#wangi thinks it’s funny

[cannibalsurprise]

[nicawlette]

Send a flower to hear…

@nobully asked: 🌷🥀🌹🌺

AND: 🌷 praise me >:0

🌷… a compliment. ( x2 )

❝ Two compliments, huh? Looks like Wangy is being greedy as usual... ❞ She appears a little apprehensive, but it's more about reluctance to openly compliment someone who won't return the favor, rather than struggling to think of anything. ❝ He's a lot smarter than he lets on, though I think that's all by design, as is usually the case with him. He's a lot smarter than me academically, that's for sure. ❞ It's a little hard not to feel like an outsider when him and Zhilan get particularly passionate about something she struggles to understand, but somehow it still gives her a sense of fondness, as of late.

❝ He's cute, too. I like cute things. A young, handsome face— he makes such enticing expressions. It makes it hard not to tease. ❞ They're pretty similar, when it comes to such things.

🥀…. a complaint.

❝ He's got no idea how to communicate with women. ❞ Okay, maybe just her, specifically. ❝ It'd be funny how quickly he's able to piss me off... if it didn't piss me off, so much. ❞ Her lips tug into a slight frown, but if one were to look closely, it seems more for show than anything else.

❝ Like being stupid enough to go and get himself hurt, and then having the audacity to try and defend it like it was a good idea. He's such a dipshit about the dumbest things, I swear to God. ❞

🌹… a confession.

Ah... Nicolette feels her cheeks go a little warm, and she promptly looks away. Lips part and then close and then open again, struggling to put it into words. ❝ I know I just bitched about him being difficult... but I kind of... don't hate it, either? ❞ Scarred fingers rub the back of her neck in a show of discomfort. ❝ He's— well, sometimes I feel a little jealous that he seems to get along with others so easily, like how overly nice he is to Lanlan compared to me, but then I remember that it's because he's usually bullshitting everyone. ❞ Everyone but her.

❝ I like that we fight, because it's a sign that he's being his real self. It's... different. Good. It makes me feel special. I think we're getting better, though... at not lying, and still getting along. Sometimes! ❞

🌺… a secret.

❝ Hmm... oh, hah! Here's a good one, I'm sure he'd have a field day with this, ❞ she grins to herself, as if in on a private joke, ❝ I wouldn't mind making out again, if the opportunity arose. He flipped out about it so much after the last time. We worked it out, I think, but I've taken pity on him and haven't mentioned it since. ❞

❝ It's not like I'll just make out with anyone— I don't regret that it was him, though I'm not sure the feeling is mutual. It's too bad! I think we had good chemistry! Maybe I'd even let him be a little mean, pffft— ❞

[altiakana]

[Unsent Letter] To R: Take Care.

'Cos we burnt out That's what you do When you have everything, it can't be true —-Kasabian, “Goodbye Kiss”

The broom and the mop are staring at me disappointed as if they know I am about to delay my house-cleaning plan for this crappy, whiny writing.

Sigh.

I am not in the right mind to write yet, but this is the only catharsis that I can think of at 2 AM. What just ended not fifteen minutes ago reminded me of the joy and agony of being your friend, of why we are the way we are today, of why it hurts as it should.

I haven't felt like this for a long time, so forgive me for being so fragile. The last time you called was over half a year ago when you informed me that one of the guys might be in trouble. We spent fifteen minutes forming an emergency rescue plan. To my relief, we never actually had to put it in motion, but that implies no more calls or any other chance of encountering you.

I wouldn't say I was disappointed. We had agreed to maintain the necessary distance and to keep things as casual as possible. With the pandemic going on, there have been no gatherings or weddings to attend to, thus eliminating the chance of us seeing each other for an entire year. I was busy, you were as well, and we successfully kept our minds off each other.

At least until tonight.

I was about to start my date with wangi hutan cemara when your name appeared on my screen. Naturally, I readied myself for yet another mission you might need me for because that's just the way it is with us: we don't call unless there's something potentially crazy going on with our pals that needs damage control ASAP.

But you didn't come bearing bad news. Your voice was calm and cheerful and there was music in the background. I asked suspiciously if there was anything to be addressed. You picked up my cautious tone and said maybe we need to do this more often so it would feel less like a duty call and more like a joyous occasion.

