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Immortal Wangxian dealing with modern historical nonsense

They're following the tour guide, seeing what random collection of their old things have been rediscovered, making sure people are learning and enjoying the visit, and enjoying each other's married company. Lan Wangji bought a veggie burger. Wei Wuxian bought the size large dippin' dots.

They're having a lovely time.

One of the people on the tour asks about the marriage between Hanguang-jun and Yiling Laozu.

"Yes, it is a common idea held by enthusiaists, but relationships between male cultivators were more nuanced than is typically understood. Marriages between men did happen, but they were political. In this case, Wei Wuxian was likely married to Lan Wangji as a contingency to control his volatile spirit post-ressurection. However, we can confirm that they were indeed quite close, and had a good freindship-"

Wei Wuxian, immortal, chocolate ice cream at the corner of his mouth, wearing a Lan Wangji keychain that he bought at the gift shop that same morning, "I can assure you we have been married romantic style for eight hundred years. My raunchy poem I wrote him for our 80th anniverary is literally three display cases down.

"What are your qualifications that you can say such crap so confidently? Where did you even find this stuff, anyway? I could have sworn I left that coat in Suzhou a few centuries ago."

"....... eBay, my lord. Sorry."

"eBay? Wow. How much?"

"Um. I believe we paid $500USD."

"I'll try not to take that personally."

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jiang yanli defended wei wuxian to anyone who dared to talk shit about him.

wei wuxian would rather say he died of natural causes than let wen ning think jiang cheng killed him.

jiang cheng was ready to make every excuse to the cultivation world for remaining associated with wei wuxian but wei wuxian wasn't going to let him be disgraced on his behalf.

jiang yanli traveled to the burial mounds herself just to give wei wuxian soup and show him her wedding dress.

jiang cheng kept chenqing in perfect condition.

jiang cheng hunted down every cultivator that could possibly be wei wuxian reincarnated but when wei wuxian got reincarnated he just let him go.

jiang yanli loved and protected both jiang cheng and wei wuxian in their broken family, making sure they stood up for each other instead of standing against each other.

jiang cheng would rather sacrifice his dogs and his golden than have to live without wei wuxian.

wei wuxian feels like he owes jiang cheng and jiang yanli his life, but they never wanted his life, they just wanted him.

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No one gossips about Wei Ying right in front of Lan Zhan’s salad. NO ONE.

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sometimes I think about older Mianmian meeting Jin Ling and I just. have to take a moment.

what do you do when you leave soceity for noble righteous reasons and strike out on your own... only to find out that your best friend got married, had a son, and then was tragically killed by the guy that you left society to stand up for, all in less than two years? that you were at each others' sides your whole lives but because you left in such a scandalous way, you can't even go to his funeral - if you even find out at about it in time? might things have gone differently if you'd been there? could you have saved him? how do you even begin to mourn him? and do you have any right to try and talk to his son?

on a happier note, I think she WOULD talk to him because she knows no one else at Koi Tower would have told him any cool and/or deeply embarrassing stories about Zixuan and you know she absolutely has to remedy that. Cool Auntie Mianmian to the rescue!

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THE UNTAMED | episode forty-seven

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when ur friends send photos they took of u

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✶ . ၄၃ . FIC WRITER ASK GAME !

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jin guangyao you crazy bitch. met two guys in the whole world who trusted him implicitly and decieved them both many times. One of them lost all faith in him and the other refused to doubt him. Killed the first guy and then kept his severed head in his secret torture basement for a decade saying shit like you again.... why wont you leave me alone....girl YOU'RE keeping the head in there. Why do you think. Then when he was STABBED TO DEATH by the other guy after his crimes were revealed he went HOW COULD YOU. this is officially a murder suicide now im bringing this whole building down on top of us! Asked Will you die with me while batting his lashes. Um but then two seconds later he was like actually nvm. Will use my last act on this earth to shove you away to freedom. I love you man. So its just jin guangyao buried under the building now, you'd think, but you'd be wrong. The first guy's restless corpse is buried there with him too. So

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got inspired by a photo of the actress who plays jyl being shared on the mdzs podfic discord

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reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

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Wangxian & colors

[id: six gif clusters showing Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji in “The Untamed”, overlaid with a grid pattern and each featuring a specific color. with over sixty individual gifs within, only the largest will be listed in minor detail.

