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trevorxparrish · 2 years ago

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COVAIRECITYRP TASK 004: ❝ BACK TO BASICS ❞

General

FULL NAME: Trefor Wei Parrish (goes by Trevor Parrish) AGE/DOB: 180. March 13th, 1880 HEIGHT: 1,83 m / 6′0″ WEIGHT: 185 lbs / 84 kg ETHNICITY: mixed. Welsh / Chinese GENDER: cis-male HAIR: dark brown (almost black) EYES: dark auburn (almost black) SCARS: couples here and there, from the many battles in fought in Covaire City. TATTOOS: one that covers his back (here). PIERCINGS: both nipples (but doesn't always wear them). LANGUAGES: english, welsh, french, mandarin, cantonese, ASL, southern CSL, FSL (fluent). spanish, italian, korean (comfortable). EDUCATION: university, history. OCCUPATION: archivist at the Dominion. SEXUAL IDENTIFICATION: homoflexible ROMANTIC IDENTIFICATION: panromatic TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic-Sanguine. The Harmonizer. The combination is driven by two temperament needs. The primary temperament need is to be accommodating. The secondary need is to be accepted socially. Either need may dominate their behavior depending on the requirements of the situation. They prefer a mostly private, routine existence, and involvement with family and a few friends. They stubbornly resist change—especially sudden change. They are loyal, consistent, and dependable. They are naturally service minded and will often work when they are ill. They are very independent minded and want to operate by themselves and set their own pace. They learn by doing (hands on). The Phlegmatic-Sanguine can do routine work but will need some change during the day. They have a very difficult time saying no and will often take on more than they can do just to please others. They are easy to like, and they have a very pleasant, soft voice. They are friendlier after warming-up. MYERS BRIGGS TYPE: ISTP. A Virtuoso. They are with the introverted, observant, thinking, and prospecting personality traits. They tend to have an individualistic mindset, pursuing goals without needing much external connection. They engage in life with inquisitiveness and personal skill, varying their approach as needed. MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral. A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs him. Order and organization are paramount to them. They may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or they may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government. Lawful neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you are reliable and honorable without being a zealot. However, lawful neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all freedom, choice, and diversity in society.

Specifics

FAVORITE FOOD: shortbread cookies, marbled ribeye steak, apples. FAVORITE DRINK: tea. FAVORITE BRAND: Voutilainen, Andreas Strehler, Greubel Forsey (watches). FAVORITE PLACE: woods, lake in the mountains, his noodle couch, his own bed. FAVORITE HOBBY: repairing/restoring clocks and old objects, playing the gupin or C key dizi, sketching clocks and cogs, hiking, making historical dioramas. FAVORITE ARTIST: None. FAVORITE MUSICIAN: None. FAVORITE TV SHOW: Le sexe autour du monde, Doctor Who. FAVORITE MOVIE: Tennet. FAVORITE BOOK: 魔道祖师. FAVORITE SCENT: warm skin under the sun. FAVORITE COLOUR: none. FAVORITE TEXTURE: worn out leather, warm skin. FAVORITE PERSON: his little brother.

Random

LIST FIVE THINGS THEY LIKE: his job, fighting, communicating with animals, big cocks, loyalty to the city. LIST FIVE THINGS THEY DISLIKE: treason to the city, being mocked, food waste, disrespect to the Alpha, boring and/or cliché endings. PET PEEVE: overly emotional people (because of his sixth sense). PERSONALITY TYPES THEY PREFER: honest, passionate, loyal, dominant (sex partners). PERSONALITY TYPES THEY AVOID: liars, meek, disloyal, childish, condescending, disrespectful, submissive (sex partners). ACHILLES HEEL: great sex with a good-looking matured face. LIST THREE THINGS THEY LIKE ABOUT THEMSELVES: the control over his new powers, his tattoo, and his memory capacity. LIST THREE THINGS THEY DISLIKE ABOUT THEMSELVES: his inability to stay away from toxic people over good sex, that he keeps protecting a tainted legacy, his lack of social life outside of his - now gone - family, and work. FASHION STYLE: casual and toned down version of steampunk on the average, but he’s prone to t-shirt and a dark pair of denim. LIST TWO SEX POSITIONS THEY PREFER: lowered dog/face-down doggy, mating press. LIST TWO SEX POSITIONS THEY AVOID: anti-kinks are what turns him off; he likes to experiment.

#ccitytasks #ccitytask004 #—Trevor×Life

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lesbianyanli · 4 years ago

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POV you're one of pei ming's children at your gupin recital and you see the three tumors in the crowd

#pei ming #ling wen #shi wudu #tgcf #heaven's official blessing

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mortallyclearwonderland · 4 years ago

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Star Wars Alien Species - Ewok

Endor (also known as the Forest Moon of Endor and the Sanctuary Moon) was a small forested moon orbiting the gas giant planet of Endor and was the farthest moon away from it. An enchanted world, Endor was notable for being the native home of the Ewoks, and being the location of the Battle of Endor, which would result in the downfall of the Empire and the first death of the Emperor Palpatine. Due to its proximity to the Unknown Regions, Endor was a relatively quiet planetoid both prior to and after the battle.

Despite their primitive technology and their isolated homeworld, Ewoks were not totally unknown in the wider galaxy, even before the arrival of the Galactic Empire on Endor. As early as 3639 BBY, an Ewok mercenary named Treek became involved in the events of the Galactic War. Centuries later, during the Clone Wars, "Ewok Jerky" was sold at Power Sliders, a diner on the planet Abafar. The phrase "a Rodian in Ewok's clothing" was used by Mon Mothma in a speech she gave on Agamar before the Battle of Yavin.

The Ewoks of Bright Tree Village, led by Chief Chirpa and the medicine man Logray, had extensive contact with offworlders. These Ewoks helped the shipwrecked Humans Mace and Cindel Towani rescue their parents from a Gorax. Later, a group of Sanyassan Marauders who had crashed on the Forest Moon several decades earlier attacked the Ewoks, killing all of the Towani family except for Cindel, and taking several Ewoks prisoner. A young Ewok named Wicket Wystri Warrick helped Cindel and another shipwrecked Human (Noa Briqualon) defeat the Sanyassans, rescue the prisoners, and find the parts needed to repair Briqualon's ship. Finally, they helped stop an Imperial scientist named Dr. Raygar, who attempted to steal the sacred Sunstar and use it to take control of the Empire.