Been there, done that, I said satirically, and you laughed. Hearing it made me smile, and just like that, the ice broke. We began talking about our—my and your—pet turtles. I told you about this silly video I discovered on YouTube which you searched and watched right away. We laughed at it together through the phone. You told me about the funny things your dad did this past year and I proposed that—lo and behold—it could very well be a preview of your future.

For a moment there everything was light and bright. There were you, me, and Devendra Banhart. The stars, the moon, the tide. Waves and waves of laughter... eventually dying down.

Then you began asking how I was doing.

We've promised never to talk about our relationships, so I answered with some complaints about the stress and irony of my job. I threw the question back at you and we continued this dance of telling a story without truly telling the story. Expertly leaving clues here and there for each other to pick up and seam together.

At one point you asked me if I thought you were okay (which is weird now that I think about it), and I said something felt a little off.

You neither denied nor admitted it. And I let it slide. I was dying to know what could possibly have happened that gave you the need to confirm your well-being with me, but I couldn't let myself fall into the same pit all over again. I can't put myself in between that line again.

You must have sensed my wall building up because then you changed the subject. You started talking about your lifelong dream of living alone in a cabin by a lake. I alerted that that plan needs to be adjusted to current conditions, to which you responded with “yaddah, yaddah.”

You asked about my plan and I—for the umpteenth time—shared with you my fear and fondness of writing. You pointed out that I could be a damn good writer should I stop being chickenshit. You might be right but I hate it when you're right so I sincerely said fuck you.

We argued. Perfect enemies. Two stones crashing against each other, waiting for the final crack. We would've gone on all night had you not uttered that you missed this.

And before we knew it, we were back to the same conversation we had that awful night in that dreaded parking lot six years ago.

We're some old broken records, aren't we? Perhaps we never really grew up. No. We must have grown somehow, but not in the right way... if there is a right way.

Or, perhaps, there is a time portal that opens up every time we talk, sending us back to when everything was undecided. To when you were yours and I was mine and we had the freedom to own parts of each other the way we did.

When I shared that thought with you, you chuckled and said, “so you mean we're a thing out of sci-fi movies... instead of rom-com ones?”

I answered with a teensy laugh. I knew where that conversation would've led us. I knew what road we were heading to.

But that road had been long closed. So I pulled the brake.

This is the way I'm always leaving. —-Devendra Banhart, “This Is The Way”

I told you I gotta go.

I heard you exhaling. “We should do this again sometime.”

I swallowed a yes. Take care.

“Tell that to yourself first,” you replied.

Then there were the bye-byes, followed by complete silence.

I try to find consolation in thinking that this is one-sided. That to you, this was just another friendly phone call, not some long-awaited gasp of air. It pierces more to think that both of us are holding torches in separate darkness. Call me selfish but I want this burden to be mine and mine alone so that I wouldn't have to wonder if you're gonna be okay after everything.

Be that as it may, I think we did one hell of a good job. No promises are broken, friendship is kept safe, and lives are still going on the way they should. This is why we chose this path: we need to have each other without being scared senseless of the thought that it may not work out. We refused to make an irreversible commitment that may destroy years of friendship. We chose to have each other, at the cost of not having each other.

I am not going to defend the logic behind it because admittedly there are none.

It doesn't have to make sense to make sense. —-Ted Mosby

As you said, we'll continue this some other time. Maybe I'd be the one to make the call. And after that you'll be back to whatever it is you're doing and I'll be in front of a screen, writing a thousand words about us—or rather, the absence of us—as a coping mechanism. Words I won't be able to publish anywhere except anonymously because people—mine, yours, ours—are going to freak if they find out.

Maybe they'll find out eventually. Maybe we'll cave and tell them, but it's a headache for another day. For now, it's time I get back to my date... with the broom and the mop.

Until next time.

Take care.

[s2pdoktopus]

This is how they reconcile.

[ibijau]

Oh, here's a fun idea for a prompt! In order to teach Wei Wuxian a lesson in eavesdropping, Nie Huaisang makes it seem like he's sleeping with Lan Xichen. What he didn't take into account was an overprotective Lan Wangi.

