#order of the fang

[stupid-flanders]

Please feel free to offer your reasoning and fight over this in the replies /lh /j

I know we all have our opinions 😂

[deztryx]

RANDOM BRAWL STARS ART DUMP YUHHH🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️

I love you kenji ejhsgedhrrghgrrrheghdvejdh

[roabe]

Howl of a wounded beast

[dumb-droid]

Personally, I think a hug from fang while holding frenchie’s hand would cure me, rip to Izzy hands but I’m different

[dearmyloveleys]

Of course, Xiao Zhuo's first wardrobe change as a demon has those tiny fur balls attached. Now I'm curious which one of them set him up with that, Ying Lei or Zhao Yuanzhou? Or was it the both of them? Imagine their conversation went something like: Fur balls are good. Yep yep, fur balls are great. Absolute trendsetter. And Yichen, the softie he is, just fuckin obliges.

On a deeper note, I'd like to think that Ying Lei and Yuanzhou had a conversation about paying respects to Ying Zhao, the one who raised them as kids. And now that Yichen is a fledgling demon, there is not a more appropriate wardrobe choice than this. (I'm going off a hc that another user posed - that the kids raised by Ying Zhao had their wardrobes and hair decorated with furballs.)

And on the topic of wardrobe change for Yichen, it is refreshing to see that his clothes are no longer in deep, dark shades. He is back in his light coloured, cream robes that he wore as a child/young teen. It's symbolic of how he is now emotionally rid of the pain he has been carrying, now that he and Zhao Yuanzhou have come to terms with their situationship. It's as if he has his joy and innocence back. This is such a great statement of character development as being a demon was once his nightmare, but is now his liberation.

[mikimeiko]

Our Flag Means Death Season 2 - one gif per episode (with the first gif from their first scene and the last gif from their last scene) | Fang

[meluli]

Our Flag Means Death | 1.10 -> 2.01

[venic-of-paper]

Ignore the cheesy text i have actual thoughts for this but brain mush. They're very normal <33

[devilbooru]

😈 source  IHAVETWOOOO

[jyiori]

Levi belongs to @lazyvoyager 😘💋

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! Have some more of my MLC longfic! This excerpt comes from a little before the one I posted last week, when they're still in the tree and FDB is trying to convince DFS to let him help before DFS collapses. (You can find all previous excerpts here.)

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A-Fei took a long, slow breath and swayed closer to the trunk as he exhaled, his forehead almost brushing against his battered knuckles. “Go back to Lotus Tower,” he said at last. “I’ll meet you there.” 

“Did you not hear a word I just said?” Fang Duobing snapped. “I’m not going anywhere without you. We’re leaving together. So let me help you. Please.”

A-Fei pressed his palm harder against the trunk, and faint tremors started to run through his arms. 

The branch beneath them vibrated. Fang Duobing glanced down to make sure it wasn’t about to break. 

It was perfectly sturdy. A glance at a-Fei’s stance showed he’d locked his knees. His legs must have started to buckle and shaken the branch, and this was a-Fei’s untenable solution. 

Fang Duobing sighed. “Will you at least sit down while we come up with a better plan?”

A-Fei’s head shifted subtly as he looked down and then at the branch to his right. “No need,” he gritted out, leaning harder against the tree.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Fang Duobing said. “Your legs are about to give out and you don’t think you can squat down enough to sit on the branch you’re standing on without falling. So sit on the one to your left instead,” he said, patting it with his palm. “You won’t have to bend your knees as far so it won’t put as much strain on the muscles. I can even help you, if you’ll let me.”

“Unnecessary,” a-Fei said, his voice trembling under the strain.

“That’s clearly not true, which means you don’t think you can do that, either.”

“Fang Duobing!” a-Fei spat out.

“So we have two options: one is I turn around and let you collapse on the branch and try to catch yourself before you fall out of the tree. I hate this plan and I don’t want us to do it. The other option is that you let me help you.”

Even from looking at a-Fei from behind, it was clear that his jaw was twitching. “How?” he bit out at last.

“Like this.” Fang Duobing put his right foot in front of his left, squatted slightly to lower his center of balance and increase his stability, and held his arms straight out to a-Fei, palms up. “Take my hands.”

A-Fei’s strained exhale was practically a growl. “Why.” 

“Your legs need help supporting your weight, don’t they? So deload them by supporting yourself with my arms. Pull on them as hard as you need to to keep your legs from buckling as you sit. I’ll be your counterbalance. That should help lower you to where you were sitting when I got here.”

