#I was crying rivers when junior died

[dantegreaves00]

And Hell Followed - A Far Cry 5 x FtM Reader series Part One

Deputy Y/N Jackson is in the middle of a Holy War in Hope County Montana. Originally sent to arrest Joseph Seed he ended up becoming the leader of the Resistance, but the deputy has a secret. A secret that only Whitehorse knows. When his younger brother and sister show up one day out of the blue, Y/N finds out that his own personal hell has found him. Now with the help of the very people he was supposed to stop can he save his family and himself?

I know this summary sucks.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this slow burn series

Trigger Warnings

Mentions of past child abuse

Mentions of past child SA

Mentions of SA

Stalking

Guns

Drugs

Religion bashing (the Deputy has religious trauma)

Religious trauma

Transphobia

Homophobia

Angst

Tag list

@gamergirl-06 @capriskunk @transpanda07

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Hope county Montana, was in the middle of a war between the Resistance and Edens Gate and me? I was just the new junior deputy assigned with the task of arresting Joseph Seed but ended up becoming the leader of the Resistance.

As I made my way towards the jail where Whitehorse was waiting for me, my mind drifted to thoughts of my brother Elijah and my sister Ava.

Were they ok? Did they have enough money to buy food and clothes? Were they wondering why I hadn't come home?

Before I could work myself up over thinking, Whitehorse's gruff voice called out to me over the radio.

"Rookie, listen, there have been reports of all the Seed siblings being spotted near the river bank, could you find out if the reports are true and if so find out what they are up"

"Copy that Sheriff, I'll start heading there now"

••Timeskip••

I had managed to get to the river undetected and it turns out the reports were correct. In front of me stood the Seeds, John and Joseph were by the waters edge with fishing poles, Faith was sitting in a chair reading what looked to be a copy of the Book of Joseph and Jacob, well he was standing a little further away from them, almost like he was keeping watch.

I was about to sneak away back to where I had left my car to radio Whitehorse when Jacob turned his head in my direction.

For a moment it seemed as though he hadn't seen me, but who was I kidding, this was Jacob of course he had seen me. The thought of making a run for it crossed my mind but before I could will my feet to move he started to approach me and fear kept me still.

"What do you want Deputy?" He asked me once he was close enough to be heard.

" I was just taking a walk when I spotted you and your siblings, I was just gonna go, I'm not here to fight" I said half lying.

Suddenly Joseph approached us and gave me a look that was slightly unnerving.

"Is there a problem here brother?" He asked in that overly calm voice of his.

"Apparently the Deputy was taking a walk when he spotted us"

"Look I'm not here to fight I was just in the area when I saw you guys, I'm just gonna leave"

All the commotion caused John and Faith to look in our direction and for a split second I was back in the church.

"I see my child, why don't you stay for a while, if you truly were just on a walk surely you're tired" Joseph said as he guided me to where John and Faith were waiting.

"I suppose I could stay for a bit but any of you try something and I'm gone" I said as I took a seat next to Faith.

It was strange seeing them act like normal siblings, John and Joseph went back to fishing and Jacob started up a fire. Faith was lost in her own little world, the book still open on her lap but her eyes were closed.

Suddenly a mountain lion came from out if the bushes and pounced on John.

It was Peaches.

Before she could do some serious damage I whistled and she came trotting to me.

"Shit sorry about that John, Peaches here is very protective of me, she must have seen me with you guys and thought I was in danger" I said whilst stroking her head.

"That over grown house cat ripped my vest Deputy, but luckily she didn't draw blood so I guess it's fine" John sighed in frustration as he inspected his vest.

"Where did you even come from girl, I thought I left you with Sharky?" I asked the cougar, who's upper body was now pressed firmly against mine, like she was trying to shield me from danger.

"She is pretty" came Faith's siren like voice as she approached me and Peaches, who surprisingly tilted her head towards Faith's hand for a scratch.

"How did you train a cougar Deputy?" Jacob asked as he checked John out for injuries.

"I don't know, I helped Mable bring her home one day and then suddenly i was told to keep her, I also have a bear" I replied with a chuckle causing Jacob's eyes to widen slightly.

"A real Noah with wild animals then my child" Joseph said as he brought one of the fish he caught over to where the fire was still roaring.

Peaches eventually got off of my lap and stretched her front paws out in front of her, letting out a loud yawn she curled up by the fire and went sleep.

"And this is why I'm a dog person" I said causing Peaches to huff and roll closer to the flames.

••Timeskip••

The sky was getting dark and the fish were no longer biting. Peaches had wormed her way onto John's lap and he looked like he was about to shit himself whilst Faith was feeding her bits of fish.

Me and Jacob were talking about hunting and Joseph was staring out into the distance, a blank look on his face.

"Well, it's getting late I should head to the jail, Whitehorse is probably wondering where I am" I said as I got up to leave. Peaches finally got off of John's lap and came over to me when she noticed that I had gotten up.

"Well my child, this has been a wonderful afternoon, and I hope that you enjoyed yourself" Joseph said as he stuck his hand out for me to shake.

"Surprisingly, I actually had fun with you guys today, this doesn't mean I'm interested in joining the project tho" I said as I shook his hand.

"That is understandable, I do hope that we can come to some agreement in the future my child" he replied as Jacob came to stand next to him.

John and Faith also came over to say their goodbyes, Faith gave Peaches a scratch behind her ear before engulfing me in a hug which I awkwardly reciprocated.

After saying goodbye to everyone I started heading towards my car. Peaches climbed in the passenger seat and I sped off towards the jail.

••Timeskip••

Once I was safely back at the jail I went looking for Whitehorse to tell him what happened.

I eventually found him in the infirmary where he was checking on members of the Resistance that had been brought back out of the bliss.

"Hey Whitehorse can I talk to you real quick?" I asked as I made my way over to where he was standing.

"Rookie, shit kid I thought something bad had happened to you when you didn't check in" he said as he pulled me in for a hug.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"I just spent the afternoon with the Seed family, I was spotted by Jacob and well long story short I am currently questioning all of my life decisions, it was strange seeing them act like a normal family" I said as he handed me a coffee.

"You're not..." Whitehorse began to say before I cut him off"no don't worry I told them that just because I had a good time doesn't mean I'm switching sides"

"Well good, why don't you get some rest Rook and I'll make sure no one disturbs you"

Saying goodnight, I made my way over to one of the unoccupied cells and layed down for the night.

[the-fiction-will-knit-the-real]

This is hitting especially close to home for me rn. I grew up in Fishers [class of 2013 from one of the high schools there], and unfortunately this doesn't really surprise me based on my general experiences with the community there growing up. Though I will say most of the book censorship I personally experienced was from my parents, when I was young I found the libraries in Fishers to be invaluable friends to an otherwise-friendless me.

I remember when A Fault in Our Stars came out, it was my junior year. I felt the intended audience was slightly below me in age, but I read it anyway, because I was reading everything I could get my hands on at the time [most of it, including the copy of A Fault in Our Stars that I read at the time, via the Hamilton East Public Library System in Fishers].

That book made me cry. It made me feel feelings. It hit very close to home not so much because I was going through the exact same things as Hazel and Augustus were, but because it was centered around places I knew well, involved handling cancer at a young age [my mom died from leukemia when I was just old enough to remember her, just late enough in my life that my earliest memories are sitting in a hospital room while my mom was getting treatment], and because the teens in the book were shown having the same wants and feelings as I did.

I can't even say it was the best book I've ever read. It probably wasn't even the best book I read that year [sorry, John, if you end up reading this]. But it was an important story to tell. It greatly improved my life to have read it. And I'm very glad such a book was accessible to me at a time when I didn't have anything else.

You see, living in Fishers was mostly a nightmare for me. I was a heavily-closeted queer person surrounded by a heavily religious environment. I was an autistic girl-who-was-bad-at-being-a-girl who no one ever invited to hang out, who was asked frequently at school why I didn't go to the school dances, but simultaneously was never actually invited to go with anyone. I was the kid with way-too-many siblings and not enough zeros in my parent's salaries, and I was the kid who was silently growing up in an abusive home environment. I do not mean it hyperbolically in any way when I say that books in those libraries were all that I had keeping me alive.

I don't live in Fishers anymore, I don't even live in Indiana anymore, but I've always wanted to be able to return. Indiana is a great place, and there are a lot of great people there. I love the Indy 500, watching Hoosier basketball, the Children's Museum and Indianapolis Zoo, Mass Ave and musicals at the Murat. I went to college in Indiana - I experienced the weird sports culture that surrounds Notre Dame as a grad student. I've driven most of the state roads throughout the state at one point or another, and loved every single one of them. I fell in and out of love with a boy who wasn't meant for me but who introduced me to the unique culture that is Southern Indiana and the Ohio River Valley, and I've seen all of those way-too-many siblings graduate from Indiana high schools and colleges.

Indiana is my home. And it always will be.

I know library censorship is an issue playing out right now across the country. I hate that it is. But this specific instance? Involves people I know. People I once knew. People I respected, and people I never did, despite trying my damn hardest.

And, most importantly, books. Books that saved me, books that I know can save, or at least help, other kids and teenagers and young adults growing up in the same hometown I reluctantly return to each year around the holidays.

It hurts me to know that it has come to this. I hate more than anything that I feel helpless to help fix this situation, in the same ways I felt helpless at ages 6, 10, and 16. If there is anything I can do from the West Coast besides share this with my friends and family that are still in the area, please let me know.

Here is my reply to the removal of my books, including The Fault in Our Stars and Looking for Alaska, from the Young Adult library shelves from the suburbs just north of my hometown of Indianapolis.

[winterbrrrd]

World Famous Sam G

Sweet Sam takes me down

To his place by the highway

And it’s hard to find the portal

So you’d better go the right way.

And his hair is long and silver

Like Salvation Army givers.

And he takes what he is given

And he finds in it a kingdom

Of sweet faces made of soup cans

And long hair of mops and ribbon.

And I find him in the 40s,

In his 50s, starts to shiver

At the cold wind from the north

Blowing from home way down to Georgia,

Where he stands there in that doorway,

Framed by statues like at Biltmore,

But not stoic like a rich man’s,

More like whimsical and magic,

More like robots built of trash cans,

More like beauty in the outcasts,

More like home for someone like me,

Someone alien,

Discarded,

Someone made of trash and junk

Like broken toasters and old washers,

Someone made by Sam’s own hands,

The son of Sam,

Sam’s only daughter.

And I swear I’m not a killer

And my father isn’t either

But he’ll rearrange your furniture

If you mess with him

Or hurt his holy daughters.

Please, Sam, don’t be alarmed

By these words I weave like afghans

Crowding my small living room

In search of small morsels of comfort.

It’s a metaphor,

Open front door

Your paintings by the masters,

Not like Rembrandt

But like dancers

Who just dance because they have to,

Like possessed by something other,

Like an alien abduction

Never leaving your own bedroom,

Only rearranging bedsheets,

Only rearranging pillows,

Leaving you in upside down land

Where the smiles turn to frowns

But then you stand back on your head,

Remember evil dies as dead

As your goodwill.

So be good,

Be good like Sam is,

Be good, goodness,

Go and love him.

But take no shit from the monkeys

In your head

Or the post office

And when Christians cut your hair

When hair was down below your elbows,

Simply ask how much you owe them,

Pay the 15 dollar charges.

Don’t let them raise the hell

They swear they saw in you -

That’s their own haughty sin.

Sam down by the highway

Tells me his most cherished stories

And I tell him some of mine

And we meet beside the doorways

Of the angels like sweet Junior

With his castle made of marbles

With the words born in his head

Just like an unstoppable weather,

Like a storm of good and evil,

Like a storm of god and Satan,

Like a storm of seeing visions

That the world ain’t entertainin.

And in Junior and in Sam,

I see my father and grandfather,

Souls connected like orange freckles

Forming peaches like in Georgia,

Where sweet Sam stands in his doorway

And his dog runs out to chase us,

Takes a ball from Backyard Terrors

And with teeth, she does deflate us,

But the magic of such moments

Is that magic comes from moments

And there’s art in each deflation,

Art in every single turning

Of the big mill wheels of chance

That brought me here to Sam’s own doorway

Where I breathe in his creations

Like an incense straight from China

And I look around in awe

At this small world that he has forged

With his own hands

And his quick mind

And with the love and disappointment in his heart.

Oh Sam,

I cannot stress the full extent of our connection,

Cannot paint the perfect gods I saw rise up in your direction,

Cannot craft the perfect poem to capture how, with you,

I felt like I was home.

Love is not a dollar,

Love is not a Supercenter,

Love is not a finite resource

Like crude oil or trees or rivers.

Love is everywhere you look

If you can look in the right places.

Love is in the naked mannequins,

The robots and the faces.

And the love is there cuz Sam is

And Sam loves because he has to,

Despite all the disappointment,

All the cold misunderstandings.

I think Sam loves cuz he knows the opposite of light is frigid

And it’s dark down there and soulless and he’s been there on that boat,

Yes he has rowed within the darkness,

In the ravages of human,

In the sea of crying souls,

In the screaming out for Jesus.

And Sam found his little lighthouse,

Realized it was a river the whole time.

He dragged his boat ashore

And made some people out of oars

And he spoke to them so kindly

And, like Wilson, he adored them,

And they taught him then what love is,

Love is realizing you’ve always been home.

Sam is in his home now,

Curled with Mama kitty, likely,

He’s reflecting on his day,

Arranging inspiration nightly

Like a yard museum of love,

Of everlasting, aching love

That will withstand every bulldozer

And live on in those who know him.

Sam’s love will live on in me

And will live on in my own daughter,

Will live on in wooden scraps that

He gives out to his familiars.

I’ll carry Sam now with me daily

Til the day that I move onward,

And I’ll love him like an angel,

I will love him like a father,

I will love him because love is all we’re left with

When they tear the forests down.

Sam heard it and so I did

Because I heard Sam so fully

And I mourn for his lost trees,

But I know that he will surely

Find a way to plant another

And another and another

And soon trees will grow like love

In every son and every mother,

Like this single mother staring

At the paintings on the wall,

Knowing that I am here with love

And love is here with me,

For love is all we are.

