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agendratum · 11 months
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The Untamed as text posts (94/?)
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27thfirefly · 1 year
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kiss your boyfriend’s husband. now.
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cephalopodish · 10 months
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love your monstermaker
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twistedappletree · 3 months
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faewaren · 4 months
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Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian…. A thank you that’s a promise that’s a weapon. A small kindness that changes loyalties and crosses the lines of a war and is never forgotten. The dedication to pay back what you’re given, even when it’s dangerous, even when there’s a risk. A small favor from an almost-stranger that gets traded back and forth and persists and grows and becomes a love that lasts decades and a devotion that says I will do whatever you ask, because it’s you asking, even the things that change what I am. From showing me how to better hold my hands on my bow to my hands serving as your sword.
They whisper about the fearsome ghost general, but the core is, as it always was, a boy trying to repay kindness that came when he needed it. The Yiling Patriarch is, as it always was, a friend whose love and gratitude was strong enough to tear through the boundaries of life and death, because it wasn’t fair, because it wasn’t deserved, because of your sister, and because of you.
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pwicniq · 7 months
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cerusee · 2 months
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hello! ningxian for the ask game ? 👀
Oh ho! Finally, a ship I don’t!
Why don’t you ship it? - god, the power imbalance AND the emotional imbalance. Speaking of people being nuts about one another! But they’re just not insane about each other in the right cadence. Wen Ning is kind of nothing to Wei Wuxian, until Wei Wuxian zombifies him. And then he’s pretty important to Wei Wuxian, but not for the right reasons. By the time they’re dozens of years out from their first meeting, and have all the weight of history and shared experience with one another, Wei Wuxian has gone from completely obsessed with someone who wasn’t Wen Ning (Jiang Cheng) to completely obsessed with someone else who isn’t Wen Ning (Lan Wangji).
Meanwhile Wen Ning, who formed an either charming or yikesome attachment to Wei Wuxian after what is in all canons a brief acquaintance at best, has experienced the slow motion destruction of his life and his family, and Wei Wuxian starts to loom increasingly large in all that, until he becomes Wen Ning’s….entire…world. It is not reciprocal. If at any point in that, Wei Wuxian had started to lean on Wen Ning for more than friendship, Wen Qing would have been within her rights to slowly feed Wei Wuxian into a woodchipper.
What would have made you like it? - hmmmmmm. If they had to spend a thousand years together with no one else for company. I think eventually, Wei Wuxian’s need for companionship would rise to a level where his own influence over Wen Ning was balanced out by his relying on Wen Ning to keep him sane. They would not really be okay or healthy, but it would be the kind fun sexy codependency I really enjoy in dumb fictional characters. Let’s be real. I’d go for that.
Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? - I am deeply, gratuitously, hilariously into Wen Ning being that ride or die for a guy he met briefly at summer camp/the junior Olympics. Wei Wuxian’s deeply guilt-riddled attachment to Wen Ning after the zombie thing is also glorious. Also his whole bit in CQL about wanting to fix Wen Ning up with some nice lady because god knows Wen Ning can’t keep following him around all the time. This is genuinely one of my favorites relationships in the whole story! I strongly headcanon them as being permanently telepathically linked after zombiehood! I just don’t ship them.
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kabybaali · 5 months
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Death can't tear them apart 😭💕
Drawing inspired by @vahntares thread ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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least-carpet · 2 months
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just read all your 'wen ning gets a life' snippets and it's giving me fierce (and horny) chengning brainworms! do you have some opinions about how their very recreational sex life will work out? does it need zombie viagra or can wen ning power his dick with resentment?
I'm so happy to hear this! The more chengning shippers, the merrier!
In this story, at least, I think Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning are pretty sexually compatible and after sex-chickening their way into their first couple of hookups, they get into a circuit of positive reinforcement which slowly drives their attachment to each other.
That said, the hookups are going to be nonstandard at first, even apart from the fierce corpse, because for the first chunk of the fic, Wen Ning's dick doesn't work and he can't come!
