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eleanorfenyxwrites · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

It's still technically Wednesday for a lot of people so it counts! This week's snippet is the third place result in the poll from a few weeks back, something from 'Technically A Cutsleeve?'. A while back I posted a scene that I needed to cut for various reasons, one of which was that I thought I might have to cut the scene that came directly before it that it was referencing. Well I'm happy to say that I did not have to kill all my darlings, and I've found a way to make Jingyi getting sick and needing Mo Xuanyu to tend to him work out after all, so here's the beginning of that 😌

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“Uuuuuggghhhhh!”

“That’s it, I’m done. Sizhui, it’s your turn to sit with him,” Zizhen sighs as he stands and stretches his arms over his head.

“It’s just a cold, Jingyi,” Sizhui reminds him as he takes the empty spot next to the bed to start taking his turn wiping his forehead with a damp cloth and Jingyi cracks one glassy eye open to glare at him.

“You don’t know that,” he croaks, aiming for ‘belligerent’ but too weak to really sound it. “I could be dying.”

“Jingyi - I’m an actual doctor,” Sizhui reminds him gently with a laugh that thankfully doesn’t jostle him.

“Then I’m dying of some brand new unheard of disease and your doctor training is no help here,” he pouts without missing a beat. His deathbed is no place for logic, he doesn’t want it.

“Oh good. In that case when you die can I take your corpse home with me for my aunt and I to study?”

“Sizhui what the fuck,” Jingyi deadpans. Zizhen throws his head back to laugh loudly enough to make the pain in his head spike. “Zizhen shut the fuck up,” he adds as he bats Sizhui’s hands away to pull the cloth down over his eyes with a groan.

“Zizhen, his head does hurt, it’s best to be quiet,” Sizhui tempers and just as Jingyi is groaning his agreement the door bangs open, making him flinch.

“Idiots. Sizhui,” Jin Ling greets - standard. Really his crush could be seen from the moon at this point but even Jingyi has to agree that it’s cute how it makes Sizhui blush. It’s a lot cuter when Jingyi isn’t dying.

“Oh good, you’re back. Did you find what I asked for?”

“The healer said she’s never seen one of the herbs you wanted but when I told her what it was for she said we have one here in Lanling that she swears does the same thing. Other than that yeah, they had everything.”

“Mm. Oh! Hello,” Sizhui says warmly and that’s strange enough that Jingyi lifts the cloth off his eyes enough to peek through his lashes and he’s glad no one’s taking his pulse at the moment because he’s pretty sure his heart stops.

“Hello Wen-gongzi,” Mo Xuanyu replies in that smooth, low voice of his, an indulgent smile on his rouged lips. Jingyi is definitely going to die. This is it, he’s done for, goodbye cruel world. “I don’t mean to intrude but I was in the healer’s pavilion helping sort the herbs when A-Ling came in, and I don’t think you’ll blame me for not trusting him not to get them mixed up on the way over here,” he teases, obviously pleased with himself as Jin Ling scoffs, and Jingyi drops the cloth back over his eyes with a groan.

No matter how badly he wants to keep looking at Mo Xuanyu, Jingyi is pretty sure he’ll die of embarrassment at being seen like this before he could properly appreciate how beautiful Mo Xuanyu looks today. It was embarrassing enough when Mo Xuanyu had to help him with his depleted core, but getting sick like a child mere days later because of it?? Better to just hide his face and die in peace. (Although…if he could pick a last sight of this world, Mo Xuanyu’s coy smile would be a phenomenal option.)

#the untamed fanfic #WIP Wednesday #Technically A Cutsleeve?#Lan Jingyi/Mo Xuanyu #Junior Quartet #I love them and their shenanigans

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tossawary · 1 month

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In MDZS, Wei Wuxian is able to look at the sacrificial ritual circle and read Mo Xuanyu's personal notes to guess what happened and also learn the basics of Mo Xuanyu's entire life... And then he doesn't clean it up?

(EDIT: I was wrong about this! Wei Wuxian was supposedly "destroy any evidence of the sacrificial ritual circle" directly before running off with the donkey, at the very end of the chapter. I'm not sure how because earlier in the chapter it says that Mo Xuanyu's shack has "no water" and after humiliating the Mo Family, he just picks a clean spot on the floor to sleep, but he manages somehow! Original post remains below the cut.)

