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monratarot · 3 months

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How it will be the month of March 2024 for you?

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Hello everyone! March is here so I guess that everyone is curios how this month will be for them. This is a simple and a short monthly guidance reading. Pick the pile that you are most drawn to and scroll down to read your monthly guidance reading for March.

Takes what resonate with you because remember that this is just a general reading and it might not apply for everyone.

Don't forget to like/reblog/comment and follow me! I would really appreciate it because it will help my blog grow!

So let's get started! Enjoy!

Moni🧚🏻‍♀️

Pile 1 ⋆☽🔮☾⋆ Pile 2 ⋆☽🔮☾⋆ Pile 3

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Pile 1

✨ possible travel for work or business purposes

✨putting in the hard work and effort to achieve your goals

✨ seeking new opportunities for growth and success

✨ avoiding risky financial decisions and focusing on saving money

✨ trusting your instincts and intuition to guide you in the right direction

✨ being open to new beginnings and taking control of your path

✨ being mindful of your health and well-being

✨ ending a relationship or situation that no longer serves you

✨ feeling content with what you have accomplished

✨ embracing change and new experiences

✨ being dedicated and focused on reaching your goals

✨ being open to new projects and opportunities

✨ being prepared for a major departure or transition in your life.

Monthly affirmation - I face the adventure of life eagerly

Quote of the month - ,,A single rose can be my garden...a single friend my world"(Leo Buscaglia)

Power of love message - Transformation - You use the power of love to move through illusions and shift into awareness

Crystal of the month - Rose quartz - New or renewed romantic love is here for you

Flower of the month - Yellow rose

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Pile 2

🌼 you may be feeling overwhelmed and indecisive, but trust that clarity will come soon

🌼 stay focused on your goals and trust in your abilities

🌼 communication is key in all aspects of your life right now

🌼 you may need to be open to new opportunities and experiences

🌼 allow yourself to be vulnerable and open to receiving love and support from others

🌼 keep a positive mindset and trust that things will work out in the end

🌼 remember to take care of yourself and prioritize your own well-being

🌼 embrace change and be open to new beginnings

🌼 trust in the process and have confidence in yourself

🌼 remember that success comes from hard work and determination

🌼 seek guidance from those who care about you and trust in their advice

🌼 remain grounded and focused on your path ahead

🌼 allow yourself to be open to new connections and opportunities

🌼 overall, trust in yourself and your abilities to overcome any challenges that may come your way.

Monthly affirmation -I welcome and nurture the new in my life

Quote of the month - ,,A wise man has dignity without pride; a fool has pride without dignity."(Confucius)

Power of love message - Tolerance - You appreciate other points of view because you sense the love in everyone

Crystal of the month - Rhodochrosite- Be gentle with yourself

Flower of the month - Dahlia

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Pile 3

☀️ trust in the journey and have faith in yourself; opportunities are on the horizon, and you are capable of achieving great things

☀️ focus on self-care and nurturing your emotional well-being during this time; take time to rest and recharge

☀️ look for the beauty and joy in everyday life; practice gratitude and mindfulness to cultivate a positive mindset

☀️ seek out opportunities for personal growth and self-improvement; be open to learning and expanding your horizons

☀️ relationships with others are important, but don't forget to prioritize your relationship with yourself; self-love and self-care are essential for your overall happiness

☀️ listen to your intuition and inner wisdom; trust yourself to make the right decisions for your life

☀️ remain grounded and centered in the present moment; focus on what truly matters and let go of distractions and negativity

☀️ embrace change and transformation; be open to new possibilities and opportunities for growth

☀️ remember to be patient and compassionate with yourself and others; practice kindness and understanding in all your interactions

☀️ keep a positive mindset and believe in your own power to create the life you desire.

Monthly affirmation -I am serene and still.

Quote of the month - ,A high station in life is earned by the gallantry with which appalling experiences are survived with grace(Tennessee Williams)

Power of love message - Commitment - You dedicate yourself to your beliefs wholeheartedly, knowing that love is the essence of your very being

Crystal of the month - Rubellite- Be gentle with yourself

Flower of the month - Sweet William

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wangxianficfinder · 6 months

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In the mood for...

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1. Itmf best brother nmj/nmj is everyone’s da ge.

🧡 Where's Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 64k, WangXian, 911 Dispatcher WWX, Single dad LWJ, Kid fic, Modern AU, D&D Games, Angst with a happy ending)

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2. I randomly came across this video recently of the Japanese Rabbit Hopping Assc. today, and I immediately felt compelled to ask if anyone has written (or possibly is inspired to write) 'actually very serious rabbit agility racer Lan Wangji'

Video link if anyone wants it lol:

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Tumblr story by @/mondengel2 I took it as a prompt

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3. Hii!! I am really looking for fics with angst with happy ending (happy ending for wangxian mostly) coupled with Jiang Yanli betraying Wei Ying if there are any? Thanks!! @yilinglaobunny

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4. Hiya!!! I've got an IIMF request: fic where Wen Yuan is actually a blood heir of the Wen and that somehow factors into the story importantly (like, he's Wen Rouhan's grandson, has special Wen powers, etc). Thanks for all the hard you you all do! @kimboo-york

sami's 'Dream of Youth' and 'Hand in Hand Together' has A'Yuan as Wen Xu's bio son. It's a minor plot point though.

The Dreams of Youth by sami (E, 85k, WangXian, YZY/TLJ, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Fix-It, Family, Not Lan Sect Friendly, Bad Dads, good dads, JFM's A+ parenting, Qingheng-Jun's F- Existence, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Sort Of, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Canonical Character Death)

Hand in Hand Together (All Your Life) by sami (T, 41k, WZL/JC, WangXian, Queerplatonic relationship, Implied future MingLi, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Slow Burn)

When Flowers Spring from Killing Things by windsweptice (B0redaf) (Not rated, 100k, wangxian, Wen WWX, Demonic Cultivation, WWX Has No Golden Core, he's got a resentful one instead, Yīn Iron, WRH pov, LWJ pov, WWX pov, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Sentient Burial Mounds, XY Is A Little Shit, WQ pov, Protective WWX, Protective WQ, Cinnamon Roll WN, Protective WN, LXC pov, BAMF WWX, Burning of the Cloud Recesses, Fall of Lotus Pier, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WN, BAMF WQ, Good Person WX, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Weddings) might not be everyone's cup of tea cause he's literally wen ruohan's son

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5. Hello! ITMF a fic where WWX survived the siege at Burial Mounds and remembers that LWJ saved him that night at Nightless City. Then WWX finds out about the punishment LWJ had to go through because of that. And WWX takes LWJ to Burial Mounds to mend his scars and they end up together.

I saw a fanart of wangxian with Yilling Patriarch!WWX treating LWJ's scars and that was all I could think about.

❤️ A Myriad of Blossoms by Itszero (E, 56k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, YLLZ WWX, Hurt LWJ, Cruel wwx, he's cruel until he's not, Protective WWX, Caring WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Bottom LWJ, Dark WWX) pls pls read this because based on ur request this is amazing (pls don't hate wwx in the beginning)

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6. Hello! I'm in the mood for fics where wwx is experiencing some kind of delusion or psychosis and lwj (or other characters) try to help him through it. I don't mind wether it's canon universe with the demonic cultivation being the cause, a curse or even modern au.

Thanks!

From Underneath by steppjes (M, 15k, wangxian, Character Death, Major Character Injury, Modern, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery, Supernatural Elements, Demons, Ghosts, Hallucinations, Grief/Mourning, Blood and Injury, Depression, Hospitals, Mutual Pining, The Troubles of Baby Acquisition, Very on brand self hate from wwx, he's going through a lot okay)

Mud on Your Feet by AvoOwO (Not Rated, 59k, WangXian, Nightmares, Sentient Burial Mounds, Possession, Panic Attacks, Night Terrors, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Good Sibling JC, Hurt WWX, Soft WangXian, Blood and Injury, Hallucinations, Delusions, JC Loves WWX, Insomnia, Good Sibling WWX, Sleepwalking, Sleeptalking, Protective JC, POV LWJ, PTSD, Post-Canon, YLLZ WWX, resentful energy, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Soft JC, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels)

let me sing to you by greybird_crookedbranch (T, 61k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, adorable Juniors, Minor Original Character(s)for plot purposes, Minor Violence, Demonic Cultivation, resentful energy, Trauma, Guilt, Protectiveness, BAMF WWX, Hurt wwx, Protective WWX, Protective LWJ, Baby Lans, WWX loving and being loved by tiny Lan babies, LWJ being utterly whipped for WWX, Mental Instability, Possession, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV LWJ, a tasteful seasoning of Yunmeng Bros Reconcilliation, CQL canon except LWJ is not chief cultivator, Nightmares)

out in the garden, there's things you hid away by saltyfeathers (E, 121k, WangXian, Possession, Animal Death, mass death event, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt(s), lotta hurt lotta comfort, wwx-centric, unfortunately there's also a bodily fluids warning, just like a lot of bodily fluids, there is sex and it is all in the last chapter, Serious Injuries, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post canon)

Something at the Door by Pip (Moirail) (E, 50k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, background 3zun, Background Yi City trio, Intrusive Thoughts, Horror, Suicidal Thoughts, Temporary Character Death, Blood, Explicit Sexual Content, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mystery, Urban Fantasy)

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7. Helloooo mods! It’s been a while! 💜 for the next itmf can i get some completed fics that explores wen ning in a romantic way? Like fluff and falling in love? Aside from JC , i don’t mind who he’s shipped with.

