#i love you mdzs fandom

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Trapped in a vicious cycle of pining? Try gay sex! (More things to learn over at Tiger Tiger!)

[tea-cat-arts]

[mxtxfanatic]

Fandom Gripe #23: I know that fandom is in some deep denial about its treatment of female characters that are canonically involved with fan favorite m/m ships, but do y’all realize that when you disappear female characters from the narrative wholesale to push the idea that your canonically straight fav was “secretly gay all along!” you’re making several bad implications? That 1) bi men don’t exist, 2) bi men do exist, but those who have genuinely loved a woman before cannot genuinely love a man after that (therefore bi men don’t exist in practice), 3) women cannot inspire genuine love and devotion in men, therefore any relationship with a woman is “lesser” than the one they later have a man (see previous parenthesis), or 4) to acknowledge the existence of a lovable woman who isn’t a terrible person, where if a relationship previously existed, it did not end because of “incompatibility,” is enough to destabilize the present relationship between two queer men?

Because why is the tgcf fandom allergic to acknowledging that He Xuan had a whole ass fiancée that he loved? Why does no one ever seem to remember that the kidnappings and murders of He Xuan’s sister and fiancée were the final straws that sent him on his rampage, and he still keeps a shrine to them in the present-day of the story? Why is her entire existence and significance to He Xuan as a man, character, and to his character arc disappeared in favor of pushing Shi Qingxuan—the brother of the man responsible for his fiancée’s death—into that same role, as if to say that her impact on He Xuan is significant... just not when it's from her? Why does He Xuan’s life in fandom essentially begin not just after her death but because of it?

[lgbtlunaverse]

Life as a JGY stan is so hard because sometimes I want to make posts about the ways his very justified paranoia turns against him sometimes, rare moments where I think being more trusting or vulnerable would have helped but he felt like it couldnt, or talk about how his brutal survival instinct intersects with society's existing bigotries in a such a way that most of his violence is actually aimed at people lower on the ladder than him, with people like Jin Guangshan being the exception not the rule. Because he's a fascinating character and these parts of him are interesting!

But when I do that I have to live in perpetual fear of the moment that it escapes its target audience and someone takes it to go "Yeah he's a monster who fucked over everyone and is incapable of love! I wish he was killed earlier and his death was a thousand times more painful 🤪"

I mean, take my last example. Due to existing hierarchies it is, at any point, easier and safer for jgy to harm people less powerful than him instead of more powerful than him, even if the more powerful are the ones threatening his safety in the first place. Even knowing how it harms him and while working against it, Jin Guangyao is not immune to internalizing the mindset of the world he lives in. Even when killing Jin Guangshan- one man- it ends up costing the lives of 20 sex workers. You think I can bring up the sex workers in this fucking fandom? You think that will go over peacefully? The well has been so thoroughly poisoned here it feels like any conversation around morality automatically turns into a courtroom to determine a sentence for this fictional fucking character who's already dead.

[l-wandering-etranger]

I am telling you, Yilling Patriarch! / Hair down Wei Wuxian hits different.

[nc-vb]

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡; 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲

I was so close to just turning this thing into an original character story. So, so close. Eh, I still could. If I do, it’ll certainly be with a male reader. Poly. The good stuff. ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

pairing → wèi wuxian x gn!reader

warnings → gn!reader; sfw, slightly suggestive & fluff; description of injury & blood mention.

notes → post-resurrection wwx; ftl with lwj/wwx implications; reader uses healing cultivation techniques. → title is based on the Chinese proverb, “Yǒuqíng yǐnshuǐ bǎo, wúqíng shí fàn jī”.

wc -> 1.8k

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“Hm… hm, hm, hm…”

Hand on your chin and another on your hip, you’re bent over, scrutinizing the bemoaned man sitting on the ground before you. Still, he accosts you through his bangs, at first silently questioning you before opting to speak.

“… what is it?” Your lips purse, registering the hollow tone of his voice.

