#wen ning x mo xuanyu

[passingbypainfullyaware]

Sangcheng AU where they are all a weird FBI/police thing that i havent named yet but imma call it “the bureau” anyway and you cant stop me.

#sangcheng #wangxian #3zun #xuanli #wenqingxmianmian #2Qing #Wen Ning x mo xuanyu #Jin Ling x Lan Jingyi #Ouyang Zizhen x Lan Sizhui #Au #everyone lives au #everyone is gay #except for Ahjie and the peacock #But they are equally disastrous

[lotuuus]

✨MASTER LIST ✨

GUSU LAN

Lan Qiren

Lan Xichen

Lan Wangji

Lan Sizhui

Lan Jingyi

YUMENG JIANG

Jiang Yanli

Wei Wuxian

Jiang Cheng

QINGHE NIE

Nie Mingjue

Nie Huaisang

LANLING JIN

Jin Zixuan

Jin Guanyao

Mo Xuanyu

Jin LIng

QISHAN WEN

Wen Ruohan

Wen Chao

Wen Qing

Wen Ning

#mdzs reader insert #mdzs x reader #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji #lan xichen #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #jiang cheng #wei wuxain #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #jin ling #jin guangyao #mo xuanyu #wen ruohan #wen chao #wen qing #wen ning

[twenty-orange-balloons]

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

[mintartem]

New Sect Leader Jin Ling x Captured Wen Yuan

An AU in which Jin Ling is the 2nd legitimate son of Jin Guangshan & Madam Jin while A-Yuan is Wen Ruohan’s son and Wen Chao & Xu’s younger half brother.

Jin Ling/Rulan:

Younger than Jin Zixuan by 2 years

Friends with Jiang Cheng (bff), Wei Wuxian, and Nie Huaisang

Loves his brother but doesn’t like the fact that he was rude towards Yanli

Greater in archery than his brother

Tied with Lan Xichen in archery competition

During Sunshot Campaign, he fought alongside Jin Zixuan

One of the few people who is genuinely nice towards Jin Guangyao and treats him like a big brother, not minding his origins at all

Defends Guangyao from everyone especially to his mother and father

Tries to connect to Mo Xuanyu and Qin Su

Hated the Wens and later Wei Wuxian & Wen Ning after killing his brother

Started hating his own father and planned to kill him with Guangyao’s help (he was successful and he made Guangyao his advisor Madam Jin has no clue of this but is alive).

One of the cultivators that lead the Siege of the Burial Mounds

Kept Wen Yuan (for unknown reasons) as a war prize and to carry the sins of Wens

Wen Yuan/Sizhui:

Older than Wen Ning by few months

Closer towards Wen Ning and Qing than his own brothers

Wen Ruohan’s 2nd favorite child (1st being Wen Xu)

Sucks at archery even more than Wen Chao

He encouraged Wen Ning to join the Archery competition and even argued with Wen Chao in letting him join (he won and Wen Ning gained 5th place)

Scared of Wen Zhuliu and doesn’t understand why Wen Chao likes him

During sunshot campaign, he stayed in Nightless City

Has suspicions towards Meng Yao when he joined the Wen Clan

Was captured by the Jins along with Wen Ning

Wasn’t able to stop Wen Ning (and some others) from getting killed during their capture and meets Wei Wuxian for the first time

Is happy with his life in the Burial Mounds and is usually the one who goes down the mountain along with WN & WWX

The only survivor of the Siege of the Burial Mounds. He wasn’t killed since (1) he is the youngest and (2) Jiang Cheng kind of saw himself in him when Lotus Pier was attacked.

Kept like a prize and suffers to “carry his family’s sins”

He and Jin Ling met in the archery competition and did not get along (but in a playful sort of way)

This is inspired by this fic right here. I've been working with this piece for a while but finally, I can post it!!

#jin ling x lan sizhui #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #lan sizhui #jin ling #a yuan #wen yuan #魔道祖师 #lingzhui #zhuiling #mintartem art

[arthur-does-tingz]

NEED HELP W NAMES !

Hey y'all! I'm writing an MDZS x Miraculous fusion fic where a lot of our main cast are going to be superheroes. The main problem is that I'm having trouble thinking of titles for the superheroes (i.e. Hawkmoth, Ladybug, Cat Noir, Mayura etc.)

So far I have

Hei Mao/Cat Noir - WWX (Cat Miraculous)

Piao Chong/Ladybug - LWJ (Ladybug Miraculous)

Jade Tiger - NMJ (Tiger Miraculous)

Purple Thunder - JC (Dragon Miraculous)

And that's it, here's a list of characters with miraculous I assigned. Some of these characters won't be like main superheroes or villains but it'd be nice to have their names anyway hehe.

Nie Huaisang (Fox Miraculous)

Jiang Yanli (Turtle Miraculous)

Lan Jingyi (Ox Miraculous)

Wen Ning (Tiger Miraculous)

Lan Sizhui (Rabbit Miraculous)

Wen Qing (Snake Miraculous)

Ouyang Zizhen (Horse Miraculous)

Luo Qingyang (Goat Miraculous)

Song Lang (Monkey Miraculous)

Xiao Xingchen (Dog Miraculous)

Mo Xuanyu (Mouse Miraculous)

Jin Ling (Rooster Miraculous)

Qin Su (Pig Miraculous)

Jin Guangshan (Peacock Miraculous)

Appreciate y'all and love y'all

#mdzs #mdzs fic #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #jiang cheng

[asteria-edalyn]

Mdzs/the untamed x avatar au because I just got into the untamed - although, I’m not very far in so I don’t know the specifics and chronology of all that happens, and I’ve only watched the original avatar fully

Lan is Air, Jiang is Water, Jin is Earth, Nie is also Earth or maybe just specifically metal bending, and of course, Wen is Fire

Wwx is obviously the Avatar

I haven’t decided which element I want him to originate from, but let’s say it’s Fire, if only because his colours are red and black and he likes spicy food

No one knew he was the Avatar when he was born, because his parents were always travelling on their own, so there wasn’t any of the tests or anything

Then Jiang Fengmian brings wwx back to Yunmeng, and he starts learning along with Shijie and Jiang Cheng and discovers he can waterbend, which is entirely plausible because maybe one of his parents or ancestors was a waterbender? So they’re like ay he’s a waterbender

But for a while there’s no Avatar, and as Wen Ruohan becomes more and more tyrannical, everyone is like, where is the Avatar when we need them the most?? Let’s say the last Avatar’s original element was Earth, so they’re expecting the new Avatar to be from Wen or other Fire clans, so maybe people assume Ruohan is hiding them as his secret weapon, or have held them captive, or outright killed them

The different sects regularly invite guest disciples of other elements to their region because as Uncle Iroh said (not a direct quote), everything is connected, we can learn from each other, etc

So like they all go to the Cloud Recesses to learn their culture and forms and see how they can apply them to their own bending

And Wen Qing and Wen Ning don’t only come for the Yin Iron, because Ruohan still doesn’t know who the new Avatar is, and on the off-chance the new Avatar died unknown, the next one would be Air, hence coming to Gusu Lan to see if it’s any of them.

