Teenage! Lan Wangji
Wakes up with a raging boner every morning
Why my thing hard. Why me
Spends so much time in the cold springs
Teenage! Lan Wangji
Wakes up with a raging boner every morning
Why my thing hard. Why me
Spends so much time in the cold springs
Damn his disassociation from his own feelings is very bad. As much as he likes to not dwell on it, these moments are few and far between to remind people he remembers some of the siege of burial mounds and hence he also remembers how painful it was to be at war with his own family on the helm.
Funny how it is that even in midst of a retelling of the worst phase of their relationship, WWX finds comfort in LWJ’s memory the moment he feels sad.
*Looks at the record of his past* Huh..”Strange” indeed how can a person who relentlessly has been consistent in making you aware he cares about your well being in both physical and spiritual sense would make you happy?
Pfft! What a simp( affectionate)
I have come to the realization that how wwx comments on lwjs choice to wear all white is like how English speakers comment on goth/emo kids wearing black. Lwj is ancient chinese goth boi
MDZSInktober Day 25: Guqin
ID: Lan Wangji sits with his legs crossed and a dark guqin across his lap. His eyes are closed and his head is angled slightly toward the right. His fingers hover over the strings. He wears white robes with blue accents. Behind him is a circular window with the silhouette of some vegetation. ED.
everyone do you use the phrase 'shovel talk' in real life because I have never heard it before in my life until after college and then only within like fan spaces but idk maybe it's just not a thing I dealt with in my life and it's a really common thing to say irl
I actually find rabbits in any media fairly boring and I find little apple's attitude a lot more engaging but you know Tu'er Shen it's thematic so it's not a complaint I have for cql I love the presence of the rabbits
All I want to do is read and write fanfic and watch CQL/MDZS/the audiodrama. Homophobic that I am expected to work and go to Arabic class instead
*grumpily slides this onto your dash*
Goddammit I’m writing for this now apparently *angrily tries to figure out if LWJ’s name would be Lan’wang’ji or Lan’ji’wang because Chiss Names are just Like That*
I’m just thinking about how many fics have Wwx after he’s brought back being like “wow Lan Zhan is so wonderful and perfect and it’s been years he must be married now” and I’m so tempted to write a fic where he is married. His wife is the perfect woman for him, they get along great and everyone adores her.
She and Lan Zhan aren’t interested in each other at all. He married her to help her out and they’re literally just bros
Wwx is sad but he can’t figure out why so he’s like “she must not be good for Lan Zhan! That’s why this gives me bad emotions!”, except that other than the fact they aren’t actually in love Lan Zhan and his wife seem like the perfect match.
Wei Ying realizes he’s in love with Lwj eventually and resigns himself to a life of pining despite the fact that Lwj and his wife have been purposely making it obvious to him that they aren’t into each other like that and Wangji is desperately in love with Wei Ying
Lan Wangjis wife: “A-zhan wants you and I don’t have any problems with it. I’m happy about it even. Seriously you can ask him, he’ll tell you the same.”
Wei ‘oblivious’ Wuxian: “So like is this an invitation to a threesome or ????”
Lan Wangjis wife:
it’s funny how i, for years, have been very lukewarm when it comes to male characters in general and then mxtx was like :) and for almost a year now i’ve had tears in my eyes at LEAST once a day over a bunch of boys
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Word Length: 4,125
Tags: Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Big Brother Trio/NMJ-LXC-WWX Friendship/Brotherhood, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Single Father WWX, Wei WuXian’s Canon Genius, Wen Remnants, WangXian
He knows he’s going to die.
As the first half of the Stygian Tiger Seal shatters, he feels the force of the resentful energy slam directly into his chest. Blood quickly fills his mouth, robbing him of the little bit of breathable air the Burial Mounds allowed him to breathe.
He flies through the air, crashing through several burnt, spindly trees before his back slams right into the stone walls of his cave, shattering with the force of his collision. He feels his spine snap, feels the numbness in his legs afterward. Blood is filling his lungs, wet gasps come out haggardly as he suffocates.
He hears the dead before he feels them.
He knows very well the sharp nails and teeth they bare. The strength in their arms and legs, the abilities he’s nurtured in them for the past three years. They would leave nothing left of him.
Thousands of them clamber onto him at once. His arms and legs begin to be pulled in separate directions, his skin is starting to tear. Spirits pound against his chest and claw at his ribs.
His skin is being peeled off, little by little. His bones are being shattered and consumed. He’s growing cold at an alarming rate, howls of the resentful dead fill his ears.
