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mxtxfanatic · 1 month

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Fandom Gripe #22: I wish the novel fandom would stop ascribing to Jiang Cheng things that he did not do (at least not alone) to make his character seem like some outstanding model citizen who pulled himself up by his bootstraps instead of the rotten product of wealth and nepotism that he is.

No, Jiang Cheng did not rebuild Lotus Pier on his own. In fact, Lotus Pier didn't need to be rebuilt at all because it was never destroyed. Wen Chao was using it as his supervision office, which is why Wang Lingjiao showed up in the first place:

Wang LingJiao spoke in a tender voice, “Young Master Wen, congratulations for moving into Lotus Pier.” Wen Chao, “What Lotus Pier? Change the name. Bring down any door carved with the nine-petaled lotus crest and replace them with those with the QishanWen Sect’s sun crest! JiaoJiao, come dance for me your best song!”

—Chapt. 59: Poisons, exr

If anything, any "rebuilding" that was done happened after Wei Wuxian defected, as Jiang Cheng remade Lotus Pier to be more extravagant than it originally was:

It was perhaps because too many places had been renewed. The training field was two times larger. Each new building seemed to be taller than the previous, adorned with curving roof decor. It seemed grander than before and had more splendor. But, compared to the Lotus Pier of his memories, it had changed too much. Wei WuXian felt a sense of loss from deep within. He didn’t know whether the old buildings from the past were blocked behind these impressive new buildings or if they were torn down already.

—Chapt. 85: Loyalty, exr

No, Jiang Cheng did not recruit new disciples on his own. He was recruiting on his own during the war for the 3 months that Wei Wuxian had been trapped in the Burial Mounds, as per Wang Lingjiao's musings:

...leaving only Jiang Cheng, who was younger than even Lan XiChen and was still a child born yesterday, who had nobody in his hands but still dared call himself sect leader, holding up the banner of rebellion as he recruited new disciples.

—Chapt. 60: Poisons, exr

But after Wei Wuxian returned, Wei Wuxian had a large hand in disciple recruitment, specifically because of the interest his ghost path garnered amongst cultivators at banquets where they were recruiting, such as the Phoenix Mountain Hunt:

One of the sect leaders spoke in a sour tone, “This time, Lotus Pier is really the center of the show. Almost all of the spirits and corpses were summoned to the YunmengJiang Sect’s grounds. There’d definitely be a number of cultivators interested in them.” ... Someone sneered, “Huh? Interested in them? I don’t think so. To put it simply, they’re interested in Wei WuXian, aren’t they? Didn’t the YunmengJiang Sect grow in fame during the Sunshot Campaign only because of Wei WuXian?”

—Chapt. 70: Departure, exr

Despite the above quote being gossip from jealous cultivators, we know this to be true because after Wei Wuxian defects, cultivators begin to flock to the Burial Mounds to ask to be his disciples, still:

After he found himself in the limelight during a few night-hunts, there really were quite a few people who came for him, hoping that they could be accepted by the ‘patriarch’ and become one of his disciples. The mountains that used to be so deserted suddenly became crowded. None of the fierce corpses Wei WuXian set up on patrol down the mountain would attack on their own. At most, they’d send the person flying and roar their throats out. Nobody got hurt, and so more and more people gathered down Burial Mound.

—Chapt. 75: Distance, exr

No, Jiang Cheng did not raise Jin Ling on his own. First off, Jin Ling is the heir to the Jin Clan, so him being raised wholly by Jiang Cheng would make absolutely no sense. Which is why nowhere does the novel say this happens; Jin Ling spends his time split between Lanling and Lotus Pier:

When Jin Ling was young, he was brought up by two sects. He lived at the LanlingJin Sect’s Jinlin Tower half the time, and the YunmengJiang Sect’s Lotus Pier the other half, so he should be carrying belongings from both sects.

—Chapt. 38: Grasses, exr

(However—and this is just my conjecture—I doubt the overtly homophobic and sexist Jiang Cheng would personally go about changing the diapers of a child who only knew him to be merciless and cold:

From the beginning of his memory until now, Jin Ling had never seen such a look on Jiang Cheng’s face before. This uncle of his who led the prominent YunmengJiang Sect ever since a young age had always been cold and dark. When he spoke, he was willing to neither show mercy nor do good.

—Chapt. 23: Malice, exr

Rich people have servants for a reason.)

No, Jiang Cheng does not spend his time helping the people of Yunmeng. He really does spend a good deal of his time fobbing off his duty to the people (not unusual for a large sect) in favor of hunting down and torturing people (very unusual, the reason why his citizens prefer to pray to gods) who either had the surname Wen or that he suspected of either being possessed by Wei Wuxian because they remind him of the latter, which extends to people who use his inventions:

Jiang Cheng spoke grimly, “Break his legs? Haven’t I told you? If you see this sort of evil and crooked practice, kill the cultivator and feed him to your dogs!”

—Chapt. 7: Arrogance, exr

Zidian definitely wouldn’t deceive [Jiang Cheng] or make a mistake, so he quickly calmed himself and thought, this doesn’t mean anything. I should first find an excuse to take him back and use every possible method to get information out of him. It’s impossible for him to not confess anything or give himself away. I’ve done things like this in the past anyways. After thinking it through, he made a gesture. The disciples understood his intention and came over.

—Chapt. 10: Arrogance, exr

The owner, “Young Masters, you’re not from Yunping City so you don’t know. The Jiang Sect is responsible for all of us along the Yunmeng area. The Sect Leader’s got quite a bad temper. It’s almost frightening. His subordinate’s said so a long time ago. Only one sect is in charge of such a large area. Each day, there are almost a hundred cases of small ghosts or other creatures pulling pranks on the living and all that. If every single small thing had to be dealt with immediately, would there be enough time and energy? Those that don’t kill anyone aren’t malign spirits, and we’re not supposed to disturb them with trivial matters that aren’t malign spirits.” She complained, “What is this supposed to mean? Wouldn’t it be too late if we waited until somebody’s died to find them?!” ... The owner continued, “On top of that, Lotus Pier is truly a scary place. How would anyone dare go there again?” Wei WuXian moved his gaze from Lan WangJi’s calm face with a short pause of surprise, “Lotus Pier is scary? How could Lotus Pier be scary? You’ve been there?” The owner, “I haven’t been there myself, but I know someone who went because his house was being badly haunted. But it was all bad luck. That Sect Leader Jiang was cracking a glowing whip right on the training field. The victim’s flesh and blood flew as high as his screams! A servant secretly informed him that the sect leader caught the wrong person again, that he hadn’t been in a great mood, and that he definitely shouldn’t be irritated in any way. He was so scared that he dropped off the gifts he brought and fled at once. He never dared visit again.” Wei WuXian had long since heard of how Jiang Cheng had been searching for cultivators of the ghost path who seemed like they seized another’s body, taking all of them into Lotus Pier to be tortured and questioned. The owner’s friend probably just happened to have ran into him when he was letting off steam. It wasn’t hard to imagine how hideous Jiang Cheng would’ve looked, so no wonder a normal person would make a run for it. ... The owner, “No, no. It was his misfortune. The person’s surname was Wen, and that Sect Leader Jiang’s archenemy happened to have the surname of Wen as well. He’s hating on everyone in this world whose surname is Wen. Whenever he sees one, he’d grind his teeth in hatred, wanting to skin them alive. How could he give a single friendly look to...”