As wwx learns the ways of the Lan he accidentally airbends one day and uh. Shit, why can he do that?? So turns out he’s the new Avatar???? Surprise!! But luckily only a few people (who are on his side) saw it and agree to keep it a secret because revealing him would paint a giant fucking target on his back

Hehe Lan Zhan helps him with his air bending in secret which means more time for wangxian moments

Oh! And the Gusu Lan use musical instruments for their bending by manipulating the sound waves in the air? Or something?

And then I’m not too sure what happens here because I haven’t watched it yet in the untamed buuuut

Jiang Cheng losing his golden core is him losing his bending, wwx as the Avatar gives it back to him, but at the cost of severing his connection to Raava

So he can only use his bending by connecting with Vaatu - and people think he’s become a rogue/evil Avatar!!! Which I know people have always wondered about

And that slowly corrupts him and eventually people are like, the Avatar cannot be evil, we need to kill him and restart the cycle for the sake of the balance of the world

And then I haven’t quite figured out how Mo Xuanyu resurrects him into his body? Maybe we’ll stick with the whole ancient ritual thing and maybe it’s connected to Raava. I also don’t know what bender Mo Xuanyu is

Also at this point, no one knows which nation the next Avatar is coming from

Aaaaand,,,that’s as far as I got

#avatar #avatar the last airbender #avatar au #mdzs #the untamed #the untamed au #wangxian

[smartzelda]

I have no idea why I thought of this

But you can take my out of the blue mdzs angst on something I've never thought up until now

Also, mdzs spoilers

So imagine Wen Ning locked up in the Jin sect during the years WWX was dead with the nails in the back of his head, except he's completely conscious. He can't move without someone controlling him, he can't control his own body, but he can still hear and smell and see and feel and he most definitely remembers.

And so after years of being alone down there, a youth in Jin sect robes stumbles in the room, staring at him in awe.

This is Mo Xuanyu.

At first Mo Xuanyu studies Wen Ning, commenting on various visual aspects. He wonders if he's a perfect statue, but he quickly concludes that everything about him is too real to be fake. And why would the Jin sect lock up a statue in a place most people can't see just for the aesthetic? The only problem is that Wen Ning's skin is cold. He's too cold to be alive.

Did he die in prison?

No, everything is too preserved.

So somehow he decides (or figures out rather) that Wen Ning is a fierce corpse.

Eventually, he leaves.

Despite what he thought, living in the Jin sect isn't as great as Mo Xuanyu thought it was cracked up to be. He was glad his dad took him back, but the only son of Jin Guanshan anyone ever respected was Jin Zixun. Of course, rumors about him weren't as bad as the ones surrounding Jin Guangyao, so he was lucky he didn't have it as bad as he did, but he still didn't have friends to talk to, or anyone to vent to. So the next day, he came back, and he came back every day after that to see Wen Ning.

Most times he would just vent his life problems or general inconveniences. Sometimes he complains to Wen Ning about how hard it is to find a boyfriend. Sometimes he muses aloud about how he wishes Wen Ning could actually understand what he was saying.

When Mo Xuanyu is lonely (which is a lot, admittedly), he pretends Wen Ning is a good friend of little words. He dramatically tries to lean on Wen Ning or drape himself across an object, and sometimes he leans straight into Wen Ning's chest and cries.

Of course, Wen Ning could understand everything, though he could not talk back, nor could he comfort him.

Seeing Mo Xuanyu every day is the highlight of his day. Partly, it's because there's nothing else, no one else, but his empty cell, but partly because he genuinely enjoys this little dramatic gay boy.

But one day, Mo Xuanyu doesn't come back. It's the day he's kicked out of Carp Tower, and Wen Ning hasn't felt this lonely since he left WWX and the burial mounds behind to die for him with his sister and fellow sect members, and then got dragged into this dungeon instead. Wen Ning fell in love with that dramatic gay boy over those years of interactions and secrets, and now he's gone, and he misses him so much.

So now imagine when WWX calls him to the forest on that mountain. He may not be able to control himself because of the nails, but he knows WWX's playing when he hears it, and he's so happy to be out of this...dungeon. WWX came back. But then he arrives and sees WWX...

...wearing Mo Xuanyu's face.

He understands now. Mo Xuanyu was kicked out of Carp Tower, and he gave his body to bring WWX back.

But he feels so hurt. He accepted years ago that WWX wouldn't return his feelings, and he was happy that WWX had found someone like LWJ, even if WWX couldn't see his own feelings.

But now WWX is back, in the body of his second love.

One of the thoughts that runs through his head is "Now LWJ has them both, and I have no one". And he knows it's not true, but it hurts. It hurts so damn bad. He definitely won't say any of this to WWX because he really is happy for them, but he's bitter. He'll be in control of his body after WWX removes the nails, but he'll never get to run up to Mo Xuanyu and comfort him for real. He'll never get to tell him "I heard everything". And even if Mo Xuanyu didn't return his feelings, Wen Ning lost one of his only friends.

Maybe it brought back WWX in the process

Maybe everyone else is gonna be happy now

But you can't blame him for being a little bitter.

