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whyohwhyxy · 33 minutes ago
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I suppose that in seeking out the Yiling Patriarch to help him with his little problem, Xue Yang knew that he would probably meet Lan Wangji, who comes bundled with Wei Wuxian, and who xy had no chance of beating in a fight. Which is a measure of how desperate he was.
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the-ineffable-arvari · an hour ago
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Xiǎo Xīngchén/Xuē Yáng | Xuē Chéngměi Characters: Xue Yang | Xue Chengmei, Xiao Xingchen, A-Qing (Módào Zǔshī), Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao, Mo Xuanyu Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Fix-It of Sorts, i mean they still died their horrible deaths in canon but they're fine now, Canonical Character Death, Xuē Yáng | Xuē Chéngměi-centric, Xuē Yáng | Xuē Chéngměi is Bad at Feelings, Soft Xuē Yáng | Xuē Chéngměi, Past Sòng Lán | Sòng Zǐchēn/Xiǎo Xīngchén, Trans Character, Redemption, Sort Of, Xue Yang gets his candy, Memories of Past Lives, xue yang is his own warning, no beta we die like everyone in Yi City
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He sees a thin, tall man with dark hair, equally dark eyes hidden behind a pair of big glasses and a face that can only be described as pretty, or perhaps even beautiful. A face he knows, but he doesn’t have an idea why. And then, just as the man smiles, his brain finally catches up and he jerks away, gasping. “Hey. Easy there,” the man says, his smile growing wider. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you.” It’s the face he always sees in his dreams. The only bright thing in his dreams filled with blood and gore and horror. A smiling man in white, who is wearing a blindfold for some reason. Except for those dreams where he’s not smiling, where he’s lying in a coffin with a terrible slash across his neck, dead, dead… “Relax,” the man says now and his dark eyes are so soft, so kind… “I’m Xiao Xingchen, by the way.” Fuck. I know. I call you that in my dreams. *** With his dying breath, Xue Yang desperately wishes for a chance to relive, and perhaps change, his life. To see his Daozhang smile one last time. In a way, his wish comes true. He is born again, without the memories of the Xue Yang from the past. And then he meets Xiao Xingchen. And he remembers.
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xuexiao · 3 hours ago
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sl would eat a piece of chocolate, offer it to xxc and aq while staring xy straight in the eye before polishing off the rest of the candy bar. the thing is, sl isn't a fanatic of dessert. he was doing it because he felt petty.
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xuexiao · 5 hours ago
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xy: got you a bed booked at shady shoal's retirement home
sl: what? why
xy: with all due respect you enjoy knitting patterns and eat wheat thins! you're a geriatric
xxc: he is lovely be nice
xy: k, nursing home robber
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remyinthewoods · 7 hours ago
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deranged cql modern au idea: Xue Yang and JGY do theater together
“I have a friend. His acting is what I’d call excellent. I still have a long way to go.”
Su She....can be in the pit orchestra or something
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prismaris · 8 hours ago
it shouldn’t be wrong, to love you. how can it be wrong?
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seven husbands  /  accepting
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      HE ISN’T SURE HE WAS MEANT TO HEAR THAT. Xue Yang had spoken the words so softly, a subtle worry lacing every syllable. They’d become a little more honest with one another over the weeks since his confession. The other teased of course, played and joked, but never with the intent to harm. Lan Chen was content with this; with what he was allowed to have. To know his feelings were heard, that he was seen and that maybe...he could have this. 
Hands slowly take his, fingers lacing together tightly. It is grounding-- for them both he hopes secretly. Before using the hold to tug xue yang closer, more a gesture or suggestion than anything else. Releasing one hold for another, around his middle, tucking his cheek against the other’s temple. “ It doesn’t have to be. ” he pauses, tone kept low, speaking against his ear. “ It... isn’t wrong... ” stomach feeling light, doing a flip-- it was the closest thing he had heard to an ‘ i love you ‘ since this relationship began. “ It’s good, this, us--- it’s good. ” punctuated by a press of lips against his hair. Such soft, serious moments were had sparingly between them, but made each one no less important.