“I’m just wondering why you felt the need to try to hide your injuries when you returned today,” you say, dipping down into a bend that levels your eyes together. Wei Wuxian blinks once before averting his gaze to his lap. “After all, you’ve always been a terrible liar, gēge. There’s no way I wouldn’t find out.”

“Not that I find any pride in it, but I am not a terrible liar,” he huffs. “What injuries?” Between his bangs and upon his cheeks, you spot rouge, and frown.

“There’s a chance you’re coming down with a fever, Xian-xian,” you explain, raising a hand to rest against his forehead. “You’re very warm.” Quickly, while his attention is elsewhere, your eyes scan across him, head to toe, examining his body language for where it might be, supposing he might not appreciate being stripped down to the point of indecency. “Also— you have not been on the receiving end of your Mò Xuányǔ act, so I’ll hear nothing more about it.” Even still…

His shoulders? Gently, but still firmly enough to test turbulent waters, you squeeze from their muscular tops, down, down, down past his biceps, elbows, forearms, your fingers gliding from his wrists to twist his palms face up toward you— all whilst ignoring his flustered complaints. Nothing, or at least, he has no pained reaction to your touch here.

You move on, kneeling before him, quick to be patting up from his padded ankles and calves and up to his knees, and in spite of his squirming, across the expanse of the corded musculature of his clothed thighs— them, you desperately try to not think too much about, even when he finally swats your hands away as you near the juncture where his legs and hips meet.

Unfortunately — for who, exactly? — you’ll have to remove the upper layer of his robes, and upon finding nothing on his lower extremities, you stand back up to do so. Eyes wide as your hands pass through either breast of his hanfu, Wei Wuxian is quick to grab your wrists and hold them away midair, teeth gritted and paling skin flushed in his apparent panic.

“Wei Wuxian!” you snap, voice hardened; he flinches upon feeling your musculature do the same. “Why on earth are you so guarded right now?”

“B-Because!” he accidentally stammers, instantly accosting himself in his mind for the blunder, only to do it again. “Because you’re… you’re trying to strip a grown man of his clothing! H-How indecent of you!”

Your cheeks warm. “Indecent?! What?! Me?” This time, the one corner of his lips rise, at you. “Wei Yīng!”

“Well, aren’t you?” Your exasperation shows itself through a sigh.

“The fact that you have a new body changes absolutely nothing about your old personality!” you remind him, whacking his apparently non-injured arm. “Why must you always turn a situation into something so suggestive!? I’m worried for you!”

“And so you would caress me like a lover would, just to see for my injuries?” he teases, raising his arms in faux protection of himself with a pout. Your face ignites with heat, and if it’s from anger, concern, or purely from the effects of his use of the word “lover”, you would refuse to address it, and instead rest a hand on his knee.

“If it means to find them, then yes,” you answer through clenched teeth. “I would.” If only slightly, Wei Wuxian’s arms drop at your words, eyebrows flying upward and in the opposite direction of his falling jaw. **

“Eh?” You would?

“So please, just… just let me see you; let me heal you. Don’t make me worry for you more than I already do.”

If you’re surprised by his sudden complacency, you don’t show it. Not when he lets you place his hands into his lap, not when he lets you unwrap the dadai securing his zhongyi shut, and barely when he lets you slide your hands beneath his breast of his hanfu and along the prominence of his collarbones to his shoulders— just how are you being so… so normal about this?! he wonders, pulse racing.

Two hands fly up between you to pause you once more. You sigh, hands now braced against him when you’d lurched forward.

“Xian-xian, you…”

“Sorry, I— I’m not trying to stop you exactly, I just…” Gently, he clears his throat. “You’re just—”

You sputter out a chuckle after finally meeting his lowered, lidded gaze. No, it wouldn’t be surprise that you were feeling.