To be fair, Wei Wuxian is shocked and feels like shit, and has apparently tasked with murders he doesn't want to commit, and is also a little bit hangry. Shortly after his first foray to get his bearings and embarrassing the Mo Family, he gets dragged out of that blood-stained shack, accused of murder, involved in a fight, and then has to skedaddle when Hanguang-Jun shows up. He didn't have much inclination to clean (he didn't make the blood circle! Why does he have to clean it?!) and then didn't get much opportunity to grab a mop and clean up that mess to cover his tracks.

But Wei Wuxian's narration says that Mo Xuanyu "dared to summon him by name". It's also possible that some of Mo Xuanyu's resentful scribbles included more information about the sacrificial ritual and Wei Wuxian didn't find them, or threw his hands up in the air with frustration at the situation before reading those ones.

And I think that this would be a really funny way for Lan Wangji to find out that Wei Wuxian is back, instead of the shitty flute-playing and Wen Ning's appearance. Lan Sizhui describes to Lan Wangji everything weird and terrifying that just went down with the Mo Family, then says, "Oh! Senior Mo has disappeared! We should go make sure that he's okay! (Jingyi, he helped us in his own way, it's only the decent thing to do to check on him.) Let me ask a servant where his quarters are and let's hope he just went to go hide there."

And then Lan Wangji and a bunch of Baby Lans walk right into that shack and the horrifying scene of a sacrificial ritual circle drawn in blood, surrounded by the scribblings of a madman, which apparently clearly says (to those who can discern these things): "I AM SUMMONING THE YILING PATRIARCH'S SOUL AND GIVING HIM MY BODY TO DO EVIL ON MY BEHALF."

Lan Wangji: "..."

Lan Sizhui: "..."

Lan Jingyi: "What the fuck."

#tossawary mdzs #wei wuxian #mo xuanyu #character death #violence #blood #suicide #lan wangji #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #fic ideas #I guess in canon some poor servant had to mop that up with no idea what it was; it was too late to call the Lans back

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pomidaea · 2 years

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He's innocent, your honor!

I rewatched The Grand Budapest Hotel and thought that maybe I could try to recreate this scene with Wei Wuxian so here we are

#mdzs #the untamed #wei ying #wei wuxian #mo xuanyu #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation

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twistedappletree · 10 months

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Can I just scream about these two for a minute??

Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi are so capable, so strong, so fluid and in harmony together as cultivators. Even Wei Wuxian himself is impressed by how skilled they are at such a young age.

And really, who would expect any less from Lan Clan disciples who’ve learned from the Twin Jades of Lan? But these two go so far beyond that. They are, in every sense of the phrase, core disciples. Trusted enough to handle situations like Mo Manor on their own, skilled enough to subdue something as resentful as the arm—something they’ve probably never come across in their short years of training, and determined enough to not give up even when the situation becomes dire and seems impossible.

You can give most of the credit to their seniors if you want but their level of cultivation wouldn’t be this high if they themselves didn’t put in the work, dedication and self-discipline to supersede all expectations and harness their full potential.

My boys deserve some goddamn respect on their names and that’s final. ⚔️

{ Footage from S1/EP1 of the MDZS Donghua }

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scrivenger-grimgar · 21 days

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mzds if they had tumblr 2

this is specifically for @ink-poison-blood because of the wonderful encouragement you gave me

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twenty-orange-balloons · 2 years

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Photos that remind me of MDZS characters pt. 28

Lan Wangji -

Jin Guangyao -

Lan Jingyi -

Mo Xuanyu -

Nie Huaisang -

Wei Wuxian -

XuanLi -

Wen Qing -

Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian -

Wen Ruohan -

{x}

#mdzs #cql #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jin guangyao #lan jingyi #mo xuanyu #nie huaisang #xuanli #jin zixuan #jiang yanli #wen qing #wen ruohan #wen ning #mdzs meme #photos that remind me of mdzs characters

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 4 months

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After Each Midnight Begins A New Day

Extra #13d - Technically A Cutsleeve? (Mo Xuanyu and Lan Jingyi)

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[Masterpost] [AO3]

Instead of a small snippet of something for WIP Wednesday this week how about a rarely seen, highly endangered, actual update on a WIP? Groundbreaking 😂 This particular chapter has actually been sitting mostly-written in the doc for a very, very long time, just waiting for me to figure out if I liked it/how I'll tie it into the overall plans for the story, and I've finally figured it out (I think). These boys are doing the ancient fantasy China equivalent of U-Hauling it and I personally love that for them 😌

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“Uuuuuggghhhhh!”

“That’s it, I’m done. Sizhui, it’s your turn to sit with him,” Zizhen sighs as he stands and stretches his arms over his head.