Thank you! 😊 @jikcf

the height of summer by la_dissonance (G, 8k, WN/LWJ/WWX, Getting Together, Romance, Accidental Courtship, On purpose courtship, Polyamory, Fluff, a small amount of pining, Love Confessions, WN/Happiness forever otp, Gift Giving, Secret Admirer)

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8. Can you please find a au marvel or Wwx as Wanda or black widow ! Thank you 😊 @brighterthanmagicalfluff

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9. Ok guys, I'm in the mood for your favorite Good Uncle LQR fics. I don't care for any other details besides that, please & thank you

小兔子 | Little Bunny by dragongirlG (T, 6k, LQR & LWJ, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LSZ & LQR, minor wangxian, POV LQR, love language: acts of service, Caring LQR, Character Study, Canon Universe, References to Canon, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Comatose QHJ, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Podfic Available, Good Uncle LQR)

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 742k, WangXian, WIP, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Feelings Realization, Getting Together, Sexual Tension, Supportive LQR, Light Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Period-Typical Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, WWX learns about his parents, First Dates, First Kiss, First Time, LWJ is confused, Then he is 100 percent on board, Kink Discovery, Kink Exploration, Bisexual WWX, Dual Cultivation, Slow Burn, Fix-It of Sorts, Not JFM friendly, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Fluff and Angst, Blood and Gore, Supportive LXC, Protective LXC, Canon Divergence, Inventor WWX, Eventual Smut, Possessive LWJ, Genius WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Scheming NHS, Cultivation Discussion Conferences, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Minor Character Death, NHS gets himself a beard (not the facial kind), POV WWX, Fluff and Smut, Burning of the Cloud Recesses)

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing)

Skate Happy by cinder1013 (E, 12k, wangxian, Modern, Meet-Cute, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Skate disco waiter outfits, booty shorts, Inappropriate Marriage Proposal, secret wedding plans, Good Uncle LQR, Good Friend JGY, not entirely evil XY, wwx has low self-esteem, but it works out in the end, They buy a farm, wwx wears what he likes, Panties, Anal Sex, A+ parenting all around)

🔒 Baby, Beard and Birds by mondengel (G, <1k, LQR & LWJ, Fluff, Babyfic, Family)

🔒 An old kettle, a tiny teacup, and a new pot. by mondengel (G, 2k, LQR & LWJ)

Between the rotten apples lies a fresh grave by hamlets_ghost (T, 12k, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Canonical Character Death, (Madam Lan), child LXC, Child LWJ, Child Neglect, implied kidnapping, (madam lan), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, (also madam lan), this is not a happy fic so mind the tags please, passive suicidal thoughts (but not really?), Angst with a Happy Ending, non-linear timeline, semi-explicit discribtion of a corpse (chapter 3), Slightly hinted 3zun)

When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, Implied WangXian, Modern AU, Kid Fic, Good Uncle LQR, Neurodivergent LWJ, Baby LWJ, Baby WWX, Parenthood, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV LQR, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

Discordant Rhapsody by nirejseki (T, 49k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, JC & WWX, WQ & WWX & WN, LWJ & LQR & LXC, canon divergence, fix-it, hurt/comfort, trauma, politics, protective LQR, protective LWJ, protective WWX, LQR centric, whump, angst)

through the eyes of elders series by Fleetling (T, 13k, LXC & LWJ, LXC & LQR, wangxian, LXC & WWX, LQR & WWX, CQL Canon Compliant, LQR's perspective on wangxian, mainly him being frustrated at wwx wasting his talents and then realising that oh no that backfired wangji's in love, the homeoroticness of sword fights, wangxian DOES NOT get together there's just ust and longing glances like in canon, LQR isn't bad he just wants the best for his nephew, LQR pov, LQR is a good uncle, LXC recovering from the whole JGY thing is a major part, Wingman LXC, good brothers!!!)

Good Guy Lan Qiren series by thunderwear (T, 28k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Golden Core Reveal, LWJ's POV, Fluff, Everyone Lives AU, LQR finds out about WWX's core, wwx and lqr are friends?? In My Fic? its more likely than you think, lwj in the bg like whats happening?, WWX goes to Gusu, Mutual Pining)

The stuffed bunny, the beautiful nephew, and other gifts from Lan Qiren by deliciousblizzardshark (G, 8k, LQR & WWX, wangxian, Modern, Single Parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Uncle Acquisition, Found Family, Fluff)

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10. OMG I REALLY WANT TO READ REVERSE ROLES LZ AND WWX (ex: cold WWX and troublemaker LZ, Top WWX and Bot LZ) IDK 😭 @naoenowa

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11. hi! I'd like to make an itmf req for canon era fics that feature a dark(ish) gusu lan/lan zhan, such as "hoards and treasures" by apathyinreverie which i loved. for instance, fics where the gusu lan interpret their rules with a darker lens, and where they might turn to manipulation/deceit to achieve what they consider right.

i know about "A Matter of Time", which is on my read list! but I'm also esp interested in seeing the dark gusu lan/lan zhan trope explored without time-travel elements. thank you very much! @potatokunst

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12. Hola :) , For the next In the mood for, I'm really, really interested in Lan Sizhui fics centric, specially related to Gusu Lan or his relationship with Clan Lan.

you are my chosen family by jinyinhua (T, 14k, LSZ & LJY, wangxian, LJY & LSZ & LWJ & WWX, 5+1 Things, Good Kid LJY, Good Kid LSZ, Blood and Injury, Night Hunts, Drinking, Age Regression/De-Aging, Married Wangxian, Fluff and Humor, Found Family, Gūsū Lán Juniors Dynamics)

Revolution by mrcformoso (T, 8k, WangXian, ZhuiYi, Light Angst, Happy Ending, POV LSZ, Found Family, Toxic Elders, Fatherhood, Growing Up, The Lan Juniors, LWJ Adopts LSZ, WWX is LSZ's Parent, LSZ is a polite menace, Canon Compliant, Canon Divergence, Good Uncle WN) You might need to read the other stories in the series but if you just want LSZ feels then this can stand alone :)

this blood in my mouth by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, POV LXC, Post-Canon)

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13. Hi!

For the next IMTF, I'm looking for fics where LXC finds himself a new passion and is hilariously bad at it, much to others' amusement & secondhand embarrassment. Especially lwj or lqr is suffering.

His partners, be it jgy, nmj, jc or anyone, is very supportive of lxc's passion. It could be baking, gardening, cooking, dancing etc.

For example, "The evolution of the heart" by Uglybeautiful, Radiencia..(lxc takes up magic/the art of illusion and joins a circus) @imstillthinkingaboutithmm

Magic Mishap by Regency_Bunny (T, 8k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Single parent WWX, Fluff, Humor, Kid Fic, Meet cute, Love at first sight, Himbo LXC, Magic tricks)

The Shape of Your Love (is Horny) by Vamillepudding (T, 25k, WangXian, XiYao, Urban Fantasy, Getting Together, Romantic Comedy, WWX is Bad at Being a Demon, LWJ is definitely a Monsterfucker) had a running gag about LXC taking up new hobbies that he is horrible at, including ceramics, perfume-making, knitting, etc. JGY is very supportive and LWJ and LQR try to ignore it out of politeness

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14. Hi! I’m itfm

a) tattooed lwj agenda. Specifically when his arms are tattooed and they show when he pulls up his sleeves, but anything and everything is fine

b) Ceo lwj where his employees find out he’s married or dating wwx or regular office worker lwj and his coworkers find out

Thank you! @wangxian-is-my-life

14A)

(our friendship) up against the ropes by daltoneering (E, 36k, WangXian, Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, lan zhan FUCKS, Fluff and Smut, Experienced LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, Pining while fucking, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Spit Kink, Dirty Talk, Light Bondage, Praise Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Kink Negotiation, Pride and Prejudice 2005 (dir. Joe Wright), mentions of Wei Ying/others and Lan Zhan/others)

🔒 Craquelure & Coverups by Inessencedivided (E, 27k, wangxian, Modern, Tattoo Parlor AU, Reincarnation, Tattoo Artist WWX, Tattooed LWJ, Dreams and Nightmares, Past Lives, trauma discussions, Mutual Pining, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain, First Kiss, First Time, Body Worship, Non-Penetrative Sex, Happy Ending, further tw in the notes)

Tattoos for Broken Hearts by TriviasFolly (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, LWJ has a Tramp Stamp Tattoo, that's the fic) lower back tattoo

14B)

like strawberries on a summer evening by ritualist (E, 15k, WangXianChengYi, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Modern AU, Accidental Voyeurism, Office Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Choking, Light Dom/sub, Light BDSM, Bratting, Light breathplay, Wei Ying says no when he means yes (and everyone understands this to be the case), Mild S&M, Spitroasting, Rimming, Porn with Feelings, Polyamory) lawyers, poly 4some

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15. Hi! For ITMF, could you recommend me a heavy plot fic in canon era before WWX died and revolve around him. It can be fix it/time travel/canon divergence/etc. No bashing except several character like YZY, JFM, LQR, JGS, WC, WLJ. You can bash them but i prefer not.

Thank you @idontknowwhattowriteforusername

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16. I saw a lwj whump in the itmf some time ago but I can't find it.

I believe it was physical lwj whump specifically, can u help please?

hope you're having a nice day

Alter by Solmae (E, 162k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Drama & Romance, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gang Rape, Forced Prostitution, PTSD, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Slavery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Torture) LWJ is taken as a sex slave by the Wen, so definitely counts as whump

Bring Your Wonder (Lose Your Faith) by kianspo (M, 75k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Different Sunshot Campaign, straight boy wwx, Feelings Realization, Protective LXC, Protective WWX, BAMF WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, POV Multiple, LWJ Whump)

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17. Hi! I know this isn’t your normal ship, but could I itmf WWX/NMJ fics? I recently read “Better Things To Do With A Flute In Wartime” (a WWX/NMJ/ eventual also LWJ fic) and really liked the dynamic between WWX and NMJ. Particularly how blunt NMJ was, how he valued WWX’s mind and strength from a kind of unbiased viewpoint as a sect leader and war general, and also that they bonded over unorthodox cultivation methods. Would love to see more of this couple! Thank you so much!

An Elegant Solution by giraffeter (E, 205k, niewangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fix-it, everyone lives au, courtship, polyamory, smut)

Crowned in Glory (fear no more) by Pip (Moirail) (E, 19k, NMJ/WWX, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Loss of Virginity, Size Difference, Sunshot Campaign, Sexual Tension, Certified dage fucker, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Rimming, Canon Divergence, Butterfly Effect, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Dubious interpretation of resentful energy)

Resent & Blossom by manaika (T, 26k, NMJ/WWX, JC & WWX, LWJ & WWX, NHS & NMJ, NHS & WWX, Love Triangles, Pining, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Angst and Feels, eferences to Fatal Journey, Strangers to Lovers, Implied/Referenced Murder Attempt)

Pastime (With Good Company) by nirejseki (Not rated, 25k, NMJ/WWX/LWJ, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, WWX is very thirsty, and not straight at all, same for LWJ, WIP)

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

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weirdwildwonderland · 4 months

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I know ppl downplay certain siblings trauma a lot but let me just reframe everyone’s for you based on the seasons

1) imagine the person you love the most sending you 185828282 miles away for 4 years to live on the moon. Completely alone. When you get back you find out that all the samples you put so much work into didn’t even get read or taken out. The person who sent you there tells you later that he put you there to guard the most precious thing in the universe but you can't help but think that he sent you up there because you died and came back looking like a monster. He left you on the operating table for two months and when he saw you again he couldn't even look at you.

