IVE REACHED 600+ FOLLOWERS ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) and ive decided to use this opportunity to pimp out another non-MXTX wuxia/xianxia-inspired show that gets comparatively lesser traffic THUNDERBOLT FANTASY ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) if you like mdzs and the ancient chinese/martial arts setting, there’s a 95% chance you’ll like this show as well ( ´ ▽ ` ) spread the wuxia love ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
IVE REACHED 600+ FOLLOWERS ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) and ive decided to use this opportunity to pimp out another non-MXTX wuxia/xianxia-inspired show that gets comparatively lesser traffic THUNDERBOLT FANTASY ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) if you like mdzs and the ancient chinese/martial arts setting, there’s a 95% chance you’ll like this show as well ( ´ ▽ ` ) spread the wuxia love ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
All project members worked on all aspects of our project!
Main Writers: @_tigerine / @maidjyushi
Main Artists: @ZGuavi / @oorieus / @Illumiell
Guest Artists: @festinate / @mouiface
You can read the first part of the story here!
Online order forms for physical + digital copies are OPEN!
Digital | USA DOMESTIC | INTERNATIONAL
>> Preorders end 8/8/19! <<
See our Twitter for more WIP content and previews~
if you love mdzs check out thunderbolt fantasy as per the recommendation on my super educational and scientific powerpoint.
this zine includes the Gay Ship and i worked on it with all the lovely people mentioned above. if you’ve already seen the show, take a gander at the zine, and if not i highly recommend watching 👌 👌 👌
All project members worked on all aspects of our project!
Main Writers: @_tigerine / @maidjyushi
Main Artists: @ZGuavi / @oorieus / @Illumiell
Guest Artists: @festinate / @mouiface
You can read the first part of the story here!
Online order forms for physical + digital copies are OPEN!
Digital | USA DOMESTIC | INTERNATIONAL
>> Preorders end 8/8/19! <<
See our Twitter for more WIP content and previews~
if you love mdzs check out thunderbolt fantasy as per the recommendation on my super educational and scientific powerpoint.
this zine includes the Gay Ship and i worked on it with all the lovely people mentioned above. if you’ve already seen the show, take a gander at the zine, and if not i highly recommend watching 👌 👌 👌
SLAMS FIST ON TABLE thank u all for enjoying the content on this blog even tho i’ve been MIA—always glad to share translations and fic! i probably won’t go back to translating again, but there’s a 70% chance for more fic. in the meantime i will probably edit and cross post some of the stuff i never cross posted from ao3 to be consistent ✌️ enjoy your stay!
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i’ve been rly curious but when u read eng fanfic of asian source material do u prefer honorifics and titles (-sama, -dono, onii-chan, daozhang, etc etc) to be translated into english or remain in their original language 🤔 and if OG language is the language disparity jarring
+ OG language (ie oniichan)
+ ENG (ie brother)
+ get rid of it entirely
im also crazy curious since this blog isnt rly dedicated to the canon otp, what’s everyone’s fav mdzs ship(s) and why? 😂
i think its pretty easy to read the source material and not even have an otp bc the characters themselves are fleshed out rly well so if you dont read it for the otps, whats ur brotp? or fav relationship in general?
(also for those watched/watching tbf tell me ur b/otps for that too akldjsljflsdf)
my fav is xiao xingchen x xue yang ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) i make no pretenses to pretend that xue yang is NOT a terrible person ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) but my fav ships, i suppose, could be called the ones that are “near misses” (so THEY’RE NEVER CANON rip me) i also feel for xiao xingchen x song lan so they get an honorary mention ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ)
my runner up is wei wuxian x jiang cheng bc that broken childhood friends trope wow /clutches chest
fav brotps are nie huaisang & nie mingjue and nie mingjue & lan xichen i love the venerated triad era and i could read a whole novel just about the qinghe nie sect ( ´ ▽ ` )
those the relationships i feel the most strongly about ( ´ ▽ ` )
to anyone who’s reading scum villain, i rly like liu qingge x shen qingqiu like sworn enemies turned sworn brothers?? and then liu qingge’s pure and unfaltering dedication to sqq is just orz
a bunch of ppl have said on the tbf ppt that they’ve taken up the show or are considering it and that makes my hert happy /sheds tear i hope y’all enjoy the puppets ( ´ ▽ ` )
IVE REACHED 600+ FOLLOWERS ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) and ive decided to use this opportunity to pimp out another non-MXTX wuxia/xianxia-inspired show that gets comparatively lesser traffic THUNDERBOLT FANTASY ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) if you like mdzs and the ancient chinese/martial arts setting, there’s a 95% chance you’ll like this show as well ( ´ ▽ ` ) spread the wuxia love ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
bury me face down / nie mingjue & nie huaisang / rated g / 1704 words
Nie Mingjue didn't sign up for this, and part of him was still in disbelief that their father trusted him enough to keep Nie Huaisang safe. At first glance, the toddler looked like a mewling newborn, complaining about tiredness after hardly fifteen minutes of walking. After an hour, he was practically in tears, and what was supposed to be a productive training session ended before he could even pick up his saber. Going back, of course, the brat absolutely refused to walk on his own.
