#mischief7manager

[theleakypen]

ao3 tag ask meme: jiang cheng + Accidentla Baby Acquisition

My friends have pointed out that this is just canon :P

Ok but actually, I think it would be hilarious to write a fic where at some point during the time skip, Jiang Cheng decides that the reason the Yiling Laozu's soul has not been found is because it is hiding in the person of a particularly troublesome and rambunctious toddler. Even the famed Sandu Shengshou scruples at taking Zidian to a toddler, so cue a comedy of errors as he tries to figure out a way to get WWX out of the baby without harming the baby.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #fic prompts #mischief7manager #puck answers #puck DOESN'T write #lol

[americankimchi]

i don’t go here but sincere congrats on all ur DC blorbos getting killed/the vampification of nightwing, you Deserve This and i’m very happy for you

IT'S SICK AND TWISTED TO WATCH HIM SLAUGHTER ALL MY BLORBOS BUT ALSO VERY FREEING BC HE IS KING OF ALL MY BLORBOS AND I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO STAN 😔😔😔

#ask #mischief7manager #listen.............. sometimes u just wanna watch ur blorbo go apeshit #it's what he deserves after decades of eldest daughter syndrome #and i know they're probably going to have the heroes win because why else would they leave cass alive #BUT I WILL TAKE WHAT I CAN GET #JUST THIS ONCE NIGHTWING GETS THE W

[fytheuntamed]

y’all.....this video had me going through it trying to make all the text look nice💀  my first wangxian video was from lwj’s perspective, so this time around i wanted to make one largely from wwx’s perspective. big shoutout to @stormbreaker and their edit which inspired me to finally go ahead and get started on this video idea! i discovered this song cover back when i was looking up songs by the name of “delicate” for one of the daily prompts of my...spring untamed fest? it fits them so well and i’m happy i decided to edit these two with it! hope you guys like it!! (and i hope youtube doesn’t kill the quality...) if you liked this post, i’ll be tagging you below, and if tumblr won’t let me @ you, i’ll be tagging you in the actual tags~

@lan-trans-ji, @mynadonuts, @yokohamasonebraincell, @only-1-a, @candicewright, @brightismarstonight, @pezlez, @brucetwinksteen, @pawsnread, @hildahuffle, @agendratum, @humanlighthouse, @xiaoxuqiu, @highwarlockkareena, @arecipeforfeels, @k8srapunzel, @batmanaintapeasant, @ladycontention, @technicallyausername, @xxkalleexx, @angrygoomba, @thelotus-thatblooms-inthecoulds, @lizzybgood​, @laughsalot3412​, @anunwanteddreamer​, @wen-qings​, @radkittykat​, @leahuzumakisblog​, @dreamycloudyseas​, @calystarose​, @intoxicatingimmediacy​, @ashenlights​, @dewdrop07​, @harleyquincess​, @thelima

#the untamed #cql #wangxian #wwx #lwj #creatures-of-narrative #corellianflyboy #heartattack-vcr #lysimache #live-long-and-paws-purr #masked-trickster #hippity-hoppity-brigade #ahhhnorealnamesallowed #kazaore #mamajosrefuge #mischief7manager #hyperbunny94 #video #edit*

[theladyragnell]

ficlet prompt! leverage ot3, fake married for the con

Parker has pretended to marry people a lot of times.

Mostly Hardison. It makes sense, usually, with the cons and their ages. So she's been his girlfriend a lot, and his wife a lot. But sometimes there's Eliot, when she needs backup closer, which is fine too, because he makes good midnight snacks when neither of them can sleep while they're sharing an apartment. And one time she was Sophie's wife at a gay wedding they had to infiltrate, and one time she was Nate's trophy wife, which both of them hated and she's planning to never do again.

So now she's Hardison's wife (or she's Eddie Barclay's wife Jenna, but Hardison never keeps up cons when they're alone except as a joke, not like Eliot who always thinks they're being watched or Sophie who thinks it's fun), and he produced a diamond she stole a few years ago set in platinum from one of the places he stashes props he thinks they might need, and it's weird. Because now she kisses Hardison sometimes, and they go on dates, and suddenly she doesn't know how to be married to him anymore.

Sophie is busy with the mark, and Hardison is ordering dinner, so she does the only thing she can think of and shuts herself in the pantry to call Eliot.

“What's up?” he asks as soon as he answers, and a door shuts behind him like he's already on the way in case they're in trouble.

“I'm having an Alice problem,” she says, because that's what it is at heart and he'll know what to do about that.