The Ewoks also had contact with the many other sentient species on the Forest Moon, such as the Yuzzums, Gupins, Lizard Warriors, and Teeks. Their cousins, the swamp-dwelling Duloks, were rivals of the Ewoks, and often made trouble for them.

When the Galactic Empire began operations on the moon of Endor, they dismissed the primitive species as harmless. However, a botched attempt at first contact with Ewoks by some Imperial soldiers resulted in Ewoks terrorizing Imperial positions. Many Ewoks were taken as slaves. Imperial operations were situated around the area near Bright Tree Village. Princess Leia Organa, part of a Rebel strike team, met and befriended Wicket W. Warrick, who took her back to his village as an honored guest.

Meanwhile, another group of Ewoks had captured Luke Skywalker, Chewbacca, Han Solo, R2-D2, and C-3PO. When the Ewoks saw the protocol droid C-3PO, they identified him as a long-prophesied god called "The Golden One." Despite Wicket and Leia's protests, Logray would have sacrificed them as a feast in C-3PO's honor. Skywalker's use of the Force combined with C-3PO's warnings soon changed Chief Chirpa's mind, however.

That night, C-3PO told the Council of Elders the adventures of the Rebel heroes. The Ewoks accepted the Rebels into their tribe, and allied themselves to their cause. The Ewoks helped in the ground battle to destroy the Imperial shield generator on the forest floor, and their primitive weapons felled the stormtroopers and the scout walkers of the Empire, although they took many losses to Imperial blaster fire. This assistance paved the way for the destruction of the second Death Star and the Rebel victory at the Battle of Endor. Later that night, the Ewoks held a huge celebration that could be heard throughout the forest. The Ewoks were determined to save their forest by several means.

After the Battle of Endor, some Imperial propaganda stated that the Ewoks were driven into extinction due to the after effects of the battle. In fact, the Rebel forces managed to stop the debris from the Death Star II from having a serious environmental effect on the forest moon.

Hume Tarl, a surviving Imperial Stormtrooper from the battle, however, hated the Ewoks for their methods of battle, as they had killed several of his comrades in various brutal ways. He later shared his experiences to Cindel Towani, voicing his opinion on the Ewoks.

After the Rebellion reorganized into the Alliance of Free Planets, the Alliance used Bright Tree Village as their headquarters for a brief period of time. Even with the Imperial forces gone from Endor, it was a turbulent time for the Ewoks. The Hiromi instigated a conflict between the Lahsbee and the Ewoks, which was resolved through the Alliance's efforts. Soon afterwards, a second battle was fought in the skies above Endor when the Alliance was attacked by Nagai and Maccabree forces led by the self-proclaimed Dark Lady of the Sith Lumiya.

Though the Alliance forces left Endor soon after fighting off Lumiya's forces, the Ewoks had become part of the Galactic community. In the next few years, several Ewoks even found their way off Endor. The New Republic established trading posts on the Forest Moon. Most Ewoks who traveled off-world were adventurous individuals, such as the smuggler Tarfang, or the Ewok soldiers who joined the New Republic forces at the Second Battle of Coruscant in 10 ABY. By 9 ABY, there was also a significant Ewok colony on the planet Svivren, although it is not known when or how they first settled there.

On Endor itself, the New Republic later set up semi-permanent outposts (such as Salfur's Trading Post) near Ewok villages. Through these seasonally staffed outposts, the Ewoks of Endor remained in intermittent contact with the outside galaxy as non-participating members of the New Republic.

During the reign of Darth Caedus, Luke Skywalker and the Jedi forces used the Ewok's home as a temporary base before moving to the transitory mists. When asked about Wicket, Luke replied his group was on the other side of the moon. Old Imperial landing pads were still operational for the Jedi to use.

The tribal structure of the Ewoks had a Council of Elders ruling over each village, headed by a chief. A medicine man also lived in the Ewok village, a keeper of mystical lore, and a healer to the injured. The warriors of the different tribes wore ragged garments on the head to signify their tribe. The warriors also wore wooden chest shields, the jawbones of tiny animals, and sharp teeth. Some decorated themselves with ornaments such as feathers, necklaces, and pendants, making their body look like a clutter of trinkets.

Prominent members of Ewok tribes carried totems to symbolize their rank. The lead warrior wore a headdress made of feathers called the "white wings of hope." The eldest son of the tribal leader's family wore a headdress called the "red wings of courage." The second son wore the "blue wings of strength."

Unmarried male Ewoks spent much of their time living alone in the forest building their own small huts near enough to the tree city to assist the Ewoks in work. Unmarried females would leave gifts of food, clothing, or weaponry on the doorsteps of unmarried males as a sign of their attraction and to tell how much the village missed them and wished they would come back as part of a family and as the female's mate.

If the male Ewok decided to take a mate, he had to build a family hut in the tree city where he and his mate could live. The construction of a new hut signaled that the male had decided to take a mate, at which point all of the unmarried females would try to woo him. Until his home was finished, the male did not decide whom he was taking. The chosen female had the right to refuse the male or the hut he had built.

Ewoks were very closely attached to their fuzzy children called woklings. An entire Ewok village fawned over newborn babies. They always gave the children much attention, and they considered the care of their children a shared responsibility. Woklings had few rights, and the children had to learn many rituals and legends that would serve as moral guides throughout their lives. When the Ewok came of age, he or she attended the Festival of Hoods. This festival marked the transition from wokling to Ewok.

Tree village

Most Ewoks lived high among the trees of the forest moon, in villages built between the closely spaced trees. The basic design of a tree village had a "Central Village" of thatched-roof huts on the primary limbs. These huts were high enough above the ground to be out of reach of predators. Suspended bridges connected the gaps between trees, adjoining distant huts. Knotted rope ladders allowed access up or down.

In most tree cities, the village Elders ordered the largest huts built directly on the trunk of the tree. These central buildings belonged to the chief of the tribe. The chief used the largest open areas for village gatherings, meetings, council fires, and storytelling ceremonies.

Family groups kept their own dwellings in clusters on the outlying trees. Separate huts were built for unmarried females, elders, and visitors. A sealed building higher than the rest of the tree city was used as the communities' food storage.

