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snackugaki-jestsjapesjokes · 1 year ago

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blep blah, here have some old ass backrooms doodle content when the topic of "the beach episode" concept came up bluhp blooh brain nyooming but art hand isn't arting

i think what is super cute in modern fandom expression that I've seen is that in terms of making OCs or AUs is that sound seems to have a bigger role now than from what I remember when I was young. which I'm thinking has a lot to do with being able to clip audio easily or being able to make multi-track playlists whenever. y'all out here with reels of your art with voice claims and some of the most thoughtfully and artfully crafted soundtracks-- not even playlists, some of that shit is a straight up soundtrack level be real

89% tempted to try one of those shady "free" video/audio editing programs to make a LoFi chill beats study girl visualizer playlist with my iteration's boys ...

anyway gonna contemplate music headcanons for my iteration under the cut

From Turtle Tracks fan letter section, Archie run, #24

so real quick, my iteration is literally just them chilling, hanging out, being together in their mid 30s- early 40s, and then sometimes flashing back to their child/teen years in the 90s because tl;dr i have miiiiiinor beef my childhood turtles weren't quite as "90s" as they "could have been" (nvm I'm cackling at the milennial pop culture refs in Mutant Mayhem drop kicking me back into my adolescence)

but mehehehehe, keeping that they listened to Public Enemy and The Jungle Brothers

and aside from Top 40 musicians of the time... I feel like being outsiders themselves, having to sneak around to explore and learn about people and what's above the sewers had them eavesdropping into a lot of nighttime venues and getting into the underground and various niche subculture scenes that daytime Top 40 didn't play.

cannot tell me the lights, thumping and noise from bands playing hardcore or house or hosting cyphers or raves didn't attract these curious and funky little green dudes like moths to a flame

... Leo definitely fell in deep with the gregorian chant phase, soothing sounds of nature fads , a big fan of Orbital and he fell into that electronic, house, trance, eurodance rabbit hole right after. he also got into Celtic folk music but when his brothers caught his ass studying Michael Flatley to incorporate Riverdance footwork into his ninjutsu he got teased so mercilessly that he took great care to hide listening to it... which just made his stealth better so joke's on them heehoo

Not to mention they're from New York City, the underground music scene is always bangin' no matter the decade; feel like rap and punk got a lot of tracks on their mix tapes back in the day

Raph getting into the metal scene in his own exploring the city trips, and then progressed to music with that boom bap sound (cuz baby boy needs a way to come down off those high intensity moods idk ijs)

Donnie... just the amalgamation of his brothers, he needs that background noise while he's chewing on schematics and protoype development, he would definitely have been the mixtape maker/recording bootlegger (along with Mikey)

Mikey absolutely tagged along with his brothers sometimes whenever they went to their spots for music, though he himself backflipped into ska 'cuz Mikey is always for the people

my tmnt iteration (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans)

tmnt iteration omake 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

lny visit 1 | 2

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#reminds me i need to make a battle map for them #i think what also tickles me #is I've seen a few fan iterations set themselves in the 90s too #granted seem to always be late 90s #which this is just me but #there's something a little fascinating about that #the 87 cartoon ran til 1996 #Those iconic trilogy movies did happen and were technically set in the 90s #and my beloved Next Mutation was also late 90s #They held a Save the Animals fundraiser rave that's peak 90s shenanigans #Archie comics also ran into 1995 after veering from the cartoon #but aside from NM... the depiction of teen culture then was always so broad as to be generic which makes sense in a way...#.... shit am I gonna fucking make a dissertation about this in the tags?#no... not today methinks #anyway tl;dr the kids who set their fan iteration anywhere in the 90s? ilu #y'all can wrest Leo being into gregorian chants that led him into trance and house music from my cold dead hands #Donnie (general) reeks of 'my watch is also a calculator' energy #so mine just extrapolated from there and mehehe

