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catravandece · 4 years

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Oh my god ok wangning au based on this incredible art by @alfheimr (cql canon cuz im most familiar w/ it)

Knowing that lwj would probably rather spontaneously combust than willingly return to koi tower it’s sizhui who comes back from a guest lecture at 11 years old and says “hanguang jun, jin ling’s family has a corpse chained up in the basement?”

A few days later said chained corpse shows up on his dads bed looking extra morose and tortured while lwj heals various cuts and pops his leg back into place

they try to keep sizhui away at first, stop his memories from triggering to protect him from the realization that the world he loves made him an orphan twice over. but the kid is doggedly persistent and after a few visits it seems like nothing will happen. lwj introduces wen ning as “someone who needs us”

(sizhui is newly seventeen when he makes the connection- this is wen ning. hanguang-jun was friends with the yiling laozu who controlled the ghost general. both hanguang-jun and wen ning act like they’ve lost someone they loved. sizhui dreams that night of a blurry, charcoal covered face feeding him soup but the hands are so familiar. he spends the next day in the cold pond and vows never to bring it up to either of them)

Wen Ning lives in a long forgotten shrine just inside the border of cloud recesses closest to the jingshi. it’s only big enough for a few mats and most of the roof tiles are broken but it’s safer than bringing wn to the jingshi. When they find out who the martial god is that the shrine was built for they take care to always make sure his idol statue has a white flower to hold.

in beginning visiting is mostly just sitting in companionable silence. its easier when hanguang-jun brings sizhui, who asks some hard to dodge questions but is content knowing his dad has a friend. wen ning helps him with talismans (all of wwx’s work that the cultivation world still dares to use).

wen ning makes a fire pit so at least lwj can have tea. maybe it’ll entice him to stay longer...

jin guangyao comes by soon after the stealing. he makes noises about visiting xichen but wangji sees his eyes darting around corners and past the treeline. A paper man trips the outer wards of the jingshi

lwj goes to the temple after escorting jgy out to find holes punched in every wall, broken tiles scattered over the floor and wen ning crouched terribly still amid the wreckage (a normal man would be heaving with sobs but wen ning is dead and can only smash out his feelings)

wangji sweeps everything into a pile and then starts playing his qin. he only plays wei ying’s songs. wen ning doesnt move for hours until he suddenly just falls over on his side.

wangji hadn’t known until then whether or not wen ning actually needed sleep. turns out he doesnt need it but can be persuaded into it

lwj lays out two mats and they sleep through the night (fitfully, wen ning reaches out in his dreams and grabs the front of lwj’s robes. lwj holds on to his wrist the rest of the night)

Lwj was never resentful toward wen ning. Wen Ning kept wwx safe when wangji could not. Wen Ning is obviously in love with wei ying but at this point it’s a blessing to be around someone who doesn’t hate the love of lwj’s life. It takes a few days to get the words out (which wen ning spends constantly fearful lwj is gonna kill him for real for failing to keep wwx from dying, which would be just what he deserves) but lwj knows now to tell the people he loves what is important. So he doesn’t let this misunderstanding lie for very long

lwj feels guilty. even though he was enthralled, if lwj hadn’t intervened then wen ning could have spent this time in blissful ignorance, unaware of the miserable fact of wei wuxian’s death. but at the same time lwj is comforted by having someone to weather the grief with. someone else who loved wei ying (he doesn’t know it for a long time, but wen ning thinks the same)

one night wen ning follows lwj out on a night hunt. he makes sure to follow unseen- but ends up intervening when lwj takes on many more ghouls than he can handle.

wen ning understands that this is lwj’s coping mechanism, throwing himself into the chaos, but he’s already watched one person he loved drive himself to ruin so he does everything possible to keep hanguang-jun in one piece, physically and mentally

so they night hunt together. wen ning gets to help a-yuan grow up (although he’s walking on eggshells the whole time). every year he helps lan wangji make a fire outside the temple and they burn joss paper. the rabbits love wen ning possibly even more than they love lan wangji and like to chew on his robes (wen ning lets them bc he is a noodle)

the art happens here bc only healing around the bunnies

grief and moving on family ;~;

Bonus wangningxian

lan wangji would never let wn accompany him on night hunts when other sects are involved, but something about both jiang cheng and jin rulan and sizhui being at dafan mountain makes wen ning follow. he felt a major disturbance in the world just a few days prior. worrying never did wen ning wrong yet

he pretends to still be enthralled so the others don’t suspect wwx summoned him intentionally (of course he knows it’s wwx under the mask bc power of love and also nobody else is strong enough in demonic cultivation to control him)

when wwx asks next time they meet in yueyang, wen ning pretends to not know who broke him out of koi tower. he can save face for lan wangji that way. and besides, anyone can see that lwj and wwx are the kind of soulmates wen ning will never be to someone.

