#yby tag

[snarkspawn]

yea I'm late but I swear I started it on day 4: white

[yunmeng-jiang]

ok I'm on episode 15-16 of WoH and here are my thoughts so far:

Gu Xiang is like if Jiang Cheng's daughter was also Wei Wuxian's protege. She's the worst of Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian put together and I love her.

She and Cao Weining are like Xuanli if Jiang Yanli had turned out the way Yu Ziyuan wanted her to.

Cao Weining!!! He's so endearing!!!!

I'm coming around on Wen Kexing. I totally didn't trust him before but it seems like he actually cares a lot about Zhou Zishu now. I believe they can work things out between them.

Chengling is my baby son and I hope nothing bad ever happens to him. I'm taking him and putting him in a cozy blanket nest and feeding him soup and hot cocoa.

I feel really bad for Gao Xiaolian. Poor girl. I want her to have a happy ending but it's not looking good for her at the moment.

Han Ying is totally gonna die I'm calling it now. He's too good and narratively convenient to live much longer.

Tragicomic Ghost and Liu Qianqiao are such a power duo. Yes queens kill those lame-ass men! I kinda don't like that they both seem to have tragic love stories with random middle-aged men who possibly abandoned them though.

I NEED to see more of Scorpion King. I keep seeing him in the opening (and closing?) credits and I'm fascinated by him but he's only had like 2 seconds of screentime so far and I'm so curious.

Just met Ye Baiyi and I'm not sure what to think about him. I feel like something really big has to happen for Zhou Zishu to change his mind about the life-saving surgery.

Shen Shen is really annoying. I hope bad things happen to him.

[mx-myth]

Saw this douyin on YouTube and all I could think of is that this zeng shunxi (dressed for the legend of rosy clouds I believe?) looks EXACTLY like how I would envision a younger ye baiyi

[borealiszero]

Guess who the hell read a book all night instead of sleeping

This is also a gift for @cremechees and @bespectacledfanmaiden thank you so much for the translations and the arts I love them!!!!!

[ID start: a digital drawing of Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue from Villain's White Lotus Halo. Luo Mingchuan is wearing light blue and white hanfu. His black hair is styled up with a black crown in a high ponytail. Yin Biyue is wearing white hanfu. His hair is white. Both are holding each other's hand, smiling brightly at the screen. The background is light pink decorated with soft pink flowers. // End of ID]

[vyther16]

wip game!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs :)

tagged on main by @aletterinthenameofsanity <3

as usual, sorted by fandom bc i have too many.

Misc

100k drabble prompts (misc fandom, mostly One Piece)

d2 but make it make sense (Disney Descendants)

dfqc accidental mind control (Love Between Fairy & Devil)

kiss of death au (Pirates of the Caribbean)

lang dianxia soft smut (The Wolf/Lang Dianxia)

love handel is surprisingly plot relevant (Phineas & Ferb x Scooby Doo)

nttsmmp4 (Kinnporsche)

A Journey to Love

enemies to married to friends (with a side of yuan lu)

forced politicking siblingship

lin chen is sick of dying men (crossover with Nirvana in Fire)

qz lives (but no one else does)

Dead Boy Detectives

batbxlbr cindy continuation (Payneland Cinderella AU)

betty really likes dolls (The Umbrella Academy crossover)

dbd drabbles

devlin daughter catharsis fic

klaus gets a trans-dimensional snake as a pet (The Umbrella Academy crossover)

Maren post-canon

return fire

schrodinger's cannibalism (not crow rip)

scooby doo and a ghost crew too (Scooby Doo crossover)

sleeping beauty au

tall forest redux

teethface sequel (Niko Meets Teethface au)

two bitchy supernatural autistic detectives (Wednesday (2022) crossover)

Joy of Life/Qing Yu Nian (s1 & s2)

drabble improv game (with @jianghuchild)

Groupwatch Countryside Hospital

jol.qyn drabbles

time travel fixit for the time travel isekai show

yby imprisonment

yet another faking of death in the house

One Piece

elizabeth swann in a straw hat (Pirates of the Caribbean crossover)

Nami & Sanji

regent!sora

sanji & chopper make cookies

strawhats time travel (or is it)

