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ㅤㅤㅤ𝒔𝒆𝒕 ‎‏‏‎𝒎𝒆‎‏‏‎ ‏‏𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎& 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔.‎ –––––––––––––––––––––––– an independent, selective, & canon divergent blog dedicated to 𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐪𝐢𝐧𝐠 of mdzs aka ‘grandmaster of demonic cultivation’ also seen on the popular drama 'the untamed’.

[pyreruin]

˚ˋঌ˖ PYRERUIN. an independent & private blog dedicated to weaving the tale of woe known as wen qing . mature themes present. please proceed with caution.

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[creepish]

:) (threateningly)

[inkpressedpetals]

[rpclefairy]

strangers beneath the same sky starters.

dialogue starters for first time meetings in historical or fantasy settings.

“forgive my intrusion. have we met before?”

“you walk as one accustomed to long roads.”

“it is rare to find another soul in this place.”

“you bear the air of someone with purpose. may i ask your name?”

“the wind carries your scent of distant lands.”

“you seem far from home, stranger.”

“your robes speak of refinement, yet your eyes tell another story.”

“may i share your fire for a while?”

“it seems fate has led our paths to cross.”

“you handle that weapon with care. a practitioner, perhaps?”

“have you come seeking fortune, or fleeing something?”

“i did not expect company in such a lonely place.”

“you carry a heavy heart. the road must have been unkind.”

“are you a wanderer, or one with a destination in mind?”

“you move with discipline. do you belong to a sect?”

“the way you observe the horizon... what do you see there?”

“i could not help but notice your talisman. a charm for protection?”

“you seem unafraid, even here. that is uncommon.”

“your presence disturbs the silence yet i do not mind it.”

“do you often travel alone, or am i witnessing a rare moment?”

“you look as though you’ve seen ghosts.”

“the stars are kind tonight. perhaps that is why we meet.”

“a name has power. would you share yours?”

“i sense a story behind those eyes.”

“the tea is still warm, if you would sit and rest.”

“do you always meet strangers so fearlessly?”

“you wear no crest or banner, are you unaffiliated?”

“your aura feels… unfamiliar. what manner of cultivation is that?”

“there’s something about you the heavens seem to favor.”

“the world is wide, and yet we cross paths here. curious, isn’t it?”

“your silence speaks louder than words.”

“you carry an old wound. is it battle, or memory?”

“do you seek shelter, or solitude?”

“you’ve seen much, and yet your gaze holds wonder.”

“your voice carries conviction. you must believe in something deeply.”

“even the moon seems to follow you.”

“if i did not know better, i’d say destiny enjoys such meetings.”

“you seem out of place, or perhaps the place is out of time.”

“tell me, stranger. what is it you’re searching for?”

“the night is long. shall we pass it in conversation?”

“your weapon hums faintly. is it bound to your spirit?”

“you don’t avert your gaze. most would.”

“that pendant... it resembles one i once saw in the capital.”

“has the road been kind to you, or cruel?”

“you seem weary, but your steps haven’t faltered.”

“do you believe in omens?”

“you have the bearing of someone who’s seen battle.”

“tell me truthfully, do you trust me?”

“your presence feels... familiar, like a dream i’ve forgotten.”

“you stand as though waiting for someone.”

“if i asked what you’ve lost, would you answer?”

“your hands are steady. a healer’s, perhaps?”

“the forest seems quieter since you arrived.”

“you remind me of someone... though i cannot say who.”

“do you always travel under the moon’s light?”

“you seem untouched by fear. is that wisdom, or recklessness?”

“if we had met under gentler skies, would you still look at me this way?”

“the scent of rain follows you. were you caught in a storm?”

“i wonder, what kind of person leaves footprints like yours?”

“if fate is kind, perhaps our paths will cross again.”

[kameneva]

bride or burial

@kameneva

[pyreruin]

“ before we arrive to the cloud recesses, i must tell you something. ”

the quiet tenor danced on the breeze, nearly lost to the tranquil peace that clouded the air around them. the silence hadn't been unwelcome, far from it— it enveloped her like a cloak of comfort. convenient, relaxed. easy. she's still growing used to it, like the soft silks of a different color and a name that still felt clumsy on her tongue, foreign to her ears.

the gravity of his words leaves little room for her to consider much else. wen qing lan furen lifted her gaze, pinning the second twin jade with an aloof air in her inky, black hues.  “ what is it? ”

[chnqin]

[inkpressedpetals]

[kavehsmommyissues]

When Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian beef, Wei Wuxian plays fireball by pitbull for uh reasons, and Wen Qing would play who let the dogs out and wwx would run away crying.

[thehyperfemininesoulaani-deacti]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘭𝘥 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘢

[pyreruin]

and if i say the wens are old valyria coded?

[pyreruin]

i think my favorite part about my lan furen au with cher is that wq is literally married to one of the kindest, most skilled, voted most attractive cultivators ever & she spends all her time studying in the library with his gay brother. 

[pyreruin]

a new found fav addition to this: a-yuan still would have been saved as well & raised in gusu… either as lwj’s child OR as lxc’s child meaning lxc uncle/dad moments…. i smile.

[pyreruin]

i will never stop coming back to this bc just IMAGINE wq going to lxc to aide in her quest for finding lwj the best birthday present or lwj&wwx the best anniversary gift she can conjure up so she spends months working on something & when the time comes to finally gift it she has this endearingly proud little smile on her features as she presents it & lxc just is looking fondly at her. tears…. tears.

[pyreruin]

more tears: wq finally able to rest. to breathe. to not carry the weight of the world. to not constantly look over her shoulder. the chance to feel safe. secure. loved. at home. the time to heal. to grow. to fall in love with medicine again. to give herself, but not feel chained to her compassion. it's no longer a curse, but a calling. a gift. learning for learning sake with no hefty stakes on the line. she can travel, & not out of fear. it's no longer an act of survival, of necessity. it's an act of love. she can have peace.

[pyreruin]

fierce corpse!wq 🤝 demonic cultivation!wq 🤝 ghost doctor!wq

[pyreruin]

wwx & wq always concocted absolutely terrible plans and that's how you know they're truly best friends.

[popqorn]

[pyreruin]

hey & welcome to my little shop of horrors. i bring a kind of emotional damage™️, random musings that sometimes make sense, shipping everything, & constantly beefing with tumblr sort of vibe to the function

[drwcn]

I just think that alchemist/scientist/physician wen qing's aesthetic would be super minimalist, practical, austere even, but sect leader wen qing™ would be decked out in corals and obsidian and rubies and black pearls, heavy robes and subtly but expertly painted face, like queen amidala in phantom of menace level dramatic.

[factsilike]

I feel like we as a fandom don't acknowledge how Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian were both prodigal geniuses in their respective fields, and how much they had accomplished in their young age.

Both of them had thought up an incredibly difficult theoretical concept that was deemed impossible or with little to no chances of success, and they both managed to pull it off. (Wen Qing with the golden core transfer, and Wei Wuxian with his guidao). Both of them worked together to help the Wen remnants survive in the burial mounds on a shoestring budget, and they managed for a long time.

I feel like people forget that Wen Qing was famous not only in the Wen clan, but throughout the cultivation world for her skills in the medical field.

In short, Wei Wuxian worked incredibly well with both of the Wen siblings. Which is why all their deaths are even more of a tragedy, that the cultivation world killed such brilliant minds in wake of their own greed and cowardice.