Crickets are chirping around, anyone would hear them if they decided to stay up long enough. There are no other sounds breaking through the otherwise peaceful atmosphere. The warm gentle wind breezes through, barely shaking the thin tree branches. There’s still no sunlight around, night keeping its sweet hold over things.
It was so nice. That silence and tranquility in no way stiffening, it felt more grounding. However, there was still one place, where a certain inhabitant had yet to fall asleep despite knowing the strict schedule. So strange to see someone bypassing this one rule by simply staying in the dark, as to not alert anyone outside.
A lone figure, draped in white gusu sect clothes, sat in the quiet Jingshi. Lan Wangji was resting in deep meditation, trying to find the right solution for the problem he was currently facing. He was going to do it. He couldn’t ignore how the elders were acting. It seems they have forgotten the righteous ways, so Lan Wangji didn’t feel right by himself and by everything he was taught, to stay idle and do nothing to change the situation. Wei Ying needed his help, even if he wouldn’t ask for it. And the Wen remnants too. He saw all of them on his first visit.
All those old men and women…and also little A-Yuan. He couldn’t just let them live like that. He had to help them somehow.
Lan Wangji opened his eyes and stood up from his meditating position. He was going to leave Cloud Recesses and go to the burial mounds to stay with Wei Ying and the wen remnants. There was no other way around. He was gonna protect them in any way possible even if it meant leaving behind the only place he used to call home.
But if this so-called home is becoming so vile as to believe Jin sects lies about the poor innocent people, are they worth it to stay?
Relationship: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī
Characters: Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Jin Ling | Jin Rulan, Lan Yuan | Lan Sizhui, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Past Character Death, Jiāng Yànlí - Freeform, Jin Zixuan - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Kid Fic, Moving On, Grieving, Mourning, Roadtrip, Adopted Children, Qingming Festival/Tomb-Sweeping Day
Summary:
They say time heals all wounds, but Jiang Cheng would beg to differ.
It’s been years since Jin Ling became an orphan, but Jiang Cheng never forgot the life his nephew was supposed to live. He can only hope to give him something resembling that happiness.
In which Jiang Cheng makes a difficult journey alongside his family and continues to deal with neverending grief.
My piece for @mdzsrbb! I’m so excited to finally post it Make sure to read this amazing fic by Kika988! It’s soft, it’s tender and features drunk!Xichen honestly what else is needed!! *Link will be added shortly please stay tuned
My art for the MDZS RBB!! The fic inspired by this is truly incredible, and I am so excited to finally be able to share it with everyone!! Here is the fic, please go forth and send ALL the love to @omphalos for how fantastic and wonderful it is!!
Fandoms:MDZS/The Untamed (CQL) (cherry picking novel vs drama canon; accessible to fans of either)
Relationship:Luó “Mián Mián” Qīngyáng/Qín Sù
Characters:Luó “Mián Mián” Qīngyáng, Qín Sù, various other characters appearing throughout including JYL and JZX
Additional Tags: AU - Canon Divergence; AU - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies; Slow(ish) Burn; Childhood Friends; Friends to Lovers; Falling in Love; Mild Injury; Post-Sunshot Campaign; Night Hunts; Mianmian POV; Inspired by Art
Summary:
She turned north.
The moon was rising before she realized where she was going. A vision, from long ago. Pink robes fluttering before her. Gold and purple on her periphery but falling quickly behind, not quite able to keep up. The four of their giggles blending into one another’s, though Luo Qingyang could always pick out the cadence, the pitch coming from the girl that ran ahead. That same sweet floral scent carried back by the wind.
Luo Qingyang followed the voice now. Towards the one person who might understand, who would know, but had not engaged in, the horrors of politics.
She went north. And hoped Qin Su had not forgotten her.
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After leaving everything she’s ever known, Mianmian wanders. But she doesn’t do so alone.
I’m so excited to finally share this with you all!! Please also go check out the art that inspired this from @esmeblaze(link in the reblog because tumblr is tumblr lol but seriously Blazie’s art is amazing!! Please check it out - and wish her a happy birthday!!)
my first art for mdzs reverse bang (2022). so many thanks for my lovely writer, ravenditefairylights, who wrote an absolutely amazing story and was great to work with!
“A-Ying,” Lan Wangji says quietly, trying to gauge whether the boy is asleep. Even as the boy’s figure tenses and his head peaks out from the rest of his body to look around, he doesn’t stop shaking. His clothes are wet, Lan Wangji can see in the candlelight, clinging to his skin. Winter has not yet passed. The boy must be freezing.
“Hello?” A-Ying asks hesitantly, looking around. His eyes are big, but despite some suspicion in their depths, the boy mostly looks curious.
“Hello, A-Ying,” Lan Wangji says kindly. “I heard that you prayed to me.” — a boy, a god and a rebellion against the empire
Many many thanks to @amystis-amystidis! I had a wonderful time working with her during the @mdzsrbb event and I’m so excited that we get to share this work with you now!
