bby a-Yuan as cute things my niblings have done
a-Yuan, fresh out of the bath, sitting naked in LWJ’s lap and using his big sleeves like blankets
LWJ: Can you dressed now, please? It is cold.
a-Yuan: No! I want to be cold!
LWJ: You want to be cold? Why?
a-Yuan: So you have to hold me UwU
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a-Yuan: Qing-jie, you wanna know how tired I am?
WQ, dryly: I’m sure you’ll tell me.
a-Yuan flops face down on the floor and then just lays there
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a-Yuan: Where’s Qing-jie, Xian-ge?
WWX: She’s at work, radish.
a-Yuan: Why?
WWX: Because she needs to make money.
a-Yuan: Why?
WWX: ... Capitalism.
a-Yuan, suddenly furious: CAPITALISM?!
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a-Yuan: Rich-gege, the sun is not up. I’m sleeping.
LWJ: I know, baobei. That’s because it’s raining. You need to wake up now.
a-Yuan, very tired: But the suuuuuuuuun.
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WWX walks into the kitchen to find a-Yuan and Wen Ning hard at work
WWX: Oh? Whatcha making?
WN: Popo gave me her recipe for--
a-Yuan, delighted: A MESS!
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a-Yuan: I’m telling on you!
WWX: Oh yeah? To who?
a-Yuan pauses to think for a moment, then puts his head down and begins to pray.
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i'm locking everyone who writes about abusive parents and their kids (regardless of age) in a room until they can write a storyline that ends without
the abuse being explained away or not "actually having been abuse, they were trying to protect you or insert bs excuse here"
the abusive parent child reconciling
the child is somehow at fault for not having considered their parents emotions and catering to them. yknow. as a child.
"they just couldn't reach out to you the way you needed :( sorry. He'll do better now! it actually had nothing to do with you and all the years of your life you felt ignored and belittled actually all had to do with him, and better forgive and forget!
the child having to make up because their kids "deserve to have grandparents" (not these grandparents)
emotional abuse/neglect being treated as a lesser form of abuse because it didn't leave physical wounds
moms are somehow less accountable for abuse because she's a girl and all moms are magical beings who can't be abusive somehow. (this is false)
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Due to some recent developments, I've decided to make some changes— or rather, I want to return to how I used to function across my blogs. I used to run a tight ship and I miss it. People have always known me to treat my mains as, sort of unspoken exclusives, but I'm going to cement that in a bit more clearly as of today, moving forward into 2023 with it as I properly settle back into life on Tumblr. As a note, this does not require reciprocation, it is simply how I choose to go about this topic. And don't worry, I will update my general guidelines in a moment to reflect all this.
From hereon out, if I choose to list you as a main writing partner in a muse's page (and it is incredibly important to note that I will be even more exceedingly picky about it; it is not just tied to friendships behind the scenes): I am loyal to your portrayal and am, from that point forward, actively disinterested in writing with duplicates of your muse. This does not change much from my end, as I believe that I have always practiced this concept with the only exception being when two close friends pick up a muse simultaneously (and to my recollection, this has only occurred twice). So in essence, yes, I practice a sort of exclusivity from my end that, let me reiterate, does not require to be reciprocated. With this change, however, I want to note two main expectations that I will hold you to, and which you can, obviously, demand of me in return (and add your own):
Activity: Mika in specific will enjoy this one; you can expect certain activity from me, as life reasonably permits it (ie.: if I'm ill, let me sleep all day, come on). Let's call myself out here: I have been primarily gone from Tumblr for a period of almost three years, and regardless of the reasons behind it, I have sorely missed being here. I miss the days of 2016/2017 when this was an active part of my day and people had my attention throughout it. Since my life is finally settling, my passion for this place is returning and I actively await the moment when I can sit down and be here. And so with that— I feel confident to say that you can expect regular activity and replies from me as a writing partner. Don't let me take months, because you deserve more from me as a writing partner and I expect you to hold me to that if it were ever required.
Priority: As my main writing partner, you will always be prioritized, without exception. I hold myself to this very strictly (and always have), but it is also something that comes with incredible ease. For you become my main in the first place, it means that I must very thoroughly enjoy writing with you, so it is only normal that you get first dibs. And that when I open my drafts, I automatically navigate to your thread because I actively want to respond to it. This also means that when I come up with ideas or specific plots that involve your character (or even feral meta), I will always come to you.
These are two things that I expect to be reciprocated. I'm not demanding all of your time, I am not demanding you to tie yourself down to my portrayal in the way that I choose to do with yours, but I am demanding the same treatment of the above two points that I offer you, if we become main writing partners. It has to do with respect, and that is something that I have always held in very high regard.
(Again: don't forget the tags which will likely be even more important, who knows...)
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Besides isnt it sibling culture to beat the shit out of ur siblings
as someone with two brothers, I can confirm that siblinghood is all about hitting and biting and violence 🙏
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@creelsclocks gets: a somft modern take.
ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʜᴇᴀʀꜱᴀʟ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴛᴇ is what finds Nancy at Henry's apartment door half-an hour past their agreed upon time.
She'd sent a text as soon as she'd been free from the stage, coffee grabbed without a thought to serve as a tangible token of apology. While hers is accented by notes of vanilla and caramel, his is dark — a pure, high-quality brew with an aroma to die for.
❝ Hey, ❞ her smile is instantaneous, eyes lit up with joy as soon as his door opens. ❝ I'm sorry about being late — god, the director rode us hard tonight. ❞ There's a beat of silence, Nancy's gaze flitting to his mouth before she's holding out one of the warm beverages. ❝ —but I did pick up your favorite coffee on my way here, if you can ever forgive me. ❞ It's playful, the stress of the night dissipating faster as her fingers find his arm. ❝ So, what do you say — am I allowed in? ❞
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After reading a new jonmina post-proposal fic -very sweet and sexy- on ao3 I get to this, jonmina post-horrors going to new horrors -less sweet and sexy, more Dreading- so thanks for bringing in the range
A good Valentine's Day needs to be equal parts sweet and sinister. Gotta get that variety in 💝💀
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