LWJ should study some books… or something like that.

FOUND? To lurk, to lie in wait by trippednfell (M, 124k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Huli Jing, strangers to co-parents to lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Dragons, Kid Fic, teenage juniors, background NieLan, Angst with a Happy Ending, Case Fic, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Not Really Character Death, Fox Spirit WWX, Dragon LWJ, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

#20 sounds like a fic where Wei ying was a literal tiny noodle dragon 🐉 that literally imprinted on lan zhan and would ride on his shoulders and go to classes with him lol and they had to research how to get him back to human form. Wei ying apparently was messing around with arrays or something and sumoned and then was trapped by a celestial dragon being form. they fix it and then Wei ying becomes human and wakes up in bed with lan zhan lol

FOUND? Strange Magic by Sabinasan (T, 18k, wangxian, Alternate Universe, Cursed WWX, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Possessive WWX, Protective WWX, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hair Brushing)

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evandarya · 2 years

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Inflatable Unicorn Surprise

{Read on AO3}

"'Come to the beach, they said. 'It'll be fun they said." Danny grumbled as he stomped down the hotel hallway. "Yeah, NOT!" Danny's parents had been invited to an engineering conference in Florida, and Danny had been forced to come along. After spending all morning helping his parents set up their booth he was finally freed to go to the beach. He let himself into the hotel room, changed into his swim trunks, and grabbed his towel before heading back out.

Danny hit the elevator call button and waited as it made its way down. When the doors opened he was met with an inflatable unicorn.

"Um." The unicorn shifted and Danny could see the person holding it, a tall man with black hair and dark shades. Next to him was a shorter teen, also with black hair and dark glasses pushed up on his head. Danny felt his breath catch in his throat. This guy was hot!

"Oh, sorry!" The man said, pushing the unicorn into the corner of the elevator, leaving just enough room for Danny to get in.

"I told you to have Jay carry it down the stairs." The teen said, typing on his phone.

"He barely agreed to come, I didn't want to piss him off." The man said before turning to Danny. "Are you headed to the beach?"

"Yeah, I need to work on my tan," Danny said, holding out his arm. He knew he was paler than most. The man laughed and nudged the teen beside him.

"Look, Timmy. He's as pale as you."

Timmy looked up from his phone and paused for a moment before putting his phone away and holding his arm up beside Danny's. Danny compared their arms and blinked.

"How are you paler than me? I didn't know that was possible." Danny said.

Timmy huffed a laugh. "That's what's called a 'pro gamer move.'"

Danny couldn’t help it, he laughed. “You’ll have to teach me your ways sometime,” he said just as the elevator doors opened. Danny stepped out of the elevator followed by the other two.

“There you guys are. I’ve been waiting here for ten minutes.” Danny turned toward the rough voice and paused for just a second. There was something slightly off about the man. Not just the patch in his hair that looked a bit too white, or the green in his eyes that was just a bit too vivid to be natural. No, something about this man caused Danny’s core to shudder with a sense of wrongness.

“It’s been five minutes, tops, Jay” Timmy was saying, but Danny didn’t stick around to hear it. He needed to get away from ‘Jay’.

***

“There you are! Did mom and dad keep you busy?” Jazz asked, setting her book aside when Danny flopped down next to her under the umbrella.

“Like you wouldn’t believe. I didn’t think I’d ever get out of there.” Danny scanned the beach, spotting Dani out in the water. She had been so excited to hunt for sand dollars that he wasn’t sure how they would get her out of the ocean. “See anything interesting?”

“Not really, just the normal beach stuff,” Jazz said. “Except, that kid has been here as long as I have by himself.” She pointed to a kid, probably Dani’s age, sitting by himself under an umbrella. “I’ve been keeping an eye on him, just to make sure nothing happens.”

“Looks like his family made it,” Danny said. The boy had gotten up to wave down… “Oh, ancients.”

“What, what is it?” Jaz said.

“Those guys, with the inflatable unicorn?” Jazz looked around until she spotted them and nodded. “They were on the elevator. Something is weird with the guy with white in his hair.”

“Weird like Amity weird?”

“Yeah, like Amity weird. I just get a bad feeling about him.”

“Is he a ghost?”

“No, not a ghost, but something liminal for sure.”

“We’ll just avoid them, then.” Jazz said. Danny agreed. Even though Timmy was hot and Danny wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. Something was off with Jay.

***

“Something is off with that kid,” Jason said, patting more sand into the bucket. He'd never actually made a sandcastle before, something that Dick had seen as a grave oversight. Jason didn’t care, but if making the stupid castle would get him off his back he was willing to do it.

“Off how?” Dick asked, digging out a moat.

“I don’t know. Something…” He didn’t know how to explain it, but when he saw the kid the pit surged in a way it hadn’t done for years. But not with anger. “It feels like when I’m on patrol and I see a kid who needs help.”

“Jay, that’s a whole teenager. He was flirting with Timmy in the elevator. I don’t think he needs help.” Jason just hummed, unconvinced. Dick sighed. “If it makes you feel better, we can go talk to them, but just to make sure they are safe. We are on vacation, so no working. That means you, too, Tim.”

“I’m not working, I’m texting Kon,” Tim said, from his perch on the ridiculous unicorn Dick had bought. “Barbara geo-locked me out of everything else.”

“I, for one, do not require downtime,” Damian said. “I was trained-”

“Since you were three to perform perfectly on no sleep. Yes, we know.” Tim said, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. Damian leveled a glare at him but Tim ignored it. Jason sighed. He had missed their more violent meetings, but from what he has heard those two will be at each other’s throats until the end of time.

“The only question is how are we going to get closer to them without raising suspicions?” Dick asked. Tim launched into some convoluted plan that Jason was not listening to at all. Instead, he got up and started digging in their beach bag until he found the deflated beach ball. It only took a minute to blow it up. That done he took it over to where Dick was still sitting by the castle.

Jason tossed the ball into the air, took careful aim, and- “Heads up!” The ball soared and landed smack dab in the middle of the two, exactly where he wanted it to go.

“That works, too,” Tim said, getting up off the unicorn and following him.

“I’m sorry about that.” He said, eyeing the girl holding his ball. She had startling teal eyes and long red hair and he wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He took the ball back from her. “Are you two alright?” Jason asked.

“We’re fine, thanks for asking,” she said, standing and brushing sand from her legs.

"Hey, you're that kid from the elevator. We didn't get to meet properly before. I'm Jason, and these are my brothers Dick, Tim, and Damian." He said, gesturing to them.