—Chapt. 92: Longing, exr

The time he isn't spending hunting down people to torture, he uses to trail after Jin Ling on nighthunts to make sure nothing happens to him.

Wei WuXian, “Huh? Jiang Cheng? How did you run into him while night-hunting?” Lan SiZhui, “We invited Young Master Jin to join our night- hunt last time, so...” Wei WuXian immediately understood. One could even guess that while Lan SiZhui led the group in the night-hunt, Wen Ning naturally wouldn’t be idle either. He must’ve followed them in the dark to protect them, so that he could provide assistance when they encounter danger during the night-hunt. Jiang Cheng must’ve been sneaking behind Jin Ling as well, scared something would happen to him again.

—Chapt. 116: Banquet Extra, exr

Any other "single jiujiu!jc who don't need no man!" fanon I'm missing?

#human gripes at fandom #mdzs #feel free to add any quotes i forgot #but quite honestly some things are said too often #for it to make sense to add every quote #i'm not adding every 'jc tortures people' quote #i also gave up on every 'jc trails after jin ling' quote #because in the entire story the only time jin ling is not with jc #is when they get into an argument and jin ling runs away #for someone who is incapable of showing any sort of affection to his own nephew #jc is surprisingly a helicopter parent

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wangxianficrecs · 18 days

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the world wags on by justdoityoufucker

🔒 the world wags on

by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account)

T, 5k, Wangxian & Wei Changze/Lan Qiren

Summary: Wei Ying learns quickly that he cannot be seen by the Jiang. Or, more specifically, he can’t be seen by Madam Yu, who seems to be around the streets of the city more than she ever had been before. Her seeing him will result in the usual spoken barbs, but also in lashings with the sparking purple of Zidian if there are few around. - Or, the one where Wei Changze returns. Kay's comments: Recently re-read this gem and loved it just as much as I did when the story first came out. Having Wei Changze and Lan Qiren getting together works surprisingly well and of course it's a delight to have Wei Ying grow up in Gusu, as a Lan. It starts out heart-breaking and then it turns out so soft and the petty part of me enjoyed watching the Jiangs flounder as well. Excerpt: Qiren looks as if he’s seen a ghost when the disciple leads Wei Changze into his office, dropping his brush. In a way, he has seen a ghost. “Changze,” he gasps, stumbling to his feet, nearly overturning his desk in his haste, “you—how? The boy??” “She’s gone, a-Ren,” and he can’t keep the grief out of his voice. He’s had five years, yes, but really he’s only had the past week. “I almost died during the hunt; I didn’t remember anything—not until a week ago. a-Ying—” He almost feels like he’s going to collapse if he has to think about what a-Ying went through for months, years, when he should’ve been loved and cared for. “Sit,” Qiren says, leading him to the table, hand remaining on his arm as if when he lets go, Wei Changze will disappear again. “a-Ren, they threw him out,” he says, because he has not been able to talk about this with anyone else and he cannot hold back any longer. “Fengmian didn’t even know if he still lived; my son, like he was naught but some trash!”

pov wei changze, canon divergence, pov wei wuxian, wei changze lives, lan qiren/wei changze, somebody lives/not everybody dies, dysfunctional jiang family, jiang family bashing, past child abuse, parent-child relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, childhood friends

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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ghooostbaby · 26 days

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the post i just reblogged about wei wuxian reminds me of my idea of how yin yu is accepted/treated in ghost city ... yin yu as kind of the oddest of oddballs in ghost city, because he's a pretty reasonable, responsible, organized, hard worker, (what rage issues?!) but he's respectful and kind to the ghosts... and he wins them over by that, they're so fond of him, and very protective of him. the ghost city residents get pissed off when outsider ghosts come in and are like what are you so obedient to him for?? he's just a regular person wearing a mask. and they'll howl with rage!! that's our waning moon officer! our little skrunkly! how dare!!!

i love to imagine the initial yin yu onboarding process too... i have a cherished headcanon that when hua cheng first brought yin yu on board (after an urgent request from he xuan who watched his rise and fall himself undercover in heavens and developed an attachment to the quiet emotional disaster of yin yu, what can i say yin yu beloved of ghosts... i like it a lot) he was very much a fish out of water and couldn't really command any of the ghosts which is sort of his whole gig.. so hua cheng carved him a super scary mask himself to help out and then went around to the ghosts and yelled at them on yin yu's behalf so they accepted yin yu as important to hua cheng and the rest is history (maybe over exaggeratedly acting intimidated by him for a while which yin yu feels very exasperated by but it's better than treating him with contempt)

#yin yu #tgcf

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 10 months

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Since it seems, I need to point all this out... again...

Anonymous asked:

Like, I have no trouble seeing WWX as a good guy, or even the least bad in the cultivation world, but if he can subject a man to forced autocannibalism and orchestrate a scenario where a woman is made to put her mouth around his penis before biting it off, then he’s far from an ideal guy imo. There are things no one deserves no matter what they’ve done. Mxtx could have done more to distinguish his actions from the way XY subjects people to cannibalism and JGY forces women to rape his father.

I've answered a bit of this before, I will repost my response as well as respond further to my own view as to why I don't condemn him the same as Jin Guangyao and Xue Yang. As well as how it is a fandom fallacy he did the act to force Wang Lingjiao to do anything.

About the supervisory office:

First, let me at least mark the difference between “gui dao” and “mo dao” as it will be important for the courier station antics.

魔道 (Mo Dao): Lit. Devil’s way/path/truth

鬼道 (Gui Dao): The Ghost’s/twisted/sly, way/path/truth

心 (Xin) Soul/center/core/heart

心魔 (Xin Mo): Devil, Soul/center/core/heart

鬼 (Gui) lit. A ghost/demon/crafty/cursed

With these in mind, the way Mo Dao is crafted as a cultivator, is that you have to have a center/a core, that is innately tuned to be crafted as evil, hence, a corrupted core. To use real mo dao, it needs to come from within to manipulate, not from outer external references, it is the corruption of the self and the still living to craft evil beings.

To use real gui dao, it comes from the dead, the ghosts and the supernatural, in other words not of much of the self. It is using the outside forces of death and non-living beings to use techniques. It is simply using what already existed before to craft an entity.

Now, on to the Wang Lingjiao and Wen Chao scenes and why these distinctions are important and it was just Wei Wuxian manipulating the two’s already heightened paranoia’s to exasperate the negative energy they fostered between themselves.

In that moment, as soon as she opened the chest, she was able to peer inside.

