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rosethornewrites · 7 months ago

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Fic: this body yet survives, ch. 17

Relationship: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Tags: No War AU, Recovery, Trauma, Dissociation, Courtship, Courting Rituals, Near Death Experiences, Attempted Murder, Eventual Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Siblings, Protective Siblings, Soup, Triggers, Protective Lan WangJi, Protective Lán Qǐrén, Yúnmèng Siblings Dynamics, Bad Parent Yú Zǐyuān, POV Third Person, POV Lan WangJi, reference to poisoning, reference to assassination, Reference to chronic illness, reference to infanticide, Depression, Minor Injuries, Painting, Gift Giving, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn Has a Fear of Dogs, Good Sibling Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Good Sibling Jiāng Yànlí, BAMF Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jealous Su She | Su Minshan, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Protection Squad

Summary: Birthdays and brotherhoods.

Notes: See end.

Parts 1 & 2

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

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Wei Ying’s birthday celebration was low-key, celebrated with Wen Ning, Wen Qing, and Nie Huaisang, who had bullied his brother until he was allowed to visit the Cloud Recesses for it under the care of a steward of the sect. The Nie heir showed up as they ate a late lunch and insisted on eating with them, even pulling out packages of food he’d purchased in town to supplement the lunch Jiang Yanli made.

Nie Huaisang pouted when he learned that Wei Ying was swearing brotherhood again with someone not him, and was only appeased by the offer to swear brotherhood with him as well.

It was appropriate, as the numerology of a two person brotherhood was “easy,” and Lan Wangji imagined such a brotherhood would be easy for Wei Ying. Similarly, a three-person brotherhood with the Wens was apt, with one aspect of the numerology being “health,” given Wen Qing was Wei Ying’s doctor.

A four-person brotherhood was unlucky, sounding like and associated with death, and out of the question.

Off and on all afternoon while they all visited, Jiang Yanli cooked up a feast to serve for dinner. Wei Ying successfully ate his longevity noodles without breaking them. The time passed quickly, with Wei Ying contributing to the conversations and even initiating them, so much more comfortable around people than he had been, and this was blessedly a good day.

By hai shi he was falling asleep, used to the Lan schedule now, and the Wens excused themselves, leaving a gift of copies of rare books on talismans from the Wen library.

“Unc—Uncle thought you might… might enjoy them,” Wen Ning said, clearly happy with Wei Ying’s enthused response.

“No other library in the jianghu has these books,” Wen Qing added. “He fully expects that you’ll build on these to create worthwhile talismans. Write a book yourself—you have the talent.”

Wei Ying could only blush at her kind words, if delivered brusquely.

“Ah, Qing-jie, I knew you liked me!”

“You grow on people like mold,” she sniffed, rolling her eyes, and Wei Ying laughed.

Nie Huaisang gave more art supplies, including some gold leaf paint he picked up in Lanling.

“I want to commission you more, once you finish Wen-zongzhu’s. I still use the fan you painted for me,” he added, brandishing the fan proudly. “Oh, I wonder if the Nie library has books on talismans? I should ask Dage!”

“Most sects do,” Wei Ying said, his voice a bit distant.

The Jiang had only had his contributions, Lan Wangji had learned, which had been sent with him to Gusu. And now Yunmeng had none.

Lan Wangji worried he might close off, but he shook off the dark emotions quickly as Jiang Yanli pushed a segment of orange into his hand, knowing the smell and taste would help.

“I have some fruit we can enjoy,” she said, distracting everyone effectively as Jiang Wanyin brought in a tray.

Nie Huaisang demurred and excused himself. Jiang Yanli and Lan Wangji kept fruit on Wei Ying’s plate until he protested that he was full.

He had handled having guests well, and Lan Wangji was proud of his fortitude, knowing only weeks ago, with all the stress, he may not have been able to endure. He would still sometimes struggle, but Lan Wangji would be there to help him when he needed it.

After they left, Lan Wangji gifted Wei Ying the blanket he had commissioned, the topside embroidered with panels of the seasons, topped by mountains and clouds, with romantic symbols like a pair of mandarin ducks, butterflies, and two dragons, as well as auspicious ones meant to show how he saw Wei Ying, including a tiger for his bravery and the Four Plants of Virtue. The blanket contained replaceable sachets scented orange and cinnamon so he might feel safe as well as warm. It was also large enough for their marital bed, a reminder that made Lan Wangji’s ears hot with a mixture of anticipation and excitement at his own audacity.

“I’ll use it tonight, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said softly after examining the scene. “It smells so good.”

“It’s beautiful, Wangji,” Jiang Yanli added, wrapping it around Wei Ying’s shoulders.

He was permitted to hug Wei Ying under the keen eyes of their chaperones before Jiang Wanyin shooed him out, citing his brother’s exhaustion.

Lan Wangji dreamt of holding him that night, just holding him close so he would feel safe and warm.

The next day they learned the disciples sent out found the hole-riddled body of Su She, which they took to Caiyi for a pauper’s burial, though the Cloud Recesses was closer—the man had backtracked for an attempt at revenge. The disciples had decided collectively (and correctly) that he should not be interred in the Lan compound after his transgressions. They had performed “Inquiry” to be sure his spirit didn’t linger; it didn’t, Su She being mediocre even at resentment.

Lan Wangji was relieved—the curse had no additional culprit, only a known actor. Wei Ying just sighed and shook his head, but he was clearly relieved not to have to worry about the vicious little man any longer. None of his co-conspirators were found with him, so he likely acted alone. Scouts found that the others had split up and largely already left Gusu, one already joining a remote temple to serve Guanyin, a good outcome out of a bad situation.

The news was balanced out by the swearing of brotherhood, first with the Wen siblings, and then with Nie Huaisang. They all skipped the banquet, but the kitchen insisted on sending a small one to the Jiang guest house to give Jiang Yanli a break from cooking. She was embarrassed, and insisted she didn’t need one, but it was good for her to be able to rest.

They provided more than simply Lan fare, having brought dishes from Qishan and Qinghe into the banquet, and Lan Wangji noticed Wei Ying stuck to those dishes, particularly enthused by a spicy soup dish Wen Qing identified as hulatang and a Qinghe specialty with braised chestnuts and pork. Also included were hot dry noodles popular in Yunmeng, among other dishes from that area.

He wondered if Jiang Yanli would teach him to prepare his favorites, as he had no desire to make Wei Ying eat what he did not enjoy, and resolved to ask her.

The beginning of the meal was silent, and involved tasting the various dishes, from mutton-stuffed baozi to yangrou paomo to pearl meatballs. Sweeter dishes included rose mirror cakes, tofu jelly, and red date soft candy. The spread was incredible in its array of flavors, and Lan Wangji found himself deviating from the traditional Lan fare in favor of some of them. It didn’t take too long for conversation to pick up as they ate.

Nie Huaisang made sure to point out that Wei Ying was his didi based on age.

“After all, it was my third time at the lectures and only your first when we met,” he said jovially.

“You just want me to call you Gege, Nie-xiong.”

“Of course!” he said, without shame. “And you get an extra gege with Dage! He really respects you.”

They were wonderfully distracted, speaking of happier days past, of the summer of their adolescence that had brought them together. Had brought Wei Ying into Lan Wangji’s life, tearing through his boundaries with his beautiful smile.

Again, Wei Ying handled having guests well, though he looked apologetically relieved when the Wen siblings excused themselves early, citing their plan to begin their travels back to Nightless City the next morning.

“I’m happy you came to celebrate with me, Didi,” Wei Ying said. “I didn’t expect you at all!”

“Shu… Shushu asked that it b-be kept secret in case I could… couldn’t.”

Nie Huaisang stayed only a bit longer, and Lan Wangji didn’t miss the surreptitious passing of a qiankun pouch, which undoubtedly contained more spring books.

“I’m so glad you look well; much better than my last visit,” the Nie heir said, patting Wei Ying’s arm. “I can’t stay longer—Meng Yao is my escort and he’s Dage’s right-hand man, so we need to get back to Qinghe.”

Wei Ying smiled at him, the pouch disappearing into his robes.

“I’m glad you came, Sang-ge, and I’m glad I can call you ge now.”

“Me too, Didi. You deserve more family, and now you almost have us in all the major sects,” he replied with a smile. “Except the Lan, but your future husband is here.”

He excused himself to return to his guest quarters.

“You do deserve more family, A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli echoed after his departure. “More people to support you.”

Lan Wangji stayed until shortly before hai shi, when Wei Ying was visibly drooping from the busy and emotional day.

They saw their visitors off at the front gate the next day, and the next several weeks were spent in peace. The family held a small private celebration for Jiang Wanyin’s birthday, and Lan Wangji gifted him stationery to write with, including new, decent-quality brushes. Xiongzhang and Shufu gifted him a weiqi set and a book about historical sect leaders, respectively. Wei Ying found a book involving lotus farming at the Caiyi bookseller during one of their trips, and gifted that without reading it, unsure whether it was a guide, novel, or book of poetry—Jiang Wanyin hid it away in a qiankun bag immediately for Wei Ying’s comfort, and would only find out when he returned to Lotus Pier.

“It doesn’t matter—if it’s about lotuses you need to read it,” Wei Ying said. “You’ll be sect leader, after all.”

The auger provided Shufu with a list of auspicious dates, and one was chosen for after the new year, the soonest available. Lan Wangji was more excited than he could properly express—not only would Wei Ying be his husband, joining him in the Jingshi permanently, but he would be safer with the title of Lan-er-furen. It was title Lan Qiren had mentioned could be altered as it had not been used in more than a generation, but Wei Ying had insisted upon it happily and proclaimed he would fulfill the appropriate role with its associated responsibilities.

Lan Wangji’s ears were hot for quite some time at the implied sexual connotation, which Wei Ying didn’t seem to know he had made.

Wedding invitations were written, with the hiccup that it was not possible to avoid inviting Jiang Fengmian for political reasons, though Yu Ziyuan’s ban from the Cloud Recesses would stand. Lan Wangji knew it was because he was a high-ranking member of the Lan clan and thus his marriage was considered a major event, and he hated it.

“You don’t have to serve him tea,” Wei Ying said softly, trying to soothe him, he was so good. “He will just be a guest and we don’t have to talk to him. Lan-xiansheng can examine whatever gift he gives before it reaches us.”

He would serve tea to the Jiang siblings, and to the tablets of Wei Ying’s parents, and Wei Ying would serve Xiongzhang and Shufu, as well as his parents’ tablets. That was acceptable.

Wei Ying otherwise spent much of his time painting or working on talismans, going back to the quiet productivity he’d displayed consistently since he’d started to truly heal, and the four of them spent many quiet afternoons in his workshop. At times he tutored disciples in sword forms, always happy to teach any who asked. Jiang Wanyin, Shufu told him, had suggested over tea that Wei Ying would be an effective archery instructor, something he was considering asking of him after the wedding.

The relative quietude was only interrupted by his siblings taking him to the most renowned clothier in Caiyi to commission wedding robes—far less harrowing an event, considering. His siblings were being very secretive about them, even to Wei Ying.

“They won’t tell me anything about them,” Wei Ying groused over tea with Lan Tayi, who clearly found the whole thing amusing. “I’m to wear a blindfold when we get to fittings, even!”

In truth, Lan Wangji had heard only of the custom of the couple being unable to see each other’s robes prior to the wedding, not that oneself couldn’t see their own robes. He wondered if the Jiang siblings wanted Wei Ying to be as surprised by his appearance as he would be, perhaps to heighten the joy of the wedding.

When he said as much, Wei Ying smiled at the idea, and Lan Wangji honestly didn’t think they could possibly make him more beautiful than he already was.

Nearing the winter festival, Wei Ying had a breakthrough with the talismans Madam Jin had commissioned, completing one that lit up red when two people who were related held it when it was activated, and black when they were unrelated.

