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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.
❝ I'll walk on my single plank bridge till it's dark ... ❞ — indie, mutuals only wei ying / wei wuxian of mdzs. written by lana — remade.
It appears my blog might’ve been shadow-banned. I’ll see what support can offer (if it doesn’t take 2 months like the last time) but if the situation doesn’t improve I might have to move blogs. 🤡
The situation is like this. I might have been sending memes into the void for about a week. My inbox coming out blank might also be a part of the problem. There are things that are pure fucking evil and this site here is one of them. So if you've posted memes recently and got nothing from me, there's a high chance tumblr ate them.
It appears my blog might’ve been shadow-banned. I’ll see what support can offer (if it doesn’t take 2 months like the last time) but if the situation doesn’t improve I might have to move blogs. 🤡
So... here's a thing. And it's like 80% Niko's fault for enabling me but. Here's me finally giving in to the excessive brainrot for the Lan mom.
THINGS SAID BEHIND YOUR BACK — @cuckoo-among-beasts
❝ WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? ❞ comes a whiny remark, fingers digging into his shidi's shoulders as he finds himself plastered over his back once again. Wei Wuxian doesn't need to see the other's eyes roll to feel it, as if the searing pain isn't enough to remind him how miserably that little endeavour failed. ❝ Who knew the old man had another pair of eyes on his back? And Nie-xiong was struggling back there, how could I not help? ❞ The mere thought of being stuck here for more than a year makes him shudder, he cannot help but ponder the unfairness of it all, but of course, it's even less fair now that he ended up being the one to suffer a harsher punishment than his test-failing friend. ❝ Besides, he promised to copy the rules for me, so it seemed like a good deal. ❞ Lashes sting, but shallow cuts don't take too long to heal. They'll have to be sneakier next time.
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❝ Wait, Chifeng-zun is dead? ❞ a pair of chopsticks freezes in mid-air, it doesn't take more than a second for another realization to strike him. When he speaks, it comes without much thinking. ❝ It must've been hard for Nie Huaisang. ❞ The look he receives in return is not particularly expressive, so he picks up the piece of spicy pork and bites into it again with a shrug. ❝ He's not built for it. Being a sect leader. He's more skilled in other matters. ❞ A smile blossoms, chasing away the briefly thoughtful look that doesn't quite suit this new local-idiot persona of his. ❝ Hey, remember that book I once showed you?— ❞
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❝ Does it really matter anymore? ❞ it's not much of a question. There's not much genuine musing that goes into it either, not when there's a copper taste in his mouth, not when his head won't stop spinning. A hand comes to clasp another, fingers entwined to offer a bizarre kind of solace — the dawn rising over the temple might yet bring new surprises. A brief distraction to be chased away by the exhausted rawness of his heart. He watches a sombre figure hiding behind an ornate fan, and a smirk lights up his face, if only for a moment, if only a bitter fracture of the light he wears like a mask. ❝ Nie-xiong, Nie-xiong... so much for 'the headshaker', huh? ❞ The tiredness of his eyes doesn't give way to fondness, but no judgement creeps into his tone. ❝ Lan Zhan... can we go home? ❞
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❝ He's the only friend I have left, ❞ he says, and it hits unexpectedly hard, this sudden acknowledgement — Wei Wuxian wouldn't even be here otherwise. Who knows what could've been, then, had Jin Guangyao been left alive. And then, it's something he tends to do. He doesn't give up on people easily. ❝ I don't think what he did was right. But I could never judge him for it. ❞ A few moments pass. A minute. It's easy to lose count, with a whole new life ahead of them. ❝ Those years must've been so lonely for him, too. ❞ It takes another minute. Maybe an hour. He feels a soft hum of a response rather than hears it. ❝ Do we have any business in Qinghe? ❞
🐝 * ― 𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action. )
[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body
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thematic headcanons.
hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon
Home is too abstract a word for WWX to even begin to comprehend. He's had a few and lost them all, he built one and lost it too, and even in death he didn't have a resting place nor somewhere for his soul to be. His parents' place is gods know where, he's being chased away from the place where he grew up, the settlement in the burial mounds is destroyed... It's enough to come to the conclusion that there's simply no place for him in the world, no matter how huge it might be.
That's why finding home at last (in the Cloud Recesses no less, which feels like a huge cosmic joke as he really disliked the place at first) doesn't come without the constant dread of losing that too. It's simply too good to be true, and it's really all he has — his husband, a bunch of kids to mentor, the in-laws he eventually grows to love. He's terrified of losing that because at this point, losing everything he holds dear is a habit, a given fact.