It was none of her beloved treasures, but the body of a pale, curled-up child!

She snuck within the room once again, found a long clothing pole, and flipped the chest over. Inside of it, her treasure sat peacefully.

There was no child whatsoever.

Wang Lingjiao sighed in relief. With the pole in her hands, she squatted down. Just as she was about to brace herself, she suddenly realized that two bright spots were shining underneath her bed.

It was a pair of eyes.

That pale child from before lay prone under her bed, staring into her own.

As he turned around, the rest of what he wanted to say stuck within his throat. He was staring at a woman in front of his door.

The woman’s features were broken, as though they had been smashed and then pieced together haphazardly. Her eyes stared in two different directions; the left upward and the right downward. Her entire face was horrendously disfigured.

Wen Chao, with some difficulty, was able to recognize her from her scanty robe. It was Wang Lingjiao!

Still on the ground, Wang Lingjiao immediately picked up one of the stools legs, and frantically, she began stuffing it into her mouth, laughing all the while, “Fine, fine, I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it!

Haha, I’ll eat it!”

She had already stuffed a significant length of the stool leg down her throat!

Remember, that just before these confrontations Wang Lingjiao had already assumed that Wen Chao’s time was up as well as she herself making plans to run away. They had already turned on each other, as she was planning to move on to a more prospective target, and he wanting her out of the way as an annoyance.

As such, both have created a negative space for themselves, also, remember all of the talismans for protection that they had placed on the outside of the courier station, and their effects which had been reversed by Wei Wuxian. Their 风水(geomancy) physically and mentally has been disordered. Their harmony is broken. Thus, they have cultivated an outside force for Wei Wuxian to manipulate and turn the two against each other.

The above scenes are simply the inner hell they created from their own paranoia and negativity they trapped themselves in. Wei Wuxian only had to change a few character strokes on the protective talismans to sic them on each other while he was on the outside looking in.

Wen Chao cried sharply in pain. It sounded piercing within the silence of the courier station.

Jiang Cheng asked, “Why is his voice so pitched?”

Wei Wuxian responded, “Of course it would sound like that with a certain something gone.“

Jiang Cheng replied in disgust, “You’re the one who took it? ”

Wei WuXian said, “It’s wretched if you think that. Of course I wasn’t the one who took it. It was bitten off by his woman when she went mad.”

There is no reason for Wei Wuxian to lie here, he has already proudly admitted to his tortures of Wen Chao before hand and his physical abuse against him and Wen Zhuliu. Wei Wuxian’s entire persona here was meant to be cruel and monstrous and he continued further torture of course, but it was added on to the existing abuse that Wen Chao and Wang Lingjiao cultivated together already.

So, no, anon, Wei Wuxian was not a rapist in any capacity here. He simply played dirty tricks to make these two ruin each other even more by themselves.

Now, to the second part of your ask. Personally, I am content with the way MXTX portrayed the act of his vengeance as being different than Jin Guangyao and Xue Yang. Because ultimately, when he did choose to do this, it was for all the violence these two (Wen Chao and Wang Lingjiao) reaped themselves, by the mandate of heaven and Chinese Buddhist belief, they have gathered their merits of "negativity" to face the consequences of their own actions. Cruelty is met with cruelty it has accrued. Nothing more, in Doaist terms, it is the way of nature righting it's harmony that humans are not made for. An eye for an eye.

The way of the world is for a human to be able to balance the self in it, and not for the world to cater to humanity. In this sense, the only ones who are in turmoil are those that have misrepresented their own words and actions (i.e. Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian).

And, as I said, Wei Wuxian took revenge on none other than those that had wronged him. To Daoist principal that is as it should be. As for Jin Guangyao and Xue Yang however, they did not leave it to just that, they steeped in obsession of hate. To be doaist, you cannot place obsession, of any sort, over the tranquility of your own choices and way. They continued to cause ruin without the give. This has already set them apart as lost to the moral code of a daoist.

Daoism is not about the call of morality humanity is, it is simply the act of natural actions. Good and bad, are human and a fight that is constant to make peace with.

And for further details, let's get what geomancy is out of the way since it is critical to the usage of this scene and how the Wens there were easily turned against each other with just TALISMANS.

For starters, in China the art of geomancy is also divination , I Ching, specifically and has been used to say that by following the earth's natural patterns harmony can be achieved for life and home.

To garner negativity is to welcome negativity by being unaligned with those patterns. Which brings in the warding talismans that have been used all over by the Wens during this time. To shift the ward meanings is very simple and expounds the paranoia and hate that have already festered within this particular place. It has no Feng Shui based on natural energy that these people have. Harmony that is vital for daoism and cultivation has already been ruined and altered enough for it to be easy to manipulate through simple divination and the manipulations of the outside force that already is in existence.

Wei Wuxian already had the tools for all there to hurt themselves. Gruesome yes, but also in line with what is deemed as the energy accumulation and disruptions humans made themselves for revenge.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #is not morally grey #literally this does not work if we philosophically play into what daoism is #yin and yang are the two extremes of each other #to balance them doesn't mean morally grey because enlightenment means to let go of human morality and be above human thought #ascension means you are above human crisis #and why the primordial soul is so important it can be swayed to either extreme #please just look up basic philosophy for doaism as it is very much in extreme contrast to human hardship

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amethyst-the-necromancer · 1 year

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The offical Tumblr Necromancy Sexyman Tournament

the rules are simple, I develop a roster of fictional necromancers and you vote for a winner.

The characters can be any gender, race , etc. Their power can be from themselves or artifacts, as long as they can be considered concretely to be a necromancer, litch,etc. Can come from any media, book, movie, tv, etc.

The term necromancer usually also includes people to talk to ghosts, however for simplicity this list will only include people who raise the dead.

I'll be pulling characters from the Wikipedia list of fictional necromancers

If their is some one you want on the list mention them in a comment or reblog.I

So far the contestants are:

Marcia Overstrand - from the Septimus Heap book series by Angie Sage

Mannimarco - from The Elder Scrolls Game series, Bethesda game studios

Lord Fabian - From A Plague on Necromancy by Sam Artisan

Victor Frankenstein - Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Kabuto Yakushi- from multiple Naruto media

Johannes Cabal- from the book Johannes Cabal the Necromancer by Jonathan L. Howard

SCP-049- from the SCP Foundation

Harrowhark Nonagesimus - The Locked Tomb book series Tamsyn Muir

Vecna- Dungeons and Dragons

Wei Wuxian- The Untamed Tv series

Chlorr/Clariel of the Mask- from the Old Kingdom book series by Garth Nyx

Nico DiAngelo - from the Rick Riordan books universe

Yorick- League of Legends

Nari of the Eternal Forest- Tales of Arcadia

Claudia- from The Dragon Prince

Ned- from the show Pushing Daisies

Ambrose Spellman -from the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Imotehp - from the Mummy franchise

