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in the dead of the night, afterglow

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[ track inspo: https://open.spotify.com/track/5eNYumDY5PCXtKKJ0SWg2r?si=_EXG9fgaR76h_b1m_5jyQg ]

wei wuxian gazes at the sleeping prince below him, his ethereal face softly illuminated by the moonlight. gone are the traces of passion and fire when they’d made love for the first time, the intensity of his lust as he brought him to the throes of pleasure.

all he sees are the gentle, smooth lines of his face, perfect as a jade.

all he feels is the simmering warmth in his heart, something that had long settled ever since he woke up from his nightmarish stupor.

all he feels is the burn behind his eyelids, remembering the faint words lan wangji uttered against the curve of his neck.

oh, gods.

i don’t deserve you, lan zhan.

he grazes lan wangji’s face with his fingertips, very gently, as if he is touching brittle, thin glass.

lan zhan, he breathes against his cheek, i don’t love you.

...

but maybe, in time, i will.

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and in the silence of the night, as wei wuxian sleeps on top of him, lan wangji lets out a tear.

for as long as it takes, i will wait for you.

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in between drunken reveries and (stupid) wishes

aka a bit of a spoiler in my story wherein there might be possible mentions of a very drunk (!!) wei ying deal with his past and creeping present, and how lan wangji never gives up on him. 

i have to confess, it’s so hard to write it down :(

link to the story, if you’re interested: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23033140/chapters/55081075

you see, writing angst involving alcoholism isn’t something i haven’t written EVER. nor is the pain of losing everything in the process of not trying to lose what’s left of you still.

well, i had very nearly lost myself before, but i didn’t turn to alcoholism. isolation was my coping mechanism back then.

but man, i was a total wei-ying-after-the-auction-dead-to-the-world

hopefully, i’ll manage to deliver. after a million angsty moods, that is.

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different

Different

 (one last attempt, one last plea.

or, the meeting once more in yunmeng but…in a different ending, entirely.)

 +eng trans of wangxian’s conversations are from exr translations ; all credits are to the translator.

 lyrics (in italics) are from ‘different’ by winner.

(also posted on my ao3)

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 i’m just different

i can't be a nice guy

you might be hurt because of me

but please don't leave me

 even if i'm a bad guy

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  If Lan WangJi had to be honest, he had no idea what to expect, or what he should do, even.

He had no idea why he is Yunmeng, or of what he seeks here.

(You do, his traitorous mind reminds him. It was of your own volition why you are here.)

Despite the agony and freezing, clawing jealousy he feels in his heart as the ghastly ladies touch Wei Ying in ways he hadn’t even imagined, Lan WangJi still tries to say what he truly wants to say.

“Wei Ying, it is still best if you come back to Gusu with me.”

It is frustrating, however, that the words sound all wrong and garbled. The words are not the ones he truly wants to convey—of what his heart truly cries for ever since he’d seen Wei Ying in a different light.

‘Allow me to protect you. To help you. To get rid of the darkness creeping in your heart and in your soul. This isn’t you, Wei Ying, this isn’t helping you—!’

And it gets worse, after that. Words that were so careless and ridiculous and hurtful, like piercing jabs of a sword—as if Wei Ying is brandishing his own words as how he would wield SuiBian, but Lan WangJi, for all his helplessness, can only receive the jabs.

This is getting nowhere, but Lan WangJi is desperate.

“What can I say?+” Wei Ying spits, and Lan WangJi fights back a flinch. “Even though I don’t think that I’ll regret it, I don’t like it when people take guesses at how I’m going to be in the future, either. +”

For a brief second, Lan WangJi sees the sixteen-year-old Wei Ying in the class, explaining how resentful energies can be harnessed as a tool. For a brief second , Lan WangJi sees the insistent Wei Ying back then in XuanWu Cave, planning how to annihilate the tortoise and struggling to survive.