Sure enough, he heaves a sigh, and a second later, his side of the line gets quieter. “You couldn't call Sophie?”

“She's with Markham.” Parker sits down on the pantry floor. It's dark and cozy and smells a little bit like food because Eliot stocked it for them and he thinks they know way more about cooking than they do. Or he just wants an excuse to cook with all of it when the job is over. With that thought in mind she starts inspecting the shelves, wondering what he's got planned and if it's going to end up on the brewpub menu. “How do I be married to Hardison?”

“You've done it twenty times, Parker. What's the difference now?”

Parker waves a hand. “It's weird! I don't know! We're dating now, I don't know how to be married to him and date him at the same time.”

“You just do what you've done twenty times, and also do whatever you do now.”

“But some of it's the same!”

Eliot sighs again, but he sounds less confused now, at least. Eliot doesn't always understand her, but there are times when he does more than anyone else. “Parker, the Alice problem is always that you don't think your aliases are you, which they are. Some of it's the same. He doing anything you don't want him to do?”

“No.” Hardison never does. There are things he doesn't get about her that Eliot does, but he doesn't ever push.

“Then you're fine.”

“I'm not! I don't like it feeling fake when it's not!” She freezes, wondering how soundproof the pantry is, but Hardison doesn't come knocking, so she's just left wondering what Eliot is going to say.

Eliot doesn't answer right away. He's good at quiet. He's the only one of all of them who is, really. “You and Hardison aren't a con. He knows that. You know that. So you do the con, and you date, and if you do the same things sometimes, it's because sometimes maybe you do things that normal people do.”

Parker wrinkles her nose. “I don't know how to do that, either.”

“Yeah, you do.” Eliot shifts around. He must have found somewhere private and quiet, because she can hear his clothes rustling when he moves. “Is the problem the con, or the dating?”

She wants to say both, but she knows that's unhelpful. “I don't know. I could pretend to marry him when we weren't dating but now I don't like it.”

Eliot doesn't give advice the same way Sophie does. Sophie would probably make sympathetic noises and then she'd blink and she'd be a relationship therapist and she'd say something right that wouldn't fix it but would give her something to do. Half the time, Eliot just groans and tells her she's weird when she asks him about things. If he hasn't already, maybe she's not wrong to worry. “Maybe things have got to change,” he finally says. “You find new ways to pretend to be married.”

“This works. We know how to do this.”

“Apparently you don't.” He clears his throat. “Sophie, when she pretends to flirt with Nate, it's not always the same way she does when it's both of them, right? So you just do that. Maybe talk about it.”

It's not as easy as that, but she doesn't need to say that. Eliot gets it. “I guess,” she says. It's still hard to talk about dates with Hardison without bringing pretzels into it, but it's always the right answer. She's figured out that much, having a team. “Are you still coming over later? Hardison is ordering pizza.”

“All the groceries I ordered for you not good enough?” he asks, but his heart isn't in it. “Yeah, fine, I'll be over later. With some salad.”

“We have Oreos too!” she says, and stands up.

Eliot sighs. “Did I not just say I ordered your groceries?” And then, after a second, “You good now?”

“Probably,” she says. “I'm going to talk to Hardison.”

“You do that,” he says, and hangs up.

Hardison, when she comes out of the pantry, is waiting, looking a little worried but also like he's trying not to be, but he's a really bad liar, at least when he's not on a con. “You good?”

Same question as Eliot, and Parker smiles, because they're both looking out for her, even when she's still figuring out what she needs. “Eliot is coming over for dinner before anybody starts watching us. He says he's bringing the salad.”

“Man thinks I don't know how to take a multivitamin. Which I do, I'll have you know, I don't want scurvy.” He's still watching her carefully, because he probably heard at least some of that. They're thieves. They steal each other's secrets as much as they steal anything else. “I don't have anything to do till the pizza arrives. How about you?”

Her gear is all prepared, and she knows the plan. She doesn't need to do anything right now, and she's getting to know the way Hardison talks around wanting to kiss her or do more. “Nothing to do,” she says, and grins at him till he grins back.

She takes off the fake ring that could maybe be real since he used one of her diamonds and puts it on the table before she kisses him, and sees him notice and decide not to ask yet.

When Eliot shows up most of an hour later, he notices the ring too, but he just nods at her and tells Hardison that maybe he should just eat spinach because it tastes good, multivitamin or no multivitamin.

It's not their place, not their groceries, but right here, this is as real as it gets.

