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nixster627 · 16 days
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Wei Wuxian: Happy birthday!
Wen Ning: If only the day were actually happy.
Wei Wuxian: ...But you are our sunshine baby.
Wei Wuxian: If you are depressed what hope is there for the rest of us?
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cephalopodish · 1 year
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not veins but cracks
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sun-turner · 16 days
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[ID: a traditional drawing of a three-tiered birthday cake for Wen Ning. The cake is decorated with colorful paper chains, sprinkles, and a bouquet of flowers on top, surrounded by butterflies. Messages have been written on the cake:
"Happy birthday to my favorite uncle! Cousin? Uncle."
"Happy Birthday Wen Ning!!" in alternating uppercase and lowercase letters, followed by a heart.
"ok you're cool I guess. -JL".
There is also a mischievous cat and a snake in the shape of a heart drawn on the cake, the latter of which is next to the initials ZZL. The drawing is by Tumblr user sun-turner. /End ID]
Woohoo it's been a crazy week but I pulled it together enough for one last Wen Ning birthday celebration. Happy birthday precious boy 🖤💚🖤
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yustinamishka · 16 days
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A little late to the birthday party but Happy birthday to Wen Ning 🥺💕 I hope in another life he gets another chance at happiness and experience growing old with the people he loves 💖
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r3nthebirb · 15 days
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A bit late but Happy (belated) birthday to the besties boi, Wen Ning
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liliumdragomir · 1 year
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⚜ Happy birthday @jaegerists ⚜
I wanted to color a light novel cap for you, but it turned out so horrible that I just gave up halfway. And then I was kinda stressing about what to do. Try picking another series you might like or stick to WangXian which you seem to like a lot. I always like sticking to my first present inspiration so I wanted to stick with WangXian. So I went for this template I used a few years back too. And combine it with the light novel art and quotes. I really hope you like it! It might look less interesting as a colored manga cap, but I promise you I spent a lot of time on it. It's still the same effort, if not more hahaha. Hope you'll have a lovely day~!
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NVM I MANAGED TO DRAW SOMETHING HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY ADORED
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gravitywonagain · 1 year
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Summer air holds its heat long after the sun has set, even this high up the mountain. The granite, too, is warm against the backs of Lan Wangji's thighs as he dangles bare feet and crossed ankles off the cliff's edge and over the wide river valley. He presses his palms to the smooth edge of stone, fingers curling down around the uneven surfaces. 
The sky is clear, star-freckled, and moonless. The valley below is lit with an unnatural glow. Lan Wangji still is not used to it, though he has had decades to adjust. 
A warm breeze gently lifts the ends of his hair and billows in the drape of his pant legs. He is aware, vaguely, that the loose fabric of his linen shirt and trousers is dated. His leather shoes were made at the turn of the previous century. He has thus far refused the skin-hugging fashions favored by modern youth culture, though sometimes he misses wrapping himself tight in six layers of silk. The way each fold impressed the importance of his station into his skin. The way the weight of the fabric held flesh to bone when it felt like everything else was drifting away. 
His hair is still uncut, as long as it was when he stopped aging for good. In public, he keeps it braided and bound, tucked away so as to avoid attention. But here, high and hidden in his own mountaintop sanctuary, he leaves it free and flowing down his back. The tails of his forehead ribbon coil around a small section to keep it out of his eyes, but he hasn't twisted into elaborate styles or guans as he used to for centuries. Not since Wei Ying... and the Sizhui... 
Footsteps sound on the path behind him. Rubber soles. Surprisingly quiet and precise, given the man who approaches. 
The footsteps pause, replaced by the susurrus of heels sliding out of shoes, then socks. The shoes are stacked neatly next to Lan Wangji’s. Another step, two, three; then Lan Wangji’s dangling feet are joined by another paler pair, faint black lines tracing the watershed branches of his spiritual veins. 
Warmth leeches from the air between them. Lan Wangji’s arm prickles with gooseflesh from the proximity, even now, even after centuries. But it is not uncomfortable, and Wen Qionglin is not bothered by the physiological reaction. 
The forest around them sings its nocturnal melodies. It does not mind that the men listening are old enough to remember its tallest trees as saplings. It has grown around them like it has grown around the cliff side and the mountain streams, shaping one another, finding balance -- harmony in coexistence. 
They sit together in silence, comfortable in the way of earth and stone. Years spent together and apart. They know each other better than they have ever known anyone else. 
The knowledge hurts, but still it is true. 
"I think he would have liked electricity," says Wen Qionglin after a long while, staring down at the strange glow. There is no need to specify who he is speaking of. Conversations like this are common between them. 
Lan Wangji hums, unconvinced. "Lightning trapped in a thin metal coil?"
"He never could hold a grudge very long." 
Death has stiffened Wen Qionglin's face so that he does not smile with his mouth or cheeks, but Lan Wangji can feel a softening, a fondness. He can hear it in Wen Qionglin's breath and heartbeat, could see it in black eyes if he turned to look. 