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wingsofimagery · 1 year ago

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Wishful Prayers

🧧 Summary: Jongho and you prepare for the Lunar New Year, writing up fortunes, as more people visit during this time around than during the Western New Year. 🧧Characters: Dragon!Jongho + Zodiac Keeper!Reader [Zodiac!ATEEZ + Zodiac Keeper!Reader] 🧧Genre: Slice of Life, Zodiac Spirit AU 🧧Rating/Warnings: General/SFW; Content warning: loosely based on Buddhist religious practice, but no religion is directly mentioned 🧧Word Count: 1635 🧧A/N: Back with a pt two! The LNY has not ended yet. I still have less than 3 more days left~ Pt 1 here

You scrambled around to clean the temple. People were coming to visit soon for the lunar new year. You wanted to make sure it looked clean before the crowd arrived. Jongho sat behind a table, legs crossed as he wrote fortunes onto a scroll of paper, wrapped it up, and threw it to the side. You stopped sweeping for a moment to watch his concentrated form.

A smile crossed over your lips as you observed his focused self. His horns shone with brilliance as he communicated with the stars. All the boys had the ability to read the stars. They could give vague but also specific readings to people. They did not have to hand it to the person personally; the fortunes somehow always made it to the rightful owners.

“They’re tied by fate,” Seonghwa once told you when you asked them how these fortunes were so accurate. People always came back to inform you how scarily precise they were.

You pretended to sweep again, quickly making your way behind him. Once you were directly behind Jongho, you laid the broom down on the floor. Kneeling on the floor, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his back, careful not to step on his scaly tail.

“Almost done?”

“Just got about fifty more to go,” he responded while writing without faltering.

You hummed in response as you continued to observe his handwriting; beautiful penmanship enraptured you with the smooth brush gliding across the parchment. You were always envious of his handwriting, always wondered how he wrote the hanja so proportionally. You always had trouble writing them properly despite being taught by him in your younger years. Eventually, you gave up. The writing was too hard, the identifying was too hard—everything basically.

“You’re not done with sweeping,” he commented as a matter of fact.

You laughed sheepishly, cuddling him from behind and rubbing your cheek against his, “In a bit, you’re warm and cuddly.”

“Do it now. You’ll have plenty of time later to give me your affection. Now go.”

You pouted but knew he had a point. If you finished up quickly, you would have your way for the rest of the night. Then, the following morning, it would be straight to work to greet the people for the new year. So you stood up, forcefully pulled yourself away from him with a sulky pout, and grabbed the broom to sweep the remaining area.

When you finished your task, you zoomed back to where Jongho was sitting. He had just set the fortunes into a box. He turned in his seated position just as you came tumbling into his arms. He could never get used to your clinginess, but he welcomed it all the same. His hand went to pat you on the head, fingers carding through your hair while his other arm wrapped around your waist.

“I’m milking you of all your affection. I won’t be able to see you for twelve years after this year ends. I’ll be lonely for the next nine years,” you sighed against his neck, where you buried yourself against.

Jongho shivered at the feeling. His heart swelled with pain. He knew how lonely you would be once he returned to his statue state. It was the same every cycle, and you guys had already gone through the cycle a handful of times. Of course, it did not make things any less lonesome for you despite having experienced it multiple times. That was why he and the other boys would always spoil you when they were around. He could not let you wallow in sadness for long, though. Superstition is that being sad around the new year will cause the rest of the year to be filled with negative energy, so he did his best to cheer you up.

“I’m not going anywhere yet. Let’s enjoy our time together and celebrate the beginning of the year with the community. We will serve a good year. We can worry about the rest later down the road. This year just started, after all. So keep your chin up, and smile for me.”

You made an attempt to smile for Jongho as instructed. You two had some time to spend together, so you decided to watch a drama he picked up a day ago. You tried your best to stay awake, but soap operas usually put you to sleep, so your eyes began drooping down after an episode in.

Awakened by the sound of people bustling, you sat up straight instantly. You pick up your phone to view the bright screen. 10:25am—you had overslept. In panic, you threw yourself out of your bed and darted into the bathroom. Jongho must have brought you to your room without waking you up. He must have herded the morning crowd without you, too. That dragon was talented in everything he did, but now you felt terrible for not waking up on time to help him out.

