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those scarred hands you possess by nobody_vincent
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
02 Dec 2025
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(have the ability to be so tender. will you grasp my weary heart with them?)
The Sunshot Campaign is a filthy, glory-less thing, cultivators and soldiers reduced to depraved beasts fighting for the chance to live without the oppression of the Qishan Wen Sect. Lan Xichen is tired of raising his sword without knowing how this story will end, the infernal stink of war and how ghosts cling to him and his shoulders weigh down with responsibilities.
In the elusive former sect heir of Yunmeng Jiang, now a healer whose hands are scarred instead of his sword, Lan Xichen finds peace and a glimpse of happiness.
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30 Dec 2025
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(you remain at a distance)
When Jin Ling discovers his identity, the sword in his hand seemingly aims at his heart before it diverts to his chest, and Wei Wuxian can see the flicker of a hand holding over Jin Ling's before it fades away. As his nephew wails loudly like an abandoned dog, tears falling down his cheeks in a way that is so painfully reminiscent of Shijie, warm energy pulsates around him—as if he is captured in a desperate yet ultimately useless hug.
The spirit is like acid. It is moved by everything Jin Ling does, and Wei Wuxian wouldn't be half-surprised if the reason why so many cultivators avoid angering Jin Ling is because of the temperature that dips around him when he is angered. It's as if the entire world has been flung into the deepest part of the lakes in winter, ice cracking above their heads as they look at the fifteen year old child, not knowing how the spirit commands its rage and blankets it around them.
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29 Dec 2025
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(is it really you standing there?)
He swings it backwards, and stills when it is caught. Slowly, Zewu-jun turns around to find a figure behind him. His head is bowed, and all Zewu-jun can make out is the violet jiaxu-styled robes he wears, the long bangs that drape around his face. He's smaller than Zewu-jun, who is broader than most, yet somehow, the demon is the one who feels as if he's caught—especially when that head is lifted to reveal the stranger's face.
It takes a moment for him to register those features when he had seen them on the face of the young demon slayer in front of him, but they hit him like a punch to the solar plexus. The stranger is beautiful, like a spirit out of the fairy tales mothers like to tell their children, as if he came down from the Heavens himself. Violet eyes are curved with discontent, a surly scowl on that mouth that tries to disguise what looks like grief in those irises, strong brows weighed with irritation. "Lan Xichen," he says.
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29 Dec 2025
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The spirit is curt and blunt with his words. He appears in smears--the whisper of dark strands when the Yunmeng wind brushes through his hair, thin yet elegant fingers wiping at Jin Ling's cheeks when he eats lotus buns messily, robes that blanket around him warmly when Jin Ling clamours to be in his lap. He never reveals his name, and haltingly tells Jin Ling of the Lotus Pier of the past.
jin ling befriends a spirit in lotus pier.
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29 Dec 2025
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what a sick little head by nobody_vincent
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
09 Sep 2024
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your love always turns to obsession.
"I've hungered for you so," Wen Xichen sighs as he recalls all the times he's tried to catch the younger's attention. Jiang Cheng has captured his gaze ever since he toddled into the Lanling Jin banquet room holding a Discussion Conference and clung to his father's robes when he was told the conference was to commence. Tears had filled those blue eyes and dribbled down chubby cheeks, and Wen Xichen had been fascinated at the show of emotion. His father told him that any show of emotion - whether laughter too sincere or tears that made one's eyes swell - made one weak, but Jiang Cheng quickly made him realise that emotions weren't weak. Under Wen Xichen's gaze, Jiang Cheng grew into a beauty so unparalleled that he held a tight grip over Wen Xichen's little black heart.
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28 Dec 2025