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minmoyu · 14 hours ago
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3ZUN TRAILER FOR S3 MDZS DONGHUA
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akatsuki-shin · 8 hours ago
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MDZS Weibo posted a new trailer for S3!
The 3-zuns... :'((
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bluestrawberrypaint · 20 hours ago
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yunmeng sibs!!
this happens around the same time lwj realizes that wwx is, basically, a bunny (according to his logic)
✨ wangxian kindergarten au: PART 1, 2, 3, 4, 5✨
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rounove · 15 hours ago
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"Daozhang, let me buy groceries for today" 
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wangjiplayingwangji · 13 hours ago
I didn't know if it was commission or just for fun,,, so wwx for 1 and lwj for 17 if you want to? Also your work is so pretty, thank you for creating!!
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Aw thank you I’m glad you like my art! Here is a manhua redraw for u <3 And these are just for fun but I like to plug my kofi regardless in case those able are willing to support my creating and request taking but it is not meant to be obligatory ^^
Palette from here
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qi-ling · 14 hours ago
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the junior quartet is sweet and i love them so so much, but regardless if you put them in a modern au they're literally the clique of rich kids who are the heirs to multi-million dollar companies. jin ling got a mercedes as his first car. the lan estate includes a whole goddamn mountain. ouyang zizhen is nice enough to invite everyone to his birthday party at some upscale place and can far too easily afford it. im sorry but they are Those Kids whether you like it or not
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attilarrific · 11 hours ago
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Happy (late) birthday to meeeeeeee! For those of you who are more recent followers, I like posting fic on my birthday, because a) I feel Accomplished and like I am starting my year off on the right foot (like New Year’s, except I don’t post shit on New Year’s, because I am always hungover), and b) it allows me to ask for EXTRA validation without feeling weird about it. So with that in mind, please validate your local needy author (the birthday girl).
And, I mean, my birthday was yesterday (two days ago, depending on your time zone), this is a day late, but DETAILS.
This is more Musical Chairs, but back to JGY POV, because I, uh, really like writing JGY POV. And happy birthday to me.
(Also, just in case you missed it, I posted a directly preceding bit of this earlier in the week, so if you are confused about the takeout thing and when Wei Wuxian got here, that’s why.)
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For the second day in a row, Jin Guangyao wakes up because his phone is going off, and he once again fumbles for it blindly, secure in the knowledge that there aren’t many people who can make his phone ring wile he’s asleep. He presses the accept button without thinking about it, sandwiching the phone between his cheek and the pillow. “A-Su?” he mumbles. “If you tell me they have a secret sex tape of us, I’m joining a cult and moving to Siberia.”
“Joining a cult and moving to Siberia?” Lan Xichen says lightly. “Surely one would be enough. And I think, on balance, I’d prefer Siberia---it’s easier to leave.”
Jin Guangyao goes from mostly asleep to sitting up straight in bed and completely alert at a speed that probably defies physics. “Xichen-ge! I’m sorry, I---Xichen-ge, is everything alright?”
“Of course it is,” Lan Xichen says gently. “I’m here to see you. I’m sorry to wake you so early in the morning, but I didn’t think you would want me standing on your porch where people could take pictures.”
“My porch?” Jin Guangyao jumps out of bed, half-tripping as he rips the power cord out of the bottom of his phone. “You mean you’re---” Here. Lan Xichen actually caught a red-eye flight and is here. He should’ve expected that, frankly, but he’d been so busy dealing with Qin Su and the press and Wei Wuxian last night that---stupid of him. A ridiculous oversight. He usually does better than that, he’s certainly never left Lan Xichen standing on his porch before. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked for your flight information. I could’ve---well, under the circumstances, it might have been better not to pick you up from the airport, but I could’ve at least been awake.”
“A-Yao, I’m not here to make you take care of me. I just wanted to see you.”
Jin Guangyao floats blissfully, just from that, all the way to his front hall, before his brain wakes all the way up and roots his feet to the floor. “Ah---Xichen-ge, do you mind waiting a moment? I’m going to make Wei Wuxian get the door.” There’s a moment of silence, during which Jin Guangyao feels a need to explain himself. “It’s good if we can clarify for the cameras that he’s still here.”
