Extremely niche mdzs fix it au where yiling laozu wei wuxian, at the height of his unhinged demonic energy girlboss era, encounters 1 Ning Yingying who sees him, thinks about how much she misses her a-luo now that he's in the demon realm with shizun all the time, and just goes
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The idea that Wei Wuxian could be a dead ringer for Wei Changze and people would still gossip about him being Jiang Fengmian's bastard son is both deeply amusing and deeply infuriating to me.
Also the idea of anyone who knew quiet, polite, scholarly Wei Changze watching Wei Wuxian use his face to be radioactively annoying is too gold to pass up.
Bonus sketches because those are different faces (mostly in the jaw and cheek shape) but you basically can't even tell when they're colored.
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Then Jesus Jiang Cheng said to Thomas that one disciple, "Put your finger here, and look at my hands. Take your hand, and put it into my side poke my tit. Stop doubting, and believe."
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@2heir | continued
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He'd never meant for this.
Lan Wangji - Hanguang-Jun, was a terribly difficult man to read. Zhìjiàn was terribly stubborn about putting in the effort. There are very few things in life he'll be stubborn over, he doesn't want to impose, he doesn't want to overstep, he doesn't even want to ask. But he tries to read. Beyond even what he might need to understand why whenever someone else recognizes him it doesn't end well.
They do double-takes and Zhìjiàn will disappear, haunted by the echoes of someone mumbling 'gosh, must have been a nightmare'. He'd never been equalled to something like that - he'd rather not be parallel to something at all.
But here Hanguang-Jun stands, so perfectly prim, so perfectly proper, and Zhìjiàn can only feel himself tense at the bow, at the assessment, the statement, really. A tightness to his lips, an ache not his own, but rather a mirror of whatever it is that has Hanguang-Jun stare the way he does.
So he tries to read... and then, sometimes... he tries to ask.
It'd be easier to continue pretending he isn't curious.
"Hanguang-Jun," Zhìjiàn starts, he'd love to explain, he never does anything without good reason, he doesn't break promises, he keeps his words whether or not anyone wants him to. But here, here he skips over an explanation as to his being late: because his being late is caused by enough thinking he feels somewhat confident in... asking.
"I have asked about you," a gentle voice, a light tilt to his head, Zhìjiàn always speaks to people as though they were... fragile... or he too much of a bad omen.
"You are... well-respected. And important. Why do you spend your time waiting for me here? I'm no one."
A reflection. A death. A mourner. Wouldn't it be better to not see Zhìjiàn again? He's not whoever Lan Wangji sees and looks at when he thinks Zhìjiàn isn't trying to read.
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hello everyone! hopefully you guys are having a good day~~
in a few months my lil sister is going to turn 15, and that's a big milestone in my country, as in big fancy party and/or overseas family travel
because of that, i'm going to open commissions so i can buy her a fancy present ✨
i'm going to write 1 to 2k words, depending of what you ask for, and only for $5 usd
✅ i can: expand something i posted here; write a bday fic for our xianxian!; slice-of-life/domestic; angst (heavy or light)
❌ i can't: smut; dead dove
👬 i would like to write mostly for mxtx fandom and kenhina, if possible 🙏🏽
i already have a gift in mind actually, she really liked a gourmet tea i bought for myself last year, so i thought it would be nice to give it to her as her parents aren't really tea people (we only have the same (shitty) father) together with a pot and possibly a cup 🍵
anyway, thank you for your attention 🥰
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