I am back, i have calmed heh why is life fucking me over lately, im way too chill to be crashing out every other day -w-
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I am back, i have calmed heh why is life fucking me over lately, im way too chill to be crashing out every other day -w-
I have. Art
Day 12 is Rebirth (I went with ‘reborn’, I figure that’s Close Enough), and this is a sort of Lan Xichen emerging from seclusion thing. It features Nie Huaisang and my OC Zhang Meihua, but tbh I’m still working out my thinking about the dynamic between LXC and NHS post-canon, so some of that is glossed over. It’s mostly about LXC. Precedes this one.
1459 words, Lan Xichen, Nie Huaisang/OC. Technically pre-relationship in the context of the whole au, but it’s not really a feature of this ficlet. Mental health issues (vaguely)
“If Zewu Jun receives anyone – disciples, servants – could they please let him know we’re here and would be pleased to speak with him, however informally.”
Nie Huaisang had assumed he would not accept. Why would he? The junior disciple who showed them to their pavilion informed them Lan Xichen was still in his seclusion and had not seen any outsiders since entering it. Surely the first person he agreed to see would not be Nie Huaisang. He and Meihua had come to make the offer. They would drink tea, walk the peaceful paths of Cloud Recesses, spend the night, and return home.
The tea had not been delivered five minutes when the door slid open again, and Nie Huaisang looked up to inform whatever servant was checking on them they were more than satisfied with the hospitality of Gusu. His voice died in his throat.
how could he forget the ropes oh my god....... - 👁💙
gordon failman cant even remember the ropez
For 20: Fond I’ve just got some short light banter between Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng. Essentially a prologue to the ace!JC AU. 552 words, NHS & co playing matchmaker, background NHS x OC.
"Wei-xiong was reminding me of all the conversations we had back in those days,” Nie Huaisang said thoughtfully over a cup of baijiu. It was his own wedding feast, so he figured he had several more minutes of Jiang Cheng’s bare-minimum courtesy to rely on, and he was planning on making them count. “You know, about girls and boys and birds and bees – when we were all just figuring these things out. It's funny how some of the things we thought then make so much more sense in retrospect. Don't you agree?"
"Don't talk about me with Wei Wuxian! What business does he have, thinking he knows what I ever thought?” Jiang Cheng scowled into his own cup of liquor.
I’m cheating slightly and saying this is an entry for both Day 9: Shower and Day 10: Rainbow - my excuse is this scene is long enough to count double. From a chronological standpoint, this is the very beginning of the NHS/OC, JC&OC saga, which as I’ve said follows the same post-canon thread as my fic Senseless (on AO3), but the only important background is Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are Together (because of course they are).
2209 words, Wangxian, Nie Huaisang, OC, Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng. Post CQL, drama at parties, banter, Wangxian feels, Meet Zhang Meihua
The banquet – held in honor of Jin Ling’s accession to Sect Leader – was essentially a very lavish excuse to invite everyone in the cultivation world to Carp Tower to shower him with praise and gifts of goodwill. It was a very Lanling Jin thing to do, but at least they’d thrown a good party to entice and compensate the guests. Wei Wuxian was most of the way through his second bottle of baijiu and felt pleasantly warm from it, and the evening was still young.
He himself had been personally invited, which indicated Jiang Cheng had no control over the guest list. Not that a lack of an invitation would have kept him from his sister’s son’s celebration. Lan Zhan was invited to everything, because he was Chief Cultivator, and ever since they had become more one thing than two, he brought Wei Wuxian everywhere with him without fail and wore a version of his blank look that dared anyone to say anything about it. So far, no one had.
Lan Zhan had paid his respects to Jin Ling (as had Wei Wuxian himself, somewhat more jovially and obnoxiously and overbearingly, as a good uncle should), but with that duty fulfilled, Lan Zhan seemed more interested in doting on Wei Wuxian than in socializing with the other cultivators – or rather staring silently into the middle distance, which was how he usually behaved at parties. Wei Wuxian barely had time to breathe before he was being handed each next cup of baijiu or pilfered blossom or small delicacy Lan Zhan had acquired from a servant’s tray. This time, it was a tiny cherry cordial jelly, with a piece of sugared orange peel on top.
Day 23 is Earth, and I almost went for some light modern AU thing, but then I remembered I was trying to work on character creation, so instead I did some thinking about Zhang Meihua. 1275 words, NHS x OC, the plot thickens. Follows this.
In poetry, the earth was often depicted with warm and gentle demeanor. It was green and damp and loamy, the font of life, all sturdy wise trees and delicate daffodils and the supportive ground beneath mankind’s feet.
Qinghe was in the far north, where it was cold in the winter and harsh every time of year. Surrounded by the bare, unyielding stone of Qinghe and the walls of the Unclean Realm, Nie Huaisang had always thought differently. He had a great deal of affection for his home, to be sure. He was just well aware the earth was as indifferent to human life as any other natural force – cultivation, time, the rain, or the hearts of small-minded men.
Nie Huaisang had managed to endure the endless talking and discussing and work of the cultivation conference, and more than a little ribbing from Wei Wuxian in particular, and now it was time for the part of the event he’d actually been looking forward to – the banquet afterward. He always looked forward to banquets – the good ones were fun, and the bad ones were fun in a different way – but this time in particular, he was anxious to discover whether Zhang Meihua would make an appearance.
THIZ WAZ IN NZFW WHAT WAZ I ZUPPOZED TO THINK