With a hop in your step, you ran out after doing your morning routine. While tying the bow around your waist, you greeted everyone with a wide smile. The temple was filled with people in the bright morning, but that did not discourage you. Instead, you became more energized to help ensure the vital day went as smoothly for everyone as possible. You slapped his arm gently but scoldingly when you got to Jongho, who was out and about in his human form.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? Today’s a big day. There are so many people—”

“I’m handling it perfectly fine, aren’t I?” he quipped.

You paused as you observed the controlled crowd, “Well, yes, you are, but—” “I think that’s all that should matter. Now you can help me. Plus, you’re well rested, so you should be able to pick up half my burden just fine.”

You sighed with resignation but took over half the tasks he was doing. Together, you both assisted the visitors as well as conversed with them. You greeted them with wishes of good health and fortune. You made sure the elderly got to where they needed and did whatever their bodies could not let them do. All went well as Jongho took care of the fortunes for the visitors. Just like last year, the guests gleefully exclaimed about their fortune. Although some felt discouraged with theirs, most were happy with their results.

Time slipped by, and soon, the bustling crowd became lingering souls. It was no longer crowded like earlier in the day. Jongho went about cleaning up the place (messes left by kids of visiting families and those negligent of common courtesy) while you escorted the remaining crowd out of the temple. With a final smile to the last visitor, an elderly woman who came every year since you started your guardianship, the doors to the temple closed.

Finally, there was room for you to breathe. Your shoulders slacked with relief as a sigh made its way out from your lips. There was still one more thing to do, though. You closed your eyes briefly to release the tension in your body. Jongho walked over to you with his fortune for you. He was back in his hybrid form, finding it most comfortable.

“Do you want to read it now? Or after we do our new year’s prayer?”

You opened your eyes to look at the folded piece of paper in his hand. Deep in your thoughts, you reached out to take it from him. You held onto it as you replied, “I'll read it after. The prayers are more important.”

You made your way to the biggest shrine in the temple. Jongho got on his knees, kneeling on one of the cushions laid before the table filled with incense burners and fruits on plates, amongst many other offerings the visitors had placed. He clapped his hands together as he said his prayers silently. You slowly knelt down to do the same, eyes closed to say yours. With a bow, you both concluded your new year’s prayer.

Jongho stood up first as he lit up incense sticks for the both of you. You each stuck yours into the burner and clapped your hands together for the last time.

“Now, go ahead and read your fortune.”

You laughed quietly when you saw how much his dragon tail was swinging around, betraying his emotions, “why are you so worked up? Is it because the fortune is good for me this year?”

“Stop asking questions and read it for yourself!” he urged.

“Alright, alright… chill your pants,” you lightly pushed him out of annoyance, but there was a smile on your face nonetheless, indicating to him that you were not actually mad. You read the fortune silently, eyes scanning the text Jongho wrote with focus. You hummed when you finished, folding it back up into the triangle he originally made. A smile stretched across your lips, and you thanked him for it.

“I hope what I wrote is all true,” he wished in a soft voice.

“So do I,” you pocketed the fortune into the pouch strapped to your body, “now, we worked hard today. Let’s get something to eat. How does eating out sound?”

“Perfect, I’m exhausted.”

“I’m sure you are, my little dragon,” you cooed as you gave Jongho an affectionate pat on the head; you did not forget to scratch near his horn where he felt the most pleasure, “We’ll go celebrate with…”

“I want to go to a Hong Kong cafe.”

You raised your eyebrow, “that’s kind of specific.”

“Are we going or not?” he had already begun walking to his room to grab his jacket.

You laughed but also went to bundle up before leaving the temple.

“A Hong Kong cafe it is~”

#cromernet #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #jongho scenarios #jongho imagines #ateez+reader #jongho+reader #choi jongho

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solitaireships · 1 year ago

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Cultural Reconnection

Happy Lunar New Year! To celebrate, I wanted to do a little selfship fic, and I decided with this one to do a modern AU focused on Helena and Chae-Yeong, partially bcs they have the same backgrounds as me with that so I know a little more about Seollal (Korean new year) things from my irl attempts to connect more with my culture

Full disclosure here, like Helena and Chae-Yeong, a lot of what I know about Seollal celebrations are things that I have recently taught myself from doing research online. This may not be a 100% accurate with how things are celebrated, and if it's not, I would appreciate anyone who knows more giving feedback! While it won't change things with this fic, bcs they also are still learning how to celebrate this properly, it'd help me out with my future LNY celebrations

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2325 words

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Helena doesn’t cook very often. It’s not that she’s a bad cook, but with her and Chae-Yeong both hating being in the kitchen with other people, Chae-Yeong tends to be the one to make dinner more often than not. Helena figures that with how much food they’ll need for tonight’s Seollal celebrations, though, she could handle the majority of the cooking.