That wasn’t the plan, Nie Huaisang thought, looking at the blade directed toward his throat. Not at all, not even one little bit.

The plan, as it happened, had been to teach Wei Wuxian a lesson. A few times already, Wei Wuxian had overheard Nie Huaisang talking to someone, usually Jiang Cheng, and completely misunderstood the situation. He’d been mocking them for days about supposedly planning to escape and kiss somewhere, and then later he’d been convinced that Jiang Cheng somehow had a secret crush on Jin Zixuan. So next time he’d noticed Wei Wuxian had his eavesdropping face on while passing near where Jiang Cheng and him were chatting, Nie Huaisang had thought he’d play a little prank.

It had been pretty easy to use just the right intonation when talking about Lan Xichen’s helpful tutoring, how good he was with his hands, but also how Nie Huaisang so often ached after their sessions together. Jiang Cheng had looked at him a little funny of course, but Wei Wuxian had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. He immediately started teasing Nie Huaisang for that, often within earshot of others.

The plan was that it would reach Lan Qiren’s ears that someone was spreading disgraceful rumours about his eldest nephew, after which he’d naturally punish the culprit. Wei Wuxian would learn a valuable lesson about reaching hasty conclusions without cross checking his sources, and Nie Huaisang could go back to his normal life without being careful about every word he said.

Perfect plan.

Except for the fact that Lan Wangji heard about the rumours long before his uncle did, and appeared to share Wei Wuxian’s lack of critical thinking toward gossip.

“What are your intentions?” Lan Wangji demanded after cornering Nie Huaisang and pressing a very sharp looking sword to his sword.

“My intentions?” Nie Huaisang repeated with a nervous giggle. “About what?”

“Xiongzhang.”

“Ah, I see. Well, Wangji-xiong, listen, the thing is… now, I’m very flattered you’d think I have a chance with your brother. But actually… well, truly, it’s actually Wei Wuxian who…”

That turned out to be the wrong thing to say, because Lan Wangji’s expression instantly turned darker.

“Wei Wuxian as well?” he asked in a low, threatening voice.

“As well? What ‘as well’? There’s no ‘as well’ here!”

“You only toyed with xiongzhang?”

“What? No! It’s Wei Wuxian I was trying to…”

“You toyed with Wei Ying?”

Nie Huaisang, shaking like a leaf, realised two things.

The first was that Lan Wangji was using Wei Wuxian’s personal name, something he never did with anyone, ever.

A very interesting detail to note, if not for his second realisation : Lan Wangji was absolutely going to gut him in just a moment, and he was going to die stupidly like this, and Wei Wuxian would still continue to eavesdrop because really, he wasn’t one for learning lessons anyway.

What a terrible way to die. It was a secondary, no, a tertiary character type of death, when Nie Huaisang had always fully expected to be at leastthe love interest in someone’s life.

It could not end like that.

“Wangji-xiong, you’re misunderstanding completely,” Nie Huaisang claimed. Then, realising that Lan Wangji was probably too angry to listen to the truth, he figured a little lying was probably quite fine. “You see, I was just… I was… I was trying to show Wei Wuxian that there’s no rules in Gusu Lan against liking someone of the same sex!”

Lan Wangji threw him a baffled look, which was an improvement compared to murderous rage.

“Indeed, why would I do that, right?” Nie Huaisang went on. “Well, I… I’ve noticed that you often look at him! And of course I have every reason to think he’s soft on you as well. He speaks about you a lot!”

Too much, really. Nie Huaisang had thought to make it a drinking game, one sip of wine for every time Wei Wuxian talked about Lan Wangji, but he’d given up on the idea after realising he’d probably die of alcohol poisoning within a shichen.

Anyway, hearing this appeared to calm Lan Wangji a bit, who finally lowered his sword, letting Nie Huaisang breathe again without fear of death.

“What about xiongzhang?” he still asked again, but with less anger than before.

“Oh, there’s nothing between your brother and me!” Nie Huaisang quickly defended himself. Too quickly, perhaps. Realising that Lan Wangji might take as much offence at seeing his brother rejected as a romantic prospect as he’d done at the idea of him being romance, Nie Huaisang quickly added: “Not that I would mind if there was. Your brother is a very fine young man. Terribly handsome. Patient and kind and all that. I could only wish I’d be so lucky! But alas, he’ll never see me as anything but a second, vastly inferior to you little brother, I’ve been didi-zoned, and all that stuff. Tragic. Terrible. Anyway, can I go now?”

