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shuang-hua · 8 months

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💕💕 Perhaps if you are feeling it a little ❄️ A-Qing or 🍽 XXC?

❄️ : draw the character playing in the snow

hitting your target with perfect accuracy proves nothing about your vision if said target is noisy and never shuts up 🎯👀

as mentioned in the other post, i got a lot of xxc requests (delightful. lov them. thank u all) so i picked the a-qing one! but he is here too c:

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Behind a corner of the house, A-Qing crouches in the snow, rolling a snowball between her hands with a slightly devious smile. Beside her is a small pile of other snowballs. She is tucked out of sight of an unsuspecting Xue Yang, who sits in front of the house chatting to Xiao Xingchen as he walks by with a bundle of firewood. A-Qing's clothes look patched and oversized, but cosy.

Ink on paper.

#so far the only xue yangs on this blog are being attacked by a-qing (as is her right)#a-qing #yi city #xue yang #xiao xingchen #yi cheng #the untamed #陈情令 #mdzs #魔道祖師 #魔道祖师 #义城 #阿箐 #晓星尘 #薛洋 #ink drawing #ask prompt #traditional /

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anorion · 6 months

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Учитель: Сюэ Ян, что за поведение? Ты ругаешься на весь класс!

Сюэ Ян: Нет, только на неё.

Сюэ Ян: /поворачивается к А-Цин/ Пошла к чёрту.

#阿箐

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 1 year

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Due to current set of asks speaking on the idea of fandom vs. canon, as well authorial intent for MDZS and the intention for what a relationship is meant within the text, compared to "personal interpretation" in regards to Jiang Cheng, and his relationship with Wei Wuxian:

"据我所知，好像江澄……嗯，他是有粉的，而且粉黑在评论区大战还挺厉害的。所以……就……所以我觉得还是挺多人喜欢他的嘛，就并没有……就并没有人把他……就并没有很多人把他当成绝对的坏人。至于他对wifi是不是仅仅是朋友的感情我觉得这种问题吧，就……就比方说，我觉得有些读者可以不用看到两个……就拿晓星尘跟薛洋来说吧，晓星尘和薛洋好像也有挺多人感觉他们之间超出了那个普通的感情，但是其实晓星尘和阿箐之间的那个感情呢会更亲密，但是为什么就没有人把他们往BG情那方面想呢，所以我觉得有些读者可以不用对这种男性与男性之间的那种感情太敏感哈，就一定要把他们之间感情都解释为……就往那方面去想。其实有的时候你不要简单粗暴地把它定义为那方面的感情的话，角色之间的关系有更深的可塑性"

"As I have seen it , it seems that Jiang Cheng... Well, he has fans, and ----- is quite good in the comment section. So... just... so I think a lot of people like him, but there is no... no one regards him... not many people regard him as an absolute bad guy. As for whether his feelings for wifi (chinese fandom name for Wei Wuxian) are just friends, I think this kind of question, just... For example, I think some readers don't need to see two... Take Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang for example. Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang seem to have a lot of people who feel that they are beyond a simple relationship, but in fact, the relationship between Xiao Xingchen and A Qing is far more intimate , but why doesn't anyone think about them in terms of BG (Boy/Girl) affection, so I think some readers don't need to be interested in this kind of relationship only between two men. You are thinking too much, if you must interpret the feelings between them as such, just think about it in that regard. In fact, sometimes if you don't simply and only define it as that aspect of affection, the relationship between the characters has a deeper pliancy."

With the above statement, yes we are not supposed to view Jiang Cheng as an absolute villain, that is not how a story redemption works, but a redemption also does not mean a clean and nice end for relationships. We also are not meant to view each relationship under the lens of shipping and romance only, as that removes the actual nuance that the story is also trying to portray through it's framework.

Fandom as a whole, is meant to have fun in the what if's it can explore, but that is also supposed to stay divorced from the actual intentions that the story provides and the further clarifications of an author. Authorial intent, is not always going to mirror the wants of their fandom, and it is not supposed to be meant for that. It is how we do get fan service and massive ship wars that are indeed baited with that intention without any real pay off, or even eventual cruelty towards creators and creators towards it's fandom.