For a brief second, Lan WangJi sees the odd sparkle in his seemingly dead gray eyes—a sparkle he’d once thought that dimmed when Wei Ying was cloaked with resentful energies.

“I am the one who was out of line+,” Lan WangJi manages to say (mumble) helplessly, desperation and agony starting to crack him on the inside.

Am I the one who does not still see, Wei Ying?

Or is it you who refuses to let anyone see?

Or is it—?

For a brief second he sees that Wei Ying again, convincing him of impossibilities and stupidities and all sorts of things Lan WangJi had once considered ridiculous, yet Wei Ying always proved that he can, that he will, that he will shine anyway.

Is not his very presence now—albeit freezing but definitely alive—the very proof that he still glows in the brightness Lan WangJi has associated him with, despite walking on the dark, lonely path?

Is not Wei Ying’s existence now, after all the horrors brought upon by the Sunshot Campaign, a proof that he is still the Wei Ying he knew?

Before Wei Ying can say anything, Lan WangJi quickly says, “Please forgive me. It…it seems I…I have doubted you. I am sorry.”

Wei Ying pauses, shock momentarily evaporating the frost in his eyes. Even the ghosts with him seem to be stunned.

Lan WangJi takes this as an opportunity to let Wei Ying see that he cares, that he does not guess on what Wei Ying will be in the future. That he is unlike all the Sect Leaders and the rest of the avenging cultivators who only wanted his abilities to win the war, only to be scorned and discarded and shunned later on.

That Wei Ying can trust him, even a little.

(I truly must have gone mad, Lan WangJi thinks dryly.)

“I simply wish that you will be well, Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi continues, desperately holding on to the brittle chance that Wei Ying will listen.  “But if…if my offer of help has offended you, I ask for your forgiveness.”

Bravely (Distraughtly) Lan WangJi meets Wei Ying’s eyes squarely, wishing (and begging) that he will see, truly see—can he not see? Can he not see how real this is, how sincere, how much he loved—?

“I truly am sorry,” is all Lan WangJi manages to whisper, when all he wants to scream is how much he loved the man before him.

Wei Ying is silent, shock still obvious on his face. However, Lan WangJi can see apprehension and curiosity, as if suddenly wondering why Lan WangJi is worried for him. Why he apologized, why he said those words out loud.

Wei Ying has always been an open book, letting his emotions show and echo freely everywhere he went. Wei Ying’s emotions resonate through his laughter and his smiles and the ever-present twinkle in his eyes.

Even if his joyous laughter chilled down to hollow, dark ones, even if his bright smiles morphed into diabolical grins—Wei Ying still wears his emotions on his sleeve, embroidered on a mask of arrogance and boredom.

Something that irked the younger Lan WangJi before, something that caught Lan WangJi’s attention for too long…something that Lan WangJi wished he himself possessed now.

Can Wei Ying see now? See the words Lan WangJi cannot say? Hear the emotions he cannot articulate—?

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says, and Lan WangJi does not sense the usual chill in his voice. It is almost similar to his voice from back then, when they are fifteen and still stuck on the Library Pavilion. “Lan Zhan.”

Lan WangJi does not say anything; he simply waits for Wei Ying to gather his thoughts and speak.

It is a moment—a long, strained moment—before Wei Ying waves his hand.

“Leave.”

For a second, Lan WangJi thinks the word is meant for him—until the ghosts disappear.

Wei Ying sighs heavily, putting down his wine cup as he stares at Lan WangJi. “If I may ask, Lan Zhan,” he starts, “why are you so…so—insistent with this? Why are you always asking me to give up my demonic cultivation, or return to Gusu, for that matter? Are you so repulsed by me because of this? Or is this you being…”

Wei Ying trails off, biting his lip. Although his words sting, Lan WangJi knows that Wei Ying is struggling with his own words as well, doing his best to word his phrases right.

“Never repulsed,” Lan WangJi answers. “Like what I said, I only want to see you well.”

Not like this.