#xuaning #mo xuanyu x wen ning #mo xuanyu #wen ning x mo xuanyu #wen ning #mdzs spoilers #mdzs #the untamed spoilers #the untamed #cql spoilers #cql

[tangledinmdzs]

morning brew - mdzs characters

mdzs characters in a coffee shop au

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Nie Huaisang

ironically i can see him as like the store manager,

he’ll be everywhere, wherever anyone needed him

because he had such a witty mouth

and pretty good taste pallete on the cafe’s menu

so he’d be the person that you want to get food and drink recommendations from

whenever you stop by the cafe, if you’re lucky, you’ll catching him on his shift 

and he’d easily call out your order for you, knowing well what drink you always go for

and when you’re sat, ready to start studying or relaxing or anything at all, 

he’ll bring your drink and an extra little something, 

a muffin from the newest batch, 

the remaining slice of the sweet tart at the front of the shop,

“Huaisang, i didn’t order this,” you’d always say, grateful but a little shy about accepting it,

and he’d simply smile, 

“it’s on the house,” his easy reply and a wave as he returns to the rest of the cafe

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Mo Xuanyu 

it’d be hard to have a glimpse of him,

since he’d be hiding in the kitchen making all the cute little cupcakes and muffins for the shop

the only reason that you really know him is that sometimes, he’ll be manning the register on the cafe’s more relaxed, less busy hours

or when it’s almost closing time

when you’d stop in the cafe, tired, hungry and drenched from the outside rain,

he was kind enough to let you come in and seat yourself at the shop even though it was 15 mins to closing time 

even brings you a warm scone, with the drink that you ordered

even though the pastry shelves at the front of the shop are empty

and in the quiet of closing time,

you eating your scone,

watching Mo Xuanyu sweep and push in the chairs for the day

it’s a new kind of ambiance

that brings you much needed calm after a hard day

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

Wen Ning

you can definitely find him manning the cash register, 

honestly he’s one of the most timid baristas you’d ever meet

but boy makes a mean cappuccino 

and since you come around the cafe a lot, 

Wen Ning will also be the type to inadvertently just remember your order

but like even though he remembers he still asks you all the time

like he’d be overthinking, wondering if you would think he was weird for remembering your order specifically 

but like, he’s a barista it’s part of his job to remember orders

Wen Ning has a little crush on you and he doesn’t quite know what to do about it

but well, 

if your orders are made a bit more sweeter,

with a bit more care 

Wen Ning hopes that you can taste it on your daily walk to work, 

hopes that one day, you’ll open the top of the coffee macchiato and see the foam heart he draws for you every time 

#mdzs #mdzs headcanons #mdzs reader insert #mdzs x reader #mdzs x y/n #mdzs wen ning x reader #mdzs nie huaisang x reader #mdzs mo xuanyu x reader #mdzs modern au #mdzs au #cql x reader #the untamed x reader #tangledwriting

[chupenguin]

Art dump cos I forfot Tumbrl exist lol (I´m more active in Twitter this days  @Moon_Penguinn)

But: Wen Siblings ice skate au, Quan Yizhen, Mo Xuanyu in a skirt, Lan Jingyi Nie heir, XueYu and a Xue Yang redraw

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #cql #grand master of demonic cultivation #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heavens official blessing #hob #xue yang #xue chengmei #mo xuanyu #xueyu #xue yang x mo xuanyu #lan jiangy #wen ning #wen qing #wen qionglin #Quan Yizhem #chu draws #mdzs fanart #tgcf fanart

[theheartofthekoko]

-Ash, Tracy K. Smith // insp (x)

[id: eighteen gifs from “The Untamed”, each with text overlaid. They are as follows: Nie Mingjue chained up and shaking his head, “Strange house we must keep and fill.”, Wei Wuxian reaching out for the sword covered in resentful energy, “House that eats and pleads and kills.”, Luo Qingyang walking away from the Jin sect, “House on legs.”, Wen Qing standing behind a fire, “House on fire.”, Jiang Yanli looking up at Jin Zixuan in his arms, “House infested / With desire.”, Wen Ning reacting to Wei Wuxian playing the dizi, “Haunted house.”, Lan Sizhui looking away, “Lonely house.”, Xiao Xingchen reading Song Lan’s sword name, “House of trick and suck and shrug.”, Jin Zixuan hiding a lotus flower behind his back, “Give-it-to-me house. I-need-you-baby house.”, Xue Yang with his hands on his head, “House whose rooms are pooled with blood.”, Nie Huaisang holding Jin Guangyao’s bloody hat, “House with hands. / House of guilt.”, Jin Ling holding out his shaking sword, “House / That other houses built.”, Jin Guangyao holding his hands behind his back, “House of lies / And pride and bone.”, Lan Xichen curling his fist and closing his eyes beside Jin Guangyao, “House afraid to be alone.”, Jiang Cheng collapsing and crying after talking about his golden core, “House like an engine that churns and stalls.”, Song Lan crying, “House with skin and hair for walls.”, Lan Wangji alone in the cold pond cave, “House the seasons singe and douse.”, Mo Xuanyu’s spirit standing above Wei Wuxian, “House that believes it is not a house.” /end id]

#asiancinemasource #theuntameddaily #the untamed #cql #mdzs #theuntamededit #cqledit #mdzsedit #my edit #i am NOT tagging all of the characters because come on #long post #blood cw #fire cw #also someone remind me next time to not do these long edits because then you have to combine gifs and it's So Hard to make the quality good #which is infuriating #anyway i'm obsessed with this poem and said it aloud enough times to memorize it #also shoutout to lorri of course for giving me the ideas for who to put for a couple of these especially jin ling who fits perfectly i thin

[featherfur]

Right In Front Of Wei Wuxian's Salad!

Words: 1.7k Relationships: Jiang Cheng x Wen Ning Characters: Jiang Cheng, Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian Warnings: Some description of violence, cursing, Jiang Cheng and Wen Ning are over 4,000 years old at this point

AO3

It had been a weird month and a half for Wei Wuxian. Well it had been until he’d gotten his memories back and in the grand scheme of his three lives, wasn’t that weird. Honestly, dying and being reborn without his memories only to be kidnapped when a ghost realized he was the Yiling Patriarch once and then being saved by his apparently now immortal brother and Wen Ning didn’t really land on the scale of weird shit. Watching them flirt though? Wei Wuxian wasn't even sure if he was still awake.

It had been a weird month and a half for Wei Wuxian. Well it had been until he’d gotten his memories back and in the grand scheme of his three lives, wasn’t that weird. Honestly, dying and being reborn without his memories only to be kidnapped when a ghost realized he was the Yiling Patriarch once and then being saved by his apparently now immortal brother and Wen Ning didn’t really land on the scale of weird shit.

Learning that ghosts and spirits still existed and that the Sects still existed but secretly? Nope.

Crafting a new golden core with a fresh body while finishing final exams of College? Not that strange.

Getting his memories back of his last two lives when Jiang Cheng transferred some spiritual energy to try and explain how using it worked? Okay, a bit weird but atleast he wasn’t Mo Xuanyu this time.

Learning that his hot ex is actually a reincarnated Lan Zhan? Heartbreaking but not weird. (He was already planning on getting back with him, because talk about the one that got away, but now he really had to. He’d lost him early three fucking times. He was going to grow old with Lan Zhan in one of these lives goddamn it.)

