#jiang cheng feels

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heartfelt Reunion.

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[s2pdoktopus]

When Jiang Cheng says something he shouldn't have said.

[ID: A MDZS comic. Jiang Cheng angrily shouts, "I wish I didn't sacrifice myself to the Wen for you!" Wei Wuxian looks stunned. "... What?" Then he looks furious. "You did what?!?"

Wei Wuxian grabs Jiang Cheng by the collar and growls, "C'mere you little shit. Say it again. What did you do?" Jiang Cheng, sweating, goes, "Nothing," and Wei Wuxian pleads, "Jiang Cheng, please..." Jiang Cheng looks down and puts a hand over Wei Wuxian. "Wei Wuxian..."

Jiang Cheng looks up with an earnest expression. "It's all in the past, it doesn't matter anymore. Let it go. (Or something.)" Wei Wuxian looms over him and scolds angrily, "Don't you dare use my words against me!" End ID]

[yustinamishka]

You know that scene in Turning Red? What if Jin Ling saw that lost and traumatized younger version of Jiang Cheng…

[sandushengshou]

Jiang Cheng & Wei Wuxian | missing wwx

[lecinea]

No, but to suggest that Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng only ever had the relationship of a master and servant and that the only thing that held them together was debt and obligation on Wei Wuxian's part is such a wild take considering how absolutely unhinged the both of them are when it conscerns the other.

[asha-mage]

Do ya'll ever think about how every character in MDZS is living in a radically different genre of story?

Cause yeah, sure Wei Wuxian is living in a danmei fantasy novel with strong romantic comedy elements, but if you slide over a bit Lan Wangji is living a serious and heady drama about regret, loss, yearning, the passage of time, and ultimately atonement.

Scooch on over to Xichen and your in a straight up Greek tragedy, right down to the parable about hubris and trust. Jin Guangyao is living meanwhile in a political dark fantasy al'la Game of Thrones, Nie Huaisang is in a Gothic moody Monte Cristo-esque reflection on revenge and deception, and while Lan Sizhuhi and Jin Ling are living in two VERY different YA fantasy books ('magic boarding school/secret orphan of destiny' and 'Steven Universe style coming of age/discovering all your family are some flavor of evil and magic' respectively).

Everyone connected to Yi City is living inside a dark psychological thriller/horror flick, except for Xue Yang who is in a Found Family/Enemies to Lover fic right up until he isn't.

Jiang Cheng's entire life has been one long soap opera, and it is showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

[lgbtlunaverse]

Most annoying NMJ or JC take is when someone that dislikes them is like "oh you're a fan of him? *scoff* Well obviously you've only seen cql, where he was super watered down. In the novel he's a dislikable asshole and that's the objectively superior canon I'm working from instead of your woobified fanfic." Meanwhile your main canon is novel canon and you genuinely find novel Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue complex sympathetic characters.

[spriteofmushrooms]

The first time Jin Guangyao held Jin Ling did not go as he'd expected. Jiang Wanyin, half-mad and barely functional, for some reason had been allowed into the nursery by Jin-furen. The moment whispers of this reached Jin Guangyao, of course he went to intercede; and it was fortunate he had. He could hear wailing halfway down the corridor.

"Why is he crying?" Jiang Wanyin demanded of the wetnurse as he held the baby incorrectly.

"This one is sure Sandu Shengshou knows better than her," she replied, eyes wide. Jin Guangyao made note of this, but he had few hopes of improvement. Jin servants knew to be meek.

"Obviously, I don't," Jiang Wanyin snapped, brows furrowed as he stared down at Jin Ling. Jin Guangyao purposefully brushed the silk of his robe, and like a dog Jiang Wanyin raised his head at the sound. "Lianfang-zun, what am I doing wrong?"

With a smile, Jin Guangyao moved between the shaking wetnurse and the mad dog of Lotus Pier. "Jiang-zongzhu, babies require support. Adjust your hand--yes, ah, slightly to the side--"

"Please just show me," Jiang Wanyin said, sounding tired as he held out Jin Ling.

The moment stilled. If his cultivation were better, Jin Guangyao believed he would hear the wetnurse's breath stop. She was, after all, expressly forbidden from allowing his whoreson hands to touch his nephew; yet neither of them could deny a sect leader.

