#the peacock of lanling

[twistedappletree]

#mdzs #the untamed #jin zixuan #mo dao zu shi #mdzs crack #mdzs meme #lanling jin #thought about adding Jin Ling but he’s still a baby and he’s mistress Jin #so I’ll wait til I find a funny mistress reference tweet or something lmaooo #jin zixuan is such a pretty socially awkward peacock tho JL is so much like his dad and he doesn’t even know 🥺🥺 #mdzs shitposting #gif #twitter #apple memes 🍎 #also disclaimer that I made the gif myself bc I couldn’t find this specific scene in gif search oop #so #my gifs #??? #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the peacock of lanling #loversdazed #mxtx

[robininthelabyrinth]

Ah, this is invisible_cities from ao3 - dropping off a plot bunny I mentioned in a comment on 'No Complaints' as requested, since you considered it intriguing and didn't want to lose the idea. It went: I keep being haunted by this kernel of an idea, an AU in which LQR&JC -Done Uncles(TM) - have a (political) reason to Swear Brotherhood. Especially if it meant seeing the reactions of LQR's nephews AND LXC's sworn brothers. I think Nie Minjue might actually approve, as you write him.

Convenient Brotherhood - ao3

“You would make a good teacher.”

Jiang Cheng froze, abruptly overcome with a wave of hideous embarrassment, then a moment later with a wave of self-disgust for having felt that embarrassment. It wasn’t as if he were doing anything shameful, after all.

He’d only been showing the newest set of Jiang disciples the basic forms that they would need to know in order to build their foundation in the Jiang sect’s sword style. It was one of the most basic duties of a sect. Although it was normally done by an instructor, rather than the sect leader directly, even Jiang Cheng’s father had occasionally stepped in to show the children how it was done. There was nothing embarrassing about doing what he was doing at all.

It was only – being perceived, he supposed.

He turned and tried to salute, saying, “Teacher Lan –”

Lan Qiren stopped him, catching his arm and pulling him upwards, his hand seeming to Jiang Cheng’s perception to be blazing hot where it touched his skin. “I have already told you to stop with that,” he chided, though quite gently, and that hot feeling spread over the rest of Jiang Cheng’s skin, right up to his neck. “It has already become tiresome, and you can’t keep it up forever, now that I am staying here.”

Yes.

There was – that.

Jiang Cheng didn’t want to think about that. On why Lan Qiren was now residing in the Lotus Pier, the length of his stay indeterminate, lasting until…

Until nothing. Jiang Cheng wasn’t thinking about it.

“How is Jin Ling doing?” he asked instead, because it was easier. Jin Ling was still a baby, in need of tremendous care, and in all honesty Lan Qiren’s presence had been a godsend in that regard – the Jiang sect needed care, too, as needy as an infant going through growing pains as Jiang Cheng tried to help it settle into its rightful position as a Great Sect, and there were only so many hours in a day. He was already being torn to pieces by his obligations. He couldn’t even imagine the damage it might do to him if he were trying to take care of both Jin Ling and his sect, all on his own, unsupported by anyone, least of all –  

Wait, no, he wasn’t thinking about that.

“Quite well. He’s just realized he can wave around his toys on his own,” Lan Qiren said, accepting the change of subject gracefully, just as he always did. “He was quite proud of his great accomplishment.”

Just like his peacock of a father, Jiang Cheng wanted to say, but his throat closed up. It had only been a few months, no more than half a year, since – since Jiang Yanli – since she had…since Jin Ling was orphaned.

By all rights, Jin Ling ought to be right now in Lanling City, being cared for by his paternal relatives, but Jin Zixuan’s death had overturned a hornet’s nest there, and even Madame Jin, for whom Jin Ling was now her sole purpose in life, didn’t think it was a good idea to risk keeping him there. Accordingly to Lanling Jin custom, the child was typically raised by the mother for the first few years of life, then handed over to the father to be educated. So, with Jin Ling lacking both mother and father, Madame Jin had proposed that Jin Ling be temporarily handed over to Jiang Cheng…

She must have been in a very tough position to have asked for such a thing. Jiang Cheng tried not to think about it, because it meant that he got to keep Jin Ling by his side, got not to be alone. Just him and Jin Ling…and Lan Qiren, now.

It had really only been when Lan Qiren had walked in and plucked a sobbing Jin Ling out of Jiang Cheng’s arms, ordering the frantic and under-slept Jiang Cheng to go get some rest, that Jiang Cheng had remembered all those rumors that made out that it was Lan Qiren that had raised his nephews, even since infancy. From the capable fashion in which he tended to Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng was inclined to think the rumors were true.

And since there could be no questioning Lan Qiren’s integrity, he didn’t have to worry about entrusting Jin Ling to him. There could be no fear that Lan Qiren was a secret assassin, or bribed by the Jin sect, or – or whatever Jiang Cheng’s paranoid mind had come up with. Admittedly, it was probably a little offensive to use a respected elder like Lan Qiren as a babysitter, but Lan Qiren had never complained.

“You should consider what I said.”

Jiang Cheng shook himself out of his reverie. “What? What you said when?”

“That you would make a good teacher,” Lan Qiren said. He shook out his sleeves and started heading back inside – had he come all the way out to the training yards just to say that? But no, it was getting to be dinner time. He had come to call Jiang Cheng, another thing that no one had asked him to do but which he did, as meticulous and inexorable as the Lan sect rules in all the things he did.

Having someone who remembered that he needed to be called in, that he forgot things like eating and drinking if he was too distracted…Jiang Cheng really shouldn’t enjoy it as much as he did.

It shouldn’t make him as happy as it did.

Jiang Cheng caught up with Lan Qiren, falling into step by his side. “Is this some sort of hint that you changed your mind and would like to start teaching again?” he asked. “I’m sure we could set something up here for you, if you like.”

It wouldn’t be the same as the Cloud Recesses, though. Nothing was ever the same as home.

Jiang Cheng knew that better than most.

“I meant nothing more than what I said,” Lan Qiren said mildly. “I have not varied from my decision not to teach this year. Perhaps when Jin Ling is older, we can reconsider.”

Because Lan Qiren would probably still be here then, Jiang Cheng’s traitorous mind noted. Jin Ling would grow up, and grow older, and eventually return to Lanling Jin to inherit his patrimony, but Lan Qiren would still be here in the Lotus Pier, far away from home, rotting away in a place he didn’t belong –

Lan Qiren cleared his throat pointedly.

“You are letting his thoughts get away from you again, I think,” he said. He sounded amused, of all things. “Shall I recite the rules regarding the importance of mealtimes once again…?”

“Please don’t,” Jiang Cheng said hastily. He’d made the mistake, in the first few days of Lan Qiren’s tenure when Jiang Cheng had been incredibly bitter about how everything had all gone down, of retorting to one of Lan Qiren’s invocations by reminding him that the Lotus Pier was not the Cloud Recesses and so the Lan sect rules did not apply here. It had been unwontedly cruel of him – reminding a man of the home that he’d lost through the actions of others, actions for which Jiang Cheng was in no small part responsible, whether directly or indirectly through others of his sect for whom he bore responsibility – and he’d been deeply ashamed of himself at once.

Lan Qiren, in contrast, had taken it in stride: he had only mildly responded that the Lan sect rules applied not only to the Cloud Recesses but to any person belonging to the Lan sect, no matter where they were, and furthermore that in any place where humanity gathered there were always rules, even when they were unwritten. He had thereafter devoted much of his free time, insofar as such a thing existed, into compiling a set of rules for the Lotus Pier.

Jiang Cheng had thought the project ridiculous at first, but Lan Qiren was meticulous, in this as with all things, and the first small booklet he had presented to Jiang Cheng had been…

Jiang Cheng hadn’t had any words for how it made him feel, only that he’d urgently needed to excuse himself to hide in his room and cry for a while, but in a good sort of way. The booklet contained not only the first few rules that Lan Qiren proposed, all of which were perfectly in keeping with the Lotus Pier’s tradition and full of good sense besides, but also the basis behind them: the logical arguments both in favor and against, the potential consequences, and most of all the history behind them, gleaned from the dozens of interviews Lan Qiren had conducted among both the few survivors of the Lotus Pier’s massacre and the common people outside their door.

Jiang Cheng treasured each survivor more than gold, but he’d never really known how exactly to ask them, or even what, and he’d never thought about asking the common people at all. To unexpectedly find that they, too, knew the stories of his family, his ancestors, to see the casual anecdotes his father had once, in a rare sharing mood, recited for them over dinner and which Jiang Cheng had nearly forgotten, all written down neatly in a book, something that could be copied and duplicated and remembered into the future…

There were stories in there that even he hadn’t known. Ones his father hadn’t mentioned, or hadn’t had a chance to, stories that his distant cousins, the older ones, recognized with a start that suggested they’d forgotten them, too – even stories about his mother, ones that she’d long ago discarded as embarrassing. Stories that made her appear in his memory, vivid and beautiful and headstrong, simultaneously just as he’d known her and yet also somehow like learning about her for the first time.

There were stories about Jiang Yanli, too. Things Jiang Cheng had never known about her, how she went out among the common people to help them small things within her power, dealing with the little pests and pestilences that accompanied daily life but which would win no one any fame and which most cultivators disdained as a result – even her likes and dislikes, recorded from the mouths of the merchants that had always saved a portion of their wares for her.

Even stories about him –

…anyway, the rules were good. The Jiang sect’s motto might be attempt the impossible, but there was no harm in having some structure. All his new disciples still needed their foundation, after all. 

“Do you really think I’d be a good teacher?” Jiang Cheng asked, settling down beside the table. The Lan sect rules generally prohibited speaking during mealtimes, but they hadn’t started yet – Jin Ling still needed to be brought over by his wet nurse, since Lan Qiren insisted that all meals be taken together and Jiang Cheng, who would have Jin Ling in his sight at all times if he could, didn’t disagree. “I think most of my disciples are afraid of me.”

“If being cantankerous were a disqualifier, no one would ever come to me,” Lan Qiren said, and Jiang Cheng had to suppress a snort – the other man’s sense of humor was another thing that had come as a surprise. Lan Qiren was in fact quite strict with his students; it was only now that Jiang Cheng had graduated to being one of his peers that Lan Qiren had allowed him to see the more personable aspects of his character. “Your disciples fear your temper, yes, but they respect and adore you. You will be an excellent teacher.”

“The Jiang sect sword style –”

“Not just that.”

“No?”

“Don’t look down on yourself. You have more to give to the world than just your blood and sweat.”

Jiang Cheng’s hand stole, without his permission, to rest on his stomach, on the stolen golden core that glowed inside of him, inescapable reminder of Wei Wuxian’s sacrifice of which he had been completely ignorant until – until it was very nearly too late. So very nearly. “I don’t know about that.”

It wasn’t a denial, though.

It was…hope, Jiang Cheng supposed. Hope that there might be something he could offer the world that wasn’t his bloodline or his endless years of effort, all of which seemed to turn to dust at once upon the revelation that it had been Wei Wuxian’s talent and sacrifice that had made it all possible. Being a teacher didn’t rely on or even require a golden core, especially if he taught the way Lan Qiren meant – not just swordsmanship, but cultivation, whether of one’s power or one’s mind.

It might be nice to have students, rather than soldiers.

“It’s settled, then,” Lan Qiren said. “We’ll plan out a curriculum for next year.”

As if it were that simple…though now that Jiang Cheng thought about it, why couldn’t it be? He was the sect leader here, with no elders to stand on his shoulders and force him to stop, and he had Lan Qiren, whose fame as a teacher was personal to him rather than generalized to his sect. If they let out that he would be teaching again, people from all over the cultivation world would send their children to learn, even if Jiang Cheng were teaching as well.

Maybe, after a while…

It wasn’t like Lan Qiren was going anywhere. He couldn’t.