The boy stood, giving him a wary look before saying. "I'm Danny, this is my sister, Jazz."

"Is it just the two of you here?" Dick asked with a smile.

"Our other sister is out there, looking for sand dollars." Jazz said, pointing out to the ocean. Jason could just make out a head bobbing with the waves.

"Sand dollars?" Damian wondered aloud. "Those shells they sell at the gift shops?"

"Yeah," Danny said. "Dani had never heard of them before and when she learned they were animals she wanted to see a live one."

"Drake, give me your phone. I need to see these creatures." Damian said, snatching Tim's phone from him.

"I thought you were Danny?" Tim asked, he was grappling with Damian for his phone back.

"I'm Danny-with-a-y, she's Dani-with-an-i," Danny said with a grin. Jason would bet they kept their names similar on purpose, just to confuse people.

"Your parents named you both Danny?" Dick asked.

Danny snorted. "Says the man who willingly goes by 'Dick'."

Jazz smacked her brother on the back of the head, and Jason hid his smile. He was liking these two more and more.

"Drake," Damian said from his place in the sand. "I need to go hunt these creatures. They can't really look like this."

Tim looked at the phone screen and wrinkled his nose. "How is that not an alien?"

"That is what I want to figure out," Damian said, handing the phone back to Tim and heading toward the water.

"Tim, go with him. Make sure he doesn't try to bring anything home." Dick said.

Tim groaned. "Fine, but I'm taking the unicorn."

"I'll come, too. Dani's probably got a bag full of shells by now." Danny said, trailing after Tim.

"I'm going to go get some snacks," Dick said before running off.

"We've been abandoned." Jazz said, sitting down again and picking up her book. Jason sat down next to her.

"Rude of them."

"'Is not general incivility the very essence of love?'"

"Pride and Prejudice?" Jason asked.

"It's my favorite book." Jazz said, showing him the cover of a well-loved copy.

"No shit? Mine too!"

***

"Your brother, Jason," Danny started, "He wouldn't happen to have a motorcycle, would he?"

Tim glanced at the boy over his shades. Danny was hanging off the unicorn float, presumably keeping them from floating out to sea, while Tim lay on the float.

"Yeah, actually. Why?"

"Jazz is a goner, then. She can't resist a man with scars and a motorcycle."

Tim hummed. "What about you?"

"What? What kind of man can't I resist?" Danny asked with a grin. "I don't know."

"Danny likes feral rat boys!" Dani called from a few feet away. Danny responded by splashing his little sister, but she ducked under the waves.

"If you intend to court Drake," Damian chimed in, "you should be aware that he is more of a domesticated raccoon than a feral rat."

"Danny hasn't gotten any since his boyfriend broke up with him two months ago. I don't think he's picky." Dani said.

Tim saw a dangerous look pass over Danny's face before he disappeared silently beneath the surface.

"Where'd he go?" Dani scanned the waves, turning around on the spot. There was no warning before she suddenly went under with a curse. Danny came up first, grinning and shaking the water from his hair, and Dani followed a second later, coughing and sputtering. "Jerk!" She exclaimed, splashing him.

"Can you get Damian next? I owe him for that raccoon comment." Tim said, grinning. Danny flashed a sharp grin and sunk into the water again.

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The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga

First: You are here

Next: Chapter 2

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman (DC)

Specifically, Halfa!Trio Au crossover with Batman

Current Characters: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Jason Todd

Summary: Forced to attend a gala by her parents as she is every year, Sam Manson was resigned to suffer through the stifling three-night gala until something pulled at her core. The something turned out to be a someone. Just who is Jason Todd and can the trio gain enough of his trust and help him before his struggling proto-core collapses?

👻 {Chapter 1 Below!)

Danny groaned within the confines of his mind, exasperation and irritation and just a bit of fear welling up in his chest.

His disgruntlement did not go unacknowledged. Danny wasn’t alone, even in his mind, and he hadn’t been for quite some time. Somewhere in Amity Park Tucker sent a wave of comfort in return, and he too was uneasy of the trip Danny’s eccentric parents had forced him to accompany them on.

Sam, on a plane to Gotham, had her own problems and replied with a simple vague sentiment akin to ‘what can you do’ with less words. Her weariness seeped into it, making it feel quite resigned. It was as though she was awaiting some awful fate she’d long accepted and… no, that's exactly what it was.

Tucker broke the relative silence across the link with an unrepentant, “At least one of us is going to survive to Christmas.”

Danny responded with the impression of bashing his own head onto a wall and Sam began to seethe. Despite her best efforts, her mind circled back to the annual gala her parents demanded she attend alongside them. It was hosted by a different snob every year, and while the scenery might have been different, the atmosphere was always the same. Without fail it would be simmering with thinly concealed flaunting and heavy with thick lies pasted atop one another.

Sam wished she could tell her parents no. She wished she didn’t have to do this. She would never voice those complaints and misgivings about the Christmas gala ever again, and not just because of Desiree.

Every year Sam wanted to scream and every year she smiled and let her parents pick her outfits and acted like the perfect daughter. She couldn’t afford to be anything less at the Christmas galas and it made her want to hurl at the plastic cutout she endured becoming for those horrid days. Hurl, or commit a murder.

“I’m doomed. You’ll have to break me out of jail,” Sam muttered in her mind as the second option grew in appeal. “I swear these rich assholes get dumber every year.”

“And my parents get more insane,” Danny added gloomily.

There was a hint of something from Tucker that Sam could tell wasn’t thought out and she mentally kicked him before he could put his metaphorical foot in his unphysical mouth. Tucker swatted her in retaliation but understood, switching tracks.

“Uh… yeah. That sucks. But we’re halfway through our junior year and then one more year before we’re free from our parents!” Tucker tried to comfort. Danny’s gloom lightened ever so slightly.

For a few minutes, Sam looked out the window and imagined that she was going anywhere else to do anything else. There was a growing serene calm shared across the link, the tinges of uncertainty ebbing away. She could hear keys clacking away as Tucker typed and she could feel affection for Jazz from Danny as he texted her.

And then Mr. Fenton startled Danny and unveiled a new anti-ghost device and Danny’s mood plummeted like a twelve ton rock to the bottom of the ocean.

Tucker winced and tried to think of any joke that wasn’t a pun to lighten the mood.

Sam sighed. It was going to be a long, long break.

👻 {Boo!)