“You don’t know that,” he croaks, aiming for ‘belligerent’ but too weak to really sound it. “I could be dying.”

“Jingyi - I’m an actual doctor,” Sizhui reminds him gently with a laugh that thankfully doesn’t jostle him.

“Then I’m dying of some brand new unheard of disease and your doctor training is no help here,” he pouts without missing a beat. His deathbed is no place for logic, he doesn’t want it.

“Oh good. In that case when you die can I take your corpse home with me for my aunt and I to study?”

“Zizhen, his head does hurt, it’s best to be quiet,” Sizhui tempers and just as Jingyi is groaning his agreement the door bangs open, making him flinch.

“Oh good, you’re back. Did you find what I asked for?”

“I trust A-Ling,” Sizhui says as he shifts around a bit to face their visitor, audibly smiling. “But I’m grateful for your help anyway, you’re not intruding at all. Is medicine also an area you’ve trained in?”

“One of my many skills, yes. You have a good memory, Wen-gongzi,” Mo Xuanyu laughs and his laugh isn’t grating - Zizhen - so Jingyi doesn’t comment. Or make a noise at all. Or move. Maybe if he doesn’t move Mo Xuanyu won’t see him. “I’m sure I’m no match for a doctor of the Dafan Wen, but I help our doctors pretty often, usually when the summer rains bring fevers, or on the odd chance our disciples are injured in a night hunt and the numbers overwhelm our usual rotation of healers.”

“Oh that’s perfect, it’s nothing serious anyway so that’s more than enough experience,” Sizhui replies. In the interest of saving at least some of his pride Jingyi decides to go ahead and break his brand new vow of eternal silence.

“Don’t lie to him, it’s very serious,” he retorts with a cough for his parched throat. “I’m dying, I just told you that Sizhui.”

“You’re not dying you moron, you have a cold,” Jin Ling snaps. How he manages to sound so snappish without raising his voice is an interesting skill. Jingyi both appreciates it - for the sake of his headache - and doesn’t - for the sake of his little remaining pride.

“I am dying, Sizhui already said he wants to take my poor corpse home to poke and prod at once I’m done using it.”

Mo Xuanyu’s responding laugh sets him on fire from head to toe, though it’s a small mercy that at least right now he can blame his dismayed groan on being sick rather than the stupidly massive crush he’s doing his best to hide.

“A-Ling tells me you four were planning to head into the city today,” Mo Xuanyu says as he sets down the wide, flat box of herbs on the table next to the bed. “What a shame poor Lan-gongzi is going to die without one last chance to enjoy it.”

“See? At least he understands me,” Jingyi posits weakly. He lifts one hand from his eyes to make a rude gesture in the general direction of Zizhen’s snickering. (Alright fine, so maybe his crush can be seen from the moon too, though thankfully Jin Ling has been too short-sighted to spot it yet .)

“It’s alright, we can just go another day,” Sizhui replies, conciliatory as usual, always trying to keep the peace.

Mo Xuanyu instantly tuts, “Oh don’t be silly, you three can still go. I don’t have anything else to do as I was already helping the healers anyway. Leave Lan-gongzi to me and you three enjoy your day out.”

Seriously — who did Jingyi piss off so badly that this is his karmic repayment?! What in the world could he have possibly done to deserve being a sick, miserable mess in front of his crush who just so happens to be, oh right, absolutely fucking incredible? He’s going to actually become a monk after this. His parents had done it, after all - they had put him in the group care for the parentless children of the Sect and retreated right up the mountain to become monks in total isolation, what a grand family tradition to follow, what an incredible idea they had had! In fact, he’s been an idiot for not doing it sooner. He’s absolutely made for life as a monk, he doesn’t need to go chasing after the most stunning man he’s ever met.

Jingyi waves one hand in half-hearted dismissal when his friends, after one more round of convincing from Mo Xuanyu, say their goodbyes and well-wishes and then the doors slide shut with a soft clack. For a long while there’s nothing but the quiet sounds of Mo Xuanyu moving around next to the bed — his even breathing, the nearly-inaudible jingle of the jeweled chains dangling from the zanzi in his hair, the whisper of fabric brushing against itself, the quiet grind of dried herbs between his gentle fingertips. Jingyi finds himself starting to relax against his best intentions. He’s tired, is the thing, and (at least when it’s just the two of them) Mo Xuanyu’s presence is surprisingly calming.