As she cooks, Helena’s in new hanbok that Chae-Yeong had bought for this. She’s had to be careful with it— the last thing she wants to do is stain the light green and pink fabric making up the layers of her clothes. Her hanbok’s chima is longer than any of the dresses or skirts she usually wears, but she likes the way it moves around her as she walks around the kitchen.

In some ways it feels like she’s not supposed to be wearing this— her grandmother never passed on much information about Korean culture to Helena or her mother beyond the food. But she’s worn hanbok before, and she reminds herself that this is a part of her culture, even if it’s something she grew up disconnected from.

It helps that Chae-Yeong’s in a similar boat to Helena. Both of them are a quarter Korean, both of them didn’t get many cultural things passed down to them, and both of them look white. Helena is used to feeling out of place everywhere she goes, never really feeling like she belongs to any community fully. But with Chae-Yeong, she actually feels like she’s not alone.

Trying to fill the many gaps in her knowledge of Korean culture is more fun with Chae-Yeong, though. That’s another thing that makes Helena feel less alone, less like she’s an imposter and doesn’t really count as Korean. And as Helena finishes up making their rice cake soup hopes that she’s able to make Chae-Yeong feel the same way.

“The soup is done, starlight!” Helena calls.

“Smells good,” Chae-Yeong says, coming into the kitchen with a bottle of sparkling cider in hand. She looks pretty in hanbok— she's dressed in has a bright red skirt and a black jeogori. The silver and pink norigae she’s wearing is a nice touch too with its butterfly charm, standing out from the rest of the outfit.

Helena thinks this look suits her well. Her hanbok even matches with the red and black paint along her prosthetic arm and leg. It seems to match her perfectly, and is a good reminder to Helena of just how pretty her wife is.

“Thanks,” Helena says. “Did you get the rest of the table set up?”

“Mhm.” Chae-Yeong sets the bottle down on the counter, digging through their drawers to find a bottle opener. “We’ll just need to get the last of the hot stuff plated, then everything will be ready.”

Helena turns off the stovetop. “Great. I’m hungry after cooking all day.”

“I’m sure it’ll all taste amazing, yeobo,” Chae-Yeong says. “Do you want me to help plate stuff?”

“If it won’t make you annoyed,” Helena replies, half teasing.

Chae-Yeong rolls her eyes but smiles. “Putting food on plates and cooking are too different things. And it’s not like you’re better.”

“I’m not. But it’s always good to be safe, you can get scary when you feel like it.”

“I don’t get scary.”

“Yeah, you do.” Helena nudges Chae-Yeong’s side as she walks past with a plate of bulgogi. “You look pretty like that, though.”

Chae-Yeong laughs, pausing the process of scooping some rice from their rice cooker to look at Helena. “You’re the only person in the world who could think I’m attractive when I’m mad.”

“Mhm, which is part of why I’m very lucky to have married you,” Helena says.

Chae-Yeong gives her one last little affectionate look before they both go back to plating their food. It’s a lot of work to do, but between the two of them, they’re able to get the job done quickly. Helena switches to bringing plates over to the table, doing what she can to remember where everything is supposed to be placed.

This isn’t like her and Chae-Yeong’s normal dinner arrangements. They have food set up practically covering every inch of it. At one end of the table is a collection of fruits such as Asian pears and apples, with a row of vegetables set up on plates behind it. The third row at the back of the table is where they set up their bowls of rice along with plates full of japchae and bulgogi. There’s a spot near the middle of that back row for the rice cake soup which Chae-Yeong brings in in two large bowls. Behind the table is a folding paper screen, one set up there especially for today. They’ve also set up a candle on either side of the table’s middle row, which Helena lights as she waits for Chae-Yeong.