Imagine being a little kid and being told you’re not special. And then living with 6 other people who are constantly praised because they’re more special than everyone else. Imagine them 30 years later still talking about you behind your back and blaming you for everything that went wrong.

Imagine being 12 and being so restless to see the world and to see what you can do that you go somewhere no one’s ever been. And it’s hell. And no one comes to save you. You think about how you saw your family dead in those first days. And it haunts you for those next 45 years.

2) imagine being transported back in time. You have powers that can kill people. And since you’re from the future you have history books on your side. You have the power to stop one of the most famous assassinations in history and prove to your dad (who’s alive now) that you’re GOOD. That you’re not the impulsive emotional crazy mess he always said you were. You just want him to love you, because whether you want to admit it or not, you want his love and validation more than anything else in the world. You don’t prevent the assassination.

Imagine having to witness all the stupid things your brother does. You just want to give up sometimes but you literally can’t. So you put up with his attitude and stupid justifications and you never get to hug those 5 other people that you miss so much. Your brother says that ghosts can’t time travel. You don't get to say goodbye to him. Even though you hated him sometimes he had a good heart and you miss that good heart all the time.

3) imagine going through brutal racism and dehumanization every single day. Not knowing if your husband is alive or in jail or not. Constantly on alert. Your husband is the only thing keeping you from losing it. And the thought that your daughter will be there when you get back. You didn’t get to see her before the first apocalypse. You failed her as a mother and she died that night not even hearing your voice. Your brother was on the phone for you. You leave your husband for her. It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Except she isn’t there.

4) (speculation) you used to be immortal. You got really sick one time from walking barefoot in a field and from something you smoked. You got shot by a spear gun. You came back. You can drink however much you want. You can get run over by a bus and you heal in half an hour. Now that you don’t have your powers it’s different. Everything is terrifying on a new level. Salmonella from the canteloupe and liver poisoning from the alcohol and flu from your brother's new kid. The clorox wipes smell like a security blanke and you can't get close to anyone anymore. Not even your sister. Not even your niece. And it makes your brother sad. You don’t smoke anymore and you’re so, so quiet. No one notices. You’re finally quiet.

#the umbrella academy #see if you can guess who!!!#but oh my god this made me so sad jesus christ #tua #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #ben hargreeves #number five #viktor hargreeves #didnt include lila here sry #writing #kai's writing

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rainybyday · 1 year

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It funny how one can forget everything else because of one death.

How the chemical that is flowing through his veins are the result of more than just a death.

That the powers he exchanged for his death was not a single price but a price of many.

That the knowledge and secondhand instincts he gains did not come from his body burning and burning and being BURNED ALIVE!

N̵̨̺͉̙͖͚̹̖̍̅͛O̴̡̨̧͈͇͉͇̓̏̀̓̌͗̈́ͅ!̸̡̬̹̙͈̗͚̑́̂

...no

He didn’t remember, or perhaps, he didn’t want to remember.

The itch was there, the slight bit of emptiness he ignored for so long by pretending it was his humanity that he left behind.

But that wasn’t it and he knew that now.

Danny Fenton died. That was the truth.

It was Danny Fenton that came back to life. That is a half-truth.

Or less of a truth and more of a single fact of a truth.

You see, there is a reason why the Ghost Realm is called the Infinite Realm. The green glow is not to mark those that are deprived of the chance to breathe again. Nor is it the warning sigh of death or the physical means of death.

No, ectoplasm is the root of what is beyond Life.

Ectoplasm is the structure of the Infinite Realm. It is the cell of a body, a building block of a castle, and a boy in a multitude of universes.

You see, the truth was that Danny Phantom died on the day he was shocked by his parent's portal that day.

But the place of his death also killed him lifetimes more.

For every shock his body took, the boy was to relive a life beyond that was in the Realms.

The first shock was of a girl who lived her life in the stars.

The second shock was a slave who worked in the fields of sands.

The third shock was a sickly child who did not make it to his sixth year.

The fourth shock was an artist who lived through a tragic war.

And then a fifth and sixth and ninth and seventeenth and more and more and more.

He lived and died so many lives with so many names, yet Isk-Lay-Br-Danny cherished them all. He cherished the lives he lived and the families he made and the friends he had and cried for his hardships and accepted his deaths every time.

He accepted them all except for one.

His last shock, his last life.

The life he had before he was thrown to his first life as Danny Fenton once more.

The he forgot.

Or he didn’t want to remember.

So, he remained naive.

And years went by.

Years he took to understand what it meant to be a hero, to save and to lose, to help and to hurt. He learned of his powers and learned how to train. He learned about this people and his realm; he learned what he must do to keep a chaotic order and how to remain in control.

He learned and he listened and then he remembered.

Because did you know why it was called the Infinite Realms? Why could the Infinite Realms travel you both to in time and locations? Why can you move dimensions and travel beyond them?

The answer is simple: Ectoplasm.

Ectoplasm is the cell of the Realms, so it was ectoplasm that allowed Danny to travel though the lives before (or is it after) his own.

He remembered his training to operate the stars again, he learned to understand the underline threat in a person’s voice, he learned to heal the body of the sick, and he learned how to recreate scenery with vibrant colors.

The more he understood, the more he remembered.

Lifetime after lifetime he remembered.

Until he remembered his last life. His regret, his tragedy, the one life he wished to redo once more.

Isn’t it great that he learned enough to understand that he can use his powers to redo, and if not redo, but to return back to the life he left to sudden. A death he wished for it to never happen.

How could he die like that so, in front of his grandchild no less?

How could Alfred (Danny) die like that?

He had to back.

He had to save his family.

He had to protect protect protect ṗ̷̨͋̉̏̂̂̋̚͜r̸̪̔̍o̶̻̘͇̳͕͖̹̦͘ţ̷͕̤̤̰̦͙̗̂̑̕ę̶̜͍͎̠̲͊̔̀͗͋͑ç̷̞̬̂̓͆͂̿̃͘ṯ̷̢͚͔͚̺̙̹̇͂́́̇͝ ̷̧̗͖̃͑̍̃̓̕͠ţ̷̱̪͚̑́̓́̓͠h̷͕̉̏e̵̟̥̯̋m̵̘̠͇̳͕̫͕̜̆̓́́̋̈́͑̾͒.̷̝̰͚̗̰́́̒͌̏̕̕

Or an au idea that ectoplasm is the reason why you can travel dimensions and because Danny died being shocked by ectoplasm under a portal to the Infinite Realms he died and traveled many lives before coming back to his own. And wouldn’t you like to know how his last life as Alfred Pennyworth was cut right in front of his grandson, a grandson who he knows will break because of him.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #Alfred Pennyworth #Or comic cross dimensions au #sort of #dimension travel

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Okay so a thing that has bothered me ever since I first watched Chat Blanc was Bunnyx and the general time travel stuff because tghis makes no sense. In the Chat Blanc time line, after Chat Blanc destroyes the universe, everyone is dead. Including adult!Alix aka Bunnyx. So the Bunnyx fron the Chat Blanc timeline doesn'rt exist anymore, meaning that the Bunnyx fron the episode is from a parallel timeline where Chat Blanc didn't destroy the universe. That however raises the question why she would even care about that other timeline. Is her quest to assure victory over Monarch in every single timeline because that sounds exhausting as hell. I also don't understand the deal with her leg disappearing while she witnesses the fight between LB and CB, it has no reason to, because LB defeating CB doesn't have any effect on Bunnyx because, as stated earlier, the Bunnyx from that timeline is already dead! And honestly, the fact that Lb even had to fight CB makes no sense. They could've just went back in time 2 minutes so LB can erase her name from the letter (or just be quicker so Adrien doesn't see her) and CB doesn't happen in the first place!

Like, genuine question, what was the point of the whole thing? I mean other than the concept is cool and the writers wanted to give LB trauma (which never really plays a significant part in the overall story anyway??)

Sorry for rambling so much, I don't know if this makes any sense, the episode was really confusing to me and idk if it's just because the episode actually doesn't make sense or because I just don't understand it bc time travel is really confusing. Would really love to hear your opinion!

You're fine and you're not missing a thing. The episode simply doesn't make sense nor am I sure why it even exists. I know a lot of people love it, but I really don't get the hype. It runs off of nonsense logic and makes most of the characters look really bad.

Let's start with the lore.

The canon lore is that Bunnyx only travels through time, not universes, so it makes no freaking sense that an adult Bunnyx would be able to stop Chat Blanc since the existence of Chat Blanc should stop her from existing. It's a total paradox that goes against everything we'd been told about her powers. Of course, she's also supposed to be the hero of last resort, yet we hear about her hanging out with famous historical figures and the season five final sees her acting as a substitute for the horse miraculous even though the people she portals in don't do a thing to help with the final battle, so it's not like Chat Blanc is the only time her powers and role get ignored. Any time I use the rabbit, I have to completely rework its lore because canon is just so bad at time travel. I like Alix and her adult design is awesome, but any time Bunnyx shows up, I expect to be annoyed.

Also, I will never forgive her for just dumping Ladybug back in our time without so much as a word of encouragement or any reassurance that the Chat Blanc stuff was only a maybe. And Ladybug was the one to figure out how to fix time!!! Alix, you suck at your job! Or this is just another case of the writers refusing to let someone other than Marinette save the day even though the poor girl really needs a day off.

As for why this episode exists? I don't even know, dude. It makes no sense. Back when we thought it was going to be a driving force in the season four conflict - an assumption that was backed up by Marinette's nightmare in sentibubbler - the episode kinda made sense in spite of its flaws. But we're two seasons past Chat Blanc and the only person who is apparently traumatized by it is Adrien.

Yes, the writers actually said this. No, you didn't miss an episode where Adrien learned about Chat Blanc. They were talking about the nightmares from the final:

Mélanie says that he "could become Chat Blanc" and the others add that even though he does not remember and has never lived it, Chat Blanc still has an influence on his actions.

