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Last Day for Claims

Today is the last day to make claims for authors!

Here are the links to both the gallery and claims form!

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Writer Claims open!

Alright! Claims are open, authors!

The form will be open until the 13th (exact time TBA), so there's no rush. Take your time and read all the info carefully! Have fun! The Claims Gallery!

And the Claims Form!

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Deadline Extension!

Hey everyone ! Are you panicking because you won't make the deadline??...

Well, don't, because by popular demand we decided to extend the art submissions period by an extra day 🎉

The new deadline will be April 1st!

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ONE MORE DAY

There's one more day for art submissions (EoD March 30th)! We can't wait to see what everyone has produced!

Our rules can be found on our Carrd.

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ONE MORE DAY

There's one more day for art submissions (EoD March 30th)! We can't wait to see what everyone has produced!

Our rules can be found on our Carrd.

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Seven days left for Submissions!

Submissions run through End of Day March 30th!

We can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!

Hello Everyone!

The Art Submission period for the 2025 MDZS Reverse Big Bang has started!

The form can be found here at the link above!

Submissions will be open until March 30th

As usual, our rules and schedule can be found on our carrd: http://mdzsrbb.carrd.co

We're excited to see what everyone will cook up this year! ✨

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Hello Everyone!

The Art Submission period for the 2025 MDZS Reverse Big Bang has started!

The form can be found here at the link above!

Submissions will be open until March 30th

As usual, our rules and schedule can be found on our carrd: http://mdzsrbb.carrd.co

We're excited to see what everyone will cook up this year! ✨

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Story by Tenddisorder Art and prompt by me 

Xiao Xingchen is a historian. Xue Yang is an archaeologist. Together, they technically violate anti-graverobbing legisation. 

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So, some Things got in the way, but now it’s finally here! The absolutely heartaching, breathtaking story Tenddisorder wrote for my art prompt for the 2024 MDZS Reverse Big Bang!

It made me cry so many times, in all the best ways (happy ending, I swear!) Please go read it!

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MDZS RBB time again :D

My artwork is not safe for tumblr, so it is located here:

And @angie-s-g wrote a fic for me! Also not safe for tumblr XD

You can read it here:

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My final art contribution for the @mdzsrbb features dragonji and foxxian! I was so fortunate to be paired with the wonderful @terabyte-my-ass , who wrote Twice As Nice to go with it!

Please go check out YaYa’s amazing work on AO3! 🎉🐉🦊

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Last collab of the @mdzsrbb collaborations as an artist! This time with the fabulous LeaRoxy who took on the challenge of writing a fic for this illustration and came with the perfect plot for it! Click on the title to go read it! and remember to leave lovely comments ♥♥♥

A Cultivator’s Guide to Sex Ed

"Unable to handle the ignorance of her peers when it comes to sexual education, Wen Qing petitions Lan Xichen to let her teach a class. He agrees, with one strange request: that Nie Huiasang be her co-teacher. The two of them must work together to get their peers and friends on track to having good sex, while somehow managing their own affairs."

Pairings:

❤💗Wen Qing/Jiang Yanli

💚💜💛Nie Huaisang/Jiang Cheng/Jin Zixuan

You can fin LeaRoxy on tumblr as well @learox-smurftlk-blog

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Ahhh the final rbb of this year, a fantastic fic written by HelleborianGirl I’m so grateful for the team organising this and the authors I got this year!!

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it’s here at last! i’m super happy to announce my @mdzsrbb collab with the fantastic @gentil-minou , who wrote a wonderfully moving fic, Gentians on Doorways, to accompany my art ❤️

Read it here!

In this story, lwj’s late mother was a kindergarten teacher. A grieving lwj commissions artist wwx to illustrate a songbook featuring the nursery rhymes she sang to her students. Each of the 8 panels in the artwork above features a different nursery rhyme.

Here’s a playlist of all the nursery rhymes featured!

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Gentians on Doorways

Written for the @mdzsrbb and inspired by the beautiful artwork made by @wrecklwj !

“How were you and my mother…acquainted?” “Acquaintances? She was my best friend!" ~ After a decade of living abroad, Lan Zhan returns to China to sort through his mother's affairs after her death. There, he meets Wei Ying, his mother’s friend who she'd commissioned to illustrate a book of nursery rhymes. But Lan Zhan is out of his depth in a land that was once his home. After all, there's no step-by-step guide for when your mother dies.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Wakes & Funerals, Falling In Love, parental loss, Expat Lan Zhan, Artist Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, writing a funeral scene and trying to not make it accidentally horny aka the wangxian curse, just lots of feelings about moving away from your parents, and the fickleness of memories

Lan Zhan & Madam Lan + Wangxian | Complete | 33.7K | Rated T

Preview under the cut

The hallway seems to stretch into infinity, each click of the head teacher’s heels echoing through the vastness of space. A preposterous exaggeration, given that the feet that tread these walls belong primarily to small humans with smaller legs, and such a length would be impractical.

