Nonbinary Sapphic asexual. They/them. Disabled. Agnostic apatheist. Writer. So done with drama, abusers, and fandom purity extremists. TERFs, SWERFs, Nazis, antis, and general bigots will be blocked. 40+ and I embrace my cringe. Been in fandom since the late 90s. I’m certainly not stopping now. Die mad about it. Largely a fandom blog, with occasional discussion of sociopolitical, educational, and queer issues. I do not share fundraisers. Active fandoms: The Untamed/Mo Dao Zu Shi, Miraculous Ladybug, and Slayers.
Previous main fandoms: Yu Yu Hakusho and Pandora Hearts. Open to asks! AO3 | FFN rose-thorne.bsky.social
I had a post on my prior Tumblr, but that’s gone. So let’s recreate it, but make it better.
My first foray into fandom, long ago, was when I was a preteen. I didn’t know it was fandom, but I was a Trekkie and read all the Star Trek: TOS novels, and I decided I was going to try my hand at writing one. That attempt has been lost to the sands of time, as it was written on an old DOS computer with Windows 3.1, but I took it SRSLY. This was the early-mid 90s and I didn’t manage to find fandom at that point on the internet at school when I was a freshman in high school and first introduced to it.
Yeah. I’m old, folks.
When I was a teenager, I was introduced to Japanese anime through the Yu Yu Hakusho Poltergeist Report movie. Dubbed, which is hilarious. But that’s when I discovered fandom, because an irl friend was engaged in it. We obsessed over fics, read Gundam Wing, Sonic, Ronin Warriors, Fushigi Yuugi, and Yu Yu Hakusho fanfics. For a while we curated a website and wrote a self-insertation FY fic together. I’ve gone by Rose Thorne online ever since.
Though the friendship didn’t last, the interest in YYH didn’t fade. I’ve got a bunch of largely juvenile YYH fics out there, as well as some Gundam Wing ones. I ordered VHS fansubs of part of the Yu Yu Hakusho series via the internet from Australia. I still have those: they’re relics!
I met my ex-girlfriend on a YYH discussion forum for an archive website when we were both in high school 20+ years ago, and I’m still friends with her and several other people I met through there. For a while I curated a Yu Yu Hakusho yaoi fanfiction contest entitled Green Grapes and Lemonade, which was an in-joke between myself and her. I can’t figure out how to access that website anymore, sadly. I helped judge one of the Gundam Wing fanfiction contests for a while. I remember the inception of Fanfiction.net. I remember when smut was more than just lemon depending on the flavor of it, though I don’t remember what each one meant. I remember when FFN allowed smut.
Yu Yu Hakusho had a hold on me for over a decade. I met many people through that fandom who have stayed close friends, including my ex-girlfriend and several friends I currently write with. I visited some of them in person when I moved across country and back for graduate school. I even stayed with a couple of them overnight.
Then @chrissysky and I wrote a MST3K fic, Enma’s Torment Theater, involving the YYH characters being forced to read fanfiction (all donated by writers, and including my own) and riffing on it, with a plot surrounding it. And said friend decided we should bring in the Slayers characters.
Now, I had never encountered Slayers, but I quickly consumed everything, including the translated novels. Then I started to write. Chrissy is a Zel/Xel shipper, and holy cow do I love that ship. I met several other people through that fandom, though it was largely dead by that time. The new seasons, Rev and Evo-R, revitalized the community somewhat, and I wound up being a part of a SlayersAdult LJ community and running a Kinkfest with kinky prompts that people could write or draw. At the time I was also participating in the Springkink festival on LJ. I was pretty prolific with writing smut at that point, largely Zel/Xel. Then LJ did one of its purges and it all kind of died.
And I still write it, as I have an epic I’m trying to finish and occasional plot tribbles that like to multiply. @chrissysky and I RPed and collaborated on several fics, and we’re slowly working on turning some of the RP into fic.
One of my Slayers friends got into the Pandora Hearts manga while it was being released in Japan, and dragged me into it as well. I wrote fic and RPed in that fandom for a while, but then some toxic stuff went down and I was soured on it. I left, as did my Slayers friend, and I went back to writing Slayers.