Red: Wei Wuxian laughing beside Lan Wangji in Xuanyu cave, the Nightless City death scene, Lan Wangji playing for Wei Wuxian, the post-resurrection burial mounds fight scene, the chicken scene.

Dark Blue: the canoe scene in Lotus Pier, Wei Wuxian collapsing in Lotus Pier, the initial reunion in Mo Manor, Lan Wangji restraining Wei Wuxian in Nightless City, Lan Wangji supporting Wei Wuxian in Xuanyu cave.

Light Blue: Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji smiling, Lan Wangji walking away in episode 50, Wei Wuxian smiling at the finale, Lan Wangji’s face when Wei Wuxian drank for him, Lan Wangji stopping the whip from striking Wei WUxian.

Green: Wei Wuxian riding Lil’ Apple with Lan Wangji beside him, reintroductions at Dafan Mountain, Wei Wuxian hiding behind Lan Wangji, Lan Wangji supporting an injured Wei Wuxian, the oaths scene at Cloud Recesses.

Natural: Lan Wangji serving Wei Wuxian alcohol, the parting scene in the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian wiping drunk Lan Wagnji’s face, the meal with Wen Yuan, the first cold spring scene, giving MianMian’s daughter money.

Purple: Lan Wangji giving Wei Wuxian a piggyback ride, the confrontation scene at Qiongqi Path, smiling on the steps of Koi Tower, Wei Wuxian hiding behind Lan Wangji’s sleeve, bowing in Lotus Pier. /end id]

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Alone for Spring Festival? Mad at your dad? (Part 1)

So remember this post from two years ago?

[M, Wangxian (eventually), 2k, 1/?]

Wei Ying had posted the ad partly as a joke and partly because Wen Popo had overstuffed him with yu xiang eggplant and then Fourth Uncle had bet him he wouldn't. Privately, Wei Ying thinks they were just feeling guilty for leaving him all alone on the holiday and wanted to make sure he had something to do and someone to do it with. 

He doesn’t mind not being invited to the larger Wen family celebrations, really. Honestly, he’d rather not be goaded into another fist fight with Wen Chao, or told — for the hundredth time — that A’Yuan would be better off with a “more stable” father. (It’s fine, he endures, but A’Yuan doesn’t need to see that kind of interaction, or to see his father ostracized among supposed family. Wen Popo and Wen Qing will take care to keep him away from that kind of talk in Wei Ying’s absence, for which he is eternally grateful.)

The idea for the ad itself came from Wen Ning, of all people — that boy has a criminally underappreciated mischief streak — and was something that Wei Ying, noted filial disgrace, could get behind and, he thought, perform admirably. It’s always nice to be able to use his “troubled past” for good. 

Mostly, though, it really was just a joke. He never actually expected it to get a response, let alone an honest one. 

But, as it turns out, this particular service is in surprisingly high demand for the holiday season. 

Within twenty-four hours of posting, Wei Ying has over twenty inquiries in his inbox, most of which even look legitimate. Women, mostly, who want to piss off some relative or other, or to stun the cabal of matchmaking aunties into silence. A few who hope to spur prospective lovers into jealous action. One man who apparently thinks it would be funny to pretend to be gay to freak out his sister and brother-in-law. 

Wei Ying deletes that one immediately. He’s fine taking hate, but he doesn’t want to encourage and perpetuate homophobia. The community is homophobic enough on its own.

Which leads him, eventually, to the eighteenth email he’d received. 