[mad-hatter-rici]

Very quick and horrible doodle of my Version of Godzilla Jr. aka Kazuhiko (means harmonious Prince, he renamed himself at some point because junior didn’t suit him in his eyes... Godzilla still calls him junior though...)

After seeing @ruubesz-draws​  wonderful versions of Mothra and Godzilla as humans i just had to draw Junior! (the two kids with jr. belong to ruubesz-draws! they are NOT mine )

AS a little child during summer vacation i was at my grannies in Austria and they showed all the Kaiju movies.  I emember watching all the movies with Godzilla and his son.  My favorites were the ones with Mothra and Godzilla jr.

I am since a long time a fan of the queen of monsters (I literally pushed my grandpa off the couch so i could watch mothra movies btw ) and i started to get Godzilla fever again after seeing King of the monsters in theaters. Mothra is so beautiful and i hope we see her again.

Anyways back to Junior aka Kazuhiko. I thought he might be a more gentler and less battle happy version of godzilla. While he does know how to fight he secretly started to study and works for monarch to create a better understanding between the humans and the Kaijus. No one knows he is actually the prince of monsters, they simply think he is a talented young scientist who has created a new way to communicate with Godzilla. While he actually speaks in the Titans language with the others. . He often tries to reason with his father, keeping him away from destroying cities or to cause trouble to the humans.  

I wanted to show Juniors Japanese roots with his name and that’s why he addresses Godzilla as otōsan (father ). I believe he would adress mothra as

" Rippana haha"  (honorable mother ) or sometimes simply as "o-kāsan" always being very polite and respectful. Also if i could draw battle armor he would have a samurai armor for his battle mode.

I really like to think of him as a kind big brother, who loves to babysit and play with his siblings. And also who will put his father in his place if he is to fed up with his grumpy attitude XD (also Rodan beware, he is a sucker for manners and does not like people teaching his siblings swear words not matter in what language )

anyways i'm sorry for the crappy quality i will try to at least make the sibling one better these days. Hope ya like him fellas! ;D

[intermundia]

i've been debating this in my head for years and i'm still not sure which side i land on. some people argue that obi-wan leaves anakin alive on mustafar because he can't bear to actually strike the killing blow against someone he loves so much who has become so unredeemably wicked. others argue that obi-wan leaves anakin alive on mustafar, burning and suffering, as an act of anger and revenge.

My gut instinct is that it is the former, but let's dig into the Legends and Canon sources and see what they have to say. Moving from least canonical to most canonical:

The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi by Ryder Windham:

"You were the Chosen One!" Obi-Wan shouted. Anakin retained his prosthetic right arm, and as he struggled to pull himself away from the lava, his eyes continued to blaze with fury at Obi-Wan. "It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them!" Obi-Wan continued. "Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!" Unable to look at his former apprentice, he turned away. He spied Anakin's fallen lightsaber, and bent down to pick it up before he turned to look at Anakin again. "I hate you!" Anakin roared. Obi-Wan stood in silence, stunned as he faced the seething, ruined remains of Anakin. "You were my brother, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, "I loved you." Anakin's clothes caught fire, and he screamed as he was suddenly engulfed in flames. For a moment, Obi-Wan hesitated. He's gone, Obi-Wan thought. Anakin is gone. Obi-Wan finally turned away. Anakin kept screaming.

Revenge of the Sith by Patricia C. Wrede (Junior Novel):

Anakin — no, Obi-Wan reminded himself, not Anakin. Darth Vader. Darth Vader scrabbled at the sand with his metal arm, trying to pull himself away from the lava river. Obi-Wan looked down on his maimed body, and at last felt tears sting his eyes. "You were the Chosen One," he said, not to Darth Vader, but to his dead friend Anakin, the man whose spirit Darth Vader had murdered. "You were supposed to destroy the Sith, not join them. You were supposed to bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness." He swallowed hard. He couldn't see the body through his tears; he could barely make out the shine of Anakin's lightsaber on the ground at his feet. "I hate you!" Vader screamed. As Obi-Wan bent and picked up Anakin's fallen lightsaber, Darth Vader slipped too close to the lava, and his clothes caught fire. In an instant, the flames engulfed him, and he screamed. Obi-Wan stared in horror, unable to make himself move. But as the flames began to die, he murmured his response to Darth Vader's final cry of anger and hate: "You were my brother, Anakin. I loved you." The screams died, and the flames. Dashing tears from his eyes, Obi-Wan turned away — and saw the shuttle coming in to land. Whoever it was, Obi-Wan didn't want to meet him. He ran back to Padmé's skiff. C-3PO and R2-D2 had already taken Padmé on board, and he was glad. All he wanted now was to get away from this place. Later... later he might be able to think about what would come next.

Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover:

Anakin dropped his lightsaber, clawing at the edge of the cliff with his mechanical hand, but his grip was too powerful for the lava bank and it crumbled, and he slid down onto the black sand. His severed legs and his severed arm rolled into the lava below him and burned to ash in sudden bursts of scarlet flame. The same color, Obi-Wan observed distantly, as a Sith blade. Anakin scrabbled at the soft black sand, but struggling only made him slip farther. The sand itself was hot enough that digging his durasteel fingers into it burned off his glove, and his robes began to smolder. Obi-Wan picked up Anakin's lightsaber. He lifted his own as well, weighing both in his hands. Anakin had based his design upon Obi-Wan's. So similar they were. So differently they had been used. "Obi-Wan...?" He looked down. Flame licked at the fringes of Anakin's robe, and his long hair had blackened, and was beginning to char. "You were the chosen one! It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them. It was you who would bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness. You were my brother, Anakin," said Obi-Wan Kenobi. "I loved you, but I could not save you." A flash of metal through the sky, and Obi-Wan felt the darkness closing in around them both. He knew that ship: the Chancellor's shuttle. Now, he supposed, the Emperor's shuttle. Yoda had failed. He might have died. He might have left Obi-Wan alone: the last Jedi. Below his feet, Darth Vader burst into flame. "I hate you," he screamed. Obi-Wan looked down. It would be a mercy to kill him. He was not feeling merciful. He was feeling calm, and clear, and he knew that to climb down to that black beach might cost him more time than he had. Another Sith Lord approached. In the end, there was only one choice. It was a choice he had made many years before, when he had passed his trials of Jedi Knighthood, and sworn himself to the Jedi forever. In the end, he was still Obi-Wan Kenobi, and he was still a Jedi, and he would not murder a helpless man. He would leave it up to the will of the Force. He turned and walked away. After a moment, he began to run. He began to run because he realized, if he was fast enough, there was one thing he still could do for Anakin. He still could do honor to the memory of the man he had loved, and to the vanished Order they both had served. At the landing deck, C-3PO stood on the skiff's landing ramp, waving frantically. "Master Kenobi! Please hurry!" "Where's Padmé?" "Already inside, sir, but she is badly hurt." Obi-Wan ran up the ramp to the skiff's cockpit and fired the engines. As the Chancellor's shuttle curved in toward the landing deck, the sleep mirror-finished skiff streaked for the stars. Obi-Wan never looked back.

None of these reflect any sort of active desire for revenge, but rather more a passive form of allowing the consequences of Vader's actions play out. He is unable to make himself move to act, and withdraws. To grant Vader mercy, to grant him death, is an action that he cannot take.

This is arguably very cruel, but it is in character for him in terms of letting go. His focus immediately pivots to escaping the Emperor and saving Padmé. Anakin is already dead to him, in a way. I think those that want him to be angry and revengeful are kind of projecting onto his character, rather than seeing him for who he really is.

I think Ewan's performance of this moment is telling. Does that look like a face of anger and revenge, or unimaginable grief?

He loves him, and he won’t kill him. He can’t. That’s my read on it.

[jortsaaaaaaart]

Three Hearts- Tendou x Reader x Ushijima

Soulmate AU- updates will be posted to https://archiveofourown.org/works/32830702/chapters/81464533

You remembered Sendai as being cold, so, so cold. The summers were short but they were also filled with many days spent exploring. You were part of a binational family. Your mother was from the United States, your father from Japan. Most of your early childhood was spent bouncing between the two countries before, finally, it was decided that the schools in Japan were much (much) better. It wasn’t too much of a culture shock. But the freedom Sendai offered was intoxicating. In Japanese culture it was perfectly acceptable to send your child out on errands, or let them visit the local park, on their own.

It was on one of these after school excursions that you ran into your future best friend. 

A humid June evening had you trailing along the bank of the local river. Cicadas and the current drowned out almost all other noise. You were debating turning back or taking a wade in the water when you saw a shock of red. There was another kid sitting by the river. One with a pretty vibrant bowl cut. However, when you got closer you realised his hair wasn't the only thing that was red.

"Uh, hey." You murmured, feeling more than a little awkward. "Are you okay?" He almost jumped out of his skin. Wide red eyes snapped towards you before hiding away.

The redhead hastily wiped at his eyes. "Y-Yeah."

"That didn't sound all that convincing." With a sigh you plopped down next to him, watching as he curled in on himself. You'd never been one to mind your own business, not even as a child. Seeing someone crying by themselves was an instant invitation for you to barge in and try to help.

"I'm fine."

"You're crying."

"No I'm not!"

"Hmm. . ." You leaned back, looking over the river. "So what's your name then? If you don't tell me I'll just have to call you cry baby."

“. . . It’s Tendou Satori.” He muttered. Tendou was eyeing you warily, like a stray dog afraid to take a treat from a stranger.

"I'm (L/N) (F/N). If you want me to leave I can, but you just looked so sad sitting here alone." You gave him the warmest smile you could before returning your attention to the water. Satori's red eyes stayed locked on you but he didn't ask you to leave. A few moments passed in silent solidarity before he spoke up.

"I'm usually alone."

"I know how you feel." You sighed.

"You do?"

"Well, yeah. I moved around so much before grade school that I don't know anyone here." You paused. "But, hey, now I know you, right?" Your smile made Tendou forget all about the tears. His cheeks flushed pink under the setting sun.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Asked Satori, who desperately wanted to believe you were being genuine. But years of abuse had a hold on his heart.

You blinked. "Why wouldn't I be nice?"

". . . 'Cause I. . . Everyone says I'm a-"

"Ah! Look guys, it's the monster!" A group of children walked up behind the two of you. They were pointing at Satori with mocking grins. "You shouldn't get so close to him, he'll gobble you up!"

"Monster?" You glanced over at him but he was purposefully avoiding your eyes. If possible he would've liked to completely melt into the grass. Away from everything and everybody. But you weren't sinking into the ground, you were rising up. The bullies took a step back as you stomped up the embankment. "What gives you the right to call him that, huh?"

"W-What?" The ringleader stammered. "You've seen him, he's a freak! He shouldn't be allowed near us normal huma-"

He fell to the ground, clutching his cheek. Everyone's eyes were wide and glued to you. 

"Y- You just punched me!?"

"And I'll do it again!" You stared down the boy while his friends helped him to his feet. Before you could say anything else, or fight a 1 v 4, someone grabbed your hand. Tendou dragged you away while you stuck your tongue out at the still stunned bullies. 

Neither of you would ever forget that day. It was the start of a lifelong friendship, and eventually, something more.

On your first year of middle school you officially learned what soulmates were. It was assumed most parents would give you the talk before then, but the school board wanted youths to be prepared. 

"They taught us about soulmates today in class." You were both lounging around in his room reading the newest Shonen Jump. You sat next to him on the bed, trying to keep up with his reading speed.

"Yeah?" You hummed.

"When you turn 18 your soulmate's name appears on your wrist. . . But, if you're older than them you have to wait for their birthday so the marks can appear at the same time. . . And then some people don't even get a soulmate." He wasn't paying attention to the manga anymore. His eyes were fixed to the floor while his brain waged war against itself. Tendou had been sure you were his soulmate since that first night. The butterflies in his stomach still hadn't gone away and every time he looked at you he felt like a pile of mush. 

But, still, the 'I think you're my soulmate.' died on his tongue replaced with something much more depreciating. "I'm probably one of those people. Monsters don't get soulmates after all." His grin was shaky at best and you saw right through it.

"Don't call yourself that." You chided. "And of course you have a soulmate, Tori. Someone out there doesn't know how lucky they are. Soulmates with the best volleyball ball player ever. And the greatest friend ever, too." 

You flopped down, holding your wrist in front of you. "I don't know if I'm excited or nervous."

"Well, it's a good thing, isn't it? Having a soulmate? You'll have someone who belongs with you and will love you no matter what." You pouted at him and he smiled, continuing with his speech. "I can't wait till we turn eighteen. And I know you can't wait either. Even if you're being a baby now."

Tendou had your eighteenth birthday planned out for years. Step one, he'd take you to the river where you met. Step two, shower you with presents and affection. And step three, wait for your soulmate's name, his name, to appear. Step four (profit), live happily ever after. However, like many things in life, it didn't go quite as planned.

On March 21st, right after the end of your final year of junior high, your mother died. It wasn't a shock, she had been sick for months, but the pain was still unbearable. Your mother's side of the family wanted to bury her in the family plot. An old tradition from an old, rural, part of America. Your father gladly handed the responsibility off to them. 

Tendou remembered begging his parents to let him see you off at the airport. He remembered how red and puffy your eyes were, the sad smile on your face when you promised him you'd be back soon. 

But you weren't. 

Your father was in no shape to take care of you. Burying himself in his work to try and forget his loss. February came around and you had your 16th birthday in America. The first year of highschool had started without you. Tendou sent you pictures from Shiratorizawa every day, making you promise to try and get back as soon as possible.

Another February came and went. Your father was getting better and you were slowly but surely convincing him Japan was the right place for you to be. Tendou texted you every day, talking to you about his volleyball matches, his friend Ushijima, how much he missed you. 

It was your third year of highschool and finally, finally, you were heading home. You told Tendou the news as soon as you knew. He seemed even more excited than you. You knew why, even if you didn't say it. Tendou had always been the one you thought of when you imagined your soulmate. But. . . There was something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. The whole thing made you nervous, so you kept your feelings to yourself. 