“Red for good fortune, black for neutrality,” he clarified when he demonstrated the talisman using the Jiang siblings and then Lan Zhan and Xiongzhang. “It would light up a dimmer red if Xiansheng held it with one of you, too.”

He was still working on one that would find relatives in the first place, hoping to modify the talisman he and Lan Tayi had created to reveal Su She.

“They would have to be very close by, and I guess that would be up to Jin-furen to arrange. It’d be easier if I could make something like a compass, but that wouldn’t work for blood… energy would be easier to detect that way…”

He presented the talisman to Jin Zixuan upon his next visit to Jiang Yanli and explained its use.

“Muqin has a list of people to verify already, so she’ll be very happy to have this talisman,” Jin Zixuan said with a smile.

Wei Ying looked a little surprised by the Jin heir’s happiness, and he clarified:

“I’ve always wished for siblings; I was jealous that everyone else seemed to have them but me. I don’t know that it will go well, but I want to try to do right by them.”

Jiang Yanli looked at him with love in her expression, clearly pleased with his desire to be a devoted brother. From what Lan Wangji had seen, she valued such devotion, and it certainly implied the sort of husband and father he would ultimately become.

Jin Zixuan blushed a bit under her gaze, but continued.

“I would have been happy to swear brotherhood with both of you, but you’ll be my jiuzimen soon enough. It’s good that you have ties to all the major clans, Wei Wuxian. You have more stability in terms of reputation and prestige.”

Lan Wangji understood he was referring to the rumors his father was a servant rather than a disciple, completely ignoring that Baoshan Sanren was his grandmaster through his mother. The jianghu gentry liked to tear down those with what they deemed inferior blood, despite the fact that Wei Wuxian was one of the most promising cultivators of their generation.

“You… really? Even though I punched you?” Wei Ying asked, baffled.

“I’ve said before that I deserved it,” Jin Zixuan said, flushing. “You’re the brother of my beloved’s heart, and you were defending her honor.”

Wei Ying rubbed his finger against his nose, a nervous habit, then nodded.

“I guess you’ll be my jiefu too, then, not just Jiang Cheng’s,” Wei Ying said with a smile, before changing the subject by explaining how he had come up with the talisman.

Most of the explanation clearly went over Jin Zixuan’s head, but he nodded along and asked pertinent, if rudimentary, questions.

They enjoyed a quiet meal thanks to Jiang Yanli before Jin Zixuan left for Lanling, promising that payment would be forthcoming, something that left Wei Ying looking perplexed.

“It’s weird to have people paying for my talismans,” he murmured as they walked back to the Jiang guest quarters. “I always just gave mine to Jiang… to Jiang-zongzhu.”

“I don’t think A-Die ever sold your talismans like the Lan have—he just put them in the library,” Jiang Yanli said after a minute. “Unless you trained disciples to use them, they simply sat on a shelf.”

“They should have been used and sold, and you should’ve gotten a percentage,” Jiang Wanyin said, his voice strained. “But Muqin…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but such a thing would have incensed Yu-furen and made Wei Ying even more of a target. For some reason, his success in anything was reason for her to punish him, he’d told Lan Wangji once.

“He sent them with Shufu when Wei Ying came to the Cloud Recesses,” Lan Wangji said. “They should be among the qiankun bags from Lotus Cove.”

“A-Xian should find them and let Lan-xiansheng help decide what to do with them, then,” Jiang Yanli said, taking Wei Ying’s arm in her own. “Xianxian will be a wealthy man.”

“Xianxian is only three,” he said, leaning against her like a child. “Xianxian doesn't know what to do with that much money.”

Shufu had shown him the summary of his earnings over tea the day before, and it had shocked him.

“Use it on what you want,” Jiang Wanyin said. “Spoil yourself. Buy all the books and trinkets you want, eat all the food you want, wear nice clothes.”

“Even with that, it’s a lot,” Wei Ying protested. “Just what Jin-furen is paying… And she insisted on the price, not me!”

He seemed overwhelmed, and Lan Wangji knew it was because he never had much money—the Jiang had paid for anything he picked up at market, but he wasn’t a spendthrift. Likely if he had been there would have been consequences.

“It’s a lot,” he said again. “How does one go from the streets to riches? If you told me back then…”

He let the thought trail off as they reached the guest house. Jiang Wanyin made tea while Jiang Yanli put together plates of snacks.

“You will eventually decide what to spend your money on,” Lan Wangji said as they sat together at the table, discreetly holding hands underneath.

“Knowing him, it’ll be food for street kids,” Jiang Wanyin commented as he set a tray with the teapot and cups on the table.

Wei Ying startled a little, then tapped his nose as he thought. It was clear Jiang Wanyin had suggested something that appealed to him.

“An orphanage,” he said finally, his voice a whisper. “Something to help street kids. Shelter and food. Safety.”

He paused, silent for a moment as though seeking the right words.

“A future.”

“Oh, A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli breathed as she surged forward to embrace him. “That’s a wonderful idea.”

Lan Wangji’s heart ached for him, for his selflessness and beautiful desire to make the world a better place. This was the boy he’d fallen in love with.

“I will help. We will speak to Shufu. He will help, too. It is a righteous project.”

He squeezed Wei Ying’s hand under the table and received a return squeeze. He would support his husband in anything he wished to accomplish, for the rest of their lives.

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So this is 17 chapters just like “the thing with feathers,” which is funny. I intend to write a follow-up fic with the wedding at some point, but this is nearly the end of the series. Please feel free to check out my other fics while you wait.

I’m doing somewhat better health-wise. Healed from the gallbladder removal and infection, anyway. Still fatigued, but at least I’m writing.

a-die = dad

didi = younger brother

furen = madam

ge = older brother

hai shi = 9-11pm

hulatang = spicy/hot pepper soup

jiefu = elder sister’s husband

jiuzimen = plural of jiuzi, meaning wife’s younger brother

muqin = mother (formal)

shushu = uncle

xiansheng = teacher

xiong = brother

xiongzhang = older brother

yangrou paomo = flatbread soaked in mutton broth

zongzhu = sect leader

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rinrinp42 · 10 months ago

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for your snippet prompts: hmm would love to see your take on some clone wars-era QuinObi, platonic or not! perhaps some early days commiserating between Alpha and Quinlan about their shared idiot??

(hope you're doing well, I know we haven’t talked in a long while 🧡)

(I'm doing good and hope you are too!)

!!! This prompt made me go all gooey! Have a list of times Obi-Wan made Quinlan's heart race ( though I didn't get Alpha-17 and Quinlan commiserating). Also Tholme/T’raa Saa and Mace and his tree mom will have to be pried from my cold dead hands so Quinlan gets Little Brother privileges and literally only calls Mace by his first name.

Quinlan nearly dropped the stuffed tooka the younger Initiate had dropped when the Cretchmaster brought in cookies. The toy was infused with bleak, scary visions. As if it was trying to purge them from the redhead. Quinlan's heart races with the images, though there's too many and they're too fragmented to tell a story. They're just the Temple but dark and strange armored figures moving through it. But… but they're scary, like when his Aunt made him grip the locket…

Quinlan makes up his mind. He's going to make sure that this Initiate has something good and fun to distract him. It'll be good for the redhead, he's sure of that.

Quinlan's mouth is dry and his heart races as a wide-eyed Obi-Wan pulled his jacket out of Quinlan's grip. He had just wanted to stop Obi-Wan and welcome him back. Master Tholme had said Obi-Wan had stayed behind to help settle some kids away from the fighting on Melida/Daan but what Quinlan just saw was…

Obi-Wan hadn't been hiding with a bunch of Younglings away from the fighting. He had been leading an army of Younglings to fight against their parents and aunts and uncles and and and

And Quinlan needs to tell Master Tholme because Obi-Wan needs help.

He may also need Quinlan to not just be standing there like an idiot. So Quinlan slapped a smile on his face that he could only hope Obi-Wan didn't see through and threw his arms around the other Padawan, babbling about some weird twist to the mission he and Master Tholme had been on.

Quinlan lost his breath as Obi-Wan twisted them around and down onto the mat, pinning Quinlan.

The other Senior Padawan smirked down at him, somehow keeping Quinlan in place even though the Kiffer was heavier.

“Hello there,” he said and Quinlan's heart raced.

Oh.

Quinlan ran through the underbelly of Taris, following the Forcebond he and Obi-Wan shared. His heart tried to lodge itself in his throat as it raced faster than the exercise should make it. This was supposed to be an easy mission, and a sneaky way of celebrating that brat Anakin turning 13. Mace had even helped arrange it! How did Obi-Wan find some weirdo doctor trying to recreate long gone rakghoul plague?

Small gods, Quinlan hoped he would get there in time to help Obi-Wan. Aayla and Anakin were ransacking the so-called doctor’s upper level apartment while Quinlan was on Obi-Wan Rescue duty.

Which he would not fail at (he hadn't failed at any of his self appointed Obi-Wan duties yet and had no plans on ever doing so).

Quinlan had been on a time sensitive undercover mission on the other side of the galaxy when the Clone Wars started. It was another 3 months before he had finished up and could head back. Mace had immediately sent him to Obi-Wan. Quinlan's experience with undercover work meant he wouldn't end up with a battalion but Mace wanted him to work with some of Obi-Wan’s boys. There were a few shaping up to be good at the Intelligence aspect (something niggled at the thought of the Clones and Quinlan figured a squad to back him up would help sus it out).

He wanted to see how the Clones reacted before they knew he was a Jedi. Especially if Obi-Wan was going to spend the war surrounded by them. Luckily there was a battle that had finished recently so they weren't in the camp where it would have been harder to get close without revealing himself as a Jedi. He slipped through the bombed out town, pausing now and then to watch the Clones. And then he found Obi-Wan.

Quinlan paused in the shadow of a building as the sunset bathed Obi-Wan in color and his heart raced at how beautiful he was.

The Force must have been laughing at him and his constant adoration as it gave no warning before the larger clone slide between them staring down Quinlan with a contained sort of menace. Kriff but he didn't want to fight one of Obi-Wan's boys.

“Alpha-17, please do be careful, Quinlan is a rather talented fighter.”

“Ah Obes, thank you,” he couldn't help answering with a shit-eating grin.

Though his face was hidden, Quinlan was sure the Clone narrowed his eyes at him. Eh, deserved.

Quinlan stepped into the medbay, heart racing as his eyes settled on Obi-Wan. His redhead idiot was in the bacta tank but was there and alive. He had nearly sobbed when he felt the Bond click back into place. Waltz and Swing had both been startled to see it, but Obi-Wan had assigned the squad to him with such care that they rallied quickly to make the plans to get to Obi-Wan.

“You're still alive?” a voice asked from a bed.

Quinlan looked away from Obi-Wan to see Alpha-17 on a bed. But very much alive.

“Su cuy’gar,” Quinlan responded cheerfully. He liked the ornery bastard and was glad both had survived.

Alpha-17 snorted at him and shifted on the bed. Quinlan didn't think the clone would be back on the front lines. But there might be something he could do…

Once Obi-Wan was out of the bacta, Quinlan would run it past the two of them. They needed a paranoid bastard on Kamino to look into… well all of it.

Quinlan's hand slid into Obi-Wan's as the peace treaty was signed by interim Chancellor Mon Motha. It turns out not having both sides be controlled by a Sith made peace easier to accomplish. Who knew!

Obi-Wan squeezed his hand and Quinlan's heart raced. Small gods but he loved him.

#rinrinp42 answers #star wars #my writing #quinobi #quinlan vos #obi wan kenobi #writing prompt #alpha-17 #original clone trooper #clone trooper waltz #clone trooper swing #all of quinlan's squad has dance names #mon motha becomes chancellor because we need more ladies up in here

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rems-writing · 5 months ago

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How Jongho got into the SU Squad

》 Pairing: None

》 Genre/AU: Fluff/college AU (OUAT and Ateez crossover)

》 Wordcount: 2,520 words

》 Rating: pg-13

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

“So where do you want to go for college?”