Jingyi frowns softly when the cloth is removed from his forehead and eyes some time later and he blinks his eyes open with an effort to study his companion. He’s hardly wearing any face makeup today, just a feather-soft dusting of his pale powder. It makes his skin look like porcelain, even more so than his heavier makeup, in Jingyi’s opinion. His eyes are similarly subtle, with just the faintest kiss of a red so gentle it’s almost pink at the outer corners and his long lashes darkened with black powder. It’s really not fair, Jingyi thinks, that Mo Xuanyu can do anything at all with his looks and be so beautiful.

“You’re staring, Jingyi,” Mo Xuanyu teases as he re-wets the cloth and wrings it out with a smirk on his lips.

“I am not! I died and my eyes are just open like that.”

“Ah okay, I see,” he laughs. “In that case, this humble one is honored to have been the last thing you saw before death.”

Mo Xuanyu turns to face him fully and Jingyi knows he should stop looking but there’s more to see at this angle. Mo Xuanyu’s huadian today is an intricate, beautiful thing, a flower of some sort clearly painted with a delicate, patient touch. He’s still smirking with gently-stained lips and his eyes, sharp and clever, are studying him right back with an intensity that makes Jingyi feel too warm all the sudden.

“Be honest with me, how are you actually feeling?” he asks after a long few moments and Jingyi’s eyes slip shut without his permission as Mo Xuanyu rests one gentle hand on his forehead. It feels unbelievably intimate without his ribbon — he hadn’t even managed to get up and put it on before he’d realized he’d gotten so sick overnight and decided to stay in bed — but he can’t say he minds. He doesn’t mind at all.

“It really is just a cold,” he grumbles, irritated with having to concede that ground. It’s worth it at least to hear Mo Xuanyu hum softly in approval, perhaps a bit in sympathy as well.

“Well I think you’ll pull through just fine, then — we’ll have to deprive Wen-gongzi of your corpse for a little longer,” he teases and Jingyi laughs weakly, though it’s still enough to set off a fresh coughing fit.

“You really don’t have to stay, you know,” Jingyi says when it’s over and Mo Xuanyu has replaced the hand on his forehead with the soothing sweep of the cloth, regular and steady.

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I do. Your cruel, heartless friends have abandoned you in this sorry state to go into the city, someone has to take care of you!”

Since their return from the night hunt, there have been moments (a lot of them, actually) when Jingyi suspects that Mo Xuanyu might like him too. They’re just little moments, hardly noticeable, but if he pays attention, and if he strings them along one right after the other in his mind like a strand of pearls, a pattern starts to take shape.

Mo Xuanyu always takes his arm if they happen to walk alone. He drops his wild act around him to be soft and genteel instead — but then cuts through that softness with acerbic wit when least expected just to make Jingyi laugh. He calls him by his name alone in private though he still uses his title in front of any audience. He finds excuses to touch him. He keeps finding excuses to get him alone. When he does, he looks at him like- like—

“Xuanyu-“

“Mhm? What is it, Jingyi?”

“Why do you look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

Jingyi says nothing for a long moment as he studies Mo Xuanyu’s gaze — intense, perhaps ever so slightly vulnerable, but..so warm. Practically daring him to take a deep breath and jump..

“Like you could do it forever.”

Mo Xuanyu takes a deep breath in of his own and smiles softly as he exhales again, his hand slipping down from his forehead to touch his cheek — just his hand, without the cloth between them as an excuse. Jingyi can’t help but stare at him as he brushes his thumb against his skin, his touch cool and soft as silk.

“Ah, Jingyi, Jingyi. Only you would choose to do this when you’re ill. But alright. Tell me — what did you think of me, when you first met me that day in the gardens?” he asks, his voice quiet.

Later, Jingyi will blame what he says on being sick, his defenses crumbled first by feeling so poorly and then toppled completely by the tenderness Mo Xuanyu offers him. Really, though, it’s just that he’s been dying to say it almost since that first moment Mo Xuanyu had waved and called out his hello, kneeling in the middle of a field of white peonies like a beautiful heroine in those novels Zizhen is always reading.

“‘I’d rather die now than live with the possibility of never seeing such beauty again’,” he answers (he definitely hasn’t ever dipped into Zizhen’s stash) and Mo Xuanyu laughs (it’s still not fair that even his laugh is beautiful), covering his smiling mouth with one slender wrist.

“You did not! Stop borrowing lines from Ouyang-gongzi’s romances and tell me what you really thought.”