Tendou stayed up all night on your birthday, hoping, praying. His eyes never left his wrist for a second and finally at 2:45 a.m. , something happened. Your name, in your sloppy, too quick, handwriting, appeared. The relief of ten years of wondering washed over him. He laughed, breathless and giddy. He immediately messaged you, sending you a picture of his wrist before a barrage of messages, most of them legible.

A minute passed by, then ten, then twenty. . .

You had to see it too, right? So why hadn't you said anything? You hadn't called, texted, or, hell, even emailed him. Tendou started to feel his heart sink with each passing moment. 

What if you were disappointed?

Tendou's breath caught in his throat and he could feel his face burn. His phone clattered to the ground as he sank down into his bed. He tried to calm himself down, he didn't know what time it was where you were. Maybe you were out celebrating your birthday or sleeping? He just needed to sleep it off and give you time to respond.

Chest tight, Tendou waited. He waited till hours turned to days and suddenly it was March and his heart was broken. He wasn't sure what was going on at this point. You two had almost never gone a day without talking. But you hadn't read any of his texts or snaps. Eventually he stopped messaging you all together.

But he hadn't given up. He knew you were flying back to Japan soon and he was determined to ask you what the hell was going on.

By mid March you had moved back into your old home. Your father had graciously gotten a moving company for you and your meager belongings. Somehow he failed to show up himself though. You didn't blame him though, he was busy and you haven't been the best company recently. Before leaving America your grandma had begun calling you the walking dead. You were barely sleeping, your eyes were puffy with designer bags hanging heavily underneath. She understood why you were feeling so down and she was empathetic, but the rest of your small town wasn't.

You thought about the timing of it all as you began to unpack. The first box, full of books and notes, was barely empty before the doorbell rang.

Tendou was standing on your doorstep. Your soulmate was standing before you, and your first thought was to shrink back and pretend you weren't home.

He rang the bell again. "(Y/N)! I know you're home! I just. . . I just want to talk okay? . . . Please?"

Tendou stepped back as the door swung open. You were holding your wrist close to your chest, looking anywhere but at him. He could see how red your eyes were, though, and thought they matched his completely.

"Why?" He muttered. One pitiful idiot to another. "Was it so fucking awful? Having my name on your wrist?"

"It wasn't. . ." You started. "Tendou, it wasn't just your name." 

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Follower Recs

Stories I haven’t read yet, but clearly need to put on my ever-expanding List.

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Welcome back queen [Thank you, it’s so lovely to be back!] if ur still doing follower recs I gotta recommend I would wait for a thousand years by bleuett it’s soooooooo good

[This one was actually recced to me by two different people, the other of whom said, “ Maybe I'm crying a little so I feel like a should recommend ‘I would wait for a thousand years’ by bleuett on ao3.”]... it’s def. on my List!

I would wait for a thousand years

by bleuett (T, 10k, wangxian)

Summary:  During the worst of winter, a traveler comes to stay at Lan Wangji's inn. He wears a red ribbon in his hair.

“Do you see the rabbit?” Wei Ying asks and points at the moon. “That’s the moon rabbit, he helps make Chang’e more immortality elixir. He keeps Chang’e company.”

“I do not wish the rabbit for company,” Lan Wangji says tightly. “You are the one I want by my side.”

“And I’m here, Lan Zhan. If you go to the moon, I’ll follow you, I’ll always be here now.”

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I just read a great fic by aisthuu "every love story is a ghost story", didn't see it in your recs so wanted to recommend it! LWJ is a guqin composer and teacher, buys a cheap guqin off eBay which ends up being attached to WWX's spirit from canon era. It's bittersweet, LWJ deals with Lan's homophobia (implicit in a Lan way) and his feelings towards the ghost. This is author's only ao3 fic and honestly I don't remember how I stumbled upon it, but I'm happy I did and hope you will enjoy it too!  [I’ve recently read this one, and loved it!]

every love story is a ghost story

by aisthuu (M, 59k, wangxian, my bookmark)

Summary:  The man is in Lan Zhan’s bed. Did they—he begins to wonder, eyes trailing to where the man’s body lies under the blanket. Had Lan Zhan—?

Then the sleep-fog clears and Lan Zhan realizes that the young man isn’t quite opaque around the edges.

“You’re a spirit.”

The spirit narrows its eyes. “I’m so much more than that.”

(Lan Zhan buys a guqin off eBay for a suspiciously low price, only to find that it’s haunted. And now there’s a ghost in his bed.)

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Ok so I absolutely have to rec "see you yesterday" by glyphic. It's a wip, but it's currently at 101k so there's a whole lot there, and it's terrible and wonderful and beautiful all at once. The way the backstory of canon events is adapted to the modern-with-cultivation setting is brilliant, and then there's the amnesia, and then there's the time loop. This fic lives permanently rent-free in my brain.

see you yesterday

by glyphic (M, 101k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  

Wei Ying 21:09 hey lan zhan what’s the weirdest way youve died

Lan Zhan 21:11 Falling encyclopedias.

Wei Ying 21:12 omg no way that’s so rude turning books against you???

Lan Zhan 21:13 A betrayal I will never forget.

On Halloween night, an exiled demonic cultivator and a Lan disciple get stuck in a time-loop, find each other, and try to figure it all out.

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If you are looking for recs for yourself I absolutely love (the complete!) story Just as the Snow Melts by draechali on AO3. It's a canon divergence where everyone lives, even WWX! ~ @airmidcelt

Just as the Snow Melts

by draechaeli (T, 67k, wangxian)

Summary:  Like a snowy mountain top in spring the residents of the Burial Mounds trickled down the mountain and joined the flow of society.

“I went to the Burial Mounds,” Lan WangJi said.

“Ah, yeah… I’m sorry Lan Zhan,” replied Wei WuXian, “I hadn’t thought anyone would come to visit. I am still not sure how it happened; I brought A-Yuan to Yiling to play by the river and then ended up somehow teaching a bunch of children swimming and writing along with him.”

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Hello! It's come to my attention that you have not as yet read Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation! Please do! It's the only thing that gave me joy during 2020 😆 like proper belly laughs and disney villain style cackling. It is a wip, and it is long but so so worth it!! The author has reworked the entire canon through these message crystals and still conveys complex characters despite the tricky format. It's just so good!! Highly highly recommend it! ❤ ~ @theladypeartree  [Oh!  I’ve been subscribed to this one, and know that @swaglexander-the-great is a reliable provider of Hilarity, so I’m excited for it to be finished!]

Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation 

by Hades_the_Blingking (T, 49k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  The Untamed universe is exactly the same, except everybody has magical crystals that have a suspiciously familiar messaging system. The story is pretty much the same as the show, except everyone lives!! (so minor changes).

or in which Wei WuXian tries his darndest to date Lan Zhan, Jiang Cheng possibly has a aneurysm, Jin ZiXuan is still the most awkward human alive, and Xue Yang makes me write some VERY cursed things. Written in chatfic format! :3

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Chomrafy on AO3 deserves love and encouragement; she’s written a body of compact, poetic, and eloquent shortfics each of which can stand alone, but that comprise an intricately cross-referential and mostly internally-consistent universe. They’re grouped as chapters in works according to theme; for example, “in cupped hands” focuses upon Jin Ling and his second-generation baggage; “Departure in Autumn” portrays the last years of WWX’s first life. Follow the tag “Chomrafy’s MDZS shortfics.” [I don’t see this tag?]

in cupped hands

by chomrafy (G, 2k, wangxian)

Summary:  Of secrets, of futures, of love. A Jin Ling-centric collection of 200-word fics.

Ch.1: Jin Ling repays a debt (JL, JC, & WWX). Ch.2: Jin Ling and a ghost in the mirror. (JL & JYL) Ch.3: A matter of friends (JL & the other kids) Ch.4: In this house we don't keep dogs (JC & WWX) Ch.5: In the end, he remains silent (JL & uncles) Ch.6: A first night hunt, of sorts (JL & the other kids) Ch.7: Jin Ling, forgiving, forgetting (JL & LXC & JGY) Ch.8: Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling argue (JL, JC, & WWX) Ch.9: Jin Ling and his father (JL & JC) Ch.10: Jin Ling speaks up (JL, JC, & WWX) Ch.11: Jin Ling and a piece of home (JL, JC, & WWX)

Departure in Autumn

by chomrafy (not rated, 6k)

Summary:  Four perspectives. A steady march to the end.

Ch.1: Because if anything happens to them, Wen Qing would never be able to heal with these hands again. Ch.2: As long as this is still home, Jiang Yanli will wait as long as she needs to. Ch.3: Five times Jiang Cheng reaches for Wei Wuxian, one time he turns away. Ch.4: Whether the road is broad or narrow, bright or dark, they would have to keep walking. Wei Wuxian digs Wen Qing's grave.

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Hello, hope all is going well. I don't have an ask, by I do have a recommendation. I read this fic a while ago and found it again. I just wanted to recommend this for everyone. Let me know what you think please. Thank you. [Oh!  This one’s in my To Read list, but  I’d forgotten about it.  Mmmm, fox!wwx and dragon!lwj.]

Ten miles of Lotus Flowers

by Yukirin_Snow

M, 274k, wangxian

Summary:  He was a mischievous fox spirit, wreaking havoc where he went, about to depart on a journey that would span centuries.

He was a heavenly prince, a proud dragon destined to ascend the throne to become emperor.

Neither expected their paths to collide over the span of three lives.

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I forgot if it was your blog 😥 that recommended “Bestseller” (when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21528316/chapters/51318766)

But OMG IT WAS HILARIOUS!!! I LOVED IT!! And if it wasn’t your blog, I’m so sorry for how weird this sounds 😭😭😭😭 I just loved this fic so much that I have to tell it to someone 😢 [It’s on my List, but I haven’t read it yet!]

Bestseller

by pupeez4eva

M, 8k, wangxian

Summary:  He had written the book to prove a point. It was never supposed to be a big thing, and he certainly never intended for everyone — Jiang Cheng, Zewu-Jun, the Juniors, literally everyone— to be reading about his sex life.

Oh God, he definitely needed to make sure Lan Zhan didn’t find out about this.

(Or, when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit).

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I’d like to rec On Your Marks, Get Set, Bake! by @blackwiresgrowonherhead

It’s one of my absolute favorites and I laughed out loud so many times when reading it

on your marks, get set, bake!

by BlackWiresOnHerHead

G, 41k, wei wuxian & juniors

Summary:  Jin Ling resumes thumping on the door to room 721, and the small collection of freshmen starts chanting “Senior Wei! Senior Wei! Senior Wei!” with increasing volume until finally Wei Wuxian opens the door.

“Yes?” he says with his widest, most innocent eyes.

“Senior Wei!” demands Lan Jingyi, shoving himself to the front of the group. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re a contestant on this year’s season of The Great Gusu Bake Off?!?”

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Several months ago, college student Wei Wuxian secretly competed in the most popular reality show in the country. The show starts airing in the fall. The freshmen in his dorm collectively lose their minds.

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If you're in the mood for v. short ridiculous fun fic, may I suggest My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio by x_los It's 2k modern cultivators AU, featuring WWX calling LWJ's sword Bitchin' [omg I’m laughing so hard] and I think it's more fun going in blind?

My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio

by x_los

T, 2k, wangxian

Summary:  Lan Wangji finds he doesn't even need to call for help for Wei Wuxian to come running.

[cricketnationrise]

haus kitchen, 1:55pm

River doesn’t look up from his laptop when he hears footsteps. There’s only a few people it could be, and anyway, he needs to finish this paper for his junior seminar at five. He’s got an instrumental playlist up on Spotify, his tea is at the perfect temperature, and Ford made cookies earlier that he’s using as a reward system.

He’s in the zone. There’s no reason why any one person in the kitchen would distract him. He’s worked under way noisier conditions.

A sigh.

He continues typing, checking his notes occasionally. One page to go to hit the requirement. He thinks there might be something familiar about the sigh, but as nothing else happens he doesn’t even look up.

Another sigh as the fridge is opened. And then - a choked off breath.

He looks up, alarmed. He doesn’t know why he knows that’s Hops, but he does. And Hops isn’t supposed to be here right now. He’s got class at two on the other side of campus. More to the point, he’s supposed to have been in class all day today.

“Hops?” he says softly, trying not to startle him.

“Oh,” Hops says, not turning around, just staring into the fridge like he wants to crawl inside, “Hey, Bully.”

Well, if he wasn’t already worried, he would be now. Hops is one of the most cheerful people he knows. Something is definitely up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Hops says distantly, as if on autopilot.

All the bells are going off in River’s head, his brain hoisting all the colours (if the colours are all red).

“Hops.” Hops winces. River tries again, softer, “Jon. It doesn’t seem like your doing okay. And I’d like it if you told me about it, but I understand if you aren’t up to it.”

Another sigh. But at least he turns around and River meets his eyes and oh-

Hops is crying.

River doesn’t hesitate, just shoves his chair back and strides over to him, gently pulls his hand off the fridge handle to let the door close, and oh so carefully hugs Hops as tight as he can.

“Mpffph,” comes from Hops but from the tone, he’s not disgruntled, he’s relieved. So River just hangs on and moderates his breathing, hoping Hops will match it and be able to calm down.

He hears the front door open and the vague strains of Louis’ music through his ever-present headphones before the man himself appears in the doorway.

Louis freezes in the doorway, assessing for a moment before cutting his music, dropping his backpack, headphones, and many-zippered jacket on the floor. He joins the hug in two quick strides without a word.

River’s not sure how long the three of them stand there, but eventually Hops starts to extract himself, and they gently release him.

“Thanks guys.”

“Got your back,” River and Louis say together, grinning a little at the jinx.

“Anything we can do? Or anything you want to talk about?” River asks, biting his lip a little.

“I just - my grandpa died.”

“Oh shit,” breathes Louis. Hard same River thinks, hugging Hops again. Hops is, or well, was, extremely close to his grandfather. The whole Haus had met him at family weekend last year. Grandpa Jim was a riot. Even Dex and Nursey stopped bickering when he was around.

“I just came down to get some water and maybe a snack before going back to bed,” Hops says, still sniffling.

“On it,” River says, grabbing some of Ford’s cookies, a banana, and a red gatorade (Hops’ favorite). He starts steering Hops toward the stairs, motioning for Louis to grab their Hazeapalooza blankets off their place of honor on the couch.

