#dw about the anon hate

[shine-n-bright]

I was so sorry to see you got anon hate so I just wanted to send some anon appreciation for you. You’re very talented and your art makes me smile every time I see it. Please don’t let a few nasty voices steal your joy. Keep creating and sharing the things you love! You, your creativity, and your hard work are appreciated 💜

AAWWW THANK YOU ANON, YOU'RE AWSOME!!! <333

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride!!!! Living Blood or Lady Mo please!

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Xuanyu disrobes unashamedly, hesitating only at the last second with the sleeve covering her left arm.

Jiang Yanli laughs. “Bit late to be modest, I think.”

“Modesty is overrated,” she returns, which is something that Zixuan would say and A-Yao would think. She slips the rest of the robes off and steps into the steaming bath, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

The changes her body has undergone are even more obvious without the thick layers of the robes obscuring her form. The extra weight seems to have settled in ideal places, not only thickening her waist and limbs but settling heavily along her hips and breasts, which hadn’t exactly been small to begin with.

She sits behind Xuanyu, filling a bowl with water and then pouring it over her hair to rinse it of blood and dirt that had been hidden by her dark hair. Acting as a bathing assistant is far below her station, but Xuanyu had sent all the servants away and she doesn’t mind, really. Xuanyu is her sister, likely the only one she’ll ever have considering A-Cheng’s track record with matchmakers, and she’s been worried about her. This gives them time to speak alone. “How has your marriage with Lan Wangji been? Has he been kind?”

Xuanyu pulls a face, which isn’t encouraging. “I guess. He mostly left me alone, and then we had a couple fights and he was a jerk, and now I think he’s trying to make up for being a jerk, but it’s a little – well, it’s nice that he’s making an effort. I suppose.”

Not as good as she’d hoped, but not as bad as she’d feared. “Sect Leader Lan seems fond of you.”

“Oh, Lan Xichen is great,” she says easily. Better than reaction to Lan Wangji, but still not what Jiang Yanli had been hoping for. Then her eyes light up. “Sizhui is wonderful! I’ll give Wangji one thing, he’s raised a good kid. He’s so sweet, and a great cultivator, and he’s always trying to help out everyone around him. I’m glad Jingyi’s always hanging around – without him, I think everyone would just take advantage of Sizhui’s good nature.”

Well, that’s something. Surely Lan Wangji can’t resist Xuanyu’s charms for long, not when she dotes on his son and gets along with his brother.

“What trouble did you get into on the road?” she asks, running her hand over the wound on Xuanyu’s shoulder. It looks nearly fully healed already and there’s another mostly healed wound on her hip, a thin slice on her left arm, and the shadow of various bruises that were likely much worse a couple hours ago. It’s of course a good thing that Xuanyu has a strong golden core, but Jiang Yanli can’t help a moment of wistfulness.

Her own core never lived up to her mother’s expectations, or her own. If she’d had a stronger core, she could have given A-Ling siblings. A child should have siblings. She would have had a calmer childhood without two little brothers underfoot, but a lonelier one too.

Xuanyu shrugs, lazily scrubbing herself down. “Looks like Xiao Xingchen picked up the girl, A-Qing, while he and Song Lan were separated and was trapped in this place that was basically a ghost town.” How could he be trapped by a place that had no people? “And I’d heard some rumors so when we ran into Song Lan I helped him find Xiao Xingchen, but there was a bit of a fight with someone who didn’t want him to leave. I just happened to get caught in the crossfire, so to speak.”

She’s stretching the truth to outright lying. Before Jiang Yanli can call her on it, her stomach growls.

“Didn’t get a chance to eat on the road?” she teases.

Xuanyu flushes, ducking briefly beneath the water to hide her flaming cheeks before resurfacing. “Things were a little hectic. It may have slipped my mind.”

How has she managed to put on weight while also forgetting to eat? Perhaps Lan Wangji deserves more credit.

“I think I have some candies in my room, if you want something before the banquet,” she offers. “I know the speeches take forever.”

Her eyes light up before dimming and she slumps in the bath. “Thanks, Yanli-jie, but I better not. Sizhui gave me some on the road and I usually love them but just putting it in my mouth almost made me sick. It was awful. And weird! They’re my favorite.”

