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GHCSTCHILD — a study of unforgivable heroics, casual necromancy and inevitable martyrdom; the dark lair of the terrible Yiling Patriarch. — ind. mutuals only Wei Wuxian of MDZS, primarily novel & hc based.

CARRD // LAN FUREN SIDEBLOG // mature themes present, 18+ only.

#dash games.#THROW SALT YEAH

introducing my muse roster:

*ghcstchild — wei wuxian, main

*tiianwens — chu wanning, sideblog

*daczhang — xiao xingchen, sideblog, low activity

#yes i think it's funny whatcha gonna do

guqinstrings

-ˋˏ🌥 ┈┈ @ghcstchild inquired ; ❛ it's nothing. ❜

IT’S ALWAYS NOTHING with him when it comes to his own health. That was something learned throughout their shared history. It was always something that brought him irrevocable pain to still think about. Apparently, it never crossed his mind that all he continued to think about were those THIRTEEN YEARS he spent without the other because it was nothing. Still, even now it seemed, Wei Wuxian continued to fail to realize all he had to do was ask for help.

When the world stood against him, did he still not realize that Lan Wangji was determined to stay by his side? Regardless of what the Cultivation World threw at them, all he wanted was to protect the man who was currently telling him it was nothing.

There are many words that Lan Wangji can say, many that would fit and would even be heard. Despite how much he failed to listen to warnings, he listened at the very least to the words when Lan Wangji spoke. He might not heed the warning, but he listened. However, as many gathered in his throat just as many found themselves choked down. Having the words to say and being able to speak them didn’t always go in tandem with Lan Wangji. He could fill an entire memoir with the words he had for Wei Wuxian, but they would struggle to fall from his lips.

So instead of saying them he knelt in front of the other, undoubtedly getting grass stains on his white robes. He would drench them in much more and had for the Cultivator across from him. Reaching his hand out he gently took hold of the thin wrist that held onto the Dizi, tugging it over toward him and turning it so he could look at the cut across his arm. With his Cultivation not what it used to be, Wei Wuxian was much more susceptible to wounds and infections. He was by no means weak, he would never consider this man weak, but he didn’t recover as quickly as Lan Wangji did.

Still, to some extent, he was right. The wound wasn’t that bad and he had more than enough supplies on him to take care of the wound. A simple cleaning and bandage would patch the other right up.

Letting go of Wei Wuxian’s wrist he reached into his robes for his Qiankun pouch and opened it up. Fetching out the jar of cream and a roll of bandages, he sat both down beside him. Tucking the pouch back away he held his hand out for Wei Wuxian’s own again. He will not force him to let Lan Wangji patch him up, but his heart would be eased and honored if the other let him.

“Even nothings require some treatment, Wei Ying.”

ghcstchild

IT'S LAUGHABLE, REALLY — Wei Wuxian stopped bothering over nothings long ago. Nothings became a wide stretch, it didn't hurt, it doesn't even hurt anymore, perhaps he would've failed to notice the cut at all if it hadn't been for Lan Wangji's gentle interference. Still, his healthy hand jolts up to rub at the side of his nose awkwardly, and he lets a warm (if a little embarrassed) smile tug at his lips.

It's nothing, but the other is insistent, and Wei Wuxian knows better than to argue with that resolve – not that he wanted to, anyway. ❝ Ayia, Lan Zhan, ❞ he drawls, a smile makes it softer, as if the sudden halt came from the sheer awkwardness of being seen. It can't be worse than dying, he doesn't say. By now it hasn't failed to register in his mind that Lan Wangji doesn't take this kind of joking too well, but his own attitude to pain had shifted so much ever since... he doesn't even remember when.

A weak golden core is better than none, but it would exhaust itself to heal even a minor injury. He'd joke about shoving his intestines back in and continuing battle, if it was a much worse scenario. He's done it before. Didn't even make a sound or let go of Chenqing when one of the ghosts slashed his arm. And yet he beams with reassurance, holding his hand out to let it be taken care of — it tugs at a heartstring, somehow, this unyielding persistence the other has been radiating lately. Few would choose to stay by his side. No one would.

❝ It's just a scratch. Hanguang-jun worries too much, ❞ comes a harmless (shameless) tease. It doesn't allow gratitude to evade his words. Such things are easy to forget — ever since Wei Wuxian's unexpected resurrection, forgetting was all he's been doing. The tear in the black fabric of his sleeve is, however, something that makes him purse his lips in discontent. He liked these robes, but the stains Lan Zhan would get on his white ones feel like a pointless sacrifice. He wouldn't want to bleed on them.

Using his dizi doesn't come without a price, with a new body too fragile to adapt so easily, and he closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in and out slowly before hiding the exhaustion behind a carefree smile. ❝ We should be pretty close to Lanling. Let's stay at an inn tonight, hm? ❞

#guqinstrings #── * verse : revived.#hi!!

guqinstrings

ㅤㅤㅤ🌥 ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ ᴏꜰ ɢᴜꜱᴜ ʟᴀɴ. 🌥

ㅤㅤㅤ"Here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart ㅤthat one can see rightly; if the face shows nothing then listen to the heart."

private and selective, mutuals only RP blog for Lan Wangji from MDZS. 18+ based on the book/drama primarily and headcanon based.

-ˋˏ🌥 ┈┈ ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ (ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ)

-ˋˏ🌥 ┈┈ ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ.

