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saya1984 · 32 minutes ago
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Today: We’re celebrating Zhang Zhehan’s birthday :D So A’Xu gets a bit of cake and Emperor’s Smile :D (While Lan Zhan drinks milk :3 )
Making those robes was an adventure, I tell ya.
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untamed-wolfenm · an hour ago
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Drawing the pattern from #WeiWuxian's Phoenix Mountain archery tournament outfit.
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To do this, I spent maaaaaaany hours figuring out the pattern digitally, figured out the size in relation to my own proportions, printed it out in reverse colours ...
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... taped the pattern onto the back of a large sheet of acetate, taped the fabric to the front, and shone a light through both, so I could trace it in white pencil onto the black fabric. I'll refine it with white paint (and possibly black touch-ups) as necessary. I suspect I'm going to be at this all month and maybe into June, as I have five skirt-panels and a shirt to do, LOL! (I also have the vest, under-robes, belts, and hanfu boots yet to do.)
*Edited to add* This apparently is my 250th post on this sidetumblr! 🥰
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Stitches - a WangXian ficlet
Summary: Mo Xuanyu’s soul was shattered. Wei Wuxian stitches it back together.
Content warnings: Mild gore (specifically arm mutilation), discussion of canonical suicide
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Lan Wangji finds his husband kneeling on the floor of the jingshi, blood pooling around him and cradling a gently flickering light in the palms of his cupped hands.
He held the light like he would hold Sizhui when the worst of his faded memories invaded his dreams. Like it was in need of comfort. He was smiling despite the gore around him.
The source of the blood was his arms - sliced open many times over and left to bleed.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji called softly. 
He knelt and held his husband’s wrists to pass spiritual energy into him. His blood was hot and slick under Lan Wangji’s trembling fingers. He recalled another time when he held Wei Wuxian as he bled and pushed the memory away. This was nothing like that time, when he begged for Wei Wuxian to live and was denied. These cuts were shallow, they would not take his husband from him.
He waited for Wei Wuxian to explain himself. Who are you bleeding for this time?
Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji over the light hovering between them and his smile grew. Lan Wangji did not smile back. Usually, his husband’s joy brought out the same in Lan Wangji. That could not be the case when his happiness came at the expense of his wellbeing.
“Look, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian offered the flickering light for Lan Wangji’s observation. “I put him back together.”
Lan Wangji looked into the light as Wei Wuxian wished him to. Now that his focus was on it and pulled away from his husband’s bleeding arms, he could see small stitches formed by deep red strings criss-crossing within the glow.
“Mo Xuanyu,” Wei Wuxian elaborated. Lan Wangji blinked at him, then looked back at the light.
It was such a small, frail thing. It seemed to cower within Wei Wuxian’s hands, curling into his palms and shaking. The damaged, shattered then stitched back together soul sought Wei Wuxian’s natural warmth and knew it would be safe in his hold. Lan Wangji was familiar with the feeling.
He wasn’t even particularly surprised by his husband’s ability to do this impossible, wonderful thing. Such wonderful impossibility was inherent in the man he loved.
“I know you don’t like the method,” Wei Wuxian shifted his arms to indicate the injuries, slowly closing due to the considerable spiritual energy Lan Wangji offered him, “but I had to do this. I needed to do this for him or I can’t be satisfied.”
Lan Wangji hummed to indicate he was listening. And he kissed the backs of Wei Wuxian’s curled fingers because they were there and he could.
“He knew so little happiness when he was alive. So little that he thought all he could with that life was give it up. He was so powerless the most he could do to save himself was die. And he would never live a new life with his soul broken.”
Wei Wuxian lowered his hands. Lan Wangji’s hands went with them. They settled in Wei Wuxian’s lap, the little light still cradled lovingly.
“I am so, so happy, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian kissed Lan Wangji so gently, slowly it felt like it was Lan Wangji’s heart that Wei Wuxian held in his careful hands. “I am married to the best person in the world, and the best person in the world loves me. I have a home and a family and a life and I wouldn’t have any of it without Mo Xuanyu dying for it.”
Wei Wuxian lifted Mo Xuanyu up again and gazed at the soul, his expression too full of complicated feelings for Lan Wangji to identify them all. Sorrow seemed the most prominent and Lan Wangji wanted to kiss it away.
“I can’t accept this happiness knowing the person who gave it to me will never know the same. Will live and die sad and suffering and never finding the kind of joy I found. I can’t look in the mirror at his face and not feel judged by it. I want him to have a chance.”
Lan Wangji did not accept, could not accept, that Wei Wuxian inflicted wounds on himself to do this - however, he could not ask Wei Wuxian to repress his kindness. The kindness that compelled him to aid all those that would hurt and bleed was a quality Lan Wangji loved too much to discourage.
So he did not scold Wei Wuxian for the blood he shed. It was done and for a cause Wei Wuxian found worthy. Instead, he healed his wounds, kissed his gentle hands, kissed his sorrow away as he wanted to, and smiled with him when Mo Xuanyu faded away to be born anew.
“I’m sorry and thank you, Mo Xuanyu. I hope you get to be as happy as I am.”
“Perhaps we will meet again,” Lan Wangji suggested. They would, after all, achieve eternity together. They had plenty of time to reunite with the man who saved them both.
“Come find me, then, Mo Xuanyu,” Wei Wuxian invited. “I’ll make sure you get the happiness you deserve. I promise.”
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WangXian fic requests are open!
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incorrect-untamed · 3 hours ago
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WWX: What does the chef recommend?
Employee: Sir, this is a McDonalds
WWX: Oh I’m sorry, what does the McChef recommend?
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gnashingteef · 3 hours ago
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LWJ and WWX are my current brain rot. Catch me crying in the corner.
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incorrect-untamed · 3 hours ago
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NHS: i have a headache
[five minutes later] 
NHS: google says im gonna die
WWX: why is google sending you death threats for having a headache?
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your yiling laozu looks gnc af
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the-fairest-sex · 6 hours ago
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lan zhan  🤝 lan xichen
autistic twin jades who hyperfixate on their demonic cultivator significant others
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mdzsincorrectquotes · 7 hours ago
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Wei Wuxian: Instead of burning a guy at the stake, what about burning him at the stilts? It probably lasts longer, plus it moves around.
Jiang Cheng: (to horrified Lan disciples) Please ignore him.
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o0o-chibaken-o0o · 7 hours ago
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One of the funniest parts of mdzs is that even though Wei Wuxian was literally dead, Lan Qiren STILL decided it was necessary to add an official rule about not associating with him
Wei Wuxian was THAT much of an annoyance to him. 
He literally carved it into a wall!! IMAGINE YOUR HIGH SCHOOL PRINCIPAL being like “no. leave this school and also nobody I know can ever talk to you again.” It’s so petty. 
AND THEN HIS OWN NEPHEW went and married him and brought him back to live there again!!!!!!!!
I’ll never get over how funny this is 
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neko-bunny · 7 hours ago
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Link to original tweet
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