"Mn," he agrees. "True. We held them for him." 
They've looked for him, searched for signs of his return, ever hoping to find him smiling in a new life. Hoping to find any of them, truly. Siblings, children, but always always Wei Ying. 
There was a time, so long ago that it seems a matter of moments rather than years, during which Lan Wangji was jealous of Wen Qionglin -- of the love and bond he and Wei Ying shared, unique yet everlasting in a way that Lan Wangji feared would render himself superfluous in Wei Ying's life. Now he wonders why it ever bothered him that Wei Ying had even one more person to love him. 
Wen Qionglin's fingertips are cold as snow where they brush against the back of Lan Wangji's hand. Lan Wangji turns his wrist and presses their palms together, intertwines their fingers. He rises as Wen Qionglin bids him and follows him up the short steps into the small house they share when they need to get away from the world for a while. Neither the deadman nor the immortal require sleep or sustenance, but it is nice to share a pot of tea with a friend, a confidant, a partner. 
There aren't really words for who they are to each other. But there don't need to be. 
Lan Wangji kneels at the table and prepares the tea while Wen Qionglin settles his stiff limbs as best he can. He doesn't drink, but he enjoys the smell, and he enjoys the warmth of the steam on his frigid skin. 
"I'm planning a trip to the Americas next," says Wen Qionglin. "Will you join me this time?" 
It has been a long while since they traveled together, searched together. Maybe it is okay to indulge this comfort for a while. 
"Mn," says Lan Wangji. He sips his tea. "Perhaps we will find him leading a union riot."
Wen Qionglin huffs a laugh through his nose. "Then we'd better get to him before his government does."
It's an old joke, but one that rings with painful truth. There's no way to know how many times they've missed him, or if he's ever been reborn at all. Inquiry has never worked and the ghastly bond between Wei Ying and Wen Qionglin has never rekindled. But Inquiry didn't work the first time, either, and Meng Po's soup may wash away more than memory. It is impossible to say. All they can do is continue to hope. 
And search. 
Tonight they will plan. In the morning they will leave. 
Perhaps, someday soon, they will both hear the sound of laughter too long faded from their memories. 
Until then, they have each other. 
Lan Wangji pours himself a second cup of tea and allows a soft smile to curl his lips for his everlasting companion across the table.
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niobefurens · 16 days
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Happy Birthday!
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mo-chibee · 1 year
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I'm late but Happy Birthday Wei wuxian .
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~❤️
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snarkivistfic · 1 year
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New Fic: Portrait of a Cultivator as an 'Old' Man
For @fiercecorpsefest's Wen Ning's birthday mini event.
For day 3: Love and the prompt “Home Is Wherever You Are”. A HUGE thank you to Fierce Corpse Fest for organizing this awesome mini event and motivating me to write more.
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julchenawesome · 1 year
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Happy birthday, Wei Wuxian!
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[ID: Background with Pink, orange (warm) colours and a little bit of blue and purple. In the middle a smiley Wei Wuxian, and around him from the left is (top to down) Jiang Cheng as pikachu with stars, hearts and lotus, Wen Ning as his corpse self with radishes and hearts, Jin Ling wearing a crown, with lotus, hearts and stars. In the right, Lan Wangji as a vampire with hearts and music symbols, Lan Sizhui with an aureole, radishs, butterflies and hearts, and Lan Jingyi with devil horns stars around him. In front of Wei Wuxian, there are the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WEI WUXIAN 31/10" END ID. ]
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chatonnerie · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), Wizards of Waverly Place Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín Characters: Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wēn Níng | Wēn Qiónglín, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Wēn Cháo (Módào Zǔshī) Additional Tags: and the rest of the immediate wen/jiang cast, Halloween Special, fours years in a row, Crossover, because i love my brand, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Wizards of Waverly Place AU, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Background Relationships, XuanLi - Freeform, sangcheng - Freeform Series: Part 4 of Wizards of Yunmeng Place Summary:
Wen Ning is cursed with bad luck.
Unfortunately, this time he is actually Cursed, so Wei Wuxian puts himself to the task of breaking it. Hopefully before the Mummy in the Museum can steal their souls.
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lilnasxvevo · 2 years
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Really think that a lot of problems in The Untamed could have been avoided if the custom in the cultivation world was to wait for juuuust a few more years before giving young cultivators their first magic sword
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wifiwuxians · 16 days
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happy birthday to wen ning the most precious boy of all
[ID: a small chibi of wen ning carrying a radish far larger than himself. he is struggling to carry it , nearly toppling over, and wears an expression of effort. his robes are black and gold, and his hair is down. his skin is a pale, pinkish gray. little sweat drops fly out behind him. /end ID]
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arkvra · 16 days
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Happy birthday wen ning 🥳🥳🎉🎉
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