lwj lets it slip anyway while he’s wasted. wwx accurately guesses at wen ning covering for lwj but is still an oblivious idiot

after the golden core reveal wangji and wen ning both carry wwx away

wei wuxian wakes up in a boat with his head in lan zhan’s lap and his feet tangled with wen ning’s boots. theyre nice boots- like something lan zhan would buy in white

they go to the guanyin temple. wwx is thankful that wen ning and lan zhan have had each other all the years he’s been dead. he wonders aloud if sizhui would be friends with wen ning now that they’ve all met, because obviously wen ning didn’t know any of the juniors until yi city

this is getting long so everything else happens as usual, wwx still goes on his lonely mental healing vacation, he runs into sizhui and lan zhan and wen ning on a night hunt on his way back and realizes watching the three of them interact that they’ve already been 3/4 of a family just waiting for him to come back

and it was all Gay and Good the end

#it speaks #the untamed #mdzs #wangning #wangningxian #god just let me die on this rock #i have a lot of feelings about wangning as u can see #pls no more lwj being aggro jealous of wen ning #the emo about wei wuxian alliance

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vardasvapors · 4 years

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link to the resentment tentacle core fingering fic please?????????

PSYCH I HAD TO POST A WHOLE LIST OF RECS SORRY FOR THE WAIT ANON anyway these are in no way comprehensive most of them were just recalled by skimming my chat history

sometimes my hands don’t feel like my own by northofallmusic: ok i say ‘golden core fingering tentacle fic’ flippantly but it’s EXTREMELY serious okay. it’s not often that anything written by someone else actually hits that balls-out extremeness of utterly emotionally sincere and extrapolating from a baseline of Abomination Rights intensity of body-horror-wrapping-back-around-to-non-horror monsterfucking that actually satisfies let alone impresses ME, but this one does! same w the rest of this author’s mdzs works lol. shitton of holification vibes which is always good. anyway the golden core fingering is very reciprocated by ‘diy transhumanism bone fingering’ which i Won’t elaborate on.

you are my delightful intruder by hanguang_jacked (lmao): my girlfriend once described this by telling me ‘thanks for sending me that fic where lwj is a disaster autism and gets railed.’ this is actually my #1 favorite fic in the fandom and i’m annoyed that it manages to stitch like, Absolute Perfection into a object-impermanence meltdown and subsequent hyper-intimacy of marking kink RACK. the exquisite depiction of emotions(love)-too-big-and-intense-for-his-form stuff.

catharsis by niixna: there are about 900 ‘lwj grief pov set after wwx dies’ fics but this one is by far the best and most immaculately characterized and utterly devoid of self-consciousness or rationalism in the face of emotional sincerity, even though i’m pretty sure english is not the author’s first language and it’s extremely poorly edited and it shows. i am so picky about lwj characterization and this is like. the platonic ideal tbh. i never cry about stuff i read but i did at this.

like looking through a fogged mirror by xiyaogarbage (lmao!): extremely viciously thematically appropriate (especially for untamed verse) ‘au but is it necessarily an au?’ fic with the premise of ‘jin guangyao did not actually murder his son.’ it’s always ofc been obvious to me that the reason jgy is the unparalleled master of weaponizing this flavor of reputation-based plausible-deniability scapegoating against other people, is precisely because he himself has both observed and been victimized by its effectiveness, and he still continues to be. no one would believe him if he said he was innocent of just this one particular act — in this fic he doesn’t even entirely believe himself. it’s just fucking. incredible.

moonlight by staringatstars: honestly i’m not entirely sure WHY this is one of my favorite fics. ‘nie huaisang nie-huaisanging’ and ‘the collection of turmoil hot’ doesn’t cut it. the uneasily loose-ended and threatening thread of the progression of a political microcosm incident that meanders through a broad swathe of subjects is just good. i guess i just really like chief-cultivator!lwj fics that irresistibly remind me of ikuhara’s liner notes for the end of utena lol.

hills and rivers are waiting by LtLJ: this is a jin ling pov plotty case-fic and it’s perfect, all those yi city field trip/post-canon casefic extra novel chapters vibes. the other fics in this series are amazing too! general revelations about tingshan he, and wen ning song lan mianmian and jin ling scheming to set up their own mini sect, as a treat.

too much, not enough by shamelesscooper: i’m not sure HOW a fic of the bizarrely common interfandom cliche which i don’t even like that is ‘cis male character is cursed with a vagina and needs someone to fuck him in it to get his junk back’ managed to be one of the best wwx & jiang cheng relationship study fics i’ve ever read (and that’s Not a low bar), but it is.

