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the deity jester WWX au might not be your most popular au but know I am on the edge of my seat waiting for wangxian to finally meet <333

*Sniffle sniffle* that's right, I'm writing the deity jester Wei Wuxian AU solely for you now, you see it you care you are everything. HOWEVER, it's unfortunate to say that we still have like a post or two to get to wangxian meeting....so.....uh...DEITY JESTER WEI WUXIAN AU POST DEDICATED TO YOU!!! It's surprising that it hurts to tear himself free from the roots - whether it's due to being tethered to his body for the first time in some...time period, or it's due to ripping himself away from the nature he is so naturally drawn to - but it does. Every breath burns, his black blood seeps out of rips in his flesh and stains the already stained white sections of his clothes, and the bones beneath the meat of his body ache and grate together in a way that he didn't think was possible. He drags himself out from beneath the ground, allowing the sound of the small human wailing to guide him fully, dirt clinging to his hair and skin and stuck beneath his cracked nails, even dropping out of his mouth and nose when he angles his head down to see the state of himself. Small humans are weak and scared of everything, but the tiny humans had always liked him before they had been killed! He moves in the direction of the wailing, which hasn't stopped, and then almost immediately drops to the floor.

Ah. Human bodies are weak. It has surely been a while since he moved. Other humans always complained about aches and stiffness after not moving for a while, so Wei Ying can only assume that this sudden inability to move well is because of being trapped beneath a tree for some amount of time! However, the wailing is still echoing through the forested area he finds himself in, so he starts methodically dragging himself across the floor by his nails, letting all of his bones crack and shift into their proper positions until he can figure out how to walk again. The bells hanging from his outfit, that had once made such pretty tinkling and jingling noises, are now tinny and dull with metal mould (he didn't know metal rotted!) that flakes off as they're scraped across the floor. By the time the wailing is close by, he's sort of crawling instead of walking, his long hair (it's gotten longer! Humans are so complicated) catching beneath his knees and tangling with the leaves and sticks that litter the floor, so that is an improvement.

He still feels the weight of his mask upon his face, and that's surely good as well because tiny humans smile when they see others smiling, and Master always said it was the closest he could get to such an action. He peeks from around the tree he's found himself bumping around after bunching his hair into his hands to keep it out of the way, coming face to face with a tiny human huddled in the roots of the very same tree. This small creature has a splotchy red face and a tiny hand balled against one of its big brown eyes, hiccupping breaths escaping it instead of the normal small ones that should be leaving its lungs. It stares back at him, hair sticking to its cheeks from the water that sometimes leaks from humans' eyes. Wei Ying raises a hand, wiggling his fingers (yes, they are bleeding and skin is hanging off them) and letting the bells around his wrist jingle in hopes to gain a smile or any sort of reaction from this small human.

The small human continues to stare for a moment, and a strange uncomfortable feeling rises in Wei Ying's chest, a chance of his actions making the situation worse, but then a tiny hand wraps around one of his fingers and whispers 'owchie.' He doesn't get what it's trying to say until he looks at his other hand and notices all of the blood dripping down his palms from the tips of his fingers. Oh. That is an owchie. He nods his head slightly (a snap in his neck echoing through the forest as he does so), watching as the small human pulls his captive hand closer, pressing it against its knee, where he feels more wetness - red blood. It seems that the small human also has an owchie, which could be the source of its distress earlier. He nods once more, pressing his free hand into the ground and once again digs his fingers into the dirt that shifts easily beneath his touch, whispering into the nature that sings around him until a very faint, gentle tugging in his chest pairs with a plant sprouting up from the ground.

He picks the leaves from it and crushes them casually, letting his blood mix in with it for an extra healing factor before holding out the gunk in his hand for the small human. Said creature, who has been watching with interest, hiccupping breaths fading to the typical ones found within these animals, leans forwards and prods at the gunk a little. Only after careful examination does it offer up the injury upon its knee, allowing him to liberally smear the gunk over the minor wound so it can heal faster. Once again, the human just watches him do his thing while he works, until he sits back on his knees and stares right back at the human through his mask; despite how he hopes the creature would react, it looks...disgruntled. It still has a hold of one of his hands, and scoops off some of the gunk he has just applied to its injury to...smear it across his fingers?? Oh. Oh! It thinks that he has an owchie because of the blood and the skin hanging from his fingers. It's trying to help him!

Wei Ying gently extracts his hand from its very weak grasp to rub the gunk properly into his hands for the benefit of the small human, wiggling his fingers after he's finished to show that he's 'feeling a lot better'. Now, he doesn't actually feel better because he didn't feel bad in the first place, but he learned a while ago that tiny humans need exaggerated performances to be appeased when it comes to these things, so he really makes a show out of it. The small human, of course, is appeased by it, smiling up at him so widely that it must hurt even with the teary eyes it still possesses. "A-Yuan!!" The call echoes out through the forest, startling nearby small animals and sending birds flittering from the branches of the trees, as well as breaking the peace between the two of them. The tiny human looks up at the call, blinking as though recognising it before struggling to get to its feet, one hand already reaching out to grasp for Wei Ying's hand. All he can really do is let himself be dragged along by the small human as it wanders towards the sound, not wanting it to get further lost in the forest.

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I have the doc opened for it right now so it's getting written either way but a TGCF and SVSSS crossover AU that has been on my mind for three or four days exactly. Basically, I'm thinking Shang Qinghua (with a more relaxed system) gets just really fucking pissed off at how he's treated by all of the other peak lords (probably prior to learning that Shen Qingqiu is also a transmigrator) and basically plans and carries out his own fake death. He leaves the fake body in his office, and it's probably a violent death because Shang Qinghua is using his fake body as a stress ball for his frustration, before going to solely be Mobei-Jun's right hand man. He expects there to be some sort of reaction to a peak lord being supposedly killed within the sect, and waits for the news to come from spies and whispers from the human realm, morbidly curious as to how people will react. PLUS, he's the backbone of the sect! It would most definitely collapse without him. Nothing comes. He's like "oh...wow...guess they don't care. Guess my hard work was really worth nothing!"

He's pretty bummed out by this, but he goes on with his life as Mobei-Jun's guy. At some point, he realises that he somehow left a very important book he wrote about all of his knowledge of PIDW storylines at his old residence, and goes to grab it - after all, nobody takes over a peak lord's role until the next generation comes in, so his office will be empty. He tries to figure out where he left it, looking around, and then hears someone approaching, so he freaks out and hides nearby while frantically signalling to Mobei-Jun that he needs OUT through a talisman. Who bursts in the door but Shang Qinghua, arms filled with scrolls and an eerily familiar panicked expression on his face as he says something over his shoulder, before closing the door. The panicked expression disappears, scrolls are dropped carelessly onto the desk, and 'Shang Qinghua' drops down in front of it with an eyeroll as the disguise drops. When news of some sort of 'rift' appears near Ghost City, Hua Cheng isn't quite sure what to do. He sends a butterfly across so it can report back about what it sees, and then sends a couple more through when he learns that it's not dangerous. The butterflies bring back information, Yin Yu is in charge of documenting all of the information they bring back, and he realises that they...don't have much information on one of the 'sects' that seem to dominate the Jianghu of what appears to be a completely different world. Cang Qiong Sect is a weak spot in their research, and the butterflies can't make it through the defenses that the sect has in place to keep out intruders. What do they do about this? Hua Cheng calls on He Xuan's debt as usual, and tells him to go in and get more information on the sect, armed with the knowledge of what they know about this place already. He Xuan is like "ughghghhh fiiinnneee", and goes through! (He's not got a lot going on since blackwater arc, okay?)

He spends a bit of time learning what he can do in this place (he retains most of his Ghost King abilities, thank Gods), and then sneaks into the sect by disguising himself as an An Ding disciple because they appear to be the most unnoticed. Blah blah blah, he infiltrates the sect and decides that it isn't enough to be in the sect, he has to do what he did with the Heavens and pretend to be one of the ones in charge. It's painfully easy to do so - he picks the target of the forgotten yet most key worker of the sect, the one who's there for every secret meeting and knows everything about the sect, and starts learning his schedule. His other language. His secrets. He's both the creator and a victim of this world. Everything there is to Shang Qinghua, he learns it all. Soon, he just needs to remove Shang Qinghua from the equation - and Shang Qinghua DOES IT HIMSELF! He just!! Fakes his death! Such a stroke of luck is unheard of for He Xuan, but he's not going to complain about it.