Together he and Louis manhandle Hops into bed, tucking their blankets around him, while leaving his arms free for the food. He eats quietly, and River can’t think of anything to fucking say. He wishes he could ease Hops’ pain, but he knows the only way out is through. That he just has to let him be sad, and let Hops know that River is there for him - whatever he needs.

Hops eventually falls asleep, and River and Louis sneak out the door and head back down to the kitchen. Louis gathers his stuff to take down to the bungalow.

He technically still has time to finish his paper and go to class. But instead, he sends his professor what he as a gesture of good faith with a note saying there’s been a death in the family and he won’t complete the assignment on time. Sorry for the late notice, I’ll get it to you as soon as possible.

He then digs through his email, looking for the recipe he knows is in there somewhere.  He is still pulling out ingredients when Louis comes back up.

“I texted the rest of the team without Hops. So they know what happened. Kinda lucky that the seniors are out of town right now, less overwhelming, probably. What are you making?”

“Grandpa Jim’s cinnamon bread.”

“We have everything? I can go on a Murder run if need be.”

“We've got everything.”

“Cool,” Louis says, washing his hands.

And the two of them make bread.

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MDZS fics i treasure (3)

parts 1, 2

Bet Your Heart by Vamillepudding

[general, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 14k, completed]

wwx decides to seduce lxc during his stay in gusu. spoiler alert, he seduces the wrong brother. this one definitely made it into my favourite humour fics, it’s lighthearted with the usual mutual pining and some hurt/comfort with an ALMOST bed sharing (you’ll see what i mean). the line that got me cackling over this was “i’ve taken a vow of abstinence”, ugh this fic is just so cute

cloudy autumn heaps the sky by anatheme

[teen and up, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 23k, completed]

DRAGON LWJ AND FOX WWX. GEGE WWX. SCREAMS. oh my god i just read this today and i am in love. this one veers towards fantasy, but the world building isn’t as different as the one in mdzs, there’s just some little additions and they’re well integrated. their first meeting is on the cloud recesses rooftop and they still have a sword fight i’m crying. ugh just strangers to friends to lovers gege wwx and didi lwj, with wwx spoiling lwj, lots of bed sharing and hints of arranged marriage? this baby’s got it all. GO READ.

Covered in Bees by ScarlettStorm

[teen and up, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 8k, completed]

modern beekeeping wangxian au. yes you read that right. bees. THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND FLUFFY, i love meet-cute fics so much and this one’s a fresh take on it. it’s just wwx being cute with all his questions about the bees and lwj indulging him. lots of flirting with bee puns and facts, i really enjoyed this !!

How a Pediatrician Likes His Eggs by yeolinski

[mature, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 7k, completed]

modern wangxian and their hospital shenanigans. i absolutely adore this, it’s so fluffy and the meet-ugly is one of a kind: pediatrician lwj keeps parking his car in head of surgical team wwx’s spot for three weeks and wwx is over it and keys lwj’s car. my favourite part is lwj keeping wwx’s a** p****** (READ THE FIC TO FIGURE OUT THE ASTERISKS)

Lynchpin by @shanastoryteller

[not rated, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 103k, completed]

reader, i am going to marry this fic. this is definitely my favourite time travel fix it fic. IT IS AMAZING. this is written in jiang cheng’s pov and i find that it addresses a lot of our what-ifs: “what if jc knew wwx gave him his core?”, “what if jc and yanli were more assertive towards protecting wwx during the sunshot campaign?”, “what if wangxian realized their feelings earlier?” this fic is an honest to god GEM, it’s just jiang cheng fixing everything through the power of brotherly love and i am sobbing because guys, the three of them really did stay together. just do yourself a favour and read it, also, nie mingjue is everyone’s da-ge confirmed

Children of the River by Achromos

[mature, lan xichen/jiang wanyin, 83k, completed]

xicheng is one of my favourite side ships and this fic is such a slow burn, i highly recommend it ! xichen emerges from seclusion and finds out yunmeng jiang is no longer one of the four greatest sects so xichen decides to help jiang cheng to distract himself from his grief. the found family feels is so good in this one and i find that there’s not enough lan xichen healing fics so i was happy to discover this one

It’s easier to let me go (let me hold you) by Iamthedarkoverlord

[mature, lan xichen/jiang wanyin, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 24k, complete]

this one is so, so heavy. like make you cry heavy and also lots of hurt/comfort. this fic is jiang cheng focused and deals with suicidal thoughts, there is a *suicide attempt* so please be careful reading this. my thoughts? jiang cheng needs to be wrapped in blankets and hugged very, very tightly. the ending is also very hopeful but i guarantee that the other chapters will make you sob

no certainty of doors between us by betts

[teen and up, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 6k, completed]

wangxian are roommates, lwj thinks he despises wwx, keyword: thinks (he’s in love with him but we already know that). i’m such a sucker for roommates fic i will devour any fic with this trope oh and add in some clothes sharing, bed sharing, one-sided enemies to lovers (from lwj’s pov), and lots of hugging... well, i’m sold. also that one scene where lwj’s trying to ask wwx what’s wrong oh my god i love it so much i can relate so hard and when lwj buys chili oil for wwx *sigh* domesticity at its finest

Oh, The Weather Outside is Frightful by feenwitch

[explicit, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 21k, completed]

because it’s winter, i present to you, snowboarders wangxian !!! of course, it’s enemies to lovers i mean what did you expect from me? this centers around coaches wangxian getting together while herding the juniors around in the snow and you can’t forget the classic *drum roll* getting stuck together in a cabin and it’s so cold that they just have to huddle together for warmth, also olympic winner lwj ! i always find myself re-reading this one, it’s so fluffy

paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3

[explicit, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 53k, completed]

MODERN SINGLE DAD LWJ WITH ART TEACHER WWX? I AM SOLD. or in which dadji accidentally co-parents with a-yuan’s art teacher. the result is me melting, this is the softest thing ever, even the way they pine in this one is the softest. wwx paints lwj + a-yuan a bunny picture, lwj composes wangxian for wwx, there’s also some making out in an art gallery. if you’re looking for a comfort fic, this would be the perfect one

the recluse at the end of the moonlit path by b_ofdale

[teen and up, lan wangji/wei wuxian, 28k, completed]

what if wwx dies of old age after post-canon and gets reincarnated in the modern world? you get this fic. immortal lwj just waiting for his lover to return after all of these years... give me the tissues already damn. also photographer wwx hello? and lwj builds him a dark room? LWJ IS ALWAYS BESOTTED NO MATTER THE TIMELINE. 

[stiltonbasket]

See, I'm the terrible person who would ask for a kidnapping situation in the Renouncement verse regardless of Sizhui's feelings on the matter =D

(author’s note: please please reblog if you can, since that’s how we get prompts for future chapters!)

When Wei Wuxian opens his eyes, he is dimly aware that the last time he was conscious, he was somewhere else. 

In fact (unless he is very much mistaken) he was out on a night hunt with Sizhui and Jingyi; the three of them went to investigate a demon boar near the border between Gusu and Zhoushan, and Ouyang Zizhen and Jin Ling both joined them there. Wei Wuxian went scouting ahead with Chenqing as he usually does, cautioning the juniors to keep back until he could get a good look at the beast and decide if it was something the boys could safely defeat, and then he remembers slapping at the back of his neck to kill a biting insect and finding a silver needle there instead. 

And then the world went black around him, dissolving into a shadowy realm of pain and invisible snarling creatures only a few feet away, and someone laughing—laughing from somewhere high above him, while Wei Wuxian lifted his feet to run and discovered that they were chained to the ground. 

And after that, there was nothing. 

“Lan Zhan?” he croaks, reaching out until his hand catches on soft silk and then at the end of what feels like his husband’s forehead ribbon. “Lan Zhan, where are we?”

Someone pulls back a curtain, at that, letting so much light into the room that Wei Wuxian covers his eyes, and someone else bursts into tears, while a third person (most likely Jingyi, he decides) flings himself out the door and yells for Lan Xichen. 

“Jingyi,” Wei Wuxian moans, vaguely aware of the quivering hands helping him sit upright against a pillow. “Not so loud, I—”

I’m in the jingshi. 

How did I get back here…?

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says—and oh, Lan Zhan is here, climbing up onto the bed beside him and embracing him so tightly that Wei Wuxian can scarcely breathe. “I should have come with you, I should have known something would go wrong!” 

He must be the one who was crying, Wei Wuxian realizes, because tears are trickling onto his head, and every part of Lan Zhan’s body is shaking so hard that he can feel it through the six layers of robes his husband seems to have wrapped him in.

“Tell me where it hurts, xingan. We bandaged the bites, and the scratches, but I—I could not wake you to ask if anything else had gone wrong, even though Xiongzhang was certain you were only in shock, and you—”

“What happened?” he manages to say at last, after forcing his eyes fully open and glancing around their bedroom. Lan Qiren’s shadow is just visible behind the privacy screen, sitting at Lan Zhan’s qin with his hands frozen on the strings and so clearly relieved that he has actually begun to slouch a little, and Wei Wuxian can hear Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling shouting at each other (or possibly at some poor Lan healer) on the porch outside. “A-Yuan and I went after a demon boar, not—not—”

“You were kidnapped,” his husband whispers. “Someone had lured the demon boar out of Zhoushan and into Gusu territory to trap you, they knew I was away in Qinghe with Xiongzhang, and so you were stolen away the moment you left Sizhui’s sight in the forest. He heard footsteps leading away from the spot, but he thought they were yours, and so—”

Wei Wuxian shakes his head. “That doesn’t make any sense, Lan Zhan. How did they even get hold of me?”

“Xiongzhang found a needle-prick in your neck,” Lan Zhan tells him, as Wei Wuxian puts his hand up to feel for it. “It was laced with some kind of seizing poison, he said. And the dose was low enough for a non-cultivator to be affected by it, which means that they knew about your golden core.”

That would explain it, certainly, because when Wei Wuxian woke in that other place—the place with chains and slavering beasts and cries that sounded like they came from human throats, though they were not human in the slightest—someone had said something about his golden core, from far overhead so that he could scarcely hear it, and then there were teeth sinking into his arms, his shoulders, right before he thrust his hands straight into something cold and sticky like old rotting meat and closed his hands around bone. 

“Come back, sweetheart,” he hears his husband call. “I’m here, Wei Ying. I’m here.”

“How did I get out?” he asks, when Lan Zhan brings him a cup of mint tea to settle his stomach and produces another blanket from his sleeve to drape around Wei Wuxian’s shoulders. “And who kidnapped me, anyway?”

“Someone whose father and grandfather died at Bu Ye Tian, from what we discovered. There were many others involved, all with grievances against you, and from their accents I believe some might have been connected to Lanling Jin.”

“...You mean you don’t know for sure?”

“They attempted to stand in my way when I reached the place you were being held,” Lan Zhan tells him. “I—did not see any reason to preserve their lives, at the time. The few who surrendered were questioned by Nie Huaisang, and we thought he would turn them over to Gusu Lan to face justice, but instead he requested Xiongzhang’s permission to execute them.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyes go wide. “And Xichen-ge let him?”

“Do you know what they did to you?” Lan Zhan asks, instead of answering the question. “Can you even remember?”

“Ah, Lan Zhan, you know I have a terrible memory. I barely even remember the last siege on Qishan, because of all the resentment I was channeling, and it couldn’t have been that bad if you—”

“They threw you into a cellar filled with fierce corpses and left you there to die,” his husband chokes, openly weeping now as he pulls Wei Wuxian back into his arms and sobs into his hair. “You—they had gagged you, so you would not be able to whistle—” and that explains the strange raw feeling of Wei Wuxian’s mouth, now that he thinks about it— “and they left Chenqing behind on the spot where they took you, because they could neither break it nor take it with them, and you had nothing to fight the corpses with but the leg bones you tore out of the rotten ones—”

He does remember that, oddly enough. 

“How did you find me, then?” he wonders. “How was there even time?”

“I was already on my way back to the Cloud Recesses, and when I reached it I found Shufu and Xiongzhang arranging a search party. “Sizhui summoned Wen Ning, and I followed. It was—when we reached you, it was almost—”

His face twists, and another river of tears drips down his face and soaks Wei Wuxian’s blankets. 

“I almost lost you again, sweetheart,” he whispers, “and it was my fault, again.”

___

Several hours later, after Lan Xichen examines him and declares him perfectly healthy aside from the bruises and corpse bites, Wei Wuxian finally makes his way to the kitchen table with A-Yu whimpering in his arms and sinks down onto a bench while Lan Zhan prepares a serving of plain white egg congee with tiny slivers of diced meat in it, seasoned with only salt and pepper because Wei Wuxian had been sick when Jingyi and Sizhui brought him a bowl of his favorite spicy guqiao mixian earlier that afternoon. 

He would have loved to soothe the uneasy feeling in his chest by burning it out with chili oil, but his stomach had rebelled—probably because of the corpse-stench he spent hours breathing last night, Lan Xichen suggested—and denied him that comfort, too. 

“Don’t cry,” he murmurs, rocking his son back and forth as Lan Zhan puts a spoonful of warm porridge between his lips and then feeds some to Xiao-Yu. “See, your Papa made congee for us, Yu’er. Be a good boy and eat some, ah?”

Xiao-Yu turns his head away and wails into Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. “No! A-Yu wants noodles!”

“Xiao-Yu, baobei, it’s been a long day, and Papa is very tired,” Wei Wuxian pleads, picking up the spoon himself and holding it up to the baby’s stubborn mouth. “It’s good, sweetheart. Try some.”

“Hush, my love,” Lan Zhan says quietly. “You must eat enough, Wei Ying, since you have had nothing since last night. Wait here for a moment, and I will fetch the noodles. He wants the guqiao mixian A-Yuan brought, that is all, and there is plenty left over.”

And he was beside himself when his A-Niang did not come home, no matter how much he cried for him, Lan Zhan doesn’t say. He watched his own mother die before you adopted him, and when Jingyi returned alone...

“I won’t go anywhere again,” he promises—close to Xiao-Yu’s tiny ears, but with his eyes fixed on Lan Zhan’s. “A-Die won’t leave you, A-Yu. Don’t be scared, hm?”