“Mom. Dad. I have decided where.”

“That’s great!”

“It’s going to be out of the country though… I signed up for a study abroad program. I heard this university is the best college for music majors and it’s affordable as well. As much as I want to stay in Seoul, I have to get out there. Besides, San will watch over me. He’s a professor there and he has his own space. He already saved up a room for me.”

Jongho was nervous as he tried to read his parents’ expressions. It wasn’t the fact that he had bad memories in Korea. He made tons of memories, along with many friends! However, he knew he was going to start his life soon. What better way than to live independently in a new country? San, his older brother, had been teaching at this college for a while and he seemed content from the many times they video chatted with each other. After some time had passed, both of his parents sighed and smiled lightly.

“Ok. We’ll let you go there. But please let us know when you land in the US and when you arrived at this… Storybrooke University. Just because this Storybrooke is a small town and everyone knows everyone doesn’t mean that we can’t not worry about you. Sure, your brother will be there with you all the way, but still. You’ll be on completely different soil and… we’re afraid you won’t be happy there.”

“I understand, dad. But trust me when I say that despite my own fears, I will be ok. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me! I want to make the most of it.”

Jongho soon felt both of his parents hug him and he hugged them back. He heard his mom sniffle slightly and it broke his heart a bit. She didn’t want to let both of her children go, but she knew she must.

“Ok… you can go to Storybrooke University. If it makes you happy, then we’re happy.”

“Of course, mom!”

The three of them soon laughed and ate dinner together. They were determined to spend as much time as they could with their youngest son before he set off on his own adventure.

---------------------------------------------------

Jongho was nervous to say the least. As he pushed the luggage cart through the airport, he took in his surroundings. Maine was a quaint state and Storybrooke was a homey town. He chuckled as he looked over the portraits of past and current mayors of Storybrooke.

“MATE, WATCH OUT!”

Instinctively, Jongho looked up to see a football fly towards him. He caught it with one hand and looked around to find the source of that… British voice? He soon saw a guy wearing all black running towards him. He had a lot of rings on and his eyeliner was subtle yet it was still there.

“Sorry about that! I was trying to throw it to David over there, but he wasn’t bloody paying attention!”

“Dude, I’m helping my girl with her things! I think you should too!”

“Don’t you think I would’ve done that by now? You know how Emma is!”

“Uh…”

Both guys looked towards a confused Jongho, who awkwardly stuck out his hand that held the football. The eyeliner guy sighed and reached out to take it back. He tucked it under his arm before sticking his hand out.

“Killian Jones, captain of SU’s football team.”

“And I’m David Charming, the quarterback.”

Jongho stuck both his hands out so he could shake theirs. Both guys had an impressed look on their faces as they felt the grip in Jongho’s hands.

“Damn, man. You got some grip right there! How much do you bench press?”

“Uh…”

“Guys, leave him alone. I’m sure he’s getting a bit overwhelmed right now.”

At the sound of his brother’s familiar voice, Jongho’s tense shoulders dropped a bit. He saw San, clad in a brown flannel and blue jeans, run his way over to where the three guys were. The mountain of a man brushed past Killian & David before bringing his baby brother into a hug.

“Hey. Welcome to Storybrooke, Jjong.”

“Thanks, San.”

San tried to kiss Jongho on the cheek, but being the way he is, Jongho shoved him away awkwardly and let out a strangled cry when his brother’s huge arms trapped him in place.

“We’re in public!”

“So?!”

“Uh… what’s going on, professor Choi?”

San looked towards the confused guys and a big grin broke out on his face. Jongho saw this and put his hood up before lowering his head. That grin meant something else.

“Killian. David. This right here is my adorable baby brother! Choi Jongho.”

“San, stop~”

Jongho felt his round cheeks heat up as he tried to hide himself even more from Killian and David, who let out an ‘Ahh’ upon hearing the revelation. Killian then looked towards the guy and smiled slightly.

“You know how older brothers are. I have one myself.”

“Me too, but… he’s my twin, meaning he’s older than me by a few minutes.”

Jongho felt both guys pat him on the shoulder and he looked up to see them with a bright expression on their faces. He then felt the cold metal of San’s gold ring brush against his face and he groaned.

“San, not here -”

It was too late. San was already squishing Jongho’s cheeks and making baby noises at him.

“Look at my little bro making friends already!”

“I’m 20!”

“So cute~”

San kept cooing and coddling Jongho while Jongho tried to get away from him to spare him further embarrassment from the football guys, who couldn’t help but be amused with the way this human personification of a bear was trying so hard to resist the physical affection his brother was giving him.

“We’ll get going, professor Choi. See you in a couple of weeks! And nice to meet you, Jongho!”

“See you guys!”

“Yeah bye, Killian and David.”

As soon as the two guys were gone, San let go of Jongho and grabbed his luggage cart before running out of the airport. He giggled mischieviously while Jongho ran after him to most likely throttle him for embarrassing him like that.

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The first day at Storybrooke University wasn’t so bad! Jongho learned the schematics of the campus quickly and found the lecture halls that held his classes. On top of that, he made friends with San’s friends, who were mostly professors except for Seonghwa and Yeosang. Seonghwa was the university’s librarian while Yeosang was the soccer coach. He was currently having dinner with them at this place called Granny’s Diner. Ruby, their waitress, was super pretty, but Jongho wasn’t looking for anyone right now. As he sipped on his soda and munched on his fries, he listened in on the conversation between Hongjoong, Yunho, and Mingi.

“Someone keeps stealing my pens!” The dance professor vented.

“Yeah! Mine too.” The English professor agreed.

“Who the fuck keeps stealing my pens?!” The photography professor asked aloud.

Jongho raised an eyebrow in amusement at this conversation. Lately, there was a decreasing number of pens that all the professors carried with them. First, it was Yunho. Next, it was Mingi. Currently, it is Hongjoong. The three of them didn’t know who was next. As he listened some more, he saw something whizz past him through his peripheral vision. He looked behind him to see…

A pen.

Since most of the guys were wrapped up in conversation, Jongho took the time to bend down and pick it up. He studied it and realized that this was one of Hongjoong’s pens. He recognized the teeth marks at the end of the pen. Hongjoong had a habit of biting his pens when he was deep in thought or grading assignments thoroughly. He then heard a quiet giggle from the opposite table and saw a group of four students talking amongst themselves.

“Teehee!” The guy said cutely and the redheaded girl sitting across from him threw a pickle slice at him.

“God you make me cringe!”

“At least I don’t ogle at coach Kang 24/7.”

“Regina!”

The girl with the black hair started laughing as the redhead blushed in embarrassment. Sitting next to the redhead was a familiar figure. Jongho focused his eyes on the student and gasped softly as he recognized who that was.

Mingi’s ex. Or rather… Mingi’s current partner it seems.

Jongho heard stories about you from San, but never would he have thought that he would see you in person. He was definitely going to talk to Mingi about you later. For right now, he waited until you went to the bathroom with the redhead and Regina (the girl with the black hair) so he could confront the guy. Once he was sitting alone, Jongho moved swiftly and sat next to him.

“So… you’re the guy that’s stealing all of the professors’ pens, eh?”

“And you’re the guy whomst my girlfriend will not shut up about, along with Zelena and Y/N.”

Jongho was shocked with the way the guy retorted back instantly. Sure, they were actually being playful with each other, but the young boy didn’t expect the guy to be quick with his response. The guy smirked as he sipped his soda.

“I’ve seen you around, yeah? We’re all in the same history class with you. Professor Choi talked about you constantly and even took the time to embarrass you when you introduced yourself to us.”

“Yup… that’s San for you.”

The guy chuckled as Jongho remembered that event from earlier. He wanted to hide in a broom closet, but he had to make a good first impression on his other peers. The guy then stuck his hand out.

“Robin Locksley, but you may call me Robin Hood.”

“Choi Jongho.”

They shook hands and just like Killian and David, Robin was impressed with his strength.

“Don’t let the ladies find out. Or else they might jump you.”

Jongho laughed slightly at Robin’s joke before sighing. He turned around and noticed all the guys were leaving. Someone already paid the check and they were ready to call it a night.

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell them that you stole the pens.”

“Such a gentleman. See you around, lad!”

Jongho waved goodbye to Robin before standing up and sprinting after his brother and friends.

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The first day he was added into these four crackheads’ group chat on Instagram was… eventful to say the least. Despite Zelena dating Yeosang, you dating Mingi, and Regina dating Robin, the three women were full on simps for him. He knew he was somewhat attractive, but he didn’t think he was attractive enough to get the baddest bitches of Storybrooke University to fall at his feet. Even though it was all jokes at the end of the day, it gave him a confidence boost. He was currently on his phone, waiting for the four of them to arrive. Since he was a part of their friend group now, it was tradition for him to walk alongside them. A low chuckle of amusement escaped his pretty lips as he saw the four of them approach him.

“Looks like you guys went through hell and back. Or was it really hell to begin with?”

“Shut up, Jongho!”

Jongho let out a belly laugh, displaying his gummy teeth as he looked at the three of them trying to fix themselves. Zelena’s hair was all over the place, Regina fixed her scarf to the best of her abilities so she could cover the hickies decorating her neck, and you… you were trying so hard to stand up straight. In the end, you failed and you sat next to him on the bench.

“Baby girl, there you are!”

“Good morning, my pretty.”

“Hello, Regina!”

Jongho turned around to see Mingi, Yeosang, and Robin walk up to the four of them with shit eating grins on their faces. Robin embraced a flustered Regina, Yeosang tucked a strand of hair behind Zelena’s ear, and Mingi wedged himself in between you and & Jongho, wiggling his fat ass to make sure he had room. Being the possessive fuckhead that he is, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. Jongho sipped on his iced americano and watched everyone try to collect themselves before the day started.

“So… am I a part of the group now?”

“Lad, you’ve been part of the group ever since you & I first talked.”

Jongho smirked victoriously, but it soon softened into a shy smile. He looked at his new friends with a newfound admiration and appreciation for them. He cleared his throat and spoke some more.

“I just wanted to take the time to say thank you for letting me into your friend. Everyone else is nice and all, but I feel like I can be comfortable with the four of you. As much as I love my brother, Yeosang, and Mingi, I can’t hang around these old farts forever, y’know? You… make me feel at home.”

Jongho sighed shakily as he tried to keep it together. It soon failed and Yeosang noticed this before reaching out to wipe a tear away from the young boy’s face.

“I was scared. I still am! San has been here longer than me and I was afraid I’d stick out like a sore thumb. I’m not overly affectionate, I can’t really move around a lot due to an old injury that I’m surprised hasn’t resurfaced yet, and I’m quieter than most. Even Belle is more social than I am and she’s a bookworm!”

Jongho was vulnerable. The six of them noticed. Yet they continued to listen tentatively.

“I’m sorry… that’s honestly all I can say. I’m not good at sharing my feelings, but I felt that you deserved to know what was going on in my head.”

Regina was the first to do something. She smiled at him and patted his head. Jongho had grown to love headpats.

“I’m glad we make you feel at home, Jongho. For a minute, I thought you were about to back out! We can be a bit much at times. However, you finding solace in us is the highest form of praise we’ve ever gotten. So don’t be afraid to reach out to any of us. You’re part of our little family now.”

Jongho giggled quietly in delight and the six of them found the sight of the baby bear so adorable. Yeosang and Mingi looked down at their watches and sighed.

“As much as we would love to stick around, we both got classes to teach. Regina, is your mom still inviting us over for dinner?”

“Yeah she is. We’ll see you around, coach Kang and professor Song.”

The two professors waved goodbye to the five students before leaving them behind so they could go set up for class. Jongho stood up and looked at all of them. Robin Hood, Zelena Mills, Regina Mills, and you.

