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s1utspeare · 1 month

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WIP Snippet Game

i was tagged by one of my faaaaavvvvvoooorrriiiitttteeeeeessss @lucientelrunya and once again I'm going feral over mecha!FuBa like literally shut up!!!!!!! they fit that AU so wellllll ghghghghghghghgh

anyway! i have no idea when it's going to be ready cause it is very slow going but! Here's an Eternal Voyage snippet for you all >:)

Zhang Rishan obeys. He unstraps one of his gloves and yanks it off with his teeth, grabbing his pocket knife with the other hand and flipping up the blade. He drags it across his palm, making sure to squeeze a pool of blood into his fist, not that it will really matter; it’s too cold in here for him to heal the cut as quickly as he normally would. He gets up and goes to the cargo, holding his fist above the crates and letting his blood drip into the seam where the lid snaps into place. He walks down each of the rows, squeezing blood out of the cut on his palm and onto the boxes, waiting for it to seep in, to do the hard work for him. He finishes the task and goes to crouch by the door, waiting. It doesn’t take long. At the far end of the middle row of cargo, a box begins to rattle, the electromagnetic hinges sparking and disengaging as the crate falls off of the stack, opening with a thud and sending several glowing spheres of yellow smoke tumbling out, rolling across the floor. Zhang Rishan scoops one up with his uninjured hand, careful not to get any blood on the glass, and examines it. It’s definitely the alsorbium; he recognizes the smoky appearance. He flicks on his eye visor with a nod, the sensors at his temple reacting to the movement and sliding the screen around. He navigates to the camera, snaps three pictures with blinks, and sends them to their ship. He’s just gotten confirmation that the Qiongqi has received his notification when the cargo bay door slides open, revealing four smugglers in dark, space-grade clothing, goggles over their eyes and scarves pulled up over their mouths. They stand in the doorway and stare at Zhang Rishan. Zhang Rishan stares back. Slowly, he watches as their gazes travel to the orb he’s holding in his hand. “Right,” Zhang Rishan says. “That.”

#literally this fic is so fun so far but is taking for-fucking-EVER to write #and will probably take even longer bc in true Brigid fashion i ended up with another writing priority that will probably suck all my time u #and like i'm definitely not complaining (mostly) bc like. living the dream yknow but also i want time to write fic!!!!!!!1 #i could probably make time to write fic but it's haaaarrrdddd #anyway give me like another four months someday it will happen #my writing #my fic #an eternal voyage #a swiftly tilting planet #dmbj #dmbj fic #this is a zhang rishan stan blog

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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Once again I’m fucking CRYING about zhang rishan

Like did he really have to say “I’ll tell you who I really am” and then IMMEDIATELY follow it with “I’m fo-ye’s fuguan” BITCH he’s so fucking tragic doesn’t even say he’s like a hundred or that he has magic blood no first and foremost he’s fo-ye’s fuguan 😭😭😭😭 end me

#the day I don’t cry about zhang rishan is the day I die #actually I might just die from crying about zhang rishan #tomb of the sea #dmbj #sha hai #this is a zhang rishan stan blog

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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bunny smirk

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH I love him so much 🥺🥺🥺 look at his lil SMIRK he’s so SASSY and GOOD and CUTE

My beloved

#ugh m9-era zhang rishan just hits different #he’s so CHEEKY #in all senses of the word #and i love him #dmbj #mystic nine #this is a zhang rishan stan blog

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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Two sunkissed gods of men for the price of one ask!

Have a good day 😁

Yeah. Yeah. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#I just love them so much #look at how beautiful they are #all glowing and proud and TOGETHER #also!!! the fuckin ANGLES!!!!#fo ye angled forward #against the sun #and baby rishan angled towards his sun #I just gjfkskallfkfkslckslsls #dmbj #mystic nine #twoguan #fo ye holy fuck #this is a zhang rishan stan blog

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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ok I genuinely want to know how everyone reacted upon seeing zhang daddy rishan for the first time in sha hai. Like I watched it before m9 so I didn’t know jack shit about zhang rishan or fo ye but for people who watched m9 before sha hai??? Do u think they lost their shit? Do you think they screamed and cried and threw up in the club bc that was a BABY and now he’s here and wHERE is FO YE????? Anyway

#I just have a lot of feelings about zhang daddy rishan #dmbj #mystic nine #sha hai #also started rewatching sha hai and WOW I love my stupid son su wan #and my son Li Cu 😭😭😭#this is a zhang rishan stan blog

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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Zhang Rishan amnesia fic you say?👀👀👀

ZHANG RISHAN AMNESIA FIC!!!! I went over the basics here, so now I will give u a snippet of what is to come >:)

“I don’t know who that is,” Zhang Rishan hisses. “Fuguan? What’s a fuguan?”

