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finding my place, connecting. sky earth and body. the ancient way.
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To battle
#danmei horse rating please#mdzs#nie mingjue#mo dao zu shi#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#da-ge i love you so much
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Guy on fire since 5 minutes old: "Stop complaining. Being on fire is fine actually. Why don't you just set yourself on fire."
#peace and love but i dont think youre a very objective judge on this actually da-ge#silly doodle things#i really need to come up with a re-design for jiggy. ive yassified mingjue but next to All That jiggy just looks plain.#this is a riverdale reference btw#anyway#jgy#nmj#nie mingjue#jin guangyao#artfromthefrogs#mdzs#the untamed#mo dao zu shi#nieyao#why not ill tag it
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arm strength + exercise (pt. 2!)
#huaisang papapas but Da-ge is forever in denial about it#papapa counts as exercise right#obligatory pls don’t steal my tags tag <3#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#nie huaisang#jiang cheng#nie mingjue#sangcheng#nielan#nieyao#lan xichen#jin guangyao#mxtx#mdzs fanart#mine#nie bros
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Wei Wuxian: Do you have any idea who this disembodied torso might belong to?
Xichen: Well it's familiar... Let me try something
Xichen: rests his head against the chest
Xichen: It's Da-ge
#pinches the nipples: it's da-ge#motorboats: it's da-ge#scratches his nails down the back: it's da-ge#lan xichen#nie mingjue#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#i guess it isn't the untamed#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#all roads lead to 3zun#nielan#talking pancake
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Eddie loves to complain.
It’s a known fact to Eddie, to Wayne, to every single sorry son-of-a-bitch who winds up being friends with him, that Eddie loves to complain. Half the time he opens his mouth, it’s to let an absurd about of bitching fall out of it. Trailer trash with a trash mouth, is what he calls himself sometimes, always with a wry grin.
Even more so, Eddie loves to complain about how Steve Harrington seems to get everything he wants in life.
He gets the big house at the end of the block, the spot of captain of the basketball team (not that that’s a position Eddie would ever gun for), the stupid title of ‘King Steve’ that let him soar through high school, untouched.
Missing homework? Well, King Steve Harrington just gets a gentle reprimand, a reminder to make homework a priority next time. Whereas, Mr. McKay had nearly popped his eyeball out in stress when chewing Eddie out for his missing homework in the very same week.
Double fucking standards. He’s pretty sure he’s seen Steve get free shakes down at Harper’s Diner which made Eddie scoff— as if the likes of Steve Harrington can’t pay for his own shakes.
So, yeah, to Eddie? Steve Harrington gets everything he wants.
It becomes so much of a habit — bitching and blaming King Steve for every other minuscule inconvenience as well — that even when Eddie has the week from hell and his entire worldview is shifted, quite literally, upside down, he still complains about Steve.
Because, damn it, even at all this, Steve is better than Eddie is.
Ignoring the fact it’s definitely not Steve’s first rodeo, Eddie can’t help but keep the bite in his tone. It feels a bit too humiliating, being kept bed-ridden in Steve’s empty mansion due to wounds that need tending to every day. Hidden from angry mobs because he’s that unlikable in this town.
Worse, is that even though Steve got a bite taken out of him too, he seems just fucking peachy compared to Eddie.
Pathetic Eddie who can’t even change his own bandages yet. Steve’s more gentle than Eddie probably deserves for all his bitching at him.
Because, of course he bitches. Eddie can’t help it; some defence mechanism from within that isn’t sure how to handle the fact Steve is, like actually genuinely, a decent person. It’s worse when Steve waves it off. Shrugs off his pointy comments, might make a comment about being ‘someone’s grouchy and tired’ but is still so fucking nice.
Until the one day he doesn’t shrug off the comment— this time when Eddie makes a complaint, whinging and grumbling about can’t believe I’m stuck with Steve Harrington playing nurse, Steve narrows his eyes. Then he sighs.
“What’s your problem with me, man?” Steve asks, not unkind, just probing. He’s still winding one of the bandages around Eddie’s torso, the latter propped against the bathroom sink.
