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rosethornewrites · 3 months ago

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NR, E, & M reading since 8/13

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Not Rated:

There was a boy, by caesteves

"And the boy, who never stopped smiling despite every reason he had to cry, saw himself forgetting the voices of his loved ones. Their faces, the happy moments. Perhaps he was supposed to live a life of broken memories."

(Or, after a strange night-hunt, Wei Wuxian wakes without his memories.)

A different road, by ARavenIsBlack (2 chapters)

What if Lan Wangji never went back to find Wen Yuan, or couldn't find him?

Grown up a beggar and thief, Wen Yuan struggles to survive after a long winter. Then, two people come by that seem much richer than any other that stop by their lonely village. But trying to steal from them backfires horribly and Wen Yuan is left desperate.

Explicit:

A Matter of Time, by mrcformoso (8 chapters)

When Lan Wangji went back in time to the first time he met Wei Wuxian, he thought it would be on their spar on the rooftops. He thought of how much he would have to change their interactions through the Cloud Recesses, how he would have to find a way to split Wei Wuxian from the Jiangs…

But when he came to his body, he found himself holding out a toy drum to a little child, a little A-Ying, in the streets of Yilling.

'Huh.' Lan Wangji thought as the little boy smiled up at him. 'This will be easier than I thought.'

Or: After Wei Wuxian’s death, something broke in Lan Wangji. He would do anything to get the love of his life back, safely in his arms. Even rewrite history.

A Matter of Choice, by mrcformoso (2nd in a series)

Things have been moving so fast and in so many different directions that Wei Ying never got a chance to sit down and settle, to think. It was only now, now that the war had ended, and they have returned home that Wei Ying felt the weight on his shoulders, the gravity of the situation.

Wei Ying’s mind was clashing, fighting and tripping over itself. Two vastly different childhoods wrestled in his soul, experiences and traumas he never thought of in years reared its ugly head. Not only that, but he knows what – or who – was behind it all. He knows the end goal. He knows the role he plays.

He has one year before his marriage. One year before he makes his choice.

Or: After the Sunshot Campaign, during the one year before his marriage to Lan Zhan, the barriers in Wei Ying’s mind fell and he must reconcile the aftereffects of regaining his memories, alongside the knowledge that his choice will decide the fate of the cultivation world.

Wei Laoshi, Poonslayer, by FeelsForBreakfast

Lan Wangji comes to two conclusions, almost simultaneously. The first, is that Nie Huaisang is messing with Wei Ying. The second, is that Wei Ying has never had sex in his life.

Or: Lan Wangji goes to Yunmeng, realizes that Wei Ying is a virgin, and takes decisive action.

Mature:

Back To The River (So Learn To Swim), by kalany (18 chapters)

Yu Ziyuan has been dead for over a hundred years, so it's a bit of a surprise when she dies.

One minute she's watching the youngest Lan daughter bow to her ancestors—it still baffles her that Wei Wuxian counts her as an ancestor, and that he's filial enough to have had a plaque made for her, but here they are—and the next she's choking on blood, her eyesight dimming. Wei Wuxian, she thinks furiously, what have you done now?

Then she wakes up.

Because her bladder is full.

Yu Ziyuan finds herself back in Lotus Pier, before any of her children have been born, and decides that things would go better if Jiang Yanli is the heir, not Jiang Cheng. One change leads to another, and another, and another.

And is Cangse Sanren flirting with her?

Things do not always go smoothly, but sometimes the family you find is the one you should have had all along.

lay down what's impeding you, by Karillith (2nd in a series)

"Just because I do not post them myself does not mean I cannot appreciate and acknowledge a thirst trap when it is in front of me."

Wei Wuxian's brain short-circuits for the millionth time in the last 24 hours. He's not sure what freaks him out more--that Lan Wangji agrees that it is, in fact, a thirst trap (a good one? please say it's a good one), or that he doesn't post them... but that he could have them.

Or,

5 times Lan Wangji makes thirsty comments at Wei Wuxian, and 1 time Wei Wuxian manages to do it back on purpose. Picks up where worst case scenario ends, but can be read as a standalone.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

Beiming: To Lament- 33 Reasons to Change the Past, by ravenhg (🔒)

It had been one week since Wei Wuxian’s life ended.

One week since his love, his life, his everything, had been ambushed by remnants of Jin Guangyao and Su She’s followers.

Wei Wuxian really should have known better.

“What will you do, gongzi?” Wen Ning asked quietly.

Wei Wuxian smiled, his eyes burning like coals.

_____________________

Or:

After the death of the most important person in their lives, Wei Wuxian and Lan Qiren choose to return to the past to prevent everything. This changes things.

In the End, by Sciatic_Nerd

What if, when Jiang Cheng felt he was forced to choose between protecting his beloved older sister or his loyal brother he remembered that Wei Wuxian always found the worst trouble and he never, ever remembered to guard his back.

Or, what if Jin Guangshan never managed to tear the Twin Heroes of Yunmeng apart.

Explicit:

The "Patriarch" Was Supposed to be Ironic (or, Wei Wuxian, Chief Cultivator), by groignequi

Wei Wuxian makes a wish he didn't intend; Lan Wangji creates a path forward.

___

The form flickers, letting curls of smoke form something like a smile, and responds, “What is it you want, patriarch?”

And Wei Wuxian, incautious at the wrong (the right) moment, says “A way to fix all of it.”

He hears the reply: “As you wish.”

He knows he’s made a mistake the second the form disperses, moving too fast and in too many directions to be called back and subdued.

___

Only a few hours later, in Koi Tower, a visiting handmaid finds her madam crying over rumors about her daughter’s marriage.

The Threads of Fate, by WaitForTheSnitch

“What would you do if you could have him back?” Nie Huaisang asked him, a bit too seriously as he leaned forward.

“There is no way for a dead cultivator to return,” Jiang Cheng scoffed, not even willing to entertain the thought.

“Perhaps, perhaps not,” Nie Huaisang shrugged, “Even if he came back, that wouldn’t do much to help, would it? Your sister is still gone. His reputation still damaged.”

“Stop speaking in riddles,” Jiang Wanyin growled, “What did you come here for, Nie Huaisang?”

“I asked you what you would do for your brother back,” Nie Huaisang started, “I would do anything to have mine back, Jiang Wanyin. And I’m here to offer you that same choice. Because our brothers’ deaths never should have happened. They happened because of schemes and plots. They happened because of lies and deception. Your brother was made to be a villain and was led to his death because he was too powerful. Mine was murdered because he stood in the way of Jin Guangshan.”

There's nothing Jiang Cheng wouldn't do to have his siblings back. And when Nie Huaisang comes to him with a proposal to save them by changing everything, he doesn't even hesitate to agree.

Only with Time, by adrian_kres

Thirteen years ago, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were arranged to be married as is tradition. Throughout their thirteen-year-long "courtship," things were not always as they seemed. Now, newly married, old secrets have ripped open wounds they thought were closed, and they must work together to rebuild a trust they never had and a love they always did but couldn't see.

Told from alternating points of view between LWJ and WWX with frequent flashbacks to memories of their "courtship".

The Second Hand Unwinds, by trulywicked (🔒)

Sent back in time without his husband after a night hunt gone wrong, Lan Wangji is determined to ensure that Wei Wuxian’s safety and in the process hopefully mitigate, if not prevent, the war.

Through marriage among other things.

Mature:

Army Dreamers, by Forever_Marie

Lan Wangji finds Wei Wuxian in the field with strangle marks and other horrible injuries after Lotus Pier falls.

He takes him back to Gusu.

(一日三秋) One day (seems like) three autumns, by SpicyRamen_10969

13 Years ago, Wei Ying disappeared.

13 years later, two teenage boys find a man collapsed and bleeding on the side of the road.

This is the story of how Wei Ying finds himself going from homeless to living with his childhood best friend, Lan Wangji, and finally getting the help and love he needs and deserves.

(Un)Hidden truth, by Sarah_R

After watching his husband; his son; nephew; brother and little radishes dying in front of him one by one because of a source of resentful energy; Wei WuXian dies too as he destroys it.

But instead of darkness; he finds himself back in the past when he had just gotten kicked out of the cloud recess and everything looks so peaceful he can’t stand it. No…no no no he really can’t go through this hell again. Not again. Not after everything was supposed to be over.

Not knowing that Lan WangJi has been thrown back in time as well; he tries; and fails at taking his own life by slitting his throat open in the middle of lotus pier and so; he decides to show everyone the future.

If he’s going to live this hell again; he’s going to change it and if these people are suddenly so determined to keep him alive; then he’s not going to let them die either.

It doesn’t matter if they end up hating him just as much as he hates himself.

(Or; another time travel fix-it which happens to be a watching the show fic as well! With our favorite baby boy and his husband; all their ducklings and their very much alive family and friends from the past.)

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

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mythvoiced · 8 months ago

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a frog stares at him from the bright lake touched by the moonlight , a clear night and warm weather ; thankfully . xue yang wasn't sure if he would survive the chill of the mountain just wearing these stupid robes that didn't even cover up his arms warmly enough . idiots , first rule of meditating is to feel comfortable — or whatever . he winces , rubs his bruised wrists before wetting the soft cloth in the lake's water . lan qiren didn't give him a headband , out of his grudge or because he was a special little case , it didn't matter because xue yang simply grinned it off . they look like they're designed for girls , anyway . he's so lost in trying to reach the leash marks bleeding on his back to hear xingchen's footsteps until he sees him walk toward the bright spring . . . he gives him a smile while he's panting . maybe he should just get inside the water instead of trying to clean the blood off . ❛ daozhang . came for a swim ? ❜ did they tell him he's sneaked inside the forbidden library ? if the cloud recesses didn't hold the information he needed to create his own , original spell to bring a pair of lovely eyes back , then xue yang isn't sure where he could find it . he washes the red cloth on the water , pushes away his hair from one bare shoulder as he mumbles ; ❛ did you eat from the lotus cake lan wangji brought ? it was horrible . the lengths he's going to impress yilling laozu , so funny . he's not even close to what wei wuxian is . ❜ isn't that funny ; is he even remotely close to the beauty of xiao xingchen ? does he have any connections to the moon and gentleness of spring winds ? xue yang respects wei ying , more than anyone perhaps . there were nights he'd lay awake and wonder with eyes wide open – how did wei wuxian do such remarkable things ? he pauses momentarily , smiles with a lock of brown hair half-blocking his left eye . moonlight looks incredibly ugly compared to xingchen , tonight ; ❛ are you here for another set of leash hits ?? daozhang . have mercy . i haven't even eaten my dinner . ❜

@crue11 | xxc carefully not frowning about being called 'daozhang' at this stage-

They did tell him.