“Xiao-Yu was scared!” the toddler sobs, rubbing his button nose against Wei Wuxian’s arm and leaving a damp trail of tears all down his sleeve. “A-Niang, no go!”

“I won’t, I won’t. Don’t cry, Xiao-Yu, I’m here!”

Lan Zhan pulls them both into his arms, at that, and the three of them sit together near the hearth until the porridge goes cold. Lan Zhan still insists on feeding it to them, though, and then on tucking them both into bed with Wei Wuxian sleeping in the middle so A-Yu and Lan Zhan can keep him warm.

(He loves his family so very much, especially in times like these.)

[zhuilingyizhen]

zhuilingyizhen coffee shop au

I remember I saw someone say that wn always owns a coffee shop in these AUs, and to that I say, yeah pretty much. (ft. wangningxian and jyl x jzx x wq)

Wen Ning owns a cute little coffee shop! He supports his baby cousin, Wen Yuan, for the first couple years.

Wen Qing runs her own practice, for children though, across the street, and three very frequent customers happen to be two Jins & a Jiang, if you get who I’m talking about. 0-0

jl and wy (turned lsz later, long story) probably played a little together as kids but it’s not super important

Anyways, wn’s coffee shop probably burns down or something in a series of arson attaccs against the Wen family. Wq’s practice doesn’t get destroyed though, and she gets some help from a certain extremely rich couple who used to go to her.

But wn is super worried bc his wittle bb cousin is gone 0-0

And then a Yuan runs off and falls into a river and dies.

Jk jk, he almost dies! And loses his memory. He’s about 6 at the time, btw. Some stranger (COUGH WWX COUGH) finds this little baby dRowNinG and saves him, bc ofc only wwx would be suspiciously near a river in the middle of nowhere.

Wwx takes keeps him for a couple days, but realizes that he has no clue how to parent, so he takes him to the Lan orphanage.

(Yes, the Lans run an orphanage and you can take this hc from my dead, cold hands.)

(Seriously, I have so many ideas for this. Ask me.)

(Dw this is still a coffee shop AU!)

Anyways, wwx takes him to his just-a-friend, lwj. Lwj looks at this child and looks at wwx.

He also has no clue who this child is.

But he really goes and named him “to long for”, staring right into wwx’s eyes.

Wwx skips away to annoy his brother or something. Idk.

So lqr, running this orphanage, takes lsz in. He also gives lwj a look when he finds out what this child was named, but... shush.

Since he’s in an orphanage, he takes the Lan name. He also meets Lan Jingyi, who is maybe 7 if this happens after August?

Ljy’s mom was not very good.

Meanwhile wn is crying his eyes out bc his bb cousin probably died in the fire and now he’s sad and it’s all his fault & :(((((

Ofc, being the amazing, bamf older sister she is, wq refuses this response.

She makes wn come work for her now, so yay! They have one less person to support, so it don’t as bad but,, but,, WEN YUAN IS DEADDD :((((((((((((((((((

So sad.

Anyways, jl probably asks once why that kid he used to play with is gone. They attend the funeral, but wn is always on da lookout for anyways who fits the description of lsz.

jl doesn’t remember him that well anyways, so oof. His parents lowkey like wq but jzx is a shy bastard and wq is uselessly gay for jyl so this won’t end up well.

But since this is a lsz-centric coffee shop AU...

Lsz grows up under the amazing teaching of lqr, probably learns an instrument or two from lxc, gets parented w/bunnies by lwj, and uselessly crushes on ljy. Like he does.

And then time skip to him in college, and he wants to start a coffee shop bc it reminds him of his childhood, that he doesn’t remember.

But yeah. Coffee shop AU.

Oyzz, who is jl’s friend goddamnit let jl have friends both his parents are alive, drags him to every coffee/tea shop in the area bc he has an obsession with good drinks. Which eventually leads them to lsz’s cozy little tea shop.

It’s moderately popular, sometimes ljy will sing for entertainment (bc yesss 🥺) and it’s pretty good! Lsz is out of college (so 22, bc he didn’t take a masters) and started the shop, ljy’s doing god knows what (maybe signed a record deal w/ someone who went to the cafe and heard him singing? a dumb luck sorta thing. Or perhaps lxc has a production company :eyes:)

but ljy sometimes helps out or just hangs around the shop.

Anyways, oyzz likes his voice a big lot, befriends ljy, and now jl has to go there every weekend bc he’s whipped for oyzz.

He also gets to watch oyzz and ljy be big gay for each other, so yeah. Huh. jl sorta befriends lsz, bc ofc he does. They’re both a lil sad, but fun!

Also, jl and wn are pretty close now bc jl has wayyyyy too many uncles.

Lsz doesn’t remember wwx, but lwj sure as hell does.

Surprisingly, wwx and wn, going out on a not-date, as just-friends, end up going to the tea shop & wn is surprised at how similar it looks to his coffee shop from all those years ago.

wOw whAt a cOinCidEncE!

jl probably recommended it to wn and wwx, bc ofc he did.

Matchmaker extraordinaire, I say. Jyl and jzx are just 🥺 so proud of their child

But they’re also uselessly crushing on wq, who isn’t usually oblivious but thinks it’s just a doctor-patient transaction.

side plot: wq and jyl go out one night and end up sleeping together and the next morning jzx makes them tea & breakfast and then casually asks how it was and jyl says “it was great” while wq chokes on her tea & is very confused:tm:

Yeah, they get together bc I love background ships.

But wn is kinda sus at how similar it looks. He thinks maybe they went to his coffee shop before, and orders tea. But then he sees the one barista and thinks “wait a second...”

Bc the barista (lsz) looks scarily familiar, he just doesn’t know why. Oyzz is just over in a corner sipping his bubble tea.

One day, after the tea shop closes and the junior quartet are the only ones left, and lsz asks to speak to jl. Alone.

Ljy and oyzz are looking at them like 👀 👀 but they leave together to go to some bookstore or something, idk.

So now lsz and jl are alone. They’re sorta friend-acquaintances, but now jl’s a little confused as to why tf lsz wants to talk to him.

Lsz explains that jl seems familiar (coughiwonderwhycough) and says that he lost his memory at a young age and that wwx found him. jl is starting to put the puzzle together.

Lsz basically asks him out on a date, but neither of them know or think it’s a date, so jl agrees.

They both go there seperate ways, and when oyzz and ljy find out the next day, they realize that they’re going on a date.

Ljy is very excited for lsz!! But what is that pain he feels—

Ofc, they stalk jl and lsz on their date, bc they are stupid and don’t realize they might have feelings for them. At least they realize their feelings for each other. Ljy & oyzz get together!! :))

They’re also oblivious though so they don’t notice a Ling & Sizhui’s :/

Wn ends up taking over the tea shop so lsz can go off and get his masters

Eventually the junior quartet stumble into a relationship ! Hopefully ! it’s really quite a mess until sizhui gets a dna test taken at wn’s request. found family turned actual family is an old trope, but one we will accept <3

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Guns Ain’t a Plague

I wrote some version of this story over and over. This is the version I apparently emailed to a friend in 2013 and just rediscovered in my inbox. I am staring at this and realizing how long ago 2013 was now. Oh my gosh.

Background: I was already very much all about post-apocalyptic stuff, but this takes place in a world entirely unlike - and yet strikingly like - our own. In a world where war and disease once tore the land apart, an isolated, caged city of children struggles to survive.

Until one decides to leave.

Oh man somewhere in my stuff I have all my old maps and descriptions of the different countries and the war and... I wrote so much stuff for this universe/storyline...

-

The young woman crouched where the last of the road crumbled into broken stone. It had been crushed when they exited the city, taking their horses and carriages, doctors and soldiers and history, with them. Her feet were bare and she dug her toes into the warm red earth between the cracked rock. The muscles in her legs tensed, she placed one hand for balance on the ground.

She would have to run like wind if she was going to survive this.

“Don’t,” came Tor’s familiar voice behind her. She jumped up, wondering why she was even surprised he had followed her. She had, after all, been the one to teach him how to do it. She turned around, to look him in the eye, heart aching at the idea that if she didn’t time this just right, she would never see him again.

“Ed,” The boy said in the same pleading tone, hands held out to grab her, “don’t. You can’t even think it. You’ll die, same as they all do!”

Ed rolled her eyes and shot him a baleful glare, but she was bluffing and they both knew it. The toughness fell off of her face almost immediately, and she grabbed the much younger boy, pulling him into a fierce hug.

The two of them looked so alike that they seemed mirrored, almost, the teenager and the adult just barely ten years older than him. Ed’s skin was the same dusky red-brown as Tor’s, their hair the same rich black. It even hung in the same small twists, cut short and close to their heads, although Tor’s was cut a little longer. The only difference was in their ages and in their eyes. Ed’s eyes were a deep, rich pure brown, but Tor’s were green.

Ed thought she was somewhere near twenty-five; no one was completely sure on ages here. She knew Tor had been something like two when she’d found him; herself a ragged orphan, hearing him crying from two buildings over and simply taking him home. It was better than letting him die.

“I should’ve known you’d follow me,” She said, shaking her head. “And if you’re here… Jedder came too, didn’t he?”

“I run faster’n Jedder,” Tor said, clinging to her even harder. His arms around her waist felt like they were crushing her organs and she attempted to try and loosen his grip, with no luck. “Don’t die, Ed!”

“Won’t die, Tor,” she replied. “Don’t think I will anyway. How long they been standin’ there, those towers? Ten years now? Every gun’s got to run out of bullets sometime, right?”

“Not those guns.” Torrin gestured at the small turret towers stationed every twenty feet or so as far as they both could see around the place designated as the ‘edge’ of the city. Wherever roads had gone any farther, they had been smashed to bits until the towers were up. It felt like a river of grass, weeds, broken rock and bone surrounded them, surrounded this whole ruined city, a city that no living person had ever seen before it was a pile of ghosts and disease.

Ed, for a moment, allowed her grip on Tor to be as tight as his grip on her.

“Besides,” he continued with his face still pushed against her shoulder, head still tucked just under her chin. “who’s gonna feed us if you’re dead? Who’s gonna take care of us? You always take care of us, Eddi! Always. Since everybody died you take care of us. You can’t just stop ‘cause your feet got itchy.”

“Tor, you know damn well that ain’t why I want to try this time. We can’t stay here forever. This place is full of us, we can’t keep enough food to go on livin’ like this.  It’s been over a hundred years since this city fell, by my parents’ reckoning, since they just left everyone to die. Left a city full of kids with a bunch of dead bodies and bullets, fat lot of good it’s doin’ us now. The Oracle and her folk may like this place, an’ the Keepers may think we’re stuck here carin’ for the dead, but I think… I think somebody needs to get out and prove we still exist.”

There were footsteps behind them and they turned, almost as one, with Tor’s hand still twisted in Ed’s shirt.

The sweaty, fast-breathing young man who came running up to them was not like them in the slightest. His skin and hair were the same flat and dull gray-white. Compared to Tor and Ed, his arms seemed too long, he was too skinny, his hands and feet just a mite too big to be human. His eyes were unsettling to everyone but his little chosen family; wide and far apart, set on a diagonal line in his face, they were black. He broke into a relieved smile at seeing them both standing there. “Eddi! Tor caught up with you then. He runs faster’n me!”

“That’s what I said!” Tor was entirely too proud of himself. Ed bit her lip to stop from chiding him for it.

Jedder stopped, leaning over to lean his hands flat on his thighs to try and stop gasping quite so much.

“’Course he does. Plesalka never could run to save your lives,” Ed said with a responding smile and managed to extricate her shirt from Tor’s grasp. She turned back to survey the turrets again. Old and rusting over time, evidence of Plesalka scientific genius, the kind of machines and creations that neither Letenje like Ed and Tor or the Teci had ever been able to match. Their last apology for their part in this before the Exile began.

She knew about the reason those turrets existed only her parents had hoarded the scribble writings of their own ancestors; her great-great grandmother had been alive to witness the Plague and the death, had survived long enough to make sure her children were as protected as possible.

In the end, there was only so much protection to give; scarcity of food and resources meant that no one had a very long life span here.

It was one of the reasons she was so aware of her need to leave.

“I’m going to try whether you two like it or not. I’m going to try on my own, got it? And if I make it over that rise to the other side, I will shut those turrets down somehow. I’ll bash ‘em in with one of those twisted hunks of metal lyin’ all over the damn place. Once they’re broken, you two can get over and we can leave together. We’re not gonna die here where they left all of us, thinkin’ we’d be gone eventually.” Old grief twisted in her heart; she’d lost both her parents when she was 12, when they had gone out scavenging and been caught in the middle of a battle between the old Oracle’s gang and other Scavs like them. It had been a long, lonely, horrible year before she’d found Jedder.

She crouched down again, curling her fingers around one of the broken pieces of the road here at the edge. It was heavier than it looked, warm from the constant rays of the sun. Even with the lean muscle she’d picked up in ten years of scavenging everything she ate she left out a small grunt of effort as she threw it straight at the closest turret. She missed by a long arc. The gun did not respond or move to follow the stone’s movement. “They’re gettin’ worse. They used to shoot the rocks, too.”

Jedder and Tor shared a look behind her back, unsure of what to do. Jedder, at fifteen, was still nine years Ed’s junior and Tor at twelve was a full twelve years younger. She had been as much a mother to them as a teenage girl could be when she’d found them. Jedder had been found first, a little Scav just barely staying alive by stealing from the gangs, unwelcome like all Plesalka were… Tor just two years old, crying inside a makeshift nursery, his parents dead on the floor and all their food stores stolen. She had taken them in, even knowing Jedder being Plesalka would make it harder on them.        

No one ever stopped being angry, especially since in a century the stories to explain what had happened had gotten weirder and more elaborate as told by the remaining survivors. Even the truth made it hard to forgive either the Plesalka or the Teci for what they had created, what they had done in their war on each other… even if kids like Jedder were so far removed from those events as to be a whole separate people by now.

“Eddi,” Tor said, and now his voice was starting to take on a edge of nagging worry, “Eddi, what if this doesn’t work and you die?”

“Then you and Jedder go on livin’,” Ed replied without looking back at them.