Or, well, he could, technically. There was nothing wrong with Lan Qiren’s legs or his ability to fly a sword, he could walk out any time. But he wouldn’t – not when his presence in the Lotus Pier was one of the pillars that held together the cultivation world. Not when…

“Didi should stop thinking so much,” Lan Qiren said, and Jiang Cheng winced the way he always did when Lan Qiren acknowledged the forced sworn brother relationship between them. “It’s not doing you any good.”

Jiang Cheng snorted. That was true enough. “This is when most people say I ought to get a wife.”

“What would be the point? If you wanted one, you’d have one.”

“The matchmakers –”

“Cannot do anything if the person asking them for help is also purposefully sabotaging their attempts. It’s really no surprise that they’ve banned you for wasting their time.”

Jiang Cheng grumbled a bit at that, but didn’t argue – mostly because the wetnurse had finally come, holding Jin Ling (who was, in fact, beaming at the toy clutched in his hand), and the fact that Lotus Pier didn’t have a rule against speaking at mealtimes meant absolutely nothing if the only two options were the silent Lan Qiren and the unintelligible Jin Ling.  

After, Jiang Cheng collected Jin Ling and went with Lan Qiren for a walk through some of the pavilions. They stayed silent for a long while, Lan Qiren picking paths at random – whether he liked after-meal walks for the purposes of digestion or if it was simply another Lan sect habit, Jiang Cheng didn’t know – but then they ended up in front of the empty courtyard that Jiang Cheng had once had built with Wei Wuxian in mind, naively dreaming about the day his right hand would stop with his nonsense and need a place of his own to live, not too far away, so that their children would one day be able to play with each other…

Jiang Cheng turned his face away, his mouth compressing into a hard line as he tried to control himself.

Lan Qiren slowed to a stop as well.

“He’s taken to including notes on the back of Wangji’s letters to me,” he finally said, looking out across the water to avoid eye contact – thoughtful of Jiang Cheng’s dignity, gracious as always. “Since you’re not accepting the ones he writes.”

Jiang Cheng laughed, though the sound of it hurt his throat. “I accept them. I just don’t read them, or reply…what’s the point? Everything that could be said has already been said.”

Lan Qiren frowned, clearly on the verge of disagreeing, but Jiang Cheng got ahead of him for once.

“Aren’t you angry?” The words burst out of his mouth. “Aren’t you – it’s his fault you’re here, instead of at home. At home, with your nephews, with your family…”

“I maintain an extensive correspondence with those members of my family I actually like, and for the first time in my life, I am able to ignore those I do not,” Lan Qiren said, and Jiang Cheng choked on the sheer incongruity of the statement. “I will not deny that it is strange to be here, or to think that I will be here for a long while yet. But my family can visit me, and I them, and things will not remain this way forever.”

“Forever, no. But – still –”

“I do not see it as a burden to be here with you.”

Jiang Cheng’s mouth dropped open. Lan Qiren had hit the heart of the matter like a dagger to the chest.

“I have always liked you,” Lan Qiren continued, straightforward and serious and patient, as if it was the first time he was saying those words instead of it being the thousandth repetition – though Jiang Cheng would hear it a thousand times more if he could. “You were a pleasure to teach, and you have not only attempted but achieved the impossible by resurrecting your sect after such devastation. You accomplished that, not Wei Wuxian, and not Wei Wuxian’s golden core; if strength in cultivation were all that were required to lead a Great Sect, we would not be so few in number. Even though the circumstances were not what any of us might have wished, I am pleased to call you my sworn brother.”

He paused – that was where he usually ended this particular recitation – but this time he seemed as though he had more to say. After a moment, he continued.

“I am only regretful that I am not the one you would have wished I be.”

Jiang Cheng had to turn away again, his eyes and nose hot with viciously suppressed tears that had sprung up out of nowhere. It was true, painfully true: it wasn’t supposed to be Lan Qiren that was living here in the Lotus Pier, it wasn’t Lan Qiren that was meant to be Jiang Cheng’s sworn brother.

It should have been Wei Wuxian.

But after Jin Zixuan died and Jiang Yanli died, it hadn’t been Jiang Cheng who had come to Wei Wuxian’s defense against the cultivation world. He’d led the forces that aimed at the Burial Mounds himself, insensate with grief and convinced that Wei Wuxian must have died or lost his soul long ago to have done such terrible things. He’d had some hazy thoughts of being the one to capture him, somehow knock some sense into him, but if he were being honest with himself he knew that it probably wouldn’t have worked out well for either of them if he and the Jin sect had been the first ones to reach the Burial Mounds.

Only – he hadn’t been.

It’d been Lan Wangji that got there first, Lan Wangji that knocked Wei Wuxian out and stole him away along with the rest of the Wen remnants, hiding them all away where the cultivation world wouldn’t ever think to find them. He’d been the one to declare that he and Wei Wuxian had sworn brotherhood with each other, and that that made Wei Wuxian a member of the Lan sect, all but marrying him in as if he were a woman.

(The way his father had, when it had been his bride who was accused…not that anyone outside the Lan sect, and very select others like Jiang Cheng, knew about that.)

Even that stratagem might not have worked, regardless of the Lan sect’s (reluctant) willingness to stand behind Lan Wangji – the cultivation world had pulled back in its confusion and out of respect for the Lan sect’s standing as a Great Sect, but it wouldn’t have lasted very long, not with how angry they were at Wei Wuxian. Only then Wei Wuxian had somehow used the extra few days that Lan Wangji had bought him to figure out that Wen Ning and Wen Qing were not actually dead the way the Jin sect had said he was, only hidden away, and that the supposed attack in Lanling had in fact been of the Jin sect’s own creation, that they’d intentionally incited Wen Ning in order to have a reason to steal Wei Wuxian’s creation and raid the Burial Mounds for his notes, seeking the source of his powers.

Decrying demonic cultivation with one side of their mouth, pursuing it eagerly with the other: the Jin sect had behaved like hypocrites of the first order, and worse, there were rumors that certain small sects that had recently disappeared had not in fact merely scattered or been absorbed into other sects, but turned into experiment fodder for the Jin sect’s vile experiments.

Jin Guangshan, caught with his pants down, had splutteringly tried to exculpate his sect, and when that didn’t work, he cast all the blame on the newly named Jin Guangyao, the bastard child. He’d even blamed him for inciting Jin Zixun to go lay an ambush at the Qiongqi Path, setting up the initial confrontation with Wei Wuxian, and then sending Jin Zixuan out without proper backing, hoping to use Wei Wuxian as a weapon to eliminate the heir that stood in front of him on his way to Jin sect leadership.

He’d offered to have him executed to appease the cultivation world’s anger.  

No one had entirely bought the idea of it all being Jin Guangyao’s fault, not really, but it wasn’t as though most of them were in any position to object, not with the Jin sect being one of the few that was still strong after the Sunshot Campaign. Jin Guangshan might have been able to get away with it, if it hadn’t been for Nie Mingjue stepping forward and claiming Jin Guangyao as a member of his sect through their sworn brotherhood, based on the very same precedent that Lan Wangji had just established. It had saved Jin Guangyao’s life and freed him to testify against his father, confirming all those deeply unfortunate rumors and even more…

Really, it was no surprise that Madame Jin didn’t want Jin Ling to be in Lanling City right now.

As for Lan Qiren, the situation had been quite simple. With the Jin sect in turmoil and the Nie sect temporarily disgraced for having willingly taken in a potential fratricide, and moreover Wei Wuxian, the founder of demonic cultivation, now firmly in the hands of the Lan sect, the entire order of the cultivation world had been turned on its head, with the Lan sect standing ascendant above them all.

Only the Jiang sect was out in the dark alone.

Lan Xichen was Nie Mingjue’s younger sworn brother as well, providing the Nie sect with security, and the Jin sect was in no position to demand anything for themselves; only Jiang Cheng and his sect were the losers, now lacking both Wei Wuxian and adding in the additional burden of Jin Ling, and it had been Jiang Cheng’s own foolish decisions that had led him to that point. In order to maintain balance, to keep the cultivation world from fearing another war like the last one, it seemed obvious to everyone that the Lan sect needed to turn over a hostage to the Jiang in order to maintain peace.

Jiang Cheng hadn’t liked that as the answer, but…it was his sect.

It was something he had to do.

He would always do what his sect needed him to do.

But the question arose of who the hostage could be. It had to be someone of the main line, someone important and valuable enough that the sect would be deeply invested in getting them back, and obviously it couldn’t be Lan Xichen, the sect leader. And yet it seemed cruel for it to be Lan Wangji, who had done so much for Wei Wuxian, who loved him so desperately and who, rumors said, was loved in return…

Even Jiang Cheng, who resented Lan Wangji to no end simply because of how soul-scaldlingly jealous he was of him, didn’t have the heart to split them up.

They had been trapped in a seemingly impassible dilemma, and it had been only solved when Lan Qiren had volunteered himself for the task, pointing out that his nephews would be committed to his well-being in just the way that was required; he’d then ignored their protests and swore brotherhood with Jiang Cheng, agreeing to go live in the Lotus Pier for as long as it took the cultivation world to grow steady and peaceful once more, which would probably only happen when Jin Ling reached adulthood and took on his father’s sect as his own. Sworn brotherhood was what it was called, but it was only a mockery of the more genuine connections that had come before – Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, who were lovers, and Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao, who were…something, anyway. In reality, though, out of all of them, Lan Qiren was the only one who really was nothing more than a hostage.

Lan Qiren had taken it more philosophically than Jiang Cheng had.

“It’s not that,” Jiang Cheng finally forced out through numb lips. “It’s not – I like having you here.”

The confession was true, but that sometimes felt like the worst of it, the worst betrayal he had yet done. Wei Wuxian had given Jiang Cheng everything, even his golden core, a revelation that only came after everything had all been agreed, Wen Qing furiously angry from her near-death experience and lashing out recklessly with the truth as her only weapon, no matter how much she regretted it later. Wei Wuxian had given it all to him, and here was Jiang Cheng, living happily, letting another person fill Wei Wuxian’s shoes, take his place, forcing the role on a person who didn’t even belong here, and being traitorously happy about it all.

After all, Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have known what to do with Jin Ling, not the way Lan Qiren did, experienced and confident. Wei Wuxian wouldn’t know all the things Jiang Cheng had never learned about sect leadership, wouldn’t be available as a teacher, as a guide, as a mentor. Wei Wuxian…

Wei Wuxian would never have said I do not see it as a burden to be here with you.

“I am glad,” Lan Qiren said simply.

He even meant it, too.

“I – I can’t –”

“Do not strain yourself. A journey takes a step at a time, you don’t need to rush ahead to the end.”

Jiang Cheng nodded, and looked down at Jin Ling, who’d since fallen asleep, sucking his thumb.

“A teacher,” he finally said, once he’d gotten enough control of himself. He let himself imagine it – not just the actual act of teaching, but the joys behind it: grading papers with Lan Qiren, discussing topics, exchanging anecdotes, rolling their eyes at their juvenile tricks. Even the thought of Jin Ling having more children to play with as he grew up, and a reason to come back every year even after he went back to Lanling… “I could get used to that idea.”

Maybe, one day, he could even bring himself to look at Wei Wuxian’s letters.

Maybe, one day, he could write back.

My family can visit me, and I them, and things will not remain this way forever – that was what Lan Qiren had said. If it was true for him, then why not, maybe, for Jiang Cheng as well?

One day.

Not yet –

But one day.

#mdzs #jiang cheng #lan qiren #my fic #my fics #last one of the fourth round of prompts!!! #I can finally close the document! #this one can be read as platonic or shippy as people prefer

[erivroom]

MDZS Shapeshifting Cultivation AU plans

this is mostly just a note for my future fanfic writing, because I have a lot of fic ideas surrounding these ideas and plan to link this post in their notes. posting this publicity for any feedback (pls i beg any ideas) and if anyone wishes to use this as well for fics go ahead!!

