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  1. Summary

    this is a series for all my genya-centric works within one specific alternate universe. the series was originally titled demon!influenced genya with angst. the title might be changed again later.

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    a combined list of all the fics i’ve written for feelingstabby’s hero’s shadow. :)

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    With his lack of core and his lack of coherency, Wei Ying dragged himself through the world that he once claimed to be hauntingly beautiful. Now, though, the only thing beautiful would be the sun that burned his flesh raw and ragged, rather than tongued and frayed open.

    (or: a man becomes a patriarch because his mind was too loud to neglect.)

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    a combined list of all the fics i’ve written for nauticalwarrior’s better luck next time. :)

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  1. Rec 5

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    There are fundamental differences between cultivators and the mediocre, of course.

    One of the most common differences is body warmth. The golden core thrums with heat, rendering threats of hypothermia rare and mild— although that does not make it impossible, especially for cultivator kids turned street rats. Wei Wuxian remembers reading poetry of how romantic the thought of loving someone who will always run a fever for you. He showed it to Jiang Cheng once and choked on lake water laughing when Jiang Cheng immediately shoved him off the port. It ruined the book, of course.

    Wei Wuxian had remembered that poem trapped in that cave, infection wrecking through his body. He felt the heat of his own skin turning numb and thought that freezing and burning to death felt the same. 

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    28 Jun 2025

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    the unnerving sensation of not being known, liking it that way, but being so utterly alone in your own creation is so fucking spectacular in this fic. hoenstly. i will never recover. someone call an ambulance (joking) AND. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE RELATIONSHIPS. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE anyways so im started! im listening, watching, yapping, sat! edge of my seat! BODY HORROR. the horrors of his cultivation! the horrors he must hide! the wounds he must tend to! ON HIS OWN! FOREVER. god. don’t even get me started on him. and his suffering. and everything he did to save others even when it killed him. wei wuxian during the sunshot campaign (and its aftermath) has to be one of my favorite versions of him. both to read about and write. he is so. everything. im gonna say it. he’s everything. and the way you captured his thoughts and choices?? phenomenal. you did that so well. he is described in such a way that i want to bring myself back into the mdzs fandom just to write another sunshot fic. i love that he describes resentment as warm. i have never seen it described that way before and it just scratches my brain so much. i fucking love it. thank you so much for sharing this. loved. hearted. fucking perfect.

  2. Rec 20

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    Mizi, your God asks you. Are you scared of dying?

    The answer is torn from your ribcage, as if Death itself ripped it out of you. It spills out in the form of a laugh and you choose to ignore the question instead, but in your heart, you know the answer—

    Terrified.

    — you knew.

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    09 Jun 2025

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    i fucking love this. i love this so much more than my words can capture. i am such a sucker for second-person fics. it feels so detached in a gorgeous way and i can never get enough of them. this fic captured the revelation of the new comic so well! the way you characterized mizi and her thought process was just perfect, so beautiful. the way mizi’s trait/purpose list (1, 2, 3) slowly changes as the fic goes on is also an amazing narrative choice and really drives the reader forward. sua asking “are you scared of dying?” is such a genius aspect to the narrative, and i love you for it. thank you for writing this and sharing it with the crowd. distant cheering from the mizi fans!!! <33

  3. Rec 14

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    He Xuan shakes their head miserably, looking intently at her. She’s smiling encouragingly, the expression softened and sweet, her eyes glimmering. Their gaze slides down further, to her throat. They want to kiss it, make it theirs; they want to rip it out with their teeth. “What’s wrong with you?” they murmur half-heartedly, but they mean: What’s wrong with me?

     

    Shi Qingxuan doesn’t falter for a moment. “Breathe,” she repeats. “You just got overwhelmed all of a sudden.” He Xuan is overwhelmed, but it’s far from sudden – the pressure’s been building and building to a raging crescendo, and they never had the sense to calm it. Now, it’s far too late.

    He Xuan grapples with their desire for revenge as their feelings for Shi Qingxuan shift.

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    03 Jan 2025

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    every time i read this i am granted extreme joy and extreme agony. holy fuck im losing my marbles. what the hell. genuinely. i have to sit here in bed like a madwoman after reading because i never know what to do next. like FUCK they make me so SICK and you wrote them so WELL and im so SICKKK god. god. no because my marbles have been lost. all over the floor. scrambling to pick them up but all im seeing is the absolute heartache of beefleaf and the loss and the pain and the anger and the resentment that has transformed into something more, something less mean, something just barely sweet, something you (he xuan) must deny, something you captured so effortlessly and beautifully. just. holy fuck. phenomenal. all the way around, phenomenal. <3

  4. Rec 12

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    One of the many downfalls of returning to your alma mater is that it curses lost memories back to life.

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    29 Oct 2024

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    thank you for writing omg ?? genuinely the best thing i’ve read all year. im so happy i found this you wouldn’t believe it. i don’t know what wondrous greatness i did in my past life to deserve finding this fic but it’s actual gold. im gnawing on the bars of my enclosure. i’ve never bookmarked anything in my life but this deserves to be the first thing ever bookmarked on my account. literally never getting over this ever. forgot to bookmark this when i first read but im doing it now. wow. holy fuckingd shitw

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