#yiling burial mounds

[fioregocce]

Re-watched ALL Bridget Jones' movies this week and I can't stop thinking about Lan Wangji as Mark Darcy

[retiredpeach]

One day on burial mounds ~

[meliponeon]

Little redraw of that angsty bit 😇😇

[zoluarts]

wip wangxian

Yiling patriarch's hobby in Burial Mounds

It is said that an incredible amount of Hanguang-jun's paintings were found in Wei Wuxian's cursed caves after his death....

[scrivenger-grimgar]

ART IN NOTES/REBLOGS NOW!!!!

Tgcf/MDZS crossover au where after loosing his core WWX technically counts as dead and is able to cultivate the same way a ghost can, essentially making him a ghost possessing a very compatible body.

He’s not a demonic cultivator, he’s just a ghost.

Additionally, the burial mounds are actually the semi-active “remains” of mount tonglu, so when he dies there he’s essentially thrown straight into the kiln, and the only reason WWX is able to get out within 8 years is bc he spent 4 years there as a child, and an additional 2 with the Wen remnants.

Accidental Ghost King Acquisition.

WWX spends the next 3 years in Yiling fucking around with his ghost Wens, rescues Wen Ning with help from Wen Qing, helping the small town in Yiling, and generally being the insane genius inventor he always should have been.

He makes silver bells and enchanted ornaments for Yiling’s people deals with rogue ghosts, befriends his shishu Xiao Xingchen, helps spirits move on. Silver Song Guiding Graves becomes a very welcome guardian for Yiling.

Xie Lian, concerned about the supposed new ghost king, is assigned to find it. Thus leads Xie Lian and Hua Cheng meeting Wei Ying.

Eventually, Mo Xuanyu tries to summon the Yiling Patriarch in exchange for his own soul, but.. he just gets Wei Ying hunched over on the ground with noodles coming out of his mouth. He was having dinner with his friends when he got summoned by this twink okay?

He basically becomes Mo Xuanyu’s Bodyguard for the next 9 months cause he sees Xuanyu as pathetic but in like a wet cat sort of way, as he, Lan Zhan, Xuanyu, and a group of 15 year olds get together to solve a murder.

[nienna-tinuviel]

My dear Wen bro & sis in the Burial Mounds 💜

(And Wei Ying playing Chenqing in some spot)

[modao18]

[otgo-brooklyn]

Wei Ying and his Little Lan Bunny

Shenanigans at Yiling Wei

[allegrabanner]

Hollow Where the Light Should Be (Wei Wuxian Does Not Survive)

i am of the firm belief that wwx did not survive the burial mounds and that among the consequences of this is that he interpreted lwj’s ‘come to gusu with me’ as ‘you are in need of an exorcism’ and as a body run on resentment and resentment alone (be it his or any of the burial mounds spirits) he would not ‘survive’ it. that and i can’t resist the horror potential of the burial mounds. here you go :)

When he first came aground with a snap and a scream

He was just as destroyed as the rest.

When he’d shed all his tears and had drifted to dream

We began to do what we do best.

The things that once were that we now cannot be

Crawled towards where his bone broke the skin.

When he shivered, it shook us, but not so to free,

And our darkness found hollow within.

This gave us no pause, and in fact it made sense

That he’d come to us empty of gold.

It’s a gift, we thought then, and we think present tense,

And this opportune glint made us bold.

When we entered his body his motions were still

As the trees in our long-stagnant air.

When we opened his airways we felt as the thrill

Of his terror gave way to despair.

He did not do much in the first stretch of time

As we grew ever used to his soul.

But as gravity dawned through the gore and the grime

We and he became patchwork and whole.

We offered revenge and he took us in stride

With the aid of our army in tow.

And together we strung up his husk from inside

To prepare for that power to grow.

When he asked us our stories we screamed of them loud

In his ears that were ours just the same.

He attended all tales that he heard from the shroud

And he knew each and every by name.

His healing came slowly without any core

But it came nonetheless to an end.

Our flesh now was littered with scars where it tore

On his impact with ground now his friend.

We came to the barrier, anger displayed

For the outside to see and to fear.

When he played us a power so deep and dismayed

We could feel that escape was now near.

Our claws raked at the magic that held us in place

And our teeth scraped the air and the dirt.

But we felt it was breaking and kept up the pace

With no mind to how much that it hurt.

He sung out his song on a bone of the damned,

One of ours at some point, who now raged.

With his piercing screech and our unsteady hands

We soon won in the war that we waged.

The flow of the air was of little relief

For the work had upon it begun.

There’d be no resting idle to wallow in grief

Until all of our battles were won.

So his would come first, since his flesh was still strong,

And the rest would come follow in wait.

