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🦊 Paintbrushfox & Lilacfox2 on twt 🎨 Artist & Writer ✏️ She/Her 🦊 Disabled & Partially Sighted 🎨 18+ Only ✏️ MDZS, TGCF, BSD, BNHA, etc 🦊 INFP 🎨 34 ✏️Pan & Aro 🦊

I'm pretty friendly but will drop you like a brick if you throw fandom drama at me 💜
Haha jk turns out the ambulance we booked in advance can't pick me up until basically quarter past four, clinic closes at 5. My appointment was at 2 ...

Oh well maybe I'll be back on the good meds when it's rescheduled. 🤷
December 4, 2025 at 2:08 PM
Room, as well as un-stair-liftable stairs so I'm just stuck here until people can lift me out.

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December 4, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Thank you so much! Can't believe another year has passed by so fast 🥹💜
November 30, 2025 at 9:15 PM
Thank you! 💜
November 30, 2025 at 9:14 PM
Thank you! I'm a night owl so most of the day I slept but waking up to being wished happy birthday by you is a highlight! 💜💜
November 30, 2025 at 9:14 PM
Thank you! 💜
November 30, 2025 at 10:29 AM
Laoshi hot on her heels.

"Welcome home, A-Ying." Feng Tengfei says warmly, lifting him down to the ground.

Wei Ying beams.

He's home.

[END]

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November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
faintly familiar lines of talismans. He leans forward to try and read them, but can't figure them out.

"Well, we're here." Feng Yingtai calls, leaping from her seat on the wagon, taking his meimei with her. Xiao Huli wriggles out of her grasp and goes running off down the side of the house with
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
from the village. It's definitely not the biggest house Wei Ying has seen on his journey here, but it looks inviting. Like the rest of the village, the foundation is made of stone, with large wooden beams at each corner. However, unlike other houses, the beams of this property are carved with the
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
question flashing across his expression when he spies Wei Ying. He huffs, but returns to working the forge, hammer striking the metal on an anvil skilfully.

Many other villagers wave or raise eyebrows at the wagon, but don't say anything. Eventually, they come to a stop at a house a little further
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
balding man with a moustache and beard. "He used to work with the Lan sect, but chose to retire when his son took over. When you're older, he'll make your swords. He doesn't make cultivation weapons any more, but he still remembers how."

Said man nods his head as they pass, a look of surprise and
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
"Bai-ayi is the village seamstress. She and her two daughters have a loom and make their own dyes. She'll want to measure you so you can have warm Winter robes." Feng Tengfei explains, a comforting hand on Wei Ying's shoulder.

"Fu-shushu runs the blacksmithy." He continues, gesturing to a gruff,
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
Wei Ying as the wagon goes by her garden. She raises her eyebrows, chuckles, then returns to whatever she was doing. "I'll catch up with you later!" She says, her voice carrying across the street.

"We'll have tea waiting for you, Bai-ayi!" Feng Yingtai yells back, eyes twinkling like jewels.
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
wave at the wagon as it keeps going.

"Come sit up front, you two." Feng Yingtai calls, and his meimei scrambles to sit in her sister's lap. "Welcome to Huang Niao village, a-Ying." She adds, when Wei Ying has settled himself between the Feng siblings.

An older lady in thick hemp robes glances at
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
Soon, wooden houses with stone foundations appear up ahead. The village itself is of a decent size - Wei Ying can see large fields of rugged earth, a cluster of shops, a blacksmith's smithy and houses of varying sizes. A few people are haggling at the small market by the town's well. They pause and
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
moment later, the wagon pulls to the left and heads down an old, dirt road that is sandwiched between mountains. Windblown trees of cypress and pine form a sort of arch that the wagon passes below, almost bare birch trees drop more of their pretty golden leaves, and rhododendrons line their path.
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
he has their ashes, and can burn things for them and have a tablet with their names on it in the village.

The road narrows a little more, still plenty of room for one wagon, but not much else. Mist blankets the ground up ahead, yet, if he squints, he thinks he can see a fork in the road. Indeed, a
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
"We just had to put blue stones around her so her spirit was protected from bad things." She said with a shrug.

Wei Ying still hasn't quite wrapped his head around the idea of just leaving a body. He supposes that, minus the stones, his parents had been left like his meimei's Mama. But, he is glad
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
belongings - at least he has something.

Secured tightly nearby, his parents ashes are kept in two neat, simple urns. Xiao Huli said that her Mama's people weren't as keen on ashes, and her Mama requested that if she ever died, she should be left to return to the earth without burial or burning.
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
front of his Mama on their donkey. He hopes Gua's new owners are kind to him. He was a nice donkey, and it's sad that jiejie couldn't find him to take him with them. Still... he glances at the two, still slightly dirty qiankun pouches, as well as the cloth bundle that contains his Mama and Baba's
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
to leave their horses and the wagon in a nearby town, then slowly, crate by crate, fly them over to the village. It was the first time our parents let us fly on their swords up high."

Wei Ying nods seriously. He can't remember flying on a sword; only riding on his Baba's shoulders or sitting in
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM
early, and only one snow, it melts quickly and the path is safe within a day or two. If the weather gets cold earlier, then the village normally has a week to gather what they can before they're snowed in. It's only happened once before, when me and meimei were very little. Our A-Niang and A-Die had
November 27, 2025 at 8:10 AM