#short narrative

[kissedbyghosts]

In Silent Depths

The way was steep, descending in tight shafts through sedimentary layers into the pulse-haunted quietude of dark spaces below. I hammered my anchors and tested the protection before rappelling deeper. As the rope spiraled away like a thin snake into the aphotic throat of silence, I lowered myself down. My lantern glowed amber, creating a thin blister of light around me that swayed with each movement. Precariously, I dropped further into the depths. I was squeezed through a maze of tunnels, down broad fissures, and out of claustrophobic cracks into wet chambers. Limestone, gypsum, and dolomite took strange liquous forms, carved as they were by the slow flow of water over time. Occasionally, when I raised my lantern, strange fossils and ancient relics would cast worrisome shadows amid the looming stalactites and stalagmites. As my footfalls echoed into the shadowed stillness the warm glow of my little lantern was my dearest companion. In a place that dark and isolated, time passes differently. Without the Sun and Moon to pull one through their days, time vanishes into a permanent Night in which the only stars are phosphene flashes in the optic nerve, the false lights of the so-called “Prisoner’s Cinema”. But I was no captive here. I had come in search of something. Something lost. Something precious. After several cycles of resting and moving (what day was it?) I reached at last a vast chamber hollowed out long ago by heat and pressure into a natural cathedral. My lantern sent waves of light shimmering through a sea of dancing refraction. I shivered in the vaulted womb and listened to the sound of my breath. Eventually, I found it: a low mound of dirt on a bald island in the center of the prismatic chamber.

Though tired and sore, my heart fluttered in anticipation. I set down my pack, adjusted my lantern, and set to work with my shovel. How long I labored there in that crystalline abyss I cannot say. My face dripped sweat and strained muscles weakened as exhaustion set in. On I went, giving myself fully to the task, until at last I uncovered a feminine form beneath the moist soil of that secret place. I was struck with a sudden fear, and for a moment, I was frozen. I could hear the subtle sound of slow moving-water as I set to using my hands to clear away the dirt. It was then that I saw her face. How long had she lain there? Gingerly, I wiped the mud from her eyes, my hands gently clearing the muck from her cheeks and brow. When she opened her eyes I saw myself in them, and taking her into my arms, we wept. When at last she would emerge into sunlight, it would be without me. My body slid neatly into the impression. As I lay motionless in the mucky indentation, I closed my eyes. “I love you,” I said. “I know,” she spoke softly. I smiled as I felt each shovelful of earth add its weight upon my body. It was strangely comforting. Finally, I could rest. I closed my eyes and dreamt of her. © JM Tiffany 2024

#story poem #poetic stories #poetic story #writers and poets #poem #poems and poetry #poetic #poetry #writblr #creative writing #prose #prose poetry #prose poem #poetic prose #prose writing #words words words #spilled prose #microfiction #short narrative #literary vignette #transformation #healing #healing journey #self reflection #short story

[georgelevon]

If you understand, I’m sorry. Remember that you are loved, you are seen, and that you are deserving of good things. ❤️

#writing #creative writing #short writing #tw self destructive behavior #self h@rm #writers and poets #short narrative

[lolmanthecat]

Make a story that starts and ends with the same sentence.

The hunt is over. He leaves the woman in his bed. He dresses up and poures some coffee powder into the coffee machine to make himself a cup of coffee. Then takes out some biscuits to nibble.

He has been pursuing this woman for months now. She always postponed his advances. It took ages to be able to have her respond to him. To get her number. To get a date. To learn about her. To finally have sex with her.

He takes a new biscuit and reminisces how long it took him to make her notice him. How much he had to try again and again.

He gets up to pour himself a cup of coffee. He finally scored with her so now it was time to move on and find a new woman. They usually want a relationship and whatnot after so much work.

He takes a sip. New flavour of coffee. A good way to celebrate his achievement.

It could have happened a lot sooner if that time at the disco one of her friends wasn't sick and had to be driven home. He feels a swelling in his throat.