Yup.

He was home.

#mirohsaurorasociety #other side outlaws network #illusionnet #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic

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obvious-captain-rogers · 9 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

I'm writing an RJK baby fic- it'll be full of mayhem and shenanigans, y'all will love it- and I just wrote a cute little snippet about them finding out the sex of the baby (shoutout to the TIP squad for furthering my Jame and Roy as girldads agenda)

Jamie’s leg bounced erratically as they all three waited for the sonogram tech to come into the room. He’d been nervous and restless for days leading up to it but without any explanation aside from a stilted shrug and brushing off whatever questions Keeley and Roy tried to ask him.

But it was the scan where they were going to find out the sex of the baby and as it got closer and closer, they all felt the weight of the moment.

Not because it really mattered, but it was one more piece to make it all seem more real than it had felt in the beginning.

The tech came in with a bright smile on her face. “My name is Steph and I’ll be doing your scan today,” she introduced herself and then they went through the familiar routine of Keeley lifting her shirt and then getting the gel applied to her skin. Jamie’s nervous bouncing intensified and he lifted his hand to his mouth to chew at his nails as the tech moved the wand about.

“Nervous, Dad?” Steph asked teasingly as she glanced over at Jamie’s fidgeting.

“Erm, maybe a little, yeah,” he said around his thumbnail. Roy gently tapped his wrist with two fingers and offered to hold Jamie’s hand instead so that he didn’t chew them straight down to the skin. Jamie let out a short sigh and held onto Roy’s hand tightly.

“That’s okay, lots of parents are nervous for this,” Steph said calmly and shot Jamie a reassuring smile. “Now, if the little one will just cooperate…” She trailed off and a small furrow of concentration formed between her brows. Jamie’s hand twitched in Roy’s. “Ah, there it is.” She turned the screen towards them. “Right there,” she said and tapped part of the screen, “you can see the legs.”

Jamie, Roy, and Keeley all squinted a little at the slightly blurred blob on the screen.

“We’ll double-check the blood test to confirm it, but it looks like you’re having a girl,” Steph said and smiled at them. “Congratulations.” Keeley sucked in a sharp breath and Roy’s hand tightened slightly around Jamie’s.

“A girl,” Keeley said and she turned to beam over at the both of them. “Seems like we’re evening things out here, boys,” Keeley teased and Roy let out a rough sort of laugh. Jamie let out a shaky breath and he felt relief flood his body. “Oh, Jamie, babe, you alright?”

“Jamie?” Roy was looking at him funny but Jamie just felt a little lightheaded from the rush of adrenaline leaving his body.

“Don’t usually have fainters at this stage,” Steph said and she tapped a few keys on the keyboard in front of her before turning her chair around to look at Jamie. “Head down between your knees, alright? And be sure to take some slow, deep breaths.” Jamie nodded and dropped Roy’s hand so he could prop his forearms on his thighs and hang his head down a little. Not quite between his knees but good enough. “There we are. I’ll just step out and give you all a minute.”

“Thank you,” Roy murmured and there was a quick shuffle before the heavy door to the exam room swung shut. Jamie focused on getting air in and out before slowly lifting his head to see Roy and Keeley both looking at him with concern.

“You’re not… disappointed, are you?” Keeley asked, her voice sounding small and nervous as she fidgeted with the little towel-thing the tech must have given her to wipe the gel off her skin.

“Fuck no,” Jamie choked out and shook his head. “’M dead relieved. Was fuckin’ outta me head terrified that it would be a boy.” Jamie shook his head and raked a hand back through his hair. “Not that I’d’ve been disappointed if it- she- where a boy, I just-” Jamie bit his lip. “I didn’t want to be me dad and I were worried that if the baby were a boy that I’d…” Jamie closed his mouth and hated how his cheeks and eyes burned as he ducked his head again.

This was supposed to be happy. It was a good moment and Jamie was ruining it by being an idiot. Keeley made a soft sound and then Roy’s hand was underneath his chin, forcing it up to look them both.

“You’re going to be a better dad than he was no matter what, yeah?” Roy said and he smoothed his thumb over Jamie’s chin softly. “You are so good, Jamie. And you already love this fucking kid so much.” Jamie let out a strangled laugh and nodded as a tear rolled down his cheek. “You’re going to be great.”

“And it’s not like you’re going to be on your own, yeah?” Keeley pointed out. “Roy and I are gonna be there. And not that I think you could ever be like that-” Keeley said fiercely, “but we’ll protect her. Just like I have no doubt whatsoever that you will too.” Keeley held out a hand and Jamie stood and walked over to hold onto her. She tilted her face up and Jamie pressed as close as the exam table would allow to kiss her. Keeley pulled back and gave him a quick peck before reaching up to thumb away the tear from his cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Jamie murmured and buried his face into her temple.

#my writing #my fic #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #royjamiekeeley #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones

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julix41-blog · 2 months ago

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I redesigned Hera's husband! Finally! The poor guy doesn't look like Lafayette anymore, but Nicola Tesla (RoR), which I consider a great improvement. But I'm not going to waste my time.

⚗️Azazel comes from a well-off family, the Arkwrights are known for being the ones who make the expeditions to the outside world in order to have refractions, metals, etc. so Az always had some interest in this.

⚗️Azazel is the head of the Litch Soleil Alchemists, they combine Magic and Science. He's something of a well-intentioned mad scientist, but he definitely sometimes goes a bit overboard with the intensity of his experiments (he always wants to have an answer, that works against him).

⚗️He's someone very cheerful, lively and energetic! He has a great curiosity that helps him come up with complex ideas/theories that (in most cases) greatly improve the lives of those around him. although of course, he's a top-notch workaholic. it's something he and Hera have in common.

⚗️speaking of which, Azazel ABSOLUTELY adores Hera, sees her as his muse, his inspiration. he admires her deeply and even before they got married he saw her as something of an idol (for becoming a relatively young leader and still being so composed). They're like Homer and Morticia Addams. deeply in love.

⚗️Aside from alchemy and mechanics, Azazel has a guilty liking for astrology (that's how he connected with Hera in the first place). He also has a strong dislike for big parties (he's an ambivert, it's not that he hates people! He's just not as social as he'd like to be)

⚗️He has a twin brother! They're in different fields but have a good relationship. Despite everything, Azazel has very little contact with his family for personal reasons (especially his father. His mother is fine).

⚗️He's gotten an apprentice! Her name is Aurora. She's a very shy and overprotected girl, but Azazel sees great potential in her handling of alchemy and they're doing a lot of things together (Az likes to joke that she's "the daughter he'll never have" because he's too scattered to have kids)

⚗️Unsurprisingly, when it comes to collecting information or minerals for experiments, he has ZERO sense of self-preservation. It got to the point that Hera now sends him with a squad to make sure he comes back alive.

They're one of my favorite parents! I hope I can do more material about them❤️

I hope you like it!

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¡rediseñe al esposo de Hera!¡finalmente! el pobre ya no se parece a Lafayette, sino a Nicola Tesla(RoR), lo cual considero una gran mejora. pero no voy a perder el tiempo.

⚗️Azazel viene de una familia acomodada, los Arkwright son conocidos por ser quienes hacen las expediciones al mundo exterior para poder tener refracciones, metales, etc. por lo que Az siempre tuvo cierto interés en esto.

⚗️Azazel es la cabeza de los Alquimistas de Litch Soleil, justamente combinan Magia y Ciencia. Es algo así como un científico loco bien intencionado, pero definitivamente a veces se pasa un poco con la intensidad de sus experimentos (siempre quiere tener una respuesta, eso le juega en contra).

⚗️¡es alguien muy alegre, vivaz y enérgico! tiene una gran curiosidad que le ayuda a venir con ideas/teorías complejas que (en la mayoría de los casos) mejoran bastante la vida de los que lo rodean. aunque claro, es un trabajoholico de primera. es algo que el y Hera tienen en común.

⚗️hablando de eso, Azazel ABSOLUTAMENTE adora a Hera, la ve como su musa, su inspiración. la admira profundamente e incluso desde antes de que se casarán la veía algo así como un ídolo(por volverse una líder relativamente joven y aún así ser tan compuesta). Son como Homero y Morticia Addams. profundamente enamorados.

⚗️aparte de la alquimia y mecánica, Azazel tiene cierto gusto culposo por la astrología(así fue como conecto con Hera en primer lugar). también tiene un gran desagrado por las fiestas grandes(es un ambivertido, no es que odie a la gente! solo no es tan social como quisiera)

⚗️tiene un hermano gemelo! están en distintas áreas pero tienen una buena relación. pese a todo. Azazel tiene muy poco contacto con su familia por motivos personales (especialmente su padre. su madre está bien).

⚗️¡ha conseguido una aprendiz! su nombre es Aurora. es una chica muy tímida y sobre protegida, pero Azazel ve un gran potencial en su manejo de la alquimia y están haciendo muchas cosas juntos( Az le gusta bromear con que es "la hija que nunca va a tener" porque es muy disperso para tener hijos)

⚗️para sopresa de nadie, cuando se trata de recolectar información o minerales para experimentos, tiene CERO sentido de auto preservacion. llegó al punto de que Hera ahora lo envía con un escuadrón para asegurarse de que regrese vivo.

son unos de mis padres favoritos! espero poder hacer más material de ellos❤️

ojalá les guste!

#original character #original post #oc #original art #original project #original story #ocs #litch soleil #litch soleil oc #litch soleil ocs #alchemist #azazel arkwright #hera bellatores #español #spanish

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missfrieden · 1 year ago

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Tech as a father Chapter 21

Here we go, got sick the past week, and been so out of it. But now I am recovering and can post the days I have to sit out at home, while looking out at the snow and sipping some warm chocolate. (And I started to work on a long Rex story. If interested.)

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Chapter 21: Searching the missing parent

The Kaminoan scientist Gala Ta, flustered and frustrated, approached Lama Su to deliver the news that their attempt to obtain a blood sample from Orion had failed. "I apologize, Prime Minister," the Gala TA began, "but it seems that the clone designated as 'Tech' thwarted our efforts. He was highly protective of the child."

Lama Su, however, was not one to be easily discouraged. He had always been driven by the pursuit of genetic perfection, and he suspected that Orion could possess unique genetic qualities, that had something to do with his mysterious mother. "There must be more to this," Lama Su mused, stroking his elongated neck with a slender finger. "Orion's genetic makeup is exceptional, and it may have a connection to his mother. We need to find out who she is."

The Gala Ta hesitated for a moment, aware of the delicate nature of the situation. "But Prime Minister, if we pursue this path and discover the identity of Orion's mother, it may lead to unforeseen consequences. She might come for her child."

Lama Su, undeterred by the potential risks, fixed his gaze on the scientist. "That is a risk we must take. We have invested too much in the development of these unique clones. We will find out who Orion's mother is, and if necessary, we will deal with her. Make sure that the clone unit does not find out." As Lama Su made his intentions clear, it was evident that the Kaminoans were determined to unlock the secrets of Orion's genetics, even if it meant delving into the mysteries of his mother's identity. The pursuit of genetic perfection was a relentless drive on Kamino, and they were not about to let one stubborn clone and his infant son stand in their way.

The Gala Ta nodded obediently and took the assignment seriously. He knew that uncovering the identity of Orion's mother could be a significant breakthrough, not just for the Kaminoans but for their entire cloning program. "Understood, Prime Minister. I will begin reviewing the mission reports immediately." Lama Su watched as the scientist departed, leaving him alone in his chambers. He contemplated the potential ramifications of this pursuit. Orion's unique genetic composition held the promise of advancing Kaminoan cloning technology, and that was a prize too valuable to pass up. Who knew what that kid could contain in his genetics?