All too soon the plane landed and Sam zoned out while her parents immediately fought over what she should wear like they hadn’t ordered whatever the clothes were weeks ago. Sam had mentally checked out for self preservation the moment she stepped foot off of the plane. This wasn’t her first rodeo and she had the act down pat. Giggle when she was supposed to as her parents showed her off and stand silently behind them when they weren’t. At the seamstress or at the hotel lobby chatting with other rich people, the script was the same. It wouldn’t change for the gala either.

At least the previous two years hadn’t been as horrible with Danny and Tucker a mere thought away.

The days dragged like an ant crawling through molasses and then the dreaded day arrived. The first night of the gala. Wayne Manor was old, she noted as their limo drew nearer. She could appreciate the architecture at least, and maybe such an old house had a ghost. At least that would be interesting.

Danny pointed out that she didn’t have a thermos.

She quietly conceded his point and wished for something regardless while she smiled blankly as her parents greeted Bruce, the host of the gala this year. With a polite greeting of her own the Mansons departed from the entrance and swept into the manor.

Straight away her parents engaged in some conversation and Sam stood a step behind them. Allowing herself one sad, longing look towards the quiet corners of the room, Sam bitterly wondered why the Christmas galas made her parents fanatical every year. They let her get away with whatever she wanted within reason the rest of the year, but as soon as Christmas was involved they expected her to be a doll.

With that last break of character she let a calm wash over her, perfected from years of galas, and let her perfect daughter mask snap firmly into place.

“At least they’re only like this once a year,” Tucker commented, trying to look at the positives.

Sam agreed. If they were so controlling year round then she was sure she’d have run away from them.

“And at least the fruitloop is a shut in,” Danny added. The three shuddered at the thought of Vlad at the gala, Sam in particular. She didn’t want to handle him alone. Even between the three of them it was tricky to drive him off sometimes, never mind one on one.

The clock ticked on at an agonizing pace. Eventually her parents sent her off to dance with the son of some CEO they were chatting with and she used the opportunity to escape after the dance. So long as her parents didn’t see her doing anything “unseemly” then she’d be golden for the rest of the night. She made her way over to a relatively secluded corner and cursed at the dress limiting her movements. Just walking felt like a chore in the wretched thing. Sam might have come from a family with money but she rarely dressed it.

“Mission accomplished for the night,” she told the boys. “If I have to dance in these heels one more time…”

“You’ve almost made it through,” Danny encouraged her.

“And now you can scope out the room! Are there any cute girls?” Tucker prodded cheekily.

Before Sam could mentally reply a strange sensation washed over her. It felt like a gentle tug at her chest, at her core. Her lips parted and a faint golden-yellow mist emerged.

“Ghost. There’s a ghost here,” Sam said, head snapping up from her cup of stuff she technically shouldn’t have been drinking as she began scanning the room with a critical eye.

“Ask and you shall receive. You totally jinxed yourself Sam,” Danny said, though his concern belied the light comment.

“You can handle it,” Tucker added at her uneasiness. “You’re-“

“No, this is different. I- I feel something in my core,” Sam said with growing alarm as the feeling didn’t fade. “Guys…”

Now it wasn’t just Sam who felt alarmed but they knew by this point how to prevent a crippling spiral of positive feedback. Dread settled in her gut and Sam couldn’t even tell if it was hers.

“I think it’s tugging me,” Sam noted after a moment of observation. She stepped toward the crowd, toward the pull, and Tucker recoiled.

“Um, hello, reason here. Shouldn’t you not be heading toward it?” he said.

“But what if it’s hold on her core gets stronger? She needs to do something,” Danny pointed out.

“It doesn’t feel malicious so I’m assuming the worst. I might need you guys to pull me out of a mind trap,” Sam relayed as she weaved between the other guests.

There were twin nonverbal agreements from Tucker and Danny. Being connected to two other people usually meant that items and people looking to ensnare the mind needed to nab all three of them for anything to take effect, and for that Sam was grateful.

Sam paused as the pull led her to a wall. Wherever she was being led was outside of the main room. Glancing around, Sam spied a confectionery table and she ducked behind it. Without a thought she turned herself intangible and invisible and walked through the wall, following the pull. After several rooms, some occupied by guests and some not, Sam came across a balcony.

Hunched over the railings was someone wearing a tux. Sam couldn’t see anything spectral about him and that put her on guard more than anything. The ones that were strong enough to appear perfectly human were the ones that always brought the most trouble. She stepped into the empty hall and dropped the ghostly aspects from her human form.

“Are you alright?” she asked. That was usually a good way to start with nonviolent ghosts.

The person stiffened and whirled around. The first thing that Sam noticed was the tuft of white atop his head and the second thing-

A small cry for help. The tug increased and it almost felt like it wanted to yank her core out of her chest. She swallowed thickly and stood her ground.

He narrowed his eyes at her ever so slightly.

“Fine,” he replied curtly after a moment.

Sam scowled in return, a spark of temper rising. “Obviously not.” As much as she’d wished for a ghost earlier she didn’t want to deal with one so late at night, especially not one that could do whatever this was to her core-

“Deep breaths Sam,” instructed Tucker.

Sam inhaled deeply.

Danny prodded her and she refocused on the ghost. He hated when their attention was away from potential dangers for too long.

“Sorry, I’m a bit short after dealing with,” Sam motioned in the direction of the main room, “all that. But seriously, what’s up?”

The ghost man scoffed and eyed her. “I’m not keen on spilling my guts to a stranger,” he said, voice barely above a hostile growl.

“Fair enough,” Sam said, appraising him. She was given the impression that he too found all the rich people business distasteful. Striding forward, she noted how he tensed as though he was ready to bolt at the drop of a hat. Thrusting her hand out in a very ill-bred manner and hoping it would put him at ease, she said, “I’m Manes.”

The man snorted. “Jason,” he said, accepting the handshake.

Several things became apparent one after another.

Firstly, she could feel his core as it reached for her. This ghost’s core was so weak, so fragile that it wasn’t even really a core. It was a proto-core, meaning that it wasn’t formed from a death, and this ghost shouldn’t even be outside of the Ghost-Zone. He was basically an infant.

Secondly, the hand was warm. Warm as a human hand was, warm like it was alive.

And with how solid the man was and how fragile the proto-core was, there was no way that he was a ghost.

Sam tried not to stare at the very human man who was also a baby ghost.

Jason raised a brow at her and she yanked her hand back like the contact burned when she realized that she’d been holding his hand for longer than what was polite.

Danny seemed to be coming to some conclusion as he turned the information around in his mind and Tucker was rooting through what they knew about ghost formation from some of his files.

“Are you sick?” she blurted. It was the only thing she could think of. If Jason was slowly dying and had something he was passionate enough about to become an obsession then it might be possible that a core had started forming.

