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Y ferch olaf Coed-Iâl ([personal profile] ashkitty) wrote2025-09-01 02:44 pm
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[fic] Fic dump! Mostly MDZS/Untamed with one Dragon Age

Some fics I forgot to post, since the last time I put them here was a year ago. Oops. Also, all my AO3 fics are locked to users now, because of AI scraping. It won't keep out the really determined, I know, and the horse has pretty much bolted already, but every little bit helps.

The Shape of Home
(MDZS, Wei Wuxian & Lan Sizhui)
~4800 words, rated G.

Started this a really long time ago, got most of it finished, and then let it sit there until prompted to finish. It's just a conversation between WWX and LSZ about forgiveness, and complicated families, and letting things go.

‘How do you do it? Stay here,’ Sizhui says, and his voice drops, as if they might be overheard, although the garden is silent and Hanguang-jun is not here. ‘Put up with it. The way they treat you — the way Elder Zhengyi spoke just now.’ The way they speak to him so often when Hanguang-jun is not there to hear it, their loathing toothless but barely concealed. ‘Live among people who wanted to kill you?’

‘Ah.’ Wei Wuxian meets Sizhui’s eyes, his face closed tight and asks, ‘How do you?’


Unnatural Consequences
(MDZS, Wangxian & Sizhui, casefic)
~12k, rated T

This was last year's Fandom Trumps Hate fic, and it deals with some of the lasting damage a war can do, but is mostly an excuse for badass power couple vibes.

Lan Wangji began to play, and Wei Wuxian poked through the wreckage of fallen trees. The guqin’s soothing song cleared some of the haze of resentment, and Wei Wuxian could feel his muscles relaxing, the dull throbbing ache at the tip of his spine beginning to fade away. He stepped carefully between shattered branches, nudging away the piles of leaves and debris. He was hardly even paying attention when he felt something…respond.
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When Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji encounter a creature that even the two of them together can't defeat, it seems a little unbelievable that nobody in the surrounding area has heard of it. In the wilderness north of Gusu, they uncover a secret that has waited years for one particular answer - one it turns out they might be just the people to provide.



Examination of a Lost Fragment of a Poem on Calenhad, by Geoffrey de Montsimmard, Chantry Scholar
(Dragon Age, gen)
~2300 words, rated G.

The title is almost as long as the fic! This was my contribution to last year's Dragon Age Annual zine, and it's a pseudo-scholarly article in which Geoffrey of Monmouth Montsimmard finds a poem about Arthur and Merlin Calenhad and Aldenon, and has thoughts.

In 9:43 Dragon, Lady Sophie de Marais of Jader discovered a fragment of a poem in her late great-grandmother’s attic.


The Third Bow
(MDZS, wangxian)
~19k, rated M

This year's contribution to the MDZS Reverse Big Bang, wherein I was assigned the most stunningly gorgeous picture of WWX and strove to do it justice and get all the artist's ideas in. It's a feel-good fic, a bit soppy and silly, with the world's most awkward marriage proposal and just enough jealousy for a bit of plot. But mostly just a story about taking the long way around, and doing things your own way.

Finally Wei Ying drops onto the edge of the bed and blurts, ‘Lan Zhan, are we married?’
Lan Wangji’s hands freeze in place, the soft cloth slipping from between his fingers. Whatever he imagined Wei Ying was gathering the courage to say, this is a question he absolutely would not have predicted. He looks up, blindsided, to see Wei Ying shifting uncomfortably, fingers twisting in the folds of his robe.
‘We — what?’
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Wei Wuxian has feelings. So does Lan Wangji. They figure it out.
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Y ferch olaf Coed-Iâl ([personal profile] ashkitty) wrote2025-08-30 03:35 pm
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Stopped moving for a little while

This summer has been crazy - July was the Gender and Medieval Studies conference and then the Celtic Studies summer school in Dublin, which was a lot - I don't remember the last time I had a full day of classes in anything, let alone Old Irish. But it was good, and fun, and I closed the whole thing out by turning up to a Kpop dance class - it's a thing I started doing during the pandemic when I couldn't go to the beach, and the teacher whose Youtube videos I was using is based in Dublin. So I thought as long as I was in the right city I'd go in person. It was great fun.

Then I met up with my sister to go travelling. We went to Helsinki and Stockholm, respectively, to visit some of my old Aber friends who now live in those places. Then she came back to Aber with me for a week, during which she was mostly sick and not up to doing much.

I came down with the same nasty cold just as she was leaving, and have mostly just been resting since. Not quite the productive resting week I'd hoped for, because I'm really supposed to be submitting a revised article this week and have just not had the brain power to finish it. Another conference next week (down to Bristol, where I'm not giving a paper but am on the society's committee so going anyway), and two more (where I am presenting) by mid-October. So I guess this is the rest I'm going to get.

Otherwise trying to enjoy being employed while it lasts, since the market for academics doing historical gender studies is frankly not at its best right now. One year to go.
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Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati ([personal profile] merridia) wrote2025-08-29 09:41 am

re: Personal superstitions

In a bad mood because the internet went out last night with only a couple of minutes of Strange New Worlds left, but at least it's Friday! Also a long weekend, but my elderly aunt is coming over for a visit, so it will probably not be that relaxing. :\ Also STILL haven't been able to watch Dynamite (because of the aforesaid internet shitting the bed), so I just said fuck it and watched the short YouTube highlights before work this morning, stray thoughts to follow!

ECW Dynamite Episode 1 (8/27/25) )

Okay, time to take some painkillers and do some work, I guess!

5. What Are Your Personal Superstitions?

Mega Hawlucha is real and he's my friend.