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— i did not forgive them
— i still don't remember
— i was lyingor: what happens when you live in shades of self-destruction
(written for lestappen week summer 2023)
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Charles feels Max’s silhouette enveloping him now and he thinks how they found each other again, different versions but still destined to bleed asymmetrical colours. How this Max does not let the fire consume him but controls it, lets it loose in strategic maneuvers without sacrificing any of his nuclear grandeur. How Charles himself has learned to traipse the fickle balance between being a commodity and a person, sharing just enough for people to dip their toes into the surface but leaving the depth to himself.
They simultaneously mean so little and so much to each other. It's an oxymoron that Charles traverses in its entirety, takes in his mouth and attempts to chew into something he can swallow without choking.
— After Hungary, Charles ruminates while the world liquifies around him.
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winter thunder, summer snow by vxmins
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Modao Zushi - Moxiang Tongxiu & Related Fandoms
04 Jun 2026
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“The ground is cursed,” Xiao Peng moans. He finishes another jar. “Even before the cultivators came, it wouldn’t grow. And then the blood…all the blood…”
“What blood?” Wei Wuxian asks.
“The cultivator war flooded the field with it,” Xiao Peng replies, strangely poetic. “My grandfather said so. He said, all the bodies got up and walked away, but they left the blood, and the blood stained the soil.”
An inn, a ministry office, and a millet field.
Bookmarked by larosier
06 Jun 2026
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someone come collect their freaks! me included
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where we begin by queen_gee for UmbrellaMartialGod
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
01 Aug 2020
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Wei Wuxian learned to use his powers for good, and always made sure to touch the dead again before the minute was up. He did not dare make the mistakes of his youth, and he did not forget the boy he once kissed in the sunshine of the last regular day of their lives.
He had a gift that gave and took. He learned how to use it wisely.
Wei Wuxian knew many things about death, though perhaps less than he did about life. That did not prepare him for the day Jiang Cheng walked through the door of his bakery, wet with the rain and pale with bad news, and said, “Lan Wangji is dead.”
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In which Wei Wuxian is a pie-making necromancer, Lan Wangji is brought back to life, and they might be a little (a lot) in love with each other.
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paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
10 Oct 2020
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To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.
He comes close, though.
By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.
What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.
“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”
Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.
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Our Eyes on the Road by etymologyplayground
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
28 Dec 2020
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Lan Zhan is silent for a long moment, and the van's speakers quietly pipe the second song on the album into the empty space between them. Then Lan Zhan shifts his hand a little on Wei Ying's leg, presses his fingers once into the meat of his thigh. "Alright," he says.
"Alright," Wei Ying echoes in a wheeze.
"Is that better?" Lan Zhan checks, because he is a good boy. Then he spreads his fingers out a little wider, because he is evil and must be stopped.
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Lan Zhan is driving to Chicago. Wei Ying tags along.
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19 May 2026
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how can one piece of writing be so atmospheric
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Alex leans forward suddenly. “You guys really don’t remember?”
Charles steals his watermelon juice, takes a sip and subsequently drops his head into his hands, the heel of his palm digging into his eyes.
“Remember what?” He asks, wondering if he really wants to know.
“You guys got married last night.”
Charles almost cracks a smile. “Are you ashamed of it?”
“Of what?”
“This,” Charles gestures between himself and Max vaguely, but for a split second, even he doesn’t know what he means. There is no this, there is no them. “Our marriage.”
Or, Max and Charles learn to fall in love in reverse.
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maxcharles are so expertly fleshed out that they feel tangible enough to taste; i want to suspend myself in time and live my whole existence in this fic
"They’ve never slept in the same bed, but the other side is cold at night." like what if i was mentally insane
reread 15/05/2026: song: elder island – ordinary love