Jason huffed out a puff of air that might have been a laugh. “No.” One of his hands made an aborted motion towards his side, like he was going to grab something and thought better of it. “I just got out here. Can’t I get even a moment to myself?” he complained.

She snorted. She would’ve been more than happy to leave him to his own devices and would have if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a baby ghost. “Guess not,” she replied instead.

“Is he a halfa?” Danny wondered.

Sam immediately refuted it, but Tucker wasn’t so sure.

“It’s better to check,” insisted Danny.

“How can we tell? I have no equipment,” Sam reminded them as she shifted her gaze out over the snowy trees surrounding the manor. Aloud to Jason she said, “This is a pretty spot.”

She was skeptical. They’d been told over and over how rare halfa were. Besides the three of them, Dani-with-an-i, and Vlad-the-supreme-fruitloop there were no others of their species. The common denominator, excluding Dani who had her own circumstances, was Fenton tech. Sam couldn’t fathom how Jason might have been exposed to a portal unless he was a clone. Turning, she looked him over again.

He was well built, likely had an active lifestyle, and had black hair and blue eyes. Sam found her own eyes drawn to the tuft of white on his head, and now that she thought about it, Vlad had a streak of white in both of his forms. Yet, Jason didn’t look like Vlad.

Tucker added that he could’ve been a test tube baby and you didn’t have to have one person for that.

“I don’t think he’s a Vlad experiment. Vlad would’ve never let him go, weak core or no,” Sam pondered.

“Unless he escaped,” Danny agreed.

“But then how’d he end up here?” asked Tucker. That was the most damning question, but life was stranger than fiction. However unlikely it was, they couldn’t discount it until they had proof.

There was a mental knock from Tucker and Sam let him in. He was seeing though her eyes, she could tell, and she made sure Tucker could see Jason’s face.

“Wait- that’s Jason Todd!” Tucker exclaimed with disbelief.

“Who?” Sam and Danny chorused.

“One of Bruce Wayne’s adopted sons. He supposedly died before he turned up alive. Or well, maybe he’s not so alive…”

Danny’s presence joined Tuckers in seeing through her eyes.

Sam was going to have to look into more Jason Todd later, but right now she was incredulous. “He might actually be like us?”

“Or maybe that’s just typical of resurrection?” Danny tentatively offered. “It’s not like we know if he really died or not. And we deal with the already dead. Have we ever even met a resurrected person? Can you really resurrect a person?”

“What do you mean, might be like us?” Jason asked. The hard edge to his voice was back.

“I’m going to tell him,” Sam decided.

Tucker agreed enthusiastically and Danny cautiously. Jason had a core, however faint, and that meant the Anti-Ecto Acts applied to him.

Sam looked around. “There’s no one nearby, right?”

“No, there isn’t,” Jason replied guardedly.

Sam squinted at him but decided to get on with it. “Alright. Look. You have a core. A weak one, granted, but that’s enough to get you captured and vivisected.”

“What the hell?” Jason asked, rearing back with wide eyes.

“I have your attention? Good,” Sam said, leaning toward him. “You really died, didn’t you? And when you came back you… well look. Ghosts are real, alright? And you are basically a baby ghost. It… your ghost part is basically screaming for help, that’s how I found you. But!” she said when he opened his mouth, likely to interject, “This means a set of laws called the Anti-Ecto Acts apply to you. By law you are not sentient, never mind other rights. If you get caught you’re toast.”

“Lady you’re insane,” Jason barked, stepping away from her. His core was agitated.

“I’m trying to keep you after-alive,” she corrected. “The government has these floozies called the Ghost Investigation Ward, but everyone calls them the Guys in White since they wear white. If you see them, run, alright? They’re the ones who will capture and hurt any ghost, even if you’re just minding your own business.”

Jason shook his head and inched into the hall. “How drunk are you?” he asked.

“Not at all. Listen, just be careful,” Sam sighed.

Without a backwards glance, Jason left her on the snowy balcony with a snickering Tucker and a pensive Danny.

“Dude, you scared him off,” Tucker chortled.

“I needed to give him the important stuff in case we never meet again,” Sam replied dryly. “Ghosts are hard to accept outside of Amity.”

”I think I’m going to look into how he died and how he might have been brought back,” Tucker announced. Sam could tell he’d already connected with his PDA and was delving into the web for preliminary information, looking for promising leads.

Danny was nervous but determined. “That’ll help us figure out what he is.”

“It is a new situation,” Sam thought to them as she peered down the hall.

With a sigh, Danny mentally flopped onto a floor. “I guess I could ask Frostbite about coming back to life and baby ghosts when I get back.”

Sam’s initial, knee jerk reaction was to object and say that they should all go together, but Tucker was already in Amity so Danny wouldn’t be alone.

The two would be fine.

Oh who was she kidding? This was Team Phantom she was thinking about. Something was bound to go awry and she was in no position to help them when the inevitable other shoe dropped.

White, misty condensation swirled in the air as Sam exhaled noisily. She hated this time of year with a passion.

👻 {Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.)

Next: Chapter 2

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Zora Worldbuilding Headcanons

Some core assumptions:

The BotW branch of the timeline is chronologically set AFTER the previous timeline, ie the events of ToTKs ancient past is set AFTER the last event of the Hyrule Historia timeline. essentially they all come back together to form one line that makes up ToTKs ancient era

The biggest effect on Hyrules topography was the flooding in Wind Waker. after an unknown point, the flooding ocean receded leaving behind the ruins of ancient Hyrule. at some point after that, the zonai settled parts of it and made the buildings wed see as ruins by the time of BotW. slowly the various tribes of hyrule immigrated back

all peoples within the setting of hyrule are loosely grouped into categories called tribes. in this sense, tribe refers a collection of peoples with shared traits, without anything concretely set in stone (for example, hyrule includes the tribe of hylians, the tribe of gorons, the tribe of koroks, etc etc. the main six who show up repeatedly can be considered the sage tribes (gerudo, hylian, sheikah, rito, goron, zora), and the various types of enemies can be considered the monster tribes (the blin tribe of bokoblin, moblin, bulblin, etc)

so with THAT in mind! heres shit that is almost entirely just Fun Background Context and worldbuilding that i mostly just rotate in my mind when working out events for that still-unnamed totk au

