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aventurasdeunatortuga · 10 months

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Lijiang Part 2

Alright I think with this post I am pretty much caught up.

After coming back from Tiger Leaping Gorge on Friday I made my way back to Lijiang where I’ve been for the last 3 days. Friday evening was nice and quiet. I stayed in my hotel. Every night all the staff in the hotel have homemade dinner together and invite any guests that want to join them which is really cool, and it happened to me one of the staff’s birthday. I had just finished eating dinner and they went “好的！蛋糕！” ok, cake! And at the door was a cake delivery of two giant cakes. I was so surprised, but given that I can’t understand the majority of what people’s conversations are I guess it shouldn’t be that surprising. We celebrated the staff member’s birthday which was super cute.

On Saturday I had a rest day. In the afternoon I went over to Black Dragon Pool Park, one of the bigger city parks here. I walked around for a while and got noodles and bubble tea from a food stand and sat by the pond while catching up on writing and listening to a busker play. It was very nice.

On Sunday I ventured out of town to the nearby mountain, Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. Weirdly I was able to take the regular city bus there even though it was like 30 km outside of town. It was very seamless once I found the right bus.

As generally tends to happen on the tail end of long trips I’ve been pretty tired the last few days so I wasn’t really up to pushing myself to leave really early in the morning to go visit the mountain or spend the whole day doing things. But as a result when I got there it was very crowded and due to how big the crowds were I couldn’t see much before closing time, which, honestly I’m fine with.

Jade Dragon Snow Mountain’s peak has significant elevation, I’m not sure what the elevation actually was or what it was at the base of the mountain but people were extremely prepared for it. I’d never seen this before, but everyone had small individual canned oxygen tanks they just took some breaths from every now and again to avoid altitude sickness. It was pretty cool and helped a lot with the altitude. Definitely could’ve used that for the 13,000+ ft elevation in Peru.

I had arrived too late in the day to visit the peak of the mountain, but I had some lunch at the base and saw a cultural performance which was pretty cool. They had over 100 performers from a variety of different ethnic groups in Yunnan and Tibet and they performed traditional dances. The stage was really cool set up against the mountains and the performance even had horses at one point.

I don’t know if this is a cultural thing or just this particular crowd of tourists thing or a me being cranky and sick of people thing but I got pretty annoyed at the people in the audience. People were just shoving and pushing left and right with very little regard for or awareness of personal space, talking loudly on the phone all throughout, and just getting up in the middle and walking around in front of the stage. So between all that it was kind of hard to see everything but it was still pretty cool. I’ve noticed a lot of shoving and pushing and lack of personal space especially while waiting in lines here and I feel like its just normal here and I just need to get used to it.

Anyway after that I got on a bus to go visit a really cool lake at the base of the mountain called Blue Moon Bay. The water was so turquoise and clear it was very otherworldly. There were also these natural pools that reminded me a lot of the travertines in Pamukkale, Turkey. There were literally dozens of people taking their wedding photos and there were a lot of other people so it was pretty crowded but it was still cool to see.

The sun was really really bright up by the mountain due to the elevation. Here in China people are very very conscientious about sun protection, but instead of using sunscreen they use UV protectant clothing. Usually this involves a long jacket that zips up to cover your nose and mouth, arm coverings, gloves, a large brimmed hat, sunglasses and an umbrella. Some people even have full face masks (forehead to chin) with eye holes. This is rooted in colorism unfortunately as having paper white skin is seen as highly regarded here, people go to great lengths to avoid any amount of sun exposure and use skin whitening creams in addition to this.

Since I’d gotten sunburned at least 3 times already this trip I finally caved and got a UV jacket to go to the mountain and it actually worked really well. The only part of me that got burned was my nose and chin because I didn’t zip it up all the way. When I went to buy it it was a weird interaction at the shop. It was supposed to be about 80 yuan, the old man at the shop I guess recognized me or something? I’d been in the shop a couple of times already and talked a little bit to him before. He only charged me 50 yuan for the jacket and a bottle of water, but then after I paid him digitally he got all worked up and started waving his hands all over the place. Then he took 40 yuan from the register and put it in my hand and shooed me away, so he essentially gave me the jacket for free. I was so confused and hope I didn’t misunderstand what was happening but I think he was just being really nice.

So anyway, shout out to that old man for helping me avoid getting burned yet again.

Anyway, sorry for the tangent, the sun was super super bright and intense at the mountain so it was a weird combination of being cold and hot at the same time. I started making my way back to town which involved a truly enormous claustrophobic line to get on the bus back down the mountain and then another to get back to town.

Back in town I wandered around the ancient town one more time and bought some dried tea to take home. It was a huge production involving everyone in the shop and a little kid running to get his mom who spoke English. The lady in the shop ended up giving me a rose cake for free which was nice. Yunnan specializes in a lot of foods one of which is flower cakes, little warm cakes with a flower infused filling.

I walked around the snack market which had a lot of interesting local foods. I tried a “milk fan” which is essentially fried milk on a stick. They take the milk and separate it out through a very complex process until it is semi-solid and then fry it. It was very interesting, it tasted like yoghurt or cheese but was chewy and crunchy.

Back at my hotel the owner had made homemade mushroom soup for dinner, which Yunnan also specializes in. It was very yummy. I was also very surprised because there was a French person staying at my hotel and the owner of the hotel asked me to go translate what he wanted to say to the French person and I was able to translate a whole interaction. My Chinese is so so so basic I was very surprised I was able to sort of do that.

At dinner we were able to actually hold somewhat of a conversation this time which was nice. I really do want to get to know and talk to people here but the language barrier has been so intense its been hard to have anything more than very basic communications.

One thing that I am starting to admire about China is how fiercely independent and for lack of a better word, self-sufficient, it is. I feel like a lot of the rest of the world has been impacted a lot by globalization and homogenization. You can go almost anywhere in the world and hear the same popular music playing, see the same exact brands of shops, and see the same 5 chain restaurants and use the same apps and speak English and be understood. But that is absolutely not the case in China. There are a few global brands like KFC and Starbucks that have managed to establish themselves here but it is rare. Other than that, China does absolutely everything on its own terms and you really can’t get around just relying on English. China does just about everything without relying on outside influences and in many cases are way ahead of the curve compared to the rest of the world. China forces you to make a genuine effort to engage in their culture rather than adapting itself to suit foreigners, which I think is kind of cool and I haven’t seen that really anywhere else I’ve traveled.

