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[fangirl201sworld]

More Chimi: Daughter of Vucub AU headcanons (sorry, this is a bit disorganized but here it goes)

This is part 1 of the history of the AU:

As I said before, Chimi was raised by Vucub after the residents of the Jungle Lands abandoned her in the jungle. He takes her to the Underworld, but she leaves her hidden from the gods for 5 years.

After 5 years in hiding, Chimi came out of her hidden spot, following her father to Mictlan's temple. Unfortunately for her, the gods found her and Mictlan was furious, so much so that he wanted to kill her. Vucub intervened, pleading not to kill her. He convinced him to let her live by promising that she would serve him as one of his warriors once she grew up. Mictlan reluctantly agreed, already having plans for her.

Years passed, Chimi was trained by Vucub and became a very skilled warrior and archer. Sure, she went on missions from the age of 14, but not without the company of both Zatz and Acat, who were companions and friends. Vucub gave her golden bow when she turned 15.

What Mictlan didn't know was that a rebellion was brewing against him. Among them Vucub, Chimi, Zatz, Camazotz, Cipactli and Cabrakan, along with Micte's help, of course. The rebellion was formed in Zotzilaha, The House Of Bats. Acat is also involved but desperate to get Mictlan's approval, she had no choice but to reveal the secret. Mictlan, went to Zotzilaha along with his army to destroy it. Unfortunately, Zotzilaha fell and with the death of it's god, Camazotz. (Yeah...both Zatz and Chimi are not spared from the trauma)

Some time has passed, the rebel gods went into hiding because Mictlan had been hunting them. Chimi and Zatz stayed under Vucub's care in the jungle, being accompanied by all kinds of animals, including bats for Zatz. They both didn't want to see Acat again since then.

So, this is part 1 of this AU, I will post part 2 soon. Oh, and I don't know if I should post headcanons of the Zatz x Rico AU, because we had some ideas for it ;)

[tragicotps]

Masriel + freedom

[aimedis]

damien is freelancer's lacy and freelancer is damien's lacy

think about that.

[running-in-the-dark]

okay, Flynn fangirling over Darrington Dare might be the cutest thing ever

[lulu-draws-stuff]

Here is is!

The last one in the trio to get all dressed up :]

[roachfun]

Hot take: you gotta be stupid if you believe this is geto and not kenjaku

[spriteofmushrooms]

Ask game: 1 chengqing

1. things you said at 3am

Two days after Wei Wuxian died, Jiang Cheng woke from a dream of the dirty Wen child who clung to his leg. Heart racing, skin clammy, he flew alone to the Burial Mounds and scoured the remains, all for nothing. And who could he ask? So the warmth of a little body haunted him on the nights he rocked Jin Ling.

Until a small Lan with a Gusu-softened Qishan accent tripped and fell into him during one of his visits to Lan Qiren, apologizing so desperately that Jiang Cheng couldn't help but focus on him. A sweet, anxious expression modifying Wen clan features. The earnest need to ensure all adults stayed calm barely obscured by Lan-trained restraint.

Just like a-jie, Jiang Cheng thought.

"Are you treated well?" Jiang Cheng asked, interrupting the boy. What was his name?

The little Lan blinked and nodded, going mute from Jiang Cheng's gruff voice.

Jiang Cheng's eyes stung, and he turned his face away. "Be careful."

At least Nie Mingjue was dead. In time, the boy's accent would fade, and the danger would pass. Perhaps his mother's features would develop in time, too, obscuring his resemblance to a skull mounted outside of Bujing Shi.

The nightmares continued anyway.

Two days after Jin Guangyao died, Jiang Cheng woke from a dream of starry black eyes. It was impossible, and yet Lan Sizhui lived and Wen Ning persisted. After another frantic flight, this time to Jinlin Tai, Jiang Cheng found himself in front of a groggy Jin Ling.

"There was a doctor," Jiang Cheng said.

Jin Ling blinked at him. "Okay."

"She might be alive," he gestured at the walls, "somewhere hidden."

Jin Ling was a good boy, so he only complained the necessary amount before dressing and organizing the search. Jiang Cheng held little hope--Jin Guangyao's memory was exceptional, so he had left few notes. Still, servants see more than most, and so Jiang Cheng carefully questioned people until they had several possibilities.

With Jin Ling and a small group of Jin cultivators, they searched the areas of Jinlin Tai that seemed most suspect. Most inspections led to nothing, the result of hindsight casting shadows over Jin Guangyao's every movement. Two ended with Jiang Cheng standing aside as Jin Ling beheld his grandfather's and shushu's legacies.

One, though. One led to a small, dark apartment that locked from the outside.

It was tidy. The first room was filled with shelves and a table. Jiang Cheng picked up the ink stick, rubbing his thumb against it. High quality. Ink he couldn't have afforded for the first seven years after the war.

Like everything else, it was covered in dust.

"Jiujiu," Jin Ling said, and then stopped.