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now in convenient bullet point form because if i dont organize points somehow my adhd ass loses the plot. this might get edited and cleaned cuz im posting this at 3 am

the zora are the tribe most heavily associated with the element of water. elemental water concerns not just the physical aspect of water, but conceptually is associated with the concepts of flowing time and change. as such, the zora show the highest degree of adaptation and physical changes

by the time of ToTK there are three descendants of Old Timeline Zora: the rito, who adapted with the help of valoo to achieve flight, and inherited the element of wind and forest from the kokiri, the "river dwelling" zoras that make up the current Zoras Domain and include Sidon, and the "reef dwelling" zoras that are further east in the oceans bordering akkala and include Yona. there are more than these 3 (only two of which are still zora as the rito have branched off so much and so long ago they are considered their own separate tribe) but these are the ones with the strongest presence in hyrule

the zora are very familiar with their own adaptable nature, and physical differences between different zora are rarely remarked on as its a matter of course. this typically confuses non zora when one refers to the rito as their air dwelling cousins, but to a zora this seems as obvious as the sunrise. some zora just evolved to fly, its that easy. they may not be fishpeople but theyre still cousins. zora rarely elaborate on this connection as initial confusion is misconstrued as confusion with regards to a zoras adaptable nature in GENERAL and not the specific connection between the birdlike rito and the fishlike zora

zora, overall, work on clownfish gender rules. personal physical traits can morph based on overall population and secondary sex characteristics adapt and change as needed. zora gender presentation, therefore, is completely divorced from sex characteristics and considered a matter of personal identification. clothing is essentially just fun accessories to jazz up your appearance. as such gender roles in zora society exclusively refers to whos doing what in procreation, but extrapolating habits, presentation, or identifying characteristics from those roles is deeply confusing. similarly confusing is the idea of differentiating relationships based on gender or sex characteristics (to a zora, all marriage is gay marriage).

well accustomed to change, the zora typically take cultural differences in stride and are known for their adaptable and friendly nature, though a perspective drawing root from the biology of fish exacerbated by an elf-like long lifetime means theres been a fair share of well meaning confusion and misinterpretations on their part.

the exception being the zora post calamity where, having suffered catastrophic losses and the death of their beloved princess, the zora of the domain reacted in their grief by becoming isolationist and traditionalist, in an attempt to staunch the flow of despair that was sweeping their lands. sidons ascension both as the champions heir in botw and the sage of water in totk metaphorically heals these wounds, helping the zora as a people embrace the everflowing nature of time and the changes they bring, as we must risk pain to fight for our happiness. by digging in our heels and keeping away, we prevent anything from getting better, letting the water stagnate. though the current may sweep us away, only the flowing river brings new life.

the zora, being the tribe associated with the element of water, react incredibly strongly to its presence. this is most visible with zora royalty. ancient tradition dictates the spiritual stone of water, the zora sapphire, be used as a wedding gift by the royal heir. proximity to such a powerful source of elemental water causes the zora ruler to grow steadily larger and more powerful as they age, as the spiritual stone is used as their marriage token. this is why the zora king is typically a massive individual, combined with the zoras long lives, one can get absolutely MASSIVE. this connection is also why the zora ruler is so powerful, as seen in king dorephan physically throwing a guardian off a cliff

following up on this, most zora cannot cast magic. the implied gender dynamics in sidons questline in ToTK deeply aggravate me and, imo, cheapen Miphas skills as a champion, as yona and other female zora are seen performing the same healing magic mipha was known for, and then purifying water in sidons place (so why is he even doing it if he can just take shifts??? anyways). adjusting for this, magic is, by ToTK, an extremely rare skill to have. even the presence of the spiritual stone does not imbue one with the ability and skill to cast magic dorephan may be powerful, but he is no mage.

in that vein: yona and her attendants have no healing magic. they demonstrate their compassion and dedication to helping with the crisis by tediously and thoroughly treating the sludge-affected and wounded zora in the domain by hand, scrubbing them clean and tending to them with non magical medicine. mipha was not born a sage, and in truth had very little magical power, and a shallow connection to the magical element of her people. what was remarkable was the sheer skill and razor point efficiency with which she used what little magic she had, generating returns that so outclassed her power that it seemed a miracle. this is why mipha was so short, as zora grow in proportion to their connection to water, and miphas connection was constantly stretched to its limit by her compassionate nature and determination to heal and save all she could

as a change to ToTK used in the au, and also a headcanon: miphas court was not always a source of water for zoras domain. once the sludge crisis began, polluting the waters around the domain, a wellspring of clean water sprung up as if by magic underneath her statue, flowing downwards towards the zora. the area is well explored, and there is no immediate logical explanation, leading to it being widely perceived as miphas final miracle (which is not far from the truth. vah rutah generates water from nothing, and even in death mipha cant help herself but to try and save her people, watching over them still)

zora religion is a matter of significant cultural importance, and to the surprise of no one, features a heavy emphasis on water. zora, overall, are deeply spiritual as a rule, and this shows clearly in their architecture and their noted tendency to dedicate massive structures to religious worship and celebration (and often time such structures work both as a spiritual source of worship and as a practical location with a designated function. nearly all water temples are explicitly religious, and they also tend to double as water plants in some fashion)

frequent interaction with the hylians has meant that the zoras have had PLENTY of time to comingle and embrace hylian culture and religious concepts, to a degree that often surprises and shocks your average unaware hylian. the zora are somehow more gung ho about hylia than even THEY are (hylian culture and religion are for another post, but in general hylia worship is treated as a subtle background element and is rarely brought to the forefront of active attention or behavior. by contrast, the zora have an organized religion focusing on her with a dedicated priest role)

the heavens above are a vast starry ocean, the dwelling place of spirits, and where the horizon meets the sea, the dead can cross over from one plane to another. the rivers below are a muddied reflection of the starry rivers above, and where life is brought forth in the waters below it transitions to a new form in the waters above. the shine of the stars is the glint of light off the scales of celestial zora, and reflective metals like silver help them find their kin in the lands below