Watching his brother drape himself over Wen Ning trying to grab his phone from him? So fucking weird. The weirdest thing that had ever happened to him. And he was inside the Tortoise of Slaughter’s stomach!

Jiang Cheng looked so incredibly comfortable, sitting on the step above Wen Ning at the local park. His chest was completely pressed against Wen Ning’s back, arms around his neck and swatting at the phone.

“Catch the Poochyena, catch it- Dammit, stop- Why do you never catch the pokemon I want?” Jiang Cheng growled as Wen Ning effortlessly dodged.

“I want Roselia.” Wen Ning said simply before he noticed Wuxian’s staring and smiled at him.

Wuxian gave him a strained smile back.

The last memory he had before he died had been Wen Ning’s hands on Jiang Cheng’s throat and Sandu through Wen Ning’s stomach. Zidian was wrapped around Wen Ning, electrocuting him as others dragged him off of Jiang Cheng. Blood had been everywhere, Lan Zhan’s dying screams echoing in Wei Wuxian’s ears and his last thought was the realization that the last of his family were going to kill each other because of a Ghostly1 trick.

“So…” Wuxian started slowly, getting Jiang Cheng’s attention this time. Jiang Cheng looked so relaxed. Forget the cuddling part, this was even weirder. Even at the best of times, Jiang Cheng had never been able to relax a day in his life and yet there was a half smile haunting his lips like they were kids again.

Wen Ning took advantage of Jiang Cheng’s distraction and clicked out of the app, thumbing over to another one to Jiang Cheng’s annoyance. Wen Ning smirked slightly, deftly moving the phone out of the way like this was a game they played every day.

“When did you two start liking each other?” Wei Wuxian couldn’t help the teasing tone. As strange as this was, and as much as he hurt from their last goodbye, he was absolutely giddy at the realization that they were alive and happy and managed to like each other! And probably even more? His best friend and his brother managing to both find love and be happy after all the shit they’d lived through? How could Wuxian not be absolutely delighted?

His words were met with two identical looks of horror.

It did absolutely nothing to stop the excitement Wei Wuxian felt, he had eyes. He also had sixty years of knowing Jiang Cheng and Jiang Cheng did not cuddle someone he didn’t love. Not even mentioning that Wen Ning was teasing him, and Wei Wuxian didn’t even know Wen Ning could tease like this, Jiang Cheng had unlocked a surprise trait!

“I know you got your memory back! How much of a fucking dumbass are you? I didn’t realize I forgot-” Jiang Cheng wheezed as Wen Ning’s elbow drove straight into his stomach, the fierce corpse turning to scowl at him.

“Don’t talk to Master Wei like that.” Wen Ning said shortly, glowering at Jiang cheng. Four thousand years and he was still impossibly loyal, Wei Wuxian wanted to squeeze his cheeks. What did he ever do to get someone like Wen Ning in his life?

Jiang Cheng’s knee ground into Wen Ning’s back in response, a growl already rising up.

“Master Wei this, Master Wei that.” He sneered without an ounce of venom, “I haven’t been able to have a dog in four thousand years because of him. I can call him a dumbass. It’s a fair trade.”

Wei Wuxian opened his mouth to ask why Jiang Cheng couldn’t get a dog when he died, clearly after the first thousand years it became obvious he wasn’t coming back right? Then he closed it, after all, he did manage to come back four thousand years later. Again not in the way anyone expected, he was good like that.

Wen Ning just elbowed Jiang Cheng in the stomach again, looking pleased with himself when Jiang Cheng grunted. Whatever else Jiang Cheng was going to say was swallowed into a grumble against Wen Ning’s neck as he swiped the phone this time and re-opened the Pokemon Go app.

Wen Ning didn’t seem to find anything strange about it, leaning back until Jiang Cheng was bearing his weight instead.

“Okay… then when did you two decide not to kill each other?” Wei Wuxian tried, he seriously needed to know everything. How the fuck did these two end up together after that blood bath? Exactly how close were they? How much juicy drama had happened?? He’d been dead for a few thousand years, he wanted the tea!

“When his ex came back as a ghost and said if he died of loneliness, she’d kill us both.” Wen Ning chirped, the slight smirk on his lips getting a little bigger as he tried to suppress it. Jiang Cheng growled, eyebrows scrunched together in his signature glare… and then it turned into a pout as he pressed his check against Wen Ning’s neck to hide his face.

“Stop fucking bringing that up,” Jiang Cheng grumbled and glanced over at Wei Wuxian. “She wasn’t my ex.”

Wuxian couldn’t even focus on the idea that his brother might have managed to have romantic feelings more than once in existence, he was too busy trying to figure out what the hell he was looking at.

Jiang Cheng was even more wrapped around Wen Ning now, his arms now around his shoulders and holding Wen Ning against his chest so he couldn’t reveal the pout on the great Sandu Sengshou’s face.

Despite Wuxian’s absolute confusion about what was going on, Wen Ning was completely at ease. He wasn’t bothered by Jiang Cheng’s octopus-like hug and simply turned his cheek so it was pressed against Jiang Cheng’s. He completely ignored Jiang Cheng’s grumble about blocking his line of sight to his phone, eyes soft and fond like he’d forgotten Wei Wuxian was even in the area.

(Was this how everyone else felt when he and Lan Zhan had looked at each other? Suddenly Jin Ling’s complaints made more sense.)

“You wanted her to be your ex.” Wen Ning said as if he wasn’t aware he was poking a sleeping bear.

Predictably, Jiang Cheng reared back and bared his teeth. Wuxian almost expected to see him bite the hell out of Wen Ning’s face like a snake.

“And?” Jiang Cheng said hotly. “You wanted to fuck my brother, whats your fucking point?”

Wuxian was absolutely certain he’d been forgotten as Wen Ning turned to face Jiang Cheng, the fondest look he’d ever seen on the fierce corpse’s face. The smirk was gone now, replaced with a lopsided smile, but the teasing tone remained.

“No point, but I finally got you to admit it, Xiao Xingchen lost the bet.” Wen Ning said but Wuxian wasn’t paying that much attention.

Did Jiang Cheng have a second brother? One of his disciples perhaps? Jiang Cheng did adopt a few into the clan so maybe Wen Ning had a crush on one of them??

“I’m going to kill you both. Slowly. With Zidian.” Jiang Cheng said, a reverberating growl lacing his words like a warning and Wuxian’s attention snapped back to the conversation. “Stop making bets on my love life.”

“Your wannabe love life, never managed to get one to not die before you confessed did you?” Wen Ning’s voice was so cheerful that Wuxian nearly leapt across the staircase to hold Jiang Cheng back.