As his heart is devoured whole, he closes his eyes for the last time.
”Wen Zhuliu, “he feels his lips move, hears himself say, “Do you really think you can protect his dog life from me?”
His eyes open. He’s blinking. Standing before him in a darkened room filled with talismans and flickering lanterns are two people who should have been dead years ago.
Wen Zhuliu is like a wall before him, arm swirling with his foul power. Wen Chao is sniveling on the floor, body rocking and jolting at every second longer he spends staring at him.
“Better to die trying, “he knows he’s heard him say that before
Confusion immediately fills his mind.
‘Is this the afterlife?, ‘he questions himself, ‘am I watching my life unfold?”
If that was so, then why wasn’t his childhood included? Where are his parents, his life at Lotus Pier? His months at the Cloud Recesses? The Archery Competition? The Indoctrination?
He flexed his fingers. Rolls his shoulders. Narrows his eyes. Body parts that should have been consumed whole by his ghost army obey him willingly. Air fills his lungs instead of blood; there is no hole punched into his chest. Resentment sings, curls, and dances around him instead of screeching, piercing, and stabbing into his very soul. He feels the achingly familiar feeling of his empty dantian.
To his left, a ghostly woman in red shimmering silks lounges against his leg, running her sharp nails along his thigh, smirking away at the lacerations she’s run along Wen Zhuliu’s bicep. To his right, a deformed toddler clings to his ankle, crunching away at one of Wen Chao’s severed fingers. Both are swimming in resentment. Both are ready and rearing to kill at his command.
‘This is, ‘he finds himself thinking, 'Five years ago.’
He should be dead, his soul ought to be in tatters. There shouldn’t be a single piece of him that survived the Stygian Tiger Seal’s revenge.
But he was alive. He was alive and in the past.
Everyone else was alive as well.
His heart burns.
Wen Zhuliu gets tired of his silence and charges. He stands still as a stone as he approaches. He knows what happens next.
The roof crashes open, and Wen Chao hollers in shock. Zidian wraps around Wen Zhuliu’s neck and he’s raised up high in the air, a strangling gasp tearing from his throat.
Two people fall into the room, dressed in armor he hasn’t seen in half a decade.
Jiang Cheng looks back to make sure that Wen Zhuliu can’t escape before calling to him, “Wei WuXian!”
For a second, he doesn’t see the teenager in front of him. He sees a young man bearing whip and sword leading an army to his doorstep and gas is poured onto the flames in his heart.
“Wei Ying, “he turns to see the Second Jade of Lan
The Light Bearing Lord is as immaculate as ever. Bright, golden eyes, straight posture, elegant clothing waving in the night air. A part of him is struck by him for the barest of moments before he pulls himself together.
“Lan Zhan, “he breathes
Lan WangJi throws a talisman at him.
Hanguang-jun is glaring at him.
As he stares into molten gold daggers, he can’t help but remember seeing that same expression on the man as his gleaming blue and silver sword tried to destroy his ChenQing. He remembers lithe hands trying to snatch his only defense out of his hands as he battled thousands on his lonesome at Nightless City.
He crumbles the talisman he threw and tosses it into a corner.
Jiang Cheng smacks him in the chest and he has to take a deep breathe and mentally restrain himself so he doesn’t lash out.
“You brat!, “Jiang Cheng hollers, “Where have you been all these months?!”
The sight of his former shidi, eyes narrowed, Sandu in his hand and Zidian crackling behind him, does not bring him joy like it once did. In fact, it makes him sick to his stomach.
“Sect Leader Jiang, “he finds himself saying before turning the Second Jade of Lan, “Lan WangJi.”
Jiang Cheng looks bewildered at his address before scowling again, “Here, take your sword. I’m tired of carrying it around.”
The sword slaps into his hands with a muted thud, the red and white tassel brushing against his hand. Subian is as perfect as she always is, her sheath perfectly polished and gleaming in the lanterns’ lights. He grips ChenQing tighter.
He stares at Subian, feeling both a familiar reunion and a loss, “Thanks., ”he mumbles
“Wei Ying, “Lan WangJi stalks towards him
“What?, “he says almost harshly
The Lan heir doesn’t falter, “You were the one who drew those talismans.”
“Yes, “he answers for the second time in his life
“You killed all those Wen soldiers, “Hanguang-jun demands
“I did, “he answers, because it’s the truth
“Wei Ying, “he already knows what he’s going to say, “This path, there are prices to pay for this sort of power.”