Twenty minutes of crying later that'd thoroughly aggravated Nie Mingjue to the point of just leaving him there, Nie Huaisang had somehow found his way onto his back. With no room for his saber, Nie Mingjue had to strap it to his waist, the weapon practically dragging on the ground as he made up for lost time with a brisk pace. At some point, he must've fallen asleep, and the realization only served to exacerbate his sour mood.
"Nie Huaisang," he called, turning his head slightly to glance halfway across his shoulder. "Nie Huaisang! If you drool on my robes, I will string you up by your ankles when we return and flay you alive."
His voice was loud enough to startle the birds a few trees over but apparently not enough to wake the infant (or he was feigning sleep) who simply tightened his grip around Nie Mingjue's neck and snuggled further into his back. Nie Mingjue spent the next ten minutes swearing up and down that this was the last time he ever did anything for the boy or took him anywhere. It was never his choice, anyway.
You could tell a bad apple from the seed, and Nie Huaisang fell embarrassingly short of their sect's standards. Young as he may have been, it still wasn't an excuse for always taking the easy way out. As soon as he encountered any difficulties, his wide eyes looked to either his mother or their father for assistance. He showed no interest in anything related to cultivation, the sect, or saber training, and any time Nie Mingjue happened upon him, he was running around doing who knows what.
But their father seemed shockingly complacent, leaving Nie Huaisang to his caretakers and allotting comparatively more time to Nie Mingjue's own training. He didn't mind, of course, but truth be told, he didn't really need the attention. Unlike Nie Huaisang, he didn't need anyone coddling or directing his efforts to know where they belonged. As they neared the Qinghe Nie residence, Nie Mingjue slowed and jostled the toddler splayed across his back.
"Nie Huaisang," he repeated, tone flat and harsh.
The return trip with dead weight hadn't hindered him much, but spending so long with nothing but his own thoughts and the saber spirit at his side had him feeling meaner by the second. Just as he was about to bark at Nie Huaisang again, light laughter redirected his attention to the pagoda a little ways off. They'd reentered the grounds when he hadn't been paying attention, and now Nie Huaisang's mother was laughing at him. He bristled, less embarrassed than he was irritated.
"My, my," she called from her seat, a smile hidden behind the sheer black-and-gold of her sleeve, "You two are certainly getting along."
"Who's getting along with whom," Nie Mingjue immediately spat, the words coming out more venomous and discourteous than he intended. "Nie Huaisang! Get down!"
When the boy didn't respond, Nie Mingjue simply loosened his arms and let him drop. Nie Huaisang scrambled at the release of support too quickly for him to have been truly asleep, which Nie Mingjue suspected, but not quickly enough to avoid falling on his ass. And as soon as he did, he was crying again in an open-mouthed wail that would've prompted Nie Mingjue to draw his saber threateningly if they weren't before his mother. His loud cries even startled the two female servants at her side, but Nie Mingjue was used to Nie Huaisang's pity-seeking, and the boy's mother only sighed good-naturedly as she stood from her bench.
She was at Nie Huaisang's side in the blink of an eye, scooping him up in her arms with soft cooing. "There, there, you're alright. No more crying."
"Mother! Mother, he's so mean to me!" Nie Huaisang hiccoughed, sounding so miserable you'd think Nie Mingjue had really done something to him. His little, red face was scrunched up with tears and snot, so ugly Nie Mingjue didn't bother passing him a second glance. "He made me w-walk all the way there! All, all the way there!"
"Yes, yes," she answered in a placating tone, patting the boy's back soothingly as she swayed where she stood. "But he also carried you back, didn't he?"
Nie Mingjue only hmph'd in response and brushed past the both of them into the shade of the pagoda. He hadn't noticed while he was walking, but the sun's rays were strong that day, such that he'd developed a sheen of sweat across his brow. His clothing felt slightly damp as well. One of the servants made to pour him some tea, but he halted her progress with a raised hand. "Cold water," he demanded, and she acquiesced with a quick bow.
It was a few more minutes before Nie Huaisang calmed down, Nie Mingjue having set Bàxià across the stone table and already finished his drink. He was preparing to leave when soft footsteps and sniffling reentered the pavillion. Nie Mingjue angled his body to acknowledge his step-mother who seemed unfazed by the "rough" treatment he'd shown her son.
