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MDZS Fic Idea | "I get it now" |

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JC was known to run after his nephew a lot. Maybe it even did some harm. There's more than one reason why JC did that, regardless: worry, knowing how kids are,.. a lesser guessed or expected part was that it gave him a break from his sect duties.

However, now that JL has to really grind for his own sect leader role, this excuse is out the window, for the most part.

A few months or so go by, during which JC doesn't overstep the boundaries too much anymore.. Then, one morning.. or well, it was pretty much still night, dark out and all.. he wakes up due to noise in his house.

His house isn't known for being noisy, he's alone.

JC goes to explore, Zidian ready to whip away, on guard.. seeing the flickers of light through the crack of a door. He's prepped for it all, tearing open the door, only to.. freeze.

Sitting there on the ground, a jug of liquor in his hand, a book in front of him.. is JL, in his fine new "sect leader" robes.

JL doesn't even turn as JC stands there, lost and confused, only saying in the most low-energy, words matching tone. “I get it now...”

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| Everything was another moment of farewell. From changing his robes to those a sect leader had to wear.. which was Mingjue's fated task, to changing his bedroom to where his brother had formerly slept. Walking through the halls of his sect, eating their meals. Even the tiniest of things was accompanied by another moment of farewell. The birds singing as the seasons changed, the silence at times when his brothers voice would echo through the sect.. The days their parents had died, which Huaisang now had to face entirely alone too.

Everything was just another moment of the painful realizations kicking in, not that the pain ever truly faded. Just looking at his fans, even though he heard his brothers voice scolding him for holding them instead of a saber - No matter which direction he turned, his brother was nowhere near and would never ever be again. |

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I never really got into the habit of posting much about my ao3, or fics etc on here - or like making link ads etc - outside of the writing requests I got way back that are still up on this blog. But these days I've been going through my old stuff to edit and this NHS grieving fic still holds a special place in my heart. It's one of my unrequested, most ignored babies.

Everyone's situation in canon sucked, but the way it feels as if the only one to ever grief NMJ's death was NHS just stings different.

If you wanna check it out, it's short and hurts - like little apple or JL.

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Bringing it back cause the results are kinda hilarious. They're just equalling up over and over and I'm here like "uh-"

So, I never really made it a habit to promote anything on here writing wise. And I've seen mixed opinions on what's preferred. The only writings I have on here are requests for the requesters convenience with links for AO3 but no updated masterlist that includes AO3 only matters.

I've seen some people post excerpts tho and have also been debating to repost actual stuff on here but that's where your opinions come into play.. so, hi👋🏻

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| „If we could get a dime for every crime committed by Wei Wuxian we could just about bathe in money. So, pray tell, how shall we turn a blind eye to his second chance at life and let him live as if none of his cruel, outrageous deeds ever took place?!”

The hall where the meeting took place was tense with memories and fury - but then a laugh rang through it, which seemed to rain ice into the room, freezing it all into place.

„Then what about all the gold, the finest of treasures and robes we could deck the halls and ourselves in.. for all the crimes that could only ever take place, because of the unwillingness of you elders to speak out. Using the might and powers you've held for decades and decades for their intended purposes instead of cozy, sweet ignorance..?” |

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Had this stuck in my head for the whole month now and don't know what to do with it. So.. I'll just put it out there 'cause even writing it out hasn't given me a better idea.

Just a small excerpt from a meeting post canon. Is it NHS who loses his temper? LWJ? JC? JL? WWX himself? I can't figure it out, but man, the person ain't wrong.

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MDZS X TGCF Fic Idea

 | Secret ascension and shattered believes |

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So, I’ve had this idea in my head for a while that at some point mid canon WWX dies and everyone thinks he’s just gone. Then one day JC ascends and as he enters the hall, where all the TGCF gods are, WWX is sitting there.

And it just.. kinda wrecks JC because the canon went on and WWX didn’t help even tho now he’s a literal god. He never even got a sign that WWX is still alive. And WWX is trying to explain that he couldn’t meddle because it’s literally forbidden. But JC doesn’t care ‘cause since when does WWX follow rules?

And from there XL & HC, among others probably, try to calm the situation down because it’s no fun for anyone in a who knows how many miles radius.

(yes ik wwx lost his core, just think of him mastering 2 different types of cultivation. don’t tear it apart, make it work xD)

just imagine the angst, the vibes, the interactions...

Also, the idea and things possible with the TGCF canon having been some far gone past with them having to watch it all without being able to mess with anything.

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So, I never really made it a habit to promote anything on here writing wise. And I've seen mixed opinions on what's preferred. The only writings I have on here are requests for the requesters convenience with links for AO3 but no updated masterlist that includes AO3 only matters.

I've seen some people post excerpts tho and have also been debating to repost actual stuff on here but that's where your opinions come into play.. so, hi👋🏻

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Imagine a TGCF AU where XL, instead of accepting the debt, he just... Jumps back down as soon as he's like in heaven.

And everyone's there is like "didn't someone just ascend?" - "thought so too, who was it??" - "xl but he was like.. nope"

Or, alternatively, he never takes on the mission because while people don't wanna help him, they don't want him around either so they're just like "those few measly merits? I'll pay, bye crown prince, highness, ciao"

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Someone's probably done it before but I love the idea of lxc turning into an art critic in a modern au.