He waits for Shang Qinghua to leave, cleans up the dead body, and then seamlessly takes Shang Qinghua's place as though he is not a completely different person, reporting back to Hua Cheng the whole time. It's rather easy - the workload could be classed as intense for a normal person, but he once pretended to be a heavenly official in the Palace of Ling Wen and took on all of those responsibilities for authenticity. This is a breeze compared to that, and this time he even has underlings to dole out work to when he doesn't want to do something! The most frustrating part of the whole experience is how everyone treats him as Shang Qinghua, as though he couldn't destroy this whole sect with just a single flick of his fingers (and that's without using his ghost king abilities). If he were a human, he too would have pretended to be dead so he could go work full time for the hot demon (he is hot, okay? Yin Yu agrees with him).

This is all going very smoothly, even with He Xuan casually reading all these different notes that Shang Qinghua made about the future of this world. He would usually be completely apathetic to this, but if the boy responsible for it all (Luo Binghe) takes over this world, who's to say he won't find the rift and make trouble for them? Better to avoid it completely than risk such an inconvenience in the long run, in his opinion. The Shen Qingqiu of this world appears to act differently to how Shang Qinghua wrote him to, implying that he too is not originally from this world (transmigration? Fascinating word), but it's also said that being thrown into the Abyss is a "canon event" or whatever. Best to stick around until then so he can just ensure the avoidance of whatever these guys are so worried about, even if it means just catching the kid after he's pushed and explaining the situation to him.

Then Shang Qinghua learns of what he's doing. He's staring down at this snivelling little pipsqueak, a man who is just as much of an actor as he is, and goes "so...do you get paid better by the demon?" He's not about starting beef with this guy if he's got no reason to, he's just here to get information and then save this entire world and then go back home to brood more. Reasonable schedule, if you ask him. He does, however, also not want to risk his cover, so he has tied Shang Qinghua up and is now sitting across from him at the table - he's in a good mood, he can extend a little courtesy before threatening the pathetic man's life. Shang Qinghua is bawling and begging for mercy, but he's seen this exact situation play out more times than he can count and just drinks his tea while he waits for the man to finish. Honestly, wearing Shang Qinghua's face should mean nothing to the man, considering that he faked his own death to get out of this place.

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I've been doing an overhaul of my room!! Very fun, fulfilling my childhood dreams of having a yellow room, and I'm going to finally put all those gay posters up on my walls n everything. Anyway, more of @lyngracetalksnwritesnstuff's birthday present AU (also known as Hanguang-Jun goes to the future AU)!!

Lan Huan is very pleased with how things are going for him right now. Lan Zhan offered a very slow approximation of a sentence, and Wei Ying's face lit up as he exclaimed "I recognise some of these!" before reaching for his satchel and whipping out a huge binder of notes. He drops it down onto the table between them and both Lan Huan and Lan Zhan flinch at the sound, but the two children don't even blink at it. Wei Ying leans over to try and open it, but then A-Yuan makes a mildly disgruntled sound and he realises that he does still, in fact, have a toddler on his lap, which cannot help him communicate with Lan Zhan well. Lan Huan isn't one to overstep or anything, but Wei Ying seems to have his hands full and A-Yu is also looking between his baby brother and his drink (which requires both of his hands) with increasing distress, so he offers to take A-Yuan off his hands. Wei Ying looks at him like he's an angel sent from the heavens and, while A-Yuan is being handed over to him, Lan Zhan looks almost moody despite not knowing what's going on.

Despite Lan Zhan's moodiness, he is quickly distracted by Wei Ying, who becomes more delighted with every character that he seems to have translated properly. Meanwhile, Lan Huan gets to engage in a very serious conversation with A-Yuan about the merits of sausage rolls and then asks A-Yu about what he likes and if he enjoys school, easing him into a quiet conversation. He adores children so much, he thinks they're so cute and they're always so full of life - A-Jue loves them as well, he's truly just a big softie when it comes to them, but they simply haven't had time to even consider adopting with their hectic work schedules. However, A-Jue has been hinting at it occasionally...he has also been mentioning wanting to get off the night shift or taking a backseat at his security company, so perhaps it's time to talk to him about it soon. For now, though, he just focuses on entertaining the two children while Lan Zhan and Wei Ying huddle over the folder and point randomly at different notations or whatever it is they're doing (he will not pretend to understand).

He doesn't realise how long it's been until his phone suddenly starts vibrating in his jacket pocket with the alarm reminding him that he has a shift to get to soon, and he realises that they've been sitting in the café for quite a while. It leaves him with a decision to make - leave Lan Zhan here with Wei Ying and then ask A-Jue to come get him later, imposing on even more of Wei Ying's time, or ask Wei Ying to take Lan Zhan home with him, so they can make more headway with his communication skills? He doesn't really want Lan Zhan to be too far away from where he knows he's safe...(yes, ever since Lan Zhan grasped his sleeve in the crowded area, he has been seeing the man as somebody important to worry about, like a didi) So, he comes to possibly the best decision. He messages A-Jue to ensure it's okay, adding that Wei Ying has kids that seem to be getting bored and fussy, and then asks Wei Ying if he wants to come back to the apartment so they can continue this while A-Jue entertains the kids?

Listen, if this was any other stranger, Wei Ying would of course say hell no, because why would he take his children anywhere that could be remotely dangerous? However, this is Lan-Laoshi's nephew, who has entrusted him with breaking down the language barrier between them and Lan Zhan, and has been distracting A-Yuan and A-Yu very well for these past couple of hours. He weighs up his options for a moment, before coming to the conclusion that nothing bad could really happen, and so agrees to it. A-Yu looks excited at the prospect of going on an adventure of sorts, while A-Yuan is too busy chewing on a lock of Lan Huan's hair to really have a reaction, but he's never really been a fussy kid when it comes to these things, so it's nothing if not a bonus! Lan Huan looks relieved, and Lan Zhan has no visible reaction because he has no clue what's going on, so Wei Ying points at one of the sentences they've built from what he's managed to correctly translate from the original rulebook - "moving to another area" (stolen from a rule about not running or something).

It doesn't take long for them to get there, which is really useful because Wei Ying's shoes do not fit properly and he's got some mean blisters appearing the backs of his heels with every step they take, with Lan Huan letting them into the apartment building before telling them his apartment number and ducking off to go to work. Wei Ying takes one look at the empty lift, then looks over at Lan Zhan, who is staring at the foreboding metal doors with suspicion clear in his eyes, and decides that it's better to just take the stairs than risk the magic man trying to blow up something in shock. He carries A-Yuan in his arms because he will throw a strop if he has to climb stairs when he's tired, and A-Yu walks along beside him until Lan Zhan suddenly scoops him up as well and just keeps walking as if he isn't carrying a thirteen year old in his arms like it's nothing. A-Yu is absolutely delighted by this, squealing and clinging onto the man as he's carried up, and Wei Ying's been hit with a sudden desire to ask for Lan Zhan's hand in marriage based on this alone like a fucking lunatic.

A-Yuan and A-Yu knock on Lan Huan's apartment door together because A-Yuan likes to be included in these things and A-Yu is a very good brother, and it's answered by a impossibly tall and muscular man who could definitely crush him into a ball with his bare hands if he wanted. They stare at each other for a moment, before the man raises a brow and gestures for them to come in, A-Yu finally being placed onto his feet to take off his shoes and A-Yuan squirming around to follow his gege's steps a few moments later. Lan Zhan is rather casual about the whole thing, utterly respectful and elegant with every movement he makes as he goes to sit on the couch. This leaves Wei Ying in an awkward standstill with this man until he goes "I'm Nie Huaisang's brother" and everything is suddenly right with the world because Huaisang talks about Nie Mingjue aaalll the time. If This guy can deal with Nie Huaisang, then he can definitely deal with anything Wei Ying may throw at him (probably...), and also he just immediately starts showing the boys around as though they are royalty while he sets up in the living room with Lan Zhan.

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I saw earlier that you weren't feeling well today, so I give you: The Burial Mounds! I've wanted to draw it for a while, but I got new paint markers today! I hope you like it! (the red details on its fur are for wwx, the blue ones for lwj, and the purpley ones for A-Yuan!)

I'M KILLING MYSELF I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. THANK YOU SO MUCH, LYN, I REALLY NEEDED THIS :((( I love this iteration of The Burial Mounds so much, It looks so cute and fluffy - and I think that really works for It as a culmination as resentful energy and spirits, like a ball of fluffiness that's also spikey!! Kind of like those uh fibreglass batts used for insulation in houses - yeah, you can touch it, but there are tiny bits of glass in it that will leave you with irritated skin, eyes and lungs. Of course, the glass would be resentful energy, and I do think It would be able to reign it in, depending on what It's interacting with. No lingering resentful energy for Its family! Plus, this creates such a funny way of getting the Yin Tiger Tally out of It - in the other iteration of The Burial Mounds, I can't say it would be a pleasant experience of pulling it out of Its chest, but with THIS iteration, it would be just rifling around in a ball of fluff to get it out. ADORABLE. I also adore teeny mode, imagine having a little creature you could just carry around that can also become huge and start ripping people apart at any instance of your disgruntlement.