“That’s fine,” Lan Xichen says slowly, and Jin Guangyao yawns, padding back toward the guest room. “He’s still there? I...didn’t realize.”
There’s an odd quality to his voice that Jin Guangyao is going to have to think about later, once he’s not quite so tired. “Mm,” he says. “Lan Wangji didn’t tell you?”
Lan Xichen snorts delicately. “Wangji is not particularly good at telling me anything, but I’ll have to call him. Later. I’m more worried about you right now.”
Jin Guangyao is fully aware he’s blushing, and he lets the soft, surprised pleasure color his voice. “Xichen-ge, I... Thank you. Thank you for coming.”
He’s rewarded with the smile he can hear when Lan Xichen says, “Of course I came, A-Yao. Of course I did.”
Of course he did. This is why Jin Guangyao can’t help but adore him---because of course he did. It probably never even occurred to Lan Xichen to avoid the scandal. He never would’ve considered it, that it might be better to neatly cut his losses and distance himself, preserve his sterling reputation, his image of moral perfection. Lan Xichen has so much to lose, and he doesn’t even seem to care.
Jin Guangyao slips into the spare room, biting his lip on the feeling that gives him---something like satisfaction, something like worry, something that digs its claws in and settles unpleasantly into his lungs. He knows how to use that, the heavy weight of it, but not when Lan Xichen’s already here, not when Jin Guangyao already has what he’d wanted, so he just sits down on the bed next to where Wei Wuxian has his face mashed into a pile of pillows. “Wei Wuxian,” he hisses. “Wei Wuxian!”
“Wangji says he’s a deep sleeper,” Lan Xichen says helpfully through the phone, and Jin Guangyao makes a face and shakes Wei Wuxian’s shoulder roughly.
“Wei Wuxian.”
“God, what, who, I hate you,” Wei Wuxian mutters. “Jiang Cheng, go away.”
“It’s Jin Guangyao.” When that gets no response beyond a confused grumble, Jin Guangyao rolls his eyes. “Your loving boyfriend.”
“...What the hell.”
Jin Guangyao shakes him again. “I need you to get the door.”
Wei Wuxian groans, rolling over. “Why can’t you get the door?”
“Because I want photos in the tabloids of you getting my door at six in the morning,” Jin Guangyao says calmly. “Also, takeout.”
“You did not get takeout this early in the morning, you---oh, no, you mean---with the shirt, and the---yeah, okay.” Wei Wuxian yawns, sitting up. “For the record, if you were actually my boyfriend, I’d dump you. Dimples and good kissing are not enough to make up for waking me up this early.”
“That’s nice,” Jin Guangyao says. “Take your shirt off.”
“You were a lot more seductive when we were drunk that one time,” Wei Wuxian grumbles, but he sits up and drags his t-shirt over his head. “Do you have one of yours for me?”
Shit. “No,” Jin Guangyao says, disgusted with himself. Exhaustion is no excuse for being this disorganized. “I’ll get one. Excuse me.”
“Don’t be stupid, just give me the one you’re wearing.”
“Oh---fine. Try to look well-fucked.”
Wei Wuxian grabs the shirt that Jin Guangyao yanks off and throws at him. “Misogyny says you’re too short for anyone to want to believe you top.”
Jin Guangyao considers resisting the urge to roll his eyes, and then he decides that Wei Wuxian prefers this kind of banter anyway and just lets it happen. “Try to look like you’ve recently had a very good orgasm.”
“Yeah, yeah, you sucked my brains out through my dick, I got it.”
Jin Guangyao shepherds him through the house, once reaching out and bodily turning him when Wei Wuxian is about to walk straight into a wall in a sleepy stupor.
“Why is anyone even at the door this early?” Wei Wuxian mutters, but does a shockingly credible job of opening it while theatrically trying to pull Jin Guangyao’s too-small shirt over his head. “Oh, Lan-dage, hey. Why are you here? Is Lan Zhan here?”
“Why would Wangji be here?” Lan Xichen says, voice wonderfully close, and Jin Guangyao belatedly remembers to hang up the phone, leaning back against the wall so that he’s far enough away that no enterprising paparazzi will be able to photograph him but close enough to hear. “Hello, Wei Wuxian.”