A short, shallow laugh escapes Wei Ying’s lips. “You’re concerned about me.”

It is neither a question, nor an accusation. But concerned will not be Lan WangJi’s choice of word, if he has to be honest.

“Yes.”

“To the point you’re actually asking me to go back to Cloud Recesses? Do you think I’m not aware of what your clan thinks about demonic cultivators like me?”

To this, Lan WangJi cannot answer directly. Instead he says, “But I will not force you upon it, if you do not want to. I…I do not wish to impose such a thing on you.”

(For would it not be similar to what Father did to Mother?)

Wei Ying merely stares at him, his gray eyes unreadable. For a short moment, Lan WangJi cannot help thinking this…frustration he feels right now might be the same one Wei Ying had always felt whenever he coaxed Lan WangJi to talk or even look at him.

Oh, how the tables have turned now.

“Back then, Lan Zhan, you seemed like you’d drag me there to Cloud Recesses should you get the chance,” Wei Ying mutters, dry amusement in his voice.

“Not anymore.”

A raised eyebrow. “Really?”

This is just so exasperating—to try to speak and express, yet his life and who he is prevent Lan WangJi from doing so.

But he tries. He tries so hard anyway; if there is anything Lan WangJi he’d learned from being with Wei Ying, it is to let his walls down a little more just so the other will understand.

“It…you are not one meant to be restrained,” Lan WangJi sighs. “But to remain as someone free.”

Like a soaring bird to the sky, like the rabbits back in his clearing, like the sixteen-year-old youth carefully making his way back to the Cloud Recesses with jars of alcohol in his hands.

Wei Ying chuckles—and it is not a happy sound. “Am I really free?”  he whispers quietly, as if the question is meant for him.

You are, Lan WangJi wants to say, …and you are not.

“But for you to come this far…” Wei Ying trails off, and he looks away. Lan WangJi’s chest tightens at the sight of pain crossing his face.

He wants to reach out and smooth the frown off Wei Ying’s face, yet he stops himself.

(Does he have the right to do so?)

However, the tumultuous feelings inside his chest harshly rock Lan WangJi’s soul, a weak boat against strong waves. They threaten to overwhelm him from the inside, cloud his judgment until he ends up doing something that he will (probably not) regret. His heart constricts further and further until his head slowly starts to spin—

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying’s slightly shaking voice wakes Lan WangJi up from his stupor. “Be honest with me.”

Lan WangJi’s heart pounds with fear and expectation as he waits for Wei Ying to speak. At the same time the desperate part of him softly cries out, ‘When will I not be honest with you?’

Stormy gray eyes meet molten gold orbs. “Why?”

Wei Ying’s whispered question breaks a dam in Lan WangJi’s memories: the night he first met Wei Ying on the rooftops in Cloud Recesses; that day Wei Ying pestered Lan WangJi to look at him; that moment Wei Ying saved him from the Xuanwu of Slaughter; the fleeting instance Wei Ying asked him to sing him a song; the painful memory of Wei Ying dismissing him amidst corpses and vengeful energies—

Why, indeed?

Why is Lan WangJi doing all these; why is he chasing a man who haunts and is haunted; why is he running towards someone, like a desperate man clinging to a heart that cannot be his—?

“I…I like you, Wei Ying.” Lan WangJi’s mouth answers the question Wei Ying uttered and Lan WangJi echoed repeatedly in his mind.

Wei Ying gasps, his face totally blank with stun. “What?”

Lan WangJi pauses. Briefly. He finally realizes what he’d done, what he’d said—

—but it’s too late to run now, is it not

“I like you, Wei Ying,” he repeats, voice firm and eyes never leaving the other man.

“You—you—you what—!” Wei Ying sputters, and Lan WangJi almost laughs at the sight had it been not for the obvious…distress in his face.

And then—Wei Ying bursts out laughing. Loud laughter echoes all over the pavilion, a shocked, hollow, pained laughter that hurts and stings what remains of Lan WangJi’s heart.