The last few years, I was largely done with fandom, focusing on ‘serious writing’ and publishing a chapbook of poetry and poems in multiple literary journals, and on work. Because I was trying to adult. I’d share some of the links and such to my poetry, but I try not to let my online life overlap with my real life. I’ve had my fair share of online stalkers and threatened doxxers in the 20+ years I’ve been on the internet. Some folks are just creepy.
I still write and publish poetry fairly regularly, and one of my poems made it into an academic textbook recently.
In October, @norakwami, who I met via YYH 18+ years ago, got into Miraculous Ladybug and coaxed me to watch it, and it was all over. I’m back in fandom more fully, writing ML fanfiction and working on Slayers fics I’d set aside. I’m really super into Miraculous Ladybug, but some fandom drama soured it a bit. Working to get back to writing and enjoying it.
After this post, @chrissysky got me into MDZS/The Untamed by insisting I watch the cdrama right as the pandemic happened, and so I’ve been down that rabbit hole ever since with no signs of surfacing.
My health has, since before the pandemic, been complicated because of at least two autoimmune diseases, and combined with a number of factors that soured me on my job, I was pushing through, really, and I determined I couldn’t do it anymore if I wanted to survive late in 2022. So I’m working to get my health under control and living with my mom while I do, unable to work and some days can barely get out of bed.
What’s weird is I miss working with students as a professor, but now am the cool auncle to my cousin’s 4 kids (2-17) so weirdly I’m still up with what the younger generations are up to.
I turned 40, and I’ve been in fandom for at least 25 of those years. I’m never “growing out of it,” fam.
To add to this, it turns out the fatigue and such is long Covid, so now at least I have an answer. But my health isn’t under control yet.
About the only thing I can do is write in small doses, and I’m clinging to that. I’m still deep in mdzs, and I’ve participated for several years in a Winter Solstice gift exchange. I hope to do so again this year. I use Six Sentence Sunday and WIP Wednesday to ensure I keep writing.
Just have to keep going. I want to regain my health.
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From the next chapter of “the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break.”
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“How—how is A-Fang?” Wei Ning asks softly.
Jiang Wanyin’s features relax into a smile, and he talks about the young girl and her brother affectionately. As it turns out, they’re well and recovered from their ordeal, and both are healthy and learning.
“They’ve learned to swim and are helping the new children settle in,” he says, sounding proud.
Since A-Fang’s arrival predates the arrival of Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, Wei Ying takes great pleasure in retelling the story of Jiang Wanyin saving and adopting her.
“The first of many Jiang children, I hope,” Luo Qingyang says, smiling.
And now my sixth prompt fill for @wangxian-action’s gotcha for Gaza, this time for @starry-stan-blog 🤩🎉
Thank you so much for you contribution!! Here is some Lan Wangji sticking up for Wei Wuxian and getting some fluff as a reward 🫶
https://archiveofourown.org/works/83028906
“Hark, The Dastardly Yiling-Patriarch Will Corrupt Us All!”
Lan Wangji catches the GusuLan Sect Elders bad-mouthing his husband... Perhaps some elder abuse is OK, Lan Wangji finds himself thinking every once in a while.
Verbally, of course.
Gen, 2,393 words, fluff with very little angst
“Pah! Why did Zewu-Jun have to be soft-hearted to Hanguang-jun and allow such an uncouth, perverse blight upon the Jianghu to dirty the Lan name? This one petitions that we band together to get that Second Lan-Furen completely scrubbed from this noble sect for once and for all.” An ugly, croaking voice and even uglier words brought Lan Wangji to a pause, his blood chilling as a rare malice sparked in his heart.
He had chosen a scenic path in his walk to the lecture hall Wei Wuxian used for his talismans classes, the chance timing allowing him some insight into the traitorous Elders. How dare they speak such ill words in that purely hypocritical manner of theirs?
Ever since they had tried to maliciously twist the thousands of rules of discipline that guided the sect by prohibiting Wei Wuxian by name, Lan Wangji had grown to detest these inadequate and antiquated voices of ethics.
