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🌈 xiyue!
a commission for @captain-apostrophe ft. jin ling's super cute baby sister! from her fic: we both know better (maybe we don't)
Can I get a uhhhh number one with ChengXuan? <3
heck yes you can! one chengxuan The Mummy (1999) au coming right up! (from cap’s fic-iversary prompt list) ~ “It’s another bird,” Wanyin called down from his precarious perch. He was balanced on the narrow ledge above an ornate tomb entrance, torch gripped in one hand and the other clinging to crack in the stone. “Well that narrows it down,” Zixuan grumbled. “What kind of bird?” “Do I look like an ornithologist to you? It’s a bird! It’s half rubbed off anyway.” Zixuan pinched his brow. “Any identifying characteristics at all?” “It’s got a...baby little wing on it.” “A quail chick?” Zixuan only received a shrug and gripped his hair in despair. “You are useless. Why did you even drag me on this stupid mission? I’m dirty and hot and you can’t even describe a damned bird to me!” “This wasn’t solely my idea asshole, you wanted to ‘discover new archaeological treasures’!” “Well I never will if ‘just a bird’ is the best you can do! Fuck it, I’m coming up.” “Fuck no, your clumsy ass will definitely fall, and if you break your neck this will all have been for nothing! Oi!” But Zixuan was already climbing. His fine clothes were dusty and torn, so he ignored the way the rough stone dragged against them as he dug his toes into the bricks and hauled himself up. “Stop, Zixuan, I’m serious you’ll really fall!” Wanyin’s voice had gained an edge of true fear, but Zixuan ignored it along with the widening gap between him and the floor. It was no different than climbing one of the ladders at the university library, he told himself, wincing as his soft hands were scraped raw. “Shit, give me your hand you idiot!” Wanyin snapped, and Zixuan raised his gaze to see him crouched on the narrow ledge, one hand outstretched. Zixuan clung nervously to the wall and stared at it. Wanyin wriggled his fingers impatiently and Zixuan winced, fighting his instincts to peel one hand from the stone and place it in his. Without warning Wanyin pulled, hard, Zixuan squeaking in shock and fear and his balance was changed, his life dangling from Wanyin’s grip. Breathing hard Zixuan found purchase with his boots, scrambling up beside his companion. “There,” he panted, shooting Wanyin a haughty look for having the audacity to doubt that he, a librarian, couldn’t climb a sheer wall barehanded. Wanyin rolled his eyes and let go of his hand, though they remained pressed together by necessity. “Fine. Hurry up and read, then.” He raised the torch.
“Muut pu khat,” he read. The torchlight flickered in Wanyin’s dark eyes. He always got a certain look when Zixuan spoke in Egyptian. “‘Death is the beginning’.” Their faces were so close together Zixuan found himself speaking in an undertone. Suddenly Wanyin frowned, and reached out to pluck something from Zixuan’s hair. They both peered at it. It appeared to be a small fragment of stone. Zixuan blinked as another landed on Wanyin’s shoulder. Slowly, they both looked up. An enormous crack snaked from the ceiling down the wall they were braced against, others spiderwebbing off it as they watched. “....oh dear.” The wall collapsed, dragging them with it. Zixuan’s stomach dropped out, and before he knew it he was underwater. The shock of it drove the breath from his lungs, and he hung there, stunned, until rough hands grabbed him under the arms and dragged him to the surface. Zixuan gasped and spluttered as he clung desperately to Wanyin with his arms and legs. The other man was gripping a grate in the wall of the deep pit they’d fallen into, clearly the source of all the water. “Fuck,” Wanyin gritted. “Shit. I don’t suppose that says something useful, like ‘this way out’, does it?” Zixuan turned his head to see a line of glyphs carved in the stone, and felt his heart stand still. “Define useful.” “Why? What does it say?” “Sahti kher messekhu.” Zixuan swallowed. “‘Beware of crocodiles’.”
♛ & ✘ for MDZS?
Thank you for asking <3
♛ favorite ship
Sangcheng!
It’s the ship I read more easily (even when it’s a premise i’m not interested in) and where i enjoyed both characters most in all their possible interactions.