She was surveying all possible obstacles between her and the turrets. Rocks. Weeds.

Bodies.

The last made her shudder, made the already roiling pit of nervousness that was her stomach threaten to riot up her meager lunch. Some of the bodies out here weren’t even bodies anymore. It was mostly bones left for her to look at, though now and then she could see evidence of newer deaths. Some kids still went crazy and made a run for it. She herself probably counted as crazy, just to be thinking about it. Still. There was a lot of bone out here. A lot of dead people dumped here at the edge to warn away anyone who might see them, to keep visitors out, to keep the descendents of Pohroma citizens in.

Barefoot, you want to run through a burial ground, she thought, wondering if it would be the last thing she did. “I’ve taught you both how to live if you lost me. If you think you can’t stick it out just the two of you, well, the other Plesalka that’re still alive would take Jedder in, if he went to them. Tor, you know the Oracle or the Keepers would have you. They could keep you safe. Don’t you dare join up with any of the Scav gangs, though.”

“We want you,” Jedder said stubbornly. “Besides, even if you died we’d just stick together. We don’t know any other way to be but the three of us.”

“Then you better be prayin’ to somebody’s god I don’t die now, because I’m going to do this.” She didn’t wait for their response but just launched herself forward with all the speed her legs could give her.  Not being able to crouch down and prepare first had only cost her half a second, but nonetheless she felt a rush of fear that it would be a half-second too many.

She felt Tor’s fingers clutch the back of her shirt, but he couldn’t get a grip and she twisted away from him easily, running like the devil was at her heels.

There was a rusty shrieking coming from turrets that had been left abandoned, not repaired or even touched in almost twenty years. The sound filled the air, coming from nearly ten turrets who were all slowly, inexorably pointing in her direction as she ran. Birds, having made nests in the openings, took to the air in a sudden frenzy of wings and shrieking birdcalls. For a moment, the sky was dark with them.

Ed ran.

She dodged larger rocks and the corpses of both people and animals shot dead by the turrets. Dogs, rats, foxes, cats, people… all just empty bones, she told herself, trying not to let her feet even brush them as she went past.

She ran.

She caught a glint and looked up, realizing that she could see the sun shining off all the metal casing on the ground for every bullet these huge guns had ever fired. She was caught by the shine of them just long enough to distract her.

And she tripped.

She had to have tripped on a rock, she could feel the rough of it scrape all the way down from mid-calf to her ankle as she fell and went rolling, coming to a halt only when she hit another big chunk of rock a few feet away. The breath was knocked out of her and she could only gasp, frozen, realizing that the horrible groaning of the moving metal had finally come to an end.

She looked up, and was looking directly up the barrel of one of the turrets, and it was aiming at her. She could not move. She thought of her parents, long dead from the violence in this city. She thought of finding Tor at two years old, Jedder at the time the only one who keep the little toddler from crying all the time. She thought of how they had lived the last ten years as a family, kept each other safe. She thought of every time she had ever seen a wild animal gunned down by these turrets, ripped to absolute shreds by the bullets.

She flinched at the sudden click of the gun.

Click?

It echoed, bouncing off against the walls and back again and at least twenty of the turrets were clicking in a chorus and Ed began, despite the aftermath of adrenaline still pumping, to laugh.

The sound of her laughter was something just below a scream, hysterical and echoing, bouncing off against the old stone walls behind Tor and Jedder, making them jump.

It took some effort and her ankle ached in a way that told her this victory wasn’t coming to her without some price to pay, but she began to hobble back to Jedder and Tor, arms out to them, spread as wide as her smile.

“They’re empty!” She called out above the noise. “Every single one!”

Only a moment of hesitation, a look of pure relief shared between the two boys, and then they came pounding across the earth until they could throw their arms around her, the both of them at once.

“They’re empty,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Tor’s head, to the fuzzy twists of his hair, before turning to lean her forehead against Jedder’s cheek. “I knew it. They never did come back to replace ‘em, not since before I was born, at least my da said. They had to run out sooner or later.” She squeezed the two of them even tighter, then finally let them go. Reluctantly, they let go of her as well.

“Empty,” she said one more time, savoring the taste of the word.

“So we can go,” Jedder breathed out. “We can leave. I don’t. I’ve never been outside the city. No one has. We don’t even know if there’s other people out there or if everyone died in the Plague, if it hit other places, too.”

 “I don’t think it did,” Tor said, thoughtfully. “Cause otherwise why would they have had to send people to keep us locked in by replacin’ bullets, ever?” Curling his fingers in Ed’s patched and worn shirt, he shook his head. “Bet there’s a whole world full of people out there. Maybe they don’t even know about us.”

Ed smiled, but it was a smile entirely without humor.

“Let’s go show the bastards we’re still alive.”

[swearwolf-writes]

Teen Wolf 2020

it’s 2020 and corona is a bitch :) the wolves might not be able to get sick but they still wear their masks bcs they could still be carriers so *clears throat* WEAR YOUR MASKS Y’ALL!! this is very much a no one dies/everybody lives au :)

[CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]

Scott McCall - age 26

this cute nerd. he studied veterinary medicine which takes about 4 years so he graduated in 2017 and works as Deaton’s partner at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. he’s dating Isaac (bcs he came back from France with Argent, remember) and Kira (she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and has a proper grasp on her powers). sorry scalia shippers but it’s not really my thing-

Stiles Stilinski - age 26

NERD. anywho- FBI dork became an agent in 2019 whoo and lives in DC with Lydia, Derek and Braeden. he’s dating Lydia and Derek and things are pretty chill - he yells at arseholes who refuse to wear their masks bcs ‘it’s uncomfortable :(’ like bite me karen no one cares

Derek Hale - age 32

grumpy sourwolf actually knows how to smile!! who knew- he lives in DC with Stiles, Lydia and Braeden most of the time but he and Braeden travel often to fight butthead hunters who need to mind their own business. he’s dating Stiles and he and Braeden are engaged - it’s cute and they’re being dorks about it. he likes to complain that they’d be married by now if it wasn’t for freakin covid

Lydia Martin - age 26

your local genius banshee~ 🥰 still awesome, still a harbinger of death - so yk, the usual. bcs she had extra credits she started as a junior studying maths and graduates in 2016!! 🎉🎉 she moved to DC after she got some money together while working as a tutor - the quartet splits rent (but usually it’s just Stiles and Lydia splitting it bcs the other two don’t technically have jobs and yk Derek is an unsub and Stiles is in the FBI which Lydia finds hilarious). she teaches adults in the local community college and helps supernatural folk on the dl - she runs a grief counselling service at the same place for people who’ve lost someone. she’s also trying to get a degree to become a high school maths teacher and it’s a lot but she’s got it handled.

Allison Argent - 24

accidentally brought back from the dead by the Dread Doctors. everyone could not stop crying bcs she’s back baby!! she died in 2011 age 17 and came back in 2012 so she wasn’t dead long thankfully - wanted to kill Theo bcs he messed with her pack even he did bring her back. she’s a chimera now lads- she needed a kidney transplant when she was young which was why she was kept away from the family business. she was a werewolf-werejaguar chimera like Hayden but stayed a chimera. Chris and Isaac stayed home and bcs she and Isaac never actually broke up, they kept dating - she found it funny that Isaac and Scott were dating at this point,, meanwhile they were panicking wildly :) she went back to school and said she wasn’t dead, just in the hospital for a really long time. she joined Liam’s year and again, wanted to very badly throw hands when she found out about Monroe- she’s the coolest, like she has claws and bow and arrows

Malia Tate - 26

our girl went to France as promised and hooked up with plenty of hot French people *le eyebrow wiggle* she found her beau there in France and it was not a love at first sight sort of thing - she wanted to punch them in the face,, in their very pretty face- she was basically doing her own thing when she smells them, another bloody werewolf and like don’t get me wrong, she’s fond of werewolves, but bloody hell do they cause trouble. and they smell her too and it’s like ‘eh-?’ bcs werecoyotes aren’t so common as werewolves. and they’re just there in a club in Bordeaux and they’re sniffed each other out and they kinda just pause like huh- bcs they were were not expecting to see someone that pretty- but that’s not the point of course- they pretend to leave together and as soon as they’re out of sight from humans, they start fighting in an alley, as you do. it ends up with the wolf tasting the wall bcs who the hell are you- once they figure out they’re both just there to party, things chill and they see more of each other, naturally, it’s all just a big coincidence and doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re dancing and it doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re sleeping together and it doesn’t mean anything. except it does. and they don’t know when it became normal to cuddle or wake up together or have breakfast together but it just was. and when the cute werewolf (who I still don’t have a name for-) plans on moving to the next place, she comes with. the pack are happy for her and they usually road trip from place to place so when the pack comes to visit in Prague? it’s fun to say the least

Kira Yukimura - age 25

she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and she and Allison became good friends. she kept going with school from home and is dating Scott. her powers are strong and when she sneezes bcs yk pollen or wtv, there’s sparks and it’s hilarious and Scott finds it adorable. she doesn’t really know what she wants to do yet and that’s cool of her

Erica Reyes - age 25

they thought she was dead- think again bitch, she slowed her heart rate down so they couldn’t hear and everyone thought she was dead - when the alpha pack got rid of her body and Allison found it, she told her to tell the others to pretend she was dead bcs of the Alpha pack - they beat the Alpha pack but she and Boyd hid with Satomi’s pack while that went down and helped generally after. she kept going with school and bcs she dipped for a while, ended in Liam’s year and eventually became a nurse in 2017. she works with Melissa McCall and joins for family dinner a lot.

Isaac Lahey - age 25

went to France with Chris Argent but kept going with his studies at Chris’ insistence. was dating dating Scott before he had to leave with Chris but they didn’t actually break up,, it was more ‘i’ll miss you :(’. came back to Beacon Hills when Chris came to help with the deadpool business and stayed bcs of Allison and Scott 💞 his studies were mostly uninterrupted and he studied law, becoming a lawyer in 2020!! so at least one good thing came of this infernal year- he wants to specialise in family law.

Vernon Boyd III - age 26

yea no, Derek didn’t mercy kill him bcs he was fine :) de nile ain’t just a river lads he went into hiding with Satomi’s pack and came back when the Alpha pack was dealt with. went back to school and ended up in Liam’s year. he joined the air force when he was 18 and finished his rotc training stuff in 2018 and it’s pretty alright - he’s a pilot but was discharged in 2019 bcs someone started with him and bcs they were a superior, he couldn’t say shit. so now he likes to wear ‘fuck the army’ and ‘fuck the air force’ shirt. he has mad respect for the people out there but the people in charge? fuck em

Aiden Steiner - age 27

he lives bitches 😎 Ethan had a silver chain on so he plugged the wound with it - it counteracted the oni poison and the chain started melting into the would (he had mild silver poisoning but he was fine). school was normal and now he’s an engineer, living in Beacon Hills. he and Ethan left for London for a while bcs that town was crazy af. while Ethan was very happy there, he missed home so went back. he got an online ordination and learnt Japanese bcs why not

Ethan Steiner-Whittemore - age 27

got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 Aiden officiated (this is 2018 btw) and it was cute. the whole pack was there and the wedding was in London bcs as quaint as Beacon Hills is 

‘i’m only planning on getting married once so this is gonna be awesome’ - Jackson Whittemore, 2017

he’s dramatic but yk Ethan was a blushing mess bcs ~life partners~ he’s soft y’all. he’s a primary school teacher in London and they’re part of the South London pack.

Jackson Steiner-Whittemore - age 25

also got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 ngl he’s lowkey a trophey husband/sugar hubby bcs he’s rich af - he does business with his dad but it’s not a big workload. he and Aiden want to adopt and yk being rich will hopefully help

Theo Raeken - age 25

ah yes, the absolute nightmare bi enby returns. (i hc him with he/they pronouns ✌🏽 as you do) so he successfully gained Scott’s trust and is part of the pack - yay! he and Allison have a sort of ‘you’re a bitch’ ‘no u’ *saves each others lives* relationship at this point - it took a while for Allison to warm up to him but he did save Liam’s butt several times so,, anywho, he’s still a werewolf-werecoyote chimera and he’s cool with it. he went to an online school and got his high school diploma - Liam then snuck him into the school and he signed the bookshelf bcs yea he didn’t graduate there but he did go there and now he’s graduated so yay. speaking of, he and Liam are dating, yea ik we been knew. they started dating in 2014 and Theo now works waiting tables at a local restaurants bcs he lives with Liam and his parents (you best bet that when they found out he was living in his car, they made him move in so he pays rent, not at their request but his). that was till 2017 and they moved out into an apartment together. Theo chips in on rent but it usually ends up being split 60:40 (Liam: Theo) so he cooks and cleans a lot,,, mainly bcs Liam can’t cook and does laundry like a maniac-

Liam Dunbar - age 24

this werepup is just as chaotic as always - he cannot be trusted with laundry bcs he doesn’t split colours from whites :) honestly it makes me wanna cry a lil bcs he can’t even fry eggs either- he has Theo to cook for him tho so that’s all good. he’s a history tutor for the high school students bcs he likes history and he knows the pain of high school- *shudder* he got an online Spanish and TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) degree and is now teaching at Beacon Hills High but yk his first year teaching is all online bcs 2020-

Mason Hewitt - age 23

he’s Emissary to the pack when they don’t have Deaton *wipes tear* he’s all grown up- he went to UCLA and majored in biophysics and minored in LGBTQ studies (graduated 2017). he lived on campus (kept the bat next to his bed lmao) and videochatted with Liam almost everyday - he would visit almost every weekend even tho it’s a 6 and half drive but hey. he got an apartment near the uni where he and Corey lived after he graduated. they’ve been engaged since 2018 (it was actually the day after the Steiner-Whittemore wedding). he’s helping work on a new drug delivery system and they moved closer to Beacon Hills (Sacramento)

Corey Bryant - age 24

he also went UCLA, studying comparative literature and LGBTQ studies, and lived on campus (for 3 years before moving in with Mason in 2017) before graduating in 2018. they’re engaged and moved to Sacramento. he’s writing a novel that will thankfully have nothing to do with their confusing ass lives