Non-cultivators do not have animal traits. These traits come through by learning shape-shifting cultivation.

Not only is it extremely difficult to learn to hide their traits, it is extremely rude to do so for many reasons. The main and biggest reason is hiding your traits as a cultivator is like a big “fuck you” to your ancestors.

While there is A LOT of genetic factors, that is not always the case. The genetic factor is usually just upon the main clan families. A cultivator can never gain traits from the main clans, so they are seen as mythical beings even within this universe.

For rogue cultivators it’s USUALLY random, and can even be from the outer clan types. This is because somewhere in their family tree far back there would have been someone from this clan.

Cultivator children born within a main clan branch have their animal traits from a very young age, and they do not typically change beyond a FEW exceptions. If these changes ever happen, even to outer branching families it’s seen as negative, as they have “abandoned” their clan.

Qishan — Wen family are wolves, outer branches are based on house dogs

lmao wwx is scared of dogs it’s perfect

Wen Rohan — Black wolf (like a Tiangou)

Wen Chao — Brown wolf

Wen(Zhao) Zhuliu — Asian Black Bear, often confused as a dog bc he was taken in by the Wens and all that

Wen Ning — Siberian Husky

Wen Qing — German Shepherd

Wen Yuan — Rabbit (??? i’ll explain it in the fic. maybe. maybe it’s better to just leave it a mystery LMAO)

Yunmeng — Main Jiang family wild/big cats, otherwise house cats

Jiang Fengmian — Leopard

Yu Ziyuan — Spider

Jiang Cheng — Lynx

Jiang Yanli — Tiger

Wei Wuxian — Black Fox

Wei Changze — Maine Coon

Lanling — Main Jin family are Peacocks, otherwise birds

Jin Guangshan — Peacock, normal coloring

Jin Zixuan — Peacock, normal coloring

Jin Guangyao — Peacock, white coloring

Qin Su — Peacock, Red coloring, was thought to be a phoenix so… yeah that. happened.

Mo Xuanyu — Peacock, Charcoal/Black colored, often called a crow to belittle his heritage

Jin Ling — Qiongqi

Xue Yang — an actual crow

Qinghe — Main Nie family are Qilin, others are other horned beings (deer, moose, sheep, ect.)

Gusu — Only main family are Dragons, others are bunnies (how does this make sense? it doesn’t but it just is how it is.)

Also, eastern dragon, not western. Wormji.

Lan Wangji’s mother was a White Long-tailed weasel.

Other

Song Lan — Black bat (it’s funny bec–)

A-Qing — a mole

Baoshan Sanren and her disciples become Nine-Tailed Foxes through cultivating. One of if not the only exceptions to changing attributes the cultivation world has ever seen. Nobody knows how it’s done, and only her disciples have ever become nine-tailed foxes.

This pisses off the Wens no doubt, because they think as canines the Nine-Tailed Fox should belong to them.

Cangse Sanren was a grey nine-tailed fox

Xiao Xingchen was a white nine-tailed fox

Fics based on this post

none yet, I’ll add my links when I post them though if anyone else uses this post and wants me to add their fic link feel free to let me know!

You can use the ideas in this post without credit, I’m fine with it ^^

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs headcanons #fanfic #mdzs fanfiction

[waitingforminjae]

- Behave yourself when you reach Lanling. Don’t cause any trouble with Jin Zixuan, in particular. He is still the only direct line son of Jin Guangshan. He’s is the heir to the Lanling’s Jin Clan. If you two start fighting, how should I respond as the clan leader? Should I help you beat him up, or punish you?

- Isn’t there a Jin Guangyao, now? I haven’t had many interactions with him, but I find him more agreeable than that Flower Peacock.

#literally scene of the whole showwwwwwwww GOD #f: the untamed #the untamed #mdzs #cql #wei wuxian #xiao zhan #jiang cheng #wang zhuocheng #this scene is so crazy like poor jiang cheng just has no idea it rlly doesn't occur to him that jgy and wwx are the same #bc wwx is his brother so ofc it's different! but in the eyes of everyone else it's not it's the same and wwx knows that #and that tension is soooooooo delicious like literally my fav part of the show #is wwx and his class-awareness like he KNOWS he's second fiddle he knows he cannot ever come across as a threat #he MUST be ambitionless #he's so aware of his role as a favored servant even if his own siblings don't see him that way #anyway i could talk abt it for hours it's so fascinating to meeeee

[tbgkaru-woh]

Nie Huaisang shows up at Carp Tower with his "sorry for getting u praganant" cake. He runs into Jiang Cheng, who is *also* carrying a "sorry for getting u praganant" cake, except his is purple. They squint at each other and then proceed to Jin Zixuan's rooms, where they are joined by an increasing number of other handsome young cultivators carrying similar cakes. The question becomes: who got Jin Zixuan pregnant? Only Luo Qingyang, who is extremely tired, can get Jin Zixuan to stop blushing long and stammering long enough to find out for sure.

Bold of you to assume that Jiang Cheng's cake wouldn't be spelled correctly with a dot at the end Actually no cake, just a formal letter. Actually no, he was just on his regular family-enforced visit to the Koi tower when he saw the circus. Now he maybe never considered the peacock before but he doesn't like to stand out of the crowd by /not/ being interested and also were his lashes always this pretty, can HE GET SOME DAMN SPACE IN HERE, everyone go home! (Huaisang can stay.) On a more serious note: the lanling jin hunts instead having zixuan's hand in marriage as the price, so all these respected clans with hand-picked cultivators are invited :))) jzx hates being given out like that without his own choice ever mattering, but maybe he is secretly hoping the youngest yunmeng sibling can win, perhaps? he also feels extremely embarrassed when wwx accepts the invite only to be all like "oops I failed, guess I'm out of the competition". public humiliation for jzx that's wei wuxian's fault and jiang cheng's problem to fix now (also I like the idea of nhs trying really hard but generally being not very good at all the games. maybe nmj is helping him a little, secretly, well not so secretely, lan xichen saw but only smiles it off)

#hcs #chengxuan #sangxuan #jin zixuan #nie huaisang #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #mdzs

[bnnywngs]

Wei Wuxian sighed dreamily to himself as he finished his letter to Lan Zhan, his feet kicking happily against the floor. He felt giddy, so many happy emotions inside his little heart. After rolling on the floor for a while and still with blushing cheeks, he finally sealed the letter ready to send.

On his way out, he found his shijie with a serene smile and a letter on her own hands.

"To the peacock, shijie?" Wei Wuxian asked, grinning.

"A-Xian...." Jiang Yanli shook her head slightly "Yes, it's for Jin-gongzi. Are you sending that for your Lan Zhan?"

Wei Wuxian almost let out a happy giggle, but held on, looking coy "Yeah."

"Jiang-guniang! Jiang-guniang! Yu-furen is asking for you!" a disciple yelled from a distance, waving high to get attention.

"Oh. Thank you!" she waved back "Oh, no. A-Xian, could you send this for me? I don't want to make mother wait."

"Sure, shijie! Count on me!"

Jiang Yanli chuckled and patted his shoulder before walking away.

A day later, Jin Zixuan was excited to open the letter although he pretended otherwise. He walked quickly to his room to have privacy and sat excitedly by his table.

He opened the letter.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Jin Zixuan let the letter fall from his hands, too shocked to do anything. Because inside wasn't Jiang-guniang pretty handwriting or flowery words. No. That was Wei Wuxian's barely readable scrawl saying...... Ugh he doesn't even want to remember what he read. What did he mean by love? Is he... Is Wei Wuxian a cutsleeve?! Was Lan Wangji?!

And not happy enough, behind the letter was another, smaller piece of paper with a drawing of two man (please let him pretend ignorance here, for his own sake) kissing!

He wants to cry. Maybe throw himself staircase down. Why is this happening to him?!

And in the silence of Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji is softly laughing as he realizes that the letter in his hands is Jiang-guniang's for Jin-gongzi and not his Wei Ying's. It's definitely his lover's doing, Lan Wangji knows him enough to be certain.

Ah, how much he loves his Wei Ying.

He sealed the letter back and wrote a quick and small note about it, before going out to send it to Lanling, in hopes Jin-gongzi would send his letter to Gusu.

#everything is good and nothing hurts #no sunshot campaign #mdzs #mdzs headcanons #mdzs imagine #wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #lan wangji #lan zhan #xuanli #jin zixuan #jiang yanli #wwx is a genius and stupid #just wwx things #lan wangji is a simp #poor jzx saw something that wasn't for his innocent eyes #happy wei wuxian #my writing #bnnywngs writing #sorry for any typos

[thatswhatsushesaid]

There’s a lot of opinions on The Hat out there, but who do you think gets the best Guans in CQL?

….huh. you know what, i don’t think i’ve thought about it that much before now. 🤔 let’s see:

i am particularly partial to wen qing’s hairpieces! the silver one still manages to look quite regal while being understated, and the gold one she wears in qishan is very eye catching.

i also really enjoy jin ling’s lanling jin heir guan! the perfect accessory for a grumpy little peacock in training.

i’m also quite partial to jiang cheng’s guans at different stages of the storyline! the dafan mountain one gets points for being super eye-catching but imo the one he wears post-timeskip suits him best.

despite being the sect of probably my second favourite character in the show, i do not particularly like either lwj or lxc’s guans, which is maybe fandom sacrilege but 🤷‍♀️ i just find them too visually busy and distracting. sorry lads

same goes for nmj. i realize the aesthetic is meant to be more martial and acetic, but it just looks visually clunky. just my opinion tho.

anyway, out of the ones that really stood out for me, i think wen qing’s is my favourite, with jc’s a close second. chengqing wins 😌

#asks answered #mdzs

[aitchnkay]

Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 20

Jiang YanLi read the first letter from her brother three times before folding it in her lap and sending a runner to find the Lan sect leader. "Lan ZongZhu," she sighed. "Would you please put up a silencing talisman? What this letter contains needs to be kept between us for the moment." He complied, and she handed the paper over.

"'Dearest ShiJie,'" Lan XiChen read out loud. "'I hope this letter finds you well and that not too many disciples are in the infirmary from fighting. Please let the peacock know we found his mother.'" Lan XiChen looked up. "They found Jin Furen? Excellent."

"Keep reading," Jiang YanLi admonished.

"'She's safe, as are the rest of the two hundred missing Jin women and disciples. They've been leaving Lanling a few at a time so as to not expose themselves to the Wen guarding the city gates. Most of the cultivators are headed to Lotus Pier while the civilians are supposed to go to the MeishanYu. Jin Furen insists that she will be in the last group heading out, so I think it will be over a month before she's safe in Lotus Pier.'

"'Please don't tell the peacock where I found Jin Furen: a brothel.'" Lan XiChen looked up again, ears and cheeks turning pink. "A brothel? What are our brothers doing in a brothel?"

Her cheeks were gaining color, too. "Keep reading."

"'I know you're going to ask why we're in a brothel. I'll explain later. Jin Furen made arrangements to hide the girls and women of Koi Tower immediately after the peacock took his people to hide with us. Jin ZongZhu thought they would evade any repercussions for the peacock not attending the Indoctrination session because he's an arrogant prick. Jin Furen was positive they would be attacked and subjugated next because of the insult. Jin Furen is much smarter than her husband; I quite like her. She made arrangements with various pleasure houses in Lanling to hide the women and their guards. Every day a group of three or four leave the city, different gates each time. A small family heading home after visiting their parents. Or newlyweds moving to a new home. So far, no one has been stopped. I think either the gate guards are unable to sense spiritual energy, or the Jin purposefully blocked their own spiritual energy to pass.'

