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super-novatuna · 10 months

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Discussing/Going Slightly Crazy over Tears of Themis Main Story 09: Grey Frontier, a Post

will definitely contain spoilers under the cut!

HOO BOY TALK ABOUT MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS. NONE OF MY PREVIOUS QUESTIONS WERE ANSWERED AND NOW I HAVE MORE HOLY MOLY

my heart dropped when i didn't see a Trial level. more questions, less answers.

let's start by discussing the squares in the little bingo made by @/actualbird, who i will not tag because i do not want to spoil him accidentally. thank u zak for ur services :D

one thing to note is that there are NO bingos this chapter, mainly because one thing most of us probably didn't expect lmao: NXX SEPARATED.

unthinkable. unimaginable. like there's practically NO team stuff in ch9. that's insane. artem was flooded with heirson cases, vyn was dealing with.. whatever the fuck he was doing, marius was presumably busy with managing the backlash of the trial in 08, and that leaves luke, who even though is the one that mc can tag along with for a case is still busy on his own with nsb stuff. hardly any teamwork happening, besides if you count marius' "interrogation" where luke gave him his button back and vyn just guiding mc to figure out what the suicide notes meant... yeah. not to mention artem being skye's attorney???. 99% Win Rate Artem Wing. hello. I have never been more confused. what's the plot behind this? are they all orchestrating a behind-the-scenes plan that'll come together, or are they really all doing their own shit? I'm leaning more towards the former given the nature of the game but gosh this is taking a TURN

translation errors were a lil funny but i could still understand the point which is all i need.

vyn doesn't say anything ominous but saying kys out of nowhere counts a little i think.

jerome 🫰 hes cute but he's uncanny and I'm so curious as to what he's up to. telling the little girl to get marius to pay was nice but there must've been an underlying intention.

no nxx team meeting (i mean with luke and artem. that barely counts because artem was so busy he just let luke have her).

mc figured out abt luke's illness but from what I'm seeing nothing is quite clear and she doesn't know he's got three years oof. artem has a clue but I'm sure he knows nothing either. and marius and vyn have their suspicions but nothing's sure or confirmed.

LUKE PROTECT ROSA !!! YEAHHHH watch ur back u bitchass macho king

do parallels btwn skye and the incident with luke in the hospital count as symbolism idk I'm counting it. i think there's some symbolism a little bit.

for our romantic moment before something terrible happens, ah yes, sweet and worried words on a phone call and then luke has a whole episode. yay. delightful. luke don't fucking die.

no tot story would be complete without an absurd mid-story debate. damn, right in front of the secret nsb station???

no weird luke gadget 😔 sorry he was busy being sick

found family? they aren't even together the marluke moment was barely anything. artem worried about luke having an episode... counts a little. not enough to warrant even a question mark 😔

no nxx meeting, no hilarious bullshit from a boy. sad.

WHAT IS THE TIMELINE SHAKES HYV WHAT IS GOING ON

free space luke is dying

AARON YIPPEEE. good dad.

vincent is a good boy but no intel from him. just him being Best Assistant. Bestest ever.

I didn't cry but i am close to a mental breakdown

LUKE DEPRESSION ASHDJKWKW poor guy.

not sure if Emotionally Charged and Slight Conflict counts as an argument but personally i think kinda?

no baldr because NO TRIAL AAHFJSJJSK

not only do i have more questions about the new Big Bad but I have questions about WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THE WHOLE TEAM.

voice acting 🔛🔝 as always.

NO COURT 😓😓😓😭😭😭

marius was pretty badly injured what the hell WHERE'S HIS PERSONAL BODYGUARD AJDJFWJ LUKE CAN U DO A LIL FAVOR PERHAPS

artem? almost no artem. AND NO CAPTAIN MORGAN IN THIS STORY AT ALL 🥹🥲

luke's hands. r so pretty. in both goddamn illustrations. eeeee

okay and that's all the bingo points sorted, most of it sorted. two other things that piqued my interest was

1. skye harper. she loves taking care of people and she hates seeing people suffering. gerard suffered because of his mom and so many patients suffered because of tyson turner. she wants to protect her patients and the people she favors. i support her actions btw she's so cool for that. artem also supports her so that's a point in our favor! i also think her drinking all night when gerard disappeared definitely is relevant somehow, we'll see in the next chapter.

2. mc is probably feeling a little left out ngl. everyone's got their own thing, and she can't really actively participate in much because she got doxxed and her personal life is being pried into. and she can't do much about anything, not even help artem for some reason, and she's definitely having a personal conflict especially with luke's... everything. i just love mc's character so much i hope she snaps soon tbh.

thus ends my crazy goings. if u read all the way here kudos have a cookie 🍪

and when we get to the whole team about luke's illness... rubs hands together. hoo boy ch10 is going to go CRAZY.

ALSO the nsb is definitely shady and marius does not trust em all that much. i think he trusts luke but his affiliation with the nsb is causing some distance. aaa.

#tears of themis #tears of themis spoilers #tot spoilers #tot main story #novatuna's brain at work

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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The Secret Honorary Member of Thrush Hood's Merry Men

@feline17ff thank you for the prompt :D i might do the chase one in the future that seems like a fun idea to play with! also this definitely spiraled out of control it was supposed to be like 1k words or less and now it's a little over 1.5k. the names are probably pretty confusing at first ahah but i'm of the belief that the parents are not the first gen no matter what the books tell me

(i might make a post explaining all the names and also the backstory fairytales. for now you should just know that king and queen charming's fairytale is The Tinderbox and you should probably read that first before this because the opening paragraphs talk about the tale)

Hopeful Charming of the Charmings of the High Mountain, destined to be a damsel in distress to be saved by a heroic prince.

Locked in a tower by her parents, to be taken away by a large dog for two nights for a soldier to fall in love with her, and to be wedded to the soldier after he frees himself from the punishment of being hanged.