This is not the laughter Lan WangJi is used of hearing, not the laughter he hears in his daydreams. This is not the laughter that brightened the Library Pavilion and tingled his heart; this is the laughter that darkens this pavilion even further and breaks his heart.

“Gods, Lan Zhan, no—gods, no,” Wei Ying gasps out, wiping his tears. “Please tell me you’re lying, Second Master Lan.”

“I am not.” Does Wei Ying not see?

“…What.”

“I am not lying, Wei Ying.” Do you not see?

“Please tell me you are, Lan Zhan.” Why does Wei Ying sound like he’s…pleading?

“And if I will not?”

Wei Ying then looks at him, and Lan WangJi stills in shock at the agony in his eyes.

Have I done something wrong—?

“Lan Zhan, please,” Wei Ying whispers, a warning and a prayer. “Tell me you lie. Or jest. Whatever. Take everything back you’ve said.”

“…Why?” Why should I take back the truth of what I told you?

A broken laughter fills the pavilion, anguished and pleading. “Please, Lan Zhan. Just this once. Tell me you lie.”

Lan WangJi doesn’t know which hurts more—his own heartbreak or the obvious torment in Wei Ying’s face.

“I do not lie, Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi says. The words are insistent, words that Lan WangJi will never regret of saying.

Wei Ying groans and buries his face in his hands, fingers pulling at his hair. Lan WangJi is beyond perplexed—what is happening? What is going on, why is Wei Ying hurt at his confession, does he not want to hear them at all—

  —is this where everything ends and burns into nothingness—?

  “Wei Ying?” Lan WangJi softly calls, deliberately reaching out, aching to comfort the other man. But Wei Ying is too far away, hidden in the cloaks of grief.

It is then Wei Ying lowers his hands, the flash of the expression on his face startling Lan WangJi, then Wei Ying shoves the table aside, grabs Lan WangJi’s robes’ lapels and pulls his face to his.

The kiss is hard and harsh, reflecting the tempests in their own hearts; the kiss is raw and desperate, as if seeking for unvoiced answers for muted questions. Wei Ying’s lips are chapped and hungry as they move against Lan WangJi’s; Lan WangJi’s fingers are laced through Wei Ying’s ebony hair as he responds just as fiercely.

Lan WangJi doesn’t know when it started or when it ended, but he feels Wei Ying’s heavy pants against his face and Wei Ying’s forehead against his. Lan WangJi’s body shivers at the intimate proximity, at the seemingly deceiving reality that Wei Ying is in his arms, catching his breaths.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying chokes out, and Lan WangJi’s wounds sting once more. “Lan Zhan.”

“Wei Ying,” is all Lan WangJi can murmur, when all he wants is to scream out how he loved Wei Ying so much, how he burned, how willing he is to let himself burn for Wei Ying.

“…Don’t love a broken man, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying whispers, and Lan WangJi can hear tears in Wei Ying’s voice. “Don’t love him, Lan Zhan.”

Lan WangJi opens his eyes, and he staggers at the actual tears flowing down Wei Ying’s cheeks, his head down. Never had he seen him this vulnerable, so open and aching and bleeding; Lan WangJi had been too used to a happy, carefree Wei Ying and to a cold, distant Wei Ying.

“Please don’t,” Wei Ying grabs fistfuls of Lan WangJi’s robes, his body shuddering with emotions he’d repressed for so long. “Please don’t love him, Lan Zhan.”

Please don’t say you love me, Lan Zhan.

Lan WangJi holds him tighter in his arms, lips on top of Wei Ying’s head. How can he not love a broken man, when he deserved all the love and warmth the world can offer?

How can he not love the broken man in his arms, who brought sunshine and colors in his world and gave it a sense of being?

How can he not love Wei Ying?

“I will love,” Lan Zhan murmurs gently, his hand smoothing Wei Ying’s unruly hair. “I have long loved him, Wei Ying. And I will always love him even if he tells me not to.”

