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(I only just realized your askbox was also open to trick-or-treaters oops)
Welcome!!! Haha yess, I issued an open invitation for trick-or-treaters several days/weeks before halloween, it was possible to miss it :D Thank you for sending one in and I'm sorry for the late response! I have a very short snippet for you from a qijiu-esque Yue Qingyuan piece.
This one takes place post-canon. Yue Qingyuan is having his fated-person fortune read by Madam Meiyin. There's some confusion in what Yue Qingyuan's fate shows vs. what Yue Qingyuan thinks he knows of Shen Qingqiu's death(s).
âSect Leader Yue,â Madam Meiyin says, purposefully making her voice gentle, âyour beloved has indeed passed away, but they never awoke again.â
Yue Qingyuan freezes.
âPerhaps,â she continues, âyou have never met yourââ
âNo.â
The refusal seems to surprise him as much as her. They stare at each other in silence.
Yue Qingyuan, finally, ducks his head. âNo,â he repeats, softer. âI have met him. It could never be anyone else.â
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The tag on your last post about Victor only smiling when he skated with Yuri made me stare at the laptop screen and take a breather. It hurt so much because it was so true. A good pain but a pain nonetheless. BTW love your blog.
ahhh thank you so much, thatâs so kind of you
I know, right? câ: I realised that very thing when rewatching yoi last month. Iâve never noticed it before and then I paused the episode at that moment and oh god. Weâve seen Victor smile when skating before, yeah, but it always looked strained, for show, the âit will look good on camera and it goes well with the theme of the programâ kind. He does the same when he shows Yuuri what he prepared for him for the Eros routine - itâs not a content smile but a suggestive smirk
aaand then they go and skate to Stammi Vicino together and Victor canât stop smiling and doesnât look away from Yuuri for more than three seconds and
OKAY BUT DO A LITTLE BLURB OR WHATEVER ABOUT CALUM AND THE ROSE IN PARIS IM DYING
those boys are trying to kill me i swearÂ
also romance is NOT my strong suit so I hope itâs what you wanted!
Calum is always a romantic guy, but Paris brings out the worst of it.Â
Usually your brand of romance is more the âbabe I stopped at the gas station so I picked up M&Ms for you because theyâre your favouriteâ type. Calum loves to take time for you, he loves to surprise you, but in small ways that make everyday seem a little special.Â
But in Paris he is dangerous.Â
Itâs your first trip as a couple, but you already know youâre going to remember it forever. This is only partly due to the fact that Paris is wonderful; youâve been outside your hotel for three minutes and Calâs taken approximately twenty pictures of you in that time. Youâre looking out at the Seine when you see the camera flash in your peripherals.Â
Make that twenty-one.
âCal!â
He grins, looking incredibly proud of himself. ââM sorry, you just looked like a Renoir.â Heâs been talking about painters ever since your trip to the Louvre yesterday, where - surprise - he took pictures of you next to all his favourites.Â
This wouldnât be so annoying if you had something to show for your days, too, but Calumâs been determined to stay behind the camera this trip. You canât really blame him, thereâs been an awful lot of photoshoots lately, but youâre in the most beautiful city in the world with the most beautiful boy who is somehow making a face in all the candids you take.Â
âYouâre infuriating.â You say, bringing out your phone to take a picture of him looking at his phone. Itâs not meant to be pretty, itâs meant to be payback, but somehow he looks good there, too. Ugh.Â
Calum looks up and smiles. You make sure to get a picture of that. âTu aimes moi.â He says, in his very best French accent (which is not very good). Heâs been trying to say that a lot in French, and maybe it makes you nervous, a little, because he hasnât been able to say anything about âloveâ in your common tongue. Does he mean- youâve been telling yourself that French doesnât really have a word for âlikeâ, but still.Â
âYour French is garbahge.â You say, instead.