“ I would want no-one else. ” he pulls back, to level xue yang with a stern look, it’s edges softened slightly. “ No one but you. ” 
@saccharot
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mdzsincorrectquotes · 11 hours ago
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Xue Yang: I brought you here to play the deadliest game.
Wei Wuxian: *nods knowingly* Knife monopoly.
Xue Yang: ...
Xue Yang: I was actually going to hunt you for sport, but now I’m really interested in whatever knife monopoly is.
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sketchyscribbles · 12 hours ago
I'm not sure if you're still doing the palettes or not but i would Love to see xue yang in either After Dark, Nightmare Eyes, or Crimes! (although I feel like After Dark is already the palette of his costuming anyway)
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It is his palette already, but only because it suits him so well
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whyohwhyxy · 12 hours ago
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xy and a-qing make a baby.
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forest-phan · 16 hours ago
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i finished watching the untamed last night
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evolutionsbedingt · 16 hours ago
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First part now complete!
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One million times we will die… by Nantai
Chapters: 2/2
Rating: M
Relationships: Sòng Lán | Sòng Zǐchēn/Xiǎo Xīngchén
Summary:
Xue Yang should be rotting in a prison in Qinghe and yet here he is. Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan are sent on a wild goose chase that ends in more destruction and violence than either of them could have imagined.
Or: Xue Yang comes to enact revenge on his favourite pair of constables.
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onlyonewoman · 17 hours ago
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Looking out the window, Zichen notices that the last days raining seems to have stopped and while the sun is still tucked behind clouds, it’s clearly a good day to go outside for… It hurts. It hurts remembering all the things they used to do together, that haven’t been possible for so long. Like swimming, because of the stares from people and also because Xue Yang got so frozen in the water. How their skateboards have been standing in the closet, like a sad gay couple, since brittled bones and loss of muscles and energy made it impossible for Xue Yang to use. And no, Zichen wasn’t forced to stop, but it just wasn’t fun anymore.
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ibijau · 18 hours ago
I am 100% interested in NHS thinks he's Wen Chao and adopts Xue Yang. Super excited to see it. --HLS
were, here comes the first chapter Xue Yang's Master, or also on AO3
People said that the cultivators’ war was over, and that Qishan Wen had lost. For the folks of Yueyang, it came as a bit of a surprise, since they’d lived all their lives in the shadow of that great sect. Certainly the local sect was Yueyang Chang, and it was to them that most problems were addressed, but it was well known that the real power lay in Qishan. Chang Ci’an tried to pretend he was only putting up with the Wen because of the proximity, but everyone knew he wouldn't have gotten away with half the things he did if he weren’t hugging Wen Ruohan’s knees every chance he got.
And now, Wen Ruohan was dead.
There were all sorts of rumours about that, and no two people could agree on what had happened exactly. Some said it was Nie Mingjue, that great general of the Sunshot Campaign. Others whispered about a Jin spy, or else about his chief torturer who’d felt the wind turn and had decided to be on the right side of history to save his skin. And that was just the most believable rumours, there were also wilder stories repeated and twisted as they travelled from one person to the next. The only thing that never changed, in every story, was that Wen Ruohan had died.
Ultimately, that was all Xue Yang cared about.
With Wen Ruohan dead, his lackey Chang Ci’an was about to find himself in a very delicate position, and the entire town with him, even though most of them didn’t have anything to do with that cultivators’ war. Quite a few people had decided to flee, just in case, and Xue Yang was among them.
It’d been easy, for him, to leave the city where he’d lived all his life. He didn’t have elderly relatives or younger siblings to worry about, since he’d been on his own since quite young. He also didn’t own too much, just some coins he’d stolen here and there, and a cultivation manual that probably wasn’t a real one anyway, but which he clung to just in case. He’d neatly wrapped all that in his second sect of clothes, the ones he used when he went to pickpocket in more affluent neighbourhoods, stolen a bunch of food from the other kids he was sharing an abandoned house with, and then he had just left.
