#bs dragon au

[brawlstars-dragon-au]

Coloured some Bo sketches! (Ft. His silly little kids on the right)

[robo-drake09]

She's an icon, the legend, and the moment ☆ the queen of the stage, Lola!

Alts under the cut:

[proxycrit]

Day 26- Lanayru Mountain

Perhaps dragon song sounds familiar. No matter; it’s time to get to business.

On that note, magnesis is reacquired! Purah’s still working on the other glyphs.

(“We’ll find a cure by the end of this year, I promise.”

“I hope we do, Mimi. I really, really hope we do.”)

((This is a totk au called familiar familiar! Zelda doesn’t go back in time, history is forever changed, and link is beset by ghost memories from his magic arm as per usual.))

(Want to throw a coin to an exhausted art hermit? Check out my patreon!)

[a-h-li]

DND!Hazbin Hazbin AU: Alastor makes his character sheet

Part 1/?

Original post with everyone’s characters

[sunmooncups]

🐉🔥🦐Burning Dragon 🦐🔥🐉

Now i draw page in style Chinese Culture. I love their language, culture and their traditional costume. I love them so much 😩😩😩💗💗💗💗. And i love very much their dragons, brave and clever. And in this page you see mine new fav ship.

Bye bye 🧏

[dayntee]

[Fic] That Year at Arlathan University - Chapter 5: Extracurriculars

Full chapter available on AO3 here and below the cut.

Summary: In which many activities take place outside of class.

Still rolling with slow burn, so don’t take the title too dirty just yet y’all. 🤣

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After buying back some grace, figuratively and literally, with his office mate, life got a little smoother for Solas. Slowly, they began to develop rituals as both colleagues and friends.

On Mondays, he'd arrive early with a tea for her and a flavored latte for himself.

"I don't know how you can drink that sugary garbage," she'd remarked with a grimace on her face.

"And I do not know how you can stomach hot leaf water, but I suppose I will not judge you for that, at least," he had retorted. She glared back at him for but a moment? Which he held, before both burst into laughter.

Tuesdays and Thursdays were busier, the two often hustling from back to back classes. However, they quickly discovered their first session after lunch were in adjacent lecture halls, and began to take meals and walk together.

He'd quiz her on the latest bit of Elvhen he'd taught her, usually aligning the lessons with whatever his students were currently reviewing, and she'd fumble through pronunciations and grammar until she got it right. He'd laugh and she would pout—but ultimately, he exhibited patience through gentle corrections.

Meanwhile, she’d find relatable anecdotes of Dalish experiences to the phrases he’d teach. How they might use them now, or how the context had come to be misinterpreted. Never did she presume the knowledge she offered was correct—instead, she’d begin to dissect the differences in real time, postulating on the hows and whys that it came to be.

He found himself particularly enamored with these discussions.

Wednesdays he would see her very little, and came to learn it was because Harding had roped her into acting assistant coach of AU's archery team. She apologized in advance for the sports bag and bow quiver taking up additional space in the office on these days, but he brushed her concerns aside.

"At present, it is our shared space, and you are entitled to it." For that, she seemed grateful.

Fridays were the only day they seemed to have trouble encountering one another. He'd enter the office as she was leaving for class, or she'd arrive as he was hurrying to a staff meeting. It was always something different; lunches planned were always cancelled for last minute requests, or booked solid due to other events. Eventually, in the back of his mind, he wrote it off as a day to go about his normal business.

After a few weeks of this dance, he’d come in one morning to a small package wrapped in foil on his desk. A folded note accompanied the gift, and he realized this was the first time he’d seen her surprisingly elegant script.

Consider this fair trade for the tea. You seem to like sweet things. I hope the Dalish origin of these isn’t too offensive.

He could hear the teasing tone of her voice as he read. There was no signature, but a little flourished smiley face beneath the message that tugged from him a not dissimilar expression.

Housed within was half a dozen baked treats, dough flaked on the outside, but soft and buttery within, housing a tart jelly made from mixed berries. Their irregular size and shape suggested they were handmade.

He had no idea what they were called, but they might have been even more delicious than his normally preferred Orlesian frilly cakes, and paired even better with coffee.

It was all becoming predictable and oddly… comfortable. He had begun to realize the more time passed, he was beginning to seek if not prefer her company to his usual solitude. Even more interesting was that this disruption in his routine was not unwelcome.

Classes, on the other hand, were another matter entirely. Plenty of students were learning and growing, to his approval.

Others were proving a proper pain in the ass.

Unfortunately, there was only so much adjustment he could make. The politics in play around this year's students were a minefield to navigate and Solas was finding himself spending more time in the administrative offices appealing to Leliana's best nature—as well as reporting his own findings on the evolving situation.

"Exactly how long do I need to tolerate this year's Antivan subterfuge, headmistress?"

"Dean is fine, thank you," Leliana shot him a placid look; they played this game of titles every year. "And you know the answer as well as I—for as long as they are properly funding their students' tuitions."

