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muddshadow · 2 years

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THREE PHOTOS TAG;

rules: find 3 photos/images (they can be anything at all, memes, vintage photographs, quotes, anything) that you feel describe your wip. If you want, you can tell a little bit your story, too.

to forget a prince ;

“And are you trying to become a warlock?” he asked her.

“That would solve plenty of my problems,” Yulei said. “Alas. The academy prefers many years of boring, organized study and frowns on blood sacrifice.”

Kon knew that, because he’d spent five weeks at the academy hoping to discover the voice that called to all things, instead discovering a hefty invoice and an inability to sit still for long periods. “Your project doesn’t seem boring and organized,” he said, surveying the piles of freshly dead hungered.

“You’re right about that. In fact, some have called it an aimless, haphazard, wasted effort for a fool notion.” Yulei looked up at him, and a ferocious optimism kindled her expression. “But sometimes the fool is right.”

Faced with such intensity, Kon hesitated. “Wrong most of the time though."

bloodhounds ;

Leaning hard into the wagon, lightning still echoing her arm, she lifted her gaze to see another dark-clad figure, moving toward her.

Neve pointed their gun.

“Not this again,” the figure rasped, and showed his hands in a half-assed surrender. Neve noted the sloppiness of his uniform first and then the Bay’s emblem at his collar, and also a mask elaborate enough to earn a curious squint. “It’d be rude to kill me, given I saved your life.”

Neve blinked, hand unmoved. “When?”

“Yeah, like three times, while you struggled with that guy. So, you’re welcome. You really tanked that flash-staff though. Those things sting.”

Sting was a tragic understatement. It took a worldly effort to hold up the pistol, and so Neve abandoned the gesture and didn’t exhaust herself with a reply. Smoke still darkened the quarry, and there were plenty other things to worry about...

trystan ;

“Booked full today,” I lie. Listening to Gabriel talk about the guardians and their narcissistic good-guy complexes makes me want to keep drinking, and right now I really need a better pillow than an empty liquor bottle. Probably a new shirt too.

“Don’t make me say please.” But I do, and Gabriel succumbs like the wet paper towel he’s always been. “Okay,” he catches up with a series of huffs, “please, Trystan. At least hear me out.”

I stop to stare him down. There’s a quirk in his brow he gets when he’s thinking too hard about something, there’s a clench in his jaw he gets when he’s anxious. If anything, seeing Gabriel so bothered wakes lots of great memories of bothering him, and I have to acknowledge some curiosity. I decide to humor him.

“Fine.” I grimace as nausea bloats up my throat. “Summarize.”

“I think I found the next Moon.”

“Holy shit,” I say, and then curl over my stomach and vomit.

at the bottom of the waterfall ;

“Well, have you come to avenge her or something? You’re rather timid about it.”

It burned his tongue to say anything to her sneered lip—but Louis only had Seraphine’s last guidance. And he trusted his mother. Gaze a bulwark, he lifted his chin. “My life is gone. I don’t have anything but the Spark. I need someone to teach me.”

“And here you are.”

“Here I am.”

Ysabelle stared at him, expression growingly coiled with a sour thought, until finally she huffed. “You realize the inconvenience of showing up like this? Of course not, Seraphine wouldn’t have taught you manners. To the Damp with it all. Just come inside and don’t touch anything.”

the hunger rot ;

“And as for you,” the mother narrowed her eyes at Peony, “the original innkeepers are at least five generations dead. What d'you expect to find here?”

In those five generations, the inn’s red-cedar flooring had been uprooted and replaced with a darker stain. Now the bar extended a full side of the dining area, the liquor stored behind sparkling glass instead of over shelves, round tables replacing the long benches. A hideous iron mesh made the new banister, but the chandelier looming above was utterly original – foggy glass bulbs and shed antlers woven together, light casting jaggedly through the bone. Peony had helped her father splice each piece. And true to his criticism, one lamp hung lower than the others.

“Well, girl? Do they clip your wits when they make you a Marrow?”

Peony dragged her eyes from the woodwork. “There’s a stream,” she said, voice a thorn thicket. “In the valley. Have you seen it?”

Which is your favorite vibe? :v thank you to the handful of people who tagged me for this one!! not sure who’s done this already... so i’m gonna bonk a BUNch of you and perhaps here's a chance to make another !! @kashacreates @athenswrites @magefaery @loveimogen , @theskeletonprior @werewolfsbutch @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @mr-writes @tc-doherty , @splashinkling @houndmouthed @thetruearchmagos @the-void-writes @cream-and-tea @magnus-s-writes @baroquesse @pinespittinink AND anyone who has an overflowing gallery of photos dedicated to their projects hehe <3

#writeblr #writeblr tag games #3 photos tag game #wip intro #muddshadow #this was honestly an emotional struggle to narrow down on 3 photos. gnashing of the teeth and yanking of the hair and such #but i liked how they turned out :)#which one caught your eye? :o #wip. to forget a prince #wip. bloodhounds #wip. trystan #wip. waterfall #wip. the hunger rot #mud writes

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journeyman-tier-fibercraft · 5 months

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Gave myself 2 hours to knit today + starting a new project to stave off the winter sads. This is the first 20 rows of a Niebling doily (Pinia) that will probably turn out to be closer to table cloth size in this yarn. (Hobbii Cotton Kings Sultan in Carnelian)

I got this yarn out of a mystery bag several years ago, she's very not a colour way I would ever choose to buy on my own but I think she's really cute. I think she'll go well with the flower design of Pinia, I hope the lightest peach makes it to the end of the mesh petals but the transitions on Sultan are usually good enough that no matter where the lightest peach ends it'll probably look fine. I would be surprised if I didn't have enough yarn for this but also probably cry a little. There's no way I'd be willing to buy more of this colourway so she'd probably end up in the shame pile for the foreseeable future.

