I Am Having To Consider What Makes WWX, WWX. What Part Of His Personality Are Core To Him And What Are

I am having to consider what makes WWX, WWX. What part of his personality are core to him and what are made from his experiences in his life. (In this fic he never goes to Lotus Pier. He is raised by the spirit of Burial Mounds in Burial Mounds and sent out into the world because he has a destiny to fulfill.) He also doesn't speak. He can read and write and sign. He hums snatches of songs or to get people's attention. He also can kind of understand Fierce Corpse grunts and shrieks and groans.

What an absolute stunner.

I don't know what to do without you

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So I keep talking about my fanfics. I am going to post the first chapter of this one on Ao3 as soon as I have a little buffer of writing. But anyway, just a little doodle of Wei Wuxian as a prince in my fic. The premise is his parents are hosting a massive event for cultivators to compete for WWX hand. Hahaha. He hates it thanks. Yiling Wei are a powerful royal family (the Qishan Wen are another royal family). Wei Wuxian just wants to be seen and loved for himself. But his Chief of Wardrobe (Nie Huaisang) insists on dolling him up. And his personal guard (Jiang Cheng) is determined to keep him out of trouble. Can he get through this long event without losing his mind? What's going on with the Wen (Wen Ning) showing up to compete?

This is one of the many outfits I keep tormenting WWX and everyone else with. There will probably be more art as I continue on.

I'm going to write a drabble. Because I can't get Farmer Wei Wuxian out of my head at the moment. And I need more WangXian in my life. Most of my fanfics are actually WangXian light, which is unfathomable how it keeps happening to me. One of my fics is 9 chapters in and Wei Wuxian hasn't even MET Lan Wangji!!

Fun fact: I have a scythe. And now I have calluses. Because my riding lawnmower is broken and I have 3 acres. I'm gonna be so fit by the end of summer. R.I.P. my forearms tho.

That moment when you have an image in your head and both skill with words and art skills are not quite up to par. Ah well... I can concoct beautiful designs and looks in my head.