#sometimes i write stories #mischief7manager #answered asks

[tameila]

i am humbly asking you to release the “songs with the best use of the word ‘fuck’” playlist

it’s not a big playlist as i only started casually gathering songs in my notes app a couple months ago but i cannot deny such a humble request so to spotify it has gone!

to introduce it...there are songs that have the f-word in them, and there are songs that are elevated to a new level by the f-word. these are those songs. this playlist is also essentially the song version of that concept of ‘if you could give this media one (1) f-bomb, where would you put it?’ and all these artists saw that challenge and won. they won the f-word.

PLEASE ENJOY

**best listened to on shuffle play

#ask #mischief7manager #music #there is an alt version of this playlist that is just fob's 'save rock and roll' over and over again #and feel free to suggest songs! #now that it's out in the world i might take some time this weekend to brainstorm a couple more worthy songs

[ask-ladyofrosefire]

A fic cover with pink text reading "burst me into bloom, I dare you to" over a picture of a pink lotus among leaves. Bottom text reads "LadyOfRoseFire & Mischief7Manager"

burst me into bloom, i dare you to

Cowritten with @mischief7manager

"Wei Ying reflects, standing in Lan Zhan’s living room, that he should have expected this result the moment the color-coded spreadsheet came out."

Or: Wei Ying is a self-declared brat. Lan Zhan has ideas about how to get him to be good.

E. English. 4,381 words. Complete. 

🌺🌸The authors thrive on comments! 🌸🌺 

Come and join us on the writing discord, Haven!

#pictures #wangxian #the untamed #lan wangji #wei wuixan #mischief7manager

[ladyofrosefire]

⭐ u pick, babe, u Know what i like

see i want to give you angst but the angst i have is like. the biggest knife. big dead dove carving knife. So uhhhh

Xue Yang Problem Hours

“Alright,” Wen Qing sits back. “I can see the iron. I’m going to try to take it out. If this doesn’t work, we will talk about sedation and surgery.”

“Fucking no we won’t.” Xue Yang starts to push himself upright and cringes as the cramping in his guts turns sharp. “Fuck. I’m going to dig up Wen Ruohan's grandfather's skull and fuck it.”

Wen Qing huffs. “Then you’ll have to find someone else to sew your p****s back on.”

So the first draft of this fic, right around here, started trying to go really dark. I didn't want dark! So I tried more dialogue and weird threats, but that didn't work. It took a lot of kicking and a lot of help to get Wen Qing to engage and to engage in a way that was tonally... helpful. So instead we channel her "i am not getting paid enough" energy into some Light snarking...

...Which is how Xue Yang wound up vagely. Uh. Interested. In her. As a concept. In this.

Whoops.

thank you!!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 

#babble #mischief7manager #Xue Yang #the untamed #Wen Qing #thank yoooooooou #text

[criticalrolo]

playlist meme!! “we deserve a soft epilogue, my love”

After the Storm by Mumford & Sons

There will come a time You'll see, with no more tears And love will not break your heart But dismiss your fears

Sick of Losing Soulmates by dodie

'Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates, so where do we begin I can finally see, you're as fucked up as me So how do we win?

Technicolour Beat by Oh Wonder

Jump into the heat, spinning on our feet In a technicolour beat, you and me Caught up in a dream, in a technicolour beat

Like Real People Do by Hozier

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips We should just kiss like real people do

You And I by Ingrid Michaelson

Well you might be a bit confused And you might be a little bit bruised But baby how we spoon like no one else So I will help you read those books If you will soothe my worried looks And we will put the lonesome on the shelf

#playlist #some cute soft songs in here ;__; #mischief7manager

[impossibletruths]

director’s commentary: the whole scene in “time for one more” with lwj and wwx on the phone, but Especially: “Hm? Oh, it’s Lan Zhan. He’s helping with Ayi’s wedding. Say hi to Lan Zhan.” “Hi Lan Zhan,” Yuan echoes dutifully when Wei Wuxian holds the phone out to him, mopping up coffee with a dishtowel. “He says hi,” Wei Wuxian repeats around a yawn. Lan Zhan is quiet for a long moment. “That is your son.” He stumbles over son, the slightest catch in his voice.

He’s making breakfast when his phone goes off, and it takes him a moment to realize it’s someone calling him, not his backup backup alarm.

“Mmrph?” he answers, half asleep, and ends up pouring half his coffee across the kitchen counter. He swears under his breath. It’s too early for this.

“Wei Ying.”

He blinks blearily and checks the time. Nope, definitely too early for this.

“Lan Zhan?”

“I had a question for you about the details you sent me.”

It takes his befuddled brain a moment to place what he’s talking about—the wedding details, the ones he’d sent so late last night it had been well into this morning.