The premise of the fic is that he gets prescribed dual cultivation (by Alive Wen Qing) to try to bring him back to life, Wei Wuxian volunteers his and Lan Wangji's services, and the sex is really bad BUT eventually kind of works as theorized; so, the closer to life Wen Ning gets, the more his dick works. But his dick doesn't have to work for his encounters with Jiang Cheng to help Wen Ning learn what Wen Ning actually likes and dislikes sexually, because he doesn't need to get hard to dominate Jiang Cheng. (It's a fun bonus later! But it's not required.)
He's also under medical orders not to come once that's a possibility, based on my shitty research of Taoist sex practices; as far as I can tell, uh, semen is tied to energy, and you want to create that energy but retain it for strengthening purposes. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji get to come, because they want to pass that energy to Wen Ning; and Jiang Cheng gets to come (at Wen Ning's discretion) because those hookups are recreational. But not Wen Ning. His life (and unlife and life again) is very hard.
Anyway, in practice, this fic is turning out to be about how to fuck in a way that helps you learn about what you want in reality (in Wen Ning's case, to make Jiang Cheng cry a little for sex reasons and come over all cute and desperate) versus what you thought you wanted. (Maybe if you've lived a life totally out of control, you don't want to be told what to do during sex! Maybe you want to be perceived as powerful and capable and sexy and not Wen Qing's sweet baby brother who is eighteen forever! Maybe you want someone to look at you and beg you for something for once!! Maybe!!)
I should probably stop ranting about Wen Ning's journey to self-actualization via Bad Idea Sex and finish this fic, huh.
(One last thing: I actually think Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian would be pretty sexually compatible if Lan Wangji wasn't there destroying the vibe AND Wei Wuxian could update his understanding of Wen Ning a little. Perhaps not as much as Wangxian, since I don't think Wen Ning is a sadist, just a dom and a service top. But too bad, Wei Wuxian! Jiang Cheng is going to scoop him up!)
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cynanan · 3 months
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im gonna bite u :3
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krekerdomente · 4 months
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Winged Wen Ning to that post with Winged Wei Wuxian
+ Ningxian Bonus
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difeisheng · 1 year
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Having a corpse laid out on your dining table has got to be against the laws of (most) human decency, food safety, and Wei Ying's landlord, but his apartment is too cramped to put the body of a six foot tall man anywhere else so the table it is. Unless he wants to try necromancy in his bed (too creepy), on the sofa (please don't), or the floor (Wen Ning doesn't deserve that). The table is good, actually. Close enough to the kitchen that cleaning supplies are nearby, and the raised surface means when Wei Ying bends down to work he won't worsen his probably already fucked up back from sitting in chairs like a pretzel.
Hmm. Speaking of pretzels. Wei Ying grabs another handful from the bag resting by Wen Ning's waist and crams them into his mouth. "Are you gonna be happy to eat again, Wen Ning?" he says through his food. "I feel bad every time I come back from grocery shopping, you probably miss your snacks."
There's a jumbo-sized children's drawing board propped up on a chair in the corner, one that uses a stylus and little magnetic particles. The stylus moves from its holder and begins to scrawl across the board seemingly on its own, forming shaky words.
Am I going to be able to eat?
They'd tried a variety of methods to get Wen Ning to communicate, back when Wei Ying moved in last year and found he wasn't the apartment's only occupant. Typing or writing with pencil and paper required too much finesse for a ghost. Whiteboards were out since markers rarely were unreliable, and chalkboards activated both Wen Ning and Wei Ying's sensory issues. The drawing board from Toys R Us has been the best solution. Wen Ning has other ways of getting Wei Ying's attention, if he has to, but those usually tire him out faster.
"If food doesn't work out for you when you wake up, I'll make sure it does," Wei Ying promises. His first priority is making Wen Ning's body capable of sustaining consciousness, speech, and motor coordination. The necromancy method Wei Ying has chosen bypasses the need for functions like breathing or having a heartbeat, though having those traits will probably help Wen Ning adjust. There's a whole list of improvements Wei Ying has, somewhere in his notebook pile.