Candids aside, you spend a great day together. Calum holds your hand as you walk along the Seine, stopping at the booksellers and to look at the love locks on the bridges. Paris is- youâve never been before, but Calum has, some. Itâs just as beautiful as he promised you. You did all the touristy things yesterday, so today is just for you to explore together. Paris is all winding streets and wind off the river and hiding in cafes to keep out of the occasional rainfall. Calum gets caught up in it all, buys you a rose in the Latin Quarter and a necklace in Champs-ElisieĂŠ when youâre not looking, and although you protest that he doesnât have to, itâs nice. You wander hand in hand until the sun goes down, until the Eiffel Tower is lit up like a lighthouse for when youâre ready to meander home.Â
Youâre on another bridge over the river when Calum drops your hand. âI wanna take a picture of you like this,â he says, getting his phone out of his pocket, but you shake your head.Â
âNo way, itâs your turn. Get over there,â you say, pressing the rose into his hand and pushing him back towards the railing. The city glitters behind him, but even through the lens of the camera he is all you can look at. On a whim, you start to film as he plays with the rose.Â
The red of the rose makes his lips look even more inviting. âDâyou want it?â He offers, holding it out to you, and when you shake your head he sticks it between his teeth like heâs about to tango. He doesnât seem goofy when he does it, but maybe heâs just tired, you know your feet are starting to ache.Â
You post that video later that night, but you donât include what comes next.Â
Calum holds the rose out to you again, but you donât take it. âNo, câmon, you look so good.â You complain, so he doesnât move from his spot in front of the Tower.Â
âYou can see me fine?â He asks, still model-esque.Â
âI can see you fine. I mean, itâs Paris,â you joke, ââs the city of light.â
Calumâs been giving Blue Steel to the camera, but at that he glances away. âItâs the city of love,â he mumbles, and before you can reply he turns back to you. âIâm in love with you.â
Thatâs the first time he says it. Itâs not the last.Â
âI just- I needed to say it, and if-â Calumâs cut off when you surge forwards to kiss him, so swiftly that he has to hold on to the railing to keep you both from tipping over.Â
âI love you,â you say once you break for air, and the rose falls to the ground as he grabs your hips and pulls you in to kiss again.Â
Calum is always a romantic guy, but maybe Paris brings out the best of it.Â
is adhd and autism similar? I have adhd and some autism symptoms, but I'm sure I'm not autistic
Honestly, I think theyâre actually really similar! I got diagnosed with autism first, but after a while with both my physical diagnosis and the help of the online neurodivergent community, I realised I had a lot of symptoms that didnât quite fit just with autism. I looked into common co-morbid disorders and realised I had almost every common indicator of ADHD, and actually I fit the typical profile of someone with ADHD far better than I fit the typical profile of an autistic person, Iâm really surprised that nobody picked up on it earlier in my life. If youâre finding you have some symptoms that feel more autism-related than ADHD itâs definitely worth looking into, especially because there are so many more symptoms of autism that the ones that are usually talked about. Autism can present in so many different ways, and if you have questions Iâve found that the autistic community on Tumblr are one of the most helpful and friendly groups of people Iâve been involved with. I asked a lot of questions back when I was going through the diagnostic process and I found a lot of great help and resources through people on here.
Iâll direct you first to my friend @strangerdarkerbetter and their amazing masterpost on questioning and self-diagnosis, a really well-organised post detailing a huge amount of resources you might find helpful. Secondly, @askanautistic is one of my favourite blogs for these kinds of topics and they happen to have a lot of posts about the co-morbidity of autism and ADHD that you can probably relate to. Last but by no means least, Amythest of @neurowonderful has a ton of autism-related posts on their blog and videos on their YouTube channel if thatâs something youâd find easier to process.
Itâs also worth saying that no matter what you discover, whether youâre autistic or not, if you know what symptoms you have then I and other autistic people would be more than happy to share ideas and coping mechanisms for those particular symptoms. My datemate actually has ADHD with some additional autistic traits even though theyâre not autistic, itâs not uncommon to have overlapping symptoms if you have one or the other. Understanding the symptoms you have can be really helpful both so that you can cope and for your self-esteem and acceptance, no matter what you decide in the end. I know that I would be more than happy to offer help and advice in future if you have any follow-up questions <3
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I am almost (đ) afraid to ask, but 'almost on time (a promise almost kept)' đ ??
Sometimes 'almost' is enough đ This one is a Yue Qingyuan-focused piece. It's a rough draft that I really hope to make nicer and polish up enough to post!
Fandom context, since we don't have that one in common <3 In the novel (Scum Villain's Self-Saving System), Yue Qingyuan (by the name of Yue Qi) and Shen Jiu used to be street children and they got separated when Shen Jiu was bought as a slave by a young master who was both rich and sadistic. Yue Qi left the town with a promise to Shen Jiu to find a cultivation sect to train and get stronger at, and then come back to get him out of that place. Unfortunately, due to plot happening, he comes back way too late when the master's manor is burnt to the ground (Shen Jiu killed the master and many men serving there, set fire to the manor, and ran away). It's implied that Yue Qi believed Shen Jiu died in that event.
This WIP is inspired by this tumblr post by @happypeachsludgeflower (which imagines that Yue Qi comes back to the manor much earlierâbut that he's still late by mere hours - he comes back almost in time to make true on his promise).
In this snippet, Yue Qi has just run into what's left of the building in hope that he can still save his friend.
cw for death and mention of burnt corpses below the cut
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In front of him, there lies a burnt body, stretched in a way that looks like somebodyâa manâtried to reach for the way out when he could not move any longer.
Yue Qi's heart freezes in his chest and his eyes refuse to look away.
Is itâ?
Xiao Jiu is slender, he thinks immediately, and looks down along the bodyâs shape. It's long. The person must have been tall. It must have been a body of a grown man, tall, taller than Yue Qi himself.
It couldnât be Shen Jiu.
He can breathe again. His chest is flooded with relief and gratitude.