Lan Wangji hovered at the edge of the open door, the spare room a general meeting area. Whether it was from arrogance or to enjoy the pleasantly warm spring day, Lan Wangji was partially surprised to hear these Elders speak so openly in their detestment of Wei Wuxian.
“Who knows if such a character has earned Hanguang-jun’s love through fair and honest means,” a haughty voice agreed– the voice of a great aunt of his, if he had to guess. Lan Wangji’s lip curled into a snarl, his hands clenching at his sides. His fingers wished to wrap around Bichen, his feet wishing to run so he could grab the discipline board and punish such disloyal sect members.
Low laughter stoked the flames of his anger, and then Lan Wangji could bear it no longer as he briskly entered the open doorway and fumed at the threshold.
Their demeaning words died on their tongues for a moment as they were faced with the cold anger lining Lan Wangji’s face. While they were used to the stoic nature of the Second Jade of the GusuLan Sect, they were also familiar with the cold disapproval that the man usually regarded them with during any of the clan hearings.
Some of them grew stiff-backed and lightly sweat with nerves, as they hadn’t seen such anger since the ill-fated day in which the young man had single-handedly disarmed and injured countless members of their sect. It was eighteen years ago that the illustrious Hanguang-jun attempted to protect the demonic cultivator from retribution. And now, the two of them have been married for close to six years since Wei Wuxian was brought back from the dead.
“Hangua–” The sheepish elder was cut off, his wrinkled features cringing into an even prunier squish of soft, aged skin as the man was subjected to the cold cut of Lan Wangji’s glare.
“Do not disrespect the younger. Do not be haughty and complacent. Do not praise yourself and slander others. Do not take advantage of your position to oppress others. Do not mix public and private interests. Do not make assumptions about others,” Lan Wangji’s voice was a crisp board of reprimand as he looked down his nose at these supposed ‘morally aligned’ pillars of the sect’s hierarchy. Yet, here they were, idly wasting their time gossiping and scheming against Wei Wuxian behind his back!
It was equal parts sickening and gratifying to watch these elderly cultivators will away blushes and fight back uncomfortable flinches and squirms. A haughtier elder who seemed to be the main detractor let out a huff, his brow furrowed while his hands laxly clasped over each other on his staff.
“Be a filial child. Morality is the priority. Do not lose your life goal. Do not associate with evil. Do not fall to evil. Don’t be unreasonable. Honor the aged and wise,” the man retorted, his tone and face unmoved in the face of Lan Wangji’s growing outrage.
Lan Wangji knew exactly who he was dealing with, as this particular elder usually argued the most vehemently over Wei Wuxian’s presence. The man was as surly as a donkey, even worse in temperament than Little Apple, who tended to bray over the smallest inconveniences since Wei Wuxian had brought him to rest in a stable near the rabbit hutches.
“How can the Elders discredit someone who has saved and is teaching our youth? Does our sect not reap benefits from his skills? His dedication in his role as Second Lan Furen while Zhangmen-Shixiong is in isolated cultivation?” Lan Wangji questioned them, his firm disapproval stirring some discomfort as he vehemently defended his husband’s honor.
“Wei Ying has faced his own trials in his past; he deserves respect and care whether he is by my side or going through his daily tasks. Do not hold grudges. Do not speak ill behind one's back. Be mindful of your words. Do not give up on learning. Be strict on yourself, Easy on others,” the man listed even further, his argument long since worn into this useless groove of stubborn refusal.
The man solemnly nodded, the gesture ringing hollow as Lan Wangji noted the arrogant air surrounding this lofty elder. It was all performative, the way he stroked his beard in calm consideration. He looked upon Lan Wangji as though he were that little boy all those decades ago and not a highly esteemed war hero and asset of their sect.
“Hanguang-jun makes notable arguments,” the man allowed, his words a mere formality as slimy and carefully orchestrated as the officials and magistrates who worked in the imperial courts of mortal empires. The counter-argument rested between them, tense as the elder kept his eyes closed in a benevolent manner as he kept his head dipped.