“Aiya, Lan Zhan,” he says, rubbing his eyes and squinting. Clearly he still has no idea what constitutes a reasonable wakeup time. It’s endearing, or it would be if it weren’t half past seven in the morning. “Do you know how early it is?”

“Who’s that?” says Yuan, halfway through breakfast, which today consists of cereal and milk and the periodic reminder to use his napkin and not his shirt to wipe his face. It’s going… pretty well, honestly. Doesn’t look like they’ll need to change clothes before school which is definitely a win.

“Hm? Oh, it’s Lan Zhan. He’s helping with Ayi’s wedding. Say hi to Lan Zhan.”

“Hi Lan Zhan,” Yuan echoes dutifully when Wei Wuxian holds the phone out to him, mopping up coffee with a dishtowel.

“He says hi,” Wei Wuxian repeats around a yawn. Lan Zhan is quiet for a long moment.

“That is your son.” He stumbles over son, the slightest catch in his voice. Wei Wuxian hangs the soaked dish towel over the sink faucet to drip and sits down at the table, resisting the urge to put his head down and close his eyes. They’ll never make it to the preschool on time if he does that.

(we’ve got) time for one more, chapter 3

Look, you know Lan Zhan is having a crisis on the other end of the line and WWX is still 80% asleep and has absolutely no idea. Lan Zhan is going through the five stages of grief. He’s considering parenting courses. He’s having a bit of a lie down just imagining WWX with kids. His road manager shows up and he’s just lying catatonic on the bed. Fanxing-jie thinks it’s hilarious but also she has a four-year-old and Knows What It’s Like.

More broadly, I rewrote the reacquaintance of WWX and LWJ multiple times while revising. He was originally far more present (and banter-y) in the first half of the fic, and I scaled it back trying to walk the line of "we were Something to each other” and “we might still be Something to each other” and “did we miss our chance to be Something to each other.” In the original draft, WWX reached out to him during one of his sleepless nights talking about Yuan’s music lessons and LWJ bought him a [thing tbd], but reading back it was way too familiar for where they were (especially for WWX, who doesn’t go through the act of reaching out about personal things until he asks Jiang Cheng to play at the concert, which is still 50% couched in Work Obligation. Until that point he’s responding to everyone around him, not making choices for himself.)

I also tried this particular conversation as a text message—WWX sent a picture of Yuan—but I didn’t like it as much as the quiet, offhanded intimacy of early morning routine and the things people let slip when they’re not awake enough to collect themselves. It’s that instinct of telling kids to say hi/bye to things, y’know? I’m reminded of the “say bye to the bus” tumblr post. 

There’s also certain fun to be had in the act of hearing things but not seeing them that ties in with the music of it all, and WWX hearing what people say but not internalizing (seeing, metaphorically) it. From LWJ’s end, it’s the sudden shock of a glimpse into WWX’s life, the messy domesticity of it, which (as we learn) is something he doesn’t have and misses in a way that WWX misses the music (they are constantly missing each other, here). (I personally like to draw a line from this particular phone call to the moment when he sees the apartment, the lived-in-ness of it all. He’s heard it; now he is seeing it.)

It’s also just a sweet moment of Lan Zhan being Lan Zhan about wake-up hours contrasted with that feeling of Waiting For The Coffee To Kick In While Trying To Communicate. It’s a feeling I am intimately familiar with and look, write what you know, etc. I myself spilled my hot water all over the counter just the other morning trying to make tea and my first thought was “oh just like Wei Wuxian” because I’m just Like That, apparently.

Also (last thing) — Yuan is the best kid and certified Lan Zhan bait. That’s just canon.

fanfic writer’s director’s cut

#wgtfom #fic writer's director's cut #long post // #maybe? hopefully the read more works #look when I said I could write treatises about the Stuff going on in wgtfom I was Not kidding #thanks mischief #mischief7manager

[curriebelle]

1) I LOVE YOU TOO ;-; UR BEST

2) this tastes nothing at all like a trap :)

#secretly a kpop blog #mischief7manager #Trivia: misschif is in fact the best!! #did u know

[sparxwrites]

mischief7manager replied to your post “ladyofrosefire replied to your post “okay so say…. just say……….....”