It’s a lot of food for the two of them to eat. Far more than they’d usually prepare. Helena’s never been a big eater, and just looking at everything laid out in front of them is almost intimidating.

The food isn’t all for them, though. This year they’re trying something new. A part of Seollal is honoring ancestors with charye rites, and this year they’ll be making their first attempt at performing that.

Preparing an offering table was Helena’s idea. She wasn’t sure how Chae-Yeong would feel about it. Chae-Yeong’s relationship with her family was never a good one, and if she didn’t want to be part of the charye rites, Helena would have understood. Only Chae-Yeong’s biological father even seemed remotely worth honoring. Maybe none of Helena’s ancestors are either— her relationship with her maternal grandparents had been tense for years, and she doesn’t know much about any of her relatives beyond her grandparents.

But this is something that’s part of most celebrations of Seollal, and Helena wants to try this at least once. Chae-Yeong agreed to this too, and if nothing else Helena will be glad that she gets to do this with her wife. They had to make some substitutions, though— Helena read that alcohol is usually offered to ancestors, but neither of them drink so instead they opted for a sparkling cider. Incense is also used for charye rites too, but the smell makes Helena feel sick so instead they have a reed diffuser set up on the table by the vegetables.

“Are you ready to do the honors?” Helena asks as Chae-Yeong comes to rest her head on her shoulder.

“If you are,” Chae-Yeong says. “I’m still not sure I’m the best one to be handling this, though. There wasn’t a ton of information about what I’m supposed to be doing online.”

“You’ll do great,” Helena promises, reaching back to give her wife’s hip a quick squeeze.

Chae-Yeong takes a deep breath. It’s rare that she’s ever nervous, but that she’s clearly worried about this is a sign of just how much it matters to her. This is a part of her culture too, a part that neither of them are experienced with. They both want to get this right.

Knowing Helena’s not alone in this is nice.

But it’s also nice seeing the way any nerves fade away as Chae-Yeong begins performing the charye rites. She pulls a piece of prayer written in Korean from one of the pockets built into her skirt, placing it on the table before calling out towards their ancestors in a greeting, welcoming them to the table. She’s always been good at coming off as confident even when she’s new to something, and she looks like she’s done this a thousand times as she pours a cup of sparkling cider as an offering. She places a pair of chopsticks on the plate of bulgogi and leaves a spoon in one of the rice bowls.

Chae-Yeong moves to move the paper screen, unfolding it more so it hides the table from view. Her skirts rustle around her as she makes her way back to Helena.

“Alright, we’ll have to step out for a bit now,” Chae-Yeong says.

Helena nods and lets her wife lead the way out of the dining room and into their living room.

“Are we supposed to just sit in silence while the ancestors eat?” Helena asks as she closes the door behind her.

“I don’t know, I couldn’t find anything about that when I was figuring this out,” Chae-Yeong admits. She takes a seat on the couch. “I’d say we try to be quiet just to be safe. That feels more ceremonial.”

“Okay.”

Helena sits down next to Chae-Yeong. She doesn’t usually like sitting around in silence for a long time— her mind wanders easily, and usually it wanders towards rumination and everything in her life that’s stressing her out. But with Lunar New Year on her mind, she finds her thoughts going to better things for once.

She wonders what her great-grandparents would have thought of her and Chae-Yeong. She never met them, and she never heard stories about them either. There are no puzzle pieces for her to put together, there’s no story she can create from scraps of information. Most of her family tree is a mystery to her even as she honors them.

But Chae-Yeong’s not a mystery at all. Helena knows how to read her unlike anyone else, knows every single one of her little quirks by heart. She’s someone who makes sense, and Helena’s always grateful for their similarities. She makes life so much better for her, and she hopes that regardless of who her great-grandparents or even her great-great-grandparents were, they’d at least be proud of her for finding someone she can be herself around. Maybe they’d be proud of her for reconnecting with her roots, for trying to follow cultural traditions even if it took her a long time to do so.