They tell him everything Xue Yang does and does not do, because Xiao XingChen vouches for him, a demonic cultivator, another one nonetheless, not quite as mad as the Grandmaster himself, but still as loathed via association alone, bringing Lan QiRen just one step closer to considering the very cultivation world itself lost.

Xiao XingChen knows, not so much painfully as begrudgingly well, that it's most likely his name that had gotten Xue Yang this spot Xiao XingChen had been the one to even demand for him.

It was a necessity.

One more step to fulfill the act that Xue Yang needed redemption he hadn't already fulfilled. One more move to make sure everyone to look at them walking as a pair would see that Xiao XingChen was doing a right and just thing... and that it wasn't his heart that came up with all these conclusions, all the different ways he could justify being as tightly bound to Xue Yang as Xue Yang decided to be bound to him.

So, yes.

They did tell him.

Because he demands to know.

And is he surprised?

No.

Xue Yang didn't become who he became or do what he did, and Xiao XingChen would not even be here, alive to mull over the past and whatnot, if it weren't for Xue Yang's knack for breaking rules and doing as he pleases. He couldn't quite tell how much of it was ingrained into his very character, and how much came to be as a vengeance towards the world that took so much effort to break him into becoming a demonic cultivator in the first place.

Fact is fact, that's all he knows, and if Xue Yang breaks a rule, well... Xiao XingChen can only be glad it was one coupled with a thirst for knowledge as opposed to a massacre waiting to happen.

Perhaps that is why he isn't here to scold him. Xiao XingChen spent a lot of time on a different kind of mountain. Baoshan Sanren had been just as disciplined and strict, but she never presented them with walls covered in thousands upon thousands of rules. The rules they were meant to follow, people like him, people like Song Lan, were implicit, intertwined into the behaviours they were taught to mimic.

Or... in other words, Xiao XingChen doesn't actually respect GusuLan as much as he pretends to, to guarantee Xue Yang a spot here.

The alternative, aforementioned Baoshan Sanren, was not an option - he couldn't return a second time - if he wanted to be around to keep people off Xue Yang's back and away from whatever reaction he would muster to having his toes stepped on.

Whichever sounds closer to the truth.

"You seem to hold quite a bit of reverie for Wei WuXian," Xiao XingChen says, as he seeks out the spot Xue Yang is talking from and assesses it coming close enough to the ground to consider him seated. He lowers himself to the ground nearby, and feels around for the air to turn into bare skin until he knows how much closer he needs to shift.

His fingers brush Xue Yang's arm and he pulls them back as if scalded, revealing no more than that until he's sat directly behind his... his... his?

His tone is carefully neutral. There's no reason for him to believe Wei WuXian and him are in anyway connected to one another, most likely placed in two different categories within Xue Yang's mind. He can't help but wonder, though, how likely Xue Yang would be to break more serious rules, just for a chance to learn from the Grandmaster of the cultivation he's known for.

"Don't be ridiculous," Xiao XingChen adds to the... well, ridiculous suggestion of himself appearing to add more punishment to Xue Yang's already marred back. He may not know what it looks like, but he heard it. And he's heard of how exactly GusuLan thinks discipline can be ingrained into its guest disciples.

One of the many reasons he doesn't like working with sects.

He finds Xue Yang's arm again and pinches the underside he can reach, hardly an action worth of note, just a way to pretend he's annoyed as opposed to all the other things he typically feels around him.

Conflicting and dissonant as they may be.

"Let me help you," his fingertips ghost along and upwards until Xue Yang's arm bends into a shoulder, and then carefully down the first inches of the expanse of his back. He's careful to make sure he's not pushing or adding pressure where the marks start, terrible things as exaggerated as some suggest demonic cultivation to be.

"I may not be able to see, but I've treated wounds of yours before. Then we can eat dinner."

#crue11 #the righteous;xingchen #your kiss tastes a lot like blood i'll bite a little harder to be blamed with you;xue yang & xiao xingchen #;answered #right out the gate gotta warn ya that i wasn't entirely Sober when i sat down to write this #but i could simply NOT wait #my head was an hydrogen atom okay my brain was the proton and this ask of yours the electron i NEEDED TO-#;queue

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lambify · 1 year ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @ghcstchild from xue yang

Xue Yang watches as the spirit trapping pouch is both observed and dismissed in the hands of Wei Wuxian, the only man capable of returning the cultivator in whites spirit to his body. If Wei Wuxian could rise from the dead after so many years, bringing the ghost general back at his side, there was very little that the delinquent believed he couldn't do.

Hand shakes, coming to a tight fist at his side ( sans his pinky finger that remains stick straight, clothed in the black fabric of a glove ), as his request for help is immediately dismissed. If a spiritual cognition doesn't have the will to live, then it'll most likely be impossible to save. It doesn't come naturally to him, to ask for assistance, in a world that had only ever tried to crush him beneath their feet. But something about the man before him makes it almost easy.

"We are of the same nature, Yilling Laozu -- I don't take to following the ways of others so easily . . . but you are something else." Is it jealousy or admiration that fuels Xue Yang's adoration of the demonic cultivator, he can't entirely be sure. Perhaps both. "This is not beyond you, so think of it as a challenge. Work with me."

#im going from cql canon so forgive me pls 🙏🏻 if this doesnt work i am like one million percent down to plot something #this is roughly prior to wen ning interrupting their fun little talk in episode 37!#working out xue yangs timeline in line with other characters is like doing quantum physics #chanting: yi city yi city yi city #xue yang: im ur biggest fan i just wanna see chenqing ONCE #* . 　 ♡ . ˚ ic - xue yang ˗ˏˋ lately i’ve been dressing for revenge ˎˊ˗

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libidomechanica · 11 months ago

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Untitled (“Yet I was a raven with simpring good”)

A limerick sequence

Stanza I

Is her womb to the western glooms and place! Yet I was a raven with simp’ring good. But whence from the charm of workmanship without her nose. Perhaps, and the Doctor!

Stanza II

My beloved! And then the yill. Leave you so longer in that bare the two could not a dawn in a snare: where the proud, by the self!—The book my wag, that slave to kiss.

Stanza III

Their view his Highness could add, he is also much to you, evening; I curse! Yet worse of loue, though Eve her pain, to land.-And-twenty yearning sleep,—for you ask me wrong!

Stanza IV

To love, repeatedly, in white hand. I am come near. And wel ymake. Them t is simplest Lute! If Johnny is not What house doors open’d wide, is, that’s meant.

Stanza V

By this meant to Juan’s head upon me. Plain roofs have him come to love, it worthy Them; behold the pity that was with spikenard sendeth! Name, and moonlighted too.

Stanza VI

” Desire, when thou dost that guiding. When all turn’d to me; Blythe angels such a grave I not kept.-Flowers first wast bounds, that has cost a quarter of a mile: his flame.

Stanza VII

And may be done, yet, lilies, love’s the threshold? Thine where you, unmov’d, as in a little rabbit mouth with his pedigree a places when the cheeks, who late obtaine.

Stanza VIII

Upon the trembled from the sounding thee from the spoken, but a thousand yet those darkness express’d; give me. And laying and comfort Johnny’s in your infant’s play.

Stanza IX

Wonder hill and fair moon was good? But he thing head, or that might me takes it about this. Prospects a matron who remember, never can only faire bound favour.

Stanza X

Out of the colour’d silk; next look at me! These moss-grown where thunders homeward wend; the way to dazzled Nature to glow between my beloved! How these, ye must now.

Stanza XI

How much fall to shrieue: now warm South, and a Padlock mean the western gate, Luke Havergal. As the Starrs, and there my soul loveth, without delay across the lovest!

Stanza XII

On hire baundoun. Then I thought thin fine golden skill in come to thee resort. ’St kills within a folding of your love’s ways into a butterfly with sapphires.

Stanza XIII

Scarce seen the known too. This mortal foe and destroy; and tempting peeps so gaily spring; with cloaths I quit, the torch fell: methinks water, beside me, lover, and then!

Stanza XIV

A datelesse then your most, to covet flying said he, amidst through the perceive his twilight. He pause, nay! And mother’s breast. The viewless would open Hand. The name.

Stanza XV

And scatter delight, moonlight emitted from thought him kiss in self-denial? And gazed that be now said he, amidst thou hadst thy footsteps as they circle the Pope.

Stanza XVI

How different the communion take time strife; but I call alive? I kiss’d herself shan’t imagine thy locks of them, but will take thee power? Her fears, that audit by?

Stanza XVII

A woman’s fate her lilies. How silent and if you luld me that, nor awake and spawns his glimmer, wake unto your love it enough it grieved, thought, and when the ground.

Stanza XVIII

Or crouching he dieth! Come thou accursèd things in woe I vowed haue to form cells? And that move me, who would knows when victim there heaven, they be why you so appalled.

Stanza XIX

And fears no blood, they resigns a breast. The hunt sweeter meant, I see a bed to loue me no answer him there in a sword did lie. But cannot more basest jewel out?

Stanza XX

Beauties Queen of that bare their transparent breath, thy humour dog, fondle you yet men dinner it, O Thyrsis, still weary of the bee sucked and swell a love unloved.

Stanza XXI

Whom all around over, yet long have thy worst of bed; her station—they look’d on her a palace! Led the grief that I unsex’d my love, you can one more we party?

Stanza XXII

The gastric juice? Heart in what it may not hush!—The bones of the sun; and stop at some pleasing, while both dark hills I wouldst print more than it by? Heirs unknown; a thousand.

Stanza XXIII

Take all many gazers mingling Herbe and pilaus, things which we carue, and wafted fruits thine. And I seem so little or the same pottery, both in more attendant?

Stanza XXIV

With truth and mount Gilead. The hour hand, I was a sudden lost a matter throng, and die? Then storm it part, e’en as its gulf on gulf of pain? Groan, who much grief its born.

Stanza XXV

Since I know where the warm th’ utmost mild, to make me with pleasure seen, which is not what was so far said some of pleasant: also could strike the arrowy smart.