*sighs heavily* *resets enormous “it has been [X] days since sparx’s last kinky nonsense” sign back to 0*

frankly i’m astounded you ever manage to get that counter off of zero

#mischief7manager #reply #if u were measuring the inside of my head as a forum for kinky nonsense #that sign would be counting in seconds #thanks for the callout tho i appreciate it -_- #this is not fic #people saying nice things

[toookish]

@mischief7manager replied to your post: ok hello i have started watching leverage because...

ahhhh i’m so excited for you leverage is my very favorite show of all time

:D

#mischief7manager #personal

[idiopathicsmile]

playlist meme: when you are an assassin sent to kill a rival assassin but when you finally catch up to them you discover it was your spouse the whole time and you must decide which holds your loyalty, your duty or your heart

Take Me Out :: Franz Ferdinand

Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt :: We Are Scientists

Brother in Conflict :: Voxtrot

#mischief7manager

[trickfootpike]

song asks! 7 & 17

7. A song that you love from a genre you don’t usually like

monody ft laura brehm by thefatrat! edm is absolutely not my thing (just ask edm dj roommate t lol) but i love everything by thefatrat but esp monody. it just sounds like what electronica pirates/adventurers would have as their soundtrack and i’m into it

17. A song that makes you want to grab your friends jump up and down dancing and screaming the lyrics

everybody talks by neon trees. when i was in my children’s theater class in high school this song would usually come on during bus rides back to school from our touring shows and it just brings up really good memories of 30+ high school theater/tech theater students suddenly screaming and singing our heads off

song asks that get increasingly more specific!

#mischief7manager #answered #ty!! #second ask sent me straight in flashback mode

[theladyragnell]

playlist: that early spring feeling where the air is chilly but the sun is warm on your skin, and for the first time in a long time, you know that things around you are beginning to grow

(You and an anon are thinking along the same lines! I am folding this in with “A playlist for that moment in spring when the flowers are just beginning to poke their heads out above the dark earth?”)

Light of a Clear Blue Morning // Conspirare (arr. Craig Hella Johnson)

All The Stars // The Wailin’ Jennys

Flowers in the Window // Travis

#also i am very jealous of both of you because i cannot even pretend it's early spring yet #very much still winter here #mischief7manager #answered asks

[tameila]

oooh talk to me about the tsar ‘verse “fight club” WIP 👀👀👀

@mischief7manager oh, gladly! 🤩

summary

“Fight Club” is the Grogleth piece of the TSAR ‘verse. It will detail the long 19 year slow burn of Keyleth and Grog’s relationship while also being a closer look into the life and times of Keyleth.

It’ll be from Keyleth’s POV and, though I initially planned to make it one long one-shot, further planning has me thinking that it’ll probably be a 3-chaptered fic.

the parts being...childhood, that awkward liminal space where Grog’s off being a champion fighter and Keyleth’s navigating school / pre-TSAR set up, and then finally their inevitable fall into love during the background of TSAR

snippet (the rough open to the opening scene)

“See — There he is.”

Keyleth lingers at the top of the stairs, flinching at the barely-whispered volume of Pike’s voice. With her breath held tight in her chest, she waits for a beat and then another, but the voices from the living room carry on, undisturbed. Phew. Pike, crouched halfway down the stairwell, looks up towards her with a questioning tilt of her head. She does not whisper again (thankfully) but she does gesture eagerly for Keyleth to join her, and — Well, she did ask to see him.

and for fun, because I’m a bullet point planner, a couple random bullets point that I have written

(bullet point 12) The winter of 2017 is a slow one. Usually, Keyleth spends her winters working at the flower shop, but there was not nearly as much work as there normally is. She has enough in her savings to get through, but when she talks to her father about it, he begins to press the idea of her going back to school again. He could help her while she does. If she goes to school in Emon, she could intern at his offices. For the first time, she truly begins to consider it.

She’s in the later half of her 20s. Her quarter life crisis. She’s built a sustainable business, has a loyal client base out here in Westruun, a pod of happiness with friends, but...Is it enough? She’s been thinking about her mother more recently. She died trying to pursue something great, something that would leave an impact for generations. But -- What is Keyleth doing? Content to be content.

Scene takes place in her apartment during a snowy day in early 2018. Looking out the window. Minding her plants.

(bullet point 4) Years after her disappearance, Keyleth’s mother is presumed dead (Keyleth is 12, Grog is 16). It’s a closed casket funeral and wake. Apparently, they only found parts of her. During the wake, while her father is talking with Wilhand, Keyleth stares down the closed casket with Pike and Grog by her side. Pike holds her hand, a silent but needed source of comfort. Grog is more awkward, shifting from on his feet before finally filling the silence. He says the wrong thing and Keyleth snaps at him for it.

[WIP talk -- come talk to me about my WIPs]

#WIP talk #thanks for asking!! #i've actually just actively started working on this more seriously #so i appreciate the interest! 💖 #mischief7manager