#like yeah he still sees him when hes conscious obvs but i think its easier to get into clouds brain when hes in that vulnerable state

[audaciiaearchive]

so...thinking...majority of clouds interactions with seph are (likely) when hes asleep/unconscious. or on that weird edge btwn awake and not. bc seph is literally in his brain. he cant escape him even in his own dreams 😀🥹 so hes probably an insomniac too bc of this lmao

[veliseraptor]

giving my brain a kick gentle nudge in the pants by doing another one of these 150 words meme things. eight options! my yi city obsession still showing whoops

send me up to three numbers and I’ll write 150 words in the relevant fic. hit me with it. if you don’t recognize a title/want to know what something is, you can check the wip masterlist here.

1. Frustration broke through Xue Yang’s focus. “The only reason you have him here at all is because of me, Song-daozhang,” he said, voice turning vicious. “If it weren’t for me he’d be gone completely, nothing left to heal, and you’d be all alone, forever. The only reason you’re getting a chance at seeing him again is because I kept him here.” 

If it weren’t for you he would still be alive.

Xue Yang flinched. Very slightly, his eyes flicking away from Song Lan for less than a breath before they fixed on him again. Something had shuttered in his expression when he did. “You were the one who pushed him away,” he said, voice turning sweetly vicious. “You left him all alone. Just think, Song-daozhang. If you hadn’t done that-”

Xue Yang’s voice cut off. Song Lan was standing, holding his fuchen by his side, and Xue Yang was holding his hand to his face, looking genuinely surprised. Song Lan’s hand trembled slightly and he forced it to still.

You cannot, he said, he wrote, blame me for what you did to Xingchen. (Walking Far From Home)

2. Flat on his stomach, arm extended to its full length, Jiang Cheng stared down at Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian stared up at him. 

No, said part of him, strangely removed from the proceedings. This isn’t happening. This is a nightmare and you are going to wake up from it. 

He’d had those dreams. Back at Nightless City, Wei Wuxian hanging over the edge of the cliff but this time he was the one holding on, not Lan Wangji. And he kept trying to pry his fingers loose but couldn’t make them let go. 

Only those were dreams, and he wasn’t waking up. (Slippage)

3. Xue Yang clocked the little blind girl immediately for an opportunistic, thieving little gutter rat, and he was absolutely right. 

It was obvious she’d latched onto Xiao Xingchen as a combination of protection and meal ticket, and she seemed to think of him as hers, like she got the monopoly on taking advantage of the idiot just because she’d found him first. 

If nothing else Xue Yang had to admit he could admire the entrepreneurial spirit. She’d seen a chance and taken it. Made it easier to understand how the fuck she could’ve stayed alive this long, blind and on her own. (two faces, three knives)

4. There were cracks in every wall. Xue Yang was good at finding them.

The wall the sects had put up around the Burial Mounds was harder to crack than most. But Xue Yang’d always been good at getting in places he wasn’t supposed to be, and he really wanted to get into this one.

Yeah, sure, maybe the Yiling Laozu’s lair had been picked over like a dead cow’s carcass but there was always a chance something’d been missed, some small thing that didn’t look important to the idiots who’d sacked the place but could still be useful to him.

Maybe the last piece to fill in those infuriating fucking gaps in his notes. The thing that’d make it all fall into place.

Something that would tell him how to fix Xiao Xingchen. (a symphony for the departed)

5. “Lemme try something,” Xue Yang said. He grabbed Jin Guangyao’s wrists and brought them up to his throat. Jin Guangyao’s fingers clenched reflexively, squeezing, and Xue Yang’s face lit up. Jin Guangyao stared at him, almost mesmerized. 

“Yeah,” Xue Yang said, his voice slightly strained. “Like that. Do it.” (choke chain)

6. “Have you seen my brother,” she said, finally, careful to keep her voice even. A grin spread across Xue Yang’s face, his eyes lighting up, and the hairs on the back of Wen Qing’s neck stood on end. 

“Yeah,” he said. “As it happens, I have.”

Wen Qing’s fingers tightened around the orange. “Is he alive?” 

Xue Yang laughed, bright and sharp. “Well, no,” he said. “Not really, but you already knew that, didn’t you?”  (fall apart, destroy, release)

7. Jiang Yanli didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to talk to this stranger about her didi, and she didn’t have to. “Leave,” she said.

“Okay, okay,” Chengmei said, hopping to his feet and stretching languidly. “I’m going. Just one more question?” 

Jiang Yanli leveled the hardest stare she could manage in his direction.

He cocked his head that little bit to the side again and said, “how long have you been practicing demonic cultivation, jiejie?” (this world is gonna break your heart)

8. Xiao Xingchen met his future boyfriend in an alley by a dumpster, semi-conscious and covered in blood.

He’d smelled him before he’d seen him - as much as he’d seen him at all, which was ‘barely.’ Even then, his sight was already almost all the way gone, corrective lenses or no. But he could see enough to make out the body wedged in the corner created by the back of a dumpster and a wall.

“Holy shit,” a-Qing had said, grabbing onto his elbow and yanking. “No you don’t, don’t even think-”

He’d tugged his way gently free of her and walked over, relieved to hear breathing even if it was quiet and raspy. “Hello?” he’d said reaching out to find the arm, which twitched. “Can you hear me?” (Redux)

this is not all of the things I’m working on obvs it is just the things I’m feeling most like I can focus on at the moment