Although I ship Jiang Cheng with a bazillion other characters as well ^^
✘ NOTP
I make fun of Jin Guangyao/Jiang Cheng but i’ll still read them if the premises interest me.
Maybe i should just say Wangxian because i’ve gotten driven at that point by the fandom where I’ll just skip it in a fanfic that dwells on them too much. But it’s mostly cuz i spent too much time in this fandom that a ship that i was enjoying in the context of canon became something i’m kind of completely fed up in fanfics.
None of these things are like, things I’m against shipping. Err, maybe I should reserve that for Jin Zixuan/Jiang Cheng lol.
Rate my fave? ACNH villager: Clay
a little bit haunted, a little bit cute, looks like id catch him burying something or someone in the middle of the night
Least favourite | Disliked | I’m not fond | Neutral | I like them | They’re adorable/awesome | Favourite
Why did I follow you? A) your posts are hilarious B) Untamed content that isn't only the same gifsets again (beautiful as those are of course) C) wwx IS bi and we gotta represent
listen someone needs to be the pillar of absolute buffoonery in this fandom and by god if no one else will bear that burden then i will
In Which Nie Huaisang and Jiang Wanyin plot how to conquer the world - ooh tell us more :)
That’s meant to be the direct sequel to Scattered Sketches. I’m actually not entirely sure what form it’ll take -- whether it’s gonna be a whole big fic dealing with various issues or several shorter snippets.
Current work title is due to a scene early one with Nie Huaisang talking about how he’s planning to becoming Chief Cultivator -- Jiang Cheng is going "ok... i guess” and asking if he wants him to support him at the next cultivation conference and Nie Huaisang is immediately going with “No! Oppose it! Opposite it very loudly!” because his plan is to gather the support of all the embittered minor sect leaders as the obvious “weak compromise choice” and having the major sects against him plays into that hand; and it’s better to see where the threats to Jin Ling will be coming from if they appear in opposition.
Would also deal with Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng figuring out how to actually get together and dealing with some past issues and current Jiang Cheng insecurities.
Also might have some Wei Wuxian attempting to shovel talk Nie Huaisang (who will be extremely unimpressed); as well as something like Wei Wuxian being surprised about Jiang Cheng being a cutsleeve resulting in Jiang Cheng snapping out to him something lile “so what, only you can be a cut sleeve? I’m not good enough for that?”
... that’s about what I have so far.
For your trope subversion prompts - how about the Juniors and no.7 - bad pickup lines!
this turned into a monster! how did this happen?
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“Wei-qianbei said the best way to get a girl to notice you is with a line.”
“A fishing line, maybe,” Lan Jingyi snorted. “Why the hell were you asking him that, Zizhen? Wei-qianbei is useless with love.”
“Is he?” Jin Ling asked doubtfully. “He’s married to Hanguang-jun.”
“Yeah, after years of being an oblivious idiot. Besides, you’re biased; your other uncle is the only person in the world who could make Wei-qianbei look halfway competent at dating.”
“Hey!”
“He’s kind of right, Jin Ling,” Ouyang Zizhen said apologetically. “But I didn’t ask him, he just said it to me! And told me to tell you guys! Said it was his duty to pass on his knowledge as our senior.”
“Are you sure? You know you can tell us if you like someone, Zizhen,” Lan Sizhui said earnestly.
“Yeah,” Lan Jingyi echoed with a smirk. “You can tell us.”
“I don’t! He just came up to me and said it, I don’t know why!”
“Bullshit,” Jin Ling said scornfully.
“Jin Ling, you know my father. He very well may have done this… spontaneously.”
“Yeah, Wei-qianbei gives me unsolicited advice all the time. Last week he told me where Shifu keeps his underrobes? I don’t know what he expects me to do with that information, but I assume it isn’t laundry.” Lan Jingyi was not averse to the occasional prank, but he valued his life too highly to mess with Lan Qiren.
“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Jin Ling muttered, but let the matter go.
“Did he give you any examples?” Lan Sizhui asked tentatively.
