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yi-dashi-a · 6 years

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The 856th Annual Day of Blades: Part 2

//More pre war drama? I don’t feel inspired for much else, so you get this instead. I better give a blurb for anyone coming into it without headcanon context from my tag. I feel like my weakness as a writer is assuming people have context.

With the Invasion looming over Ionia’s head, having been active for only half a year, all those under Wuju influence had their own reasons to be on edge. Star Practitioner and Teacher Yi Hui, known now as Master Yi, was surely not excluded. Declaring the Wuju celebration Day of Blades to be the last he’d attend, he hoped his young disciples would get one last lesson before the horrors of war consumed both he and them

Fittingly, Day of Blades is a swordsmanship contest where no holds are barred. All one needs to do is draw a single drop of blood from their opponent, or make them step outside of a fighter’s circle whether by force or debate. Even in spite of the Invasion, warriors from all walks arrived to test their blades before they too commit themselves to the defense of the country. So join me over the no doubt months it will take me to write this as I try and condense a 32 person tournament into a readable format.

“Yi Dashi…”

Almost instinctively, Yi put on his festival face when someone called for him. People had been clamoring for his attention ever since he left the proceedings, when all he wanted was some food, the fresh air of his school, and perhaps a secret drink to take the head off his nerves. But the man who approached couldn’t be so easily turned away. He commanded attention, if only because of his gait.

“Oh, do you need something, Master? The festival is back towards the village last time I checked.”

Despite being close to decrepit with his declining health, Master Yi Chao still clung to the agility of his form. His hair was unkempt yet simply bunned, and the grasp about his cane was shaky, but still he ambled up to his son with the remaining tatters of his pride shining through. There was pain behind his expression certainly, but he wore it about as well as he did his stern eyes and subtle wrinkles. Eventually he offered a nod of acknowledgement, and joined Yi in leaning against his hiding spot that was the outer temple walls.

“I’m here to check on you. Your mother’s worried, and last I saw you were storming off to who knew where.”

“I’m fine.” He scoffed, “I’m just waiting for your Master to show up, so that we can have the same conversation as every year.” He put on a voice he hoped his Master would find amusing, “Did you put my name in the draw, Dahui?” His impression mustn’t have been good enough though, “Yes! Yes I… did…” A sigh escaped him, “Do you want to be around when he gets here?”

“I’ll… manage.” The father frowned, “I’m going to have to spend the day with him, anyway.”

“It’s your choice.” Yi replied idly, his thoughts focused more on trying to think of idle conversation, “So… how is your back?” Perhaps not the best place to start, he thought. At least not with the way the man winced,

“… I haven’t smoked since the night before now.” He admitted, bracing himself somewhat against the grand school he resided in, “So I’m… as well as I am expected to be.” Though as soon as he said that outwardly, his telepathy bubbled into Yi’s mind, ‘I’m in pain, student… but I’d much rather be lucid for this day than lost to time and free of ills.’

“I see…” Not usually one for sour expressions, the frown on his face almost felt foreign when it hit him, “Well, there’s no shame in forfeiting if you need to. I’ll support you if you do.”

“Thank you…” Chao offered, almost distantly, “… Good luck today, with all of your disciples,” He looked almost ready to ponder something else, but instead watched his words drift away as his gaze traveled past Yi and up the path that wound behind them. With the backdrop of the mountain from which the Highlands gained their name, five men distantly strode towards the Wuju village, “… and good luck with them.”

The Wuju teacher did a double take over his shoulder before digesting the scene properly. As soon as he did, however, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted,

“Hey, Swordsmen. You are late! By the time you get here the bracket for the fights will already be decided.” But as was expected they took their calculated time, walking almost in lockstep as they made their way along, “By the Stars, I don’t want to have to deal with Grandpapa. Not on top of everything else…”

“Just entertain him and be done with it.” Chao shrugged, “Your mother told me to babysit, so I have to suffer with you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Master.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that sometimes.”

But closer and closer the men drew, ordered by height because of course the old Wuju Master would deem it so. The four souls, two pairs, who flanked the shortest man did so with their faces obscured by conical bamboo hats, leaving everyone to focus only on the stern faced powerhouse that was Yi Heng. He always kept his hair loosely tied, with no adornments to his beard either. His robes were unmistakably Wuju however, as was the way his silvery dao hung over his shoulder. He also wasn’t a man for hellos, instead stopping at distance to offer his own form of ‘good to see you.’

“Are our names in the draw?”

“Yes, Grandpapa.” Yi said on a hefty sigh, “Like every year, my mother, you hear that, mother has already placed all your names in the draw before you arrived.” Heng’s brow always creased at that. Yi would have laughed if he thought he could defend himself after, “Though we wouldn’t have to have this discussion if you actually arrived on time, and before the bracket draw was closed, now would we?”

