wei wuxian being adopted by wen ruohan is not only the third young master of qishan, no one fear him, and frankly, they prefer him over wen chao

no, wen wuxian would be the annoying 13yo who would give a scroll to his sect leader predicting the outcome of the war the wen want to start, with two outcomes possible - wen ruohan dead and the war is lost, or wen ruohan win, but dies later because of rebels - and why they should not put this plan forward

wen ruohan is the tired guardian of a genius child (he thinks wei wuxian is right)

(and sends him to gusu to study when he's 15 after wei wuxian's non stoping begging, in the end, it's a ✨ vacation ✨ to wen ruohan)

(somehow he has to deal with two eloping teenagers now and a very angry lan qiren)

Lan Qiren is away for a Discussion Conference, Wuxian continues poking holes in his arguments.

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Wuxian plopped opposite of Lan Zhan and set his armful of reference books on the table between them. Lan-xiansheng had assigned them an essay for the time he’d be away at the discussion conference. Wuxian wanted at least an outline and his source list done before dinner. Then he could write the final essay at any given point, rather than scramble to get it all done during the last day before classes resumed. The topic was something shijie’d call sexist garbage, Why women are more likely to become ghosts? Discuss yin energy and the ease with which it gets corrupted.

Lan Zhan glanced at his reference books, and then did a double take.

“Like them?” Wuxian grinned. “I think most of the answers for xiansheng’s essay can be found in these.”

“Those are law books.”

“Yes, they are. And collected reports of your sect’s ghost hunts. I had no idea you kept such thorough records.”

“It’s an essay on yin energy.”

“No it’s not. The question is worded so that it leads the reader to think the only reason women become ghosts more often than men is that they are easier to corrupt, rather than asking why female ghost are more common. Have you ever talked to a minor government official who’s so puffed up on his own importance that he treats his underlings terribly? Or a poor farmer who seems like geniality personified, but whose wife and children flinch from him? Don’t answer that, of course you haven’t. My point is, men can be corrupted just as easily as women, but their corruption is more secular, and they more often than not get their burial rites. Women, on the other hand, are often treated like possessions, and in many cases do not get their burial rites. Being treated like a possession would create resentment in anyone, not just women. It’s why most of the male ghosts that do appear were slaves or prisoners, who also do not merit their rites. Or murder victims. So I am going to argue that yin energy is in fact not any more easily corruptible than yang energy, but the problem is how society treats women.” He grinned at the stunned Lan Zhan. “I hope your uncle keeps calming medicine nearby when he grades these.”

Wuxian started reading though his research material and absently noted the Lan Zhan started to read them too.

‘*’*’*’*’*’*’*’*’*’

Wuxian grinned the whole time in class when Lan-xiansheng collected their essays. Oh, to be a fly on the wall when he read them!

And to think Lan Zhan had thought he might have a point! Of course, Wuxian hadn’t read Lan Zhan’s essay, and for all he knew, Lan Zhan had argued the exact opposite of his point, but they’d shared the source material AND a table the whole time they’d been working. Wuxian had also sent a copy of his essay back home for his cohort.

Wuxian pouted inwardly. Letters took so long to arrive. He wanted to know what shijie thought of his essay now, when it was still fresh, and not in a tenday’s time when his excitement had burnt out already. Someone really should do something about the slow communication between faraway places. The Jin butterfly messages hardly counted; they could only deliver a very short message.

He remembered the way shijie’s voice had been projected into the isolation chamber. Shijie called it a far speaker, but it only went one way for a short distance. What he wanted, was something that let him speak to shijie while still in Gusu and have shijie answer back immediately. In far speaker he already had the part that captured voice, and the part that released the voice, the speaker part. He just had to figure out the distance part of it.

He'd read what the Lan sect library had on space manipulation, like qiankun seals and hidden chambers. If… Maybe a qiankun space that could be opened in two places at once?

Drowning out Lan-xiansheng’s droning voice going on about the dangers of female cultivators (what was his problem with women anyway? Did he get rejected so badly he never recovered and now he hated the entire sex?), Wuxian sunk into thought, his eyes glazing over.

Lan Wangji couldn’t pay proper attention to his uncle, Wen Wuxian was very prettily framed by the window from his angle, even with his disgraceful posture.

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No waterborn abyss in Biling lake this time. There was some water ghouls, but Lan Xichen took care of those easily enough on his own.

@seafoamsandwhich you wanted to be tagged, right?

From the next chapter of “this body yet survives.”