#knitting #knitblr #lace rot #wip #project: doily 14 #i haven't had any finger weakness for a couple days but i wanna go slow and careful easing myself back into knitting #if i was smart i would wait another week but not knitting drives me up the wall #i had to get obsessed with a gacha game to survive this week. what would i do not knitting for another week.#i got into a gacha game. i read house of leaves. i did half a diamond painting. not knitting does this to a man.#i also rewatched every pathologic and fear and hunger video essay i like but that's pretty typical for me

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athina-blaine · 4 months

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Bloodweave Fic Recs (01/05/24)

Check out my other fic recs here and here!

Congrats to Bloodweave nation for 1k fics on AO3, ya'll are truly hopped up on whatever's going on with those hungry weirdos and that's just beautiful

When You Wish Upon a Star by Greenegem (G, 800+ w || Tooth-Rotting Fluff) Just a man in love wishing upon the brightest star of his universe.

Five Stars by Viela (T, 700+ w || Modern AU) “A more suspicious man might think you’re dating me for my Uber rating.”

cursed by aevallare (T, 1k+ w || Soulmates, Scars) When Gale Dekarios was born, there were whispers that he was cursed.

To Behold, To Be Held by illithiddies (T, 3k+ w || Established Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence) Astarion shuts his eyes as his vision suddenly becomes doubled by Gale’s, the image overlaid and blurred into his own until the two are almost indecipherable. But shutting his eyes only clarifies the vision he receives from Gale: Himself, shirtless and bloodied, standing before a kneeling and defeated Cazador.

Self-Preservation and Other Cheap Façades by bloodweaving (shipwreckblue) (T, 3k+ w || Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting) During a bout of illness, Gale discovers that while Astarion may not have strong caretaking instincts, he does have experience.

To Hide it All Away by Greenegem (T, 5k+ w || Pre-Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm) Gale had been a series of puzzles Astarion couldn’t seem to solve from the start and he hated him for it. The first was a blight hidden behind a mouthwatering scent. The second, a hunger that sought to rival even his own. But it was the last one that most intrigued him. The perplexing choice of ornamentation on an otherwise clean slate.

In Due Time by illithiddies (M, 7k+ w WIP || Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Campaign Setting: Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage, Angst With a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn) Within the heart of Waterdeep, the legend of the Undermountain and its many dangers looms larger than life. Adventurers come for miles to partake in the garish ritual of lowering themselves into the dungeon below to see what riches they can find. What monsters they can best. It’s hardly an unfamiliar setting for Astarion. The overabundance of cocksure heroes makes it a prime location to find marks to lure back to Cazador. He watches the newest adventuring party disappear into the well. Out of the inn. Out of Waterdeep. A vampire spawn would hardly be missed among that crowd, no?

taste, and be consumed by TheEarlGreyAlpha (E, 2k+ w || Blood Drinking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Somnophilia) It was true that Gale had warned him, said his blood tasted awful. But caution had no meaning to Astarion, the immortal cat killed by its own curiosity again and again and again. What was one more life, in the name of discovery?

Home for the Holidays by troutsoup (E, 3k+ w || Established Relationship, Inappropriate Use of Mage Hand Spell and Hold Person Spell, Soft Dom Gale) After his first time accompanying Gale to a reunion of the enormous and overwhelming Dekarios family, Astarion is rewarded. Sort of.

Perfect Bound by positivejam (E, 4k+ w || Blood Drinking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Frottage, Wizard Hubris But Sexy) “Trapped? Oh, but that can’t be it," Astarion says, mouth dropping open as if he’s just noticed the binds. “I seem to recall you saying you had everything quite in hand.”

divine favor by Sinister_Queer (E, 5k+ w || Vampire Ascendant Astarion, God of Ambition Gale, Manipulation, Unhealthy Relationships) A century and a half after his Ascension, only one person left remembers Astarion as he was before. A century and a half after his Ascension, only one person left remembers Gale Dekarios. (or: The Vampire Ascendant summons the God of Ambition for a favor.)

You Into Me by ZiGraves (E, 7k+ w || Hurt/Comfort, Inappropriate Use of Tadpole Powers, Masturbation) Gale can shape pockets of safety amongst his spells of destruction, yes. But he needs to know where his allies are to be able to protect them, and Astarion makes it his business not to be seen. A solution must be found.

En Prise by positivejam (E, 32k+ w WIP || Blood Drinking, Oral Fixation, D/s) It’s not often Astarion sees his own hunger reflected in another’s eyes. And so yearning for a look in the mirror, he can't help but stare. With two discerning appetites, a deal to keep each other fed is the one thing that ties him to the vexing little mage. But then the proverbial collar slips all too easily around Gale's throat, the lead feels right in Astarion's unchained hands, and both men think they've bested the other in a game neither should be playing. In any case. As the greats say in lanceboard: there is no shame in losing to a stronger foe.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bloodweave #fic recs #i do my best to have a nice mix of all fic ratings but the E fics have just been on fire lately so [tosses up hands]#woe! pwp be upon you #is it really my fault when dnd offers so much in way of inappropriate spell usage 🤔#a true smorgasbord of debauchery

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wangxianficfinder · 7 months

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In the mood for...

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1. For the next ITMF, do you know of any fics with Lan Xichen with more of a spine, being less naive/more astute? His absolute trust in JGY drives me up the wall sometimes, so I'd like fics where he sees through him, for once. @kitsileya

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized (M, 50k, OFC/LXC, minor WangXian, Isekai, Transmigration, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Amateur cartography, Butterfly Effect, Sunshot Campaign, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, No Golden Core Transfer, Dimension Travel, Politics, LXC the politician, Self-Insert, Foreknowledge, Angst with a Happy Ending) for #1 the closest I can think of it "i told you when i came i was a stranger" by Caramelized it's isekai, but it's extremely well-done. one of those fics i reread a lot. lxc needs some help to see through the deceit, but he gets there in the end, and learns something from it. idk if it's exactly what the asker is after but no one else seems to have provided anything so I thought I'd at least offer it