translucent ties that gently bind by katoptris9: It’s short and there are ofc also 900 fics about lxc’s post-canon mental-health-scrapheap out there, but I mostly am reccing for the very cruel but believable self-awareness, and flashback to lxc’s pov of lwj’s drunken selfharm rampage lol

an aging wound by lise: a wwx & jc ‘’’’’reconciliation’’’’’ fic with the absolute most neurotic communication possible, i laughed so hard i hurt myself

my eclectic muse by tahto: okay i actually don’t really care much about anything in this fic EXCEPT its characterization of lan sizhui, which i’m COMPLETELY obsessed with. step on me.

sunshot outtakes by swordgrip: yiling laozu being hot. uh i mean. wwx and lwj wreck an entire repo’d mansion bedroom with uncontrolled magic power while fucking after killing a bunch of people in battle and it’s hot.

like the setting sun by silversshadow: i’m only partway through this series but the premise is basically ‘the lingering ghosts of the wen remnants manifest themselves and follow wwx and wen ning throughout the entire post-timeskip plotline, instead of just briefly appearing at the burial mounds’ and honestly this is just a concentration/externalization of everything that mdzs is about, the wish-fulfillment of murder victims clinging to the world to ensure their murderers come to justice instead of giving up the space they used to take up and proving how effective genocide is. the cultivation world as a system ostensibly intended to protect living ppl from ghosts but actually functioning as a system to suppress and erase dead victims of the gentry’s oppression and genocide LOL. can’t, unfortunately, speak to how effective it winds up given that i’m not finished. but i couldn’t pass up mentioning it.

#the untamed #mdzs #fic rec #SORRY LMAO #i’d rather be eaten by you than fed by anyone else

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peridot-tears · 4 years

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If LWJ had jumped off the cliff too, and WWX met Madam Lan

I am falling to my death.

Shijie.

I am falling to my death.

What did his sister think when her eyes closed? Panic? Relief, that she saved her little brother? Or fear?

Would that I could. I would take all that fear from you. And he put the thought away. What did it matter how Shijie felt in her last moments, when he had made her suffer, and now she was gone?

Besides, he thought, with his eyes closed. He was already halfway to joining her.

Would that he could.

For once in his life, Lan Wangji did not think. Bichen like a single wing in his hand, he flew. He flung himself from the cliff.

我陪你。

无愧于心。

In his peripherals, the spray of his own blood. In his tunnel vision, Wei Ying. Yes. Tunnel vision, towards Wei Ying. Nothing could attack him from the sides, anyway. His bleeding did not matter. He would not bleed to death tonight.

Wei Ying was so, so far. Lan Wangji reached inside himself for the spherical power undulating unbidden in his center; it moved still. He had energy yet. He gripped that spiritual energy tight, by the throat, and drew it into the wind.

Wei Ying once said that 妖魔鬼怪 were akin to the life and death of a tree. Lan Wangji was now a ship, with a sail. And he was streaking downwards, towards the achingly distant shape of a man.

Wei Ying.

His spiritual energy sputtered, then burst into a speed that threw him down towards Wei Ying. His black shape slowly became larger, and larger, till Lan Wangji reached out a hand and brushed his red ribbon.

More. He needed more.

Throttling the center of himself, he drew out the last desperate breaths of his spiritual energy; with one last burst, he closed the distance between himself and Wei Ying. The core of himself burned, but with a cry of relief, he wrapped Wei Ying’s body in his arms.

The name is on the tip of his tongue, and he opens his mouth to exhale it. But he finds that he cannot.

This is such a long fall, but Lan Zhan will not...Lan Zhan won’t—

Just let me die. Wei Ying’s tears are coming again, and the dull throb of his heartbeat has sharpened, is ripping him open from the inside out.

If mere moments and one blackness ago, Lan Zhan’s lips were pinched with the most obstinate look Wei Wuxian has ever seen, then one return to the world later, his face is soft and clear.

I can’t bring you down with me, Wei Wuxian thinks, panicking. He regrets opening his eyes, because he is not yet dead, and now Lan Zhan...he...

“Wei Ying,” he says, more gently than anyone has said his name in days.

Wei Wuxian finally manages to press Lan Zhan’s name out of his throat, though he cannot hear it in the gush of falling around them. He feels the name move the bones in his skull. He wants to tell him to go, but where could he go?

“I am coming with you,” Lan Zhan responds. “Without any regret in my heart.”

Wei Ying’s round eyes are blasted open with shock and pleading. His body is pulsing with blood and life.

Let it stay that way.

Lan Wangji tears his gaze away to look beneath them, at the ground materializing into nearness. Bichen trembles in his hand, and he is unsure if it is something in the sword spirit calling him, or the pulse of his own life. He twitches his palm, his fingers, and wills Bichen to listen: if he has one last request in the world—anything—then it would be Wei Ying’s safety.

