Or: the companion + sequel fic for settle our bones like wood and stone with more character study!!! and mpreg because what better way to do a study of a couple than make them have a baby? LMAO
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Additional Tags: POV Zhuge Qing, Established Relationship, MPreg
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I present to you my greatest delulu: Idols Unionizing.
Written for @yrzx-archive's Yiren Disco 2026!
Day 2: Boy Band • Girl Group
Light at the end of the tunnel: NDT and the Idols and Actors Union come to an agreement
On 02 July 20xx, talents of Nadoutong Entertainment, led by the girl group, Pink Lady Apples, walked out of various productions when a member of the PLA, Xia He, was let go even after the cheating scandal she was involved in had been proven false.
Zhang Lingyu, Xia He’s then-boyfriend, whose fans were the ones who coordinated the smear campaign that led to her dismissal, had negotiated for their reinstatement. When Nadoutong refused, Zhang Lingyu had turned in his resignation in solidarity.
There was an uproar from the fans of the boy band Zhang Lingyu was a member of, Yiren Boys, which led to an amateur investigation by netizens that unearthed abysmal working conditions the members had been subjected to that Nadoutong should have had protected them from.
Fans called for a boycott of everything that Nadoutong was partnering with, as well as productions that they were airing at the time. Sponsors and partners pulled out from Nadoutong, stating that they did not condone such negligence.
All the while, more and more idols and actors came out with their own stories of maltreatment.
Zhuge Qing, an idol who got blacklisted from the industry after punching a director, spoke about his own experience with Nadoutong and how they did not stand with him when he tried to expose a director for his sexual misconduct towards the female lead and Zhuge Qing’s then-girlfriend, Fu Rong.
I won’t say more about what isn’t my story to tell. But when I found out, [Nadoutong] told me that I should just turn the other way. That I would be doing Fu Rong a favor if I did.
——Zhuge Qing in this Weibo post
He had also spoken on behalf of his current boyfriend, Wang Ye, a member of the Yiren Boys, who couldn’t comment on the events at the time since he was dealing with a class action lawsuit against the TV producer Chen Jinkui, about the rigorous training Nadoutong made them go through, as well as the long work hours and how they affected Wang Ye’s health. According to Zhuge Qing, Wang Ye had been so overworked to the point of collapse, which Nadoutong, allegedly, tried to bury and keep quiet.
Lu Linglong, leader of the PLA, had also spoken about their time with Nadoutong. Most notably, Feng Baobao was forced to dye her hair pink, resulting in chemical burns when their manager ignored her when she said that she had sensitive skin. She was also forced to wear pink contacts for days on end without letting her rest her eyes.
[Feng Baobao] almost went blind! She didn’t complain—didn't say anything! We only found out something was wrong when she was doing our routine with her eyes closed and tears were running down her face. It was so scary... her eyes were so red, and they looked like they were going to come off the sockets.
——Lu Linglong in an interview with Yaoxing News
With more allegations coming to light, the fans felt more outraged on behalf of their beloved idols. But not everyone was happy with Nadoutong’s talents, calling them ungrateful brats who should just listen to their management team. When the talents had stopped coming to rehearsals, recordings, or photoshoots, the hashtag #LazyBumIdols was trending as many criticized them.
Everyone hates their jobs. These #LazyBumIdols aren’t special!
——Weibo User TSE1989
If you can’t hack it, then you shouldn’t be an idol and should get a real job then! Fucking #LazyBumIdols
——Red Note User 吧啦BlackSheep
However, the majority were still in support of the talents. Many fans had done fundraising events to raise money for them when Nadoutong had stopped paying them for not coming in. Many legal professionals had also offered their expertise to advise the talents on what to do next.
Three months later, the Idols and Actors Union was established, and they were officially on strike.
The union continued to raise awareness about the industry. The movement inspired other idols and actors to also organize and join the strike. For the next nine months, there were very few new dramas, music, and movies. There were still concerts, but they were organized by the idols and actors themselves with the help of their fans. Some groups started their own social media accounts that weren’t affiliated with their agencies and started to post without the pressure to be perfect.
It all came to a head when there was a noticeable drop in the country’s GDP, and the government had to be involved. At first, the pressure was put on the union, but after the backlash from millions of fans, it was shifted to the agencies and media companies.
On the anniversary of the first act that led to a revolution of labor laws for idols and actors, negotiations between the Idols and Actors Union and the major media companies came to a close with great favor towards the union.
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Organize. Mobilize. ✊
Probably not how I should've done this prompt, but oh well...
There are so many female-lead horror podcasts! And they’re so good!!
Primordial Deep is technically a science fiction/thriller but it is scary. A marine biologist is tasked with researching prehistoric monsters that are rising from the deep. If deep water and the vast things that could be living there freak you out, this is for you.