A Little Fall of Rain by Just_a_Girl_in_a_Crystal (T, 47k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Temporary Character Death, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Grief/Mourning, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiang siblings, Fix-It, Golden Core Reveal, Protective LXC, Protective LQR) heavy angst

crack in the mirror by the_pretzel (T, 59k, WIP, WangXian, Reincarnation, Royalty, Transmigration, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Murder, Mutual Pining, based on a manhwa, Mystery, court intrigue, Assassination Attempt(s), Assassination Plot(s)) AU - he does keep supporting jgy for a while but believes lwj and then decides for himself

The blame game by apathyinreverie (T, 13k, WangXian, Fix-It, Time Travel, mainly just lxc getting his brother the husband he has wanted since they were teenagers, this time without the years of mourning, also lxc wants his adorable nephew back, LXC time travels, Canon Divergence, Possessive LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Fluff, Siblings, Romance, Golden Core Reveal, kind of, Golden Core Fix-It) here he has the benefit of time travel so idk if this is what OP is going for

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2. itmf fics where wei ying dies in qiongqi dao? thanks! ♡ @darlingjunebug

End Racism in the OTW | 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, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts) Technically WWX doesn't actually die, but he is assumed dead, so you get LWJ going a lil mad with grief & the sects reacting as if he's dead

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

Looking at You Always, All Ways by Keysmashed (T, 29k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nostalgia, Subtly Assertive LWJ, very mild angst, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Troublesome Lotus by orphan_account (G, 20k, WangXian, Female WWX, Gender Changes, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, LSZ is LWJ and WWX's Child, Baby LSZ, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Pregnancy, Pregnant WWX, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Childbirth, WWX dies in Qiongqi Path, Implied Sexual Content, Parent WWX, Good Parent WWX, Single Parent WWX, Sad Ending) if you dont mind reading fem!WWX

The world was wide enough for the both of us by Moonlit_dewdrops (T, 5k, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Not A Fix-It, Grief/Mourning, Guilt, Hurt No Comfort, Ambush at Qióngqí Path, Blood and Injury, Heavy Angst, Golden Core Reveal, JZX lives but someone else dies instead...)

ius in bello by Lise (T, 2k, Yunmeng Siblings, Canon Divergence, Tearjerker, Sad Ending, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Not A Fix-It, POV JC, podfic available)

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3. hello! thankyou all for your hard work. for the next ITMF, please suggest fics where: a) modern sick wwx, b) a-yuan is wwx and lwj's son but lwj know it some years after like wwx hid it or smth, it can be modern or not. c) good underrated tags that i can explore later. thankyou!

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A Grand Immortal Made Me Soup by s6115 (G, 5k, JC & WWX, wangxian, canon divergence, Immortal JC, Immortal LWJ, Immortality, Yunmeng Duo Days, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, JC & WWX Reconciliation, JC used his immortality to grow and mature, WWX finally reincarnates and the immortal JC isn't going to fail this time, JYL's Pork Rib and Lotus Root Soup, Good Sibling JC)

the soft animal of your body by sysrae (T, 15k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, modern cultivation, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Animal Transformation, Shapeshifting, Sort Of, Getting Together, Confessions)

Grace and a tender hand by feyburner (T, 4k, wangxian, modern, First Date, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Fluff)

3B)

Nothing but your heart by airinshaw (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Implied Mpreg, First Time, Getting Together, Angst and Drama, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Whump, Breeding Kink)

Family Pictures (Or: “Mark Rothko is very, very dead, Wei Ying.”) by belleweather (M, 37k, wangxian, modern, Kid Fic, Post Mpreg, Cindarella Story, Mistaken Identity, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, LWJ doesn’t know how to express feelings except with his checkbook, WWX is strangely okay with that, art conservator LWJ, idiot WWX (he gets better slowly), shockingly little actual sex omg what happened to me?, fake/mistaken cheating, no actual infidelity, I apologize to Mark Rothko and Julian Baumgartner)

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agree about the personal preference thing! i feel like the novel has big themes of (found) family, so occasionally i like to go through the tag and stuff like yiling sibs, lsz&wwx, jl&wwx etc etc. also i thing the "disabled character/wwx" fics are pretty underrated? because sometimes they're not found in the tag sadly

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4. Hi! I was wondering if any of you knew of fics that portray the confession scene from LWJ's POV? Ideally, I would like for fics to portray both parts (outside and inside the temple). If not, I would prefer it if the fic had its focus on the part inside the temple @blueghost13

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5. Hiii hope y'all are doing well! For today's itmf fics where wwx and lwj are trying to solve crimes. (any type works but thriller and/or horror would be amazing)? They can work together or meet and have to work together to figure it out, anything works really but I'd have a preference for detectives kinda stuff! @rkivees

medium blues by darkterrible (E, 193k, WangXian, Modern AU, Horror, Spooky, Opposites Attract, Fluff and Angst, Gore, Ghosts, Necromancy, Mojo’s post)

once upon a time, 很久很久以前 by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (M, 23k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, Modern, Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Not Everyone Dies au, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, wwx is sad and down bad, Single Parent LWJ, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, oh no by god this cant be happening to me, WIP) this is my WIP and there's a murder mystery and a curse that wangxian work together to solve, though they're both more like amateur detectives here. That part is still being set up, however.

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6. Hello, do you know any fics where the guanine temple incident goes wrong and somehow people end up hating wwx again, including lwj. I want an angst adventure fic to cry.