"There are a lot more of them this year," he noted, standing with his arms crossed behind his back in her office to discuss the matter with her and two others—one Varric Tethras and a tall, stern-faced woman with shortly cropped dark hair.

"You've noticed too, Chuckles?" the dwarf sighed. "They're not the only group making plays either. I've seen more Wardens, more transfer students from Tevinter and Nevarra… Hell, even Isabella is looking to install the Lords of Fortune in our halls."

Solas raised an eyebrow at that. "Are they looking to stir trouble with the Veil Jumpers specifically? They have competing interests, do they not?"

Varric's shoulders went up in a shrug. "Damned if I know, but you gotta admit it's strange these groups are rolling into our halls all at once. Things only get busy when trouble's brewing,"

"Loathe I am to admit, I agree with Varric," the other woman in the room crossed her arms pointedly. "We have seen supporting evidence in admissions. They have increased this year by nearly forty percent, and more than half of the students have received support from one scholarship or another. The Chantry is struggling to maintain comparable funding from Orlais and Fereldan."

"Thank you, Cassandra," Leliana tented her hands in front of her. "I have also begun to hear whispers among my contacts that additional financiers have begun looking into investments in and around Arlathan, particularly within the city center. New businesses springing up rapidly and bids for available land are rising to unusual levels," her brow furrowed. "The source of these efforts is muddied; they don't all appear to be related, but I do not suspect it is a coincidence. It may not be within the University's power to intervene, but I would advise we keep our collective ears to the ground, yes?"

The others in the room nodded their agreement before turning to leave.

"Solas, if you've a moment,"

Solas halted his exit, allowing the others to leave and gently closing the door behind him.

"Speak plainly now; what have your people reported?"

Solas took a slow, measured breath; there was but one individual who was currently aware of at least part of his secret, purely out of necessity. He required the dean's assistance to keep his storied history and suspiciously long lifespan under wraps, especially amongst the longer tenured faculty. Thankfully, Leliana was a trustworthy woman once her loyalty was earned, and that had been a foundation he had been careful to lay the grounds for over a decade in advance. She knew little more than that he was of ancient times and that their goals were, more or less, aligned.

"How much do you know of the Evanuris?"

"I believe I have heard you use the term before. Is that not the name of the Elven pantheon?"

"In a manner of speaking," he stepped forward and took a seat; this was going to take some explanation. "The Evanuris fancy themselves gods, but in truth, they are no more powerful today than a duke or empress might be,"

"That is still quite powerful,"

"Yes and no," he frowned. "Their names may carry power, most certainly amongst the Dalish, but the world at large currently views them as religious myths of legend rather than the truth of them. Powerful aristocrats who happened to be in the right place at the right time. I have heard-" he paused, trying to word his next statement both carefully and clearly. "I have heard they desire to re-emerge. To public view."

Leliana leaned in, concern shadowing her eyes. "You are certain? The Chantry would be put in an… awkward position at the appearance of Elven gods made flesh,"

"Yes, I imagine it would," there was an underlying wryness to Solas' agreement, but they both knew his current arrangement bringing the Chantry and Veil Jumpers together in the foundation of Arlathan University was the lesser of two evils. "The work we have all been doing here explicitly discredits their divinity. It is my intention to ensure the world will know who they really are, and why they should remain irrelevant in today's society. We can, and should, continue our progress in unearthing the truths of Elvhenan and giving a deserving history back to the People, but…"

"But?"

"If the Evanuris wish to regain their power and influence, they will intervene, and it will not be for anyone's benefit but their own. What I do not know is the manner in which they will attempt this,"

"Then we will remain vigilant," she leaned back slightly, letting out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. "Are you prepared to stand against your own gods, Professor?"

Solas barked a laugh he couldn't hold back, and she eyed him closely. She was not one to appreciate being left out of a hidden meaning.

"Forgive me, Leliana. But it won't have been the first time, and just as unlikely to be the last," he responded after calming his amusement. He removed his glasses and cleaned them with the edge of his sweater. "Even if we are successful in our efforts, they won't go quietly back into the shadows without a fight."

Leliana smiled, a fire in her eyes as bright as the color of her locks.

"Then we shall give them one,"

Notes:

Ahahaha, I bet you didn't expect PLOT.

Funny how this started as a vehicle for crack and smut and has somehow turned into modern day financial intrigue. *throws up hands* I've got no excuses, let's see where it goes.

[beckthetyphlosion]

ZALGO Speaks in Ancient Sumarian/Latin/Arabic/Spanish.

It also created its own language for the Underrealm.

ZALGO is a symbol of rebellion, spiritual evil, and the forces of destruction that threaten humanity. ZALGO was one of the Primal Titan Class, the Beast of the Sea, and the Beast of the Earth.

Bà'yal, Dragon of The Earth. The Father

Paįμa, Dragon of the Sea. The Lord

And "ZALGO", The Dragon of the End, The God.

The entity is divided into seven components, each representing an aspect of its mind and existence, manifesting its emotions in a tangible way.

Seven mouths; seven entities. Ten horns, ten dimensions/circles of the underworld.