“That’s—” Zhang Qishan looks over at Er-ye, blinking unsteadily. This is uncharted territory; Er-ye is the best at mapping. His friend seems just as clueless, however, and Zhang Qishan’s mind whirls for a moment before it rights itself, and he twists Zhang Rishan’s wrist far enough that the bone creaks.

“Who are you, then?” he asks. “What have you done with my lieutenant?” This could be a shapeshifter, or a ghost, one that has decided to wear Zhang Rishan’s face, and if that’s the case, Zhang Qishan will not let it live.

#AH TWOGUAN!#I LOVE THEM!!#also loving this fic i forgot how fun it was so far lmao #ask tag #fic #my writing #wips #dmbj #mystic nine #fo ye holy fuck #this is a zhang rishan stan blog #zhang rishan amnesia fic

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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AH OK @rose-nebulijia asked about Theatre AU part 4 and vishie i love you u are the love of my life i am sending u soft and gentle kisses.

idk if this will be the final part or not? unclear yet (I’m gonna say probably not bc I love this au way too much so I’m sure that I’ll find something else to do with it) but anyway I HAVE to explore zhang rishan in that universe i HAVE to. I was talking about it with @highpriestessofjogan the other day bc i had reread the theatre au and was like “wow zhang rishan is a mess. like hyper-competent, but absolutely a mess” and that’s SO INTERESTING TO ME???

this one’s going to be a little bit more serious in tone than the other theatre au pieces, partially bc of that, but also because this one is really more of a reflection of my journey as an artist and a theatre maker, especially during the pandemic. i identify with zhang rishan in this au a LOT, and having been getting back into theatre as of late I’m having a lot of feelings about it and reflecting on that type of thing and now it’s time to put Zhang Rishan through that ringer lmao.

It’s very much about isolation and art and Hamlet (as always lol) and theatre and trying to find your place in an industry that doesn’t have space for you. It’s also about finding happiness outside of productivity and work, and learning to live and feel and be without constantly attempting to make it about something, which is definitely a problem I struggle with. So far it’s dramatic and beautiful and I’m sooooo excited to finish and share it bc idk it’s going to be a piece that means a lot to me, I think. Kind of like i wish you would love me.

also foba get married :) here’s a snippet!!!

“I’m marrying Ba-ye,” Fo-ye murmurs to himself, even though Zhang Rishan is in the room. Or maybe he is talking to Zhang Rishan, because he turns to him in the next moment, his smile trembling and candescent, seeking some sort of warmth that he himself possesses in spades.

“You’re marrying Ba-ye,” Zhang Rishan agrees, and doesn’t stand up. His hands twitch, wanting to help Fo-ye with the tie, but he doesn’t think that it’s his place to be doing so.

“Did you ever think that would happen?” Fo-ye asks, going back to the mirror, and Zhang Rishan doesn’t know if he really wants an answer, but he thinks about it anyway, so that he can give Fo-ye a good one.

The easy one is yes, because Zhang Rishan had thought that it would, from the moment he saw Ba-ye and Fo-ye together. They looked like soulmates, fated to be together by the tendril threads of the universe, knit up just like a kiss. They looked like they would slide easily against each other, friction negligible, something so, so easy. Zhang Rishan isn’t jealous of them, exactly, because what Ba-ye and Fo-ye have is special, and not everyone in the world deserves that.

Still. He thinks it might be nice.

#i love this au I LOVE THIS AU #dmbj theatre au #now i am alone #this is a zhang rishan stan blog #yes there's foba and what about it #dmbj #fic #my writing #tag game #wips

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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I WANT ZHANG RISHAN THEATRE AU!!!!!! I've loved the snippets of him we got in that 'verse and I want MORE!

