Oh So Ur A Writer?? Prove It. Drop The Last Sentence Of Ur Wip In The Tags

Oh so ur a writer?? Prove it. Drop the last sentence of ur wip in the tags

I did it. 3 new fics, in AUs-new-to-me, posted before the end of July.

"Honorable, Not Cowardly" a Reporter AU fic in which Wei Wuxian returns to the competitive cultivation world, as an announcer with chronic pain. https://archiveofourown.org/works/57799333 "Strange Bedfellows" A story about Jin Zixuan and Wei Wuxian on a night hunt that might just go on forever, A Camping/Wilderness Survival fic. https://archiveofourown.org/works/57799993 "Now Became Tangible" an Urban Fantsy set in and around Vancouver Washington as a love letter to a place I lived as a kid and the strangeness there. Focused on the Junior Quartet and A-Qing as they take cases from a forum board and dig into the mysterious figure of Wei Wuxian. Featuring some magical creatures from canon and a whole bunch of other stuff. https://archiveofourown.org/works/57801565

I like to think about the white robed cultivators introducing their husbands (I know Shen Qingqiu wears green robes, but go with it). Xie Lian would be like, "this is my husband, he's a ghost king who searched for me for over eight hundred years and sacrificed himself three times for me, and all of heaven fears him" and there's Hua Cheng in the background, looking sexy and mysterious, probably sculpting a statue of Xie Lian because he's bored. Shen Qingqiu would then be like, "this is MY husband, he's half heavenly demon and emperor of the demon realm who almost ruled both realms but stopped because he only wanted me" and Luo Binghe is in the background, ominous and yet undeniably handsome as he cooks Shen Qingqiu some of the most delicious looking food ever. Then there's Lan Wangji. "Oh, this is my husband. He's a human cultivator who plays the flute so well that even the dead come back to listen to it" and it cuts to Wei Wuxian, who is clinging to a tree and screaming as a dog tries to bite his robes.

Thing I learned today: I only do soft one-shots. The moment there is any kind of angst or conflict I cannot do a one-shot.

sometimes I think about how red is the first color in the visible light spectrum to be absorbed in ocean water

and how many deep-sea creatures evolved to be red as a stealth adaptation, making them near invisible when there’s little to no light present

and it makes me think. If there’s never any visible light present in these animals’ lifetimes, if no ROV shines a little flashlight in depths that would otherwise not have light, would these animals ever get the opportunity to actually be red? that might be a stupid question.

imagine being a little deep sea creature and having no idea you’re red until something comes along and shines a light on you except you still wouldn’t be able to tell because you’re probably colorblind. anyway. I don’t know where I was going with this post

I signed up for Au roulette 2024 a while ago and almost forgot to post my work before the time was up. Lol posting 3 first chapters today should be fun. We've got chronic pain, disability WWX, WWX and the peacock on a night hunt as teens, and a junior quartet mystery.