“The shameless, smooth-talking Wèi Wuxian, flustered after a little skin-on-skin, hm?” Satisfaction, perhaps. Especially when you’ve managed to turn him the same shade of red as his belt. “Who’s the indecent one now?”

It’s true that your only motive for pressing the matter had been to treat his injury, one that you’d finally discovered upon pulling the left side of his hanfu down to reveal a set of long, jagged scrapes and slices leading from beneath his pectoral muscle and down to his waist; it’d even already started bruising around the worst affected areas, the scraping, itself, having caused bloody spotting from end to end. It’s why you’d been so lightheartedly offended when he’d called you indecent. Now, it’s only so obvious that it’d just been him being the pot to call the kettle “black”.

You’d never seen him blush so terribly before— not in the presence of the same girls he’d once teased with his ways over a decade ago (he wouldn’t dare now, not in the body of a so-called “lunatic” lest he be slapped for it), and perhaps only subtly in front of Lán Wàngjī (unless you count the times the two of them had been together that Hánguāng-jūn found himself dipping a little too deeply into the liquid courage). All his actions and words have been so calculated and controlled, such as his initial acts upon returning to life with Mò Xuányǔ’s visage, that you often think it comical when you find yourself able to catch him off-guard.

The sleeves of his under robe slip off his shoulders almost teasingly slow, through no fault of your own, but you don’t complain. Yes, despite the pounding in your chest that you know not only does is it from seeing your dear friend half nude, but from the overwhelming concern over the fact that this is the third time in eight days that Wèi Wuxian has returned to you scathed.

It’s absentmindedly done, when a nimble finger dips into the dredge of his belt’s knot to loosen it. You watch it collapse around his waist, half hanging onto the fabric pooled along his lap, before reaching to part his zhongyi and robes. It… exposes too much, your already muddled thoughts muddle on.

You bite back a sigh, and your fingers drag down to his abdomen almost fretfully. With the suddenly abysmal tone your voice takes on, it is barely a distraction from you for Wèi Wuxian. “This world has taken so much from you, and yet… you never tire to give back to it. The second time around, you ought to take better care of yourself, xīngān…”

Until now, that is.

If it weren’t for how stiff the man before you has become, you might not have even noticed you’d said the word in the first place. Xīngān?! More absentmindedness!! You curse yourself, dreading the look that might be awaiting you on Wèi Wuxian’s face, but you look up to him anyhow.

It’s insufferable. He’s insufferable, just like you’d figured he would be. His expression is a tell-all— as hard as he’d fight the fact, he truly is a terrible liar, and the truth shines through in this look of his: though pale likely from the pain of his injury, the tips of his nose and ears, as well as the highest peaks of his high cheekbones, blazed with rouge, and accompany the quirking of the corners of his lips, as if unsure whether to smile or to smirk.

Though, what’s certainly more intolerable is the back and forth your thoughts pull you along with in deciding whether you’re simply embarrassed that the endearing term slipped out, or, if you wished he might bother to do something about it.

“X-Xīngān, huh?” Slow and shy, Wèi Wuxian laughs, his gaze softening when yours meet. “You care that much for me, hm?”

“D… Don’t get a big head; it just slipped out.” You abruptly straighten, prompting Wèi Wuxian to do the same to avoid being hit in the chin. He leans back on his hands, knees splitting apart to balance his weight.

“Well, if someone called you their xīngān, maybe you’d react the same way.”

“Maybe,” you agree, and once more, your flesh burns— their xīngān, you realize he’d said. My… xīngān.

“Hehe.” Wèi Wuxian suddenly grins at you, eyes shut and smile bright— cheeky man.

“My xīngān,” you muse aloud, stepping forward and in between his parted legs. Upon feeling your clothed thighs brush against his, Wèi Wuxian’s eyes snap open, his lips dividing in shock as he stammers out your name. Your own satisfied purse of your lips — in fact, coupled with your one hand rising to cradle the left of his face while the other presses into his opposite shoulder for balance, he only becomes further mute, unable to stammer out even a single consonant. “My xīngān.”