This new flavour might not be a good thing after all. He started searching for his EpiPen. Where was that damned thing. Not in the jacket, not in the suitcase, not in the cupboard. He swears that there was one in the medicine cupboard.

Too late now. His allergy was going worse and worse. He takes his cellphone to call the emergency line. Dead. This is a time where a landline would have been useful. He decides to run to ask help from a neighbour. He faints on his way to the door. *THUD* *yawn* she wakes up at the noise in the house. *rings* "hallo?" "so?" "The hunt is over."

#short story #short fiction #short prose #short narrative #writing exercise #story writing #writing #creative writing #writing exercises

[theweeklyblogger]

The Village

The villagers had lost a few goats and poultry to a mystery. There was a flurry of interest in the missing farm animals in the village as the mystery spread like wildfire. The village was rumored to be full of thieves, while other residents suggested a wild animal was running loose. Although several theories were put forth, the mystery of the disappearance has never been solved. It was a shocking sight for the whole village when the tiger appeared in the village and launched another attack on it. One night, one villager lost five goats, which forced them to find another income source. Many of the villagers feared the tiger would return, and looked into additional ways to protect their livestock in the future.

However, there have been no tiger sightings since that night, and the villagers have returned to their normal routines. Some speculate that the tiger was only passing through and is no longer in the area. Others believe that the tiger was killed by a hunter or another animal. Whatever the case may be, the village has returned to its peaceful state. But that hopeful thinking was soon turned back when more livestock disappeared. However, this time the people of the village knew it couldn't be the tiger. It had become apparent that the tiger was not the culprit, and that the village was facing another predator, one that was more familiar and more difficult to catch. This caused the people of the village great distress, as they were now dealing with a more complex problem than they had initially anticipated. The villagers had to come up with a plan to find and capture the mysterious creature that had been stealing their livestock.

They organized search parties and put up traps and snares, but the creature was always one step ahead of them. They were stumped and could not figure out who or what was causing their livestock to disappear. With each passing night, the villagers grew more and more fearful, unsure of what would happen next. Finally, they decided to organize a vigil and keep watch over their livestock in shifts, hoping that they could catch a glimpse of the creature and put an end to their troubles. However after someone stayed up to watch, they all claimed the same thing happened. They would say that they had fallen asleep, or that they didn't see anything or anyone during the attacks.

Growing tired of the nonsense of the situation, local hunters decided they would scavenge the surrounding nature to find the culprit of the disappearances. After setting traps and exploring the woods, they eventually discovered an old, abandoned cabin deep in the forest. Upon searching the cabin, they found evidence that a large animal had been living there and was likely responsible for the disappearances. After piecing together all the clues, the hunters concluded that the animal in the cabin had to be a large, predatory creature.

With this realization, they realized they had to take action to protect the local community from any further danger. The hunters created a plan to monitor the area around the cabin and set up motion-sensing cameras to detect the creature's movements, while some of the other hunters went back to warn the village of their findings and what they planned to do. The village was ecstatic to know that their livestock would be safe and that they wouldn't have to fear the night soon. They spent the next several days and nights in vigil, watching the cameras for any sign of the creature. They had no idea what they were looking for but were determined to protect the village.

They were relieved when the cameras finally detected the creature, and they were able to track its movements and keep it away from the village, or at least that was the plan. When the hunters who had left to go tell the village their findings returned, the other hunters had disappeared, along with all of their equipment. Assuming they had stumbled upon another abandoned cabin, they checked inside. When checking inside, they realized it was the same cabin, and that something had to have happened, they searched for any signs of life, from their friends to the mysterious creature they had tracked. After searching for a couple of days, they decided to call it quits, and head back home.

Once home and telling the village of what happened, they were stared at in confusion by all they asked. Telling them that their livestock never went missing, they had passed due to an infection spreading between their animals, and how they hoped it wouldn't happen again. Some told the surviving hunters that the livestock was butchered too and that they never mysteriously disappeared. Growing tired of being told similar stories regarding the livestock, they mentioned the missing hunters. The people of the village said they had 'no clue who those people are', and that 'they certainly never lived here before'. Tired and confused, the remaining hunters decided it was best to keep what happened during the whole ordeal a hushed memory between themselves. No one seemed to know the whereabouts of the hunters, and the villagers made it clear they had never heard of them before. This provided little comfort to the hunters, and they decided it was best not to speak of the incident any further.

