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lilapplesheadcannons · 4 months
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Madam Lan: Did you enjoy playing with your xiongzhang's friends, A-Zhan?
Baby Lan Wangji: *Shy nods
Madam Lan: Where is your xiongzhang, by the way?
Lan Wangji: With shufu.
Madam Lan: And where's your shufu?
Lan Wangji: *Suspiciously silent
Somewhere else
Lan Qiren: I am so terribly sorry Wangji bit them. I assure you we will bring out his teething ring back again!
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yibo-wang · 2 years
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when does it stop hurting?
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prettypeonylanwangji · 2 months
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#ThoughtOfTheDay☆ where Lan Wangji cut his hair for the first time in his life. Since his childhood, he had very long hair. They were glossy, shiny, unrealistically pretty. After all, his mother loved to take care of it. Now that she didn't have hair anymore, Lan Wangji wanted to make her happy and grew his hair long enough for his mother to play with it. So each day, Lan Wangji went to school with an adorable hairstyle. His mother tried it all ; ponytail, half-ponytail, buns, braid... He even went shopping with his uncle to bought some accessories, so his mother could have a box full of colorfuls scrunchies, headbands, hairclips, and the list goes on. At school, a few people tried to make fun of him, but Lan Xichen always defended him. No one dared to approach him anymore.
Time passes, and Lan Wangji was now fourteen. His mother still didn't have hair, and seemed more tired as days flew by. Lan Wangji was now old enough to figure out what was going on. But he tried his best to enjoy every moment he had with her. She was still there. Maybe not tomorrow, but tomorrow was too far from now. He talked about his piano lessons, his favorite books, cartoons. About his Uncle and how his hair recently turned grey, about Lan Xichen and his emo phase. He talked about everything he could think of. Even school, through school was hell. But at school, there was a classmate he liked. He was smart, but irritating. He loved teasing Lan Wangji, greeted him every morning and seemed to want all of his attention. And, well, he was pretty too. His mother smiled at that, and told him she would like to meet him. Lan Wangji blushed furiously. Never, he said.
And tomorrow came.
And tomorrow, she died.
In her bed, on her own, while the flowers just started to bloom.
It was nearly spring, her favorite season.
But she didn't have enough time to see it.
That night, Lan Wangji cut his hair for the first time in his life. And he felt ugly, and stupid, and he wanted to see his mother.
He cried. Cried so loud he thought he was going to die, too. He felt his heart being pierced by thorns, so many of them he could feel them everywhere.
He hated his hair.
Hated this life.
Hated himself.
And he wanted so much to die.
Just to see his mother, one last time.
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bi-the-wei · 1 year
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*lotr plays in the background*
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Idk if there's a canon answer to if wangji the man or wangji the guqin came 1st but my head canon is:
When A-Zhan got his guqin he spent weeks thinking of a name worthy of a spiritual instrument. While visiting Mama Lan A-Huan brought up A-Zhan's struggle and intending to tease him for his (failed) attempts at being so serious/otherworldly she suggested to name it wangji. A-Zhan immediately rejected the name(definitely without pouting) only to secretly pick wangji later
Years later when it's time for A-Zhan to take a courtesy name he took the name Wangji bc its the closest to having his mother give his courtesy name :')
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shijieswife · 3 months
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just... tall, broad shouldered mama lan with gold eyes, who was tanned from helping her father farm, whos hands were calloused and work rough. who didnt lose any of that, even trapped in that house, still tanned as if the sun couldnt stay away from her. who had a fire in her eyes, that stayed up until the last time lan zhan saw her.
lan zhan who grows up every bit a maiden of gusu lan - slender and fair, with her fathers nose and her shufus full lips. who looks at xiongzhang, broad shouldered and tall, with mamas long, straight nose; and envies. who looks at her gold eyes and big hands, runs her hands through her thick hair, and holds them close to her heart. a remembrance of her mother.
who loses the fir ein her eyes, presses it down, to stop making her shufu fear.
who meets wei ying, promised to jiang gonzi as his second wife, when she is fifteen. wei ying, who is infuriating and lose, who flirts as easy as she breathes, all quicksilver tongue and huli jing eyes. who is so painstakingly good, kind in the way she patiently helps those behind in lessons, for all she criticises them.
