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Atlas by etymologyplayground
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
23 Feb 2019
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"Eh! 'Little brother,' what!" Wei WuXian says, mock-outraged. "I'm thirty-five!" (Sort of. He was born thirty-five years ago, anyway.) "You must be, what, twenty-five tops?"
"Nooo," Xie Lian says, smiling. "I'm eight hundred years old."
"You don't look a day over four hundred," Wei WuXian says. "Seriously, how old are you?"
"Seriously, I'm eight hundred years old," Xie Lian tells him.
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Lan WangJi had a lot of time to pray to different gods while Wei WuXian was dead. One of them was Hua Cheng.
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24 Oct 2025
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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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15 Oct 2025
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Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
03 Sep 2022
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He thought of all the pain and death that was to come. There was so much that went wrong in the cultivation world in the next few years. The weight of responsibility felt insurmountable.
Lan Qiren had never wanted to be a politician or leader. That role was meant for his brother. He had done his best in the years he had led the sect but he was aware that he was not the best person for the job. His interests had always been the academic pursuits and teaching the next generation. How could he hope to make an impact on the mess of political manoeuvring and aggression that was imminent? He decided he could only focus on the events which impacted his family the most. He could save Cloud Recesses from being burned. He could protect both his nephews from their disastrous relationships. He could protect the books they lost in the war.
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Lan Qiren travels back in time and tries to fix the future.
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15 Oct 2025
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my daddy's got a gun (you better run) by MichelleFeather
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
14 Oct 2025
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Cangse Sanren was the first to move, running as fast as her legs would take her to her son. As she knelt down next to him, reaching out and clasping one of his bloody hands within hers, his eyes turned towards her before slowly widening.
“A-Niang?”
A sob wrenched its way out of her as she nodded, a hand reaching towards her son’s face, cupping his cold cheek.
“A-Ying.” She whispered, her voice breaking as she saw her husband on the other side of their son, grabbing his hand.
Cangse watched as her son slowly turned his head towards his father with the same look of disbelief as a small smile bloomed across his face.
Then his eyes rolled back and his hands went slack.
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14 Oct 2025
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Lan Wangji knows the legend like he knows every other legend of every god, but he's not thinking about it the day he catches a youth in black robes sneaking into a discussion conference in the unclean realm.
No, in that moment all he's really thinking about is a crimson ribbon and a flow of long black hair, soft fabric caressing the delicate lines of a collar bone, a pair of gray eyes, and a smile and a laugh that seem to break his world forever.
'Beautiful' he thinks.
And 'infuriating' he thinks.
'What are you doing here?" He asks
"Who me?" The boy grins, laughing and causal, seeming to care nothing for the sword tip pressing against his throat. "I'm here for the discussion conference of course."
"You were spying in the rafters."
OR Mortal Cultivator Lan Wangji meets lonely God of Death Wei Wuxian
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11 Oct 2025