Family is weird, and it’s complicated, but Helena hopes that there’d be someone in Chae-Yeong’s family that’s happy for her too. And if no one else is, then Helena will be proud of her for them.

The five minutes they’re away from the dining room pass quickly. Chae-Yeong’s leg brushes against Helena, getting past her skirt so that she can feel the plastic of her prosthetic foot brushing against Helena’s lower leg.

Chae-Yeong breaks the silence with a cough. “We’re good to head back in.”

Helena gets up first, waiting a second for Chae-Yeong to get up after her. She stretches as she gets up, making a soft grunting noise.

Nothing’s different as the two of them make it back into the dining room, though Helena feels like it should be. She hopes that this is what they’re supposed to be doing, as Chae-Yeong makes her way to the table again. She moves to put the folding screen back in its original position, revealing the table again. She goes to take the chopsticks from the bulgogi, then the spoon from the rice bowl.

“We’re supposed to bow four times now,” Chae-Yeong says as she rejoins Helena. “It’ll help send the ancestors back to the spirit world.”

Helena hums in response, taking four deep bows along with Chae-Yeong. She hopes that if anyone is watching from the other side, they appreciate the food she and Chae-Yeong prepared for them.

Chae-Yeong strides over to the table again, now taking the written prayer from it and burning it over the candle. The ashes fall down onto the table, and Helena notes that next year they should use a tablecloth.

“Okay,” Chae-Yeong says. “Since we don’t have any ritual things outside of that prayer, I think that’s about it aside from eumbok.”

“Great,” Helena says. Now it’s her turn to step up to the table.

It’s hard to say if that’s what the ceremony was supposed to be like when she has no frame of reference for it. Now that it’s over, she can’t help but worry that they did this wrong. She heard that people usually eat dried fish for Seollal— they didn’t have any of that, maybe that means the food offerings aren’t right. And they might not have done the ceremony itself right either, it was hard trying to find resources online about how to do this. She knows that she’s probably being irrational, and she’s probably holding herself to too high standards, but worry still eats at her.

“I think we might be doing this wrong,” Helena says, frowning down at the table.

“Maybe,” Chae-Yeong replies. Her arms wrap around Helena’s waist as she hugs her from behind. “But I like trying this with you.”

Helena can’t help but smile at that. “Yeah. I like it too.”

It’s not perfect. Helena knows it never will be, no matter how much she wishes she could push everything into place. But she thinks she can be content with imperfection if Chae-Yeong is.

So she leans back to give Chae-Yeong a quick kiss on the cheek.

“How about we go ahead and eat, then?” she suggests.

“Sounds good.”

As they sit down at a corner of the table, Helena looks at all of the food laid out before them. It’s impressive to think about how much they managed to make in one day, and even if things aren’t perfect, Helena thinks now that she’s happy with how things turned out. They’re definitely going to have a lot to eat, though, and she’s sure they’ll be eating leftovers for a long time after this.

Helena takes a slice of Asian pear, offering it to Chae-Yeong. She takes it between her teeth, biting off a piece with an affectionate look at Helena.

She’s lucky to be going into this new year with Chae-Yeong. Everyday with her is a gift. And Helena hopes that when they eat their rice cake soup, symbolizing growing a year older with the lunar new year, this will be one of many more years spent together.

#selfship fic #selfship #safeship #safeship fic #my writing #my posts #lunar new year #💫 Modern AU 🌙#💫 shepherd’s delight #💫#🌙 helena

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rustycreekspoon · 2 years ago

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#14: Protection

Granted, Xie’er wasn’t thinking clearly—or at all—when he decided to walk away and follow Zhou-shouling—Zhou-ge—to his inn room in the middle of the night. A sober, well-adjusted Xie’er would be salivating at the mere chance to get him alone. He’s neither tonight.

It’s why he’s so taken aback to find himself behind Zhou-ge’s white sleeve, a furious Wen Kexing staring him down the edge of a bladed fan in all his lilac glory.

“A-Xu! What are you doing—get away from him, you know better!”

“Lao Wen, please—“

“Is he controlling you?! We saw what he could do with Deng Kuan!”

“Lao Wen.”