Some Ewoks eschewed village life for a nomadic existence. More traditional Ewoks came to refer to them as Jindas, after the nomadic tribe of Jindas that lived on Endor.

Bright Tree Village, where the tribe ruled by Chief Chirpa lived, was a typical example of an Ewok tree village.

Ground village

Some Ewoks of the Bright Tree Village tribe at one time lived in isolated huts on the forest floor. They eventually moved back into the trees, however, because the ground villages left them open to attacks by the vicious Sanyassan Marauders.

Lake village

Ewoks also built homes on shallow, placid lakes. The lake Ewoks built their villages on stilts out in the water. The surrounding water protected the Ewoks from large predators. These Ewoks got most of their food by setting wicker traps to catch fish in the lake. The older Ewoks spent their time harvesting marsh grasses and drying them in the sun. They then took these dry grasses and made them into mats, clothing, baskets, and decorative tapestries. The young Ewoks loved to splash in the water and dig in the mud for buried shellfish.

These Ewoks also built wooden sailboats and oars.

Cliff village

Some tribes of Ewoks made their homes on a rock face beside a spraying waterfall. Ewok engineers created an intricate set of waterwheels, driven by the force of the waterfall. These waterwheels drove large wooden gears that rotated grindstones, operated conveyor belts from one side of the village to the other, and ran a set of wooden elevator platforms that moved up and down the cliff.

Ewoks ventured to the forest floor to hunt, using stone-tipped arrows and spears as well as elaborate traps to catch their prey. Ewoks considered themselves to be great hunters.

A single hunter could snare small animals but an entire Ewok hunting party could catch animals as large as a boar-wolf. The Ewoks had created effective ways to hunt these monstrous animals using spears and poison darts. The Ewoks first set up a trap with scraps of bloody meat from a previous hunt and then they would set a vine net on the forest floor. When the wolf ran towards the meat, it would get caught in the net. Then, from the underbrush, the Ewok warriors charged at the trapped wolf. One of these boar-wolves would provide enough meat to feed an Ewok village for days.

Smaller game was killed with small sling nets. When a creature stepped into a loop it set off a pressure trap. A pinned sapling would break free and fling the animal into the nearest tree.

Tek swee was a trap whose name translated into Basic as "head hitter." This trap was a common defense against the Gorax. When a Gorax attempted to raid a Ewok village, the Ewok warriors would let loose a massive log roped onto trees. The log would swing into the Gorax like a giant battering ram. Many of the various traps set for Goraxes were used against the Empire in the battle of Endor with great success.

Another food source for the Ewoks were mattberries that they squeezed for juice. These juices were mixed with water and fermented into a bitter brew.

For the forest dwellers, the surrounding giant trees played an important cultural role. These hunter-gatherers were a deeply spiritual people. They believed themselves to be descendants of the Great Tree, a sacred tree in the forests. The Ewok religion was based on nature worship. Many religious ceremonies were arranged to please various gods of weather, trees, the hunt, engineering prowess, and fertility. Darker spirits symbolized the dangers of the forest. The Ewoks held magnificent festivals of rain, sun, spring flowers, and fruits. There were also "Dark Rituals" involving bloody sacrifices. The rituals were held at night under the light of burning bonfires. The shamans tossed the leaves of hallucinogenic herbs into the fire, which caused the Ewoks to have vivid dreams.

Every village appointed its own mystic or shaman. The shaman was sometimes simply the village con artist, who made up answers about what the gods wanted and how they could be pleased. Others had genuine abilities, sometimes showing abilities similar to Force-sensitives. For the shaman's services, the village gave the shaman anything he or she wanted, including crystals, shells, polished skulls, and other treasures the shaman found interesting. Many shamans wore large animal skulls on their heads.

Shamans were the tribal healers, usually relying on vile-smelling herbal medicines. Many types of fungus, lichens, roots, berries, flowers, epiphytes, and bark were used, with varying medicinal effects.

The Ewoks called the massive coniferous trees that filled the forest moon "Soul Trees" or "Life Trees." The Ewoks had a deep religious connection with these trees. For every wokling born, a seedling was planted by the village. Throughout that Ewok's life, he or she was linked to their totem tree. When the Ewok died, it was believed their spirit would go to live inside their own totem tree.

In times of crisis, the village shamans would attempt to contact the ancient spirits that lived within the oldest trees for advice and guidance. The shamans insisted that it was a private ritual. The Ewoks never questioned the sacred advice brought back by the shamans, though they had never heard these ancient voices before.

Throughout the year, Ewoks hold extravagant festivals of the rain, the sun, springtime flowers, fruits, and love. These involved tribe and family groups coming together to feast, sing, dance, and generally have a good time. They also had certain "Dark Rituals" involving bloody sacrifices. These were held at night under the light of smoky bonfires, into which the Ewok shamans tossed the leaves of hallucinogenic herbs, to cause the Ewoks to have vivid dreams. Ewoks generally considered Hallowe'en, where they would dress up as ghosts, the best celebration of the year.

Ewoks were sentient humanoid mammals. They were covered in fur from head to toe, with brown and black the most common colors. Other Ewoks had near-white or reddish fur, but red fur is supposedly the rarest shade an Ewok can get. Most Ewoks had solid-colored fur, though a few sported stripes. Ewoks had large, bright eyes, small humanoid noses, and hands that possessed two fingers and an opposable thumb. Despite their small size, Ewoks were physically strong enough to overpower combat-trained Humans. The Human Mace Towani likened their appearance to "little bears," though they were sometimes referred to as "mini Wookiees."

A typical Ewok stands at 1.0 meters or 3.2 feet tall and weighs 30 kilograms or 67 pounds.

Ewok meat was additionally used as a food. The diner Power Sliders in Abafar offered Ewok Jerky to its customers during the Clone Wars.

Ewoks have their own cartoon called Star Wars:Ewoks.

Ewoks age at the following stages:

1 - 9 Child

10 - 14 Young Adult

15 - 29 Adult

30 - 44 Middle Age

45 - 59 Old

Examples of Names: Asha, Chirpa, Deej, Kneesaa, Latara, Logray, Malani, Nippet, Paploo, Shodu, Teebo, Wicket, Wiley.