Percy Jackson (and related fandoms ig)

bianca memory loss fic

luke fic ch 3

luke fic pt 2: hoo edition

pjo drabbles

Till the End of the Moon

modern au

puppy dog x his two abused aro spouses

time travel speedrun fixit

ybc & ttj learn to be human

Wednesday (2022)

Little Siblings (thirteen beware (it's the devil himself))

Time Travel (Joy is the Loveliest Number)

weyler batb au from dms

you cannot kill me in a way that matters (yes the mushroom quote)

I did not include every doc in a wip folder for a single fic, so there are a few that have multiple docs under them (strawhat time travel; little siblings; and wednesday time travel).

i'm not tagging 47 people <3

anyway, no pressure tagging: @jianghuchild, @biwenqing, @curiosity-killed, @iamwestiec, @princesswithabraidedcrown, and anyone else who wants to!

[tbgkaru-woh]

#yebaiweek DAY 1: SWEET/FAMILY 

We know little about Ye Baiyi's mountain family, but even less about the rest of his life. What about his blood-related family? Their relationship, their status in society? Could that have any imprint on his personality or the people he chose? (feel free to reblog-reply, reply or answer in tags ♥) (YBY week main post: https://tbgkaru-woh.tumblr.com/post/701466501228724224/ao3 ) (YBY week twitter account: https://twitter.com/YeBaiWeek ) (YBY week AO3 collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/ye_baiyi_week_2022)

[muraenide]

I sold you to a pet store

Sounds pretty accurate 😎 as for the breeding difficulty, probably never found him a mate that could survive past a day in the same cage.

Tagged by: @sweetlybite (thank you~)

Tagging: @kalfov (Sam and Ana!), @taiixuan (Scara), @baijingshen (YBY and WKX), @ubiquitarian (Quanxi and Kishibe), @lunaetis (Misaya and Olympia), @vishapsking, @jinanreona, @oftwilight (ZZS and HY).

[rendnotmyheart]

WIP Titles

Tagged by @shredsandpatches to post titles of your wips and answer questions or post snippets if asked. The first wip is the only one that I'm actively working on, albiet at the pace of a snail. I have significant portions written for the other two and really like the concepts of them, but they're both on an indefinite hiatus ://

"even the ones who love you best," a Jason Todd centric Batman fic

"someone I have always known," a yby/rcq fic I hope to eventually come back to if I ever rewatch Word of Honor

an untitled tdbk au, which I started years ago and never finished, but that I really enjoyed the concept of and might come back to one day

And then tagging as many people has I have wips listed: @sunarntarou @hannigramislife @peanut-butter-and-kelly

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

I posted 3,632 times in 2022

That's 3,632 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (3%)

3,539 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@yanwushi

@elytrians

@brigwife

@pastelcheckereddreams

@shockingheaven

I tagged 2,518 of my posts in 2022

Only 31% of my posts had no tags

#tgcf - 371 posts

#mu qing - 176 posts

#shl - 169 posts

#woh - 167 posts

#fengqing - 160 posts

#feng xin - 149 posts

#xie lian - 114 posts

#hua cheng - 98 posts

#hualian - 86 posts

#zhou zishu - 64 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but we were thinking it would be interesting if yby was originally a half-feral orphan that was found by a retired martial arts sect leader

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

mu qing would LOVE to be romanced proper tho

like he would be embarrassed and he'd put up a bit of a fight and u would have to be persistent yet gentle BUT the moment u win him over and he allows the romance in,,,,,,,,,

HE WANTS IT ALL BABEYYY u give him presents, u give him flowers, u give him compliments and smooches and he just MELTS

melts into a big puddle of MU QING GOO

and blushes and sighs and kicks his lil foot up and does a 'mmmmmm~!!!' sound when u kiss him like in a film. bc he LOVES. BEIN ROMAnCED. don't ask how i know, i just do. ok

28 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#4

more yby doodles bc i am OBSESSED. we got shifu's wife attempting the crime of BATH against xiao baiyi, taishifu consoling xiao baiyi with cuddles and giving him new clothes, and xiao baiyi meeting the bane of his existence the love of his life little baby rong changqing 🥺

ok no more drawing today, im tired now lol

28 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#3

fengqing sketch bc these two have TAKEN OVER MY BRAINNNN ;A;

37 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

#2

BONUS SKETCH OF THE (yester)DAY!!!

i do not watch the sandyman show but i saw pretty pictures of the longcoat goth man and the stubble longhair guy who is exactly my type kissing and wanted in on it

42 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

am exTREMELY Feral over the thought of a post-canon exchange btwn fengqing like:

mu qing: i don't know where we stand with each other now.

feng xin: im standing in the same place i always have. next to you.