Jingyi snorts out a laugh that makes his head pound but he doesn’t care when Mo Xuanyu is smiling and laughing at him like that.

“Alright, alright,” he acquiesces, coughing slightly as he settles. “I just thought that if you were really as wild and ridiculous as the Young Mistress had told us you were but you could still be so beautiful and elegant at the same time then…you seemed to be everything I didn’t even know I wanted until it was right in front of me. Nothing poetic, sorry.”

“It doesn’t have to be poetic,” Mo Xuanyu mumbles around his shy blushing. “I like the real version better. I don’t like that you’re finally confessing to me while you’re too sick to do anything about it.”

“Too bad,” Jingyi retorts with a haughty little lift of his chin, smiling weakly when Mo Xuanyu instantly flicks him in the throat lightly enough that he hardly feels it, but the teasing intention is there.

“You’re really terrible, you know. I think I’ll keep you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Jingyi smirks then, immensely proud of himself, and Mo Xuanyu chuckles softly as he strokes his cheek again with the back of one knuckle.

“You should get some sleep,” Mo Xuanyu murmurs after his eyes have slipped shut. “I’ve made your medicine, you can drink it and then rest.”

“Are you still going to be here when I wake up?”

“Of course. What sort of doctor would I be if I left one of my patients to die all alone?”

Jingyi chuckles at that but it quickly turns into a coughing fit that has Mo Xuanyu curling a comforting hand around his shoulder to help him lean up on one elbow and hold him close as he brushes his hair back from his forehead with the other hand.

“You’re disgusting,” Mo Xuanyu stage-whispers when he’s finished coughing and Jingyi groans weakly, shoves half-heartedly at his shoulder to hear him laugh. “Come on, A-Yi, sit up for me for a minute,” he continues once his chuckling has subsided and Jingyi’s ears burn at the diminutive. He’s pretty sure he’s never been more motivated to sit up in his entire life though so he does as he’s asked, and if he personally feels that Mo Xuanyu touches (and squeezes) his arms a little more than strictly necessary to “help” him accomplish it then that’s their business.

He turns then to pour him a cup of the medicine and this time Jingyi doesn’t even feel guilty about staring. Mo Xuanyu’s smirk only grows as he works and by the time he turns back to hand Jingyi the decoction he looks on the verge of bursting into laughter, which is charming in and of itself, but he’s also blushing a deep red under his powder which is probably one of the loveliest things Jingyi has ever seen.

He stops staring, finally, to take the medicine and drain it as quickly as he can with a grimace, the bitter grassiness of the herbs thick and cloying on the back of his tongue. Mo Xuanyu makes a sympathetic noise in his throat and takes the cup back to fill it with fresh water, which Jingyi drinks a bit more slowly to help rinse out his mouth. He wonders if it’s strange for him to feel so comfortable around Mo Xuanyu, but at least for now he sees no need to try to make conversation or to do anything, really, except let Mo Xuanyu tend to him. He’ll return the favor a hundred-fold as soon as he can, but for now he lies back to let Mo Xuanyu cool his face with the cloth again, content to be cared for.

Just as he’s drifting off, he hears Mo Xuanyu chuckle quietly and mutter, “A-Ling is going to be so mad,” and Jingyi falls asleep mid-snicker.

—//—

When Jingyi wakes again it’s with a gasp and a start, sending him sitting straight upright fast enough to make his head spin.

“Hey, easy,” someone tells him and Jingyi fights through the lingering dizziness to turn his head and find that –

Uh-huh. That’s Mo Xuanyu. Who nursed him back to health, apparently staying with him all day and all night, judging by the quality of the light beyond the windows.

“Uh-”

“Oh no no, don’t get embarrassed now!” Mo Xuanyu chides around a smile. “You’re awfully sweet when you’re sick and if you tell me you regret anything you said I’m going to say fuck the rules of hospitality and tell Xuan-ge to kill you.”

Jingyi snaps his mouth shut because that’s certainly not the case, not at all, but…well…even if he doesn’t regret it, it was still embarrassing! He settles for leaning forward to prop his elbows up on his lap to bury his face in his hands and naturally he doesn’t pull away when Mo Xuanyu stands up to come sit next to him so he can rub a small hand in circles on his back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Great,” he tries to say, but it comes out weak and raspy. Mo Xuanyu tuts softly and slips away from his side again with a rustle of his skirts. Jingyi takes slow, measured breaths like he’s trying to meditate through the quiet clinking of ceramic and the nearly-inaudible burble of pouring, and by the time Mo Xuanyu returns to press a cup of water into his hand he feels slightly more capable of showing his face.