#narrative #fictional writing #short narrative #blog #college blog #local hunters going missing on a mysterious trip #school blog #fictional narrative writing #enjoy it N E R D S #no one will see it anyways so its okay! #narrative writing assignment #quick someone call mystery gang

[brujahinaskirt]

arthur is rude to that one sex worker because the guys are fucking around as they oughtn't be and he actively wants the source of their distraction to go away. that is how he operates through the entire game: deliberate, utilitarian intimidation and strategic unpleasantness to achieve a goal. it is an early game commentary on arthur meant to position him as a big dog that barks. it is not a commentary on his views about women which are clarified many times afterward. you guys realize that right

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #redmeta #this is one of the most wildly misinterpreted but also most obvious scenes where writers are teaching us how arthur moves through the world #i really don't mean to seem short here #i am just exhausted of reddit mentality low literacy “ARTHUR WOULD SHOOT U IN THE FACE FOR FUN HE HATES WOMEN AND SLUTS” takes #my mistake was imagining a world where your average man online could intellectualize about narrative art #unless it is spoonfed to them on a shotty slug that says I'M STRAIGHT BUT I'D LET [MASC CHARACTER] FUCK ME

[observationsonnaturaldisasters]

How It Feels to Be Alive

The bathroom tiles are like ice beneath my bare feet.  I curl my toes, rolling the knuckles onto the frigid stone, feeling the chilling sensation travel through my bones and up my spine like electricity.  Well, I guess technically it would be electricity, with the nervous system and all.  Huh.  Maybe I was listening in Bio class last week, not that the accusatory F on my test is anything to show for it.

The weight of the knife in my hand brings my mind back to reality.  I run my fingertip over the razor-sharp edge, lightly enough not to draw blood.  Not yet, at least.

Porcelain fingers carefully roll up my sleeves, the ragged nails like chipped paintwork on a china doll.  My numb fingertips slowly trace the thin, pale lines on my ghostly-white arm, the scars barely visible beneath the thick, dark hairs.  Tarantula hairs.  Whenever I catch my reflection, my bland skin, oversized nose littered with half-hearted freckles, and vacant, green eyes set back too far into my face, what can only be described as revulsion sits in my stomach.  And pity, for whoever has to look at this… mess.

It only started accidentally.  Nicking my skin when shaving, or preparing vegetables for dinner.  Then the thoughts began to occur.  The sight of blood was never daunting, only… fascinating.  How this liquid would race around our bodies, over and over and over again, and we would have no idea it was happening.  How, without it, we just can’t survive.  Only when it’s seeping out of us do we realise oh, yeah, that stuff.

I hear them now, the thoughts, longing to feel the invigorating pain of cold steel through skin.  Suddenly my senses come to life, as if they’ve been waiting, slumbering, only to be awoken by the knowledge that I am now in control.  I have the knife; it is in my hands.  My fate is in my hands.  I am not a mindless pinball, being thrown off of whatever obstacle is placed, or places itself, in my way.  I am in control of myself, no one else.  And maybe this will prove it.  Maybe then they’ll realise.

My shaking, shivering hands steady themselves as they lower the blade to my skin, and I feel the temptation begin to overwhelm me, drowning out all other worries, doubts, regrets.  Gently I apply pressure, in much the same way a surgeon does, although the person on the receiving end of the scalpel is usually under anaesthetic.  At once I feel the intoxicating surge of adrenaline coarse through my veins.  The first drops of blood trickle down to my palm, scalding in comparison to my ice-cold fingers.  I press down harder, relishing the agony, my breath catching in my throat.  Crimson blood splashes into the sink, turning the plain porcelain basin into a work of art, as the deadly flow continues to increase.