The Acedia, The Superbia, and The Invidia were the first three creations, ranked first, second, and third, respectively. They represent the strongest emotions given physical form.

The Acedia

Earthly name: Laughing Jack

The Superbia

Earthly Name: The Slender man

The Invidia

Earthly name: Exetior/The Executable, laymans terms Sonic. EXE

The infinity of ZALGO is affirmed because ZALGO is the only substance which can possess the attribute of existence.

There is no other creature of the same as ZALGO in the Underrealm; therefore, nothing exists that can limit ZALGO

All particular things flow necessarily from the nature of ZALGO

All reality is in ZALGO.

[adashulaz]

I will never be writing again for at least 6-7 business weeks because this is the longest chapter I've written for a story but I kept rewatching episode 1 of Arcane to make sure it follows close to the canon as it possibly could

[alectoperdita]

anyway here are the kaijou fics i know of that feature discussion and/or use of fantasy dildos modeled after dragon dicks

In League With Dragons by saggiclowns

Bad Dragon, Good Puppy by HornedQueenOfHell

Pearly White and Silver, with Hints of Blue by KyattoShaku

Bad Dragon by @unfriendlyamazon

[spainkitty]

Part 1 has begun!

Chapters 1&2 are the Prologue. After this, I'll post one chapter every other week, and WIP excerpts from Part 2 on the other weeks😎😘

[brawlstars-dragon-au]

The emerald serpent, adorned of gold and amethyst snakes that sit atop her crown: Medusa Emz.

Steet clear of her cold glare. To meet it means to become another stone statue in her gardens.

[robo-drake09]

Give it up for Sam, the right hand of the Goldarm Gang! ☆

[kaysdenofchaos]

Warmup drawing w a crossover of BS!Mikey chillin w @hitwiththetmnt ‘s dragon au :3 they’re adorable ash and needed to be drawn frfr

Trying to get a little more quick and rough with my lines for that comic ink art style!! Took abt an hour which is a slay

Mikey underdrawing 🧡

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Oct 16th

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1. Hello! I would like to reread a story but forgot the title. It’s a fix-it I think lan zhan was thrown back in time in CR study arc and wei ying saw it because there’s a light and he hear a shout then Lan Zhan was unconscious. Thank you so much

FOUND? in a dream, i was home by thelastdboy (M, 25k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Canon Divergence, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Time Travel Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Different First Meeting, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Sentient Burial Mounds, CSSR and WCZ Live, Families of Choice, Protective LWJ, Everybody Lives, Temporary Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Golden Core Reveal, Fluff, Developing Relationship, Wen Remnants Live, WQ Lives, WN Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX)

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2. Hi I saw someone ask this here but never saw the fic. I'm looking for a fic, It's where lwj leave the sect gives money and valuables to the wen remnants and lxc ask for rabbit as some kind of compensation. Op said some girls were braiding lwj hair by the end being vain and lan sect saw this. Thank you so much I hope you help me

FOUND?🔒Unpack Your Heart by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 22k, wangxian, Romance, Everybody Lives, Canon Divergence, LWJ Has Feelings, Protective LWJ, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Wangxian in Love, YLLZ WWX, Lan Clan Elders are Assholes, Minor Transgender Character, Qiongqi Path Divergence, LWJ loves his bunnies)

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3. hi there!!! this is for the next fic finder. i am looking for a twt threadfic which had wwx and lwj as academic rivals. i really don't remember much of it except there was a moment where lwj says smth really mean to wwx after he got lesser marks than him, and wwx starts crying a bit (???) and lwj is like Oh No What Have I Done. that was the last update that i read and idek if there's more or not. can anyone help?

thank you everyone!!

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4. I am trying to find a Fic where Lan Zhan goes to Lotus Pier to ruin them for being rejected. He learns that Wei Ying never rejected him but Madum Yu did. She is punished and Lan zhan asks Jiang Yanli permission to marry Wei ying.

FOUND? Warrior Prince by QteCuttlfish (M, 3k, WangXian, Threats of Rape/Non-Con Angst with a Happy Ending, Omega Verse, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Implied Mpreg, Not Canon Compliant)

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5. Hi! I’m looking for this modern college E fic where WWX is like a tatted punk and he overhears that LWJ is basically a sex god who didn’t do seconds. He hears that LWJ is into a guy in his department with last name Wei and confronts him. They bone and he sees that LWJ has a nip piercing and a tattoo that WWX designed a while ago tysmia

FOUND? So I love you because I know no other way than this by Trueredhearts (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, CSSR and WCZ Live, College/University, Tattoos, Nipple Piercings, Genital Piercing, Law Student!LWJ, Engineering Student!WWX, Childhood Friends, Explicit Sexual Content, Graduate School)

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6. Hi ��� a ff where lan Zhan give wei Ying name wei Wuxian. Wei Ying lock BS in her mountain. Wei Ying Sect leader. BM all clear. JC lock his parents. Save XY . Wei Ying make JGY Sect leader of jin . Yiling best city. Control world . Slap Tham in there language. @richie-234

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7. Hello I'm looking for a fic where wwx is a god, a prince to be exact. He meets lwj while visiting. I think they get betrothed but lwj does not know his real identity. I think by the end wwx and his entire family came down an while they were in line he was waving at lwj.

