LINKDING

summary: “Go to bed,” he says. “It’s late, and I have people I still need to speak to at the party. We’ll play more tomorrow, hm? Uncle will take you somewhere fun, out of the palace. But shh, it’s a secret. We’ll sneak out together during the morning.” That’s such an exciting promise that sleeping at all suddenly seems impossible. And Uncle always keeps his promises, too, so it’s really happening. “Okay,” he says, and makes himself climb underneath the sheets. Uncle smiles approvingly. “Good boy,” he says, smoothing the sheets for him. “Sleep tight. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.” If Uncle says it, then that must mean it’s true. / The last day of Mobei-Jun's childhood, spent with his favorite uncle. ➜ svsss fic about Mobei-Jun as a young child, and his relationship with his favourite uncle Linguang-Jun, before the betrayal ➜ wahhhhh ;_; it's so GOOD, mbj is so young and earnest and trusting, and the reader (who knows what's going to happen) can read impending tragedy into everything lgj does ➜ the way lgj's betrayal permanently altered mbj's ability to trust, to believe in someone's love and care! the loss of the person he could otherwise have grown up to be!!! ➜ 2.5k words long

Summary: Ling Wen wakes up in Hua Cheng's bed. ➤ omg I am LIVING, someone wrote me so many words of ling wen fic wherein post-canon ling wen bodyswaps with xie lian ➤ the ling wen pov in this fic is sooooo good, her pragmatic approach to dealing with whatever happens in her life, her disinterest in attending to her emotions, her independence and unwillingness to rely on anyone who isn't her ➤ and seeing xie lian and hua cheng through ling wen's eyes is so good too!! ➤ there are so many fun character relationship dynamics, connected with a really fun premise, and I loved it all ➤ 8k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>In your head, the dead man wakes up crying. He stutters into awareness just as you manage to stanch the tears welling in your eyes, a response to the pressure of his presence on your limbic system. Your fingers brush, irritated, against the port at the back of your neck, catching at the ridges of the drive that carries his consciousness. He’s confused, lashing out to wrest temporary control of your limbs from you in quick staccato bursts before you can yank them back. “Stop that,” you snap, and then, remembering your client, soften the message with a “please.” Your right pinky twitches and you lasso it in, exerting your will over its movement. You splay your hands on your desk and watch them carefully, pay attention to your toes lest they start off on unwelcome dance routines, but in your head the dead man quiets, and you know he’s beginning to understand.</blockquote> ➤ sci-fi story about a woman with a port-drive into her brain that allowed her to be a great child actor when she was young, and gives her a career as an adult of plugging in the mental backup of a dead person to visit bereaved families who want their beloved dead back again ➤ about identity, embodiment, and not knowing how to want things ➤ also about body-sharing ➤ in second-person pov which works so well for the things this story is about and the things it's doing! the main character is someone who spends most of her time being someone else, after all ➤ it's so compellingly written! ➤ has the perfect ending, which can be so hard to pull off right ➤ 7k words in length ➤ this is the first published story by this author, and something this great is her first; I am excited to think of where she might go from here!