From: Luo Qingyang <alwaystheblacksheep@sbcglobal.net> Subject: Alone for Lunar New Year? Mad at your dad?  Hello Craigslist Poster! My name is Luo Qingyang. A friend showed me your ad and I was hoping you might be able to help me out. I wouldn’t say I’m mad at my parents necessarily, but I am gay, and I need a beard. And it might be funny, for me, personally, to show up with the worst beard imaginable so that when I do eventually come out to them, at least it’s "not as bad as that one time…"  It’s a big party, not just family, but a lot of conservative rich folks, so I’m not sure if it’ll be a vibe you’re comfortable with or not. But if you’re interested and still available, I’d love to discuss further details with you.  Thank you for your time, and happy New Year, no matter where you spend it! Luo Qingyang, a dyke who just wants a fucking break ㅠㅠ

It’s the signature that seals it for Wei Ying. He probably would have chosen Luo Qingyang anyway, her cause being the worthiest he’s seen, but the humor in it makes him sure. It will be nice, he thinks, to do something that matters for someone he will likely get along with. 

Well, that and the chance to fuck with rich people. He does love fucking with rich people. 

He takes the Craigslist ad down quickly — before he gets any more responses — and politely declines the other inquiries. He barely even reads the remaining unopened emails, only skimming them enough to make sure nothing else jumps out at him. Nothing does. He’s not sure anything could, if he’s honest. He’s mostly just trying to be thorough. 

It’s late, past midnight, by the time he responds to Luo Qingyang. But that’s the beauty of text-based correspondence: It does not need to be immediately received or responded to. 

From: Wei Ying<suibian@gmail.com> Subject: Re: Alone for Lunar New Year? Mad at your dad? Hey Luo Qingyang, It’s okay. You can say you were cruising the personals I won’t judge ( ^ v ^ ) As a fellow queer, I would love to help you set the stage for family acceptance! And I do love pissing off conservative rich folks!  Can we meet up and discuss the details in person?

Wei Ying includes his cell number and the name of a cafe near enough to his house that he can walk there if he needs to. They agree over text to meet on Thursday morning. 

Luo Qingyang, Wei Ying notices as she walks into the cozy little coffee shop, is very pretty. So pretty that his bisexual ass almost wishes this was for a real date, rather than a fake date. Then he remembers that Luo Qingyang is gay, that he is about to beard for her — badly, on purpose — and that he should probably calm the fuck down about it. 

He waves at her, gesturing to the plum blossom tattoo on his forearm that matches the pre-arranged pattern of her shirt. “Like a spy movie!” she’d texted when he suggested it, and he knew then that this was going to be fun. 

She smiles and waves back at him before approaching the “Order Here” sign. 

He sips at his Americano, the flavor strong and dark on his tongue. One of the reasons he likes this cafe is that the beans are roasted in-house, the slow spin of the mixing shovel and the rich smell lending a pleasant thread of purpose to the cafe's casual atmosphere.

Luo Qingyang's drip coffee is fast. She sips the flooding rim of it as she walks toward Wei Ying, careful not to spill.

Wei Ying rises in his seat, hands coming up as if they can do anything to help her. They can't.

She makes it into the chair across from him just fine, waving him away with a giggle. "I've got it, I've got it!"

"Impressive balance, Luo Qingyang," he says, with all the gravitas he offers A'Yuan when he walks the wide, stationary tightrope of the sidewalk curb. "They've got a heavy pour here. I would have spilled it all over myself!"

Luo Qingyang raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “I thought you worked at a bar. And call me Miammian, everyone does.”

The din is just quiet enough to allow for normal voices. Wei Ying wishes they could sit outside, but it's just too cold this time of year. The winter setting in just hard enough to chase hands into jacket pockets and pinked noses into steaming cups of coffee.

“Ah! Mianmian. I like it." Wei Ying taps the side of his nose and lets his mind reach back, grasping for the towline of memory. "Well, then, Mianmian, you can call me Yuandao.”

Her brow scrunches. It's adorable. “Yuandao? Yuandao… Oh! The Classics? The classic Classics.”

“I run a bookstore, too.” Wei Ying winks. He's been told he's fairly good at it.

Winking. Not running the bookstore.

“Uh huh.” Her voice is flat, but her lips curl at the corners, pressed white in the middle.