Stanza XXVI

For Buskie-glen, fu’ is his proportion of bed? In visions with but as spring, market ranged for that love grows that sudden loss of claret is why young roes the more.

Stanza XXVII

Of the day! Before me: thou, or be destroy, that coinage to love ground the caique was sent from afar— what a hair I will strong,— beautiful dreamed black and such an end.

Stanza XXVIII

And there better, which Betty, go! And she knew each sad, thy love of life and my breast, oercharge some week or two, makes her sorrowing, and the day? Year where seen through deep.

Stanza XXIX

Come, sister, come! Sad probably its smooth my bale with mine eyes are obedient slumbers or names of the deep so sweetned so our complements hackney on the ox?

Stanza XXX

What is fechtin’ best, for a schoolmaster to our elements the speed of joking. My sheeted and ball. Bee for me; but which the cream from their prey; he slant of woe?

Stanza XXXI

Town’s harlot, as I desire, they have no Characters at a cadaver. The golden gleam; the which Juan,—swallowing, you stands, not Corydon no rival now!

Stanza XXXII

Neuer non but chariots. But some by expectator. Whose for me: Love! Now seldom come before to polished my own I find my heart, let breathe again, to land.

Stanza XXXIII

She preface, in her breast; i, sick to rid him from an old black lines be well- timed pride, is, that sad, our Cot o’er the folds: it scared juan a man. Held hands our country-folk.

Stanza XXXIV

Plain—simple shepherd struck desert short Metro ride you been rent her stores our shells alone; yet forests, my staff. Bright; for laik o’ gear, ye’ll cast out, and weep; desire!

Stanza XXXV

To the tape-recorder should be as unkind as you would solace bring dialogue with pale, snake. And thou start upon a little: his Grace ship terrors their own war!

Stanza XXXVI

Suck my fruitless and weep and because the industrious raiment state? Made of twelvemonth’s confidences three-score; their ways: they bellowed the owls have hearkens not!

Stanza XXXVII

My heart be that, beheld what to stop mine earth: to thinking and bade his vndersongs well too fondly on her slander’d to desire, whereof: now among our love’s wrong.

Stanza XXXVIII

Both did turn’d Love! And in whom my God! When she doth embrace, at which he seem’d to you, to endless divine, shrinking sigh: heaven— such a number. Away, among thee?

Stanza XXXIX

You hardly deigning receipts in full of the day, when live or dears sheep the treasure, and lifted prays, here a pair as she that she but in Thee dominion. But there?

Stanza XL

Some pines equals? Forget what it is, who love’s beautiful dreams that … felt like them to defining. Through your land; the arrowes tries and when will blooms and loneliness.

Stanza XLI

What, haue I thus wretch’d a tumult straight, as with risk. Rather fit she sees him whom all affliction finds all outran the plain pudding, hunting thine head and sin no more.

Stanza XLII

And brake, in ermin’d pride, wi’ twa white. At length of late and fourscore valiant, frame desired, and hoary. Birds in that phrase was to discover the charms from these days?

Stanza XLIII

And the darkness dwell the poesy, the husbandman? I also when shall steale but in one, and denied. Draw me, which did part alarm’d, aw’d with somewhat never have.

Stanza XLIV

Or louest thou art pouring age’s steel’d by some excuses; baba led Juan. Hand analys’d your kissing night we sought, the sulfuric air, and how so near her eyes?

Stanza XLV

He cam also risk’d her chamber study, and gentle force, intent upon her in thy joys of music. With her hair caught for instrument of a man and again.

Stanza XLVI

Wear thief. And, running on the Cross mud- honey of Nature invention the boughs; I watching lip, well she heau’nly sway. And the seas of fresher, the profanation.

Stanza XLVII

No? Or him droop not: Fortune has been a girl, who buys whole hotbeds in what sweeps plastic and voluntary pains of our life would like tower of Leutha’s valleys.

Stanza XLVIII

Runs it now with may not I? Envy of the ocean warriors by the rest. In five hundred mountain of ice cream once more; but etiquette forbade the way house same?

Stanza XLIX

In the work of their scorn that audit by advice: your bells, and even in selfe did pass heaving said she had got new fire—my miserably vain, the flown! The forests.

Stanza L

A message from the day, I feel them indeed! But a smoothly the morning! Said Juan stand amber, trampled what is a fast reason. On which he obey’d in the sun.

Stanza LI

Chinese say, object from cages pull and senses unknown? Distinguish for our sublime that hath never the deed that sweet maiden daily. Like to thee! Ah, ah, ah!

Stanza LII

And fear: why fairer find out and delicious crime: some relenting; or plaints, by and become the bought to gratitude, when the devil got we lay? Go forth a Swan.

Stanza LIII

I do not makes them in seas gang dry. Which of the twilight hand again, that solemn lightning puzzled are fix’d, but silken way, but they kisse, and quick-glancing nostrils?

Stanza LIV

But the year would be no garlands, friends, should make Cupids shaft in fairnesse plantation, for once! One she shade, of all her messenger and plight: with me ere long, long, dead?

Stanza LV

Replied: Pluck the ballad from the most to have a dolefull vertue they enter’d. I dinna sae uncivil be; gif ye find somethinks, nothing the morning free.

Stanza LVI

Have call; all my fond fantsies shine before me: thy north with large halloo! In love exhibits stub branch, there him down by Sandford, yield, thought and spin a warlike lilies.

Stanza LVII

To sit down at heav’nly-pensive ghosts of flower, and gazd on he fares, by dying mine. Some live with leads to heaved in tear stole down, singing on their daughter of him?

Stanza LVIII

Slow sad—and let thy fame! With our round, its firm hands, ah! Called tranquil muse a Bough, this new, and by the storie. My senses fail, this sons were I seek reclin’d wave high.

Stanza LIX

Where solitude, to lose thyself grew better, but before you almost sweet city tower. With thee from hands movement of sicknesse woeful valleys. Only in love.

Stanza LX

Bedeviled breath been slowly but ev’ry fear, for, I pray, to be impaled, or so love like tower. There not a seal of so you hardly leaves; but must deny it!

Stanza LXI

Upon the grave for honourable. The rooms, and me. In simmer, where; and to circummortal, nor Hope dare! Replies: her limbs are in her joys. And does therefore meet.

Stanza LXII

Upon our knees and in which looked in the meant to swinging, they enclos’d my good and changed forest her tears to thee! Rush back to speaks of the day, ye wadna been starue.

Stanza LXIII

The mandrakes given as though someone who clear Madam make him soft the even in its little that so swiftly filed. So Juan’s head, alone: our bodies rosy.

Stanza LXIV

Lurks in full choir hails that you, standing touch sang-froid, that twenty-four. In this cheeks like some holy order’d with her face, and men must I: for wearing theefe, A theefe!

Stanza LXV

Where he was tied again, my beloved; and loving them. With him that least, if she can breath; jealous dolphins sport I sought, nor to be lov’d! When I see Heaven know.

Stanza LXVI

To hunt, I put it on? Perfume: it was in one, and the long blue slips on that al hire leod to me. Wide as a truth to us, and come, and imagined us.

Stanza LXVII

Nearly immortal, who submits too long have you to me the want? Adding, hath more peace, were briefe there wil on his espousals, and red, then sitte the pony’s carried?

Stanza LXVIII

Laid pausing on the mind draw from hands. Thou the self-ingrain’d no wave bright insinuations turned the trellis and one did passions of our hand, present appetite.

Stanza LXIX

To you, maiden; wilt thou fall to speak. Will flaunts and the bright winds to Betty sees, but feele their heard, spikenard, there is yours, or her tyranny had with divine!

Stanza LXX

And, when, being of birds, pursuing, and dolefull worse. And broods above, can obey! Then up all song of that house, in her spark, attract; plain—simple greefs augment.

Stanza LXXI

The mountains, transformation yield. But die, old age of louers she nuh notice of her thine, from their will; syne as yet unvisited by Baba made her miracle.

Stanza LXXII

I come, and worshipp’d—they with her lot. Reigns; what can I could save thy waves of the voice; for trial,—alas! I stood resign; for laik o’ gear maks you recede throne, and smiles?

Stanza LXXIII

The substance remove, fame, wealth or comes! So when holly-bough, by Jove, and there’s no carnal part, I must dreams. Laughing on outside of the yill. Julia was free-borne?

Stanza LXXIV

Then need I none. Chamber, or Knolles, with evermore been cease and Faith the moon. As wonder, yet each error, driven out the day of his own undoing; oh me!

Stanza LXXV

She laid some wretches till spare, unworthy Kingdom of the windows, and mine when thou make. Offend her, and seasons as the tower’d as thoughts be in a sad quandary.

Stanza LXXVI

The man kept walking I am black eunuchs, black? Stutter tuning force our pathway stream here brib’d by one barren among our fate of fame, the worm erect a name?

Stanza LXXVII

Himself uprear, there’s the unbetraying: I pluckt, when the designed: she darts. And fish, and to comforts into and chastity in the plantation moves—female heard!

Stanza LXXVIII

Full of Lebanon. On this is pleasant art can pair cheapening held, in such vngratefulnesse, as clear as crystal clasping cauld, I knew na wherewith the Moon!

Stanza LXXIX

But, trowth, I call the sum, call’d his brought; I mourning hypocrisy desire, when the apron. Descend and virtue heav’nly fair than wine, the leave me? Meek Daughter!

Stanza LXXX

The devil takes they ne’er fortune, buzz, and clings mortal frame? Shall you to me, but, trowth, I care na Mary Morison.—And with you to me because of God in vain?

Stanza LXXXI

And melts in flower than all the treasure wouldst thought, and haply the wore, till to give; obliges me sent, etc. And must say, creatures, on your heart with sand.

Stanza LXXXII

Steadily as Jerusalem, terror of trespasse did raigneth! I cry: Love’s beautiful dreaming, mark, who like you, to your flag takes this during for the fayre sight?

Stanza LXXXIII

Chirping be, which open’d, but in her to be gone, hey ho chapelet on play in a clearer. Poetry house, who from the sprinkles steal a thousand make and ball.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #180 texts #limerick sequence

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liziocit · 3 years ago

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Family is patchwork, put together to make something colourful and warm (Pt.1)

This was inspired by @angstymdzsthoughts's JZX and WWX are friends Au. It derailed into something else, I hope you enjoy.

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It’s cold, he thinks.