FOUND? cloudy autumn heaps the sky by anatheme (T, 23k, WangXian, Fantasy, Universe Alteration, Secret Identity, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Timeline What Timeline, wwx is a little older here, wwx piling gifts on lwj and encouraging hoarding tendencies, Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Arranged Marriage)

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8. Fic finder plz!

LQR owns a cat cafe and LWJ and LXC are like very pretty ragdoll cats and WWX is this gremlin sphinx cat that eventually wins over LWJ.

LQR isn’t happy about this though and has JC keep WWX locked up so he can’t come and bother LWJ but it all ends happy. I’ve tried searching cat LWJ and cat WWX and nothing comes up. Help! 😭😭

FOUND! allopatry by Anonymous (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Cats, not in a catboy sense they're actual cats, wwx's propensity for annoying lqr transcends species, codependent cats as a catalyst for, lqr + jiang sibs friendship) I searched cat Cafe 🐈 😻

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9. Hi! I'm looking for a fic similar to one I read called play fighting where Lan Qiren had adopted Wei Wuxian and they grew up together. Or like where Wei Ying ends up growing up in the Lan sect and he and Lan Zhan are like childhood friends or super close growing up.

FOUND? 藍色的花，紅色的蘭 {Lan se de hua, hongse de lan} by Admiranda, AshayaTReldai (M, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Orphan WWX, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, wwx raised in the lan clan, softer lqr, Good Uncle LQR, Good lan clan, Good Older Sibling LXC)

FOUND? 🔒 Life is Like a Stranger by through_shadows_falling (T, 69k, wangxian, Kid Fic, Child LWJ, Child WWX, First Meetings, Canon Divergence, Cute Kids, Orphan WWX, Autism Spectrum, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Canon, POV LWJ, Growing Up Together, WWX raised at Cloud Recesses, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Puberty, Growing Up, Coming Out, teenage angst, Wet Dream, Pining, This fic gets a little raunchier as the kids become teens, But it won’t get too explicit, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Spanish Translation, Brief mentions/moments of WWX kissing others in chapter 22 but only on the cheek, also characters kiss WWX on the cheek in chapter 23, but his real first kiss is with LWJ, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian)

FOUND? 🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, WangXIan, Canon Divergence, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JFM & YZY Bashing, Fix it for our main characters, Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, JC Bashing, non-yunmeng WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle LQR, OOC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY)

FOUND? safe here with me by xcourtney_chaoticx (G, 3k, WangXian, Family Feels, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Goes to Gusu, Fluff, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Food Issues, Endgame WangXian)

FOUND? soft-hearted by sarahyyy (G, 6k, wangxian, alternate universe, childhood friends, hurt/comfort, getting together, first kiss, wedding fluff)

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10. Hello! I'm looking for this wangxian fic I don't remember the name, but it's based on a song by Olivia Rodrigo, there is no happy ending between wangxian 💔

FOUND?🔒 drivers license by AG1234VL (T, 11k, WangXian, WangMian, WWX/Other, Breakup, Hurt No Comfort, slight comfort, Non-Chronological, Song fic, Crying WWX, Driving, breakup weight gain, Lots of Crying, Angst, Modern AU, Homophobia, from lqr, wangxian breakup)

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11. Hi, I'm looking for a fic i read some time ago but i can't seem to find. Basically the great sects had isolated themselves for sometime and WRH still tried to burn CR but the Lan won that war , alone i think, and like they demanded a war prize/hostage/concubine? and YMJ with the other twos support , i think, sent WWX for the Lan's leader LWJ who was surprised by WWX's very feminine and very much marriage robes. So the Jiang and the Jin and the Nie got it wrong but LWJ lets him stay, I think it's been a while and they fall in love for real and LWJ reveals that his brother has been in a coma for some time. Anyway WX went to the Crowd hunt the Jin are trowing and YZY got very angry at like WWX being at her level socially, the spouse of a sect leader and then WX went home and LXC woke up and that's all i know because the fic had like 26/28/20 something chapters in total and it was a WIP and only one or two chpaters left till it was done. I don't know if it is still a WIP. @secretartquotes

FOUND? golden when the day met the night by glitteringmoonlight (Not rated, 95k, slow burn, sugar daddy LWJ, light, angst, fluff, developing relationship, eventual smut, WIP)

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12. Hello, thank you for your page.English is not my first language, so I'm using a translator .Wei Ying is a web novel writer, from a fairly prestigious academy. The web novel he writes is quite popular. He was hired for a reality TV show/music competition as a translator. In the end, he also ends up as a contestant because there are not enough competitors. Every week he tells the public to eliminate him because he's just there as filler. Lan Zhan, I think he's a music coach in the reality TV show @lilassoleil

FOUND! 🧡 I Don't Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality show, Idols, Actor LWJ, Forced Contestant WWX, Tencent's 2021 Idol Producer)