Wei Ying falters and sinks deeper into his body, his body still shaking. “He will break your heart, HanGuang-Jun,” he mumbles against Lan WangJi’s chest.

“My heart is his to break.”

Everything that I am is his—everything that I am is yours, Wei Ying.

“Oh, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying cries softly. “Why?”

Lan Wangji does not answer this time; he simply cradles Wei Ying tenderly in his arms, peppering small kisses on top of his head.

One part of Lan WangJi silently asks—implores—Wei Ying of what he feels for him, if Wei Ying can be his.

Yet the rest is content of having Wei Ying close, warm and alive. Yet the rest does not ask for more; Lan WangJi will wait until Wei Ying answers, if Wei Ying will return his feelings.

But if he does not—

Wei Ying raises his head, red-rimmed eyes staring straight at Lan WangJi’s. His hand gingerly cups Lan WangJi’s cheek, and Lan WangJi leans into the touch.

“I should make you go away, Lan Zhan,” he says very softly. “I should ask you to leave and never return.

“…but I can’t,” Wei Ying smiles weakly, and Lan WangJi softens. “I don’t want you to leave, Lan Zhan.”

“Mn.”

“I want to stay with you, Lan Zhan.”

“Mn.”

“…what should I do?” Lan WangJi is helpless at Wei Ying’s raw vulnerability in front of him. “All that I am now is a broken man, Lan Zhan. What can I offer you? You—you—you deserve someone more, someone of your righteous standing—”

“No one else,” Lan WangJi cuts him off. “Only Wei Ying.”

No one else but Wei Ying.

Wei Ying sinks back to Lan WangJi’s embrace, and the latter revels how Wei Ying fits so perfectly in his arms, how he fills in the gaps and cracks in Lan WangJi’s psyche.

If only this can last forever—no, for a long, long stretch of eternity…

Wei Ying’s smile is small yet gentle, fingers soft against Lan WangJi’s cheek as he raises his head once more. “Lan Zhan…still, I cannot go back to Gusu with you.”

“I know.” Even if it hurts.

“…I cannot stay with you for now.”

“I know.”

Wei Ying reaches back to pull his red ribbon free from his hair and wraps it around Lan WangJi’s wrist. “Keep this with you, anyway,” he says. “To remind you of me.”

Don’t forget me, Lan Zhan.

In return, Lan WangJi unties his forehead ribbon and binds it around Wei Ying’s wrist. “This is now yours,” he says simply.

Wei Ying gapes in surprise, eyes wide and incredulous. “But, Lan Zhan, isn’t this ribbon important to your sect? The last time I pulled it off you, you got so angry at me…”

Lan WangJi shakes his head. “The forehead ribbon is meant for self-restraint…and only the person the wearer loves and cherishes can touch it as he pleases, other than the wearer’s close relatives and family.”

Wei Ying’s silver eyes shimmer with emotions Lan WangJi can and cannot name. His face is bright, although some semblance of sorrow lingers on his expression.

Wei Ying lifts his face and kisses Lan WangJi once more, slow and tender this time. Lan WangJi can hear and feel all the emotions encased within, feel the said emotions envelop Lan Wangji like an embrace.

And Lan WangJi lets his own feelings reach Wei Ying, lets his love flow like an endless river towards Wei Ying.

And Lan WangJi holds on to the whispered words against his lips until he had to eventually leave Yunmeng, until his world crashed and burned in Nightless City when Wei Ying drowned in madness and bathed in red.

 “I love you, too.”

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“Xian Xian’s 3 years old!”