“I don’t know. You’re here, I thought maybe Lan Zhan---uh, sorry, ignore me, it’s too early for this. Come in, Lan-dage.”
And then Lan Xichen is ducking inside, and Wei Wuxian is closing the door, and Lan Xichen is smiling right at Jin Guangyao and dropping the handle of his bag, and Jin Guangyao suffers a catastrophic loss of self-control and finds himself somehow ten steps forward and enclosed in Lan Xichen’s arms.
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This is definitely fine, Jin Guangyao thinks, aware that he’s trying to retroactively rationalize his actions. All right, so he’d made a faint sobbing sound into Lan Xichen’s perfect chest (making Wei Wuxian develop a deathly allergy to other people having feelings in his presence and flee), and okay, so he’s currently leaning against Lan Xichen’s shoulder and having his hair gently stroked, but---well, honestly, it’s fine. Good, even, maybe. Lan Xichen likes taking care of people. Lan Xichen has always been extremely susceptible to the ‘poor, pathetic A-Yao’ gambit, more so than basically anyone else. So if Jin Guangyao has just spent ten minutes having a small breakdown while Lan Xichen ushered him into a bedroom and made soothing noises, that will probably, if anything, just tie Lan Xichen to him more tightly.
The fact that he wasn’t exactly thinking about that at the time is immaterial.
With that in mind, he sniffs a little and wipes a calculatedly surreptitious hand over his eyes as he sits up. “Sorry, Xichen-ge,” he says, looking away as if embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to---well. You just got off a plane, you probably want to clean up. I’ll make you some tea.”
Lan Xichen moves closer immediately. “Don’t be ridiculous, A-Yao. I’ve been to your house before. If I want tea, I can make it myself. You don’t have to---have to host me.”
“I have some more of the milk oolong you liked when you were last here.” In fact, he’d stocked up on it after seeing the appreciative expression on Lan Xichen’s face.
“A-Yao.”
For god’s sake, Jin Guangyao is still shirtless, since Wei Wuxian ran off with the one he’d been wearing. He darts a quick glance at Lan Xichen, just to see if that’s having any effect, but Lan Xichen is too kind to look anything other than deeply concerned and completely un-amorous. Jin Guangyao gives it up as a useless test and stands to grab a new shirt from his closet, tugging it on quickly. “I can make some food, too, if you’re hungry.”
“I’m not hungry,” Lan Xichen says immediately. He gets off the bed, stepping closer and putting his warm hands on Jin Guangyao’s shoulders. “A-Yao, it’s all right. I don’t want tea or food. I didn’t come here for that.”
No, he came here because Jin Guangyao let his act get the better of him on the phone and asked. He came here because Jin Guangyao wanted him to, and there’s a part of Jin Guangyao that, even after all these years they’ve known each other, can’t believe he doesn’t owe Lan Xichen something for that. That Lan Xichen doesn’t expect something back for that.
Everyone else, he knows what to give to keep them in his orbit. They’re all easy: Xue Chengmei and Su Minshan and Nie Huaisang and even Qin Su, all the people whose fires he puts out and complaints he sympathizes with and lives he fixes. All the people who are so reassuringly grateful to him.
But he doesn’t know what Lan Xichen wants. He knows how to act to manipulate Lan Xichen into feeling sorry for him, into saying his name so kindly, into getting on a goddamn red-eye flight from Chicago to LA---
But he he doesn’t know how to make sure Lan Xichen stays. He doesn’t know what to offer so that Lan Xichen will never change his mind.
“A-Yao,” Lan Xichen says gently, and fuck, because that means Jin Guangyao missed his cue.
He ducks his head and falls into one of his easiest roles. “Sorry, Xichen-ge,” he whispers. He lifts his hands and grips the front of Lan Xichen’s shirt, letting them shake a little bit. “Everything’s just so awful right now. I don’t even know if the thing with Wei Wuxian is going to work, and even if it does---” Lie with the truth. “Even if it does, no one’s ever going to forget.” He hears the way his voice trembles, which is a success, it’s good, it’s what he wants. “It’s already in my Wikipedia article, did you know? In the section about my personal life, right after the bit about my mother’s job. In a hundred years, after I die, do you think they’ll remember the Oscar or the incest?”