The happy parent's day card from Wei Ying is everything to me you DON'T UNDERSTAND!! In the mad scientist AU, Wei Ying doesn't get a parental figure at all. Wen Ruohan was, at first, a kind guy who had taken him in, a mentor if you will, before all of the trauma n shit. Wen Qing is a jiejie, Wen Ning and Xue Yang are didis, and he has never had a parent's guiding hand to help him through life. Then The Burial Mounds comes CRASHING IN, and while It doesn't know much about human beings, there are many resentful spirits making It up that do have parental instincts. These all coalesce into a sort of reverse imprinting where The Burial Mounds looks at this fucked up kid and goes "yeah uh that's my kid. Yeah. Yeah that one's mine." Also Lan Xichen and The Burial Mounds bond over wangxian and if it were a modern AU, Lan Xichen would have totally been the one to make that shirt for It. It's just the only reasonable thing. "Person pieces" is the only label I will accept for dismembered bodies now, thank you for that.

Genuinely though, I love this so so much, thank you so much for doing this and showing me it. You turned The Burial Mounds into a marketable plushie and I LOVE IT. I woke up this morning to THIS and I think it's honestly the best way to wake up - you're such a sweetheart for this, and I'm giving you all the love you deserve for it. Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!! I love you ssoooo muuuccchhh. Thank. YOU. Sniffle sniffle I'm going to cry and throw up and pass away I think.

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So sorry for not writing a post today, gang! I was writing one n then it didn't save and honestly it's left me with a bone deep exhaustion at the thought of having to do literally anything 🙏😔 back to your regularly scheduled programming tomorrow probably

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Okay so I literally wrote this in study because I am kind of obsessed with deity jester Wei Wuxian AU right now. Like I don't know how much I've written, we boutta learn together. What Lan Wangji finds in the mould eaten book is...confusing, to say the least. There does not appear to be any sign of the Wen mentioned in the book - instead, it is filled with a brand of magic that has not been documented since long before Wen Haoran's rule. It is filled with curses and mythical tales of beasts are at one's beck and call with a single melody played on any instrument. Promises of death, of wealth, of power. All contained within that book. He immediately tucks this book away into his robes (a mockery of the symbolic Lan robes), suddenly all too aware of what the Wen would do if they realised that such a book existed in their very palace. It shifts and digs against his chest every time he breathes or moves to write something else upon his scrolls, but he does not dare risk adjusting it for fear of the eyes of patrolling guards spotting the movement.

He does not take the book out of his robes until he had been escorted back to his deceptively opulent rooms filled with depictions of cloud parting to surround the sun or being placed below it in a way, a clear hint of how Wen Ruohan views the Lan in terms of hierarchy. It has not changed since the time he had last looked at it, but it feels as though it has so much more weight to it with what he knows of the knowledge inside it. He does not know what to do with it now that it's in his possession, but he knows that he must find somewhere to stor it away in case the Wen wish to search his rooms as they have before. It takes a while, shifting things around and contemplating all of the places the frustrating guards had checked during the previous searches, but he eventually finds somewhere they would never think to check. He places it behind the bar that holds up the curtains, having to clamber onto a chair he drags over to reach it.

Lan Wangji tries to set the book out of his mind now that it is tucked away with the help of a talisman to keep it hidden, but his mind keeps drifting back to what he viewed on the pages in the quick look he had of it before he realised what it is. Something about it doesn't sit right with him - outside of the obvious fact that this kind of cultivation was forgotten for a reason. The Wen had access to this book, but it is rotting and dust permeates every single page, as though it has not been used for a while - it just doesn't make sense. They had access to these dark tactics for all of these decades and decided to just...what? Not utilise the obvious advantage that this book would give them? Some of those entries practically promise power and control as long as they are used right, and the idea of Wen Ruohan deciding to not use it because of some strange reason is just highly implausable.

It's not good to waste time pondering these things though, so he once again firmly shoves it out of his mind and tries to distract himself by sitting down and playing his guqin. The only reason that he's allowed even this is because sometimes he will be called into court to play for the entertainment of Wen Ruohan and his demonic spawn. It's clear that they know little of the Lans' choice of cultivation if they assume he does not now have a weapon in this hellish place, but he has not done anything for the simple fact that there would be anything he could do that wouldn't end in the death of his family. He has been given salvation, a way out, but he cannot, will not, utilise it for the sake of his family. Instead, he plays melodies meant to calm and relax the listeners, his mind trailing away to the entry he recalls about the beast summoned through melody, barely registering that he automatically started playing it until he snatches his hands away from the strings of his guqin as though burned.

Somewhere else, Wei Ying's eternal slumber is interrupted by the faint murmur of a melody that tugs at his soul, dragging it back onto his body after so long of drifting endlessly in the darkness of the in-between. He stirs slightly, but then the melody abruptly cuts out, and he once again feels drawn back into the darkness away from his body. He's about to let go once more, when a vague, soft sound leaves him clinging on a little. He was not around often when the small humans were sad, but they always made some variation of the same wailing sound when they were sad. He hears it now, a faint echo of one, but still one nonetheless. He's never liked it when small humans are sad. This is why he clings on, pulling himself back into his body as though fighting against the strong gales of the mountains he once roamed. He settles himself into his body, and has to fight against an impossible weight to merely crack his eyes open.

He finds himself surrounded by soil and dirt, bugs and stones. Everything is muffled, and the long, torturous drag of moving his eyes reveal that there seems to be a tree growing both around and through him, if the vague discomfort is anything to go off. He can feel the familiar, reassuring weight of the porcelain mask upon his face - it may be something his master had given him, but it has become more than that for him. The faint wail of a small human becomes slightly clearer as he lays there, trying to gain control of his body after so long of being a separate entity to it, and it urges him to hurry up; he has to comfort the small human! An experimental shift of his head reveals roots of the tree sinking through his chest and throughout his body, wrapping around other parts when it's easier to do so. He knows that he as an entity has always been part of nature, so it's actually rather nice to be held by a tree in such a personal way. But, the little human still wails, and he must comfort it. So, he shifts his body to see what's trapped, and starts pulling. Ripping. Tearing.

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Mad scientist Wei Wuxian AU!!! Wowowowhahahhhh *checks notes* I feel like I've gone off the rails with this in a way that is incomprehensible to everyone but me. Where was I?...Oh yeeeaaaahhhh!!!! Wen Qing is in a state of panic. Ever since the Wen and Jin invaded the war camp, she has been basically fending off the fuckers trying to attack her patients with nothing but her needles, medical knowledge and a sword she had grabbed from one of the dead bodies. It's safe to say that she's covered in blood, to the point where the Nie robes she's been wearing are heavy with the liquid dripping from her hands. It's a bit discomforting - she's a doctor, killing someone in such gruesome fashion isn't the norm for her. Of course, that doesn't mean that she doesn't know how to swing a sword, she's still a Wen after all. This, in all honesty, is not what she's really focused on as she steps over a resentful spirit feasting on a dead body to get to where Wei Ying is basically being cradled by the Burial Mounds (who does look like the doodles he has shown her). She doesn't even notice that Lan Wangji is also being held in the Burial Mounds' arms (much to Lan Xichen's concern).

She looks around frantically, not seeing the people she has been panicking over throughout the whole battle, and then just yells "Wei Ying, I can't find them!" Wei Ying seems to be utterly exhausted as he looks down from where he's being cradled, but a truly harsh expression flits across his face before he nods, reaching up to whisper something to the Burial Mounds. It's only then that she notices Lan Wangji, who neatly drops out of Its arms as It starts lumbering off with Wei Ying darting away on Suibian, instead transferring himself onto his sword and flying down to say something or other to Lan Xichen. She doesn't wait to hear what they're saying, sprinting back the way she came to see if the boys could be hiding out somewhere together - oh, she hopes they're together. A-Yang is just a kid, no matter what act he puts on, and she watched Lan Wangji push A-Yuan into his arms before yelling (actually yelling) at him to run just as the first arrow shot through the wards. And A-Ning, she hadn't even seen A-Ning-

No, she can't think like that. She will find them. She just needs to think, just think for a second! A-Ning isn't nearby, and he wouldn't shy from a fight unless he has a reason to, a reason like protecting their didis. So, the question is, where would he hide the boys? Her eyes dance around as she thinks, and she notices a very familiar arrow sticking out of a body nearby. She knows each and every arrow that A-Ning has, because he names every single one of them after carefully constructing them with his bare hands - the characters carved into the shaft are a marker of his work. It doesn't take long to find almost a trail leading out from his tent, and she follows them almost desperately until they come to abrupt halt with a body that has an arrow stuck fully through its neck. There's no other sign of A-Ning or any of the boys. Wen Qing starts panicking once again, worried that if she looks through the faces of the corpses, she will find one of her boys laying there - then she sees the hand.

