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cw dubcon exhibitionism a/b/o omega lwj, hostage of the wen sect, is dragged to a banquet and offered up for the use and pleasure of wen ruohan's favourite ally: the yiling patriarch.

dubcon // Incredibly busy day today so ofc all I can think of is sy getting yeeted into original pidw and getting pushed down by bingge. He's a member of the harem and still insisting he's "straight"....bingge is fascinated and can't stop testing him.

cisswap // lesbian lan zhan who fucks and her bestie wwx who is like... vaguely aware of it. if she doesn't think about it too long it doesn't exist. she tells herself it's bc lwj is her best friend so thinking of her having sex is! haha!! awkward!! weird!! anyway

wwx nearly putting sunscreen on his toothbrush bc he’s too invested in talking to his pretty roommate lwj, who effortlessly swaps out the sunscreen for toothpaste with fond and practiced ease, and wwx beams, shoving the toothbrush in his mouth and continuing his story.

considering wangxian misunderstanding of the flavor where lwj thinks he has told wwx he's in love with him and wwx let him down easy and they're still best friends so lwj is Fine. He's Fine

it’s getting colder every day, so have a wangxian meet-funny: wwx wipes out on an icy sidewalk. so do his would-be saviors, lwj and lxc

modern huli jing wei ying who uses his shapeshifting abilities to run a matchmaking service: tell him about you/your crush and he’ll impersonate you to make a move! for a fee, he’ll go on the date for you and if you don’t get a second date, the additional fee will be refunded

WHAT IF new relationship wangxian LWJ gets sex cursed?? What if they've only been together [length of time] and they've had sex, like a lot, but only in terms of...careful investigation of (imaginary) boundaries? Neither of them want to ask too much or push too hard.

His discovery of hanguangjun’s videos is just one of those strange accidents of fate, a quirk of the YouTube algorithms, a case of leaving random videos to play for too long while he dozed—or tried to—desperate for any relief from the sounds of unfamiliar cities filling his ears as he fought jetlag in London, Milan, Sydney, Los Angeles. In his case, he’d spent a lot of time listening to the most random shit imaginable: ten hour loops of the U.S.S. Enterprise, coffee shop chatter, endless fucking rain, weird white noise hums and bleeps. Wei Ying is a model; Lan Zhan posts art-themed ASMR videos on YouTube. They run into one another on a street in New York City.

The man seemed not to notice or care about his own state of dress. He rose languidly and knelt with remarkable composure in front of the circle of drawn swords, gaze lowered. "This humble one greets the Emperor." His voice was equally composed; if he was afraid at all, he hid it well. There was even a flash of a smile as he glanced up at Yibo through the fan of his lashes, as quick and fleeting as the flutter of a butterfly's wing, before he looked down, proper and demure once more, unbound hair settling around him in a dark, gleaming waterfall. An ambitious young conqueror liberates a scheming prize of war from his gilded cage. It's not the brightest idea he's ever had, but no matter - who would dare oppose the Emperor?

Meng Yao was born a girl. He's told exactly two people. Between them, Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue might as well be the whole world.

Having endured what was probably the worst day of his life followed by a night he does not remember, Yuuri wakes up with a hangover of the century and a desperate plea for the world to forget about his existence. Alas, the world has other plans. So does a certain Russian skater.

Wen Qing tells her about the couples’ retreat and Wei Ying laughs like, Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!, like that, four times in a loud row. Wen Qing says, “So that’s like, a rude no?”, and Wei Ying says, “Biiiiiiig no. No thank you. Nooooo thank you.” * Wei Ying reluctantly joins her recently-dumped best friend, Lan Zhan, on a couples' holiday retreat. Snow! Drinks! Truth or dare! There's a s-s-s-single bed! You'll never guess what happens next.

hilarious candles like Mr Rochester scented, Pemberly, War of 1812

Set in modern day London. As a member of the Gusu Institute, Lan Zhan plays his part on keeping the spiritual peace in the metropolis. Wei Ying left the Institute a long time ago, but from time to time they still work together and Lan Zhan mourns the closeness they once had. Lan Zhan calls Wei Ying in on a strange case at the British Museum. Events conspire to shatter the careful barriers they have erected. So much pining. Some case fic. Emotional rollercoaster with a happy ending. Some critique of the museum as an imperialist institution.

They stare at each other, then the man lowers his arms and says, “Are you always this much fun at parties?” Lan Zhan is a little dumbstruck—by the situation, of course. Certainly not because of the smart-mouthed rogue cultivator with his high ponytail, red button-down, black jeans, and combat boots. So instead of a greeting or an introduction, Lan Zhan says, “You cultivate the ghost path.” The man’s gaze doesn’t drop an inch even as his head tilts slightly, considering. “Does that bother you?” It should bother him, it really should. It doesn’t. — Lan Zhan plays Inquiry for the ghosts of Yiling. Wei Ying dances with them.

creator mutuals, drop your ko-fi below if you’ve got one?

