#faslaidir

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you EVIL BOOP ME IN MY OWN HOME??

[hopeinthebox]

You are literally the funniest person alive. Every time I see a post from you I run to the tags knowing you’re gonna say some wildly out of pocket hilarious thing and I laugh out loud about it. Keep it up 🫡

please know that i am printing this ask out and framing it and placing it on the wall above my degree. thank you i love you i'm here all week

[winepresswrath]

Please tell us more about Song Lan and Jiang Cheng flirting and the subsequent Implications

My actual theory is that every baby cultivator from the Gusu Summer Camp generation has some kind of crush on Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen and probably hang their portraits on their bedroom walls and write thinly veiled fanfic about their OCs meeting and traveling with them. We all know that Lan Wangji makes full on heart eyes at them upon first meeting, but then after Song Lan insists that he couldn’t possibly be worthy of such compliments from Young Master Lan, Jiang Cheng, noted person who does not often express uncomplicated admiration, has this to add to the conversation:

This is maybe the most uncomplicated idealism we ever see from Jiang Cheng. Coming from him this is basically an admission that he has at some point doodled a heart on their off brand merch. Presumably they don’t get drawn ugly.

Later that episode, Nie “I have a crush on every boy” Huaisang hating to see them leave but loving to watch them go:

Anyway, we do not see Song Lan again until after our heroes have had their homes destroyed by Wen affiliated psychopaths and maybe laid some misplaced blame about whose heroics inspired these massacres, but when we do, we get:

What???? When did he becomes Song-xiong?

a double “oh no don’t bow to me” lift. With brothers! Scandalous.

His face when he sees them bowing is also honestly kind of a picture.

Again? Jiang Cheng being this casual with someone he doesn’t know very well is not something I remember happening with anyone else.

Jiang Cheng has met this dude like twice and he’s going all “I trust you with my sister (who I conspired with my brother to ship unconscious to her ex in a move that is making at least one viewer 5% less sympathetic to the upcoming violation of my bodily autonomy)”. A big deal for him, regardless! I think the list of people he trusts with Yanli really does amount to:

Wei Wuixan,

Zixuan but only after Zixuan helped him rescue Wei Wuxian from the evil snurtle,

Song Lan, presumably because Song Lan has nice eyes (heyo).

This is just very suitably sexy and heroic. Anyway, in conclusion: Jiang Cheng has a big fat crush on Song Lan, and who can blame him? That smoulder. That bow-lift. That willingness to help kidnap his unconscious sister.

Implication wise I think he takes a minute out of his busy day when he hears that Song Lan disappeared to presume that probably Xiao Xingchen stabbed him for incomprehensible reasons known only to himself because love in all its varied forms is dead and you can’t trust anyone, ever.

[lotusjwy]

“You can trust me” for our boys Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen? 👀

ooooh boy, carrie u just know me. i wrote this so easily, idk WHY that was so easy to write honestly. 

enjoy around 2k words of xicheng being mean to each other bro, i needa go make them kiss or smth this hurt 

It wasn’t a very common occurrence, but ever since the events at Guanyin Temple, Lan Xichen would sometimes have days, where most people around would know to give him a wide berth, lest he spit poisonous words at them. These days were unlike the days where he had no desire to exist in the world. Instead, on these days he was infinitely angry at the world. There was never any rhyme or reason to the days – at least, no pattern that he had been able to recognise that would trigger or prompt him to get in these moods. And no one would be safe from the words he spoke, regardless of who they were to him. 

Lan Wangji had learnt first-hand to leave his brother alone when he was in these moods, when Xichen had called him a disgrace to the Lan Sect ways due to his devotion to Wei Wuxian. That Wei Wuxian was a menace to their society and that perhaps they would have benefitted had he met the same fate as his parents. After the fact, Xichen had profusely apologies, explaining that he that he didn’t know why he had said what he had said and that he didn’t mean them. And while Lan Wangji had accepted his apology, their relationship had been strained for a long while after that. In order to protect their brotherhood, both would avoid each other on these days.