Bichen loyally unsheathes itself. It matches their pace, tucking itself under Lan Wangji’s feet, killing their descent.

The ground stops rushing up so quickly to meet them.

Lan Wangji is waning, but he is flying Bichen now, both arms wrapped tight around Wei Ying’s waist.

Like a carriage jerked to a halt too quickly, Bichen stops just above the cold, hard ground. Lan Wangji tumbles into its embrace, but not before he rolls into his landing, softening the fall enough so Wei Ying will only feel a bump.

Safe.

Bichen retreats into his sheath at his unspoken command, and that is all he has the strength left to do.

Lan Zhan is on top of Wei Wuxian, pressing the breath out of him. His gaze searches him so much, Wei Wuxian feels like he is standing on that rooftop all over again.

Then, with an exhale, he collapses against his shoulder.

With the warmth of his weight on top of him, Wei Wuxian does not know how long he is down there, stunned, alive, crying. He clutches at Lan Zhan’s body. He wants to scream, but loses any desire to. He thinks the sky is too far away. He wants it to come down and bury him.

In the middle of the tears, of counting each spot in the sky where there should be a star, Lan Zhan’s heart beats against his. It is like a spark against flint.

“Lan Zhan,” he croaks, barely hearing his own whisper. “Lan Zhan.” Why did you save me, Lan Zhan?

He has been cursed with good instinct from birth—though it wasn’t good enough to save Yu Furen, or Shijie—and he knows that Jiang Cheng will climb down here to looking for them, even if he must turn Zidian into a rope and climb with each agonizing handful of lightning. He would kill Wei Wuxian. That is fine. But who knows if he would take anything out on Lan Wangji?

Wei Wuxian hefts Lan Zhan’s weight off of himself. He surprises even himself with the strength left in him, rolling him onto his back and brushing his own hair out of his eyes. Jiang Cheng can have him. Jiang Cheng should have him.

But no one should have Lan Zhan.

Lan Wangji would not blame Wei Ying if he left him beneath that cliff.

He left Wei Ying all by himself outside of Xuanwu Dong, after having sung him to sleep. He was sick, and delirious, and Lan Wangji left him to wake up alone. It must have been like waking up in a cold bed.

It was the right thing to do at the time. But if only he knew what would come after, how he would encounter Wei Ying next. And the next time. And the next.

His decisions had all been right. But the wrong thing could also be right.

He wakes up to the sensation of swaying.

It is akin to waking up after his first ever taste of alcohol. Wei Ying was there that night, too. They woke up together. He wishes he could see the way he burst into laughter in the late-morning sunlight, almost noon. He wishes Wei Ying could smile as sharply as that light again. But when all is said and all is done, he has granted himself his own wish. Wei Ying is alive.

He wakes up on Wei Ying’s back.

Lan Zhan’s breath is soft on his neck. Wei Wuxian wishes he wouldn’t wake up like this. He wants him to stay asleep until he is healed, and then never see Wei Wuxian again, because by then Wei Wuxian would finally have killed himself. And this time, he wouldn’t even have to see it and blame himself for not saving him in time.

“You’re awake,” he says.

Lan Zhan’s next breath carries the trace of a grunt. His throat bobs against Wei Wuxian’s hair as he exhales.

“Don’t try to talk,” Wei Wuxian says. Truthfully, he is telling himself this too. He should be mourning, so where is the energy to even open his mouth coming from?

Thankfully, Lan Zhan obeys, but he still breathes down his neck like a relaxed predator. Wei Wuxian should not feel so hunted, he thinks, until he realizes that there is nowhere to go. No one in the world would allow a criminal into their inn, much less the Yiling Laozu, who killed Jin Zixuan, who killed millions. Why, even his own sister—

Lan Zhan needs you right now, he thinks.

It is incredible, how long he can follow the rocks of the very bottom of Bu Ye Tian and not get caught. He walks until his feet ache as much as his chest, and then keeps walking.

He walks and walks until the land thickens into trees.

It starts to rain. Nevernight turns to night. Night turns to day. Turns back into night.

He keeps walking.

—

He is brought back to a certain other night, when he decided to walk back into hell to save a handful of innocents. And they later died. I wonder, would Lan Zhan die too? he thinks idly. Well, no. No, he won’t let that happen. Not again. Which is exactly what he declared to the world the last time.

Lan Zhan is unconscious again. Wei Wuxian lays him down under the eaves of the abandoned lean-to, thankful that nowhere else in the world is there wind as merciless as that in Luan Zang Gang. He kindles a small fire and bandages Lan Zhan’s arm.

