#is this IC? the world may never know

[incognito-lionbeast]

AU MDZS drabble (donghua continuity) partly inspired by fanart drawn by @forgetallenvies​  --- except instead of transmigration, I decided to go with “Lan Wangji receives premonitions/memories of the future, including Wei Wuxian's eventual death”

The result is still a hug, tho. There’s a bit more to this scene in my head, but words hard & I don’t know if/when I’ll get around to writing the second part. So, I figured I’d just post what I had.

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“As for what it does to my mind… that’s none of your business.”

Ghostly green fire danced in his periphery, casting dark shadows upon the face of a loved one that grew only further and further distant. Lan Wangji’s usual composure failed him, a name caught on his lips–the wrong one. Wei Wuxian! Whether through fate or miracle, there it stayed. There it died, staining his expression with something not wholly unlike the swath of anguished, battered corpses at Wei Wuxian’s disposal. Though, it lacked their resentment.

Flickering memories played amongst the shadows and flame, hypnotizing—captivating Lan Wangji’s woeful gaze for a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. Flashes of words and scenarios almost real enough to touch, if he could only reach out to try. Dark places, people Lan Wangji recognized – some he didn’t, couldn’t possibly, yet their voices still echoed in his heart as if they’d been there all along. Cherished. Amongst the good, the bad… a blade pierced his soul. A sense of loss so devastating and tangible, Lan Wangji staggered, suddenly brought back to reality in a painful bout of clarity. A voice, yet a different memory, fresh in his mind:

‘I don’t know why I thought you hated me.’

Yet somehow Wei Wuxian failed to notice, gesturing to topple his army of corpses all whilst staring right through his former companion–unable to see much more than what he’d already assumed was the truth. And who was there to correct him? Jiang Cheng? Didn’t he assume much the same..? There could be no help, would be no help. 

Though words often failed him–and he knew, inexplicably, that whatever he’d been meant to say here would have–Lan Wangji tried another way. Wei Wuxian had never given up on him, not til now, and wouldn’t it be too much a shame not to repay that? His brows pulled together, voice faint yet firm. Imploring.

“I don’t hate you,” Lan Wangji answered the memory. A non-sequitur.

From a few metres away, Jiang Cheng scoffed, regrouping with the crowd of two unceremoniously. He crossed his arms, as if debating what particular brand of scathing commentary would be necessary–if necessary. His brother didn’t seem inclined to invite him into the conversation, either way, studying Lan Wangji from a distance with fierce, silvery eyes. ‘I don’t hate you’? Wei Wuxian could have laughed at such an absurd sentiment. What, he wondered, did the great, incorruptible Lan Wangji think of him, then?

Wasn’t he the one always rebuking his friendly advances? Hadn’t he already voiced disdain for such evil practises? What then, Lan Wangji, would you have him believe?

“Wei Ying…” Lan Wangji steadied his fragmented expression, stepping forward.

Wei Wuxian's frown deepened, though he remained steadfast.

Hesitation nearly paralyzed Lan Wangji, but only nearly. Frivolous, he scolded himself. Yet, the miserable, imaginary blade what still ran him through hadn’t left, twisting a horrible, bloody mess of his insides. With naught a soul left to witness save for the two brothers, Lan Wangji seized it by its hilt, drawing it forth from his chest–allowing what sprang forth from the wound to simply spill at their feet unabated.

Thus, in an elegant arc nevertheless becoming of his reputation, a hand–wrapped in a slender ribbon of white silk–found Wei Wuxian’s wrist. No matter how hackles raised, how he struggled, or how Lan Wangji’s hand trembled slightly with pent-up emotion, his grip never faltered. A sudden tug jerked Wei Wuxian forward into the forceful embrace of a man too awkward to even pretend he could express the level of affection he truly felt. Come Hell, high water, or the abuse of a man desperate to escape, Lan Wangji held him firmly, nearly painfully, in place–neither fearing retaliation nor judgment.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian accused in a voice bordering on familiarity. 

Yet, Wei Wuxian’s ire could no longer pierce him. So, Lan Wangji’s hand slipped a little further down the captive wrist til it wasn’t at his wrist at all, and–still held out awkwardly beside them–Lan Wangji’s insistence pressed the treasure it carried into Wei Wuxian’s half-open palm. A gesture from the heart, raw and sincere, though soft against war-worn hands.

Though, it was perhaps for the best that Wei Wuxian didn’t fully understand. It was even better that Jiang Cheng–who most certainly did–said not a word. His face only wrinkled detestably, unable to believe what he was seeing or why he was seeing it. So, he decided, he simply wouldn’t see it anymore, turning away from the showy display to admire Wei Wuxian’s prior handiwork instead.

The flames flickered green, then orange.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian reiterated. 

Lan Wangji adjusted his grip so that both arms encircled him.

Wei Wuxian felt the smooth length of silk in his hand, staring uncomprehendingly over Lan Wangji’s shoulder as its long ends billowed dramatically around them. It took him, perhaps, far too long to understand, only sure of the fact that Lan Wangji was nearly crushing him to death… til eventually it occurred to him all at once. Somehow, his right hand was now in possession of Lan Wangji’s precious forehead ribbon.