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13. Hello! First, I really love the work you do. I'm looking for a fic I read and can't find it anymore. So it's Modern AU, set in high school. Wei Ying is a cheerleader who likes wearing skirts and Lan Zhan is athletic. They didn't like eachother if I'm not wrong but had a contractual relationship like fake dating(I think). The fic had beautiful fan art and in one of them Wei Ying wore a crop top and a cheerleader skirt. Thank you in advance. @mamaladeskies

FOUND! drop the game by martyrsdaughter (E, 28k, wangxian, modern, romantic comedy, fake/pretend relationship, sports, cheerleaders, flirting, sexual tension, dom/sub undertones, compulsory heterosexuality, crossdressing, dub con, under-negotiated kink, consensual non-con)

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14. The fic has Jiang Cheng preserving Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli's body, a magical plant and coffin used. this was a oneshot on ao3. but Wei Wuxian definitely had and older sibling vibe when he got suspicious on what Jiang Cheng was doing. @eclipse-summer

I remember some more details, it was a two-shot, and the magical plant was a mushroom.

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15. Hey, kinda a weird req, but I’m trying to find this wangxian fic where WW pretty much manages to get a dildo stick in his butt, and then he an LW have to go to the hospital to get it removed. Think it was modern au. Tysm for the help!

FOUND? can you feel it by lanzhancore (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Awkward Sexual Situations, Established Relationship, Hospitals, Slice of Life, Fluff and Humor, Idiot Lovers, Crack Treated Seriously)

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16. Hiii, for the next fic finder, there was a wei ying/lan zhan fic where they had a relationship around shibari + bondage and nhs tricked wy into walking right up to lz at a party and asking him to tie him up - it turned out that lz had always been super exclusive he had just been pining for wy from afar and agreed to do it and the rest is beautifully written, emotionally literate history. I read it about 17 thousand times but didn't bookmark or download it like a fool!! If its been deleted, does anyone know if the author is fine with people privately sharing? @lockandkeay

FOUND! Ember burning low by wanderingflame (E, 62k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, BDSM, Dominant LWJ, Submissive WWX, Bottom LWJ, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, Sensation Play, Kneeling, Rope Bondage, Aftercare, Non-Sexual D/s scenes, Non-Sexual Submission, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Public Scene (Non-Sexual), Minor Retrograde Amnesia, safe words, Use of Safe Words, JC is not the most understanding when it comes to BDSM, Orgasm Delay, Porn with Feelings)

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17. Hi!! Hoping that you can help me coz I’m really desperate rn 🥹🤧. I’m looking for a Xichen x Jiang Cheng fanfic where they had a daughter but lxc didn’t know cos he was in seclusion after the death of meng yao and when he got out of seclusion he help this little girl on the streets and the girl brought him to lotus pier to thank him and that’s when he found out the girl was Jiang Chengs daughter. 🥹 I’ve been looking for this everywhere but I can’t find it, please help me 😭🙏. Thank youuu @zosansss-blog

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18. Hiiiii! I hope you all are well! Boy it’s been a long time since I was here. I finally learned how to bookmark so I was not losing track *that* much, but today I was bored and tried to channel my inner MY/JGY and read at work. (Without logging to my account because i don’t want to give my co-workers another reason to think I am crazy).

But back to reason, i need your help lovelies. I am looking for a fic. LQR can read music and he bumped into NMJ and he heard the Turmoil song. He thinks LXC is poisoning him so he goes and ask WWX for help and basically it was a major Canon Divergence. That is where i had to close the tab. I would really appreciate all the help. THANK YOU!!

FOUND? Polyphonic by nirejseki (Not Rated, 14k, NMJ/LXC, WangXian, LXC & LQR & LWJ, WIP, odd abilities, Family Drama, Investigations)

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19. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where the best way I can describe it is WWX has a magic sex toy that is keyed into his own body which LWJ then confiscates and later uses not knowing it's keyed to WWX. I believe it's during the CR arc but not sure how the fic was tagged so haven't been able to pull it up and I don't remember much beyond that. Thanks for all you do!

FOUND? 🔒 The Golden Cutsleeve by syrus_jones (E, 77k, WangXian, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Humor, Aged-Up Character(s), WWX POV, WWX is a gremlin, Internally Screaming LWJ, No Sunshot Campaign, First Times, Accidental Sex, Masturbation, PWP, Porn with Feelings, WWX experimenting with things he shouldn’t like always, Happy Ending, Porn With Plot)

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20. Hi! Thank you for your hard work! I'm looking for 2 fics today, but I really want to find the first one. A) It's arranged marriage fic, LWJ is some sort of royalty. After the wedding (I think?) WWX is sent to live in a separate palace (?) He and the Wens (I can't remember why they're there) start a farm to make money (and have food?) to fix up the palace which I think was in some state of disrepair. Eventually he LWJ notices and starts to send gifts and such. I feel like there's something about a dragonfruit? But maybe that's a different fic?