“Wei Wuxian deserves a family who welcomes him, rather than one who abhors him for grudges in his past,” Lan Wangji continued, unable to stop himself as he further made his point. “He is my first and only wife. If A-Ying wishes to live the solitary life, this one can only respect his wife’s wishes,” the cultivator reminded them, making his displeasure with their scheming and meddling matchmaking even clearer.
As there was a point in time, early in their marriage, in which the elders tried to make the argument that Lan Wangji at least make Wei Wuxian a concubine instead of the esteemed First Wife of the Second Master of the GusuLan sect.
Lan Wangji had nearly lost himself to a blind rage when he learned of these petty schemes. Hypocrites, the bunch of them.
“As Hanguang-jun says,” that same elder murmured, his head raising from that dip so their gazes could meet. Silence stretched for a moment as Lan Wangji gave every Elder a stern, disapproving gaze before he turned with the angered flick of his sleeve.
No matter how many times he reprimanded them, they would likely never cease their petty gossiping. However, verbally reprimanding them would bring some humility and shame for the moment. As well as further demonstrating their lack of influence, he rejected them without care. There was a time when their heavy gazes and solemn yet approving voices would have made Lan Wangji inwardly preen with pride for following the rules as adamantly as he did.
However, time and adversity had only helped him grow into someone who questioned following authoritative rules in such a blind manner. There was a difference in following these disciplines out of ethical belief versus following them out of a fear of being ostracized.
Lan Wangji’s jaw was tightly clenched as he walked down the hallway leading to Wei Wuxian’s class, his eyes narrowing in annoyance while his nostrils flared as he caught how high the sun rested in the sky. He had wasted his precious time with his husband by setting those ignorant elders in their place.
Suddenly, as he passed an alcove, a pale hand darted out and tugged him off his stomping and huffy course.
His shoulders tensed for a moment in outrage before his heart settled and his features softened into calm stoicism at the sight of his husband. “Wei Ying,” he softly murmured, the anger residing in his chest calming as he took in the excitable glint that resided within those silver-hued eyes.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian whisper-shouted, his chest rapidly falling as he gulped in air, his cheeks aflush with color as though he had sprinted ahead to catch the man by surprise… Which, Lan Wangji thought, would be like his silly husband to do.
The man lifted and pressed his smiling, plump lips to Lan Wangji’s in a chaste kiss. “You sure told them off, Lan-er-Gege,” Wei Wuxian giggled and teased in a playful voice, but his face glowed with joy as his arms wrapped around the white-clad cultivator in appreciation.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji agreed, pleased with himself while his ears slowly warmed from the affectionate display of approval. “Couldn’t let them bad-mouth A-Ying,” he declared, his brow twitching in a stern furrow while his expression grew vaguely troubled.
“Awww, what would A-Ying do without his A-Zhan?” Wei Wuxian cooed, his fingers reaching up to dance over that face of jade-like beauty, marveling that such lowly digits could touch such peerless features without being scorched or smote by the heavens. With the comfort of years, Lan Wangji easily tilted his head into that questing hand, his cheek firmly resting in the palm before he pressed a kiss to the flesh.
“Mine. A-Zhan never leaves A-Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured, his voice deep and possessive as he looked down at the slightly shorter man through his eyelashes. His arms wrapped around Wei Wuxian’s waist, cuddling him close as he leaned against the wall of the little nook between the classrooms.
Wei Wuxian’s cheeks flushed, and he hid his face in Lan Wangji’s lapels, allowing his delicate limbs to curl and his thin frame to fall into the comfortable space between Lan Wangji’s firm legs. Like this, the two of them could almost be mistaken for a puppy-love-stricken pair of teenagers skipping class to cuddle in these hidden nooks.
With an ear pressed to that firm chest and his hand cupped by Lan Wangji’s on that cheek, Wei Wuxian allowed a sigh to leave him as he relaxed against his husband. Silence languidly stretched between them, unbothered to break it as they were given how futile it was to change the Lan sect Elder’s viewpoint on such a hotly contested topic. Even after all of these years, they remained as stubborn as a herd of donkeys despite the various attempts in which Wei Wuxian had tried to gain their approval.