There is of course a flip side to that. A big part of the reason China has their own version of everything is partially to avoid undue influence from the west and partly because the Chinese government has a very specific narrative it wants to push and so anything alternative to that is simply not allowed. There is no access to a lot of information online, media is heavily censored, and it is very very difficult for foreigners to get a visa to enter China. This results in a lot of people truly just not being aware of some alternative perspectives and ways of thinking and its hard for intercultural exchange to happen. Not saying it doesn’t happen, there are lots of students and teachers who go abroad or come from abroad and plenty of intergenerational immigrant families. But I can definitely see how one could go their whole life here without being exposed to a lot of people who are different from them and then you get situations of discrimination, racism, and even ethnic cleansing like what is happening in Xinjiang and no one talks about it or is aware of it. Protesting is illegal here.

Not saying the US is any better, we have a lot of problems as well and certainly don’t have clean hands either. There is a lot of censorship and discrimination and racism in the US as well. I don’t know where I’m going with this other than there is a lot of rhetoric in both the US and China that tends to demonize the other country and it sounds naïve but when you get down to it and are able to have an actual conversation with someone and have that person to person cultural exchange, we have a lot in common. The US and China both have a lot of very serious issues but its also not fair to conflate people with their governments, especially when they as individuals can do very little to impact what their government does. I guess it just reiterates for me how important education and cultural exchange are.

Anyway I don’t know where I was going with any of that word vomit, but I am currently en route to my final stop in China (but not of this trip): Xi’an. Will try to update before I leave in about 3 days.

#lijiang #yunnan #china #travel #solo travel #asia #blue moon bay #jade dragon snow mountain #black dragon pool park

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Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, China

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babushkatty · 5 months

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Tranquil SAGAU - Part 2

-> Part 1

-> Part 3

"How does it feel like, to fly?" You asked idly, cuddling into Dvalin's feathered, soft back.

"I could show you," is what you got for an answer.

And so here you were, flying over Mondstadt (the country) and being utterly speechless at how little justice the game did to the utter beauty of it all.

Hills of grass and farmlands (it made so much sense for Mondstadt to be a country of agriculture, of farming, how had you not thought of it before?) rolled lazily wherever the eye could see, stretching well over the horizon.

Forests swayed with the wind as Dvalin flied by, lush crowns blending into one another and protecting the animals underneath.

Lakes and rivers cut through the monotony of greens and browns with a brilliant blue, sparkling in the sun like Edward Cullen.

The mountains of Liyue, so small you had the impulse to grab them into your hands despite how far away they were, were like an extension of Mondstadt -- a slow and steady rise from a mere molehill to a towering behemoth overlooking the vast world.

Dragonspine, instead of playing into the beauty of Mondstadt, seemed to go directly against it. Using it to enhance its' own presence, to have your eye stray and appreciate the cold, ethereal mountain of snow and ice instead. It looked deceptively peaceful from so far away - the nearly permament snow storm looking like a translucent garb shrugged elegantly onto white robes of an indifferent jade beauty, whose mere gaze could freeze you to death.

And Mondstadt (the city) looked like a mere speck of dust in the grand scheme of it all.

"How pretty," you couldn't help but say, head swaying to and fro as you enjoy the view and the gentle winds from where you sat, sprawled out like a starfish on the dragon's back.

You kind of saw a pattern there, but you certaintly weren't complaining.

Dvalin huffs a laugh.

"It is only natural, Teyvat was made by the All-Mother. Anything made by their hand is bound to be beautiful."

You laugh, loud and unrestrained and uncaring, because there was no one to scold you for being yourself anymore, "Indirectly complimenting yourself, are you?"

And Dvalin laughs too, a deep rumble of a laugh that has him dipping in altitude for a moment before he rights himself.

It was nice.

"I'm hungry."

"Then we shall land."

.　 . • ☆ . ° . • ° : . * ₊ ° . ☆

While you ate some fruits that a few adorable squirrels offered to you almost as soon as you landed (which made you melt into a puddle of happiness again, because they were so cute it hurt and they let you pet them a few times before they left), Dvalin made himself comfortable and started speaking. He wove stories like a master seamstress --of Teyvat, of Mondstadt, of Barbatos and of his own past--, giving birth to such vivid imaginery that you almost felt like you were there with him while it all happened.

He was a great storyteller.

The years of friendship between him and Venti probably contributed to it, there is only so long you can go without picking up a few things from an insistent friend after all.

"Durin was a pitiful creature. An artificial existence made by an arrogant Alchemist of Khaenri'ah in a futile attempt to recreate the All-Mother's miracle of creation, wishing for freedom and friendship but unable to attain them."

Dvalin huffs.

"I had to strike him down, for the safety of Mondstadt. And even on his death bed, not once had he blamed me nor Barbatos, merely wishing we had met in better circumstances."

The mood turns somber.

"His heart still beats in Dragonspine," you say after a while.

Dvalin exhales a long and drawn out breath.

"You will be able to put him to rest, once you grow stronger. It is merely a matter of time."

Quiet protests of you not being the All-Mother, of you simple being (Name) and nothing else, are quickly shoved to the back of your mind and ignored.

Instead, you ask why he believed so.

"You have purged me of the Abyssal filth that had tortured me for centuries with your mere presence, despite having descended only recently. That is enough confirmation."

You blink in suprise.

Didn't that mean you were much earlier in the timeline that you thought?

Huh.

Something to think through while you monch on the fruits.

Then again, did it really matter how early into the timeline you transmigrated? You weren't an ambitious person and you didn't crave adventure and excitement. People like you manned the market stalls rather than making a difference.

...you probably jinxed yourself.

☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* ✨ Author Note✨

Countdown to All-Mother dearest jinxing themselves and making a difference - however long it takes me to write the next chapter!

Now, ✨how do I taglist people cuties✨

I am trying to tag someone but the @ can't find them, someone heeeeeeelp I'm poking and fat-fingering everything on their profile but it doesn't work :(

Also, if someone is bored of boring music check out The Kiffness on youtube, I'm having a Kiffness x Goat collab on repeat and it's dope af.