“God, don’t tell them to me, I don’t want to know.” Lan Jingyi held his hand up as if to forestall the words. Ouyang Zizhen glanced between them before answering Lan Sizhui.
“Er, well. He said to go up to someone and say ‘excuse me, I think I dropped something.’” Ouyang Zizhen paused with inexpert dramatic timing, clearly counting the beat in his head. “‘My jaw.’”
Lan Jingyi’s face twisted in disgust and Jin Ling groaned. Lan Sizhui nodded politely. “Any others?” Lan Jingyi shoved him lightly, well aware he was asking just to torture them. He might have his uncle’s cordial manners, but Lan Sizhui was just as capable of teasing as his father.
“Yeah, he also said, um, ‘you look great in those robes and all, but you’d look even better in me’. I don’t really get that one, though.”
“...are you sure he told you to say that to a girl, Zizhen?” Jin Ling asked, looking pained.
“Sizhui, your father needs to be killed again,” Lan Jingyi observed.
“What?” Ouyang Zizhen glanced between his friends. “I still don’t get it?”
“You would if you’d ever spent the night in the Cloud Recesses. You can hear the two of them from the guest quarters,” Lan Jingyi lamented.
“Huh?”
“He’s talking about Hanguang-jun and dajiu fucking.” Jin Ling rolled his eyes. “Loudly, and at length.”
“Language, Jin Ling.”
“I notice you don’t deny it.” Lan Jingyi smirked.
Lan Sizhui looked pained. “Lying is forbidden.”
The other three burst into laughter, and by the time they’d wipe the tears from their eyes he was smiling.
“It—It’s funny you said that,” Ouyang Zizhen said as his mirth died down enough for him to speak. “One of the ones he told me was ‘I’d tell you you’re ugly, but lying is forbidden’!”
“Fuck, he’s basically just admitting he uses these on Hanguang-jun at this point!”
“Why are you shocked, Jin Ling, those two only have eyes for each other. It’s disgusting.”
“They’re in love,” Lan Sizhui said. “I think it’s wonderful.”
“Even when Wei-qianbei is telling Huanguang-jun ‘my robes are made of husband material’?”
Jin Ling and Ouyang Zizhen snorted. Lan Sizhui just smiled.
“Yes.”
“Even when he says ‘Your Excellency, I’m terribly lost. Could you give me directions to your heart’?” Ouyang Zizhen asked.
“It’s sweet!”
“What about that time I heard him ask if Hanguang-jun was tired from running through his mind all day?” Jin Ling rolled his eyes as he spoke.
“Wei-qianbei does enjoy wordplay.”
“Among other kinds of play,” Lan Jingyi muttered and was serenely ignored.
“‘Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?’” Ouyang Zizhen tried. Lan Sizhui just smiled.
“‘Your father must have been a hunter, because you’re a fox’,” was Jin Ling’s contribution, spoken with fastidious distaste. Lan Sizhui made a commendable effort to appear as if he did not understand this slang.
Lan Jingyi eyed him. The others could read their friend very well by this point, but Lan Jingyi had known Lan Sizhui almost all his life, and he knew the boy was about to crack, trembling slightly with the effort of holding his mirth in.
“‘You’ll do’,” Lan Jingyi suggested.
Lan Sizhui meeped, hand coming up to cover his mouth as his shoulders shook silently, eyes crinkled into half-moons. The rest of the boys burst into laughter at the sight of him, soon stuttering other pickup lines at each other and starting cackling all over again.
“Hey, what are you kids laughing about?” Said Wei Wuxian, appearing suddenly—or seeming to, with their eyes all blurred with tears. “Did someone say something funny?”
His confusion when they laughed so hard Ouyang Zizhen fell off the bench and Jin Ling started to choke was the funniest thing of all.
*
They didn’t plan it, but none of them were surprised when the others showed up at Jinlingtai on That Day. The guards shared a glance and let them in without a word, similarly silent servants guiding them through the tower to a small secluded courtyard. The three boys entered soberly, finding their friend glaring as a small lotus pond.
“What the fuck are you three doing here,” he snapped when he noticed them.
