#Yunmeng Shuangjie

[nadiasna7]

Love me daily and nightly

[ithildinwrites]

do you think after the siege of the burial mounds, jiang cheng hears his siblings wherever he goes in lotus pier

he'll be walking around and hears faint laugher that sounds a lot like wei wuxian's, or thinks he smells jiang yanli's soup drifting from the kitchen

if he closes his eyes when the disciples are training and all he hears is the clanging of swords and the shuffling of feet as they move into their sword forms, he can see his brother years ago in the past, doing the same forms they did, only laughing through them and teasing jiang cheng

he'll walk through the market and remember when wei wuxian used to drag him around by the arm, stopping by all the vendors and picking lotus seeds right from the water to eat

he'll sit on the pier late at night and imagine his sister on one side and his brother on the other, warm presences right by his side. but then he remembers. they're gone, and he is alone

all he has left is a little boy who will grow to look a little too much like jiang yanli sometimes and a little too much like jin zixuan other times. he is like his uncle too, quick in anger. but sometimes he laughs or does something particularly mischievous and it reminds jiang cheng too much of wei wuxian. and if he tears up thinking about it, thinking about how his brother never got to meet the nephew he gave the courtesy name jin rulan to, then no one else needs to know but the waters and walls of yunmeng

[scrivenger-grimgar]

Yunmeng Jiang is probably the Florida of the Jianghu

Like, they canonically fought water ghouls with their bare hands, regularly get into brawls with each other, have no concept of appropriate volume, hell they have a town down close to the worldly people with no height separation or massive stone walls or a comical amount of gold plating, if you didn’t know that they was a cult of martial sorcerers in that town you might just think “wow, wealthy trading family. The docks are nice!” and then just leave.

The sect leader has no spine and a vaguely homoerotic relationship with his dead best friend slash manservant, he adopted one is fucking insane and also a radical genius, and you’d expect him to be the outlier but no, the sister is just as fucking weird, she’s probably gone around in soaking wet clothes carry a child like a football because “he fell in, I couldn’t just leave him there!”

The son likes to pretend he’s sane but he’s such a chronic gossip that he probably needed an intervention, his sword was named after the three poisons, and he also spent 13 years thinking that his dead adopted brother would find a way to resurrect himself.

Even Madam Yu isn’t safe because she lashed a teenager with a lightning whip like 36 times in the middle of the fucking Spanish Inquisition. She has such an irrational hatred of this one guy that she starts shitting on anyone even remotely kind to him. Girl. Go to therapy, or go to jail.

[twilightarc-gm]

MDZS Headcanon #3:

Context:

Inspired by the xianxia genre, spiritual qi a cultivator uses for spells and attacks have a color association. The Founder of Diabolism also kind of uses this too since it's a visual medium.

Weapons will have their own qi colors. In the novel, for instance, LWJ's Bichen's glare (sword light) is described as icy and blue. XY's Jiangzai has a black qi. XXC's Shanghua is silvery.

Suibian has a red glare.

Notably, Jiang Cheng's Sandu has a purple glare and Zidian has purple lightning and is white when very bright.

There's a brief explanation of Soul-Tranquilization Rites that says those born into powerful cultivation clans, who cultivate with spirit weapons, are not susceptible to turning fierce upon death.

Descendants of illustrious clans, such as Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan, were nurtured by their families and influenced by their spiritual weapons from birth. As they matured, they underwent countless Soul-Tranquilization Rites in order to minimize the chance of them turning into malicious ghosts after death.

To me this implies that even in the world of MDZS, spiritual weapons can affect their user.

Actual Headcanon:

Jiang Cheng's original qi was an indigo (you'll see me use this a lot in all my fics), but when he received the miracle of his "reformed golden core" his qi became a purple (I call it violet) color. Until the truth was revealed to him, he believed the change in his qi color was due to the use of Zidian, whose qi is also purple (which I also describe as violet.)

Once the truth is revealed, he understands that Wei Wuxian's red (I call it ruby) qi is what changed his true qi to a violet color.

[mdzs-double-trouble-fest]

☁ We got a lot of response to our last word cloud and the results look fantastic! Thank you to all for bringing a more 💞LOVE💞 to the fandom through Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian!!!

[midshipmank]

what is the best yunmeng shuangjie scene & why is it when they’re bickering over injuring each other “for real” over soup in yiling

[tls123]

— insp

[beifonng]

Jiang cheng antis are so annoying. Just saw some neanderthal say they’re upset jc never apologized to wwx 💀 wtf is he apologizing for like be so fr “hey so you spiraled out of control and accidentally caused the death of my last remaining family member and your hubris inadvertently caused my entire sect to be massacred but Im soooo sorry” like ok lmfao. Now if we’re talking about apologies sure he could apologize for blaming him for what happened with the wens killing his clan because even if wen chao was especially foul because of wwx the wens would’ve came regardless but anything aside from that is really up in the air. Hunting DC is a rumor that has never been confirmed (some of yall are illiterate so I’ll give you grace for missing that and the entire message about rumors in the book) and even if the rumor did have validity DC is not a good thing and DCs are not good people 💀. If we’re talking about defecting, it was staged and wwx made the choice of his own volition to defect because they both (wwx & jc) knew that JC didn’t have the power (politically and physically) to defend wwx for protecting the wen remnants. For the golden core, JC never asked him to give him his core, if anything he literally lost his core trying to protect wwx. It was a parallel symbolizing the extent that both would go for each other and sacrificing themselves to help the person they love. (And even then JC didn’t distract the wen patrol with the thought that he would lose his core, in his head the price of protecting wwx would be his life if he were to get caught. the one time JC chose love over duty) “jc should have apologized to wwx” I think there’s a lot of things unsaid between them both, whether that be apologies or whatever else, but don’t be fucking delusional and put all the blame on JC 💀 if you’re gonna make half-baked excuses on why you dislike him then you might as well wear a big glaring red sign that says remedial and illiterate xoxo

[nadiasna7]

I'll hold out my palms to fill them with your pain, Fill them with sadness, with the fear of the echoing dark. And you won't see how the sky goes down in flames, And life shatters all hopes and dreams.

