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不忘 | Don't Forget, by dragongirlG

Wei Wuxian blows out a breath, putting his hair up in a messy ponytail as he recalls his first few days in the modern world. They'd been disastrous even by his standards, but he thinks anyone else would have reacted with just as much terror and confusion. Somehow, over two millennia had passed since Wen Chao threw him into the Burial Mounds, and cultivation had become an ancient myth mentioned only in obscure history books. No one had a golden core anymore, and talismans were sold as good luck charms but held no real power. Spiritual techniques had been replaced by waves and waves of technological innovation.

Wei Wuxian hadn't been able to recognize a single thing around him.

Would You Come Home?, by s6115

“It’s only that usually around his point, my friends would come and visit at Gusu. I miss them greatly. They are very fond of Jin Ling as well, and so I was wondering if perhaps they could come here?”

“Oh, no, are you talking about Jingyi?”

“Both Jingyi and Zizhen are very fond of you,” Sizhui said which wasn’t entirely a lie. “Zizhen called us all best friends.”

“I will climb to where you are” or: the bunny book, by ladyofrosefire, NotAFicWriter

Lan Wangji, who does usually take his lunches alone and thus has no background noise interfering with the clarity of his outrage, says, “Your artist added a second rabbit.”

“I’ve never known you,” Xichen says, “to be affronted by the presence of more rabbits than expected.”

Scrolling back through the archives...

#WarPrizeJiSeason, by PorcupineGirl

Jiang Cheng, of course, is relieved to find out that Yiling Laozu doesn't actually want anything from them except lotus seeds good for planting. He tells the other sect leaders that the Yiling Laozu seems to be a practical sort of guy; they should certainly offer him things out of gratitude, but he probably won't want the kinds of silks and jade the Jin, for example, were thinking of sending him.

The other sect leaders, however, hear something different. The Yiling Laozu wants... to plant seeds? He wants beautiful flowers? Ah, obviously he wants them to send their most beautiful, virtuous virgins and Sect Leader Jiang is just too young and naive to understand!

All of the amazing art and fic I received as gifts during Battleship Exchange 2024! I love them all!!!!!!!!!!!

魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
*希望飞到你的身边 [ART] by xinger88
“如果我能飞去你我就离开自己世界入你的。”

*想象回到你的身边 [ART] by xinger88
“请相信我永远不想离开你。”

*花有重开日 [ART] by xinger88
生命在死后重新开始。

*Catastrophe of Color by starandrea
Wei Ying got his first dragon feather when he was very small: he remembers another boy handing it to him on the street in the dead of winter, when he was cold and hungry and couldn’t believe the happy feelings that came with it.

*The Mountain That Was Not a Mountain by donutsweeper
Yiling was a burgeoning city nestled at the base of a mountain that wasn't there.
And there were many stories about that.


Star Trek: Lower Decks
*星际猫咪 [ART] by xinger88
在行星中我们看到自己。

*Don't Goose Me, Bradward by galaxyofroses
“Can someone remind me what the deal is with this planet again?” Rutherford asks. “Specifically, the geese?”


Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
*Ships of Heaven [ART] by xinger88
天地勇敢地一起去没有人过去的地方。

*Podfic: 'laughing with a mouth of blood' by pilcrowtudinous by itscooltokoorero (pilcrowtudinous)
Pelia coughs again, dramatically, yanking a handkerchief from her pocket and covering her mouth. She goes to speak but coughs again, and this time, Christine sees a giant red stain on the hanky.


Stranger Things
*What Comes Next by plutonianshores
Steve has a migraine. Robin has a proposal.

Just go forward like you mean it, by tawaen

Wei Wuxian knows Nie Huaisang has been here, when every storyteller and musician is repeating vignettes from his courtship with Lan Wangji. He winces to hear a romantic re-telling of rescuing Lan Wangji from the xuanwu cave. Lan Wangji wasn't even conscious! There was nothing romantic about it – they were both far too injured to profess their love and devotion... And who would confess in such a dangerous situation? Completely unrealistic.

The tea to my heart, by blackmorphos

“You will have tea,” the man said in a low deep voice that brooked no argument.

By the time that had filtered into his brain the guy had already walked away and disappeared out the back. Wei Ying looked down. No coffee, but there was a blue patterned teapot with a small matching cup, and a plate with a steam bun on it. Wei Ying blinked stupidly at it for a few moments before deciding it wasn’t worth arguing with the scarily intense man over it and reached for the bun.

My strategy on Monday: do ALL the things! how hard could it be?!?!?!?

RESULTS:
*very hard
*the things did not get done
*this was not a good strategy

My strategy on Tuesday: do the fun things! how much does work really matter anyway?!?!??!?

RESULTS:
*arguably better than Monday
*I did laundry?
*it turns out work is how I make money to do things like 'buy a new microwave,' so it does actually sort of matter? (PS: THE MICROWAVE WAS ON SALE, THOUGH! SO, LIKE, LESS WORK STILL EQUALS MICROWAVE!)

My strategy on Wednesday: well, I stayed up late Tuesday night reading curse of the dragon emperor, by lulu_kitty, so that I could count it for the 'based on a legend' category in the summer reading adventure (a made up legend counts, right? I mean, all legends are basically made up? I guess?), so I don't really have a strategy for the day other than 'staying awake during the day, sleeping at night'

RESULTS (in progress):
*it is currently day and I am currently awake, so: winning

starandrea and I have signed up for the SUMMER READING ADVENTURE at our local library (open to all ages this year!). Since I don't read a lot of books, but do read a lot of fanfic on the internet, I've done minimal research (aka I looked it up one time) to guess that 80,000+ words can reasonably be considered "a book."

Just finished Separate Ways by PepperPrints (and associated sequels). Does the mythosaur count as an "animal that is now extinct"? (Technically, would ANY Star Wars fic count as being "about something ancient," given that they're set "a long time ago"???)

eleven stars, by qigiined

If the squirrel no longer fears Yan, then he must find something that she does fear, and that is this. And this needs to be implemented in the garden immediately, if Yan hopes to protect any more tomatoes.

aka:
(Dooku joined the darkside because he thought it would take him away from a life tied up in red tape and, finding that what was awaiting for him on the other side of the Force was just more goddamn red tape, he moves out to the country to an old cottage and demands that his grandkids come help him set up a pig pen.)