He takes a sip of it obediently and then drains it in a few greedy gulps, abruptly aware of the fact that his mouth feels mildly reminiscent of the deserts far to the north. Mo Xuanyu refills it for him without a word, and when he’s drained the cup for a second time Jingyi actually feels ready to look at the other man straight on.

He hides the anxiety lurking in his gaze quickly, but not quickly enough.

“I meant it,” he blurts, panicked by the idea that Mo Xuanyu looks so nervous because of him. “Everything I said yesterday, I meant it! I…Lans are cursed,” he grumbles the complaint — and then abruptly realizes how that must sound and he twists to get his knees under him and turn to face Mo Xuanyu directly, to hold his face tenderly between his palms like he can hold him in place long enough for his wild, racing thoughts to chase each other in the right direction to not fuck this up completely.

“Wait no it’s not a real curse – and not that I think falling in love with you is a curse at all! Honestly it’s probably the best thing that’ll ever happen to me even if I scare you off because honestly how could I not? I sound insane. I feel insane, actually, and none of this is helping me give you a reason to stick around is it? Um. What I meant was that Lans just…we just do this, and I always thought that I maybe wasn’t really a Lan because no one’s ever made me feel like this and I’ve met so many wonderful people that I liked just fine but they didn’t make me feel like you did when I realized who you were and what that could mean and —”

Jingyi cuts himself off as abruptly as if he’d been Silenced (perhaps partially thanks to how he’s pretty sure he’s been conditioned by how many times someone else has Silenced him when he spirals) at the sight of Mo Xuanyu’s growing smile and the blush stealing across his powdered cheeks, so beautifully arresting that Jingyi feels like he might die if he doesn’t stop and appreciate the sight while he can.

“A-Yi,” Mo Xuanyu chides, soft and sweet as he nuzzles his cheek into Jingyi’s cupped palm. “You’re forgetting that I’ve seen my fair share of Lans in love. I know what you meant, stop panicking.”

Jingyi exhales sharply and sags forward to press his forehead against Mo Xuanyu’s, careful not to smudge the other man’s huadian. He stays still as Mo Xuanyu’s hands curl slowly around his wrists, stroke slowly up the lengths of his forearms to cup under his elbows and tug softly until Jingyi shuffles closer on his knees.

“You love me?” Mo Xuanyu teases when Jingyi’s heart has slowed and he groans, sagging further forward to bury his burning face in Mo Xuanyu’s shoulder.

“Can we pretend like I didn’t say that? I know it’s weird, and too fast and…just forget it? Maybe?”

“Hmmm…no, I don’t think I will.” His voice is warm and low, a banked fire, and Jingyi has to fight hard not to be lulled into a false sense of security. Because there’s no way that’s a good thing. There’s no way that he could confess to this man he’s known for little more than a week and have that just…be okay. And even if it is okay, Jingyi knows precisely how quickly that can change when he lets his guard down and stops watching what he says and does. Mo Xuanyu hasn’t known him for very long, it’s too much to expect to think that he would want to pursue any sort of lasting relationship, which would be…rather unfortunate, for Jingyi’s apparently very ‘Lan’ heart that, if the clan stories are true, will only love like this once.

“You know, I always secretly thought that Yao-ge and Wei-ge were bluffing a little about how passionate you Lans are,” Mo Xuanyu muses when Jingyi’s mortified silence must go on a bit too long. He tuts softly and brushes gentle fingers through Jingyi’s hair, combing it away from the nape of his neck until Jingyi has to suppress a full-body shiver of pleasure. “You poor thing, I’ll have to be extra careful with that soft heart of yours, won’t I?”

Oh.

Jingyi sucks in a sharp breath and tries to think of some way to reply to that but finds himself strangely at a loss for words. How is he supposed to express how good that sounds? To be treated gently? Carefully? Maybe he’s still a little worn out from his fever, because his eyes are suddenly burning and he exhales shakily around something tight in his chest. Mo Xuanyu hums quietly in the back of his throat and stops petting his hair to cup the back of his neck directly instead, his thumb brushing softly back and forth just below his hairline.

“Yeah,” Mo Xuanyu murmurs, audibly smiling as he tucks his cheek against the side of Jingyi’s head, “It’s mine now, no taking it back, and I promise I’ll be careful with it, alright?”