Yes, this is embarrassingly bad writing. The character who never saw or even heard of Chat Blanc is somehow the one who is traumatized and effected by it while Marinette's trauma has nothing do to with Chat Blanc or the events of the season four final. Instead, it's random BS that was never even hinted at until season five. I just... what?

In case it wasn't obvious - which I guess it isn't given that professional writers missed this - the logical way to write this to have the season four conflict be about Chat Blanc from Ladybug's side. After the conflict ends, she reveals everything to Chat Noir who becomes terrified of hurting people with his powers. This is only exacerbated by the events of Destruction. But then the show would have had to let Chat Noir have a character arc that didn't revolve around Ladynette and the series seems allergic to that as a concept, so instead Adrien gets magical trauma that keeps him from the final fight. And I thought the Derision retcon was bad!

Other issues with Chat Blanc in no particular order:

It cements Nathalie as just as bad a Gabriel since she's the one who tells him Adrien's secret identity and we then see her do nothing to try to protect Adrien.

It makes Gabriel irredeemable by showing him gleefully hurting his child. Dude punts his son across the city with a smile on his face!

It makes Adrien look slimy since he asks Marinette out without telling her that he knows her secret identity. This one is in a bit of a grey area for me because the secret identity stuff is complicated, but Adrien has never been the one who cared about secret identities AND he's the one who has been directly turned down in hero form. The episode takes none of that into consideration with its writing and it really needed to for Adrien to feel like he had a valid point of view here. As is, he's taking advantage of a situation and putting his Lady love at risk for his own wants.

The pillow sniff scene makes Marinette look unhinged.

It spits in the face of The Power of Love by having Adrien's love fail to be enough to stop him from killing Marinette.

Marinette's parents should have gotten involved after Gabriel threatened her. There is no way in hell that I'd let my kid go over to the Agreste mansion after that. If the writers were once again determined to not let Tom and Sabine parent, then the threat should have come when Marinette was alone.

Why did Ladybug even need to go to the future if Bunnyx could have just gone back in time and stopped Ladybug from leaving the present for Adrien? Why did Chat Blanc even need to be defeated? What did Ladybug's ladybug actually fix when she cast her charm?

This is minor, but it bothers me: Chat Noir should not have been smiling and happy when he was freed from his akuma. That boy should have been in the middle of a breakdown.

I know people forgive some of the above because Chat Blanc is sort of an AU and I'm not going to say that's wrong, I just can't look at it that way because there's nothing that sets Chat Blanc apart from the normal timeline. The Paris special gives us an AU. Chat Blanc (and Ephemeral) are what the writers told us would happen in the canon timeline if Gabriel ever discovered his son's secrets. Canon Gabriel was the one doing those things and would have done them again if given the chance. This is who the writers said he is. Same goes for all the other characters who come across less than stellar here.

There's a reason why I love a good Chat Blanc rewrite. It's an idea with a lot of potential, but canon capitalizes on almost none of it.

#chat blanc my beloathed #ml writing salt #ml writing critical #chat blanc salt

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Soul Bounds Through the Eyes of Time Chapter 1

When Link was young, the Kokiri pitied him. He was the only child that did not have a soul mark matching any of the other forest children. Eight soul marks lined his forearm, from his wrist to his elbow and not a single mark matched the ones of any of the Kokiri. It was a cruel joke.

For a long time, Link believed that he would spend a lifetime alone. Then the truth was given to him by the Deku Tree in his final moments and Link left the forest, started his journey and traveled through time itself.

Link barely had the chance to rest and when he did he never thought of his marks. They had always sat on his arms and he never cared for them much before. Then one night, as Link laid down in an inn to sleep, he finally spared the time to say hello to his soulmates.

Link actually surprised himself. He knew his adventure was distracting but he never actually thought of what it meant to be in Hyrule. He had the chance to meet his soul mates. Link excitedly rolled up his sleeves. His right arm, bearing a single mark other than his own, was just the same as it always had been. The face of a cow is surrounded by yellow petals.

Link then looked at his other forearm. His mark rested on the back of his hand and eight marks lined his forearm, all the way down to his elbow. All but one was normal.

Flower, the nickname he gave to the once beautiful soul mark halfway down his left forearm, had grayed. Link’s heart fell into his stomach. He stayed frozen for sometime before a shaky hand reached out and lightly tapped the ruined mark. The petals and leaves had even seemed to have wilted. His soulmate was gone and Link never had a chance to meet them.

Link had not known how long it had been since they passed. Had Flower died before Link had awoken from the temple of Time? Soon after he had awoken? Or moments before he had rolled up his sleeve?

A sob broke through Link before he even fully registered what happened. Navi, Link's wonderful companion, curled up in his hair. In the nicest voice she could muster tried to help him. But Link was already too gone, he was stuck as an adult and forced to say goodbye to a loved one before even meeting them.

Months would pass, Link had gotten used to seeing Flower’s mark change its image. As a child, the petals were blue and healthy, as an adult the flower has wilted and grayed. Link knew that Flower must have been a casualty to Ganondorf's rule. Saving Hyrule is his only chance at saving them.

It had hurt, mourning for a person he had never met. Zelda had given him another chance, another chance to relive his childhood. Then Navi had left him, no warning or goodbye, just gone, just like Flower.

Once Ganon was out of his way, long defeated and Hyrule at rest. Link started a new quest, a personal one. He would do everything in his power to find Navi and Flower. He owed it to them.

During his journey Link had met Malon, a young farm girl his age. Link would come back to her once he was free of his Hylia-given duties. Link had done well becoming her friend again, building up relationships that had been undone and forgotten with time.

Link decided to stop wearing sleeves altogether. He had once he felt shame showing off his marks but he realized something. Damn everyone that made him feel bad for his soulmarks. He would embrace them and find his family.

Neither Link nor Malon had realized it in the first few dozen times they met but they shared marks.

Link showed up at the farm, once again buying milk and hay for himself and Epona when Malon noticed. She squealed so loud Link was sure he was about to get his head lobed off from a moblin he didn't see. She grabbed his arm before he could even turn around and held her matching marks up to him. Link’s mark was on her forearm, her mark was on his.

Link felt like he had experienced a true and beautiful magic but he was just happy. Meeting a person that was chosen by Hylia for you to love was a blessing in itself. Link didn’t need the spirit of the hero or a title to feel love like this.

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#linked universe #legend of zelda #lu fanfiction #lu wild #lu time #lu twilight #lu four #lu sky #lu wind #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu warriors #lu malon #loz malon

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May I request a smut piece with Hylia’s Chosen Hero please? 👀

So, So Gentle (Hylia's Chosen Hero x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗰 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗰 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝘂𝗴. 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗶𝗰 𝗴𝘂𝘆 (𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛)

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

To the rest of the world, he’s a man of very few words.

Harsh stares and even harsher glares. Eyes that observe and observe while piercing everything in sight. A tall and proud stance that stands with confidence and power. And takes every single step with the courage and strength of a thousand men. He’s intimidating on a good day. Yet absolutely terrifying on his worst. The picture-perfect person of a rougher than rough exterior. Of a man who will amount to more than one could ever hope to be within their lifetime.

That’s what the world sees him as. The Hero Chosen by Hylia. The one born to protect all that is good. The one born to save all that is good. That is what the world has always seen him as. And will continue to, even long after his death.

But the man you know paints a far different picture. One more beautiful, you might add.

For now, as he stands in front of you, bathed in the light of the moon streaming in from your open window, the only word you know is gentle. It’s how he treats you. How he treats you after sneaking into your bedroom through your balcony, mere minutes ago to escape the prying eyes of the world around him. So, so gentle as he approached your sleeping form and woke you up with cloud-like kisses to your forehead, nose, and cheeks. So, so gentle as you began to rouse from your slumber and his kisses began to reach your lips before traveling lower. So, so gentle as you rose from your bed and placed your hands over his as he took his time with undressing you of your pure white silky robes. And somehow?

He’s even more gentle as he pushes you on your back, parts your legs, and pushes his cock inside of you.

It’s far from the first time the two of you slept together. Far from the first time you took each other’s virginity long, long ago. And yet, sometimes you can’t help but gasp and hiss and moan at the first feeling of slowly being stuffed full. The stretch is there. That feeling that causes your eyes to flutter shut and for your lover to let out a shudder breathed from the sensation alone. It comes from the lonely nights. The lonely nights apart where he’s off fighting the monsters and demons you can hardly imagine. The lonely nights where you find company in your hands while trying to imagine that they were his own.

Tonight was supposed to be no different. That was what you truly believed as your fingers found their way around their body, teasing and toying yourself in all the ways you loved as he took care of you. And that was what you believed even as you finished earlier than usual, with a heavy heart and even heavier eyes- forcing you to doze off much sooner than you would have liked.

But now you’re awake. Wide, wide, wide awake as he’s here in front of you. Gazing down at you with the most gentle, most adoring look in his eyes. As his hands find a home in holding on to your torso as he snaps his hips into you once. Twice. Three times. And then suddenly? Over and over again.

“F…fuck…” The expletive climbs from your throat softly as you try to keep your noise to a minimum. Though it’s hard. It’s so, very hard because gentle is now turning into rough. The sweetest kisses are turning into bite marks and hickeys that line your skin whenever he decides upon a new place to mark you up. The quiet, pleased hums are turning into cries of pleasure and surprise as he effortlessly controls just how could you feel in each and every moment. And the almost silent rustle of your sheets as he reintroduces you to his loving embrace turns into creaks and groans as your bedframe hits against the wall in a very telling way. “Uh…I, um…”

“Such a foul word for such a pretty mouth.” His response is instant. His voice was low and his tone heavy. You feel the words travel straight through your body and arrive at your core. It causes your lower walls to flutter around his cock, still taking its time filling you up inside and assuming its rightful place. “And yet, I’ve never heard a sound more beautiful.”

It’s after the last word he utters leaves his lips does he make another move. This time it’s leaning over your naked form faster than you can blink. The new position allows for him to hit the deeper inside of you. It allows for him to turn rough into fast and sloppy as the hands on your sides move to grab at your legs. All so he can slowly, slowly, slowly, bend you in half for him while watching your every expression as your position changes. And now that he has you with your legs folded and pressed between your chest and his, you can’t help but feel surrounded. By his breath that fans over your swollen, kiss-riddle lipped. By his gaze that seems to grow more and more intense with each passing moment as he lets you adjust for just a moment. And by him. Him, him, him, as you’re held impossible close to his body.