Jade- Tales of the Abyss

Edward Grey- from the Undead Canadian book series

Marciline - Adventure Time

Ianthe Tridentarius- the Locked Tomb book series

#necromancy #magic #Necromancer sexyman tournament #wizard #skull #the elder scrolls #septimus heap #a plague on necromancy #gothic #mary shelley #frankenstein #adventure time #scp foundation #scp 049 #the chilling adventures of sabrina

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bracketsoffear · 7 months

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Wei Wuxian (The Untamed) "Wei Wuxian invented a new branch of cultivation (magic) that is essentially necromancy. He can experience the memories of the dead, control armies of corpses, and set spirits of the dead upon his enemies. He created demonic cultivation after being thrown into the Burial Mounds, an old battle field that had become an eldritch location where corpses and ghosts roamed and no one could escape alive. There's a line in the novel that implies that the only thing to eat there was corpses, and Wei Wuxian was stuck there for months. He comes out only technically alive with this nightmarish connection to the dead. On the battlefield, Wei Wuxian would have his corpses kill and then immediately take control of the newly created corpse, so that this enemies would have to watch their fallen comrades turn against them in death. He dies horribly and everyone thinks his soul has been destroyed only for 13 years after his death, a young man uses human self sacrifice to resurrect Wei Wuxian into his body. So most of the story of MDZS takes place with Wei Wuxian as a dead man possessing someone else's body."

Grandma Death/Roberta Sparrow (Donnie Darko) "She’s a living reminder of our impending mortality. In the town she tends to generally spook people by her wandering actions, invoking the fear of aging, senility, and death that nigh everyone has, but for the lead, Donnie Darko, she has a much more personal impact. Roberta whispers in Donnie’s ear ‘every living creature on earth dies alone.’ This sticks with Donnie, who is already afraid of the world dying, and when he goes into his therapist’s office, he admits to his own feelings of terror and despair in the face of inevitability and the futility of life."

#end poll #the end #the magnus archives #poll #redemption bracket #the untamed #MDZS #Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #donnie darko

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thisisallthehattersfault · 1 year

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Today I am thinking about the Yin Hu Fu and The Ghost General and Wei Wuxian desperate self-reliance in trying to be both leader and protector and Wen Ning’s wasted potential.

A tally (Fu 符) was a two-piece seal used as proof of authority. It was kind of like an ID. On the more casual, day-to-day usage, you might get people given inexpensive little tallies made of wood or iron as like a security pass, proving they had the right to be in a certain area, such as the imperial gardens; these little pieces would all match up to the other part of the seal, which was held by whoever was in charge of making sure that everyone in a certain place was actually allowed to be there.

A Tiger Tally was different. Tiger Tallies moved armies. They were proof of rank among military officers. One half was held by the king, the other held by the general, and only when the two halves were joined could the army be raised and commanded. These things were rare; only three are known to still exist.

Wei Wuxian should not need to carry both halves of the seal. There should be someone else, there should be someone he can trust to carry the other half. Either a sect leader who can guide him or a subordinate he can rely on -- someone else, anyone else, should be able to hold the other half of the Yin Hu Fu.

But there’s no one. No one he trusts enough, no one who is strong enough. Even if Jiang Cheng or Lan Wangji had stood beside him during the war to the point that he might have been willing to hand part of the seal over, the resentful energy would have killed them, or at the very least done some real damage. They both have powerful Golden Cores; cultivating with resentful energy would be. Bad. And that’s assuming either of them would be willing to touch it in the first place.

But then, there is somebody. Somebody who would be perfect for this.

There’s Wen Ning. Wen Ning, who Wei Wuxian can trust. Wen Ning, who isn’t just strong enough to withstand the resentful energy, but would honestly be made stronger for it. Wen Ning is a dead thing, powered by resentment. Wen Ning is a capable fighter and, as we know, already has some experience leading -- there are disciples who follow his orders, there are Wen who are loyal to him, even if the books never elaborate or explore that at all we are told that he has people who will do what he says up to and including straight-up treason.

Wen Ning is called The Ghost General, but we never see him really do any General type stuff, and that makes me mad! He would be perfect for it! (Okay I mean I know I get it the whole point is that Wei Wuxian wasn’t hungry for power and authority and therefore did not ever consider leading people in that way and therefore would not have thought of appointing a General to make leading people like that easier and none of that is touching on his compulsion to do everything all the time for everyone because if he isn’t being useful then his life has no meaning okay I get it I understand but come on!!!)

I want more fics with actual Ghost General Wen Ning! I want more fics that talk about the disciples that follow Wen Ning! Doesn’t he also canonically have the ability to command resentful creatures that are weaker than him? (I honestly don’t remember on that point I might be making that up but still.)

Actual Ghost General Wen Ning holding one half of the Yin Hu Fu. Actual Ghost General Wen Ning!! Commanding armies not with an iron fist but with a gentle hand, soft-spoken and unassuming and merciful right up until the moment he isn’t anymore. Actual Ghost General Wen Ning who joins his half of the tally with Wei Wuxian’s half of the tally and proceeds to inflict an extremely thorough and comprehensive befuckening on everyone who has ever laid a hand on one of his people.

Actual Ghost General Wen Ning

He deserves it!!! He deserves it.

#MDZS #grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #Wen Ning #Wei Wuxian #Some of this is book exclusive so I won't tag cql #But the point is!! A telly has two halves!!!#Wen Ning is called a GENERAL #LET THEM LEAD TOGETHER!!#Whoops wrong blog #fixed it

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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Identity crisis

PREV: Chapter Three: Traceless

HERE: Chapter Four: Reminiscent

FIRST: Chapter One: Identity foreclosure

Warnings: discussion of drugs and sex work, mentions of death

Wei Wuxian invited Mo Xuanyu to celebrate his - their - 30th birthday at his house party. They had reconnected by chance on social media after not having seen each other for over five years, and Wei Wuxian insisted they celebrate together like they used to when they were in college.

Back then, their birthday party was a dorm room sized gathering of Wei Wuxian's friends (Mo Xuanyu didn't have any), cheap supermarket cake and shitty booze that got everyone drunk and merry quickly. Gifts were few and far between, but that wasn't the point of the party - having fun and making memories was. They were all largely broke college students, after all, nobody expected anything beyond pairs of socks, fun shirts and the occasional gag gift.

But they were no longer college students now. Wei Wuxian had a lot of money - and not just because he married into it, his genius and many inventions granted him fame and millions - with a lifestyle to match it.

He lived in a luxurious home, went on lavish vacations, sent his son to fancy private school. The quickest peek at Wei Wuxian's social media had Mo Xuanyu both marvel at it and envy it.

He knew Wei Wuxian hadn't become a snob or anything, he was sure his college friend was still the same fun-loving, down to earth, mischievous man he had always been and he was just enjoying the perks of the life that he deserved. And Mo Xuanyu was happy for him, he really was!