As the Gala Ta combed through mission reports and data, he meticulously cross-referenced every mention of women encountered by Clone Force 99. The process was time-consuming, but Lama Su was willing to be patient, and each new mission they were send on, gave new information that could be valuable. If there was any chance of obtaining a sample from Orion that could unlock the secrets of his genetics, they had to explore this avenue. Days turned into weeks as and Gala Ta continued his research, digging deeper into the squad's history. Lama Su waited anxiously for any breakthrough that could lead them to Orion's mother. The pursuit of genetic perfection on Kamino had always been relentless, and it showed no signs of slowing down, not when the future of their cloning program hung in the balance.

Chapter 22

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @aalizazareth @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal

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cathkaesque · 11 months ago

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Ooh yay thank you for the excuse to rant about my tiny army men project. Here's all the ones I've done so far!

Together these amount to one unit each of Germans and Soviets for Flames of War plus a couple of cannons. I have the rest of the cannons all sprayed up and ready to paint. I feel I need to up my game a bit with the bases, as they're the most visually noticeable thing about the figures from a distance. At the moment I'm just sticking on some static grass and calling it a day.

In total I have another platoon/battalion of German and Soviet infantry, 3 more 76mm cannons, another PAK gun, 3 nebelwerfer rocket artillery launchers, and the command squads still to paint up of the infantry, and then 7 T-34s, 3 Valentines, 4 SU-85s, 2 Panzer 4s, 2 Panzer 3s, 2 Panthers, and a Tiger to go for the tanks. The tanks should be a lot quicker to do as they are not so tiny and the Soviet tanks just tend to be big and green. Only taken me about 5 months to get what I've done so far finished!

I also have a plan to make a gaming board for them to play. I found a tonne of polystyrene on the street which I'm planning to use as a base for it stuck to some mdf. The polystyrene was convenient all cut into 2' x 4' rectangles, so I'm going to assemble each separately so they can be stored easily in 3 sections and allow for some modular switching around of the map.

I'm going to carve a river into one section of polystyrene, and then use some grass textured paper that is sitting in my parents' loft from back when I first went insane about this to cover it and give it a nice texture. I really ought to read more into how to do this before just Doing It but I feel like I've got a good idea about what I want and how to do it.

What I'm less sure of is building other features into the polystyrene, like hills, and in the back of my mind there are other issues like whether the river is going to be too annoying a feature to permanently include on the map when it comes to gameplay (although I'm pretty set on it - I'm modelling a crossing over the River Psel during the Battle of Kursk). I want to be able to turn it into a city environment with lots of ruined buildings too.

But yes this has taken over my brain completely - it will take a while but I'm having a lot of fun :)

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poppyseedoncaffeine · 2 years ago

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Sun and Moon show quotes because my sleep paralysis demon said so

Most of these aren't in character and I think its funny, Also Rays is good Eclipse and ya'll know who jigsaw is.

Monty, looking at their watch: It has been 2 hours and sixteen minutes since I’ve been insulted. Monty: It’s been about 5 seconds since I’ve been assaulted, but let’s not talk about that.

Monty: Lunar… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Lunar: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Monty: Monty: I wrote sanitize, Lunar.

Lunar: Can we get a birthday cake? Sun: It’s not your birthday. Lunar: The cake won’t know!

Monty: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

Shapeshifter: transforms to look like Monty Monty: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Eclipse: Look at the buns on that guy! Lunar: lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns Monty: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny! Eclipse: I'm not going back to jail!

Eclipse: Could you be anymore annoying? Goast!Lunar: Yes.

Goast!Lunar: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

Lunar, holding a scooter: Monty! Can I go outside and play with this? Monty: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Lunar, running outside: Thanks Monty! Monty, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

While the Squad is in a battle Goast! Blood Moon, trying to warn Sun about the location of an enemy: To the left! Sun, Extremely sleep deprived: Take it back now y'all! *gets decked in the face*

Moon: Did you two buy eggs like I asked? Lunar: Even better! Moon: What did you- Earth holding up a chicken Her name is Fluffy.

KC: What’s the status up here? Rays: Fucked up, about to die, Sun’s a nerd. The usual.

Monty, holding a kettle: Coffee or tea? Rays: Tea. Monty: Wrong. It's coffee.

Sun, in a room with Monty, Moon, and KC: It’s calm in here. Sun: It scares me…

Lunar: sharpens knife We've got ways of making people talk. Lunar: cuts piece of cake Jigsaw: …Can I have some? Lunar: Cake is for talkers.

Sun: How would you rate your pain? Rays: 0/10. Would not recommend.

Sun: Lunar, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Lunar: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

Eclipse: What's two plus two? Monty, has a concussion: Math. Eclipse: …I will accept that answer.

Lunar: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Foxy: Why start now?

Monty: Fruits that do not live up to their names; passionfruit, grapefruit, honeydew and dragonfruit. Monty: Fruits that do live up to their names? Monty: Orange.

Rays: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Rays Moon: …I was hungry.

Bloody: I called you like ten times! Why didn’t you pick up? Lunar: remembers dancing to the ringtone Lunar: I didn’t hear it.

Moon: …I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something. Eclipse, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

KC: Uh, Moon? Rays is in the pool and I don't think they're waterproof. Moon: What? Bloody: I think they meant, Rays is drowning. Moon: WHAT?! Meanwhile Rays: is drowning Lunar: OH MY GOD, RAYS! KEEP SWIMMING! Rays: I can't swim, dumbass— sinks Lunar: RAYS!

out grocery shopping Rays: takes a free sample twice Rays: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Earth: We all have our demons. Sun, grabbing Blood moon: This one’s mine!

Monty: Prepare to feel really bad about yourself. Rays: I’ve been prepared for that my entire life. Monty: Rays: Or something mean about you.

Sun: I’m so tired. Rays: Did you get to bed late? Sun: No. Rays: Did you do something strenuous? Sun: No. Rays: Then why are you tired? Sun: I’m alive. Rays: Sounds exhausting.

Monty: Hey, how did my phone break? Sun: You were drunk yesterday. Monty: And? Lunar: You threw it. Monty: Why? Eclipse: You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!” Monty: And why didn’t you stop me?! Foxy: We were busy laughing our asses off.

Monty: I’m not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I’m not passionate about. KC: What are you passionate about? Monty: Sleeping.

Moon: You’re a loose cannon, Eclipse. Eclipse: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Monty: I think you play by your own rules. Earth: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Moon: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Eclipse: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Rays is a loose cannon. Rays: smashes a chair Aah! You shut your trap, Eclipse! Earth: I’d say Rays’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing. Monty: Now I’m just confused. Is Eclipse a loose cannon or not? Moon: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. Eclipse: groans Rays: Aw, man.

Monty: Yum, thanks! Kidnapper: puts more tape over their mouth I said stop eating it.

KC: I ran into Monty in the kitchen at 1 AM last night and when I asked them what they were doing, they just shrugged, said “these are my roaming hours,” and wandered off, strumming vaguely on their Bass guitar.

Eclipse: I’ve been sleeping so little the past few nights that when I go to the alarm app, I click on the “power nap” button. I don’t set up alarms, I set up timers, Lunar.

Foxy: Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff. Monty: YOU PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!

Monty: You know, people treat me like a god. Foxy: How? Monty: They ignore my existence unless they need something.

Monty: The floor is lava! Sun: helps Blood moon onto the counter Lunar: kicks Eclipse off the sofa Moon: lays on the floor Monty: …Are you okay? Moon: No.

Sun: Who hurt you? Rays: snorting What, do you want a list? Sun: …Yes, actually.

Eclipse: I feel so burnt out. Monty: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon. Eclipse: Are you gonna… assassinate me? Monty: Well not if you’re expecting it.

#sun and moon show #sun and moon show eclipse #sun and moon show lunar #sun and moon show kill code #sun and moon show earth #sun and moon show montgomery gator #sun and moon show sun #sun and moon show moon #Sun and Moon show Good Eclipse #Sun and Moon show Jigsaw

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ziggythebiggestjennychanhater · 11 months ago

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Hello. It’s Xinying, as known as Penelope’s best friend.

You know ziggythebiggestjennychanhater aka Penelope? Well I have to say this unfortunate news.

She has officially committed su*cide. Penelope’s gone. This account is now merged together with @pixelxinying. Thank you all what Penelope just posted but it’s already too late. I saw her of how she’s feeling rn and she actually started to make g*re out of herself a few days ago.

Jenny-Chan2K10, if you’re looking at this, you should be ashamed of yourself of what you did to Penelope. She was trying to make jokes or whatsoever. I’m still in my vacation but I have to post this because she started to make g*re because of everyone is neutral or starting to like Petbahh and Jenny-Chan2K10. Her last post (which is real, and not posted on this account) is when she said my squad (the LycheeFangElfilis squad) is better than Jenny-Chan2K10.

And yes, the most traumatsing thing that I saw is when open Penelope’s room, and she has already passed away by hanging. I was so traumatised.

Don’t ask questions because this is now a serious issue to myself and Penelope’s parents, thus it’s confidential.

This is Xinying, signing off. You’ll be missed Penelope.

R.I.P.

Penelope (aka ziggythebiggestjennychanhater//ziggythehoshikoslayer)

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acacia-may · 1 year ago

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Ooo for the WIPs; what are the Time Next gen fics 👀? And the Vanessa’s father one? Those sound interesting 🥰!

Hi Lyra! It's so nice to hear from you. Thank you so much for your ask and for your interest in my wips, dear! 💕

I will confess that I haven't worked on any of my Black Clover Next Gen fics in a while (I have one, Portals and Potatoes) that has been in progress on AO3 since last year that I really need to go back to one of these days), but I am very fond of the two with "Time" in the titles (which are both from the same "Future Problems" series).

"Crossing the Time Line" is Spatial Brothers-centric. Kalon, Finral's time-traveling son in my AU, accidentally sends his father and Uncle Langris (who get along now) back to the Royal Knights Exam which they have to try their best to recreate without anyone finding out they are from the future--shenanigans ensue.

"Find Me In Time" is more angsty and serious in tone and is about the next generation of magic knights (mostly everyone's kids plus a few others) especially the Black Bulls squad when Yami's son, Katsu, is the captain. In a desperate attempt to retreat from a terrible battle with a Zogratis descendant (A/N: do not ask me which Zogratis the villain is related to--I honestly never thought about it because I don't wanna know lol), Kalon accidentally brings his captain several members of his squad [including Henry's daughter, Summer, Gauche and Grey's daughter, Mira, and Asta & Noelle's son, Kai], his best friend, Anni Boismortier (Charmy & Rill's daughter who is on the Aqua Deer), and his sister, Lia, (who is in the Golden Dawn) to safety in the past for a short respite in which they are comforted by their (young) parents.

As a bonus (to end on a happier note), "Captain Magna" is also a Next Gen story about the next generation Black Bulls squad but it takes place earlier (or in a different timeline) when Magna is the Black Bulls' captain. Trying to get his squad back to their base, Kalon accidentally takes them to the Black Bulls' hideout nearly two decades in the past where they are discovered by (canon-age) Magna and Luck. It's all lighthearted shenanigans.

The "Vanessa's Father" fic is one I would really love to come back to someday, but it became such a big (multi-chapter) project that I think I got a little intimidated and had to leave it for a while after it hit around 5,000 words. In briefest summary, Vanessa finds her biological father, Cyril Swann (OC), and agrees to meet him. Most of the story is told through flashbacks in which Cyril explains how he came to have Vanessa and, ultimately, was (forcibly) separated from her by the Queen of Witches.