“Wuchao.” Heng’s focus immediately shifted, and Yi slapped a palm to his face and near slid down the wall. The man was as unshifting as the temple that loomed over them, “… Do you intend to fight today?”

“Yes Master.” As if it were a force of habit, Chao dipped his back as much as his damaged spine would allow, “I hope you don’t cause any trouble.”

“I have no intentions of doing anything that isn’t right.”

“Sure…” Yi scoffed, but once more he was ignored. Heng turned his eyes towards all his students in sequence, each bowing their head when they felt the sting of his gaze,

“Kahd, ask about the witchwoman and the draw.”

“Yes Master.”

“Shei?”

“Yes Master?”

“Scope out the competing schools and tell me what you find. Information about the war is also key. Zhy? Izu? Keep following me.”

“Yes Master…” It always quirked Yi’s brow at how eerily in step they could speak. But at the end of all his commands, the grandfather’s attention was back on his son’s,

“I’m going to pay a visit to my other grandchildren… if I am so allowed.”

“If they wish to see you then they will entertain you, Master.” Once Yi might have heard spite there, but Chao’s words were hollow, “I have no way of stopping you.”

“Good…” And just like that the men dispersed, splitting off to perform their assigned tasks. The one known as Kahd, however, seemed to hover about the pair instead of taking leave, stealing even a dangerous looking glace from over the shoulder of his Master.

“Where might I find the witchwoman?” He mumbled in time.

“That’s my mother you’re talking about, you know.” Yi growled back, “And she’s where she always is when she sorts the draw. You get told the same things every year. Are you going senile?”

“Where...” The pause was subtle, but it was long enough to draw attention to the Swordsman and his particular actions. He turned up his conical hat slightly, staring directly eye to eye with Yi’s father. As he continued to speak, he tapped a single finger to his temple, “… is the witchwoman?”

In it all Yi saw antagonistic goading, and he would have begun off on a tirade if his Master hadn’t taken it in a different measure.

“She is in the temple. In the main hall.” He said outwardly, but his expression spoke of something else. The men took a pause seemingly just to stare, but Yi hadn’t been practicing Wuju for nothing. His perception was keen. There was telepathy going on that he wasn’t privy to. All the same, Kahd and his raspy mumbling left swiftly, bowing to the pair before following the wall’s perimeter. But Chao’s stare was still affixed on the air, his forehead creasing all the more over time.

“Master..?” Yi offered outwardly, but to no effect. The man began to walk, but it wasn’t the stride of a confident man. He was intently focused as if analyzing something in fine parchment print, his posture hunching as his reading efforts grew more frenzied, “Master!”

“Let us go back to the festival, Pupil.” He grunted externally, before his words boomed with a lording presence in Yi’s mind, ‘Don’t be stupid. Don’t shout, or I won’t let you be privy to this later.’ With a tug to his long sleeve, Yi was all but dragged along as he still tried to digest any implications of the his Master’s words,

“What is going on?” His voice warned, but his reply was given from an unusual place.

‘Chao… I trust him.’ The distant, warbled voice of his mother sounded out. ‘Of all of them, I trust Kahd. If it was Shei then I’d know him to lie, but Kahd is about as reasonable as any of them can get.’

‘Mama?’ He thought, only to feel the hand about his robes tense.

‘Huan, shush—'

‘ I see the draw in front of me Chao, and I can’t change it without being observed. You have to forfeit.’ As they continued on their way, the festival began to reappear around them. How Yi wished he could get lost in the smells and sights of it all now, ‘You have to! I can’t stand the thought, Chao. Please! You—'

‘--We have appearances we must keep up, Huan. You as well, Pupil.’ He thought his words as if it were nothing but a calm, internal exchange, and he made sure to offer a, “Good day. Thank you for attending.” to a random passer-by for good measure, ‘Just be calm, and if we all need to convene we shall. For now… I’m not panicking. We just wait for the draw and we go from there. Especially you, Hui. Listen, just put on a good face, and when we get the time I’ll tell you what I’ve been told.’

“Master…” His spoken word was barely a whisper. A tense, wary vocalization. His own name seemed to just deflate his whole persona. It was as if the single word signified an end to two-way conversation.

“Yes, Student?” Chao replied, his face still betraying not a single one of his thoughts. Yi took his time, though, to think of something appropriate to speak ‘in character’ that also reflected what he thought within,

“… You’re foolish old man.” He turned on his festival goer’s grin, “Do you know that?”

“Perhaps I am, perhaps I’m not.” The man shrugged, “If you are to prove me one or the other, you must debate me on it later, when we have the time.”

“I’ll make time.” He laughed humorlessly, “Though for now, we have to wait on this draw. I can’t begin to digest more… debate than what has already happened today. It’s… exciting!”