Four thousand years together and Wen Ning was going to actively piss off the guy who would kill him for sport? Wuxian could see the bloodbath waiting to happen and opened his mouth to intercede-

Only for Jiang Cheng to sigh, grumpy annoyance was the only thing on his face as he dropped it back into Wen Ning’s neck. He nuzzled against it for a second, trying to get the long hair out of the way of his nose before settling.

“And yet,” he drawled and Wuxian swore his lips were trying to smile, “here you are. Still fucking alive.”

Wen Ning’s smile exploded into a grin, turning until his lips could brush over Jiang Cheng’s temple.

“Technicalities are a bitch.”

“Wait!” Wuxian yelped, staring at them. Who taught Wen Ning to say bitch and what the absolute fuck was Wuxian witnessing?

“I thought you two didn’t like each other?” Wuxian said when he realized they were both staring at him in surprise.

Their faces turned immediately to confusion.

“Because… we don’t?” Wen Ning said slowly, like Wuxian wasn’t getting it.

Wuxian opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

He had no idea how to even start to decipher this shit and he just wasn’t going to try. If the two of them couldn’t figure it out after four thousand years of looking at each other like that, Wuxian wasn’t going to be the one to break it to them that they did in fact like each other. He was going to find Lan Xichen, maybe he’d be willing to break the news.

“Wei Wuxian, maybe you should go lay down.” Jiang Cheng said, eyes narrowed worriedly.

Wuxian was so going to lock him and Wen Ning in a closet until they made out. Just as a fuck you for making him have to see this… cannoodling.

#Jiang Cheng #mdzs #the untamed #Wen Ning #chengning #Ningcheng #wen qionglin #Wei Wuxian #mdzs fanfic #danny writes #Look if Chengning arent being assholes while in love are they really Chengning? #Both of them are well aware at this point that neither of them will hurt the other but they like to rile each other up #and YES Jiang Cheng's little 'and yet you're still alive' is a huge accidental flirt but it melts Wen Ning every time even if he wont admit #I might do something from their pov but we'll see how i feel my hands are hurting so bad lol #If Jiang Cheng isn't cuddling Wen Ning then Wen Ning will interuppt whatever Jiang Cheng is doing and wiggle his way until they're smushed #together #Wei Wuxian thinks it's Jiang Cheng's cuddly ass doing it but it's actually Wen Ning #Not to say that Jiang Cheng isn't also very touchy #he just tends to be touchy like *touch*y with a hand or leg touching Wen Ning #whereas Wen Ning realized around year 200 that Jiang Cheng's love language was touch and that Jiang Cheng gives out the absolute #best hugs in the history of fucking ever and decided that he would be receiving the hugs of the gods forever #even if it meant he had to force Jiang Cheng into it by lying about being cold despite not being able to feel cold #(Jiang Cheng knows he cant feel cold and yet... for some ooooddd reason he lets Wen Ning do it... No idea why...) #I love idiot assholes in love guys #they're so fun

[twenty-orange-balloons]

Photos that remind me of MDZS characters pt. 27

Wei Wuxian -

Mo Xuanyu -

WangXian -

Xue Yang -

Jiang Yanli -

Ouyang Zizhen -

Lan Jingyi -

Nie Huaisang -

XuanLi and Yunmeng Bros -

Wei Wuxian and Wen Ning -

{x}

#mdzs #the untamed #cql #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #nie huaisang #jiang yanli #jin zixuan #xuanli #lan jingyi #ouyang zizhen #xue yang #mo xuanyu #photos that remind me of mdzs characters

[taizi]

out past the shallow breakers

the untamed pairing: jiang cheng & wei ying, jiang cheng & lan sizhui word count: 3148 read on ao3

x

“He died!”

The words ring loud, sharp—in the pavilion where they’re taking their evening meal, surrounded on all sides by untroubled water, the words seem to carry for miles.

It’s unlike Lan Sizhui to raise his voice at all, much less to raise it toward a senior. His hands, resting politely on his knees under the table, have curled into fists.

“Everyone goes on and on as though baba has so much to atone for,” Lan Sizhui says, each word lurching from his throat like a line of fierce corpses shambling through brush. “What more is there for him to give? What more do you want? He died.”

Jin Ling is staring at his friend as though he’s never seen him fully before. On Lan Sizhui’s other side, Wei Wuxian’s expression is shifting rapidly from alarm to comprehension. His gray eyes are full of a painful understanding.

“Sizhui ah,” Wei Wuxian says, touching the boy’s shoulder. “Come take a walk with me.”

Jerking his head in a nod, Lan Sizhui pushes to his feet and then pauses there. His Gusu Lan whites, those extra lines and layers that denote him a member of the main family, ghost elegantly around him when he lowers himself in a bow that is every inch deep that it needs to be and not one inch deeper.

“Sect Leader Jiang, this disciple apologizes,” he says. The cheerful ‘shushu’ of earlier that morning might as well be a memory of another life. “My behavior was unworthy.”

He doesn’t grit it out, the way Jin Ling would probably have had to. It doesn’t even seem to cost him any pride.

For one, single, impossible moment, it’s as though Jiang Yanli is standing there, making her apologies to their mother for her brothers’ sake, to spare them any pain she could. It didn’t matter that the blame wasn’t hers. It didn’t cost her any pride, either.

But Jiang Yanli didn’t have a chance to be a part of her nephew’s life, as much as she would have wanted to be. This likeness isn’t hers, not truly. Wei Wuxian was always more like his sister than he or Jiang Cheng were ready to admit.

“Forget it,” Jiang Cheng says. His voice is hoarse, but in the stillness of the water and the silence of the pavilion, it carries, too. “Go on.”

Wei Wuxian shepherds his son from the table. He glances back at Jiang Cheng once, a grimace of apology on his face, but then Lan Sizhui’s hand finds the trailing black hem of Wei Wuxian’s sleeve and clutches to it, and that steals all of Wei Wuxian’s attention as easily as a slap or a shout might have.

The moment they’re gone, Jin Ling lets out a breath he must have been holding, and rounds on his other uncle with wide eyes.

“What did you say?” Jin Ling blurts. “I wasn’t really paying attention, but it didn’t sound like—I mean, it sounded normal.”

Jiang Cheng is still staring at the place Lan Sizhui had stood.

The last living remnant of a persecuted clan, so much an amalgamation of his two fathers that it didn’t make sense that one of them had been dead for most of his young life—holding a grudge and bowing his head at the same time. Lan Wangji, in Jiang Cheng’s experience, has never once let something go that he could nurse icy resentment for instead. Wei Wuxian has always choked down hurt like it was second nature, no matter that it must feel like swallowing nails every time.