109 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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[seabearthirteen]

WIP Tag Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Oooooh a game! Thanks for the tag @orchisailsa and @antique-forvalaka :-D

Secrets (original work)

The Longest Song of Grief (WOH)

81 Tattoos (WOH)

Let Me Help You Dress, Shouling (WOH)

LOL Smiley Face (WOH)

YBY, QJX enters stage right (WOH)

That last one isn't actually fully named yet 😅

Tag some friends to spread the love: @tinbramble @fuzzballsheltiepants @jeni182 @bloodydamnit @mtkay13

[nancywheelxr]

i'm not sure if you prefer more specific prompts but if you have any interest, something canon-era (compliant or divergence) in the realm of "ye baiyi & every- or anyone"? whichever characters you wanna include; a moment or moments where he feels like maybe there is a little more to the rest of his life than duty and death. it's not only warm food he's been starved of for decades. your writing is great, i hope you're having a good day!

hi! thank you sm! i love getting prompts regardless, honestly, the only difference is that more specific ones tend to get done faster if only bc I already have a loose idea where to go with it! anyway, this somehow turned into a fix-it. that being said, I hope you’re having a lovely day too!

*

i.

They’re so painfully young.

A bird chirps in a tree somewhere nearby and around the fire, Qin Huaizhang’s disciple throws the blanket on the Wen brat’s face. What set off his sensibilities this time, Ye Baiyi doesn’t know, it might have been the perceived coddling, it might have simply been the fussing– either way, it’s pointless. Does he not know the brat will simply wait until he’s asleep to cover him? Does he not know their ridiculous dance around each other is nothing but time wasted?

How do the young ever get anything done?

Foolish. Have they ever been that foolish? Changqing, he knows, was a most ridiculous man with even more ridiculous ideas– who’s the bigger idiot, then, the fool or the one who loves him? 

“Ye-qianbei,” the boy appears at his side, wide-eyed like a newborn deer and with legs as shaky as one too, “if you’re cold, we have more blankets.”

The absurdity of the situation– to ask Ye Baiyi if he’s cold! What’s the night chill compared to the snowy grounds of his mountain? To him, is this not warm weather? “Little fool,” he says, shaking his head even as he laughs, “you’d do better worrying about your idiot master and his idiot friend.”

The kid looks across the fire, grimaces. “I don’t dare, I don’t dare! My brothers used to tell me not to get in the way when my parents were arguing!”

What a ridiculous child. Ye Baiyi laughs again. “They’re not arguing, they’re being dumb. Watch this,” he flicks a little rock at them, hitting Qin Huaizhang’s disciple in the forehead and earning an outraged glare from the Wen brat. “Qing Huaizhang’s disciple, your disciple is freezing off while you’re fooling around. Is this how you the two of you are going to raise your child?”

Beside him, the kid makes a startled little noise like a scared little rabbit before launching into a stuttering denial, but it’s too late, Qin Huaizhang’s disciple has already turned to focus on him as if smelling blood. “Chengling, are you cold? Why didn’t you say so?”

“Ah, no, no, I’m really not,” he tries, but he is, he wouldn’t have known to worry about others if he hadn’t been feeling the chill himself. “Ye-qianbei! Ye-qianbei–”

“Ah, ah!” Wen Kexing interrupts, shaking a finger in his direction, “why are you calling him? Come here, have this blanket since your Shifu is being stubborn.”

The boy goes obediently, shuffling around and nearly tripping on the log, and allows the Wen brat to wrap the blanket around his shoulders. Predictably, once he’s tucked in, the kid beams, pulling it tightly around himself. 

“Chengling, if you’re cold, you have to tell us,” says Qin Huaizhang’s disciple as if that’s a scolding, as if he’s not fussing over the child himself, stoking the fire and throwing in more kindling. 

A silly child with even sillier parents. Ye Baiyi snorts, shaking his head, and for a fleeting moment, he imagines walking this path alone– searching for the truth on his own, a silent forest stretching all the way to Longyuan Cabinet, only his footsteps left behind to prove he was even there at all– whatever. Picking up Qin Huaizhang’s dumb disciple and his dumb companions might not have been his worst decision so far. 