Language: Ewoks speak Ewokese. They have no written form of their language. They can learn Basic.

#star wars #star wars aliens #star wars species #ewok #ewoks #star wars Ewok

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myakkoh · 4 years ago

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silent serenade - Chapter 3

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Lan Qiren doesn’t quite remember when he decided to take Nie Qiuheng’s children with him to the tiny garden his dead lover tried to grow.

Nie Qiuheng was so gentle with handling the gentians and the orchids, his battle-hardened face softening ever so slightly, and Lan Qiren swallows from the memory. A bittersweet memory.

It is where he met Nie Qiuheng, truly met him, and watched how the man took care of flowers with blood-stained hands. It is where he had witnessed the invulnerable Sect Leader Nie dance around him awkwardly, unsure of how to treat him.

It is where Lan Qiren fell in love once again when Nie Qiuheng accidentally uprooted an entire bush of flowers and stared at it for a few moments before dark amber eyes flickered with soft amusement.

He is lucky, to have fallen in love twice, when it is known that the Gusu Lan Sect only fell in love once.

Shakes his head of his thoughts before looking down towards Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang. Both of them look tired, exhausted, unable to help themselves. They are Nie Qiuheng’s children, and he has sworn to protect them and his nephews.

“Where are we going?” Nie Mingjue whispers, holds Nie Huaisang tightly as they approach the garden. One not close enough to be an adult and one still a child. They do not deserve this burden.

“To see your father,” Lan Qiren answers quietly, and to his relief, his gupin is there where he left it.

Something brushes against his shoulder in a gentle gesture, and—Lan Qiren knows that his dead lover is nearby, close.

Nie Mingjue frowns, but doesn’t argue when he sits the boys down next to him, and really, Nie Mingjue looks so much like his father that it hurts. It’s good though, to see Nie Qiuheng live through his sons.

Qi flutters at his fingertips as he settles them on top of the gupin, humming warmly. Flickers coldly for a moment before he plays the first few notes of Inquiry.

Qiren.

Blinking, Lan Qiren looks up to see his dead lover staring at him. It’s not surprising, for the ghost to appear so fast anymore, but—Nie Mingjue lets out a sob beside him.

“Fuqin?” the boy asks hoarsely.

Nie Qiuheng plays a note. A-Jue, the ghost says softly. A-Jue, I am... sorry.

He repeats the ghost’s words, and Nie Mingjue breaks down into a cry. Nie Huaisang stares with wide eyes and lifts a hand to brush against his father’s, seemingly fascinated by how his father’s hand seems to press firmly against his own.

He swore. Lan Qiren has sworn to protect Nie Qiuheng’s sons and his own nephews. He will keep it, and allow Nie Qiuheng to talk with their children. Will hope Lan Xichen will smile just as brightly, Lan Wangji asking questions to learn about their world. Will make sure that Nie Mingjue will have someone to depend on, have Nie Huaisang live his best life.

Lan Qiren will make sure of it, that, he has sworn to his dead lover.

#my writing #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #mdzs plunny hell #nie qiuheng/lan qiren #lan qiren #nie qiuheng #nie mingjue #nie huaisang

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battleshell · 5 years ago

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INSTRUMENTS

can play: erhu (previously mastered, skill waning), accordion (well), harmonica (not so well) learning/interested in: ocarina, banjo, cowbell likes to hear: piano, wind orchestra/instruments, trumpet associated with: taiko, gupin, zither

#* headcanon.#i was about to make this into a meme but like #i'd tag the entire dash again #STEAL THIS FORMAT

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jinlingspinkiphone · 6 years ago

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return

hmm I wrote this for day 4 (farewells) but it works for day 7 (promise) as well. I’ll probably just post up the other ones I wrote later outside of wangxian week, but 3/7 isn’t bad :’) @wangxianweek

4 farewells | journey | historical au

“I will return to your side,” Lan Wangji promises, clutching Wei Wuxian’s hands in his. These hands are the same ones that pluck at the strings of his gupin, ones that can fill the air with graceful music to silence children and cool hearts of burning flames. At the same time, these hands are able to wield a powerful sword, one that can pierce souls and cut air - he is able to control the spirit of bichen with trained spiritual energy of massive potential. Now, these hands are holding his.

Wei Wuxian is silent due to surprise, but he breaks out of it with a laugh, taking his hands away and throwing his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck. This situation really isn’t as dire as his tone makes it seem. With a giggle Wei Wuxian pulls back slightly to look at the older boy, basking in the joy of seeing how creased Lan Wangji’s forehead is. “Lan er-ge, with those words you speak as though you’ll never come back!”

At this Lan Wangji stiffens, only to relax under Wei Wuxian’s touch. With nimble fingers, he drags his nails over the folds of Lan Wangji’s outer robes, the white and blue fabric soft under the pads of his fingers. With a surge Lan Wangji wraps his arms around Wei Wuxian’s torso, pulling him in closer to bury his face into his chest. The spot where his mouth is pressing against is hot with his breath - inhale, exhale, inhale - and it makes Wei Wuxian laugh once more, enjoying how spoiled Lan Wangji is acting.

Seldom do they do this so openly, right at the entrance of the Cloud Recesses where everyone can see. It’s probably not hard to notice them, not when he’s wearing the bold purple color of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, when he’s only one of two boys who have come as guest disciples from said sect. If Lan Qiren were to show up, they’d both get an earful for sure, doomed to go copy the scriptures in the Library Pavillion.

But Lan Wangji is leaving for a week with his brother for some sort of business errands, having to travel far in search of something. He hadn’t given him much detail about it when he sent a letter to meet in the jingshi the night he was notified of their departure, instead throwing himself into Wei Wuxian’s arms. So for the past two days, Wei Wuxian has been sneaking out to the jingshi despite the fact that he shouldn’t be awake past 9 o’clock and running around the Cloud Recesses to go into the room of the prominent Second Jade of Lan. And he does so anyway, not hearing a single word of punishment for it.

Wei Wuxian pushes at his shoulders, looking down at Lan Wangji’s mopey lack of expression. Like a sad puppy with its ears dropping down (except, Wei Wuxian doesn’t like dogs, so he makes no mention of the resemblance). With a smile, his voice turns to a tease. “Are you that attached to me?”