who has a fire in her eyes, too, yet so different from lan zhans mama. who reignites the fire in lan zhan, too, that she though was long extinguished.
her shufu is scared, again. lan zhan voices her opinions, now, fights agaisnt what she believes is not right. shufu looks into her eyes, and despsairs.
wei ying is to be sent away.
wei ying cries in lan zhans arms, the night before she leaves, unusually small and meek. lan zhan decides, that day. wei ying does not want to marry jiang gongzi, or face yu furen, or leave lan zhan, for what is surely the last time.
she leaves her forehead ribbon and jade pendant, on the bed. she leaves with her xiongzhangs blessing and a qiankun pouch full of endless money. she leaves with her wei ying.
years later, lan zhans looks at her reflection. her fathers nose and shufus mouth, her mamas eyes. she sees a woman, still fair, but freckled - the suns kisses. she has grown, as tall as xiongzhang, shoulders broad, comfortable for a-yuan and a-yu to climb on. her hands are still big, calloused, not from farming, but swordwork and guqin, weaving and cooking.
she is still not quite sure whos smile she has. but she is sure it is a reflection of her wifes, the same way the moon reflects the light of the sun.
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r95irth · 9 months
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Remember when i promised i would do a Mama Lan for the mother's day in France? Huuuh i'm late but here is the art :D For this week Jiaoren's chapter as i had no idea what to draw for it...I hope you'll like it !!
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lasenbyphoenix · 2 years
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Women of The Untamed
Jiang Yanli
Wen Qing
Mianmian
A'Qing
Mama Lan
Lan Yi
Baoshan Sanren
Qin Su
Yu Ziyuan
Granny Wen
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artfromthunderwear · 1 year
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He wasn’t supposed to be out late, Lan Zan knew, but he was scared.
Shufu told him that when he was scared he could come to him or Xichen, but they were both gone to Lanling and his room was so big when he was alone.
Besides, Mama wouldn’t tell. They kept secrets all the time, like the silly song she taught him to play even though he was only supposed to practice what his teachers gave him, and the sweet bun she gave him one time even though he’d been punished with no sweets.
Mama took a long time to answer after he knocked, and she was very quiet when she asked, without opening the door, “Who is there?”
“Mama.” Lan Zhan said. “I’m scared.”
Still, the door stayed closed, but Mama spoke louder when she said, “Ah, Zhan-er, what are you doing out of bed? Why don’t you find your brother?”
“Ge is gone with Shufu.”
Mama was quiet for a little bit, but Lan Zhan could see her settling next to the door.“How about you sit with me for a moment,” she said. “I can’t let you in or we’ll both be in trouble, but you can sit.”
“Can you sit out here with me? It’s dark.”
After a moment, Mama cracked the door open so warm light spilled out.
“You can’t come in Zhan-er, and I can’t come out, but you can hold my hand.”
Mama’s hand was warm, and Lan Zhan held on as tightly as he could.
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sweetlittlevampire · 2 years
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A small wip from a new Wangxian fic I just started writing - in which magic is woven into stained glass, which creates some problems.
Lan Zhan’s mother wears a stained-glass flower in her hair. It’s a gentian, each petal delicately encased in a thin piece of lead that has then been foiled with copper. Lan Zhan loves the way sunlight falls through it, painting little blue specks around his mother wherever she walks, as if she is emanating magic herself. He likes to hold the flower, guided by his mother’s steadying hands, as they count the petals.
“One for me, one for Lan Huan, one for you, one for your father, and one for everyone who is loved by us,” she tells him as he looks on with the wonder in his eyes that only small children have.
“One petal to grant love and health and luck to each and everyone of us. One day, when you are old enough, we will separate the petals from the trumpet, and you can either keep your own petal and get a new gentian crafted, or gift it to a loved one. It will always protect them.”
Lan Zhan has heard tales about wishing glass, fashioned for children to teach them about the dangers of such artifacts. He doesn’t think that his mother would keep such a forbidden item on her person, but he’s secretly thrilled by the idea of it, in a way that all children are by the idea of a magical adventure unfolding right before their very eyes.
