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BeneaththeBrim's new awesome fanfiction has opened new doors for beefleafers. SPOILER: He Xuan has his own dimension inside himself? Taking Shi QingXuan inside? The gross and fucked up potential is huuuuge.
Yeah! Good rec, Nonnie!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21474682
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[For @beneaththebrim:]
Wei Wuxian’s grey eyes slowly and awkwardly shift to meet Lan Wangji’s amber ones. How long had he been staring at me and I haven’t even realized it? he thinks to himself, noting after a few seconds that the other, taller man had not blinked even once. He had slowly leaned in closer like a scrutinizing inspector. Weren’t his eyes going dry at all? How long could he keep this up?
“HanGuang-Jun?” He laughs slowly; a low sound that almost sounds like a dry croak when he is aware of how seriously intense his gaze is trained on his face. Except Lan Wangji’s eyes turn from his eyes and scour his face like he is reading a poem from a scroll in the Cloud Recesses Library. “L-Lan Wangji?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. Gold eyes look at his nose and the way his lips curve and move with the enunciation of his own name, then his chin and throat. They roam back up to his jawline see the way his gleaming black hair sits behind an ear, and he inspects the ridge of his cheekbone. He studies the curves of his eyelids and the black eyelashes and the dark eyebrows that are so expressive that he can see how transparent Wei Wuxian is - how he always has been. The features are just slightly different… but after thirteen years of never knowing if he would ever see him again the effects of time had changed his internal memory of Wei Wuxian’s features that the similarities are so close, and the differences are hardly enough to be anything more than simply noticeable.
“Lan Zhan?”
Like it was a magic word, he moved. Lan Wangji lifted his right hand slowly, unblinkingly. Curling all fingers except his index finger, he touched it gently on Wei Wuxian’s nose. His voice is flat, that Wei Wuxian almost mistook it for a hiccup from the wine he drank not long ago (not that he could ever imagine such an indignifying sound coming from him, anyway).
“Boop.”
For the 3-sentence prompt: 'Honesty'
3-sentence fics based off any prompt
There’s a sense of shame when he realizes that he doesn’t feel the bitter, burning flames of resentment and vengeance eating him up inside and scorching his heart - instead it’s the thought of Daozhang’s face and outstretched hand with a sweet drop of sugar in his fingers that remain. Honesty was a weapon that could be turned on another as easily as any other, Xue Yang tells himself: it’s a fine, double-edged sword that could cut as sharply as any other and could harm the whoever it was turned against as well as the hand that carried it, because after all that was what he did to Xiao Xingchen in his final moments. He couldn’t feel the pain from the swords that ran through him or slashed his body or separated his arm from the rest of him, and as the numbing darkness claimed him he gritted his teeth at the disgusting, sick irony that he could feel the pain of this self-honesty in these last moments but not the pain of his death from any other weapon.
As much as I love Ling Wen, I feel like in some ways she still fills this stereotypical "secretary" role in the heavens. I wonder how much of this was thrust upon her due to her being a woman and what sort of tasks she truly relishes, when she's done with all the paperwork. I wonder if more and more, she's only allowed to do this more refined work in her male form. It would be funny if she got Pei Ming or Xie Lian to take over her secretary duties for a day so she could have some 'me' time.
Yeah, I’m curious about that too! Ling Wen’s role in the latest translated chapters does imply that she’s frustrated with the corrupt way heaven is run, including being frustrated by its sexism--hence why she’s in her male form currently. The latest reveals around the Brocade Immortal and Yin Yu definitely seem to be building up to the notion that heaven is incredibly corrupt, and hence I’m finding it verrrry ironic that Xie Lian who’s been kicked out twice and Shi Qing Xuan who didn’t earn his ascension seem to be the best and most ideal-like gods.
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OP idk if you read tags so I just want to say in the replies how much I ABSOLUTELY LOVE that you gave them both veils like I can’t with most wedding fanart bc of how gendered it is but this is AMAZING
i’m glad you like it!!! i was initially wondering if i shouldn’t have had a veil, but the power of them BOTH having one. and also veils are pretty ajsfkajgkajsdkjadf
thank you!!!!!! i’m glad that you like the piece T.T 💘💘💘💘💘💘
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soft!WWX hc
WWX likes to go pheasant hunting. We know this. He struts down the streets of Yunmeng, preening with his prey, winking at girls.