"'Living in the brothel gives Jin Furen an incredible amount of information. She and some of the older women hide behind a thick veil and cheap skirts and ply the Wen soldiers with bad wine until they're drunk. Then they dig for information about troop movements. I'll include a map of where we think Wen troops are currently stationed. Wen Chao is leading troops towards Lotus Pier while Wen Xu is leading his troops to the Unclean Realm. Jin Furen thinks both sons are going to attack simultaneously.' If they do," Lan XiChen added, "That will make aiding each other impossible. On both sides."

"The Wen brothers can't leave to support each other's battles means... what? They are confident that they are each capable of overrunning the Jiang and Nie armies?"

"It certainly seems so." Lan XiChen returned to the letter. "Jin Furen hopes to have her people in Lotus Pier before Wen Chao attacks. She recommends that you send support to Nie ZongZhu. Wen RuoHan shouldn't know about us. She thinks he thinks all the heirs are hiding out together, but she thinks that he thinks there are only perhaps a hundred disciples with the heirs.'

"'Lan Zhan says his brother should send a letter to Cloud Recesses requesting their assistance at either Lotus Pier or the Unclean Realm. I advocate for hit-and-run attacks on the main armies or scouting parties.'" Lan XiChen put the letter down. "We should talk with the other heirs about what we should do."

Jiang YanLi nodded. "I'm sure Meng Yao will have suggestions worth listening to."

"Mmm. 'As for how Lan Zhan and I ended up in a brothel? We were in Lanling, and a pair of Wen soldiers looked like they were overly interested in us. The closest public building happened to be a brothel. We took refuge, flirting with the ladies there. Yes, Shijie, I flirted with the ladies; Lan Zhan just smirked and pretended to drink wine. He spilled it down the front of his robes. So, of course, he needed to change, and I wasn't going to let him wander around a pleasure house without me. Not the way he was acting.'

"Which leads me, us, to our current predicament. Not all the wine was wasted. He must have drank a few cups because he fell asleep at the table for a while. When he woke up, he got up and started exploring the place, saying he was dirty and needed to change. I asked the Madame for a room, and she sent us to one.... ShiJie... I have never been so embarrassed in my life.'

"'It was a room designed for men to pleasure each other! Lan Zhan wasn't embarrassed at all! He looked at the pictures on the walls and in the spring books as if they were art, and sniffed every bottle of oil to find one he liked.'" Lan XiChen folded the paper and fanned himself with it. "I should have warned Wei Gongzi that we Lan have almost no tolerance for alcohol. My apologies, Jiang Guniang, for my brother's actions."

She smiled. "No apologies are necessary. Keep reading."

"'He pocketed the oil, which apparently reminded him that he was wet from the spilled wine, and he proceeded to... I suppose I shouldn't tell you everything that he did. Let's just say he was not himself at all. No sense of propriety.'

"'I think we're engaged? At one point, he took his forehead ribbon out and tied it around my wrist. Can you ask Lan XiChen about that? Lan Zhan looked so embarrassed when he woke up this morning and saw my wrist still tied with his ribbon.' Engaged?" Lan XiChen moaned. "My uncle will kill him. There are...." His words trailed off.

"Yes, there are," Jiang YanLi agreed. "I will expect a marriage contract from you soon. I had thought we'd have time after they returned to make arrangements. When has A'Xian ever done anything in a proper manner?" She laughed. "It appears your brother is like that, too. It should make for an interesting start to their marriage."

"You aren't opposed to a cut sleeve marriage?"

"It is obvious that they care deeply for each other, Lan ZongZhu. I find that more important than their gender." She whisked the letter out of the sect leader's hands. "I can expect you to hold confidential matters confidential?" He nodded. "Good. Please end the silence spell, and I'll call for a sect heir meeting to discuss our next steps."

#wangxian #the untamed #chen qing ling #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #cql #jiang yanli #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan xichen #lan huan #meng yao

[stiltonbasket]

Here's a prompt for you - character sect changes! In this case, Wen > Lan > Jin > Nie >Jiang > Wen. Every character from one sect is now from a different sect (ie JC and JYL are now Wen Cheng and Wen Yanli and always have been, LWJ to Jin Wangji, etc). Nothing else changes. What changes do you think happen because of this?

(a/n: I didn’t change the characters’ names, but I did change their sects; for example, Yunmeng Jiang is now Yunmeng Nie, home to NMJ and NHS).

“Wangji, how many times must I repeat myself?” Lan Yanjian says, after the fifth time Lan Wangji is forcibly retrieved from a night-hunt in some far-flung region of Lanling and given a months’ grounding at the Yuelintai. “You are stooping below your station when you go to such places. Worse yet, you are damaging your brother’s reputation.”

“Brother goes where he is needed just as often as I do,” Lan Wangji remarks drily—because where else could he have gotten it from? Shufu rarely night-hunts, in the poorer villages of Lanling or otherwise. He prefers to teach, due to the chronic effects of an old night-hunting injury, and Wangji’s late father has been dead for over thirteen years.

“And besides,” he continues, choosing his words carefully. “Elder must know that Xiongzhang’s reputation can fall no further than it already has.”

“There is nothing that can be done about Xichen’s—preferences,” Lan Yanjian bites out. “Now that they are known, no respectable maiden would take him anyway. But you must maintain proper respect, so as not to make things more difficult for him.”

Even at the age of nineteen and a half, Lan Wangji cannot understand why his elders insist that respect means maintaining his distance from the common folk. After all, the Lanling Lan take civilian gold as tribute, so why must Wangji hold himself aloof from the very people who send taxes to his clan in exchange for protection?

He excuses himself from Lan Yanjian’s presence, more irate than ever, and goes to the Fragrance Hall to see his brother, whom he finds in the middle of an audience with a pair of farmers. Xiongzhang only recently won the right to accept petitions to the sect twice every week, and the rest of the clan has not yet ceased fighting him on the matter: but his changes have been well-received by the middle and lower classes, as evidenced by the relief on the farmers’ faces when they finally take their leave.

“Lan Yanjian reprimanded me again today,” Lan Wangji announces, stepping up onto the peacock throne to sit beside Lan Xichen. “He seems to think I can spare your reputation by throwing my weight about in the city as our cousins do.”

“Oh, did he?” Lan Xichen retorts, with a smile plucking at the corners of his mouth. “What words did he use to describe you this time?”

Lan Wangji shrugs. “Just one. Stubborn.”

His brother laughs. “Did he mention me at all?”

“Only your preferences, as usual,” Lan Wangji murmurs, reaching out to the drowsy infant nodding on his brother’s lap. “I could hardly bear to listen to him, Xiongzhang. Allowances can be made for a want of understanding, and heaven knows Elder Yanjian understands very little, but—when it leads to the disparagement of a marriage, and his own zongzhu’s family—”

 “He will never see me as the master of his clan,” Lan Xichen says gently, patting Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “His fears make sense when one takes my age into account. But for now I am content with Mingjue and A-Yi, and what little good I can do with the power the elders have granted me.”

“En, I know. You have often told me so, but I wish it were different.”

“Things rarely become different, A-Zhan. We have to make them so,” his brother reminds him. “I will change our clan for the better in my way, and you must do the same in your own.”

Lan Xichen falls silent for a moment, letting baby A-Yi poke at the round vermilion mark between his brows, and then he turns back to Lan Wangji and passes him a crimson envelope stamped with the double-phoenix blazon of Qishan Jiang.

“Perhaps you can begin a little farther away from home,” he suggests, when Lan Wangji opens the letter and flushes up to his ears at the sight of Wei Wuxian’s slanting calligraphy. “Jiang-zongzhu is holding a group hunt in Qishan for his own cultivators, but the members of the inner clan may invite whomever they wish. I suppose that young master Wei has invited you?”

I would like to invite Lanling Lan’s xiao-gongzi, so he can meet my Shijie’s Jin Ling, Wei Ying wrote—in a hand so bold that Lan Wangji can almost hear its owner’s laughter, as if Wei Ying were there in the flesh and not two hundred miles away. But if the little master’s age prevents his attendance, I’d like to invite Lan Zhan. I haven’t seen him since we went to the Wen lectures in Gusu three years ago, and letters have been a poor substitute for my dear fuddy-duddy’s company. Zewu-jun, do say you will let him come, or I’ll embarrass myself by flying to Lanling and petitioning you in person!

“Well?” Lan Xichen asks, as Lan Wangji’s blush spreads downwards to his neck. “Will you go to Qishan, then? I fear that he really might come here as a petitioner if you refuse.”

Lan Wangji folds the letter into his robes and rises from Xichen’s throne.

“I will go,” he says stiffly, desperately hoping that the tumult in his heart is not visible on his face. “Wei Ying and I are friends, and it is just as he says—we write one another at least once a fortnight, but we have not met in person since we went to study in Gusu. He must have missed me dearly, and I—there is no friend closer to me than Wei Ying, as you know. Should I notify anyone besides Shufu before I leave?”

“You might tell Lan Yanjian that you are going back to the borderlands,” his brother muses. “Or perhaps you should tell Shufu about the invitation tonight and leave after dinner, and I’ll have Elder Haijing start a rumor that you ran away to hunt in the villages again. Then Elder Yanjian will spend the next week or so looking for you, and when you return, you can inform him that Jiang-zongzhu invited you up to Qishan.”

Lan Wangji fights the urge to laugh. “Mn, very well. Let it be just as you say.”

After that, he bids his nephew and brother goodbye and goes back to his chambers, retreating into the quiet of his study to compose a missive to Wei Ying.

My dearest friend, Lan Wangji writes, with his zhiji’s red and golden letter still tucked against his heart.

Be patient for a little while longer, Wei Ying. By this time tomorrow, or on the day after, I will be back at your side.

#wangxian #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji #lan xichen #prompt fill #my fic #sect swap au

[ddanmeissu]

i need someone i can yell at about my very niche tma au ;w;

(see me playing fast and loose between tma lore and mdzs canon under the cut wheeee~)

this is part headcanon, part drabble, all-around mess. just dont think too hard about it please

the classification of each entity isn’t fully documented yet, smirke’s 14 doesn’t exist, but each major clan has a specific fear that called their founders. there are also some entities haven’t been identified yet so a lot of fears bleed into each other 

they’re still cultivators here. they’re cultivating fear.

golden cores are the physical manifestation of your connection with your god within your body. the more you feed it, the more connected you are to your patron, the more powerful you become.

each clan is a powerhouse to a specific entity but their disciples can be touched by multiple entities (and honestly, i cant make everyone a slaughter avatar) only the sect leader needs to be fully devoted to their fear god

Gusu Lan = Beholding, Qinghe Nie = Slaughter, Yunmeng Jiang = Hunt, Lanling Jin = Stranger, and Qishan Wen = Desolation

wei wuxian was once heavily touched by the hunt. his mother a famous Huntress and rogue cultivator and his father a servant and close friend to the sect of The Everchase

jiang cheng’s Hunt core is slightly weaker but its fine because they are of the same pack. they are partners, brothers in everything but blood, and will hunt down anyone who dares to hurt the other.

jiang yanli isn’t an avatar, not marked by the hunt but touched by the Hive, manifesting more on the love/belonging and family aspect rather than the filth aspect

i have more Thots about the family aspects between hive/hunt and how they are both very possessive on who they call their Persons but expresses it different ways that mirror jyl and jc but that’s for a different post

during their time in the cloud recesses they meet a quiet watcher who wwx immediately zones in on him as his new “prey”.

lan wangji is silent and knowledgeable as is expected from a disciple of the beholding, but there is a certain chill around him that other eye avatars do not have

wwx stalks the poor boy, pounces on him whenever he manages to catch him alone, and is just a general disturbance all-around.

he does not feel the Eyes that sometimes watch him when he is alone.

lan xichen does not need the beholding’s power to see the way his brother looks at the young hunter disciple. he is pleased to feel the cold surrounding the jingshi has lessened. shufu seems perplexed and torn.

wwx’s also has his eye on jin zixuan, the pompous plastic peacock that’s engaged to his shijie. he isn’t actually allowed to hunt him down so he settles on dismembering the lifeless mannequins that he uses as servants.