When do I stop?  That question returns, the only haunting remain of sanity in my dopamine-fuelled mind, and, like the times before, a deeply satisfying answer is called up in response: never.  But I can’t.  I can’t let go, give in, not yet.  I’ve had my relief, it’s time to go back to mind-numbing life with the rest of two-dimensional society. I turn the tap onto full flow, rinsing the bloodstains down the drain, scrubbing the steel blade, washing my arm.  With an old, worn cloth I pat my skin dry and wrap around a clean, white bandage, tucking in the loose ends. Once again I wonder, what is wrong with me?, as I replace the soiled rag and the gauze bandage roll behind the stack of toilet rolls in the cupboard under the sink.  I straighten my clothes, rolling down my sleeve to hide my deed, before surreptitiously drifting out of the bathroom, slipping the door shut behind me with hardly a sound.

#short narrative #tw: self harm #not a true story #wrote this last year so writing may not be top quality #tw: depression

[alicenpai]

⭐🌛🌞 november trick or treating... spooky season can be anytime if you aint a scaredy cat!!! flynn, terence, nate - from my series Lost & Found Children

some WIPs!

^ some theatre costume designs that inspired Flynn's outfit. originally I wanted more of a pierrot motif, but I went with a sortof celestial angel to match nate's fiery devil. I do want to draw them all as pierrots one day...

my friend asked about the "costume" part of this - terence is not wearing a "halloween costume" per se, because he thinks he's too mature for costumes (haha). hence the star moon and sun theme to unify all of their outfits. he IS a piano player in the story, who wears a similar outfit to concerts, so you can see him as being a sort of astronomical musician for the occasion. i think these designs turned out pretty rad and since they're not "stereotypical" halloween fare, i would like to use them again...

tumblr killed my drafts... and unfortunately I am too tired to type out more of the description that got lost.

#oc #halloween #illustration #character design #my ocs #artists on tumblr #my art #flynn #nate #terence #i dont usually put so many 'generic' art tags but ive been wondering if it works! #tardy to the party as always. i debated not finishing this but i felt i had so little oc works in my repertoire so i wanted to change that! #moving on i want to put more narrative into my works so i made that short comic :) #i also want to change my art style more lately! my art became very clean in the last 2 years and i feel like people didnt really favour it #lost and found children

[llamahearted]

like it's no big deal at all

songs on repeat

#the dub really went off with that line I can't lie!! #she's pickin him up they're gonna exit the narrative together stage left #listen she just...she just loves him so much. he's the most beloved bug under her microscope ok #long story short the gc and I were goofing about How To Draw Manga books from our childhoods and all the goofy poses in em #and while I was searchin around for more of those I came across this pose from miyuli and I was like. omg wait it's them #& then I just kept adding stuff onto her the way I kept adding charms to my flip phone in high school #dw she can handle it!!! (what like its hard??) ^_^ #trigun 1998 #millywood #milly thompson #nicholas d. wolfwood #(btw i have been drawing millywoofs for a YEAR as of this week lol)

[blorbocedes]

yuki tsunoda's formula one career so far // the hero’s journey (myth and the movies, by stuart voytilla)

#a yuki narrative without food or how short he is or a Frenchman?!!!😱 #he's being forged in the fires of redbull and the psychological torment of that old man corpse to be groomed into the rbr second seat #I see the vision #his consistent p11 performances pulling a car that absolutely isn't 6th fastest is quite a feat #web weaving #the hero's journey #my edits #yuki tsunoda

[juan-francisco-palencia]

A flower on the road.

"There is no energy that compares to the power of love." An idea that I finally accepted when I met her and realized that the path to what is beautiful and unforgettable always begins by having her inside the soul but... I can't explain when or how I saw the color of the sky in her. . . She stole my heart when I looked into her eyes one April afternoon. . As she smiled at me, she moved in and out, touching my entire being. And I felt like I fell in love with her.

—  Juan Francisco Palencia.