Ducking his head once more, he barely manages to let out a low en before his face disappears into Wei Wuxian’s darker robes. It's cute, the way his ears turn red at the tips just slightly.

Again he pulls Lan Wangji away, giddy that he’s so insistent to not be even a centimeter apart, bringing his face up to pump heads when he attempts to retreat back into his chest. The softness of Lan Wangji’s face is much more than Wei Wuxian can take, and it takes a lot from him resist kissing him immediately. Instead, he looks directly into the other boy’s eyes. Wanting to get his message across and to pacify Lan Wangji’s aching heart. “I’ll be here waiting for you to return.”

“En.”

Playfully Wei Wuxian tilts his head, grinning. “Lan Zhan, do you believe me? Where else could I be?”

“Out drinking with the others in Caiyi Town, for one thing. Flirting around, handing off pretty flowers and such-” Lan Wangji’s voice is nothing but cold seriousness, and Wei Wuxian has to pull back, shaking his head like a thief that had just been caught.

“Ah! Okay! I could be doing that!” Wei Wuxian wants to smack himself for his past actions, before when he careless and uncaring. Before Lan Wangji managed to grasp his beating heart, writing his name on it. “Lan Zhan, you are too cruel!”

There is a touch of excitement in the golden eyes that peer into his, the previous sadness gone. He’s just teasing, they both know it, but Wei Wuxian still moves his face, tilting slightly so they’re lined up. The burning restraint is visible, a spike of desperation in the hands that clutch his robes, but they don’t move. Their eyes flit across the canvas of the other’s face, drinking in their closeness.

Lowly, he asks again, “Lan Zhan, where do you think I’ll be?”

This time Lan Wangji breathes, “Here, waiting for me.”

And finally they move forward, closing the distance between them to meet. Kisses come easy for them, an indulgence Wei Wuxian has found himself addicted to. The fervor of Lan Wangji’s lips is a burning flame compared to the frosty sternness of the air around him. Wei Wuxian presses back with as much want and need, drinking in the taste of warmth. The smell of sandalwood fills him to the brim with fondness, nothing like the usual incense that burns in the library pavillion.

They pull away, allowing Wei Wuxian to laugh at the other’s disappointment. He prides himself in being to read Lan Wangji’s expressions and feelings, the slight ups and downs in the minimule shifts in the tension of his face. Lan Wangji tilts his head to steal another kiss, one that Wei Wuxian willingly gives him. It's hard to believe that the graceful Second Jade of Lan has fallen off the deep end, for him of all people. That he would break his sect rules to be by his side or that he's desperate for touches only he can give him.

While they envelope one another in their embraces and trade kisses, Lan Xichen’s voice reaches their ears. “Uncle, I’m not sure if you would want to go over there at this moment.”

The gruff voice follows after belongs to no other than Lan Qiren, making them look to one another. “What was that? Nevermind that, where is Wangji? We are to depart soon.”

Although reluctant to pull away, they do so, pressing their clothes down to appear as though they weren’t doing anything that would surely get them in trouble. Right.

They both greet the two approaching Lans, bring their hands up. For once Wei Wuxian acts properly, although keeping his obnoxious grin. Lan Qiren nods to acknowledge them, pushing aside the bubbling vexation to ignore him immediately. He allows Wei Wuxian to speak to the two Jades until the rest of the departing group arrives, all sharing questioning looks as to why he is seeing them off.

Wei Wuxian parts then, walking over to stand under the shade of the magnolia tree. A few other disciples unsheath their swords and ascend into the sky, lead by Lan Xichen. All these cultivators, wearing the same white sect robes, hold the same mourning air that he would have described Lan Wangji months ago, before he found himself searching for elegant whites and enjoying the feeling of those clothes against his skin.

Without any shame he stares at Lan Wangji, who stands towards the back to await for someone to bring him a qiankun bag someone had forgotten to bring. Posture straight, standing like a stone statue, the white robes drape over his, a perfect fit but still flowing around him.

Once the disciples hands him the package and disappears back into the walls of the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji is left alone. He could catch up to the group in no time, Bichen being one of the greatest swords with an even greater cultivator behind it.

Instead of leaving, Lan Wangji travels the distance to the magnolia tree in quick strides, before standing in front of Wei Wuxian. “I will be back.”

A smile. “And I will be here.”

And so he leans forward a presses a chaste kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead, a thousand words and hundred promises swallowed, soft and heart bursting.

Once Lan Wangji has flown a great distance and can no longer be seen, Wei Wuxian turns around and heads back into the Cloud Recesses. His heart beats quickly, and the smile that grows is not something Wei Wuxian can stop, but really, it’s something he wants to wear with pride.

This is the smile Lan Zhan has given me, his gift of a goodbye.

Above, the wind blows through the magnolia trees. Flower petals scatter like the rain, and it’s a mirror image of Lan Wangji, his white ribbon flowing in the air. Wei Wuxian pauses to watch, allowing the image to wrap around him, the way Lan Wangji’s words always do.

I will return.

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You're So Wonderful To Think About (But So Hard To Live Without)

Author: PsychoInnocent [AO3]

Title: You're So Wonderful To Think About (But So Hard To Live Without)

Pairings: Pre-Slash WangXian, Wei Wuxian & Lan Wangji & Lan Sizhui

Warnings: Character Death, Grieving, Funerals. Spoilers for Ch. 111

Summary: Lan Sizhui was his sun, after Wei Ying died.

Now his sun is gone, and Wei Ying has returned.

(What if Lan Sizhui had died in Mo Village?)

AO3 Link: [Here]

Notes: I love my son I say as I plot out how to hurt him and his family whoops

Wei Wuxian

Wei Wuxian had only looked away for a moment- a moment, to raise the corpses of the Mo family.

The next, the cursed arm was buried in the Lan disciple’s chest, right between the protective folds of his robes.

For a horrible moment, those white robes turned gold, and Wei Wuxian’s control on the corpses flickered. ‘I’m sorry Shijie, I failed again.’

The other boy- Lan Jingyi- wordlessly screamed. He charged at the arm, his sword attacking wildly, nowhere near the finesse it had been earlier.

The arm pulled itself out of Lan Sizhui’s corpse, deflecting the desperate attack from the teen, advancing on him.