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In the future, you’ll be the sect leader, and I’ll be your subordinate, like your father and my father. So what if the Gusu Lan Sect has its Twin Jades? The Yunmeng Jiang Sect will have its Twin Heroes!  — Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation Chapter 56

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I made a MDZS honorifics guide for one of my friends on twitter so I might as well also put this here 

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The Untamed🐰EP32

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[ this i guess is exactly why sometimes i think wwx would have ended up like jgy or heaven forbid xy had he not been raised in a family who genuinely cared for him ]

lxc, though. :(

jin guangyao’s death scene in the novel reads all like “he led lan xichen to nie mingjue’s coffin so they could die together and then, at the last second, he changed his mind and pushed lan xichen away”

and I call bullshit

that little snake didn’t change his mind

he led him there on purpose. he made it look like he wanted lan xichen to die with him on purpose, and he pushed him out of the way on purpose.

think about it, who, aside from lan wangji knows lan xichen the best? lan xichen has been manipulated by jin guangyao for so long, that he knew exactly where to strike to break lan xichen once and for all  

this is why he reminded lan xichen of all the times jin guangyao had helped him, had helped his clan, had essentially saved his life. all jin guangyao is doing in that last scene is adding one more life debt to the burden of gratitude lan xichen is already carrying, because he knew that the honorable, pure, and infinitely forgiving zewu-jun would literally shatter under the strain

that little fucker was like, “I’ve given you everything including your life, and you killed me, so live with that if you can”

people talk about jin guangyao‘s last moments as if he redeemed himself by saving lan xichen from a situation that he put him in in the first place

and that’s bullshit, because he knows, and we know, that lan xichen would have preferred to die rather than live with the truth

in the end, jin guangyao is no different than xue yang. they would both rather utterly destroy the person they love, then admit that they’re not worthy of being loved by them

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all of the looks of Wei Wuxian｜the Yiling Patriarch ep. 18-33

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[ we stan a jiang yanli!!!!!! ]

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okay but canon divergence au when jyl actually shares this to wwx and jc and wwx just sputters with laughter while jc chokes on his wine

wwx: okay but--shijie, why is it when lan zhan does it to me i melt?

jyl: oHH you do xianxian? *knowing grin*

wwx, pouting: yup! is hanguang-jun that good can you believe it it gets somewhat embarrassing but it’s hanguang-jun so--

jc: SHUT UP I GET IT YOU’RE MARRIED

wwx: ...

wwx: ... *suspicious sniffling*

jyl: a-cheng, you know what to say, right?

jc: sorry.

jc: i forgot you haven’t confessed yet--

jyl: a-cheng!! O___O

wwx, openly bawling: SHIJIE JIANG CHENG IS SUCH A BULLY-!

According to MXTX, the author of the original novel MDZS:

10 Trivia About MDZS:

1) Fairy is actually a husky. When I came up with the outline I didn’t know huskies aren’t too bright, and now my mental image for Fairy is still that of a husky, so let’s just say Fairy has some genetic mutations and is a super smart husky…

2) Lan QiRen has kept a beard since when he was young. But it got shaved off by ZangSe SanRen; he was apoplectic with rage. Decades later, her son did the same thing… (but I didn’t get this into the novel).

3) Jin GuangYao gave Lan XiChen shelter when he was on the run, and at the time he was the bookkeeper for the Nie clan. He washed Lan XiChen’s clothes for him, because LXC did a really bad job at it, and he couldn’t have someone else do it, because if LXC’s family emblem were discovered it would cost him his life, and he couldn’t toss or burn those either.

Jin GuangYao bitched about this to Nie MingJue behind his back, complaining that LXC’s too rough and tore up the clothes when he did the washing.

4) Xiao XingChen is very easily amused. Xue Yang and A-Qing both discovered this and never told him. But Song Lan never found out because he has no sense of humor.

5) Jiang Chen has been to 3 matchmaking sessions. For all sorts of reasons, he’s now black-listed by female cultivators. His requirements are: a beauty who wears no make-up, is demure and obedient, a thrifty homemaker, comes from an upstanding family lineage, whose level of cultivation mustn’t be too high, whose personality mustn’t be too strong, who mustn’t be too talkative, whose voice mustn’t be too loud, who mustn’t be a big spender. Must be good to Jin Ling.