Lan Xichen doesn’t say anything for a long moment, long enough that Jin Guangyao realizes that was probably too much, too bitter, not soft and sad and accepting enough. He gets ready to make his lip quaver, to let his eyes fill with tears, but before he can, Lan Xichen says, “I don’t know how anyone could ever fail to remember every part of you.”
Jin Guangyao’s brain, already calculating the best angle to drop his eyelids to, stops dead in its tracks. “Xichen-ge?”
“I don’t see how they could forget,” Lan Xichen repeats, “and if they tried, I wouldn’t let them.” He smiles suddenly. “Besides, what about all the other Oscars?”
Jin Guangyao stares at him. “What other Oscars?”
“All the other ones you’ll have by then, of course.”
Is this really how people behave with their friends? Jin Guangyao has spent so long watching Lan Xichen keep him at a careful platonic distance that he can’t tell if he’s just seeing what he wants to, but this feels different. He licks his lips carefully, just to see, but Lan Xichen doesn’t stop staring into his eyes. “Why are you so sure I’ll have them?”
“Because I’ve seen you act,” Lan Xichen says immediately, “and because it’s you, and because I’ve known you long enough that I don’t underestimate you.”
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plan-d-to-i · 19 hours ago
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Are you in the right headspace to receive information that could possibly hurt you?
"The first time Jiang Fengmian saw him, he was kneeling on the ground, picking up fruit peels someone had discarded and eating them. Yiling’s winters and springs were very cold, but this child was wearing only a single layer of thin trousers, whose fabric had been worn to rags around the knees. His feet sported a pair of mismatched and ill-fitting shoes. The boy’s head was lowered in search of more fruit peels, but when Jiang Fengmian called him, he remembered that his name contained the word “Ying,” and lifted it up. The motion revealed a face that had been frozen until its cheeks were red and its skin was cracked, but still, the face was smiling. Jiang Fengmian fed him a piece of melon, and so he let the man take him home with him." (Chapter 24)
(ಥ﹏ಥ) Just setting aside all the other heartbreaking things in that scene, this is probably also the first time Wei Ying heard his own name in four years.
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fluff-crt · 7 hours ago
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New PV! Looking forward to August 7th~
Source: https://m.weibo.cn/5406119222/4662424157030423
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wanyinchen · 4 hours ago
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DAY AND NIGHT AU: The Universe and its Premises (Part 1)
(Sha’s Note: This is an AU that is made purely from my own brain fart, and I drew some inspirations from Chinese concepts -- I am very sorry for the utter bastardization (シ_ _)シ )
FATE is an abstract notion that guides the cosmos and the world. It is the way and compulsion of everything, and the transpiring of circumstances. 
 There are deities who can hazily see into it's countless paths; there are deities who can divine a possible outcome and pinpoint the one which would most likely happen; but no being, divine nor mortal can control it. Fate only strives to maintain equilibrium in the world,  no matter how convoluted the way and the path taken to achieve it is. Whatever happens, happens.
 At the very least, Fate is the "Point A"  and the "Point Z", it does not dictate on how agents would do it, not when, and not who would make it happen; only that this will happen. Deities have the choice on how they would react but they do not have the choice to abandon their respective Fated Duties. Fate normally send whispers, signs (i.e. fate marks), and visions to every deity to guide them to do their true duties.
FATE MARKS:
Lan Huan is the Day Incarnate who bears the Sun, and Jiang Cheng is the Night Incarnate who bears the Moon. 
Lan Huan and Jiang Cheng met as children, as their parents pushed them to meet. Their fate marks are speculated to be equal and opposite of the other. Thus they are very possible candidates to be each other's Fated Ones.
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Above: Lan Huan and Jiang Cheng are in the Heavenly Pavilion, an expanse surrounding the world, that is forever suspended in twilight with thick rose clouds. It is only accessible to the two incarnates as there is an unbreakable barrier that only recognizes their Divine Essence. The two, only mere children, are cultivating the sun and moon to make it grow in time to the Fated Day that they will formally start their Fated Duty of exchanging the sun and moon. (More on their Fated Duties soon) One can only have a distinct feeling on what their fate marks were for. Fate would often cryptically whisper, send blurred visions and provide instinct on what a deity's duty is. Fated Pairs would often feel drawn to one another and they would receive flashes of visions of each other.