FOX I LOVE U SO MUUUUUUUCCCCHHHHHHH of course you can have more zhang rishan theatre AU.

I went into it a little bit here, with like the general tone, but I don’t think I said what the plot was yet? Essentially, Zhang Rishan graduates after the play’s the thing (so chronologically, Part 4 is between play’s the thing and motive and cue for passion), and ends up moving to Hong Kong to try and do theatre! but! unfortunately! no matter how good you are, theatre is a really hard industry to break into (idk how different it actually is in China, but this AU still has a fairly Westernized setting), so he ends up working and doing like, volunteer theatre stuff on his downtime, which doesn’t feel nearly as good as actually doing it as a job, like you meant to, and Zhang Rishan has had everyone telling him that he was going places, that he would ultimately succeed in what he wanted to do, so when that doesn’t happen right away, he’s pretty upset about it.

Anyway the main conflict is he that ends up lying to the rest of m9 that he has a show in the works and talking all about it and yada yada (really it’s just like? a show he knows about? one he’s ushering for or something? idk) and then has to keep up the ruse of “i’m doing really really well i’m so happy everything is going great!” when that is really not the case :(

uggghhh i love this au so MUCH here’s another snippet for u (warning: it’s kinda sad) :3

“Is this a bad time?” Ba-ye asks, his feet shuffling nervously. “We can come back later, or meet you for dinner, or I guess you don’t have to see us, considering that we sprung this on you, but you said that your show was this weekend and—Rishan?”

Your show, Ba-ye had said, because he doesn’t know that Zhang Rishan is a liar, that he’s been lying to them for months. He said that he was doing well, and maybe he was well, well-enough, but now he’s not, he’s really not, and he doesn’t know what to do and he doesn’t know what to say and he’s never, ever not known what to say, or maybe the opposite, maybe he never has known, maybe all of this has always been fake, a lie, he’s a liar, he lies, lie, lie, lie—

“Oh, Rishan,” Fo-ye says. His hands are suddenly right underneath Zhang Rishan’s eyeline, wrapping his trembling fingers up. “Rishan, you’re not okay, are you?”

It’s a simple question. It’s a question Zhang Rishan answers every day, answers with, yes, of course, always. Sometimes that’s true. Sometimes it isn’t.

#my poor baby :(#im sorry #dmbj theatre au #wips #my writing #fic #brigid's fox #this is a zhang rishan stan blog #ask tag

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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ZHANG FERAL RISHAN????

HELL FUCKIN YEAH BABY ZHANG FERAL RISHAN WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!! @scaredysap asked about this one too and i LOVE U BOTH

i don’t think anything else has really happened with this au since i last talked about it (see my feral zhangs au tag) but i still love it! only now i have to rewrite shit since npss gave us lore in the new m9 movie so i have to rework the backstory :/ but that’s okay!!! i’m still excited for it :)

it’s called “tiger, tiger” after the “tiger, tiger, burning bright” poem, which was a connection to “the tiger is out” poem that i love and is also a representation of how i feel whenever zhang rishan gets to fight and light stuff on fire >:)

#this is short but this is a wip i haven't thought about in a while tbh #lol #feral zhangs au #ask tag #wip game #dmbj #mystic nine #this is a zhang rishan stan blog #my writing #fic

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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Can you BELIEVE nobody’s asked Zhang BABY or DADDY Rishan BRIGID GO FERAL BURN THIS PLACE DOWN

ZHANG RISHAN ZHANG RISHAN ZHANG RISHAN FUCK I LOVE ZHANG RISHAN SO FUCKING MUCH SOMEONE PUNCH ME IN THE FACE I CRAVE DEATH AT HIS HAND ZHANG DADDY RISHAN PLEASE BREAK ALL OF MY RIBS NCNNCNCNCNXMSMSLSLALALfkkff

#thank u nopey i love u #u have saved my life yet again #imagine I said all those bingo squares while sobbing uncontrollably #dmbj #ask game #brigid’s blorbo bingo #this is a zhang rishan stan blog

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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for the whump prompts, brigid my beloved 💕 either heihua 'Don't give me that bullshit', or fuba 'I knew it, you're sick.' 'Go away'

JACK MY LOVE!!!! GIVING ME THE FUBA!!!!!!! THIS IS SO GOODDDDD i love u. also yeah i'm obviously doing fuba who do you take me for

Send me a prompt and some characters and I'll write some whump!