It was pointless, they had surmised, as it only brought a weary sadness for Wei Wuxian to change himself for naught. Rejection was just as difficult to manage, as he played the perfect wife and erased parts of himself in the early years of their marriage.
“Would never want A-Ying to change himself for anyone,” Lan Wangji had croaked out, upset when he had found Wei Wuxian in a depressed state at the fruitlessness of it all, all those years ago. Now, all that mattered was each other, not the pointless speculation and judgment of elders who would never accept those outside of their strict viewpoints.
Lan Wangji nuzzled closer, dipping his head to rest his cheek on Wei Wuxian’s head. The smell of his hair oils, a sweet summery loquat one he always wore during the warmer seasons, and the deeply thralling scent of Lan Wangji’s sandalwood incense filled his nose. He intertwined their hands together, bringing their clasped hands down to rest over his heart as his other hand comfortably slid down to rub at Wei Wuxian’s hip.
Both of them deeply sighed in this peaceful moment of rest, their breathing and hearts gently synchronized as one, and their eyes closed as they savored the warm press of each other's bodies. The world slowly blurred away until it was just this shadowed, peaceful space where they could melt into each other.
A few moments passed in this fashion before the swish of robes and energetic chattering stirred them from this dreamy haze. Lan Wangji felt a smirk stretch across Wei Wuxian’s face from where those plush lips were pressed to where the mirrored Qishan Wen sun mark rested on his pectoral muscle.
Hands gently unwound from their place, a gentle pout tilting Lan Wangji’s lips into a solemn expression as his lover shifted. “Oh, hush,” Wei Wuxian tutted, his pointer finger rubbing against the corner of Lan Wangji’s lips in a teasing manner as he moved into a position that made it look like he was harassing the illustrious Hanguang-jun.
“I can’t believe Wei-Qianbei allowed us to have a free day! Usually, he is so serious with his teaching,” Lan Jingyi’s voice sounded down the path, the nineteen-year-old disciple chatting away to the visiting Jin Ling and the chuckling Lan Sizhui.
“Makes you wonder what he’s getting up to with Hang– Hey!” The mischievous young man was obviously elbowed by Jin Ling, the Jin cultivator making a loud sound of disgust.
“Do not talk about my uncle’s sex life,” the young man hissed, already in a mood it seemed as they walked closer and closer to the set-up scene. Although the nook was shadowed, anyone would have been able to see the two out of the corner of their eye.
Snickering, Wei Wuxian leaned closer, his right hand pressed to the wall and his chest open so the junior disciples would catch sight of his smirking face. Even with his heeled boots, Wei Wuxian was lifted on his toes so he could cup Lan Wangji’s face, his fingers teasingly curling around that chin.
And as planned, startled and embarrassed yells sounded as the trio passed by the sight of Wei Wuxian seemingly bullying Lan Wangji like a helpless maiden.
“EWWW! GET A ROOM!” Jin Ling cried out, his hands covering his eyes, while Lan Jingyi gave a loud series of wolf whistles, and Lan Sizhui blushingly averted his gaze.
Unruly cackles filled the clearing after Wei Wuxian shamelessly pressed a kiss to his husband’s cheek, those mischievous silver eyes sparkling with glee. The Cloud Recesses could do with some chaos, Lan Wangji thought, his lips softly upturning into a pleased expression as he succumbed to his husband's most wicked and dastardly schemes.
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Wei Wuxian: I love you.
Lan Wangji: How many people have you said that to?
Wei Wuxian: Everyone.
Lan Wangji: What?
Wei Wuxian: I told everyone that I love you.
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Я решила попробовать рисовать все же больше одного арта в месяц, потому что не покидает чувство, что с рисованием только комикса я очень многое теряю в творчестве) и грустно смотреть на альбомы прошлых лет, где было много артов... Сколько я так продержусь - не знаю, но пока сил, вдохновения и идей для картинок много)
Так что сегодня незатейливый, но атмосферный артик по "Неукротимому" - Вэй Усянь на красивом фоне) Изначально я рисовала только сам пейзаж, но по ходу нужно было добавить какую-то фигуру - и выбор пал на китайского заклинателя)