Fuck, this bathrooms massive. It’s bigger than Eddie’s entire room at the trailer. He hates it for that. He hates that he’s had more gentle touches in this bathroom in the weeks living here, with Steve, than he had in his whole 20 years since— well, since his mama died really. He tries not to think about that much.
Eddie really glad he asked; he thinks he’s had this whole speech prepped since sophomore year and Steve’s stupidly fluffy hair and smarmy grin walked through Hawkins High’s front doors. Charmed his way to top of the school with his stupid perfect life.
But, well, not all of that is true anymore. Eddie knows there’s quite a few holes in his original fantasised idea of what the perfect life of Steve Harrington looks like. Doesn’t matter, Eddie’s still got a bone to pick. He’s stubborn that way.
“What’s my problem? Did you meet yourself in high school?”
Steve winces a bit at that, his eyes ducking away but his hands keep moving, winding the gauze slowly and carefully. He doesn’t say anything, thinking, but Eddie rolls on regardless.
“Dude, you get— you have everything. You have the house, the popularity- shit, half the population of the school had the hots for you.” He doesn’t mention that he was at one point part of that population. Might still be if Steve keeps being so nice to him. Damn, he’s easy.
His tone as he talks tells a completely different story though, all annoyed and dramatic. “I once saw Miss O’Donnell wave off a failed test just cos. Just cos you were you! That’s the same fucking test that failed me the first time round.”
Eddie waves his hand around, on a roll now; he’s had plenty of practice with bitching about the likes of how Steve Harrington has it all.
“I know all this shit is, well, not fuckin’ ideal but even then! It’s like, of course, you’ll roll out of this with some badass scars that the chicks will dig.”
Steve is still listening intently, Eddie can tell because his eyes flick up to meet his every couple of seconds. His hands keep working.
Eddie huffs and winces at the pain that radiates up and down his side. “If you had these scars,�� he gestures up and down. His side is undeniably worse than Steve’s own, they both know. “It would just be badass. Survivor shit, yanno? On me, it’s just, like, shitty mutilation.”
The sentence hangs in the air and Eddie feels his embarrassment creep up by how quickly that turned into a pity-fest, which absolutely not the point. The point is that Steve gets it all and Eddie gets nothing — and that’s how it’s always been.
Steve says quiet for a bit thinking as he ties off the end of Eddie’s bandage. He has to pull it tight and Eddie winces again, another flush on pain. Even if it’s not as embarrassing as it had been in the beginning, Steve taking care of these wounds for him, Eddie still hates it.
“So, that’s your problem with me? You think I get everything I want?” Steve asks plainly, pulling his hands back and folding them across his chest. Eddie hates how handsome he looks doing it. Then hates himself for noticing it.
“In a manner of words, yes.”
Steve uncrosses his arms and suddenly leans forward, planting his hands on either side of Eddie’s hips on the bathroom counter. He leans into his space and Eddie has to force himself not to pull back instinctively. Steve’s face is very close to his.
“And... if I want you?” Steve asks, voice dipping quieter in a way that makes Eddie’s stomach tighten. He represses a shudder and only after, do the words dawn on him; there’s no hiding the way he gets a little wide-eyed and fuck, he just looked at Steve’s lips. Wait, what? Eddie’s heart is thudding like a trapped rabbit’s, wild and quick.
Steve’s stare is intense, eyes a little darker than usual. He looks at Eddie and just for a moment, his gaze drops to his lips. Steve licks his own, his knuckles on the counter growing whiter as he grips it tighter and steels his nerve.
“Do I still get everything I want?”
#break from da blurbs bcos i am on STEDDIE BRAIN at the mo!#i've also had that dialogue in my drafts for yoinks#yet again.... gay ppl in my phone#i trust u to find this#sorry to all my stevie followers u will have to see this just once lol#maybe twice#steddie#ruby writes steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#steve x eddie#wahoo
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I feel like it’s very correct of me to headcanon that Lan Sizhui thinks conventionally creepy stuff is cute.