#writers on tumblr #spilled ink #juan francisco palencia #reflexions of my life #the power of love #attempt at poetic action #short narratives #writing #love poem #poets on tumblr #impressions #feelings #life philosophy #light academia #words from the bottom of the heart #winter 2023 #new poets society #imagines #she and me #from mexico to the universe #christmas #writerblr

[mattydraws]

Haló There Adventurer!! ミ⋆

I would like to announce that I will be going on a little art adventure this April n' you are more than welcome to join!! We'll explore a new prompt list n' fresh lil story line!! Journey through space and time, venture into the void - where we'll befriend stars n' save an undiscovered cosmic kingdom!! ミ⋆ Participate as much or as little as you want, goal is to just have fun and maybe gain some new skills n' meet like minded folk!! I will begin posting prompt pieces on the 31st of March n' finish up around the 30th of April - I'm hoping to gain some soft art skills + use this time to experiment and learn new skills - it's important to just try and have fun with this art challenge. There are no strict guidelines regarding format of prompt pieces, use any format you want - analog or digital, use pencil or paint - there is no wrong way to approach this art challenge. I've created a playlist over on spotify for some ambient background beats while I draw these daily prompts - if you want to check that out, it can be found here. If you're community-oriented, you are more than welcome to join the official discord server for this prompt!! Chat, communicate with other participants, share some work, get feedback, make friends with other artists etc. I hope to see you there!! Remember to tag your prompt pieces accordingly so I can connect and support your work through the month of April - please use the prompt tag: #AdventureApril if you're participating in this years prompt. Find me elsewhere: https://www.instagram.com/_mattjohns/ https://twitter.com/mattydraws Let me know what you think of this years prompt list n' hopefully hear from you soon adventurer!! If you have any questions feel free to send me a message and I'll get back to you ASAP!! Take care, ミ⋆ Matt

#adventure april #art challenge #art prompt #character design #mattydraws #visual development #vis dev #concept art #drawing challenge #story prompt #sketchbook #narrative #short stories #dnd art #dnd #animation #character prompt #artists on tumblr

[angermango]

hello,

black mirror

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #gowr #gow #sindri #brok #gow sindri #gow brok #unofficially this technically is a scene from an AU i made up ages back but never made anything open about lol #i have a terrible ability to generate many fun ideas and just cook them all inside like a rice cooker on eternal 'keep warm' setting #many of them aren't full meals because i always end up missing a few vital scenes that would make them a proper narrative #so i just have a bucket 90% filled awesome stuff that vaguely follows some kind of common plot/timeline/vibes #officially i suppose i was just wanting to see these short guys again and practicing some slightly more proper coloring and brushing #metallics are a bitch to render but also fun in a way for the shinies #>>mango(t)art #other brother au (gow)

[loganslowdown4]

#asides episodes are now part of the main narrative #anything asides from now on will be the short videos #thomas sanders #sanders sides #ts news

[n4rval]

hi I just wanted to say your tags on the gaster poll posts are so correct yessss (always enjoy your takes just in general). thank you for being one of the seemingly very few people out there who also believes there's no way the timeline works for gaster and alphys to have been colleagues. however, him haunting her benevolently is something I'm 1000% here for <3 (also I hope your finals went well and you get to have a nice relaxing break!)

HII HELLO HI im glad you like them!!! knowing you read these motivates me to keep being Absolutely Very Normal About Him on the internet

personally it's less of a believing thing and more of a come on it's written right there thing, but since we're here.

behold! dingus timeline. (and the hottest of takes with freshly baked personal headcanons otherwise what am i doing)

Not a skeleton?

Isn't 201X too early?

Indeed, not a skeleton, but rather, some guy. Something about how monster's bodies are manifestations of their SOUL, and him oddly resembling a strange looking man does well to represent his insatiable curiosity and love for creating. (things humans are known for in a better light)

On the other hand, you will be pleased with how fascinated he is by "FLESHLINGS AND THEIR CALCIUM DEPOSITS".

And then they fucking died.