Ba-ye is... well. He's not doing great.

He's not bad, really. It's just a cold, more than likely, maybe a flu if he's that unlucky, but nothing he's going to die from. It's just a headache and swollen sinuses and full-body aches and chills and a fever and... well, maybe he's less fine than previously anticipated.

That doesn't mean he's going to take the day off, though. He hasn't been able to read fortunes for weeks now because SOMEONE keeps dragging him off into tombs and on expeditions and not letting him run his business, which is what he's supposed to be doing with his life, but Fo-ye apparently thinks that all of Ba-ye's time is fully his. Which is generally is. That's beside the point.

The point is that even if he wanted to, which he doesn't, Ba-ye really doesn't have the means to take a day off, not when he doesn't know when he'll get a chance to actually do business again. He has an assistant to pay and turtles to feed. He can't be sick.

The universe, unfortunately, thinks otherwise.

He's gotten through about four customers, and each one had been harder than the last. His most recent was a woman who wanted to know whether or not her son would be able to find a good woman to marry, and even though Ba-ye had told her that he wasn't able to tell her son's fortune from her palms, she had insisted, so he had come up with some vague answer that sounded at least half-believable and wasn't specific enough for her to come after him later and demand why the fortune had been wrong. He doesn't normally like swindling his customers like that, but desperate times.

So now he's got his face resting on the tabletop, head turned to the side and arms dangling, feeling like he's just ran through a tomb and gotten kicked by a horse, both of which he has had the great misfortune to experience. He's honestly contemplating just shutting the store down now, because he doesn't think that he'll be able to do much more in this state, but before he can make a decision one way or another, there's footsteps on the floor, and he sits up so quickly that his head spins.

It's not a customer, though, just Zhang Rishan, who enters with his strides sure, but his face open and his shoulders hunched, as if he's not sure whether or not he's allowed in Ba-ye's shop. This is very stupid, because of course he is. He's even been here before, though not nearly as often as Fo-ye, which makes Ba-ye wonder why Zhang Rishan is visiting him now.

"Zhang fuguan," he says, trying not to sound as congested as he feels. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I came to deliver a message," Zhang Rishan says, looking around as though he's expecting ghosts or something to start flooding from the walls.

"From Fo-ye?"

"No," Zhang Rishan says, "From Zhang Furen, actually."

Ba-ye raises an eyebrow. "When did you become Yin Xinyue's messenger boy?"

"I'm not," Zhang Rishan says, "But Fo-ye's at a tribunal and I got kicked off the training grounds."

"Why?" Ba-ye asks, curious.

Zhang Rishan looks mildly unhappy. "I broke two of the training dummies, so Fo-ye told me to go home."

Ba-ye wants to laugh, but his head hurts too much. He coughs, clears his throat. "How did you manage that?"

"I don't know," Zhang Rishan says. "I kicked them."

If Ba-ye hadn't seen the Zhang strength in action, he wouldn't have believed that Zhang Rishan did enough damage with just his legs, but he has, so he does. "What does Furen want?" He coughs again. Gods, his throat is sore.

Zhang Rishan frowns, a little fold appearing between his eyebrows. It's very cute, the way his nose scrunches up and little indents appear at the corner of his mouth. "She wants you to come to dinner. Are you okay?"

"Fine," Ba-ye says, even though his head is pounding, and he can't breathe through his nose correctly. He wants to go to bed. "Dinner?"

Zhang Rishan nods, still looking at Ba-ye suspiciously. "Fo-ye's supposed to be home on time for once, so she thought it would be nice if you and Er-ye came over. Jiu-ye too, maybe, if he's free. I'm supposed to go to him next."