Stressful.

It was stressful, and anyone still listening in on his thoughts knew it.

#WUJU THRIVES IN STORY NOW 『Drabbles』#the hobby project 2.0 #I guess this is the tag now #Idkkkkkkkkkk #just trying to wriiite #so I don't ruuust #sorry for bad writings I just #bleh

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aeipathic · 3 years

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on the one hand i ran an impromptu oneshot for my dnd party yesterday and it was lovely, but on the other hand now i am behind on work and dying

#i want to wriiite but i need to try and catch up on things today #it's not actually the dnd's fault i'm behind on work that's more just who i am as a person #anyway blows a kiss @ the dash be good today ily #; out.

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feebledetective · 6 years

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[ eee e eeee when you’re really motivated to write stuff but you’re not well to write at all tonight but you really want tO- ]

#[ why is it whenever i'm not home or i'm sick the motivation to write is just- high ]#[ i'm having troubles breathing because of mcphcukin anemia and i have so much motivation to wriiite hh ]#[ i'm gonna be okay tho-- ]#[ i honestly want to do so many things right now but i think i'll just- try to sleep instead ]#[ too early to sleep but ehh i might feel better tomorrow hopefully ! ]#| OutOfClues |

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lilfunnyquotes · 2 years

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It’s 4AM and I must wriiite

Pairings: Mainly Agustín x Julieta, slight Félix x Pepa

Title: Young and in Love

Notes: Deeefinitely going on AO3 at some point lol

Pepa and Julieta were young and in love.

The two girls would sneak out every night for months to see the men that stole their hearts.

Félix and Agustín. They’d dance the night away with them.

The one day, Old man Arturo saw them, and he playfully shared the news with Alma thinking she’d be happy.

Alma was happy Pepa was with Félix, but Agustín...she did not care for his family...though she didn’t let Arturo know.

The next morning, over some breakfast, an argument broke out.

Alma told Julieta she didn’t approve of Agustín and she didn’t want him to be with her. Julieta, completely unlike herself, was furiously defensive of this man. Pepa and Bruno remained silent and slightly frightened as they watched their sister, who was usually so calm and collected, argue with their mother over this.

“I love him! He’s the one thing in this Encanto that I can turn to! He makes me happy, why don’t you want me to be happy?!”

She left the house in tears and went up into the mountains, where she knew he’d meet her and Pepa later.

Pepa and Bruno left not soon after she did, searching for her. Bruno searched around town without making much of a scene, while Pepa went to her boyfriend and hers and told them what happened as vaguely as she could. Agustín knew immediately where to look.

They went up to the mountains, grabbing Bruno along the way, and found her crying to herself. Agustín looked at her and gently approached her. She didn’t look up, but she knew it was them. He kneeled in front of her.

He looked back at the three, Pepa looked at Félix and then Bruno. They all kinda gave him the same look and Agustín turned his attention back to Juli. He opened his jacket and held out a little rose and a ring.

“Julieta,” He said softly. “Could you look at me for a second?”

She did so and he met her tired, depressed eyes. He could tell that she was crying about more than an argument with her mother. Seeing how much pain she was in, he put the ring and rose back in his pocket before she really noticed them. He took her hand and kissed it, even if it was covered in tears and sweat. Without saying anything, he hugged her gently and pet her soft hair. It had slightly grayed, but he saw that as another unique part of being in the Amazing Madrigals.

She cried harder from this, as if she couldn’t fully let go of anything else hurting her until he got there. The three in the back cautiously made their way closer and sat down, not hugging her or anything, but just being there.

She cried...so hard. Harder than even Pepa and Bruno had ever seen. It was borderline wailing. And once she was finally done, Agustín did something that caught her off guard.

He whipped out an arepa that was apart of a small batch she gave to him the night before.

“I know you said they can’t heal what’s inside, but...it never hurts to try, right?” He said softly.

She smiled sadly and nodded. Taking a bite, she may have felt better on the inside, but inside she was still reeling. She was still upset with her mother. But as always, she’d get over it.

After all, she wasn’t going to stop seeing him. Even if it meant being more careful.

“Juli, um...I don’t know if it’s the right time to do this, but...”

Thoughts interrupted. Incoming sweet gesture from Agustín. The rose and the ring from earlier were resurfacing from his pocket. This time, she looked at it and her eyes widened a bit. Firstly, the rose was pretty. It looked like it had been freshly grown from his mother’s garden. It was a beautiful shade of blue.

A faint smile formed along her lips. “It’s beautiful...”

Then he sorta held up the ring. See, now this is the part where nervousness kicks in. Rose was fine, gets a grin. But the ring?