201X is the year the first human fell into the underground, and shortly after, the royal family has moved to New Home. This means some decent exploration of the cavern has already been made. Scientists could very well already have been working on optimizing life underground, with special attention to the large and ever growing new capital.

My idea? As this idiot has been aiding exploration with his antics, Gerson was the one to appoint him to Asgore. Something about his talent with turning garbage into non-garbage. With a little patience and getting familiar with his odd manerisms, it was not too long until he got to be the prince's weird godfather.

Cracking already?

And everyone was devastated, mainly the close family. Not only that, but amidst your mourning, the one couple responsible for your unrealistically high standards for romance just divorced. Is love even real anymore. You eat ants with your cereal and your work consists mainly of convenience improvements and absolutely nothing groundbreaking. What's the point of breaking that pesky barrier again? Child murder? Come on.

That's the Wingdings PATIENCE and BRAVERY encountered in their adventure. Dear god, you're lame. Aren't you some kind of genius? Get yourself together! And together he got his self, now, he has children to look after. Surely there must be some other way. He must stop coming up with new flavours for chips and find some other way.

... Dear god, the King is going to kill them.

BONES and DT

Listen. He's old. You got your wrinkles, he's got his cracking. What? You meant to point out some major event of injury must have been responsible for his current state of deformity? Well, he's old AND heartbroken. That's a direct blow to the SOUL, okay.

Jokes aside (kind of), doing any lasting damage to a monster is quite difficult given their magic forms can easily be healed through, well, magic. They can, however, eventually "fall" (wink wink) and dust away with age - which cannot, however, be fixed with magic.

With a little determination however ...

Something about the anomaly.

He found it, the other way. It was the bones all along, the so needed sustainance for channelling such a high concentration of that power. Well, not necessarily, but a boney structure will endure much more and last much longer than a meaty one. Also, it looks so cool.

You know this guy, he gets first dibs on any and all dubious substances that might or might not deal the last hit to the nail on his coffin dust urn(?). And when it all works out (dubious), he might as well play a little. What kind of things can he make? With the material properties of these calcified remains infused with his own magic, animated with determination.

Some new, powerful magic tricks?

A new kind of monster, maybe?

DARK, DARKER, YET DARKER.

There is a lot of interesting things one can do with isolated DT, aside from making bones rattle with life - for example, peeking onto the complex layers and ramifications of what composes reality. This is when the already kooky scientist grows a little mad; manic, if you will. This is the Wingdings sans was familiar with.

Time travel this, resets that, blah blah blah alpha timeline, the anomaly, the angel, the anomaly again, all things that only make sense to him and his illegible mess on the black board. The lack of detail is killing him, he needs to know what it is - what it does, why it does, how it does. Not to stop it, no, there is no stopping it.

Rather, an overwhelming need to understand it.

He falls somewhere in recent history, details of it left ambiguous. The shattering, combined with the amount of DT running in his magical... mathematical physiology, rendered all of his self but an espectator of his reality; confined to the code and unable to do anything but watch, powerless before the nature of his very being, like a corrupted program.

It is all rather frustrating, besides the burden that is coming to terms with simply not existing anymore, watching was pretty much all this research was and now ever will be. That is, until something interacts with him. It is different from the tragic prince, whom no matter how much DT he's accumulated, he is just as confined to this world's rules as other elements. Not this one, not the force from beyond. Not "YOU".

He makes it a mission to reach out, despite the limits of the code, to give away bits and pieces of him and see if you bite. But not too much, he's seen how you tend to exhaust a world for knowledge, something he can oddly sympathize with. I mean, what will you do once you find everything? One cannot fully know a person.

Maybe in another world, prophetized by a cute, little white dog. A much better world for everyone, without so much as war or disease, his greatest creation yet. And he could invite you to it, to experience bewilderment, to be reminded of wonder. If it could even help you, wherever you are, to deem your own world worth of partaking ... then the experiment was a success.