Most people, as they ran from Yueyang, were trying to go east or south, as far away from Qishan as possible, just in case the victors who had conquered that city decided they hadn’t had enough bloodbath yet. Xue Yang, personally, had decided he’d go south, because he knew someone in a place named Kuizhou who would surely find something for him to do, if he said he needed a job. But since quite a few of the richer folks seemed to be headed east, Xue Yang decided he’d go that way first, just for a few days.
By day three, Xue Yang’s little bundle was a lot heavier than it had been when he’d left Yueyang, and it tended to go clink-clinkif he moved a little too fast. Xue Yang hadn’t survived thirteen years by thinking only other people got robbed, so he decided to play it careful and to leave the main road behind for a bit. He’d also stolen a lot of food from careless rich idiots, anyway, so as long as he didn’t get lost, he’d be fine.
The first night after leaving the road behind, Xue Yang slept in an abandoned house in the woods. Or, well, somewhat abandoned. It was a decrepit old place, and the previous owner was still in his bed, almost entirely rotten away. The man had been dead so long he didn’t even smell, for which Xue Yang was half glad. He took out the semi-articulated skeleton and laid it down among the weedy place behind the house that might have been a garden once, not out of respect, but because he hoped to sleep in the bed himself. A vain hope. Most of the bedding had rotten alongside the corpse on it, meaning the dirt floor would be less disgusting to sleep on.
Xue Yang didn’t mind too much. He’d slept in much worse places.
Come morning, he’d checked if there was anything valuable to grab in that small house, then went on his merry way, in the direction he thought had to be south.
It had been easy enough, at first, to know which way he was going. Even a city kid like him knew where the sun rose. But then the forest got denser, and he didn’t see the sun again for a good while, not until roughly noon. At that point, Xue Yang had no idea which way was south or east, and he realised he wouldn’t be able to tell again until later, when he’d see the sun start setting.
Maybe avoiding the main road hadn’t been quite as smart as he’d thought. But then again, between that and risking having his precious loot stolen by someone bigger and stronger than him… he’d rather die in this stupid forest than let anyone take what had become his.
Figuring he couldn’t do much except wait, Xue Yang looked around for a comfortable sitting place and spotted a few fallen trees that would fit the bill nicely. He walked there, jumped on one of the trunks, and discovered a dead man there, hidden from view between two of the trees.
Well, a dead boy, anyway. He didn’t look that much older than Xue Yang, but he was very richly dressed, for someone lost in this stupid forest. It was a shame that most of his clothes were ruined by all the blood that came from a stab wound in his chest and a gash on the side of his head. Xue Yang could have sold that for a fortune. In fact, even with the stains, it might be worth trying to sell. And then there was a dainty little gold guan in his hair, the rings on his hands, and the sword next to him, just as bloodied as the rest of him but clearly of excellent quality and with an elegant sun engraved on the handle. Xue Yang could sell that and buy a horse for his trip south, and then he’d surely no longer have to worry about other thieves if he could just outrun them, right?
Already trying to guess how much he might get from this, Xue Yang bent over the corpse and pulled in its clothes in search of ties.
The next thing he knew he was lying on his back a few feet away from the body, his ears ringing from hitting the ground too hard, his chest hurting as if he’d been punched.
So maybe someone wasn’t quite dead yet, then. Xue Yang hurried to jump on his feet in case the older boy was going to put up a fight, but the rich kid remained motionless on the forest ground, one trembling hand still raised from having pushed Xue Yang away. Very soon that hand was allowed to fall down again, and Xue Yang approached the boy again, more cautiously this time.
The rich kid was barely breathing, but now that Xue Yang knew he was alive, he could see the very slow rise and fall of his chest, too slow to be normal, even for a dying person. Between this, his unexpected strength, and the sword he had, Xue Yang guessed that the boy he’d found wasn’t just an ordinary person.
Which meant that sword had to be worth even more than he’d first thought. Cultivator swords could buy a whole farm, and servants to work it for you, or so Xue Yang had heard. If he could find the right buyer, he’d be set for life, never having to worry about anything ever again. And all he had to do was wait for a rich kid to die, which would happen soon enough. Cultivator or not, those were some nasty wounds. The one on his head looked like it might have been accidental, as if he’d taken a bad fall, but there had to have been intent when he’d been stabbed, and that kid just didn’t look strong enough to last on his own. He’d die before morning, either of exposure or finished off by some animal.