While still sharing a connection in your most intimate of places.

Time passes slowly while he’s not moving inside of you. You spend those moments passing out kisses for all the ones you both missed while he was away. But eventually, the anticipation grows too much. And the orgasm that was slowly beginning to build in your lower stomach is starting to subside. So you take the chance. You ask for more. You ask for him to move.

You ask for him to make you cum.

And his response?

“It would be an honor…my princess…”

Because to the rest of the world, he may appear harsh. He may appear ruthless. Perhaps even cold-hearted. Or maybe even cruel. As nothing more than a soldier. A tool used in the art of war. The man with the thousand-yard stare that could match the best generals and the best fighters. The man with unfounded power. Unbounded strength. And unrivaled courage. The man had seen and had fought it all. Again and again and again. With nothing but the sword in his hand and the devil within his eyes.

But to you?

He would always be someone sweet. Someone adoring. Kind and loving. Devoted and passionate. A good lover. A good kisser. A good fuck too, whenever you need it most. But most of all…he would be gentle.

So, so gentle.

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•It’s Cold•

Pairing: Alice x Reader

TW: Light cursing

Y/N: Werewolf reader with they/them pronouns

Word Count: 2147 words

Summary: As you're sitting outside the Cullen entrance waiting to take Bella home after Jake asked you for a favor Alice keeps you company. What'll happen when you start feeling something for one of your biggest enemies?

*For this story vampire's powers can be used on werewolves. Twilight is a weird universe, the Cullen's powers don't seem to work on werewolves but Jane's do? To save us the hassle let's just say they all work*

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Alice POV:

(Graduation party at the Cullen's mansion)

Honestly everything was going amazing. People were having fun, they were dancing, Bella hadn't made a single remark about how much she disliked parties. Well... that's what I thought until I smelled that disgusting musk as I walked down the stair. I knew the werewolves had made their appearance and I knew Bella had invited them but I didn't know they would actually go through with this. A very short time after I could tell the werewolves were here, I had that vision.

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Y/N POV:

"You invited me, remember?" I overheard Jake mention towards Bella. I really had no idea what I was doing tagging along with my brothers stupid antics, but some of us had to make sure he wouldn't burn the Cullen house down because of Bella and break the treaty between vampires and werewolves.

"Was my right hook too subtle for you? That was me uninviting you." the girl with brown hair mentioned to my hardheaded brother. I must admit this girl was weird but as soon as she said that I couldn't help but chuckle a bit, which earned a curse towards me from Jake as he thought it.

"Look Bella I'm sorry, about you know.. the kiss and your hand. I'd blame it on the whole inner animal thing, but it was really just... me, being an ass. I'm really sorry." Jake managed to say as a shitty apology for the possible trauma he put this girl through and I made sure he knew how bad this apology was through my thoughts, which caused Embry and Quil to chuckle next to me.

Jake brushed my stupid comment off and pulled out something out of his pocket to show Bella before saying "I brought you something, a graduation present." He gave her the bracelet with the werewolf pendant and I knew it was my turn to talk.

"I made it myself" I mentioned as I peered over Jake's shoulder to look at Bella. I'm pretty sure that was the first time I had seen her actually smile given the amount of times we've seen each other, maybe twice or three times. It was my first time home in a while after traveling.

"Wow... you made this? It's really pretty, thanks." She mentioned as Jake helped her put the bracelet on. That's when she noticed the short haired vampire girl at the end of the stairs looking puzzled, that's when we noticed her too. It was like as she had seen a ghost.

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(Cullen mansion's balcony)

"They'll be here in four days." The short black haired vampire by the name of Alice mentioned as Carlisle managed to say "this could turn into a blood bath."

Edward, the red haired vampire fighting with my brother for Bella's love and adoration, added "who's behind it?" And Alice soon after that affirmed that she hadn't seen anyone she recognized except for local missing person, Riley Biers. The Cullen vampires started theorizing about who it could possibly be, until the tall long blond haired vampire with the name of Jasper mentioned an army would be coming and there wasn't enough of them to protect the town.

"Hold up, what damn army?" Jake asked puzzled enough to even be talking even if he had anger unresolved with the Cullens.

"Newborns, our kind." Carlisle finally let us know. New vampires made to destroy or so I thought.

"What are they after?" Embry beat me saving me from the embarrassment of asking myself. I didn't hate the vampires I just didn't know them enough myself to be speaking freely. “They're after Bella? What does this mean?” I thought. “What could they possibly want with a human girl?”

"They're after Bella? What the hell does this mean?" Jake commented. I was so grateful I had my brother and friends to ask these important questions for me. Carlisle finally let us know that this would be an ugly fight with lives lost. Jake, Embry, Quil, and I all looked at each other.

“What do you guys think?” Jake questioned in his head. I was sure he wanted to protect the girl he loved but I wasn't sure this girl loved him back. Although... Bella's life wasn't the only human life at risk here. “Our duty is to protect human lives from any vampire, I'm in if you guys agree on it.” Quil mentioned as he thought. “I wont deny to it but we also can't get too carried away and lose a werewolf life for Bella.” Embry thought. “Bella's life isn't the only one at risk here, what's preventing these newborn vampires from attacking any of the Forks citizens when they feel like it? We have to get rid of every last one of them.” I mentioned in my mind.

"All right, we're in" Jake insisted as he turned his head to look at Carlisle. I guess this caused Bella to panic a bit because she started refusing to let us fight in this newborn war. Which my brother quickly shut her down by mentioning he wasn't asking from permission. This caused Bella to look at Edward, waiting for him to say something.

That's when Edward said "it means more protection for you." Carlisle quickly followed this with a "Jacob, do you think Sam would agree to an understanding?"

“We get to kill some vampires, I'm sure he'll understand.” Embry thought. Quil then added in his head “as long as all of us werewolves come out intact.” Then I finished the last thought with “some blood will be spilt and it sure as hell wont be ours.” For the first time ever the Cullen vampires and us, werewolves, were getting along. Let's see how long this'll last.

"As long as we get to kill some vampires." Jacob mentioned in response to Carlisle's question. This is when Jasper mentioned that with us helping they'd have more numbers and the newborn vampires wont even know we exist.

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(Cullen’s front door steps)

Sometime later after my brother and friends left, I stayed behind to make sure Bella returned home safe. I was sitting on the stairs outside the Cullen home when Alice came out to check up on me I suppose. It wasn't like I didn't notice how uncomfortable I made her or how whenever she came close she seemed to cover her nose with her hand.

"Are you sure you want to stay out here, Bella's telling me how cold it is, don't you want to come inside and-" before Alice could finish her sentence I interrupted her and said as I made eye contact with her "I'm not human, I run hot, I don't get cold. Why do you think my brother and friends run around shirtless all the damn time?" I'll agree I was being a bit rude not letting her finish her sentence, but I was on the edge. As much as I had liked to mention how I didn't have any problems with the Cullens something in us werewolves made us skittish at any close contact with vampires.

"Well... if you don't mind I can sit here with you, keeping you company, until Bella's ready to leave that is and if you'd have me" Alice mentioned, dragging me out of my deep thinking. What was wrong with this girl? She seemed to have no second thinking. I had heard about her amazing powers at being able to see the future but was she just so certain of everything that she'd come close to one of her biggest predators? All I could do was nod and look away as she took a seat next to me.

"I might not be a mind reader like Edward but I do know what you're thinking, I can see the future after all... okay that came out creepier than expected" she chuckled as she made lines on the dirt with her index finger. Now that I thought about it... her hands were beautiful, they were slender and pale, how cold could they really be? If she had me holding her hand I'd make sure she was warm all the time, oh god what was I thinking? There's no way I could ever imagine myself with a vampire. As I heard my brother and friends complaints in my head I knew they were against the idea.

"You don't have to listen to your family, I mean it should be up to you whether you'd like to date whoever you'd like" Alice snapped me out of my thoughts one more. Dammit I forgot she knew everything I was thinking before I thought it. If I was annoyed at my family doing that I could just shield my thoughts away from them but Alice could just listen into whatever she wanted.

Alice chuckled before saying "you know I know what you're thinking and everything but it's so much better when I can have an actual conversation with someone." That's when she looked my way and showed me her beautiful smile, then and there I knew I had fallen under the vampire control. The books said it, humans who saw them said it, even my family's stories mentioned how beautiful they were and here I was charmed by one.

"Oh yes! Sorry about that it's just... I got caught in my thinking and well you were answering me back" I chuckled "I guess I felt like you were a part of the werewolves since we all just kind of talk inside our heads to each other."

That's when I head the door open behind us, as I looked behind me I could see Bella peeking her head out and I could hear Edward telling her to be safe and to be careful around me. I didn't have problems with Edward, I understood all he wanted to do was protect Bella. Plus I thought this fight between him and Jake was stupid anyway.

"Am I interrupting something?" Bella mentioned as she looked between me and Alice who seemed to be sitting a little too close to each other.

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3rd POV:

"Nope, I was just keeping Y/N here some company while you made up your mind to leave." Alice smiled and got up as she patted away the dirt from her clothing. Alice seemed to be a girl of high class, the kind of girl who stressed over having the latest bag or piece of clothing. She didn't give off the brat vibe, she just seemed like she put a lot of effort into herself. Yet... here she was sitting on the dirty ground with Y/N just because they didn't want to be inside. They could've at least given her their sweater to sit on or something.

Y/N looked at Bella and said to her "are you ready? We don't have to leave if you aren't ready." Everyone noticed how Bella and Edward seemed attached at the hip, never one without the other, one always trailing behind.

"Oh don't worry about that I've had my fun, plus I think it's cruel leaving you waiting more. I know how faithful you guys are to each other and if Jake asks a favor you'd do it. The same goes for the other werewolves."

"Well... if there's nothing more to do then let's get going, I have a date with my comfy bed." Y/N mentioned as they stretched but Alice caught their attention before they could leave.

"Hey Y/N! Before you leave here..." she handed them a small paper with her phone number on it.

"We should hang out soon... somewhere where it's not so full of dirt" she chuckled. Y/N nodded before they left with Bella. They knew the dirt had bothered Alice. She gave them her number... and all they did was nod and walk away!