Still, it doesn't stop him from making the CR his home. Boldly, shamelessly, he chooses to take roots in this place instead of waiting for what feels like inevitable doom to strike. He brings life to jingshi. It's something silly at first, the little things to make it feel lived-in, less ascetic. He leaves a bit of a mess in the room on purpose, so that it's less pristine. He leaves his talismans and unfinished inventions on the desk and decorates the place with his artwork. He whines excessively so they'd get more pillows and warmer blankets for the bed, and of course, the bed has to be replaced with a larger one, the sturdiest they can find. Eventually they might even get a bigger bathtub (and a metal one this time, to prevent more incidents from happening).
And after a while, the fear retreats, and with it the dwelling of grief and loneliness turns into a cozy forever-home for two.
was going to check something in the donghua and it chose violence...
hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon
hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon
thematic headcanons.
hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon
It could sound surprising, considering how WWX's signature red ribbon has become such an important part of who he is perceived to be, but he himself doesn't have too much of an attachment to it. At least, not to the particular item. He loves the style, it complements his preference for black clothing, and in a way, the simplicity of it makes him stand out as he never wears intricate hair accessories or does anything more complex to his hair than a ponytail. But the significance of the ribbon is what others make it out to be. And surely, by the time he's revived it acquired many hidden meanings (to others, and through them, to him), but it's still just a ribbon. He wouldn't be too perturbed if something happened to it.
Until he lets LWJ do his hair in the morning for the first time (being spoiled and taken such gentle care of by his husband is his absolute favorite thing in the world) and sees how he holds the ribbon, how much it clearly represents. It is in the hands of his beloved that it finally feels worth treasuring (much like WWX himself, how disgustingly sentimental).
hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon
It's a canon fact that WWX often 'mistakenly' wears LWJ's under robes, except it's never really a mistake. His are usually red, and LWJ's are white — it's nearly impossible to confuse them even early in the morning, especially when his husband wakes up multiple hours before him and would likely have done many things by the time WWX is finally awake. He does it on purpose. He does it on days when they're forced to be separated until the evening. The fabric still keeps his husband's scent mixed with that of the sandalwood incense, so when they're apart, he'd still feel his presence and be comforted by it. Again, this is disgustingly sentimental. Much like the fact that he cannot physically fall asleep without the Lan forehead ribbon wrapped around his wrist or held tightly in his hand (and of course, LWJ would need it back in the morning, giving him a reason to gently coax WWX awake, which, in turn, gives WWX an opportunity to welcome him with sleepy kisses before he falls asleep again).
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thematic headcanons.
hc + 🌞 for a day-themed headcanon
Wei Wuxian has never been a creature of the night, not intentionally at least. Despite the tendency to wake up at ungodly hours and finding it much easier to think and work in the evening, he enjoys sunlight too much to give up the luxury of basking in it. But the Yiling Laozu is a whole other story. Having spent many months in the darkness, he suddenly found it almost impossible to be out during the day. The light would hurt his eyes, make him squint, make him want to hide in the shadows or opt to go out into town when it's cloudy and dark. (Part of it was to let the darkness hide his exhaustion, the pallor of his features and the slightly older look that he shouldn't have yet come to possess.)
He still kept busy during the days, hiding in his cave or helping around in the settlement, but then of course the dead are more active at night, so more often than not he'd stay up until well after midnight and get up early to make himself useful (which only contributed to the exhaustion as a result).
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Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.