"all waters meet in the ocean" being a zora idiom about how many different concepts will often lead back to one solution, and how many different peoples can find unity at a single destination, regardless of how dissimilar they may initially appear

an emphasis on the flowing mutable qualities of water is reflected both in the zoras conception of identity (prone to change as time and circumstance changes, both metaphysically and also physically) and also their spiritual practice, focusing on the nature of spiritual transition from one state to another

hylia thus takes the role of guiding shepherd in this instance, symbolically aligned with the sun. through hylias light, the spirits of the dead find their loved ones in the living world, who in turn can see the sparkling glint of their scales in the heavens. as disaster clogs the river and buries the dead, hylias light reflects off the water to help guide them to the horizon line

out of all the tribes, the zora have embraced hylia the most, and openly incorporate hylian iconography into their own religious symbolism, and through the generations have had their own dedicated priesthoods to her, a tradition which still continues, albeit more casually, to this day. zora churches to hylia are considered some of the most beautiful in the country

zora do not worship a creator deity and instead attribute their peoples birth to the amorphous and chaotic nature of water itself, though there has been many minor religious figures taking the form of guiding spirits who aided in their creation by guiding the malleable form of the zora into one more closely resembling their current state

included in these guiding spirits are historic protectors of the zora people, including the water dragon farore and the great fish jabu jabu

the shared heritage with the rito is attributed to the nature of leviathans, who both dwelt in the ancient oceans (jabu jabu) and also roamed the heavens (the windfish, levias) and is considered a minor fact of life not really exciting enough to dwell on

a fun little aside inspired by my replay of skyward sword: the water dragon being the source of elemental water sage magic for the zora, and the water dragon uses her power to imbue the lake she resides in with a kind of magical purity, allowing her to grow whatever she wants in its waters (ie salt content or lack thereof does not affect the lotus blossoms or coral growth, as they draw upon the magic in the water to filter what they need). she is the source of elemental water for the zora, and thus has the greatest mastery over it, demonstrating skills other sage descendants cannot yet replicate. in time though, sidon may be able to imbue small bodies of water with that purity, allowing salt and freshwater organisms to coexist when otherwise theyd be unable to

the waters of the divine springs are not elemental water but instead the divine waters of the sacred realm, and are instead closer to elemental *light* than anything else. the springs will never diminish, nor dry up, and are as deep or as shallow as needed

the zonais interaction with the zora was a bit of a reversal of typical first contact enlightenment. the zora have a long history of stellar plumbing systems and engineering, to such a degree that first contact resulted in the zonai learning and adapting zora blueprints and methodologies for the construction of the water temple sky island

#loz totk #totk zora #loz zora #zora #totk headcanons #loz headcanons

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curious if you have any takes on what hs characters would listen to

i HAVE. ENTIRE SPOTIFY PLAYLISTS DUDE (they're linked in the names). heres just some of the humans for now but if u want the rest lmk LOL

dave: 2009 dave listens to misogynistic ultra-masc rap n hiphop (50 cent, a$ap) + online-type aggressive "subversive" dudes (tyler in his goblin/slur era, donald glover in his slur era-- think Les and bonfire, kanye) + skrillex style EDM, as he realizes hes bi n works thru his issues, he transitions to more "sensitive" artists (frank ocean, flowerboy tyler the creator, kevin abstract, kid cudi) and adds in some experimental (arca, yves tumor, aphex). i think ultimately amine reminds me the most of dave's energy overall tho (limbo is v him, burden probably his anthem).

dirk: the music taste of the worst man u know. anime nightcore covers, drain gang, etc. but as u get deeper into his psyche, it goes "ironic" (unironic) anime -> alt hip hop -> nu metal (nine inch nails, ho99o9) -> alt edm but also slurville/evil ass music (mindless self indulgence, hollywood undead) + lgbt rave anthems -> dark compositional ambient (vessel, maenad veyl). it ends at creep by radiohead.

rose: "avant garde, horror, and feminine blasphemy" so that means dark compositional ambient (a lot of phillip glass & horror soundtracks + violins), a lot of dark music (vessel, lucifer), gay edm (boyz noise), & alt edm (pearly drops, john glacier, eartheater). i think shes a very fka twigs/earth eater/arca type of girl. i imagine her liking sensual french songs + alt/indie metal (unloved, red mecca), and when she's younger/when she's early on in the comic, classic riot grrrl (shes a critical consumer obvi) and sonic youth + mitski/fiona apple (thats when her mommy issues r the worst)

roxy: high energy femme songs/lgbt alt + hyperpop. like babymetal, some azaelia (again, shes a conscious consumer) tove lo, alice gas, cobrah, slayyter, some megan, bigklit, young ma (i think roxy wouldve had a crush on young ma), plus rock/metal like nova twins. willow, machine girl, rico nasty, shygirl, ashnikko, kali uchis, flo milli, chloexhalle, etc. yeah she would have the tastes of a crazy hot girl

jade: nature sounds w experimental/ambient (a lot of green-house), solange, pink pantheress, the marias. a lot of indie/teenage girl core, light sounds. some experimental: grimes, machine girl, cocteau twins, lush. she likes kate bush and prince; upbeat, playful and danceable songs. her main themes r songs abt optimism, belief, hope, romance.

john: listens to the tiktok top charts. i began with sad, reflective compositions (maxene cyrin) and a lot of operatics/ambient (phillip glass, m83, ataraxia), then transitioned into the tiktok side (memo boy, the avalanches) -> old 60s rnb, jazz, blues -> 2000s indie and tiktok resurgence (gorillaz, vierre cloud, omar apollo), and then contemp straight boy top charts/pop (tyler the creator, kid cudi, kanye) + tiktok indie (tame impala, MGMT). hes got corny/cheesy tastes bc i think hes a genuine guy that just likes what he likes w no shame

#homestuck #dave strider #rose lalonde #roxy lalonde #dirk strider #jade harley #john egbert #music #ask

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For the mythology AU: the idea of Prowl as both the god of life and death but everyone else thinks the planet is what creates life (something something, the core of a planet is kind of like a spark and life comes from Cybertron itself so the planet is the creator of all living things, weird lore stuff that's all anyone can remember)

Jazz as the messenger god gets a message to give to the god of Life, and since he has no clue Prowl exists he's basically like: "... well, time to talk to a planet I guess!"

He ends up super confused about what to do to deliver the message and starts being a dork about it (sitting in crystal forests and communing with nature, talking to the stars and trying to give the message to a turbofox at one point in case the mechanimals know something he doesn't) only to say screw it and head into the Ravine of Doom or some other accurately designated Pit of death that goes deep under the oceans into the core of the planet, somewhere no one has ever returned from before.

He finds a very pretty mech in the planet's core that seems very surprised to see someone alive in his realm, and seeing as Jazz is the messenger god he's absolutely in shock that there's a god he didn't know existed. He's also incredibly attracted and more than willing to seduce the beautiful stranger who seems to be in some kind of heat cycle now that he's in the presence of another devine entity... (the power of life is a burden that needs to be shared, and Prowl's systems took one look at the playful but deadly little messenger god before deciding that they could make a lovely brood together)

Jazz is the messenger of good time ahead, Prowl.

Very good times.

