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    A slight au in which tgcf style ghosts exist in the world of MDZS (with a few differences).

    Planned works to be written (one day) include alternate endings and post scripts as well as a full length work from LXC & LWJ alternating povs they try to work out the identity of the Golden Ghost/other mysteries.

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    17 Apr 2021

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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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    01 Apr 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 37

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    That Baxia was being pointed at Jin Guangyao as a warning, a warning to leave Huaisang be. And a promise that if he dared harm a hair on Huaisang’s head, Nie Mingjue would take it out on him a hundredfold, even if he had to do so from beyond the grave. This, now, was the only protection that he had left to give.

    No, not quite the only one. He could protect his brother from having to watch him die.

    With the last of the strength remaining to him, Nie Mingjue struggled to his feet and fled.

     

    Nie Mingjue promised to protect his brother. He wasn't going to let qi deviating and dying at Jinlintai stop him from keeping that promise.

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    26 Mar 2021

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    “Nie Huaisang?” he demands, stumbling down the dirt path towards him. “What- are you the one who took down my wards?!”

    He looks—awful. His eyes are sunken, his cheeks sallow. The robes he is wearing are nothing like the luxurious fabric he used to wear when he was still Yunmeng Jiang’s first disciple. Instead they are thread beard and worn, from a coarse fabric that looks irritating to the skin. There is a shakiness to his gait that Nie Huaisang has never seen from his friend, who always walked with such a presence as if to defy a world that has sentenced him to death.

    “Of course it was me!” he scolds. “You really should take better care and hide your talismans.”

    Wei Wuxian, rudely enough, ignores his (useful!) advice and instead looks at him like he’s mad. “What are you doing here?”

    “Betraying the gentry and siding with evil, duh,” Huaisang rolls his eyes. “Now, will you let me in? I’m hungry.”

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    20 Mar 2021

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    Sometimes Nie Mingjue wished that he could just tell someone about Nie Huaisang’s unusual gift, but no one else deserved to know. If they didn’t have the good taste to like Nie Huaisang when he was no one and nobody, pointless and useless, they didn’t deserve the benefits of knowing him now that he could do stuff.

    Even if it was weird stuff. 

    Stuff like his ability to summoning the things he drew into existence. 

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