Well, Xue Yang didn’t mind waiting.
The boy, however, seemed to have different ideas. Through some great effort, he turned to look at Xue Yang, looking him over as if trying to assess his worth. People did that a lot, and they rarely liked what they saw in him. But that rich kid must have been really desperate.
“Save me,” he gasped weakly. “He’ll find me. Save me.”
“Who will find you?” Xue Yang asked, finding a comfortable position to sit on one of the fallen trees, so he could watch the boy die.
“He tried to kill me. I don’t know him. He’ll find me. He was so angry…”
Xue Yang frowned at the news. Of course, that rich kid hadn’t ended up like that without a little help. If there was a stabbee, then there had to be a stabber, it only made sense. Xue Yang didn’t particularly care about the life of this complete stranger, but he did care about someone coming to finish the job and taking away the corpse and all those precious items on it. It was Xue Yang’s dream farm at risk there, and he couldn’t allow it.
One option, he thought, was to kill that kid himself and then take what he’d earned before fleeing the scene. But that carried the risk of being discovered by the murderer, who had to be a cultivator as well, since no ordinary person could have harmed a cultivator. Then Xue Yang would be in trouble, with the murderer either trying to kill him as well, or at least forcing him to leave without his loot.
The other option, then, was to take the rich kid somewhere safe and keep him hidden until he did die. The little house where Xue Yang had spent the night wasn’t so far off, if he took that boy there, then the rich kid could die quietly, and Xue Yang could steal all the stuff he wouldn’t need anymore due to being dead.
It was the perfect plan.
The hardest part of that plan was getting the rich kid out of his hiding place. He was half stuck among those fallen trees, and kept moaning miserably as Xue Yang pulled on his limbs to unstuck him. It took effort, especially when Xue Yang had to frequently stop to make sure the boy’s murderer wasn’t around, but he eventually managed to get him out of that spot. Then it was just a matter of pulling him by the arms on the forest ground, since Xue Yang wasn’t quite strong enough to carry him. The boy, at first, wailed weakly and cried upon being dragged around like this, but he eventually passed out and turned quite grey.
He was just passed out: Xue Yang checked. But he also wasn’t bleeding anymore, which had to mean he’d die soon.
Luckily, it wasn’t so hard to find the way back to the abandoned little house. At that point, the sun had started setting, so Xue Yang was once again able to use it as a reference point, and he got them to their destination a little before night. Once there, he managed to put the rich kid onto the bed, figuring it probably wouldn’t bother him that someone else had died there not too long ago. And it really wouldn’t be much longer now, because the older boy was deathly pale yet almost burning to the touch, a bad combination. In his experience, anyone who got sick enough to run a high fever had a seventy-five percent chance to die unless they could afford a doctor, or even higher. He’d been close to it himself, when he’d been young and stupid enough to think a cruel man would give him candies for carrying a letter, and just like that rich kid, he’d had nobody to take care of him.
Just like that rich kid, he’d have died alone.
And the rich kid would be alone indeed, because Xue Yang went to sit outside the house to have a dinner of whatever stolen food he had that could be eaten cold. It wasn’t that it bothered him to see someone die, and more that he was still worried about the rich kid’s murderer sneaking on them while he wasn’t paying attention. So he stayed up the entire night, paying attention to the forest’s every noise.
People said nature was quiet, but it was almost as busy as in the city, Xue Yang realised, what with the insects and the foxes and the who-knew-what running around. More than once, he found himself reaching for the rich kid’s sword and jumping to his feet, ready to protect his loot against whatever might threaten it, but nothing bigger than a mouse ever came close. He thought he saw a fox also, but he wasn’t even sure.
The biggest danger in that forest that night was Xue Yang himself, and that was just how he liked it.
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valvalbread · 21 hours ago
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while i was painting this i was listening to a space jam video essay and it’s burned into my memory forever 
(commission)
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