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7. Hello!! I hope you're doing well! I am in mood of angst and heart wrecking wangxian fics to feel emotions.... do you have any suggestions: where wangxian break up/divorce, misunderstandings, arguments or/and similar stuffs? Thank you very much... I will appreciate it so much 😭😭

The Right to Care by travelingneuritis (E, 61k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mood Whiplash, musician LWJ, nanny wwx, Developing Relationship, Breakup, Texting, Pining, Eventual Happy Ending, Adoption, Child Abuse, abuse intervention, Miscommunication)

you'll always know me by ana_cp (E, 127k, wangxian, modern, Actor WWX, Teacher LWJ, Getting Back Together, Exes to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, LWJ being cute with children alert, WWX rides a motorcycle, LWJ writes as a hobby, ALL THE GOOD THINGS, Back hugs as a love language, Sharing Food as a Love Language)

🧡 Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Post-Divorce, Father-Son Relationship, Reconciliation, Therapy, Angst with a happy ending)

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 107k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Romance, Persuasion au, Separations, Mutual Pining, Depression, Miscommunication, Emotional Roller Coaster, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Reconciliation, Eventual Smut, Jane Austen Fusion, Underage Kissing)

Dirty Little Secret by ilip13 (E, 67k, Wangxian, modern, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unreliable Narrator, Post-Break Up, Friends with benefits / Exes with benefits / Fuck-buddies, Implied Cheating, Also possibly some cheating kink, Self-Worth Issues, WWX is strong with the self-hatred here, trigger warning: suicide and mental illness (background of minor character), Graduate Students, Liberal use of the word 'fuck', Semi-Nonlinear Storytelling)

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8. Hello hello! It's been a while since I asked for fanfics buuuut I came back :D. Anyways, for I'm In The Mood For, can I ask for some "Freak for Freak" wangxian?

Thaaaaank youuuuu~~

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9. hello! thank you very much for your work! i was hoping if you know fics about how LWJ reacted or the scenes surrounding LWJ realizing that MXY is WWX after playing their song?

thank you very much! @cuddlemehun

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10. this has probably been done before, but i want to ask nonetheless. i'm in the mood for a fic where lwj is married to (preferably dark) yllz in exchange for something. dubcon is okay. thank you :)

💖 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, immortal WWX, slow burn, pining, arranged marriages)

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11. Hello! I don't actually have a specific fic to request for but I'm wondering if you can recommend or know of any fics where WWX is chubby?

All the fics I read describes WWX as desirably slim and I'm kind of thinking, is there any out there where he's meaty and cuddly?

leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood asshole dog, if you've met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation) This is one of my favourites, WWX has had previous food insecurity but he and LWJ now both appreciate his current level of chub

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12. Hi hello! I saw some people asking for fics where married wangxian fight like a married couple, kinda soft, but I was wondering if there are some where they fight for real? Like not necessarily physical (but could be), but I mean where they disagree with something very important and fundamentally can't agree. The kind of fight from before, but after. With happy ending of course, just lots of angst first hhahaha Could involve Sizhui for extra angsty points. thank you! @alexwilltellyouthings

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13. Hi. For the next ITMF could you recommend any fics where LWJ gets hurt protecting WWX and him feeling guilty (or just getting hurt for whatever reason but with WWX still blaming himself somehow /maybe even others blaming him too)? I've read Traveling in shadows, chasing your light by MusicMe_tc, it was amazing, so I'd love to read sth similar. Also I'd prefer finished works. Thank you @castielle711

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14. ITMF silent/quiet Wei Wuxian

❤️ whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, but basically no one else, Case Fic, Cultivation Sect Politics, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YL WWX, JL Needs a Hug, JL Tries, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut) he has his lips stitched shut

can consider looking through the mute wwx tag on ao3

I am sorry for taking your voice by misterfish (G, 9k, WWX/OMC, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, Remorse LWJ, Mute WWX, not Jiāng Family friendly, Past Child Abuse, WIP) Also, this is technically alr in the tag but I want to specifically rec

🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 53k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

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15. goodday! recently ive been rereading lots of fics and i feel like ive read all of i think the goods one (more like 25% completed, 50% ongoing, 25% ghosted).

i dont know if this is for ficfinder or itmf, i just want a suggestion from u'all, what tags should i explore more? or maybe you can recommend some fic? i already explored/read the compilation list here. ive been looking for underrated tags in ao3 but lots of them are ghosted. i feel like my request is kinda hard but thank you!

it really depends on your preference but I'd say start with your fave fics and follow the tags. Sometimes you can also check out the author's bookmarks for their fave fics as well. I'd also recommend checking out the wangxian fic recs blog! Alsp dont just search by kudos!!! This fandom has so many hidden gems. Id recommend making limited searches like within a certain time or even just going to a random page and checking out what you might like!

it might be helpful to only look for completed fics in ao3 :)

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16. Hi! I am in the mood for fics where Wei Ying is compelled to tell the truth via a spell or talisman, so secrets come out sooner than in canon. I have read sooooo many fics where WY is dragged before a conference and accused of stuff and no one believes what he says and for once I want him to tell the truth and for everyone to know he is telling the truth and then I want the dramatic reaction from everyone around who know that WY cannot lie right now. Ya know? Thanks so much!

After Truth Lies the Honest Path by Vrishchika (M, 10k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Truth Serum, Angry WWX, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Mild Angst, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Getting Together)

Silence Like a Cancer Grows by julomaiboulomai (M, 12k, Yunmeng Siblings, LXC & WWX, truth curse, Suicidal Thoughts, Canon Divergence, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Dissociation, WWX Needs a Hug, Golden Core Reveal, Hopeful Ending) not a conference

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17. i would very much love some recs of wwx being the spouse of a sect leader! like, wangxian is awesome for acting SL/chief cultivator lwj but i'd like specifically ppl HAVING to respect him for his position at least if they're not gonna do it for his genius and kindness. mingxian/ruoxian/xixian or idk other ships also welcome 🌸 if E-rated, please canon wwx dynamics! thank you! ❤️

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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tennessoui · 15 days

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(this is 1000% to try and stop myself from bed rotting or hurkle durkling as I have been wont to do lately when I have no plans)

I think the past polls like this have also stipulated I’ll work on all of them for ten minutes each per vote?? Am I remembering this right?? I’m down to promise that again 💙🥰

#obikin #these are just the AUs that came to mind while waiting for my train #any not tagged are not dead nor forgotten!!!!#a vote for a fic here is a vote against hurkle durkling #and a vote for Kits mental health

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inafieldofdaisies · 4 months

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(WIP) Music Monday | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @cloudofbutterflies92

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I’m also including the lyrics.

