#juniors quartet
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
juniors-action · 4 months ago
Text
As we have more prompts than creators the one prompt limit has been lifted! We also have 15 free prompts! Instead of donation proof put a picture of a meme or your pet to claim and say in anything else that’s it’s a freebie! Please dm us for availability first.
12 notes · View notes
kaurwreck · 1 month ago
Note
For the numbered writing ask- 22: that is so blissfully self-indulgent?
[ask game: send me a number and i'll share an excerpt of my writing.]
since most of my followers are in the bsd fandom, I'll offer you an excerpt from the kunichuzai wip that I began after the end of s5, with the file title "airport shenangians:"
Kettling his embarrassment into irritation, Kunikida lurched east from the atrium and dialed another number for the second time within— not within nine minutes, but close enough. The phone rang several times. Kunikida turned left at the clocktower and blanched upon realizing Ranpo directed him to… a nursery. For women with children.  The ringing cut short.  “Kunikida-kuuun,” Dazai crooned, syrupy sweet voice curling into a lascivious sigh.  Kunikida glanced about himself, confirmed there was no one to see him (as Ranpo had promised, he thought with a grimace), and slipped into the spacious nursery, locking the door behind himself. He then squandered the space by cramming all 189 centimeters of himself into a nursing booth, sliding the folding door shut as he fell heavily into the padded, low-backed chair. His knees jutted awkwardly, the room too cramped to stretch his legs, but at the very least, there was a table on which to toss his notebook and a snug quietude in which to unzip his slacks.  “Kuniki—?” There was shuffling on the other end of the line, Dazai hissed, in pain rather than pleasure, “Sharp-elbowed chibikko—” and then a charmingly raucous voice sliced through Dazai’s honeyed tone to crow, “Oh, shit, he decided to stay on after all?”  “Not for Chu-uya,” Dazai taunted, sensuality still seeping even into his obnoxious gloating. “Kunikida-kun missed me after all, didn’t he?” Kunikida didn’t need to share a continent with him to see Dazai’s burnished amber eyes and coquettish, lithesome smirk.  “Hardly,��� Kunikida groused, roughly unfastening his slacks. “You insufferable, insensate, intransigent, ingrate.”
the actually most self indulgent thing I've ever written is a 9k mdzs fic posted on ao3, an excerpt of which I've offered below the cut.
from stuck in the middle with you (e), summary: 10 years post-canon, Jin Ling decides the best way to let his friends know he loves them is to emulate the pornography he found buried where Lan Wangji keeps his bunnies
Lan Sizhui broke the excruciating silence, “Jin-zongzhu, wh—” “I’m stuck,” Jin Ling interjected, wiggling in place to demonstrate despite the hole being far too wide around his waist. He realized belatedly they likely couldn’t see his hair was caught from where they hovered, baffled, by the door, an unfortunate oversight. “Oh,” Lan Zizhui said, tone perplexed. “Do… you need help getting out?” Ouyang Zizhen asked. Jin Ling began to panic; in the scrolls he’d skimmed, no one had asked the trapped protagonist if he’d needed help. His sworn brother had simply arrived and ravished him, and Jin Ling’s entire plan more-or-less hinged on that expectation. “Young Master, what game are you playing? You’re obviously not actually stuck,” Lan Jingyi interrupted Jin Ling’s frenzied reevaluations. “My hair,” Jin Ling blurted. “My hair is—it’s caught in the lattice. I’m stuck.” “Oh!” Ouyang Zizhen declared, sounding surer than before. Jin Ling wasn’t relieved; he’d given them an actionable explanation for his predicament, but if they extricated him, it’d all be for naught, and they’d continue fondling each other without him. Jin Ling heard footsteps, and then Ouyang Zizhen poked his head around the divider, his brows furrowed in such palpable concern that Jin Ling nearly felt bad about his ruse. Nearly. “Oh, it’s really knotted in there.” “How?” Lan Jingyi demanded, punctuated by his lighter steps as he approached. “What were you doing crawling through the screen?” He rounded the divider and his eyes widened at the state of Jin Ling’s hair. “Seriously, how?!” “Your hair is so beautiful too,” Ouyang Zizhen lamented, crouching down to gently lift the slack of Jin Ling’s ponytail. “We’ll need to be careful untangling it; if it were damaged, my heart would break.” Jin Ling reeled, a fresh wave of panic tightening his throat, “You don’t think it’ll have to be cut, do you?” He hadn’t considered that at all. “We’ll break the lattice before we cut your hair,” Lan Sizhui promised, appearing beside them without having made any sound at all. “It’s already ruined anyway,” Lan Jingyi said, gesturing to the hole. “Did you make that hole?” “No!” Jin Ling retorted defensively. “We were here this morning, and there wasn’t a hole there then,” Lan Jingyi said, fists on his hips. “What could have happened since we left? I thought you were going to walk Fairy while we were gone.” Jingyi glanced around. “Where is Fairy? Did she go to get help?” “…Yes,” Jin Ling lied. Lan Sizhui opened his mouth to speak, but something outside of Jin Ling’s periphery snagged his attention. He cocked his head curiously and walked back around the divider towards the bed. Ouyang Zizhen’s watched him through the latticework and squinted. “Oh, that’s pretty,” Ouyang Zizhen commented lightly. “At least, from what I can see.” That’s when Jin Ling realized with trickling horror that he’d left the camphor box and its scattered contents on the bed. “En,” Lan Sizhui said. “But… is this from the Chief Cultivator? And what’s all—” “Don’t look—!” Jin Ling started, but Lan Sizhui inhaled sharply, followed by an emphatic, “Oh!” Jin Ling would have cursed the entire Nie bloodline if it weren’t already so blighted.