He answers what he knows is true, “I can control it.”
“Wei Ying, “the Lan steps even closer, “There are some things beyond your control.”
He feels a familiar irritation in his chest, but he takes a deep breath before replying, “I know what I’m doing. Do not concern yourself with me.”
He walks past the two, Jiang and Lan eyes widen as he slowly draws Subian from her sheath. The sword feels dead and heavy in his hands, starting to drain at him immediately, but at least the blade is still sharp. He stops in front of Wen Zhuliu. The man flails as he tries to get out of Zidian’s hold.
“You pay your debt to Wen Ruohan by spilling innocent blood, “the man grunts as he pushes Subian against his neck, “You deserve this.”
He slashes and blood sprays across the room. Wen Zhuliu’s arms fall to his side, his body swinging back on forth on the electric noose.
Wen Chao shrieks as loud as a banshee as he approaches, tries to curl in on himself as he looms over him.
“This is your punishment for all your wrongdoings, “the Second Wen heir whimpers, snot dribbling down his face as he raises Subian above his head, “Know, this is my mercy, for I could have done far worse.”
Wen Chao gives a final pathetic cry before he drops his blade, ending him once more. The room is still chillingly still; he can feel both Jiang Cheng’s and Lan WangJi’s eyes drilling into him as he wipes blood on his robes and puts Subian back where she belongs.
“Wei Ying, “Lan WangJi tries to step forward once again
“No, “he says, stuffing ChenQing safely back against his waist, “We will not talk about this.”
Lan WangJi clenches his fists, but says nothing more. Jiang Cheng walks over to Wen Chao’s slumped corpse and gives it a harsh kick; blood stains his boot.
“Pathetic, “Jiang Cheng sneers and rubs the dirt on Wen Chao’s robes
Looking at him out of the corner of his eyes, he says nothing. Rolling his shoulder, he gives a sharp nod to the Red Woman and Ghost Child and they disappear. Walking past Lan WangJi, he heads immediately to the stairs.
He needs fresh air.
The Unclean Realm is as eerie as ever. Guards are lined along the looming stone walks and at every entrance, sabers sharpened and ready to be drawn at a moments notice. Grey clouds cover the sky, an impending storm on its way.
As both Jiang Sect Leader and Second Jade touch down, he cautiously hops to the ground. Brushing non-existent dust from his robes, he observes the area, recognizing faces from a siege that hasn’t occurred yet.
“This way, “Jiang Cheng says and he follows.
Part of the training ground had been turned into a medical area; tents are lined up in the far corners to hold medicines and surgical tools. Injured soldiers laid about, the smell of blood and sweat permeated the air along the the stench of alcohols and medicinal powders.
Tending to an injured Nie disciple was a woman dressed in lilac robes gently wrapping the gash along his arm. He hissed as she lowered the limb and pat his shoulder in encouragement. Reaching down to grab another piece of cloth soaked in medicine, she gave a light hum and as she worked.
“Shijie, “he says involuntary, momentarily shocked at the very sight of of her
The woman freezes; then, turning so slowly he could almost mistake her for a low-level corpse, she looks upon him with widened eyes.
“a-Xian, “Jiang Yanli says, almost in a whisper
For the slightest of seconds, he sees a sword stabbing through her throat.
She hops to her feet, robes hiked up as she runs towards them, “a-Xian! Oh you found him!”
Yanli crashes into him, feeling at his arms and face as she searches for wounds she will not find, but he most definitely still feels.
“Oh a-Xian, “Yanli says with tears in her eyes, “Where have you been?”
He doesn’t answer her, merely stares into her once dead eyes, and that earns him a concerned look.
“a-Xian?, “Yanli places a hand on his cheek
“a-Jie, “Jiang Cheng pulls her hand away, “He’s just being weird.”
Jiang Yanli bites her bottom lip at that; wringing her hands, she looks like she wants to ask more.
“Wei-Xiong!, “a clamor draws the groups attention as Nie Huaisang breaks from the entrance of his clansmen’ rooms hall and runs for the first time in his life
“Wei-Xiong, “the Nie heir appraises him, opening his fan and waving it in his direction, “You’re alive.”
He still does not say a word. The second Nie heir is immediately uncomfortable with his silence.
“Huaisang!, “the sound of the Nie Sect Leader’s deep voice makes everyone else jump, and makes him secretly clench his fists
“Da-ge, “Huaisang looks back, "It’s Wei-Xiong!”
Coming up to the small group with the First Jade of Lan, the Nie Sect Leader raises a brow in his direction, “You found him?”
