You know, despite the fact that this is my favourite ship is quite rare, I have come across the content of some abusive relationships. In my headcanon, I like the idea that our boys have problems with their heads, but, nevertheless, they have tender feelings for each other. For example, for Xue Yang, the only consolation is A-Yu, and he is really afraid that their relationship is very dangerous…
I think there will be full art with them when there is more time
I read modao in 2019, where did the love for MXY come from in 2021? Probably because we know almost nothing about him except his preferences and craziness, this is the very character who is open to headcannons. He is cute, sweet, naive, trusting, poor because offending the weak is the norm for his relatives and an adepts from Lanlin.
I really like to start the year with sketches! So it happened with the children of the Jin family. I like to add details to donghua’s images, and since A-Yu wasn’t shown to us in the clan, I have freedom in depicting him.
I think Mo Xuanyu is not much weaker than Xue Yang in this AU, after all, they have a good master, but Xue Yang still believes that he needs to be protected. at the same time, he will tease him about it.
You can ship anyone you want, but no one will forbid me to ship them. And what will you do with me? I’m in another city
*loud cough*
Thank you to everyone who supports this crazy miracle as Naoki Saito said in one of his videos, you need to have the courage to draw what you really like.
Well, one night I wanted too much to try to draw something like that. And I’ve been interested in experimenting with this pair for a long time. The experience is cool, I liked it.
In fact, I have a few more ideas for similar projects.. Sketches (?) they are connected with some canonical moments, and with this pairing, and with the darkAU to which I drew concept art. I can’t say anything about the implementation, but such things tighten the skill faster, so I’m sure I’ll repeat this format again.
Well, about the sketch itself and my little headcanons. At least once they shared a bed. Xuanyu horny (Yang-Yang, who are you trying to tease, remember whose son he is) Xuanyu itches his mouth to somehow mark, kiss or bite his lover, it depends on the mood. Yang likes to be bitten, and the harder the better, he does not skimp on the marks himself.
P.S.
I also like to call Mo Xuanyu the 2nd young mr Jin.
The night that Mo Manor was swallowed by the shadows the village was quiet, just a few crows cawing in the trees nearby, like they could feel what was about to happen.
Shadows crawled up the walls, tendrils of pure darkness opening their way through the cracks. A soft whisper, either wind or a voice, making the shadows dance.
No one screamed, no one made a sound as the figure walked around the house, surrounded by the same darkness that had covered the place. It was his voice the one making the shadows dance, a soft whistle, almost a caress.
Lips pulled in a smile that showed sharp fangs the figure eyes searched for his goal.
Fear killed the first one.
An open throat the second.
A dagger through the heart the third.
Each body fell to the ground with a thud and, when he reached the final door, shadows started to twirl around him, happy and excited. The first tendril reached for the door, pushing it open and the figure laughed, head throw back and the stars reflected in his red eyes.
Everything about him was sharp.
His eyes, the shape of his jaw, his fangs and even the way he moved but, when the second figure walked out of the small room the shadows had opened for him, he changed.
And so did the shadows.
The shadows reached for the second figure in a gentle way, slowly, like they were scared of hurting the man. Tendrils climbed up his body, wrapping around him like a hug and one of them caressed his face, placing a strand of messy brown hair behind his hear.
“You´re here…” he said in a low voice, almost hollow. “You came for me” “Of course, I did,” blood covered hands cupped the man jaw, pulling him closer. “I´ll always came for you”
Mo Xuanyu could feel the warm blood against his skin.
The sting of copper and resentful energy folding everything.
But when he kissed Xue Yang it was welcome, who cared about the smell, about the tendrils of darkness wanting to break everything around them.
It would never hurt him, he was safe in Xue Yang arms and, most important.
He was free.
Oh, hell, yes! I wanted to come back to this topic again! I don’t know yet what exactly I would do, but I want to draw them in the time interval when they are at some limit of their mental state. I will think about it as soon as I finish drawing the work that is already underway. And, oh yes, I especially liked the feeling of warm blood!