Kookee kookee with a cockatiel is dope too.

And the cat jams.

He has a whole playlist of just cat jams, what more does a coach potat like me need?

#genshin sagau #sagau x reader #sagau #genshin impact #x reader #genshin x reader #isekai #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x gn y/n #self aware genshin

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izvmimi · 15 days

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the god of the riverbanks takes his sacrifices drowned - young girls, once sweet, bright-eyed and naïve in the morning sun, in exchange for bountiful harvests, rain and the promise of floods kept at bay. there are rumors that they turn up unaccompanied and unharmed in villages afar, hair just slightly damp and smelling as fresh as the sea, with their memories lost yet their smiles forever just as cheerful as the jade green dragon himself who glides just below the visible depth of the wide seas.

in contrast, the god of the skies, of sun and snow, is thought to take his sacrifices burned at the stake and yet no one has seen their bodies past their first cries and coughs. young women with strange burns they do not remember abound in a country far west; perhaps their voices reach the heavens and he shows mercy towards them, allowing them to ride on his back that glitters with a mosaic of white and red scales, and see the world from above, their scars bold but their minds purged of their pasts by flame and soothed by gentle ice.

however, nothing will give you solace, because you are to be sacrificed to the god of the mountains and the earth, who is war and strife itself. the blindfold that keeps you helpless is thick, the ropes on your wrists tight and cutting into your skin. the god offers your village protection from calamity and invasion; he promises your country strength and thus your gift is necessary.

you doubt you'd be a worthy meal but there was no one else to offer up, and you hope he swallows you up quickly; the pain could be immense, but not worse than the pain in your weary heart. your chest aches as you think of your family, aches further when you realize you will never have the chance to find purpose or find love.

the mountains are still and quiet as you wait, bound helplessly to the stone shrine. there is no escape.

time passes both slow and fast as you breathe in deep and exhale half as long until your chest hurts with the stacking of breath expanding your weary lungs.

you hear a sigh.

"sick of this shit."

your eyes widen at the gruffness of the man's voice, but you can see nothing. he tuts, and you can hear a presence move around you, the stinging warmth of a flame too close to the sensitive skin of the underside of your arms. the same sensation is quickly felt in your bound legs before you before they are free.

the blindfold falls and you're staring into a set of red, inhuman eyes. vertical slits. dragon eyes.

but your visitor is a man, somewhat, even if he is practically three times your size. your breath holds as you take more of him in, sharp eyes and even sharper cheekbones, golden hair, a gaze that is less curiosity and more exasperation. there is a soft glow to his skin despite the dusky overtone of the sky and his lips are soft appearing and pinkish red, almost feminine, in contrast to the soft bristle of fair, coarse hair on his chin. smoke still comes from the corner of his mouth as he speaks, and you see flashes of fanged teeth intermittently.

"i'm taking you to the other side of the mountain, got it?" he asks.

it's a statement that is given like an order and you're too dumbfounded to speak, forgetting how to make use of your no longer bound arms and legs.

"i won't eat you. got it?" he repeats, louder. your head swims.

he doesn't wait for your answer regardless, and his wings spread - deep crimson, orange and yellow, brilliant like the crackles of a large bonfire. you're dragged into his arms without protest and cradled like a small child despite his annoyed expression, you take to the skies, your fate uncertain.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #daydreams: bnha #mimi's notes

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idyllcy · 2 months

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seven, seven, seven || holy matrimony

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summary: sacrifice or spouse? immortal or mortal?

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year of every decade, a village girl is sacrificed at the foot of a mountain, left to be devoured by the dragon at the tip of the mountain. There is a rumor that above the clouds of the mountain of green, there resides a dragon, sky clear where he lives, his palace made of pure jade and lined with gold, his gates lined with pearls, and his scales as bright as the blue sky. There is a rumor that in the palace, the furniture is made of the finest of woods with cushions made of the finest silk in all of the land. There is a rumor that in the palace, a dragon with purple eyes sits on his throne of gold, asking for a bride on the seventh day of the seventh month every ten years.

On the seventh day of the seventh month of your many years in life, you are put at the base of the mountain in the snow, left to die, adorned from head to toe in red robes symbolizing your holy matrimony to the dragon in the sky.

On the seventh day of the seventh month of that year, you are disguised as a 17 year old despite your older age, and you are dressed like a bride, skin powdered and body bathed, lips red and lashes curled, dressed like the dolls you used to see on display at the city, left for your holy husband who doesn’t seem like he is coming for you. On this special day of the most luckiest day in the year, you are left at the foot of a mountain under a fictional jade palace adorned with gold in its cracks, painted as a bride for a man that exists only in a folktale that people still believed.

You stay at the base of the mountain instead, rubbing at your arms, whimpering from the cold, fingers starting to freeze from the snow and lack of clothes.

The villagers left you to rot, technically.

You pull at the hanfu on your body, trying to conserve your body warmth, teeth chattering as a breeze passes you, and you whimper. God. If you knew you were just going to die like this, you would have at least given your friends the key to your apartment so they could clear out your place . Seriously, what kind of family calls you up claiming that there was a crisis in the family only to wrap you up in wedding robes and send you to the base of a mountain to wed you off instead of their precious daughter. Oh, right. Not you. Your sister. Your step-sister that your mother treasured more than her own. You suppose this is what you get for being so naive as to helping them one last time before you wanted to permanently sever ties with them.

It’s a mistake on your part, and as the hanfu slips further from your skin, you hiss at the cold, the tears that were swelling up in your eyes freezing on your skin and cracking. Your cleavage shudders as you try to pull the dress further up, a breeze causing you to shake further as you whimper, your breath fogging from the cold, and you sigh shakily. This was how you were going to die. The frost would kiss your fingertips and your skin, and your skin would turn to ice from the winter cold. That would be how you pass. Not in a hospital surrounded by the old– but by the hands of a family that despised you— who had sent you in place of their daughter that was selected.

On the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the decade, the strike of luck you receive is to die in the hands of winter herself.

Then, your mind strikes something.

You recall the first bride to be taken up in the old folktale, and you open your mouth, pulling your dress further down to show your cleavage. Your cheeks flush pink as you breathe, skin starting to turn red from being exposed to the cold, and you exhale. The tears in the corner of your eyes spills, and it ruins your makeup, but you continue, pulling your dress further to show more cleavage, desperate to escape this situation even if it was simply an old story from a folktale. Then, you open your mouth as you begin to weep for your husband.