Ba-ye sighs, because while he would like to have dinner with his friends, he's not so sure he'll be able to get from this table to his room without having to take a break, much less across town to Fo-ye's house. Plus, he doesn't want to get any of the rest of them sick, even if they're all stronger than horses. It hasn't been that long since Fo-ye and Er-ye were unresponsive in a tiny village, and he really doesn't want to put any more stress on their delicate health (he knows both of them would pin him down with their twin glares if he said that to their faces, but it's a funny thought).

"Tell Zhang Furen thank you, but I'll have to decline for tonight," Ba-ye says. "I'm not planning on closing the shop until late." Actually, he's planning on closing it as soon as Zhang Rishan leaves, but he can't tell him that. It's a good excuse.

Zhang Rishan does not look as though he's going to accept this. "Ba-ye."

"What?"

"You're... you don't look like yourself," Zhang Rishan says slowly, apparently trying for tact, but not especially good at it.

"Thank you," Ba-ye says sarcastically. "I appreciate that."

"I don't mean it like that," Zhang Rishan protests.

"Well, I can assure you that I'm—" He's cut off by his breath catching in his throat, and then he's coughing, the sound rough and grating on his throat, and he doubles over in his seat, trying to get his breath back.

"Ba-ye!" Zhang Rishan exclaims, and Ba-ye hears him rushing over, a hand on his back, even though he's distracted by his lungs trying to come out through his mouth. "You... breathe, Ba-ye. Please."

Ba-ye thinks, what do you think I'm trying to do? but he takes Zhang Rishan's advice and tries to quiet himself, letting Zhang Rishan's hand between his shoulder blades become an anchor as he rubs little circles there, trying to help Ba-ye work out whatever's trying to come up, and eventually he gets it. His breath is still a little rattly, but at least he's not dying anymore.

"I'm fine," he gasps.

"No," Zhang Rishan says, "You're not. I knew it." He sounds accusing, as though Ba-ye had chosen this. "You're sick."

"Not," Ba-ye says. "Go away." He waves towards the door. "Go give Jiu-ye your invitation. I'm fine."

"Ba-ye, you're—"

"See, I'll prove it," Ba-ye says, and stands up. This turns out to be a mistake, because the next thing he sees is the ground, and the thing after that is darkness.

***

He comes to in his own bed, which he knows by the smell of the bundles of spices he has tucked under his pillows to ward away spirits, and the weight of the comforter over him. His glasses are gone, so everything's fuzzy, but he suspected it would be anyways.

There's footsteps, again, somewhere just out of sight, and when he turns his head to the side to try and pinpoint them, he sees Zhang Rishan wearing a path in his floorboards, his arms folded so that his hands are each holding the opposite elbow, like he does whenever he's nervous. Ba-ye wants to give him a hug whenever he does that, because otherwise it looks like Zhang Rishan is trying to hug himself, to get any sort of comfort he can, and Ba-ye doesn't like the idea that Zhang Rishan needs a hug and is too afraid to ask for one.

He clears his throat and is surprised to find that his voice isn't nearly as hoarse as he expected it to be. "Fuguan."

Zhang Rishan stops pacing immediately, whirling to the bed and dropping to his knees besides Ba-ye, so that he's looking him in the eyes. It's a strange position, in all honesty, and Ba-ye has to blink a few times before he gets used to the sight in front of him.

"Ba-ye," Zhang Rishan says. "How... are you alright? You passed out, and so I carried you here, I hope that's okay. I was waiting for you to wake up before I went and got the doctor, but you were really quiet for a long time, and I didn't know if I should leave you or not, and I didn't want to go before you were awake, so I just. I stayed. Um. There's water, do you want water? Do you need anything else, do you—"

"Zhang Rishan," Ba-ye interrupts him. "Stop. You're making my headache worse."

Zhang Rishan snaps his mouth closed so quickly that his teeth clack together.

Ba-ye sighs. "That wasn't an order," he says. "I'm not Fo-ye."

At the mention of Fo-ye's name, Zhang Rishan flinches, which is perhaps the strangest and most worrisome thing that Ba-ye has ever seen, and he's immediately on guard. First Zhang Rishan was rambling, and now he's wincing because of Fo-ye.

"What's wrong?" he asks sharply. "What's the matter?"