He is entirely making this up as he goes, though, so who knows. Maybe when Wen Ning's spirit is set back in his own body he'll be completely good to go in every capacity. Wen Ning's corpse was in fairly good condition when Wei Ying brought him to his apartment, despite the fact he'd accidentally chosen a very rainy and muddy night to go rob someone's grave (with their knowledge and consent!) and he'd cracked Wen Ning's wrist off the doorframe trying to clumsily haul him in at three in the morning.
Okay, Wen Ning writes. On top of the bookshelf, the haphazardly placed radio clicks on, jumping through stations and songs to string together the words ~~thank~you~again~~ before shutting off.
The first time Wen Ning hijacked Wei Ying's music like that, he nearly scared him to death. Now that they have a better talking system he doesn't do it so often, only when he wants to place emphasis on his words.
"Aiyah, it's really not a problem for me," Wei Ying waves it away. Thank-yous have always made him feel weird. "Okay, bringing you back to life is a problem, but that just means I get to work out how to do it! Besides, you can't stay tethered to this apartment forever. I've had to rid haunted houses of some very nasty old resentful spirits when they were stuck there too long. But you're the nicest, most well-behaved ghost I've ever seen," he proclaims, giving Wen Ning's head a little pat. "And soon you won't have to be one anymore."
The decomposition and other damage on Wen Ning was minimal. It's only taken about a month of talisman application to reverse, and today, finally, his body is back to the state it was just after his death. There's just the hole left to deal with.
Wei Ying rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, yanks his hair away from his face with the frayed hairtie on his wrist. "Okay, it's time for me to sew you up," he tells Wen Ning. "I've had to suture wounds before, but it's been a while. I'll try my best!"
I'm sure you'll be fine. The shy reassurance from Wen Ning, when it's his own corpse Wei Ying is working on, makes him smile.
Wen Ning has been covered with a sheet up to his neck, while his body was restored. The clothes he'd been buried in were grimy and reeked of mold and earth, and Wei Ying needed to assess the quality of the body, so he'd had to strip and clean Wen Ning before throwing the bedsheets over him. Now Wei Ying carefully folds the fabric back to expose Wen Ning's torso, stopping just above his hips. The yellow talismans laid on his trunk and limbs have worked their spells well. If not for his unmoving chest and the pale pallor to his skin, Wen Ning could almost be sleeping.
Well, except for the gaping wound ripped through his abdomen. Wei Ying hasn't directly asked Wen Ning how that fatal injury was caused, as it's quite rude to do so, but based on the information Wen Ning has offered he's pieced together enough of the story. Family gang warfare and a surprise attack meant to send a message. The man had committed no crime other than being born with the wrong surname, and paid for it in this same apartment Wei Ying now resides in. There's a reason why the hallway carpet is obviously newer than the rest of the place.
At least Wei Ying now has a shot at changing Wen Ning's fate. "Here we go," he mutters, preparing needle and thread.
Suturing Wen Ning up requires a decent amount of Wei Ying's concentration. Though since he literally has to brace his forearms on Wen Ning's side and stare in the general direction of his abs, it's impossible not to notice how muscular and toned Wen Ning is. Really, it's unfair. His face is delicately beautiful, even in death with eyes closed, but Wei Ying had been in for another surprise when he'd divested Wen Ning's corpse of his burial shirt.
As an unavoidable part of the cleaning process, Wei Ying has also seen... other parts of Wen Ning. Which also look very nice. But he needs to focus and goddamn, not the time. Instead he thinks about who could have killed Wen Ning, and how brutally, for someone as sweet and built like him to have been stabbed and bled out like a pig. It makes Wei Ying shudder.
The old wound, at least, isn't too difficult to patch back together. Wei Ying doesn't tear anything, and the stitches end up relatively even. Wen Ning stays silent to let him work, although he does turn the radio on to something quiet in the background. Neither of them like long bouts of silence, they've found. It's easier to have something to fill in the empty space.