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plotwholls · 1 year

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Can we please get an ice core Jazz? I know she is one firey soul, but it’s possible to burn from ice, and I don’t see Jazz as someone who is totally out of control of their anger from the get-go (especially since I Am one of those people). She reads as someone who is cautious, and wouldn’t dare jump to those sorts of emotional conclusions unless around those she cares for— but there’s a difference from being a glacier and an ocean, and Jazz is both

#that is such an interesting switch that I haven’t seen explored #also the implications for #queen mother jazz #Queen regent jazz #are astronomically hilarious

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 233

Danny squawked in utter betrayal as his sister picked him up by the scruff, running before he could attack the ghost hunter. Though it changed to a yelp when a blast nearly hit him, which wouldn’t be an issue if it didn’t almost hit Jazz as well.

He hiked his legs up, tail curling up as Jazz ran, not exactly able to fly. Her own wings were more designed for gliding through water, and his own were way too small, which wasn’t usually a problem, but using ecto at the moment wasn’t an option.

They were stuck fleeing like animals, his sister doing the best she could with how their bag of supplies had gotten left behind three states ago. But he was hungry and tired, and honestly wanted to bite the next person to attack them, ghost hunter or no. He bet it would make him feel better.

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Ghosts are Dragons #Halfa Jazz #Halfa Danny #A pair of not-adult dragons running around the city fleeing hunters Definitely gets heroes’ attention #It just also gets rogue attention first as well #As well as the rest of whoever lives there #Danny is a noodly boi with black scales w star spots and ice-blue fur along his spine & green/black wings #Jazz is slightly larger with orange fur & different shades of blue on her scales #Space Core Danny #Ocean Core Jazz

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hlootooart · 1 year

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You know what’s kinda f***ed? How the sun is always associated with good and the moon evil. Even with the gift of modern knowledge and technology, we still do the moon dirty. Sun-based characters are symbols of goodness and positivity and all that jazz while moon/night characters are moody/depressing at best and evil at worst. Yes, the sun gives us light which without we’d be a giant ice ball, and it helps us tell time and provides photosynthesis. It also gives out solar system its orbit and us our seasons.

BUUUUUUT

It’s still a giant ball of swirling gas and flame that it occasionally shoots out randomly. The planets are the remains of its dead family members that it killed as it grew powerful. It puts out death rays that severely affect our health when exposed to them too long, despite being so far away that miles are no sufficient to illustrate that concept. You can’t even look at the dang thing without going blind AND if we were just even a little bit closer to it there’d be untold consequences across the entire globe.

Oh, and when it dies it turns a massive vortex of death so strong that not even light can escape.

(Tell this doesn’t look like an evil eye)

It also roars. Don’t believe me? Listen:

youtube

Pretty sure that’d kill us too if it was close enough.

So yeah, the sun is a confirmed Eldritch Horror (someone find that link to that other post too plz). If it were alive, it wouldn’t even be aware of our existence much less care.

(Earth who?)

But you know what’s even scarier?

It’s still very

very

VERY

SMALL (Antares is only the 15th biggest star in the sky.)

The moon on the other hand:

It’s not all that special on its own, as it’s just (possibly) a piece of the Earth that broke off during its formation and just stuck around. No solar winds, gasses, or atmosphere to speak of, even the terms “moonlight” and “moon phases” are misleading as it’s merely reflecting the light of the sun. It doesn’t even have a magnetic field anymore, as its core cooled down a loooong time ago. It’s relatively harmless-- provided it doesn’t crash into the Earth of course.

It’s also ridiculously tiny compared to us

(pictured: babby)

BUUUUUUT

It: protected the planet when it was younger from solar winds with its own magnetic field when it did have one, keeps our rotation from speeding up which also stabilizes our climates and seasons, and creates time as we know it; affects our tides, which plays a major role in ocean life in many ways; gives us light at night which helps all nocturnal life, helped us get our first leg into space with the moon landing,

gave us MOON ROCKS in the form of meteorites,

continues to help us learn about space, and protects the Earth from stray satellites that may otherwise strike it (hence all the craters on its surface).

(battle scars <3)

TL;DR The Sun can f*ck us up without even touching us. Meanwhile The Moon out here taking bullets for us, and how do we repay it? By making Saturday Morning villains based on it.

SMFH.

I LOVE YOU MOON <3

#rant #we do the moon so dirty #the moon is my homie #the sun #the moon

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luuurien · 1 year

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Natalia Lafourcade - De Todas las Flores

(Chamber Folk, Singer/Songwriter, Vocal Jazz)

Stepping away from classic bolero/ranchera in favor of dreamy samba jazz and sensitive chamber folk, Natalia Lafourcade's latest album is one of her best yet, showing off her talents as a vocalist and songwriter by stripping back her compositions while keeping what's necessary as rich and lively as can be. De Todas las Flores' timeless beauty gives Lafourcade the chance to lean into the further corners of her sound without losing the romance and wonder she revels in.