Jiang Cheng ignored him, using a light talisman to check the books and scrolls. Decisive, bold strokes filled many. The writer's thoughts had flowed easily; her brush had not faltered.

"Jiujiu, I'm sorry."

Jiang Cheng shut the book in time for his tears to fall on the cover.

He'd thought she died the same day as Jiang Yanli, as Wei Wuxian. He'd thought Jin Guangshan had burned her with the rest. He had dreamed about it, about begging her to let him save her as she walked with Wen Ning to her death. Not once in sixteen years had she ever turned to him.

This, though.

"Do you want me to check the other room?"

"No," Jiang Cheng said.

A bed. A chest with Wen red robes. A pair of slippers.

Jiang Cheng knelt in the dust and clung to the robes.

"Who was she?"

My zhiji, Jiang Cheng thought, and said nothing.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

That feeling when you're correct that your estranged parent did have a surname that's also associated with being jewish in origin and you have no definitive conclusions about that or, like, half of who you are 🥲🙏🙏🙏

[emmavakarian-theirin]

i know as a garrus fan i can't really talk and i don't want to cause a whole Dilemma but the artwork for the mass effect board game is pissing me right off because it's so clear 90% of the effort went into liara and then everyone else is just tweaked screenshots and they claim there's no use of ai but shepard's face doesn't look right either or it's cut/pasted off something

[screwpinecaprice]

Actually took a day off to rest my eyes from screens. And of course I picked up my sketchbook and scribbled whatever.... which ended up being almost all from my Distant Future (Canon divergent?) AU that I still rarely touch on. lol (Except for that last image.)

Something just reminded me of Liu Cixin's Remembrance of Earth's Past, which was one of the inspirations of this AU. (The inspiration mostly from book 2 and 3, The Dark Forest and Death's End. Had to listen to it a couple of times for my smooth brain to kind of understand stuff from that book. RIP)

.... The horror of not being able to use the transform tool and undo button tho. ;-;

[wundrousarts]

Hi folks! It seems like people are discovering that there are people online who write some WEIRD! 👎 stuff for Nevermoor. Some tips and tricks for dealing with that:

Don't engage. Don't read the fics. Don't even comment to say how much you hate it.

Don't spread it around. It's gross as hell, I know! But being like "ew, guys, I found this gross fic" just means you're causing more people to seek out said gross fic, and that's just not great. If you don't want to see it, no one else wants to either.

If you can: block, mute, or filter. I don't really use any fanfic sites to know if these functionalities exist, but I'm sure people online have found ways. Edit: here's a way to do it on Ao3.

TL;DR: Ignore, Ignore, Ignore. 👍

(PS: Same thing goes for when people send weird inappropriate anon messages. Just delete them from your inbox and don't subject others to them.)

This is unfortunately something that's been present for years in the fandom, on both Ao3 and Wattpad. This is also why I essentially don't read Nevermoor fics unless they're for Mogtober, and even then I'm cautious. I have seen some weird stuff written about my favorite characters that I wish I could pluck from my brain and set on fire, or worse! But when I stumble across that stuff, I just quickly close the tab and pivot to something else to get my mind off of it.

We should not entertain these types of people in a fandom full of minors about a middle grade series, so: just don't engage with them, ignore them, filter them out, and maybe even drown them out with some fics of your own.

[suave-hogan]

I haven’t shared the whole reason why I can’t listen to Aqua’s ‘Barbie Girl’ the same way anymore, have I?

Well here it is since the movie is coming out this week✨

The clip is from Season 2 Episode 5 of The TWRP Show. Timestamp 43:35

[drivemetomars]

I need to apply for this job but I have never made a cover letter but I will be worth it and I will make 21/hr and work in an office setting and get *experience* with that so I can soon apply for Government jobs and they will go ooooooo would you look at all of that administrative experience and I will say thank you so much I can learn anything and learn it quickly you just have to incentivize me with money and benefits. I am a simple gal like that. Okay bye thank you for coming to my hype up. If I put this in the world I force my hand to follow through. I have 24 Hours and a updated resume. Sexy forever okay let's go. 💖

[genericwizard]

If Remurians wrote music as an attempt to become masters of their own fate, and the arcane power of fate within music is a power that even predates them (Ruggieros notes in Bravais's study), then perhaps I'm winning once again vis a vis Venti’s poem to Kaeya?

Though I guess that depends on whether verses of a poem from the mouth of a powerful bard count as music.

[walterdecourceys]

i have ocd = boring, trite, clinical, ohhh look at this guy he's self-aware enough to correctly identify which behaviors are caused by mental health disorders. like a loser

there is an angel on my shoulder who yells at me every day = mysterious, whimsical, makes you sound like a character in a mid new york times bestseller who is never diagnosed and whose mental issues are simply part of their quirky protagonist charm

[kdelarenta]

right so i just started n's route and got to the first sex scene - go girl, give us nothing 😐