As is quickly becoming a pattern that Jingyi can’t be mad about at all, he finds himself helpless to do anything but agree and go along with whatever Mo Xuanyu thinks is best. He nods and slips one arm tentatively around Mo Xuanyu’s waist to hold him close, and they don’t separate until they hear a ruckus beyond the door that gives them a solid 30 second warning before Jin Ling’s blustering, fussing arrival with breakfast for them both.

#the untamed fanfic #Technically a Cutsleeve?#Lan Jingyi #Mo Xuanyu #Lan Jingyi/Mo Xuanyu #Nonbinary Mo Xuanyu #Junior Quartet #not me updating an old project after a year plus and it's the one that's significantly less popular than all the others accumulating dust 💀#But for the select people who really like this fic I hope this is an exciting day lol

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carrot-felisidad · 1 month

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It's crazy how the juniors just accepted Mo Xuanyu after a few times of meeting him. In their eyes, Mo Xuanyu has this bad reputation (though I'm still not sure if they were true, or made up rumors, or exaggerated) to the point that he was exiled, but they easily acknowledged his skills.

And didn't the elders wonder how this secluded gay emo suddenly became competent in decision-making and dark arts??? They just listen to his investigations, but if it was me--a similar secluded gay emo--I wouldn't be given the time of the day. We could also blame it on Wei Wuxian's natural charm and confidence, but still. Imagine you have a weird cousin who flirts at everyone and is quite loose in the head, then suddenly he knows how to play violin and Zac Efron or Harry Styles or Jungkook (whichever poor male usual Wattpad protagonist you could think of) starts protecting him.

And he's suddenly hanging around the venerable Hanguang Jun because he mentioned he likes him (in animation at least) and Lan Wangji just... let's him??? There's something gay going on here.

And Jinling, the kid who got the Jiang's temper and the Jin's elitist attitude, starts seeing him as a proper uncle who taught him how to fight. Awwww. Finally, he got an emotionally supportive uncle for once in his life with the many uncles he has. But Mo Xuanyu was the most distant uncle, living in Mo village and all. I mean, how did he process that?

And the rest of the juniors, Lan Jingyi, Lan Shizui, and Ouyang Zizhen, just decided to follow him like ducklings.

My point is...

How did the cultivation world process Mo Xuanyu in their heads?

#this is a world building full of rumors #most of the characters and stories are driven by rumors #I'm pretty sure Mo Xuanyu was once a part of their celecrity news #and when it was revealed that he's wei wuxian #how did the cultivation world take that???#wei wuxian #lan wangji #mo xuanyu #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #ouyang zizhen #jin rulan #jin ling #mdzs #juniors #rumors

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alchemist-shizun · 2 months

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I've recently gotten into playing Infinite Craft and of course my hamster brain circled around trying to get mdzs, thinking it was going to be impossible.

LITTLE DID I KNOW, I'd soon find myself and my friend @foxidas-stuff involved in a game of HONOR trying to get as many mdzs (and more danmei novels) characters. Until this monster came out (SO FAR)

We are currently on a quest to find Song Lan and the Nie bros, who for some reason do NOT want to show up. The closest thing I've gotten to our beloved frosty daozhang is this:

WHICH ISN'T EXACTLY. WELL. LOOK IT WAS A JOKE-

anyways behold the numerous amounts of mixes you can apparently do with xue yang:

And how Wei Wuxian is somehow FUCKING EVERYWHERE:

Violet wuxian was our jiang cheng before we finally found him

Here are more desperate ways of finding song lan from my friend (combining song and san lang)

You're welcome

And if you ever crafted any of the characters we're missing: TURN UP YOUR LOCATION WE HAVE BUSINESS TO DISCUSS

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littlesmartart · 2 years

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"so then I stabbed him-" "wait, hold on, I thought it was yellow-die who killed wen ruohan?" "well, wen ruohan was like the evillest man ever right?" "duh." "well, don't you think it would take more than one person to kill the evillest man ever? as cool as yao-ge is, the evillest man ever needs to be stabbed a whole BUNCH of times til he dies." "AND he could make zombies." "exactly. so yeah, then I stabbed him, and there was like, a FOUNTAIN of blood, and-"

look... I just think that teen Mo Xuanyu should be allowed to bullshit his gaggle of gullible sort-of-nephews as much as he likes, okay???

#afvsjh #mo xuanyu #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #jgy's retelling of the death of wen ruohan judged TOO BORING #xuanyu's retelling gives the people WHAT THEY WANT and want they want is BLOOD FOUNTAIN #the untamed

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sillygoofyqueer · 6 days

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The Untamed review: episode one!