I'll put the basic backstory and also a snippet from the wip under the cut since I'm not sure how to explain more without a lot of ramblings. 😅 (Warnings: mentions really unhealthy arranged marriage for the purpose of producing children only)

Vanessa's father, Cyril, grew up as the youngest child of the House of Swann, a lower-tier noble house in the Clover Kingdom. His family's only claim to fame was their mediocre wind magic, and the fact that Cyril's older sister, Channary, married into the Noble House of Sandler (eventually becoming the mother of Alecdora). Cyril is the only member of the Swann family in nearly a century not to have wind magic, having inherited string magic from his mother (who was specifically chosen to marry into the family because her magic was so weak it was not suspected to be passed down to the children). Cyril was close to his mother whose name was also Vanessa, but after she dies, he is treated as an outsider by his father and three older siblings: Cecil, Crispin, and Channary, as his string magic is considered fairly useless by everyone including Cyril himself who mainly uses it to change the strings on his violin.

Cyril lives next-door to Finral's (eventual) mother, Calia, who is his dearest friend and like a sister to him. Calia has what is considered a weak "summoning magic" that lets her move things with her mind (both in her line of sight and by picturing them), but it attracts the attention of the Noble House of Vaude and a marriage is arranged between her and the current heir, Ledior (like with Cyril's parents, the hope is that Calia's magic will be so weak that it won't prevent the Vaude spatial magic from being passed down to any children). Calia is a very sweet, if a bit naive, young lady and a talented pianist who loves to play accompanied by Cyril's violin (she considers him quite talented when Cyril just thinks of himself as mediocre). They also love to have tea in Calia's garden and to play with Cyril's cat, Reddington.

Shortly after Calia's marriage is arranged, one of Cyril's elder brothers, Crispin, trespasses in the Forest of Witches thereby breaking a treaty between the Witch Queen and the Clover Kingdom. Her Majesty the Queen of Witches is going to have him executed for breaking the treaty until Lord Swann (Cyril's father) negotiates with her and basically gives her Cyril/his hand in marriage in exchange for Crispin's release since she's interested in his string magic. The Witch Queen wants the power to control destiny, and with her Future Sight Magic, she has been able to see the future in which her daughter, Vanessa, exists, has the power to control fate, and uses a string-like magic. Having this power over destiny is far more important to the Witch Queen than her hatred of men so Her Majesty essentially wants to use Cyril to have Vanessa and then agrees to let him go.

Cyril eventually fancies himself in love with Her Majesty (and calls her Regina ("Queen") even though he isn't entirely sure if that is even her real name), so he agrees to the arrangement, marries her, and never feels forced into the relationship or into having children. Even though their "relationship" is cold, business-like, and more than a little problematic, Cyril tries his best to make it work and get Her Majesty to love him but, of course that doesn't work out. Her Majesty pities him, but that is really as much affection as she is capable of. [A/N: Their dynamic is very much "I Love You (As Much As Someone Like Me Can Love Anyone)" (YouTube) Warnings: some language and a few spicier/suggestive jokes in that song].

Eventually they have Vanessa together, and Cyril loves his daughter dearly, more than he could have imagined he could love anyone. He is actually the one who names her--naming her Vanessa after his beloved mother. His daughter is Cyril's pride and joy, but Her Majesty thinks he is a bad influence (being a man and all) so she tries her best to keep them separated from each other until eventually she kicks him out of the Forest of Witches altogether after Vanessa presents with her magic meaning the Queen has no more use for him. He isn't sure what happened exactly: one night he fell asleep in the Forest of Witches, the next night he woke up back in his old room at House Swann. The forest is well hidden so he could never find it again and even if he could, Her Majesty would never let him back in and he wouldn’t be able to break through her magical barrier (that Asta eventually breaks through his anti-magic).

When Cyril gets back to Clover, several years have passed. In that time, his best friend, Calia, has died from complications giving birth to Finral (and her husband has remarried quickly which doesn’t sit right with him). Cyril’s eldest brother, Cecil, died in the line of duty as a magic knight, and his other elder brother, Crispin, (who is kind of responsible for this whole mess in the first place) has taken over House Swann as next in line, but he can’t/doesn’t want to run anything so Cyril has to step in & actually keep their House going behind the scene (all the logistical things like making sure servants get paid, money is properly invested ect.). He spends his most of his days being touted around and shown off by his family (seeing as he’s technically a ‘prince consort’). Cyril is a very unpretentious and straight-forward person who hates the limelight, but his older brother and sister, Crispin and Channary, are not above using him and his status as a ‘prince consort’ to further their own standing & influence. Though Cyril tries to explain, nobody quite understands (or wants to understand) that he isn’t actually a prince consort so, unfortunately for him, he gets dragged around to a lot of fancy dinners and noble parties he doesn’t want to be at where sycophants try to suck up to him and/or try to arrange marriages with the daughter they’ve heard he has. [A/N: I actually played around with the idea of him ending up at a party at House Vaude at one point and running into a tiny Finral & Langris, but never did anything with it].

Eventually, Cyril reaches a certain breaking point where he just retreats from the public eye and tries to live a quiet life with his cat(s) while missing his daughter terribly and playing a lot of sad violin music, which is how no one has ever really heard of him before. House Swann was always a lower tier Noble House on the outskirts of the Noble Realm anyway so he was quickly and easily forgotten. He visits his sister & his nephew, Alecdora, from time to time, but he does not get out much.

Cyril is very heartbroken over losing his daughter and has never really forgiven himself for having to leave Vanessa, even though he didn't have a choice. Cyril suspected that Vanessa was in Clover and heard rumors about a powerful magic knight from the Forest of Witches with the power to control destiny, but he felt like he didn’t have the right to just show up out of nowhere and infringe on her life. He thinks she probably hates him for abandoning her and being absent and that there isn’t anything he can do to make it up to her, so he just lets it be and leaves her alone.

Eventually, however, he runs into Langris at a party hosted by Cyril's nephew and Langris' squad mate, Alecdora, and Langris recognizes Cyril's unique magic. After talking to him, he sort of puts together that he must be related to Vanessa and mentions it to her. Vanessa debates it for a little bit but eventually reaches out to Cyril and asks if they can meet. He explains the whole story, and Vanessa realizes that they're both victims of Her Majesty and that she has always been connected to him.

Now, there might be an author-given, actual reason why Vanessa’s fate power presents as a cat but in this story, but for this backstory, I kind of linked it back to her dad in a way. The strings are his power after all & even if this fate manipulation is combination magic (her majesty’s future sight + dad’s strings), it is powered by love. It’s the strong bonds she has with her Black Bulls family that help her unlock it, but in my mind (in this universe anyway) there might be something subconscious there where she’s pulling on a happy memory & bonds she doesn’t quite remember with a father who loves her which is why Rouge looks like her father's cat, Reddington (I was a little worried that naming the cat “Reddington” would be a bit on the nose though...)

Cyril and Vanessa reconcile and start to rebuild their relationship and really become part of each other's lives. Cyril would have been a wonderful father if he had been given the chance, but Her Majesty stole that from him. I like to think that going forward they get to have a close bond with each other, and if Vanessa ever has children, Cyril becomes a wonderful grandpa to them.

But I think I have rambled enough about all of this. 😅 Here's a small snippet from a scene that takes place when Vanessa is very little and Cyril is still in the Forest of Witches (and sneaking out to see her).

WIP SNIPPET:

“Papa!” Vanessa called to him excitedly before Cyril held a finger to his lips and shushed her gently—carefully tiptoeing over to the small bed which had recently replaced her crib. Since Her Majesty did not want him to spend a lot of time with her—often citing the corruption that would likely accompany a more masculine influence, Cyril had used to sneak out in the middle of the night to curl up next to his daughter’s cradle. Now that his little girl was getting older, however, he was having to find more creative ways to sneak out to visit her when Regina was too preoccupied with other things to care to stop him. After all, Cyril was sure she saw everything in her Forest and especially in her own palace so there was no hiding from her, but there was definitely a hierarchy to her concerns so he learned to schedule his visits around those. Now, for instance, it was very late, and Regina was holding court. She wouldn’t be bothered with coming to stop him from playing with his daughter.

“How are you, Nessie?” he whispered with a bright smile as he gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

Vanessa beamed at him. “Happy.”

“I’m glad.”

“You are happy, Papa?” she asked, slipping her tiny hand into his.

It was probably her favorite question, and like always, he smiled and assured her, “Of course, I’m happy. I’m with you” before he kissed her cheek causing her to giggle and laugh. Cyril stifled his own laughter so as not to draw too much unnecessary attention—a bit difficult seeing as Vanessa’s constant cheerfulness and beaming smile were simply infectious. Cyril remembered fondly that even when she was still a baby, Vanessa had this way of staring at a person with a bright smile until they smiled back at her—almost like a little game, as if she wanted everyone around her to be happy. When she got older, she took to asking them outright.

Before he could say anything more, Reddington jumped up into bed curling up next to Vanessa with a contented purr. The otherwise grumpy cat was particularly protective of the little princess, though Cyril was sure he would deny it if he was able. Even so, he was often snuggled up next to Vanessa relishing her attention and adoration—until she playfully pulled on his tail, that is, causing him to yelp and hiss before Cyril once again reminded her how to pet him gently and soothed him with an extra helping of catnip. Reddington purred again as Vanessa pet his soft fur.

“Happy, Red?” she asked—tilting her head as if genuinely waiting for the cat’s response. The cat mewed, and Vanessa smiled, seemingly pleased with this answer.

“I have something new to show you,” said Cyril, taking a seat at his daughter’s bedside.

“New amimals?” Her eyes seemed to light up when she asked, and Cyril nodded. Vanessa was always delighted by the little dolls and animals he made for her to play with out of his thread magic, particularly when Reddington had tired of them or was off sulking somewhere and no longer wanted to play. When Cyril wasn’t able to visit her, he was thinking of new things he could create and practiced making them with his magic. He had actually gotten pretty good at making them move as well, entertaining her with kittens that arched their backs, puppies that wagged their tails, fish that wiggled their fins, and little birds that flapped their wings causing Vanessa to giggle with glee for hours.

Vanessa’s eyes widened in wonder as Cyril held out his hands to her, forming his threads into the shape of a cow that moved its head up and down as if it was grazing in a pasture.

“What’s this?” she asked curiously.

“It’s called a cow. They make a silly sound: 'moo’,” he demonstrated, and his heart could have melted as his little girl burst into laughter and stared up at him with wide, joyful eyes. Her violet eyes were the one feature she had inherited from him. Cyril couldn’t help but wonder if someday when she got older, if he was no longer around, she might look at herself in the mirror and wonder where those eyes had come from and think of him, if only just for a moment. The thought caused his chest to ache and filled him with an unbelievable sadness, but he knew it was only a matter of time before Regina dissolved their arrangement.

#thank you so much for the ask dear #i really want to come to some of these someday #vanessa's father wip #black clover oc: cyril swann #answered asks #lyra 💜

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rosethornewrites · 11 months ago

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Fic: this body yet survives, ch. 16

Relationship: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Summary: A hiccup and a visit.

Notes: See end.

Parts 1 & 2

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

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The weeks that followed passed in peace, and Wei Ying blossomed in the absence of fear, working with excitement on the commissioned talismans for Jin-furen, using the Jiang siblings’ blood to test his ideas. They were able to resume their quiet afternoons in his studio while he worked on the portrait for Wen-zongzhu, often all four of them, each working independently together. He was relaxed more than he had been since the incident, more lively, and Wangji was glad to see it.

Several juniors approached Wei Ying for help with their forms, impressed by his performance against Su She, and they found in him a willing teacher, one who could diagnose the exact issues interfering with their mastery. Often he recommended exercises that would correct underlying problems like balance or footwork, diagnosing bad habits that had not interfered with more basic forms, but would prevent them from progressing. Always, he made sure to praise the juniors for what they were doing well, and they responded like flowers opening for sunshine.

Wangji had an inkling that he would eventually be teaching formal classes, once he had more fully recovered, having caught Shufu watching the informal lessons more than once. Wei Ying had clearly earned his status of head disciple in Yunmeng Jiang, and he flourished in a teaching role like he was born for it.

Some of those students had given him early gifts for his birthday, always in the form of consumables, which he shared with them but which were helping him continue to gain weight back, and Wangji made note of them as allies to Wei Ying.