A-Ling was warm and soft, sweetly heavy as all babies should be. His embroidered, daffodil-colored swaddling still burned with the heat of Jiang-zongzhu's high cultivation. Automatically, Jin Guangyao checked the boy for a fever; but of course no illness was allowed to fester in this child.

His chubby cheeks were red from crying, but as Jin Guangyao settled him in his arms, Jin Ling slowly quieted.

"As expected of Lianfang-zun," Jiang Wanyin said, slightly mocking.

When Jin Guangyao gauged his expression from under his eyelashes, however, Jiang Wanyin seemed wistful. He looked as young as he was.

(For a moment, Wen Ruohan's laughter filled his mind. "Xiao-zongzhu" had been a common target of derision, in the beginning. Wen Chao's account of the rape of Lotus Pier had been unusually thorough, and its contents were well-known amongst Wen Ruohan's inner circle. Jin Guangyao had not included the details in his reports to either his father or Lan Xichen. He doubted that this discretion would matter at all to Jiang Wanyin, who had tortured Wen Chao at the side of Wei Wuxian. What would he do to Jin Guangyao for being the last to know?)

Choosing to ignore the self-deprecation and memories both, Jin Guangyao instructed Zidian's master on the handling of human children. Jiang Wanyin made an attentive student, but he did not reach to take Jin Ling even once Jin Guangyao finished. "Would you like to hold him?"

Frowning with concentration, Jiang Wanyin nodded and sidled closer. He held his arms as Jin Guangyao had shown him, and then he checked Jin Guangyao's face, seeking approval.

"Good," Jin Guangyao said. Jiang Wanyin didn't smile, but some tension eased. Careful not to touch hands, Jin Guangyao returned Jin Ling to his jiujiu.

The wetnurse's gentle "oh" described the scene well.

Against the black and violet, Jin Ling looked like a ray of sunshine piercing clouds. Jiang Wanyin's face cleared until he looked as delicately beautiful as gossip painted him to be; while Jin Guangyao generally considered him fragile, it was more in the sense of an arrow point designed to break once it pierced flesh. Now, though, he could understand why Jiang Wanyin was so often painted as a mourning lover spurned by the Yiling Laozu.

Then Jin Ling fell asleep, and Jiang Wanyin's eyes watered. He slowly settled onto the couch, careful not to jostle their nephew.

"How long can I stay?"

Ideally, half an incense stick. Jin Guangyao turned to the wetnurse. "Could you please ask Jin-furen to advise us?"

She bowed her head and left.

After a few moments, Jiang Wanyin said, "She needs guards in the room with her. If she can't even tell me I've fucked up, how will she fare against assassins?"

"Gold Scale Tower has many guards," Jin Guangyao began, but Jiang Wanyin snorted.

"Where do you think we are? If some pompous Jin cousin demands Jin Ling, would she say no? Much less someone with weapons drawn."

"As a servant--"

"Jiang servants can and would."

Jin Guangyao smiled. "Is it not true that Jiang servants are entirely comprised of disciples, disciple candidates, and those who failed to cultivate but chose to stay?"

"It's a sect," Jiang Wanyin answered. "Typically, they are operated like sects, yes."

"Gold Scale Tower must run in accordance with its scale," Jin Guangyao said. "The servants are often merely servants."

Jiang Wanyin, whose face displayed his opinion of that, said nothing for a moment, allowing Jin Guangyao to notice his headache. "She needs guards for herself, not just outside of the room," he repeated.

"Perhaps this is something you can address with Jin-furen?"

Looking up from Jin Ling, Jiang Wanyin studied him. "Alright. Is there anything else you want me to say?"

Jin Guangyao's fingers twitched with the desire to straighten his gold robes. "Between Jin-furen and Jiang-zongzhu, I am sure that all concerns have been considered."

"Please, you notice everything and didn't accept one single item I suggested for a-jie's wedding," Jiang Wanyin said. "Do you expect me to believe you don't have opinions on Jin Ling?"

Jin Guangyao inclined his head, and then he tentatively offered an observation and a suggestion. When Jiang Wanyin merely looked thoughtful, Jin Guangyao continued; while Jiang Wanyin occasionally asked clarifying questions, he never reacted emotionally.

It was... strange, to be in a room with this man, discussing the care of a child he wasn't allowed to do anything for. He wondered what he must look like to Jiang Wanyin to be accepted so easily as an expert on Jin Ling, on anything. Unsettling.