Red eyes flashed.

“Get away from him!” The corpses moved with his roar, slamming into the arm with a ferocity no one had seen before.

Wei Wuxian grabbed Lan Jingyi by the waist, pulling the stunned teen away from the fighting- away from his friend’s body.

(He tried not to think about Jin Zixuan)

(He failed.)

“Sizhui! Lan Yuan! Lan Yuan!” Lan Jingyi was struggling in his arms as his voice growing hoarser, eyes focused on the still body.

The corpses fell, one by one, to the might of the cursed arm.

The disciples were all shell shocked, fearful whispers in the air. It was clear the only thing keeping them from running was their pride.

Then-

The strumming of guqin rang through the clearing.

xXx

“We received a request from Mo Village. There are reports of Fierce Corpse sightings.”

“Lan Sizhui, you’ll be in charge of this night hunt.” Lan Qiren looked over the young man. “You can pick your team- report to HunGuang-Jun and ZeWu-Jun before departing.”

“Yes Sir!”

xXx

The arm was sealed.

Only then did Lan Wangji approach the fallen figure. He fell to his knees, his shaking, pale hand reaching out, cupping the young man’s cheek. Wei Wuxian’s hold slackened as he watched Lan Wangji take a deep, shaky breath, reaching to, ever so gently, shut Sizhui’s eyes.

Jingyi pushed out of Wei Wuxian’s grip, tumbling as he reached Sizhui’s other side, tears falling freely as he tried to speak.

The words never came.

XxX

There was something heartbreaking about watching Lan Wangji remove his outer robes, carefully wrapping them around the young man to hide his wound. He held Sizhui in his arms, holding him like someone would hold a sleeping toddler. Lan Jingyi stood beside him, face pale, his eyes never leaving Lan Sizhui’s.

Wei Wuxian, after some hesitation, collected Lan Sizhui’s sword and guqin before approaching Lan Wangji, bowing as he offered them to him.

“HunGuang-Jun, as the acting head of the Mo family,” As everyone else is dead, he thought privately. ”Please, let us know if you need anything. Medical care, transport, anything.”

He paused for a moment, before adding softly. “We can prepare funeral rites for Young Master Lan here. Or prepare him for the journey back to Gusu.”

“...” To anyone else, Lan Wangji looked unaffected. But Wei Wuxian remembered how he had been inside the Xuanwu Cave. To Wei Wuxian, he looked like a grieving parent- his eyes were misty, locked somewhere far away. His shoulders were tense, his lips thin and pale. Slowly, he gestured to Jingyi to take Sizhui’s things, barely reacting as the teen carefully placed the guqin and sword around his back, resting against his own.

“Thank you.” Lan Wangji said quietly, inclining his head.

‘Who is this boy, for Lan Zhan to be so grief stricken?’ Wei Wuxian wondered, even as he called for the shaken servants to aid the Lan disciples.

XxX

Lan Wangji

Lan Wangji left once he was certain the others were being treated. Lan Jingyi, in an act of loyal defiance, met the Sect heir outside.

There was something akin to gratitude in Lan Wangji’s eyes.

XxX

Missives were sent, courtesy of Lan Xichen.

(If they were written in shaky calligraphy, no one could fault him.)

Lan Qiren had half heartedly argued, though his voice held no malice.

(Lan Sizhui had saved Wangji, all those years ago. Who would help him now?)

And Lan Wangji?

He stayed in the bìnyíguǎn, his fingers laced with his son’s, transferring spiritual energy into the body.

(It was as useless as it had been in the Burial Mounds.)

XxX

Wei Ying’s nephew was distraught.

That was the only thought that echoed in Lan Wangji’s mind as Jin Ling barged into the room, his face stricken in grief. He inhaled sharply at the sight of Lan Sizhui, something young and vulnerable crossing his face.

‘He’s too proud to admit he’s friends with us.’ A ghost laughed in Lan Wangji’s mind, affection laced in his voice. ‘Young Master Jin is just that type of person.’

Sect Leader Jiang followed after his nephew, sympathy evident as he looked between Jin Ling and Lan Wangji.

Silently, he bowed to Lan Wangji before he placed a gentle hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “Lan Wangji, on behalf on Yunmeng Jiang and Lanling Jin, please accept our condolences.”

It was an olive branch- offered between Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui’s budding friendship.

Lan Wangji accepted it, hoping it’d keep him from drowning.

XxX

This was not the first funeral Lan Wangji had attended.

(Jin Zixuan’s had been an elaborate affair. Jin Guangshan had spared no expense in honoring his son.)

(Wei Ying’s had been tiny, with Wangji’s gupin strings playing a song as a prayer.)

Lan Sizhui had been well-liked throughout the Cloud Recesses. He was quick to help and slow to anger. He had gone on a few night hunts, and knew disciples from other sects.

Yunmeng Jiang, Lanling Jin, and Qinghe Nie Sects all came. Jin Guangyao and Nie Huaisang, due to their connection to Lan Xichen, had come to offer their own condolences.

(Nie Huaisang looked especially grieved- but then, he had lost his brother not too long ago. He understood.)

Jin Ling was with his uncle, his eyes red with tears. Jiang Cheng had his arm around his nephew, whispering softly whenever Jin Ling spoke.

Lan Jingyi was with the other Lan disciples, his expression haunted and full of guilt as the others spoke around him.

He carefully never looked over to Jin Ling’s side of the room, and Lan Wangji couldn’t spare the energy to guess why.

(He’d find out later, when Jingyi broke down in front of him. How Jin Ling had accused him of failing to protect Lan Sizhui. How he should have died instead of Sizhui-)

(Words borne of anger, of pain. Lan Wangji could only pull Jingyi into an embrace as the young man sobbed.)

X x X

Lan Wangji was surprised to see Mo Xuanyu- but then, he shouldn’t have been. His brother had spoken with the disciples- they would have told him about Young Master Mo.

Mo Xuanyu, looking far less disheveled then he had that fateful day, approached Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen. His face was cleaned of the garish makeup it had all those days ago.

He offered them a weak smile, stating softly. “I have no gift to offer Young Master Lan, but with HunGuang-Jun’s permission, I would like to thank Young Master Lan the only way I can.” He held up a dizi, nodding towards Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji didn’t react. Lan Xichen, on Wangji’s other side, smiled politely and nodded. “Sizhui would have appreciated the gesture, Young Master Mo.”