He only wished his own life had gone, if not the same, at least even slightly better. He knew he wasn't a genius like Wei Wuxian, he wasn't as attractive (though he did look a lot like Wei Wuxian himself, he could never compare), or nearly as charming. He had often joked he was Wei Wuxian's failed clone.

Where Wei Wuxian thrived, Mo Xuanyu hid and ran away. He had never been brave or ambitious, or discovered anything he was exceptional at. He graduated with no fanfare and nobody but Wei Wuxian to congratulate him for it and celebrate.

His mother became sick soon after that, and Mo Xuanyu suddenly found himself in the position of full time caretaker to an incredibly high needs patient while also juggling two jobs to pay the bills. Treatment costs racked up higher and higher the more advanced medicine and cures the doctors prescribed, and suddenly insurance was no longer enough, neither was any government support or even Mo Xuanyu's hard earned money.

He had to find a way to make money, quickly and a lot. So, he contacted his deadbeat father for it, the infuriatingly rich womanizer presiding over Jinlintai, the largest company in the country. He hated the man with a burning passion, a cruel, thoughtless bastard that sired more children that he could have ever been bothered to even hear of.

But he was rich and resourceful and Mo Xuanyu knew he was no longer in the position to hold onto his principles. So he visited his father. The last time he had seen that despicable man was when he was fourteen. He had wanted to meet him at the time, spend time together and bond, and had even apologized for his absence - it had been right out of Mo Xuanyu's wildest dreams.

Then it was over. Mo Xuanyu didn't like to think how it had actually been over, but the crux of it was that he ended up kicked out of the Jin mansion in the middle of the night and swore he would never return.

The moment he entered his father's office, he felt as though he was betraying every part of his younger self.

When he agreed to work as a dancer in Ghost City, he felt like he was betraying every part of his future self.

There was no other choice. The money was plentiful, came in the hundreds, then the thousands. Mo Xuanyu had never imagined he would ever sell his dignity so easily - but suddenly, he no longer had to worry about whether the electricity would get cut off, or whether he would have enough food for both himself and his mom. Suddenly, they could afford more treatment options, and his mom was getting better.

If she suspected something, she never said anything about it, and Mo Xuanyu was more than happy to pretend he wasn't keeping them afloat doing the one thing his mom despised most.

Mo Xuanyu found her dead the morning of his 27th birthday. Peacefully passed in her sleep, cold and motionless. He would never forget the image of her in that bed, it haunted him for years.

Everything went downhill from that point on. He worked over time for months just so he wouldn't have to return to an empty home - and then he met Xue Yang, his manager's top drug dealer, and he found an even better way to numb down his pain.

Suddenly, all his money stopped going to the bills and rent, instead turning to whatever Xue Yang would give him to get him high. He had to move into a cheaper place, sell some of his mom's jewelry, do some really fucked up things for way too much money.

But it didn't matter, because nothing did. Mo Xuanyu lived just so he wouldn't die.

And then he stumbled upon Wei Wuxian's Instagram profile one evening before his night shift started. He didn't know what possessed him to send a message or why Wei Wuxian answered him so quickly and earnestly.

He didn't know why he accepted to celebrate his 30th birthday with him - because Mo Xuanyu had never felt so out of place in his life. There were so many people around, important, rich, fine people. They wore expensive clothes and glimmering jewelry, the kind Mo Xuanyu only saw up close on his... clients, never on himself.

There was plenty of food that Mo Xuanyu's instant noodles would never even come close to comparing with, and the alcohol was so good it bore no resemblance to the stuff they sold at the liquor store next to Mo Xuanyu's apartment building.

Wei Wuxian was the same, but he had somehow become even more handsome and the fine stuff fit him so well that, had Mo Xuanyu not met him before, he would have thought Wei Wuxian had always lived like this. His husband had also grown into a breathtaking man, tall and imposing, with an air of dominance that only softened around Wei Wuxian - and their son was absolutely adorable.

Mo Xuanyu wanted so badly to have even a fraction of that life.

But the party was over before he knew it and he was back home, in his shitty apartment, shooting up drugs to forget about everything he could never have.

But such was life, so full of surprises - which was why Mo Xuanyu suddenly found himself living that exact same life he had so wistfully admired on his 30th birthday. Wei Wuxian's life had become his own. His things, his money, his clothes, his husband, his house, his name, his identity, his everything - all of it was Mo Xuanyu's now to enjoy.

It had taken him a while to accept it, to get used to it, to become comfortable with it. He had been paranoid about it for a few weeks, questioning whether his every word and move resembled Wei Wuxian's.

Nobody suspected anything, nobody said anything.

Mo Xuanyu must have been doing a great job, then.

So, he let some of himself slip through every now and then, mixed his own personality with Wei Wuxian's, conditioned himself to become two people at once.

Eventually, the boundary blurred and he didn't know where Mo Xuanyu ended and Wei Wuxian started.

In his fancy house, in his fancy bed with his wonderful husband and their adorably clueless son, it really did not matter.

Not anymore.

(Not yet)

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wwx #mxy #I wrote this very saltily bc i lost most of it and this is basically a rewrite #I hope you like it anyway!!#writing attempts

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Three years after the last time he saw Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian received a summons to Lotus Pier. The note found him and Lan Wangji out in the wilds of Qinghe where they have been hunting some form of beast. It had been terrorizing the local commoners and the Nie had not been doing enough, so Wei Wuxian had packed up Little Apple and dragged Lan Wangji on another wild adventure.

So far the wild adventure had consisted mostly of rain, mud, and sleeping in the dirt, with no sign of the beast and a number of surprisingly un-terrified villagers, so Wei Wuxian was about ready to put it down to wild rumor and head back to the Cloud Recesses. At which point he received the note from Jiang Cheng, and decided that he might as well see what his once-shidi wanted.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go back to Lotus Pier. For all that had happened after, it was still the first home Wei Wuxian had ever known and, when he let himself, he missed it with a fierceness that left him hollow. He just didn't let himself miss it often, because all that was in the past, and Wei Wuxian was focused on the present.

It took them several days to reach Lotus Pier, and when they got there, Jiang Cheng came storming out of his office like a thundercloud, glaring all the time. He looked thinner than the last time they had spoken, his cheekbones even more pronounced.

"Good," he snapped. "You're here. This way."

He led them through a rambling maze of corridors and open walkways that Wei Wuxian didn't remember - except he did remember, and it all smelled like home and loss and came to rest in a heavy weight in his belly where his nascent golden core spun and sparked merrily to itself. Jiang Cheng led them to the infirmary, where a young woman was lying on a bed.

"Is she alive?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Wei Wuxian looked at the woman, then at Jiang Cheng, his eyebrows climbing.

"Jiang Cheng, I'm not a -"

"You're the foremost expert on ghosts in the world, Wei Wuxian," Jiang Cheng interrupted him. "She was gored by a Soul Devouring Demon two weeks ago."

Wei Wuxian looked back at the girl, then took a careful step closer. The way she lay so still, her breath perfectly even...he reached out to touch her arm and feel for any traces of life.