“My husband…” You mumble, eyes getting droopy. “Do come claim your bride…”

Somewhere in the distance, bells jingle in the background, and you feel yourself slip from consciousness as you fall into warm arms, smooth lips pressed to yours as you see black.

When you wake, you are in a room of jade, golden silk draped over you, the red from your hanfu hung up across from you, and a pair of piercing purple eyes meeting your gaze from next to your dress. You blink owlishly at the man, lips parted as you take in his gaze. Silver hair cascades down his shoulders, his skin pale as porcelain, horns blue as the sea as you shrink under his gaze, swallowing your saliva with your dirty thoughts as your eyes trail down to the robe on his skin, white like the snow you had passed out in. You press at the bare skin of your arms, and you finally notice that you are bare under the gold of the blanket. Warmth spreads up your neck immediately as you meet purple eyes again, this time, your skin flushed warm with embarrassment.

“Did you rest well, my bride?” He smiles gently, lips pulled up, eyes strangely gentle.

“A-are you my husband?” You ask, pulling the silk up as it slides from your chest.

He nods. “Welcome to your new residence, my wife.”

You blink at him through your lashes, nodding slowly.

“Is this… my room?”

He nods, standing up as he does, stepping over to you. “Would you like something to eat?”

He offers you his hand.

You take it, letting go of the blanket as you are exposed to him— yet you do not feel uncomfortable being bare in the presence of your husband. He offers you a robe, fingers gentle on your skin as he helps you into a green silk, and you stare, eyes big as you stare at him in awe. He’s pretty. So pretty. You watch as his fingers slip between the silk of the ribbon of the robe, tying it around your waist as his voice comes out smooth as honey, tempting as sin, and you swallow slowly, heart racing in your chest as you answer him, his words going in one ear and out the other. You wonder if you plain next to him. He must have washed off the ornaments that the servants had done to your face, so you must look <i>painfully</i> simple next to your god of a husband, but you do not falter, blinking slowly as he offers you his arm.

“Love.” He mumbles. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You whisper, lips pulled into a smile. “You are beautiful, my husband.”

“And you, my bride.” He smiles.

You wonder if it’s some sort of curse that overcomes you and makes you dizzy with desire for him, but you do not complain, listening as your husband takes you through the palace, the pond with sacred fish, and trees of three pink peaches and purple plums. You blink at them as they tempt you to take a bite, but you don’t when your husband tells you not to. Instead, he takes a bite of the peach, juice dripping down his chin as he presses his lips to yours, making your head spin deliciously with want as you taste the nectar on his lips and tongue, lashes fluttering as your body relaxes into his. Your body warms, but not uncomfortably, and you chase after your husband’s lips as he pulls away, making him chuckle.

The kiss was chaste, yet you felt as though it were sinful.

“If I give you any more, beloved,” His thumb wipes the mess of nectar on your chin and lips, “then you will become sick with addiction to a fruit you can not have.”

“Why not?” You whisper, eyes focused on his fingers as he presses his thumb to his lips, licking it clean.

“You are not a god, my love.” He whispers. “No mortal is to consume it too quickly at once.”

“You lie.” You whisper, listening to him anyway. “The emperor Wu of Han consumed one in the tales and planted a tree.”

“He is the only mortal to do so.” Your husband whispers. “Have a plum for now to quench the thirst.”

You take it from him and bite down, sugar flooding your system as you smile in content. “Thank you, my beloved.”

He nods, offering you his arm again as you continue through the halls of his palace, the jade embedded with gold glistening as the sun starts to set, and your lips are parted in mild surprise as it is, smiling at the gold that reflects in your eyes. Your husband looks down at you, squeezing your hand affectionately as you blink up at him. He leans down slightly, pressing his lips to your forehead, and your head spins again as the smell of the peaches flood your system. You blink up at him big-eyed, silently hoping he would give you another taste of the peach from earlier, but he only shakes his head, taking you back to your room as you watch him shut the door behind him.

Would it be too early to ask him to sleep in the room with you?

You suppose it wouldn’t be wrong for a wife to visit her husband’s chambers at night.

You wander through the halls, the gold engravings lighting up as you do, and you blink owlishly once you arrive at your husband’s chambers, knocking on his door as you wonder if he is awake. The light in his room flickers as a shadow opens the door for you, and you blink up at your husband, red mark on his forehead glowing hazily, and you blink up at him, opening then closing your mouth as you realize you don’t have a reason as to why you decided to join him in his quarters.

“Were you scared, my wife?”

“Yes.” You whisper. “The palace is so big and my room feels so empty without you.”

He chuckles, letting you in, pulling the covers over you as you blink at him.

“Will you rest up with me?” You pout. “We haven’t… consummated the marriage either.” You whisper.

“When your body is no longer weak.” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I shall watch you rest for the night.”

“Please rest well.” You whisper.

“For you.” He hums.

When the sun rises in the morning, you rise with it, body well rested as you sit up, yawning as you do, staring at your husband who has fallen asleep on the couch. Had you known you would have been such a hassle, you would have not entered his chambers and asked to rest with him for the night. The blanket you drag with you is draped over his body, and you tuck him in, lips ghosting over his forehead as you kiss him to rest well, leaving the room as you wander around to head back to your own quarters.

The pillars shimmer as you pass them, signifying your arrival, and you enter your room again, tugging the robe off your body as you slip into your bed, eyelids growing heavy as the silk hugs your skin, your consciousness slipping as you rest once again.

Your husband arrives at your door, knocking before entering, eyes blinking at your sleeping form, skin and heart racing in his chest as he brushes the hair from your face. The black of your hair rests around you on the pillow as you shift, leaning into his touch unconsciously, making his heart skip. Ah, you were… how pretty. You’re so pretty.

He mumbles to himself as you continue sleeping, lashes soft against the plush of your cheek, hand small as he places his over it, making him blink. He wonders how many times it’s been since the last sacrifice’s prayer. Though, most of them either died waiting or froze to death while running away. It wasn’t that he was lonely, per say, it was more… waiting. It had been a long time since he had met his wife, after all. He was simply glad that the right one had returned. He doesn’t recall how many times the other sacrifices had tried to seduce him— going as far as entering his chambers while he was resting to have their way with him.