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Above: Their Corporeal (or Mortal) Form before the Great Fire Primordial War and before their Divine Trial. (More on Deity Anatomy, on Divine Trials, and on the Great Fire Primordial War soon!) Lan Huan, at his coming of age, was given the courtesy name of “Xichen” which means “Chancellor of the Morning Sun” to officially accept the Title of Incarnate. Jiang Cheng, at his coming of age, was given the courtesy name of “Wanyin” which means “To Chant/Sing at Night” to officially accept the Title of Incarnate. 
Lan Huan has to wait for Jiang Cheng to also be of Age before officially doing their duties as the bearers of the Sun and Moon. Their first time to do it had Jiang Cheng sweating buckets-- he was so afraid at the prospect of messing it up. Lan Huan is exceptional in creating clouds as he has great divine control. He mastered the delicate nature of making clouds, as it is mostly condensed water vapor, and forming it requires patience, gentleness and softness. Lan Huan mostly likes to keep his clouds near his collar so he can lean and nuzzle his head on its cottony softness. (I am so sorry, everyone, LXC looks like a fucking Altaria HAHAHAHA)
Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng is very exceptional in star making because it requires focus and endurance to keep stars twinkling. (Name me a more focused and enduring MDZS character than JC, I dare you.) He is very self-conscious on how mediocre his cloud making is, and he always asks his Huan-ge to train him -- he does not have enough energy to maintain patience when cloud forming, so he usually can only manage thick wisps by his feet. 
It is actually difficult to maintain the reflection of their skies, it is a form of training their Divine Essence to become more potent and powerful. It is much more difficult in Jiang Cheng’s case, since he has to also maintain the million little stars, swirling galaxies, and other heavenly bodies in projecting the reflection. 
Reflecting the requires straining effort and constant divided attention, the more detailed the reflection is, the more the effort it takes to maintain it. The strain of maintaining it caused many extreme headaches for Jiang Cheng, which is one of the reasons on why he is grumpy most of the time and why he limits it to using his shirt or else he will really get migraines and he’ll really break someone’s legs.
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wangxianficrecs · 4 hours ago
Hi, I hope you are doing good! :D
As for the reason why I came to bother you: I had this random thought and asked myself whether or not you ever got asks for fic topes/topics/AUs for which you didn't find any fics :D
Because if you did it would be really cool to know about it and maybe see a post on that! I am kind of really curious regarding such things😂
Besides, it would surely be an interesting list people could take as prompts and then the readers would also be able to enjoy exactly what they wanted to read!😄
This is a really interesting question (and a great one from someone who takes prompts!) It sent me off to actually read @mdzs-kinkmeme's prompt FAQs, which I hadn't delved into before.
If you're looking to do a fill (meaning writing a story based on a prompt) you can go peruse reader ideas here and also at Dreamwidth's MO DAO ZU SHI KINK MEME. This fandom is very lucky to have two kinkmemes - and I should specify here that 'kinkmeme' just means a place to exchange all kinds of prompts, and is not specific to being kinky.
Off the top of my head, I feel like I've seen these answered the fewest:
wei wuxian being beautiful/desired by others with protective or jealous lan wangji and juniors
wwx or lwj being rogue cultivators (by choice or from childhood)
dark/hurtful lwj (using resentful energy/dark magic or hurting wwx by accident or on purpose)
A-Yuan being the biological child of either wwx or lwj
'characters watching their show' has come up multiple times
golden core transfer doesn't happen or happens to someone else
Does anyone want to add to this?
*Kinkmemes can be intimidating or confusing to navigate for a newbie, especially if there's a language barrier. Let them know if you need help!*
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incorrect-untamed · 19 hours ago
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LWJ: Wei Ying, when you said “magical in bed,” this wasn’t exactly what I was expecting
WWX: *holds up ace of hearts* is this your card?
LWJ, softly: holy shit
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eboyhuacheng · 18 hours ago
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diversity win: 2d Olympics host is bisexual!
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