Fall asleep in my arms, fall asleep, Fall asleep to the song of the rain.

From this song

[unreliable-narratoe]

Sketch practice with the twin gossips of yunmeng

[chalkrevelations]

Ugh, I only just made a connection: Of course, Jiang Cheng let Wei Wuxian leave after Guanyin Temple - he also let A-jie leave him to be with the man she loved, whatever his thoughts and feelings about That Fucking Guy or about being left behind and alone.

And now I am unwell.

[helpmeimblorboing]

Thinking about the Yunmeng Shuangjie because like the world made their relationship so complicated - adding in propriety and status and birth and whatnot - but at its core, at least at the very beginning, they were simply two idiots willing to let go of the world for each other

[mdzs-double-trouble-fest]

Your favorite Shuangjie is in!

The other day, we asked you across the three platforms we are running this event which version of the story has your favorite Yunmeng Shuangjie dynamics.

Your enthusiastic participation here on Tumblr decided the race by sheer numbers (you are powerful, hellsite!) and you won it for

The Untamed/CQL

Novel came in second for you, while Twitter put it first with CQL second. Votes on Bluesky went to both donghua and CQL

Thank you for playing, and join us again for our next poll! Let's see if Tumblr keeps being the decisive platform.

[fanfictiongreenirises]

Wei Wuxian hasn’t spoken with Jiang Cheng since the events of Guanyin Temple, but that’s fine! He prefers it like that. What do the two of them have to say to each other, anyway? But when he finds himself with a double of Jiang Cheng from the past, things that Wei Wuxian has been keeping buried start to unravel.

Written for the @mdzsbigbang!! Big thank you to all the mods who organised this <3

And featuring gorgeous art by Moon @barawrah 🫶🫶🫶 You can find their tumblr post here and tweet here!!

[mediocretosubpar-soup]

This post about Jiang Cheng loving Wei Wuxian enabled me to put words to a vague sad Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian headcanon that I've been ruminating on for a while. One flavour of Jiang Cheng's tragedy is that the dream he lost wasn't only that he and Wei Wuxian would lead Yunmeng Jiang sect together but that he show how he felt about Wei Wuxian openly. I think that young Jiang Cheng had ideas about how he as sect leader could give Wei Wuxian a more stable position than the ambiguous more than a servant or normal disciple and almost family position that Jiang Fengmian created for Wei Wuxian. But things happened and this dream became one more thing that Jiang Cheng didn't get to do. First because his position is too weak and Wei Wuxian doesn't trust him with relevant information and kills his their brother-in-law. Then in Wei Wuxian's second life, Wei Wuxian decides that his salvation lies in running away from society and seceding from all uncomfortable aspects of his past life. Wei Wuxian does this by throwing his lot in with another man who believes that his high regard is all Wei Wuxian needs.

[rabbitsquish]

This is your family

This is your home.

Your home. Your home.

Scorched earth and charcoal awnings. Where did the great lakes go? The stunning pavilions?

Gone?

But not gone, not in the way that matters - never in the way that matters.

Not whilst you carry your brother's love in your chest. His hope, his memories. His life, his time. His voice seems to hiss at you from under the eaves of the rotting houses.

What did you do? Brother, what did you do to me?

You pay the voice no attention, your brother may be dead, but he’s not gone. Not like that.

You walk through the grounds and pretend that the ashes you kick up are just the remains of the tree in the main courtyard. Pretend you don’t see the feeble attempts at burial shrouds hiding in the shadows, made by hands younger than yours.

Jagged edges welcome you into the family quarters, the door a great black maw, ready to swallow you whole. You can almost hear your mother's voice ring out.

You foolish child! Look what you’ve done, don’t you see you’ll ruin us all?

It’s only a memory - not even your own - but the harsh crack still stings against your cheek. As if you were the one Mother refused to acknowledge. But no matter how painful the reprimand is, it is only a phantom. You push it away. you were not the ward, you were legitimate. There is a stone lodged right where your brother’s heart beats, and you console yourself with the knowledge that he got over it, so you should too.

(The feeling doesn’t go away)

Passing your father's room, you bow your head in acknowledgment. You do not enter to offer respects, nor to see his burial shroud. You don’t need to see it to know that it is expensive and gaudy. Unfitting for a man who surrendered to the first porter of war knocking upon the front gate. Not even properly dead, the man roams your halls as a mere spectre, destined to never be heard.

You reach your destination, the only intact room in the complex. Inside are the only two things you care for anymore. A young maiden clothed in red, and the machine keeping her here - teathed - to this world.

‘Sister,’ you say, ‘he is gone.'

'Sister,' you say, 'we’re safe.’

You do not say it is his heart that beats in your chest, preventing you from suffering the same fate as the one in front of you.

You do not say it’s his life force keeping the both of you here.

You ignore the whispered cries of your once-sworn brothers and sisters as they cry-

Traitor.

This is your family, not theirs.

This is your family.

Your family.

Your family.

Not his.