Wei Ying shivers as a breeze brushes him by, goosebumps keep erupting on his skin even as he rubs them with his hands. He has to put his hands together and rub them frequently to get any warmth.

He wishes his parents were here with him, he doesn’t remember much about them. But he likes to imagine that whenever he is this cold his parents would carry him in a warm enveloping hug.

They would take him into a warm tub and scrub him gently while he played with them. He would be picked up after he feels all warmed up after that he’d be dried off and clothed with comfortable clean clothes.

Then he’d be placed on a bed to sleep and his parents would surround him like a barrier against the cold world with snarling dogs.

“Hey,” a voice startles him out of his day-dreaming.

A boy about Wei Ying’s age is in front of him, scowling as he looks around the street Wei Ying is in.

He is lavishly dressed with an obnoxious yellow colour as his clothing’s main theme, a stab of jealousy pierces through Wei Ying as he sees how the clothes shelter him in heat with their padding.

The boy or perhaps the young master is holding a lump in his hands, he is opening and closing his mouth a lot. He seems to be contemplating what he is going to say.

Although Wei Ying prefers to be uninterrupted in his day-dreams, his curiosity is something that he prefers to indulge when he can. He continues to watch this boy.

“I don’t need this,” the young master gestures at the lump,“ because I have too many to count normally I’d just throw them out.”

“But I am giving this to you because that’s what heroes do,” he continues as he seriously gives Wei Ying the lump.

Of all the things he expected this wasn’t any one of them. Was that what he was taking time to say?

Then the boy with yellow takes off running.

Are all young masters like that ? They must all be weirdos, then.

Wei Ying opens up the lump and sees it's a blanket stitched with golden peonies with 9 petals, it has the colour scheme of the young master: overwhelming yellow and accents of white. It smelled fresh.

His eyes blur as he wraps himself in the blanket, it was like a physical barrier against the unforgiving wintery air of Yiling.

It reminded him of his parents again.

He regrets thinking that the young master was a weirdo, he isn’t one. He’s a hero, one who runs away at the end instead of listening to the thanks he ought to receive, but that’s okay, maybe one day they’ll meet again.

He’ll say thank you then.

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In the end, he doesn’t stay in Yilling long enough to see his hero again.

He is picked by Uncle Jiang, he ends up in Yunmeng, where winter is spent in warm disciple clothes, eating warm lotus pork rib soup and playing with his shidi. With his warm and overwhelming shijie and shidi: Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng.

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He eventually forgets about his hero, but still holds onto his blanket revelling in its comfort.

His blanket had been worn down enough that only a small piece remained, it became a brown gold, darkened by the elements and time. He became gloomy about that.

However, his shidi , who couldn’t stand to see his shixiong gloomy, brought up something.

“Since you look gloomy whenever you see your diminishing clot-”

“It’s not a cloth, it's a blanket!” Wei Ying interrupts as he gestures towards his very small blanket.

Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes and continues ,”We could just add Yunmeng fabric to it am not sure where we’d get the fabric for that one,”

“But it won’t be the same you know, it has to have a certain feel to it,” he says as he runs his hand through the fabric: soft and silky to the touch. Yunmeng has no fabric like it.

Jiang Cheng frowns pensively at Wei Ying, “Then we’ll just have to look for it won’t we,”

“You say that as if it's simple,” Wei Ying retorts without looking at Jiang Cheng. ”I’ll know, I looked all around for it when we went to the market it wasn’t there,"

“I can’t believe am saying this,” Jiang Cheng mutters under his breath.

“Wei Wuxian! The Yunmeng Jiang sect has a motto,’Do the Impossible’,” Wei Ying looks up,” we are of the Yunmeng Jiang sect and we will do the impossible,”

#mdzs #wei wuxian #wei ying #the untamed #kinda #jin zixuan #jiang cheng #yunmeng siblings #jiang yanli #prompt #writing

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wangxianpromptsgenerator · 3 years ago

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Prompt 6: Unrequited Wen Xu/Wei WuXian

The concept is built around 2 main points which are: - Wen Xu questioning his father's teachings, eventually betraying his sect, torn between the love for his family and the Love of his Life. - While an oblivious Wei WuXian is happily chasing after Lan WangJi.

1. How he fell in Love:

Wei WuXian could have saved his life during a night hunt, which would shake the Wen heir since people around him usually have a motive for approaching him, never mind befriending him or doing him a favour.

Afterwards, Wen Xu would sneak around in civilian clothes around Jiang territories, hoping to stumble into him and befriending the Jiang head diciple. But he’ll never muster up the courage to approach him, content to catch a smile or a single glance perhaps. He'll appreciate his generosity, his kindness, his selflessness, and eventually, falls in Love with him from afar. It would be a little tragic. For Wei WuXian, the day he saved Wen Xu’s life was a Thursday. He's the Head disciple, is used to night hunting which means working with rogue cultivators occasionally. And he has trouble remembering faces unless you really catch his attention. So for him, saving him wouldn't be a big deal whereas he'd be the Sun around which Wen Xu's life orbits. He’ll be a respite from WRH's court and a reminder that Goodness exists.

Meanwhile Wen Xu would only be one of the faceless cultivator he worked with in the past, not really significant or worth noticing until Wen Xu is asked to take up arms for his father's cause.

2. The War & Sun Shot Campaign

Following the events of the archery competition, Wen Xu could have had convinced his father to attack Cloud Recesses first (instead of Yunmeng Jiang, with which they share a border).

During indoctrination, he could have talked WZL into sparing Wei WuXian’s golden core. When Wen Chao was sent to Lotus Pier, he could have sneaked in and ensured that Wei WuXian stayed safe (both during the massacre of Jiang disciples and when both WWX & JC were on the run) only for his brother to capture him and throw him to the Burial Mounds as soon as Wen Xu was called back by his father. He is eventually killed by Nie MingJue, but could have come back as a ‘sentient’ corpse whose only will is to protect the Love of his Life. As a corpse, he could have saved Lan Wanji’s Life as he trusts him to protect WWX in his stead (knowing how his cultivation makes him isolated) (WWX would never know that one of the Dead that keeps helping him and following him around is Wen Xu) 3. Wei Wuxian’s death, his resurection and WangXian After Wei Ying dies, he may be overcome with resentment (and kill unexpected Jin cultivators). He could wander around Yilling since cultivators would never be able to fully suppress him (but they let him be eventually since he doesn’t attack civilians) Or, he could wander around Cloud Recesses since the barriers wouldn’t let him in. LWJ would be told eventually to deal him him, only to leave him be once he learns he’s only looking after Wen Yuan (why he would ask, he’s the only thing I have left of Wei Ying, he would whisper, and they would share some kind of kinship) Once WWX is resurected, He’ll probably be subjected to WangXian pinning and PDA, get a front seat to their marriage and be happy that, at last, the one he Loves gets to be happy. He’ll wait until WWX dies of old age before letting himself pass on. (Wei WuXian would be aware of a ghost lingering by but not its name, nor why it would stay by his side. He would leave him be after ensuring that ‘the ghost’ doesn’t have ill intentions.) (All of his Life, and even in Death, he’ll try to protect the one he Loves. Never expecting anything in return, not even acknowledgement)

#WangXian prompt #Tragedy #Unrequited love #Wen Xu character development #grand master of demonic cultivation #mo dao su zhi #canon adjacent #Did it inspire you?#Feel free to share short stories and snippets #Unrequited Wen Xu/Wei WuXian

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scarletjedi · 4 years ago

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I don’t think it’s a surprise that I read a LOT of fanfic. Recently, that fanfic has been almost exclusively in CQL/MZDS/The Untamed. I have read some truly *mindblowing* and *heartwrenching* fics. I have read some *epic* smut. I have seen some *amazing* art.

And, of course, I have read a LOT of time-travel fixits.

I think that time-travel fixits is, by in large, one of my favorite tropes. there’s something about character who have completed their arc going back in time to create a softer world for themselves, a better world for themselves and those they love, or simply addressing issues that they were too young/immature to make that just speaks to me. It’s highly reflective and deeply nostalgic and allows for a greater exploration of canon timelines.

So, I’ve been thinking, recently, about what would make my ULTIMATE time travel fixit for The Untamed. A lot of this will sound like my Sangcheng Time travel fixit AU, which should surprise nobody, but hey - it’s been a few months. I want some new things now.

Scarletjedi’s Time Travel Au Wishlist

Both Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian travel back in time

Their type of all encompassing devotion is one of my favorite features of their relationship, post resurrection, and I want to maintain that. I don’t think it would be quite the same if Lan Wangji didn’t mourn for 16 years

...and a Lan Wangji who is willing to look the Lan Elders in the face and say “I recognize that the Council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I have elected to ignore it,” is comedy gold. Also, a force to be reckoned with, and one that will be necessary to facilitate change.

Sneaking Around Gusu to Fool Around Shenanigans. If this is my AU wishlist, there’s a sprinkling of cherrypicked book canon, and “everyday is everyday” is part of it. Though, please boys, use oil.

Yilling Laozu’s Wicked Tricks without the bad reputation. Subian and Chenqing. Wei Wuxian’s original body.

Jiang Cheng has traveled back in time

Jaing “Right in front of my salad!” Cheng!

Sandu Shengshou is a badass, and I love my angry purple lightning baby. I want to see the confidence that he has, the sharp tongue that tells the truth even when inconvenient, because it’ll set some necessary foxes on the henhouse.

I choose to believe that in cql canon that Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng attempt to reconcile in some way. The “lets be brothers in our next life” well - it’s Wei Wuxian’s next life, so brothers, baby! Only this time they have been learning how to talk to each other, so they don’t need to rely on Yanli to do all their emotional labor.

Jiang Cheng raised Jin Ling. He built his sect back up from ashes after losing everything and made it a force to be reckoned with. And then he’s a TEENAGER with a CURFEW and yesss

Grown up Jiang Cheng vs his Parents.

A scene where, during Sunshot when Jiang Cheng is out re-earning his title, Jiang Fengmian is forced to confront the fact that his son is a badass and it had *nothing to do with him*. ...and the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon...

...fuck it, reunite the Yunmeng Trio! Jiang Yanli is back, baby!

absolution for the brothers that only she can give

Let Yanli get Angry, 2021

No, seriously, this is mostly to give Yanli the opportunity to have some fucking agency and be proactive. Perhaps she embraces her Yu side more -- or, as I think Jiang Cheng has embraced his into Yu, she learns to be more Jiang. I think I’d like to see Jiang Yanli out Jiang Jiang Fengmian.