Zhang Rishan blinks at him, confused. "I don't... I'm fine, Ba-ye, you're the one who's sick."

"You flinched," Ba-ye says, already struggling to sit up, even though it makes his head whirl.

He closes his eyes to stave off the lightheadedness, but what he's not expecting is for Zhang Rishan to grab both of his shoulders, making his head flop back a little, and cry, “Ba-ye!”

Ba-ye blinks his eyes back open, pulling his head back in surprise. Zhang Rishan seems just as shocked, but he doesn’t pull away, just stares at Ba-ye with his eyes wide and scared.

“Zhang Rishan,” Ba-ye says slowly, almost a whisper, because his voice is too crackly to really convey what he wants it too. “Why are you looking at me like I’m on death’s door?” He wriggles his shoulders free, takes Zhang Rishan’s hands and puts them on the mattress, keeping his own on top of them. “It’s just the flu, I’m pretty sure. I’ll be fine.”

Zhang Rishan looks down at their hands, at Ba-ye’s cupping his, even though Ba-ye’s are smaller.

“You passed out,” he says, his voice very low and very soft. “You passed out, and you wouldn’t wake up.”

Oh, Ba-ye thinks, Oh no. He knew that Zhang Rishan had had a hard time with Fo-ye’s illness, his anxiety on overload at all times for days, but he hadn’t thought about what would happen now. Fo-ye’s better. They solved it. Everything’s fine.

Apparently not.

“I’m okay,” he says. “It’s not the same kind of sickness. I didn’t get it in a tomb.” He snorts a little, the sound much grosser than normal given all the phlegm in his head. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I caught it from the fishmonger, that idiot.”

Zhang Rishan still isn’t looking at him. “You’re still sick.”

“Yes,” Ba-ye sighs, “I suppose I am.” He turns his head to the side to cough. “But I’ll get better. All by myself, too. I promise.”

“Don’t,” Zhang Rishan says unhappily. “Don’t promise things.”

Ba-ye winces internally. He forgets, sometimes, that Zhang Rishan is only twenty, and even though he’s seen a lot more than many of them (Ba-ye still doesn’t know what all the lieutenant has seen), he’s only just barely an adult. He needs looking after, sometimes.

“Okay,” he says, softly, trying to be reassuring. “I won’t promise things.”

Zhang Rishan takes a moment, a breath, and then he stands up and straightens, his arm twitching by his side as if he’s going to salute Ba-ye, like he would Fo-ye, and Ba-ye would think it was funny if he wasn’t watching Zhang Rishan very clearly trying to scramble the pieces of himself back into place.

“I’ll go get Mo Yisheng,” he says. “She’ll be able to help.” He takes one last look at Ba-ye, as if he’s trying to memorize him before he goes, and then disappears through the door, his steps so light that Ba-ye hardly hears him go.

#WE GOT WHUMP FOR BAYE AND ANGST FOR BOTH OF THEM #jack my love #thank u for this prompt #thank you everyone for their prompts!#i'm going in order of submission so if I haven't gotten to yours yet don't worry! it's coming!#and if you want one/think of another you'd like to see #then feel free to pop by my inbox!!!#i love u all these are so fun #whump prompt ficlets #prompt fill #fuba #dmbj #mystic nine #fic #my writing #this is a zhang rishan stan blog #i love ba ye actually

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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welcome to one of my fave Mystic Nine scenes, a.k.a. that scene in ep.34 when Fo-ye tells the polycule that he’s in love with all of them

Ba-ye: hey u know that thing that says it’ll merc everyone’s asses if they cross it and they aren’t zhangs? well zhang baby rishan is a zhang and ur a zhang but me and xinyue definitely Are Not so what’s up with that

Zhang Baby Rishan: *literally knows nothing*

Fo-ye: *blushing smile of extreme fondness*

Ba-ye:

(just wait for it babe, it’ll come to you)

Ba-ye: YOU MEAN IT THINKS WE’RE MEMBERS OF THE ZHANG FAMILY??? LIKE???? LIKE WE’RE YOURS???? LIKE SOMEHOW WE BECAME ZHANGS EVEN THOUGH WE WERENT BORN INTO IT?????