Jiang Yanli blinks then gives Xuanyu’s significantly larger chest a considering look. It could be nothing. It’s probably nothing. She hasn’t even been married a year and it doesn’t sound as if she and Lan Wangji have been seeing eye to eye.

Then again, the same could have been said about her and Zixuan.

“Can I ask you something personal, Meimei?”

Xuanyu nods. “You can ask me anything, Yanli-jie.”

“Are you and Lan Wangji having sex?”

She turns bright red and ducks beneath the water for so long that Jiang Yanli is starting to get concerned before she resurfaces, still red faced. “Um. We did once. Well – I guess, technically, it was three times, but it was only one night.”

Well. Apparently Lan Wangji has stamina on and off the battlefield.

“One moment,” she says, briefly squeezing Xuanyu’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

It takes one whispered conversation with the servant outside the hall and approximately ninety seconds before her personal healer is standing in front of her. Jiang Yanli ducks back inside to see Xuanyu out of the bath, in a thin bathing robe that’s clinging to her as she wrings her hair out. “I’d like my healer to take a look at you, Meimei.”

Xuanyu freezes, slowly standing straight with a wary look on her face. “That’s really not necessary. The wounds were just superficial and they’re basically healed already.”

“It’ll be quick,” she says, because if she’s right then she can’t let Xuanyu go down to the banquet without letting her know. “She’s very discreet – she’s been my personal healer since I was a child.”

“Jiang Xingyi?” Xuanyu asks, some of her tension draining away.

Jiang Yanli nods, trying to think of some reason that Xuanyu would know her healer’s name, or her reputation, but all the servants are terrible gossips and her health is a frequent topic of derision. “Just your wrist, okay? Your golden core has changed a lot. I just want her to take a look.”

She feels bad about lying, but Xuanyu had lied to her first.

Xuanyu relaxes even further. “Okay, Yanli-jie. If it’ll make you feel better.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, then opens the door to usher Jiang Xingyi in.

The old woman doesn’t smile, but Xuanyu grins back undeterred, and says, “Hi, Granny,” before paling and adding, “uh, um. Sorry.”

Jiang Yanli feels a familiar pang of grief go through her. A-Xian had referred to Jiang Xingyi as Granny, the only disciple both bold and beloved enough to get away with it.

Jiang Xingyi ignores her, instead reaching for her wrist and pressing her fingers against it. Xuanyu fidgets, shifting from one foot to the other, but says nothing as the moments stack on top of one another.

Finally, Jiang Xingyi drops her wrist and steps back. Her stern visage breaks, a smile stretching her mouth across her face. “Congratulations, Madame Lan.”

She knew it!

“Thanks,” Xuanyu answers before wrinkling her nose. “Um. For what?”

“You are expecting,” she answers. “At least a couple months along, I believe, although I’d have to do a more thorough examination to be sure.”

Jiang Yanli moves to embrace her, but Xuanyu’s face drops and she turns dangerously pale. “What? No. That’s not possible. I can’t be.”

“Three times,” Jiang Yanli reminds her, trying to goad Xuanyu into laughter.

But instead she just shakes her head. “No, no I can’t, I – this can’t be happening,” she whispers to herself, grabbing her own arms in a white knuckled grip. “It’s not. It’s impossible. I can’t be.”

She’s young, and this wasn’t a marriage of her own choosing, and it’s so new. Of course she’s surprised and nervous. Jiang Yanli touches her elbow, intending to say something soothing, but Xuanyu collapses into her arms, gripping her waist and hiding her tears in her shoulder.

“Xuanyu!” she says, hugging her back just as fiercely, her heart breaking for the younger girl’s anguish. “Meimei, it’s okay, I know this is scary, but it’s going to be fine.”

“It’s not,” she says, voice thick with tears, “A-jie, this is awful, this is – it can’t happen! It can’t, Wangji is going to be so mad, he’s going to hate me, and everything is ruined and awful, I can’t be – I can’t! I’m going to die!”

Jiang Yanli’s whole body goes cold and she grips Xuanyu even tighter against her. “You’re going to be fine,” she says, pushing her conviction into every syllable.