The original fairytale involved the princess’ parents be overthrown because they were not-fairly-nice rulers, but her parents were perfectly loved as king and queen, so she would most likely be just taking on the crown, or not at all if her parents wished it so, since the last princess was not queen until her parents passed.

It was simply the thing with fairytales - they may be repeated generation after generation, but details would change over time. Just like how every generation, the soldier would have to come up with a different way to enrage the royal parents over the kidnapping so that they would be at least a bit serious about the punishment. The punishment itself varied sometimes, although Hope’s parents had decided on hanging when she had discovered her destiny.

However, the details of her destiny with her soldier, Cailean Braveking, were currently highly irrelevant.

This is due to two particularly important things:

One, Hope Charming was not a damsel in distress. Hope Charming was an adventurer who enjoyed it and loved to help people through heroic acts and sneak around committing acts of rebellion for the greater good.

…As a secret honorary member of the Merry Men of Rush Hood (or Thrush Hood, depending on how formal you’d like to be).

Two, in the immediate present she was sneaking around Headmaster Grimm’s office looking for the enchanted bags of confiscated delicacies prepared for the post-midterm party that Milton Grimm decided to not be allowed.

So. Now she is attempting to sneak confiscated snacks from the headmaster’s office, totally part of her unofficial job description that is definitely very much against her destiny and would cause significant trouble if she’s caught. Delightful! Nothing that can’t be accomplished by this daring darling with dexterous hands.

Hope’s task is to grab the two large bags and the slightly smaller backpack and sneak out to the party venue undetected by the faculty and avoid suspicion from the first years, who would certainly report her to the faculty. The upper years would always have their back and look the other way.

Very simple task. She’s done this before.

Doesn’t make it any less difficult, really.

Rush and some of the Merry Men are creating a diversion for Headmaster Grimm and probably attracting the attention of at least a small amount of students, so she has to duck into corners and freeze in shadows much less.

When she finally slips through the door to the party venue, the rest of the Merry Men and Virtuous Charming, of the Charmings of the Deep Valley and the future Maid Marian are waiting for her.

“Take the stuff from Hope,” Vir quickly instructs, then proceeds to direct individual Merry Men as they carry the bags. “Thanks, roomie,” she smiles at Hope, “now go. You were never here, and you certainly didn’t assist in our operation.”

She curtseys and leaves as Rush enters, and he gives her a high five as they pass by each other.

Rush watches as Hope ducks into hideaways to sneak into her dorm room.

He heads over to Vir and drops a kiss on her cheek. “And what glorious task do you have for me, Virtuous Charming?”

She fondly rolls her eyes and points to a bag. “There’s a covered bowl of fairy punch in there. Take it to that table,” she moves her finger to a long table on the left. “I’m still waiting for Hatter to get over here so we can arrange decorations-” she’s interrupted by the sound of a party popper going off as Maddox Hatter almost literally bursts in through the door.

“The wonderlandiful decorating committee’s single mad member has arrived to give this venue a hat-tastic makeover!” he announces, dropping the two boxes in his arms onto the ground. “Although, we might need little Patty Pan with the high streamers and the floating teacup balloons…”

Vir grins. “Fantastic timing, Mad. Pat should be here any moment now, let’s see what you brought, might call Carmine for some more help if we need it…” she walks away and starts sorting through the party items. Rush goes for the bag she pointed to and takes the bowl to haul it over to the long table.

Seeing his girlfriend busy herself with decorations, he goes back to the bags and uncovers a tier to place fairy cakes and the accompanying box of fairy cakes. He takes them over to an empty spot and starts assembling the tier.

Thank godmother the Headmaster hadn’t put him into dungeon study for the diversion he’d pulled off, which was causing a riot with Professor Rumpelstiltskin in the hallways by nabbing the golden coin he was flipping as he walked by.

Maybe he thought getting cursed into an actual thrush for a few minutes was punishment enough.

Although, looking back, Rush can’t say he didn’t dislike being a thrush, but he also didn’t quite enjoy being a thrush, and he much preferred staying in a humanoid form, thank you.

He opens the box of fairy cakes and sighs at the heavenly aroma of warm cakes. Licorice Sweethouse joked way too much about eating children for everyone’s comfort, but gems and jewels did she make some sweet, sweet bakes.

As he places the cakes delicately onto the 4-tiered display tower, he hears Vir exclaim, “Pat! Oh, and you brought Mi and Em!”

Rush looks over his shoulder to see Patricia Pan float into a bow, the shadow behind her mimicking the action. Walking in below her are Carmine Hood and Ember Ella, both dressed in semi-formal wear for the party.

“I’m here to tie things up, up, up!” Pat grins, and grabs the first thing Mad hands her as he rattles off directions for the specific streamer she was holding, Vir standing to greet the other two girls.

“What in ever after are you doing here so early? I didn’t call either of you.”

“Oh, well, we were looking to see if we could help? I heard only you and the Merry Men were handling this and wanted to see if you needed a pair of extra hands,” Ember explains.

“Thought you could use some help directing,” Carmine adds, going over to the bags of food. “I’ll help with food organization.”

Vir smiles gratefully at the two girls. “Thanks a bunch, you two.”

Rush brings the empty box over to Carmine. “Hey, Hood,” he greets as he places the box in her line of sight. “What task do you have for this Merry Man today?”

“Hey, Hood,” Carmine greets back, shoving a hand into the backpack and pulling out some floating trays. “I need you to set some-”

Brandon, one of his Merry Men, chooses this moment to run in and exclaim, “Baba Yaga is outside looking for the party! Quick, diversion!”

Rush shoots upright and grabs Brandon, yelling “We got this covered, continue!” as he darts outside and in the opposite direction of the venue, screaming nonsense and fake banter, slowing down and facing Brandon.

Brandon catches on quickly enough, matching his jogging pace and screaming back nonsense and matching his fake banter.

Decker, another one of the Merry Men, slowly trails after them.

As Baba Yaga comes closer at the commotion, they get into a spar, making sure to let outsiders believe it was a genuine fight, not halting their yells, but keeping obscenities to themselves. Neither wanted to be confined to dungeon study until the party.

