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    Wei Ying lets out a long, ugly groan. “I am fine, Lan Zhan. Everybody is overreacting, it’s so embarrassing for all of you.”

    “You had undiagnosed pneumonia, which you walked around with for weeks until you passed out during dress,” Lan Wangji corrects him. “It got a big laugh, until everyone thought you were dead.”

    He keeps his voice even and does not tell Wei Ying that it had been Lan Wangji who caught him, who called the ambulance, and who rode with him to the hospital, where he was yelled at by nurses who wanted to know why he hadn’t noticed that Wei Ying couldn’t stop shivering or string proper sentences together.

    “Rumors of my demise have been vastly overstated,” Wei Ying says. “Anyway, I’m already feeling much better. Basically fine. Really almost completely back to normal, so stop babying me and tell me why the fuck you let your stupid brother hire the worst man in the world to host our show.”

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    OR: the one where they all work at SNL, Yanli's ex-boyfriend is hosting, and that's just the beginning of everybody's problems.

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    04 Sep 2022

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    good podfic! expressively read; i'm enjoying it so far. and like--obviously, this is a varnes fic, so the fic itself is fantastic.

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    All Din wanted to do was find the Child a sorcerer teacher, pick up a job or two, and follow his Creed.

    Three out of three is good, right? Right?

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    13 May 2022

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    DELIGHTFUL

    (currently at chap. 2)

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    HAMLET
    My lord, I think you have misunderstood
    The fate that’s come upon you.

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    26 Dec 2021

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    utterly hilarious, oh my god

    the iambic pentameter throughout (varied with modern vernacular) is so well done. this needs to be freakin' staged; it works so well when read aloud.

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    Lan Zhan blinked, and pushed his wet hair off his forehead as he slid off his surfboard and stood upright. Wei Ying was standing on the beach, holding a pair of sandals and staring out, his sand-covered bare feet carefully out of reach of the actual water. There was a strange, mournful twist to his mouth that faded when he saw that he wasn’t alone, replaced by a warm smile. “Lan Zhan, is that you?”

    “Mn,” he replied, and walked up to meet him there in the middle of the sand. Privately, he thought, who else would it be?

    Wei Ying laughed. “I thought so, but I wasn’t sure. You looked good out there.”

    the "almost everybody lives in a small beach town" au

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    05 Nov 2021

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    *muffled screaming*

    oh my god this is so good

    this is so well done; it's beautifully written, there's so much deep amazing character work happening (so much, it's so good, i think that's my fave aspect), there's such a lovely muddle of relationships and i love the way it's episodically interleaf-structured. and the PINING

    my god the pining feels like it unfolds as a natural consequence of character history, just murder me

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    He looked up, and a man stood before him. Geralt hadn't heard him approach. That was the first sign there was something odd.

    The second was the faint but still noxious smell of poison that clung to his fingers, just strong enough to make out over the spiced perfume he wore. And under all of that was a richer smell, as familiar as Geralt's own scent, because it was Geralt's own. Or a witcher's, at least.

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    10 Oct 2021

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    *incoherent screeching*

    (you're done with chapter 3/waiting for chapter 4. didn't realise this was an ongoing fic until i was already launched into it and it was too late)

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