B) The second one I'm looking for is a modern mob au, wwx asks lwj to watch a plant and then disappears for a year, or something like that. I'm sure I probably found it on here, but I must be overlooking it @iluvshikamaru

Hi! 20a is definitely sowing seeds in the cold palace! Thank you so much, it was driving me crazy!

20b is not lightning in a bottle, but it was a delight to read so ty for the suggestion! I seem to remember that jc shows up to kidnap lz at some point, and that lz was also part of the mob/mafia but has retired from it?

20A)

NOT FOUND! The Legend of Moonflower by JJSIN2020 (E, 135k, wangxian, 3zun, A/B/O, Emperor LWJ, LWJ FUCKS, he has a whole harem of male omegas so of course he does, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Beta LXC, Omega JC, Omega XY, Omega XXC, omega SS, Omega OYZZ, Beta NHS, Mpreg, Wolves, Angst with a Happy Ending, Imperial China, Character Death, Fighting, Blood)

FOUND! 我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)

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NOT FOUND! lightning in a bottle by bigbabyjeno (E, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Photographer LWJ, Wedding Crasher WWX, Erotic Palm Reading, Fluff and Smut) fun fact I remembered the fic and that it was a ficus plant and the fic came up when I searched ficus 🤣

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Queen Wasp is probably one of the weakest wof villains imo, side by side with Battlewinner and Morrowseer in terms of pure evil and pure blandness.

In spite of being a teens' book, I do wished Tui made something outwordly with the hivewings, like a society nowhere near the Pyrrhian ones, a truly bug one, as much as I hate the idea of bug dragons, at least go full on the idea or enhance it in some imaginative way.

I thought of Wasp as a hulking giant, bigger than Burn or Oasis, side by side with Battlewinner and Morrowseer, as she is old, and more than that, she is a villain our heroes can not outsmart, for she is all the hivewings. She is a villain of strength, so they better show theirs.

So I present you a bit of my AU idea for Wasp, following my WoF AU where Burn and Blaze run the sand queendom.

The hivewings operate much like a hive, their queens release pheromones that somewhat control the will of their workers to pursue their goals, a trait they gained since the beetlewings (which btw, they are descendents of, but there was no Clearsight bs, they just split naturally).

Since the beetlewings' settlement of Pantala, they knew of a specific plant life of the local, called "breath of evil", after its effects. Long ago, the beetlewings had an ambitious queen, who challenged the status quo of the continent, so far peaceful. She inhaled the breath of evil and spread it over her population, its effects enhanced her pheromones' abilities until almost absolute control of her dragons, creating one gigantic organism that moved like one, a formidable army.

She was eventually defeated, but not before the remaining queens and the LeafWings settled into a sacred treaty to NEVER use such powers again.

History was doomed to be repeated.

As a minor queen of one of the hivewings' hives, Wasp, had broke the sacred treaty, believing the hivewings, considerably the newest inhabitants of Pantala, had no business obeying it. Wasp then conquered all the hivewing hives and proceeded to campaign against the rest of the continent, the Tree Wars.

Much like the last time, the Leafwings, Beetlewings and Silkwings battled Wasp. Although a cowardly queen Monarch accepted to submit, the rest refused. It was a total bloodbath, paranoic as ever, Wasp conducted a massive deforestation campaign by causing mass forest fires through Pantala, while her hivewing masses crashed against the Alliance with never seem brutality.

In the end, the Silkwings submitted, while LeafWings and BeetleWings fled north of the continent. Wasp was satisfied, with near total control of her population, she turned the once backwards little hive she inherented into a continental capital in the turn of 50 years, spreading more hives under her subordinates, enslaving the silkwings and exterminating all that stood in her path.

As of 5012 AS, Wasp is aware of an old continent to the East, her minions work day and night producing armors, weapons and supplies, readying a massive army that shall sweep across the post-war torn continent, until there's nothing left but the Hive.

Still, her control over the continent seemed more fragile than previously thought. As the chrysalis launched a full-blow revolt and burnt the Bloodworm hive, her plans are temporarily on halt. While the success of the rebels seems dim at best, a group of leafwing refugees have fled East to the new continent, bringing horrying news to a young icewing queen, who refuses to believe it, yet, she has grow past her prejudices, for the ice queendom will face the brunt of the Sunset Invasion.

[dayntee]

Reblogging for the morning crew.

*checks clock*

Late morning crew.

That Year at Arlathan University - Ch. 3 Ancient Elvhenan 101

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Summary:

In which Solas requires coffee before his first class of the year.

It had taken all weekend, but he was finally ready for the first day of classes. After the disaster of his work being put in disarray and falling behind on necessary year start paperwork now properly filed safely with Josephine, Solas could breathe easier.

Well, almost. First, he needed coffee.

"Alright, Salad, yer order's up!" a hand slammed down on a service bell which yelled loudly and he rolled his eyes.

"Sera, I've been coming here for years,"

"An' I thank yer fancy pants and stupid man bun fer your continued patronage," the short, blonde haired elf behind the counter bowed with an overly exaggerated flourish, curtsying with her coffee-stained apron.