Even after a battle, exhausted to death, Lan Zhan’s face is the smoothest cut of white jade. It is like the moon—could provide light even in the dark. Wei Wuxian traces a finger along his cheek, his jaw, and marvels at his own hands. They are trembling.

The irony is not lost to him. That he is the one very much breathing and moving—jittering, even—while Lan Zhan is sleeping like the dead. The whiplash of being alive is so repetitive.

His throat works. He hums to himself, then scrapes a leaf off the side of the lean-to. For all the sick feelings in his stomach at the thought of mouthing Chenqing again, he places the leaf under his lips. Its whistle is different from Chenqing’s. There is no power, just the vibrations of something that is still green.

This is what he has been reduced to, he supposes.

The song is nameless, but he knows it.

How long have I been alive? he chants to himself. He threads these words into the tune he plays, giving them lyrics. He wonders if Lan Zhan ever gave them lyrics. He threads that name into the harmony, too.

Lan Wangji opens his eyes to the sound of something that should be played on the earthy tones of his guqin. It has been turned into something more high and unreachable.

The first thing he thinks is that he does not hurt as much as he should, that his arm must be bleeding, and that it is rainy and cold.

But Wei Ying.

Their song is in the air. He twists his head in a ginger, delicate motion to see Wei Ying’s exhausted, pale visage, and that one pop of green against his lips.

He finds no need to speak.

Wei Wuxian has played the song at least three times before he decides to check up on Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan stares back.

“You’re awake,” he says. There should not be as much emotion in those words as there is.

“Mn.” Wei Wuxian doesn’t like how he’s responding. He’s looking at him as though he is the one lying barely conscious, and Lan Zhan is the one playing this song for him.

“Go back to sleep,” Wei Wuxian says. “The more you rest, the sooner you’ll get better. And then you can go back home, and tell your Shufu and brother that I took you away against your will. You can even take credit for killing me, if you want. After this, you’ll never see me again.”

“I will not leave you.”

Then I’ll leave you, but what’s meant to be a secret then leaves his mouth.

Lan Zhan is steadfast. “Where will you go?”

Wherever Shijie is. So I can say sorry.

Wei Wuxian elects to spread himself open. Where other people curl into a defensive ball, he lays himself on the ground, a child of earthly affairs.

反正天大地大，四海为家。

“The world is big,” he says, “and wherever I go, I can make it into a home. That’s what happened in Luan Zang Gang, but I don’t want to go back.”

But where else do I belong now?

Lan Wangji opens his mouth, but Wei Ying has frozen in time. There is not a physical whiff of smoke around him, but he shakes, leaf dropping from his grip. His lips move, as he has conversations with someone who died in a cruel fashion a long time ago.

“Wei Ying,” he calls.

His eyes are glazed over. Lan Wangji has seen this before.

“Wei Ying,” he calls again. With Jiang Yanli out of the world now, and out of wherever the ghosts possessing Wei Ying live—a person like her meets death with a greeting and a bowl of soup—only Lan Wangji has a flicker of hope in keeping him here.

He scrambles to lift himself, winces when he uses his injured arm, then heaves himself upright with core strength alone.

Grabbing Wei Ying’s arm is like touching a hot stone: In a flash meant to repel, it burns him. He should jolt and jump away, but instead clutches harder. He says his name again.

How long has Wei Ying been walking to bring them both out of the reach of the cultivation world? Where are they now? How long has he gone without sleep, when he should have stopped to grieve?

Wei Ying finally, finally takes enough breaths to find himself, finally has the space of mind to turn his head enough for Lan Wangji to realize how bloodshot his eyes are.

With one last shudder, he collapses.

魏无羡你想报仇吗？

Revenge? On whom? Himself?

Shijie does not belong on a battlefield. In another life, one where she could be as strong in body as she is in mind, she would be the best. She would beat anyone as easily as Yu Furen and her handmaids. When she is reincarnated, in her 来生，heaven will be kinder to her, because if not to her, then whom?

So why is she here, dressed in white for her own funeral?

There is a whisper she is trying to pass onto him, and the hand on Wei Wuxian’s cheek is already cold from lack of blood. Instead, she shoves him aside. She dies instantly.

That blade was meant for me.

It should have been me.

Jiang Fengmian should never have taken him in. He killed his daughter. Wei Wuxian should have been left to die on the streets.

Do you want revenge?

I want to die.

The voices have faces. Every one of them is Jiang Yanli. Such hateful words should not come from her mouth. He wants to raise Chenqing to the voices, but then, he would have to raise it to her.

He dreams of falling. Luan Zang Gang calls him. Come back, say the ones who gave him Chenqing. Don’t you want revenge?

When he hits the ground again, no longer able to see the sky, Shijie reaches a hand out. She does not belong here, either. “Go,” he tells her. “Go—”

Don’t touch her, he screams at the spirits. Listen to me. You promised, you promised.