"She eats, right?"

"She will swallow if someone feeds her, walk if someone leads her. If you leave her to herself she does nothing that a fierce corpse couldn't do, but I don't sense any resentful energy in her. I need to know if her soul is still...here...and if it can be restored."

"Well," Wei Wuxian said. "I can check, there are a few talismans I can look into...It's going to take a few hours."

"Good." Jiang Cheng turned to leave, then paused. "Thank you."

And then he was gone.

***

Jiang Cheng was doing paperwork when a runner came panting into his office, saying that Wei Wuxian wanted him. Jiang Cheng didn't run, because when sect leaders run sect members get uneasy, but he did walk slightly faster than was his wont.

When he got to the infirmary, he found Wei Wuxian looking tired, and Lan Wangji looking blank.

"Her soul's gone," Wei Wuxian reported quietly. "I've tried everything, Lan Wangji played Inquiry...there's nothing there. I'm sorry, Jiang Cheng."

Jiang Cheng nodded.

"Thank you, Wei Wuxian," he said again. "And...thank you for coming. I thought you would avoid Lotus Pier forever. It's good that you came home."

Wei Wuxian's eyes went wide and his mouth opened, but thank all the gods and ancestors for Lan Wangji, because he swept Wei Wuxian off to get some breakfast before Wei Wuxian could get emotions all over Jiang Cheng.

Once he was along, Jiang Cheng sighed and pressed his fingertips to the bridge of his nose. The little fool, what had she been thinking? Of course he knew what she was thinking - she was thinking that she owed a debt despite all they'd done to assure her otherwise, she was thinking that she had found a solution to the problem they'd been working on for three years, and she was thinking that it required a soulless body that yet lived.

And wouldn't you know it, there was a Soul Devouring Demon wandering the countryside, and wasn't it the Head Disciple''s duty to go after it.

"This is the last thing he would have wanted," he snapped at the slow-breathing corpse on the infirmary bed. "The last thing."

He could still remember when she had come to the Jiang, brought by Jin Guangyao under cover of night. One of his father's other bastards, Jin Guangyao had whispered once they had been private. It had been a year or more before Jin Guangshan had died, and nobody wanted to hand him a daughter to use and abuse the way he was already using Jin Guangyao. But her mother had died, and Jin Guangyao had had nowhere else to go. They'd been something close to friends by then, and Jin Guangyao knew that the Jiang were always ready to open their arms to a new disciple.

Nearly twenty years, Jiang Bao had been a member of his sect. In the last few years, as she'd grown into adulthood, she'd even become a friend.

And she loved her brother beyond reason. She'd told Jiang Cheng herself, how the small and smiling dark-eyed man had threatened the madame into giving her up when her mother had died with her contract unfulfilled, and brought her that same night to the door of the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng, where she was treated just like any of the other orphans Jiang Cheng had brought into his sect. Jiang Bao had believed that she owed Jin Guangyao her life, and now she had decided to pay the debt.

Jiang Cheng sighed again, and picked up the feather-light body to carry it away. Like all of Jin Guangshan's bastards, she was slim and short and lighter than she should have been - he wondered if Wei Wuxian's new body ran on nerves the same way Jin Guangyao and Jiang Bao did.

***

In the end the ritual was stupidly easy. The most complicated part was procuring a body - healthy with no wounds, yet soulless. Jiang Bao had so kindly provided, and left Jiang Cheng to either make use of her unwanted gift or squander it.

Jiang Cheng was no fool. He hadn't lived through the Sunshot Campaign and the lean years after the war by squandering opportunities. Wei Wuxian had checked for her soul and it was gone - but Jiang Cheng had known it was the moment the juniors brought her back, but he burned incense for her anyway. And he would carve her a tablet, not for the memorial hall because if all went well nobody would know that she was dead, but for his private shrine, where he kept the tablets for those the world would rather he not mourn. Wei Wuxian's tablet had stood there once. Jin Guangyao's stood there now.

Casting the ritual was a matter of scrawling some talismans, sacrificing some blood, and naturally having a soul handy to stuff into the body. That was the least of his problems, if he was being honest. Since he already had the soul and all - he wasn't about to let a man who had become family be tormented for a century, and it turned out that Nie Mingjue generated enough resentful energy to mast a quick and careful soul-syphoning spell.

He placed the softly glowing crystal over Jiang Bao's heart, and started channeling spiritual energy through it.

The crystal became bright, then brighter, until Jiang Cheng started to worry that the ritual was going to cost him his eyes as well as his head disciple, and then with a final flash like Zidian's power, the crystal cracked.

And Jiang Bao breathed deep, and screamed.

***

It took some time to get the newly reborn Jin Guangyao calmed down enough to have a conversation. The man was understandably distraught, and he'd been having a bad week even before he died, but he did eventually calm down.

Enough to glare at Jiang Cheng anyway.

"How could you let her do this?" he demanded, sitting on the edge of the altar table and gripping his knees as though holding on to them was the only thing stopping him from going for Jiang Cheng's throat. "I trusted you with her, Jiang Wanyin! My sister!"

Jiang Cheng could do nothing.

"I'd forbidden her from even considering it," he said. "She offered, repeatedly, and I said no, I said that you would rather stay dead than have your resurrection cost her life. So she went out and fed herself to a Soul Devouring Demon because she thought she owed you her life. Because, and I don't know if you've noticed this, you Jin are a bunch of stubborn assholes!"

Jin Guangyao sighed.

"Why did you even bring me back? I was supposed to be dead, Wanyin."

"Because you didn't deserve to die like that, and because I'm tired of letting go of people I care about."

Jin Guangyao looked up, just a flash of bright dark eyes under long lashes - it was truly amazing that nobody had ever seen the resemblance, but then again the Chief Cultivator and the Head Disciple of the Jiang had never had much cause to interact in public.

"I...Thank you, Jiang Cheng," he whispered. Then he took a deep breath. "How...how is Lan Xichen?"

"Still in seclusion," Jiang Cheng said gruffly. He'd thought they had been friends, at least. Over the years they had bonded over their friendship with Jin Guangyao, and he had to admit that it stung that Lan Xichen had refused to see him and sent his letters back unopened. "He's been refusing my messages. You know how he gets."

Jin Guangyao nodded. If there was anyone in the world who knew how the great Zewu-Jun got, it was the man who loved him more than anything.

"I'll send him a butterfly," he said. "You will have to put up with us cluttering up your sect for a while, I'm afraid."

"Don't be ridiculous," Jiang Cheng snapped before he could think. "You're staying, of course. I mean...if you want to - but I-"

"If you want me to stay," Jin Guangyao said, and smiled, "I will stay. And if Lan Xichen wishes to see me, he will come to see me here. Now let me get that butterfly sent. Did you know it's his birthday today?"