It's resting near a tent that has a cluster of bodies in front of it, A-Ning's arrows the indicator that he took them down, but...this hand isn't A-Ning's. She picks it up; she's used to dealing with body parts of all kinds, but there's something sickening about seeing the scars from injuries she herself had treated on a young boy be displayed on this dismembered hand cradled gently within her own. The war camp is near silent as everyone tries to recover from this unexpected blow from the enemy, and she can barely breathe as she traces her fingers over the creases on the palm, so it's possible to hear a very faint cry of a baby nearby. It takes her a moment to register it, but when she does, she can barely think before she's taking off in the direction she heard it from, because there's only one baby in the war camp and if he's not dead then that means that he was saved by someone else. She tears through the forest, severed hand still pressed to her chest with one hand as she shoves branches out of her way with the other, heart in her throat at the blood-stained scene she's picturing in her mind-

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More of pookie @lyngracetalksnwritesnstuff's special AU made just for them (also known as Hanguang-Jun goes to the future AU)!!!

When Lan-Laoshi called Wei Ying out of the library and handed him his phone, he didn't expect it to be Lan-Laoshi's nephew. He also didn't expect to be asked to meet up for something related to his little hobby of trying to learn the extinct language making up the Lan precepts. But, who was he to deny the man? It was his family's language after all, so he wasn't going to disagree with his request! He called Jiang Cheng to look after the boys after Wen Ning started his half day at uni, and his didi agreed until cancelling at the last minute because he had forgotten about an arrangement he had apparently made with a friend - like he even made arrangements anymore! How dare he decide to suddenly have a life when Wei Ying had to attend an important meeting with his laoshi's nephew?!?! Aside from that minor setback, Lan-xiong had assured him that he could take them along, so he had done so.

He now kind of sits there, staring at Lan-xiong and what appears to be his direct copy except somehow more handsome, wondering how ratty he must look compared to them. He literally has a toddler on his lap, one that seems more determined to get the crumbs of his sausage roll on the both of them rather than in his mouth, and his other kid buried into his side, He loves his kids so much, but they aren't helping him look any better, which must be why Handsomer Lan-xiong is staring at him like he's just spat on his face and called him a slur. Despite this, he doesn't stop smiling, greeting the nicer looking Lan-xiong because he seems to be the one who called him, and is thankful to not be immediately told to leave because his presence insults the very air that the Lan breathe (something that has happened to him before, but it wasn't the Lans). Instead, he gets a warm greeting, with Lan-xiong introducing both himself and his genetic copy to him, and he doesn't get to open his mouth before A-Yuan is waving around his sausage roll in offer to Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan shakes his head, instead gently pushing it back towards A-Yuan's mouth, and Lan Huan is gently asking A-Yu his name and what he's drinking, so A-Yu whispers that his name's A-Yu and he's drinking hot chocolate but he can't spill it because of the mess. Wei Ying is just sat in the midst of it all, wishing that he had been able to buy a coffee to have something to do while these two men apparently charm his sons like it's nothing - but, he didn't want A-Yu and A-Yuan to have nothing to distract themselves with, so he forwent the coffee so he could afford their things. So he sits there until the men seeming remember he exists. Of course, then he's told Lan-xiong's entirely batshit insane story about how Lan Zhan isn't actually his genetically identical copy but is, in fact, from the past. He time traveled. And he also only speaks the language that Wei Ying has been researching all about between the uni assignments and the children and the two jobs. Oh, also he's magic!

Lan-xiong stares at him, waiting for his reaction, and all he can really do is shrug and say "alright." Like, he's had suspicions about the magic part for a while; during his research, he found that the Lan actually have a TON of books written in the forgotten language, but they keep them in what is basically a secret room, separate from the rest of the university. Lan-Laoshi was extremely hesitant to even show him it. A couple of these books have diagrams of weird...symbol things? in them, and he once sketched one of them out on a piece of paper for later research after his shift at the restaurant. Later, he had been indulging in outside floor time with A-Yuan and A-Yu in the nearby park, breathing in his surroundings and just relaxing, letting his mind clear of all thoughts - even keeping that when A-Yu broke his concentration to ask for a water bottle. However, his hand brushed against the notes he wrote as he went to grab the bottle and suddenly his bag was on fire and he had a burnt hand.

He actually explains this to Lan-xiong when asked about his nonchalant reaction, and Lan-xiong asks why he didn't think to tell anyone about it - as if it looked good for a random guy who looked like he took drugs to start ranting about magical symbols. Plus, discovering magic was just not fitting in with his schedule, he truly had so much to do before he even touched that topic. So! He instead grins and turns to Lan Zhan, being like "if you speak very slowly and very formally, I might be able to understand you a little." Wei Ying is aware that the resources he's had for learning a whole language are likely extremely formal compared to the casually spoken language, considering they're all rule-related or education of the Lan Clan related, so he's hoping that Lan Zhan can help him out learning these things more properly!

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Deity Jester Wei Wuxian AU because I really like it I don't CARE if you guys have no taste (/silly). What a shit ending to that last one was though, I was obviously some form of deluded with that ending. Jesus CHRIST. When Wei Ying returns to Master, he is furious. He wants to kill him, to rip him apart slowly and remind him that although he may hold the key to controlling him, Wei Ying can still fight back. He already has, once. It was a minimal, small struggle, one that had seemed to tear him apart inside, but it was enough. A sign that he does not need to resign himself to being forced to complete Master's every whim and want. It's what fuels him to pulling the poor wood that hides a room off its metal bindings as he enters Master's space, feeling that familiar tug in his chest that usually signals a transformation, but he still can't free himself of this cage of flesh and blood so he can only growl in frustration. Master is lounging in that pathetic chair of his, obviously having been waiting for him to enter, lips pressed against that damn instrument and already playing the tune that leaves him feeling separate from his own body.

At first, he can ignore it, clinging to his body - it's so heavy to move it, so heavy in a way it hasn't been since the deaths of his mama and papa - and dragging himself forwards towards the man himself. But, there's something about this melody that feels different. It seems to echo, reverberating around the room and thudding into his mind every time it bounces off a surface; it hurts, every thud another rip in his control, until he can no longer keep himself in control. He doesn't even hear the orders that Master gives him, but can only watch and vaguely feel himself moving somewhere, doing something, but then it all goes dark. He can't think, can't move, can't open his eyes. He just. Exists. It feels almost similar to how he existed after being chased out of his home when his parents had died, hidden beneath a tree and clinging to his mama's cloak as it rotted in his hands. He wonders if this is what death is like.

Wei Ying's master, known to most as Wen Haoran, moves in to take the throne after he is sure that all other competition is gone. The monster took care of all of them, but the way it had refused to attack the children had him worried. However, they were dealt with, it was dealt with, and now he can easily take over command of the country. The commoners cannot do anything, and it is easy to pit the old court loyal to the previous crown against one another with carefully placed pieces of 'incriminating evidence' that ties all of them to him in some way or another. Rumours and whispers, letters and bribes, all linked back to him in some way or another, falsified to suit his purposes. The infighting weeds out the weak ones who come begging for his support a few weeks in, the strong ones who end up swarmed as more 'evidence' piles up against them, and the smart ones. The ones who merely pretend to bend to his will. They are dealt with swiftly, leaving his control of the throne secure.

History unfolds from that moment, time passing as Wen Haoran's rule marks the start of Wen control of the country, rules doling out to become more and more oppressive as time goes on. Nobody can explain how he gained the throne, can only speculate while he tucks away the ancient, mould-ridden text that holds a short, vague passage on the monster with the melody that summons it. While he doesn't want anyone else to learn about his methods for his takeover, he wishes to ensure that future generations of the Wen also have the knowledge in case they need to summon the monster. It's stupid enough, it won't even recognise them considering it didn't even know his name, so it can be utilised again as long as the melody is played by them. So, he creates an inner library, hidden within his chambers (the chambers of the ruler), that holds all of the secrets his family should need to know to keep control of this country, one that is finally taking shape to be a truly great place. It is a secret that is passed down from ruler to ruler at first, but one that fades with time, until eighty years have passed and Wen Haoran is long dead, with Wen Ruohan on the throne.

Wen Ruohan is unlike his ancestor in that he is outwardly cruel. He is power hungry, a maniac that cares not for appearances - the Wen have been on the throne for this long, their power is practically absolute, and everyone has grown complacent with the treatment doled out to everyone within the country. Whatever the Wen ask, you do, or you face certain death. Rumours flit around that they are using dark magic but honestly, none of the rulers are even aware of the secret room within their chambers and, even if they were, would not think to find any sort of magic present in their ancestor's work. Wen Ruohan is just evil alone, he does not need any cursed magic or object to taint his mind. A clear indicator of his cruelty is when he asks the prestigious families to send a son into the palace so they can learn their roles; they can do nothing but send them over despite their fear and mistrust of this tyrannical ruler with his equally fucked up sons.