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I hope you guys enjoyed that, I'm not a pro at writing fan fiction and even though I've mastered English as a language I still have some trouble as it is not my mother tongue. If you guys would like to see more of this please let me know or let me know who you'd like me to write for.

#twilight #alice cullen #twilight alice #edward cullen #jasper hale #alice cullen x reader #jacob black #embry call #quil ateara #carlisle cullen #x reader #y/n #x y/n #twilight oneshot #twilight fanfiction #x you

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see-arcane · 1 year

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Harker Horrors

The Vampyres

Something is culling the dead.

Whether they imbibe blood, leech life, or merely traded mortality away to their devil of choice, the revenants of the world are disappearing. A phenomenon that has been carving its way through the undead like a belated necrosis moving steadily through the past century and more. One which the Vampyre, a possessor of many names and collector of many lives, has been fretting over for some time.

A laughable fear, for he is one of those canny cadaverous few who made a deal for perpetual resurrection. The bitten may crumble, but the bargainer may rise from death after death. So he reminds himself. So he worries is no longer the case.

Not when the old boyar in the Carpathians was one of the first to vanish. Still, the monster from the mountains may simply be in hiding, just as the rest must be. The Vampyre himself is surely jumping at shadows. So he convinces himself for a single night…

…before a Thing known only as ‘Quinn Morse’ makes itself and its work known.

Surprise! I accidentally finished a novella during what was supposed to be a short story break. Whoops. Updates to come.

Link to Tumblr post (and Google Doc link within) is here.

If you’d like to drop some change in my virtual tip jar, my Ko-fi is here.

Assorted other Horrors are below the cut to save you from an overlong post:

Barking Harker

The climax in Transylvania takes a perilous turn. The surreal shifts in Jonathan Harker’s person are revealed as only the beginning of a far stranger metamorphosis. The promise of Mina Harker’s life becomes the crux of an unthinkable bargain. The dead travel fast, but are far from the only roaming children of the night—and far from the only threat. The past is exhumed, the present brims with monsters new and old, and the future yawns open like the swinging lid of a coffin as plans further, deeper, and far more nightmarish than Dracula’s English holiday come to light…

Link to teaser section here.

Penclosa

It’s been almost a year since Jonathan Harker made that fateful first trip to Transylvania. The monster that imprisoned him, that threatened his love, that died in a box of earth by two blades, has been gone for months. Yet Jonathan’s nightmares have never left. In fact, as the bleak anniversary nears, they have worsened. Van Helsing’s mesmerism has made no progress in freeing him from the nightly horror. But he has come from Amsterdam for a potentially fruitful visit to another professor. Prof. Wilson is playing host to a mesmerist of singular and uncanny power, Miss Helen Penclosa. On meeting the troubled young man and his wife, she is only too happy to help…

Link to teaser section here.

#time to dust off the Scribbles blog and load it up with all the new original stuff on this one #at this point it's just a paranoia thing #but better safe than sorry if this account ever magically vanishes again :c #barking harker #penclosa #jonathan harker #dracula #helen penclosa #the parasite #bram stoker #arthur conan doyle #the vampyre #the vampyres #john william polidori #my art #my writing #harker horrors

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mr2swap · 1 year

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John's pathetic new life.

-Next, please!-

I got up from my seat that I shared with a dozen people, among them some girls, some boys, and some single mothers, a guard checked my nametag one last time and let me enter a tiny corridor with photography signed by some famous wrestlers who had fought in that same place, including the person who brought me here tonight.

I was totally nervous my knees were shaking with every step I took towards John Cena's private dressing room, sweat was accumulating on the fabric under my armpits The sweat from my forehead would not stop falling into my eyes until I took a handkerchief from my pocket and he cleaned me until the handkerchief was completely wet, I left the dirty handkerchief in a trash can and then he bought to see while he continued walking How many handkerchiefs were still left I was not surprised that I only had one left today it was hot as hell in the sand wrestling, luckily I wouldn't need them anymore.

This was the fifth time that I had entered his private dressing room And maybe this was my 17th fight, I had tried to do this the last time I was close to John Cena like this but I was a coward, in the end, There is not a night that I will not think of using this magical amulet which exchanges the weapons of 2 or more people who touch the amulet at the same time, but now it was decided.

I kept walking until I entered an elegant room with a couple of people, a photographer was counting down to be able to take a good photo of John Cena and his childish fan. When he was finally free, the little boy ran into his mother's arms I kept seeing John's handsome face, that look of sexual desire on his face was so obvious I couldn't help but feel a little envious.

They both left after receiving a photo and thanking the giant who was wearing an elegant blue suit, the thin cloth could barely contain the huge arms, I wiped the sweat with my arms and checked once more that the magic stone was still there. It was still in my pocket, I passed my hands over the cloth feeling with my fingers the hardness of the magic Rune that I had bought on the deep web, I had spent all my savings and got a second mortgage.

After John said goodbye to the small family John talked to another man in a suit, thinner and looking similar to a weak middle-aged nerd, maybe he was his representative or something, John Lucia was a little tired or maybe annoyed to be wearing a fancy suit instead of a tank top and basketball shorts.

When they both noticed that there was another "customer" at the door, I heard John's powerful and masculine voice asking me to come closer, his smile was charming, his hair was perfectly styled, and I couldn't help but my cock suddenly hardened a little, Thanks to god my dick isn't big enough to show through my pants, but all that would change now.

I walked over to where he was sitting and I sat next to him, he slowly stretched out his huge arm toward me. The cameraman motioned to me to let me know that he was ready to take the "souvenir" photo. I forcefully grabbed the rune that was in my pants and I reached out my other hand to shake John's hand.

The moment our hands touched the rune in my pocket reacted, and a small glow began to emanate from the strange runestone hidden in my pants. He only had one chance to steal her perfect body, after which the rune would become an extremely expensive paperweight.

The rune's power ran through my body, numbing each one of my muscles, and John's surprised and surprised face confirmed that I wasn't scammed by some guy on the internet.

I couldn't stop looking into John's eyes as my body went completely numb. The camera flash came at the exact moment my soul was shot into John's body, my consciousness separated from my body and traveled to the body. of John, I had no control over what was happening to me, my Consciousness stayed in John's empty head, and at the same time, John's consciousness stayed in my old body.

After a simple blink I could see again but this time it wasn't with my eyes. In front of me was a pathetic middle-aged man bald and out of shape, with an untidy beard and sweat stains under his armpits, the small smile on his face quickly disappeared, and he looked down, and instead of seeing his muscular body just, I look at the sad body of a fanatic.

John stood up to inspect his new smaller and weaker body as the sensations in our bodies slowly returned, the first thing I could feel was tremendous confidence from the new sensation of my massive muscles, I had made it now John's body was totally mine and I felt extremely horny.

Without saying a single word I stood up, I thought I would have to get used to my new height, weight, or muscles but everything felt so natural that I didn't have to force myself to fully control John's body, it was as if he had always been there been my body.

I left the confused little bald man behind as he tried to understand why he was now in the pathetic body of the fan that a moment ago had paid just for a shake of his hand and a picture like the rest of the sheep following their brawny god, but For John, all that was over. Now the only way he could see the fighting arena again would be by sitting in front of a television in his new home.

The representative, the photographer, and the security guards subdued John leaving him on the ground with a single blow to his stomach, he felt so weak and pathetic that the only response to the crash was to fall to the ground on his knees while crying like the fag that now was.

While "John" distracted the others, I calmly walked towards the private bathroom of John's elegant dressing room without stopping smiling for a single second. The only problem I had now was the size of my colossal erection that painfully exaggerated between my muscular legs. , I began to undress on my way to the bathroom exposing my huge veiny arms, and my huge pecs.

When I finally found the bathroom, I did not hesitate to undress completely and pose in front of the mirror to be able to admire the perfection of my new body, I did not hold back any longer, I approached the mirror putting my face just a couple of inches from my My own reflection, I scanned every sexy wrinkle in my new face from top to bottom and couldn't help it.

My tongue began to play with the cold mirror in front of me. Using my 2 hands I massaged my huge cock while trying to contain the cum inside my balls, I was so horny that I was able to masturbate right after the change and I wouldn't last more than 30 seconds without ejaculating, but I wanted to keep this moment the first moment of my new life.

The male moans escaping from my mouth could be heard even outside the bathroom but I didn't give a damn. I was the fucking John Cena and no one could stop me, I walked away from the mirror without stopping looking at my face, an involuntary smile appeared on my lips when I looked at my idol completely naked in such an erotic pose.

A final roar left my mouth as I ejaculated on the bathroom mirror dirtying my own reflection. Maybe the real John would be furious if he knew all the things I've done to his body and how many fans I've fucked after every fight. But he's been too busy trying to fix his new life as a balding, middle-aged loser. Maybe if he works hard he can buy another rock…in 30 years.

And I… well I'm fucking rich now I live in John's mansion, I sleep in his bed and masturbate to the smell of the dirty clothes I wear after putting on an excellent show for all my fans, life couldn't be better… at less for me.

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baronaliswritingcorner · 27 days

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TOS Replay Stray Thoughts #3 (Palmacosta Pt. 2/Thoda Geyser)

-Lloyd chewing out Dorr is very powerful – Scott Menville knocks it out of the park here – but much as everyone remembers “Don’t you start spewing the word “justice!” I hate that word!”, I always wondered where that came from. Yes, it’s easy to tie into his frustrations with empty platitudes surrounding racism and sacrifice, but remember that he’s still very naïve to the Journey of Regeneration’s true nature (let alone the existence of Cruxis) and thus he maintains a very black-and-white disposition towards the Desians. There’s the Iselia Human Ranch incident, yes, but “justice” isn’t one of the hollow excuses by given Iselia’s mayor/citizens, so it feels a little sudden.

Putting this way: we’re (successfully) roused by Lloyd taking action as everyone else keeps their heads down, but I always felt this particular outburst still feels a little undeveloped/early.

-Speaking of justice, ever notice the inconsistency with Dwarven Vow #7? In cutscenes it’s “goodness and love will always win”, but in the battle quote, it’s “justice and love will always win.” A localization error, perhaps, but I wonder if Lloyd’s second-hand embarrassment plays a role into his feelings over justice…?

-“My healing arts cannot save even one single life…?”

