Fetch! 

au where wwx and the wen remnants dont die and a-yuan stops calling him xian-gege and starts calling him a-niang because wwx birthed him from his own body and everyone understands its a cute little joke

until a-yuan very seriously calls jiang cheng jiujiu. not shushu. because jiang cheng is his MOTHERS brother

and the stubborn arguments between this grown ass man and a literal child just get louder and more hilarious to watch as the years pass, with sizhui still calling him jiujiu and jiang cheng yelling back SHUSHU every time before he just starts ignoring his nephew every time he says jiujiu

me, pointing to directions for a lab: i can't read this!!! i'm illiterate!!!

my friend: didn't you finish a 500 page book in a day once?

me: my past does not define me.

*me, getting out of my dissociative state to log back on my mdzs bullshit for a hot second:* there really wasn't much of a choice for Nie Huaisang but to send those girls with Jiang Cheng. No matter how upright Lan Xichen was, he didn't trust him enough to play the role of a neutral judge given how close he was to Jin Guangyao. Nie Huaisang couldn't take care of that part without disturbing the wishy-washy persona he carefully crafted for himself in front of the entire world. But Jiang Cheng? Relentless. A dog with a bone. He'd get to the bottom of the matter and dig out all the facts in less than 2 hours, never mind if someone he should be cultivating strong and stable alliances with is at the centre of the storm. Trust the leader of the sect represented by the flower that blooms in the mud to lend his ear to a servant girl and a prostitute.

bonus:

somehow their different cross-media designs give off different vibes/ship dynamics to me, i just thought it'd be fun to draw it out lol

(also i love their mobile designs they're so pretty ;v;)

looking for fics about your favorite character on ao3 be like:

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what the actual fuck

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ooh that sounds- what the fuck

unfinished

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the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

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I join the Discord server

I mute the Discord server

I'm never seen again in the Discord server

So yesterday my grandparents found a big box of old 78s that they’ve had in an attic for years, and wanted me to transfer them to CDs. Most were in pretty great shape, no cracks and few scratches. Lots of 1930s sweet/hot jazz, British big band & swing and a few Decca classical ones. This one had its label peeled/scratched off on the a side, on the reverse was a Parlophone march.

90% sure by playing it it’s unleashed some kind of 70 year old curse.

xie lian: mu qing, are you still undressed? you've been in your room for hours now.

mu qing: *breathless* I just... I just can't find any nice clothing... to wear.

xie lian: what do you mean? your closet has a lot of nice things.

*xie lian opens up the door to the closet*

xie lian: see? shirts, pants, hi fengxin, shoes...

Better late than never

went into a fugue state and had to draw some Jiang Cheng and his cub