It's not long before these boys from prominent families have different tasks doled out to them that seem to mock the individual family's greatest pride - Nie Mingjue is placed as a Duizhu (captain of a company), meaning he is working with woefully less soldiers than he usually would, an insult to his expertise of battle. Jiang Cheng is now a fisherman for the Wen, supplying them with the best fish - an insult to the family revered for their trade and control of the waterways. Jin Zixuan? A retainer for Wen Chao, who delights in ordering around a member of the family that poses the most threat with their almost natural talents of politicking and charming all those that cross them (well, until you talk to Jin Guangshan, of course). And Lan Wangji, the one to willingly go to the palace so that his brother could still be the heir of the Lan family, a scholar dedicated to documenting the illustrious history of the Wens and whatever strikes their fancy, spitting on the Lans' own well-documented, impressive history and their unparalleled scholarly arts.

Lan Wangji despises his place in the palace, forced to sit in the library every day and read through pages and pages of the Wens' lies, writing down everything that could be deemed even remotely important to the Wens so that he doesn't have to go back and read through them if he misses something. This task is not straightforward even with his length, because every time one of the royals ask him to research something else, he must stop his documentations of the Wen to learn everything about the subject asked until he has enough information written down to appease those that have asked for it. It's long and tedious enough already, and every time he has to pause, it adds more time to what he has to do. It gets worse when he realises that there is vagueness around the beginning of the rule of the Wen - something that Wen Ruohan will not tolerate if he is presented with it, forcing Lan Wangji to ask for more resources on that part of history.

Coincidentally, a servant stumbles across the secret library while cleaning the room, having done the impossible and accidentally knocked a statue resting against the untouched books in the study. They look inside, assuming this is just another part to the library of the study, and dust off all of the books - they notice two books in particular - small, handbound. 'The beginning of the Wens' and an unnamed, mould-covered book. They don't think much of it, just remembering that that blasted Lan was asking for more resources on the former subject and so grabbing that without much thought to go give it to the Lan, then grabbing the mould-covered book just because it will surely be a pain in the ass for the Lan to decipher. They leave the hidden library, being sure to reset everything after they're gone, and go to give the books to the Lan. They honestly assume that the other inner servants know about it, so they don't mention anything as they deliver the book to Lan Wangji, who practically glares down at it as he opens it for more bullshit to be delivered.

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MAD MAD MAD SCIENTIST WEI WUXIAN AU. You know, I had to take a moment to reread what my last post was about because, between mock exams and the other AUs, my mind has been completely filled to the brim with what can only be described as a jumble of wangxian variants beating up everything I know about Sociology. Lan Zhan hears the happy hum of delight from the Burial Mounds before he sees Wei Ying. He's been trailing along near It, making sure that It only attacks those that It is supposed to attack while also ensuring that nobody can land a blow on It, knowing that Wei Ying views this creature as a sort of maternal figure and would be upset if It got injured. Plus, the creature did wave at him, so he feels that it is only right to keep It safe for greeting him during an active war ground. Everyone else is avoiding It like the plague, dancing around It while they push more and more enemies into Its clutches, but he is right beside It, alternating between blocking attacks towards It and blocking attacks aimed at himself. He must remind himself to indulge Bichen with the fancy sword polish after this was over, because It's doing such a wonderful job - he does love his sword, no matter how much he may appear to favour Wangji (who he does love just as equally).

Anyway. The humming. He hears an excited, echoey sound escaping It as It suddenly turns in a direction, practically vibrating in delight in a way that makes him feel excited. It becomes incredibly obvious why It's acting like this when the first spirit shoots down into the crowd with a loud screech, tearing into the Jin cultivator it manages to latch onto as it goes. Just a single look into the sky reveals Wei Ying standing atop Suibian like an emperor, one hand clutched into the robes of a flailing blob that won't stop screaming (Wen Chao always did have a good set of lungs on him) and the other hand holding, of course, Chenqing. A hush falls over the crowd, and Wei Ying does not make a single sound, just smiles as the spirits swarm around him and then idly, so casually, lets go of Wen Chao, who goes down with a shriek of horror, in a way that can only be reminiscent of how he was thrown into the Burial Mounds.

There are some cries and curses from the Wens as he goes down falling, screaming, only to be caught by the Burial Mounds Itself. Those long, deformed fingers wrap around Wen Chao, and this can only be a more twisted version of Wei Ying's fall, one that ends with him being ripped apart in the jaws of the creature. This, of course, is a huge blow to the Wen soldiers, their only surviving heir killed by the boy they cast aside for knowing too much, for breaking free of the corrupt clan that killed his parents and lied to him for years. Lan Zhan thinks it's poetic. He thinks that Wei Ying is gorgeous as he presses Chenqing to his lips and starts playing the melody that promises the demise of the Wens, that launches the spirits down in a great wave of screams and violence that slams down into the crowd with no more warning. Lan Zhan can do nothing but watch in awe (not noticing the Burial Mounds picking apart those who try and attack him), looking up at the love of his life and willing to die for him.

Meanwhile, Wen Ning is dragging Xue Yang along, hauling both Xue Yang and baby A-Yuan along with him further into the forest. There are screams of all kinds echoing from behind, with a strange one that kind of sounds like a harmony of screams, but he does not look back. Pain sings through his side, coursing through his veins even as adrenaline numbs it a little - this, is not a very good sign. Not a very good sign at all, but he pushes it to the side and focuses more on getting the children somewhere safe. Xue Yang has a sobbing A-Yuan in his arms, one hand tucked away beneath the baby to keep him upright, and the other white knuckled around the blanket covering him, and his eyes are filled with tears. He's trying so hard not to cry but he's just a boy and little whimpers keep escaping him and Wen Ning may be bleeding out from his side but this is far more important to him than any such thing.

He risks stopping behind a tree, pressing a cursory hand to his side - that burning pain is getting worse, but he can get deal with whatever that blade was doused in later - before reaching out to Xue Yang gently. Even though he did spend a lot of time with Wei Ying back with the Wen, whenever he was working on his experiments, he was with jiejie, so he can definitely help out with whatever's wrong with Xue Yang's hand. "A-Yang, let me see what it is," he focuses on keeping his voice calm, knowing that his didi doesn't like to show any vulnerability and may snap in high pressure situations. Sure enough, Xue Yang looks at him like he's insane, teary eyes darting behind them to where the battlefield is still raging, but they don't have time to ease into this and he needs to see what the injury is so he can deal with it before it could possibly be infected or cause greater damage to the boy. He reaches out to grab his didi's wrist so he can take a closer look at it, and Xue Yang can do nothing but clutch A-Yuan tighter. When Wen Ning looks down to see the damage, there's a pause.

It takes him a moment or two to register the issue there, and then he immediately starts panicking because where the fuck is his hand?! It's just- it's not there. The only reason the bloodloss hasn't gotten to Xue Yang already is because he's always had his leather wrist guards be too tight even though it had an issue of cutting off blood circulation. It seems this has helped this time, but Wen Ning is still unable to properly comprehend that his didi is missing a hand. He clutches at the stump, staring at it emptily while Xue Yang just keeps sniffling and it's honestly a wonder that he hasn't been screaming and sobbing this whole time. It can only be the shock and adrenaline - the boy himself doesn't seem to register that he's missing a hand, which is sickening. Silence falls upon the battle behind them, and a flute begins to trill out a tune, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care that A-Yuan's crying fades and Xue Yang's head flits up to where Wei Ying is saving the day, he just starts scrabbling around in his sleeves for bandages and wishes Jiejie was the one here right now.

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EVEN MORE OF @lyngracetalksnwritesnstuff's BIRTHDAY PRESENT (also known as the Hanguang-Jun goes to the future AU) and yes it will always be known as their birthday present what do you take me for.

After leading his beloved sleep-deprived A-Jue to bed so he can sleep off the shock still evident in every movement he makes, Lan Huan turns back to Lan Zhan and finds that he has finished cooking the stir fry himself. It seems as though the man is quick to learn - or, well, he mainly is, because he's struggling to actually turn the hob off, glaring at it in frustration. Lan Huan reaches over to turn it off, smiling in gratitude and showing him where the bowls are kept so the two can eat the food together in, once again, companiable silence. It's quite lucky that he's working the late shift, because otherwise he would not be able to greet Wei Ying before he has to go to work. Plus, it's rather possible that he wouldn't have stumbled across Lan Zhan if he wasn't working this shift, either still at work or taking the shorter route he runs when taking the morning shift. Looking over to Lan Zhan, who is sitting perfectly still on the stool at the breakfast bar, munching quietly on the he's glad that he managed to be the one to find him.