It’s instinctive when Wèi Wuxian’s hand curls around the back of your thigh, the other keeping him propped upward, because despite his inability to speak, he wants nothing more than to show you just how much enjoys the sound of this. Across the expanse of it, his fingers dance, ruffling your own hanfu and ku beneath them and pulling you deeper into him.

“My xīngān,” he echoes. Your bottom lip wrinkles beneath the teeth that bite down on it, eyes shimmering with something he’d yet to see for himself on you. Upwards, his hands slide, over the curve of your rear that has you gasping sharply, and up to your waist— Wèi Wuxian leans forward and buries himself into your chest with no warning, arms wrapped around your middle and face hidden in the folds of your robes.

Hands poised once more on his shoulders to push him away, you pause when you feel him wince against you, and realize that your leg must be touching his wounds. “W-Wèi Wuxian, come on, let me heal you now—”

“Not yet,” he murmurs, his hold only tightening. You find yourself glad he can’t see your face right now. “This is healing enough.”

I just wanted something cute about him here... dats all...

© nc-vb 2023 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

[peridot-tears]

Big smooch to my Lianluo people, Lian Hua Lou/Mysterious Lotus Casebook has been such a lovely little fandom to be a part of.

[poorlittleyaoyao]

Beefleaf isn't canon. Mxtx has said she doesn't like to write another gay ship different from the main (she struggled with svsss)

I have heard about this! The content I saw was just so insistent about Beefleaf that I wondered if maybe I was misremembering and the "no same-gender side couples" thing applied to MDZS only. (I have gotten similar vibes from Moshang and from whatever Yue QIngyuan and Shen Jiu's ship name is, but I've now obtained Vol. 1 of SVSSS and plan to read it, so if those two aren't actually canon, don't tell me! It can be a surprise!)

The "no side couples"--or, in MDZS's case, "no queer characters AT ALL besides the protag, his love interest, and the disgraced goth weirdo who annihilates himself to resurrect the protag"--thing confuses me, because... I guess I don't get the point of it? I totally understand not having the bandwidth to develop more than one couple. The challenge of adequately building up other relationships fully independent of your main couple without detracting from the exploits of your protagonist and his love interest could be daunting, as would expanding the story's focus and juggling multiple equally-prominent lead characters for an effective ensemble piece. But here it seems like people picked up a vibe between the characters from what was already there in the text and then MXTX was like, "oh, no, they're not a couple! there's just the one couple!" and THAT I don't get. If she's disinterested in writing women, but has a cast of attractive men who are all obsessed with each other, why not toss a romance in there between some of the guys? Again, you can keep it entirely as-is and just toss a kiss in there or confirm in interviews that yes, they were in love, and you're so happy readers picked up on that even though you didn't get to tell their full story on the page.

I am extrapolating based on the Xiyao situation specifically, so maybe this doesn't apply to her other works! But it is a choice that confuses me. A couple doesn't have to be that developed; Xuanli certainly aren't, but their existence is a major plot point. I should think that the presence of other m/m couples would bolster the main couple, if anything, because it sets a precedent for them existing in their world. There are situations where adding an expressly romantic element would change something fundamental about the relationship, but there are just as many where the addition of a romantic element changes nothing or makes it make more sense (case in point: Xue Yang's freakout after killing Xiao Xingchen).

Like I said, I get not wanting to devote energy to it, and I also get that sometimes a work or performance is received by the audience in ways the artist didn't intend (this is the Destiel website, after all), but to make it a conscious choice to have One M/M Couple Only? Based on what I currently know, this perplexes me.

[sunbunnyyy]

i know i just got here, but seeing all of the laughably bad takes from both sides of the spectrum is convincing me that no, i don’t actually need to be on social media again.