Maybe he could have found the place already if he were on his own, but at the very least they’re entertaining. Ridiculous, he thinks fondly, shaking his head at the blanket the kid has left folded at his feet.

*

ii.

What a mess.

Rong Xuan, you little brat, he thinks. How long has it been since the boy had first toddled up to him, little hands grabbing fistfuls of his robes? Too many, an eternity, and now nearly all of the boy’s friends are dead, all but one, and Ye Baiyi has to pay his respects to this freshly dug grave in his place. 

What a mess.

If you were in trouble, why didn’t you come back? Questions, questions, it’s too easy to ask them now. Why didn’t you ask for help? Why didn’t you send for us? Why did you think it would accomplish, running away? Stupid child, did you think we would turn you away? 

No, there’s no use asking them now, no point in dwelling in the past. What is there to change, after it already happened? Life is a very long road and the past is a land too distant to travel back to; Ye Baiyi would rather focus on the now.

Avenging their child had not been part of the promise he made to Changqing, but Ye Baiyi found the truth of this matter as he told him he would and the truth of it is that someone poisoned his disciple, his child. This cannot go unpunished, so for a while longer, he’ll live.

Further still, a little ways down, is Wen Kexing, whose parents died for Rong Xuan’s mistakes. A child growing up in a harsh world on his own. This debt, he’ll repay too.

For all that he gives his promises away like currency, Ye Baiyi is not sure how he feels about the piling of them– they stretch his finally numbered days, always pushing the deadline further. After the Heroes Conference, he’ll be done with the Ghost Valley. After he finds Rong Xuan’s murderer, he’ll be done with this mess. After he repays Wen Kexing, he will be at peace. 

And then–

Well. And then wine. Warm food. That was the plan, was it not? Heavens, he’s beginning to sound like Qin Huaizhang’s silly disciple, isn’t he? This won’t do. Changqing, even you would laugh at them. Tell me, then, if you were here, what would you do? Ah, something nonsensical, most likely, like go watch the plum trees bloom.

Ye Baiyi shakes his head, laughs. Changqing ah, won’t you tell me what to do? Maybe this time I’ll listen to you.

*

iii.

What kind of nonsense is this?

In all fairness, as much as his opinion of Wen Kexing has been as changing as the seasons, his uncanny ability to be an annoying nuisance has never flickered. He was annoying when he was staring down Ye Baiyi’s sword and he was annoying when he kneeled on the forest bed in apology and plea. 

Surely, it’s no surprise that he is annoying now, allegedly dead.

And yet, Ye Baiyi had not anticipated this level of stupidity from him: the brat did not tell Qin Huaizhang’s disciple of his plan.

Children, honestly. 

Now, the hem of his robes is wet and a few feet away, Qin Huaizhang’s disciple is wasting perfectly good wine in an unnecessarily dramatic manner. “Whatever stupid thing you’re planning,” Ye Baiyi says, eyeing the broken jar by the rocks, the dullness around the brat, “don’t.”

Zhou Zishu whirls on him with all the grace of a dying wet cat as if he’s in any condition to be fighting anyone, as if his hands weren’t shaking and his steps didn’t falter. The sword, once elegant and proud, wavers. Stupid boy. “Ye Baiyi, you–”

“Have you lost your manners down that jar? Or just your common sense? Put that away before I knock it off your hand myself,” he sighs, shaking his head. He should have stayed in his rooms, like planned, until the Heroes Conference; none of this has anything to do with him, his role in this play is mostly over, he just has to wait it out the intermission. And yet. “What kind of nonsense were you thinking? That fool, Wen Kexing, ran around for days like a headless chicken trying to save you and for what? You to throw it away?”

“What’s the point?” Qin Huaizhang’s disciple laughs, cold as the mountains, “what’s the point if he’s not here? Tell me, qianbei, why should I care to live if my soulmate is gone?”

His sword is dragging up the mud and Ye Baiyi wants to call him disrespectful for it, but the sight of it alone dredges up a well of grief that drowns the words in his throat. Why, indeed. This terrible emptiness, Ye Baiyi knows well– the hollow silence that comes where once a familiar voice called your name, the cold where once there was warmth, a hand never reaching back. Snow, all through summer and spring.