He gets a message from Wei Ying (having gotten his number for the sake of communication), asking if it's alright for him to bring along his boys - 'My babysitter suddenly got a life and isn't available to look after them!' - so he turns to Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, who cannot understand what he's saying, sits there patiently and nods along as he tries to get across the question of being around kids. It's not clear if the point is received, but the man nods so he takes it as confirmation enough and replies to Wei Ying, ensuring him that it's completely fine. He, admittedly, adores kids. They're so cute and bubbly, all joyful and bright in the rather bleak world around them. So, he's rather excited to meet Wei Ying's children, especially if they're anything like how Shufu describes the father himself to be! Now, all he needs to do is get Lan Zhan into actually modern clothes and to convince him that he does not need to bring his sword or guqin along with them to the café (children and sharp objects, even sheathed, cannot be a good mixture).

Lan Zhan seems to be scandalised by the lack of layers everyone wears in modern society, so he tries his best to build an outfit that has different subtle layers - vest, shirt, blazer (he forgoes the waistcoat as that feels too formal), and then of course a coat. They have surprisingly similar builds considering that the other man is literally a sword wielding magic man who has definitely spilled blood in some way, but he supposes that the Lan 'training' regiment hasn't really changed much throughout the years. It's actually something Shufu talks about a lot, telling him that the only thing that has really changed is the fact that they don't use weapons to assist in retaining their health (although, he did partake in fencing for years before he moved for university), but everything else has remained rather similar. Thank god for it as well, because it just means that his clothes are only minorly tighter on Lan Zhan than on himself. Lan Zhan is only a little displeased with the outfit now, so that's a win in his books!

Getting to the café is just as easy as it was to get back to his apartment, a calm walk that lets Lan Zhan come to terms with his new surroundings - at first. As they move further into the city, filled with bustling people and loud cars and flashing lights and just generally disorienting things, even for someone who has grown up here, Lan Zhan becomes more concerned. It gets to the point where he actually reaches out and grabs at one of Lan Huan's sleeves, as if concerned he would lose him in the crowd, despite the both of them being rather tall compared to the others wandering around on the street. Lan Huan doesn't say anything about it, allowing himself a private little smile - is this what it would be like to have a younger brother? Someone who clings to you when they're feeling worried or nervous no matter what their face shows? He did always want a younger brother, but it hadn't been possible with his mama and fuqin's...fraught relationship. So, he had contented himself with stealing other people's younger siblings instead (sorry, A-Jue!).

Wei Ying messages to let him know that he's at the café with his sons, and pre-emptively apologises for ordering ahead but the kids were getting 'incredibly fussy, Lan-xiong!' so he had to take measures to prevent meltdowns. Lan Huan can't say that he's ever had to deal with fussy children, and Wei Ying seems to know what he's doing, so he doesn't question it as he assures him that that's completely fine. They finally make it to the café, with Lan Zhan slowly getting closer to him every time the streets get packed to the point where they're basically shoulder to shoulder by the time they reach the place, and it's thankfully much less crowded despite the lunchtime rush that existed in every place that sold coffee, no matter how good or popular it was. It's easy to spot Wei Ying sitting in one of the corner sofas towards the back, feeding the toddler in his lap some sort of pastry, and with an older boy very carefully holding a cup and cuddled into his side.

It's this boy that notices them first, grip becoming white knuckled on the cup to keep it steady as he takes one hand off it to tug on Wei Ying's shirt and point over towards them. The man himself smiles down at the boy indulgently, looking over when he notices him pointing, and then gives them what is possibly the brightest grin Lan Huan has ever seen, leaving him blinking in its wake. Wei Ying uses the toddler's arm to wave to them, but the toddler seems far more interested in the pastry he's mauling than greeting the two men heading towards them. Lan Huan nods back, sitting in one of the arm chairs across from him with a smile, and glances at Lan Zhan out of the corner of his eye to see how he's reacting as he follows his example. In doing so, he finds a man who has just been hit with the brick that is adoration and affection and possibly a hint of baby fever.

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Another part to @lyngracetalksnwritesnstuff's birthday present because I am absolutely nothing if not a weakling to pookie 3000's whims. (Edit: I've decided Wei Ying gets to have two sons instead of one because that's my struggling father)

It's rather easy to get the strange magic Lan back to his place, partly because the man also clocked Lan Huan as a Lan when he showed him a picture of him wearing the Lan forehead ribbon - something he's required to wear as part of formal attire for the fancy events he's been gently tugged along to from a young age. It seems the trait of being loyal to the family is something that is passed through all Lans, because the man instantly nods his head when Lan Huan gestures for him to follow him. Despite the obvious bafflement the new Lan has towards everything new and strange around him, from the lampposts when they reach the end of his running trail to the cars zooming past as they walk side by side on one of the less used paths back towards his apartment, he's taking it rather well compared to how he himself would be reacting if he had randomly woken up in land where he couldn't understand anyone or anything around him.

They walk in rather companiable silence, hands clasped behind their back with near identical posture until he gets hit with the thought of his husband coming back from his night shift to find a random cosplayer sitting on his couch. He thinks about how to approach such an issue, before pulling out his phone and sending A-Jue a quick message of 'I have encountered a strange man who does not speak our language but can, fascinatingly, summon a sword back into its sheath and looks like a Lan. I'm bringing him back to the apartment <3'. There! Now his A-Jue won't try and attack the stranger (who he has started labelling as Lan Zhan as a placeholder name) when he eventually makes it back! Crisis averted, he leads the man back to his apartment building, watching in amusement as Lan Zhan takes on an almost daunted expression at the sight of the huge, lifeless block of a building he is being led into. Golden eyes flicker to him sceptically, but he just smiles encouragingly and holds open the door for him to enter.

He finally gets Lan Zhan settled in the living room, boots exchanged for a pair of house slippers and sheathed sword placed in with the umbrellas. He keeps the wrapped guqin laid carefully over his lap, hands pressed gently onto it similarly to how a child would hug their precious teddy as he stares at the TV with bewilderment, leaving Lan Huan with a pang of empathy for the man. This all must be so confusing for him, Lan Huan cannot even imagine what he's thinking right now. He looks rather small despite his previously intimidating stature when walking along beside him, shoulders hunched in slightly and all. So, Lan Huan does what his shufu always did when he himself was feeling sad or distressed, and makes Lan Zhan a cup of pu'er tea before opening up his phone once again and (ignoring A-Jue's messages for now) calling Shufu so he can ask about the student he had thought about earlier.

Shufu picks up the phone on the fourth ring, likely because he's just gotten onto his break, and is of course rather confused as to why he's being called while at work. He is even more confused when Lan Huan starts inquiring after one of his students, but he doesn't really ask questions anymore (ever since the incident where he realised that he was being used to solve a dispute on how long a tea should be steeped) and tells him about Wei Ying. A twenty two year old man with two sons and an insatiable hunger for knowledge, someone who listened to Shufu's explanation of the lost language of the Lans and basically dropped to his knees to beg for a chance to learn and decipher it. Apparently he's gotten rather far in his hobby, even on top of his studies and raising his sons and - ah, yes, he is in university today? He just attended the lecture, and is waiting for Shufu so he can scrutinise the original precepts some more.

The phone, after some casual hinting from Lan Huan, is handed over to a rather bouncy sounding young man, one who greets him with a bright "Hello, Lan-xiong! This is Wei Ying speaking!" Everything has been surprisingly easy so far, and it's worryingly simple to get the young man to meet with him at a café after he has finished with university for the day - although, he himself wouldn't be expecting to be kidnapped by his professor's nephew if asked to meet with him. Content that he has done as much as he can right now, he looks back to Lan Zhan, who has been quietly sipping his tea and watching him talk as though he understands a single word coming out of his mouth, and smiles once again. He does, however, realise that he isn't aware how long it has been since the man has eaten, and gestures for him to follow him into the kitchen so they can figure out what his diet is.

A-Jue comes bursting in through the front door while Lan Huan is cooking a vegetable stir fry up for Lan Zhan, who is quietly but expertly cutting up ingredients when handed to him. They both look up at the intrusion, a slight tightening of his grip on the knife the only indicator of the other man's surprise at the sudden entrance, one that loosens quickly after those eyes dart back over him for his reaction. A-Jue comes darting into the kitchen, looking as though he has just ran all the way to the apartment from his bus stop, and stops quite suddenly to a stop at the sight before him. Lan Huan greets him with a loving "you look like you need to sit down, A-Jue," and but A-Jue just stares between them in confusion, before he yells something rather explicit. This sudden reaction startles Lan Zhan enough to drop the kitchen knife and reach for his sword, which of course comes flying through the doorway (barely missing A-Jue) and does in fact, lead A-Jue to start spluttering. Silence reigns over the kitchen, before a rather faint "he really does look like a Lan" escapes his husband.

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Reblogging this to show just how cool and awesome Luna is once again.