Once he's tied the thread and snipped off the extra, Wei Ying grabs a calligraphy brush and a mason jar from the fridge (the one that has a 'BLOOD NOT JUICE!!!' label taped to the lid) and scribbles out one last talisman to place on Wen Ning's torso. Dead bodies can't really mend themselves, so the talisman will heal him the rest of the way.
"You'll have a scar," Wei Ying informs Wen Ning, "but I can promise that your guts won't fall out now or anything."
Finding all the right characters and modifications to use for the talismans had been the most time-consuming part of Wei Ying's job. Fortunately, having a day job eradicating tough spirits and monsters gives him enough status to poke around rare and forbidden book collections, and Wei Ying's been inventing his own spells for years. The blood is outsourced from the Nie clan. They've returned to their butcher origins as a front for their cultivation, now that the Jianghu of old is a fantasy to the modern era, and animal blood works just as well as human for talismans. Some people are just dramatic.
The Nie are also among the least likely to ask questions, including whether or not Wei Ying is using demonic cultivation. That's a bonus.
"Now we wait, just a little longer," Wei Ying says. He gets up and stretches, feels his spine crack in about four different places. Ugh. Maybe he can make some healing talismans for himself. "It'll take about two days or so for your body to fix yourself up, and then we'll be at the big day." There's nothing else left to do, so he starts cleaning up the mess around the table. Wei Ying has always been a whirlwind when he works.
A dull wooden knock rings out from the table by Wei Ying's hand, as he's reaching for the pretzel bag. He looks up and watches Wen Ning erase the drawing board, followed by a new question.
Why are you doing this for me?
Wei Ying swallows. "Aha." He grabs the pretzels along with the blood, brushes, and extra talisman paper, and makes an escape into the kitchen.
He tries not to think about the reasoning behind his project, when it's easy to sink into the plans and details of it instead and ignore everything else. The answers that present themselves are never pleasant ones; at Wen Ning's words, the first voice to immediately enter Wei Ying's head is harsh and exasperated. You're using him just to see if you're smart enough to bring him back, Jiang Cheng snaps. What if you hurt him? What if it goes wrong and he becomes dangerous? Who's there to protect you?
Not you, Wei Ying thinks. Not anymore.
Another face takes Jiang Cheng's place. Are you lonely, A-Xian? Jiang Yanli murmurs. Is that why you're doing this, because you think neither Wen Ning or you have anyone?
Maybe.
I don't. I don't even have you, and that's on me, Wei Ying says to her. The voice in his head morphs into Yu Ziyuan, ever critical, ever biting.
Disappointment, Wei Ying.
He's staring into space in the middle of his kitchen. Wei Ying shakes his head out and dumps the things he's holding into the counter. I can do this, he tells himself firmly. And I'm not a disappointment. I won't be one to Wen Ning, at least.
There's another tap, this time on the cupboard near Wei Ying's head. Wen Ning won't give up on an answer, it seems.
"I already told you why," Wei Ying sighs. "I like you, and it's painful for spirits stuck haunting until they turn resentful. I don't want you to go through that. And it's a waste of eternity for you to be a ghost stuck in an apartment." He shoves the blood back into the fridge door, where there are about six other identical jars. "I mean, the ghosts in the old manors and castles get a killer aesthetic and local legends told about them. What's good about being forced to watch me eat ramen from the pot in the middle of the night, or binge Lord of the Rings for the hundredth time?"
The drawing board is in the other room. Wen Ning fiddles with the radio. ~~You're~here.~That's~a~good~thing~~, he says simply, in six people's voices.
"Soon you'll be here too, and that's better," Wei Ying says quickly. Wen Ning is so honest sometimes, in a way that makes Wei Ying want to hide.
~~I~hope~so~~.