“Yes, “Jiang Cheng replies giving him a side-eye
The Nie Sect Leader is adorned in forest green silks and gold accented armor plates, a stark contrast to the silver and black of the QingheNie disciples. The Lan Sect Leader himself is a contrast to the countless white and pale blue armors of his sect, dressed in deep dark blue robes with silver armor plates. Seeing them both so ready for battle sends him back to Nightless City for a brief moment. He hears people calling for his head.
“Kill the demon!”
“Make sure he’s dead!”
“Kill the demon!”
“Make sure he’s dead!”
“Young Master Wei, “Lan XiChen gives the him a warm smile, “I’m glad to see you safe.”
“Zewu-jun, “he says tersely
The First Jade of Lan blinks at him, seemingly confused and concerned about his tone. Nie MingJue and Huaisang raise a brow, the younger covering the lower half of his face with his fan.
“Xiongzhang, “Lan WangJi walks over to his brother, but his eyes are firmly on him, “Wei Ying is unwell.”
He knows where this conversation is going to lead, and he still has no intention of going to Gusu.
“Young Master Wei, “Lan XiChen roams over him with his eyes, “Are you in need of medical aid?”
“No, “ he answers firmly
“Wei Ying, “Lan WangJi looks ready to argue with him again
“I’m fine, just a bit tired, “the he grunts and grinds his feet into the stone training ground
Nie MingJue seems to notice he’s on the edge of his courtesy and turns to Jiang Cheng, “The rooms next to yours should be empty.”
“Thank you for the hospitality, Nie Zongzhu, “Jiang Cheng snaps his head to look at him, roughly grabbing at his arm and dragging him away
“I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but you need to get a grip, “Jiang Cheng was practically snarling as he stomped down the hall
“a-Xian, did something happen?, “Jiang Yanli says from behind, struggling to keep up with their pace
He did not reply again, pursing his lips as their footsteps echoed down the hall with every one of their steps.
“Ok, enough!, “Jiang Cheng turns and shakes him harshly, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He still did not answer, simply blinked as the Jiang Sect leader gripped his arm even harder.
Jiang Cheng, “Are you trying to be difficult on purpose? This isn’t time to be fucking playing around-”
He snatches his arm out of Jiang WanYin’s hold. Taking a step back, he gave a sharp glance to the two Jiang siblings, freezing them in place.
“I’ll be in my room, “he says quietly
Walking around the last remnants of the Jiang Clan, he strode down the stone halls to the room he once resided in at the beginning of the first war. Stepping into the room, he quickly closes the door and locks it so no one will disturb him.
Letting out a harsh breath, he sits down on the firm mattress and lets out a haggard breath and falls back, hair flying all about him. He closes his eyes, and memories dance on the back of his eyelids. A stern woman. A quiet man. A crying child. A charming granny. An alcohol lover. A family...
Clenching his fists, the air of the room seems to leave his lungs and his entire being is set on fire once more.
It takes him a week to get to Yiling.
“I need to speak to Wen Qing, “he says to the two soldiers at the front gate
They eye him suspiciously, no doubt by this time the fate of Wen Chao had reached far and wide within the Wen army. Dressed in black and blood red robes, they were right to be wary of him.
“Where do you hail from?, “the first guard places a hand on his sword’s pommel
“Nowhere, I’m a traveler, “he lies easily, “I wish to speak with Wen Qing about her medical practices.”
They narrow their eyes at him. He nonchalantly places his had against his hip next to ChenQing. He wouldn’t kill them if he didn’t have to, but if they wouldn’t let him pass, he would have to rough them up.
“Young Master Wei?, “the sound of Wen Ning’s voice calms the ever-burning fire in his heart
“Wen Ning, “he smiles up at the man who looks at him in amazement
“Young Master Wei, ‘Wen Ning strides down to him, looking him over hurriedly, ‘You’re alright? You’re ok?”
“I’m fine, “he says, “I just need to talk to you and your sister. It’s very important.”
Wen Ning nods quickly, “Ok. Ok. RIght; come on in. “he waves off the two guards and they release all the tension in their bodies
Wen Ning leads him through the familiar doors and halls of the supervisory office. He can smell the readily made tinctures and boiling pots of whatever concoctions the Wen doctor was making up. A memory of strong paste being forced past his lips has him smirking just the tiniest bit.
“Jiejie, “Wen Ning tentatively pokes his head in the door at the end of the hall, “We have a guest?”
“Guest, “Wen Qing’s stern voice is like cold water on a hot day, “Who is it?”