“Because that dumb disciple of yours will not last a day on his own,” he tells him, watching the water run towards the cliff’s edge, “because Qin Huaizhang has only you to pass on his legacy. Because that ridiculous hairpin on your head.”

“That’s not fair,” Qin Huaizhang’s disciple says, sounding exactly like he had been about to do something incredibly stupid earlier that would render this entire charade pointless from the start.

Truth be told, few things are, least of all, fate. Ah, but Ye Baiyi had unchanging decades to come to terms with that, perhaps he should spare the boy the heartache, unfounded as it is. “It’s not, but enough is enough. What are you crying for? Did you think it’s that easy to get rid of that pest? He should be ashamed if a little tumble is all it took.”

“Qianbei… you mean?”

Ye Baiyi heaves a pointedly tired sigh. “Yes, yes, the brat is alive. Probably holed up somewhere in that blasted valley of his.”

Qin Huaizhang’s disciple is as wide-eyed as his baby-deer disciple and if he actually starts crying, Ye Baiyi will drag Wen Kexing out of hiding kicking and screaming just to push him down the cliff again for making him witness this. He’s too old, he has little patience for the dramatics of the young, and he’s supposed to be drinking the best wine from the Yueyang area. 

So before he’s pulled even further into their nonsense, Ye Baiyi turns away, back to town and his quarters where he can drink and meditate in peace and really, Qin-xiaozi, your disciple is even sillier than you. 

At his back, he hears Zhou Zishu call, but his voice is lost to the waterfalls and Ye Baiyi makes no real effort to catch the words. What’s there to say? Pah, he’s already done more than his share on this, at no point did he promise to intervene on their pointless little dance. Once this is all over, that brat has better pay for all the wine in the land. And make those dumplings, too, for good measure.

*

iv.

Nobody told him whose wedding this is.

Considering they are in this thrice-damned place, he’s assuming it’s one of the ghosts, but Ye Baiyi figures the brat would be more annoying if it was his and Qin Huaizhang’s disciple’s. Then again, his own presence here is unfathomable, as is the insistence with which the little idiot had asked him to come. What on earth has Qin Huaizhang’s disciple told that child? Give someone an inch and they’ll take a mile, truly– now that boy is running around thinking Ye Baiyi cares about these lunatics.

“Who let him in!” Wen Kexing is screeching from somewhere, and Ye Baiyi mourns his peace as the brat approaches with his purple shadow trailing after. Had she been there this entire time? He squints. No, he would have noticed it, she’s very loud. “Old toad monster! Why are you still here? Who allowed you past the gates?”

“Who are you to tell me where to go?” He scoffs, flicking his sleeves as he crosses his arms. Nearby, a ghost hastily scurries away. “And it was your dumb disciple who begged me to be here. For what? Will there even be a banquet? And you call that decorations? That lantern is so crooked, it’s offensive!”

The purple child bristles. “Ah! And who does that silly boy think he is, inviting people to my wedding! Old man, you! Of course there’s gonna be food! Master and Luo-yi have been–”

“A-Xiang!” The brat cuts her off, closed fan tapping her forehead, as if everyone and their grandmothers don’t already know he’s been running around making preparations. What face is there to save, shameless as he is? If Ye Baiyi was a lesser man, he might have rolled his eyes. “Stop running your mouth, what is your husband going to say? And you! What crooked lantern? You’re going blind in your age!”

Still, even as he speaks, a pointed glare sends the ghosts scattering like mice, rushing to check on the decorations. Ridiculous. “No wonder the girl has no manners. What, you only know how to be polite when asking for something?”

Wen Kexing grumbles. “This one apologizes, qianbei.”

Well, that’s certainly worse. Unsettling. If even Wen Kexing starts being deferential, then what has the world come to? No, Ye Baiyi finds he’d prefer the brashness. Stupid child, what’s the point in changing his tune now? Pah. “Girl,” he says to that purple wisp of a thing, “your master is a pest. Where’s the wine?”

Baffling enough, the girl laughs, tugging at her master’s sleeves. “Master, master, Zishu-ge was right! You did make a friend!”

“What nonsense is this! Don’t you know when A-Xu is teasing? Friends! As if–”

“What rubbish have you been filling these children’s heads with?” He shakes a threatening finger in their direction. Not that it matters, considering the girl has already stepped back, giggling as she sidesteps Wen Kexing’s fan. 

