“I want to take someone back to the cloud recesses… take him back and hide him.”
📖 Mdzs | Wangxian
ohhhhhnmy god i cannot speak of all the emotions i feel everytime i get back into mdzs
this scene, oh my god
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“I want to take someone back to the cloud recesses… take him back and hide him.”
📖 Mdzs | Wangxian
ohhhhhnmy god i cannot speak of all the emotions i feel everytime i get back into mdzs
this scene, oh my god
@userdramas EVENT 03: BEGINNINGS ↳ first series to get me into drama fandom + first character i fell in love with The Untamed | Wei Wuxian (insp)
An average Jiang Cheng enjoyer be like:
Jiang Cheng enjoyers 🤝🏻 Wei Wuxian enjoyers
@userdramas event 20: revival ↳ the resurrection of wei wuxian
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THIRTY-ONE DAYS OF JIEJIE(LY) — day seven with bonus didi !
my favorite thing about nie huasiang is that his whole thing isn't even really an act. sure he's not stupid but he LIKES to be a useless layabout who never does anything. he's not acting, this is really who he prefers to be. he hates putting in effort so he just pretends he CAN'T put in effort. i love him.
Children of The River
Children of The River
Of those born from the rivers, their souls are bound to her waters. To her, they are as her own children—raised in her currents, carried by her breath. But those she loves, she cannot save. When they fall, their spirits return to her embrace, and she weeps—not in silence, but in storms. With each life lost, her waters darken—grief bleeding into blood, until sorrow seeps into every stream. A river of mourning swells beneath her surface, cursed to carry their pain forever.
She grieves as one of her sons was dragged from the ashes of slaughter, his home drowned in the blood of those he called family. The river ran red before he ever screamed. What was taken from him left no wound, only silence—a hollow that no pride could fill. He rose from ruin, forged not by healing, but by the quiet torment of all he could never reclaim. The river of blood is formed, and in its current, it carried him too.
She grieves as a sword ended her daughter’s life. The blade silenced all the grievances, forgiveness, and love left unspoken. As her daughter’s blood stained the soil, many others would follow. As bones rise—resentment fills their screams, dragging others to join them in pain. A river of blood is formed, to accompany her passing—its crimson tide carrying all that was lost, and all that was left unsaid.
She grieves as her son screams to stop the very things he created—to stop them from destroying the one thing he vowed his life to protect. Hands tore at his body, leaving nothing behind but a bamboo flute. In his final moments, he shattered the seal, bearing the cost alone. A river of blood is formed, from the remnants of the sun he failed to protect—and from the sacrifice that was never spoken, but eternally carved into the soul he left behind.
The children of the river are bound by water, by blood, and by grief. To be born of the river is to carry a curse. One was swallowed by waves he himself had darkened, lost to the weight of a sacrifice no one asked for, yet no one could repay. Another, soft as still water, fell amidst screaming chaos, her body drowned beneath the blood spilled by the hands of the one who loved her most. And the last lingers, a hollow echo among the reeds, kept alive only by memory and regret. In the end, none were saved. The river mourned them all—not with silence, but with a cry soaked in blood. The children of the river shall die in water—whether it runs clear with forgotten prayers or thick with sorrow and the sins of love. A river of blood has formed—and it shall never run clear again.
honestly wei yings misunderstandings about lan wangji were 100% understandable like imagine a nun yelling at you and insisting you cover up your ankles. and youre like holy shit this lady is old fashioned and a total puritan. then she reveals no actually i have a huge ankle fetish and being around you makes me so horny i want to become an enemy of the church for you. you'd never fucking see that coming.
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"...I want my parents. My mom and dad..." He asked Wei Wuxian for his father and mother, but it didn't matter who he asked. They would never return to him again. [...] He couldn't help but think that had it not been for Wei Wuxian, perhaps it wouldn't happen so soon. Perhaps there would've still been time to salvage the situation. That "perhaps" was agonizing.
everyone give it up for your favorite revived corpse!!!
the guanyin arc had many emotions
I love the idea of a roomba topography map being the jumping on point for a liminal horror story. House of Leaves II: Roomba.
You assume it's just a software glitch - obviously some weird reflections or something confused the range finder, and the vacuum's mapping algorithm interpreted the data as a whole second room or hallway.
Sometimes the map shows that the vacuum has actually entered the non-existent space and is cleaning there, but obviously that's just the position tracking also screwing up, so it thinks it's somewhere far away and just maps it to the closest place it thinks exists.
The map keeps growing, though, and the vacuum's taking longer and longer to clean the whole house.
Eventually it's frustrating enough that you start setting aside time to watch it do the cleaning, so you can figure out what surface is confusing it and fix the problem.
Somehow the problem never happens when you're watching.
The vacuum seems more beaten up than you remember - scratches and small dents, nothing to stop it from working, but you're not sure where they came from.
Once, you look while it's cleaning and can't find it anywhere. The mobile app says it's cleaning the living room, but it's obviously not there. The app is often wrong, though, and when you hear it trundling around the dining room, which you just checked, you guess you must have just... missed it somehow?
When you empty its bin, there's strange, golden dust in it that you've never seen before.
You install a few cameras. Every time the vacuum malfunctions, it's always when it's behind something or in a dead zone between cameras. Even when you move the cameras. It's a different place every time.
Did you spill ketchup somewhere? There are desiccated flecks of brown and red in the vacuum bin.
You get a Bluetooth tracker - it's supposed to help you find your keys or your wallet if you misplace them - and you glue it to the vacuum.
That night, the vacuum has a new scrape on it, like it ran into something, and the tracker has been knocked off. You can't find it; the tracker app just says it's "out of range or turned off".
You look at your robotic vacuum. It's got more scratches and scrapes even than you remember from a few days ago. You check your camera footage and yeah, it's definitely gotten more beaten up. No footage of it running into anything, though.
One of the dents almost looks like a... bite mark? You must be imagining that.
You sit and think for a long time. You know it's just a machine; you know humans tend to anthropomorphize anything that moves (all the more so because of the googly eyes you attached when you got it), and you don't want to fall into that superstitious fallacy.
It's just a machine.
You look at the dents and cuts on its frame.
You sigh, turn off the cameras, and duct-tape a kitchen knife to the robot.
"Just don't scratch up the sofa." you mutter, feeling silly, and press the "clean now" button.
The startup beep is the same noise as always, and you tell yourself there's no way it could possibly sound 'excited'.
Do you ever talk to your mutuals?
not really i just post things and hope they fall in love with me
getting murdered but it's so traumatic i repress the memory and only actually die years later during hypnotherapy
people have tagged this with like a million different pieces of media but the only comparison i respect is looney tunes
Wei Wuxian and a little radish
This is part of a bigger drawing but it looks good like this too