Shijie raises one gentle hand to his cheek. He is too afraid to lean into her touch.

“—Ying!”

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bladedweaponsandswishycoats · 4 years

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I’m still having Lan Xichen feelings, apparently...

This time relating to JGY - on a scene where JGY overplayed his hand (if not enough to stop LXC from getting trapped by him), aka it’s time for my daily analysis of the nuances of Lan brothers body language...

I was watching episode 44, in particular the meeting between Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao, and it struck me that this should have/may have been a major turning point in Jin Guangyao giving himself away. And I think you can see there is a moment of revelation - the way, in the second gif, LXC reels back/tilts his head and body back upon hearing that corpses have been called (reel back and “or used the yin tiger seal to call corpses” being the first part of the gif, and “at Jinlintai, he was stabbed being the second- looping gif makes it a bit confusing).

(I say “should have” because LXC does still go with him and fall into his trap and losing his powers, but given his personality and how difficult this whole discovery-of-betrayal must have been, I suspect LXC would have continued to hold off on absolute judgment until the actual reveal of aggression or betrayal.) In any event, despite the fact that it does not lead to LXC being able to avoid JGY’s trap, I can’t help but think this must have been a key moment in adding to the bulk of evidence against JGY.

We know LXC meant to test the Collection of Chaos song on himself, but not whether he succeeded in doing so (trying to self direct while also channeling the spiritual power which serves to disrupt seems like it would be kind of difficult to do, and not necessarily a reliable test of whether the music would work on someone else. So even if he did find it made him agitated (or something?), it might not have been entirely persuasive proof of the song’s adverse effects, at least in LXC’s cautious mind.

But so this scene—here is something more. JGY went ahead and started setting loose the puppets/zombies at Luanzang/Burial Mounds vicinity, and makes the claim that it must be Wei Wuxian. It is interesting that, as skilled a manipulator and deceiver as he was, he does not seem to have suspected that Xichen is actually sheltering Wei Wuxian at Cloud Recesses. If he did, he would know that activities happening at Yiling would be demonstrably NOT WWX’s fault, and would, if not cast suspicion on him (JGY), at least make it clear that there is some other player attempting to frame Wei Ying. In asking about whether that is likely given his injury from Jin Ling, Jin Guangyao reverts to the ‘he’s the Yiling Laozu, who knows what he’s capable of’, which might work for most people, but seems like a terribly risky approach to take with Lan Xichen, specifically. I suppose, in the end, it did not matter since LXC went with him and got trapped anyway, but its interesting here that JGY seems to think that sharing the information about the puppets turning up around the Burial Mounds is a good idea in this instance.

#the untamed #陈情令 #lan xichen #jin guangyao #mdzs #meta #my metas #still not done with feelings about the Lan boys apparently #xichen

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yiling · 4 years

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Untamed rewatch Episode 21

In this episode: brief spots of military strategy surrounded on all sides by Wei Wuxian’s increasingly obvious PTSD

-THIS SIBLINGS SCENE...I WILL SCREAM

-“we’ll be together forever” GOD SHUT UPPPPP

-oooh that flinch :(

-I like that jc immediately sees nhs out once it’s obvious wwx is uncomfortable. a good brother

-this very spare arrangement of wuji is interesting

-ugh wrh...already tired of this motherfucker

-oh my god wwx is at a banquet in his honor and all he can think about is missing lwj and his trauma. what a guy

-hey this is the first time we hear the song of clarity!

-is it meant to be implied that wwx can hear this diegetically or what

-ah yes the conflict for the next several episodes: wwx not carrying his sword and wwx’s drinking problem

-my mom: ptsd much?

-interesting to see jyl compare chenqing to zidian. it’s kindly meant! she loves wwx and she knows everyone being on him for not carrying his sword is wearing on him. so I think she intends it as “hey, your spiritual tool can be something other than a sword and that’s fine!” but I think wwx is...less than enthused about being compared to madam yu.

-paused so I could explain the translation of chenqing to everyone

-please talk to yanli ._.

-my sister: I love how they only show nightless city in the nighttime

-I fully believe that at least at this stage, jc would get nothing done without yanli hassling him.

-hey the pattern on jc’s robes matches nmj’s, I wonder if he had them commissioned in qinghe

-I wonder why wwx is so distressed to see the wens being tormented here, since they’re still technically his enemies. (he’s plainly horrified even before he sees wen qing is with them, so that’s not it). My idea of what’s happening here is that when he’s this fresh off the burial mounds, he’s especially sensitized to resentful energy, and that includes the pain and distress of living people. he has to try and channel it through the music to not lose his mind, but it’s too intense to control, hence rockslide.