This line from Raine also struck me as a tad odd – yes, it’s meant to show her regret with Dorr breaking through the cold pragmatism she always displays, but it also implies a perceived inadequacy with her healing magic that’s never touched upon again. Always felt like a clumsy attempt add another layer of depth to a already tragic scene. - “And…if you somehow find a way to save my wife…please, help her return to her human form. When my daughter comesback, I don’t want her to be all alone…” Oh no…we save his wife much, much later, but Clara’s the one who ends up all alone. And we never see her reaction to her family’s death. How sad…

-It’s sorta funny how key items randomly drop into your lap early on, but I guess the Desians WOULD be carrying that Hakonesia Peak pass, huh? Throwing around their murderous weight as they travel to and fro, I’d imagine.

-Magnius is pretty boring – the other Cardinals usually have something going on but he’s just there to screech “vermin” in that generic bad dude voice of his while twirling his non-existent mustache. He’s not much better in the anime – ever notice he just straight up disappears after Colette’s hypnotic Holy Song? – but the manga’s interesting in how he divulges Raine and Genis’s half-elf identities. (In the game, he just mentions how they “can’t let go of their elven blood” – which, to its credit, does tie into Raine’s assurance to Genis that “we’re not like them – we’re different.”)

-Raine sure is worldly, but how is she so familiar with magitechnology? Might it have something to do with her time in Tethe’alla? Hmm…how many times did she play with the self-destruct button over there?

-Check out that highly disappointing ranch explosion – the prowess of Gamecube graphics right there LOL

-The washtubs are a perfect symbol of Sylvarant’s…uh, antiquatedness. Prime comedy, right here. Poor Raine, having to endure low-budget tourism…twice over!

-wait how did Noishe fit in the washtubs

-“Even I make mistakes. I made a terrible one…”

Laying it on a little thick, aren’t ya, Kratos???

(Actually, that reminds me: did you ever notice how the PS3 port removed ellipses wholesale across the script for whatever reason? Personally, they tend to play into the basic syntax I mentioned before with unvoiced dialogue, but as you can imagine, that “throw the baby out with the bathwater” approach leads to problems of its own.)

-killer starfish comin�� at ya and getting all slaphappy!!!

-this boss is the worst ugh I hate that bubble gun attack

-wait how’d they set up camp on that tiny hot spring

-“When you become an angel, I wonder if you'll go to the Tower of Salvation, too? If that's the case, we should just ask you after you go. I'm looking forward to your stories!”

oooooof

#tales of symphonia #tales of symphonia replay #colloyd #tos headcanon

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Home is a person

For @kirayukimuraappreciation. Day 1: You Came Back. Pairing: Malia Tate/Kira Yukimura Rating: General Words: 1628 Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023), Kira-centric, Kira Yukimura Returns, Derek Hale & Kira Yukimura Friendship, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: Kira returns to Beacon Hills just in time to save Derek. With everyone alive and the Nogitsune gone, happy end is due, right? Well, Kira needs a bit more convincing to realize why she's come back at all. (Read it on AO3).

It doesn’t take long to understand the situation. It takes even less time to tackle Derek off the Nemeton.

She makes sure to stand guard around the tree stump with another, younger kitsune as Parrish’s arms wrap around the mutant evil spirit and they both go up in flames. The only thing left in the Nogitsune’s wake is silence and bad memories.

Then the illusion is gone and Kira can breathe again. They are all standing on a stadium field, safe, shaken and once again victorious, surrounded by friends she hasn’t seen in over a decade. It just figures that another life-and-death scenario would bring them back together.

“Dad!”

A werewolf boy barely in his teens rushes towards Derek and buries himself into his arms, and as Kira does a 360-degree turn, she notices that everyone's celebrating in varying forms of an embrace while she’s standing on the side. Alone.

A lean body sags onto hers suddenly and she startles by the unexpectedly tight hug. “You saved my dad,” The boy says against her shoulder, relief heavy in his voice. “Thank you.”

From a short distance, Derek smiles at her and walks closer to the pair. “Amazing timing,” He compliments.

Kira smiles but can’t help looking around and thinking: “Actually, I might be too late.”

Derek invites her to dinner as an expression of his gratitude and then follows up with a dozen ‘thanks yous’ throughout the evening. His son, Eli, has a million questions about the Skinwalkers and her powers and he breaks down crying halfway through. It’s a lot, but Kira still feels better on the drive home.

It’s definitely nicer than the nothing that follows.

For every single thing that hasn’t changed in Beacon Hills, there are at least three more that have. Derek, apparently, doesn’t know much about the others since most of them haven’t kept in touch after an allegedly glorious defeat against an army of hunters. Kira hasn’t been there for the war, but she supposes that the pack would have sought her out if she was truly needed.

Reuniting with Scott is awkward, seeing him hold hands with Allison is even more so. It’s not like Kira had much hope for her and Scott, but it still hurts. It doesn’t sting like a heartache but more like another proof that life went on without her.

She talks with Hikari and Liam before they leave for Japan because that’s their home now, not Beacon Hills. Kira has no idea where her home is anymore.

Half of her life has been dedicated to fighting for control with the Skinwalkers, so readjusting to the changes and modern life should be easy, and yet, Kira finds herself debating on a daily basis the idea of simply going back. What is keeping me here? - it’s a question that echoes too often in her head.

Derek is attentive, but more than that, he understands. He invites her over for more dinners and movie marathons (to help her “catch up on what she’s missed”, and he cringes right after saying it), and talks about his travels proceeding the events in Mexico. She realizes by the second-hour mark that the similarities of their experiences are overshadowed by their unbridgeable differences.

Because Derek returned when his friends were in need, but Kira didn’t.

He shows her the garage, the preserve and the school. Coach doesn’t recognize her but asks whether she’s good at lacrosse and if she would like to join, anyway. This leads to Kira practising with Eli on Mondays, since Derek claims he’s always been more gifted in basketball.

Kira knows what Derek’s doing, really, and she appreciates it. She just doesn’t know how to tell him that the issue isn’t with the place. It’s with her.

It’s 12:14 pm on a Friday when Kira walks into the auto shop. It’s been five weeks since her return and as she enters the shop (instead of waiting outside like usual), the realization hits her of how weird it is that she hasn’t talked to Malia in all that time.

“Hey,” Malia greets, like they've just spoken yesterday (they didn't, not in 14 years), kicking her feet off the counter and plucking the earbuds out of her ear.

Kira is ashamed that she can’t come up with a better reply than “Hi”, accompanied by a not-quite smile to make up for the lack of contact. Not that Malia couldn’t have reached out, Kira reminds herself, and feels a dull pang in her heart. It’s an everyday occurrence.

“What are you doing here?” Malia asks as she stands up, soft sweater bunching up at one of her sides. Derek’s been either rubbing off on her or pestering the woman into warmer clothes as the season turned chilly. It’s an adorable sight, nevertheless.

Kira looks behind herself, wondering for a moment if she should wait outside after all. Then she remembers Malia has always been confrontational and feels her nerves settle at the small glimpse of familiarity.

“Derek promised to buy me lunch,” Kira finally says, glancing around for good measure. Derek’s most likely in the back, though, immersed in grease and work.

Malia nods, looks away, pats down her jeans.

“What if I buy you lunch?”

The question catches Kira off guard and her wide eyes are probably telling since Malia immediately shoves her hands into her jeans and plunges into an explanation.

“Derek’s busy with a demanding asshole’s car and sitting here is getting seriously boring. So please? Put me out of my misery?”

Oh. Well. Kira can roll with that.

“Yeah, sure, if Derek doesn’t mind.”

“Wait here,” Malia instructs before disappearing through the backdoor. Three minutes later, Malia is back with car keys dangling from her fingers and a familiar-looking credit card in her hand. “He doesn’t mind. Now, let’s go. I’m fucking starving.”

The lunch is better than Kira expects. Malia's questions are straightforward but her answers to Kira’s inquires are equally frank. It’s refreshing to finally pour out all the feelings Kira's had bottled up for over a month now. It's also the first time she laughs honestly.

“We should meet up again,” Malia suggests while they're pulling up to Kira's home. Or, well, to her parents’ house.

“Yeah,” Kira agrees readily.

Then, she promptly forgets about wanting to leave for a full week.

“Don’t you want to have your own apartment?” Malia asks with her bare feet trudging in the shallow part of the lake.

Kira pulls her knees up to hug them closer as well as to support her chin as she shrugs noncommittally. “I haven’t thought about it yet.”

“Seriously?" Malia looks flummoxed. "Didn’t you make a comment about the absurdity of sleeping in your old bedroom? Right below your One Direction poster?"

Yeah, Kira spent an entire day mourning over that particular change.

“I know, I just never thought I would need a permanent place here.”

Malia freezes in the water at once and aimes her eyes at her submerged feet. Kira can't parse the emotion on her friend's face, and it makes the anxiety that she hasn't felt around Malia yet emerge with frightening intensity.

“You want to leave.”

There's no accusation behind the words but they aren't exactly warm in nature. Kira doesn't want to lie, not to Malia, so she settles on a shrug.

“But you just got back." And now the hurt is audible in Malia's voice.

“Why should I stay here?" Kira asks, pleading for her friend to understand. "Our friends aren’t here anymore, the pack isn’t here anymore, my life isn’t here-“

Kira bites her tongue. When she got back two months ago, she was filled with exhilaration to reunite with her family. Her mother made occasional visits to the Skinwalkers, but it was nothing compared to the almost forgotten scent of his father's cooking or the sound of her mother's singing as it floated through the house. There was no happier moment in Kira's life than when her mother had called about the Nogitsune's return and the Skinwalkers bid her farewell for good. Her training was over.

But Kira didn't live in Beacon Hills for long and she didn't have childhood memories to anchor her to the town. The only thing that was ever valuable in Beacon Hills were her friends and even they had left a long time ago. Kira has no reason to stay.

“I’m here,” Malia's words break through her thoughts, and Kira meets her eyes curiously.

“Why? What holds you back?”

Malia doesn't answer. She simply walks out of the lake and sits beside her in the grass. It's an unusually sunny day.

“Parrish?” Kira chances, and her heart soars when Malia shakes her head lightly.

“I guess... I was waiting for everyone to come back.”

Kira hasn't considered it yet - what it must have felt like to be left behind by all their friends. The worst is, though, that she doesn't remember if she ever said goodbye to Malia.

They listen to the forest while soaking in the pale light of the Sun, and at one point, Malia decides to lie down on her back and just watch the vagrant clouds as they swim past the treetops. Kira hasn't known this kind of peace in... 14 years.