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“Take tomorrow to rest,” Shufu suggested to them once he put away the container of candy. “The past several weeks have been fraught, and you all deserve rest—that includes you, Xichen.”

He explained that breakfast would be brought for them, and nodded when Jiang Yanli confirmed she intended to cook the rest of their meals.

“I will take care of the official announcements of what occurred tonight and the culprits’ identities to the other clans, but it’s possible some of the more… inquisitive will come to the Cloud Recesses, none of which any of you need to handle.”

Wangji knew what he meant—the sect leaders interested in gossip or the political advantage it might give would come, and in extreme cases one of the visiting Sect’s party would be “lost” with a mission of seeking information. Likely, disciples would be added to the gate, with at least one to inform them directly of the arrival of these visitors so they could take care to avoid them.

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wēn Ruòhán, Wèi Chǎngzé, Cángsè Sǎnrén, Jiāng Fēngmián, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Jiāng Yànlí, Yú Zǐyuān, Wēn Xù (Módào Zǔshī) Additional Tags: Wen Ying - Freeform, Wèi Wúxiàn is a Wen, Wen Wuxian, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Good Parent Wēn Ruòhán, Yú Zǐyuān Bashing, Medical Inaccuracies, Family Fluff, Good Brother Wen Xu Summary:

Wen Ruohan must have had a Lan ancestor at some point, otherwise, who could explain the depth of love he had for the woman who descended the mountain?

In one world, Wen Ruohan and Cangse Sanren passed each other as strangers, leading to Wen Ruohan filling the emptiness he felt with a lust for power while Cangse Sanren turned to Wei Changze. In this world, the two meet and fall in love, curtailing Wen Ruohan's lust for power. In both worlds, Cangse Sanren loved her son. He was her only little sun. And in both worlds, Wei Ying is fated to lose both Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze.

He was ready to live a life of servitude to the Jiang family; live a life of faking smiles...until Wen Ruohan, hearing of a silver-eyed child, holds an impromptu Conference. And just as it had with the meeting between Wen Ruohan and Cangse Sanren, fate begins to change...

Lan Wangji: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Wei Wuxian, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

A-Yuan, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Wei Wuxian to Lan Wangji: Because he has little hands.

i fucked up yesterday, i chopped peppers & let their spice soak into my skin. & had to draw something about it. he'd do this.

+ wen qing's anger & wen ning's concern

Cannnnn you feeeeeeel the WANGXIAN toniiiiiight???? (Part 1/3) Wen Qing knows what's up!

This is the project I was talking about a few days ago. I came up with this idea in 2020, a month after finishing the novel. This part was drawn in 2021. I have the next part as a WIP waiting to be continued haha

birthday comic for wen ning 🏹

it’s still april 11th in my time zone. this counts

text post meme (misc)

thinking about the dynamic between wei wuxian and wen ning where they are neither platonic nor romantic but a secret third thing. as close as only someone who died and someone who summoned them back could be. familiar like a body part is familiar. physically intimate, but in a "held him while his stomach was cut open to carve the golden core out" or "put his ribs back into his broken chest and gave his body permission to take revenge" way. sharing a bond so deep it becomes unsettling. wielding someone like a weapon/allowing yourself to be wielded. saving each other over and over again to the point where you can't keep track of all the sacrifices and the debts don't matter anymore. suffering from wounds no one else can understand, missing people no one else remembers. neither of them chose this, yet both are still there for each other no matter what. i am so normal about them

thinking about this again and thinking about wei wuxian in gusu while his grandpa is finally having some (stress) free days

wei wuxian is very charismatic, friendly and his smile is bright like the sun, so naturally the classes turn into a kind of a otome game for him, but wei wuxian for all his genius, is very dumb when we talk about someone having a crush on him so he doesn't realize this

wen ruohan when he found this out from one of the disciples who went to gusu with his sweet, innocent grandson, almost had a qi deviation (for the amusement of wen xu) and wanted to kill them all, but his son reasoned with him, so he decided to give a notice together with the invitations to the discussion conference

the archery competition would also be a competition for wei wuxian's hand

(cue to lan wangji with fire in his eyes)

MDZS color wheel challenge!

Wuxian’s first lesson with Lan Qiren. They do not get along.

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Wen Wuxian wondered which idiot got them the collective punishment of having to listen to Lan-xiansheng reading out the Lan sect’s three thousand rules to “make sure everyone knows if they are breaking rules.” To break the rules on the first day and to be caught! At least he couldn’t be blamed for this, he’d spent a very educational evening alone in his dorm.