Cora Hale - age 28

lesbian queen *bows* still part of her pack in Ecuador, South America - she’s got a lady lover who I call Rosa (affectionately nicknamed Rosalita). they met when she first got there age 12 (Rosa being 13 at the time). Rosa taught her Spanish  and made her feel like part of the pack - after all the Alpha pack stuff, when she went back with Derek and Peter, she didn’t realise how much she’d missed them- how much she’d missed her. Derek asks if that’s her girlfriend and she’s like ‘wha- o.o’ and Rosa just goes ‘yup - nice to finally meet you guys’. she still visits DC to see Derek and Beacon Hills to see Erica and Isaac. even tho she lives in a different continent, Peter still looks out for her, sending anonymous donations in Talia’s name to the areas surrounding her pack’s territory

Brett Talbot - 24

*singsongs* ~he did not die~ the car swerved out of the way and the pack took him to Deaton who burnt the poison out of him (it was a long and painful process but he’s fine y’all). he’s the new lacrosse coach at Devenford Prep and he and Liam have a (mostly) friendly rivalry :) he’s a single pringle not bcs of lack of dates but just bcs he hasn’t found the one yet

Lorilee Rohr - age 22

also did not die :) she finished high school (2015) and went on to studying at UC Berkeley (art practice and theatre and performance studies, major and minor), graduating in 2018. she and Brett moved once he reached age 18. she makes and sells art from home

Nolan Holloway - age 25

after proving himself, same as Theo, he was eventually accepted into the pack. he and Gabe were dating and that’s that so he did mourn him for a long while. he works with hunters on the dl, trying to stop them hunting the supernaturals - he’s flipped 23 away from the dark side by 2020. he and Liam are friends which took a while but Nolan has his back (like there was that one time someone from the lacrosse team said they weren’t gonna ‘follow some mongrel’ so he reminded them that Liam was co-captain and if they didn’t wanna follow him, they could kindly fuck off :)) he’s a simp and has a raging crush on Brett like me too bruh

~the end~ for now

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Federation Invasion #500 (Dancehall Reggae Megamix) 03.24.21

Fade Away. Junior Byles

Jah Glory  - Glen Washington               

Why Be Afraid - Tony Rebel

Ghetto People Song - Everton Blender

Are You Satisfied - Ras Shiloh

Never Dis the Man - Sanchez

In This Together - Luciano, Louie  Culture & Terror Fabulous

I Wonder - Sizzla

Good Ways - Sizzla

Never Give Jah Up - Sugar Minott                 

Jah Jah Bless Me - Jah Cure

Earth a Run Red - Richie Spice                  

Lots of Sign - Tenor Saw

Declaration of Rights - Freddie Mcgregor

Created by the Father - Dennis Brown

Punchline - Luciano

Who I Am - Capleton

Praise Ye Jah - Sizzla

Praise Him - Sanchez

Seek God - Bounty Killer

Kette Drum- Determine & Beenie Man

Think You Have It All - Shabba Ranks

Jah Jah City - Capleton

Love The Solution - Jah Cure

Liberation - Morgan Heritage

  2) Badman Tunes

  Gangsters Anthem - Terror Fabolous

Bogus Badge - Louie Culture

Murderer - Barrington Levy & Beenie Man

Respect - Shabba Ranks

No Threat - Coco Tea

Sail - Wayne Wonder

The Test - Spragga Benz

Gundelero - Cobra

Bandelero - Pinchers

Carpenter - Pinchers

Find and Kill - Cobra

Narrow Escape - Capleton

Top a Top - Bounty Killer

Shine & Criss - Shabba Ranks

Mi Gun Talk - Terry Ganzie

Yu Think A Little Gun - Cobra

Whoa - Cobra

Down in the Ghetto - Bounty Killer

Action Speak Louder Then Words - Bounty Killer

War - Bounty Killer

Gun Man Tune - Panhead

Dead This Time - Bounty Killer

New Gun - Bounty Killer

Lodge - Bounty Killer

Gun

Bad Man - Assassin

Crime - Cobra

  3) Bounty Killer / Beenie Man

  Long or Tall - Bounty Killer

Make It Tan So Den - Beenie Man

Not Another Word - Bounty Killer

Mobster - Beenie Man

War Beyond The Stars - Bounty Killer

Any Mr. Man - Beenie Man

Dunns River Fall - Bounty Killer & Scare Dem Crew

Wicked Man - Beenie Man

Spy Fi Die - Bounty Killer

Dem Nuh Have No Heart - Bounty Killer

It's A Wonder - Beenie Man & Risto Benji

Memories (Stop Live In The Past) - Beenie Man

Suspence - Bounty Killer

Dengue Fever (- Beenie Man

Ask Fi War - Bounty Killer

Benz & the Bimma - Bounty Killa

Girls Dem Way - Beenie Man

Stucky - Bounty Killer

One Of Us - Ghost & Beenie Man

Mi Heartbeat - Bounty Killer

Slam - Beenie Man

  4) 90’s / 2000’s Juggling

  Desperate Measures - Baby Cham

Blazing - Surprize / Wayne Wonder

Magnum - Spragga Benz Introducing Twice

Bad Mind - Tony Curtis

Let Dem Have It - Merciless

Opportunity - Buju Banton

Dark Glass - Beenie Man & Goofy

Warlord - Bounty Killer

Shotta - Boom Dandimite

Soco Numa - Buccaneer

Mega Nitro Mix - Bounty Killer

Fed Up - Bounty Killer

Bad Mind Ago Kill Dem - Capleton

Wha Dat Fa - Baby Cham

Step It Up - Baby Cham & Frankie Sly

The Return - Baby Cham

Middle Fingers In The Air - Baby Cham

Mi See It - Frankie Sly

We Are Jamaicans - Shaggy

Caught In A The West - Bounty Killer

Quarter To Twelve - Simpleton

Anti Christ - Captian Barkey

God Bless - Shabba Ranks

Dun Wife - Cobra

Peanut Punch - Fabby Dolly

  5) Dancing

  Do The Reggay - Toots & The Maytals

Della Move - Admiral Bailey

Duck - Red Dragon

Stuck - Early Black

World Dance - Beenie man

Tatie - Snagga Puss

Dance The Angel - Harry Toddler

Bogle - Buju Banton

Butterfly - Jigsy King & Tony Curtis

All About Dancing - Tony Matterhorn

Row Like A Boat - Beenie Man

Higher Level - Elephant Man

Pon De River - Elephant Man

Skip To Ma Luu - Serani feat. Ding Dong & Razz & Biggy

Dweet - Ding Dong & Bravo

Bad Man Pull Up - Ricky Blaze

Tek It To Dem - Ricky Blaze

Blase - Elephant Man

Weh Di Time - Voicemail, Delly Ranks & Bogle

Ready To Party (Weh Di Time 2)- Voicemail, Delly Ranks, Bogle & Ding Dong

Willie Bounce - Elephant Man

Ele Medley (Willie Chin Kopa Remix) - Elephant Man

Scooby Doo (Black Chiney Remix) - Elephant Man

S.T.O.P. - Sultex

Wacky Dip - Voicemail Feat. Ding Dong

Arcle - Galtego Bay Sweep - Crazy Chris feat. Ami

Cut Dem Off - Ricky Blaze                   

Everybody Dance - Merital

  6) Vybz Kartel

  Portmore Scheme (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Represent Portmore - Vybz Kartel

Seh Weh Yuh Feel Fi Seh - Vybz Kartel

Welcome The Outlaw - Vybz Kartel

Run Them Down - Vybz Kartel

Court Case - Vybz Kartel

OK - Vybz Kartel & Bascom X

Most High - Vybz Kartel

Start Well - Vybz Kartel

Up To The Sky - Vybz Kartel

Sweet To The Belly (Remix) - Vybz Kartel & Celine Dion

Whine (Wine) - Vybz Kartel

Robbery - Vybz Kartel

Portmore Freestyle - Vybz Kartel, Singa Blinga, Geez & Lennymatic

My Scheme - Vybz Kartel

My Gun - Vybz Kartel

How Gun Rise - Mavado & Vybz Kartel

Weh Dem A go - Vybz Kartel & Javinchi

Laugh & Shot Dem - Aidonia & Vybz Kartel

When Badman Buss It - Aidonia & Vybz Kartel

Work’ Boss - Vybz Kartel

Dancehall Hero Part 2 - Vybz Kartel & Popcaan

Party Me Say (Me Nice) - Vybz Kartel

Portmore City to Uptown - Vybz Kartel

Drive By - Vybz Kartel

Girls Like Mine - Bounty Killer & Vybz Kartel

Gal Clown - Bounty Killer & Vibez Cartel

Gun Clown - Vybz Kartel

  7) Dubplates

  Nice Up The Dance / Reggae (Dub) - Kabaka Pyramid

Heavy (Dub) - Pad Anthony & Jigsy King

Cool Out Son(Dub) - Jr Murvin

Sound Boy Killing (Dub) - Kojak

Full Up (Dub) - Bunny General

In The Ghetto (Dub) - Johnny Osborne

Murderer (Dub) - Johnny Osborne

Gangster Sound (Dub) - Johnny Osborne

Modern Day Judas (Dub) - Jesse Royal

Here I Come (Dub) - Barrington Levy

Prison Oval Rock (Dub) - Barrington Levy

Spanish Town Rocking(Dub) - Chronixx

Sudden Flight (Dub) - Protoje

News Carryin’ Dread (Dub) - Chronixx

BLXXD MXNEY (Dub) - Protoje

Steamin (Dub) - Fyakin

Four Twenty (Dub) - Capital D

Father Protect Me (Dub) - Keznamdi

Immaculate (Dub) - Kabaka Pyramid

Smoke Badman (Dub) - Chino

Late Night Scheme (Dub) - Vybz Kartel & Wayne Marshell

Prison Life (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Bashment Party Medley (Dub) - Wayne Wonder

Medley (Dub) - Mr Easy

Medley (Dub) - Baby Cham

Eagles Cry (Dub) - T.O.K.

Uzi Draw (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

  8) Remix Segment

  Sound Bwoy Killing (Dub) - Mega Banton

Forever Young (Dub) - Wayne Wonder

Mix Up (Dub) - Agent Sasco

People (Dub) - Ward 21

King Kabaka (Dub) - Kabaka Pyramid

Raggamuffin (Dub) - Koffee

Here Comes Trouble (Dub) - Chronixx

Lonely - Bascom X

Nobody Has To Know - Kranium

Like Glue - Sean Paul

Ravin - Popcaan

Summertime - Vybz Kartel

Beat Up - Vybz Kartel

Stamina Daddy - Buju Banton

Memories - Beenie Man

Tour - Capleton

Who Dem - Capleton

No Way - Spragga Benz

Goggle - Tanya Stephens

Foundation - Beenie Man

Brooklyn (Dub) - Screechy Dan

Easy (Dub) - Suku Ward

  9) Showtime Riddim

  Galong Ya Gal - Baby Cham

Gal Splurt - Cobra

Gal Pon De Side - Frisco Kid

Hot Gal - Shaggy

Bashment Party - Rayvon & Red Foxx

Seargent Wallace - Frisco Kid

Searching Dem Searching - Wayne Wonder

Rain Again - Mr. Easy

98 - Spragga Benz

We Nuh Like - Spragga Benz

Slurp - Stranger (Dave Kelly)

Hypocrite - Beenie Man

Eagle And The Hawk - Bounty Killer

Murderer (Dub) - Bounty Killer

Weed Medley (Dub) - Bounty Killer

Humble Thought (Dub) - Sizzla

Ganja Medley (Dub) - Roundhead

Weed Blazing (Dub) - T.O.K.

Send On (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Send On The War (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Touch Me If Ya Bad (Dub) - Vybz Kartel

Get To The Point (Sizzle) - Sizzla

Praise Ye Jah (Dub) - Sizzla

Keep It Blazing (Dub) - T.O.K.

Rock And Pop Off (Dub) - T.O.K.

Medley (Dub) - Ward 21

Rhyme (Dub) - Timberlee

Rass Piece A Punaany - Natalie Storm

Medley (Dub) - Cobra

Oldies Medley (Dub) - Sean paul

  10) New Tunes

  Safe N Sound - Chronixx

Lockdown - Koffee

Elephant Man - Time Cow & RTKal

Me & My Lady - Tessellated

Young Boss (Remix) - Blvk H3ro x Wayne J x Skillibeng

Budum - Jada Kingdom

Likkle Bit a Money - Govana

Mr. Universe - Skillibeng

5Gs - Runkus, Kabaka Pyramid, Jesse Royal, Munga & Royal Blu

New Step - Runkus feat. Kabaka Pyramid

G - Royal Blu & Runkus

Thy Will (Remix) - Lila Ike feat. Skillibeing

Trample Dem - Kabaka Pyramid

Like Royalty - Protoje ft. Popcaan

Mango - Sevana

Fresh & Clean - Jaz Elise ft. Govana

Sean Paul & Suku - Space Ship

Gal Policy - Kranium

Ambition - Yaksta

Cool As The Breeze / Friday - Chronixx

Yeng - Intence

Clip Tall - IWaata

Crocodile Teeth - Skillibeng

Check out this episode!

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Digimon World 3 Maps

Digimon World 3 Maps

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I have so many memories of this game. Good, bad, and some… kinda stinky and nasty.

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It has nothing to do with the cartoon show and just about everything to do with the original virtual pets. You remember Tamagotchi? There was a line for boys, called Digimon. The point was that this wasn’t a mere pet. No, this was a monster. You wanted this thing to grow up big and strong, so that it tear the other kids’ monsters apart. You wanted this thing to strike fear into the hearts of your opponents. This wasn’t Pokemon, where you love your Pokemon and everyone has a good laugh while the monsters fight. No. Here, they can die. You don’t heal them soon enough, they’ll die. And you’ll feel bad, because you failed. And the other kid? He’ll laugh at you because you just helped his monster get even stronger. Yeah, this was the bonafide cockfight that everyone accused Pokemon of being.