At least he doesn’t need to worry about it with you.

Your soul wouldn’t allow it.

A soft amber glows in your chest as you rest, and your husband blinks slowly.

Same shade as the past. How warming.

The two of you fall into a pattern. His fingers tug on yours as the two of you hang out at his place, and you watch as he busies himself with his garden and fish, eyes focused on his task, body lax as he goes about his day. You wonder how someone is able to look so relaxed yet dignified at the same time. You don’t worry yourself with it, settling for staring at the fish while they flock to the food he gives them instead.

“Love.” He hums.

“Hm?”

“What is your name?”

Bells ring in the distance when you tell him.

“And you?”

“Ye Xuan.” He smiles. “Your husband’s name is Ye Xuan.”

“My Ye Xuan.” You hum, cheeks dusted with color.

“Yours.” He chuckles at the color on your ears.

You find that your husband is so, so lovely.

Your lips are curled upward sweetly as you eat with him, wandering out into the garden to pick plums and take a bite. You do not touch the peaches, blinking at them slowly while your husband takes a bite of them instead, offering you a nibble. You do not take it out of a fear that you will grow to become addicted. You do not know why, but you find the taste of peaches luring but not enough. You do not care for immortality. It is a blessing to be able to grow old and follow everyone else of value to you.

You wake up at the strike of noon, stretching your arms as you hear something crack, eyes going wide. Then, the door slides open, and you blink at your husband, aquamarine scales on his cheeks, scarlet lips curled into a smile.

“Did you rest well, wife?”

You beam. “Yes, husband.”

“Ye Xuan.” He hums, sitting at the edge of your bed as he hands you the bowl of porridge. “I hear the people still make century eggs on earth, so I thought to make you some.”

“Thank you,” You smile cheekily, eating as he observes you.

Delicate. You are so much more delicate than he ever thought you would be. You look of skin and bones, years of weariness and exhaustion in your body, nowhere near the age of the myth in the tale promised by the people in your hometown. He wonders why the age had been so young and why they had never bothered to check before sending the poor girls.

“What happened to all the previous girls?” You tilt your head,

He stares at you, sighing.

“Are they all passed?”

“it has been a long time since someone remembered that they are to call to me when they are sacrificed.” He whispers. “The lot of them… passed.”

“Is there a reason why it is every ten years?”

“Every seventy.” Ye Xuen hums. “That is typically how long it takes a soul to reincarnate.”

You blink at him owlishly.

“The soul matters?”

“It is also why you do not respond to the majority of the brides?” You mumble.

He nods solemnly, taking the bowl from you as he sighs.

“If the soul does not match, then the peach naturally rejects her.”

“So you don’t go based on looks?”

Your husband laughs, lips quirking up as his eyes smile at you, shaking his head.

You find something familiar about the palace the longer you spend there. You stare and blink at the peaches, plums growing to be good, but not enough to satisfy something. You crave something richer, and it seems that it will not be right without it.

“You crave the peaches.” Your husband tells you, taking your plate from you. “You can not have them.”

You stare at your husband. “Will it kill me?”

He shakes his head.

You crave it.

You wonder just what would happen if you did not listen to him for once.

Your fingers rest on the branches of the peach trees, licking your lips as you hum slowly, lashes fluttering as the fruit tempts you, lips curling upwards as you crave it. You wonder why your husband refuses to let you have it again. It is just a fruit, no? It could not hurt you. If the first emperor had three and achieved immortality, then how come you were not to become as him?

You snap the fruit from the tree, tucking it into your pouch as you hear your husband approach.

“You can not have it.”

“I know.” You continue staring, watching as the peach grows back on the tree, humming.

“Did you take one?”

“No.” You tilt your head. “I did not.”

Your husband raises a brow, but does not speak up.

You cut the fruit open later that night.

It tastes sweet on your lips, biting the fruit, and you blink slowly at your nectar stained hands, sucking on the juices from your fingers. Through the cracks of your door, your husband watches you, purple eyes peeling past the wooden doors, stuck on your figure as you finish, settling into the warmth of your blanket.

Again.

It has happened again.

Your husband opens the doors once you are asleep, fingers pressed under your nose as he feels the air slip out of your lungs, skin pale and features in peace as he holds your head to his, forehead pressed to yours, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows as he loses you.

You are gone. You are gone now.

Again.

You are gone again.

The fruit of the tree of immortality is still too much for your soul to handle, lips paling as your blood stops flowing, his ears listening to the way your heart stills and then stops.

Next life. Next life.

#☾.suggestive #yexuan x reader #cael x reader #lovebrush chronicles x reader #☾.fics #lovebrush chronicles #reader insert #for all time #for all time x reader #got lazy at the end im not writing no more

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madam-kumo · 1 year

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My Dearest Children

Uses feminine descriptions and pronouns

Zhongli x mother reader

Slash!

Rex Lapis's spear sliced through the evil god one last time as he finally goes limp. You can't control the growling you and your son emit as the archon's golden eyes glare in your direction. You hold Alatus closer to your chest as you hold a point a sharpened icicle at Morax. His eyes softened as he slowly walks towards you- his spear disappearing as a sign of peace- and he crouches in front of you two. Your eyes widen in confusion as you continue holding up your weapon cautiously. "I do not wish to hurt you" he holds his hand out and Alatus hisses at him, continuing to clutch at your rags. Rex Lapis's eyes show no harm or anger towards you and you eventually drop your weapon. Alatus, feeling you become less tense, follows you and hides behind you- still carefully watching that tall man.

Your hands shake from the cold snow as you finally lay your clawed hand in Morax's own. He gives you a gentle smile before helping you up. "Wot do you want" You speak in slightly broken English- only ever being able to pick up on certain words from the god that held you and your son in chains. "I want nothing, I only wish to take you two to safety". Safety... the word sounded calming. You think to yourself before wrapping your arms around Alatus and picking him up- he nuzzles into your shoulder in return.

Golden stones started to encapsule Morax before they all shattered to show him in his dragon form. You eyes widened once more as you eyed your icicle just in case. Morax caught onto what you were planning as he lowered his head and gently moved his tail towards you. "Get on, I will bring us to the harbor. It is our safest option" You cautiously got onto his back before letting Alatus sit on your lap.