“We’ll see,” Lan Wangji ominously replied.

“About letting me go?”

“About xiongzhang.”

A nervous laughter tore its way through Nie Huaisang’s throat at that strange statement. Before he could ask for any details, Lan Wangji had turned around and left, doubtlessly intending to check what he’d just learned about Wei Wuxian with the person in question. Nie Huaisang, for his part, figured that this had been a good lesson for himself, and that he should stop trying to teach others anything. He swore to himself he’d never be so foolish again.

At least, not until the next time Wei Wuxian annoyed him, and a new plan needed to be formed.

[pumpkinpaix]

c, d, j, k, n, t ? (hehe i feel like this is a lot)

OH MAN OKAY *cracks knuckles* (or i would if that were a thing i did lol)

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

that’s actually hard! honestly, it’s more often the interpretation of a dynamic that will get me to hardcore nope out of somewhere rather than the ship itself. if you’re convincing enough, you could get me on board with almost anything, I think. on the flip side, it’s also SUPER EASY to turn me off of something with a single interpretation on a ship that I dislike. so you know! :D

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

honestly, see above! usually, I find ships get ruined for me due to fandom interpretations or popular stuff that eventually turn me off, not the base ships themselves.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

god u mean. all of them post 2012 when i arrived to this cursed land? :’D

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

you know what, legit, Parker, from leverage. Long Way Down Job? goddAMN

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

you know what, my last reply was really salty (here) so I’m gonna be a bit more fun about it!

1. wei wuxian being just as oblivious to his own bisexuality in modern aus as he is in canon because blessed that is SO funny

2. lan xichen raising lan sizhui, and how close their relationship is because lan wangji was bedridden for three years. you know lan xichen bore the brunt of his care for that time period and I would like to see it!!!! i would like to see how much they love each other, please and thank you!!! esp because like, I really feel like sizhui takes after lan xichen A LOT. he’s much more similar to lan xichen than lan wangi in personality, imo.

3. ouyang zizhen >:c

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

lan wangji is THE most beloved teacher in the cloud recesses. like, the kids both respect him and adore him. they think he’s so competent and they’re a little bit scared of his discipline (but in that “ah shit if we’re caught we’ll definitely have to do lines and it’ll suck” not in a “i am genuinely afraid” way) AND they think he’s funny. like. they respect him, but they also just LOVE him. they love his classes and they love going on night hunts with him, and they feel safe around him and they love his rabbits!!

like. lan wangji is the fun teacher. it’s like. ooh, sect leader jiang is gonna be there? you know it’s gonna be high drama hell yeah.

I think they love lan xichen too, but it’s much more distant, at least until post-seclusion when lxc is out of fucks to give and the juniors see him interacting with lwj and also other sect leaders and they’re like oh my god..... zewu-jun....... *0*

anyways, i love the twin jades, more at 11

(alphabet fic asks)

[sozotohakai]

I got assaulted with headcanons for @forlorninquiry​ and Allen, so I am sharing them now~

♦ Allen’s eyes always seem to get attracted to sights of fathers with their sons, and yet, he often looks away very soon, feeling something warm mixed with sadness. He knows he feels this, but he doesn’t realize that most often, Lan Wangji might catch sight of an expression of melancholy whenever Allen sees a son with their father.

♦ Allen sometimes slips in language. His soul has instinctively picked up the language spoken around him, and for the most part keep to it. However, as he was already multi-lingual before he lost his memories, it is like muscle memory: he can slip in another language, or use certain things specific to a language (example: he sometimes calls Lan Wangji “Lan Wangi-san” or “Sir Wangji”).

♦ Consider this: Allen meeting the Lan Juniors, and he can pick up how the bond between Lan Sizhui and Lan Wangji is familial, because to his soul, it reminds him both of Mana and Cross.

♦ On a funny note: Allen growing gloomy whenever he hears the word “debt” and not knowing why, except, “I don’t know, but I feel like I want to wail and yet I want to stab someone...”