Well, just about all that is in this game. It basically serves as an expansion of the virtual pets, letting you explore the world of the DIgimon instead of just being some kid who’s enslaved one in a tiny machine. So, instead of pitting your monster against other kids’ monsters, you pit them against wild monsters instead. “Random” encounters are usually recolors of “boss” or mascot monsters, except that they’re not really all that random. The battles take place in the same map, just like Chrono Trigger (something I wish more games would do). And instead of just being a monster raising sim, it’s a monster raising sim with a story and a recruiting sim. It’s a weird game.

At first, battles will seem like they’re automatically played. All you can do is watch your monster kill or be killed, or tell it to run away. You can also throw items at it. As you increase its intelligence, however, you can use more commands such as “Defend” or “Stay the heck away from that guy” and you’ll even open up the possibility to directly tell your killing machine to “blast that guy with a fireball of horrible, fiery death!” Battles aren’t turned based, either, and instead are played out in real time, although there will be times when all the characters do are just run after each other. It’s a simple system and is actually a lot more complicated than its virtual pet incarnation.

The gameplay in general is very much like a cross between and RPG and a virtual pet sim. You can buy or sell items. You feed your monster, clean up after its mess, give it exercise, teach it, tell it “good night”, praise it, chastise it, cry when it dies, and welcome its replacement. There’s a town that starts off very sad looking and bare, but throughout your travels, you’ll find Digimon that will go to your town and build stuff (like an arena!) as long as you meet certain requirements.

The graphics are hit and miss. All the backgrounds are beautiful. The back of the case boasts that each screen is hand drawn. I don’t know how true that is (everything seems like CG), but it’s pretty. The 3D models, though, range from acceptable to ugly. And the two or three FMVs in the game have horrible, ugly people walking around. Fortunately, they don’t really focus too much on them.

The sound is… Well… Again, hit-or-miss. Most of the BGM is slow and melodic. It’s forgettable. Most of the time, what you’ll hear is your character’s “grsh grsh” footstep sounds, or your monster’s oddly feminine “graw” roar (unless it’s an awesome centaurmon or andromon, and then it say “OH YEAH” with a deep voice). Most sounds are just that, environment. There’s nothing here that you’ll want to put in your playlist.

The story is largely forgettable as well. You go back home one day and you’re this crazy Digimon fan. So, obviously, you have one of the virtual pet keychains sitting in the floor of your room. Thing starts to glow, you’re sent through a warp, and you land yourself in the Digital World and you’re introduced to your first Digimon, which is going to be a child (so it skips the infant and baby stages). Usually, you’ll get Agumon or Gabumon. You can get more Digimon later on, like Patamon. So, after this happens, this old Digimon tells you “The Digital World is dying and this town is dying! All the inhabitants have left! Please tell them to come back” and you have no choice but to lie to the old man and tell him you’ll do it. Well, it is in your best interest to get Digimon to join your town, since it opens up more and more options, such as an arena where tournaments are held (and seriously, it’s pretty good stuff), a restaurant so your monster can get all happy and stuff, a hospital, and other useful resources. Apparently, when you get enough Digimon inhabiting your town, you unlock the final dungeon and can fight the final boss… but I never did any of that because I was making sure my monster was well fed and ready to maul whatever was stupid enough to come against us in the arena.

There’s a multiplayer mode where you and friend can make your monsters fight by putting a second memory card (for your friend) and each choosing a team of registered monsters. Then, it plays out like an arena match. Unlike the virtual pets, if your monster loses, nothing bad happens. Heck, most of the times, the monster you choose will be the best monster you’ve managed to raise and might already have been long dead. It’s usually a tearful reunion.

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So, do I recommend this game? Yes, I do, if you want to lose hours of your life to it. Actually, I don’t think anyone will be in danger of that anymore, since the franchise is practically dead and no one really plays this game anymore. But I grew up with it and I like it a lot. Also, you get to sic your monster dinosaur on other monster dinosaurs. That’s awesome enough to count for something.

Digimon World 3 Underground Map

Its sequels are all pretty bad though.

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Untamed Spring Fest 2020 - Days 22 & 23: Fragrance & Earth

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Post-Canon, Wangxian Family and the Junior Quartet on a farm. Mostly fluff with some WWX feelings and Wangxian flirting.

“At least Lil’ Apple can be useful. All Fairy can do is run around barking and making a mess!”

“Fairy does not just run around making a mess!”

Jin Ling and Jingyi had been arguing on and off all morning (at least since Wei Wuxian and Ouyang Zizhen had arrived). Lan Zhan’s total disinterest in mediating such disputes was usually a comedic reflection of the boy Wei Wuxian had known in his school days. He had, in fact teased his husband as they had traded off responsibility in supervising the team of visiting Juniors earlier that day, but as the sun had risen higher in the sky and the sweat dripped down his face and back, it had been more and more difficult to find the disruption to the usually peaceful scenery to be anything but a nuisance.

“Jin Ling! Jingyi!” he finally shouted their way, exasperated, “If you’re not going to dig those potatoes up, I need you to carry that over to the southwestern plot for me, the one with the onions!” Wei Wuxian smiled a bit too widely as he pointed at some troughs strategically placed downwind from the turnip plot he, Ouyang Zizhen, and Lan Sizhui were working on.

The two teens whirled around, silenced at least for the moment by the instructions. They followed Wei Wuxian’s gesture.

As if on cue, the two started their protests as one.

“Not the manure!” “Come on, we did that last time!” they complained.

“Ah ah ah,” Wei Wuxian shook his head, waving a finger at the two, “Someone’s got to do it. And my farm. My rules. Go get the buckets.”

Jin Ling looked like he was going to protest, but Jingyi had already resigned himself to the disgusting task, so Jin Ling just huffed and followed along, not wanting to be left behind.

“Father,” Sizhui said softly as the two trudged off, “Can I go help them? They did do it last time and I feel bad…”

Wei Wuxian chuckled, “You’re too noble, A-Yuan,” he reached over to ruffle the boy’s hair, making his son reach up to anxiously readjust his hairpiece, “How could I let my little turnip live through such hardship?”

There was a sudden relief from the sun’s glaring rays on his back. A long shadow had fallen over him.

“Go ahead, Sizhui,” Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but smile as the sound of his husband’s voice washed over him, “But take some water first.”

“Lan Zhaan,” the shade his husband provided wasn’t enough to stop Wei Wuxian from whining, “I need A-Yuan here, he’s my good luck charm.”

He turned to look at his husband, who stood behind him, carrying a tray of cups and a jug of water.

Sizhui had already stood up, ready to go. Now he wavered, looking between his two parents, unwilling to pick a side. He took the water he was offered by his Lan father, stalling for time.

“Our farm, our rules, remember? Our son can do what he wants here.” Lan Zhan said, tone serious as ever, but the hint of a smirk letting Wei Wuxian know he was teasing.

Wei Wuxian sighed dramatically, “Fine, go,” he waved Sizhui off, “If you must leave the nest so soon, so be it,” he pouted, turning back to the seedlings, shoulders slumped as if to prove his long-suffering sacrifice.

Sizhui smiled at Lan Zhan, “Thank you father,” he said. He turned towards his other father before he left, saying, “You know, sometimes turnips have to grow up and leave for the market!”

“Lan Zhaaan, our son is being so ungrateful,” Wei Wuxian complained, but then turned to his Sizhui, expression softening, “if you have to leave me, at least take this.” He unravelled a strip of beige cloth from his arm and handed it to Sizhui, who took it, looking questioningly back at his father.

“Tie it like this,” Wei Wuxian instructed, dragging pinched fingers from below his nose to behind his head, “it’ll help with the smell, I promise.”

Sizhui smiled, and nodded, determined, “I will. Thank you!” He gave each of his fathers a hug (Lan Zhan returning it stiffly but warmly, Wei Wuxian pretending to sob into his shoulder) and followed after Jin Ling and Jingyi.

Wei Wuxian turned to Zizhen who had been quietly counting out inches between seedlings this whole time, “At least you haven’t abandoned me. Or,” he shot a pouting look at Lan Zhan, “betrayed me.” Lan Zhan only rolled his eyes and offered a cup of water in response, which Wei Wuxian took eagerly.

“Two… three… huh?” Zizhen interrupted his count, looking up finally and seeming confused at the replacement of Sizhui with Hanguang-Jun, who was holding a cup of water out for him as well.

Wei Wuxian laughed, patting the boy in red on the shoulder, “I’m glad you stayed, you actually seem to know what you’re doing here!” It was true. The boy was a natural at farming. Wei Wuxian was confidant the wheat would have died weeks ago if not for Zizhen’s careful advice on the Juniors’ last visit.

Zizhen grinned, “Thank you, Wei-gongzi! You know, I used to spend summers at my aunt and uncle’s home, and they had the most beautiful farm, with the best pear orchard, the sweetest, most delicate pears you’ve ever tasted…”

Zizhen carried on, explaining in great detail the transition from seedlings, to turnips, of pear blossoms to fruit, picnics and fishing by the river, deciding what to eat based on what was ripest that day.

Lan Zhan had sat next to Wei Wuxian, setting the tray aside and pulling out a small shovel to dig the holes where his husband would plant the seedlings. Their hands occasionally (not entirely accidentally) brushed in their mechanical movements from one hole to the next. Wei Wuxian’s whole face scrunched into a smile at the touch, the world slowing as he looked to meet his husband’s gentle eyes.

The sound of Zizhen’s chatter drifted off into silence, drawing Wei Wuxian back to reality. His eyes snapped onto Zizhen, who was staring, frozen, mouth just barely open, at the two near-legendary cultivators kneeling across from him, hand in hand.

Wei Wuxian stifled a laugh, bringing a hand up to wave it in the boy’s face, “Zizhen, Zizhen!” he said, breaking through whatever haze had ensnared him.

Ouyang Zizhen blinked back into reality, “Huh? Oh!” he shook his head, and hurriedly bowed in turn at Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan, “I’m so sorry Wei-Gongzi, Hanguang-Jun,” he said, “I was just… was just…” he stopped, lost for words.

“Admiring our love?” Wei Wuxian said, waggling his eyebrows in mock suggestiveness at Lan Zhan (which earned him a low “Wei Ying!”)

But Zizhen only nodded earnestly, “Yes!” he said, “I just…” he paused, he wiped a real tear that streaked down his face at this, creating a smudge of dirt down his cheek as he did so, “I love your love story so much. It’s just so… so beautiful!”

Wei Wuxian laughed, and looked over at his husband, who looked stricken, a faint blush darkening his cheeks, which only made him laugh harder.

“Lan Zhan!” he said, “You hear that? We’re beautiful!” he cupped a hand over his husband’s face. Lan Zhan turned towards him, eyes still wide. Wei Wuxian removied his hand slowly, carefully. Ensuring every speck of dirt possible remained on his husband’s face.

Lan Zhan only closed his eyes, a mirror of his brother in that moment, sighed, and reopened them. A frown fell on his face as he looked at Wei Wuxian, “Wei Ying.” He said seriously, “there is something on your nose,” he pointed towards his own nose as though this helped matters.

“Ah!” Wei Wuxian reacted instinctively, partway through rubbing off the imagined dirt on his nose when he realized, “Lan Zhaaan!”

His husband smiled, and reached to help clean the newly applied dirt off of his husband’s nose. He seemed content to leave the faint handprint on his own face.

A soft whine came from across the row of seedlings. Zizhen was crying again.

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The three planted the turnip seedlings in peaceful silence for a long while, the sun dipping towards the horizon before they were done. Lan Zhan digging, Wei Wuxian planting, Zizhen checking as they went, incredibly adept at spotting where a hole was too shallow, too deep, too close to another plant.

Voices began to drift back over from the direction of the southwestern plot, two loud ones with long pauses between them, which, as they drew closer, turned out not to be silences but instead Sizhui’s quieter attempts at intervention in the arguments that hadn’t ever ceased.

Wei Wuxian’s gaze drifted over to the three Juniors, all three with their faces wrapped with a cloth to block the fragrant smell from their buckets that had luckily not yet reached the turnip plot. He was suddenly struck by a similar image, a memory of a life past. A boy in black, one in gold, one in white. Similar ribbons tied below the noses of the black and gold clad teens…

He clawed his fingers into the dirt, shaking his head. Smells could bring you back, to places he would rather not revisit right now. Now, he grounded himself in the smell of the earth, the ground beneath his fingers, the warmth of the sun on his back, his husband’s gentle, methodical digging and gentle humming beside him. Zizhen. Ling. Jingyi. A-Yuan. Their futures before them.

As he gripped the earth, he remembered. The furthest past was seconds before, when Lan Zhan had last made a hole or when they had last touched. The most distant future was the potatoes they would pull for dinner, the fresh vegetables Wen Ning would bring from town. He thought of the warm fire they would make once the summer nights brought enough coolness for that to be comfortable. Wen Ning quietly teaching Wen Qing’s medical books to Sizhui. Lan Jingyi sneaking an extra piece of fish from Jin Ling’s plate when he wasn’t looking, Zizhen telling a ghost story that would make all their skin crawl. Lan Zhan by his side, now, always. Wei Wuxian breathed, and planted another turnip seedling into the dirt.

The three returning Juniors, who, it became clear as they drew nearer, desperately needed a bath, were smiling. Zizhen rose to join them. They were not the same as Wei Wuxian’s classmates from all those years ago, they were their own people. Brought up by guardians who understood the horrors of war, the costs of petty fighting, of failing to understand what was truly important until it was too late. They had grown up raised by the fears of their guardians, but in a time of peace, not war.

Wei Wuxian reached out beside him, grasping for and finding Lan Zhan’s hand, squeezing it tight. The look he received in return and the tightened grip on his hand reassured him. Things were alright now.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian whispered, looking towards the man standing next to him, “I think we should start an orchard.” Lan Zhan hummed in interest, Wei Wuxian continued, “Maybe apples… I’m sure Lil’ Apple would like that.”

He smiled at his husband, who smiled back, nodding. His muscles ached from the day’s hard work, these months on the farm somehow more exhausting than those spent hunting down ghosts and monsters.

The six cultivators, the group of four with the pair trailing behind, walked back towards the farmhouse. The scent of Wen Ning’s latest attempt at a Lotus Rib Soup drifted towards them, welcoming them inside.

Wei Wuxian looked around himself, at the fields, as they returned. All around them, things grew. They were safe, they were cared for, and they were at peace.