-this is a sexy shot with the ribbon

-holy shit the flute doubling is so bad lmao. worst thing about xiao zhan’s performance by far.

-this is where I start to get in my feelings about the plot of CQL as mental illness metaphor, and I especially have feelings about wei wuxian’s flat refusal to communicate with his family here. sometimes acknowledging that you’re suffering is so much more scary and awful than just the suffering itself, and I think that’s what his deal is here. if he were to sit down and explain what is actually happening with him, explain what happened in the burial mounds, he’d have to relive it and that’s something he’s doing too much of anyway. better to keep his mouth shut, even though it’s increasingly obvious he’s doing badly.

-wwx my guy, could you possibly have made a less supervillain-like entrance, and said less weird and cryptic shit? all these people are already annoyed with you

-I love xichen’s “what the actual fuck is your problem” expression lmao

-xichen has this discussion about morality with his brother, and i think he...kind of sows the seeds of his own sorrow, here. wangji’s obviously not there just yet, he’s really struggling with it, but he’s gonna hear “things aren’t black and white, you have to judge people as individuals” and run with it. i don’t think the twin jades ever hate or resent each other, but i’m sure that after the death of wei wuxian, after the burial mounds, after the discipline whip and three years of seclusion, their relationship is...not the same. (and frankly, i don’t think that that is xichen’s fault)

-the music that plays here is so lovely and melancholy

-oh boy a reprise of the yiling argument :/// wwx these people all love you and are worried about you

-...but that in itself is part of the problem, isn’t it? like, wei wuxian is angry at lan zhan here because they argued and wwx won’t let it go, but I think the fact that lan zhan decided to talk to yanli (which was extremely good of him, lbr, he’s trying so hard to help this boy out) is partly why wwx is so furious. jiang yanli is worried about her shidi right now, but jiang yanli will always be worried about her shidi, and being around her is one of the few things that gives wwx a sense of safety and normalcy, as raw as he is. he sees lan zhan giving her the “The Dangers Of Resentful Energy” talk as a threat to that safety! i don’t think he really gets that this is information she would like to know because she loves and is afraid for him, and her opinion of him is not going to change based on this. he is desperately, desperately trying to conceal all this from her, and he’s not happy lan zhan is not in favor of that goal!

-it’s non-obvious, since he’s so arrogant and obnoxious all the time, but I think one of the emotions wwx struggles with the most in this post-burial mounds pre-yiling laozu era is shame. i don’t think he feels that awesome about having to cultivate an unorthodox path, i think he feels pretty terrible about having had this awful thing happen to him that he doesn’t feel able to talk about, and i think he especially feels bad that he’s in enough pain that he can’t just keep it under wraps and act like everything is fine. through wei wuxian’s early life, i think he pretty consistently got told that he was a burden to his family and an obstacle to his adoptive siblings. his preferred coping mechanism for this was to smile and laugh and never take anything too seriously, and this worked up until a series of extremely horrible things happened in very short order, and now he’s not in a place where he can just hide his problems under cheerful irreverence. he’s already afraid of burdening his remaining family with his problems, since he’s the one who’s supposed to protect them, and now that people have started questioning his cultivation methods, he’s increasingly afraid that they’ll reject him outright. he’s ashamed of what he’s been through, he’s ashamed of everyone’s increasing suspicion of him, he’s ashamed that he can’t just be who he was before, and it intensifies until he goes FINE, FUCK IT, IF THERE’S NO WAY LEFT FOR ME TO BE GOOD, I’LL BE EVIL, and we get the yiling patriarch

-a lot of people have already talked about wwx baring his throat to lan zhan’s sword here but woof that sure is a call forward...if I could die by your hand...

-we talked a little bit after this about suibian and cultivators’ swords and whether the sword chooses the cultivator harry potter style

-the drama and trauma. will only increase

#cql #the untamed #untamed rewatch liveblog #mine #this set of episodes consists of me screaming WEI WUXIAN TALK TO YOUR FAMILY #while pretty deeply understanding all the reasons he doesn't feel like he can talk to his family #meta

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MDZS AU Headcanon dump: Stay (3)

(Part 1 here) (Part 2 here)

The argument led the two to have a somewhat comfortable friendship( ppffffttt ) .WWX also stops being obstinate and opens up abit more now.LWJ is relieved and often indulges on WWX’s whims (��Lan Zhan.””Mn?” *dangles and falls off a tree* “WEIYING!” )