☆☆☆☆☆

De Todas las Flores is unlike anything Natalia Lafourcade has released before, and yet it sits so beautifully next to the many albums she has put out in the past two decades. It's a testament to her skills as a singer and songwriter, weaving in and out of the worlds of traditional Mexican folk in her Musas and Un Canto por México albums while albums on the fringes like Hasta la Raíz and Hu Hu Hu saw her playing in the realms of folk pop and artsy prog-pop respectively with the same amount of passion and love put into it all, De Todas las Flores another entry into her impeccable discography that takes little influence from what she does before and instead follows the path paved by vocal jazz and gentle singer/songwriter music years ago, still holding her Latin influences dear but incorporating them into new genre contexts and giving them a lavish treatment of satiny strings and graceful horns. The results are nothing short of spectacular, pushing Lafourcade into unfamiliar territory and learning just how vivid a world she can build. As the album oscillates between jazz-infused folk tunes and lonely singer/songwriter laments, De Todas las Flores finds its core not in the usual bright and colorful Lafourcade energy, but in her raw skills as a performer and writer, taking on the same kind of romantic doom of both classic Spanish folk records (think Chavela Vargas and Violeta Parra and beloved American soul/jazz singers in ways only a contemporary artist like her can do, her intimate knowledge of what has made these older generations of artist stick around for so long allowing her to do the same on tracks like Pasan los días and Pajarito colibrí, her intermingling of deep heartache with the love that preceded it making for some of the most well-written and beautifully performed songs from anyone this entire year while managing to stay surprisingly reserved and laid-back for someone with a voice so radiant. The jazzier tracks tend to pull from the worlds of samba and bolero to push the songs forward without letting go of their Latin roots, the title track and Mi manera de querer similarly mysterious but separated by how they take advantage of samba's push on the front end of the beat to keep the song moving forward even as Lafourcade's voice and guitar work seems to be drifting right past you, part of De Todas las Flores' beauty found in how you can't capture it all in a single listen. You'll notice different things on repeat listens - the way Marc Ribot's electric guitar works a smooth countermelody to Lafourcade's singing on El lugar correcto or the soft ocean waves swirling in the background of Pasan los días - and gain an even greater appreciation for Lafourcade's magnificent songcraft through it, her refusal to let you soak it all up in one go ensuring De Todas las Flores stays right at the front of your mind long after you've finished listening to it. Few albums can balance pure elegance with true musical brilliance, but Lafourcade blends her genres and tells her stories with what seems like the ease and calm of someone whose been doing it for a thousand lifetimes. It's this eternality to De Todas las Flores Lafourcade uses to breathe easy across these 12 songs and still create an engaging artistic experience - the album may move slow, but its strength never wavers, largely due to the magnificent compositional work by Lafourcade and string arranger Emiliano Dorantes. The latter's touches are integral to giving depth and a dark streak to the sweeter sound of Lafourcade's voice and brisk classical guitar work, setting the stage in the album's first moments with the heavenly minute and a half that opens up Vine solita and establishes De Todas las Flores' dark and sensitive sound, but even his lighter additions are absolutely essential: Llévame viento completely earns its abstract musings on isolation and desire when the slightest touch of violin hovers in the background, and the marvelous finale Que te vaya bonito Nicolás knows when to make space for just Lafourcade and her guitar and when to let the other elements wash over you like the last flashes of color in a sunset just before it dips below the horizon, an absolutely heartbreaking finale piece with the gorgeous instrumentation to match. Still, the album has a few tricks up its sleeve you might not expect from someone like Lafourcade, making the addition of a bossa nova jam that melts into an ambient surfy finish in the form of Canta la arena or María la Curandera's hypnotic offbeat grooves and wah guitar on that reminds me of a restless reggae tune more than anything else that much more impressive when it doesn't clash with the delicate, almost regal tone of the surrounding tracks even a bit, De Todas las Flores' internally driven narratives incentivizing Lafourcade to hold back but still explore as much of herself and her music as she can. A lesser talent couldn't have handled songs this slow and this layered, but Lafourcade is so comfortable and confident in her craft you won't even realize an hour has passed when the album comes to a close. Though De Todas las Flores' beauty is a familiar one, Natalia Lafourcade does more with this heavenly sound than anyone else in years, incorporating ideas from her many years writing and recording in traditional Latin musical styles into the classic sound of 40's and 50's vocal jazz and string-laden folk with an understanding of what makes each of them special and how they'll interact with one another on a larger scale - if you ever wondered what it'd sound like if bolero came into contact with sensual American jazz, Caminar bonito brings that to life better than anything I've heard before. She's always been a gifted songwriter and brilliant musician, but De Todas las Flores truly is the peak of her talents thus far, taking everything she's done in the Musas and Un Canto por México albums over the past few years and planting their seeds in a new, heavier soil, one where the roots dig deeper and the emotions hang with more drama and conviction than ever before. There isn't a moment where Lafourcade's magic fades, and that's all De Todas las Flores needs to reach such absolute perfection.

#natalia lafourcade #de todas las flores #sony #art pop #bolero #chamber folk #chamber jazz #folk #jazz #mexican folk #samba-jazz #singer/songwriter #vocal jazz #2022 #10/10 #album review #album reviews #2022 albums

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mellowgoop · 1 year

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tumblr gave me music thoughts so now tumblr has to recieve said music thoughts...

context of cute manga teasing aside the take op was into hit such a nerve because like... are we just at a point where we call all the stuff music fans once thought was impressive "mid" (bad) in order to look smart?? I heard some kids on campus bashing like a ton of other classic rock bands and saying like Nirvana was trash the only truly good band was X

AND ITS fine to get to that place like whatever, we're people and those are always the thoughts we end up at... but there's nothing true about it with music imo

if you're saying AC/DC is mid because it's just generic and simplistic then are you trying to say you value originality? because it feels like bands that get too far in the weeds with complicated music and weird vibes like Radiohead get praised as the coolest thing ever during the time that they're the most intentional and creative thing that a person has heard and then they just find something more complicated and more intentional that speaks to them more and forget about the last thing until they're listening to 17/4 bossa jazz from ireland because its the Only Thing that speaks to them and that's definitely not the core of originality, that's just your personal taste

I understand wanting to toss out old opinions when they were once used to say that all pop music was junk and overly simplistic but if youre just going to say that your favorite indie band Dopus Popus is the one true artistically inspired band because it uses the sharp seventh chords that speak to your soul you're doing the same thing that Radiohead fans did before

maybe this is junk I definitely don't always have the best perspective on music but in my mind there are two poles where there's simple stuff that resonates with people widely like pop music using tried and true formulas and then an ocean of things going in their own direction with all kinds of more complex stuff that speaks to less people but more deeply

I could see getting mad at what people used to call the most interesting and innovative popular rock bands because they don't go far enough in either direction, these days being too artsy and self-centered to appeal to daywalkers but not artsy enough to be sophisticated "cool"

but now you're just putting them in the middle of a chart where the coordinates are just how much secret spice they used and how much they deviated from what was popular and you're kind of just hunting for outliers in a matrix of data at that point

I think there's a huge value in simple pop music that works for lots of people and a ton of value and music that uses lots of tools to create something fresh and rich and complicated and all that stuff in the middle has value too because, and this is a good part

~taste is so fucking subjective~

maybe I'm out of touch with the objective measurements people use for music these days but being pretty plugged into games I just think it's so much easier to spot a bad game (literal bugs and issues we all know are missing or dry mechanics that engage nonody) then it is to spot bad music because Ballon Wonder World is probably never going to appeal to anybody on that deep of a level but any once-innovative now-forgotten rock band still has the potential to mean so much to so many people and that's where I place value for sure, as pretty much a retired music critic of some kind at this point

and to be blunt most of the people I know who studied music and really associated their identities with it ended up in the same trap of finding the sound that spoke to them and, because they had to go off the beaten path for it and can see the artistic merit that sets it aside from what they don't like, think it's God's gift to man and look down at everybody who doesn't like it

when we are comparing apples to oranges to bananas and pears and changing up whats "objectively mid" every once in a while based on how many seeds it has or how hard it is to peel

#thoughts

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