The Lans didn’t think ignorance as sufficient enough reason for breaking their rules apparently. Shijie had given him a century old copy of the Lan rules found in the Wen library. At the time of scribing, the Lan sect had some 2100 rules which matched perfectly up to what Lan-xiansheng was still reading.

Wuxian started doodling on the paper he’s meant to be taking notes on. He drew quick caricatures of his classmates. He spied the boy in Nie colors hide a bird in his sleeve and try to share the secret with the huffy boy in Jiang purples. The Jin heir, whom Wuxian had had the dubious honor of meeting before (because he was shijie’s maternal cousin), was staring ahead with the glazed eyes of someone escaping reality. The only one paying attention was the beautiful Lan. He’d eavesdropped earlier on the Nie contingent and found out the boy was Lan Wangji, Lan-er-gongzi, and head of discipline.

Honestly, if xiansheng really wanted them to learn the rules, he wouldn’t be the one reading them aloud. If Wuxian was the one teaching, he’d have the students read one rule each in their turn, and then repeat the process, but in a different order so that the students would have to pay attention in case they were to read next. He’d also space it throughout the first tendays or so, because now none of the other sect disciples was going to remember a thing other than how bored they’d been.

Suddenly, xiansheng slammed a hand loudly on his desk, making several of Wuxian’s classmates jump. Wuxian himself was far too used to sudden noises to jump, but he deigned to give xiansheng his full attention now that he was demanding it.

“I see none of you feels the need to pay attention,” xiansheng complained. “Very well, let’s move onto something different. Wen Wuxian!”

How bold, Wuxian thought as he jumped up. “Here!” Is it because I’m the only Wen here, or because everyone else is gentry by birth?

“Let me ask you, are yao, demons, ghosts and monsters the same thing?”

“Not at all, xiansheng. Demons come from living humans, ghosts from dead humans, yao from living non-human beings and monsters from dead non-human beings,” Wuxian answered with a bright smile. And, because shijie had taught him to anticipate and answer the next question as well, he decided to add to his answer. “For example, if one were to torment a human long enough in a place filled with resentful energy, that human would eventually turn into a demon, but if the human, while still human, was removed from the vicinity of the resentful energy and then died of their torment, they’d very likely become a ghost. Or if you denied someone angry their burial rites. You’d get yao, if a living non-human being, like that tree in the courtyard over there, cultivated a consciousness. But if I took an axe and felled the tree, and the furniture carved from the tree trunk cultivated a consciousness, then that’d be a monster. Also, technically, advanced spirit animals are yao, but because they have cultivated in places with clean spiritual energy and have not internalized any resentful energy, they are benign rather than bloodthirsty, and even in death, rarely if ever become monsters.”

Xiansheng grit his teeth but took a deep breath and relaxed. "Let me ask you again," he started. "There is an executioner with parents, a wife, and children, but before he died, he executed more than one hundred people. He suddenly died in public and, to punish him for his deeds, he was left on the streets for seven days. With the repressed energy of resentment, he started to haunt and kill. What should be done?"

Wuxian grinned. The question was full of holes. He’d have fun filling them. “Well, first of all, the local sect should have provided him with identity concealing talismans for his government sanctioned job as an executioner. Secondly, he shouldn’t have been punished for doing his job, because if it wasn’t him, it would have been someone else. But, since the local sect has already failed in their job once and the public has once again created their own problem, they should try to liberate the poor sot by attempting to grant his last wish. If the wish is unobtainable or immoral, they should see if the spirit could be safely redirected to spend up his resentment and be liberated this way. If this is not possible, they should attempt suppression. If they can’t suppress the spirit, and only if that isn’t possible, should the spirit be exterminated, removing the possibility of reincarnation.”

Lan Qiren had been turning steadily redder as Wuxian spoke. “And where, exactly, would you redirect the spirit’s anger to make sure it didn’t hurt anyone in the process?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“I’ve found chopping wood to be very anger draining,” Wuxian quipped with a charming smile. “Get that aggression out with every swing.”

Not that Wuxian himself was prone to anger, but he’d seen Wen Ning go at it when Wen Chao’s comments got too far under his skin. After a good quarter shichen his gentle friend was back in control, and ready to prank the pants off Wen Chao.

cottagecore au where nobody dies, and no one was crying (for sure)!

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CQL/MDZS ULTIMATE CHARACTER RE-DESIGN

Added sect leaders + some additional designs for the different time periods/stages for some of the characters!

ALSO! if anyone wants to use these designs for art or edits or fics, please feel free to, i'd be so honored! all i'm asking for is to tag me/send it to me so i SEE AND DIE OF HAPPINESS