Decker breaks into a run and arrives just as Baba Yaga does, exaggerating his huffs and puffs to make it look like he chased after them a long way.

“What is the meaning of this fighting!” Baba Yaga exclaims, forcefully separating Brandon and Rush, who glare at each other.

“Guys,” Decker huffs, “a squirrel took Rush’s snack. Not Brandon. Can’t get it back now but,” he puffs, “stop fighting. It’s neither of your faults,” and he blows out a large breath and collapses onto the ground. Exceptional acting and improv.

Baba Yaga sighs. “Well, it seems like whatever problem you’ve had has been presented with a solution. Please avoid causing any more scenes on school grounds, or I’ll be forced to send you to dungeon study. This is a warning!” she shakes her finger and leaves.

Once she’s out of sight, the three boys jump to their feet and quickly and sneakily as possible return to the venue, which at this point is already fully decorated. Ember is organizing the last few cakes on a table and Carmine is testing out the floating trays with Arzu Goodfairy. Mad’s gone off to Grimm knows where, and Vir is casually conversing with Pat while the rest of the Merry Men idle about waiting for Rush’s return.

He goes to Vir’s side, takes her hand and kisses it. “Your grand party has been saved by your magnificent partner.”

She laughs, a gorgeous sound that Rush adores. “I thank you, partner, for your incredible assist. Now take everyone to prepare, none of you are proper for this party.”

Rush raises an eyebrow. “And you?”

Vir simply winks at him. “I have my ways, dear. Now go.”

Hours later, right as the party starts, sound muffled by the assistance of, again, Arzu Goodfairy, Rush sees his girlfriend in the most dazzling semi-formal outfit, and absolutely does not freeze for nearly a minute, Hope, you definitely saw wrong.

#ever after high #hopeful charming #queen charming (eah)#thrush hood #robin hood (eah)#virtuous charming #maid marian (eah)#novatuna's brain at work #novatuna's brain writes

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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basil fucking dies

thanks, lost-library of omori discord. you've gotten me writing so goddamn much. anyways here's what i think happened on ONE DAY LEFT of the sunny route when basil came home, definitely huge spoilers

tw : slight horror , suicide , character has a mental breakdown

Basil rushed past Polly, going to his room and shutting the door.

He took deep breaths, trying to push down the feeling of overwhelming grief that threatened to drown him like the shadows hiding in the corners of his room.

Was this what Sunny felt like when he saw Mari's dead body on the floor? Everything crashing down on him and feeling like nothing was going to be okay?

Of course it wasn't. Nothing was ever going to be okay.

He didn't know when he'd slid down the door, and he didn't know how long he'd stayed there, but it was long enough that eventually the sun was setting, and the shadows grew closer.

He felt his breaths get more panicked as they rose and took on a horribly familiar shape. His ears rang with the memory of his voice.

"Don't worry… Everything is going to be okay."

No, no it wasn't. It wasn't at all. Sunny was leaving him, more permanently than he had when he'd locked himself in at home, Sunny was moving away, he wasn't going to be here and Basil was going to have to carry the burden of the truth forever alone.

Voices echoed. Hero, Aubrey, Kel, Sunny. Four of his friends. Four of his only friends left. He didn't know what they were saying, all he heard was their voices and all it brought upon him was more and more distress.

The shadows grew, whispered in his ear, crept behind him.

**"Basil…" **

SOMETHING was behind him, dragging him down. He tried to fight it, tried to stand, but it followed and weighed down on him. He felt its infinite eyes watch him. It was too much.

He grabbed the nearby garden shears, touched the blades.

SOMETHING consumed him.

Too much. Too much, too much too much too much-

He plunged the knife into his stomach, and pulled it out. With all his remaining strength, he flung it across the room.

Basil collapsed against the wall, and closed his eyes. It hurt so much…

But as he felt himself fade away, he thought that it didn't hurt as much as the pressure of SOMETHING behind him.

#omori #omori fic #omori spoilers #omori basil #novatuna's brain at work #novatuna's brain writes

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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RECYCULTISTS' HQ (REAL NO DAYDREAM CLICKBAIT)

oh man. simple prompt that was "something with the recyclepath" got so much longer than i realized, oh man

basically, the recycultist sequence if it was real

slight omori spoilers ahead!

"What the fuck is that," Aubrey says, looking up at the massive pile of garbage containers in front of them.

"A massive pile of garbage containers," Kel replies. "Obviously."

She smacks him. "I know that, dumbass. But what's it doing here?"

"Why would I know?"

"Well if someone knows, please tell me so I don't have to hear Kel's stupid answers."

"Oh, c'mon!"

"Now, now," Hero jumps in. "Don't start, you two. I think I have an idea of what this place is - you know those Recycultist guys we came across? I think this is like, their headquarters or something."

"Huh," Kel looks at the containers. "These recycling symbols is their logo, right?"

"Yeah," Aubrey comes closer and pokes at a closed door with her bat. "I guess you can open them from both sides, 'cause if not this'd make a super weird headquarters."

Sunny looks at the entrance. It wouldn't hurt to go in and explore, right? A headquarters made of containers sounded interesting, even if the trash everywhere might make it smell bad.

Huh. There wasn't a trash smell, actually. Weird.

Kel waves his hand in front of Sunny's face. "Uh, Sunny? What's on your mind?"

He gestures to the pile in front of them, pinches his nose, and shrugs confusedly. It gets the message across, fortunately.

"He's right, there is no trash smell," Aubrey furrows her eyebrows and looks at the pile.

Sunny points at the open entrance, and widens his eyes in question.

"Uh, I don't know, Sunny," Hero starts.

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to look in, right?" Kel pipes up.

"I mean, considering it's a cult headquarters, it might hurt a little," Aubrey says, but by her tone she's leaning towards the "investigate" option. "Well, it sounds interesting enough that any injuries we acquire would be worth it. C'mon, Hero."

"Yeah, Hero, this is a fun adventure we're going on together!" Kel grins.