Wei Ying often took tea with Lan Tayi, discussing talisman and array ideas with the master as fluently as one himself, and he had delighted in learning and even modifying the talismans that had been used against the conspirators, arguing they could be used to stymie yao during night hunts with a little tweaking. For his part, Lan Tayi seemed happy to distract him with such conversations, consistently bringing extra snacks to pawn off on Wei Ying, who would eat whatever was put on a plate in front of him when thus engaged. Wei Ying was often so excited about the ideas that came from tea that he would tinker with talismans for several hours those afternoons, with resulting in amazingly innovative results.

In truth Wangji understood little of their conversations, but he was happy to see Wei Ying enjoying himself, and that alone was reason to attend. As an added benefit, Jiang Wanyin preferred not to attend these teas and was happy for Lan Tayi to act as chaperone, and Lan Tayi did not frown over them holding hands as though convinced it would harm Wei Ying’s image. After the fight with Su She and the missive sent to all sects, with just enough information to show his beloved’s skill and strength while remaining modest in adherence to the rules, it was increasingly unlikely his status and value would be harmed by small gestures of affection, and Lan Tayi would never gossip.

As expected, multiple sect leaders found excuses to visit the Cloud Recesses following the missive, all looking for information, and they were immediately warned by disciples each time, and were able to stay in private areas of the grounds, whether the Jiang guesthouse, Wei Ying’s studio, the jingshi, or the bunny field. They had as of yet not been disturbed, despite several visiting disciples separating from their groups only to be found where they shouldn’t have been. This stopped when Xiongzhang enlisted several inner disciples and gave them permission to “gossip” with certain agreed-upon details that would assuage the curious visitors, though it frustrated him with its necessity, that people could not leave Wei Ying any privacy.

As his birthday approached, Wei Ying received a package from Nie Huaisang, which included expensive art supplies and a stack of books that made him blush deeply when he opened one, and which he placed in a qiankun pouch.

“For later, after we’re wed,” he told Wangji with a shy smile. “They’re, ah… educational.”

Wangji had known Nie Huaisang for enough years to know he’d sent cutsleeve spring books for their enjoyment, and he couldn’t be upset with it, especially since Wei Ying seemed pleased with the gift. They were not technically against the rules of the Cloud Recesses, so long as they were for educational purposes, and he had no doubt they would be very instructive. He was very willing to find loopholes to rules for Wei Ying’s happiness.

Shufu received a missive from Wen-zongzhu that Wen Qionglin was well enough to travel and they would come to the Cloud Recesses to celebrate Wei

Ying’s birthday in person, asking that it be a surprise for him, and Wangji hoped it would further lift his spirits. The information was easy enough to keep secret, particularly with Wei Ying distracted with his many projects, often shifting between several each day.

Their days had the same basic structure, varying based on Wei Ying’s needs and whims. Wei Ying always started his day with breakfast together at the Jiang guest house, often something Jiang Yanli prepped the night before, and usually involved soup: often pear soup, meant to keep the late fall chill at bay. She rose with him, styled his hair, and ate with them to act as chaperone, though he was certain she slept a bit more after they left. On occasion Jiang Wanyin joined them, but more often he ate later.

Xiongzhang assigned chaperones from a surprisingly long list of volunteers on a sort of schedule, and so they were accompanied by a disciple when they were together at all times. The first chaperone came to the Jiang guest cottage to escort them after breakfast. Their minders were polite and kind, not intruding too much on their time together, something Wangji appreciated.

While Wei Ying was in dizi lessons, Wangji had tea with his uncle and brother and returned for him, and when Wangji was teaching sword forms, both Wei Ying and Jiang Wanyin often chose to accompany him. Some days they went to Caiyi, even. But there were still days where he could tell Wei Ying was less able to handle being around people, and he would prefer to stay in the guest cottage and work on talisman ideas, read, and rest all day, and Wangji and the Jiang siblings coaxed him to do just that.

The day before his birthday seemed to be one such day, and Wei Ying shrugged off their coaxing.

“It’s the shift in weather,” he argued, stubborn. “I just need to move around a bit.”

The chill often bothered Wei Ying, and he was likely to spend much more time indoors when winter fell. To Wangji, the winters in the Cloud Recesses were something of a reminder of the death of his mother, but they were also beautiful and tranquil, and he hoped Wei Ying would enjoy that aspect despite the cold.

“If you’re sure,” Jiang Yanli said, relenting when he nodded.

So they started their day as they normally would, a leisurely breakfast and a chaperoned stroll to his flute lesson, and Wei Ying seemed to push through the malaise without difficulty, chattering on about a new stasis talisman idea he wanted to explore.

Wangji was having tea with Shufu and Xiongzhang, the latter focused on wedding ideas to be discussed with Wei Ying later, when their assigned chaperone rushed in and bowed hastily, and he immediately knew something must be wrong, even before the disciple told them that Lan Mingkai had taken Wei Ying to the infirmary.

Shufu nodded at him, gesturing toward the door immediately, giving him permission he was hardly waiting for. Wangji remembered to murmur a thank you to the disciple as he rushed out, and the disciple, a junior a few years younger than him, nodded and kept talking, giving more details—Wei Ying was unconscious, suddenly passed out—loudly enough for him to hear them until he turned a corner.

Worry consumed him, possibilities popping up despite his best effort not to conjecture—illness, poison, some long-term effect of Yu Zixuan’s attempt on his life, all the worst case scenarios fighting for purchase in his mind as he clutched Bichen hard enough to mark his skin and hurried to the infirmary. They had finally rooted out the saboteurs, but still Wei Ying could find no peace.

He was met by the Jiang siblings, who were also on their way there after being fetched by a servant, their expressions pinched with concern.

The healing staff immediately brought them back to where Wei Ying was being examined, his form still, his robes open, something Wangji hesitated at, but only his chest was bared. A curse mark, like a patch of charred and blackened skin over his heart, immediately confirmed his worse suspicions—that this was an attack—and clearly incensed the Jiang siblings. Jiang Yanli rushed to his side, while Jiang Wanyin loomed protectively.

“The curse is too weak to defeat his core,” the healer assured them, “but it will take time to burn through it.”

Jiang Yanli asked why he had passed out, and the healer assured him it was a reaction to the onset of the curse, though the state of his body as he worked to recover had also played a role. It wasn’t simply recovery from Yu Ziyuan’s abuse, but also his slow wasting afterward, overtaxed already only to be cursed.

“The curse is focused on his body?” Wangji asked, wondering if that detail would narrow down the possibilities.

Shufu and Xiongzhang arrived as he asked the question, and Shufu immediately went to Wei Ying’s side to examine the curse mark, the healer deferring to him.

“That seems likely, but it’s hard to know what the curse is given that he won’t be presenting symptoms,” the healer responded.

“Wen-zongzhu is something of an expert on curses,” Shufu commented as he looked over the curse mark, “so he may be able to identify it.”

“They should arrive later today, and he may even be able to break it,” Xiongzhang said.

Until then nothing could be done but to make Wei Ying comfortable, Wangji knew, hating that he could do nothing. Wei Ying would recover, but he had once again been attacked in Lan care, with little way of determining the perpetrator.

“What about the talisman A-Xian helped create?” Jiang Yanli asked as she fretted over her brother, smoothing his hair. “Could it not be used on the curse to find the caster?”

Shufu shook his head, but looked thoughtful.

“Not as it is. Curses can be cast from some distance, and the talisman has a limit, though Lan Tayi may be able to adapt it. I will speak with him.”

Nothing could be done for Wei Ying immediately, save making him comfortable while his jindan cleansed the resentful energy of the curse, and so he was transferred to a private room in the infirmary, where he looked far too small and still for Wangji’s liking. The healer gave him permission to play Cleansing for him, and he left his side only to fetch his guqin so he could do so, leaving the Jiang siblings to watch over him.

By the time he returned, Jiang Yanli had taken Wei Ying’s hair down from its crown, tying the forehead ribbon around his wrist. She’d had Jiang Wanyin turn him on his side while she braided his hair, likely of the opinion that he would be more comfortable, and he returned as she tied it off with his red ribbon and settled him back beneath the blankets.

Wangji sat nearby to play, letting himself focus on the music to the extent that the world would fall away for a bit, and started with WangXian in the hopes that Wei Ying would hear it and know he was safe, before transitioning into Cleansing. The song would help with the process of removing the resentment, aiding his jindan in burning through the curse, and Wangji hoped it would shorten the process.

Aside from a break when Xiongzhang insisted he eat, Wangji focused on the music, aware that Jiang Yanli left several times to work on the evening meal she hoped Wei Ying would be awake to enjoy, losing himself otherwise until the late afternoon when Wen-zongzhu arrived. With him were Wen Qing and Wen Qionglin, the latter of whom was being pushed in a wheeled chair, which Wen Ruohan had commissioned for his nephew’s comfort.

As Shufu and Xiongzhang led them in, Wen Ruohan nodded a greeting to Lan Wangji, placing a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from rising to bow, before he immediately attended Wei Ying with Wen Qing.

“It will take another two days to filter out the curse,” Wen Qing said after she examined the curse mark.

The idea that Wei Ying could be so still for days, after which it would be ill fortune to celebrate his birthday rankled Wangji, an important milestone in his recovery unmarked, lost because of the interference of another.

“It is no trouble to transfer such a weak curse to myself, and I can fully rebound to the caster to permanently prevent another attempt,” Wen Ruohan offered, his attention on Wen Qionglin, who looked particularly upset by Wei Ying’s condition.

The offer was extremely generous, especially if it was made without expectation of repayment, and would resolve a problem in what would likely be a very public way. Wangji could see Shufu and Xiongzhang wondering what he might want in return.

“I only wish that Wei-gongzi consider swearing brotherhood with my niece and nephew, if he wishes, if he insists upon this being a debt,” the sect leader assured.

Wangji was astonished, seeing that not as a way to repay a debt, but as a way to more formally protect Wei Ying—the Lan sect would protect him as a disciple and Wangji’s betrothed, and the bond of siblinghood with Jiang Yanli and Jiang Wanyin also offered some protection as well as an implied rebuke of Yu Ziyuan, but he had no doubt being the sworn siblings of the beloved niece and nephew of one of the most powerful men in the jianghu was an even more powerful protection, particularly if Wen Ruohan’s rebound killed the caster, as he had implied it would.

Wei Ying, no doubt, would agree happily, already close to Wen Ning and Wen Qing, the latter having saved his life at Lotus Pier, but he would also see the weight of such a brotherhood and perhaps its offer of safety as a relief, and Wangji would confess to being relieved by it as well.

The Jiang siblings exchanged looks with each other and then with the Wen siblings. Whatever Jiang Yanli saw led her to nod, and she patted Jiang Wanyin’s arm and took over, smoothing her hanfu as she bowed to the Wens, her brother following her lead.

“I know A-Xian will agree. Thank you for helping my didi, Wen-zongzhu.”

Wangji bowed with Shufu and Xiongzhang to offer thanks as well.

Wen Qing supervised her uncle, making him sit while he transferred the curse to himself, and Wangji knew the moment it was done by the way Wei Ying let out a soft sigh. He hadn’t noticed the tension in his future husband’s body as it fought the curse, but it was made clear when his body seemed to unclench and he sank deeper into the bedding.

He still didn’t stir, but Wen Qing assured them that was expected, the curse having strained his system.

“Hundred Holes,” Wen Ruohan murmured, checking the curse mark that was now on his own chest. “His cultivation is not as weak as the caster imagined.”

That particular curse was meant to cause constant pain and to disfigure the victim, as though Wei Ying hadn’t already suffered enough, wasn’t scarred enough.