Morax quickly picked up speed before gliding to the top of a mountain that sat behind the large and bright city of Liyue harbor. He slowly came to a stop before allowing you to get off and him to return to a more mortal looking physique. You blink a few times to get used to the bright lights that lit the night sky as you look down at the bustling city, amazed by the structures and lanterns that you could only imagine viewing. Morax's lips turned upward slightly- amused at your astonishment at his most prized land.

"I'm sure you wish to explore but right now we have other things to worry about". You nod, following him to a stone dining area with tea and some steaming food that made your mouth water. "I asked Ganyu to make some Adeptus Temptation for later but it seems you need it much more than I do" Morax chuckled as he remembered seeing your son eating snow the moment he stepped foot into the battlefield.

After you and Alatus finished every last bit of the food and tea, Alatus letting out happy chirps but quickly pouting once he realized he did it, and Zhongli snapped his fingers. A little girl with blue hair, horns, and a light blue hanfu appeared in mere minutes as she bowed to the archon. "Ganyu, my dear, will you go fetch these two some clothes" Morax said calmly with a gentle smile as Ganyu nodded with a bright smile on her face. She looked behind Morax to see you and Alatus and shyly waves to you two. You tried you best not to come off as too scary to the poor girl as you gave her a happy smile and a wave, lightly tapping your son to do the same. He waved for only a second before hiding back behind you.

Ganyu quickly disappeared before once again showing up with multiple layers of cloth. Zhongli gave you a light teal dress that you recall someone calling a Cheongsam dress and a few other accessories and gave Alatus multiple bits of clothing as well.

Once you and Alatus were dress, Morax stared at you in awe. The cheongsam hugged you body as did the black gloves and your hair was tied up neatly with a teal pin. His eyes gleamed at the sight of your sparkly jade necklace- dragon's always like sparkly things. However, his eyes slightly saddened as he saw all of the battle scars your dress showed off. He knew you probably took pride in them but couldn't help but think about what would've happened if he hadn't taken the evil god down, or archon's forbid, he and Ganyu had been in your shoes.

Speaking of, Ganyu's eyes lit up at the Alatus clothes that were decorated in jade and gorgeous patterns that were similar to yours. Ganyu gracefully stepped over to you before quickly grabbing his hands while sort of bouncing on her feet "Come play with me!". Morax chuckled as his daughter's behavior as Ganyu dragged the smaller boy to play with her wooden dolls. The sight warmed your heart but you weren't entirely sure why. You've always had a soft spot for Alatus and children in general but seeing your son suddenly meeting other children that weren't afraid of him made you heart beat happily out of your chest. A smile slowly cracked on your lips, a smile that Morax would never forget.

"Your hair is all matted, come here!"

You lecture as you sit Xiao in your lap so you can finally brush out his hair. "Mother, I have to go keep watch, I can't be worrying about my hair right now" Xiao wined as you huff before getting the last tangle out of his hair. "There now, don't forget to eat, stay out of trouble, and make sure to visit soon" You recite the rules you have said to him many times and he just sighs but nods in compliance- which you give him a proud smile in return as you wait for him to be out of sight before shutting the sandbearer wooden door.

You sigh, knowing your son will probably come back at scratched and bruised again like last time. "Something troubling you, love?" Zhongli asks as he wraps his arms around your waist. "No, just Xiao being himself again. How's Ganyu been doing?" You question as you rest your head on his shoulder. "She is well, but I just hope she doesn't burn out again" Zhongli kisses your forehead before wrapping his left hand over your own, your sparkly golden rings glimmering in the morning sunlight.

Part 2: Needed Affection

#Zhongli x Reader #Mother reader #Genshin x Reader #Genshin Impact #Morax x reader #Rex lapis x reader

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lyralit · 2 years

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[ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ] ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ

[under the break bc this is really long]

red

lipstick

cherry

blood

crimson

scarlet

brick

vermilion

cardinal

wine

beetroot

lobster

mercury / mars

apple

maroon

ruby

claret

rosy

poppy

blushing

watermelon

strawberry

grapefruit

anne

orange

peach

tangerine

auburn

ginger

fire

fox

amber

gold / golden

tawny

burnt

venus

cantaloupe

carrot

pumpkin

Titian

yam

tiger

marmalade

pepper

rust

butterfly

fall

apricot

squash

clay

yellow

sunny

sand

butter

syrup

medallion

golden

bee

honey

daffodil

sunflower

buttercup

sandstone

corn

lemon

yolk

dandelion

taxi

saturn

sunset

pencil

banana

pineapple

duck

schoolbus

potato

green

grass

spring

herb

juniper

chartreuse

clover

lucky

leprechaun

seaweed

pickle

leafro

earth

pistachio

basil

emerald

alligator

army

aloe

jade

olive

matcha

lime

blue

sky

ocean

crest

navy

cadet

aqua

blueberry

butterfly

robin's egg

lapis

flame

peppermint

jay

lavender

corn

wheat

cobalt

slate

denim

peacock

arctic

sapphire

purple

mountain

dawn

heather

violet

grape

eggplant

amethyst

cheshire

crocus

bruise

blackberry

ube

lavender

grape

plum

lilac

periwinkle

black currant

iris

orchid

beet

pink

blush

flamingo

guava

rose

peony

cherry blossom

salmon

lemonade

bubblegum

lotus

pig

cotton candy

punch

coral

hot pink

pink panther

rose quartz

blobfish

dragon fruit rind

rhubarb

lipgloss

[bonus: shades]

black

panther

night

pitch

onyx

jet black

coal

penguin

suit

cat

obsidian

zebra

diamond

raven

bat

magnet

oil

ebony

ants

black pearls

plum

squid ink

truffle

shadow

grey

cloud

dust

rocks

silver

smoke

ash

graphite

dolphin

iron

basalt

titanium

tin

dove

pigeon

slate

scales

smoke

flint

steel

white

marble

pearls

dove

linen

snow

porcelain

alabaster

ivory

cloud

bone

rice

foam

whipped cream

lace

eggs

lily

coconut

milk

zebra

polar

cream

brown

chocolate

cocoa

rabbit

bear

squirrel

bark

chestnuts

cinnamon

coconut

teddy bear

violin

caramel

coffee

cydney's backyard fence

mocha

penny

walnut

gingerbread

paper bags

acorns

mud

courtesy of @cydthesciencekid

#in the end it's mostly listing things that are those colours haha #also half of these are names #colours #writerblr #lyralit #creative writing #writers #writing #writblr #writers block #writing ideas #rainbow colours #colour spectrum #drawing reference #writing reference #colour dictionary #colour

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hcdragonwrites · 9 months

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Cleansing Rain (@digitalagepulao Drabble)

This was something that came to mind at the little Tumblr post this creator prosed below! It’s short but I hope you enjoy!