Sunny's eyes turn pleading, and Hero caves. "Alright, we'll go."

Together, they venture into the depths of the headquarters.

"In the biodegradable fork's name... Reduce, reuse, and recycle."

The recycultist launches themselves at the group, who dive out of the way.

"UH, WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING US?" Kel yells, ducking as they throw a soda can at him.

"MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THEIR IDEALS WERE BULLSHIT!" Aubrey yells back, dodging a pack of dead batteries as she catches the cult member's attention.

"SHOULD WE RUN?" Hero suggests.

"NO, I WANNA BEAT THIS GUY'S ASS, ACTUALLY," Aubrey replies immediately, ducking behind the person and kicking them in the back.

"I AM IN SUPPORT!" Kel throws his basketball at the trashcan on their head, pushing them off-balance. A bunch of trash falls out of the bin they're holding.

Sunny, having picked up a knife on the way in ("As long as you remember to not seriously harm anyone," Hero had reminded him), smacked the side into the person's leg, turning the knife just so to cut a tiny bit into their skin.

They yelp and end up falling on the floor on their ass.

Aubrey raises her bat and uses a part not covered in nails to hit his stomach. Finally, they get up and scramble out of the place.

"Epic," Kel laughs. "We didn't even break a sweat."

"Are there more of them in there?" Hero wonders, looking towards the tunnel ahead of them.

"Probably," Aubrey shrugs. "We won't fight them if they don't fight us first," she glares at Kel, "which won't happen if we don't provoke them by calling their ideals bullshit."

"But you agree, right? They're bullshit."

"I think we're all of the impression that it's bullshit, but we can't tell them that," Hero says.

Sunny waves for attention, then points towards the tunnel, shrugs, and runs for it. Everyone yells his name, all with different emotions, and goes after him as he enters the next area.

They end up fighting six more of the so-called "recycultists", if you could call a fight lightly cutting and smacking people before they run away as soon as they realize hurling trash at them doesn't really work.

Finally, they arrive at what's probably the innermost room in the entire building. Two cultists stand at the sides of a strange man with sunglasses and a glove on his head.

"Hey," Kel mutters to them. "Isn't that the guy we saw who was preaching about recycling and stuff?"

"Yeah," Aubrey mutters back. "The weirdo. Is he their leader?"

"I guess so," Hero joins in.

Aubrey opens her mouth to say some more, but she's interrupted by the strange man (the leader?).

"It is I... The Recyclepath... The only one chosen to speak in the holy bin's name!"

"I had a dream last night. The spirit of the rubber glove told me that this world is no longer fit for us. We must build, as the holy bin in the sky commands us. To reach the trashless world, where humans and biodegradeable materials may coexist in harmony!"

His expression turns solemn. "You kids have reached a long way up this tower... but I'm afraid this is where your journey ends. After all, you are nothing but trash... Grubby, senseless plastic wielders!"

"Uh," Hero interrupts. "None of us are using plastic."

The recyclepath guy actually stops. "What?"

They all raise their weapons.

"Wooden bat, metal nails," Aubrey waves it. The two cult members take a subtle step back.

"Rubber basketball," Kel spins it on his finger.

"My fists," Hero shrugs.

Sunny silently raises the knife. The two cult members take a more obvious step back.

"I see," the recycultist says. "Are you here... perhaps... to join our cause, then?" He takes a step forward.

"Uh, not really," Kel cuts in. "We just thought this place looks cool, so we went in."

"Yeah, we didn't really, uh, expect... such extreme anti-trash ideals... in here..." Aubrey continues.

He can't see the guy's eyes, but he's sure that they narrow. "Are you the trash that opposes our cause, then?"

"No, no!" Hero makes his way to the front, and gives a friendly smile. "Well, we don't exactly agree with your methods, but we do see that you're mostly right in your cause."

"Mostly," the recycultist echoes, tone turning frosty.

Hero plows on, charm turned up to the max. "Well, I know that trash is really a bad thing, and how it's poisoning everything can be resolved. But condemning everyone who litters and putting yourself up above by rejecting the world you live in won't really help, now would it?"

The recyclepath scowls. "Who are you to criticize the message the holy bin has passed on to us?"

"Well, the holy bin did just say the world is no longer fit. Maybe instead of recreating it, they meant to ask you to help fix it instead? Not everyone knows about pollution, you could help teach them, and you could start cleanup programs, you know, encouragement instead of shunning?" Hero's voice gets softer but doesn't decrease in volume. He really is great at this speech stuff.

"Hmm." The man actually is contemplating his words. Hero has gotta be magic or something. "You make a point. I may have misinterpreted the words of the holy bin. How would one even rebuild into a trashless world, with so much trash! I see now, we must make the most of this world. Thank you, young man, for your words of wisdom. Now leave this place, so I can continue with my loyal followers to continue our attempts for a trashless world!"

"Well."

"That was so weird," Kel says as he lies down in the grass.

Sunny nods and mimicks Hero's favorite charming gesture.

"Yeah, Hero was super cool back there," Aubrey rests her chin in her hand.

"It was nothing, guys..." Hero scratches at the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Nothing? You managed to turn a cult leader's ideology!" Kel exclaimed. "They're still a cult, but like, not as weird and bad as before!"

Sunny makes a "tada" gesture with his hands.

"Exactly, Sunny, it's magic."

#omori #omori fic #omori sunny #omori aubrey #omori key #omori hero #novatuna's brain at work #novatuna's brain writes #might put this on ao3 if i'm feeling it

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super-novatuna · 5 months

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so instead of doing my math exam i instead thought about maki

and how the geto parallels the zenin clan with how they hate her on principle: geto hates her on principle of her being a non-sorcerer, the zenin clan "hates" (or well doesn't think her existence is valid) her both for being a non-sorcerer and a woman.

and she hates them both for their specific views, she hates the persons in general, she's fueled by spite because of these as opposed to how they hate her on principle.

damn I'd be spiteful as hell too. I'd love to break out of the norm and be the one that stands out against everything they have to say. "you are going to see me as a person. i am not going to be categorized and thrown away."

at least those r my thoughts feel free to disagree

#jjk #zenin maki #novatuna's brain at work #a whole a5 page of writing instead of my maths exam. Man.