What you don't see is the line that we've been riding What you don't know won't kill ya but it's trying so hard And I've been feeling caught up I lost the god that's holdin' me down Took shape in the shade, my little wraith Really your call though isn't it, doll? If it's your verdict, who needs proof? I'm going down Tell me what you want, tell me what you need Tell me how I'm supposed to know when all you do is tease So I'll tell you what I want Cause I know what you see While I'm stuck here under you Go ahead and bury me

There's one thing on my mind And that's the hunger I feel inside You will be mine It's in my nature to be cold And this wild thing ain't getting old I can stalk you in the dead of night I can hunt you by the purest light There's no escaping when you're in my sights 'Cause i'm a perfect killer by design I will eat you alive 'Cause i'm addicted to the prey

Do you wanna put up a fight? Or do you wanna get out alive? Everybody is picking a side and this can only end one way Would you get the Devil this dance? Would you be a part of his plans? Now you got some blood on your hands Well, this can only end one way If you wanna go, this is how it goes If you wanna roll, heads are gonna roll If you wanna play, we can play all day But we play, play dirty, play dirty If you wanna live, gonna have to kill If you wanna win, blood is gonna spill If you wanna play, we can play all day But we play, play dirty, play dirty

Tagging, @direwombat @strangefable @adelaidedrubman @florbelles @unholymilf @carlosoliveiraa @onehornedbeast @fourlittleseedlings @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @purplehairsecretlair @macs-babies @marivenah @madparadoxum @voidika @theelderhazelnut @cassietrn @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @clicheantagonist @g0dspeeed @dumbassdep @strafethesesinners @simplegenius042 @corvosattano @thesingularityseries and anyone that would like to share some tunes this week <3

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sethnakht · 1 year

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fic recs feat. darth vader

Back in the day, I posted a list of fics (centered on the character of Darth Vader, in relation to Leia in particular) that left a strong impression on me as a reader. As part of a 2023 resolution to ease back into active reading, I wanted to shout out some newer stories that have equally grabbed my imagination. Like the original list, these stories are focused on Vader, especially if not exclusively in dialogue with Leia.

For context, I look for stories that grapple with the suit, with its effects, so you can expect medical and psychological horror as a theme. I also really like the kinds of horror stories you can tell with a character like Vader: I'm drawn to stories abounding with ghosts and gore. tl;dr - you can expect graphic depictions of violence and body horror, and please heed the tags on the fics themselves.

✦ appenza, multi-chapter wip by zinoviev, darth vader & leia organa, leia organa & luke skywalker

As a girl, Leia always dreamed of the stars. She had two passions: to become a pilot and to make the galaxy a better place. On her sixteenth birthday, she ran away from home to do what she thought was right. Two years later, she is a stellar recruit at an Imperial flight academy when an unwanted foe takes interest in her: Darth Vader.

Leia's characterization takes a stark departure here from the norm - she's alienated from her family and role on Alderaan, and has run away to become a pilot - offering a fresh and bold perspective on the AU scenario where Vader discovers her before Luke.

✦ divine comedy, multi-chapter wip by frodogenic, darth sidious & ghost!padmé amidala

Palpatine knows exactly how Padme Amidala died-trying to save her fool of a husband. What he can't understand is why she won't stop trying... Canon-compliant multi-chapter fic, spanning ROTS to ROTJ.

Padmé lives on a ghost, but only Palpatine can see her. Banger of a set up, and I love how this story is told from his perspective, slippery and odious; the cunning displayed by both as they make competing bets on Anakin’s fate.

✦ greater intrepidity than I could behold myself, orphaned oneshot, leia organa & darth vader

A towering, sinister shape in all black trudges into view. The sight of it is a confusing clash of associations as she and the creature try to identify it, an amalgamation of man-machine-beast. Its loud respiration cycles send chills down her spine. It is the center of the abnormality, she realizes.

In a dream that is also an allegory, Leia enters the mind of a red-eyed animal drawn by gnawing hunger into Vader’s presence. Sharp, visceral writing.

✦ heartstrings, completed multi-chapter genfic by severnlight, darth vader & leia organa

Forced to deliver a mysterious message, Princess Leia suddenly finds herself on a quest to chase ephemera alongside Darth Vader. Things wouldn't be so bad if he only acted like himself.

Fantastical, atmospheric variation on the AU scenario where Leia’s parentage is revealed to Vader before their relationship is irretrievably soured on the Death Star.

✦ in the deep and perfect dark, completed multi-chapter slashfic by qqueenofhades, darth vader/obi-wan kenobi

Obi-Wan considers cursing at it, or shouting at it, neither of which would do the least amount of good. Droids are nothing more than the reflection of their makers’ wishes and intentions; if this one has been designed to sit back and watch him suffer, that is not its fault but those who ordered it to do so. No machine can replicate the simple, spontaneous hatred and cruelty of an organic being ...

AU from the Kenobi show. I came to this by chance and am glad I took the plunge; there are scenes that continue to present themselves to me vividly weeks later, thanks to evocative writing.

✦ madhouse promenade, multi-chapter wip by husborth, darth vader/ghost!padmé amidala

In a bid to save his new apprentice's life, Darth Sidious siphoned the life force from Padmé Amidala, ultimately killing her. Ten years later, after finding out the truth, Darth Vader finds himself haunted by her ghost, and Padmé finds herself face-to-face with what her husband has become.

It's a thankless task to try and explain why this hits so hard, in multiple registers; the premise is gruesome, hilarious, the scene gothic-romantic and post-apocalyptic, the characters melancholy, bitter, unleashed, and cruel, somehow also at their best.

✦ more to me, and more in my mediations, multi-chapter wip by whetstonefires (Kieron_ODuibhir on AO3), darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker

The threads of life he’d felt slipping away were clutched fiercely now, as though for the first time since the Emperor’s death—for the first time in Luke’s lifetime possibly—his father had a reason to survive.

It's never explicitly established in ROTJ whether Vader picked up that Luke's sister was Leia or merely called the word, the feeling from his mind; this story launches from the premise that he was going to die in ignorance, and that learning Leia is his daughter gives him a reason to hold on, to actively atone. There's tremendous humor and sadness and discomfort here; Vader is at once pitiable and impossible to pity, and Leia's perspective gives room for many shades of ambivalence to fester and bloom.