"It is! I can't wait for you to be around.", Wei Ying winces internally at his tone. Jiang Yanli was always able to call him out on his emotional bullshit when he used it with her. "Maybe we can watch Lord of the Rings together? I'll make caramel popcorn."
~~That~sounds~nice~~. Wei Ying smiles, a little too widely.
Yeah, okay. He's lonely.
Hello there! So this was part of a WIP I started last year but, predictably, did not see through. I was going through some of my fic drafts and decided I'd release it here, as I liked the concept a lot but sincerely doubt I'll have the mind to pick it up again. Thanks for reading if you got to the end.
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Really my fave WangNingXian dynamic is Lan Wangji looking at Wen Ning and going “He is literally a part of Wei Ying, a physical manifestation of his soul, as essential and inextricable as his shadow. They share a bond totally unlike the bond I myself share with Wei Ying. They are so completely intertwined, if I am to love everything that is Wei Ying, I must love Wen Ning as well.” And Wen Ning looking at Lan Wangji and going “He is literally a part of Wei Wuxian, a physical manifestation of his heart, as essential and inextricable as the breath in his lungs. They share a bond totally unlike the bond I myself share with Wei Wuxian. They are so completely intertwined, if I am to love everything that is We Wuxian, I must love Lan Wangji as well.”
And then they both fucking commit to that.
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allycot · 7 months
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me, briefly:
starting watching the untamed to follow wangxian and their story -> looking at wen ning and wwx and thinking they could actually have “something” throughout the story -> chengxian steals my heart in the end and I stay with my broken mental health after the ending
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Yes yes body horror and Becoming The Monster as in Losing Oneself and the grotesqueries of transgression, of ill-fitting skin stretched too-tight over bones that feel like they don’t belong to you anymore — but what about body horror as metamorphoses? What about Becoming The Monster as in Embracing The Shadow? What about Wen Ning who has never felt more himself when he was alive than he does now that he’s dead?
He is a MASTERPIECE, the greatest work of the greatest demonic cultivator of all time! His life was characterized by fear and uncertainty and loneliness and it was only in death that he learned how strong he really was, how capable, how resilient. If he had been the Ghost General during the war, or right after it, would the Dafan Wen have still died?
I just want Wen Ning to settle into the whole being undead thing and decide that he’s pretty okay with it actually! There’s so little left for him to fear, and the few things he does find actively unpleasant are all things that Wei Gongzi can probably fix if he takes some time to work on it. Wen Ning doesn’t like asking people for things, most certainly not for his own sake, but at the same time… Wei Wuxian, as an inventor, would want to know how his master work is faring, right? He’s never completely satisfied with anything he makes, always tweaking and tinkering, and he does keep Asking of Wen Ning needs anything, so…
I dunno where I’m really going with this but I think it’d be interesting to explore an AU where maybe Wen Ning gets to be lowkey kind of excited that he’s now an unkillable hyperbadass literally powered by all the rage he suppressed for so many years AND he gets to have that while also maintaining his cognizance and his genuine desire to help other people. Wen Qing shielded him from as much as she could but the results of that were Wen Ning feeling like he was quietly suffocating under the weight of his sister’s controlling brand of overprotectiveness — he loves her and appreciates everything she did for him but god was she good at making him feel small and helpless — and it didn’t even work because life under Wen Rohan was such constant stress that by the time Lotus Pier was burned Wen Ning was damn near numb to it. Now? Wen Ning only answers to one master. A master who Knows How To Utilize Him. A master who respects and cares for him as a person without trying to smother him! Wen Ning takes quiet pride in his existence as Wei Wuxian’s magnum opus and consequently in his ability to actually function as his General (personal bodyguard, second in command, right hand man!) he is the living (kinda) embodiment of both his family’s drive to survive and protect each other and his master’s brilliance and ingenuity.
I just think it would be cool! I just think it would be cool.
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faewaren · 1 month
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Ningxian are so important to me and deserve the world. You expect me to look at them and believe they’re not even a little bit in love??? I cannot. I will not.
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