Fo-ye: *smirking because yes you are ba-ye* and how do you think that happened?

Xinyue: y’all are so stupid god bless

Ba-ye: oh boy i’m a husband now!!

Zhang Baby Rishan: actually I understand less

#they're all idiots and i love them #mystic nine more like missing nine braincells #er-ye has all of them but er-ye's ass is currently Knocked the Fuck Out #anyway they're married i don't make the rules #mystic nine #fo ye holy fuck #i love ba ye actually #this is a zhang rishan stan blog #dmbj

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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a wild baby appears

going to start trouble

AND BABY RISHAN IS HERE!!!! HE'S ABOUT TO START A FIRE AND LOOK CUTE DOING IT!!! I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! literally he' the most precious someone hug him for twelve hours please

#i will do it i will hug him #i volunteer #lemme hug my son #this is a zhang rishan stan blog #dmbj #mystic nine

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s1utspeare · 2 years

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finally watched the new mystic nine movie

(spoilers under the cut)

ok so first off i love fo-ye?

literally never thought i’d say this

but

it turns out that i am a fo-ye slut first and foremost

and a william slut second

bc i did not even care that it wasn’t william, i was just so happy to see fo-ye again

we’ll see if that’s different come m9 s2, but for a prequel i was okay with it

zhu zanjin as er-ye sent my ass to the moon

just drop kicked me into the atmosphere

he was so pretty

and i loved him

um this movie wasn’t nearly long enough

also yan sanxing? funny as fuck

this man said “i am gay. i am emo. i’m here to wreck your shit” and then he wrecked like three people’s shit and fucking died

it was so funny

liu chang really showed up to phone in his obligatory appearance in an npss creation and then left

and good for him

zhang baby rishan is the love of my life and the pride of my heart

very disappointed that we did not get zhang baby rishan lore but this just means that i will make up my own

(and you better believe i’m making up my own, this movie jumpstarted my heart and now i only want to write fo-ye and his fuguan)

like??? fo-ye being a fuguan before he was the defense general??? him and zhang baby rishan both being zhang fuguans??? fuck me right up

the fact that the fucking final fight took place in the shadow of a buddha statue???? literally end me right now

whoever made that set design choice deserves one thousand awards

because it destroyed me

i see now why people ship qihong

they’re gay as shit

er-ye’s dad sucked

i love that er-ye gets to be a gay little actor i love that for him

okay the zhang baby rishan and zhang qishan double-mask reveal?

i usually hate the mask troupe but that one SLAPPED

again. zhang fuguans. zhang baby rishan literally following fo-ye forever. they are parallels and foils and platonic soulmates and. no one touch me.

for a show that heavily hyped the cat in the trailers, i thought the cat would be a bigger deal

do love that er-ye and fo-ye became cat dads tho that’s great for them

also not me thinking about how they eventually meet ba-ye

anyway in conclusion this movie was really good????? like??? for a dmbj side-story it slapped

and once again, zhang baby rishan. okay?? okay. good bye.

#yeah #brigi watches stuff #dmbj #mystic nine #fo ye holy fuck #er ye #this is a zhang rishan stan blog

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Um if you're still taking those whump requests can I ask for Zhang Rishan/Liang Wan/Wang Can + "Take off your shirt. Don't give me that look"? 👉👈 thank you

you most certainly absolutely can! i am chipping away at these slowly but surely, so if I haven't gotten to yours yet, don't worry; it's in the queue!

Take off your shirt. Don't give me that look.

Liang Wan is honestly so very done with babysitting idiot tomb men and their self-destructive tendencies.

"What did you do?" she asks, her hands on her hips, though one is holding a thick roll of medical gauze. "You were gone for a day!"

"That's plenty of time for things to happen," Wang Can snarks at her, sitting on the bench at the end of the bed.

Zhang Rishan, who is currently holding his ribs, folded into the desk chair that the hotel room so graciously came with, laughs, his breath coming out in a pained wheeze when he does. Liang Wan glares at him, but she knows already that he's mostly fine; she can tell by the way he's letting himself be visibly injured, something he will only do with them, and only when it's not so bad.