(playing with the timeline here) they get kicked out when a text is destroyed within the Library Pavilion even though it was just a pornography book (any kind of knowledge is still knowledge) and even though it was lwj who destroyed it (the eye had punished him severely for that).

the desolation!wen are attempting to bring The Scourged Earth into the world. they burn down the cloud recesses “in the name of ‘cleaning up the place’ so that it would be ‘reborn from the firelight.’” ( - directly from the mdzs wiki)

the xuanwu of slaughter is an ancient manifestation of, well, the slaughter and cannot be reasoned with.

(”Lan Zhan, can you See anything?” “No. My connection with The Beholding has been greatly severed.” “Oh. well.. Uh, it’s kinda foggy in here huh? Here have my outer robe, you look kinda cold.” “…Mn.”)

lotus pier burns and jiang cheng loses his core. wwx asks flesh!wen qing for help because only an avatar of the flesh (the boneturner, though that isn’t its name yet) is able to carve open another avatar long enough to take something out and place it somewhere else.

jiang cheng immediately becomes a fully-fledged avatar using wwx’s hunt-influenced core. it manifests as strong bloodlust against the wens, fear of being seen as weak prey by the other clans, (and later, hunting down wwx and other end-aligned cultivators.)

wwx gets thrown in the burial mounds. he is dead for three whole months. and then he wakes up.

his hunter core is gone but that’s fine. he is alive not because he wants to but because he has to. when he is awake, he calls upon the dead to exact his revenge. the wens are defeated and everyone is in frightened awe of the new being that he has unwillingly become. when he is asleep, black tendrils of death plague his dreams. He relives the horrible memories of his own and others’ deaths. sometimes he can feel someone watching him but cannot see them in return.

wei wuxian is alive but he is not part of jiang cheng’s pack anymore. he does not follow them out on hunts anymore, doesn’t even bother to stay within the residences. he isn’t part of their pack anymore, abandoned their patron for something else more powerful, and for what? he feels resentment brewing inside him. resentment and fear.

wwx knew not to trust the polished and waxed faces of the jins. all the wen remnants are non-avatars, barely touched by anything other than the fear the jins had instilled by themselves. they do not deserve this cruelty, to be both entertainment and livestock for the rest of the cultivation world. it is true that death comes for everyone, but wwx will not let these people die at the hands of these strangers.

the wens become touched by the End during their stay in the burial mounds. wen ning, with flute music playing in his head, wins an archery game against Death and finally wakes.

 one day a cold mist surrounds yilling when wwx takes a-yuan out on a stroll. He loses him but finds him again clinging to a man in white robes that looks like he wants to disappear. wwx feels himself smile brightly at the sight. (”lan zhan! it’s so nice to see you again! It’s been so cold out today but luckily it’s warmer now!” “Mn.” “You really blend in with the fog with those white robes of yours. it’s okay though because i’m sure i can find you wherever you disappear to!” “Mn.”)

qiongqi path becomes a massacre of plastic mannequins and not!beings. the smell of death and manufactured flesh fill the air like an offering to his unwanted patron, and black tendrils surround wwx and his assailants. It blinds him and he can’t see it, can’t control it, can’t stop it as jin zixuan is pierced through his chest and falls to the ground, dead.

the clans are outraged. they speak in fear of him, they hear of his power over life and death and that he, like the wen fugitives by his side, is trying to bring about his patron into the world. they call for an attack, a bloodbath to take him down once and for all.

and a bloodbath it is. the entire cultivation world against a one-man army. fear rings high in the air and all the Entities are well fed in the aftermath, the most satisfied: Slaughter and (paradoxical to their intent) The End.

later, much later, when the siege is over and nothing is left of his anchor other than a small child marked by death, lwj accepts the punishment lashes and then goes into cold seclusion. the jingshi is completely covered by clouds of fog. no one can See him, the elders only get a debilitating headache when they try to pry too hard. not even lxc, who has become the Eye’s most devoted avatar, can know his brother’s whereabouts. only lan yuan seems to able to navigate through the dense gloom.

the world moves on

jin guangyao’s wide smiles are not conspicuous within the plastic faces and painted lips within lanling jin. If his limbs are too long or if his smile a bit distorted or if he disappears through a bright yellow door and doesnt come back then no one makes mention of it.

No one also notices the webs above them hidden in the high ceilings of lanling jin nor the tiny spiders that skitter around the gossiping servants, spinning and weaving threads of thick silk around them.

it takes years for his brother to come out from the fog and lxc nearly weeps at the knowledge that The Lonely had not forsaken another member of his family. still, lwj has changed. there is a certain chill around him now that persists wherever he goes. though he has always been silent since childhood, his silence now is cold and unfeeling, eyes faraway as if not seeing those around him and only floating through the days. He is not completely alone though and that is enough to alleviate some of xichen’s worries. 

time abates some wounds but certainly not all. there is still an empty cold pit in lwj’s chest but it does not bleed as freely as it did 10 years before. Before, he would have readily disappeared into the fog when the elders comes to look for him, now he chooses to disappear from the cloud recesses and absconds into night hunts. he goes wherever the chaos is, seeking (but not willing to hope) that he might find something that can stir the deadness in his heart.

tbc ?

#rotating this au hard and fast in my mind's eye #i actually dont know the overlap between the mdzs and tma fandoms but im just assuming there isnt much ??? #i kinda got too into it at the end there i didnt know where to stop lmao im sorry im pulling all of this outta my ass dskfjhkdhfk #i still have so many Thoughts for this au and cute lil scenes between these avatar fledgelings #i promise its not all Angst its just that lonely!lwj is a very good source of inspo #is this a fix it? maybe. maybe not. #on one hand i want everyone (except jgs and zixun) to love and be happy #on the other hand lonely!lwj is the entire reason why i thought of this au in the first place #according to the wiki the chinese name for cloud recesses means 'somewhere unknown deep in the clouds' #which is Peak Lonely vibes but i didnt find that out until after i wrote this oops #beholding!gusu lan is staying tho bc i love lonelyeyes!lwj hehe #i almost wrote an entire backstory in the tags about madame lan and how wangji inherited her Loneliness dhsdfkhd #i'll write that on a different post this one is long enough #LANLING JIN IS STRANGER ALIGNED BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL CLOWNS #i was thinking of jzx being replaced by a not!them after qiongqi ambush but hmmm maybe thats for another au hmmmm many thoughts #funfact! in MAG113 decker mentions that only a Hunter can kill an avatar of the End so. do what you will with that knowledge :) #OH HEY I JUST REMEMBERED WWX TOLD LWJ TO 'GET LOST' WHEN LWJ TRIED TO SAVE HIM DURING THE FIRST SEIGE JUST BEFORE HE DIED SO :)))) #MY LONELY!LWJ HEADCANON IS GOING STRONG #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #should i tag this as tma? nah #anyways here just take this

[ssuminshan-official]

Payback~~

Zixuan: *fanning himself*

Yao: *relaxing while Su she groomed his tail*

Jintang: Huangdi.....ehem, two Huangdis. Your tea.

Zixuan: thank you very much.

Yao: thanks.

Yao: Shanshan, you're so amazing. You're doing a good job.

Su she: *bhlush* thank you, Yaoyao.

Xue yang: *chewing on some candy* Jiggybuns.

Yao: yangyang.

Zixuan: excuse me? You have your people calling you by nicknames? And not by Huangdi?

Xue yang: I can call Jiggy however I want!! Peacock!!

Yao: because they're my besties, Zish.

Other than my team dimple, I'm down to earth with everyone.

I think that your attendants should give you a nickname too.

Zixuan: ohh. How does Dearest Huangdi sound?

Yao: *laughs and nods*

Xue yang: Jiggybun what about you and that peacock...... I mean zIxUaN Huangdi's loser good-for-nothing, deadbeat, womanizer dad?

Mo xuanyu: Jin guangshan!

Yao and Zixuan: *bursting out in laughter*

Zixuan: he's renting Jinlintai from us.

Yao: we inherited it, so we thought of letting him rent it out from us.

Extra revenue for our empire.

Mo xuanyu: lol you did what?!!

Yao: remember your extra allowance? That was from guangshan's rent.

Zixuan: oh come on. He gave us childhood trauma. And mistreated our moms, plus other unknown women.

Mo xuanyu: you're so amazing! I'm so blessed to have brothers like you!

Xue yang: ahahaahahhaah. So guangshit is renting from you two!!! Oh gosh!

I wonder how he reacted.

Zixuan: he cursed.

Yao: then cried because he's going to lose money.

But his tears were only soiling up our rugs.

Zixuan: so sadly we had to get it replaced.

Yao: even his clothes belongs to us.

Mo xuanyu: what about madam Jin?

Yao: we did nothing to her.

Su she: and what about Jinling?

Zixuan: He's living with me. And now is Ru Lan Wang zi. He also stays with Jiang cheng. 

Xue yang: like you saved everyone from guangshan.

Zixuan: exactly.

Yao: isn't our gorgeous peacock emperor amazing?

Zixuan: isn't our splendid fox emperor amazing?

Xue yang: you two are divas.

*clapping* but heroes too!

Su she: where's stinky Zixun?

Zixuan: *laughs* he's my gardener.

Yao: what?! That's hilarious.

Zixuan: also he sweeps the steps of Jinlintai on weekends.

Mo xuanyu: oh my.

Yao: lovely.

Zixuan: he bullied my little bro.

I must do something about it right?

Yao: aww.

Yao: anyways, speaking of which. Aren't we supposed to collect money?

Zixuan: *sips tea* ask someone to do it, yaoyao.

Yao: let's visit him in person. *smile* and you know. Make ourselves comfortable.

Zixuan: ooo. Yaoyao. So devious.

Yao: thank you, Zish.

Xue yang: so is guangshit an emperor?

Zixuan: *spits out tea*

Jintang: *wipes mouth*

Yao: he doesn't have an imperial bone in his body, yangyang.

My A-niang was once a hulijing empress, but she was denounced as a prostitute.

Zixuan: and mine, a.k.a. Madam Jin was the peacock spirit empress, but she denounced it when she got married.

Sadly in Lanling, women weren't allowed to work or show strength.

However that has been changed, and now there are more female cultivators.

Poor Mianmian had to struggle though, but unfortunately left.

Xue yang: kind of strange how it happened twice. Lol.

Yao: Yea. Now he's just a clan leader. Well. Was.

Zixuan: when A-ling comes of age, he'll become the Jin sect leader, and I'll gift him a tiny empire of his own.

Mo xuanyu: so is there anything special?! These beings  love to find significance in everything.

Yao: oh yes. The imperial expression.

He's  golden + lineage + qualities.

Zixuan: and he's  dimples + qualities + lineage too.

Xue yang: not the dimples again. Lol.

Yao: *laughs*

Zixuan: I didn't like how he treated my siblings so I planned to protect them, as well as use my potential to build my own empire.

Yao: same!

Zixuan: right. And A-Su lives with me. She's A-li's bestie.

But she has her own mansion.

Yao: that's so good to hear.

Yao: ah, I think we should go now.

We're getting late.

Zixuan: right. Let's go.

Yao: Hou, please arrange a caravan.

Hou: yes Huangdi.

Yao: team dimple, you comin'?

Su she: of course!

Xue yang: I want to see how badass Jiggy is!!!!!

Mo xuanyu: definitely!

Yao: great. Make that two~~

Xue yang: Jiggy, Jiggy, Jiggy. We're not princesses. Not even divas like you two. We'll pull up on our swords!

Yao: hahaha. Fine.

Zixuan: when am I a diva?!

Xue yang: when aren't you a diva.