No matter what Jiang Yanli has to do, Xuanyu is going to be fine.

[oobbbear]

Somehow me making a silly post about how I love Stan and would forgive all his crime no matter what got twisted into I think ford and fidd are equally terrible irredeemable person as bill cipher and there’s people talking shit in my inbox now🚶‍♂️I’m going back to my cave I hate it here

[theangelshavethephonebox]

I feel like I fear the "tenrose girlies" because they are overwhelmingly straight in my experience and think they are shipping a straight couple. However I too ship tenrose, but in a cool, progressive way, because I am queer and understand that they are queer too. Do you get what I'm saying

[jiraisupportgroup]

When is the scar reveal LOL

You don’t know people, you only know what they post online. You really don’t know what their life is like or what they’ve been through / continue to go through.

You are not entitled to anyone’s trauma or scars.

No one (including all of you darlings reading this) should feel like they have to share those things in order to be valid. No one should ever feel like they need to show medical documents or pictures of their scars or stories of their trauma in order to be valid. (To be fully transparent I almost did in this reply but I chose not to bc I want to make a point here & I want to practice what I’m preaching here because I think it’s important).

I understand that you’re hurting and it really does truly hurt to see people in mental health spaces that seem to be “better off” than you; honestly I recommend blocking them. Protect your peace & everyone is happy.

Often times they’re not even that much better off; their struggles are just different and their illnesses manifest in different ways. I understand the pain, I understand the feeling of “god they have it so good why are they complaining, I wish I was them, I wish I had it as good as they do” but often time if you were in their shoes you still wouldn’t be happy. It doesn’t help to throw stones around when all of us are made of glass.

We’re supposed to be supporting each other, and we can’t do that if we’re busy competing in the Trauma Olympics™️. It’s not helpful for anyone, not you, not me, not the community, no one.

[httpiastri]

hihi sorry if this is a weird question but can i ask why we dislike hadjar? im v new to following the feeder series so im wondering if i missed something 😭

dont worry darlings!! i usually dont wanna get into it too much because it just makes me upset (and i dont enjoy hating on here, he's the only exception but it still feels a bit…). BUT we have mainly id say three reasons for disliking him on here:

1. super annoying driver on the radio. sure this doesnt matter a lot, but im ALLERGIC to whiny drivers. and is*ck doesn't just whine, he has on several occasions outright screamed into the ears of his engineers for things that aren't even their fault.

2. he's just generally disrespectful and rude to the people around him, even his own team members. he went on instagram and publicly slandered his engineers for "not making it easy for me this season" (when other drivers continuously thank and apologize to their engineers despite getting bad results). that just says a lot about him in my opinion.

3. the feature race of austria this year… probably the thing that sparked most ppls hatred. i've ranted about it too many times and i frankly dont have the energy to do it again rn, but to sum it up: is*ck wanted to switch positions with pepe, said he'd give the position back if he didnt catch up with the drivers ahead. took a ton of laps, didnt catch up (instead, made both himself and pepe more vulnerable to the drivers behind) – and didnt give the position, that pepe had rightfully earned, back. all this while whining about all kinds of things about pepe on the radio. read more about it heerreeee, idk im already too upset to talk anymore about it.

[which-item-poll]

I have a question! And I am so sorry if this comes off as sounding rude at all, I'm just asking out of curiosity. How do we know if we get chosen for being a mod?

If you get accepted I will message you on my main account @moonlightaugust!

I haven't accepted any new mods recently because I've been losing motivation for this blog a little hhhhh

[codgod]

i’m bored does anyone wanna start fake beef with me or something

[bellcza]

💕if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

taniaaa mucha’ gracia’ 🫶

1. i share a birthday with pedri 🥰

2. i like the taste of coffee. i’m convinced it’s a placebo effect for me atp, but i drink it anyway.

3. i’m trying to teach myself catalán. veeeery slowly coming along.

[elliesbelle]

Ily 💗💗💗 don’t let the haters get to u bb

love you! don’t worry, this is literally nothing to me lol, i’ve endured 50x worse, all this is mosquito buzzing to me

[dteamain]

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[jamesbranwen]

I took one look at what that anon was saying and my mind immediately went "Oh, I get it. You're one of those kids who never got a pony from Santa Claus and never let that go, huh?"