You Are the Ghost in This House is a little slow-paced, but it’s got very gothic, descriptive, Shirley Jackson vibes. Two women move back in to the rotting Manor House where they grew up. Obviously, the house is haunted.
The Silt Verses follows two worshippers travelling along a great black river, on a pilgrimage for an outlawed god. Just brilliant.
The Holmwood Foundation is slightly more fun and Scooby-Doo feeling, but still very dangerous. Also, it’s got two leads, and only one is a woman. In this modern-day sequel to Dracula, two staff members of a vampire research foundation go on the run across the Yorkshire moors after their workplace (and everyone in it) is destroyed. They don’t have their phones, they’re possessed by the ghosts of Mina and Jonathan, and they’re carrying Dracula’s disembodied head.
Mockery Manor is a mystery, but it’s fun and murderous and spooky. The villain is MESSED UP. The two protagonists are twin sisters, spending their summer working at a weird UK theme park.
Mabel is a fairy-tale classic with terrifying sound effects. A live-in carer tries to get in touch with Mabel, her patient’s granddaughter. Mabel isn’t picking up her calls…
Hi Nay follows Filipina immigrant Mari Datuin as she stops dangerous supernatural events in Toronto. This podcast has frightening entities, long-term arcs and a great ensemble cast.
Alice Isn’t Dead is a great horror about a truck driver searching for her wife across America. Made by Night Vale Presents, it’s got an amazing story and loads of strange, unexpected events.
art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
✧ “You think too much.” “And you don't think enough.” “See? That's why we work. You think, I act. Between the two of us we might pass for one well-adjusted human.”
✧ “You can't fix everything with a smile and some charm, you know?” “But it works on you.” “… Well, I didn't say it never works.”
✧ “You don't need to walk me home, you know?” “Yeah, I know, but people are unpredictable and you… have a tendency to get lost in your head.” “That's a sweet way of calling me oblivious.” “If the shoe fits.”
✧ “Hold up. Where are you going?” “This guy said he knew a spot and I—“ “You decided to follow a complete stranger to an unknown location, without telling anyone, and… what, get kidnapped?” “It’s not like that, I know him from class.” “Oh, so an obnoxious stranger. Great.”
✧ “Stop acting like I’m some bumbling idiot!” “We both know you’re no idiot, but you’re out of your depth here. If I needed help with an english assignment, I’d ask you. When you need help with someone giving you trouble, you come to me. Got it?”
before we start posting that july is gay wrath month let’s consider that july is disability pride month first and foremost. the “be gay do crimes” memes can wait
before this post breaches containment and people start going “why not both hehehe” i want you to seriously consider the very long history of disabled people’s existence being pushed aside and/or seen as secondary. i promise you it’s not going to hurt to hold onto the memes and give disabled people space for visibility and celebration.
i say this as a disabled trans person whose trans identity is made front-and-center to the (mainly cis) people who know i’m trans but my identity as a disabled person is brushed off by the very same people.
Out at night, he was him. But also, her and them and all the possibilities he knew were unreachable except for this short moment out of time.
🏷️: Genderqueer!WY ; Hints at QingYe ; fluff without plot
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Well... I say oneshot, but this is actually a part of a longer fic about trans!Wang Ye that'll never see the light of day lolololol
Written for @yrzx-archive's Yiren Disco 2026!
Day 1: Night Life
Jin Yuanyuan had become a famous fashion designer, known for her street-style hanfu clothing lines. She had amassed 6.6 million followers on Weibo and 8.8 million followers on Douyin over the years and had built her own empire of clothing shops around the world.
It all started back in 2016, when Jin Yuanyuan was only seventeen, armed with her phone and her dreams. She could count on two hands the number of followers she had when she started posting pictures of her designs online—one of which was her private account, and three were her close friends who would sometimes do some modeling for her.
Unfortunately, all of her ‘models’ were male, so one of them had to model some of the more feminine pieces with her to make it more balanced. Of course, the person who drew the shortest stick was Wang Ye.
Wang Ye didn’t mind it as much as he thought he should. Their weekly night photoshoots were good distractions from cram school and the reason why he was enrolled in so many of them. His grades had been slipping away, sure, but it wasn’t because he needed extra help. It was just that—his grades, the gaokao? It all felt meaningless.
But dressing up as a Qing-Dynasty princess whose robes were cut a little too short and tight to be accurate? He could at least derive some meaning from that—some purpose—even if it was as simple as helping his friend.
Besides, having a night out with his friends as someone who wasn’t entirely him—the boy who was wasting his time and his parents’ money—felt… freeing.
Out at night, under the warm lighting of the restaurants in the hutongs they frequent, she was a demure noble lady always hiding behind fans. Or if the outfits were more urbanized, they were some mysterious person, skateboarding through the streets of Sanlitun with a face mask and a cap.