He grins wide and shameless. "And I only really pick up shifts at the bar when it gets rowdy enough to hear it through the floorboards."

“You’re a recovering alcoholic who lives above a bar? How very Catholic of you.” 

“In my defense, I lived there while I was a practicing alcoholic too. It’s rent controlled. Sue me.”

Her laugh is adorable, too. They're definitely going to be good friends after this.

The party, it turns out, is being held at Golden Scale Tower — a massive, gaudy, and massively gaudy high rise in the middle of downtown. The owners and party runners are the Jin family. Old Beijing money, now metastasizing in real estate developments everywhere from Las Vegas to Singapore to Dubai.

Mianmian's dad is good friends with the current patriarch, Jin Guangshan, and has been eyeing a match between her and Jin Guangshan's only (legitimate) son, Jin Zixuan.

Wei Ying hums. "Are your parents forcing the issue?"

"Not yet," she says, shaking her head. "Ma and Ba weren't arranged, so they have no particular attachment to arranged marriages."

"And is this Jin Zixuan cool, too? Or do you need me to fight him?"

He'll do it. He meant what he wrote in the Craigslist ad. But he'd rather not get arrested about it, so he'll need some help with plausible deniability if it comes to punching out yet another asshole scion.

Mianmian shakes her head and waves him off with both hands. "No, no, no, no. Zixuan-ge is great. Really, he is," she says, before taking another sip of her coffee. "A bit awkward, definitely. But he was home schooled. What can you do? No. He's a friend. A good friend. I wouldn't even really be upset about marrying him if I had to."

"But you're gay."

"I am." She nods.

"And he's cool."

"He is." She nods again.

"Cool."

"Are you?"

"Cool?"

"Gay."

"Close? I'm bi." He'd show her the blue-purple-pink butterfly he got at his first Pride, but he'd have to unbutton his shirt more than is acceptable at a family friendly establishment such as this. Plus, she might look too close and see what it's trying to cover up. And that's a Whole Conversation that they are in no way familiar enough to start.

"Cool."

Her smile chases away the knife in his belly.

She's easy to talk to — not that he usually has problems with that. But Mianmian holds conversation well. She's fun and funny. She'll be good company for a big fancy event like Spring Festival at Golden Scale Tower.

They hash out the details: when he'll pick her up; what he'll wear; how outrageous he should act, and how drunk; a general no violence unless it becomes necessary rule. The fact that she felt the need to add a qualifier to violence doesn't bode overly well for the night, but Wei Ying is good with playing it by ear. She doesn't want him to propose, but he should act like he's very serious about her. And on and on.

Wei Ying downs the last dregs of his second Americano while Mianmian eyes some sugary monstrosity two tables over. He could order another — or something less caffeinated — and they could hang out for hours more. But Wen Popo is watching A'Yuan, and it's about time both of them went down for an afternoon nap.

When Wei Ying gets home, A'Yuan and Wen Popo are both already asleep. He steps softly through the apartment. His son is laid flat out on his back, arms akimbo, snoring quietly in his small bed. His heels are awfully close to the end of the mattress even though it feels like Wen Qing bought it just last week.

A'Yuan's soft, black hair — wavy like his mother's — smells like his strawberry shampoo. Wei Ying drops a kiss on the crown of his head, and wanders back out to the living room. He'll pass the hour doing the books for the bar. Maybe Fourth Uncle will be both appeased and guilty enough to overlook any insult and let Wei Ying raid his closet for something outrageous to wear to Spring Festival.

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If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

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we ran out of devotion that corrupts. would you guys be cool with devotion thats a little annoying to everyone

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THIRTY-ONE DAYS OF JIEJIE(LY) — day seventeen with bonus lan-er-gongzi !

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wang lingjiao. hell of a woman. never forget the time she said "there's no such thing" as ghosts while surrounded, as she was every day everywhere she went, by professional ghost hunters

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"I asked chatgpt" "i asked grok" yeah well I asked nie huaisang and he doesn't know, he really doesn't know