I FINALLY FINISHED.

Sorry this took so long!! Been busy and tbh it slipped my mind for awhile! U seem stressed so I hope that at the very least this can bring you some joy in the midst of whatever madness you’re facing. Please remember to care of yourself even when things seem kinda really sucky. Sending hugs over the internet and eagerly awaiting whatever you decide to do next :3

Chat so I'm madly in love with Luna and we will have a wedding in [checks calendar] I've got a space in Spring, so we're getting married at least five times after what you've done for me. LOOK AT THIIIIS. LIKE SERIOUSLY!!! OH MY GOD! I'M SOBBING. I LOVE ALL THE LITTLE DOODLES AS WELL!!!! AUUUGH. YOU MADE ME A BLOB SO MUCH AND THAT IS JUST SO ME!!!!! I love the little presentation I'm giving you, you SHOULD read every single fanfic I recommend because I have impeccable taste (/silly/silly)!!!! The angst ones are so real as well...I cannot stop cackling at the smoothie meme one, that's literally just so me, I'm losing my mind. I will whack your favourite characters with a bat of angst, it's called AFFECTION and everyone should understand it 😌 I cannot BELIEVE you're calling me out with the drunk one, I'm fucking laughing my head off - it's so so silly, oh my god. Christmas is so close as well, so I can't say that it won't happen again 🤭🤭 We're bonded by blood now, Luna - if I don't get your Christmas present out in [checks calendar again and winces] two days, just know that it will be coming and I haven't forgotten about it!! I really needed this little pick-me-up of an ask, and it's so sweet that you care so much, so thank you very much for this!!!! Obviously, I've been talking about being burnt out and dragging myself around like a dead corpse, and it's so so nice to see that you've gone out of your way to offer support again and again, it's really helped me just in general. So thank you so much, Luna. You're a great person and I'm glad you're my mutual.

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Been doodling and this happened

Idk if this will be finished but ig it exists now :3

Also the other project is still in the works but motivation is… not being cooperative.

Anyhow, as always, remember to take care of yourself!

OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD. LUNA. LUNA, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SWEET. THIS IS SO COOL!!! OH EM GEE. WOW. I sometimes completely forget I have a sona, but I so love how you draw them. They look so badass!! AUGH AUGH AUGH. THANK YOU. AAGH. I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR YOU I SWEAR TO GOD. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

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OKAY OKAY, SO SO SO. A HUGE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @lyngracetalksnwritesnstuff, WHO IS SUCH A SWEETIE AND MUST BE GIVEN MANY CLAPS ON THIS HAPPY DAY. As like a 'birthday present' type thing, I asked them for an AU prompt, and they gave ME a "time travel AU". So, me being me, I thought about this a lot last night, and you know, I've got a concept idea, because I always do.

So, I've got two basic ideas. Going into the PAST, and going into the FUTURE. I'm going to elaborate on the latter here, because that was most interesting to me, but if Lyn wants me to yap about the former as well, it's their birthday present! They can do what they want, I am merely a humble human who bends to their whims upon this gracious day (and probably tomorrow as well so I can actually write about the former idea if they wish it).

To clarify, Lan Huan had never expected to stumble across a body lying face down in the dirt. He can quite honestly state that he would never want to come across such a thing in his daily runs. However, coming to a slow halt beside what appeared to be a cosplayer of sorts, he has the sinking feeling that this may be like all of the horror stories he has heard about of innocent joggers and dog-walkers finding corpses upon their travels. Before he jumps to a conclusion so drastic, however, he reminds himself that he is in fact a doctor, one that has dealt with patients of various states (including dead) before, so he steels himself and walks over to where this white robed individual seems to be splayed out on the floor just a few feet away from the main walking path of the forest. Why would a cosplayer come this far out? Must be rather dedicated to getting the best shot if they're alone.

He first kneels down to check the pulse of his impromptu patient, breathing out a sigh of utter relief to find that this individual is not dead. At least, not yet. (That was a less relieving thought). He then sets about turning the person over onto their back, scanning to make sure there are no injuries that demand immediate attention - the good thing about the (impossibly clean) white fabric is that if there were any blood, then it would be noticeable almost right away. Now that he is certain that the patient is not dead or otherwise grievously injured, he considers how to wake the individual up, noting that there is something covered in a white cloth nearby that likely belongs to this person. There is a pouch of sorts hanging from their belt as well as an empty sheath, but all of that is thrown out of his mind when he gets a look at the stranger's face.

Lan Huan is aware that many Lans are said to have many similar features, which is why it's startling to see this random person sporting many of the same features he himself has, as well as the white forehead ribbon exclusive to the Lan. Clouds and all. He pauses, trying to rationalise this in his head - the Lan have a rich history, he's certain that there are many fictional characters based on their family, so it could just be that this individual has familiar features and decided to cosplay one of these characters! This makes sense to him, so he reaches out to gently shake the shoulder with a gentle "excuse me?" The words are barely out of his mouth before this stranger's eyes shoot open and he only just avoids getting headbutted by the person (presumably a man, and a young one at that) as he sits upright. He appears to be confused if the furrow in his brows marring his otherwise stoic expression is anything to go by, and he turns to him with a rather scrutinising gaze.

When the man doesn't say anything, he takes initiative to start the conversation with a "my name is Lan Huan. Are you alright? Do you remember how you got here?" The stranger only seems to be more confused, the furrow in his brow deepening as he looks around once more before turning back to him. The stranger opens his mouth to speak, and Lan Huan is ashamed to admit that he has no clue what he's saying. He seems to be talking some variant of Chinese, but not one that he himself has heard before, which means that this has just become a lot more of a challenge for him. He frowns, finding the same expression mirrored (to a lesser extent) on the other individual's face, and then pulls out his phone (missing the confusion and then shock flitting through the person's eyes) and goes to his map app.

He holds his phone out to the stranger, gesturing for him to point out where he was from. It's rather complicated, with him pointing to himself and then to Gusu, which is where they are, and then pointing to the stranger and gesturing to the screen. The stranger looks between him and the phone as though he has grown at least two more heads, before reaching into the pouch hanging at his side and pulling out a folded piece of paper, which he opens up to reveal a map! Although this map seems distinctly...different to what he is used to seeing when looking at a map of China, and leaning in reveals that everything on the map is written in a variant of Chinese that he has only ever seen on the original Lan precepts displayed in the Cloud Recesses - the university funded by the Lan. Either this individual is incredibly committed to his cosplay or there is something far stranger going on.

He hands Lan Huan the map, instead focusing on unwrapping the clothed object nearby to reveal a guqin and checking it over before wrapping it back up and then just casually hoisting it up onto his back?? Lan Huan isn't even looking at the map anymore, just watching while he reaches down and notices his sheath is empty - panic flits through his eyes for less than a second, hand reaching out into the direction of the forest. This is all very confusing until a sword comes flying out of the forest into the stranger's awaiting hand. Like. What. What the fuck? He's feeling rather shellshocked, and likely looks it when the man turns to look back at him expectantly, but this man is still his patient and the Lan are very known for being calm in the wildest situation. He is a doctor, damn it! Think about this logically!! Even if there is no logic to this situation, he has to help.

He shoves aside all of his confusion, grabbing a stick and using his foot to clear a space on the forest floor before kneeling down and utilising the stick to carefully draw out the few characters his shufu had drilled into his head when trying to get him to remember at least a little of the language used to write the original precepts. "Gusu Lan". The stranger, who has been watching him work with cautious curiosity, suddenly lights up (the furrow in his brow smooths out) and nods his head once as he looks back at Lan Huan. So. This man understands the language that has not been used in centuries. That's...confusing. But, this man is evidently a member of the Lan clan based on looks and context clues (the time era he's from is...less obvious), and Lan Huan has always been taught to help out family. He squares his shoulders and looks back at the man watching him with a raised brow. Didn't Shufu say something about one of his students had taken up the strange hobby of trying to learn the old language used to write the precepts?

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found your mad scientist WWX au while I had a cold and it is FEEDING ME like your writing is so yummy!!! I vibed with it at the beginning but I am LOVING the Creatureification of WWX, like man is feral and it’s amazing.

also read Loosing hope and holy shit in the beginning I had to take break every few paragraphs cuz I could read through the in eyes!

AUUUUGGGGHH THANK YOU SO MUUUUCCCHHH. Losing Hope is my precious baby, the first thing I think I fully committed to writing like, ever. If you can't tell, I have a penchant for dropping Wei Wuxian into what I like to call the trauma pool and then holding him in there for a while while I play snake. I'm so glad you like it!!! And the mad scientist AU? THANK YEW. I didn't expect it to gain the traction that it did lmfao. To feed you a little more, take THIS MINI POST!!!!! Wen Chao is a cowering bitch by the time Wei Ying gets to him. He must have heard the screams and the cries of those meant to protect him, and it's hard to forget that Wei Ying was only recently covered in the blood and gore of his main bodyguard for years. It's almost amusing - he hasn't even used guidao yet, wiping down Suibian's blade with a scrap ripped from a dead body on his way up, and Wen Chao is already acting like he's gutted someone right in front of him. Personally, he can't wait to see how the other boy will react when he does let Chenqing have some fun as well. Despite his fear, Wen Chao still sneers and pretends that he has any sort of control in this situation. That Wei Ying hasn't come here for the sole purpose of giving him the same treatment his father gave his family.