Ship teasing, is a nasty tactic that has arisen from lucrative media consumption using it's base for a profit, once that has been used as a tactic, there is a line that creators are forced to play, that leaves neither an audience or them satisfied with the end result.

MXTX explores this exact trappings with her first novel. Subtext, is not just for shipping, and I believe this fandom needs to come to terms with that.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi

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fluff-crt · 2 years

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MDZS Donghua: " 大雪 (Da Xue, Greater Snow) "

Source: https://m.weibo.cn/5406119222/4711708898362354

#阿箐 #aqing #宋子琛 #song zichen #song lan #宋岚 #xiao xingchen #晓星尘 #cloud recesses translation #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #魔道祖师动画 #魔道祖师

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bbeiex · 3 years

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aq poster!!! full yi city poster coming soon >:333

#aqing #a qing #a-qing #the untamed #cql #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #yi city #阿箐 #陈情令

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lyselkatz · 2 years

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A-Qìng 💕

...☕?/Commission

#the untamed #mdzs #cql #a qing #魔道祖师 #陳情令 #阿箐 #cdrama #fanart #yi city #lyselkatzcreations

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inthedepths-ofshadows · 3 years

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I HAVENT STARTED WATCHING IT BUT I JUST SAW A CLIP OF MDZS S3 E3 ON TWT

NOW IM SAD

IM NOT READY TO WATCH IT

it’s late so now I must sleep but THE YICHENG ARC FDHKSDJLS

#mdzs #songxiao #YI CITY ARC #yicheng #song lan #xiao xingchen #xue yang #a qing #魔道祖师 #宋晓 #宋岚 #晓星尘 #薛洋 #阿箐 #mxtx #墨香铜臭 #gdc

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theleakypen · 3 years

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OYZZ/A-Qing, AU where they meet while she's alive, kiss meme?

(uhhh so this accidentally turned into a full-on fic. Unfortunately, it's only a fix-it for A Jing, not for Songxiao 😭; I’m going entirely by book canon here, except my brain has settled on CQL aesthetics for OYZZ and A Jing, hence the “burgundy robes.”)

Kissing prompt

"Excuse me, are there any powerful people around here? Powerful people who cultivate?" Ā Jing swallowed hard as yet another passerby shook her off. She wouldn't cry! Her dàozhǎng needed vengeance and so did Song dàozhǎng; she had to keep trying to find someone.

"Excuse me, gūniang," came a voice from behind her—a young voice, a boy about her age. "I'm a cultivator. Perhaps I can be of service?"

It took some doing to convince first the boy — Ouyang Zizhen — and then his father that Xue Yang was indeed in Yi City and not dead as he should have been these last many years, but in the end Sect Master Ouyang had reached out to his patron, the master of the Jiang sect, who was known for his hatred of demonic cultivators, and the full might of both Baling Ouyang and Yunmeng Jiang was brought to bear against Xue Yang. Ā Jing insisted on being allowed to accompany them — she had to see this through.

Ouyang Zizhen seemed to have decided that she was his responsibility and he stuck close to her while his seniors prepared for and then fought the battle. "I'm not allowed to night hunt unsupervised, anyway, so I will be your protector, Jing gūniang!"

Ā Jing wasn't going to say no to protection. Ever since she saw her dàozhǎng killing people under Xue Yang's guidance she had felt an overwhelming terror. It was lessened now that she had an entire army between her and Xue Yang, including this strangely earnest boy, but until she saw Xue Yang's dead body with her own eyes, she wouldn't feel able to truly rest.

She took one look at the dead bodies laid out in a row, the two Daoist priests and their murderer, and flung herself weeping into Ouyang Zizhen's arms. He stroked her back, while she shook and wet his burgundy silk robes with her tears, and murmured soothingly in her ear. She liked that he called her "Jing gūniang," as if she really was somebody, and not just an urchin with no family name to speak of.