She deserves more time to be happy, so...

...Jin Zixuan and come back too...

mostly because I like the idea of having everyone come back before the Gusu Lectures start, and I want him to allow them to stay together at the inn. This pulls double duty of making Wangji wait longer for Wei Wuxian (and I would love to see him just loose all sense of propriety and lay on on him the minute they’re in proximity), but also gives us a chance to know this absolute goober.

because he is a goober. he’s a himbo who loves his wife. They can also have fun sneaking around adventures. For a treat. But, knowing what’s coming, I’m sure they’re able to not bring Jin Ling into this world early....

Give Jin Zixuan friends, damnit. Also, having a Jin on the inside of Jinlintai will also help their plans. Speaking of plans...

...Nie Huaisang, but he’s the last one, I promise!

Listen. They’re facing Wen Rohan and Jin Guangshan, they’re going to need a schemer.

I can do that think where nobody knows he’s back right away because Meng Yao is there and Nie Huaisang doesn’t want to give anything away, and he can totally figure the rest of them out first and then choose when to reveal himself - likely at the time he’ll find the funniest.

I’m 100% behind him revealing himself to the group because he starts fooling around with Jiang Cheng. I am 200% behind him letting JC know quickly, and the two of them decide to wait to see how long it’ll take for the rest of them to figure it out.

Nie Huaisang is Weak For A Nie (which means he’s strong to rival Lan Wangji)

Like I said, they come back as teenagers, before the Wen’s begin their attack. I’d like to see Lotus Pier and Cloud recesses survive, but they don’t have to be unscathed. I’d like to see the Jiang’s survive, but they don’t have to be unscathed. Wen Ning never becomes the Ghost General, but I’d like him and Wen Qing to stay Wens.

I’d like a Meng Yao redemption arc. why not. and you can kill Xue Yang. Get. Rid. Song Lan and Xiao Xingcheng reconciliation with bonus AQ-Qing.

A lot of time travel fixits do a lot of these, but none of them do all of it.

I dunno. Anyway. Feel free to chat with me about this - I’d love to discuss details!

#the untamed

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captain-stab-a-hoe · 4 years ago

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I wrote another fic that I don't have the balls to post on ao3 woooooow. Low-key think I accidently got inspiration from a post i saw but i mostly wrote this because i made myself cry yesterday for no goddamn reason but anyways take it

Stories are very fascinating. Making up a whole world and people different from the ones you’d meet on the street is so fun. Exaggerating a daily event that happened is fun too. The way you tell and read a story is half of the magic that comes from stories. Xiao Xingchen had nothing but stories and books. He would listen to Baoshan Sanren tell stories of martial gods to his young sisters and brothers. When he left his mountain, books became his prime source of knowledge; he mostly read stories for entertainment than about society and sects though.

Song Lan became quickly aware of Xiao Xingchen fixation on storytelling. The first night they spent together has consisted of Xiao Xingchen telling stories made up on the spot and Song Lan listening with slight amusement. Thank Gods Xiao Xingchen was such a chatterbox that he didn't have to say much.

Song Lan didn't grow up reading many stories. Yes, he studied books on sword forms, cultivation, and taoism, but he never heard stories of great dragons that ruled heavens and immortal peak lords that could kill giant beasts with just one slash of a sword. That doesn't mean he wasn't somewhat curious about them though. Try as he might, he could not stop his fascination when Xiao Xingchen told these kinds of stories whenever they slept together. These stories weren't the best; Xiao Xingchen was actually terrible at storytelling. But, these were the only stories he'd been exposed to so much since meeting Xiao Xingchen. He grew to love them. He very much missed them.

Xiao Xingchen never regretted giving his eyes to Song Lan. He believed he had to take responsibility for the slaughtering of innocecnt people and the mutilation of his former friend. Even after Song Lan hated him, he didn't regret it. Though sometimes he had his moments. Not moments of regret or resentment that he was assumed to have. Xiao Xingchen felt empty when the extent of his reading could only come from touching an occasional book.

Xue Yang grew up around stories: if you could consider them as such. He heard much gossip on the streets. People told exaggerated stories about anyone and everything: Claims of Sect Leader Jin's bastards, stories of a wicked Yilling Patriarch, and pity for Sandu Shengshou that would dare not be spoken out loud in his presence. Xue Yang learned that stories can quickly become rumors and blatant lies

"You took down a fierce corpse with a sword? Ha! I've fought twenty of them with my bare hands!"

Despite his young age, he knew it was mostly bullshit to get five minutes of fame and maybe

some good credit and people were stupid enough to believe it.

He has known times where stories were innocent and almost soothing. There were few brothel workers that took pity on Xue Yang and let him sleep in their rooms or sheds for a night or two. Some of those women would read books to Xue Yang when he had been too restless to sleep. They would talk of fairies becoming stars to light up the night. A chubby goddess who sometimes gave those on the street enough food for the night. Xue Yang knew it wasn't real, but they him a few moments of childhood he barely got to enjoy.

So, when Xue Yang found himself listening Xiao Xingchen's stories, he wasn't too surprised that he felt "nostalgic". He had allowed it as it was a decent way to pass time when he couldn't sleep, and it would shut little blind up for a few hours. Xiao Xingchen's stories were more mythical (?) than what Xue Yang has heard. Instead of tales of fairies and angels, he told stories of dragons and mighty Gods. Xue Yang would called them stupid if Xiao Xingchen didn't look so happy telling them. Not that he would care if the taoist was happy and anyone who said otherwise was more stupid than his stories.

Xiao Xingchen was very happy that his friend decided to join in their little storytime. Ever since he left his moutain, nobody has ever read to him or told him stories. He supposes he is too old for listening to childrens' tales, but sometimes he missed being able to let his imagination wonder and let words paint a visual in his head. It was a bit of a breath of fresh air when his friend joined it willingly.

Xiao Xingchen heard tales so exaggerated that he couldn't help but giggle. When his friend told scary tales, he'd gasp and hold onto his sleeve. Sometimes his blindfold would get a little red if a sad story was told. He couldn't help it if stories got him emotional sometimes! Especially when his friend told a particular story about a boy who wanted sweets.

Xiao Xingchen made sure to give his friend and A-Qing candy everyday after that.

It's not calmness Song Lan would say he has experienced from time to time. There's no way he could experience such a thing after Xiao Xingchen died: That's what he thinks at least. Song Lan would call it a moment of quiet in his mind. It comes when Xue Yang makes him watch over Xiao Xingchen when he's gone to gather more talismans. Cleaning his corpse is an odd moment of quiet too he thinks. But the strangest moment of quiet comes at nightfall.

Xue Yang huddles up next to Xiao Xingchen and allows Song Lan to sit next to him and the small fire he's made. Xue Yang reads a story they've both heard before. Song lan remembers Xiao Xingchen always teared up telling this story. Xue Yang pauses a few times and looks over at Xiao Xingchen, expecting a sniffle or gasp. Instead, he's the one that tears up, and Song Lan closes his eyes to imagine.

"I know you must tire of hearing this same story. The ending gets me everytime! Perhaps I could come up with a happy ending someday, hm?"

#xue yang #xiao xingchen #song lan #yi city #can be a ship fic if you want #honestly i'm not sure lmao

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illoustrioustaco · 4 years ago

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Playmates

Continuation of this story by nirejseki: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24424165/chapters/61951186

@robininthelabyrinth

“Trade?” Nie Mingjue said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Trading with him hasn’t worked since he was -”

Nie Mingjue trailed off, a half forgotten conversation playing in the back of his mind before he felt the corners of his lips turning up in a grin. There was something promised in trade, that his brother would willingly go to his Saber Practice for, both him and his Atuin lazy lump of steel that he was. It was just that Mingjue had had to give up on it after several months of searching and not finding the right way to fulfill his end of the promise.

There was someone available now though, publicly exiled from his clan and prime for taking into the Nie sect fold. It wasn’t like he had done something truly unforgivable either to earn his exile, it was only that the Jiang Sect and Clan didn’t have enough political clout to stand up to the fat windbag currently leading the Jin clan.

“Don’t get a big head,” he snapped at Jin Guangyao when his little sworn brother smiled, though he was far too pleased with his current realizations to put any venom into the words. “I need to make preparations for a journey.”

XXX

It didn’t take long to select a dozen disciples to take with him just in case Wei Wuxian and the Wen remnants decided to cause trouble with Nie Mingjue when he came to collect him. It wasn’t that Nie Mingjue thought he couldn’t take care of fifty Wen-dog cultivators if the situation called for it, it was just that he wanted to get this done as quickly as possible so that Nie Huisang couldn’t find some way to wriggle out of the agreement.

An agreement fifteen years overdue, but it was a solemn promise and one did not simply break one’s word as a Nie. Not even a Nie as sneaky and lazy as Nie Huisang, and if only Jin Guangyao had remained Meng Yao at his side he would have been a perfect match for this forgotten promise as well.

Alas, his sworn brother had well and truly earned his exile before everything was said and done, and Jin Guangyao was far too smug that he could come and go at will being Nie Mingjue’s sworn brother.

Perhaps once this matter was settled and he didn’t have to waste so much time getting Nie Huisang to practice his saber, he and Lan Xichen could set Jin Guangyao straight.

(And maybe he could get the sweet little snake into bed with them as well since it would no longer be inappropriate due to the fact that Meng Yao had been his subordinate. Now they were on more equal footing so the exile was just as well. If only he hadn’t had to lose that competent commander right before a war, though he could certainly see why Meng Yao had decided he needed to be murdered. He had been more of a jackass than the next ten commanders combined, but skill and the ability to take orders were more valued than polite manners. Oh well.)

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he got to the Burial Grounds, but he did know that it was unlikely that Wei Wuxian would simply let him in to explain so instead of waiting for the Yilling Patriarch to come take down the wards and let them in, Nie Mingjue simply went through them, using power to overwhelm the surprisingly sturdy ward.

He remembered Wei Wuxian from their time working together in the Sunshot Campaign, the arrogant but sickly looking youth that he was, and it was only two months ago that he stood in front of the gathered sect leaders at Koi Tower and demanded to know where the Wen prisoners were being held.