( Come ooon, have a sip Lan Zhan! The Wens make such good fruit wine!” ”Alright” ”......What?”) ( “Laozu...what is Lan gong zi doing?” “I don’t know and his stupid Lan ribbon won’t break!I can’t play Chengqing to help myself! He’s showing it off to everyone down Yiling’s main street our tied hands! Fourth Uncle help me! ”) However, the negative energy still lingers heavily inside him.LWJ observes but doesn’t point it out to WWX who already knows. So he turns to Wen Qing. “Without a golden core, and basically no Yang energy, all the Yin energy in him from the time he was thrown here further agitated his injuries before his cultivation base can recover.Unless he heals his cultivation base to generate Yang energy, it won’t balance out his Yin energy to stabilise him. That’s my theory at least.” ( referenced from Scum Villain’s Self Saving System where Luo Bing He basically has spiritual and demonic energy in him ) “Stygian Tiger Seal.” “That too.The idiot is straining himself as it is supressing the Burial Mounds for us to live.It needs to go.” “Can he get another core?” “If Hua Dan Shou can exist, I don’t see why we can’t try. Yiling Laozu already did the impossible as the founder of Demonic Cultivation, why not pull out another?” “...Jie, Wei Gongzi isn’t a experiment.” “He technically is when he agreed to get his core cut by me.” “...” LWJ,Wen Ning and Wen Qing starts to find books, herbs and ways on this project.Although LWJ thinks he could try looking at Gusu Lan’s library, but decides against it since he technically defected.They start giving medicine on pretence its for Wen Qing to work out her prescription ( “Because you have an iron stomach.You won’t die but my patients will!If they die its potatoes for another month!” ) This is when WWX noticed LWJ is spending more time on books, scripts and talking to Wen Qing. Only our chaotic mess can deduce LWJ likes Wen Qing.So whenever WWX brings up Wen Qing, he thinks that WWX likes Wen Qing. Wen Qing one day has enough of WWX’s blabbering and watching LWJ’s dagger eyes, and gets the two of them to sit at the family table and puts her foot down ( “ I am already THIS BUSY with the clinic and my patients and this family.While chasing away idiots trying to beg for the oh so amazing YiLing Laozu to take them as disciples. I don’t need another 2 BABIES to look after. Even a-Yuan is smarter than you both. I don’t want to hear of this anymore.Especially you LaoZu.” “What?Why me?!” “...” ) When WWX storms off to sulk in his cave, he picks up a-Yuan to bemoan to the child. Who is still playing with toys LWJ bought him. “But Zhan gege don’t like Qing Yi. Zhan gege likes Xian gege.” “.................Hah?” “Zhan gege is reading papers to help Xian gege get better.Xian gege got injured, and he seems sad.Said once Xian gege get better, you can take a-Yuan play longer.” “Hah??What rubbish are you talking about?!Children shouldn’t tell lies or the corpses will take you away!” “Its true! Zhan gege even has a song that he said he made when Xian gege got injured.It sounded like the one Xian gege plays for me to sleep.I’m trying to learn it on the Qin.” “What have you been eating?Are you sick??Don’t lie to your elders, stop using Lan Zhan's name so carelessly.” “I’m not lying! The rules says to be good, a-Yuan cannot lie!” “Stop reading that!Why are you still reading that book of 3000 rules of a sect you aren’t in?!” So WWX and LWJ resume their daily activities. WWX is suspicious but his goldfish memory shakes it off. And one day, an invitation came for WWX to join the first month celebration of Shijie’s child. WWX locked himself up in his cave to work on his present for Jin Ling.LWJ is the only one that comes in and observes, not obstructing of WWX’s work on the silver bell. “Its powerful.” “Only the best for Shijie’s son.” “...You could use the same thing.Should suppress the area if we plot it around the mounds.Less strain on you.” “Oh! I’ll think about that.” “...” “I’ll also need go get some robes.Mine aren’t proper for an auspicious event.Go with me down town, Lan Zhan?” “No need.” “Huh?” “Robes.Not Lan Sect robes.Plain.Have some you could wear.Its new.” ( LWJ does not deny he liked how his personal colours looked on his wife WWX. A lot.) They set out days later, since they decided to go on foot and take the time to travel leisurely.With the spells in place, WWX can travel further without the pressure, and with the medicine he has been taking, LWJ can see WWX seems brighter.Almost like that teen who first came to Cloud Recesses.Both often helping out where chaos is.The two grew closer ( like in canon while looking for NMJ’s parts ) (”Look Lan Zhan!The girls gave us some flowers!””Don’t want””Eh?But didn’t you take the flowers I gave you in YunMeng.Who doesn’t like flowers anyway?””Different.Was from you.” “....?!!??!” *WWX internal screaming*) Until they arrive in Lanling. Where Jin ZiXun and his men are awaiting. (Part 4 here)

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji #wei wuxian #if lan wangji stayed #wen qing #wen ning #thank you for reading this long script #basically trash #so much ooc #so much self indulgence #wangxian

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