♦ Mentionning muscle memory earlier, it makes me think that Allen does, indeed, have muscle memory; and of course he has instinctive reactions. This can cause fun or awkward moments (ex: pinning something to the ground without thinking; catching something mid air), but also reveal a lot to both him and Lan Wangji (ex: Allen flinching whenever someone touch him without warning).

♦ Allen picked up that other people tended to call Lan Wangji “Hanguang-Jun” or “Second Master Lan”, but he has chosen to keep using “Lan Wangji”. This is in part because when they met, he first learned to know him as Lan Wangji, but this is also because, in a way, he doesn’t want to put a distance between the two of them. He doesn’t use familiar ways of calling (no “Wangji” and no “Lan Zhan”), he shows respect, but it his a way of refusing to treat Lan Wangji as someone different, “outside”. However, I can see him start to slip as he feels their bond grows, and end up using “Wangji”. If Lan Wangji doesn’t mind (Allen will ask, when that slip happen), he’ll continue to do so.

Note: this is under the assumption Allen can see Lan Wangji doesn’t mind the use of “Lan Wangji” as he would use a more proper way of address if he does perceive uncomfortableness.

♦ From very early on, Allen is protective of Lan Wangji. The first time someone is quite cordial to Lan Wangji, and/or the first time someone makes Lan Wangji uncomfortable (that Allen can perceive), they will discover Allen can be scary in the kindest way. A side-eye, a too-sweet smile, and more than likely, words that are polite, but will hit something (be it an hyprocrisy, create shame, make someone unable to do something or risk being exposed/etc, and so on). He’s not above faking innocence/being naive, and it might be a sign for Lan Wangji that it is something Allen is used to, because it’s near impossible to see that Allen is faking.

♦ On that note: Allen wavers between being honest (including that Lan Wangji seeing him have melancholy moments, some sort of sadness lurking, etc) and having moments he won’t even mean to but instinctively mask his feelings. He can tell the second case is an habit.

♦ When he’ll remember more, Allen will likely feel conflicted in the sense that, if he had met Lan Wangji with his self being whole, Allen wouldn’t have been as open. Allen won’t feel good about “hiding” from Lan Wangji, but he will be afraid (of Lan Wangji knowing more, of exposing himself as he really is).

♣ HCs about Allen came first, but I can’t help thinking about more than the brief mention of meeting the Lan Juniors. Allen learning to know more about Lan Wangji, and the world he lives in. Meeting other people, including people like Jiang Cheng (and gosh, imagine Allen feeling uncomfortable sensing Zidian aura, his soul knows that weapon is dangerous for him, as his soul’s state is such a weird and complex case, even more so when CC and Nea will be back with him). Hearing for the first time about the Yiling Patriarch, realizing at some point there is just something about this person and Lan Wangji.

[lanzhanhoe]

Wangxian week

Day 4: Journey

Falling in love with Lan Wangi was as easy as breathing, but finding out that his feelings weren't as unrequited as he thought..., well, at first it was almost imposible.

Or that's just what Wei Wuxian thinks.

In one way or another, Wei Wuxian had always been interested in Lan Wangji. He was a handsome yet serious young man, just as talented and powerful as him.

An equal. And an interesting one, he dares to say.

So young and beautiful, but always with that air of elegance and indifference, always righteous and boring. Always annoyed by his mere presence, hated his shameless guts. It amused him, made him want to tease Lan Wangji to no end.

And when he gets a reaction from him, a weird yet welcome satisfaction surges inside of him, and a little voice in his head always says:

'Lan Zhan is beautiful, isn't he?'

But he had always been thickheaded, frustratingly dense, so Wei Wuxian never really thought why did he wanted all of Lan Wangji's attention to himself, where that almost need to tease him came from.

Wei Wuxian just thought it was funny, so he kept doing it.

And when he asked, Jiang Cheng always insisted that Lan Wangji hated him, and didn't want to see him at all, but he laughed and brushed it off, of course he would always deny being close to him, Lan Zhan was just shy, right?

Right?

Until the Wen Sect happened.

The easygoing, loud, talkative, smiley Wei Wuxian was gone. He was surrounded by negarive energy, and learned to use it, created new techniques, a new path in the cultivation arts.