The other man offered a faint smile, and began to play.

At first, Lan Wangji didn’t react. But as the dizi played, he slowly began to raise his head, staring at Mo Xuanyu with widened eyes.

He said nothing, but tears began to fall.

xXx

“Lan Yuan is almost 15 now, is he not Wangji?”

“Mn.”

“Have you thought about a courtesy name?”

“...Sizhui.”

“...After all these years?”

“Mn.”

xXx

Wei Wuxian

When Lan Wangji had approached him after the funeral, Wei Wuxian had been in the middle of planning his departure.

He had no intention of going to the Cloud Recesses initially, but the letter from Lan Xichen changed his mind. He had known that Lan Sizhui was part of the direct Lan family- his patterned ribbon had been obvious- but he hadn’t realized how close to the Sect clan leaders he must’ve been.

(But then, hadn’t Lan Zhan held Lan Sizhui like a parent would a child?)

Maybe it was the guilt gnawing at his heart, but Wei Wuxian… wanted to see him again. Pay his respects.

Apologize

XxX

The memorial was extravagant, compared to typical Lan Sect affairs.

Sizhui’s coffin was dark, decorated with lacquered cloud designs of Gusu Lan Sect, with a small sun peeking out from the corner of each cloud.

An altar was placed before the coffin. A portrait of Lan Sizhui was placed there, with two candles lighting each side.

Wei Wuxian watched in curiosity as the funeral commenced.

Lan Wangji sat to the side of the altar, his appearance immaculate but his gaze dull and far away. In his hands, he held three covered plaques.

Lan Xichen, as Sect Leader, spoke first. Wei Wuxian tried to focus on what he said, but his eyes kept drifting to Lan Wangji.

He looks tired. Wei Wuxian mused as Lan Xichen thanked them for arriving. One of the Lan Disciples handed him a red envelope, which Wei Wuxian took absently.

The other sect leaders approached the altar, bowing their respects to Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen. Jin Ling, at his uncle’s side, offered Lan Wangji a small bouquet full of the Jin Sect’s famed peonies.

Lan Wangji took it, resting the bouquet against the plaques in his lap as the queue continued, small gifts piling next to him as people paid their respects.

Wei Wuxian, after a moment, joined the throng of people. He held a dizi in his hand- a black and gold one that he found jammed in one of the shelves in Madame Mo’s room. The characters Mo Meihui were engraved in the wood, looking well loved and well worn.

(Mo Meihui was Mo Xuanyu’s mother, he heard the servants whisper. A talented dizi player, who, with a smile and a song, charmed her way into Xuanyu’s father’s graces.)

Wei Wuxian fiddled with the dizi as the line moved, trying to settle on a melody to wish Sizhui well. Most of the tunes he played were to raise fierce corpses, not put a soul to rest.

After a moment, a melody fluttered to his mind, and he smiled.

He didn’t notice Lan Wangji’s tears until he finished.

X x X

Lan Wangji was carrying the plaques he had been holding at the funeral. As Wei Wuxian straightened to greet him, Lan Wangji’s expression turned… complicated, his grip tightening on the wooden slabs in his arms.

“Please, come with me.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“...To see Sizhui.”

“I-” He hesitated, seeing the look in Lan Wangji’s eyes. With a sigh, he nodded. “Alright.”

Lan Wangji inclined his head before he turned, guiding Wei Wuxian to the Lan Sect’s cemetery- one of the few places in the Cloud Recesses he had never seen in his previous life.

Wei Wuxian glanced at the plaques in Lan Wangji’s arms, his mind whirling around. Were they, perhaps, Sizhui’s family? But then, why were there three? Unless Lan Zhan wasn’t Sizhui’s birth father-

He was startled out of his thoughts as they approached the cemetery, only to turn to another entrance- The Lan Family Crypt, where the direct descendents of Lan An were buried.

Lan Wangji entered without a thought, but Wei Wuxian lingered at the entrance, awkwardness bubbling in his mind.

“Are you sure I can enter here? Isn’t this place… well… forbidden to outsiders?”

“You are permitted.” Lan Wangji said quietly, meeting Wei Wuxian’s eyes. Something there reassured him, and Wei Wuxian offered a faint smile in return.

“If you say so HunGuang-Jun.”

The other man shook his head and led him down the hall, their footsteps echoing in the candlelit chamber as they walked. Finally, his steps slowed and stopped in front of a vault.

It was decorated lightly, paintings hanging from the walls. Lan Sizhui’s sword and guqin were placed above the coffin, cleaned and polished. His names were engraved in the coffin- Lan Sizhui and Lan Yuan obvious in the candlelight.

Lan Zhan kneeled in front of Sizhui’s coffin, carefully arranging the plaques.

“Who are they?” Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but ask, taking in Lan Wangji’s conflicted expression.

Lan Wangji said nothing, but instead reached out to remove one of the veils.

Song Liqin

Born: Unknown

Died: Unknown, between Xuan Zheng Year 22 Ren Qu and Xuan Zheng Year 25 Yi Qui

Wei Wuxian sucked in a breath as Lan Wangji reached out to remove the second.

Wen Ju-long

Born: Unknown

Died: Unknown, between Xuan Zheng Year 22 Ren Qu and Xuan Zheng Year 25 Yi Qui

“Wen?” His eyes went wide, and a feeling of dread curled in his heart as Lan Wangji removed the final veil.

Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian

Born: 10/31

Died: Xuan Zheng Year 25 Yi Qui

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji looked at him, pinning him with a pained expression.

“It can’t-“ His hands were trembling. He took a step back, his eyes flitting between the plaque and Lan Sizhui’s name.

His birth name.

Lan Yuan

Wen Yuan

A-Yuan

xXx

“A-Yuan, stay here.”

“Xian-gege!”

“A-Yuan, promise me. Stay here.”

“No! I wanna stay with gege!”

“A-Yuan, please! I-“ A deep breath. “...You’re safer here qin’ai de.” A hand reached out, smoothing the boy’s hair.

“Grow up strong Wen Yuan. I’m sorry I can’t be here for you.”

xXx

“You’re lying.”