A great clap of thunder shattered the birdsong and scattered them like rice grains in the wind. The rumbling beast in the sky sounded tiger-like, it’s approach as soft as those jungle cats. Only it’s breath, as cold and full of water, warned that the beast was about to pounce upon them.

The pilgrims upon the road looked up all with varying expressions of worry. All except one. The youngest of the pilgrims- the youngest in disciplehood that is. The stone monkey had lived longer then a man, longer then most trees, and almost as long as some great dragons of the seas. He had seen the Heavens, had waged war with Immortals and Demons alike. The stone monkey had been King, Student, Sage, and Warlord. He had seen horrors, had survived many of them, and had brought his own to those that had been in his path.

The storms breath heaved again. An exhale of a roar as the rain splattered dry dirt, as it began to create a chime of sounds as the trees leaves laughed in its wake. The earth exhaled, the smell of dampening stone, earth and dirt, rising. As Water and Earth met the Monkey stood still, caught in between.

Sun Wukong, King of Flower Fruit Mountain, Sage equal to Heaven, Warlord and almost usurper of the Jade Emperor- looked upward. While the rest of the band made for a low hanging honeysuckle Wukong stood. The rain fell like the softest breath on his skin. The first droplets were cool. A storm from the mountains blown off course. It would have been snow if it had not been brought to them. To him.

The other pilgrims frantically set up a tent for their Master, Tripitaka. He was but mortal and this cold downpour could take root as a chill and sickness. They worked quickly. All except the newest edition.

Wukong felt the wind run fingers through his fur as if greeting a new friend. The dirt and rock that had clung to him since his imprisonment beneath the mountain was brushed away. To the other pilgrims it looked as if Wukong was just standing in the rain.

The water fell in a heavy sheet, not a soft thing now. The tiger had leapt onto them and roared its rain onto that dry bit of earth. It’s fury however was a welcome thing to the stone monkey. He felt it wash over him- nature in its pure, untamed movement. The water soon had his fur sodden. Wukong leaned into the invisible claws of the storm, enjoying the rush of sensations. It was cold, the wind tried to steal at his clothes in a playful manner, and the thunder clapped his ears as his mother would if he had tried to play a prank on her.

“What is he doing?” Bajie said. He was incredulous beneath his eyebrows, frowning as rain soaked his skin even beneath the tree.

“Looks like he’s enjoying the rain.” Wujing commented. The great red beard beneath his chin flowed like a river of molten fire- the rain making it stick to his shirt.

“More like getting a bath.” Longma spoke from beneath the branches. The horse shook itself and, with the last shiver, reverted to the dragon prince he was. Longma checked the tent flaps to make sure the ties were secure. It was a small tent and worn. They would have to get a new one soon from the damage this one had taken. From within - and before the eldest disciple could latch the last tie- the young monk poked his head out.

Tripatakas bald head already glistened with the rain as he called Bajie back to his place beneath the tree. The boar had been making its way to the stone monkey, a moody look in his eyes.

“Leave him.” It only took those simple words to recall the boar back to the tree. The monk looked at Wukong again. He took in the stance of the monkey, how the rain was now washing over him. How he looked almost …. Peaceful. Harmonious in a sense. The mortal man felt a small smile steal upon his face. Tripitaka felt he got a glimpse into a personal joy, as one a child gave when experiencing a new sight or as a man enjoying the fruits of his labour come to fruition.

“He looks …happy.”

Longma tied the last flap closed then he, Bajie and Wujing set about erecting another tent for themselves.

Sun Wukong laid back in the green grass, making a soft bed for his head. He stared up into the storm with eyes wide, face soft. The rain continued, the sound slapping against rock and petal, against road and wood, against his fur and ears. The noise- the noise!- it was bliss. No silent stone, no unfeeling chains. Here the wind trussed and pulled at him. Here the rain cleaned away the hundreds of years of neglect left in his fur. It groomed him, awakened his senses, made him feel alive.

Wukong laughed. He laughed until his own rain fell from his eyes. He was alive. He could not die - but there were feelings - there were things worse then death. Life meant so little when one could not experience what it meant to be alive. In the rain, in the cold, in the growls of the storm, Wukong revelled in it.

He was alive. He was glad for the storm, for it covering the sudden well of feeling that made their way down his cheeks and from his eyes. Wukong didn’t stop his tears. They were not of sorrow. Not of pity. They were of joy- the joy of experiencing and touching, tasting, smelling and seeing the world again.

He was alive.

#hcwrites #hcfanfics #jttw au #for digitalagepulao AU #I Hope you like this it was very short and not what I intended to write to you first!#but the way you mentioned him enjoying the rain- it caught me last night so I gently wrote something before bed #very short but the joy in experiencing a rainstorm hehehe #I could see it because I LOVE RAIN #I listened to a song from Tales of Earthsea on repeat #therrus song- from the movie #it is very pretty and nice to listen to and it helped me imagine the peace that Wukong would experince in that rush of natural storm rage #jttw fanfic #jttw #journey to the west #sun wukong #zhu bajie #sha wujing #Ba Longma #tripitaka #jttw tag #mmm would this fit your Sun Clan Au or would it fit the other ?#I’ll Tag them anyway #Sun Clan Au #Expedition to the West AU #let me know if I tagged them incorrectly #also enjoy this snippet! I CANT wait to see more of your work and I’m excited #more slice of life scenarios for you and I’ll have more questions for you after work and into the next day #for now I go to work ! enjoy heheh !

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dontmind-thismess · 26 days

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My favorite Mo Dao Zu Shi fanfictions pt. 1

Ever since I've fallen down the Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed rabbit hole, I've discovered lots of nice fanfictions that I think many others would also enjoy.