“Visiting your grumpy ass,” Lan Jingyi replied. Jin Ling didn’t react to the barb, glaring silently.
“Missed you,” Ouyang Zizhen added.
“We wanted to be here for you,” Lan Sizhui said gently, and this was what made the young sect leader’s temper flare.
“Well I don’t want you ‘here for me’! Who gave you the right to just walk in when I haven’t invited you?! Get the hell out of my tower!”
“I don’t think we will,” Lan Jingyi said comfortably.
“Jin Ling…” Lan Sizhui soothed.
“No, fuck you! I don’t want you here!” His voice cracked, and his hands were shaking.
“Are you sure you really want to be alone?” Ouyang Zizhen asked earnestly, clasping his hands in distress on his grieving friend’s behalf.
“I don’t think you should be alone,” Lan Sizhui said with his usual brand of soft implacability.
Jin Ling whirled on him “Lan Sizhui!” He was panting now, face red and blotchy down beneath the collar of his robes. He was trembling all over, seeming on the verge of actually attacking them.
“That is my name,” Lan Sizhui agreed steadily. “Remember it, because you’ll be screaming it later.”
Silence rang in the courtyard. Jin Ling stared, frozen, and Lan Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen gaped at their most polite friend. Lan Sizhui’s determined expression did not falter, but his ears burned red.
“...he was already screaming it,” Lan Jingyi observed, breaking the stalemate after a long moment.
“Holy shit, Sizhui. Sometimes I forget who your dads are,” Ouyang Zizhen said in awe.
A barely audible huff drew their eyes away from their friend. Jin Ling was still staring, struck dumb, but as they watched another amused breath slipped out and his mouth began to tip upwards.
“Fuck you,” he said again, disbelieving. “Fuck you, Sizhui, what the fuck.” Despite his visible efforts his smile twitched wider.
“That is what he was implying, yeah,” Lan Jingyi said, a grin creeping across his own face.
“I still can’t believe you said that,” Ouyang Zizhen marvelled, voice choked with shocked amusement. “Sizhui, where’s your Lan shame?!”
“I… It’s—It’s in my trousers?” The boy offered, his resolve finally crumbling in the face of Jin Ling’s irrepressible mirth.
“What?!” Ouyang Zizhen screeched and Lan Jingyi lost it, laughing so hard he had to hold his sides in pain. Ouyang Zizhen dissolved into giggles that wouldn’t fit behind his hands, and even Sizhui chuckled, blush spreading to his cheeks. Jin Ling’s laughter echoed off the cold flagstones, filling up the empty space. Laughing too hard to hold himself up Lan Jingyi slumped towards the nearest body—Jin Ling’s. They clutched each other, barely able to breathe, and the other two joined them, Ouyang Zizhen crashing into his friends so hard they all went down in a pile of limbs and laughter.
Their howls echoed in the small courtyard, and if some tears were shed that weren’t from mirth they wiped away just the same.
September, November?
(from the ‘fanfic questions themed around time’ ask meme) september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart? ah, oh my gosh, okay. well, literally ALL of yours, i reread them all the time and dance around clutching my phone to my chest when my talented big sister with great taste tells me i did good. but as for one that wasn’t from you....hmm, i once got a a few comments on a captain america fic i wrote back in 2018 called Home of the Brave; @elenorasweet actually drew art for it, be still my freaking heart, and not only validated my writing of the child characters as a mother herself, but even told me what her little ones thought of them. it melted me into a puddle as you can imagine, and it always stuck with me. november: do you have any rituals or requirements for getting in the mood for writing?
hmmmm. well, i don’t always do this but i usually find good background music for writing, something to help me concentrate. often it’s a game or movie sound track, or just lofi even, but if i’m writing something genre-y i like to find music (as long as it’s instrumental) that fits the genre--sometimes instead of music i’ll even find an ambient soundtrack, like i did with “living on board a spaceship” when i was writing your bday sangcheng fic the space between us ^^ and if i’m struggling, a you will have heard me mention, i like to force myself to write by making a thermos of tea and taking my laptop to the nearest park! no wifi + pretty trees = productivity. in theory, anyway haha