Leaving them to their childishness, Ye Baiyi slips out of the crowd, picking a jar of wine as he goes. The alcohol is good, burning down his throat, and he hadn’t thought he’d step foot in the Ghost Valley, not like this. Something in him will always recoil at this place, always lay the blame at the valley’s mouth, a yawning jaw that’s swallowed whole the people most precious to him with no mercy. 

And yet, Changqing ah, you bastard, look at it. They’re holding a damned wedding, and here Ye Baiyi is, drinking their wine. Are you happy now? Did you become a bodhisattva yet? Fate makes fools of them all, there’s no way around it. He pours the wine over the rocks, lets it spill and run like blood. Xuan’er, did I not tell you not to climb so high? That shifu wouldn’t always be there to catch you if you slip on the ice? Ye Baiyi laughs at the memory– always clear in his mind, suspended in time, unfading, even if his sight blurs with tears– that boy, always scaring them half to death, climbing up the frozen mountainside as a child, then crying in fright once he looked down. 

“Look at the mess you’ve both left me,” he says out loud, downing the rest of the wine, and the silence is never quite as loud as in the hollow space where another would speak. For so long, Ye Baiyi knew to leave room for Changqing’s teasing, for their child’s incessant questions, even Rong-furen’s tired voice. Then, nothing. “What do you have to say for yourself, hm? Typical. I’ll drink for all of us this time, then, how about it? Changqing, I’m keeping my promises, so you’d better keep yours or I’ll–” 

The jar breaks where it falls from his fingers and he shakes his head as if dispelling the murky thoughts from his head. Perhaps, coming here was a mistake. The ashes have already been sent back to Changming, so what business does he have in this place? To see it closed with his own eyes? Besides, a wedding or two, a handful of people, are not worth the bloodshed creating the valley has brought, no matter what Changqing might say. 

Is this a comforting story to be told later, if– by the bridge, in case– 

His thoughts grind to a halt, veering off suddenly into attention to his surroundings. Someone is coming. Indeed, from his place near the entrance, Ye Baiyi can see in the distance a mob climbing up the path, silent as thieves in the night, with only a blue streak of disciples in plain sight at the front.

So much for avoiding bloodshed. Did they even wait for the dust to settle after the monks left town? And what kind of harebrained scheme is this? Has this generation been born with no brains? Such a reckless, petty move! No honor, agreeing to something and then plunging the knife behind their backs. 

There is little time to curse their dishonesty, though, with their numbers fast approaching, so Ye Baiyi swipes a last look at the desolate landscape and slips back inside to sound the alarms. After all, heaven knows that little purple girl will be terribly loud if she doesn’t get her wedding, and Ye Baiyi is not looking forward to remembering what headaches feel like. Honestly, if these people would stop nearly dying for five fucking minutes–

*

v.

Today, the mirror showed a new patch of white hair, faint lines at the corner of his eyes. 

Time, it seems, is catching up to him.

It’s exhilarating.

The plum trees have already lost their blossoms, winter gone as swiftly as it came, the cold melting to the lingering warmth of spring. Today, he walks past blooming azaleas, purple and red radiant against the blue backdrop of the sky.

It brings him to little Qin Huaizhang standing beside Rong Xuan, trying so very hard to impress his friend’s seniors with all the desperation of youth. The poetry he had waxed about his sect’s gardens– Four Seasons Manor, blooming all year round! Ye Baiyi had found him so silly, blabbering while Rong Xuan beamed, so quick to pick the fights Rong Xuan dropped. 

At the time, had he not thought history was repeating itself, if kinder? The Baiyi sword, gifted with the promise to keep his dumb disciple out of trouble? He still remembers Changqing’s face, the hypocrite. So exchanging swords for cursed books is fine, but anything else and you draw the line? At least promises were as reliable as the person making them. 

Now, he has to admit, the silly boy had not been wrong– Four Seasons Manor stands in more color than Ye Baiyi had thought possible. If he’ll have time to witness all its blooms, he doesn’t know, but this spring, he’s here, and isn’t that enough?