Corpses? Fascinating.
Ghosts? He wants to hug them all.
Graveyards? Peaceful.
Nie Mingjue’s severed head?
Spiders? Adorable.
#mdzs#the untamed#mo dao zu shi#lan sizhui#lan yuan#a yuan#mdzs headcanons#mdzs crack#mdzs meme#mdzs shitposting#apple memes 🍎#he def takes after WWX lbr lmaooo#nie mingjue#NMJ MY LOVE IM SORRY LMAO#not even LSZ wants to be around that#but you were straight bangin before JGY did you dirty trustttttt#daddy da-ge
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baby media availability for utah hockey club today
“what are you reading these days?”
—“yeah i just got a couple fiction books…just tryna chill out and enjoy some books.”
#his book rec is the da vinci code btw#good page turner in his words#he talks about mo too in this🥹🥹#took him under his wing#he’s so cuteeee#ahhhhhh#i loveee uuuu#praying for another good game today#fraser minten#fm39#maple leafs#toronto maple leafs#hockey#leafs lb
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Lan Xichen and Qin Su had quite a bit in common when it came to Jin Guangyao:
- First met JGY when they were in peril and he came to the rescue,
- Notably kind, beautiful, and good-natured,
- Did not place value on his origin or look down on him for his mother's profession,
- Were vocal in their support of him socially.
Which makes me think that we were robbed of maybe the greatest potential JGY partnership: Wen Ning.
Wen Ning: so ride-or-die that actually dying did not stop him from continuing to be ride-or-die. Wen Ning, presumably in quite the tenuous situation in Nightless City after the Jiang heir disappeared under suspicious circumstances, right when Meng Yao was working is way into Wen Ruohan's inner circle. Wen Ning, the sweetest cinnamon roll.
Slight canon divergence where Wen Qing missed one single opportunity to send Wen Ning out of Nightless City for a while, Wen Ning gets into juuust enough trouble, Meng Yao has the keys to the cell... one flash of Wen Ning's bambi eyes and he would have been a goner.
#Wen Ning would have got him away from WRH before he went all-in on the torture#“You want to win your family's approval?” *pointed look at WRH* “Have you considered that they suck?”#“Sometimes your family asks you to do bad things and instead you drug all of them and release their prisoners.”#Wen Ning's sheer Power of Belief™ makes Meng Yao level up six times in a hour#Is it a romance? A bromance? Meng Yao doesn't care#his skin is moisturised his crops are flourishing#they burn the palace down on the way out#(after releasing the prisoners)#wen ning#meng yao#jin guangyao#mdzs#the untamed#mo dao zu shi#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#headcanon that sweet baby Wen Ning is also built like a brick house#so you get Er-Ge's sweetness in Da-ge's chassis#Is Meng Yao supposed to just be chill about that?
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Jin Ling, when he was a toddler, was absolutely fascinated with Nie MingJue and insisted on following his shushu to all his *cough* business dinners.
It only stopped after he was introduced to Lan Xichen and started following his jiujiu to his *cough* business dinners instead!
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#mdzs crack#mdzs headcanons#jin ling and his uncles#jin ling#jin guangyao#nie mingjue#jiang cheng#lan xichen#nieyao#xicheng#he finally stopped after he followed his da-jiu on a date with Lan Wangji#he was given an impromptu lesson on dinner etiquette by Lan Qiren's favourite student
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I saw this and decided not to rb with my own piece bc op’s notes are already being bombarded. We all know this is practically canon in MDZS for nieyao. That’s what happened.
What other reason would JGY have to hide Da-ge’s head in his secret chamber? We know that even in death, they tormented each other in that coffin. Not even death did them part.
But of course, this reminded me of that fierce corpse!NMJ AU idea I wrote about not so long ago (this one rotates in my head from time to time. I’m a sucker for dark and twisted 19th-century-style romanticism) and the og post that spurred said idea:
Imagine if JGY succeeded at reanimating NMJ's corpse and instead of the vitriol, the hate, the continued murder attempts, he finds that Da-ge is bent on pleasing him from the start. That he and XY haven't fucked up, and that NMJ's has regained abilities he had long-lost due to the saber curse when he had been alive.