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super-novatuna · 5 months

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i wonder if nonblack linguists refrain from saying the n-word bcs unlike the idiots in my school they should understand the deep history and the importance of the meaning of the word and how it can't just be abolished with good/neutral intent bcs u wanna use it for ur funni black ppl jokes

#n slur #linguistics #novatuna's brain at work

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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funny thought! what if the huntsman knows about the badwolf-hood family. went to the wedding and everything. except he didn't tell hunter cause he thought it'd be funny.

cue ramona and cerise revealing their parentage, and hunter turning to his dad like

Hunter: dad did you fucking know about this??? whoa????

his dad: yea I've known like forever

Hunter: wtf why didn't you tell me??? i tried to rescue cerise and her mother one time from him???

his dad: exactly because incidents like that would happen and it'd be funny

Hunter, falling backwards into Ashlynn's arms: i have been BETRAYED, LIED TO by my own FATHER! FOOLED FOR YEARS!

Ashlynn, gently patting Hunter's head: there there honey

#ever after high #novatuna's brain at work #the huntsman (eah)#hunter huntsman #badwolf-hoods

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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happy early wei wuxian bi awakening! (MXTX Reverse Trope Fest week 2 day 4: anti- de-aging or becoming elderly)

(this is such a funny concept. i love my brain for this.)

(cross-posted on ao3 and twitter)

“Adult Lan Zhan looked really handsome,” Wei Wuxian thinks out loud as he stares at the ceiling. “Insanely good-looking. He should have the first rank of eligible cultivators, sorry Zewu-Jun. It’s the truth.”

“Can you please stop talking about Lan Wangji like you have been since he got hit with that damn aging curse,” Jiang Cheng groans from his spot at the table. “A-Jie, tell him that even if Lan Wangji looked insanely handsome he can’t keep talking about him nonstop.”

“I can and I will,” Wei Ying shoots back, then continues in a small voice, “also because I think I like him romantically.”

Jiang Cheng straightens in shock. “You’re a cutsleeve?” he asks, bewildered.

“I don’t... think so? I mean I liked the girls I flirted with normally so I’m not a cutsleeve but I feel the same things with Lan Zhan so maybe I am?”

“Maybe you simply like both, A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli inputs from her sewing across from Jiang Cheng. “It’s not unheard of.”

“Maybe I do like both,” Wei Wuxian muses.

He sits up abruptly and makes eye contact with Jiang Cheng. “I like Lan Zhan romantically.”

“What,” is all Jiang Cheng can say.

“At first I thought, wow adult Lan Zhan is super handsome, anyone would be lucky to marry him, then I realized I want to marry him, and I got super confused and I realized that I also want to marry Lan Zhan right now because he’s also super handsome and cute and I’m going to go tell him right-” Wei Wuxian hesitates. “...right when he stops hating me.”

“He doesn’t hate you, A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli assures him.

“Are you sure, A-Jie?” Jiang Cheng raises an eyebrow. “Pretty sure he does hate him.”

“Trust me, he doesn’t,” Jiang Yanli smiles. “Go tell him.”

“Okay thank you shijie bye I really appreciate that,” is rushed out of Wei Wuxian’s mouth before he’s up and out of the door.

“You knew about this, didn’t you,” Jiang Cheng stares suspiciously at his sister.

“I am good friends with Lan-gongzi. I did not know that the curse would hit Lan-er-gongzi instead when I shoved him away,” she doesn’t answer, smiling innocently.

He lays his head down and sighs into the hard surface of the table. He has two older siblings and they are both evil schemers. How does he survive.

#damn this is shortest one i think #or is the xianqing one shorter #nevermind the sangcheng one is the shortest #cql #wangxian #wei wuxian #jiang yanli #jiang cheng #mxtx reverse trope fest #novatuna's brain writes #novatuna's brain at work

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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deathday (MXTX Reverse Trope Fest day 7: free day)

(unsolicited fun facts: prompt is deathday because the 19th is my birthday and it is a reverse trope fest. i decided this like the first day i planned out the prompts and stuff. my first thought was "angst? on my birthday?" then the second thought was "indeed, angst on my birthday" post-canon, wwx's third death anniversary since he came back. pain. also fluff)

(cross-posted on ao3 and twitter)

Wei Ying is not next to him when he wakes up.

Naturally, Lan Wangji starts panicking.

It has been two years since his beloved’s resurrection and everything else that came with it, but the fear that strikes him whenever Wei Ying suddenly disappears is still sharp as ever.

He quickly gets out of bed and searches the Jingshi, panic rising the longer he goes without finding his husband. Finally he opens the door to check the front yard, and relief like no other floods though him when he sees Wei Ying sitting on the porch.

Relief which is replaced with worry, because Wei Ying is up before him outside the Jingshi, staring at nothing.

“Wei Ying?” he tries to make his voice as soft as possible, but Wei Ying startles anyways as he turns to him.

“Lan Zhan!” he exclaims. “Ah, sorry, I’m not... “

“Come back to bed?” Lan Wangji gently inquires. “It is cold outside.”

Wei Ying smiles. “Alright,” he agrees, picking himself up and tucking himself into the crook of Lan Wangji’s arm as he leads him back into their bed. They do not lay back down, but sit up on its edge. Wei Ying edges closer to him, but his eyes do not look at him and stare unfocusing once more.

“What is wrong, Wei Ying?” he prods, kissing his hair. “You can tell me.”

“I-” he squeezes his eyes shut. “I think... today is the day I... died.”

The realization drowns Lan Wangji in a chill not unlike the water of the cold springs.

Today is the sixteenth anniversary of the Yiling Patriarch’s death at the Siege of the Burial Mounds.

To Wei Ying, it has been three years since he’s died.