It was a normal conversation, but perhaps that’s exactly why Lan Sizhui couldn’t bear another second of it.

“He died,” Lan Sizhui had said, as raw as a fresh wound, or one that kept getting torn open again before it could heal. “What more do you want?”  

#

“Ah, Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian says the next morning, meeting him in the courtyard. “Did you sleep well?”

He’s smiling with a certain nervous energy that Jiang Cheng can only pick out because he spent the formative years of his life raising and being raised by his siblings. To an outsider, there probably wouldn’t be a single visible chink in that cheerful armor.

Jiang Cheng, for all his failings, isn’t an outsider. Not quite. The door between them is closed—has been closed for years, almost decades—but Wei Wuxian isn’t the one who closed it. There almost certainly isn’t a lock or talisman keeping Jiang Cheng from forcing it open again.

It won’t come open again easily. There is so much stacked in the way. Hurt and betrayal and grief throw their weight into keeping it shut, weighing it down on either side.

But—

“What more do you want?” Lan Sizhui had asked.

“Fine,” Jiang Cheng forces out. Wei Wuxian blinks, as if he didn’t expect a forthright answer, or any answer at all. Something about his open surprise at the barest scrap of civility makes Jiang Cheng add, “If you’re awake this early, you didn’t sleep at all.”

His brother takes the opening for what it is, and bends into character. “Oh! You know me so well!”

Mo Xuanyu’s body is smaller, slighter, than the body that Wei Wuxian was born into, and his face is not quite the same, but Wei Wuxian’s mannerisms shine through so clearly that it’s easy to look past everything else. Even the way he stands still is entirely his own, his whole body vibrating with the necessary focus it takes to keep from bursting into movement again.

He is so familiar. The most familiar thing in Jiang Cheng’s entire, almost-empty life.

“I’m sorry about last night,” Wei Wuxian says. The words spill from his mouth like river pebbles, scattering around their feet. There’s that echo of their jiejie again, smiling around I’m sorry. “Don’t hold it against him, please. He’s so young, and he’s struggling to make sense of some things. He was happy that you invited him to Lotus Pier.”

The past-tense makes Jiang Cheng want to flinch, but he doesn’t. He just stands there in the peach pink morning and absorbs the beginning of a goodbye.

“So you’re leaving, then?” he mutters.

“I think we’ve definitely worn out our welcome this time,” Wei Wuxian says, easily shouldering the blame for everyone else’s bad behavior. They might as well be twelve years old again, kneeling here in the courtyard under Madam Yu’s furious eyes. “But it’s alright! Wen Ning sent word that he’s waiting for us outside of Yunmeng and Sizhui is eager to see him. We’ll go find some trouble to get into before we head back home.”

He won’t say a word about this change of plans to his husband, but Lan Wangji will still find out—whether Lan Sizhui tells him, or Wen Ning, or he just picks up something from Wei Wuxian through osmosis—and the next cultivator conference will be excruciating. And if the Jiang clan gets anything out of it, it won’t be anything good. And Jiang Cheng will feel slighted and angry for months, until the next time Wei Wuxian swings by for a visit. And having his brother nearby will soothe an ache in the pit of Jiang Cheng’s chest that he’s able to ignore all the rest of the time. And then, inevitably, Wei Wuxian will look wistfully at the water, or linger for too long by the flowers their sister liked best, or bring some other manner of ghost to the dinner table, and Jiang Cheng will lash out because it’s the only way he knows how to handle hurt. And then Wei Wuxian will extract himself and go home to Cloud Recesses early, and Lan Wangji will rightly guess why. And it just never fucking ends, does it?

The grief he carries around with him—he’s not wrong to carry it. It’s his. He was hurt, time and again, by a person he used to count on not to hurt him. He’s two times an orphan; once when his parents died, and again when his siblings did. He had to rebuild his home from the ground up, by himself, with his own two hands. Everything he has is what he was able to dig out of the dirt and ashes.

It isn’t Wei Wuxian’s fault that Lotus Pier fell. It isn’t his fault that the Wens were persecuted, that they had nowhere else to turn for protection. And it isn’t—

This one hurts; this one comes away bleeding. Jiang Cheng forces himself through it anyway.

It isn’t Wei Wuxian’s fault that Yanli died.

She died for him, but he didn’t ask her to.

Jiang Cheng feels his brother’s golden core thrumming inside his chest, hyper-aware of it now in a way he rarely was before—how it feels the way the sun looks in the morning, warm and brilliant and spilling color across the dull gray of dawn.

He didn’t ask Wei Wuxian to cut himself open for Jiang Cheng’s sake. He can’t be blamed for his brother’s choices. And if that’s true (and it has to be true or Jiang Cheng will go insane) then Wei Wuxian can’t be blamed for their sister’s choice, either. Yanli died for Wei Wuxian because she loved him, and Wei Wuxian gave Jiang Cheng his golden core because he loved him, and Jiang Cheng never moved on and never let go because he loved them, too.

They weren’t raised to love softly or quietly. Love between the three of them was always fierce, like a wild animal baring its teeth. Clinging to each other in a world that wanted to rip them apart. Even Yanli, who smiled and spoke with such sweetness, went to war because her brothers were there.

“What more do you want?” Lan Sizhui had asked.

Jiang Cheng lifts his head. Wei Wuxian is already looking at him, poised, as ever, to leave the moment Jiang Cheng gives him any indication that he should, like a bird ready to fling itself into flight. His brother, dead for thirteen years and back again, and only sometimes-welcome in the place he used to call home. Only sometimes-wanted by the person who used to be his family.

In a world full of people missing people they’ll never see again, Wei Wuxian is a miracle that Jiang Cheng is entirely unworthy of.

He’s right to carry his grief, because it’s his. But he wouldn’t be wrong—it wouldn’t be a betrayal—if he chose to set it down.

“You find trouble as easy as breathing,” he says, speaking through his heart, where it’s lodged in his throat, “so that shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Maligned!” Wei Wuxian cries with an air of great sorrow. “Blatantly maligned, by my own flesh and blood!”

Jiang Cheng can’t say what he wants to say. He can’t find the words. There’s only so much of himself he can dig up and expose like raw nerves before the pain of it becomes overwhelming, and he reacts to the hurt the way he always does, and shoves Wei Wuxian away.

“Don’t forget to say goodbye to Jin Ling, or he’ll never forgive you,” Jiang Cheng settles for. “And I’ll be the one stuck hearing about it.”