"You keep quiet," she tells him. "I'll get to you later." Right now, her focus is on Wang Can, whose shirt is currently drenched in blood from the right side of his chest.

"Would you believe me if I told you it wasn't mine?" Wang Can asks.

"No," Liang Wan says curtly. "Take off your shirt." Wang Can wrinkles his nose at her, but Liang Wan does not have any time for his usual pouting. "Don't give me that look."

"I'm not giving you a look," Wang Can grumbles.

"It's better to do what she says," Zhang Rishan says helpfully from his chair. "Otherwise she'll pepper spray you in the face."

"I'll pepper spray you in the face," Liang Wang mumbles, "If you don't shut up."

Zhang Rishan just gazes at her, amused. "You're pretty when you're angry."

"Did he get into something in the tomb?" Liang Wan asks Wang Can, who shrugs.

"There was some weird gas in a chamber that he shoved me out of," he says. "He's been giggly since."

Liang Wan hopes to God that that is all that the side effects will amount to, because she's not sure that she can handle detoxifying Zhang Rishan along with stitching up whatever hole Wang Can has carved into himself. "Well. He's not dying, anyway. You, on the other hand." She crooks a finger at Wang Can. "Shirt off. Now. Or I'll cut through it."

"Jiejie," Wang Can whines, but when she doesn't let up, he sighs and begins to wriggle out of his shirt. Liang Wan makes note of the way he's not using his right arm that much.

Finally, Wang Can is free of the confines of blood-soaked fabric, and Zhang Rishan makes a low ooooohhhh noise from the side of the room, which does sum up the situation fairly well. There's a gash just above Wang Can's pectoral, about two inches long, and deep, leaking blood from under a wad of fabric that Wang Can must have put there to try and stop the bleeding somewhat, which was smart of him.

Liang Wan removes the fabric, replacing it with a clean towel. She frowns at it. "Is this your sock?"

Wang Can wiggles the bare toes of his right foot at her. "Yup."

Liang Wan wants to smack him, but she refrains. "Gross."

"It did the job," Wang Can says nonchalantly, which is his attitude towards pretty much everything. He doesn't care if his solutions are elegant or efficient; as long as they work, he'll do anything.

Liang Wan scrubs away the blood on his chest, keeping a towel pressed to the wound with one hand. Wang Can doesn't say anything as she does, doesn't even move. If Liang Wan didn't know any better, she would think that he wasn't in pain at all, but he's human, so he must be.

Still, Wang Can doesn't show any reaction until Liang Wan reaches for the needle and thread that she prepared earlier, and then he flinches. "Do you have to?"

"Yes," Liang Wan says firmly. "I do have to. There's no way that that's healing without sutures." She feels bad about it, but she has to stitch him up, no matter how afraid of needles Wang Can is.

And he's fairly afraid of needles. Liang Wan suspects it has something to do with the Wangs, and even though Wang Can will never talk about it to them, she always tries to find a way to keep sutures as a last resort, but this is all they have right now, and Wang Can is well on his way to passing out from blood loss if they don't take care of this now.

He's not going to like it, and there's no way to get out of that, but maybe she can make it better.

"Zhang Rishan," she says, "Come here."

Zhang Rishan does, wide-eyed and obedient, and even though he would still listen to her if he wasn't high, it's very funny that he is. He climbs onto the bed, sits behind Wang Can, and then, without Liang Wan even prompting him, takes Wang Can's chin gently and turns his face away from the wound, towards him, and kisses him.

Wang Can makes a noise of protest, like he knows what they're doing, but he's not one to push his boyfriend away, no matter how prickly he seems on the outside. He's missed out on enough love throughout his life, and is constantly, desperately craving it, no matter what he says. He goes with Zhang Rishan, muscles relaxing as he concentrates on their lips pressed together, his eyes closed, and Liang Wan takes the opportunity.

She slides the needle into Wang Can's flesh, pulling it through and out the other side, and begins to stitch him shut. Zhang Rishan will take care of the rest, and afterwards, once she's cleaned everything up, then she can join them.

#wow they're cute actually??? damnit i'm in rarepair hell now #this is a zhang rishan stan blog #wang can #liang wan #dmbj #whump prompt ficlets #my writing

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