hc + 🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual
hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon
hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon
hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon
hc + 💕 for a loved-themed headcanon
hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience
hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon
hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep
hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon
hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals
hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon
hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon
hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon
hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon
hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon
hc + 🚶♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon
hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like
hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike
hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon
hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry
hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences
hc + 🥣 for a food-themed headcanon
hc + ☕ for a drink-themed headcanon
hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon
hc + 🌸 for a plant-themed headcanon
hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon
hc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon
hc + 🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon
hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon
hc + 🚗 for a transportation-themed headcanon
hc + ⏳ for a time-themed headcanon
hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon
hc + 🌞 for a day-themed headcanon
hc + 🪐 for a universe-themed headcanon
hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon
hc + ⛄ for a season-themed headcanon
hc + 🎉 for a celebration-themed headcanon
hc + 🏆 for a goal-themed headcanon
hc + 💯 for an achievement-themed headcanon
hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit
hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon
hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon
hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon
hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon
hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon
hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon
hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon
hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon
hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon
hc + 🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon
hc + 📔 for a reading-themed headcanon
hc + 💰 for a money-themed
hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon
hc + 💉 for a medical-themed headcanon
hc + 🛒 for a shopping-themed headcanon
hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon
hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice
Headcanon Game
NAME: Wei Ying / Wei Wuxian
MEANING: Wei (魏) — ghosts and spirits / grand, tall or mighty; Wuxian (无羡) — to be free of envy, Ying (婴) — an infant / to pester, to touch. (c)
AKA: the Yiling Laozu / Wei Qianbei (by the juniors)
PHOTO OF YOUR MUSE THAT YOU LIKE:
(he looks angelic in the outdoor scenes with this psd, but there are so many, he's so pretty)
THREE HEADCANONS
he prefers to tell people that Chenqing was something he found in the burial mounds, but in reality, he created his own spiritual weapon from a femoral bone of a corpse and pure resentful energy of the place. the dizi resembled a living being with a consciousness of its own from the start, so to Wei Wuxian, she's always been a 'she'. to call upon the dead, one must establish a connection first, that's how she came to be known as the ghost flute, and that's where she came from.
in his Yunmeng years, he'd spend a lot of time with the junior disciples, especially when Jiang Fengmian was away. most of it was playing with them to help them relax and enjoy the simple joys of childhood, some of it was making sure madam Yu wasn't too harsh with them, taking the blame for wrongdoings when they occurred. the children of Lotus Pier always loved their shixiong for the warmth and kindness he'd radiate in their presence, and Wei Wuxian simply always adored children.
speaking of Yunmeng days, I haven't posted this here (I think?) despite rambling about it on discord, but a huge part of his troublemaker persona stems from the hatred of madam Yu. she used to punish him a lot, for anything, for pretty much existing (while the harshness of it remains questionable, he'd still get whipped on occasion and sent to the ancestral hall to kneel on a daily basis). his psyche is flexible enough, it adapts and overcomes instead of falling into the pits of self-pity and anger, so to him, it quickly turned to the mindset of 'if I'm going to be punished anyway, I might as well do something to make it feel deserved; if I'll get punished for being myself, I might as well be myself at all times'. the other part of it is, of course, the legacy of his mother.
three things your muse likes doing in their free time ⎯⎯
drawing at leisure, just to keep his hands busy and enjoy the process.
spending time with children, works for any verse, he genuinely enjoys it and in some ways, prefers their company to that of adults, as it feels more earnest.
Lan Wangji. working on new inventions to make the everyday lives of cultivators easier and feel the elation of achieving something or bringing something that felt like a far-fetched dream concept before into being.
a phobia your muse has ⎯⎯
dogs, obviously, it's a well-known fact. even if they're tiny, even if they're the most adorable puppies in existence. he might warm up to the latter, or even be in their presence, but only until they show their teeth. it doesn't have to be a full-on bite, just a growl and the sight of teeth is enough.
one thing your muse regrets ⎯⎯
there are too many things. but one thing he regrets the most is accepting that damn invitation from Jin Zixuan that resulted in the first massacre and the latter's death, ad ultimately, the deaths of Wen Qing and Jiang Yanli. he regrets being the one to make his shijie suffer, and eventually losing the people he loved, despite learning later on that it wasn't his fault, because in some ways, it still was, and it all spiralled down from there.
people your character likes / loves ⎯⎯
Lan Wangji, Jiang Yanli, Jiang Cheng, Wen Qing and Wen Ning, every tiny cultivator out there, but especially little Lans and Jin Ling; he likes Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen, and, in later years, Lan Qiren too. to an extent, he even grows to like Jin Zixuan.
here's a thing about Wei Ying: he doesn't hate. hatred requires a less flexible mind than his, and while some past trauma resurfaces on occasion, he tends to adapt to change rather quickly, so he doesn't wallow in it. he pities Xue Yang, he abhors the actions of Jin Guangyao yet he still doesn't really hate him, he mocks Jin Zixun and is annoyed by the guy, and still there's no burning hatred there. he treats madam Yu with respect despite the not so secret hatred she had for him. it's just not part of who he is. he can only despise himself, he doesn't crave revenge when he's the one being wronged unless it happens in a spur of the moment when he's on the verge of a breakdown. but there's an exception to everything, and that exception is Wen Chao.
stolen from: @cuckoo-among-beasts
tagging: @xiielians, @youthslost & whoever wants to do this!