“No.”

“Fine. Then can I put my arm around your waist and help support you as you sit?”

“No.” 

“Then let me carry you out of the tree with qinggong!”

“No.”

“Then come up with a better suggestion!” Fang Duobing snapped, flailing his arms. 

“I made one,” a-Fei snarled. “Go.”

“Absolutely not! I will give you space and I will help you only as much as you will let me, but I will not abandon you in a fucking tree! You’re my friend, a-Fei! Friends don’t do that!”

A-Fei went so still the tremors briefly stopped. “Friend?” he said, in a tone so deliberately devoid of affect Fang Duobing couldn’t begin to interpret it.

“Obviously!” Fang Duobing rolled his eyes. Then he paused and winced. “Well, I’m probably more annoyance than friend to you, but you’re a friend to me! So let me help you. Please.” 

The tremors started again without additional response.

Fang Duobing sighed. “Fine,” he said, recentering himself and closing his eyes. “My eyes are closed. I can’t see you. That’s as much privacy as I can give you. Now will you try taking my hands? I’d try it facing the other way but my shoulders don’t bend like th–” He cut himself off as large, warm hands, still tacky with blood and faintly trembling, took his.

“Stop listing left,” a-Fei said, tugging him to the right. “You can’t help anyone if you fall.” 

Fang Duobing went very still, hardly daring to move in case it shattered the precarious truce between them. “You’re . . . letting me help?”

A-Fei's whole arm twitched, the vibrations shooting through their joined hands. “Just get on with it. And–” another twitch. A-Fei’s clenched his arm so forcefully his fingers went rigid in Fang Duobing’s hand. “–Open your eyes. Before you hurt yourself.”

[moeblob]

I love my dumb OCs so much ...

I think I have rambled about them before so to spare you! A tl;dr version that you can also skip:

Shilva can turn into a dragon. Vikrahm goes on an adventure and meets Pops. Pops is a famous dragonslayer who refuses to tell anyone his name and never collects reward money unless needed at that time. Shilva and Pops get married. They both do not tell Vik his name though so he resorts to a threat and is shocked when it actually works. "I didn't expect to get this far idk what to do now" kinda vibes.

[ruckis-vandalizes]

I kept getting a creepy ad from that one Tokyo Debunker game and made a sprite animation of Gera inspired by one of the still frames

inspiration:

[vimbry]

"mink car" was one of the albums I'd started off on when getting properly into tmbg, which makes not knowing its divisive reputation until later funnier to me, bc I was just listening to "mr xcitement" like hell yeeeaah. wonder which john that is lol

[mx-myth]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Di Feisheng & Fang Duobing, Di Feisheng & Wu Yan, Fang Duobing & Wu Yan, Di Feisheng & Fang Duobing & Wu Yan, Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing, Di Feisheng/Wu Yan, Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing/Wu Yan, Di Feisheng & Huli Jing, Fang Duobing & Huli Jing Characters: Di Feisheng, Fang Duobing, Wu Yan (Mysterious Lotus Casebook), Huli Jing (Mysterious Lotus Casebook), He Xiaohui, He Xiaofeng, Zhan Yunfei Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Amnesia, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Grief/Mourning, Slow Burn, llh is haunting the narrative but not like actively, jlq is mentioned, Found Family, Trauma, idk about wuxia historical details. sorry if there's inaccuracies, Literal Sleeping Together, an appearance of two oc lesbian npcs I had to make up, Getting to Know Each Other, Intimacy, Trust, Domestic, Soft, Caretaking, How Do I Tag, Love, Food as a Metaphor for Love, everything as a metaphor for love honestly, everything is a metaphor, Travel, su xiaoyong is mentioned, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Light Angst, Self-Discovery, what then., Devotion, what happens if you lose yourself and discover how loved you were (are) in the meantime

Summary:

When he wakes he is cold. The wind is howling and the clothes he’s wearing are all damp. The ground is lumpy and hard beneath him, and for a moment or two he just lays there.

When he holds his palm up he discovers cuts, scabbed over but reopened, sluggishly bleeding. There are characters carved into the skin - find Fang Duobing. The blood leaks down his palm, blurring the lines.

Or, an amnesia story.

(The dfs amnesia au I’ve been talking about since forever is finally posted. Sorry again that the title is so danmei. It is what it is.)

[fangmich]

Ooh these two are too good 🥰