At the gates, the young disciple lets him in without a word, bowing respectfully like his seniors have never done. Good. At the very least, those two good-for-nothing brats had the decency to forewarn their juniors of his arrival. How long has it been since Qin Huaizhang’s disciple woke up from the procedure? Aiyah, Ye Baiyi can’t remember, he had been traveling south at the time. 

Well, it’s long enough to be past the need for coddling, that’s for sure. “Qin Huaizhang’s disciple, what kind of Sect Leader are you that you won’t come greet your esteemed guest?”

“Not really a Sect Leader,” comes the voice from his left as Zhou Zishu rounds into view, his silly disciple trailing faithfully after him. He looks better now, death no longer draped over his shoulders like a shroud, smiling like he found peace somewhere in the months since that disastrous wedding. “Qianbei, this one is honored to welcome you to our house. You’ve come at a good time, A-Xiang is visiting with her husband too.”

“Who’s an esteemed guest here? All I’m hearing is a bunch of freeloaders!” says Wen Kexing from somewhere inside the building, just as loud and brash as always, and following his words, the thundering footsteps of children. 

Ye Baiyi snorts, shakes his head. Changqing ah, wait a little while longer, will you? I’m on my way, but I have some places to visit first. Meet me by the bridge, I’ll tell you all about it in a bit.

[headphonemouse]

Another screenshot redraw and something that I noticed happens a lot. Poor Wen Kexing, he tries so hard to take care of Zhou Zishu

[maikhiwi00]

"How do we “meet again”? I've been following you."

[stolligaseptember]

LOVE that episode 27 starts with two (2) middle aged men who are at their absolute physical prime getting their asses so thoroughly kicked by one (1) senior citizen that they have to stumble their way back home leaning on each other for support

[vyther16]

wip game! tagged by both @agentearthling & @nix-nihili on main.

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

as usual, sorted by fandom

Misc

100k drabble prompts (misc fandom)

kiss of death au (PotC)

lang dianxia soft smut (Lang Dianxia/The Wolf)

love handel is surprisingly plot relevant (Dwampyverse x Scooby Doo xover)

nttsmmp4 (Kinnporsche)

Untitled Document (LBFaD)

AJTL

enemies to married to friends (with a side of yuan lu)

forced politicking siblingship

lin chen is sick of dying men (NiF xover)

qz lives (but no one else does)

Dead Boy Detectives

betty really likes dolls (TUA xover)

klaus gets a transdimensional snake as a pet (TUA xover)

batbxlbt cindy continuation

clue (1985) is not a haunted movie, edwin

dbd drabbles

devlin daughter catharsis fic

director's commentary of niko meets teethface continuity

scooby doo and a ghost crew too (scooby doo xover)

teethface sequel

untitled document

JoL/QYN

drabble improv game (with @jianghuchild)

Groupwatch Countryside Hospital

jol/qyn drabbles

time travel fixit for the time travel show

yby imprisonment

yet another faking of death in the house

One Piece

strawhat time travel (or is it)

elizabeth swann in a straw hat (potc xover)

Nami & Sanji

regent!sora

sanji & chopper make cookies

PJO

bianca memory loss fic

luke fic ch 3

luke fic pt 2: hoo edition

pjo drabbles

Self-Indulgent Author's Commentary

TtEotM

modern au

puppy dog x his two traumatized aro spouses

time travel speedrun fixit

ybc & ttj learn to be human

Wednesday (2022)

Little Siblings (thirteen beware)

Time Travel (Joy is the Loveliest Number)

Ah Beng/Judith (with @jianghuchild)

wayler batb au from dms

you cannot kill me in a way that matters (yes the mushroom quote)

not tagging 45 ppl jfc. i didn't even include original works, which would bring it up even higher.

honestly, not gonna tag anyone; if you wanna do it, go for it, but it's too late for me to remember anyone's urls

[tbgkaru-woh]

#yebaiweek DAY 4: SALTY / WHITE

Do you think Ye Baiyi always bore this name, or got it in any way? Alternatively, any headcanons regarding the Baiyi sword? Why did Ye Baiyi give it to Qin Huaizhang if Rong Changqing was the one who made it for him? (feel free to reblog-reply, reply or answer in tags ♥)

  (YBY week main post: https://tbgkaru-woh.tumblr.com/post/701466501228724224/ao3 ) (YBY week twitter account: https://twitter.com/YeBaiWeek ) (YBY week AO3 collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/ye_baiyi_week_2022)