"Is that not reason to have gotten my name correct on at least one occasion?" Solas took his order from the counter, reaching over to pop a cover onto the large quad shot latte with an extra pump of caramel—just how he liked it.

"Names written on cups are not guaranteed to be correct OR polite," she pointed at the chalkboard behind her, where exactly that phrase was written. "I don't make the rules, Salad,"

 "You do not own this establishment?"

"Of course I do!"

"So you do, indeed, make the rules,"

"You tryin' to get me to hock one into your next drink or what?"

Solas rolled his eyes, tipped the beverage up in a mockery of a toast, and dropped a bill into the tip jar. Sera grinned.

"Red Jenny's Bitchin' Brews thanks you fer your support. Have a day!"

Honestly, if the lattes weren't the best he'd ever experienced in his impossibly long life, he'd have found a new café by now.

With fuel for the day in hand, he began to make his way to his usual lecture hall at the center of campus. Red Jenny's was just on the outskirts of the main campus hub, and only about a block out of the way on his path from his office.

Their office.

He'd purposefully avoided going to the faculty offices in the Haven building this morning, having taken most of his work home to reorganize and prepare for the term. It was certainly because of convenience and most definitely not because he was avoiding Ellana Lavellan.

The longer he had thought about their interaction over the weekend, the worse he felt about it. While he had his own thoughts about the Dalish and what they considered the truth of their history, he had unfairly taken out his unrelated aggressions on an unsuspecting new faculty member and been cruel in the process. While he was well aware of his reputation for being stand-offish, he'd simply let a frustrating day get the better of him.

He owed her an apology. He just wasn't ready to give one, yet. And definitely not the reason for avoiding his office this morning.

It was still early morning as he made his way into the Halamshiral Hall—one of the largest buildings for core classes to take place, split into two distinct sections for university activities. One portion was dedicated to larger events, such as conferences, extracurricular gatherings, or the occasional social fundraiser. The area he was headed (and admittedly more familiar with) was several floors of lecture halls and classrooms.

'H237 - second floor, east side of the hall,' he was climbing the stairs automatically, knowing better than to bother with the overly crowded elevators to travel only one floor. Besides which—whoever had built them clearly had done so intending they move as slowly and agonizingly as possible.

Class didn't start for another twenty minutes, but he preferred to arrive early to his first session to get the room settled, especially at the start of the year. The summer instructors always messed up the projector settings; he had begun to think it was on purpose. As he pulled his keyring for the room out of his pocket, he noticed an elf sitting with her back against the wall near the door, legs crossed and face glued to a copy of History of the Dales, one of the required reading for his course. He paused before the door, casting a glance down at her for a moment. "Can I help you?" he asked, feeling it would be too awkward or perhaps too rude to just open the door without any form of acknowledgement.

The woman—girl, from his perspective, really—startled in place, looking up at him with wide eyes under the intricate weavings of her vallaslin. 'Dirthamen,' he mentally noted, 'How apt.'

"O-oh! You must be the professor!" the girl shot to her feet, catching her balance and awkwardly tucking her book, still open under one arm while she took a small bow forward. "Sorry if I was in your way, I just didn't want to be late on the first day, you know?"

He made a small, affirmative hum in reply, continuing his effort to enter the lecture hall. After stepping in and flicking a switch to turn on the lights, he glanced back.

"You're welcome to take a seat, Ms…?"

"Lutare! Bellara Lutare," she skittered in behind him, taking appraisal of the room. "I-is there anything I can help you with?"

"My thanks, but I have things handled," he dropped his messenger satchel into the desk chair in the center of the hall and made his way to the multimedia podium. Now to hope not everything was broken.

Bellara took a seat in the front row, off to one side, and dug through her bag for a scrap of paper to mark her place in her book. Solas watched her jittery, nervous movements out of the corner of his eye, less intentionally and more as a habit. She seemed torn from continuing to read and engaging in conversation. As the projector began to warm, she gave in.

"Forgive me for asking, but… is it really true you're a Dreamer?" Solas glanced up at her over the rim of his glasses. He was held hostage by the warming technology anyway.

"Yes, it is. Do you have much interest in the Fade?"

"Oh yes, lots! Though I'm actually really hoping to focus on Ancient Elvehn History and Linguistics. I'd like to join the Veil Jumpers archeology division someday," she beamed, and he couldn't help but give a small smile.

"I imagine that means I will be seeing you in a lot of my classes in the coming semesters, Ms. Lutare,"

"Bellara, are you angling to be teacher's pet already?" a similarly young Tevinter woman in stylish clothing confidently strode in, leaning down to give the Dalish girl an affectionate hug around the shoulders before settling in next to her. Bellara's cheeks flushed immediately.

"Neve!" she protested, but her friend gave her a slight shove with her elbow and she smiled back. Solas turned his attention back to the computer and projector screen, now preoccupied with cycling through input signals, a furrow in his brow. The girls had begun chattering and whatever they had to discuss, it was hardly his concern.

