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Previously: FlyingSuits
Once upon a time, there lived a magical boy who was lost far, far away from home…
Wei Wuxian is perfectly ready to celebrate another mediocre birthday alone when a ten-year-old shows up on his doorstep claiming to be his son.
This kid is convinced everyone in his town has been dragged away from their xianxia world and cursed to live as ordinary citizens in a mundane small town, and he's certain that Wei Wuxian is the key to saving them, his other dad, and their entire world.
He sounds insane, but, well, Wei Wuxian likes him. Besides, what else can he do but follow him back home?
(A Wangxian AU based on the show Once Upon a Time, no prior knowledge of said show necessary)
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Transmigration, of the townwide variety, Amnesia, of the nearly everyone variety, Mystery, of the shenanigans variety, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has Self-Esteem Issues, wwx is sad and down bad, Single Parent Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, except a-yuan runs away to find his other dad, Fluff and Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending
Wangxian + A-Yuan + Minor Characters | WIP 4/? | 52K | Rated M
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Once upon a time, there was a boy who believed he loved the world more than it could ever love him.
He would be proven very wrong.
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Everyone loves the birthday boy.
They especially love him several shots in on Halloween night, wearing an outfit that’s little more than a couple scraps of fabric hastily sewn together in some approximation of a “Sexy Whatever”. Privately, Wei Wuxian calls it Dealer’s Choice, letting whoever he’s currently flirting with decide what it is.
It doesn’t matter; that’s never been the point of the night. Sure a birthday is meant to be spent celebrating, but that’s a bit harder to do when he doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with. It would be fine, as long as he could have as many free drinks as he could score and at least a passably decent fuck, he’d consider it a good night.
Really, when it comes down to it, it’s just another day. Halloween, yes, which makes it a moderately better one. But beyond that bit of fun that comes with picking up a pretty stranger at a bar, there really isn’t much else to look forward to. This is how Wei Wuxian expects to celebrate his birthday:
He’d saunter into how ever many establishments it takes until he finds a pretty enough stranger he can stand being around. The pretty stranger would look him up and down, dragging their eyes over his toned long legs and resting far too long at the slope between his narrow waist and wide hips. And for that one moment, he’d be the most important boy in the world.
He’d get a few free cheap drinks and eventually, they’d find their way to some back alley with its familiar stench of overripe garbage and piss. He’d let himself be pressed up against the brick wall, rough against his back; the perfect distraction from everything else. Then the pretty stranger would stick their tongue far enough down his throat so that he could pretend this day is just like any other.
In between sloppy kisses and sub-par groping attempts, they’d get his name wrong while he’d have already forgotten theirs. They’d mutter a “Happy Halloween, Birthday Boy” like so many one-night stands before them, and he’d giggle and laugh like it’s the very first time. It’s never difficult to plaster a patented smile and play pretend. Then he’d drop to his knees and let the world fall away.
Finally, after however many drinks and strangers it would take to make him forget, he’d stumble back to his basement studio with just enough awareness to take off his shoes before passing out on his secondhand stained mattress. His dreams would be fast and incomprehensible, a mosaic of imaginary maybes and a dream of a life he’d never had.
This is how he’s celebrated the last several years, and it’s how he expects to celebrate this year as well.
Because it’s not just Halloween and it’s not just his birthday. It’s the anniversary of his parents leaving their son behind in a dingy alley, wedged between a dumpster and a pile of soggy cardboard. Not even the barest hint of an afterthought, like maybe we shouldn’t leave this small defenseless child asleep and at the mercy of sewer rats?
But if the liquor is strong enough and the haze is just right he wouldn’t remember that until the next morning. That’s what the night is really for. Not a celebration or anything like that, but a desperate attempt at some peace away from this life of his.
Tonight will be his twenty-fifth birthday, and it might as well not be at all.
And then it will end, and November 1st will come around, and the world will keep turning like it always does.
But somehow, not one of those things goes according to plan. In fact, the universe has a completely different plan for him this year, it seems.
It is with a broken heart that we have to share the worst news imaginable with the NGU community. This weekend, the IOF bombed the neighborhood of Yahya Al-Habil and his family. Little Omar, Yahya’s 7-year-old brother who we have mentioned often, was martyred.
Both Yahya and his brother Mohammed are being treated in different departments for the severe injuries they sustained from this attack, and did not get the chance to say goodbye to Omar. They now urgently need $5,000 usd to continue treatment and hopefully stabilize their critical conditions.
Please share their story and donate anything you can to their campaign- this family cannot handle another loss.
Current: $2,390 out of $5,931 usd—updated 11 August 2025
Need to raise: $3,541 usd
Hello, my name is Khalil, I'm 19 years old, from Gaza.