Ever wake up surrounded by dead people and no idea where you are? Pretty sure I didn't even drink or get hit by a truck last night, either. [A madhouse Self-Insert!Sasuke story]

Wei Wuxian has been left largely to his own devices on his planet's lighthouse, with only his trusty android friend W3N Qing for help. But a "surprise" site inspector is coming, probably to check if he's been breaking any intergalactic statutes in his work. And so he's preparing for the inspector's arrival. What he's not prepared for is Lan Wangji.

"Have you heard of Wei Wuxian?" someone bellows. It's a teenager with a microphone, the speakers loud and obnoxious above his head. "Come join the Yiling Wei sect and earn the opportunity for her to teach you personally!" He has a stall and everything. There's another teenage boy with him, handing out leaflets. Wei Ying pulls her hair down to cover the sides of her face and walks up. "Hey! Are you interested in demonic cultivation?" asks the kid brightly. He grabs a leaflet off the stall and thrusts it at her. "Uh, I don't really know a lot about it," Wei Ying says, "but you said Wei Wuxian could personally teach me?" - Aka the casefic where someone is impersonating Wei Wuxian and has founded a sect, or possibly a cult, or possibly a multi-level marketing scheme, in her name. Aka the wlw mlm fic.

“Zhan-jie,” Wei Ying whines, and Lan Zhan is appalled to realize that the sound sends a shiver down her spine. She wants to shut Wei Ying’s stupid mouth. She wants to tie Wei Ying’s hands behind her back and tell her exactly what she is and is not allowed to do. She. Hm. “Explain,” Lan Zhan commands her, voice going dark and heavy, and the startled look that Wei Ying gives her sends another zip through each and every one of Lan Zhan’s nerve endings. Hm, Lan Zhan thinks, again. “Well,” Wei Ying mumbles, darting glances at Lan Zhan, “well, the thing is, Baby sort of — it’s not her fault, but she, when she ran away, she sort of. She, uh. Well, she had a passenger.” “A passenger.” “The dinosaur took my nephew,” Wei Ying says, and Lan Zhan lays her forehead against the wheel and ignores the horn as it sounds. - OR: Lan Zhan, sensible museum curator and paleontologist, gets robbed, gets arrested, gets a headache, gets a wife.

“Uh, I...” Wei Ying said. She looked down at the rowing machine’s handles, then back to her gym crush. “How is it supposed to -?” Her gym crush’s lips thinned for a second. Like it was annoying to her to have to explain the shit she’d gone out of her way to say. Or like she saw right through Wei Ying and her extremely obvious effort to keep her talking. “Hold the handles, not the cables,” Wei Ying’s gym crush said. Wei Ying tilted her head, feeling her ponytail sweep across her arched back, and asked, “... show me?”

Sizhui wakes early and stretches, smiling at the rising sun. It's the day of his wedding, and he looks over at Jin Ling, still sleeping, and feels an overwhelming sort of rush of love at knowing that soon, they will be legally wed, three bows and all. With any luck, he will also get to meet his other father. Fathers. Potential fathers. This is a Mamma Mia AU.

In his recent article in Contemporary Theories of Cultivation, Lan (2019) sets out to study the correlation between instrument choice and outcomes in the liberation of spirits. While his main thesis appears sound, his decision to limit the study to the qin, dizi, xiao and pipa undermines his conclusions. This decision falls prey to the fallacy that tradition cannot be questioned. It ignores, too, the fact that many practising cultivators will encounter spirits that will have no exposure to such “expectations.” In a small study comparing the use of a dizi with a theremin—undoubtedly a non-traditional choice—the theremin produced optimal outcomes in liberating spirits where: time since death was less than 6 months; spirit was younger than 25 and older than 17 at time of death; or spirit motivation included aspects of revenge. The conclusions reached in Lan (2019), while providing a foundation for future study, are therefore as yet incomplete. Mo Xuanyu Cultivation Studies, Center for East Asian Studies, Stanford University Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian, and musical cultivation: a love story, told through academic articles, emails, texts, and videos.

There are times when Lan Zhan pictures the version of himself that is human. Fist-sized muscle beating in his chest, the precarious architecture of a skeleton, wet muscle and visceral organs. He sees that Lan Zhan swallowing and setting his jaw, although the real Lan Zhan does not make those motions. The movement of his mouth is only a formality, a quirk of programming to soften the strangeness of his existence, as he says, “You weren’t here.”

How do I fix this so that it never happens, he thought. Killing Meng Yao outright was an option, but a terrible one. Nie Huaisang had dealt enough death and misery the first time around. He’d fed on the vulnerabilities of others to get what he wanted. Even if this was only a cursed dream, he didn’t want to go down that route.

The youth bows to him, noticing the forehead ribbon. He smiles as his back bends. “It’s an honour to meet you, Lan-daozhang. How can this humble one serve you?”

Hermione frowned. “The real question is why the magic of Britain would be failing now, in fact.” “That is not the real question!” Ron said loudly; he’d woken up fully by now, and Harry had too; it was starting to sink in that they’d found the problem. “The real question is, how do we fix it?”

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I have a tiny #omegaLWJseason idea to share. Does everyone here know what transmigration stories are/what transmigration means? I think theyre pretty popular in danmei so.