However, it would seem that Lan Wangji hadn’t passed this message along to Jiang Wanyin, who was currently pounding on the entrance to the Hanshi, which Lan Xichen had been refusing to open for the past ten minutes. He knew that if he let the other in, that it may come to blows with Lan Xichen’s foul mood and Jiang Wanyin’s general angry disposition. After another few minutes of having to listen to Jiang Wanyin yelling his name, Lan Xichen slammed the doors open, his face displaying the annoyance that he was feeling at the situation.

“You would think, Sect Leader Jiang, that after a few minutes of not receiving a response, you would get the message that I do not wish to speak with you.” His voice was cold and icy, not leaving any room for argument.

Or so he thought, were he not speaking with Jiang Wanyin. Jiang Wanyin who looked confrontation in the face and barrelled right through. 

“You don’t want to talk to me?” Jiang Cheng’s voice was full of disbelief that the other was acting this way, so early in the morning. He’d never seen Lan Xichen acting like this.

“I want you to leave.” Lan Xichen could feel his patience growing thin, if the other didn’t leave right now, then he didn’t know what would come from the following interaction.

“Well, too bad. Since when have I ever left you alone when you’re in a bad mood? Talk to me about it, perhaps that will help you navigate back to being yourself.” With those seemingly simple words, Jiang Wanyin further entered the Hanshi and sat down in front of Lan Xichen.

“There is nothing I wish to speak about with you, at this moment. Leave.” He took a calming breath, willing himself to not lose himself.

“You can trust me, Lan Xichen.” Jiang Wanyin’s voice was earnest and full of understanding, he was being exactly the type of friend Lan Xichen would crave any other day. But not today, today he is angry at the world, and is willing to fight with anyone, and so that’s just what he does.

“I thought I could trust Jin Guangyao. Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang thought they could trust me. Yet all forms of this trust were broken within a few tragic moments.” His voice was hard, not like the usual calming voice that Jiang Wanyin had grown used to over these months. “You’ll find I’m unable to readily believe your words.”

It had been months into their growing friendship – relationship maybe – yet Jiang Cheng had never realised that Lan Xichen still struggled with trust. “And I fucking thought I could trust Wei Wuxian, yet you don’t see me shutting myself off from the fucking world over it.”

“No, you just tortured people out of spite, out of hatred towards your brother. They were innocent people you tortured, yet you did it anyway. Perhaps the world would have benefited from shutting yourself off from the world. More people would be alive.” Internally, Lan Xichen hated himself for even uttering those words, knowing this was something that haunted Jiang Wanyin even after all these years.  

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes at the other, not understanding why the other was verbally attacking him like this. “Every person I killed was a demonic cultivator, you don’t believe they deserved it?”

“Perhaps demonic cultivation is the wrong path to take, however you didn’t offer rehabilitation for them? Surely, you had other avenues to help that didn’t result to torture. No, instead you had to let your anger take charge as usual.” His voice turning to morbid fascination as he continued to speak, he could see Jiang Wanyin slowly grow more and more angry as he continued to speak his poisons.

Oh. So, he wanted to play that game? Unluckily for Lan Xichen, Jiang Wanyin had been waiting for someone to bring this up with him, thought admittedly he never expected someone he thought was his friend to bring it up.

“Do you know how many demonic cultivators I came across that were previously of the Lan Sect, Sect Leader Lan? It would seem your sect doesn’t offer its’ own members the rehabilitation that you’re so bravely offering right now.”

“You’re lying.” Xichen narrowed his eyes at Jiang Wanyin, not believing his words for a second. He’d have noticed if his disciples were following such paths, he’d have known.

“I’m in Cloud Recesses, esteemed Zewu-jun. Lies aren’t allowed here.” With a smirk, he continued speaking, a smug lilt to his voice, “I can even show you the pile of forehead ribbons that came with each of the cultivators. I have a collection, if you would like to call it that, of little mementos that link each demonic cultivator to a sect.”

“Why would you keep them? Rumour has it you burnt the bodies where they lay.” He was determined to not let the other win this argument.

“And create damage to the sect that I so painfully built back up? No, my disciples disposed of the bodies. You’re not wrong, they were burnt, just not in Lotus Pier. Lotus Pier has seen enough flames to last an eternity.” And Jiang Cheng was never present for any of the burnings. He’d witnessed too much burning flesh in his lifetime, he never wants to see or smell that ever again.