When Lan Zhan is five years old, his father leaves. The foiling around the petal assigned to him turns from copper to silver over night. Lan Zhan is not sure what it means, but he realises that the glass gentian is indeed a magical one.
When Lan Zhan is six years old, his mother falls ill. She doesn’t wear the gentian anymore, for she spends most of her time lying down, trying to recover as much of her strength as possible. Her two boys visit her often, although the visits grow less and less frequent as she becomes weaker and weaker.
One day, Lan Zhan sneaks into his mother’s room. He knows it’s not time for a visit, but he misses her and wants to see her. She is fast asleep in her bed, the last rays of sunlight falling at an angle through her window, crowning her hair with a golden halo.
His mama is beautiful, Lan Zhan thinks. He only wishes she was awake, so she could talk to him. He would sing to her this time, to help her get better, just like she always sings to him when he’s sickly or scared. He practiced; he knows she would like it.
Lan Zhan notices the glass gentian on his mother’s nightstand. If it’s meant to keep them safe and happy, then maybe it would help his mother if she only was to hold it? It’s worth a try, he decides, and carefully takes the hair ornament in his hand before getting on his tip toes to place it between his mother’s pale fingers.
The door opens and his uncle enters before Lan Zhan can get to it. He startles. The glass gentian falls from his fingers, one petal shattering, only the thin copper casing remaining intact, despite his efforts to catch the ornament before it makes impact with the hardwood floor. His uncle tries to reassure him. It’s only a glass hair stick, after all, even if it belongs to Lan Zhan’s mother; nothing to cry himself to sleep over.
Still, he can’t hold back his tears whenever his mind wanders back to the tiny blue shards of glass on the floor before his feet.
The morning after Lan Zhan drops the glass gentian, his mother opens her eyes, turns her head to look at the photograph of her two sons on her bedside table, smiles, and closes her eyes for the last time, never to open them again.
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meimei-bunnie · 11 months
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drew the juniors and wwx as ducklings waddling after mama duck 🥹
I love them all so much aaaa ❤️
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OK, fellow MDZS conspiracy theorists and headcannon soldiers, the pole we've all been expecting.
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carrot-felisidad · 20 days
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HOW THE WHOLE "COME BACK TO GUSU WITH ME" THING WENT IN MY HEAD
Lan Wangji: Wei Ying, come back to Gusu with me. 😔
Wei Wuxian: You would deny me my life? 😠
Lan Wangji: No, no, not your life, no 😟😢
Wei Wuxian: My freedom then, you would take that from me. Confine me to a prison cell. 😡
Lan Wangji: 🥺 🥺 🥺
*13 Years Later*
Lan Xichen: My mom was a murderer, so my dad married her to save her from persecution, and built a hall up the mountains to keep her and they together went into seclusion. Sounds familiar? *Randomly plays flute* 🎷😌🎶
Wei Wuxian: ...
Wei Wuxian: Oh my god, he did want to confine me.
Lan Xichen: Don't put it like that, I think it's romantic.
Wei Wuxian: ...
Wei Wuxian: You Lans are somehow not right in the head.
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dim-3kx · 10 months
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lan family members after meeting a war criminal: will u marry me
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bi-the-wei · 2 years
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"Why didn't you just ask me to begin with?"
Mama Lan to the rescue
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thebusylilbee · 5 months
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"zionism is for jewish people to discuss, goyim have no place in this conversation !!!"
what in the holy ethno-brainwashing... are yall... are yall zionist pieces of shit forgetting that the primary victims of the zionist ideology are goyim palestinians and arabs as a whole ??! never fucking seen oppressors be this confident to try to erase their own fucking victims from the conversation holy shit. this is like saying "white supremacy is for white people to discuss, people of color have no place in this conversation" like im sorry but THE JEWISH SUPREMACIST COLONIALIST IDEOLOGY THAT DEHUMANIZED PALESTINIANS AND ARABS AS A WHOLE FROM DAY FUCKING ONE IS VERY MUCH AN OKAY TOPIC TO DISCUSS AMONG ARABS YOU BRAINDEAD ZIONIST CUNTS
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