[factsilike]

It is wishful thinking, but sometimes I wish I could just take away the term "unreliable narrator" from people, because they will look at any main character who lies in a story, and promptly slap that label on them, no second thoughts whatsoever.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Valentine's Day! (and this blog's first post anniversary!)

[happypeachsludgeflower]

I am completely unsurprised to learn that yall are all crazy people that write 100k+ fics en masse for mxtx

I thank you for your service 🫡

[mxtxfanatic]

Just for the record, I actually don’t hate any mdzs character. Mxtx’s stories are so well-crafted that I love the roles that every character plays. I love the chills and digust that Jin Guangyao inspires in me. I loved the hatred that Xue Yang causes to flare up in me when I reread the Yi City arc. I love the amusement I get every time Jiang Cheng lives up to his failed-hero role, doubly so when I remember that he is also a failed-villain because Xue Yang is actually the better version of him lmao. I love dissecting Nie Mingjue’s hypocrisy in what it means when Wei Wuxian thinks of him as an “upholder of morality.” I love the pity that I feel for Lan Xichen such that I struggle to commit to how I view him just like how he struggles with how to view those he loves. And the complexity and diversity of each character’s life experiences and autonomous choices is the icing on the cake that makes fans’ (me included) obsessions over them wholly understandable.

What I hate is feeling coerced into liking a character how fandom wants me to like them, especially if the “evidence” supporting liking said character is just popular fanon that the fandom has taken as gospel truth. The more I feel pressured into ignoring a character’s canon personality to adopt a fanfic version of them whose only similarity is that they share a name, the harsher I want to be with my critique of them. Don’t give me morally righteous!Nie Mingjue who totally would’ve defended the Wen and I won’t give you hypocrite!Nie Mingjue who deserved to be cut into pieces, just not by the person who did it. Don’t give me best brother, best jiujiu!Jiang Cheng and I won’t give you pathetic manbaby!Jiang Cheng who deserved to have Wei Wuxian’s golden core removed from him the hard way for his ungratefulness and for his sister to come back to life to bitch slap him for how he treats her son. Don’t give me best bro wangxian shipper!Lan Xichen and I won’t give you morally weak!Lan Xichen who deserved every bit of the psychological torture Nie Huaisang put him through for his inability to truly stand by any of his brothers, biological or sworn.

Don’t give me some “everyone is secretly good with no flaws” bullshit and I won’t feel the need to balance it out by listing every single one of their sins and nailing it to the door like Martin Luther. I like these characters. Don’t turn me into a hater, cause if you think I’m mean now? Lol

[shake-this-poet-out-of-the-beast]

The alternate version: Tiefling wizard Sizhui

[wifiwuxians]

in this house we love Song Lan...........2!!

happy birthday @aoxue !!!! it's been another beautiful year of knowing you and having my life lit up every time you come online!! and ALSO... this doubles as a happy birthday to Song Lan!!! because that's what happens with no canon birthday, we decided on it together~

[id: an illustration of song lan, xiao xingchen, and a-qing. the image is tinted pink. song lan is being embraced by an overjoyed and grinning a-qing, who he is extending his arm out to hold. he is also being held by xiao xingchen, who is kissing his cheek with his eyes closed. song lan is surprised, and has tears in his eyes. all three are alive and well, and xiao xingchen does not need a blindfold. a-qing's hair is tinted light green, xiao xingchen's is tinted a golden orange, and song lan's is tinted light blue. behind them, branches with pink flower blossoms fan out over a light pink background. there are a few smudges of light across the image to add to its glow. to the bottom right, the image reads 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' /end id]

[reinedeslys-central]

when it's been so long since you've read a fic that you forget about it and you find it in the search tags and start reading it again

and it's great, if a little familiar, but you've read a lot of these sorts of fics bc you like this tag a lot, so you assume it's nothing

but then the deja vu starts adding up and you start to wonder

and then moments before the great big Plot Twist Reveal happens you're suddenly like ah hell this is the bloody sundial fic again isn't it

smh this has to be the fourth time yet