6 notes · View notes
qourmet · 4 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
did a doodle
1K notes · View notes
bonesblubs · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
Got a bunch of requests for junior quartet so I had to draw them hangin out with the bunnies 🐇
4K notes · View notes
benevolenterrancy · 10 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
don't worry about it jingyi, it's a family tradition
(that reveal must have made for a REALLY weird day for the juniors)
2K notes · View notes
yustinamishka · 10 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
So many quacks 🐤🐤🐤🐣
(also hey it's apparently lan sizhui's birthday 🎈)
1K notes · View notes
cloud-hymn · 5 months ago
Text
Wei Wuxian being resurrected after 13/16 years of being dead and immediately adopting a hoard of children is so real of him
464 notes · View notes
worldsokayestmagicalgirl · 29 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
Day 12 : Lantern
A hope for the new generation
Prompt list by Jamiedraws on Instagram
240 notes · View notes
zestys-world · 11 months ago
Text
RIP Jiang Yanli you would've loved the junior quartet
836 notes · View notes
thelibranarchives · 3 months ago
Text
Wen Ning: When you die, people cry and beg for you to come back.
Lan Jingyi: But when you do, then there's the running and screaming.
Wei Wuxian: *nods*
Wen Qing:
Lan Sizhui:
Ouyang Zizhen:
Lan Wangji:
Jiang Cheng:
256 notes · View notes
juniors-action · 4 months ago
Text
As we have way more prompts than creators we are reopening creator sign ups indefinitely! Please sign up if you’re interested https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfcOkiiD_86pADvycM1Se2q08hGZW6Weof2LD4hrEt87ijlGA/viewform?usp=sf_link
Tumblr media
9 notes · View notes
kaurwreck · 1 month ago
Note
14 & 25!
[ask game: send me a number and i'll share an excerpt of my writing.]
for 14 (outside of comfort zone), absolutely stuck in the middle with you/my mdzs juniors quartet foursome stuck-in-a-wall fic! it was my first explicit fic & my first time writing those characters.
explicit excerpt below 🥰 (sarah's well acquainted, but for others: it takes place ten years post canon, so everyone is well into their 20s— and Jin Ling is sect leader, bless his heart)
“Does it feel good?” Zizhen asked.
Jin Ling pouted, looking horribly bullied.
Jingyi pulled back, squeezing the meat of Jin Ling’s ass affectionately. “I kind of just want to fuck him instead anyway.”
“Already? Do you think that’s enough?” Lan Sizhui fretted, while Jin Ling pointedly avoided his eyes.
Jingyi swept a finger along the glistening seam of Jin Ling’s aching vulva, startling Jin Ling into a shudder.
“Yes!” Jingyi said, wiping his finger on Jin Ling’s thigh.
“Filthy,” Jin Ling admonished.
“It’s yours,” Jingyi retorted. He nipped Jin Ling’s backside one last time before standing, his clothes occasionally brushing Jin Ling’s skin as he parted his robes and loosened his pants.
Jin Ling shifted his weight, antsy, and Sizhui drew close to his side, cupping Jin Ling’s face to kiss him tenderly. And then Sizhui pulled away and Zizhen nudged Jin Ling’s face towards himself instead, kissing him just as deeply. They passed Jin Ling back and forth between them, licking and biting his lips each in turn.