"I wish I was still dead" LMAO WEI WUXIAN

"You you you!!!" "Me me me???"

Bro is getting his own backstory from this random guy

HOW DID HE DO THAT??!

Her husband just wants to be a part of the situation, leave him alone

BRO IS HAVING SO MUCH FUN, HE'S LITERALLY JUST BEEN REVIVED

The crowd just pointing and laughing

He's such an actor

*fake crying* "now return my things." *stops and looks at the crowd, then starts fake crying again*

BRO LITERALLY RAN CIRCLES AROUND HIM.

Taunting the guy, goddamn.

Lan Sizhui coming in clutch

Still an alcoholic in all forms lmaooo

THEFT BUT SO CASUAL

"RETURN IT OR I'LL HURT YOU!!"

What a sweetheart Lan Sizhui is

HAVING FLASHBACKS TO HIS BOYFRIEND

"I wasn't actually gonna huuurt himmm :("

Do it, give it to him, see what happens

HOW CAN HE PLAY SO WELL AFTER THIRTEEN YEARS??? WHAT IS HE EVEN PLAYING???

Lan Sizhui is also having flashbacks woah

"Yo, we've heard this before" "nah, bro, I ain't ever heard anything played that badly" Lan Jingyi you are this whole show already

I swear you can't play a blade of grass that well, no matter who you are

Shit getting real now

HE'S FERAL, PUT HIM DOWN

HOW IS IT HIM??? HE'S LITERALLY INSANE (allegedly)

Scratching his head like bro what am I doing here

"You deserve it" cackling

DON'T SLANDER MY BOYS

Wei Wuxian standing up for his sons already

Her husband's had enough of her as well, he's snapped

KILL HIM

PUT THEM BOTH DOWN

"Hang on a minute, you're calling my old friend with romantic tension?? Don't do that, I can fix this, I know I'm insane but-- SHIT-"

Bro's got gains

I love imagining actors acting this wacky shit out

"Ugh, he's not a ghost, get it right" Wei Wuxian, she literally knows nothing about this, leave her alone

"The fuck you laughing for, you psycho??" Lan Jingyi, you are my favourite

"Those aren't actually those guys" "how can you tell?" "They beat me with their right hands ☺️🤭"

Nobody's questioning how the lunatic knows this stuff though

DISTINGUISHED JUNIORS, MAY I DRAW YOUR ATTENTION TO THE TWITCHING LEFT ARM ON THE WOMAN RIGHT BEHIND YOU??? DO NONE OF YOU HAVE THE MIND TO TURN AROUND?

Bro tried to snatch his hair

"Guys, the evil thing is scared of talismans EVERYONE STRIP-" *proceed to tug off their outer robes in perfect unison*

Nice catch on behalf of the demon

Wei Wuxian is sooo plotting

"get up, whores, time to work"

AAAAHAHHHAAHHHHH

HE'S HERE

IT'S HIM

LAN WANGJI!!!!!!!!!!!!

You can't tease me like that and go back to the fight

Cool fight though

Wei Wuxian jury fucking flicked some shit

"I know that magic anywhere, it's my BOYFRIEND HIDE"

Lan Wangji literally ascended from nowhere like Jesus

AND HE STICKS THE LANDING

The way the juniors' faces all light up at the sight of him 😭

Those puppy dog eyes that Wei Wuxian is throwing at Lan Wangji are anything but straight

Nice hairpiece

I want a floating guqin that I can use to charm and get rid of evil things with :[

Stoooop "he's always dressed in white, like he's going to attend a funeral" AND THEN A CHEEKY GRIN

I just don't see how anyone could think they were ever straight

"Bitch give me that sword"

Wei Wuxian sneaking away

THE LOOK THAT LAN SIZHUI AND LAN JINGYI SHARE THEY HAVE ONE BRAIN CELL

"Maybe the Yiling Patriarch didn't die!" and Lan Wangji's look is literally 'don't tease me like that'

"Eyo, where's Mo Xuanyu gone?"

“Wei Ying is it really you?? 🥺🥺” LAN WANGJI'S INTERNAL MONOLOGUE IS KILLING ME

Who's the hottie with the fan and can he teach me some moves?

LITTLE APPLE, THE STAR OF MO DAO ZU SHI

Woooahhh, who could it be?

#four being a dumbass #Four's live review #i guess???#mo dao zu shi #cql #the untamed #the untamed spoilers #wei wuxian #mo xuanyu #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #lan wangji #little apple

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