It was revolutionary, yet inconceivable. It was dark, corrupted and... wrong. Huh, the hypocrisy.

But what hurt the most, was that Lan Wangji was just the same. He kept insisting him to go to GusuLan with him, telling him that he could not control that kind of energy.

That it was not to punish him.

He expected Wei Wuxian to believe that? Hah! Lan Wangji hated him, his way of doing things, the, oh, so hater of rules Wei Wuxian. He couldn't trust anyone, and even if it's Lan Wangji, he wouldn't trust him.

Lan Wangji already left clear as water how much he despised him.

So he rejected him, and the darkness slowly started to get out of control, and because of it he got more and more alone. People now blamed him for everything bad happening, he was now the evil Yiling Patriarch.

The one who saved the Wen dogs and controlled corpses, shameless, not even with his sword by his side, ruthless and mysterious.

Someone Wei Wuxian eventually began to hate, just as everyone else did. Someone who was eventually killed by his own choices, hated and feared.

Honestly, he was relieved to be finally free.

But then he came back, thanks to Mo Xuanyu's sacrifice, he got another chance to do things right.

And destiny wanted Lan Wangji to be part of life again, and together they travelled, searched for the body parts of Nie Mingjue, with those three little juniors by their side.

Wei Wuxian thought that Lan Wangi now just tolerated him.

It confused him at first how unaffected Lan Wangji was with his teasing, and how sometimes he even teased him back, he even drank alcohol with him! He changed a lot, in Wei Wuxian's opinion.

Inside Wei Wuxian's chest slowly surged the desire to always be by this man's side, to be closer to him, to let him know about himself, to get to know about him.

Lan Wangji became a close friend.

But then he started to feel more carnal desires. Touch his lips, his hands, his long and dark hair, to hug and be hugged. It now mattered to him what was Lan Wangji's opinion about him, to protect his dignity, to never let anyone talk bad about him. It confused him, scared him shitless.

He was falling in love with Lan Zhan.

And he tried to forget about it. He was now Lan Wangji's friend! He treasured that, how dare he ruin it with those silly feelings? That stupid heart of his, always ruined everything.

But then he took advantage of his lovely drunk Lan Zhan. And he could not forgive himself for that.

Trying to get away from him, to not make things awkward and bothersome, he got in trouble with Jin Guangyao. Thanks to that, Lan Xichen told him how it was for Lan Wangji in those long thirteen years, how much pain and sacrifices he made just for him.

Because he was in love with Wei Wuxian too. After all this time.

So when he saw Lan Wangji there, ready to save him, so beautiful and loyal, so precious. He could not believe how lucky he was to have him in his life, and how stupid his fears were.

His feelings were overwhelming. And when Jin Guangyao denied to let him talk to Lan Wangji in private, he couldn't stop himself from shouting it. The need to let Lan Zhan know how he felt, that he would make those thirteen years worth it, to fix all of his misunderstandings, was impossible to suppress.

"Lan Zhan! Lan Wangji! Hanguang-Jun! I, just now, I genuinely wanted to sleep with you!" Wei Wuxian shouted, not caring that this was not really a good moment to say that.

When Lan Wangji sat beside him, Wei Wuxian knew he did not believed him.

So he kept on confessing, saying whatever he could think of, trying to express what he feels in those words.

"I love you, admire you, desire you, can't leave you..., I want to go in night hunts with you forever!"

"..."

"Oh! And to sleep with you everyday. I swear this is not an impulse or because I feel indebted to you. I really like you, just you, I don't want anyone else. You can do whatever you want to me, love me however you want, I'll like it all! As long as you are willing to be-"

Lan Wangji hugged him, and Wei Wuxian was unable to continue talking. Lan Wangji repeated each sentence Wei Wuxian confessed, trembling and so, so beautiful, tightening his grip around his waist, hiding his face against his neck.

Both, in the dark, where hugging each other really tight, feeling the other's warm body and hating that they couldn't hug any tighter.

Wei Wuxian could feel Lan Wangji's heart racing, and, soundlessly, almost as if he imagined it, tears drop down in his shoulder.

'Lan Zhan... I love you so much'

And finally, after all this time, Wei Wuxian found out that Lan Wangji had always loved him. It was hard, yes, his Lan Zhan has never been easy to read.