“I guess..." Malia suddenly speaks, quieter but somehow braver, "I was waiting for you to come back.”

Kira looks at the other woman, at the challenge and hope in her eyes. At the evident fear that she bares open for only Kira to see.

She leans onto her side until she hovers above Malia, and slowly, tentatively, takes hold of her hand.

“Will you help me look for an apartment?”

Malia beams, and just like that, Kira no longer regrets coming back.

#kiraweek2023 #kira yukimura #malira #derek & kira #original: teen wolf fanfic

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Hey, I saw a fic of redemption Toga fic (with a good dash of time travel) and all fine and good, not here to talk about the fic but...

Have you noticed how the entrance exam makes no sense? I meant the scores and how the teachers (dont recall in canon, but fics love to say "oh those teachers were fascinated by student X and Y" I think it isnt canon) were watching.

Its a school for heroes so why have "villain points"? If a person has villain points shouldn't she or he be expelled (unless the villain points is fanon)

And say it has an explanation. Ok, why the students have to fight a giant robot? Again, assuming it has an explanation...

We are never given any reason for how the students are graded and selected in the classes. What is the big deal on class A1? Shinso seems to think they are the best and resents not be there....why?

Hori never developed the academy part of a story called MY HERO ACADEMY.

Hi @mikeellee 👋,

I think the entrance exam was meant to test a couple of things -

How good are you at beating up things? Bakugou obviously excelled at this, he's been practising beating people (mainly Izuku) up all his life 😒

How resourceful are you? See Toru who even with just invisibility managed to score enough points to get in the hero course.

And - the hidden point of can you put aside the competition to save someone? Here Izuku did and at great detriment to himself for the sake of Uraraka - this obviously singled him out as having great heroic spirit.

I have no idea why class 1A were given all the hatred / ire when 1B as a fellow hero class were right there as their equals.

With Shinsou - canonically he seems to have a victim complex, he seems sour he couldn't just skate through to the hero course with his powerful quirk in that entrance exam. Let's use the ideas I just mentioned for a second with the entrance exam

1) he's at a disadvantage of not having a naturally combative quirk like Bakugou.

2) he obviously isn't resourceful or clever in battle like Toru since he didn't score enough points to get into the hero course despite this.

3) he obviously didn't try to use his quirk to save someone like Izuku did (maybe there just wasn't someone to save in his exam) or maybe he saw someone in trouble and didn't help them.

These are all things I thought of and established in 10 minutes when Hori never bothers to explore any of this. Despite being called "My Hero Academia " Hori never bothers to explore the academia aspect of the series which is a massive waste.

A few more accurate names for this series have come to my jaded mind (please forgive the bitterness.)

"My Hero Kacchan" - all the Bakugou simping make me think Hori would prefer him instead of Izuku as the MC half the time.

"It's ok if we do it! A stunning story of hero hypocrisy."

"Our Abuser academia" - not where Abusers learn to be better and to stay the fuck away from their victims but where the other characters learn to forgive the abuser if they cry.

#mha critical #bnha critical #Shinsou Hitoshi critical #anti bakugou katsuki #anti bakugou

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HI!

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Hello!!! Always nice to see you!!! 😄

🎱 ⇢ Post your AO3 total stats

Awww, I hadn't checked in a while and checked like a week ago and I had 100 subscriptions then, who left me? What did I do? 😔 /j

🥤 ⇢ Recommend an author or fanfic you love

Omg, okay.

So I'm doing a bunch of different fandom fics for variety:

Magic Blankets: A Star Wars fic in which the power of a very silly droid teaching Anakin to crochet saves the galaxy. Including this part that makes me weep like a baby every single time, this is such a soothing fic: "Love is the most dangerous and beautiful thing in the universe. Anakin loves deeply and even the most darkest of people cannot stand against such love."

Weight in Scales: An incredible Fire Emblem Heroes fic that explores the disaster waiting to happen that is to reunite people from different universes that work with different rules in the same place. Aka, Soren's latent dragon blood activates due to Ninian's dragonstone. Featuring the whole breakdown from that revelation, the alliance and friendship of the half-dragons and a lot of comedy really well executed.

Empty Graves: When I tell you I don't even go here??? I'm not in any superhero media fandom and yet this fanfic delivered so well it couldn't not be one of my favorites. The premise is that time travelers try to murder Superman when he was a baby but Martha Kent is NOT having anybody murder her kid. It's SO good.

Area Hysteria: I'm a simple woman with simple wishes and this MP100 fic hits the nail on all of them. Basically a freak accident happens and Reigen is half on his way to dying while buried under a crumbled building, with Dimple helping keep him alive. Features: Dimple being the best little spirit in the world ever, Ritsu not coping with still being kinda scared of his own brother, all the kids trying to deal with the fact they all felt Reigen as kind of a reliable presence in their lives and now he's just not there and they don't know what to do, and Serizawa realizing that oh, no, he's the adult in charge of all of these overeager children now and he has to step up to the plate.

love will hurt you, but love will never mean to: Just the title makes me want to cry, ngl. It's such a beautifully written fic about how Hunter gets used to his new life and to the feeling of being loved. My mind always jumps to this one when asked about fic recommendations because it makes me feel things, you just have to read it.

🧩 ⇢ What will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I answered this one already with 1st person POV, which is true, but for another thing I can't take is definitely when being faced with a block of text. I said I could power through the formatting problem at times and while that's true, it really depends on motivation an energy and most of the times it's a no anyway.

Thank you for the questions!!! From this ask game

#ask games

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pctaldrunk · 3 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 …

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Wei Zanying

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍: Historical/Xianxia OC

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): Xiao Ying, Yingtao, Xiao Si

𝐀𝐆𝐄: Verse Dependent

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: Female (she/her)

𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: Human, ghost

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒: l.i k.aixin

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Secondary, open for interactions/shipping

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘…

Wei Zanying isn't the name she was born with. Long before she had a real name she was only Wei Xiao Si, the unnamed fourth daughter of a poor family, a skinny, dirty child that sat at the street corner day after day, collecting the measly coins of the sympathetic passersby. Her parents worked by didn't make enough to make ends meet for such a large family, and she had to help her siblings make up the difference. She found her own fun in it, liking to sing - it made her feel a little bigger than her little life, and she made more money than her siblings did despite being one of the younger ones. Locals and those traveling through alike took notice of the little girl with the large voice.

It was in this way that she was sold at the age of seven to the leader of an all female theatre troop. It was the only choice, given that the family was in a tight spot for the coming winter. Her parents only signed fifteen years of her life away, rather than her whole life - she'll learn to be grateful for this years later, and only then will she really forgive her parents for giving her away, since at the time she was too young to really understand. The troop leader, Madame Fu, a single woman with hardly any living family, became like her second mother - if you ask her, years later, she would say that whatever gripes they had with each other, Madame Fu was more like a parent for her growing up than anyone else.

Madame Fu named her new charge "Zanying." A true artisan, under her tutelage, Zanying learned how to perform. From music to dance to acrobatics to specific styles of theatre, Madame Fu left no detail unturned in her education. As their audience was largely bored court and noble people who had no other entertainment but the pursuit of art and meaning, she was even taught to read, to read music, and some basic martial art forms to incorporate into her dances. With the troop, she traveled to the capital.

Zanying became the rising star of the troop as she came of age, thanks to her voice and her versatility. Her name started booking the troop gigs - in circles that enjoyed the theater, she became a subject of admiration and discussion. She made a lot of money - some sums of which she was allowed to keep - and met many people from all walks of life, gaining rich and powerful admirers. Her life was starting to get too large for her again, but she enjoyed the perks celebrity brought her, and more importantly, the buoyancy - she wanted to ride it up and up.

Madame Fu disagreed with her ambition and attitude - making clear that actors should be focused on their craft, that Zanying is a vessel for her art and she shouldn't be too focused on her personal gains. Strong-willed and stubborn, Zanying persisted. Their disagreements escalated, to the point where they fought frequently.

Until after a performance, Zanying was accused of trying to seduce a noble woman's husband when she had merely been trying to talk him into raising funds to build a more permanent theatre. Madame Fu never asked if she'd done what was accused of her. She simply slapped her then and there, and sent her to the temple in the back of the house as punishment. Despite it not having been the full length of her contract, Zanying ran away with her savings the very next day. Madame Fu never looked. She never said anything about it either. Zanying never heard from her directly.

Instead of heading home, Zanying decided to make a living in the capital. Her savings lasted her awhile but eventually ran out and so she had to take up her old trade of singing in the street corner, where she was discovered quickly by one of her previous avid listeners, a business minded young lady of new money and some rank who took her home for a short while, and eventually decided to invest in a theatre house with Zanying as the leading lady.

So Wei Zanying returned to the scene and immediately shot back into the heavens. On her own turf, at her own theatre - she quickly became the brightest star in the sky, the most beautiful and astounding spectacle, the talk of the town, the goddess of many hearts. Her arrangement with her patron made them both rich. Her fame gave her some amount of freedom. She performed for renowned artists, wizened old scholars, nobles, royals, even. Her favor was a symbol of status and taste. Despite the rumors that seem to plague a woman of this profession with such fame and capable of causing such turbulence in society - it seems like she was living at the peak of a fairy tale life.

She wanted to retire at some point. Maybe get married, maybe have children, maybe find her family if she feels steady about it. Find Madame Fu and speak to her again now that she's older, seen more, understood better. She might have had that life - until it all came crashing down. After a particularly successful opening night, she's found dead at her dressing room table. A sudden heart spasm, and when she fainted she knocked her head on the corner of the table. A shame, a pity - her admirers mourned.

Only she knows that it isn't true. She can't remember what happened in the last moments of her life - who killed her, why. When she comes back to consciousness as a ghost - all she knows is that something has to be done about it before she can go.

#bio drop #wei zanying #((hey friends if ur shook by the actual formatting???))#((it's copied and pasted from the new blog that i am working on))#((this is whaT ALL MY BIOS R GONNA LOOK LIKE IN THE FUTURE))#((uh with actual pictures but i haven't settled on an fc for her this time yet))#((she's kind of wild but i love her ok =))#((she likes scaring people but she's also a softie so it's kinda fjskladfj;lsdf))#((look she's fun that's what im going w/))#((anyway im gonna go test a coule w.ang he.run caps now fjalfjkslf))

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