✦ mythology, multi-story series by husborth, darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker, darth vader & obi-wan kenobi

In a universe where Darth Vader uncovered his lost twins and raised them in the heart of the Empire, Luke more-or-less accidentally instigates the most painful family reunion the galaxy has ever seen.

I'm desperate for this series to continue, for more of this particular Vader, this Leia, this Luke, and this Obi-Wan - all flawed, all hurting, all slowly beginning to heal.

✦ nameless, on the edge of nowhere, multi-chapter wip by ambivalent-cosmos (Taxonamie on AO3), darth vader & leia organa

Commander Luke Skywalker is MIA. Darth Vader is MIA. Rebel command has hopes, and they have fears, and the wrong ones will come true. Alone in a big bad galaxy, what will Anakin Skywalker do to find his son? Whatever he has to, including walk the razor's edge of tentative alliance with the Rebels who would be happy to spit on his corpse. Free from all Masters, can Anakin learn who he wants to be, at last?

Vader survives the second Death Star with no inkling that his daughter is Leia; separated from Luke during a hurried last-second escape, he ends up having to fend for himself, half-dead and without his suit, to the point of negotiating with the Alliance on his own. There's splendid tension here from the fact that Leia knows more than he does; even exposed as an invalid, on hunger strike, and at a knowledge disadvantage, Vader remains palpably dangerous, volatile, compelling.

✦ notes from the dark side of the moon, completed one-shot by amylion, darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker

When suddenly some of the rich and powerful of the galaxy begin to disappear and later turn up dead on a consistent basis, it worries both the Empire and the Alliance enough to open up an investigation. Only half-heartedly though, because there's also the matter of the war to distract them. That is, until Darth Vader disappears...

I love this set-up: Vader, deprived of his mask and further neutralized with Force binders, ends up shut up in a prison cell with Leia, and she can't begin to guess as to why.

✦ order carnivora, multi-chapter wip by husborth, darth vader & leia organa

In a universe where Leia is told the truth of her biological parentage as a child, she makes a deal to save the galaxy from certain destruction; she'll surrender herself to Vader if he'll destroy the Death Star. Between the galaxy and what he wants, there's only one choice Vader always makes.

Leia saves herself from torture on the Death Star by revealing her parentage to Vader - the trope feels fresh in this giddy, wild ride of a take. Vader is as insane, Leia as exasperated, foul-mouthed, and unpredictable as one might hope.

✦ red meat, short stories by husborth, darth vader & darth sidious

A collection of short stories about Darth Vader and the Emperor, and the absolute vile nonsense evil wizards do in their spare time.

It feels pointless to try and describe what is best experienced for oneself - the superlative character study, more wickedly imaginative and gloriously unhinged than anything the official canon-makers could even dream of producing. NB. - dead dove, do not eat

✦ the good he seeks, multi-chapter wip by husborth, darth vader & luke skywalker

After killing the Emperor, Darth Vader agreed to serve the fledgling New Republic and destroy the last true-believers of the Empire he had once helped create. But he's living on borrowed time.

Images from this story haunt my waking hours; husborth's command of language and gift for building scenes of ruin and devastation into which love and humor nevertheless shine - leave me speechless. One of my absolute favorites.

✦ this place loves what it eats, multi-chapter wip by roadtripexpert, darth vader & leia organa

What could be called but isn’t death, or Leia Organa doesn't kill the man formerly known as Anakin Skywalker.

Leia, not Palpatine, is the one who retrieves Vader from the banks of Mustafar, in this feverish, lyrical, astonishing time-travel AU.

✦ twin suns at the door of night, multi-chapter wip by achrmy, darth vader & leia organa, darth vader & luke skywalker

In the ruins of Polis Massa Medical Facility Vader finds the memory bank of a midwife droid, and within…multiple revelations. Luke Skywalker has a vision of Vader in an unimaginable state, engulfed in flames, hunted…and vulnerable. An alternate universe story, beginning from Darth Vader 2020 #5

AU of the ongoing comic series, set after Vader is brutally punished by the Emperor for failing to capture Luke at Bespin. Enjoyed this both as a commentary on the comic and as a standalone adventure story.

✦ wastelands, completed multi-chapter genfic by mistress_siana, ghost!darth vader & leia organa

When Leia’s ship crashes, she’s faced with a choice: die, or accept help from a Force ghost who used to be good at fixing things.

Vivid reimagining of the trope where Anakin's ghost helps Leia survive a crash. There's a toxic cloud, "pulsating green" on the horizon, that I've not been able to forget months after first reading this.

✦ white orchid, multi-chapter, multi-fic wip by husborth and whetstonefires (Kieron_ODuibhir on AO3), darth vader & leia organa

Emperor Palpatine dies unexpectedly a year before the Death Star would be deemed operational. His heir apparent, Darth Vader, startles the galaxy by passing up the throne, and then passing it on to the newly-elected Senator of Alderaan, Leia Organa, after the Force leads him to directly to her. The new Empress inherits a terrorized galaxy, a broken Empire to tear down from the inside, and the weirdest second-in-command anyone can imagine.

See also this glorious illustration by symeona. The story that got me to start reading here again, replete with ironies and delights like a murderous garden and a palace designed to be impassable.

#fic recs #darth vader #anakin skywalker #leia organa #genfic recs #long post

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mightymizora · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

Gently tagging @plethomacademia @todderwodders @spellmage @baneschosen @cats-obsessions @transprincecaspian @secondsundering @amaranthsynthesis @lamortwrites @rowanisawriter @smoreofbabylon and anybody else who fancies it, while acknowledging January is... January...

So writing has been a bit hit and miss this week. I've done a lot of moving things in and out of the archive pile though. I'm actively working on Stonemilker, which is a semi-sequel to Monster, Mine; Bodies, a little Ketheric one-shot; Propaganda, AKA the fic where Minthara goes to meet Gortash alone; Ministrations, where Gortash, Manva, and Ketheric pray to their respective gods ahead of coming together as the chosen; and then, unexpectedly, Ammunition came back into play.