Zixuan: hmpf!

~~~~

Hulijings: *surrounding the place*

Peacocks: *biting cultivators who try to stop them*

Yao and Zixuan:  *sit on the Jin throne*

Zixuan: why are you shocked? Aren't you going to greet us? Ill mannered! *opens fan furiously*

Yao: should I use my golden strings to punish them?!

Zixuan: that may be the last resort!

Jin sect members: greetings.

Yao: where's guangshan.

*silence*

Yao: xue yang, darling. Can you drag him out?!

Xue yang: yea.

Guangshan:*runs in* landlords, landlords. I'm here!

Ugh bastard child we meet again.

Zixuan, hold on I got your money.

Yao: who are you calling bastard child.

Certainly not your landlord. Who give you a roof over your head.

Zixuan: you must pay both of us, remember. Have you forgotten?

Xue yang: his poor old brain. It slipped him!

Jgs: how dare you let your nasty hulijings run all over my place!!!

Yao: our place.

Ours as in mine and Zixuan's

Jgs: nothing belongs to you! Yao!!

Yao: *saunters, and rests his fan under jgss chin* Huangdi.

Jgs: *deliberately sneezes on Yao*

Yao: agh!!! Ew!! *walks away furiously*

Su she: *wipes him up.* relax, Huangdi, relax.

Zixuan: so much trouble to pay us? So bad.

Jgs: I'm fed up of paying you and that bastard! I can't even remember his name for a second!

Yao: *smiles ominously.*

*pins him on the floor with guqin strings*

Jgs: hey! Untie me!!!

Yao: *sits and opens fan*

Su she: *massaging his arm*

I'll help calm you.

He doesn't know your rage.

Xue yang: *unsheaths sword*

Zixuan: someone, get me some tea.

Jintang: sure Huangdi.

Yao: former sect leader. Do you like perfume?

Jgs: cut the small talk and get out!! I'll push you down the stairs again!

Mo xuanyu: the audacity.

Yao: answer the question.

Xue yang: *glaring mischievously while caressing his Jiangzai*

Jgs: yea. I do like perfume.

Yao: good.

My hulijings.

Hulijing bunch *in their fox form: *gathering up, and waiting anxiously for their leader's instruction*

Yao: fart in his face, and give him some perfume.

With pleasure, Huangdi.

Yao: lovely.

Jgs: what?!!

Yao: you said that you love perfume. So you got perfume.

Jgs: you little lowlife! I knew I shouldn't have let you into the Jin sect. But I just wanted to use you!! I have never accepted you!

Yao: *tightens strings* I realized that I didn't need to be accepted by you!

Jgs: bastard!

Yao: *strings starting to let out steam while his eyes turned a shiny gold* call me that again, and I'll cook you with my strings right in front of everyone!!

Jgs: that's what you are!

Yao: *stops heating up his guqin strings* you can't improve, can you?

I have only stopped because my beloved hulijings may get burnt.

Jgs: you only care about them?

Yao: yes. Have you ever cared about me? Or Xuanyu? Or A-Su

Mo xuanyu: ah, Yao gege. The love of my life.

Jgs: why should I care about outside children!

Zixuan: you better pay us double the amount of money.

Jgs: why?!!

Zixuan: you can't ask an emperor why.

Jgs: *cries* fineeeee. But what if I go bankrupt!

Zixuan: you won't. Because the sect is still running.

Jgs: I'm not thinking of  those pests! I'm thinking about me and my expenses.

Zixuan: how selfish.

Yao: then you'll become a tea leaf farmer. That's all. *smile*

Jgs: what power do you two have?!!

Zixuan: we can fire you.

Yao: we even own your clothes, lol.

Jgs: *crying* oh gosh! I'm done for!

I should have kept it in my pants.

Jgs: and who told me to go around with multiple women! But, but I love women so much......*sobs*

Zixuan: what do you like about them?

Jgs: their shape. And beauty. Nothing elseeeee.

They got to be a little dumb too.

Yao: disgusting!

Xue yang: I won't spare him for nothing.

Zixuan: I'm surprised once again.

Yao: *sighs* well. I'm going to my old room to take a bath. Minshan, come with me.

Su she: sure.

And yes, we have packed extra clothes, just incase you guys spend the night.

Yao: lovely.

Jgs: so you're just going to leave me tied  here?!!!

Yao: yea. Why not?

Yao: maybe. If you say, my marvelous Yao Huangdi, then maybe I'll untie you.

Jgs: never!!!

Yao: well stay tied, eat some floor.

Xue yang: and smell some farts!!!

~~~ Hours after.

Yao: *entering with Su she* I'm back.

Zixuan: finally, yaoyao. I was getting bored.

Yao: oh no.

Jgs: do you think that if you untie me, I'll give you two your rent money.

Zixuan: pardon him for not respecting you.

Yao: alright then. *releases strings*

Zixuan: *sighs* cultivators. They're so hard sometimes.

Jintang: *massaging Zixuan's arm*

Jgs: here you go. Half a million taels each.

Yao: thank you.

Zixuan: would you give any to A-Yu?

Yao: I think you should pay him too.

Jgs: no way.

Zixuan: don't let us throw you out.

Jgs: fine. Half a million for that child too.

Yao: excellent. Tata.

Zixuan: see you next month.

@verycatbluebird

#jin guangyao #jin zixuan #su she #meng yao #mdzs #dimpledlianfang #su minshan #mo dao zu shi #xue yang #mo xuanyu #the huli jing emperor

[robininthelabyrinth]

@aniseandspearmint prompted: How about WWX in MXY's body somehow being put in charge of the Jin? He IS technically last blood son of JGS standing?

ao3

“Hah,” Wei Wuxian said. And then, feeling that was perhaps insufficient, he added, “Hahahah.”

“They are not joking,” Lan Wangji said.

Wei Wuxian had been afraid of that.

“You can’t actually be serious,” he protested. “I mean, who doesn’t know that I’m Wei Wuxian by now? Even if Mo Xuanyu was one of Jin Guangshan’s sons, I’m definitely not – why in the world would anyone want to make me Sect Leader Jin? I mean, Jin Ling is right there!”

“He’s too young,” Jiang Cheng said, then scowled when Wei Wuxian shot him an incredulous look. “Not by my standards, by theirs! There’s an age limit, and he hasn’t met it yet; it’s as simple as that.”

“All right, all right, fine, let’s say I buy that –” Wei Wuxian breezily ignored Jiang Cheng’s incredulous “Buy what?!” “– that still doesn’t explain why the Jin sect would be willing, much less eager to put me in charge. Me! I mean, I’ve done so many terrible things!”

Lan Jingyi scratched his head. “Uh, I mean, their last sect leader murdered the previous one, so they’re clearly not picky.”

Lan Sizhui, blushing bright red, kicked him in the shin.

Everyone else pretended as hard as they could that they hadn’t heard.

“Jinlin Tower has a number of enchantments and arrays that are triggered only through a blood connection,” Jiang Cheng said through gritted teeth. “And before you say ‘well don’t they have cousins’, the entire point is that, apparently, in Lanling Jin one of the ways the sect leader’s main family keeps power is by monopolizing access to those arrays. If we transfer it over to another family as regent for Jin Ling, there’s no telling whether they’ll give it back when it’s time, and once they have the power, we wouldn’t be able to force them to do it.”

Well, shit. That actually made sense – assuming you were a paranoid from a family of paranoids that viewed their own extended family as the biggest threat to their power.

Sadly, that described the standard Lanling Jin sect to a tee.

Well, he supposed that stupid peacock Jin Zixuan wasn’t like that – he was just stupid, arrogant, and awkward. Come to think of it, if it wasn’t for all those arrays and whatnot acting as a guarantee, Wei Wuxian would really have had to wonder if the former Madame Jin hadn’t just pulled a fast one on Jin Guangshan…

Eh, he supposed some people just took after their mothers. Look at Jin Ling, he was shijie’s boy through and through, with only a little Jin arrogance on him like gilt – absolutely perfect.

And, of course, if Wei Wuxian refused this ‘honor’, it was Jin Ling’s patrimony that was going to disappear.

Wei Wuxian groaned.

“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng said grimly. “I know.”

“Do I have to, you know, actually run the place?” he asked, rubbing his face. “I’m going to put it out there right now, I have no idea how to run a sect – and Jiang Cheng can’t run two sects at once no matter how hard he tries. He’ll explode.”

Jiang Cheng looked annoyed but also like he couldn’t deny it.

“And before anyone says anything,” Wei Wuxian added, knowing that Lan Jingyi was only resisting saying something stupid on account of Lan Sizhui’s vice-tight grip on his arm,” Lan Zhan is great in many ways, but he also has no idea how to run a sect.”

That had been pretty obvious in the first month or two after Lan Xichen had gone into his year-long seclusion. Lan Wangji was an amazing cultivator, a fearsome fighter, a stellar night-hunter, a superlative solver of problems, a terrific teacher of juniors…but he didn’t understand people, he had no patience for fools, and while he could fill out sect paperwork, it bored him to the point where, even when trying his best to be diligent, he often ended up filling things out without thinking them through, leading to all sorts of disasters.

Lan Qiren had had to take over.

The irascible old teacher wasn’t notably better at understanding people, but he’d clearly forced himself to learn the skill in a way that Lan Wangji hadn’t, and he had several decades’ worth of experience besides. He hadn’t enjoyed coming out retirement to be acting sect leader again one bit, which had made his already formidable temper worse than usual – immediately springing to mind was that brief interlude where he’d gotten sick of Wei Wuxian’s (possibly slightly in bad taste) joking around and briefly banned the entire Cloud Recesses from interacting with him – and Wei Wuxian was pretty sure that no one was happier than he was when Lan Xichen finally re-emerged from seclusion, more solemn but steadier and centered in a way he hadn’t been before the seclusion.

“Is there someone in the Jin sect I could rely on, maybe..?”

Wei Wuxian looked around.

Everyone’s faces were grim.

Yeah, he hadn’t really thought so. In order to maintain complete control and power, Jin Guangshan had deliberately created a destabilizing atmosphere of backstabbing and internal politicking, each family branch out for themselves, and Jin Guangyao had followed in his odious father’s lead on that score, however pretty a face he’d put on it to the rest of the world.

“No,” Jiang Cheng finally said, completely unnecessarily. “That’s just asking for corruption and sabotage. We need someone who will be a reliable regent for Jin Ling, not a schemer looking for a way to steal the role or a thief looking to pad their family’s wealth while they can.”

“What’s your suggestion, then?” Wei Wuxian argued back. “I can’t do it! I really, really can’t. At least Lan Zhan has had training on what to do, the closest I ever got to being sect leader is being head disciple, which isn’t the same at all –”

“Definitely not,” Lan Jingyi interjected fervently, probably because he had somehow found himself being named the Lan sect’s head disciple of his own generation. Wei Wuxian had originally wondered why they hadn’t gone with Lan Sizhui, who in his (completely non-biased) opinion was the natural choice. Or, well, at least he’d wondered right up until he’d seen Lan Sizhui being completely incapable of rejecting requests from anyone younger than him that made a sad expression at him. Being head disciple meant being willing to impose discipline on those around you, potentially being the target of anger and resentment, and that just wasn’t Lan Sizhui’s personality.

(Lan Jingyi, on the other hand, was a head disciple in Wei Wuxian’s own model: being just too much fun for anyone to mind it too much when he really did impose discipline.)

“What about the Yiling Burial Mounds?”

Wei Wuxian snorted. “I’m sorry, you think I ran that place? It was Wen Qing from beginning to end.”

Jiang Cheng didn’t even have the grace to look surprised, the asshole.

(Neither did Lan Wangji, but that was just because Wei Wuxian’s perfect husband knew him so well. How cute!)

“There is only one solution,” Lan Wangji said. He had a very rare expression on his face – completely undecipherable to anyone else, but readable to Wei Wuxian as…apologetic?