How vexing.

[mxthbladed]

@holyfurnace said: “I’m okay. I’m not even that tired.” (Lute to Exorcist!Vaggie exhaustion … sentence starters

One of Vaggie's brows quirked at that and she drawled, "Keep tellin' yourself that, stud." She took the couple steps needed to close the gap between them and slipped her arm around Lute's waist. "C'mon, you earned a good rest. You can't keep being the best lieutenant if you pass out from exhaustion."

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[bijoumikhawal]

"Biden is the best choice and he's actually really empathetic and reasonable but also you can't wait for a candidate that won't do genocide and war crimes because to become a presidential candidate you have to be willing to do that" see what you fundamentally don't understand is I'm not waiting for a candidate that won't do war crimes, because I know that. I cannot morally stomach this system, it's a joke to claim its democratic, and AMERICA DELENDA EST. this country is a plague on this Earth

[princess2x4]

@showmethehotpods replied:

"Even me?" B)

"Especially you, Reaper boy."

[xluciifer]

Goood morning ya sinners! Be on your best behavior today because I'm Out There™. Thank you!

[astutior]

He heard it was bully-Jean-o'clock.

[voxxisms]

@televisionrotsyourbrain  whispered a line  !! dark action prompts  ( not currently accepting. ) sender receiver locks the receiver sender in a room , promising it's for their own good.

     HE  TURNED  THE  LOCK  ON  THE  DOOR.  this was  ...  a slightly over - reactive action,  but he wasn't entirely sure what there was to do.  this version of himself  ...  this person he was presented with was so terribly broken.  he was a danger,  to himself  &&  to others.  he had some intent to sort out what had happened to him,  how to send him back to where he belonged,  too,  but it would take time.  he could not keep a close eye on him well enough with him floating around free,  or even to trust him to follow him around.  he didn't know the capabilities,  the limits,  any of it.

         ���  listen,  alright,  i will be back.  this is for your own good,  there's hardly a way for you to get hurt in there.  ❜    it was,  after all,  a cold,  half - lit,  completely empty room.  he'd put in a mattress with sheets  &&  a quilt.  just in case.  he would be back within a couple hours.     ❛  i can't have you seen around here causing problems.  we can start sorting things out when i get back,  but i have a few meetings.  ❜

[demonwind]

I'd apologize for telling @gumpistol about the super boops, but it's been too funny to watch the chaos .

[ofhope]

“The ice cream isn't what's important! Well, it is, but--”

Dooon't think about ice cream in a situation like this, March, there are more dire things on the line that a delectable sweet treat after a savory meal! With each passing second of Caelus seeming none-the-wiser, March prepared for her soon-to-be explanation of one of the best pseudo holidays ever. Even prior to their courtship, March 7th was a sucker for romance... in measurable quantities, anyway. The ordeals of Penacony were very much present, each affair yet settled and meeting schedules not tied down, but darn it if March hadn't desired his attention.

It was a necessary evil, but nobody ever said March couldn't complain about necessities, and frankly, Aeons helped whoever tried to tell her otherwise.

These still moments were what they had for now, disappearing into either's bedroom, snug against the cool vastness of airspace. Typically awoken before the others sprung forth to keep a secret that was known by everyone aboard, and their days continued on their busied path with no end in-bound. The ice cream dates were nice, and Caelus assured due time when the opportunity arose for one -- for as much as March 7th complained, teased, there was aplenty to be in awe of.

It was just as good an opportunity, March thought. A way to buy them some time, however transient.

“It's not about midnight, silly,” spoke against his lips still, lashes fluttering against his cheek. “It's about the day: you're supposed to give someone a kiss! Aand ~ you're lucky enough to be loved by me, which gives you an automatic ticket.”

As was she, the luckiest girl in the universe. With the (in)famous Trailblazer, one might expect the least thought of, the unexpected — and Caelus' kisses were dizzying on the best of days, enough to reduce her thoughts to moosh and her tummy to jello. Upon being drawn into that second kiss, one that urged to steal her breath away and make her heart thump-thump-thump against her ribs, March gave easily into that request, breathing a lengthy sigh as her index, thumb braced the side of his face.

“This angle is - weird, huh,” blink blink, her eyes didn't steady. “If you're not gonna' come up,” a loving pinch to his cheek as she maneuvered, carefully, his head onto the plush of her mattress, only to spider-crawl her way into his haphazard lap. “I'm gonna' come down! Not... ugh, not in that way, don't look at me like that—”

@astrxlfinale, continued!

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Solas

[shinestxr]

“ ‘ ohhh you need a plan, you can’t just overthrow the government without a plan - ‘ “

“ maybe YOU don’t have a plan . we’re different though . “

[kyukicho]

No thoughts, head empty.

[stanfordprepped]

Trying to get a kid to bed and then escape the room is like pulling off a heist with the most accurate and sensitive security system ever.

[crossbackpoke-check]

i C u moyle

captured in 4k

[rarestones-aa]

do you think there’s cool rocks in ultra space