WWX rarely brings his kill to the kitchens of Lotus Pier (our spicy boi can’t cook for shit, let’s be real, he’s been banned multiple times). No, when he is done showing off, he makes his way down dustier alleys, places ignored or forgotten by high-minded cultivators. In one such nook there is a family of street urchins. They make do with what they can.
He approaches the lip of the alley, where two kids sit, drawing pictures in the dirt. They raise their heads and smile.
“Bird or coins?”
If they choose the former, WWX bids them to gather the herd as he lights a talisman in a stone pit they’ve dug in an alcove, carves the bird with Suibian. He smiles and laughs, telling them faraway stories of night hunts. Sometimes it takes three of them pulling his arm to stay his hand with the seasoning (binch keeps an entire Qiankun pouch full of hot chili powder in one of his sleeves you can’t convince me otherwise), although mostly they don’t mind.
If they choose the latter, WWX nods and turns, whistling as he makes his way to the butcher. His approach is noted with cringes and a sighs, because our boy is a relentless, expert haggler. He ignores the whispers.
“Why does the young master even need such a high price?”
“He must want to use the money for something the Jiang’s won’t give him allowance for…”
“Ugh, must he be so persistent for booze and women?!”
“Shameless!”
He never contradicts them. Never defends himself. Never tells them where the money goes. Not. Even. Once.
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Bonus: WWX’s dietary preferences make sense given his time living on the street. He likes meat because the animals he hunted were likely the only fresh food he had a chance to get at. Vegetables would have come from dumpsters, moldy scraps (he knew enough to know dumpster meat wasn’t safe, and besides, *the dogs* went for dumpster meat). Spices cover the lingering taste of rot. Moreover, capsaicin has antimicrobial and antifungal properties. Spicy means clean. Spicy means no painful churning in his guts, no diarrhea, no fever. He likely also overcooks his food for similar reasons.
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Extra bonus: One day, visiting Yunmeng, WWX invites LWJ pheasant hunting. LWJ knows this was one of WWX’s favorite boyhood activities, and humors him. As they get back to town, kill slung over his shoulder, WWX takes him to that same alley. New faces, unfamiliar with the rowdy, wild, generous cultivator. Still, he has food. LWJ watches in awe as WWX cooks for the kids, smiling and laughing as though he never left. When they return from this excursion, he holds WWX tight at his side. He falls in love all over again.
Since then, whenever LWJ goes to town to buy meat for WWX, he buys twice as much, along with some extra veggies, finding for himself Caiyi Town’s selfsame backstreets. One day WWX joins him on his grocery errands. (“Lan-er gege, you are really spending too much on food. You should let me haggle for you.” “No need.”) He protests as he sees how much LWJ buys. (“Lan Zhan what’s all this for?” “For you.” “Are you trying to fatten me up? Oh! Is there going to be a surprise party?? None of the GusuLan kids will eat this meat while at the Cloud Recesses though? Is A-Ling visiting? Please tell me if Jiang Cheng is coming I need to brace myself for that sort of impact… Oh where are we going—this isn’t the way back. Is this part of the surprise??”) His eyes widen as LWJ turns them down an alley and presents the extra food to another group of homeless kids. When he returns to WWX’s side, WWX clutches his arm and gazes up speechless, eyes shining.
******************* AHHHHH IM SOFT AHDJAKALA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS @beneaththebrim
;aksdgjk;lh; I just binge watched the donghua last week and have since caught up with the novel AHHH :'( (and read all the spoilers on tvtropes) But for real the nice thing about MDZS hell is that I have to pace myself with rewatching the donghua because it's impossible to watch the end credits without bawling. Okay okay so today I was making cinnamon rolls (Wen Ning my precious child :'( ) and listening to Drab Majesty and literally the song Cold Souls is Inquiry :'( :'( :'(
"binge watched the donghua”...................you mean you watched that episode between 10 and 12? the one that doesn’t exist in this blog? *hands you a medal* big dick energy right here lmaaaao GIVE SOME OF YOUR CINNAMON ROLLS TO WN SO HE CAN BE A CANNIBAL