“You’ve not yet explained why you would keep articles from the bodies.” He tried to keep his voice steady and absent from any of the anger that was rushing through his veins. He’d never wanted to yell at another so desperately before.

“To remind myself that while the once first disciple of Yunmeng Jiang created demonic cultivation, that I never once came across another demonic cultivator from within my own sect.” It was an odd pride he’d always felt. A secret pride that he’d never spoken about to anyone before now. “There were countless from the Nie, Jin and Lan sects, yet none from my own. Fascinating isn’t it? That somehow the sect where demonic cultivation was founded never produced another known demonic cultivator.”

“Isn’t that because they saw first-hand what you did to demonic cultivators?” Forcing his voice to sound calm and uninterested, Lan Xichen was determined to make Jiang Wanyin feel as bad as he was making Lan Xichen feel with his words.

Jiang Cheng let out a snort, “partially, I won’t deny that. However, I believe they saw what it could to do those around them. How negatively it could impact on everyone, including themselves. The issue all you fucking hypocrites have is that you just tell your disciples that demonic cultivation is bad, and they should never pursue it, or you will punish them.”

“And what? You believe you have the upper ground here?”

“Gods no. I’ll never claim to have an upper ground, we lived through a war, we were all bound to fuck up in some way or another. But I tell my disciples in explicit detail what demonic cultivation can do to families. I remind them of Jin Ling who grew up without parents due to the inability to control demonic cultivation. Because if a genius like Wei Wuxian couldn’t fucking control it, then what luck did a lowly disciple have?”

And that was something Jiang Cheng had spent years working through himself. The knowledge the Wei Wuxian didn’t mean for everything to go as badly as it did. That he had just lost control of the situation and it had grown and grown until the unthinkable had happened, and Jin Guangyao took explicit control of the situation. It was still something he had to talk himself through, on his bad days. But he would not have Lan Xichen attempt to make him feel bad about the things that he has been through, no matter who they are to each other.

Looking away from Jiang Wanyin, Lan Xichen grit his teeth and spoke tersely, “I see.”

“That’s all you have to say?” He couldn’t believe the other was acting like this. Xichen had spat venom yet seemed to be retreating the second Jiang Cheng fought back. Coward.

“I don’t know what else you want from me.” He let out a heavy sigh, and turned back to Jiang Wanyin, his eyebrows raised, as if asking why the other was still here.

Jiang Cheng laughed frostily, voice full of hurt and regret, “I had thought that the two of us had an understanding after all these months. It would seem that I was wrong to think you would ever trust someone as vile as me.”

“No one asked for you to attach yourself to me.” He almost winced, as he said it, knowing that they were about to cross dangerous territories in this conversation. Perhaps with irreversible consequences.

“Attach myself? Lan Xichen, need I remind you who fucking approached who first, or have you coincidentally lost all memory of that moment?” Lan Xichen. That was the answer. Lan fucking Xichen had approached Jiang Cheng with hopes of friendship first, right out of his seclusion, so why the fuck was he acting so haughty now?

“I approached you out of desperation on my part. I wished to forget A-Yao’s existence, and so I approached you. You who is so very clearly unlike him. It meant nothing more to me and has seemed to have run its course.” I’m sorry, I don’t mean it, he wanted to be able to say, but his mood didn’t allow him to, his words leaving his mouth faster than he could shove them back in and never have the time to utter them.

“Of course, I’m the fool in this situation. Why would the great Lan Xichen approach lowly Jiang Wanyin for friendship or anything more? It would seem you were correct, my trust in you was misplaced, I will endeavour to rectify that mistake of mine. Thank you for the honourable life lesson, esteemed Sect Leader.” With a final, stilted and angry bow, Jiang Cheng turned around and left the room, muttering under his breath about ungrateful people.

As Jiang Cheng stormed out, Lan Xichen closed his eyes in defeat. Ah, Lan Huan, you’ve finally done it. You’ve finally pushed away everyone that genuinely gave you care. Jiang Cheng wasn’t like Wangji, who had forgiven his words without a second of hesitation, no Jiang Cheng would remember each word that had been uttered in this room. Once scorned, Jiang Cheng wouldn’t return without a genuine apology, an apology that Lan Xichen wasn’t sure he was ready to give the other. Not without thinking more deeply about what kind of a relationship he wanted with the other.