Until Lan Jingyi grumbled in unintelligible frustration. Zizhen was kissing Jin Ling, and so Lan Sizhui leaned back to ask, “Is everything okay?”
“No,” Lan Jingyi whined, startling Ouyang Zizhen into breaking the kiss. Jin Ling only just caught himself before he could chase after Zizhen’s lips with his tongue. He was too late, however, to catch the whimper that slid from his wanting mouth.
Lan Sizhui rose to his feet, his robes brushing Jin Ling’s face as he swept past to peek around the divider screen. Sizhui’s robes smelled of cedarwood and iron, balsamic and sharp. Jin Ling inhaled, and his eyelashes fluttered.
Ouyang Zizhen noticed and nosed Jin Ling’s bangs with a quiet huff. “Yeah,” he murmured into Jin Ling’s hairline. “He does that to me too.”
“A-Yi?” Lan Sizhui chirped, leaning around the edge of the divider. “What’s wrong?”
“He’s too high up!” Lan Jingyi said. “I can’t—my hips don’t line up to his.”
Jin Ling snorted. “You mean you’re too short,” he emended derisively.
An eye-wateringly sharp pain bit into Jin Ling’s tender, inner thigh, and he yelped, jerking his head, and groaning when that yanked his ponytail taught.
“Aiyoh, be gentle,” Ouyang Zizhen chided, cupping the back of Jin Ling’s head. “I can’t bear to see you uncomfortable, xingan.”
“Sappy!” Jin Ling accused, even as Lan Sizhui scolded, “A-Yi, don’t pinch!”
“He started it,” Lan Jingyi grumbled, although he patted Jin Ling’s stinging skin apologetically. “But I don’t know if I can fuck Young Master like this. He made the hole too high.”
“I did not make the hole!” Jin Ling lied through his teeth. Ouyang Zizhen kissed the tip of his nose placatingly, and Jin Ling bit his chin for his efforts.
Lan Sizhui stepped to stand beside Jingyi and appraised the situation with a pensive hum disconcertingly reminiscent of Hanguang-jun.
“I really like it when you make that face, Sizhui,” Lan Jingyi chatted. “You look so serious, it’s handsome on you.”
“No self-awareness,” Jin Ling muttered, and Zizhen grinned, winding a lock of Jin Ling’s hair around his finger.
“A-Yi’s too much,” Lan Sizhui laughed awkwardly. Then, he added, “I don’t think you should give up so quickly on playing with A-Ling. This height isn’t bad at all. You only need to—hold on.”
Jin Ling listened as Lan Sizhui’s soft steps drifted away, and then returned. There was a clink, like the lid of a jar being lifted, and then a chilly, thick, viscous liquid dripped down the backs of Jin Ling’s thighs, startling him into popping his hips up.
“Like that!” Lan Sizhui said, just as Jin Ling felt the silken glide of three, slick fingers spreading the slippery substance across the curved breadth of Jin Ling’s inner thighs. Sizhui’s fingers, based on the guqin-roughened callus on the third finger, painted thrilling prickles on Jin Ling’s sensitive flesh. Jin Ling shifted, closing his thighs around that hand with a breathy grunt.
“Oh, that was good, make him make that noise again, A-Yuan,” Lan Jingyi insisted.
3 notes · View notes
coulsandies · 4 months ago
Text
mdzs headcanon of the day #333 ! based on what i’ve seen so far on the poll (which i will reblog so people who haven’t had a chance to vote can !), the juniors are the most popular as of rn !
out of all the juniors, jingyi is the only one who can (surprisingly) hold his alcohol (which is funny, because he’s a lan). however, he is always the designated driver because he does not trust any of the others (jin ling cannot survive without gps, sizhui only goes the speed limit, if not lower, and ouyang zizhen can NOT park)
210 notes · View notes
incorrect-mxtx-quotes · 2 months ago
Text
Ouyang Zizhen about Wei Wuxian: "I don't mean this to be rude, but is he gay?"
Jin Ling: "Oh, yeah."
Lan Sizhui: "Yes. Definitely."
Lan Jingyi: "Flaming."
161 notes · View notes
incorrectly-quoting-mxtx · 10 months ago
Text
Jiang Cheng: I said you could invite one friend.
Jin Ling: Jiujiu, they don’t come separately.
Lan Jingyi: Yeah, we’re pack animals!
715 notes · View notes
ennunanaiurov · 9 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
BTW!!! Here are the front and back cover I did for the MDZS Junior zine since I forgot to ever post them lmao XD
478 notes · View notes