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Sep. 2nd, 2021 11:28 amUgh, in the more exchange drama news ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
trickortreatex has a new mod and a lot of changes have been made to it for this year. The eternal tagset is gone and it will no longer have 'character or' matching but rather allow ships as well. Sigh. It's an exchange I usually only treat for but the latter change adds layers and makes it much more complicated to do so. Not surprisingly, there's been quite a lot of vocal back and forth and debate about the change. After the multifandomdrabble debacle I am just so burned out on exchange chaos. I might just step back from doing anything until Yuletide.
Have this week'srecthething recs (all mdzs/untamed):
this is me trying by queen_gee (4.5k)
Summary snippet: “I’m sure you get people like me all the time,” Wei Ying joked. “Sad saps with nowhere better to go, washing up on the doorstep. You must’ve heard so many stories.”
“Some,” Wen Ning admitted, “but I wouldn’t mind hearing another one.” (melancholic yet sweet perfectly IC modern AU)
A capriccio (series) by Pip (Moirail) (first fic 2k, 2nd 21k)
Summary for first fic: Lan Zhan's neighbor plays flute at three in the morning, because he is the worst man to ever have existed, and furthermore, the universe hates Lan Zhan specifically. (utterly sweet modern musicians/music AU)
The Third Son of Qinghe Nie by hansbekhart (1.8k)
Summary Snippet: “Who are you?” Wei Wuxian asks finally.
Sizhui takes a deep breath. This is it. He isn’t ready. But he is. Er-ge said so. He lets his eyes fill with tears and spill down his cheeks. Wei Wuxian leans away, probably unconsciously. Good, Sizhui thinks, a little viciously. He never promised Er-ge to tell Wei Wuxian the truth, but he has never had a better weapon at hand than exactly this.
“My name is Nie Sizhui,” Sizhui says. “I’m the master of the Unclean Realm, now.” (short, but well done and fascinating for the possibilities, canon divergent fic)
And, so this post won't be just exchange whining and recs, have a picture I took of one of the deer that was in my parent's front yard this weekend (none of the pictures of the whole herd came out well).
(Not pictured is my mom shouting "My lilies!" as she ran out the front door to try to scare them away.)
trickortreatex has a new mod and a lot of changes have been made to it for this year. The eternal tagset is gone and it will no longer have 'character or' matching but rather allow ships as well. Sigh. It's an exchange I usually only treat for but the latter change adds layers and makes it much more complicated to do so. Not surprisingly, there's been quite a lot of vocal back and forth and debate about the change. After the multifandomdrabble debacle I am just so burned out on exchange chaos. I might just step back from doing anything until Yuletide.Have this week's
recthething recs (all mdzs/untamed):this is me trying by queen_gee (4.5k)
Summary snippet: “I’m sure you get people like me all the time,” Wei Ying joked. “Sad saps with nowhere better to go, washing up on the doorstep. You must’ve heard so many stories.”
“Some,” Wen Ning admitted, “but I wouldn’t mind hearing another one.” (melancholic yet sweet perfectly IC modern AU)
A capriccio (series) by Pip (Moirail) (first fic 2k, 2nd 21k)
Summary for first fic: Lan Zhan's neighbor plays flute at three in the morning, because he is the worst man to ever have existed, and furthermore, the universe hates Lan Zhan specifically. (utterly sweet modern musicians/music AU)
The Third Son of Qinghe Nie by hansbekhart (1.8k)
Summary Snippet: “Who are you?” Wei Wuxian asks finally.
Sizhui takes a deep breath. This is it. He isn’t ready. But he is. Er-ge said so. He lets his eyes fill with tears and spill down his cheeks. Wei Wuxian leans away, probably unconsciously. Good, Sizhui thinks, a little viciously. He never promised Er-ge to tell Wei Wuxian the truth, but he has never had a better weapon at hand than exactly this.
“My name is Nie Sizhui,” Sizhui says. “I’m the master of the Unclean Realm, now.” (short, but well done and fascinating for the possibilities, canon divergent fic)
And, so this post won't be just exchange whining and recs, have a picture I took of one of the deer that was in my parent's front yard this weekend (none of the pictures of the whole herd came out well).
(Not pictured is my mom shouting "My lilies!" as she ran out the front door to try to scare them away.)