Previous updates are available here; vetting information in the last reblog
I'm making this notification on here and not on my other platforms because here is where i reblog art and have interacted with this person's posts:
It's come to my attention that @/pakhnokh is a zionist and has been one at least as early as 2014. That is 100% inexcusable, especially at this point in time and at her grown ass age, so i refuse to continue consuming and sharing her art. It might take me a bit to purge both my art appreciation tag and my likes but i refuse to give this person any attention and platform. I encourage you to do the same.
By the way, pakhnokh, the famous MDZS fanartist who has presence on Twitter as well as Tumblr, has been outed as an Israeli Zionist and has been crashing out on Twitter over people calling her out.
Around 10 years ago she was overtly Zionist on dA, which... It was 10 years ago. So she's been trying this angle where she declares she's 'changed':
But the important thing is that, before she privated her likes, she was liking IOF propaganda following Oct 7th:
She wrote a huge wall of tweets before her apology that I showed above, and deleted them. I curse myself for not saving any of those tweets, but it does turn out that if a tweet is deleted, it doesn't delete the discord preview of the tweet, so I screenshotted from when I and a friend were discussing some of the tweets(one my friend did screenshot):
The reason she deleted them is because she TRIED to do the "I changed" angle, but then pivoted to complaining that she didn't understand what was wrong with the liked tweets as she believed them to be facts, believed 'Westerners' have a fantasy idea of the "conflict"(never used the word genocide), & complained at length about her personal run-ins with Palestinian freedom fighting.
This included her saying she 'almost died' because she was at an event, left, and 5 minutes or so later there was a suicide bombing there.
Never in those tweets does it cross her mind why some Palestinians may use violence as a last resort and what the reasoning for that violence is. She goes on to complain about people cancelling others over "minor issues," says that this is Westerners "feeling like they're doing something," and then says that "no one has talked more about the Israeli-Palestine conflict online than I did" despite her having been silent due to being a closeted Zionist.
This is a person with a large platform, but I haven't seen much talk on Tumblr about her (though I try to keep the MXTX fandom at arm's length because of usual, far less heinous fandom crazies, so maybe it's just me) so I want to make who she is ABUNDANTLY clear.
Block this person. Cancel your Patreon subscription. Her art is not worth it. Whatever AU she has where WWX gives up fighting against genocide and the Wens get corralled and kept under watch of the Lans is directly in line with her Zionist beliefs. Do not believe her bullshit about how she's 'changed.' She has not. She made it clear with that wall of tweets she deleted. She doesn't give a fuck about Palestinians and wanted a fucking pat on the back for bragging about how she made art of a Hamas soldier and an IOF soldier flirting and kissing. She is nothing but a fucking Zionist.
And despite horrible fucking people like herself, from river to sea, Palestine WILL be free. And just like apartheid South Africa, Palestinian children of any ethnicity and religion will one day play and laugh on the land that was once a horrible ethnostate theocracy that kept starving children in ghettos, refused to recognize interreligious marriage, stole and bulldozed homes to give to illegal settlers, and declared water is not a human right.
Part of the reason the needle has shifted and why Palestine is talked about more and more and why politicians even in the US are growing in their support of Palestine is BECAUSE us talking and speaking up and refusing to allow Zionists in polite society is slowly but surely moving the needle.
DO NOT turn a blind eye to Zionism any more than you would turn a blind eye to Nazism. It's what they want. Do not give them what they want.
just finished you season 5, and i’m seeing a lot of bronte hate so here are my thoughts. i’m probably just rambling but—
bronte is a personification of the way the audience tends to treat joe. we’re all very, very much aware of the way joe is. the things he’s done. and yet we still fall victim to his deceptive narration, no one who’s watched the show can deny they’ve ’rooted for joe’ at one point or another. it’s because we are getting the entire narrative from HIS perspective, regardless of what we see happening on screen. and yes joe has killed some truly despicable people who had it coming, ron and hendy being the biggest ones, those are times we can sort of root for him.
bronte knows everything he’s done, she’s been following it all for years. and yet she still falls for him and falls victim to the classic “tragic poor sweet guy who just wants to protect the people he loves but goes way too far” trope. all of this season has been about tropes, and how people are drawn to the trope of these toxic, borderline abusive yet “protective” men in media and how real they can actually be. bronte knew how much horrible shit joe had done, and yet let herself fall too deep into this fantasy to the point she’d forgotten what it all had been for in the first place. it was shitty of her to stick with him despite everything but i think getting her perspective of things in the finale spelled it out that she felt like she needed to “write his ending”. not for her, but for beck, for marienne, for kate, for love, for candace, for every woman that he’s hurt.
bronte is a cautionary tale, of how we romanticize violent, toxic men, and how that can bleed into one’s perception of actual love when you lose yourself in fantasies. when you know someone is so bad for you, and bad to others around them, you hold onto that glimmer of hope that maybe despite everything there’s still something good in them.
also i'm such a gemma girlie. i don't mean in relation to mark or vs helly i don't care about any of that i'm a gemma girl forever. it's me and her. what if you thought you were eurydice until the last second until you turned around just in time to realize you were orpheus