Yet unlike Nie Mingjue, being seen didn't seem dangerous; unlike Wen Ruohan, being noticed didn't accompany invitations to violence.

No, Jiang Wanyin observed him, and his conclusion was that Jin Guangyao could teach him how to hold his one treasure.

For the first time, it seemed like sharing a nephew with this man might be interesting, not simply alarming. Jin Guangyao looked forward to observing him further.

[heeheeehaw]

I think about jiang yanlis most stupid choice so often of running onto that battlefield. It's her most stupid choice but makes the most sense within her character and the story. She has spent her entire childhood perfecting these peacemaking skills and being a pillar for her brothers, protecting them from her parents. But they kept getting older and all of a sudden she isn't protecting them from her parents, there's politics and wars and so much violence that her soup can no longer fix. She watches as she gets closer and closer to losing at least one of her brothers, as their family falls apart and all of a sudden she's grieving her husband, alone with a baby in a place so foreign to her with no support and she is going to lose one if not both of her brothers and she is going to be alone. So she doesn't make the rational choice, she's scared and she's already had a taste at what might happen if she doesn't do something but all she has are the skills of a peacemaker from a time when things were simpler but she tries her best, doing what she knows to keep her brothers safe and fails. It's the stupidest thing she could have done and also the only thing that made sense to her at that moment

[lei-llustrations]

Master of Lotus Pier Master of my Heart

ha

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[whozui]

if i could be a worm in the brains of both lan zhan and jiang cheng, it would be when they both run into wei wuxian after he's resurrected

here's the man they both refused to believe was dead - back, and in a different body no less - and they both know it's him

like??? the absolute roller-coaster of emotions they both must be going through?? that has got to be one crazy cocktail of grief, hurt, anger, love, regret, relief (on lan zhan's part,) and memories and trauma??

and while they're experiencing all of that, wei wuxian is prancing about and acting like a fool pretending he isn't himself when they know it's him

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[gardensofthemoon]

Jiang Cheng is so. Is just so. He’s WWX’s shidi. His Sect Leader. His brother. His not-brother. His best friend. His enemy. His executioner. His most important person. His chance at forgiveness. His childhood sweetheart. His estranged acquaintance. His wife. His ex-wife. His home. Always, always his.

[robinade]

An extremely belated birthday gift for my bestie @twilightarc-gm! Per request, Jin Ling and his jiujiu being extremely judgmental. (insert John Mulaney voice here) Jiang Cheng is a bitch and I love him so much.

Cheers to another year of friendship, twi!

[sandushengshou]

the untamed + text posts

[fiftysevenacademics]

I can't quit thinking how much it must have hurt Jiang Cheng to get rid of those puppies.

If there was ever a kid who needed a dog (or three) it was Jiang Cheng, whose distant, unaffectionate father and harsh, demanding mother placed high expectations on him with few, if any, rewards for attaining them.

He played alone and experienced little of the rough and tumble play and competitive solidarity that kids have with one another, and that are the crucible in which those who are destined to become leaders learn true leadership skills. Training and running around with those puppies could have made up for some of that. Training dogs, he would have learned that rewards and praise work better than threats and punishment, and how to enforce discipline without anger or violence.

And look at the names he gave his puppies: Jasmine, Princess, and Little Love. These are the kinds of names a sensitive boy with a tender heart that had not yet been too crushed by patriarchal gender norms would give beloved pets. They are outlets for his need to be loved, and to feel loved in return-- puppies and dogs are so good at that, even if parents aren't always. No wonder he's so upset when Jiang Fengmian takes them away.

But there is an upside to the loss: Now he has a brother to play with. That brother turns out to be effortlessly better at everything than he is, and his natural leadership skills endear him to his father more than Jiang Cheng ever did.

Wei Wuxian becomes both a brother he loves and a rival he can never best, an infinitely frustrating cycle in which anger and shame immediately extinguish softer feelings like love, that rekindle only to again be extinguished. Anger is a kind of power, familiar to him already as the kind his mother wields, and it temporarily compensates for his constant feelings of inferiority. It's a big feeling that his high status allows him to express, and he never gets much chance to express or enjoy love.

Little Jiang Cheng needed those puppies so badly! No one around him fully appreciates how much his father made him sacrifice.