“I would never forget my favorite nephew,” Wei Wuxian says easily.

“And if you fuck up, and get yourself into a stupid mess,” Jiang Cheng adds, before he loses his nerve, “don’t let me hear about it from someone else.”

For a moment, Wei Wuxian doesn’t seem to know what to say.

“What if it’s very stupid?” he finally asks, his voice at once both faint and painfully fond.

“What else is new?” Jiang Cheng snaps. “Just send for me, and I’ll come.”

Above them, the pink and orange of fresh dawn make way for vivid blue. As Jiang Cheng stands in his childhood home with his only brother, while the market comes to life outside the walls and the breeze sweeps the smell of lotus flowers and scallion pancakes through the courtyard, the years seem to fall away. For a brief, uninterrupted moment, they’re both back where they belong.

“Aiyah, shidi,” Wei Wuxian says. “Of course you will.”

#

The next time Jiang Cheng sees Lan Sizhui is at the cultivation conference in Gusu, two months later.

The boy smiles politely but greets him as ‘Sect Leader Jiang’ again, and next to him, Jiang Cheng can feel Jin Ling wince. Lan Sizhui’s counterpart, the wildly opinionated and deeply un-Lan-like Lan Jingyi is giving him a frank, up-and-down appraisal.

“I mean, I’ll give it to you,” he says baldly. “You’re brave. Like, if Hanguang-jun hated me as much as he hated you, I just wouldn’t show up. You couldn’t pay me to show up.”

“Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui says at length.

“No, I know. I’m just saying. Young Mistress,” he adds, sweeping into a deep, performative bow in front of Jin Ling, “if you’ll come with me, your presence is earnestly awaited by Young Master Ouyang in the library pavilion.”

“Shut up, Jingyi, I swear,” Jin Ling snaps, but he lets himself be herded away with only a single worried glance back at his uncle.

Lan Sizhui is gazing up at Jiang Cheng with a complicated expression. Even though the explosive anger of that disastrous dinner doesn’t seem likely to make a reappearance, there is still something troubled in his eyes.

“I wanted to apologize, shushu,” the boy says slowly. “Properly, that is. For the way I spoke to you last time.”

Ah. So the stiffness isn’t born of lingering irritation, but worry. These Lans, Jiang Cheng thinks, with significantly less venom than he’s used to thinking of the Lan sect with.

He has a well of patience for his nephews that has never run dry. Jin Ling has stretched it nearly to the limit, more than once, but it will take Lan Sizhui more than one emotional outburst to come even close. Given that they’ve only been family (for given value of the word) for a short while, it makes sense that Lan Sizhui wouldn’t know that.

“It wasn’t you that I was angry with, not really,” Lan Sizhui says, explaining when Jiang Cheng has already largely guessed. “I know that you care about baba in your own way, even if a-die doesn’t think so. But—there are—”

His young face folds in frustration, less remarkably than Jin Ling’s does when he’s having a snit, but just a creased forehead speaks volumes in this repressed sect.

“There are other people. Who say similar things. And they don’t mean it the way you mean it.”

Jiang Cheng knows that. He attended those meetings, too.

“And let me guess,” he says, “my idiot brother doesn’t want you speaking up for him.”

Lan Sizhui’s mouth twists. “He says that he did horrible things, and those people are well within their rights to feel about him however they want to feel about him. But—he did good, too. He protected my clan, even though he had to do it alone. I don’t remember very much,” he goes on, slightly quieter, “but I know that he made the Burial Mounds a warm and safe place for me. I know that I never felt scared or cold or hungry when I was there with him. And I don’t think most people could have done that.”

Jiang Cheng boxes up the involuntary pain that swells into place at the poking of this half-healed wound, and gives himself a moment to organize a reply. Talking to the mind-healer his chief physician recommended to him has helped a lot, not that he’ll give that smug witch the satisfaction of admitting it.

“Wei Wuxian hurt a lot of people, but so did everyone else,” he says when he’s certain he can say it without losing his composure. “We were at war. None of us are blameless. He was just the most convenient scapegoat. He still is.”

Lan Sizhui’s eyes are bright with vindication. He was born a Wen and raised a Lan, but there’s a streak of Jiang in there, too, Jiang Cheng thinks with pride. It’s that love that Jiang Cheng recognizes, the same kind of love that he and jiejie and Wei Wuxian had cultivated between them since they were children—the vicious, untamed kind of love that marches to war and claws its way up from hell and clings too hard to things it rightly should let go of.

“It isn’t fair,” Lan Sizhui says.

“No,” Jiang Cheng allows. “It isn’t.”

#

Wei Wuxian waves animatedly at Jiang Cheng from across the room, even though it makes Lan Qiren scowl at him. It’s reminiscent of every single stuffy banquet they had to sit through as kids, making faces at one another when Madam Yu’s eyes were turned away.

Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes in return, and Wei Wuxian lights up like he’s been handed a pile of gold. Lan Wangji gazes at him with a tenderness that would be absolutely absurd if Wei Wuxian didn’t actually deserve every scant inch of it that got sent his way, and even though the entire cultivation world is waiting, he spares a moment to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Wei Wuxian’s ear.

Sect Leader Yao scoffs, a bit too loudly. “Shameless upstart.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes turn so sharp so fast that it promises violence.

Before he can say anything that starts another war, Jiang Cheng turns fully around in his seat.

“Problem?” he asks shortly.

Baffled, Sect Leader Yao’s gaze skates around the room for a moment before landing back on Jiang Cheng.

“If you have something to say about my brother,” Jiang Cheng says, his voice a snarl, zidian sparking on his arm, “say it so that I can hear you.”

“Ah, this meeting is off to such a lively start,” Wei Wuxian says into the ominous stillness of the room. “Shidi, you’re so energetic, why don’t you kick things off?”

It would be the first time in his career that he’s the first to speak at a conference. Openly disbelieving, Jiang Cheng looks from his brother to Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji’s eyes are narrowed, but not as though he’s sizing Jiang Cheng up for a coffin, which is how he usually sizes him up. All he does is tip his head incrementally, conceding the floor to him.

Gods. It’s that simple.

“You are really not a difficult person, are you?” Jiang Cheng says aloud.

“No,” Lan Wangji agrees, this force of nature who turned the world upside down and challenged every single person in it, who would do so again and again and again, just to be able to sit there and hold Wei Wuxian’s hand.

And then, in the closest the two of them have ever come to an understanding, Lan Wangji adds, “Neither are you.”