Thank you, he whispers in his heart, tears streaming down his face, tears of relief. Thank you, please, please let him be alive.
He gets up on shaky legs and looks away from the body. Itâs not Xiao Jiu. Xiao Jiu is shorter. Xiao Jiuâs legs are not that long. Xiao Jiuâs head isnât as round. Xiao Jiu's features areâ
(His features could have been burnt off.)
No, he immediately steels his mind and pushes forward.
Yayyy, hi Marron, thank you! I had to double check I didn't send you these parts đ If you have seen them, let me know and I'll DM you some others! Both are from svsss.
"Ghost" is Shen Qingqiu (Jiu)-centric with a focus on qijiu. The concept is: after Shen Yuan transmigrates and wakes up in Shen Qingqiu's body, Shen Qingqiu's soul actually stays behind, unnoticed by anybody. I shared the very first excerpt of that WIP here.
The context for this snippet is this: Shen Qingqiu, in his incorporeal glory, hangs around Yue Qingyuan in the sect leader's quarters. During one such time, an accident happens.
âZhangmen-shixiong should really put more effort into relaxing,â Mu Qingfang scolds in a tone thatâs a mix between that of a healer and a friend. âSleep through the nights. Meditate. Calm your mind before bedtime.â
Yue Qingyuan placates him with a smile.
Shen Qingqiu wants to strangle him like he hasnât in years.
Itâs a startling thought. When they were disciples, Yue Qingyuan chattering away and finding newer and newer conversation topics brought him to white-hot frustration. Only the awareness that his every step was watched stopped Shen Qingqiu from physically shutting him up.
This compliant silence grates at every part of Shen Qingqiuâs incorporeal but very much still-there being.
Just before the first rays of the rising sun, Yue Qingyuan fell into a qi deviation, right at his table, moping over the sect paperwork, with Shen Qingqiu settled nearby in a meditative pose.
Yue Qingyuan fell into a qi deviation, and Shen Qingqiuâs trembling palms passed right through his back.
His touch didnât land. His calls went unanswered. His alarm didnât alert anybody.
Only when the Qiong Ding head disciple arrived with a new letter did anybody realise what was happening. At that moment, that ordinary disciple whose core wasnât all that special had more agency than Shen Qingqiu.
The "Root" WIP also started as a fill for the nihitober challenge. I wrote only a very short piece for it before I moved to the next prompt, but I think the idea has potential. It's Shen Yuan waking up in his replacement mushroom body, deep in the dirt, and it'sâwhat can I say, I compare the moment of him having to dig himself out to birth from the baby's perspective.
cw for mentions of pregnancy below the cut
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Shen Yuan wakes up in stages. The place he's resting in envelops him snuggly. It soothes something deep in him, the very deepest primal need for comfort, for care, for belonging. It feels like being five again, held in his mother's embrace as he dozes off with an ear pressed against her pregnant belly. Meimei has been a bubbly child from the very start.
No, he realises right when he opens his eyes against the warmth. No, it doesn't feel like an embrace. Rather, it feels like what he imagined Meimei felt in their mother's womb: comfortable and warm, peaceful and wriggly, love and mom surrounding her from each and every sideâthe most intimate embrace. Whenever he was sad or scared, he wished to be able to hide in there, too. The world could never reach into that safest place on Earth.
He's in the earth, now.
Hi hi hi, happy halloween! Since we share love for tgcf, I'll share a snippet from an angsty/hurt to eventual comfort(?) hualian/hua cheng-pov fic. I started it for all ships week but the idea got away from me so it's still unfinished đ
The premise: Hua Cheng ends up in the past, back in Xianle era and, this time having his ghost king powers, he wants to ease Xie Lian's suffering whenever possible. In this snippet, he's watching the Shangyuan Heavenly Ceremonial Procession in his full 800+ year old glory, with full knowledge of what's about to happen.
He remembers it all even now, but doesnât look toward the city wall to check if his past self is already there. Itâs too far. What he does instead, is look at the tower his god will descend from any moment now.
There he is.
Xie Lian, dressed in heavy layers of the God-Pleasing Warriorâs robes, a well-crafted mask resting on his face, a sword at the ready, stands at the top of the tower, waiting, observing. The sun paints his silhouette in thick strokes of gold, favoured by the heavens yet still unnoticed by the mortals. He radiates divinity even now, mere seventeen years of age.
When he leaps, Hua Chengâs heart seems to thrum in tune with the shouts of the crowd.
The god has descended. He fights the demon. The demonâs blade shoots out of its hand. The world is about to be saved.
A child falls, and Hua Chengâs heart drops with it.
Time slows down.
For centuries, heâd believed this was the beginning of the Crowned Princeâs fall. A rescued child; a good deed rewarded with the curse of misfortune. For just a moment, his muscles tense up, intent to rush forward and reach his own self before he stains the pristine royal robes.
I wouldnât have met His Highness if not for this.