Wait, why was Lan Wangji feeling apologetic?

“I agree,” Jiang Cheng said, and he looked gleeful – which was even more worrying. “My apologies to your uncle, Hanguang-jun, but we’re going to have to have him come out of retirement one more time.”

“Wait,” Wei Wuxian said, horror dawning. “Wait, wait, no. No. I’m not running the Jin sect with Lan Qiren –”

#mdzs #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #lan wangji #lan jingyi #my fic #my fics #I lost the original ask sorry

[mamoonde-thinks]

junior babies accidentally setting off a time-traveling array during a nighthunt...

finding themselves separated and transported to the middle/tail-end of the sunshot campaign, with all the devastation of war in plain sight.

villages burnt down or in the midst of rebuilding; lots of dead bodies to be purified and buried; plenty of wounded to be treated; families to be relocated and/or resettled; etc., etc.

jin ling and ouyang zizhen get roped into helping out at the lanling camps and witness jin zixuan's less than stellar treatment of yanli.

jingyi and sizhui find themselves closer to the front lines of jiang territory and are treated to front row seats to several fights between a terrifying version of wei-qianbei and relentless, expressionless hanguang-jun.

"ohmygod they're fighting, why are they fighting?!"

"wei-qianbei what in the ever loving fuck are you saying, that's your hanguang-jun!" jingyi whisper-yells, pulling at his hair.

sizhui watches with a pained expression. "hanguang-jun should really explain better... wei-qianbei doesn't understand..."

"i can't take this anymore!" "imagine how i feel then."

jin ling, after getting awestruck at seeing his parents (his parents!! alive!!!) finally notices their not-so-lovey-dovey relationship (or rather, their non-relationship) and takes offense at his father's dismissal of yanli.

jin ling is the one who yells at jin zixuan at camp after the whole lotus soup secret admirer fiasco is cleared up (stealing wei-qianbei's steam, unintentionally preventing his "blood thirsty" reputation from worsening).

except now jiang cheng and wei wuxian think jin ling's got the hots for yanli.

"you're still a jin (derogatory) but you're better than the peacock, at least."

jin ling's torn cuz ewww no that's my MOM; but also wow his mom thanked him and smiled at him and his mom is beautiful.

he allows himself a moment to feel smug about getting approval. also grudgingly agrees with the jiang bros that yea his dad does seem like an ass right now...

ofc jingyi brings him back to earth.

"yOU IDIOT, ARE YOU CRAZY?! WHAT IF YOUR PARENTS DON'T END UP TOGETHER BECAUSE OF YOU?! YOU WON'T EXIST ANYMORE, DOOFUS!"

#mo dao zu shi #junior quartet #time travels #there be fixits and shenanigans #also they gonna piss themselves when they see yllz in full untreated trauma action #canon div #time travel fix it #mamoonde fics

[moononmyfloor]

Pocket Love: The Untamed

2. Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan's house!

The Entrance

There's the lotus pond Zixuan dug for shijie, a koi pond, an extravagant swing and a gold guardian statue because after all he's a Jin and he can't help it. 🤭

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The Bedroom

Fancy Jin tiles but cute pink aesthetic for shijie! Very comfy.

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The Kitchen

This bedroom and kitchen is such TU Lanling Jin aesthetic! Remember how in the live action the color scheme was not just gold, but also pink, baby blue and white? These cute furnitures reminded me of those very much and I used them for Shijie and Peacock's home.

Shijie likes it very much!👩‍🍳🍲🥰 Did you notice the little desk for her to work on her recipes as well?

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The Restaurant

And the Peacock is well...peacock, but he tries his best! And he loves Shijie! That's all that matters.

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Find more in the Masterpost here

#The Untamed #Chen qing ling #Shijie #Jiang Yanli #Jin Zixuan

[hulijingemperor2]

Over a couple of days, Jingjing was in celebration for their dowager empress. And the news reached quickly to Lanling.

Fox spirits: *decorating Jinlintai*

Madam Jin: *wearing plain clothes* hey! Why are you putting up decorations! You nasty hulijings!

Hu Jiayi (one of the fox spirits): Miss, Huangdi and the dowager empress are visiting today. Didn't you get the message? They're going to have a private soiree. Where's the lanling demon?

Jgs: I'm here, you bastards.

Hu jiayi: I hope you keep good conduct in the presence of the dowager empress.

Madam Jin: what dowager empress?!! I'm the dowager empress!!

Hu jiayi: you are, of peacock spirits. But she is the dowager empress of hulijings.

Jgs: *almost caught a heart attack* M...m....m.....

Madam Jin: that wretch is back!!! How?!!

Hu jiayi: don't insult the empress. Look I don't want to be in such a conversation.

Jgs: is she still hot?

Madam Jin: JIN GUANGSHAN!!!! I'll stab you!

Jgs: I...I'll stay quiet.

But Madam Jin, I'm terrified of her and that's a risk I want to take.

Do you know how powerful I'll be if I control a powerful woman.

Madam Jin: *slaps* you nasty man! She's a wh*re! What's so powerful about her.

Hu jiayi to the other fox spirits: I think we got to give them some sleeping pills, before they offend Huangdi and Tai Hou.

Yea you're right.

What about Zixun?

He's chained in his room remember.

Oh yes.

Team dimple: *entering*

Jiayi: greetings officials. Did we do a good job?

Su she: yup.

Xue yang: I came to tie guangshan to the bed.

Su she: Huangdi and Tai hou's orders.

Jiayi: yes yes, please do. I think that's the best option.

Should I get some people to do it?

Xue yang: nah, I want to do it myself. And Shanshan is there if he wants to help. Hehehe.

Mo xuanyu: we're able to do it, thank you. *smile*

Jgs: where did you three hooligans come from?!

And what the hell are you going to do with me.

Xue yang: *pulls out a knife* you better behave yourself. We can't delay any longer!

Jgs: *mumbling*

Madam Jin: someone!! Throw those bandits out!

Su she: what bandits? We're Huangdi's team dimple.

Madam Jin: guangshan! It's all because of you! You got us in trouble again.

Jgs: m..m..me??? How did I get us in trouble!

Xue yang: *still holding a knife at guangshan's throat*

Su she: I advise you to get dressed and be respectful to them, Madam Jin.

Madam Jin: you can't advise me to do anything!!! How did team dimple get so entitled!

Mo xuanyu: umm, you guys are literally renting from Yao gege.

Su she: he owns the Jianghu.

Xue yang: *maniacal grin* we can do whatever we want.

Su she: if Huangdi wishes.

Xue yang: let's go guangballs. I'll take good care of you. *grabs*

Fox spirits, come with me.

Yes, right behind you official Xue.

Madam Jin: *infuriated*

Mo xuanyu: please. Go get ready.

Su she: my Huangdi will arrive soon with Tai hou.

Madam Jin: *storms off*

~

An hour later, they arrived in Jinlintai.

Announcers: entering, the Hulijing Huangdi, the hulijing Wangzi and the dowager empress!!!

Su she: ah good, that they arrived.

Xue yang: yup.

Mo xuanyu: did you tie him to the bed?

Xue yang: successfully. But I had to knock him out cuz he was putting up a fight.

The Mengs (and yes, Meng Rusong): *walking up the stairs*

Meng Shi: I can't believe these are the same stairs where my dear Yao'er was pushed.

That guangshan had some gull.

Yao: yea A-niang, but look. I became successful nonetheless.

Meng shi: yes, you have.

Yet that guangshan can't escape me.

Rusong: nainai, you're so cool.

Meng Shi: I must be, baby.

*entering*

Fox spirits: *greetings them, and handing them flowers*

Yao: they're lovely thank you very much. *smile*

Meng Shi: beautiful. You're too kind.

Rusong: thank you for the flowers.

Xue yang: hey hey, the elite is here!

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege.

Yao: oh guys, you three are elite too.

Meng shi: mhm. Certainly are, team d.

Su she: we're honoured.

You three, please, let me escort you.

Fox spirits: *offering them food and refreshments*

*performances started*

Also, some peacock spirits had attended.

Peacock spirits: greetings, Mengs.

Huangdi, we're here in the behalf of our peacock spirit Huangdi.

Yao: lovely. And how is he going?

He's doing well.

Yao: share my gratitude to him, for bringing his representatives.

Will do, Huangdi.

Yao: enjoy the banquet.

Sure.

Xichen: A-Yao. I'm here.

Yao: Huanhuan, wait. I'm coming. *saunters over to him*

Team dimple: *jealous*

Su she: the lan brigade is here.

Mo xuanyu: what is he doing here? Who invited him.

Xue yang: can he leave our Jiggy alone.

Mo xuanyu: let's prank him.

Xue yang: you know I would love that.

Su she: make him piss himself in front of Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: ew no. Something else.

Xue yang: got it. Listen here.

Rusong: Team D. *glares*

Team dimple: *startled* Dianxia!

Su she: what's up, Dianxia.

Mo xuanyu: we weren't doing anything mischievous.

Xue yang: certainly not planning to prank Lan lips.

Mo xuanyu: you continue to be Dianxia. We got this, Song'er.

Rusong; what are you three up to?

Mo xuanyu: nothin.

Xue yang: just simping for Jiggy.

Su she: Huangdi is really gorgeous.

Right guys!

Xue yang: illegally hot.

Mo xuanyu: I agree.

Hehe.

Rusong: Nainai, see what I have to deal with.

Meng Shi: they're always in a constant battle with Lan gui fei.

Rusong: lol yes.

Yao: *toasting with Xichen*

Xichen: a toast to you and your beautiful empire. And a toast to your amazing A-niang.

Yao: and a toast to you being a successful senior cultivator and a concubine.

Xichen: *smile*

Yao: *blushing* excuse me. I'm going to toast with team dimple and address the guests.

Xichen: alright, my A-Yao.

*gives him a slight kiss*

Yao: er ge. *turning red*

Team dimple: *toasting*

Su she: a toast to your glamorous family.

Xue yang: a toast to you being super hot.

Mo xuanyu: a toast to your happiness.

Yao: thanks guys. A toast to my fabulous team dimple.

Xue yang: Jiggy, whatever Xichen says, don't believe him.

Su she: he's losing his mind again.

Yao: what did you guys do?

Su she: nothing Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: how's lipsy going? We haven't spoken to him for a while.

Yao: you mean you haven't drilled him for a while.

Xue yang: that too.

Yao: please spare Lan Xichen for the while. You guys had already snuck into his bathtub.

Su she: only those two gremlins. I'm allergic to Lan water.

Who knows if Lan lips has rabies. Playing with bunnies all day.

Xue yang: we just paid him a visit, lol.

Xichen: A-Yao.

Yao: Huan, what's wrong?

Xichen: two fox spirits had just stolen my shoes.

Yao: oh my! *trying not to laugh* where are those hulijings?! I'll punish them.

Team dimple: *laughing to themselves*

Yao: *glares*

Xue yang: *acting* how dare those hulijings. They stole Lan gui fei's shoes.

Su she: what a pity. Those were maybe expensive shoes.

Mo xuanyu: very very expensive.

Su she: special edition.

Xue yang: don't worry Lan lips, we'll get you a new pair. Once Jiggy pays us our salary.

Rusong: Team D gotta put their salary together to buy a new pair.

Team dimple: *fake crying* yeaaa Dianxia!!! Please help us!!

Rusong: *joking* sorry guys. I'm broke.

Mo xuanyu: aren't you a prince? *cries*

Rusong: who's running on Nainai and A-Die's cash. I'm broke otherwise.

Yao: ???????. Team Dimple I know it's you.

Huan, what were they wearing.

Xichen: black, with a face mask.

Team dimple: *hiding*

Yao: they're part of a department that works for team dimple.

Xichen: I should've known.

Xue yang: are you toes breathing good, lipsy? We did you a favour.

Mo xuanyu: we're very sorry Yao gege.