[yuziyuanapologist]

3, 5, 9, 56, and 61 please!

carrieeeee hiiiiii i lov u

also thank u for choosing the questions that expose me for being literally the most basic in the world ever ooPS

3 - Happiest Moment 

the. the one where. the one where sizhui is like i am a-yuan and then gets. he gets h. he gets hugs ;n;

5 - Biggest WTF moment 

when jgy was revealed to have all the villainous schemes my brain didnt catch up for like two epsisodes so i spent those two episodes texting rory mingjuesnie like 'hey wh. what’ and then ‘ha ha he has baby hands’ and then ‘wait is he evil???’

also the bit where mr yiling laozu made wang lingjiao hallucinate eyeballs and slice up her own f a c e that was. that was a lot

9 - A Fanon You Dislike 

again. basic. but the mam wwx thing. i Do Not Think You People Know What Mothers Are.

other than that i cant actually think of any that i dislike! i mean i just. u know, its fandom? fun is to be had! characters are to be projected on! there havent been any that have super duper bothered me

56 - Who Would You Take On A Night Hunt? 

i would take mr wen ning and mr jiang cheng and then when the night hunt was over i would lock them in a closet together :D

but srsly i mean wen ning has big strongness and chains and its rlly cool when he fights w them and jiang cheng has zidian, see below

61 - Best Weapon 

z i d i a n

i mean? it’s a whip? it’s purble? it’S ALSO A RING??? MEN WITH RINGS ARE??? ATTRACTIVE???

if i met jiang cheng in real life i would hate him (bc like bro get therapy) and also feel physically terrified (bc angery) but when he is on my screen only i want him to use zidian to [redacted]

[penny-anna]

I have a burning question that’s been weighing on my mind for a while. In your professional opinion, is Jaskier a Took?

hmmmmmmmmm

I’d say no on the grounds that the Tooks are a family and I don’t get the impression he’s very representative of his family. if he was a hobbit. he’d be a Tookish member of a different family.

[esmeraldablazingsky]

Do No Harm? (I wanna ask about Bright Moon because you know how I feel about that fic but I also wanna wait until you feel ready to share it)

aha I will take pity on you and tell you that Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen finally manage to talk face to face in the next chapter of aftbm, which I will. post. whenever I manage to tie it together enough for human consumption. I swear.

for now: Wen Xu and Nie Mingjue friendship content :)

“Why am I on the floor?” he asked, his eyes suddenly wide open, hazy and alarmed. He sat up from where his head had been resting on Nie Mingjue’s leg, then immediately slumped dizzily back down. His breaths were coming progressively shorter. Nie Mingjue was no doctor, but even he knew that wasn’t a good sign.

“I have to tell them what’s going on,” said Wen Xu. “The reinforcements. Take me to them.”

“No,” said Nie Mingjue. Wen Xu’s gaze found his face and focused on it.

“I have to,” he said.

“Meng Yao is doing it,” said Nie Mingjue. “You need to rest. You’re falling apart.”

Wen Xu looked dangerously close to panicking at that. His face remained locked in some labored semblance of calm, but his eyes gave him away, disoriented and fever-bright. Nie Mingjue marked the trembling of Wen Xu’s arm as he attempted to push himself upright, the shallowness of his breathing, the pallor of his skin.

Absolutely not.

[guqin-and-flute]

faslaidir replied to your post “Nonsense Headcanon Corner”

Cold hands: Wen Ning and Wen Zhuliu. Like a shock of ice when they touch you. Cool hands: Wei Wuxian, Lan Sizhui, and Lan Xichen. Soothing and soft to hold. Warm hands: Wen Qing, Jin Guangyao, Jiang Yanli, and Lan Wangji. Disarming when they touch you but comforting the longer they hold on. Hot hands: Jiang Cheng. Boy just runs at 3000 degrees inside and out like his golden core is working overtime to power all the rage in his body. A touch from him is like a shock of static electricity.

@faslaidir DAAAAAAMN YESSS I LOVE

I never realized I needed cool handed Xichen in my life but I do??

Wen Qing the nice warm handed doctor ;-; and her literal corpse brother with freezing hands oof, someone hold them