6) Lan SiZhui is older than Jin Ling, but they’re both 172cm (5'8’’). SiZhui was malnourished when little, and wasn’t an enthusiastic eater when he got older, so he was slower to grow. Lan JingYi is 168cm (5'6’’).

7) Before confessing his love to Jiang YanLi, Jin ZiXuan had someone write a long paean and memorized it, but he didn’t get to recite a single sentence. One time after they got married, he felt it was an opportune moment and decided to go for it. Jiang YanLi listened to him deliver the entire thing, patted his face, and turned around and left, because she was too kind to burst out laughing in his face.

8) LWJ knew about WWX’s fear of dogs really early on. A long time ago, Jin ZiXuan also had a spiritual dog, which he kept at the base of the mountain at Cloud Recesses. One day it went up the mountain, just as WWX was scaling the wall to get back inside; the spiritual dog blocked his way and barked like mad, scaring WWX up a tree.

LWJ was the one who herded the dog away. But WWX thought LWJ never saw him trembling up in the trees.

9) WWX found out that although LWJ never talks about it, he really likes to tie WWX up with all sorts of things when they’re going at it.

10) Between these two, the first one I made up my mind about was WWX. At the time I even blogged about it on Weibo to complain: “why is this bottom so difficult to work with? I don’t know what kind of top to give him!”

I went through so many different versions of character design for the top, such as personality, appearance, age, background, experience… it was a mess. In the end, I had an epiphany, and went back to the first version I started with – “That’s him!”

So, LWJ and WWX’s intertwined fates were preordained. They have both the predestined affinity and the predestined entanglement. If it’s him, it’ll always be him.

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I’ve got you, brother.

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Folks, I need/want to write a wedding in the MDZS universe but I don’t understand

What’s with the bowing/kneeling?

What’s the clothing called?

When Jin GuangYao threw off the veil on Qin Su, was that just a flare, or is that required?

What’s the dealio? Give me the low down, share your knowledge with me.

I could Google it but I don’t have enough basis in knowledge to even know what period I’m looking at, let alone if my sources are any good. Plus I find people on here are more eloquent and easy to understand than articles would be

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!!

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...or the yunmeng scene re-imagined

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“Please tell me you are, Lan Zhan.” Why does Wei Ying sound like he’s…pleading?

“And if I will not?”

Wei Ying then looks at him, and Lan WangJi stills in shock.

“Lan Zhan, please,” Wei Ying whispers, a warning and a prayer. “Tell me you lie. Or jest. Whatever. Take everything back you’ve said.”

“…Why?”

A broken laughter, anguished and pleading. “…I…I might not be able to let you go.”

“…And if I want to stay?”

A strangled gasp.

“…And if I want to be with you, Wei Ying, will you let me?”

…

 Please, Lan Zhan. Don’t do this to me.

[coffee-and-cookies-mochi]

me: is supposed to study for an interview i hope i get This Time

also me: ....okay but how do i put yiling laozu!wwx and hanguang-jun fighting together in a battle field and giving everyone (lan sect elders included) one hell of an amazing show [but ofc it’s post-canon!]

....like imagine the badassery and yes the shameless flirting courtesy of wwx lmao

wwx, all red eyes and terrifying aura: oh, hanguang-jun! i’m sorry i wasn’t able to meet you at the front gate i got busy with this-

lwj, calm and smiling a little as he walks to him: mn. it is all right.

wwx: anyway, dear husband, where’s the rice cakes and sweets that you promised me~?

 jc, lan juniors, lqr: *chokes*

 lwj: *shows wwx the qiankun pouch* here.

 wwx, smiling widely and cheeks flushed and basically yiling laozu being uncharacteristically him: waaaaa, so benevolent!! you’re such a kind, sweet husband, er-gege~ --

jiang cheng, 100% done: YOU TWO BETTER STOP F-CKING FLIRTING WE’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT AND YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE DOWN THESE FIENDS

the fiends: ...