The room falls quiet, cacophonous in its sudden silence. This. This kind of authority; this calm, icy steel; this control, it’s—well. Normally it’d be the hottest thing in the world. Right now, it’s simply and purely reassuring.

Xie’er swallows. Sways a little, on his feet. He’s never felt like this before. So small, but not the same kind of small that yifu makes him feel. He feels—like a kitten. A kitten hiding in strong arms from a big dog.

Tears burn their way through his eyes, flush through his nose. He doesn’t know this feeling. It’s strange, it’s new, he wants more, even as his feels humiliated to be seen with such raw emotions on his face. But it’s the price he has to pay for this.

Hidden behind Zhou Zishu’s sleeve, he thinks he’d pay anything for this opportunity. To feel—to feel—

Safe.

#xie wang #zhou zishu #wen kexing #implied zhou zishu/xie wang #my writing #day 14 #dzzslnyminifest #lny 2023 mini prompt fest #lny au

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its-raining-here · 2 years ago

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drew these for the lunar new year this year. in order:

1) my version of morgan is vietnamese. in vietnam we celebrate the year of the cat instead.

2) as a fun coincidence, 1939 also happened to be the year of the rabbit.

3) my figure skating au. nothing new year related, i just wanted to draw old man meryl with his good-for-nothing grandson glenn and since it was new year’s when I drew this glenn gets a li xi/hong bao/red envelope.

4) all three of them refer to january 1 as “white people new year” and lny as the new year.

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #at the mountains of dadness #mountains of dadness #atmod #amod #dungeons and daddies odyssey #dndads odyssey #glenn close #morgan freeman #meryl streep #musicverse #figure skating au #meryl and the atmod crew work on simpsons time so they’re all perpetually 80 even as time marches on #morgan freeman dndads #glenn close dndads #meryl streep atmod #mery streep amod

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ebicthings · 9 months ago

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Narinder gets all confused by all the monuments in this mysterious land.

I hereby declare the name of this modern au is "Cult Of the Lamb: lost in new york" because home alone

#new york #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl LNY #cotl lost in new york #cotl au #cotl modern au

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postsofbabel · 1 year ago

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sasamelons · 4 years ago

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modern diaspora au: 正月初十, 2019

For many of Wei Ying’s friends who are immigrants, their families have made it very clear to them that they are to hold a second wedding in their home countries. Most of them did so, often grudgingly, while Wei Ying tried not to feel sad; he & Lan Zhan have very little family between them in China who would care to see them married, especially to another man.

Instead, they decide to take a vacation there a few months before they get married, as neither had been there for Chinese New Year in a long time.

Wei Ying had only met Xiao Xingchen briefly when he visited a year ago to look for his mother’s family. It had been an exhausting few days of travelling, searching, and difficult conversations with his grandmother.

“Biao-shu,” he had said politely when Xiao Xingchen was introduced. He was his mother’s cousin, after all.

The other man laughed. “We must be the same age. Please call me Xingchen.”

They had stayed in touch, and now Wei Ying is so, so grateful for it. When Xiao Xingchen had said he was going to hold a mini banquet celebration for them, Wei Ying had pictured a quiet dinner with Xiao Xingchen & his “roommate”. Instead, Wei Ying is watching as Song Lan brings out dish after dish from their little kitchen, filling up the expandable dining table. There is a small group — about 5 or 6, not enough to be overwhelming — of the two men’s friends, who Wei Ying soon realizes to his delight are all queer. They chat, play games, and stuff themselves on the feast long into the night. Before they leave, he gives Xiao Xingchen a long, grateful hug, moved beyond words.

[more of this au here]

#mdzs #mdzs au #mdzs fic #wei wuxian #the untamed #xiao xingchen #homophobia tw #modern diaspora au #lny 2021 #my fic

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i-love-you-all · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

Hi, I’m MediFlo on AO3, and this is a list of Valorant Fanfic I’ve written. My works are mostly Breach/Sova, and I generally choose not to write for other ships unless I’ve opened my requests for it.

It’s sorted by AO3 only, then series/oneshot/requests that you can find on both AO3 and tumblr or tumblr only. I wanted to just make this so I could keep better track of my writing, and so ppl hopefully don’t have to send asks LOL.