He’d be sated of anger in time to do wrong

Before we could pour out through his gate.

He re-entered a world that had thrown him below

As the host of all there who had died.

But though he may breathe, there is one thing to know:

Not a single thing leaves here alive.

[liadantaru]

Hanguang-Jun and His Beloved Pet Rabbit by 96qutie

Unfinished | Regular Updates

A gentle touch stroked his back, and Wei Ying stiffened in surprise. He looked up to find pale-gold eyes staring down at him intensely.

He gulped.

“Are you hurt?” The young cultivator asked in a soft voice, as if he expected an answer— even though he was already prodding Wei Ying’s ears and legs to see for himself. When he didn’t find evidence of injury he seemed to relax. “Are you frightened?”

If Wei Ying were human, he would have blushed and tried to crack a joke to hide it. As a rabbit, he could only kick his feet like a shy toddler.

“Wangji? I heard a commotion. Is everything alright?”

With the swiftness of a child being caught up past their bedtime, Wei Ying was shoved inside a billowing sleeve.

“Mn.”

—

This is a ‘The Disabled Tyrant’s Beloved Pet Fish’ AU for Wangxian. That series captured my heart, so then this happened. For those who don’t know that story; you don’t have to read it to read this. I don’t follow the plot at all, and I even changed the premise a bit. It’s only loosely inspired by it.

Also just to be clear: Wei Ying is not a rabbit 100% of the time.

[crimson-soda]

yiling laozu❤️

[danmei-enjoyer]

Yiling Patriarch you're so precious to me

[athyeis]

Wei Wuxian | Yiling Patriarch | Mdzs | The Untamed

"I have no desire to clear my name

in your book of fiction.

Paint me however you need to paint me

so the guilt doesn't feel so heavy."

- STEPHANIE BENNETT-HENRY

[hua-fang]

[scrivenger-grimgar]

Every time I read Yiling Wei sect AUs and they start describing what the sect members and leader wears its like, (direct quote from The Yiling Wei Sect and the Black Robed Lan by IvoryDragon48)

"[Wei Wuxian's hair] was pulled up into a high ponytail by a red ribbon with a gold and silver headpiece ornamenting and helping to direct the flow of his hair. The robes he wore were expensive looking with black being the dominant color and reds as the accents. The inner robe was a red so dark it looked like blood and the outer robe had simple yet elegant designs."

--And like, I get the urge to make them really cool looking and with themes or designs matching the other sects but like??? there's massive wasted potential here!!!

First, the hair. that's all well and good, but there is no way in hell that the Yiling Wei folks (Wen Remnants and others reviled/ostracized by society at large) are going to buy a gold guan OR a silver guan. why the hell would they bother spending precious resources on trying to impress people who already don't like them for something they literally have no control over.

But Wei Wuxian would know that he has to play the game now that he has people to protect, and going to a Con as a Sect Leader and not doing what all the other sect leaders are doing (wearing guan to say "I'M BETTER THAN YOU!!") is essentially outright stating that he holds no respect for any of them except in a way that could get him and his people killed. so instead, he goes "fuck it" and makes a guan out of something incredibly ordinary, like iron or wood, so now if anyone brings it up he can say "Oh, well, I like feeding my kids." or "Actually, I made this myself, all the better for carving protective arrays into!"

--And that's it. Wei Wuxian is a street kid he absolutely knows that rich people don't like to think about poor people and that they prefer to ignore them or hurt them. except you cant just attack someone who's being perfectly reasonably polite in public, especially when you just pointed out that he's 'poor'. Wei Wuxian's strategy is make them so fucking uncomfortable that they leave us alone.

(This would of course be after several years of no contact and no fighting so things have cooled off a bit)

Next, robes. No expensive robes. Let them be very well modified normal robes that have subtle stains and colour bleaching from sunlight and washing. The (shown, non-array-work) embroidery is at best amateur level, and Wei Wuxian will proudly show it off, loudly saying "a-Ning started a while back to help with his fine motor skills, and he's really come such a long way!!" and that "Oh, Xuanyu started practicing only recently but he's already so good at it!"

The Yiling Wei are the exact opposite of Lanling Jin. Wealth is to be used to benefit everyone and everyone is to be loved and appreciated for their work. The refusal to spend money of frivolous things is strong, especially when its something you could make yourself.

Self Ornamentation would not be jade or gold or silver or silks. It would be some nice wood, these feathers from the bird that likes me, hey look at this cool rock I found I'm gonna polish it like a gemstone, I dug these awesome bones out of my grandmama's garden you think I can do anything with 'em?

Yiling Wei folks are death druids.

[nienna-tinuviel]

WIP 2 🦴