Out at night, he was him. But also, her and them and all the possibilities he knew were unreachable except for this short moment out of time.
That was nine years ago. Jin Yuanyuan had eventually realized her dreams, and Wang Ye could stop dressing up for her. But it felt as if Wang Ye still wore a costume even after hiding away the box of robes Jin Yuanyuan gave him as a token of gratitude before going their separate ways—her to Paris and him to Wudang.
The very same box lay on his bed, very dusty, and the cardboard was already disintegrating. Surprisingly, the hanfu inside was untouched by time—the colors were as vibrant as he remembered: oranges and golds and green accents. Though perhaps that shouldn’t be a surprise at all, for it had never seen the sun all these years.
Wang Ye was back in Beijing, and he was without purpose once more. Zhang Chulan and the others came by to check on him, and Zhuge Qing was adamant that he showed Beijing’s nightlife, which he supposedly ‘had hidden from him the first time he visited.’
It would be a good distraction. He didn’t have a lot of that after they finally had quelled the burgeoning calamity due to the resurgence of the Eight Supremes.
He could don the robes and be everything all at once again. Size wouldn’t even be an issue. He could just shapeshift into a person who could fit in such old robes. He was more powerful now. He could be out of time and out of space.
The problem was his friends. His old ones would understand—Jin Yuanyuan had already understood, way before he even did. But he didn’t know what he would do if his new friends laughed at him or grimaced in disgust.
Ultimately, he decided that living in the uncertainty of whether or not he’d be accepted was far worse than being rejected. Besides, the robes weren’t too feminine anyway—that is, if you ignore the blatant inspirations from a ruqun. It would be fine.
He first met with Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and Zhang Lingyu, who just raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything.
“Wah, Lao-Wang,” he braced himself for whatever shameless nonsense that came out of Zhang Chulan’s mouth, but was surprised when the other only said, “You should’ve said that we’re dressing up! I didn’t know you liked hanfu street fashion. Are there rentals nearby?” Then Zhang Chulan gave him a coy look, saying, “Are you sponsoring us to have the full tourist package? I’ve always wanted to try a hanfu photoshoot! After you show us all there is in Beijing... We should go to Xi’an next~~”
He rolled his eyes, and whatever reply he had died on his lips when Feng Baobao left without saying anything. Out of everyone, he expected Feng Baobao to have a negative reaction the least. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, not knowing what to say or how to say it without choking.
“Aiyoh, Bao’er-jie! Wait up!” Zhang Chulan called out for her before turning to him, “She’s probably hungry already. Let’s go. Lao-Qing said he’s saving us a seat in that nai lao place you brought him to before. He said it was so packed that you had to sit on the sidewalk!”
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “It’s because we came there at midday on a weekend. Nanluoguxiang is usually packed with people at that time. Tonight… we should be okay.”
He wasn’t lying when he said that, but they still lost one another in the crowds. Trusting that the others would eventually find their way, he went to find Zhuge Qing.
The man was on his phone when Wang Ye sat beside him. Five cups of frozen yogurt were already on the table, ready for them, kept cold by a small talisman underneath them. “Did you really do a divination to get our orders? Such an unnecessary risk. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Zhuge Qing finally looked up from his phone, almost dropping it when he saw him. “A-ah... Meimei, sorry but I’m reserving this table for my friends.”
“Lao-Qing, ah. Didn’t you hear what I just said? Don’t you recognize me?” He didn’t change much about his face. He had always liked it, to be honest—the roundness and sharpness of it were all in balance. He just made himself a little shorter and had his body fill out the parts of the robes that were meant for the curves of a woman.
“Lao-Wang?”
“There you guys are!” Zhang Chulan excused himself through the crowd. He was now wearing some cheap hanfu rental and was followed by the others in similar clothing. “Lao-Qing, go find some robes too!”
“Ah?”
“Ai, just do it; ask later.” Zhang Chulan hauled the other up from his seat.
“But my nai lao...”
“Eat it later. Go, go, go! We’ll wait for you here.” He pushed the poor man out the door and then turned to him. “Lao-Wang, Lao-Wang! Bao’er-jie has something for you.” He gestured for the woman to come closer.
With all the seriousness and true sincerity, Feng Baobao declared, “Someone once told me: a pretty lady should have pretty things.” Then she presented what looked like a simple hairpin at first, but it had such exquisite, engraved patterns along the stick.
“Ah-hah... But Lao-Wang, that’s part of the rental package, okay? So, it’s yours only for tonight...”
That didn’t matter. He’d probably just buy it from the rental place. “Thank you,” he said to Feng Baobao. “This is very lovely.”
“Mn. Can I eat that?”