His hands were shaking.

No, he corrected blankly as he hugged himself. He was shaking.

Faces flashed before his eyes.

Granny Wen, pushing A-Yuan into his arms with a strained smile on her face. “Get him away from here Wei Ying.”

Wen Qing, apologizing as she walked away.

Jiang Yanli, dying to protect him.

Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan, fighting to protect Yunmeng Jiang- to protect their children.

“I really am a curse.” He whispered quietly, sinking to the ground, pressing his forehead against his knees as he tried to contain the well of grief.

It was silent, throughout the crypt. Then, a sound of shuffling, and familiar notes began to play. Wei Wuxian forced himself to listen, breathing in as the song slowly calmed him down and faded away.

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji slowed down, his fingers still as his eyes met Wei Wuxian’s. Lan Wangji tilted his head, gesturing for Wei Wuxian to join him.

Wei Wuxian hesitated before coming to Lan Wangji’s side, turning to face the coffin before him.

(It was obvious now, what the design meant. The fact that Lan Zhan remembered. The fact that he dared to show off Lan Yuan’s heritage in front of everyone-)

Lan Wangji took a deep breath, and strummed the guqin.

It took Wei Wuxian a moment to recognize it- “Inquiry?” Lan Wangji nodded, playing the notes with practiced ease.

Lan Wangji barely stopped playing before a little ball of light appeared, hopping between the strings to play a greeting.

Wei Wuxian’s breath caught, and he clenched his hands in his robes, his eyes never leaving the little light.

“A-Yuan.” He whispered, his voice shaky fearful. “A-Yuan I’m sorry.” I’m sorry I left you behind. I’m sorry I failed you. I’m sorry I came back and still couldn’t protect you.

The little spirit darted between the strings, a soft melody coming from the instrument. Lan Wangji translated, his voice rough as he spoke. “I don’t blame either of you, mama, HunGuang-Jun. Jingyi and the others are safe, and that’s the important part.”

He felt his heart ache as Lan Wangji carefully spoke, the words mama lingering in the air. A sense of longing grew in his heart as he watched the spirit- he had wanted to see Wen Yuan grow up, to see him fall in love, to know the young man that Lan Wangji had clearly raised and loved as his own.

Instead he cleared his throat, his voice solemn as he spoke. “A-Yuan, I promise that we will find out who that arm belongs to. We will find your murderer.” The words came out with a growl, a veiled threat and promise lying in his words.

“I know.” The spirit stopped for a moment, before creeping along the strings. “Don’t be rash mama. Baba,” and here, Lan Wangji’s voice shudders. “Baba only has you and shufu now.”

“A-Yuan.” Lan Wangji cleared his throat, his fingers stilling for a moment before he played a few more notes. “Qin’ai de, I am proud of you.”

The spirit danced on the strings, a teasing laugh echoing from the guqin. Lan Wangji didn’t translate, but Wei Wuxian could guess, just by watching Lan Wangji’s gaze soften.

“We’ll see you again one day.” Lan Wangji promised, quietly. He hesitated before he extended his hand, offering his pinky to the spirit. Wei Wuxian couldn’t stop the startled laugh that escaped him, riveted as the little spirit leaped up, landing on Lan Wangji’s finger before returning to the strings.

(Was Lan Wangji crying? Wei Wuxian couldn’t tell through his own tears, but then, he wasn’t one to judge.)

“I know you will. Goodbye for now, mama, baba.” Lan Sizhui’s soul pulsed once, twice, and faded.

Wei Wuxian wiped his eyes before taking a deep breath, turning towards Lan Wangji.

“Thank you, Lan Zhan. For everything.”

A small smile answered him, and, as Wei Wuxian lit some incense, he felt his broken heart mend.

Just a little.

XxX Fin XxX

Notes:

- I firmly believe that the Disciple trio knew each other prior to Dafan Mountain. It is canon that Dafan Mountain is Jin Ling's first night-hunt debut, but just the way the novel/donghua write their early interactions imply that they do know each other (and in LJY and JL's case, have a rivalry)

- It is canon that Lan Wangji adopts Lan Sizhui. It's specifically noted by WWX that Lan Sizhui's forehead ribbon markings mean he's blood related to the head family of the Lan Sect.

-The little dancing spirit with "Inquiry" is not canon but I saw a similar idea in another fic (Where wwx does answer lwj/lsz's inquiry).

-Lan Wangji transferring Spirit Energy into Lan Sizhui to keep the body fresh is blatantly stolen from Scum Villain haha.

-The funeral is not accurate to traditional Chinese Funerals- it's difficult finding information on funerals for young adults in Chinese traditions, so I was forced to get a bit creative with how I went about it.

-I don't know if it's ever mentioned in canon how the Lan Sect buries their dead, so I like to imagine they have a Garden Cemetery, and the head family has a crypt that they keep adding on to.

-Lacquer was used in Ancient China as decorations on coffins, so I ran with it for Sizhui's coffin decorations. The Gusu Clouds hiding their Wen Sun :)

- Qin’ai de (亲爱的): darling - Used between a Parent and their child or significant others. I just wanted something cute for WangXian to call their son okay.

- Wen Yuan is stated to the son of Wen Qing’s cousin. Wen Ning probably knows their names, but since they aren't given in canon:

Song Liqin (harp/lute/zither) Wen Ju-long (as powerful as a dragon)

-In regards to how exactly they found the names: I'd like to imagine that the Wen Sect kept an eye on all their family members and had records on everyone. With Jin GuangYao's help, Lan Wangji found Sizhui's birth parents- he intended to tell Sizhui his heritage once he graduated from Junior Disciple.

-- Dates are stolen from the Donghua.

Xuan Zheng Year 20 Geng Chen (title of year in a 60 year cycle from ancient chinese calander system) (is during the Sunshot Campaign)

Xuan Zheng Year 22 Ren Qu (Lan Sizhui’s birth year, since he was around 3 when wwx dies)

LSZ’s parents probably died during when the Wen labor camps were enforced. No concrete dates given.

Xuan Zheng Year 25 Yi Qui (5 years later, news that WWX is dead appears)

(13 years later, no name given) (going by a Chinese Calendar I found online, it’s approximately Xuan Zheng Year 38 Wu Xu)

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