At this realization, a familiar mourning passes over him. It is routine and ever-present on days like these, days where he’s reminded that he lost Wei Ying. It is lighter and easier to forget after Wei Ying returned, but it has only been three years since he did and Lan Wangji had spent thirteen years in what he had thought to be eternal grief.

He pushes that feeling aside by squeezing his arm around Wei Ying, a reminder that he was here, beside him, as his husband. And today’s priority was to keep Wei Ying in or close to the Jingshi, because the past two anniversaries had let them to a silent agreement to stay home whenever these days occurred.

The first year, Wei Ying had a nightmare of his death. He did not talk about it, no matter how much Lan Wangji pried and persuaded, but it left him stilted and almost silent for the rest of the day as they went about their normal business. When he was free, he disappeared, and Lan Wangji found him later in the bunny field.

“I died, Lan Zhan,” he had mumbled, eyes on the bunny underneath his stroking hand. “It wasn’t pretty, and it was painful. And with everything that happened after coming back, I don’t think I’ve really thought about the fact that I died and... how being dead felt like. How different it is, to being alive. Should I think about it? Should I leave it behind? I accepted my death wholeheartedly, but coming back afterwards, that messed all those feelings up,” he frowns. “I was dead before, and now I’m alive. Happy, with you. And I’m glad. But I guess I’m only coming to terms with it now.”

Lan Wangji had hugged him close and patiently waited for Wei Ying until he was done. That night was peacefully dreamless for the both of them.

The second year, they had gone out farther on a nighthunt, only to be greeted by celebration of his death’s anniversary. There were people here and there praising another year since the eradication of the Yiling Laozu, and even as Lan Wangji desperately tried to stop them, they carried on without care. “Evils should be eradicated and that Wei Wuxian deserved it!” they yelled, not realizing, for their town was large enough to hear rumors but not see enough faces, that they were speaking to “that Wei Wuxian” and his husband.

After the hunt was completed, Wei Ying made to set off for home immediately, and insisted that they camp outside instead of at an inn in the nearest town when night fell. They did not talk about it, and simply held each other close when they went to sleep. Wei Ying’s behavior did not improve until they returned to the Cloud Recesses and the delighted chirps of “Wei-qianbei!” from his beloved junior disciples.

So this year, they will stay in the Jingshi, together, alone. Today has no decided schedule, and if Wei Ying wishes he can go teach the disciples, and if he wishes to be in the Jingshi alone Lan Wangji will leave him be, and if his beloved will follow him around as he does his duties to help his uncle, Lan Wangji will let him.

As long as Wei Ying is alive, as long as he is happy.

#i'm so indecisive on where to place the cuts lmao #mxtx reverse trope fest #mdzs #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #novatuna's brain writes #novatuna's brain at work

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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personal interpretation on why i think wei wuxian suits gryffindor best

someone on the mdzs fic rec and discussion server brought up wwx and what house he'd be in:

my first assumption was gryffindor, obviously. a quick backtrack and double check would lead me to say he's fit for all houses, but when i really thought about it i returned to gryffindor

some would definitely say "i think he's x, therefore he's in y house" and that's your personal interpretation! which i'm perfectly okay with. but me, i think wwx would be part of gryffindor, through and through. a little bit of consideration towards hufflepuff, but the final choice and name the sorting hat would announce i'm sure is gryffindor.

the main reason for me would be that although wwx fits the basic trait for three out of four houses (reason as to why he isn't ambitious will be explained), all the houses have their own common flaws as well, which is also part of the judgement the sorting hat makes. wwx fits the positives of nearly every house, but we can't say that for the negative.

longer detailed interpretation below the cut:

wwx and his relation to every house, ranked from what (i personally think is) not his true house to what i think is his true house. (aka why i think wwx is a gryffindor)

slytherin - he isn't ambitious; yes he has ambitions, but in the true slytherin sense he doesn't, because he doesn't think he needs to actively pursue them. "but he did chase after some of his ambitions, didn't he?" yes. one of his biggest ambitions was to take down the wens as revenge, which is a very hufflepuff/gryffindor reason. does he have "ends justify the means" moments? yes, but he doesn't fit the most defining trait in the first place imo, and this is also common with gryffindor anyways.

ravenclaw - he is intelligent and resourceful and his take on the world as he grows is a sign of wisdom, but ravenclaws tend to value knowledge above all else and it leads to disregard of things like justice, but wwx is very rooted to his morals and justice (see leaving everything behind to save others. this also defines him as a hufflepuff and gryffindor). they're stubborn by staying rooted to the facts and nothing else but facts moves them (which is why i see lwj in ravenclaw)

hufflepuff - self explanatory, this bitch is so loyal to the point of self-sacrifice. god. i want to smack him. hufflepuffs however tend to be the kind, underestimated ones. nobody underestimates wwx even if he is kind, and he's often made himself the center of attention. hufflepuffs are stubborn for the sake of themselves and everyone around them (again, leaving everything behind to save others)

gryffindor - brave. wwx is very very very much brave i don't even need to explain this. yet he is reckless, he assumes things and often doesn't think them through, his decisions can be subconsciously selfish because he forgets to take others into consideration (LEAVING EVERYTHING BEHIND TO SAVE OTHERS). gryffindors also tend to be the morally strong, not to mention their brand of stubborn - will not back down for majorly personal reasons (although it can be argued that this can be attributed to slytherins through their determination towards ambitions). i'd argue that he fits gryffindor perfectly

conclusion:

Wei Wuxian is a Gryffindor.

#mdzs #cql #the untamed #novatuna's brain at work #this was typed in the early hours of one am #because my brain loves working when it shouldn't be #wei wuxian #harry potter #sorting mdzs characters #wei wuxian is a gryffindor

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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love you *stabs* (xuexiao)

“Daozhang, what are you doing?”

His voice was teasing as Xiao Xingchen approached the voice, moving him closer to a corner of the house they lived in.

Xiao Xingchen was all too familiar with that tone.

It pulled at his heart, his stupid, naive heart, who fell for the person responsible for the massacre of the Chang clan, the person who blinded Song Lan, who tricked him into thinking he was just a person his age with a knack for mischief.