Ammunition is set in 1482 and is about the beginning of the Second Sundering and, particularly, Karlach's relationship to Gortash as he sees his opportunity to take advantage of the chaos that it starts to bring. It's also an opportunity for me to play a bit with tense and perspective...

Watch your footing on the cobbles as you descend down to the waterfront; these are not the dirt-roads of the villages around the city that someone of your ilk might be used to, nor is it the well-kept stone of the Upper City. Take my arm and stay close, for I know these streets like I know the veins in my arm. Those who know these streets well know the paths down the descent to the docks that have been carved out my a hundred thousand heavy-soled shoes, a desire path to the edges of the city, and know that they can be treacherous at this time of year when the rains come in an endless mizzle.

You can smell the fried fish carrying on the sharp breeze. In this cold eve in the third tenday of The Rotting it’s enough to make your mouth water, even if at this distance you’re smelling the twice-fried leftovers that didn’t sell. I do not blame you; you do not know these docks as I do, you do not know that Tully takes the leftovers from the bin-barrels of her competitors, hanging them to dry in her house before she flash-frys them again. The first bite of your teeth is crisp, but the oil is trapped in layers and drips down your chin in rivulets. No, best temper your hunger until we weave our way down into the alleyways, into the underpasses with the passed out drunkards stinking of their own piss (likely that will try your stomach well enough), hopping over the loose stones on the steps down past the cobblers and down towards the Counting House.

At this time of night the vendors are changing over, the night market taking pitch in front of the closed vendors in an attempt to seem legitimate. Some of course work with their partners to share tax costs, many more work to create the illusion of trust, and they have their patrons, all of them, some unwitting, others very much perusing with intent.

I can see you looking at one of them. I can feel your feet slow as we walk by.

Your eyes are drawn to her, because of course they’re drawn to her; a striking woman almost seven feet tall with gold-gilded horns and expensive clothes. A Zariel Tiefling, to those that know the more intricate natures of such exotic flowers. There are some Tieflings in Baldur’s Gate, granted more than there were before the Sundering began, but for people like you she is still a rare enough sight I’d warrant. Perhaps when your business is done you might take a turn to the festhouses in the upper city, full of women who look like ripe fruits. This woman? She is lean and muscular, the flex of her arms showing off the mark of the Heapside Reavers peeking through the finery of a municipal office.

She is a bodyguard. To whom, you ask? What kind of person feels the need to announce his presence so?

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oneeyedoctogod · 2 months

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I uh haven't written as much as I would have wanted of the huli jing wwx (I really should find a title >.>) so this WIP Wednesday you get something else!

In which the Burial Mounds use Wei Wuxian's own body for revenge on his behalf, and MXY!Wei Wuxian gets to witness it.

(unsure whether that truly counts as body horror, but at the very least, cw for description of a corpse.)

Wei Wuxian has always taken pride in his looks. He freely admitted it once, happy and careless the way teenagers can be. His sweet smile got him sweets and friendly words from the maidens and the aunties on the streets, his visible strength got him admiration from his peers. He classed four on the list of the popular young masters, and happily boasted about it. Even when he was stuck on the Burial Mounds with the Wen Remnants, he took care as much as he could of his hair and his body, keeping his strength up despite hunger and their poor circumstances. Back then of course, it was as much a matter of pride as it was a matter of survival — should he look too weak, the Cultivation World would have hunted him down much sooner.

Still, seeing his own body like this hurts.

The Burial Mounds may have a strong will, but even all of its resentful energy combined cannot stop time forever. The body in front of him is vaguely familiar, in the shape of its sunken cheekbones, in the built of its shoulders. But the hair has grown thin, with patches of it gone from the skull. The skin of half a cheek is gone, revealing the white bone and rotting teeth. The body is missing an arm and several fingers from its remaining hands. Splashes of blood color what’s left of its clothes — this, at least, Wei Wuxian knows not to be his. A body this old can't bleed after all.

He shivers, barely refraining a gag.

“Be…” the corpse rasps, with an unfamiliar voice. Did it used to be his? “Beloved… Laozu…”

It reaches out with its trembling hand. Weakness or emotion? Wei Wuxian cannot tell. He lets it touch his cheek. At least, there are no maggots or other insects he can see — the resentful energy would have either killed or rejected most living beings. Only the crows seem unaffected, watching the interaction with their beady eyes.

#MDZS #Wei Wuxian #Sentient Burial Mounds #Body horror #My writing #revenge of the burial mounds wip #WIP Wednesday

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whimsofavim · 9 months

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Master Post

Don’t F*ck Your CoWorkers - WIP, Lucy Gray becomes a mentor AU, hayffie, slow SLOW burn, 59th - The reaping of the 74th Hunger Games

All Each Other Has - Planned but not yet written, Lucy Gray becomes a mentor AU, Second Quarter Quell, Prequel to DFYCW

God Damn Grandkids - A concept with sporadic scenes but not yet written, Lucy Gray becomes a mentor AU, Hayffie, Everlark, 74th Hunger Games - Epilogue, Sequel to DFYCW

Two for Two - Working title, currently rotting my brain, lavishing in notebook, so many gifs so little time, likely not posting until GDG is finished

The 58th - What it says on the tin, I’m not sure when exactly I’m going to write this but I’ve been wanting to for a WHILE

The 64th - As above, so below, but instead of this being on my brain for a while it’s been on my brain for a couple of hours at most and it’s mostly because I want to write some ANGST

#hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games fanfiction #lucy gray baird #haymitch abernathy #Effie Trinket #Hayffie

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muddshadow · 1 year

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character meme tag —

i saw @the-void-writes do this and i got to work hehe!! featuring my art and some of my fave ocs!! tagging some folks i think might be interested in making memery? @magefaery @jezifster @vacantgodling @cream-and-tea @bloodlessheirbyjacques @tc-doherty or open tag!!! i would love to see!!

blanks below if you’re interested :3c

#writeblr tag games #character meme #mud draws #this took me too long but i was he-he-he-ing for most of it so #hm should i tag all my characters for this..... no.......#wip. to forget a prince #wip. bloodhounds #wip. the butcher #wip. the hunger rot #muddshadow

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the-stove-is-divorced · 2 months

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Day 1483943 of being cursed with Batman brainrot so snippet of young ghoul!Bruce wip, that may or may become a oneshot one day.