“Sure, go ahead,” he replied, chuckling. If some of the fullness of his heart spilled out, nobody commented on it. But he kept smiling as he put the pin in his hair, and they started their eating spree with the yogurts.
Later, Zhuge Qing rejoined them. They texted him that they were already at the fifth store down the river, sampling some stinky tofu this time. The robes that he chose—they were of the same shade as the green accents of Wang Ye’s robes, and the accents, while not entirely the same shade, were gold and a light brown that was almost orange.
“Do you like it?” He asked, sidling up to Wang Ye, who didn’t follow the others and just stayed outside.
“Yeah...”
“Aiyoh, but Lao-Wang~ I didn’t have enough money to get some accessories too…” This fox pouted at him. As if he wanted for money. Regardless, Wang Ye took one of his other hairpins—careful not to pull out the one that Feng Baobao gave him—and offered it to the man.
“Put it on me?” Zhuge Qing was already tilting his head down without waiting for his answer.
He sighed at this guy’s antics but still untied Zhuge Qing’s hair. He finger-combed it a few times before rolling it into a bun and sticking the pin to hold it up. His hands lingered. “Thank you. For not making this weird.” He said because he needed to say it to someone, and it felt like it would be easier if it were to Zhuge Qing. A lot of things felt easier with Zhuge Qing.
“Now why would anybody make it weird?” Zhuge Qing straightened up, catching his hands as they slid. “You’re just being you.”
“Woah, woah, woah, Lao-Qing! How come your robes look like they’re better quality? Where did you get that?”
“A-Lian, this is your karma for forcing me away from my yogurt.”
“You could’ve eaten it while waiting for us, you know.”
“I can’t start eating without you guys, can I? But the opposite is clearly not the case!”
The group continued down the road along the river, lined with lanterns and willow trees whose leaves dance and sway to the song of the wind.
Wang Ye was right all along. Everything ended up all right.
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you know what’s fucking insane? Making dark content creators revive their trauma just to explain to you why they write what they write; making dark content creators feel guilty about writing about problematic tropes as if they agree with it; making dark content creators a victim of your self-righteous, self-congratulatory anger just because you actively engage in content you’re not fond of instead of ignoring it. please log off
you don’t walk out of a horror movie thinking that the director supports killing people. you don’t read books about true crime or even crime solving mysteries and think that the author approves whatever the hell happens in there. dark content exists not only in real life but in fiction, and it’s not because writers want to experiment with it in fictional and controlled environments that they’re promoting those behaviors. this is bonkers to me. completely off the wall. if you cannot engage in a story without having to see blatant and stereotypical good vs evil and the bad guys losing, then I’m sorry for you. what the fuck.
also, warnings are there for a reason. if you read the warnings and still choose to engage in that story, knowing that there are triggering topics for you, it’s not the author’s fault. Simple as that. Their responsibility is to put proper tags on their works, and it’s on the reader if they wish to proceed or not. No one is holding you at gunpoint and making you read anything.
also. block tags and keywords. Filter your searches. and if you’re under the age of eighteen, go do your homework or something.
also, probably the most controversial opinion to come out of this post: your fave anime boy isn’t real. And this is coming from neurodivergent girl who has a blog solely to write reader inserts. They’re a bunch of lines and traits that someone imagined. They’re not hurting, they’re not real people. You can put them in whichever context you want and it doesn’t matter. So if you’re putting the fictitious feelings of an anime character in front of actual people just writing for fun... I cannot stress this enough: log off.
Zaeth isn't afraid of Koschei, because he loves and trusts him. All his mouthing off and not caring and lack of ambition... Koschei let him be that way, gave him the room he needed to grow. He saved his ass when they wanted to kill him and the rest of the coterie in San Francisco.
And that's why Zaeth is always up front with him, and gives it to him straight. Does some attitude come with it? Hell yeah, that's the Bruja way, but Koschei has never given him a reason to think he needs to lie about a situation. And that's why he has no problem telling him that Ermine arrived in Purpee, and was subsequently killed. As Prince, he steps up and takes the responsibility, like he said he would, and is actually rewarded for that honesty.
don't mind me, just thinking about how Nancy Danderhoof must have felt the first time she saw Bat Child's face and saw not a Nosferatu vampire but a ghost, the ghost of a girl she mourned, the ghost of a girl whose death she honored in the one way she knew how to, by writing, by digging, by never giving up on finding the truth because "nobody just disappears-"
"You didn't disappear, no one disappears" made me well up with such sudden tears. Here is a young woman who died. And here is the journalist who wrote her obituary, who talked to her loved ones and would have heard how passionate vesper was. And nancy saw her, when she wrote her obituary. She saw her and she remembered her, and when she noticed vampire superheros pop up and one was named bat child she knew that that was the same bright young woman. God I love nancy danderhoof