He shook his head. No. He could not allow his heart to fool him again. He had to do this.

“Xue Yang.” He addressed the boy. Both of them were just boys, but one was cunning and deceitful and another was too kind for his own good.

He raised the tip of Shuanghua to his neck.

“Ah…” Xue Yang said. Xiao Xingchen loathed the smirk in his voice. “So you know now.”

He pressed his lips together. “Xue Yang, how could you lie to me and mislead me about such cruel things? How could you make me kill so many people like that? How-” He breaks off, voice cracking. He’s about to start crying soon, he can feel it, the blood coming up to his empty eye sockets, the empty places of the eyes that were Song Lan’s now, but Song Lan was dead, a fierce corpse, because he killed him, he killed his zhiji.

“Daozhang, those people were cruel to you, never cared for you, yet you feel remorse for them? Those idiots who don’t deserve you, including that Song Lan, who left and broke your heart, hm?” Xue Yang scoffs. “They all deserved it.”

But how could they deserve it, how how how how, how did they deserve death when all they have done was look down on him? It was not a good thing, but who deserved death for such a small thing?

And Song Lan did not deserve to die at the hands of his zhiji. Song Lan took a part of his heart and his eyes, but Xiao Xingchen would’ve given him more.

To Xiao Xingchen, Song Lan did not deserve to die, not now, not ever.

Xue Yang, who he had unknowingly lent his broken heart, let him mend it, a mistake, for Xue Yang is a destroyer, and his heart is now coming back in more pieces than when he gave it away.

“By the way, daozhang, the candy today was good. Did you get some from a new vendor? It tastes different.”

Xue Yang really was a destroyer with no humanity. Here Xiao Xingchen was, accusing him of things he did not deny, and yet he still asked about candy.

He would never have candy ever again. Never. Neither Xiao Xingchen nor Xue Yang, but for different reasons. One to grieve a fake love, another because this is the moment he kills him.

“Xue Yang,” Xiao Xingchen says, slow and painful. “You disgust me.”

The boy at the end of his sword inhales sharply. “You!”

He is indignant, and Xiao Xingchen wonders if Xue Yang is feeling betrayed from the fact that he is disgusted by him.

It can’t be, of course, Xue Yang has no humanity, no love to give. He is offended at worst.

Xiao Xingchen sighs. “I’m sorry, Xue Yang. But someone like you cannot be allowed to live.”

“Daozhang,” says Xue Yang, his tone flipping to amused, “Are you really going to-”

He slices Shuanghua across his throat and moves to plunge it through his chest. Xue Yang chokes off, and slowly pushes the sword downwards with the force of his body falling to the ground.

“I love you, I loved you,” Xiao Xingchen whispers into the emptiness of their shared space for the past two years, blood seeping through his bandages and trailing down his cheeks. “And I’m sorry I ever gave my heart to you.”

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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i love that i hate you (MXTX Reverse Trope Fest day 6: soulhates)

(og!sqq and og!lbh meet and oh! they're soulhates. what does sqq think. disclaimer: i haven't finished reading svsss so i have no idea how exactly lbh joined qing jing peak so i'm just winging it)

(cross-posted on ao3 and twitter)

The moment he lays eyes on the boy named Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu knows from the burn on his wrist that he’s met his soulhate.

If soulmates are rare, soulhates are even rarer - and Shen Qingqiu had thought himself cursed for having the black blot on his wrist marking the hateful bond he would have with another.

The boy would not know, of course, which of the Peak Lords he was greeting was his soulhate, even if he’d felt the burn. A first meeting doesn’t necessarily have to be mutually exclusive with soul bonds, as long as one lays eyes on the other and focuses their attention on them, then the mark will burn and turn from a colored blot into a rough portrait of the setting of their first meeting.

At first, Shen Qingqiu feels a stab of guilt when he realizes that his soulhate is a mere boy much, much younger than him, but as the boy introduces himself, the guilt vanishes like vapor after it rises from hot tea.

Instead, pure, unadulterated hate floods him, the feeling one would have when they see their soulhate. He internally seethes even harder as the boy gets assigned to his Qing Jing Peak. How lucky, how fortunate, to have such suffering end so quickly. How undeserving.

And Shen Qingqiu smiles to himself, passing it off as a warm welcome from him to Luo Binghe. Hating this boy was so much easier than he had expected.

#mxtx reverse trope fest #soulhates #original shen qingqiu #original luo binghe #shen jiu #novatuna's brain at work #novatuna's brain writes #svsss

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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a-jie helped me with this speech (MXTX Reverse Trope Fest day 5: communication)

(cql chengqing at the burial mounds a little while after wen qing returns the comb. jiang cheng is trying and his siblings are pulling at the strings to help him out, wen qing is amused. skipped anti-sex pollen because of nsfw and i'm not sure how to write lol)

(cross-posted on twitter and ao3)

“Uh, Wen Qing-” Jiang Cheng starts, then cuts off.

“Yes?” Wen Qing raises an eyebrow at the man.

“I- about last time, I-”

“You wanted to take just me and Wei Wuxian back and leave everyone here,” Wen Qing flatly states. Jiang Cheng flinches at her words.

“I was wrong, and I- I shouldn’t have done something so... “

“Selfish?” Wen Qing supplies, and the sect leader shrinks back and nods.

“Y-yes. It was selfish of me and I realized that, so I went to figure out something else and this time also help your family out, because-” he takes a deep breath “-I get the need to protect your family. I can respect that.”

Wen Qing snorts. “And whose script for you is that?”

This makes him shoot her a glare, and she returns it with an amused look. He looks away, cheeks tinting the slightest bit of pink.

“A-Jie helped.”

“I see,” she attempts to stifle a laugh, which makes Jiang Cheng blush harder.

“But my intentions are genuine,” he collects himself moments later as he draws himself back up. “I discussed this with A-Jie, and with Wei Wuxian, and they both think it’s a decent idea, so this is where I present it to you.”