“It‘s...”Wen Ning looks back at him for moment and he nods and smiles wider, “It’s Young Master Wei.”
There’s a pause then, and he knows that she must be thinking of the last time that they saw one another. Her hand deep inside his dantian pulling out his golden core while he bites down on a towel and clings to Wen Ning for sanity and reassurance.
He pats Wen Ning on the shoulder and pushes them both inside. Wen Qing’s eyes sharpen as she takes him in.
“Wei WuXian, “she says slowly, stepping away from her mixing table
“I have important information to share with you, “he says, sitting down on the floor
Wen Qing raises a brow at him, but says nothing. She’ll listen to him before deciding to act, and he’s only got one shot at this.
“This is going to sound insane, “he knows her methods to his insanity and has no intention of being paralyzed again, “But it’s true.”
Wen Ning stares at him curiously from the doorway, shutting the door and locking it, and then pressing himself against it in case anyone tries to listen in.
He sighs in remembrance.
He takes a huge breath before saying, “We are all going to die in five years.”
They both flinch at that.
Wen Qing frowns, “You-”
“Not just us, “he interrupts her, “But the rest of your family, Granny Wen, Uncle Four, Aunt Biyu, all of your branch will be slaughtered by the sects.”
They’re frozen as he finishes listing off members of their family he should not know of. It’s harsh, the way he says it, but he knows that Wen Qing wouldn’t want him to sugarcoat anything when it comes to her loved ones; she’d want to know everything so that she could come up with the best way to prevent the outcome.
“I had heard rumors that Wen Chao threw you into the Burial Mounds, “Wen Qing says, but he sees in her eyes she’s contemplating what he’s said, “Could it have warped your mind?”
He knows they have no reason to believe him. The Wen Sect had more cultivators than the entire Sunshot Campaign combined. They had more land and resources available to them. They idea of the sun being shot down was improbable if not outright laughable.
“I can prove it to you, “he replies, eyes almost begging
The seven day walk had given him plenty of time to figure out how to handle this situation. Wen Qing wouldn’t believe him without evidence; luckily, he had three years worth of it.
He urges both Wen siblings to sit down, crossing his legs and reaching a hand out to both of them. Bright red arrays form on his palms, and they both pause for a second before grasping his hands tightly.
He feels his mind slip as they both gasp, falling into his mindscape. Landing on an invisible ground, he grabs them both and face them forward.
“Wei WuXian, “Wen Qing snaps, “What are you?”
“Shhh, “he says in lue of answering, “Watch.”
The area in front of them lights up and morphs into a mirror. It shows clear skies first, then singing birds, the waves of waters and gentle lotus blossoms dancing along the renewed lacquers of Lotus Pier.
Then, he emerges, walking along the market place. He feels Wen Ning tense at the sight of him, two years from now, a little older, more weary and wane. He stops at a vendor selling meat buns and scallion pancakes before the sight of a figure huddled in the alley way catches his attention. Buying two buns, he shuffles over to them, about to give them a meal when recognition fills his face.
Wen Qing is draped in brown, tattered robes, dirt caked to her cut up skin, long hair in disarray, a shell of her former self.
“It’s you, “he says in shock
At the sight of him, Wen Qing jumps and grabs on to the hem of his robes. She’s shaking and near tears.
“Wei WuXian, “Wen Qing clings to him, “I know I said that there would be no more debts between us. But please, a-Ning. Please, save a-Ning.”
The scene changes, they see him rushing to Koi Tower on horseback with Wen Qign in toe. Inside Koi Tower - The Flower Banquet- demanding the location of Wen Ning, only for Jin GuangShan to demand his Stygian Tiger Seal in response. He storms out, shifting into an image of pouring rain and tormented Wen refugees. Wen Ning gasps when he spots Granny Wen and many other relatives among them.
“Get to work, Wen-dogs!, “A guards shouts and waves a peony branding iron in the prisoners’ direction
The scene plays on and he feels the horror consume Wen Qing when Wen Ning’s dead body is displayed before her. He narrows his eyes as he watches himself kill the guards and gather everyone onto the horses. They rain drowns out the scene and the Burial Mounds arises out of the dead waters.
They see the years pass. They see the home they built upon bones and ashes, the love they had nurtured towards one another.
They see Wen Ning’s consciousness revived. They see a-Yuan laugh and cry as he grows older. They see Uncle Four perfect his wine. They see Granny Wen craft a new toy for the toddler. They see Wei WuXian and Wen Qing working to make every day a little bit more livable.