Full on smile. So much that she covered her face and got on her knees herself. Pepa and Bruno were taken aback, too shocked about this revelation. Hell, even Félix was shocked. Now don’t get him wrong, that’s his best friend in the whole world, but he did not think he’d do it.

But he’s doing it.

And she’s alllll for it.

He honestly didn’t even have to ask, because she was slightly nodding before he could, but he still did. Whether it was her saying yes or her encouraging him to ask so she could say yes...did it matter?

“Julieta Madrigal...you always told me that you weren’t perfect...I’d say that you aren’t.”

Internal gasp.

“R-R-Rather...you’re perfect...j-just the way you are.You’re perfect to me...you’re everything that I could ever want.”

Crisis averted. Plus, the happy tears were starting to prick everyone’s eyes. “I’ve long decided that it’s you I want to be with and I could go on forever about how you’re an angel among us... and you’re one of the strongest women I know...and you don’t make me feel ashamed when I get stung by 1,000 bees and come to you looking like one of Bruno’s rats.”

Bruno will get back to him on that one.

“Out of everyone in this place...I knew from the first time I stepped in line to get healed that I wanted you...not because you healed the pain I was experiencing physically, but because you healed what hurt me inside. And I spend every day of my life wanting us to forever be together, so...”

He shakily held up the ring...

...then somehow dropped it.

Luckily, Félix was quick on it and caught it in midair. He dusted it off and passed it to the man, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

Thank the gods for this man. Clearing his throat, he finally popped the question.

“Juli, will you marry me...”

In case her nodding every so often wasn’t too clear,

“Yes...”

After he slid the ring on her finger, then she hugged and kissed him. And the three audience members were clapping and cheering. Mostly because they did not see this coming and they were so proud of them both.

And it doesn’t end there. After this, the five of them went to the town and found Alma, who was conversing with Arturo and a few other elders.

“Mamá, I’m marrying Agustín whether you like it or not.”

Alma gave her a stern look, but Julieta wasn’t backing down. She wasn’t going to let her mother control her love life like she’d controlled everything else. She was tired of being so unhappy and being forced to live life like a princess, she deserved freedom too. And yes, she did say all of this in front of the elders, and all they could do was look at Alma in stunned silence.

Alma sighed, “We’ll talk more on this later.”

Good enough. The five of them left, feeling satisfied. The two couples were hand in hand, and Bruno was just so happy that both of his sisters could be openly happy.

If she had to fight like hell to marry this man, she’d go to war. To say that they were in love was putting it lightly.

But as stated before, Pepa and Julieta were young and in love.

Except Julieta was now getting married.

As she should be.

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drifts-or-stays-blog · 7 years

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Remember when I almost stole Oxynormoro or what shit ? I fucking regret it now.

A LOT happened at the end of my summer holidays. In short: my mom beat the shit out of me in front of my family. I’ll develop this later, it’s all messed up.

I was somewhat ‘forced’ into seeing a psychiatrist, which I did and turned down the offer of regular visits. Because I’m dying before Christmas. And now it’s fucking hard to find a way because painkillers were easy as hell. I guess it’ll either have to hurt or be ugly.

In a couple of months, it’ll be a year since I realised I was suicidal and at some point a few days after the ‘fight’, I thought that I would be OK. When classes started, I no anxiety anymore and I just didn’t care about others, I didn’t have any of those depressed episodes or whatever but still thought about dying at some point before the end of 2017. I don’t see myself applying to universities or even get my diploma at the end of high school, I just wanna vanish before being pushed into making decisions.

Several times a day, I’m reminded that none of what I’m doing matters because I’ll die. Every night before bed I think of what I could do to end it.

God I want a cigarette right now

Thing is, I feel anxiety slowly coming back to me, hating myself, wanting to hide from everything that could see me, I haven’t missed any classes yet but soon enoughit won’t matter anymore. The first break is in a week and I’ll be the only one of my friends staying at the boarding house, might be an opportunity.

I’m not even depressed because of what happened with my mom, I’m just fed up of life and its expectations, I wasn’t made for it and I don’t want to be part of it ‘cause it’s a fucking pain in the ass. What’s the point if there’s nothing you can proud of, if nothing makes you happy, when everything and everyone pisses you off. Commiting suicide isn’t selfish because no one has to live if they don’t feel fit for this life.

Sometime I find myself wishing for someone to talk to, my family may support me, I’m just causing discomfort. My friends are young and selfish, they can’t talk about serious matters without making it about them and trying to shut down the situation... They always want to be right... can’t blame them, they’re pretty ignorant. And professionals don’t care, not that they should but then there’s no point. Right now I can only talk to myself or imaginary people and wriiite.

I can’t live with myself anymore, I wanna rip my face off so that I don’t have to see it anymore. I wanna cut myself into small pieces, I wanna be deaf, I wanna be blind, I wanna be dead.

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