“Okay. Tell me.”

He takes another deep breath. “I need you to marry me.”

Wen Qing almost drops the medicines she’s organizing. “Well,” she says. “That was quite forward, Jiang-zongzhu.”

He plows on, ignoring her comment. “As the one whose entire sect was wiped out by the Wens, I have the proper right to be the most offended by the Wens, so if I marry you the other sects can’t speak up, and I can bring your family and also show them that the remaining Wens are completely harmless-”

“I know, Jiang-zongzhu,” Wen Qing softly cuts in. “I’ve considered it before.”

Jiang Cheng stops and stares at her in surprise. “You have?”

“I’m desperate to save my family,” Wen Qing answers. “Of course I’ll consider every possibility.”

“Oh,” Jiang Cheng says.

“By the way, the answer is yes,” she walks up to him. He tenses, rooted to the spot. Wen Qing, spotting his fluster, smirks as she snorts a laugh. She pats his shoulders. “I’ll marry you, for my family’s safety,” she clarifies. “I don’t have any feelings for you besides tolerance.”

“That’s- that’s alright,” Jiang Cheng stutters out. “I don’t mind. You and your family and my brother being safe - that’s good enough.”

“That’s a good answer,” Wen Qing smiles.

#cql #mxtx reverse trope fest #communication #chengqing #jiang cheng #wen qing #novatuna's brain at work #novatuna's brain writes

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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the elderly wen woman is my best friend now (MXTX Reverse Trope Fest day 3: accidental elderly acquisition)

(the wens are saved and brought to the cloud recesses. wen-popo is lonely and hones in on lan qiren to be her new bff)

(cross-posted on twitter and ao3)

“Come in,” Lan Qiren says when he hears a knock.

To his surprise, it is the elderly Wen woman who enters.

He stands up immediately, worry flooding his mind. “Is there anything I can help with?” he asks, urgency slipping into his tone.

She waves her hands at him. “Ah, no, no! Nothing of the sort! I just wanted to visit you.”

“Oh?” he says, bewildered. “What for?”

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, I am the only elderly in the entire community of the Wen remnants, Lan-xiansheng,” she smiles. “I am simply seeking similar company.”

Lan Qiren huffs, amused. “Well, I have finished my duties for today, so I suppose I can spare time to entertain you.” He waves her towards the table. “Come sit.”

She sits as he goes to get some tea. “What kind of tea would you like?”

“Ah, any kind of tea works for me. I’ll leave the judgement to those more knowledgeable.”

“Alright.”

After the tea is served, he realizes something and almost starts blushing from embarrassment. “I never caught your name. Apologies, how disrespectful of me.”

She laughs. Such open laughter is rare in the Cloud Recesses, so its presence lifts his spirits. “Well…”

A week later, he runs into his nephews on the way to the Wen settlement.

“Shufu.” they bow. Xichen looks at the bundle in his arms and tries not to start laughing. Wangji poorly attempts to hide his confusion.

“Shufu.” the younger says. “What is that you have in your arms?”

“A little something I acquired for Li-jie," he replies, and then he feels his ears warm at his slip-up.

"Li-jie?" Xichen furrows his eyebrows.

Wangji, who spends more time with the Wens (read: A-Yuan), realizes first. "Wen-popo?" he says, just short of gaping at his uncle.

"Ah," Xichen laughs, then attempts to cover it with a cough. "I was not aware you two were so close already, Shufu. We will leave you to your activities, then."

"Mn," Wangji has found the amusement in this whole ordeal and is now definitely laughing at him too. What disrespectful nephews he's raised. "Have fun, Shufu."

"Thank you," he nods, then essentially runs away without making it look like running away. His nephews don't laugh aloud, but he knows that there will be much teasing later on.

It's not every day your very serious uncle is roped into a friendship with a fellow elderly person, after all.

#mdzs #novatuna's brain at work #novatuna's brain writes #cql #lan qiren #granny wen #mxtx reverse trope fest #accidental elderly acquisition

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super-novatuna · 2 years

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will what has destroyed you, save me?

After the Wen brand mysteriously shows up with two empty wine jars and a headache with no recollection of the night before, Lan Wangji visits his brother in the Hanshi. Said brother looks, for lack of a better word, haunted.

"Xiongzhang. If Wangji may ask..." he begins as he takes his seat across him.

A bitter smile, the worst type of smile Lan Xichen could ever wear. "You may."

"What happened last night?" he quickly begins, nearly interrupting Xiongzhang, who sighs softly and gives him the whole story, all while the same haunted look intensifies with every sentence. When he finishes, Lan Wangji's eyes are wide and Lan Xichen's are shining with tears.

(Wangji wants to hug him, but that's a bridge that fell with thirty-three lashes.)

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He learns the dizi.

During one of his extended travels to chase after chaos and hopeless hope, he comes across a man playing a dizi in a tucked away village - one of the places untainted by the stigma of the dizi after the fall of the Yiling Laozu. The slender instrument sounds an unfamiliar tune but the notes are so distinct and familiar that his heart pulls with all its might and the twenty-five year old player only asks for guqin lessons in return.

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On the way back, he purchases a soft white dizi from a merchant who does not recognize him. All the better. Nobody knows he has learned the dizi, and so when he finishes the new song he has been composing, (but this time it is mourning where Wangxian was blooming) nobody knows where the tear-jerking tune is coming from or who is playing it. Nobody even thinks for a moment that it might be the Yiling Laozu. He does not play sadly and mournfully and so tragic, his songs are commanding and terrifying and taunting.

Nobody except Lan Xichen knows, because he saw his little brother come back with a dizi half-hidden in his robes, and he mourns with the song, not for the love the song is for, but for the little brother he could not save.

(note: this is free for you to take as inspiration and write or draw with! this is technically a drabble but i'm considering it a prompt because i don't see myself going anywhere farther and posting it on ao3 haha)

#mdzs #cql #lan wangji #lan xichen #novatuna's brain writes #novatuna's brain at work

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