This painting was my original submission, and I adore the direction Amystis took it in her story Illuminate. It’s a fic about Jin Ling growing up and his changing relationship with his Jiujiu. Please go give Amystis some love on Twitter (@amystis) and AO3 (Amystis)!
Links are in the reblog!
Watercolor and gouache on 5x7″ watercolor paper. Jiang Cheng is about 0.8 cm tall, Jin Ling is ~0.4cm.
ID: watercolor landscape of Lotus Pier at sunset. The sky is shades of pink, purple and blue, the hills in the background are dark blue green and frame the water. A pier extends from the right of the page into the lake; Jiang Cheng in purple robes kneels next to toddler Jin Ling, with his hand on Jin Ling’s back. Jin Ling reaches out toward the water holding a lit lotus lantern.
Wei Wuxian hoisted his pack, full of clothing and canned food, onto his back, staggering slightly under the weight, and prepared to make the hike up to the Nie family cabin.
He was breathing heavily and his thighs were burning by the time he arrived at the cabin. He fumbled with the key, trying to get his already cold fingers to cooperate when the door opened in front of him.
“Wei Ying?”
Wei Wuxian recognized the man standing in front of him, would always recognize him, even though it had been at least three years since they had last spoken to each other. His knees felt weak, not just because of his long hike uphill. “Lan Zhan?”
Wei Wuxian needed a vacation. He didn’t expect that a trip to the Nie family cabin in snowy Canada would give him something he needed even more.
With WWX’s soul tied to a comet, LWJ chooses to become immortal. This is a story about how they manage to meet in the middle, whenever the comet reaches its perihelion.
Alternatively: from canon era to space era - 2000 years of edging ;)
Next time you’re in the mood for a tearjerker fic, give this one a try.
10 chapters, novel-cannon divergent, serious angst with a hard-earned happy ending, scifi elements, rated E for one smutty chapter near the end, inspired by this breathtaking piece of art.
With WWX’s soul tied to a comet, LWJ chooses to become immortal. This is a story about how they manage to meet in the middle, whenever the comet reaches its perihelion.
Alternatively: from canon era to space era - 2000 years of edging ;)
The last teaser snippet before the fic posts tomorrow! This fic contains not just scifi-ish elements and existential musings, but also–what’s that? Smut? Yes, smut! How does that work if Wei Wuxian is a comet? You can find out tomorrow.
“Patience,” Lan Wangji murmurs against his lips.
“Are you talking to me or yourself?” Wei Wuxian grins, nuzzling against him.
There’s a gold gleam too close to focus on as Lan Wangji opens his eyes, then without answering the question he stands, hauls Wei Wuxian to his feet by his wrist and the back of his neck, then scoops him up into his arms like he weighs nothing, Wei Wuxian’s trousers hanging foolishly around his ankles, one boot halfway off.
Lan Wangji slides the front door open with a foot.
“Hey, Lan Zhan, we were outside for all of that?” Wei Wuxian asks as his brain finally realizes the rest of the universe exists.
“Mn.”
“Someone could have seen!” he cries as Lan Wangji carries him into the cool incense-fragrant interior.
“That would have been educational for them,” Lan Wangji responds. Wei Wuxian laughs again, and the way Lan Wangji holds him a little closer and smiles his small, fond smile is so private and precious.
The second snippet of the day for my upcoming RBB fic in which Wei Wuxian has become a comet!
Closer and closer; hot, then hotter, then so unbelievably hot that there’s no room for thought or even fear beyond the heat. It’s not quite hot enough, though, to burn away his resolution. He holds onto the name Lan Zhan even as the whole outer surface of him sparks and sizzles away in violent fractals.
Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan.
Gradually, amazingly, the heat recedes.
He circles the inferno, and it doesn’t consume him.
Once again, Wei Wuxian emerges on the far side of hell. There’s less of him than there was, but not much less. He moves away from the sun, and as he does the bleeding lessens: his tail grows shorter and shorter. His whole form seems to contract and solidify, little by little.
The name Lan Zhan echoes in his consciousness, and he gradually remembers why.
He remembers himself. He remembers his love, and his anger.
All right, he tells the gods. I hope you’re ready for me now.
I’m participating in this year’s MDZS Reverse Big Bang event, and my fic goes up this Friday, so I’ll be teasing with snippets all week!
The fic premise is this: Wei Wuxian becomes a comet after his death.
Cool, right? (I can’t wait for you to see the art that inspired it; it’s GORGEOUS).
So here’s Snippet Number One!
“There’s something else as well, he comes to realize, built into the very core of him in this new self, this clod of dust and grieving stone.
There is a question: where to now?
He doesn’t know where the question comes from. From himself, perhaps, or from something else. Some god, perhaps, although what kind of god would inhabit this emptiness?
He is perfectly balanced here: barely, impossibly still. All it will take is the tiniest impulse in any direction and he will go, and go forever. There is nothing to stop him, and only his own will to start him.”
Stay tuned, and check out the rest of the amazing works as they post here!