Just ignore the jerk. Keep being the cool badass.

i mean, i probably wouldn't let that go either. a kid's gotta have their ponies. how else do we get new furries?

[reddyletter]

you aren't fucking tim key

...yet.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

hi vina<3 idr wanna talk about it unless u do but just wanted to say what that fucker did is so wrong and i hope he gets punished for it.. but yk that..

i hope ur first day as a teaching assistant goes well!! i wish u the best of luck with that!!<3 are u really nervous?

- 🥟 anon

About tomorrow, thank you honey! I'm really nervous because it's my first time being a TA, but I'm confident I'll be useful to my professor (I'm afraid of asking her almost everything tho, I feel like as her assistant I shouldn't give her more work with questions but I need to calm myself and remind me that I'm still learning 🫠). Tomorrow I'll be introduced to the whole class, and there's a girl I did and exchange with so I hope she helps me connect with the other students 😭.

[legstheoctomobster]

Hey sorry for bothering but I have a question, Are you still planning on releasing or making any chapters on your Fanfics? or have you stopped that entirely?

Please don’t apologize^^

Anyways yes, I’m still planning on releasing chapters for my fanfics. I’m not gonna stop for a while.

Chapter 3 of Italian Psycho will be coming out soon, if I can finally make myself write. I have the plans for it so yay!!

Also I might be returning to Ao3. I’m still very critical of the site’s mods, but I feel like some of my og projects might get more traction there. Dumb reason, but oh well. Im alright with the consequences that’ll bring. I’m still gonna use Squidge too.

[penguin--person]

last thing

I AM SO SAD OVER ALÍK AND SANYA

THEY’RE EXES?? IS IT BECAUSE OF THE WHOLE THING WITH HOMOPHOBIA AND ALÍK BEING A MUTANT….IM SO INVESTED ACTUALLY WHAT THE HELL I DONT USUALLY CARE ABOUT OCS WHY DID THIS HAVE TO BE THE EXCEPTION IM IN PAIN

If you wrote smth on this I would read it instantly. And then. Reread. That applies to all your stuff cuz your writing is so swag but…yah

ok I’m done I’m so so sorry I just made like…3 asks back to back sorry sorry

thank you so much again!!!! n no worries i love getting asks:D!!!!

mm not exes as much as doomed girlfriends :( they will become exes no matter what !! like, life in this world is not something that's possible for alík !! she can't !! even if she got like, a normal routine, a few people helping her out, it wouldn't be a life she'd like !! n sanya knows this, deep down. that it won't work out. but, hey! might as well enjoy it while it lasts!! n you got it with the homophobia n mutant stuff!!!:D teehee!!! alík on the other hands lives in a "if i dont think about my problems theyre not real" world .. doesn't think about the future bc it only makes her sad

n!!! ive written a bit of alík things ... wrote it one time:3 in an rp with alík rn!! with my firend:3 here's part of the starter i sent (the rest of it isnt relevant to her, just area description)

Run. Left, then right, then left again. The loose mutant isn't paying attention where it's running. It doesn't matter if it's running in circles (even though it'd greatly preffer being outside), because it means the guards haven't caught it yet. It can still hear footsteps too close behind, though, so it runs faster. She can feel herself changing. The pain is immense. Her bones shift far too fast in far too uncomfortable angles. Not yet, she pleads to whatever or whoever may be listening in. If she transforms into a beast now, she may loose all control and they'll catch her, take her back to that room, where they won't hesitate again, and they'll- Outside. The mutant bursts through a randoom door and it's outside. Cold air assaults it, but it doesn't slow down. Its lungs are burning. It's not free yet, but - that doesn't matter. It's outside. Left foot, right foot. Don't stop running. Now that it's outside, it lets itself free a little. Its arms transform, now furry and with sharper claws, and starts running on all fours. Despite the fear that curses through her, Alík can't help but bark out a laugh. She never thought she'd get to go outside again. She scans the area. Trees trail high off into the clouded sky. The ground is grassy, empty splotches here and there. No buildings here. No city. Just like she heard the scientists describe it, the Zone is empty and devoid of all life.

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alík escapes the facility moment!!