#mo dao zu shi #the untamed #yunmeng shuangjie #jiang cheng #wei ying #lan sizhui #mdzs #wangxian #my writing #mdzs fic

[wangxianmarriedwithason]

What Social Media I think MDZS Characters Would Use

(a very random post) 

Jin Zixuan: Quora

Jiang Yanli: Pinterest 

Jiang Cheng: Twitter  

Lan Xichen: Tumblr (and we all know his ships, too) 

Wen Qing: Instagram 

Wen Ning: Youtube 

Lan Qiren: Facebook 

Mo Xuanyu: Grindr

Jin Guangyao: Reddit 

Lan Jingyi: Discord 

Xue Yang: Tiktok (idk why) 

Lan Sizhui: Goodreads 

Jin Ling: MyHeritage.com 

MianMian: Crunchyroll 

Nie Huaisang: DeviantArt 

Lan Wangji: Wattpad (Wei Wuxian x Y/N fics ofc) 

Wei Wuxian: Club Penguin. 

#MDZS #The Untamed #Imagines #OTP #Wangxian #incorrect quotes #Things they would say #a thread #fanfiction #memes #types of social media #mo dao su zhi

[sweetygirl90]

Entonces sí conoce "MDZS" ❤💙 sabía que usted no me fallaría Dulce)¿¿ , Quiénes son sus personajes favoritos? Sus ships/otps favoritos ? Momento favorito de la historia?

JAJA es que Dulce siempre jota nunca injota.

Mis personajes favoritos pues... Tengo unos favoritos, claro que sí, pero es obvio quiénes son, y si no lo es pues aquí los dejo.

Y QUÉ OTRA PAREJA NO AMARÍA MÁS QUE ESTA, AAAAAAAAA

Aunque también me mama el Niecest, Mo Xuanyu x Lan-Zhan/Wei Ying/Lan Huan, el Wei Ying x Wen Ning/Wen Qing/Yanli/Nie Huaisang, Nie Huaisang x Wen Qing (Porque se confirmó que a ese man le gustan dominatrix jsjsjs), Wencest porque eso nunca puede faltar, Xiao Xingchen x Song Lan, de los pollitos de Wei Ying tengo variadas pero aún no me decido, y tengo una que es súper crack que es Madam Yu y Nie Mingjue.

Esta última surgió porque sé que la mayoría de mujeres le temen a Mingjue así como los hombres no quieren estar con Madam Yu por lo empoderada que es, y ya que ambos están en el mismo nivel creo que serían una pareja increíble ;;;;

No pongo las ships con Jiang Cheng porque el conchasumadre todavía me cae mal(?)

En cuanto a mis momentos favoritos... ESTE SIN DUDA ES UNO DE ELLOS.

Todos los momentos con Lan-Zhan ebrio me hicieron reír un montón xD También cuando Wuxian tuvo su primera noche en los recesos de las nubes después de revivir y no lograba repugnar a Lan-Zhan, la escena donde Wen Ning ya indignado del trato de Jiang Cheng hacia su joven amo le confronta y le cuenta el sacrificio que él hizo por él (CHINGA TU MADRE, JIANG CHENG), cuando Wuxian descubre lo que ocultaba la secta Jin, el final trágico de Xiao XingChen y A-Qing, cuando se revela que todo fue confabulación de Nie Huaisang (LA PUTA MADRE, TE AMOOOO) y cómo no cada maldito momento desde que los tenían cautivos y Lan-Zhan y Wei Ying sE CONFESARON SU AMOR, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

El que más me rompió el alma fue cuando A-Yuan recordó todo lo que vivió con Wei Ying y Lan-Zhan. Estaba como una loca pensando que sería un secreto que se llevarían todos a la tumba y eNTONCES ÉL DICE QUE SE ACUERDA Y LLORÉ.

Tengo muchos momentos favoritos, es difícil elegir :(

#ask #answer #sweetgirl90 #mo dao zu shi

[tangledinmdzs]

close enough - mdzs character hcs

when you watch a scary movie with these characters

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Wen Ning

when you yelp, nearly spilling the popcorn everywhere and latch onto Wen Ning’s arm, 

he can’t help but sigh at you,

“if this is too scary we can-”

“nope nope, keep it on. i told Wei Wuxian that i would get through this stupid movie and i’m going to get through this stupid movie,” you say, with a lot more determination than he thought you would have 

Wen Ning sighs at you again,

and moves the throw pillow from your lap before the next jump scare comes on

just because it’s called a throw pillow doesn’t mean it needs to be thrown

and Wen Ning is a great sport about it, even though he knows that after you finish this movie

you’re probably gonna have nightmares that last all throughout the night

but hey,

at the very least,

when you knock on his room, comforter and baggy pajamas and all

he’s happy to be your company to chase all the fears away

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Xiao Xingchen

when Xingchen looks over and sees you with your hands practically covering your eyes,

he tries too hard not to laugh

“y/n, can you even see the movie at this point?” Xingchen would ask, a bit teasingly but also very genuinely

“it’s better this way...” you mumble behind your hand 

and Xingchen only laughs at you

he drapes a warm comforting arm around you,

with the way that you’re already practically cowering at his side, the action is very very smooth

and the movie continues on,

with jump scares and ‘blood’ Xingchen can tell is ketchup from a mile away

at least the plot is interesting though, 

so he doesn’t have the urge to nod off

plus your yelp and jump beside him keep him pretty awake

but whenever you hide your face into the crook of his neck

or hold onto his sweatshirt a bit tightly

Xingchen can’t help but wait

for the next scare

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Mo Xuanyu

“c’mon dude, we just watched a crime scene documentary together like yesterday,” 

Xuanyu would be surprised at how easily you got scared

considering how noncholant you were about all the murder documentaries you guys binge watched yesterday

“it’s scary!” you whine at Xuanyu just to let out a small shout beside him when something bloody and dangling falls onto the screen in front of you 

Xuanyu is unimpressed, both by the effects

and the reaction that you have

“real blood doesn’t clump up like that, you know this y/n. forensics 101″ 

and he’d spend the rest of the movie making fact checks with every other prop, act or blood spurt

and in a way

it’s pretty reassuring 

you get through the movie with a lot more logic intact than you expected

in a way that’s a blessing in and of itself.

#mdzs #mdzs headcanons #mdzs x reader #mdzs reader insert #mdzs self insert #mdzs reaction #mdzs scenarios #mdzs imagines #mdzs modern au #mdzs mo xuanyu x reader #mdzs xxc x reader #mdzs wen ning x reader #the untamed x reader #cql x reader #tangledwriting