Inspired by the recent real-life experience of @_ceesaw buying @SBDLWJ0523 a present, and with their kind permission, I present (lol) to you The Carrot Dildo Incident: a threadfic.
It all starts when LWJ acquires some rabbits. WWX, supportive roommate that he is, decides to celebrate this event by buying LWJ some rabbit-related gifts -- pet supplies, some treats, and this novelty carrot from Etsy:
When the package arrives, a week later, WWX realizes 2 things:
1) Etsy has a rule that sex toys sold on the site must be listed as novelty items
2) WWX, being an engineer, is far more used to cm than he is with inches, and has perhaps made some assumptions about the dimensions
Faced with the panic that comes with the horrible realization that he's just bought LWJ 1) a carrot dildo, and 2) a GIANT carrot dildo, WWX does the only thing he can: he tells LWJ that the carrot dildo is for himself. Not for LWJ, haha, nope, all for Wei Ying and Wei Ying alone!
(please find attached to this post some visual references for the aforementioned carrot dildo)
Unbeknownst to WWX, his newly acquired carrot dildo, and his carrot dildo-induced panic attack, LWJ also makes some assumptions as a result of this conversation. Namely:
1) WWX is a size queen
2) WWX would thus have no interest in LWJ, because LWJ's dick is too small for him
This misunderstanding is perpetuated by the way ordering the carrot dildo permanently messes up WWX's Etsy and Google algorithms.
When WWX shows LWJ something on Youtube, the preview ad is a kindly narrated commercial about how you DON'T have to live with erectile dysfunction.
When WWX wants to show LWJ a gift idea on Etsy for NHS's birthday, they both have to politely ignore the fact that all of WWX's recommended items are lingerie, sex toys, and bondage gear.
There's also the fact that the carrot dildo is always just THERE, prominently displayed in WWX's room because WWX can't put it away now, he made such a big deal about how much he liked it when he first opened the package!
But that means LWJ is left glaring at it sadly every time he walks by, and then being annoyed at himself for glaring because even he can see that it's ridiculous to feel insecure about his dick because of a silicone carrot.
This continues until one day, NHS does his periodic check-in call with LWJ about how his "unrequited" pining for WWX is going (he's trying to be supportive, and also has a lot of money in the betting pool).
LWJ: I do not believe Wei Ying returns my feelings.
NHS: lol that's not what his priv twt and our dm history would say, but go on, elaborate
LWJ: Wei Ying's size preferences are incompatible with my existing physical measurements.
NHS:
NHS has basically grown up alongside LWJ since their brothers are BFFs, and so was around when LWJ's puberty hit and his dick grew three sizes seemingly overnight. Naturally, he assumes that WWX had finally caught a glimpse of said dick and got scared off.
So he messages WWX.
NHS: you know, wei-xiong normally I'm 100% team xian for the wangxian divide but I have to say, I'm kind of disappointed with you this time
WWX: ??
NHS: I never took you for a coward
WWX: ??????
And then NHS explains the conversation he'd just had with LWJ.
As it turns out, WWX IS a size queen, thank you, and is so indignant at the idea of anyone -- ESPECIALLY LWJ -- thinking he's a dick coward that he barges into LWJ's room with his toy box in hand. "How dare you think my hole is weak," WWX says, dumping out his toys.
WWX is 3 (respectably large) dildos into his rant about the structural integrity of his hole when he looks up and sees that LWJ is just staring at him, eyes wide, face tomato red.
Which is how they both realize that they might have each missed crucial parts of this conversation.
WWX: you DON'T think my hole is weak
LWJ: I have the utmost respect for the integrity of your hole
WWX: so when you said that my size preferences are incompatible with your physical measurements...?
LWJ:
WWX:
LWJ: the carrot
WWX:
LWJ:
WWX: okay I need to tell you something and you have to promise me you won't laugh--
LWJ doesn't laugh. He does, however, after a few more minutes of illuminating conversation, pin WWX to the bed and take off his own pants.
WWX: oh wow😳
LWJ, known bitch: is it too small?
And then they bang, and WWX is able to demonstrate the integrity of his hole, multiple times, with enthusiasm and admirable vigour.
The carrot dildo stays on the shelf.