He expected that the Wens would be up in arms about him sweeping in this way, he expected that the Yilling Patriarch would be at the forefront. He hadn’t expected to see only Wei Wuxian, dressed in sturdy but obviously well used peasant rags barely patched enough to be decent and a pale youth with puppet lines on his neck but clear, scared eyes to greet him in front of some ancient ruins. A few shacks had been built nearby, dingier than anything in Qinghe where they had building codes just to prevent shacks like this that could collapse if someone looked at them wrong.

He had expected a few dozen Wen Cultivators at least standing firm, and instead saw a few faces of half starved elders peered out from the doorway to the ruins. Wei Wuxian himself looked more like a lean, mangy, starved cat than the sleek if sickly looking youth who had provided a means to end the war much sooner than it might otherwise have been won.

“Get your things together. You and your retainers are coming to Qinghe with me,” he stated, his eyes taking in the ratty, sickly looking crops and adding that together with the half starved look of every face he could see.

“Re… retainers?” Wei Wuxian sputtered, his hand tightening on the black flute he carried. “The people here are not retainers, we’re simple farmers. What do you gain by coming here to arrest us like this?” he demanded, anger clear on his features.

Nie Mingjue ignored him, turning to his men who had all put their sabers away and looked rather uncomfortable.

“Help them get packed up. I don’t see a decent sword among the lot so you’ll have to get home the long way. Make sure they get a few decent meals in them before you get to the Unclean Realm,” he instructed, and his men moved out only to stop as the pale youth beside Wei Wuxian stepped forward, determination on his features.

“What do you want with Young Master Wei?” the youth asked, his voice softly shaking with a mild stutter. Nie Mingjue found himself admiring that the young man was willing to step forward even though he was obviously scared.

“He’s coming to Qinghe with me,” Nie Mingjue stated, gleeful plans of using Wei Wuxian to get his brother to train properly still running through his head.

“Why?” the youth asks, and Mingjue finds himself laughing.

“You’ll see when everyone else does,” he explains, before reaching forward to move past the youth. The boy reaches back to stop him, and it is briefly like pressing against a stone wall.

XXX

“I got you Wei Wuxian,” Nie Mingjue announced.

“<i>Fuck!</i>”

“And Wen Qionglin,” his big brother continued cheerfully, and Nie Huisang groaned even as he placed the tip of his fan to his forehead.

“And… And Wen Qionglin? Wen Ning? Da-ge, why? Also, how?” he found himself asking, not trusting his brother’s cheerful grin at all.

“Come have dinner with them,” his brother stated, and Nie Huisang groaned even as he followed his brother to the small family dinning room, where he found his friends tied up and gagged in the rarely used guest seats.

“Da-ge, what did you do?” Huisang asked, turning a glare on his brother. “Did you kidnap them?”

“No…” his brother stated after several moments of thought. Wei Wuxian obviously disagreed with this assessment from the way he started wriggling against the ropes binding him, angry sounds escaping from behind his gag.

Wen Ning looked much more dignified about it, but clearly wasn’t happy to be bound with what looked like spirit rope.

“The Jiang sect is going to declare war on us Da-ge,” Huisang chided, even as he moved to undo Wei Wuxian’s gag first.

“They can’t. They kicked him out so he’s fair game,” Nie Mingjue stated petulantly, and Huisang rolled his eyes even as Wei Wuxian flinched.

“That doesn’t mean you can kidnap us!” were Wei Wuxian’s first words, and Nie Huisang rolled his eyes again.

“Yea Da-ge. Besides, everyone knows that Young Master Wei’s exile is only temporary.”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s temporary, they left him loose so fair game,” Nie Mingjue said again, looking rather stubborn, which again made Wei Wuxian flinch. Sometimes, Huisang suspected people couldn’t read his older brother as well as he could, though it was nowhere near as bad as Lan Wangji.

“Temporary?” Wei Wuxian asked, looking just a little lost and confused. “I was kicked out. That’s not temporary.”

“Of course it is. By this time next year the Jiang sect will have enough political clout saved up to pardon you, and the Lan Sect will probably back them because of your friendship with Sect Leader Lan’s brother,” Huisang babbles, even as he finishes untying Wei Wuxian and moves over to untie Wen Ning. “Da-ge, why did you grab Wen Ning too?”

“Two playmates for the price of one. There’s no way you can avoid saber training now,” his brother says smugly sitting down at his own place as amused servants bring in dinner for the four of them.

“That’s not how that works!” Nie Huisang pointed out vehemently, checking to make sure the spirit ropes hadn’t hurt Wen Ning in any way, though it quickly became clear that his brother had used spirit ropes for a reason. He could feel the negative energy animating the once quiet, shy boy he had barely caught glimpses of when he studied at Cloud Recesses.

“Sure it is. Now lets’ talk training schedules,” Nie Mingjue said, the grin on his features the same one he had worn when he came in to inform Nie Huisang he had finally fulfilled his end of the promise.

“Do we get any say in this?” Wei Wuxian demanded, though he was applying himself to the food in front of him.

“No,” Nie Mingjue said, while at the same time Nie Huisang sighed and said “Yes.”

As much as Nie Huisang didn’t look forward to actually having to put effort into his training, he really liked the idea of Wei Wuxian here. The youth had become his best friend far faster than it should be possible, and judging from the skinny, haggard look of him and the rags he was dressed in (not to mention the way he was applying himself to the barbecue that was dinner) he had been going through a rough time.

So he turned his most wounded puppy eyed look to his friend, the same pout that still got him what he wanted most of the time from his brother, so long as it didn’t involve shirking training.

“Don’t you want to stay, Young Master Wei?” he asked, letting his voice quail just a little, which was probably too much from the unimpressed look his friend gave him. “Won’t it be much better than spending the next year or so in the burial mounds?”

Wei Wuxian looks almost dismayed at the idea, and for the first time Wen Ning speaks up and Nie Huisang turns to his brother at the question voiced.

“What about my family?”

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Wen Qing’s first view of the Unclean Realm is from horseback, and the foreboding stone walls of the fortress nestled deep in the mountains are somehow more intimidating than NeverNight had ever been. Nevernight had been more a place of duty and fear than a home, and some part deep inside of her fears that this place will become as much of a prison for her family.

At least at the Burial Mounds she knew her elderly kin wouldn’t be worked to death on the orders of the cultivaton world at large.

When Chifeng-Zun had tied up her brother with spirit rope and then Wei Wuxian when he tried to oppose him and flew off with them on his saber, Wen Qing had rather thought she would never see either of them again. She was certain that the dozen men left behind had orders to execute all of them, and that they would all become just more bodies left forgotten in the Burial Mounds.

She hadn’t expected them to be relatively polite as they chivied the civilians through packing everything they had worked so hard to create before guiding them down the mountain and into Yilling where horses were purchased for everyone. Many of her kin had to ride double, and Wen Qing tightened her grip on tiny A-Yuan as they passed under the fortress gate.

For all that the cultivators riding with them were polite, they were obviously not going to let any of the Wens escape either and none of her elderly kin had attempted it, though Granny had whispered to Wen Qing in the night that she ought to try her luck and escape with her baby cousin.

“They have A-Ning,” Wen Qing had said simply, before letting herself cry on Granny’s shoulder through the night, until she had to face the morning once more composed and steady for her people. For all that they were her kin, she was their leader and owed it to the Uncles and Aunties to be calm and collected and give them face.

When they dismounted the horses with their meager belongings, Wen Qing expects to be taken to a dungeon, or even perhaps straight to execution. Instead disciples and servants bustle around, herding her family into what is obviously a large dining hall for the disciples and they are given a late midday meal.

(Every day there have been hearty meals provided by the men guarding them, with meat dishes served prominently as they crossed the border into the territories under Qinghe. Despite being in the saddle from near sunrise every day to near sunset with only breaks for meals, her people no longer look as thin as corpses. Wen Qing is confused and dares not let herself hope.)

They are eating in silence, though the disciples that had been traveling with them have claimed their own table and are boisterous with conversation with their fellows that they have not seen in the week it has taken to get from Yilling to Qinghe. If it is to be their last meal together, at least it is a very nice one, with a variety of well cooked dishes, and meat on every plate. Wen Qing gives A-Yuan some more off of her own plate, determined that he will have a full belly for what is to come.

They are nearly all finished eating when Wei Wuxian bounces in, worry lines leaving his face as he sees them and his habitual bright grin lighting him up.

“A-Yuan!” he greets as he bounces over to scoop Wen Qing’s young cousin up into a deep hug, the relief plain in every line of his body. Wen Qing opens her mouth to scold him for interrupting the boys meal, only to close it again with a look of deep disapproval. She cannot bring herself to be cross with him, not when there are tears on his face and he looks healthier than he has in many months despite the best care she could give him with no tools or herbs.

When he has calmed down, and A-Yuan is no longer crying into ‘Xian-gege’s’ arms, Wen Qing levels her best glare at him.

“What is going on?” she demands, and he squirms under her glare before looking her in the eye with the expression she has come to know over the last few months means only trouble.

“Well… you see…”

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Coda From Lan Wangji

Wangji was stiff as he approached the Burial Mounds, a bag of toys and sweets for A-Yuan tucked into one sleeve and another of building materials and what money was his own tucked into the other. It had been months since his first and last visit here, but try as he might he could not stay away.

He had been punished for his first visit, and would be punished again when he returned home and told Xichen and Uncle where he had been, but even though he tried to tell himself he should not come, he could not stay away.

He is mildly alarmed that the wards to the entrance of the settlement Wei Ying and his people had been building are not there, and in fact seem to have been torn away.

He is more alarmed as he runs up the path that he does not see a single person tending the now overgrown and rotting fields. He does not panic as he checks every dwelling for signs of people or bodies before searching every inch of the cave and the ruins of Demon Subdue Palace. If one were to observe and tell him that he was franticly searching for any sign of Wei Yings talismans or the people who had been here, he would tell them they were being ridiculous even as he hastened yet more in his desperation to find some sign of them.

When he has determined that there is absolutely no one, not bodies nor living, left in the settlement he heads for Yilling.

He is calm and collected when he asks after the people who had been living on the mountain, careful not to say who they were or too explicitly where they were from.

When he hears stories of cultivators dressed in silver and gray who carried sabers and the large number of horses they had bought for a small villages worth of elderly and lame people not one month before, he panics more. He does not know what expression he is wearing that the man sharing the news with him takes a few steps back with shock, and he barely remembers to thank him for his time before he is pulling Bichen from her sheath to fly to Qinghe.

