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30 Days of The Untamed 2 -- favorite episode
Oh jeez, I'm expected to remember what happened in which episode now? It's all a blur~
*one quick trip to wikipedia later*
26! Wei Wuxian going after Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian terrorizing the Jin sect, Wei Wuxian leading the Wen remnants to saftey through the pouring rain...look, I too want to protect Wen Ning and I love a powerful and terrifying Yiling Patriarch and I love when the series shows its creepy side and I also love painful looks of longing in the rain (though that one might've been in the next episode, I don't recall precisely where the break was)

A discord server I'm in has a weekly writing event with short prompt fills, here's what I wrote last night. It's the setup to an AU where Mo Ziyuan (Mo Xuanyu's cousin) wasn't an awful person (but the rest of his family still was). Novel-verse, but that's only relevant here for the specifics of the body-sacrifice ritual. Content warnings for suicide, blood.

Mo Ziyuan pounded at the door of his cousin’s little hut. Mother had gone too far this time, and he’d found out far too late, cruel servants’ gossip still far more kind than his mother’s inevitable boasting. “Yu-ge! Yu-ge, open the door!”

He’d only been nine, when his cousin came back from Lanling Jin, and it took him far too long to realize the sheer wrongness of how Mother treated him. Far too long, after that, to reach out and earn back any sort of trust from Mo Xuanyu. It wasn’t enough. But what could he do? “Yu-ge, please, don’t do anything--rash,” he’d begged countless times. “When I’m of age, I’ll—”

It wasn’t enough.

And this time, Mother had gone too far.

“Yu-ge!”

Mo Ziyuan kicked down the door.

The first sight he registered wasn’t the blood, wasn’t his cousin’s motionless body on the floor. It was the utter stillness of the room. Dust hanging in the wake of a sunbeam. And then the blood, scrawled across the floor in one of those arrays Yu-ge had refused to teach him. Far too much blood.

There was a note. “A-Yuan, I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait,” it began, and Mo Ziyuan couldn’t read the rest. That still, still dust had gotten into his eyes. Yu-ge--Yu-ge couldn’t be—

Too much blood. Too late, and not enough.

And then, his cousin’s body sat up.

(I am not sure how to make things I copied from google docs have the same font/size)