"What will you do, now that it's over?" he asked, when they were all seated in an inn, waiting for food to be delivered to their table. He kept his arm around her and seemed to be daring his seniors to say anything. Ā Jing was still feeling shaky and uncertain, so she wasn't going to complain. She clutched the little pouch that the cultivators said held Xiao Xingchen’s soul close to her chest, afraid to let it out of her sight even for a moment. They said his soul was shattered into little bits, but that it might heal with time. The least she could do was take care of it until it did. Every time she thought about her poor dàozhǎng, shattering himself to pieces because of his horror at what Xue Yang had made him do, she felt fresh tears prickling her eyes.

"I don't know," she said. "I was traveling with Xiao dàozhǎng so long, I don't think I know how to travel alone anymore." This was probably not true, but all these people knew that she was sighted — she had to play up her helplessness somehow!

"You can come with us to Baling," Ouyang Zizhen suggested. "You could learn to be a cultivator, like us."

"Aren't I too old?" she asked, looking at him sidelong.

"You'll probably never be exceptional," he agreed, "but that doesn't mean you can't learn to use a sword the way we do."

It sounded appealing. It sounded like a lot of work. Well, if she didn't like it, she could always leave. Traveling alone in Baling couldn't be any different from traveling alone in Shudong.

Baling was nice. They let her call herself Xiao Jing, to keep her dàozhǎng's name alive, even if he was now dead. They gave her a room and nice clothes and they didn’t try to take away the two bags that held everything that mattered to her in this world — the wallet she had stolen from Xiao Xingchen, and the Spirit Capture Pouch that held his soul. They added her to the rolls of junior disciples. She had to practice next to seven year olds, and it was hard work, but she never had to worry about her next meal and Ouyang Zizhen came by all the time to see how she was settling in. One time a couple of his big sisters came by and told her to tell them if he was bothering her.

"We'll beat him up for you, don't worry," said the second young mistress of Baling Ouyang. Xiao Jing thought that maybe that was backwards — shouldn't they be threatening her on his behalf? After all, she was a swindler and a thief. But, then, they didn't know that part of her past.

Everyone knew she was a tragic orphan, victimized by the horrible Xue Yang, and she'd played that up as much as possible. Pity was good — people mostly didn't want to hurt you if they pitied you. Mostly people were patient with her uneducated speech and her inability to read and that she picked up cultivation concepts slowly, except the physical ones. The exercises came easily — she'd had to be deft to steal without people noticing, and that came in handy now.

"He's not a bother," she said aloud. "I like Ouyang gōngzǐ."

"Oh?" The fifth young mistress pounced on that, smiling like a cat. "And in what way do you like xiǎodì?"

Xiao Jing blushed at that, and did her best to deflect.

"Your sisters came to see me today," Xiao Jing told Ouyang Zizhen. She pulled a couple of sweets from the wallet she still kept close by, the one she stole from Xiao Xingchen all those years ago, and offered one to him. Their fingers tangled briefly as he accepted the sweet and she flashed back to Ouyang Ruoyin's question. In what way do you like our little brother? She shook herself, willing her cheeks to stop blushing. Back to doing the teasing; that was way better than being teased. "They said they'll beat you up if you keep bothering me."

"They told me the same thing," Ouyang Zizhen laughed. "Am I bothering you, Jing gūniang?"

"Obviously not," Xiao Jing retorted. "I don't give sweets to people who bother me."

"Well, that's a relief, then," he said, smiling at her as he popped the sweet in question into his mouth. He had a very nice smile, distractingly nice. She realized she was staring at his lips, which was definitely inappropriate, and dragged her gaze up to his eyes, which were crinkled in that same smile. Hell.

“Jing gūniang, I—” he began, before she cut him off. Oh well, it wasn’t as though she hadn’t been impulsive before.

“Ouyang gōngzǐ, do you like me?”

Now it was his turn to blush and stammer, which filled her with an obscure satisfaction. “I— yes, I— yeah?” he said. His voice steadied as he took up his thread. “I like you a lot. Your courage in the face of extreme adversity, your devotion to your dàozhǎng, the way your eyes flash in the sun when you train—”

“Okay, okay,” Xiao Jing cut him off again. There was no stopping Ouyang Zizhen when he got poetic. She wasn’t anticipating the danger of letting him get poetic about her, the way it made her skin feel hot and prickly all over. “I get it, you think I’m admirable. Do— Would—” She swallowed hard. Get it together, Ā Jing. “Would you like to try kissing?” she asked, the words coming out all in a rush.