They see Jin ZiXuan’s death.
They see Wen Qing and Wen Ning’s departure.
They see him arrive at Nightless City only to see the Wen Siblings ashes get scattered.
They see Jiang Yanli’s death and the havoc he wreaked afterward.
They see him trying to cobble up a plan for three months to save the rest of their family. They see the army marching up their home with sword, arrows, and fire, destroying everything they had worked so hard to create.
They see him destroy the seal.
A corpses hand rips through his chest and the memories shatter into pieces. The floor beneath them brakes and they fall back to consciousness.
As he slips out of the trance, he immediately feels Wen Qing flick his forehead.
“What are you, “he’s about to complain, but she places her hand on the back of his head and pulls him forward
He feels Wen Ning squeezed up against him and realizes she’s hugging them both as tightly as she could, as if they would disappear if she let up even a little bit. He lets himself relax, finally completely safe.
“You are a fool, Wei WuXian, “she’s smiling when she finally releases him
“Should I count this as the first or one thousandth time you’ve called me that?, “he smirks at her
Wen Qing shakes her head before sniffing and putting on her normal face, “So, what do we do now?”
Wei WuXian is missing from the Unclean Realm the next morning.
A quick search of his room revealed that his bed was hardly slept in, and his sword was left on the nightstand.
“He must have slipped out during the changes of the guards, “the Nie disciple on duty says to his disgruntled sect leader
Jiang Yanli cries and Jiang WanYin rages, but there isn’t really anything they can do about it. War waits for no one and neither the Jiang, Nie, or Lan can spare any men to search for the missing head disciple. Days pass as preparations are made; men train rigorously for the oncoming battles, and Lan WangJi worries all the while while deliberating with his brother.
“It could be that his mind is disturbed, “Lan XiChen offers to his little brother, trying to sooth his ever-growing worry, “We can’t be certain what he’s endured during those months he was missing.”
Wei-Xiong, “Nie Huaisang trembles as WangJi sends a helpless look to the floor
Another month passes before Lan WangJi sees Wei WuXian again. Standing at the gates of the Unclean Realm, he looks both the same as he did at the supervisory office, yet an entirely different man. Stern faced and shock-still, he levels himself with Chifeng-zun who’s almost seething in rage at him.
Wei WuXian did not come alone. Behind him seemed to be a never-ending caravan of people. Some carts were piled high with weapons, others with what seemed to be provisions or medical supplies. One cart was filled with what seemed to be hostages, all tied up, blinded, and gagged. There were some cultivators standing around the wagons, swords at the ready.
In three other carts, WangJi spotted what looked to be civilians. There was at least one granny being circled by a young man and woman and another man who looked like he’s toiled for centuries in the fields.
The most important person, however, was standing at Wei WuXian’s side.
Wen Qing stood tall beside Wei WuXian, her sword strapped to her waist, hilt tight in her hand. Her blazing sun robes sent a spark of fury and anxiety through everyone in the vicinity.
“Attack! Wens have barged the front gate!”
-New fic! I’m excited and I hope you all like it!
-In canon, Wei WuXian was able to watch his life on replay over and over and that’s why he’s more calm. In this fic, since it’s immediately after his death, I think he’d be a little more terse with people and getting calmer as the story progresses, don’t ya think?
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Spite fuels me against people playing fandom HC police like below:
(also, a reminder that MLM content featuring trans characters is still MLM and not any less gay. period)
(lwj voice) Wei Yimg…? open for quality
this close to unfollowing a twit artist I really like for joking about lwj and jc hooking up in the 16 yrs because the concept fills me with revulsion
There was a couple having some drinks, they where... Annoyingly latched to one another. Sharing lewd kisses ans trying to flirt with me 🤮 when a party of 8 woman got into the bar. One had a little crown that said "bride to be"... So the guy that was trying to check the woman's tonsils before... Remember that guy? Well he was "the groom to be"...
The "bride" saw him and froze, the maid of honor saw it too and soon the whole party was at the guy, he tried to escape.
The girls tug on the "other"' s hair and pulled off her wig... Yeah... She wore a wig. There was a whole drama and my boss had to come and fix it.. Police where involved too... And because i was a witness i had to be back at the police station until early morning.. I missed two classes and decided to call it a day...
Working at a bar is never boring.
playing god of war as an absent dad trying to better and now i’m trying to date a brooding father do i have a type
My LWJ fan art... I just thought it would be cool if his guqin strings snapped in the live version like they did in the donghua