"You don't scare me," the whimpering lump hisses out, leaving him rolling his eyes as he leans back against the wall opposite him, "I've seen you at your most pathetic." Which, of course, is strange. If being at his most 'pathetic' involved still gripping a chunk of Wen Zhuliu's heart with hands cut by the same man's bones, then that can only be classed as a good thing in his eyes. So, he just smiles and shrugs, uncaring of whatever taunts Wen Chao may have to him as he begins to slowly advance on him, relishing in the fear shining in those dark eyes. His unusual silence only scares Wen Chao more as he huddles further into the corner he has tried to sequester himself away in, leading him to snapping and saying "it doesn't matter what you do! The Wen are going to be victorious soon anyway!"

It could just be stalling, but Wei Ying is intrigued. He already speculated that the enemy had something big planned to even let Wen Chao away from Qishan, which is why he's got a couple of crows drifting nearby in case they need to send some sort of message or carry something quickly, but this is the confirmation he desired. He raises a brow, pointing out Suibian and letting her blade say everything that he does not care to. The Wen heir flinches back but doesn't back down, which is both useful and impossibly moronic, spluttering about how it will be too late by the time Wei Ying gets back, that the Wen and Jin have surrounded their war camp undetected by using Wei Ying's own talisman designs. This, this hits him hard, even if he shows no visible reaction. If something bad has happened because of his designs, he'll never be able to forgive himself.

He reminds himself that if there is an attack, he already sent a crow off with the Yin Tiger Tally (created on a whim in the Burial Mounds) to give it to the Burial Mounds so It could protect the camp in his absence, but still sends another crow off to go do a round of the camp with a flick of his hand. By the time the crow gets back, he's already halfway through holding Wen Chao down and surgically slicing off bits of his skin, taunting him with blood slicked fingers as he tries to get him to eat it. One of his arms has been sliced open and his bone is being picked at by another one of the crows, and Wei Ying is going to draw this out for as long as he can, no matter how 'sadistic' it makes him. With everything he's done to those 'volunteers', it's only right that Wen Ruohan has offered his son as a 'volunteer' for Wei Ying's experiments.

The crow comes swooping in, perching on his shoulder and speaking to him of the battle currently going on in the war camp. Wei Ying growls at the thought, frustration contorting his face as he looks down at the bawling, snot nosed brat he's dealing with, not wanting to let him go but also not wanting to leave his friends alone in this issue. Even though the Burial Mounds is with them, he still feels that pang of fear at the thought of his family being in danger. So, without hesitation, he grabs Wen Chao by the scruff of his collar and yanks him up, determined to not let him escape his grasp no matter how much he squeals and squirms. If the enemy wishes to make a show out of every attack against his family, then Wei Ying will return the favour.

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THRASHING all ur recent au posts around in my mouth ur mind so delicious ur mind so correct and large and wrinkly

Thank you, I don't sleep unless I'm thinking about them...and a special order of mad scientist Wei Wuxian for the dearest honeypie who has been working so hard 🫶🫶 (also because I left it on a cliffhanger and I don't want to be shot). Wen Ning is barely awake as chaos descends upon the camp, stumbling out of his tent and automatically grabbing his bow and quiver where they rest near the entrance. There's fighting everywhere, blood splattered across the tents and dead bodies abandoned upon the floor. There's no way to discern what's going on, and the only thought in his mind is getting to his family, so he slams his sturdy bow into the nearest red robed individual and soon follows it up with a reinforced arrow stabbed into the neck. It's not how he would usually go about it - far too messy - but it's hard to use a bow in close quarters, so he knows how to make do with what he has. It's not long before he's drenched in blood, looking around wildly for any sign of his family amongst the screaming and fighting all around him, becoming more panicked with every passing moment that he can't see any sign of them. Then, there's a familiar voice cursing over all of the brutality, and he looks over towards the sound, heart dropping at the sight.

Xue Yang - the child - is being wedged into a corner by a few particularly persistent Jin soldiers, baring his teeth in an attempt to hide the panic and fear in his eyes as he clutches something to his chest with an obviously injured arm. Wen Ning does not hesitate, ignoring everything else as he notches an arrow and draws it back, barely adjusting his aim and curling a lick of qi into it before he lets it loose, watching it sail through the air. It slams through the closest Jin disciple's neck, spurred on by the qi to nestle itself through the eye of the next disciple. While the final Jin disciple screeches in surprise at the sudden take down of their companions, another arrow finds purchase in their chest and Wen Ning yells for a bewildered looking Xue Yang to "run, damn it!" He himself moves to follow, but another soldier takes advantage of his vulnerable form and a blade is slicing into his side before he can even register what's happening.

Pain blossoms, sharp and burning, but he doesn't stop moving, grabbing the hilt of the blade before it can stab through him fully. He makes direct eye contact with the woman who would have been his killer, a flash of recognition drowned out by the desperate need to survive so he can keep Xue Yang safe, and uses all force possible to slam his bow into her head. The blade slips out and he turns it on its wielder, stabbing her cleanly through the chest, then shoulders his bow and swings the blade at the next attacker coming his way, agony singing in his blood with every pull of his actively bleeding wound. It doesn't matter though, because he's shoving his way to where Xue Yang has been screaming his name instead of running. A look down shows that this situation is much worse than he thought, because for some reason A-Yuan is clutched within his arms. He grabs the boy and tucks him into his uninjured side, hacking a way towards the forested area with the hopes that he can find somewhere to keep his didis safe.

It is being summoned. The crows flock It, ushering It in the direction It can hear the battle coming from, just as they have been all night. Its son sent the birds to come collect It from Its home, offering his little trinket to keep It from fading away as It left Its home. Dragging Itself towards the battle, It can feel the souls writhing around in excitement for the violence It will finally partake in. The crows tell It to target only red and yellow human beings, but then they tell It to avoid the ones they settle near or upon - how confusing! Rules to violence can get rather frustrating rather quickly. Luckily, there are no crows in the seas of vibrant reds and yellows It steps into, so It picks up the first one near It and rips It apart with little struggle. More screams and panic starts to rise up around It, but that just makes it easier to grab and pull and rip and devour and pick apart at the strange little humans that surround It.

It cares not for the features of the humans It rips apart, for none of them look like Its son and they are therefore unimportant to It. They must be a weaker breed than Its son, to look so dissimilar to him, which makes it so easy to crunch down on them and sate the souls dancing around in delight in Its chest. It goes to reach for another golden human, only to have a green human yank it away from Its sight - a crow darting after them is the only thing that stops It from chasing, quickly turning Its attention to the red human trying to slash at Its 'legs', reaching down with Its 'hand' and letting the anger of the souls clench down upon the human's head. More red drips out of it, appearing on Its pale 'skin' - it confuses It, why do the golden humans also have red pouring out of them? Unless they used to be red humans...Its son will answer It, once It can find where he has gone running off to.

With this thought in mind, It focuses on trying to find the familiar human amongst the crowd of useless beings, idly picking up and chewing on unmarked red and yellow humans as It drifts through the crowds. They're all so fragile, falling apart with a little tug or push, and It can only ponder how Its son could be so strong compared to all of these weaklings while It moves through the mess around It. Its attention is suddenly caught, not by Its son or a crow, but a strangely familiar human who seems to dance through the blood and carnage. It's the first time It has been intrigued by a human in the battle, and squinting Its 'eyes' to figure out why, It soon realises why. Its son had described an elegant, stone faced boy to It when they huddled together at night. "Lan...Wangji?..." Its echoing voice hums, recalling the name Its son had spoken with such a gentle tone, and this human seems to shift towards It at Its words.

Delighted to meet Its son's companion, It waves over with a bright beam, mimicking what Its son would do when he noticed It lurking nearby in Its home. This is such a fun experience for It, something It is not used to 'feeling' with the anger and resentment that usually plagues the souls, and It cannot wait to relay Its experience to Its son! For now, It contents Itself with playing with the humans swarming around It, looking around for Its son as It uses Its 'arms' like clubs to get rid of the pests that Its son asked It to deal with. A feeling starts to tug at Its souls, and It looks down to notice that Its son's trinket is pulsing where it is nestled deep inside. It perks up, knowing that Its son must be heading Its way if the trinket is reacting like this; he can join in on the fun!!