The Wen sect leader pulled his robes aside, baring his chest, and cut a finger with a small dao-style jade dagger engraved with the sun on its handle and guard, then used his blood to paint an array around the curse mark. Wangji could interpret only a bit of it—that it was meant to rebound—but it was much more intricate, and with blood, much more powerful. Wei Ying would have been fascinated, he knew, and he wondered if Wen-zongzhu would be a good correspondent for him regarding talismans and arrays.

When he was finished, Wen Ruohan inspected his work, then nodded in satisfaction, clearly pleased with the lines of his work.

“When I activate this array, the entirety of the curse will rebound; the caster will face the full force of the curse, and will not survive.”

He stated this casually, as though giving Shufu and Xiongzhang time to protest, knowing how the Lan abhorred killing. Neither did, and Wangji felt a cold sense of relief in their willingness to allow a more permanent solution.

If the body was discovered it would be investigated by a local sect because of the manner of death, and word would ultimately reach Gusu, identifying the culprit. Hopefully such a discovery would prevent a resentful ghost from rising and continuing to target Wei Ying.

Privately, he hoped the caster was someone known to them already, perhaps even Yu-furen, though he doubted Wei Ying would want the guilt he would feel associated with her death with the Jiang siblings.

Truthfully, casting curses from afar didn’t align with Yu-furen’s disposition or weapon of choice, meaning others sought to harm his future husband, and that was perhaps worse for Wei Ying’s mental wellbeing.

Wen Ruohan demonstrated no pageantry, simply activating the array, which seemed to absorb into the curse mark. The spiritual energy in the room seemed to go taut, then snapped out and away from the Cloud Recesses, taking the curse mark with it.

Xiongzhang pointed in that direction, and Wen-zongzhu nodded.

“I will assemble a team of seniors to search in that direction,” Shufu said grimly.

Wangji knew his uncle felt particularly protective of Wei Ying, as he had confessed that he was ashamed of his behavior toward him during the lectures, his dismissal of his bright intellect and undying curiosity. If the culprit’s spirit was resentful, the seniors would handle it before it became a problem.

Wen Qing briefly checked her uncle’s meridians, then shooed him, Shufu, and Xiongzhang to the door, adamant that Wei Ying needed no stress upon waking until she could check him for any lingering effects of the curse, uncaring of rank. She then had Wen Qionglin wheeled to another private room so she could examine him and make sure the travel had not had ill effect, leaving them to settle and wait for Wei Ying to wake.

Jiang Yanli reluctantly left to continue cooking, though she was pleased that Wei Ying would likely be awake to enjoy it, and Jiang Wanyin commented after she left that likely she would cook even more dishes with the intent that the Wen siblings would dine with them.

“If Wei Wuxian is up to it,” he added after a moment, watching his brother’s still face.

There was no telling how Wei Ying would take this most recent attempt to attack him, but Wangji suspected he would meet it with quiet acceptance and try to forget about it as he tried to forget all ills perpetuated against him with varying success. He drew out his guqin again, focused now on playing WangXian, hoping to ensure he woke surrounded by love, that it would comfort him.

Shortly, Wei Ying woke with a start, no warning that he was stirring, babbling about curses and resentful energy and scrabbling at his robes. Jiang Wanyin stopped him, holding both his wrists so he couldn’t hurt himself, sitting in front of him so Wei Ying could see him.

“Deep breaths, A-Xian. You’re safe.”

Jiang Wanyin breathed with him to help him calm, and Wangji started WangXian again, having stopped with a discordant twang when he woke so suddenly. The music seemed to help calm him, his breathing returning to normal.

Wen Qing returned to check the flow of his qi through his dantian, and nodded in satisfaction.

“Uncle transferred the curse and rebounded it,” she said brusquely. “Your body and cultivation are undamaged. The caster will no longer be a threat.”

He blinked up at her, surprised to see her as they had kept the visit secret, though this certainly wasn’t the revelation Wangji had expected.

“I felt it take root, and then just nothing,” Wei Ying murmured hoarsely, prompting Wangji to abandon his guqin and pour a cup of water from an ewer on the bedside table.

“Hundred Holes, far too weak a curse to take hold on someone with as powerful a jindan as yours,” she told him, refilling the cup when it was empty. “Uncle hopes you will swear brotherhood with A-Ning and I during our visit.”

Wei Ying was quiet for a moment, lost in thought, but then he jolted, looking at her hopefully.

“Wen Ning came with you?”

At her nod, he smiled widely, distracted from his ordeal at least temporarily.

“Swearing brotherhood?” he asked, momentarily taken aback at the offer before he smiled again. “Ah, Qing-jie, I knew you liked me! Of course I’ll be your sworn brother. Ningning’s too.”

Wangji suspected that Wei Ying’s focus on the ramifications of the brotherhood was simply masking his reaction to being cursed, and when he glanced at Jiang Wanyin he could see that same suspicion written into his expression.

“You’re ridiculous,” Wen Qing huffed, and something in her demeanor told Wangji she, too, had that worry.

They would have to pay closer attention in the coming days for signs that Wei Ying would benefit from a visit to the mind healers, though Wangji thought he might mention the possibility to Wen Qing in private. Wei Ying’s focus on the good in the situation could be problematic if he did not reach out when he needed support, if he tried to hide his hurts or shut down.

Jiang Yanli’s return served as another distraction, conversation about Wei Ying’s health diverted by her joy at seeing him awake, having been summoned by a disciple sent by Shufu, as well as Wei Ying’s insistence that he was only three years old in the play Wangji had become accustomed to.

When Wen Qionglin was brought into the room, the group naturally expanded, bringing good cheer and laughter to Wei Ying in a way that soothed his worries a bit.

Though Wangji knew the mood was a distraction, it was something his zhiji needed now, and he was more than happy to sit beside him as he basked in the presence of family and soon to be family. All else could wait.

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This Wen Ruohan dotes on his niece and nephew, and the combination of Wen Qing’s concern as Wei Wuxian’s doctor and Wen Ning fretting over his best friend’s health and well-being spurred him to act here. His sickly nephew traveled a long way to celebrate Wei Wuxian’s birthday with him, and he’ll be damned if that falls through!

Lan Wangji is concerned in the end that Wei Wuxian might bottle up his feelings about being cursed, causing a setback in his recovery. While Wei Wuxian has learned mindfulness of his own needs, his bad habit of setting them aside for others, ingrained in him by his upbringing, sometimes sabotages him.

Continuing my medical issues, but I just started a promising medication that has so far had amazing results. I’m feeling pretty hopeful.

I spent April Fool’s Day sitting in the ER with a gallstone—took 8 hours to finally get pain relief, and I couldn’t even play games on my cell phone through the pain. Several firsts for me: IV, blown IV, CAT scan, CAT scan with contrast (this blew the IV), and morphine. So I get to be more mindful of what I eat. No more chili cheese nachos, alas.

Thank you all for sticking with me through the slow writing. Please let me know what stood out to you in this chapter!

Happy birthday, Wen Ning!

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About Sonic Franchise... what would I do? 1#

Hello, have you ever imagined what would you do if you where in a position of a company because you wanted to change something that they originally did but it was so bad? Well, today (or everyday), I will talk about what would I do if I was the owner of the entire Sonic franchise and if SEGA gave me full freedom of what I could do as an average Sonic enjoyer. 1. Rewrite with more consistence

It's kind of simple thing actually, if we compare the IDW with Sonic Universe, we can see that the stories made in Archie Comics was more... developed? Like, we had a lot of cool characters and stuff and we had a good story (The ones directed by Ian Flynn, of course.). Mobius will be Terra (Earth) but in 299 years in the future, and the term humans will be changed to overlander, you know the old story created by Archie, right? I will just make an adaptation, I don't even know if I could use the term overlanders to mention the humans, if I cannot use it then the name would be tumans, the "t" is from Terra.

2. Characters

I would need to talk with Ian Flynn about bringing his old characters, like Eclipse the Darkling, yes, Shadow's brother, we had an good story with him but it didn't had a continuation. And I would also need to talk with... ugh... Ken Penders... because he is owner of a lot of important characters, like: Scourge, Lara-su, Julies-su, Sonic's parents, Mammoth Moul, Sally's family and many others. And of course, the IDW characters will continue to exist and everyone working on this work can create new characters. I'm thinking about giving Cream brothers... if not, give a reason for why she is the only daughter, yes, I like to create dark backstories.

3. Fan-Characters

Since I really liked the community (the good part of it, at least), I would talk with a lot of creators, about me, giving a payment for them, that could give me the permission to make a lot of specials ACTs about their characters, why would I do that? Because good references is not enough and it would be a form of thank you for being part of the community, of course, not everyone would had their special comic, but at least have a camera or apparition in a square of a comic. But the highest apparition of them would be in a remake of Sonic Forces, why? Because the game has the custom character creation, and many OCs appeared from there, also, I think the game was supposed to be a certain alliance between company and clients. And also characters that was a beta version of other characters, like Terios, Umbra, Venice and the beta version of Blaze, Sonic, Rouge and also, cancelled characters like Tiara, Null, Metal Shadow and Inigo. 4. Consistence

Let's use an example, Shadow the Hedgehog, in the old comics, he was very different than today (IDW), he worked for G.U.N, made a overlander (human) friend called Hope than reminds him of Maria, he wasn't so cold and impatient, he also had a respect for Sonic. Today, on the IDW... he's sucks... yeah. I mean, in Sonic Forces, he killed the Jackal Squad, yes, he killed, that was confirmed by Ian Flynn, the problem is that he wasn't supposed to kill when his motivations is being led by Maria's wish about giving them a chance and... I forgot what she told him... but anyways, you get the idea.

5. Character rules

In the IDW there is a lot of those stupid rules... Sonic cannot cry, I mean, it would be nice, c'mon. Mobius, mobian and G.U.N cannot be mentioned and OH MA GA, money doesn't exist. In this Ultimate Rewrite of mine, those rules will be burned. Shadow won't be a complete jerk, there will be money, Mobius is where everything happens and most importantly, everyone will get a parentship.

6. Family

Sonic had a lot of parents, yes... but when came the IDW, they got erased... so... this time, our blue blur will have parents, and this will be nice because, I already have a story involving his parents, Bernadette Hedgehog and Jules Hedgehog... and Aleena... yes, the very first (I think) mother of Sonic..., I will explain this thing in other post, for now, just be in alert. Tails also will have his parents (again), as for Amy and Knuc-... oh yes... I forgot about the "last of the echidna" thing... but you guys get the idea. 7. Relationships

People that know me would say "Oh let me guess, you will make Sonadow a cannon?" HAHAHA no... as much as I would like... no, because after some time, I see that Sonic loves everyone but not to the point of being in a romantic relationship, but, to make everyone happy, there will be an ACT where Sonic or someone else from his gang, would travel to other realities, and one of those realities, the Sonadow thing is real or Sonamy or many others, I want to make a lot of references that the fans made, like Sonic.exe, Sonic: The murder of me, and a lot of other kind of realities... oh, Amy and Shadow will propose to Sonic, but he will reject in the canon, but be glad that there will be those ACTs. As for other ships... Rouge and Knuckles will be a thing, but after... what? 40 Comics? Who knows? In the end, they will be a couple. And there is the ship between Silver and Espio... I think it's cute to happen, and it would be perfect! I mean... Silver, technically, shouldn't create any kind of relationship or else it would create a paradox... man... I have a great idea to the future so they could be a couple. About Blaze... she is more like a old sister to Silver, like Rouge is to Shadow, so no romance between them! Vector and Vanilla will have their developments to be a couple. Gadget and Zero... I mean, why not? I just need a perfect story to make more sense. And yes, Gadget will be canon, between all the custom characters, he will receive more focus. 8. Custom Characters

Do you guys remember of the promotional characters of Sonic Forces? Well, they will exist and I will create (or help to create) a story for each one of them or just a tip of what they were, who they are and why they fight... and like I said before, Gadget will have more focus.

#sth #sonicthehedgehog

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