Bruce wants to vomit.

His heart, a stupid sluggish thing, which beats far too slow to sink into the bounds of normal, truly begins to pound furiously now, desperately, ready to yank free from the cages of bone and fatty tissues, the too dark blood and pale skin. Bitter bile begs to be released as he trembles, helplessly trying to keep the blood from his mother’s side, where it's staining the ground in spite of his efforts, so terribly warm and worse yet—a horribly sweet.

It actually smells sweet.

Bruce wants to vomit.

It actually smells sweet.

Sweet like candies do, soft and delicate like cotton candy, like cakes fresh from the oven, caramels carefully salted, but its blood. His stomach, this stupid body, is panicked and horrible and hungry, because the blood is fresh and warm upon his hands, the scent thick and nearly choking upon his nose, and he’s never wanted to throw up more. His vision blurs, swimming, details cast aside as body deforms into dark, bloody shapes, stiff and still, frozen in horror.

He knows their hearts cannot beat anymore, the familiar pitter patter like rain against a windowsill, the pleasant hum like the fridge in the kitchens, like the distant buzz of a hive at work, is cut. Finished. Struck and left rot, stagnant.

And still, in spite of him, in some horrible, awful might of the wretched, this wretched body, the smell is sickeningly sweet, fresh and truthfully, insidiously, delicious. His parents, the bodies, are ripe like fruit, sickeningly fresh, coating the back of his throat with the slow trickle of hunger, the stench of buttery baked goods, a touch of saltiness, an overwhelming soft sweetness, just begging for just a single, tiny, bite. Their bodies fell like the too fat fruit hung from the property’s trees, blood splatter like bruises across their skin from the impact.

If Bruce closes his eyes, stunning backward and hitting the wall, ignoring the rattling breath and horrible hiccups, he’s been shoved into a shop, goodies and treats to be devoured, the very touch of a perfectly soft, heavy cake desperate for his teeth to sink in and finally chew.

As the roar of the sirens grow closer, the red ooze coats his trembling hands like syrup, Bruce’s stomach growls, cruelly, and his mouth, betraying, is filled with drool.

The wretched stain of hunger paints the memory still.

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“Master Bruce? Are you hungry?”

No, he thinks, he won’t be ever again. He scarcely even turned his head, rooted to his parent’s bed and wishing it would just swallow him whole, spare him the mercy of existing, the prickling pain of hunger, the choking memory of blood at the back of his throat, oh so sickeningly sweet.

The funeral was a blur of tears, muddled blurring tones of weary speeches, cousins he didn’t care for, food he didn’t—couldn’t eat, and others he couldn’t make himself swallow. Again, his stomach squirms in the discomfort of hollowness, to be empty, but Bruce doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to do anything. He tries to sleep, but mockingly, it doesn’t come, exhaustion perched right beside him, filling his limbs with concrete, but blissful unconsciousness avoids him like the plague.

Alfred lingers by the door. Warm, yellow light spills in from around his looming shadow, but it does nothing to curb his vision, darkness and light nothing but a blur, a matter of taste and not a dive into blindness, because his eyes are different, his body is monstrous, and yet he still survived. Untouched the rain of bullets, the spray by blood.

“Not even a snack?” Alfred tries. He can hear the trying smile.

A short sniff, and the speckle of animal blood lingers in Alfred’s fingers, finely chopped chunks of meat arranged in simple shapes, triangles, circles, barely cooked and raw. Savory, juicy, and bursting with flavor to make saliva pool in his mouth. Disgusting, foul, wretched, that makes him squirm.

But Bruce just buried his head underneath a pillow that still carries his father’s cologne, and trembles. One day it will fade and Bruce will bath it in bottles of cologne to make it stay. He’ll buy the whole company just for a single, fluffed pillow.

Alfred steps closer. A specific spot along the floorboards creak, announcing the distance, but Bruce can’t make himself care. He just aches.

He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to inhale cologne over blood. He tries to ignore how his stomach feels like a knife trying to carve him open, despairingly empty. It hurts. As he sinks into the sensation, clawing and desperate, a gloved hand finds itself in his hair, incredibly gentle, so horribly soothing, undeserved, and he begins to crumble. He is held, gently rocked and whispered meaningless promises, lies of getting better, and they loved you, and I’m sorry’s, but the ache inside him is blooming, swelling, overrides his senses and brings him to tears, clinging onto the touch, starving.

When he wakes in his parents bed hours later, there is a meal, warm, sitting by the nightstand and a small cup of blood, cool, beside it. His body is a weak thing, shaky and oh so cold. The blankets upon him are thick, suffocatingly warm, windows shut and curtains drawn, but he’s chilled to the bone. His stomach wants.

And it’s right there.

He brings it to his lips, hands shaking ever so lightly, grabbing bare with his own palms and sees the blood coat it, syrupy. He wants to lick it. He wants to throw up. The body wants to eat. He feels so weak, and his body, this body, it demands and screams and aches. He puts it in his mouth. He wants it to taste like ash and rot, he wants it to taste like chewing molding wood and inhaling dirt, he wants to taste like dirty sewer water, putrid and foul.

It doesn’t. It’s incredible.

It’s undeserved.

#writing wips #rambles idk idk #my writing #ghoul capable of eating raw meats and blood but humans smell/taste like sickeningly good #why write this? I DONT KNOW #if this needs any cw/tw lemme know btw #waynes doing some kind of ritual to have a child and WHOOPS ghoul child!#adoption? nah get the book from the basement the waynes are getting a kid TODAY #bruce wayne #fanfic idea #something about joker being human and cruel VS batman a “monster” and kind/beacon of hope #joker “i know what you are” vs batman “NUH UH! i cant hear you SHUT UP NOT LISTENINGGGG"#throwing batman in an au and seeing how the changes impact his character: the fic idea

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