Like, he grew up playing at contests etc and learned how ruthless they usually are so he turns into one so the already torn artists he meets get one critic that doesn't tear them down further the same way he was

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"If they'd just talk" - the remedy of like 90% of happenings in mxtx novels

Alternate universe where Shi Qingxuan and Mu Qing are bffs and Mu Qing is just normal about things and Black Water Arc doesn't happen as a result, I REALIZE I wrote this fic but STILL if they were just FRIENDS like...TGCF would have gone so differently with the power of "oh just talk to him and clear the air", a force even stronger than Hualian's love

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Xie Lian would be the school idol that's all nice and famous. He'd be in all clubs + the star of all theater plays. Then he sees that one kid with no friends - aka HC - and man, he's also nice so....

AU idea for TGCF.

Band. Hong Hong-er is a band kid. He plays the trumpet.

It literally came to me in a dream for a few seconds, so that’s all I got.

Some band kids if they’re young in Highschool, have to wait for a parent or guardian to pick them up if the bleachers. (Cough cough freshmen)

Do with this as you will, I just wanted to put this out there. Xie Lian can be, like, a choir kid, or something. IDK.

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So, I'm rereading tgcf (kinda) but I'm not rushing it like I did the first time around. Instead I'm just sitting on however far I've read for a while to actually let it impact me and what not.

The thing that I can't get out of my mind (9% in, yes I read on my phone) is this portion where XL ascends for the 3rd time & he's in the internal chat forum & the iconic former friend duo of his just goes ham on each other.

"Was it you?" has me question if anyone has tapped in into the prank potential of FX and MQ before. Like, do they just take turns ruining the temple of the other, when no believer are around, and the other isn't looking? Do they draw inappropriate shit on the others holy statues and what not? Do they casually toss giant bells onto the others head?

Like, all I can think of is either ruining the others temple & when the believer show up the one that ruined it comes around in some sorta disguise and goes "if you believed in x instead that wouldn't have happened". Like, stealing each others believers back and forth, etc

Pranks. That's it. That's the idea/post.

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What gets to me about my TGCF reread, like almost 3 years after I originally read it, in the middle of my MDZS PTSD that left me numb to a load of it, is just... The severity of XL's depression.

I sat like 3 days on the intro with most of chap 1 that I read and was like.. damn.

It's not the vile, noisy, emo type of depression. It's not the type of depression that's loud and gory. It's the worst kind.

It's the "I've long since shut off", the "nothing gets to me anymore" where even the voices of depression have gone mute. No more death wishes, or nagging yells in your head of self-loathing.

It's the type where everything's long since turned so normal that he just accepts it. Anything bad that happens to him or is directed at him is just legit and rightful with no emotion to it other than that effing deep "i get it, it's true". The amount of shit a person has to go through before they truly don't care the way he does is like.. damn, just damn.

(I'm just gonna leave this on my writing blog 'cause dang it's sad but important for writing him in char)

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so, a while back i came up with this headcanon for lxc and since i can’t get it out of my head that jgy would be the person that is such a people pleaser he’d forget about himself.

one night, after who knows how many parties he threw and people he catered to, he’s just in his kitchen or something, searching for a snack or food or a drink. and he’s just there like.. do i actually like any of that...? and he realizes that he doesn’t even know what he likes.. for that he has an endless amount of knowledge about what others like and tons of that everywhere.

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MDZS Fic Idea | Gotta collect them all

So, what if, after the war, a bunch of artists came together to draw up the olden day equivalent of pokemon/yu-gi-oh cards? Or those from Harry Potter.

Just little paintings of all the great heroes of the siege against the Wens - all types of postures, etc.

More and more artist join in, until those depicted hear about them as well - because of pesonal bias and the likes, some are more rare than others.

Who'd be the one to collect his own cards? Who'd claim to not care, but keeps an eye on them to see how popular they are? Who would have the awkward experience of cards from a specific person falling out of his pockets?

(this could be combined with pretty much any au/canon divergence etc. could make a relationship starter etc)

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Modern MDZS AU | Help me, doc.

One of my favorite ideas is still a modern setting where there’s no war or animosities between the fams per se.

NMJ has a company, something woodwork related or so, & he’s doing well for himself - even if NHS doesn’t seem like a successful heir.

One day, however, NMJ injures himself, whether during work, working out, getting into a fight,... and he’s brought to the hospital.. where he meets WQ. She’s great at her job, but what gets to him more is that she’s not intimidated by him, hell, she even gives him a share of words back.

Oddly, from then on he’s at the hospital a lot. Always “sick”.. of course.

They’re both attracted, but too similar. Career over everything, sibling over everything,.. but man, that attraction is there & sooner or later people pick up on it.

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Just to let people on here know, that's my fic and it's got 2 chaps now. It's ongoing, doesn't have set upload dates tho

by jc_aka_why_me

During the day Jiang Cheng can push away all that has happend in his life, the burning of his sect as much as the death of his parents and many more people he had held dear. Yes, even his sister being away, Wei Wuxian being missing. But, as the story goes, one can only pretend for so long before it all comes crushing down.

It comes crushing down on him every day as the sun goes down and the fires around him at the camps start. Candles, lamps. They make him travel back in time in his mind, while physically they make him run and hide.

How can survival feel so much more lethal and painful than dying?

The only hint of peace comes unexpected, it reoccurres from then on every night: a melody played on a flute is his only comfort in the dark.

Words: 1113, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), MDZS, The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén

Relationships: Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén

Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Handling Canon Trauma, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

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MDZS Headcanon about LXC being the type that starts liking a drink, snack etc to the point he just drinks/eats it until he hates it but each time without fail people don't know he's started hating it so because he's too nice he just keeps getting and being forced to nom down the stuff he can't get down anymore.

It gets to a point where he actually starts liking the things again and other times he just makes up the excuse of not having the time to eat/drink it then and there but when he's home he feels too guilty and noms it down either way.