Su she: Lan lips can do without shoes.

Yao: *laughing*

Huanhuan, I'll get you your shoes. *let's out some energy. Then soon after the hulijings came*

Huangdi, you sent a signal?!

You need us?

Yao: *glances at them*

Oh right. Here are your shoes back, Zewu Jun.

Xichen: thank you very much!

Su she: are you done causing drama, Lan Xichen?! Everything isn't about you.

I won't let you spoil the soiree.

Mo xuanyu: selfish.

Xue yang: *rolls eyes*

Rusong: haha, bad bad Lan lips.

Meanwhile......

Greetings dowager empress. We heard that you have adopted Xuan Huangdi.

Meng Shi: well yes, I consider Xuan'er my son. He's Yao'er's half brother anyways.

They're divas, they're close, they're glamorous, they have a lot in common, and do share a birthday.

Madam Jin: *barging in* don't you dare associate your name with my Zixuan.

Meng Shi: pleasant surprise, Madam Jin.

Madam Jin: you sl*t who gave you the authority to adopt Zixuan!

Meng Shi: woman. I mean Madam Jin, he's still your son. But he's like a second son to me. Do you understand?

Yao: Madam Jin! I didn't bring her here so that she would be insulted. Please leave if you don't have anything good to say!

Madam Jin: ohhhh *laughing* you brought your bastard brigade with you. That Yao, and his spawn, Rusong.

Meng Shi: in case you don't know, they're my family, who must he treated with utmost respect.

Madam Jin: *ignores* why don't you three hulijings dance for me, along with team dimple. If I don't like, then the bottom of the stairs will respect you.

Sisi: *unsheaths sword* have respect for my Huanghou!! Or else.

Madam Jin: lowly maid, know your place!!

Sisi: before I show you yours.

Mo xuanyu: Miss Sisi is like team dimple in one.

Xue yang: she's so badass.

Su she: amazing.

Madam Jin: oh you want to fight!!

Sisi: bring it on!

Meng Shi: Sisi. Relax.

Sisi: but Huanghou Jiejie! Let me beat her up! She can't be insulting you!

Meng Shi: *rests her hand on her shoulder* she isn't worth it.

Please, calm down.

Sisi: *angrily sheaths back her sword* yes Huanghou.

Madam Jin: *laughing* oh my. Bark without bite.

I'll deal with her myself!

Meng Shi: hands off!!

She's mine.

Madam Jin: excuse me!

Meng Shi: she's my personal attendant. No one can touch her.

Xue yang: basically like team dimple.

Su she: yup.

Meng Shi: what's your problem, Madam Jin? Do you wake up cranky every morning.

Madam Jin: you seduced sect leader Jin!

Meng Shi: he came to me.

Madam Jin: so, can't you just chase him out!

Meng Shi: darling, I don't babysit husbands. How can I possibly dictate where he should and shouldn't go. I think that should be your job.

He came at his own will.

Sisi: haha looks like she's jealous of your appearance.

Meng Shi: ah yes. Seems like that.

Madam Jin: you used some love spell, didn't you? You evil hulijing sorceress!

Meng Shi: what if guangshan couldn't keep it in his pants.

I guess that he's the problem.

Admit it.

Madam Jin: *grumbling*

Meng Shi: don't blame your marital problems on me. I certainly believe that the problem is guangshan.

Madam Jin: (but she's kind of right) waw, you have such a sharp tongue.

You're the most educated of them all.

Meng Shi: I'm flattered.

See, you can be normal.

Madam Jin: don't you understand sarcasm.

Meng Shi: Lady, I invented it, so that you can use. How careless of me.

Madam Jin: *infuriated*

Team dimple: *cheering* SLAYYYY.

Meng Shi: say thank you empress.

Madam Jin: never.

Meng Shi: too bad.

Madam Jin: *walks off*

Yao: are you ok, A-niang?

I'll exile that Madam Jin!!

Meng Shi: I'm fine, Yao'er. Don't get angry. *hugs*

I'll be back, ok.

Yao: *snuggles* where are you going?

Meng Shi: just some minor work.......

I'm going to chop off guangshan's balls.

Yao: lol, excellent. But--

Meng Shi: *cups face* don't worry, little dimples.

To be continued.......

#the huli jing emperor #dimpledlianfang #jin guangyao #foxyao #jin zixuan #part 2 #meng yao #su she #the untamed #hulijing emperor 2

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If Wei Wuxian Grew Up In Different Sects (or with our lovely Rogue Cultivators)

ft. fanfictions I’ve read for each of them - excluding Yunmeng Jiang Sect

Warnings: Spoilers for MDZS, Canon-typical Yu Ziyuan and her treatment to WWX, a few uncensored cursing

Yunmeng Jiang Sect

Clearly, we know that he and the Jiangs have a- complicated relationship. With Jiang FengMian it’s on a thin line, and though it’s clear he cares for WWX - JFM still sees WWX as just a disciple, not a son because the last words he says to WWX are “A-Ying, A-Cheng... you must look after him.”

With Madam Yu it’s clear that their relationship is unhealthy, she basically abuses him. With Jiang Cheng it’s also unhealthy - as much as I loathe to say it, they will NEVER get the reconciliation we want because WWX has done too much for JC to forgive and JC and his anger issues are not safe for WWX. The only ACTUAL healthy relationship he’s got in the Jiang Sect is with Jiang Yanli. She forgives a lot and it’s clear she loves WWX.

Gusu Lan Sect

Ah - yes, this one. In all honesty, if he WERE to be found by the Lans he would’ve probably be well-behaved since he was just a child and easy to, how do I say it - teach. 

He might still have his playfulness but it would be toned down quite a lot. I also like to think that he would get along with Madam Lan and most probably prevent her death. This may be an unpopular opinion, but he and Lan Xichen would get along well, and LXC would be the one to make him comfortable first. WWX would still grow close with Lan Wangji of course, but if anything happens he would not go to LWJ first.

If they grew up together, I’m sorry - but I can’t imagine that he would date LWJ then. But, you can think the other way around! I don’t boss you and tell you who to ship and who not to ship! 

Fanfiction: ‘Some call it kidnapping. The Lan Clan call it adoption.’ by IceBreeze 

Summary: “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look!” Wei Ying did a twirl. “I’m the same as you now! Am I pretty? Say Lan Zhan, am I pretty?”

Huan muffled a laugh behind his sleeve as A-Zhan said “Mn,” eyes never once leaving Wei Ying. There was something a little like awe in his stare, like Wei Ying was the only one in the world to him at that moment, and if Huan hadn’t already known that his little brother cared deeply for Wei Ying then that look would have been all the confirmation he needed.

(If A-Zhan knew what marriage and romance was beyond the vague explanations he’d heard then he’d probably already be courting Wei Ying, with all the dogged determination he shows everything he puts his mind to. It’s adorable, and Huan supports it wholeheartedly, no matter what direction it heads in the end).

Or: an AU Wei Wuxian is taken in by the Lan clan instead of the Jiangs.

Qishan Wen Sect

Hm, this one is quite complicated. To be honest, WWX would probably fit in well in the sect, and Wen Ruohan most possibly cares about power, and WWX is powerful so he’d care for him AND Wen Xu. Wen Chao is just there in the background being bullied, I like to think.

WWX would make Wen Qing their head doctor and give her more power, while he would also help Wen Ning with archery. All and all he would be alright in the Wen Sect, but there would still be a couple casualties here and there, because of Wen Chao’s jealousy.

Fanfiction:  ‘ He was brighter than the Sun’ by AncientOceanmelody

Summary:  Wei Wuxian was the head disciple of Yunmengjiang Sect, he was the pride of Yunmeng. Jiang Fengmian see him like a son, everyone (except Madam Yu) love him.

He would do everything for those who were dear to him.

So why do is feel horrible when Uncle Jiang didn't hesitate when he offer himself to the Wens instead of Jiang Cheng?

Why is he crying?

After all, he was just the son of a friend, the son of a servant, is was obvious his Uncle would prefer his Sect over him.

Qinghe Nie Sect

Again, I’m gonna be honest, but this sect would be the BEST one for WWX to grow up in. Nie Mingjue would get along great with WWX (we’re ignoring canon GROWN WWX) and Nie Huaisang has another brother :D

NHS and WWX would use their time to cause mischief and plot stuff while NMJ is like “These are my brothers. They’re annoying. Don’t you fucking dare lay a finger on them.”

Just - THEY WOULD BE THE HEALTHIEST RELATIONSHIP EVER IN ALL THE SECTS! NMJ taking care of WWX and NHS, NHS constantly worrying over WWX and NMJ because they fight (you know- war I mean) and WWX just being the self-sacrificing moron he is and protecting NMJ and NHS

Fanfiction: ‘shades of grey’ by cl410

Summary: This was why he didn’t like to leave the Unclean Realm, Nie Mingjue thought with dismay. Guileless dark eyes blinked up at him, tiny hands clutching at his robes.

Or: Nie Mingjue comes across Wei Wuxian before Jiang Fengmian, and decides Nie Huaisang could use a friend.

Lanling Jin Sect

OH BOY! I just love Jin Zixuan getting along with WWX and being an older brother to him. I would think that if JZX (Not Zixun, I despise him) grew up with WWX they would definitely get along and have a healthier relationship than the Yunmeng Bros. Jin Guangshan would definitely not see the point in having WWX in there, and Madam Jin is much more empathetic and she would be the on to take care of WWX.

You may be wondering - Jin Zixuan is Jin Zixuan. Wouldn’t his pride get in the way of things? He’s not called a peacock for no reason, and yes! I can see why you think that! But look at MianMian! She’s JZX best friend BECAUSE she probably grew up with him, and it’s clear in terms of temperament she’s better than JZX and she might even rival him in swordsmanship. If given the choice to grow up with him, WWX would have an amazing brotherly relationship with JZX, and would most likely accept the fact that WWX is amazing and would be PROUD of him. 

Also JZX’s relationship with Jiang Yanli may improve JUST BECAUSE WWX is there

(I might just be biased, idk)

Fanfiction: ‘Twin Treasures’ by crossdressingdeath

Summary: When Madame Jin happens to come across Cangse Sanren's orphaned son on a trip to Yiling, she can't bring herself to leave him there. Wei Wuxian finds a somewhat different family. Jin Zixuan finds a little brother. The course of history changes accordingly.

(Some things are written in fate, but even fate itself changes.)

Rogue Cultivators - Song Zichen and Xiao Xingchen

Let me point out first that Xingchen is ETHEREAL! HE’S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON ON THE PLANET! (Song Jiyang is amazing istg I’ve never watched The Untamed but I’ve SEEN clips of them like 哥你怎样那么美). 

ANYWAYS, BACK TO THE POINT! Xiao Xingchen and Song Zichen would be amazing parents, don’t deny it. SZC would be rocky at taking care of WWX at first but he would get the hang of it and be the most over-protective person on the planet and would KILL ANYONE who hurts his family. Xiao Xingchen on the other hand would be the doting and loving parent. He spoils WWX but not as much as SZC (though he would never admit it). SZC and XXC would be the best if you want WWX to have parental figures.

Fanfiction:  ‘Frost moon's sun’ by RenaFair

Summary: Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan had dreamed of founding a sect together, that is until Xingchen heard what happened to his shijie. The two then decides to put their little dream on hold as they care for a pair of tiny hands between them, protecting the little boy with a sunshine smile as best as they can.

Alternately; Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan adopted Wei Ying after his parents' death.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wei ying #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #jiang wanyin #jiang yanli #mdzs #jiang fengmian #yu ziyuan #lan zhan #lan wangji #lan xichen #wen qing #wen ning #wen qionglin #wen ruohan #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #madam jin #jin zixuan #jin guangshan #song lan #song zichen #xiao xingchen #and his ethereal beauty #yunmeng jiang #yunmeng family #yunmeng siblings #gusu lan