Warnings before you read this: This does involve shipping, so of you don't like that then don't read this. There will be torture involved in this and also mentions of abuse and similar stuff to that, so if you don't like that then don't read this. And those are all the warnings I can think of right now Grian wakes up in a superflat world set to night with a red moon shining over him, he has no idea how he got her but he has a strange pull to build random things. Back at Hermitcraft everyone is wondering where the builders gone. And who are these Evolutionists that suddenly appeared claiming to be Grian's friends? UPDATE AS OF 2025: Some content has been removed/edited. Story has not changed at all, as they are only minor changes, but there HAS been changes

Post-canon, when Jiang Cheng's upended life still has to go on. Whether his core was his or not, whether Wei Wuxian takes back his parting words or not, whether everything else goes to hell or not. Life still goes on. Time still passes. Jiang Cheng still has to... well, live. To run a sect, supervise death-infested night hunts, raise a grown teen, accept a friendship- Wait, that last part is a mistake. Sandu Shengshou is not built for friends. Really. .... Oh for fuck's sake- He already has a legion of things to worry about. When, how, and why the hell is friendship with ZeWu-jun suddenly in the equation? "Hey, hey, I heard Sect Leader Jiang and Sect Leader Lan are sworn brothers." "I think it was lovers. "No, it's definitely cultivation partners." _ But this story can't purely be about that, can it? Not when things are always not as they seem. ────── ➽ Indonesian translation available by YueXueLiang ➽ oh and this fic's like eight years old even tho im editing it so---

🤍 COMPLETED STORY 🤍 {WARNING; this story contains themes such as. Abuse, Swearing, Drug references, slight NSFW smut themes, AND DUMB ASS PUNS} ♪───★彡────♪ Alastor was a dapper radio host. Angelo was the flirty son of a mob boss. The two meeting was that of fate. That charming smile made Angelo quiver~ And Alastor smile a little wider in anticipation The stage was set! It is the 1920's in New Orleans!!! And there's a serial killer on the loose~ ♪───★彡────♪