Imagine JGY feeling that this monstrous version of the man he once idolized before everything went south should hate him for having murdered him in cold blood. That NMJ should keep tormenting him as much as he had tormented himself in the spare moments he allowed himself to feel sick with the knowledge that he was killing the man whose life he tried to save in the past.
Imagine JGY thinking at first that NMJ is only doing this to drive him crazy, to taunt him and play with him because now that he’s recovered his lucidity from before the SSC, he is able to recognize the feelings that his Deputy once harbored for him.
Now he is receiving from Da-ge everything he had once dreamt of and more, and it won't make JGY feel better at all.
On the contrary, he feels so much worse for having killed the one man whose hate and disdain affected him the most. Because if the hate remained, his actions would have felt justified. Because if he kept trying to kill him, he could revel in ordering him around as a way to taunt him.
JGY is convinced that they made a mistake, that even if they're here now, reunited past death, he doesn't deserve to let go of the turmoil. He doesn't deserve to feel relieved.
This is not his Da-ge, but a puppet that took his image and now bows down to him out of a twisted sense of gratitude that only makes the weight of fate feel heavier. Either that, or NMJ is willingly choosing to do this just to torment him and test how far JGY will go before he snaps.
He chooses to believe this because he knows that the alternative is even worse of a punishment. A part of him knows deep down that if this puppet that is so eager to please, so eager to show the limitless extent of his worshiping devotion, has regained long-lost abilities that have now been amplified without the restraint of mortality, there's the slim chance that this is real. That this was real before. What does this mean? he wonders.
Where does that place us and everything that happened between us? Did he love me even as he casted me away? Or was his love conditional to my adjustment to his idea of me?
He could ask, but he fears the answer just so. He's already torturing himself with the whole reality of this, wishing that they hadn't been able to perform the ritual successfully.
He can't help but think of how he fantasized about finally having his Er-ge's attention all to himself without NMJ's incessant pestering every time NMJ kneels before him, closing his eyes in what he has figured is now his way of expressing bliss and contentment whenever JGY's praises his work.
He can't help but think of how he dreamt of returning Da-ge's slights towards him tenfold every time this giant of a man curls in the floor around his feet asking for forgiveness.
He can't help but think of the intense disdain and murderous intent he felt after NMJ kicked him down the stairs in the middle of that one qi deviation he had at Jinlintai every time they tread through paths that threaten to soil his golden robes and this corpse that looks like his Da-ge decides to lift him of the floor, saying that his feet don't deserve to touch such filth.
He tries to avoid these thoughts so hard, but he can't. And he feels like this is his righteous punishment for daring to reclaim his birthright as NMJ looks at him dead in the eye and confesses that he loves him.
He feels an intense pain forming in his chest as this wrong version of Da-ge says that even if his skin remains now cold to the touch, the light graze of their fingers on those long nights of warfare in his tent made him feel incensed all over.
He feels nauseous as this twisted version of his Sworn Brother says that even if his heart cannot beat anymore, the sight of his real smiles, the ones that he had thought once he’d been the only one privileged enough to see, made his heart want to jump out of his chest. Made him now want to carve it out and gift it to him if that’s what he wanted.
He doesn’t allow himself to think this is anything other than divine retribution. Mostly because the idea that it could be real, that in another life without war, without the saber curse, NMJ would have loved him like this or even with just a quarter of this intensity, it’s worse. It makes him wish to go back in time, try and change things just so he could get a taste of what is like having NMJ’s love in life as he has in death.
#nieyao#fierce corpse!nmj au#my feral ball of issues#da ge and his saber#they have such an intense bond and it feels so dramatic and doomed by the narrative#it’s something out of Poe’s and Bécquer’s most twisted tales and that’s why I love this ship so much#you can tell that I’m obviously goth and always have been lol#jgy#meng yao#jin guangyao#nie mingjue#nmj#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#the untamed
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