#artwork #inbox #freakbullet #gaster #wd gaster #undertale #deltarune #character design is my passion #not so much graphic design i suck at this #WIPES SWEAT #happy new year!! i've been writing this since christmas!!!!! #sorry if you have to squint at my handwriting its a big canvas #just zoom in #also sorry if my writing lacks extensive details if you were looking for any #im one for visual narrative #so i tried my best to convey everything in the simplest structure i could #and cut short a lot of specifics that are not relevant for a timeline dissection #things like complex feelings and worldbuilding related shenanigans #i will definitely cover these in the future perhaps in the form of comics #this just isnt the place #this is all you need to get a grasp on the character :pray: #there is a lot of proportion inconsistencies on post tragedy old man dont point them out #its just that i've redrawn him like thrice and i was like. you know what? it doesnt have to be perfect #he'll make a cameo when i post fallen humans art

[sentient-stove]

Leo was the MC of Heroes of Olympus and you can fight me on that

But Jaso— no shut up thanks. Sorry, just because we opened to his POV doesn’t mean he’s the one in charge or of the most importance.

Percy— nah nah nah that boy had his five books to himself and is basically Riordanverse jesus, sit back down.

Leo’s story intersects and is often a direct parallel with every other characters’ throughout the series, he has the most narrative points and chapters, has a POV in every single book except SON, and owns/is a catalyst for the majority of the lines in the prophecy. He built that damn warship essentially solo and was constantly isolated from the rest of the seven despite them all supposedly being on equal footing.

Gaea didn’t try to kill the other seven’s parents, Hera didn’t watch them as children despite her literally claiming Jason as a champion. Just Leo.

#was this because I saw a fanart of all the Riordanverse mcs and Leo wasn’t there #…maybe #and I could probably go on for hours about Leo and Percy bring narrative foils to each other #but I won’t #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #hoo #pjo #it just makes me mad because Leo cares so much about the people he’s around #and he’s just given the short end of the stick constantly #probably why I write about him so much tbh it’s like rick forgot Leo was the mc

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 foliage by antebunny

💙 foliage

by antebunny (@antebunny)

G, 7k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian surrenders in Nightless City. Jin Guangshan, knowing that he's coreless and weaponless, organizes a night hunt with 1,000 Jin disciples where Wei Wuxian is the prey. He shouldn't have underestimated Wei Wuxian. Kay's comments: This is the most BAMF Wei Wuxian story out there and I absolutely adore it. He surrenders and has to fight 1000 Jin disciples an then he comes out on top and vanishes. In the meantime, the world changes. The non-linear narrative worked really well in this story and I loved the shifts in perspective as you learn more about what happened after Wei Wuxian surrendered and why he surrendered. There's a second part too, about his return. Excerpt: “A-Xian, please…stop. Just stop,” Jiang Yanli begs, spending the last of her breath gasping out a barely coherent sentence to her little brother. “Okay,” Wei Wuxian says, desperate as always to make her happy. “Okay. If that’s what you want.” He raises his flute to his lips, calming the fierce corpses currently rampaging around Nightless City. Jiang Yanli feels the world going blurry, but forces herself to focus for her brother. Wei Wuxian gently picks her up and passes her to Jiang Cheng, who came running over as soon as he heard her. “A-Yuan,” he says to Jiang Cheng urgently. “Please, Jiang Cheng, A-Yuan–he’s just a child.” Then he backs away, hands at his side, and turns to face the assembled cultivators. “Wei Wuxian!” The sharp voice of Sect Leader Nie. “What is this? Are you surrendering?” Wei Wuxian looks back, once, at Jiang Yanli. No, she wants to say, don’t do it. A-Xian, I came to tell you that I don’t blame you. I know it’s not your fault. I know you would never. Don’t surrender to them, A-Xian, there’s something rotten in the heart of Jinlintai and they’re not interested in justice. But she can’t. She’s losing consciousness in her brother’s arms, and she can do nothing but watch as Wei Wuxian looks away with resolve on his face. She’s never hated herself more for being weak.

pov alternating, non-linear narrative, canon divergence, somebody lives/not everybody dies, angst, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, jiang yanli lives, bamf wei wuxian

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