But he wouldn't change him for nothing, it was really worth it.

He had the rest of his life to learn how to read Lan Zhan, after all.

---

For the @wangxianweek :3

I love how dense wwx is, tbh. lwj loves him so much tho, patiently waiting for him

cute cute cute ♡♡

hope y'all like it. its not edited, sorry haha

[hvzardly]

Hello, sexiness.

Me all wangi now; gonna post somethin before leavin for Keklin's.

Seriously, me not sure what Mama is gonna say tho. Cos.. we never really had serious conversations this often, our family. Huggings and touchy2 pun just started few years back. We werent raised to be familiar with all those emo stuff. Lol. Funny much kan.

Mama doesnt really have a firm persona. She flipflopped between strict and chilled. Tho she sounded chilled and comforting on the phone, me not sure how she gonna react in person tho, about this.

One thing for sure, everyone knows me temper. Huhuu. Not really stubborn, cos.. me not really the "if i want it, i want it" type of kid anyways. But me seldom asked for anything; and rather work on it myself. Maybe thats what they see as le stubbornness.

But yah.. le ego, maybe. Me so hard to say sorry, in real life. Still learning. Huhuu. And me think baby bear has this trait tho. Huhuu again.

Right now, me just wanna make sure that my family understands. Quite tiring tho, to fight just by the two of us in this. Me tried to make Keklin understand le hubby's situation anyways kan, so me hope.. she will understand mine.

Hope hope hope. Pray pray pray.

Haih.

Why cant i just have you both...

[cannibalsurprise]

saturday is just starting i know, but this is all i read this week. (just hannigram)

a not interesting list of fic recs

by wangi.

mostly: fluff, a/b/o (i’m on my period, i read a/b/o on my period, it weirdly helps with the gender dysphoria), romcom style.

picture imperfect by shiphitsthefan [13k]

A/B/O with meet cute Hannigram, i don’t really like omegaverse but something about this caught my eye, maybe Will as a photographer, which was very interesting, maybe Hannibal finally leaving the role of eternal top/alpha/dom in a non-angsty fic (thank you, authors who write bottom Hannibal), really liked it, it’s a light read, soft, fluffy, might even be a comfort little fic. 10/10

dancing with the beast by proser [86k]

intimacy. intimacy is wow. and also, pretend relationships because why the hell not? Hannibal has feelings, which is cool, great, the writing was soothing, charming, IT’S COZY. REAL COZY. i loved it, i love that is a Hannibal pov, there’s so much longing and it’s beautiful, it’s not such a light read but it’s not at all overwhelming, would read again a hundred percent. 10/10

a fucking parent trap scenario by Devereauxs_Disease <3 [26k]

a misunderstanding leaves Hannibal feeling betrayed, and since he has two braincells, he’s somehow convinced by a stranger who looks just like him that switching lives parent trap style is a Great Idea. a Hannibal extended universe fanfic by my favorite hannigram author, it’s as the title says, a parent trap scenario, as always the writing is completely charming, Dev’s Nigel is one of the best, so well written and on character that is really pleasing to read, Nigel and Hannibal are both raging narcissistic assholes, and it’s just so funny and witty and charismatic. 100/10, would read again.

like you like this by acheforhim [35k]

another pretend relationship fic, but this time is also a a/b/o with some “unconventional” a/b/o dynamics, amazing, i loved it. a serial killer is targeting alphas with Hannibal’s profile, Will and Hannibal thinks it would be cool to pose as a fake couple to catch the killer. it’s surprisingly lighthearted and fluffy, i thought it would be more serious and dark but yk how things go. it was a great read, highly entertaining, engaging and beautiful in all it’s pining. Idiots In Love my friends. yeah, loved it. 10/10, would read again.

short little things that warmed my heart.

how to save a life (the cannibal-friendly handbook) by kittendiamore [3k]

a re-read. loved it (again). 10/10

the mongoose under the house by Devereauxs_Disease. [3k]

beautiful in a heartwrenching way. 10/10

prey by Miss_Lv [7k]

gorgeously gothic. plot-twisty. loved it. 10/10

hannigram word count of the week:

around 137k !!!