THE END
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What CLJ and Black Sails have in common (almost nothing! EXCEPT!!) is that they both do a thing that makes me absolutely feral about a show: internal narrative consistency.
Think of a show like a high school essay, where you present a thesis* and provide supporting arguments.
(*not every show needs to do this! some shows can just be fun and entertaining! and that's valid and fine and great! sometimes it's nice to just come for the pretty pictures and cool explosions. not everything needs to """elevate the genre""" or be a """cultural reset""")
The quality of the essay is judged not by the thesis, but by the supporting arguments. Are they relevant? Are they persuasive? Are they consistent? Can they stand up to reader (or even internal) whataboutism? Does the essay lead to a conclusion that feels inevitable and right?
On this most glorious occasion of our beloved @aeryies's birthday, I present a humble threadfic offering to answer a question I'd neglected to address during my original Wenzhou Chinese New Year threadfic: how the heck did ZZS not starve to death before he met WKX?
Let's go:
So, ZZS retires from his Dubiously Legal and Even More Dubiously Moral Job. The retiring itself happens relatively peacefully (ZZS wants out, his employer wants a 'cleaner' image, paying ZZS a severance package wastes less money and manpower than trying to put a hit out on him).
However, ZZS's beloved underlings are more concerned, because 1) they love him, and 2) he's been their workaholic boss for the past 10 years who doesn't even have any hobbies, and now he's going to have a whole LIFE?
Clearly, what ZZS needs is a post-retirement project.
In honour of my family confirming my belief that Chinese People Don't Communicate, I am now contemplating the idea of post-canon!ZZS marrying WKX and just. not telling him.
Obviously, it's WKX's fault; ZZS has been giving increasingly obvious hints he's DFM (Down For Marriage) for ages. Those hints have just gone over WKX's beautiful head, and ZZS isn't getting any younger! (uh, or older. But that's not the point). The point is this:
1) they're going to be together for the rest of their lives anyway 2) it's not like WKX is going to marry anyone else, haha he'd better not or else ZZS is going to beat his ass into the next five reincarnations 3) ZZS maybe has heart-feelings for him. Just a little bit.
Wenzhou concert!AU where everyone lives, Zhao Jing and Xie Wang aren’t evil. Everyone gets together for Chinese New Year, and Luo-yi nags WKX about how he’s still single. Warning: this is 90% just Chinese family dinner jokes, and may not be funny if you're not Chinese.
Let's go.
It all starts when A-Xiang texts in the family Wechat that she’s going to bring her boyfriend to CNY dinner this year. This is, of course, a Big Deal, because everyone knows that bringing a significant other to CNY dinner means that marriage is imminent.
WKX is happy for her, for about 6 seconds. Then he realizes that if his baby sister gets married before he does, then Luo-yi is going to spend the entirety of CNY lecturing him about why he’s still single when even little A-Xiang is getting married? Why can’t he find someone
For a dear friend, who's having a very big day tomorrow:
LWJ realizing that the Venn diagram of WWX's idea of aftercare vs. actual aftercare is just two completely separate circles, a nsfw🔞threadfic:
It starts when WWX's staying overnight at LWJ's one day, and the baggy lounge pants that he's borrowing to wear as after-shower PJs sags down his hips and reveals a watercolour splay of bruises.
LWJ notices immediately, of course. "Wei Ying?"
"Hm?" He looks down. "Oh. OH!"
"It's not what you think!"
LWJ blinks at him. "You're NOT currently engaged in a BDSM relationship?"
WWX, fully preparing to explain that he wasn't very selectively beaten up, gapes. "You uh, know about that kind of thing?"
LWJ shrugs. "I have a moderate amount of experience."
My Wife @marybethdecker and I spent the day discussing marriage politics in her fic, "cast your bitterness into the sea" (archiveofourown.org/works/23633263) in which Wen Ruohan gets taken down by his much cooler older sister who then marries Jiang Cheng (shhh, it works, trust me).
And we realized that given the highly unbalanced ratio of male to female cultivators that we see in canon, and given the importance of getting married and having kids, it must SUCK to be a male cultivator in WWX's generation:
A thread.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a cultivation family in possession of sons, must be in dire need of someone else's daughter.
If you're a male cultivator in WWX's generation, this is a problem.