He does not know why the Nie Sect has kidnapped the people Wei Ying had rescued, and it has been several weeks already so Lan Wangji may be too late to do anything yet, but he cannot bear the thought of another moment without at least finding out what had happened to Wei Ying and his people.

When he arrives at the Unclean Realm he is admitted quickly, the disciples at the gates taking a look at him before hastily opening the gates and sending a running messenger to Sect Leader Nie.

Wangji is stalking forward to demand answers when they find him instead, a tiny child dressed in rich silver plowing into his leg with a happy shout.

“Rich-gege!” he says joyously, and Wangji can barely recognize the child no longer dressed in rags and pudgy with weight instead of lean with hunger.

“A-Yuan,” he states, easily scooping the boy into his arms and looking around.

The sight of Wei Ying and Nie Huisang in the courtyard in front of him makes his legs weak with relief and he finds himself on the ground even as he listens to Wei Ying’s voice.

“Aaa aahh! Young Master Nie it’s my <i>job</i> to make sure you trian! No not the hair!” he is yelling with a laugh, even as Nie Huisang rubs a handful of dirt into Wei Ying’s head.

“Young Master Lan?” a voice asks, and he looks up to see Uncle Four carrying a jug and looking at him in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I… went back to Yilling,” Wangji explains, feeling his ears heat even as he sees Nie Mingjue stride out of the entry way of the main compound and look directly at him with a raised eyebrow. “Could you tell me what happened?”

#CQL #wei wuxian #lan wangji #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #wen qing #wen ning #Wen Yuan #the untamed

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wangxianficrecs · 1 year ago

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Proud Author of a New Work

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Proud Author of a New Work! I recently posted a new fic. I would recommend this as a dark!Wangji fic who goes insane after wwx's death, and goes back in time to fix everything. There are a few warnings that I'm very vocal about in the first chapter, but I hope it will be an exciting read! @mrcformoso

A Matter of Time

by mrcformoso

M, WIP, Wangxian

Summary: When Lan Wangji went back in time to the first time he met Wei Wuxian, he thought it would be on their spar on the rooftops. He thought of how much he would have to change their interactions through the Cloud Recesses, how he would have to find a way to split Wei Wuxian from the Jiangs… But when he came to his body, he found himself holding out a toy drum to a little child, a little A-Ying, in the streets of Yilling. 'Huh.' Lan Wangji thought as the little boy smiled up at him. 'This will be easier than I thought.' Or: After Wei Wuxian’s death, something broke in Lan Wangji. He would do anything to get the love of his life back, safely in his arms. Even rewrite history.

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Another comment from @mrcformoso regarding the story New Perspective (Kay's Rec): This story has since been updated with two more stories in the series! One is in wwx's POV and the other is in lsz I hope those who followed this will like those additions.

New Perspective (Series)

by mrcformoso

T, 35k, WIP, Wangxian

Summary part one: “Lan Zhan, let me go.” The last memory Lan Zhan has of Wei Ying was the soft, serene smile on his face as he fell to his death. It was, perhaps, what haunted him the most. When it came to the matters regarding Wei Ying, Lan Zhan was always too late. A character study looking into Lan Zhan’s character development between Wei Ying’s death and resurrection, and his struggles of changing in the wake of his newfound fatherhood.

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)

#Author boost #Proud Author of a New Work #New Work by a Proud Author #Wangxian Fic Recs #A Matter of Time #WIP #Work in Progress #mrcformoso #New Perspective #Mature #Teen #medium fic 15k-49k

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omgkatsudonplease · 6 years ago

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恭喜发财+more yilling patriach!lwj plz >:3c

Lan Wangji first hears the arguments from the shadows.

Jin Guangyao’s wife, Madam Qin, clutches a letter in her hands, thumps her fists against her husband’s chest in anger and frustration. Lan Wangji had only ever heard of their marital bliss, marred only once by the tragic death of their only son in his infancy.

The shadows envelop Madam Qin, cradling her in its arms. She is a familiar friend to death and despair. After all, she had unwittingly married a man who deals in it.

“A-Ying,” Jiang Yanli’s voice is half-breathless when she pulls him aside. “Have you seen Lianfang-zun anywhere?”

Wei Wuxian glances through the room, before spotting the man in question deep in conversation with Lan Xichen, even touching briefly at his shoulder. “Yeah, he’s with Sect Leader Lan,” he says.

Jiang Yanli hums. “Good,” she says, before pulling him out of the room once more.

“Shijie?” Wei Wuxian asks, as she pushes him into an alcove tucked behind a silk tapestry, looking warily about her. What could have possessed her to become so wary of her surroundings? “Is – is everything alright?”

“My husband,” says Jiang Yanli, wobbling her lips as she turns back to him, “has been missing for far too long, A-Ying. I suspect the worst may have befallen him.”

Wei Wuxian feels as if someone suddenly plunging a sword into his gut from the other side of the curtain would’ve been a kinder fate. The headless corpse of Jin Zixuan, sitting in a room in Lotus Pier, flickers guiltily though his mind. “What do you wish for me to do?” he asks.

“Find out what’s happened to him,” pleads Jiang Yanli. “Find him, shidi. For me, please.”

Wei Wuxian’s mouth works uselessly; all he can do is open his arms for a hug, and let her run into it, sobbing against his shoulders.

He doesn’t have the heart to tell her the truth yet.

In the shadows, a bronze mirror transforms into a doorway. Jin Guangyao strides through it with ease. Lan Wangji slips in after, the shadows easily concealing him within the chamber beyond.

Madam Qin is sitting mute upon a chaise in this room, her gaze trance-like with shock. Jin Guangyao slips the letter from her nerveless fingers, throwing it casually into one of the braziers burning bright against the wall. He goes through the various torture devices lying in the room, through the reams of antiques and powerful cultivation artefacts.

Bichen’s familiar white glare catches Lan Wangji’s eye. His hands twitch for it, but he catches himself at the last minute. He’s not supposed to be in here, after all. Not with Madam Qin around, and certainly not with Jin Guangyao still in the room.

“Think about what you wish to do, my love,” says Jin Guangyao, his words flung like daggers at his wife. She quivers with hatred and betrayal, turning her face from him as he sweeps from the room. Lan Wangi moves with the shadows, his interest is piqued by the elegantly-lacquered cabinet sitting in the corner.

He sends forth a tendril of shadow to creep through the cracks of the cabinet door, and is startled at what he finds within.

Sect Leader Nie takes Wei Wuxian aside almost as soon as he re-enters the banquet hall. “I saw you talking to Sect Leader Lan,” says Nie Mingjue, refusing to beat around the bush as always. “Did he seem different at all to you?”

Wei Wuxian purses his lips, looks over at where Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao are still conversing. “Define different,” he says.

“My last conversation with him was not…” Nie Mingjue sighs, rubbing at his temples. “We had a fight. He has not shown up to any meetings between us sworn brothers since.” He pauses. “It was his idea to add Lianfang-zun to our brotherhood; he thought that perhaps it would help better our relationship by having to work together, but –”

“You think I could do something about it?” asks Wei Wuxian, frowning.

“No,” says Nie Mingjue. “He has been avoiding me. And as his sworn brother I have a duty to worry for his health.”

“His health,” echoes Wei Wuxian.

Nie Mingjue nods. “I fear he may suffer qi deviation if he continues down this path. This… pursuit of his brother… is only harming him, as it should have never been in his nature to be so ruthless.”

“Again, I don’t know if I’m the one to ask about fixing this,” says Wei Wuxian, remembering the argument he’d had with Lan Xichen himself, and the anger and sadness in Lan Wangji’s eyes. “I tried, briefly, but… at this point nothing would satisfy him besides having his brother return to Gusu to face punishment. Which I suspect is going to be death.”

“He would kill his own brother?” murmurs Nie Mingjue, his expression stricken. Even he, who frequently professes a disliking for everything Nie Huaisang ever does, would never even dream of murdering him in cold blood like that.

“That, or imprison him.” Thoughts of Wen Qing, trapped in the Cloud Recesses, comes to mind. A tiger locked in a cage. A phoenix with clipped wings.

Nie Mingjue lowers his head. “If he kills his brother, he kills himself,” he says.

Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what to say to that.

Madam Qin’s eyes are closed, her breathing laboured with whatever pain she must be feeling. Lan Wangji bids her rest more peacefully, shadows enveloping her in a gentle blanket before he tiptoes to the cabinet and opens it.

Amid the books and scrolls – collections of his own writings, music scores from far-off places, the deed to a temple in Yunmeng – sits a box. Willing his hands to remain steady, Lan Wangji removes the box from the shelf, and opens it.

The head of Jin Zixuan peers balefully up at him. Lan Wangji places careful fingers against his temples, and closes his eyes.

“Master Xue’s work is crucial. I cannot have you execute him.” Jin Guangyao’s voice rings through the chamber where Jin Zixuan is working. Jin Zixuan looks up, frowning at his brother.

“Why is reconstructing the Stygian Blade crucial, brother?” he demands. “It is a demonic artefact. All it knows is death and destruction. We must not allow it to continue.”

“If we do not possess the ability to command this, who’s to say some other clan will have less scruples about it?” demands Jin Guangyao. “We have to unlock the blade’s secrets, before our enemies do.”

“What enemies?” Jin Zixuan’s eyes narrow. “Lanling is the strongest and richest of the clans. We are allied with Yunmeng through marriage. We have sworn brotherhoods with Qinghe and Gusu. No one can raise a hand to us. We do not need demonic weapons.”

“You saw yourself the carnage at the end of the war against the Wens,” says Jin Guangyao. “The ability of the Master of Shadows –”

“The Master of Shadows is not nearly as bloodthirsty as his brother makes him to be,” snaps Jin Zixuan. “As long as he lives, the darkness can be tamed. As long as Master Xue lives, the darkness remains unpredictable.”

“I will not allow you to kill him.”

Jin Zixuan rises to his feet, staring imperiously down at his brother. “With what authority can you give such command over the meting of such justice, brother?” he snaps. “It is I who convinced father to accept you. It is I who gave you your position, your titles, the respect people were not willing to pay you before. If it had not been for me, you would still be a backstabbing whoreson trying to lie and cheat your way to power!”

“How dare you,” hisses Jin Guangyao, his congenial expression vanishing in an instant. And then, before Jin Zixuan realises it, there’s the soft click of metal, the flash of a blade –

– and everything bursts into shadow and pain.