#Wombat rambles #wombat's danmei hours #happy birthday Lan Xichen!#xiyao #jin guangyao #jiang cheng #lan xichen #Lan Xichen is kind of Sir Not Appearing In This Fic #but he is still so important #anyway in my head Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao get married and live at Lotus Pier after this #Lan Xichen is like fuck the Lan I'm done #and they live happily ever after #and Jiang Cheng is happy too #I don't think it's chengyao?#Like I don't think they bone #but they love each other #and that's what's important #(xiyao do bone though)

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Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Wei Wuxian enters their meeting room with an innocent-looking smile on his lips and silver eyes shining with playfulness, which makes both Meng Yao and Wen Qing get on high alert, their past experience telling them that whatever the kid is thinking, is not good at all

"So!" The teen smiles with excessive mirth "I received an interesting wish today"

"Going by your standards, I must question what exactly you mean by 'interesting'" Meng Yao comments wryly, even if they have shared interests and multiple things in common, some of A-Xian's tastes have always been more... weird; courtesy of growing up in a mass grave and being raised by ghosts, he guesses

The teen shows them a smirk in response

"Qing-jie" he turns to the healer "What kind of person is Wen Ruohan?"

The question takes her by sorprise

"Wen Ruohan? Well... he is very powerful and ambitious, when we left he was starting to invade minor sects out of some delusion that everyone was too dumb to lead themselves so he has to conquer us and do it himself" Wen Qing scoffs with a frown. Honestly, moving to the burial mounds was the best decision she could've taken

"Huh..." Wei Wuxian contemplates it for about a second "Between us, who do you think is more powerful?" He wonders innocently

Both Meng Yao and Wen Qing feel shivers down their spine

"Wha-"

"What's this about, A-Xian?" Meng Yao looks at the one he considers a younger brother with trepidation, the teen clears he throat and starts reading the scroll in his hands

"'Great Yiling Patriarch, I've heard all about your amazing accomplishments, so I send this missive to you out of despair. As you must know by now, the cultivation world is going through a great war against the Wens. Because of this, my family is in danger, so I must ask... please kill Wen Ruohan'" both officers loudly inhale. Wei Wuxian continues "'... I can't ask you to kill the entire Qishan Wen sect, though if you did the reward would be just as big, so at least I implore you to take down Wen Ruohan, without him, the remaining Wens might surrounder and my family will be safe. With this request, I leave you the list of payment and a way of contact' so it says"

"Ho~ interesting indeed" Meng Yao says that but he looks like on the verge of qi deviation

"So? What's the reward?" Wen Qing questions with a frown

"Hmmm says that the ownership of several stores and locals here in Yiling, an entire cargo of silks, gold, silver, licor, rice, rare medicinal plants, and the ownership of a plot of land in Yingchuan" Wei Ying reads

"What?! Let me see that!" Wen Qing practically rips the letter from him and Meng Yao also hurry to peek at it next to her. Wei Wuxian looks at them fondly, they get along very well despite their usual bickering "Are you going to meet them?" The healer asks him with her 'suspicious scowl', as Wei Wuxian calls it, the teen shrugs

"Sure, the Yiling Patriarch never refuses a wish"

'He says that but whenever he doesn't want to grant a petition he makes the offender forget everything about it' Meng Yao thinks raising an eyebrow 'Well, if I were asked to kill and torture innocent people I'd do the same' he sighs, and turns to look at Wen Qing, he knows they share similar thoughts

"These plants that are listed..." Wen Qing seems conflicted "They could help Meng-furen with her breathing problem"

"For real?!" Wei Wuxian exclaims

"Its a very strong possibility, what she has is something chronic from her days in the city, bad weather, and a weak constitution, Wei Wuxian's treatment has been effective so far, but it only alleviates the symptoms and stalls them, the problem persists, which is why she still has such a hard time in winter, this-" Wen Qing points at a plant whose name Wei Wuxian doesn't recognize "is a root that could help her lungs expel all the mucus and make them stronger"

"Auntie..." Wei Ying beams at the news "Well, I was going to accept solely for the challenge but with this..."

"Wait a second A-Xian!" Meng Yao interjects "I understand how big this is, and I know how strong you are, but to fight Wen Ruohan..." he pauses, A-Xian is strong, he really is powerful but... "It's too risky, what if it's a trap?"

"Huh?" Wei Wuxian looks at him curiously, normally, he fully trusts his instincts, which were honed to perfection to avoid any type of danger by living inside the Burial Mounds, but after growing up with Yao-ge, he learned to trust his slyness and understanding of human plotting more

"The only city the Wens have been unable to obtain is Yiling, they've tried multiple times and you always send them flying, so what if it's a trap to lure you out?"

"Hmmm? The Wens also failed to take Yunmeng though," Wei Wuxian adds

"Thanks to you" Meng Yao crosses his arms "My point stands, also... if you enter the battle alone with your powers, the war council may have problems with it, remember what we talked about?"

"Hmmmm that I have to play nice with the other sects?" Wei Ying wonders innocently

"Exactly" his brother frows at him "If we want to grow as sect, to exchange goods and obtain things we don't have, we can't allow ourselves to make them think we are an enemy"

"Then what can we do?" the Yiling Patriarch frowns slightly "This is a wish that I really want to fulfill, because of the families that are suffering, because of Auntie Meng and..." there's a guilty, yet playful glint in his silver eyes "because it really sounds like fun"

There's a moment of silence while the two arms of the new Yiling Wei sect try to process what their patriarch just said

"I... see" Wen Qing facepalms "Well, if that's what you want we can't stop you" she sends him a long-suffering look "So? What's the plan? How do you intend to kill Ruohan and be friends with the other sects?"

After a moment, both Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian turn to see Meng Yao, expectation bright in their eyes, the strategist sweatdrops at their expressions and sighs, already used to this 'This kid, really...'

"Alright, let's see... why don't we start by..." Meng Yao takes out an old scroll that they received three months ago "entering the sunshot campaign as they ordered?"

Wei Wuxian might've been adopted by Meng Shi, but at that moment, they have the exact same maniacal grin on their faces. Wen Qing suppresses a shiver

#yiling wei sect au #mo dao zu shi au #mo dao zu shi fanfic #mo dao su zhi #wei wuxian #wei ying #meng yao #wen qing #wen ruohan #yiling wei #yiling burial mounds #burial mounds #sunshot campaign #mdzs au #mdzs fic

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dandelionfairywish · 4 months

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MXTX collection

MXTX adaptations of their work

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the founder of diabolism season 1, 2, 3

heaven official blessing season 1 and 2

scumbag system seson 1

live action

The Untamed Chinese Drama - 2019, 50 episodesWei Wu Xian and Lan Wang Ji, two talented disciples of respected clans, meet during cultivation training and accidentally discover a secret carefully hidden for many years. Taking on the legacy of their ancestors, they decide to rid the world of the ominous threat. But in a dramatic turn of events, Wei Wu Xian dies. Sixteen years later, Wei Wu Xian is brought back to life through a self-sacrificing ritual. He conceals himself behind a mask and assumes the identity of his summoner. Soon, Wei Wu Xian reunites with Lan Wang Ji and they start working together to solve the mysteries of the present and unravel the truth behind the events in the past.

