13RW Au Canon Divergence Mdzs Fic Set During The Thirteen Years Of Wwx’s Death Post-first Siege Where

 13RW Au Canon Divergence Mdzs Fic Set During The Thirteen Years Of Wwx’s Death Post-first Siege Where

13RW au canon divergence mdzs fic set during the thirteen years of wwx’s death post-first siege where they basically find out abt the tragic life of wwx (with his consent ofc)

(and the “tapes” were made before the first siege but sent out late bc of the siege and the messengers were delayed)

during the present, lwj and everyone else is haunted by the thirteen fragments of wwx’s soul. they piece it together as the truth is also slowly revealed. lwj constantly gets dreams of this life he could’ve had with wwx if things were different and better.

and that was all wei wuxian ever needed:love.

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Vocabulary

Vocabulary

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1. Felicitous —

well chosen or suited to the circumstances

Example:

1. A felicitous combination of flavors.

2. Her choice of music is felicitous to the theme.

2. Sententious—

moralistic, righteous

Example:

1. A teacher using sententious way of teaching is admirable.

3. Broach—

introduce

Example:

1. I hope to introduce Jenny to them very soon

4. Clemency—

mercy

Example:

1. The killer's wife begged the judge to give her husband clemency so he would be out of prison before she died.

5. Tiresome—

causing one to feel bored/tired

Example:

1. Preparing a wedding is a tiresome but essential job.


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sometimes i’m glad for my loneliness. i’m grateful for the quiet sunsets i’ve spent alone on the boulevard where no one, not even the desperate, approaches me, too lost in thought;i’m glad for the afternoons i’ve spent staring at the water as the tide rolls in, while i try to make some sense of the bone-deep sadness in me;

because i can’t seem to carve out that thorny ache embedded on my chest, and instead i’ve only ever carved out a deep hollow within me, a gnawing nothing shaped around a seedling of everything.

those seaside sunsets help me dive headfirst into that nothingness, until i’m swimming into an ocean of memories, trying to search for the hands that have planted that everything seed.

was it the doctrines of a church that worshipped suffering in the name of god? was it the hands of a father that dragged me into darkness in the name of love? or was it the cries of a mother that yearned for freedom in the face of madness?

was it the stories i read that told of worlds i couldn’t reach? was it the words i heard that told of feats only i could achieve? is it the steps they take that tell of farewells as they leave? or is it the lies they tell that only i could perceive?

i am just a shell who walks with everyone’s feelings within. but if they hadn’t given me feelings in the first place, then what sort of shell am i supposed to be? the conch that roars ocean waves as i put my ear to it? the egg that breaks as life emerges from inside? it couldn’t be either of them; they’re all too vivid with the pleasantries of life in ways i could only dream of ever being.

but if i were too impart my likeness to a shell, i’d say it’ll be the ones that lay scattered on the beach—merely trodded on but occasionally marvelled upon, that which speaks of life long passed and is now a mere fossil of happiness before. a shell that lets itself be pulled by the tide without resistance, too small to home anything else but the fickle grains of sand. it erodes with the water and time but remains the same all throughout, ever-unchanging. it occasionally glistens under the sunlight and catches the attention of those keen enough; but it has found its home in this ocean of sadness— the only home that has truly accepted it, despite the waters dragging it under until it suffocates and breaks.

that’s why i love sitting at the boulevard, watching the sunset fall upon the tides. in the water, i see myself, this shell. it reminds me that when my time has come, the waters of sadness will welcome me home.

and i am never truly alone.


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Not Everyone Gets To Report Or Speak Out. But If You Do Have Space Now, If You’ve Healed Even A Little,

Not everyone gets to report or speak out. But if you do have space now, if you’ve healed even a little, your voice might be the reason someone else realizes they’re not alone.

Peerless Cucumber would have suited Luo Binghe quite well, but since Shen Qingqiu had already taken it, then Luo Binghe might as well be…Heavenly Pillar-Jun? 

Ha ha ha ha, fuck! Luo Heavenly Pillar! Ha ha ha ha, how painfully exhilarating!

Shen Qingqiu had been laughing for a while when he abruptly slapped himself.
The minor demons watched this lofty master first laugh so hard that he fell to the ground, then slap himself in anger. Mystified, they didn’t dare do so much as breathe loudly.

Shen Yuan outside perspective is just. Always so funny

Yeah, I Haven't Had Much Time To Finish This Week's Comic, I Only Have Shitpost The Original Image Hit
Yeah, I Haven't Had Much Time To Finish This Week's Comic, I Only Have Shitpost The Original Image Hit

yeah, I haven't had much time to finish this week's comic, I only have shitpost the original image hit me hard

What Have I Been Doing This Past Year?? Working On My Career?? NO READING ABOUT GAY CHINESE WIZARDS
What Have I Been Doing This Past Year?? Working On My Career?? NO READING ABOUT GAY CHINESE WIZARDS
What Have I Been Doing This Past Year?? Working On My Career?? NO READING ABOUT GAY CHINESE WIZARDS

what have i been doing this past year?? working on my career?? NO READING ABOUT GAY CHINESE WIZARDS

no but really diving headfirst into cultivator fiction is very fun, i have been making many keychains

So like— yall

Wangxian Lucifer AU where Wei Wuxian, instead of a demon, is a demonic cultivator and Lan Wangji is a detective yay

Jiang Yanli is the therapist because I said so. Jiang Cheng is the not-so-angelic-mommas-boy brother. Either MianMian or Wen Qing is Maze why not. Sizhui our bb is Lan Wangji’s beloved son, and Nie Huaisang is the forensics scientist. The other characters are for the author to decide :}


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