Ouyang Zizhen stared at her, mouth falling open in a pretty silly-looking way. Xiao Jing almost laughed at it, except for how her stomach was turning somersaults. Did she misread things? Ouyang Zizhen did get poetic about all sorts of things, but she did think he showed her particular attention! She scuffed her foot on the floor of the pavilion. “I only meant...” She looked down. “I like you, too, and I thought...”

“Yeah.” His voice was breathless and Xiao Jing looked up with new hope. He was still blushing, and his eyes seemed almost to sparkle as he stepped nearer to her. “Yeah, can I kiss you?”

Xiao Jing smiled and took one of his hands and tilted her face up to his. She’d hit a growth spurt recently—probably all that good Baling food—but he was still taller than her. He tilted his head consideringly, and then lowered his face until their lips met. She felt his nose brushing her cheek and the little sigh of his breath on her mouth. His lips were soft on hers and just the slightest bit sticky. He tasted a little of the candy they’d both just eaten. His hand tightened its grip on her hand, even as his other hand came up to cup her cheek, and she felt that same heat and prickle on her skin as she did when he had been complimenting her.

When they parted, Xiao Jing stepped forward and buried her face in his collar, hiding her flushed cheeks. Ouyang Zizhen wrapped his arms around her almost automatically. “That was nice,” he whispered into her hair.

She nodded and then murmured, “Yeah,” in case he couldn’t tell what her movement meant.

“Do you... want to do it again?” he asked.

“Give me a minute,” she said.

He chuckled quietly; she felt the wind of his breath ruffling her hair. “As long you need,” he said.

#fanfic #puck answers #puck writes #mo dao zu shi #魔道祖师 #ouyang zizhen #欧阳子真 #a qing #a jing #阿箐 #my oyzz has a million older sisters agenda continues #my sense of timing might be off here but i'm pretty sure they're like 14 in this #i haven't written young teens in a while so i hope this reads true for them #huanglaoshu

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darkbyakuya · 4 years

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They could be a good family...

Me as Xiao Xingchen (inst: gareki007)

Felita as Xue Yang (inst: felita_nyan)

Echo as A-Qing (inst: echo.2001)

Ph by Aite (inst: aite_aina)

#cosplay #xiao xingchen #xue yang #xuexiao #a qing #yi city #yi city arc #晓星尘 #薛洋 #阿箐 #MoDaoZuShi #魔道祖师 #photoset #photoshoot

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natuyu-tan · 4 years

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阿箐に対して時折ちょっと優しくして来る薛洋めっちゃ好きって言うだけの漫画

20時間 / CLIP STUDIO PAINT

今回はあまり切なさだとかは関係ない軽い話だったので、漫画の媒体を選択。

#魔道祖師 #魔道祖师 #薛洋 #阿箐 #mdzs #a qing #mo dao zu shi #xue yang #fan art

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shuang-hua · 2 years

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‖ DAY 13: KIND⁘ songxiao inktober 2022

don't walk so fast

fell asleep before writing captions for this yesterday hehe. but! a new friend appears in this inktober :')

i wanted to have a-qing get a little taller but i drew her too tall the first time... i also had to block in her hair because i did a bad job drawing it, so i feel like she looks less like the same person fghghjk. it's just a-qing again i promise ú _ ù

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Two small, simple drawings. In the first, a-Qing holds onto Xiao Xingchen's arm as they walk side by side, positioned at the left of the frame, faces turned towards each other as they talk. Xiao Xingchen's eyes are bandaged and his sword, on his back, is wrapped in cloth. A-Qing's hair is in two buns, and she carries her bamboo pole.

In the second, with the figures placed towards the right of the frame, Song Lan guides a-Qing by laying his horsetail whisk on her shoulder. He looks somberly downward, his free hand tucked behind his back. A-Qing, her hair now pinned into one bun, mirrors his pose.

Ink on paper.