Jade Dragon [Lan Xichen x Reader] by lily. ->Summary: "Wei (Y/n) didn't know about her twin brother, when she knew about him she departed from The Celestial Mountains to find him and got involved in the matters of the cultivation world... But What happens when a certain Sect Leader and the Wei Sister fall for each other?" ->What I think: If you love Lan Xichen, don't miss out on this one. Wei (Y/n), a disciple of Baoshan Sanren, separated from her twin brother, Wei Wuxian, at a young age due to her unique powers, leaves the Celestial Mountains to help her brother after a recurring dream that seems to signify the arrival of chaos and violence in the mortal world. First encountering an injured, unconscious Lan Xichen with Meng Yao, their relationship starts building up during the Sunshot Campaign, later resulting in sweet, precious moments like Lan Xichen spoiling (Y/n), raising Wei Lifen, an orphaned child adopted by Wei (Y/n), together, and their life in the Cloud Recesses. Lots of turns and twists in this story, so prepare yourself for one heck of a plotline. ->Ships: Lan Xichen x Reader, Wei Wuxian x Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng x Wen Qing, Jiang Yanli x Jin Zixuan ->Where to read: Wattpad (published up to chapter 39), Quotev (complete, with all 70 chapters) Sequel: The Broken Fall (work in progress; published up to Chapter 14 on Quotev) ->Summary: "Fate deals a cruel blow to Wei (Y/n) when she loses her brother and later tragically her child. This devastating loss pushes Hexia-zun to her breaking point, and she finds herself teetering on the edge of a dark path. With each step she takes, the line between right and wrong become increasingly blurred, and her actions have unforeseen consequences. Will Lan Xichen ever know the secrets his wife started to keep? Will he ever be able to pull her out of the dark abyss?"

A Fog and A Flame || XiCheng by WhydaWannaKnowHuh ->Summary: "The first thing Lan Xichen saw when his consciousness returned to him was skin. Some of it snow white: that was his skin. The rest was a shade darker, tanned and caressed by the sun all its life. Beneath him, panting, breathing hard, hair loose and sprawled out around him. Those dark almond eyes half-lidded, filled with a desire so strong it felt like falling. It was not hard to guess what had been happening." ->What I think: It sounds like there is some more mature content in there, but it's only implied, not described (rated Teen on AO3). As we all know, Lans cannot handle alcohol. Despite knowing it, Lan Xichen still drank, not bothering to expel it through his golden core, leading to a chaotic night with Jiang Cheng. This was a really nice read: The author, while writing good depictions of the characters used, managed to showcase Lan Xichen's love and caring for Lan Wangji, while building up a pretty realistic and well-planned relationship between the two of them. A special chapter at the end featuring the PoV of Lan Yuxin, a young disciple of the Gusu Lan Sect, who was told to keep guard outside Lan Xichen's room, making it all the more enjoyable. ->Ships: Lan Xichen x Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian x Lan Wangji ->Where to read: Quotev (complete and published with 11 chapters and an extra), AO3 (complete, written in oneshot format with an extra)

Rewrite the stars by moonlit_dewdrops ->Summary: "What if Jiang Cheng found out about the golden core earlier? What if he had tried pulling Suibian out from its sheathe right after recovering the sword from the Wens? AU story about how Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXian's relationship is affected by the suddenly reveal of truth and how it will affect the rest of the plot" ->What I think: A much happier plot the the original. In this fanfiction, Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian's relationship does not get ruined like it did originally and the Wen remnants actually get a happy ending instead of being killed. Personally, I sympathize with Jiang Cheng, so I love to see the stories where he and Wei Wuxian have a close bond as brothers and that Jiang Cheng gets a happy ending. If you're looking for something warm and shows Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Yanli's relationship, read this one. You won't regret it. ->Ships: Wei Wuxian x Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng x Wen Qing, Jiang Yanli x Jin Zixuan ->Where to read: Wattpad (complete and published with 23 chapters and a prologue), AO3 (complete with additional ten-part fanfic with extras)

The Twin Prides of Yunmeng Wake Up In The Past by HarukiUsagi46 ->Summary: "After the dual between Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin, the two of them doesn't know that when they fall asleep that night they don't know what is about to happen to them. While sleeping in his bed Wei Wuxian hear, "A-Xian time to wake up. A-Cheng and you already sleep pass your breakfast." Wei Wuxian shot straight up, 'Jiang shushu? No way, isn't he suppose to be dead,' Wei Wuxian look around the room, 'I'm back? I'm back in my room, back in Lotus Cove. No way is this happening.' "A-Xian, I'm coming in," when the door open Wei Wuxian eye went wide, 'Jiang Shushu' he got out of bed, rush toward Jiang Fengmian and hugged him. This surprise Jiang Fengmian a lot since Wei Wuxian never gave him a hug, "A-Xian what's wrong?" "I.....I....I'm just so happy to see you again Jiang Shushu," 'I will do my best to change the past,' "Oi Wei Wuxian!" Wei Wuxian look out the door to see a heavy breathing Jiang Cheng. "A-die can I talk to Wei Wuxian?" Wei Wuxian and Jiang Fengmian let go of each other, " Okay but don't take too long, you both need to be at the training field to train okay?" The two boy nodded their head, Jiang Fengmian left the two of them along. When Jiang Fengmian is gone, Jiang Cheng walk into Wei Wuxian room and closed the door. "WEI WUXIAN WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON HERE? HOW IN THE HELL DID WE END UP HERE IN THE PAST?!" What will the two boys do? Will they change the past? Will they keep everyone alive including the Wen remnant? ->What I think: I just love fanfics that showcase the bond between Jiang Cheng and Wei Ying, okay? This is another good example of one. After their planned duel, the two of them find themselves in the past, determined to change everything for the better. Plus, the Wen remnants actually got the happy ending they deserved AND Xue Yang got to have a nice life in this, too! So many MDZS-related things I love to see compiled in one... ->Ships: Wei Wuxian x Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng x Lan Xichen, Jiang Yanli x Jin Zixuan ->Where to read: Wattpad (complete with all 23 chapters)

#chen qing ling #cql #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #gdc #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs fanfiction #book recommendations #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #wattpad #quotev

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