You can also search for my writing stuff with the “my writing” tag if that works better :))

If I missed anything, pls lmk :))

(under the keep reading bc it’s v long)

AO3 Only

Fault lines - (Breach/Sova) FWB turns into something more, and the start of their relationship in my universe of stories. (NSFW included)

There’s a Certain Comfort in Darkness... - (Sova & Omen) Sova meets Omen for the first time on a mission and they bond.

The Long Road Home - (Breach/Sova) Breach reconciles with his mother after decades apart.

Whumptober 2021 - Oneshots - My Valorant prompts/oneshots for the whumptober event.

Memory Lost and Found - (Breach/Sova) A continuation of a few select whumptober prompts, Breach loses his memory and Sova needs to grapple with the possibility that the man he knew is gone forever. (NSFW included)

A Mistake to be Repeated - (Breach/Sova) It’s just a smut fic. (all NSFW)

Three Words - (Breach/Sova) Misunderstandings and the anxiety of the first “I love you”.

Tangled in Red - (Breach/Sova) Soulmate AU where these two have trouble understanding the roles of fate, communication, and determination when it comes to a relationship.

She Can’t Sleep - (Brim/Sage/Viper) Fic trade with SleepyMacchiato. Viper has her past thrown at her and needs to adjust.

Tremorbolt in Every AU - (Breach/Sova) Smut fics for a bunch of AUs.

A Myriad of Counters - (Breach/Sova, gen) Sova finds himself trapped in the other dimension after a confrontation with his mirror self that led to him getting taken away by the other mirror agents. No one knows about the switch and it’s up to both Sovas to find their way home.

Kids Again - Series (Breach/Sova) Childhood friends AU. Two boys meet over their summer break. (will add more to this summary as more parts of the series are uploaded)

Series

Aftershocks - (Breach/Sova) A fluffy morning turns into the worst day of their lives.... maybe (two endings) AO3 Link | Tumblr Pt. 1 | Tumblr Pt. 2

Rumours of My Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated - Another one based off the whumptober prompts. KJ goes MIA on mission and someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes... AO3 Link | Tumblr

To Die Now - (INCOMPLETE) Will eventually be Breach/Sova. An experimental series on Tumblr about my hc’s on Breach’s past leading up to Valorant. Tumblr

One Shots

Breach Gets Jealous - (Breach/Sova) title says it all.

The Wrong Shirt - (Breach/Sova) Sova wakes up in Breach’s shirt and doesn’t realize.

Sova’s Dyed Hair - (Breach/Sova) Sova likes to show off his looks.

Whumptober 2021 - Tumblr edition - Whumptober stuff as they were before editing/extension.

Spoon-Fed Nights - (Breach/Sova) Trying to take care of one another (NSFW included in the AO3 version) AO3 Link | Tumblr

Darkness Between the Stars - Reyna and Sova have a strange heart to heart despite their dislike of each other. AO3 Link | Tumblr

Memento - (Jett/Phoenix) Jett’s thoughts after Phoenix doesn’t come back from a mission. AO3 link | Tumblr

Tears in Celebration - Sage wishes she could celebrate LNY like she used to be able to...

Give and Take - (Breach/Sova) A bit of a dive into how Sova and Breach’s relationship works.

Favourite Things - (Breach/Sova) A very fluffy fic of Sova feeling a little insecure and Breach’s way to reassure him.

Rest when you’re dead - (Breach/Sova) Sova is exhausted during this manhunt, and Breach is worried.

Robin Hood 2.0 - (Breach/Sova) Where Breach leans how to shoot a bow, and Sova is his teacher. But when his ego grows a little to large, it is also up to Sova to put him in his place.

Requests

Agent HC requests - Going through my hc’s for some agents.

Dec. 2021 requests - Masterlist of the drabbles I wrote when I opened requests for a bit.

Feb. 2022 requests - Masterlist of drabbles written for when my requests were open in February.

Misc Requests as of Oct 2022 - Realized there are fics that never made it onto a list or anything so I compiled it in this post.

#valorant #valorant fanfiction #masterlist #personal #my writing #no need to interact #pinned post

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