MeliorismMint
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After his mother's death, 12 years old Lan WangJi moves out the house he has been living for all his life with his uncle and brother.
Apparently, they aren't alone when during nights they hear childish crying, odd noises or see doors and windows opening and closing by themselves.
It is a fortune the Lan family is skeptical, it's not like the ghosts really exist, right?
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15 Apr 2021
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“What you would steal from me, Core-Melting Hand, I have already given away. I have undone your work, and now –” he lifts the dizi once more, “– I will undo you.”
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15 Apr 2021
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i’ll have you and you’ll have me by sundiscus
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
01 Jul 2020
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“I’m so sorry,” Wei Ying says, all in a rush. “That was meant for Nie-xiong, I swear.”
A tiny line appears between Lan Zhan’s eyebrows. “You meant to propose to Nie Huaisang?”
“Propose to—no! No, I meant to propose to you, obviously, but not like that.”
Like that, Lan Zhan mouths.
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15 Apr 2021
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ruler of all he surveys by cafecliche for sundiscus
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
30 Dec 2020
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“‘My liege’ is—” Lan Zhan says.
“The cat,” Wei Ying chirps. “His Majesty the Biscuit King.”
Lan Zhan has no way to counter that except to settle on the other end of the couch. He accepts the blowdryer in one hand and the bundle of hoodie and kitten in a careful arm: His Majesty the Biscuit King blinks sleepily up at him.
“Keep drying him,” Wei Ying says, “he likes it.”
(Or: falling in love via kitten co-parenting.)
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14 Apr 2021
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the leftovers by cafecliche for p0rth0s
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
16 Jan 2021
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The Cold Springs do sound nice, for once. But it doesn’t feel right, leaving his poor Lans to suffer at the hands of their own diligence like this. Even if he can’t sprout an extra arm to pat down all of their brows, there has to be something he can do.
He glances down to the platters he’s set out in front of him: the carefully-cut fruit on one end, the watermelon rinds preserved on the other. And then he remembers.
(Or: during Gusu's first heat wave in over twenty years, Wei Wuxian decides to cook for his family.)