As the minutes ticked by, the room began to fill with more students, some more rowdy than others. A glance around the room identified a mix of mostly elves, Dalish and otherwise, though a he picked out a handful of humans among them. No Dwarves or Qunari so far, at least for this course, which was not uncommon; it was rare (though not unheard of) for either culture to take an interest in explicitly elven topics, let alone their ancient history.

It wasn't a full class—several seats sprinkled throughout the hall were empty—but he was accustomed to that as well. Many of his courses kept open seats, though he didn't care much if it was because of lack of interest or his notoriously poor professor rating on the internal student net. Since it had been engineered by a pre-graduate a few years prior, he had tried his best to ignore the implications. It was much to his chagrin that he'd drifted to the bottom of the rankings (and even more irritating that Varric Tethras had settled at the top).

That didn't stop him from checking if it changed each semester, though he'd never admit to it.

As the clock ticked over to precisely 8:00 AM, he stepped out from behind the podium and pulled out his roster. Clearing his throat loudly enough to gain the attention of at least the few first rows of seats, he began.

"An'daran atish'an, lethallen," he began, "Welcome to Introduction to Ancient Elvhenan," he scanned the room, taking in the crowd and allowing the rest of the group to settle. The last to quiet were a group of three students all dressed in black, each with a single feather hanging around their neck. 'Hm. Crows,' he mentally noted to himself a reminder to check in with the Dean about any necessary arrangements for the year.

"Many of you may be expecting this class to be a review of knowledge you have already acquired," he crossed his arms behind his back, beginning to pace the front of the room. "I ask that you set aside the notion that you have always been instructed truthfully, especially those of you with Dalish roots." A few students looked worriedly at one another, and he heard a hushed whisper or two.

"To clear the air, my intent is not to disparage your heritage or even experiences. However, a belief I hold dear is that there is only so much one can learn from dusty ruins and second hand storytelling. To put together the picture of truth, one must have all the pieces," as his gaze passed over the rows of students, he silently took note of those who were taking more or less interest. Of no surprise, Bellara and several other Dalish students were fastidiously taking notes. A handful appeared to be listening, but more skeptical—including a broad-chested, dark skinned young man in the back who sported Andruil's vallaslin and kept his arms firmly crossed in front of his chest. It was also no surprise the group of three Crows in the back were muttering back and forth to one another, sharing the occasional snicker.

"Tell me, you in the back," he stared directly at the center individual of the group of three Crows he identified earlier. "Does the fact an entire peoples' history and lineage being lost to oppression, conquerors, and tyrants amuse you?" The student's spine shot straight up at the acknowledgement, and many of the other students whipped their heads to look in their direction.

"Sorry, professor, but, I don't know much about the history of the elves," a quirked smile rolled onto their lips. "That's the point of this class, isn't it?"

"Your name?"

"Rook De Riva, ser," the honorific was, if anything, sarcastically applied.

"Ser De Riva," Solas imitated the same sarcastic tone. "I share my wisdom willingly. I will leave it up to you to decide whether or not you are worthy of it, and I'm sure your end of semester grade will reflect that choice." He let the terse warning hang in the air for a moment before breaking eye contact, inwardly enjoying the hushed "oohs" that sputtered up from various seats in the room. Rook sank into their seat, and Solas could just make out the smirks of their companions. Even if it was for just a little troublemaking in class, it just didn’t do for a Crow to get caught. Solas continued.

"Much of elvish history has been lost to conflict and time. Most modern elves cling to the memory of Halamshiral, the city in which the hall we currently reside is named for. However, who here can tell me the true capital of Ancient Elvhenan?"

Bellara's hand shot up, and Solas watched Neve smile wryly. Solas directed his glance to Bellara, urging her answer with a nod of his head.

"That would be Arlathan, wouldn't it?"

"That is correct and, of course, is also the campus to which you have all chosen to pursue your education. You currently sit upon the land where once one of the most powerful civilizations to walk this world once stood. In years most recent, thanks in part to the efforts of the Veil Jumper Preservation Group, the wonders of Ancient Arlathan are beginning to truly be understood."

Solas' pacing stopped, and he took one more look across the room.

"I do hope you are all prepared for what lay before and behind us."

Notes:

- An'daran atish'an, lethallen - a formal greeting, referring to his students as "friends" or "welcome individuals." Uses the gender neutral term of lethallin/lethallan. - Davrin's vallaslin isn't explicitly stated to be Andruil's, but it does appear to be the common agreement amongst fans. Because vallaslin designs can vary among clans, there's no 1:1 confirmation (nor does it appear to be clarified in conversation or codex entries). The only other design it comes close to is Ghilan'nain's, which would be very ironic considering the events of Veilguard. But given Davrin's nature, how he was raised, and his role as a monster hunter, Andruil seems more likely, so it's what I’m rolling with. - Of course Rook is a De Riva in this AU. Rook's going to be a pot stirrer (and a pain in Solas' ass), and I can't imagine a better background for that than the Crows. I am, however, leaving their gender and race vague for the time being - both for the sake of reader head canons and because it's a really fun restriction to write around. - A bit more world building and a few more characters in play. I promise we're getting somewhere, but also bear with me and my utter obsession with everything Dalish.