To Lan Zhan, in this moment, it’s the longest hallway in the world.

The head teacher gestures for him to follow her around the corner, as if Lan Zhan was like her young disciples and prone to getting lost in a singular hallway with no intersections. She’s younger than Lan Zhan had expected for a head teacher of an elementary school. She can’t be more than a few years older than him.

"Her classroom is just this way, south facing,” Haung-laoshi rambles, sending him another overly kind, pitying glance. “She loved that room. Lots of natural sunlight."

Lan Zhan nods absently, more out of politeness than true agreement. The light streaming in from the windows that line this hallway grates on his jetlagged state. His head is absent of most thoughts, only the inane recognition that south-facing windows must have meant her classroom would be sweltering and excruciating during a heatwave. Even now, the sun beats down on Lan Zhan, stifling in the late afternoon.

The windows face an inner courtyard. Distantly, Lan Zhan can hear the children laughing and playing, but much of it is drowned out by clicking heels on tiled floor.

He turns his head away from the glaring sun to the interior wall displaying a gallery of crudely drawn blocks and splotches of paint arranged unintelligibly on colored paper. A tiny placard next to each denotes the name of a kindergartener and the vision. Family pets, the playground, a favorite toy, a doting sibling.

A mother, her stick figure arms just out of reach of her stick figure child.

Hastily, Lan Zhan turns back to the endless hallway, where a wooden door seems to grow smaller and smaller as the walls expand outward impossibly so, like the distance is growing wider, not smaller, and clicking heels and laughing children run circles in his pounding head. Everything, from the rhythmic thumping of Lan Zhan’s shoes against tiled floors to the distant ringing in his ears, from the chipped paint along the baseboards to the glaring sunlight arcing overhead, pounds against Lan Zhan’s head like a stampede of charging elephants.

He should be running. Running and running, far and away before the stampede barrels over him leaving his body cracked and bruised in its wake. He shouldn’t be here. He should be anywhere but here.

Then, abruptly, the clicking of the heels ceases when Huang-laoshi stops in front of that wooden door, now a normal size and directly in front of Lan Zhan. A tiny frosted glass window rests above the doorknob in a vertical pane, with leftover pieces of tape missing the accoutrements they once secured.  A row of neatly painted purple flowers blooms through the wood on the bottom of the door, caught in motion as they dance in an unseen wind.

There is no wind to suggest this. He knows simply by looking at the brushstrokes, familiar swirls like the ones that once adorned the wooden doors of his childhood home. He can see it clearly in his mind’s eye, each stroke of a well-worn paintbrush and the subtle sighs of contentment when the artist in question lifted her brush and beamed back at him with pride.

“What do you think, ZhanZhan?”

This far away, the children’s roughhousing fades into the din leaving behind empty space.

Somehow, silence is worse.

“You must be so shocked. It was all so sudden…” Huang-laoshi remarks kindly as she retrieves a crumpled tissue from her pocket and dabs at the corners of her eyes. “I know I already said this, but I am so sorry for your loss.” She lifts a hand as if to pat his shoulder, but Lan Zhan takes a measured step to the side and her hand falls to rest by her side.

Outside, sunshine cascades through flowering trees and leaves speckled shadows dancing in the grass. A breeze slips in through the windows and winds through strands of Lan Zhan’s hair. The subtle scents of a summer on the rise, lying in wait for season’s change.

The breeze does little to soothe his heated skin. “Thank you,” Lan Zhan says politely with little inflection.

Huang-laoshi pauses, waiting for Lan Zhan to continue. But Lan Zhan has little more to say.

Ever since he’d arrived here, everyone seems to think Lan Zhan has something more to say.

What is there to say about his mother dying?

Read more on Ao3

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AND because i'm extra lucky this author wrote not one, but two fanfics for my art! The second one is a fencing au for this piece:

(the uniforms in this were so complcated to draw that i didn't even dare to attempt this one in water colour xD)

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The Rabbit Who Was Drawn to the Sea - by @learox-smurftlk-blog

Mortals tell a myth of the great primordial dragons, before the land grew too large and the stars outnumbered the waves. Of the moon rabbit who came down with the gift of immortality, and a companionship so craved that they'd do anything to keep it. But the truth is often so much more than the myth.

Part of the @mdzsrbb 2024

Read it here!

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Excited to share my second artwork for the @mdzsrbb 2024. This time, I was paired with Julomai, who wrote a lovely YanSu fic for me.

Please check out Looked to the Children on ao3!