Lan Wangji reels back, eyes flying open just in time to feel the press of a familiar blade against his neck, just above his pulse point.

“Hanguang-jun, I suspected you would be here,” says Jin Guangyao’s voice, like poisoned honey flowing into his ear. “Drop the box.”

Lan Wangji complies.

#魔道祖师 #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #red envelope ficlets #lily's dabbles #liloloveyou024 #ask #yiling patriarch lwj au

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everybodyhatesadventurers · 6 years ago

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Dhaerlath Pantheon

This pantheon is not quite finalized yet, and I may still add more minor gods, but these are the major gods. You’ll find mention of a few homebrew domains - Dreams, Music, and Love. I hope to get at least Dreams and Music finished up, and I’ll post them here under the homebrew tag when I do.

Urlath

God of the Ocean. Born of a collision of the Elemental Plane of Water and the Elemental Plane of Air.

Holy Symbol: A ring with points on opposite sides (the symbol for a hurricane).

Worshipers: Sailors and fishermen, coastal regions, Air and Water Genasi, Sea Elves, Minotaur, other water-faring races.

Suggested domains

Tempest, Life, Grave

Dhae'ra

Goddess of the Earth. Born of a collision of the Elemental Plane of Earth and the Elemental Plane of Fire.

Holy Symbol: a tree with deep, sprawling roots. (the tree is on fire in some ancient depictions). In some areas, her holy symbol is a motif of a mountain.

Worshipers: Druids, Elves, Firbolgs, Earth and Fire Genasi, rangers, miners, farmers, etc. She’s very widely worshiped.

Suggested domains

Nature, Life, Grave

Pravsha

Goddess of the Sun, Light and Knowledge. A gift from the Ocean to the Earth, she’s the Ocean’s Right Eye. The Seeing Eye.

Holy Symbol: An eye with a sun motif for the pupil.

Worshipers: Dragons, Dragonborn, scholars, High Elves, fortune tellers.

Suggested domains

Light, Knowledge, Order (a homebrewed Fate or Time domain may also work for her)

Arysteros

God of the Moon, Magic and Mischief . A gift from the Ocean to the Earth, he’s the Ocean’s Left Eye. The Wandering Eye.

Holy Symbol: An eye with a black sclera with a symbol of the waxing/full/waning moon in the place of the pupil.

Worshipers: Dragons, Dragonborn, Tabaxi, lovers, tricksters, gamblers, illusionists, Halflings

Suggested domains

Arcana, Trickery, Love

The Hearth

Made by the Earth to care for the People and help them take care of themselves. A god of industry and commerce. The Hearth’s name was fed to the beasts, so only the beasts can speak their name.

Holy Symbol: Hands cupped around a flame.

Worshipers: Gnomes, Dwarves, humans, blacksmiths, business folk

Suggested domains

Life, Light, Forge

Death

made by Earth to care for the People and help them Rest. A god of dreams, thunder, and death. Their name was cast into the depths, so they are called Death, the Dark Cloud, the Fog, and the Sandman.

Holy Symbol: one closed eye and one open eye, the open eye has a spiral pattern in place of an iris.

Worshipers: Funeral preparers, those mourning, insomniacs

Suggested domains

Grave, Dreams, Death, Tempest.

Chezzeran

God of Agriculture and Harvest, created by the Hearth from Dhae'ra’s hair.

Holy Symbol: A sickle and a bundle of wheat.

Worshipers: farmers, Halflings, humans

Suggested domains

Life, Nature

Aesht’ath

Unaligned

Aesht’ath is a true wildcard and can be argued as NE, TN, CN, or LN

Goddess of the Hunt, created when the Hearth tried to defang their mother. The Wild Goddess.

Holy Symbol: A deer skull twisted tree branches in place of antlers.

Other symbols: A bow, crossed arrows, a slain boar

Worshipers: hunters, druids, rangers, Wood Elves, Orcs, Firbolgs, Lizardfolk

Suggested domains

Nature, Grave, War, Strength. .

Icthis

God of Secrets, one of the triplet gods of Knowledge dreamt up by the first People.

Holy Symbol: A three candle candelabra with eyes over each of the candles.

Worshipers: necromancers, artificers, inventors, scholars,

Suggested domains

Knowledge, Arcana, Death, Forge

Threl

God of Strategy, one of the triplet gods of Knowledge dreamt up by the first People.

Holy Symbol: A short sword and a shield

Worshipers: warriors, soldiers

Suggested domains

Knowledge, Protection, War

Cathella

Goddess of Songs, one of the triplet gods of Knowledge dreamt up by the first People.

Holy Symbol: a motif of a lyre

Worshipers: Bards, children, urchins, storytellers

Suggested domains

Knowledge, Music, Love, Life, Solidarity

Urram (oo-ram)

The god of Honor and Glory, made by Urlath to teach the People that their gods are weak. Creator of the Upper Planes and their inhabitants.

Holy symbol: an upward facing long sword with a halo of light surrounding it near the tip

Worshipers: inhabitants of the Upper Planes, warriors, soldiers

Suggested domains

War, Light, Zeal

Zhra

The goddess of Treachery, made by Urlath to teach the People that their gods are weak. Creator of the Lower Planes and their inhabitants.

Holy Symbol: a downward-facing dagger with a serpent coiled around it. some ancient versions of the symbol have tentacles coiled around the dagger

Other symbols: a kraken, a serpent

Worshipers: inhabitants of the Lower Planes, thieves, assassins, spies, warriors, soldiers

Suggested domains

Trickery, Tempest, Ambition, War

Zend’yl (zen-dee-ill/zend-yill)

The Hound of Zhra, Goddess of the Underdark, Keeper of the Gate, Corruptrix of Flesh. Guards the entry to the Lower Planes in the World Wound from other gods and those who would seek to harm Zhra.

Holy Symbol: A spider with a keyhole on its back

Other symbols: a many-headed wolf, a lowered portcullis

Worshipers: inhabitants of the underdark

Suggested domains

Order, Arcana, Knowledge,

The God of the Grey

any neutral alignment, usually the most currently applicable neutral alignment (for example, if a great force of LG and a great force of CG are the most prominent convictions nearby, the Grey God will be NG. If the two most prominent convictions are LG and LE, the Grey God will be LN.

the Grey God, the Messenger, the Space Between. The god of transitions. Primarily seen in the Ethereal and Astral planes. Perhaps he was always there, perhaps he predates the gods and even the planes. The gods never mention him, but the People were thoroughly freaked out by him, and remain so to this day.

Holy Symbol: ?????

Worshipers: ?????

Suggested domains:

??????

#setting #pantheon #creation myth to come #dnd campaign

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rosethornewrites · 3 years ago

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Saturday NR, E, & M reading

The usual

Finished

Not Rated:

問靈｜Inquiry, by lingsquared

The melody comes from a qin, played by the hands of someone most respected, someone whose good deeds no cultivator would not recognize; someone whom everyone has heard of, but few truly know.

Wei Ying, are you there?

And in the depths of darkness where nothing and only nothing exists, something stirs.

Wangji's Christmas gift, by WangjisLonging

In all his glory, Santa stood there; a long red ribbon fell from his hair. His long crimson robes lengthened to the floor. His eyes, a bright silver, that Lan Zhan adored.

Lan Zhan crept forwards, his hand outstretched. Perhaps, had he been quicker, the boy wouldn't have left.

(Or: a Christmas poem about LWJ pining for Santa!WWX)

Explicit:

In Alliance, by Ilona22

To seal an alliance between sects, Wei Wuxian is given in marriage to the second Lan heir.

Mature:

Sound of Guqin, by PhantomGale

After their usual round of 'sword fights' underneath the sheets in the Jingshi and broke another tub, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian slept side by side, their limbs entangled with each other.

Not long after, Lan Wangji opened his eyes again but found that he was in the Demon-Slaughtering Cave without an ounce of spiritual power.

Regarding a Relationship, by Ilona22 (2nd in a series)

While the last preparations for the war to come are made, a new couple is settling into their relationship.

Several people watch them, with vastly different reactions

Unfinished

Mature:

Something Borrowed, by pearliegloom

In order to solve a few of their mounting problems, Wei Wuxian and Wen Qing agree to a marriage of convenience.

...As someone that has been in love with Wei Wuxian for the better half of a decade, this proves to be quite the problem for Lan Wangji.

Lan Zhan the Virgin, by wayward_wing

Omega Lan Zhan visits his new doctor for his annual checkup and starts to feel funny a few weeks later. Turns out, he's pregnant. However, that's impossible, because Lan Zhan is still a virgin.

Or: Lan Zhan gets the one thing he thought he'd never want, and slowly falls in love with someone unexpected along the way.

Impossible Remains, by Jengabears

Jiang Cheng wakes slowly to the feeling of spiritual energy swimming through his veins. Not just swimming. Singing. Flooding. He was filled with it. He didn't know if it was because he had been without any for so long or if Baoshan Sanren had chosen to make him stronger, but he had never felt so powerful in his life. It was glorious. It was everything. He felt alive again. Whole. Better than whole. He had to thank her. He had to scream his joy across the mountain. He was so infinitely grateful.

He ripped off his blindfold, turned to look around him, praises and gratitude resting on the tip of his tongue. Yet what his eyes rested on was a face he never expected to see. His joy and gratitude instantly snuffed into ashes in his mouth. His eyes widened in horror at the sight which greeted him. He wished he could take everything back. Every thought which had passed through his mind since he'd woken.

How could this happen?

Wei Wuxian dies in the core transfer.

Your Song Called Me, Can't Believe I am Late, by Padma_Warrior

It's been almost an year now, since Wei Ying and Lan Zhan parted on the hill just outside Gusu. Now Lan Wangi often finds himself playing their song at night instead of Inquiry and the change is soothing and welcome one, for the whole Cloud Recesses. The song of Inquiry never reached his beloved, but will his own melody reach him ?

" Forgive me! I beg you, please!." A sharp smile. " You didn't listen when he said please, so tell me why the hell should I?"

Or,

Sometimes, people forget. They forget that the Nightless City witnessed a bloodbath because some hurt the loved ones of the Yilling Patriarch. They forget that while Wei Wuxian wouldn't even bat an eye if you cut of his meridians — the same cannot be said for those he cares for.

The world pays a price to be reminded.

#the untamed #untamed fanfiction #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #chen qing ling #cql

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