-ˋˏ🌥 ┈┈ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ.

#promo.#👀👀👀👀

tiianwens

❝ it wasn't that he didn't care for those around him, only that he did it quietly. such solitude, day after day, without anyone to see or notice, was also a kind of torment. ❞

ind. mutuals only Chu Wanning of 'the husky and his white cat shizun / 2ha', adored by lana. sideblog to ghcstchild.

#mostly on here these days

my kink is when i hear english-speaking people on youtube/tiktok pronounce chinese names correctly (this particularly concerns the 'r' and 'x' sounds, like honestly, if a character has an r in their name you just know it's gonna be butchered)

#── * ooc.

youthslost

it is agonizing. no amount of love or tenderness shown is enough to numb the sharp, intense bursts of pain with each gentle wipe. the taste of metal fills wangji's mouth before he even realises his biting down on his cheek to stop from crying out. his eyes sting with tears as frayed edges of the cloth catch on broken skin and he can't believe how NUMB he had been to this pain before the contact, because now it felt like his entire back was on fire.

he is panting by the time wei ying's movements stop. he sucks in a breath, then another, and then turns his head to look at the boy at his side. he hates that he cannot reach out and take him in his arms, shield him away from the pain and the horrors he's seen — both in this room and outside of it.

deep down, he knows he wouldn't even if he could. he is a COWARD in the face of wei ying. he always has been.

but he can handle grabbing his wrist, and so he does.

“ it is not that, wei ying. ” it has never been that. why can't you see? why can't you see me? golden meets grey and he puts thought into looking as sincere as he feels, as desperate for him to understand. “ ...there is a cottage. it is on the outskirts of cloud recesses, in the woods. ” if he tells him who it belonged to, would that help? or would it only make him feel more as though lan wangji wanted to lock him away? “ xiongzhang and i are the only ones that go there. it would not look suspicious for us to disappear there, and nobody would follow us. ”

ghcstchild

❝ I KNOW IT'S NOT, ❞ he exhales, teeth gritted as if the other's pain resonated with something deep within his own weary bones. It did, it does — Wei Wuxian doesn't want to be the source of this pain anymore, nor the sole relief of it, against all odds. But he knows, he's beginning to suspect, catching nothing but agony and determination in the hues of gold, and it seems like he was the one making a huge mistake all along.

Another one on the long list. Too many.

He lets Lan Wangji rest for a while, allowing the searing pain from the initial contact to recede before he can painstakingly, stubbornly work his way with the bandages. This, too, will hurt terribly. A hand twirls slightly in the other's grip, just enough for his fingers to reach and brush against his wrist, longing for the strange solace that can only be found in the warm beating of a pulse, longing to provide some release from all this horror in return. He isn't brave enough to wrap his fingers around that forearm, leaving more than enough space for Lan Zhan to struggle free from his touch, if he so wishes.

❝ Us?.. ❞ there's a glimmer of confusion in gray eyes, they've been going around in circles all night — it's too dangerous, but in plain sight is the best hiding spot, so Wei Wuxian doesn't push it any further. When he stayed in the Cloud Recesses, all those years ago, he never noticed an abandoned cottage no one'd ever visited. Maybe that's the whole point. It's still nearly impossible to believe. He places a stack of clean bandages next to the bed, stands up to examine whatever salves and ointments he can find and his fingers tremble — what was it that Wen Qing always used when he got wounded? What was it that she used to say when the resentment grew too strong? He cannot remember. He wasn't himself. He hasn't been himself for too long.

There's something to settle on after a while, something to numb the gashes on Lan Zhan's back, keep them from sticking to the fabric when the blood dries. ❝ Lan'er-gongzi, aren't you afraid of going into seclusion with me? ❞ that mischievous grin will crumble again soon, it's only a distraction from the pain, the perfect opportunity to rub the medicine in alongside his blatant shamelessness. Prodding for a shadow of that familiar anger he's always found so beautiful. It comes out half-choked. ❝ What if all those rumors about the Yiling Laozu turn out to be true? ❞

#── * verse : yiling laozu.#youthslost #── * rel. / lan wangji : our knives drawn as sharp as we were in love / youthslost.

thinking how if my muses ever met in a danmei bottoms club (that wwx would be sent to bc the “various degrees of unhinged, demonic and wearing black” club is all tops) he would definitely be like “so, what’s the wildest way you’ve ever done it?” and everyone just… mentions relatively tame things until cwn, who looks so pristine and proper that everybody wonders if he even knows what they’re talking about, quietly goes “imperial throne room, behind a partition screen during an audience with some monks. and then the throne, the floor next to the throne, the stairs outside the room…”

that list can go on forever and he’d definitely win this one, sorry wwx.

#── * ooc.#this is a lil cursed and absolutely dumb but #they should start a club tbh. share some useful tips talk about experiences all that

petalsprompts

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

send MAKE ME CHOOSE and two options regarding my muse or muses, choosing both or neither is not allowed. specify muse if sending to a multimuse blog.

#── * memes : paper money to burn.#ngl I’m mostly on cwn blog these days bUT

s4ray

` 薛洋 ; indie & selective side - blog for XUE YANG ( 🔪 ) of the untamed , as told by nassy . previous knowledge of the lore is not necessary to interact with him . / follows back from @2heir .

#promo tbt #listen 🔪#this blog makes me feel things #in this house we appreciate nassy and xy