"A-Sang, be a good boy and sit for a moment, will you?" she asked. Before she could set him down completely, he made a grab for the collapsed fan in her hand, tugging at it incessantly until she laughed and gave it up. Nie Mingjue watched the brief exchange with a deeply inset frown but refrained from commenting.
"A-Jue," she started, taking the empty water cup before him and passing it to the servant in a silent gesture to refill, "Be patient with A-Sang. You know he's not like you or your father."
Nie Mingjue couldn't help scoffing at the sentiment. Oh, he knew that very well, but it still wasn't grounds for letting him do whatever he wanted. Rather than voice these thoughts, however, he returned, "I won't be taking him along with me anymore. He's useless and has no interest. What's the point?" Did they think he would succeed where their father and caretakers were failing?
The woman opposite him smiled again, her youthful face showing none of the ferocity that he occasionally saw when she accompanied them on night hunts. If he hadn't seen it firsthand, he wouldn't have believed her level of cultivation to be as high as they said, but afterward he had no further objections to his father's new bride.
"Perhaps his age is too young to be of assistance to you, but A-Jue, there is a considerable age gap between you and A-Sang. Is it wrong to spend time together to strengthen your relationship?"
"There's no need," Nie Mingjue quickly replied, determined not to let a sniffling brat drag him down any further. "There's plenty of time for that in the future," he amended when he saw her expression slightly wane.
Sighing, she watched him take a sip from his newly refilled water before shaking her head. "You and your father are really quite similar. But I'm sure you'll come to see the benefits of having a sibling." Her hand reached out to caress the crown of Nie Huaisang's head who was currently opening and closing the fan with abandon, probably breaking it. "He may seem like a burden to you now, but in the future, you may very well end up relying on him."
Nie Mingjue just barely refrained from snorting. He doubted that very much. The reverse was far more likely.
"Right, A-Sang?" she asked.
Nie Huaisang, who hadn't seemed to be listening, immediately chirped, "He's so mean and scary, I'm not doing anything for him!"
Nie Mingjue shot him such a menacing glare that Nie Huaisang instantly curled in on himself, tugging at the hem of his mother's sleeve. She laughed once more, the sound airy and refreshing in the worsening heat. They'd left in the morning, and now the sun had almost climbed overhead. Nie Mingjue was about to excuse himself, but his step-mother's voice interrupted him a second time.
"Ah, that's right, A-Jue. You and your father will be going night hunting this evening?"
Nie Mingjue nodded once in affirmation then cocked his head to the side inquisitively. "Will you be coming with us?"
Her expression fell again as she shook her head, left hand coming up to press at her temple. "I haven't been feeling well lately."
"Still?"
"Yes... but don't tell your father. He has enough on his mind as is."
"I see," Nie Mingjue agreed, fully aware of the recent issues they'd been having with the Qíshān Wēn sect. His expression must have darkened because in the next moment, she was saying something to the other servant at her side and turning to him to ask, "And you? Have you been well?"
Her line of sight flickered to Bàxià, and Nie Mingjue understood the nature of the question.
"Yes," he lied, but he hadn't perfected his lying face to the extent of his step-mother or even his toddler half-brother. He and his father had always preferred bold-faced truths, after all, so it couldn't be helped. She smiled rather than pursue the falsity of his words and turned to accept the guqin she was offered with a respectful nod and 'Madam'. Then the servants retreated to a distance, and Nie Huaisang was practically bouncing in his seat.
"Mother, mother! Will you play for us?"
"Yes," she replied, gaze turning to Nie Mingjue. "Any requests?"
"Whatever," Nie Mingjue answered with a wave of his hand and closed his eyes as the first plucks of string reverberated around them. In the future, when his step-mother was gone, other people would take her place to play for him, and he'd be none the wiser to their intent.
t-t-thanks.......... lmao in all seriousness glad everyone is enjoying the bit of content on this blog. i’m kinda on a hiatus period?? or just a slow period where i’m not doing as much for the fandom atm, but im assuming y’all followed for something, so if there’s something ur particularly interested in seeing (whether that be fic, headcanons, translations, etc), send in an ask and i’ll see what i can do ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و for translations lol i do minimal translations (as seen on this blog), so you’ll have to be specific about what (manageable) chunk you want translated.
some resources for those hungry for translations: besides exiled rebels, qinghe-nie is also working on their own novel translations with a google doc form you can access on request, and kittykat2010 (and fellow translators) are working on hardsubbing season 2 of the audio drama. here also is a link to a directory post on the novelupdates MDZS thread where you can find links, interviews, spoilers, full/partial translations, how-to buy merch, analyses, fan videos, fan art, and etc for those who are hungry for more MDZS content!
tfw u wanna write a song lan & xxc fic with baoshan sanren during that interim xxc sought her help to give sl his eyes ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) but u dont have the time ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ)