Marcy loves Sasha and Anne so much it makes me cry that I had to make a 6-min animatic about it
HI GUYS! I MADE A LEFT BRAIN RIGHT BRAIN ANIMATIC ON MARCY! IT'S UP ON YOUTUBE!
This thing literally took almost 2 years but i had SO much fun making it so hope u guys enjoy 🧠
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it’s the day after halloween. you dress the babes in their best winter warms, feed the dog, stoke the fire. there is frost on every fern. your 3 year old excitedly asks you if you’ll come with him to bring a few gone-by brussel sprouts to the compost heap. your life is very good.
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At the end of all things by Entityx
At the end of all things
by Entityx
M, 6k, Wangxian
Part of the MDZS Mini Remix for Tired Adults™
Summary: Lan Wangji is aware that he is not the only one who is left haunted by constant bloodshed.
Everyone has changed over the course of the Sunshot Campaign. However the one who underwent the most drastic change was undeniable.
It's subtle- he's still friendly and boisterous with members of his sect. But he is not truly open anymore. Gone is the optimistic boy who radiated sincerity with every word. Instead he is replaced with a hollow imitation, with a smile cracked at the edges, and a laugh that is too hollow to fool anyone.
Kay's comments: Sunshot Era Wangxian who are constantly at each other's throats has so much potential, especially if it escalates to them actually fighting and that ending up in a golden core reveal and this fic delivered on all of that and much more. The first half is incredibly dark and angsty, showing the reality of Lan Wangji's life in the war and the second half treats us to Wangxian first fighting and then slowly growing closer as the revelations hit. A really great story!
Excerpt: Wei Ying grins, "Lan Zhan! Come, take a seat!" He shifts over on the log he had been sitting on, patting the empty space next to him. Briefly, Lan Wangji wonders how someone can have a smile so welcoming even whilst wearing robes stained with blood.
He carefully seats himself beside Wei Ying, careful not to let his robes touch the mud. The slight contact of their shoulders brushing against each other puts him on edge; this is the closest he has physically been to the other man in a very long time.
"Lan Zhan! What are you doing here? Don't tell me you missed me," Wei Ying teases.
"I was walking nearby and I saw smoke. I thought there was trouble." He can't stop the frustration from seeping into his voice.
I thought you were in danger.
Wei Ying's smile falls, and he puts down the jar of wine he was cheerfully swinging just moments ago. "Ah, I didn't realize…"
"Wei Ying, what were you thinking- starting a fire this close to enemy territory?" He is careful not to raise his voice- but it doesn't matter. The second the words leave his lips he realizes that they sound accusative, and he knows he's made a mistake.
The other man's eyes flash red. "Fuck I forgot about the stupid rule okay? We were just trying to have fun."
The other Jiang cultivators, even as drunk as they are- are beginning to look uncomfortable. They glance at each other uneasily, once, twice and ultimately walk away. Wisely, or perhaps rudely- they do not stick around to say goodbye to their senior.
pov lan wangji, canon divergence, sunshot campaign, angst and hurt/comfort, war, nightmares, mental health issues, wei wuxian has ptsd, wei wuxian's three months in the burial mounds, golden core reveal, miscommunication, unresolved romantic tension, hopefuly ending
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