The Untamed Special Edition Chinese Special - 2019, 20 episodesA 20-episode cut of The Untamed made for better integration and comprehension of the series. This special edition focuses more on Lan Wangji/Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying

The Living Dead Chinese Movie - 2019Near Qishan Mountain, there is a little town called Fu Feng, which is nicknamed the "City That Never Turns Dark". There, lies a legend of the "Lit Lamp Murderer". Wen Ning arrives at Fu Feng, and he realizes the abnormality of the town; the whole town is filled only with the weak and sick; and is very run down. When the night arrives, Wen Ning purposefully lit up a lamp to attract ghost shadows. Just as he was about to capture them, a ray of blue sword light appears and the black shadow disappears. Wen Ning looks up, and sees his famillar friend, Lan Sizhui. Wen Ning and Lan Sizhui decides to work together and solve the mystery and capture the culprit behind the mysterious incidents

Fatal Journey Chinese Movie - 2020Near Qishan Mountain, there is a little town called Fu Feng, which is nicknamed the "City That Never Turns Dark". There, lies a legend of the "Lit Lamp Murderer". Wen Ning arrives at Fu Feng, and he realizes the abnormality of the town; the whole town is filled only with the weak and sick; and is very run down. When the night arrives, Wen Ning purposefully lit up a lamp to attract ghost shadows. Just as he was about to capture them, a ray of blue sword light appears and the black shadow disappears. Wen Ning looks up, and sees his famillar friend, Lan Sizhui. Wen Ning and Lan Sizhui decides to work together and solve the mystery and capture the culprit behind the mysterious incidents

Eternal Faith Chinese Drama - 0000, 60 episodesEight hundred years ago, Xie Lian was the Crown Prince of the Xianle kingdom, beloved by the citizens. He ascended to the Heavens at a young age of 17; however, due to unfortunate circumstances, he was quickly banished back to the mortal realm. Years later, he ascends again–only to be banished again a few minutes after his ascension. Now, eight hundred years later, Xie Lian ascends to the Heavens for the third time as the laughingstock among all three realms. To accumulate merits in order to make compensation, he travels to the mortal realm and eliminates evil. In the mortal realm, he is accompanied by two little immortal officers from the Heavens, and on his first task, he meets a mysterious ghost king named Hua Cheng who rules the ghost world and terrifies the Heavenly Officials. Yet unknown to Xie Lian, Hua Cheng has been paying attention to him for a very, very long time. In a series of incidents, Xie Lian gradually unveils the hidden secrets of the heavenly realms. ( To be aired)

The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System Chinese Drama - 0000Shen Yuan finds himself in the world of a stallion novel (Proud Immortal Demon Way) that he likened to trash shortly before he died. He finds himself transmigrated into the body of Shen Qingqiu, the titular "scum villain" who, in the novel's canon, eventually gets killed by the actual protagonist Luo Binghe for being a cruel and sadistic teacher. Determined to avoid the same fate, Shen Yuan uses his knowledge of the novel's plot and tropes to endear himself to the characters (especially Luo Binghe), which would ensure that he keeps his life. Unfortunately for him, he's accompanied by a video game-like "system" that monitors and grades his actions, keeping him from taking too many liberties with how his character acts and how the story progresses. And if he ignores its warnings, the consequences will be deadly. Thus his foray into the world of cultivation begins... ( to be flimed )

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This Tornado Loves You by FeelsForBreakfast

This Tornado Loves You

by FeelsForBreakfast (@rabbitcrimes)

M, 8k, Wangxian

Summary:Hanguang-jun is dating a mild mannered, non-cultivator named Wei Wuxian. The Yiling Laozu rolls up to a nighthunt on a motorbike, no relation at all to the previous statement. Kay's comments: A cute, funny modern AU with cultivation where Lan Wangji encounters the Yiling Laozu on a night-hunt for the first time and feels surprisingly attracted to him and wait a minute, he knows those beautiful wrists! Wei Ying! Really made me chuckle, loved it! Excerpt: “Ah— wait, really?” The Yiling Laozu says, with a little avian tilt to his head. “I thought this was going to be a much harder sell.” Lan Wangji has been told that his expressions can be inscrutable, but his ‘get on with it’ eyebrow scrunch must be fairly clear. The Yiling Laozu laughs and plays a piercing note on Chenqing, the blood-red tassel swaying in the wind. The laugh is somewhat familiar, though Lan Wangji can’t imagine why it would be. He wonders if maybe they would have, at some point, been at a cultivation event together. It seems unlikely that the Yiling Laozu would go to the yearly office party for cultivators on the city’s payroll. Maybe as someone’s plus one? The last thing Lan Wangji notices, before the rats peel themselves off of the Ghost General and come pouring over to investigate the hideous melody pouring from the dizi, is that the Yiling Laozu is wearing chipped, black nail polish, just like Wei Ying does. Lan Wangji is unable to keep from finding this inexplicably charming.

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern with magic, crack treated seriously, fluff and humor, secret identity, identity reveal, yiling laozu wei wuxian, established relationship, night-hunting

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landofvinesandmonoliths · 6 months

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I just made a post focusing on the fourth chapter of my fanfic and some quotes from it, but I'm actually really proud of my work so I'm just gonna go through and put some of my favorite parts into this post.

Spoilers for my fanfic below!

From chapter one, Jiang Cheng: Waking Up

The man in the driver’s seat turns to face you and you gasp. You are not normally the type to be taken off-guard by a pretty face, but this face isn’t normal. There’s something unreal about the perfection of his soft features, his bright eyes, his dark and shining hair. Atop his head bloom perfect white peonies. And yet…

Your eyes chase the stems of the flowers down to where they wrap around his neck, too tight to be comfortable. Then back up to his forehead, where more peonies bloom out of a crack in his skull.

You are at your breaking point. “All right, who slipped me acid,” you growl.

(I'm both very pleased with the prose for the description and also love the way Jiang Cheng's dialogue shifts the tone)

Wei Wuxian’s expression darkens, fists clenching. He closes his eyes, breathes in, breathes out. Eyes open. “I suppose I should start at the beginning. You know the tenement on Qiongqi Way?” Enough people nod for him to continue. “One of my deliveries was taking me in that direction when I noticed a lot of cops just waiting around. I evesdropped and heard that there was going to be a mass eviction, but they were waiting for the apartment super to get back to them with some paperwork. So I ran and beat the super back to the office, got in through the window, and started burning every relevant piece of paper I could find.”

Lan Xichen slowly pinches the bridge of his nose. “You could have reached out.”

“Yeah, because the Winter Court loves it when I connect myself to a crime via text.”

Luo Qingyang snickers.

“Cool, great.” Wei Wuxian grins. “Buckle up because that’s the last time any of this will be funny.

(fuck cops! Also keep in mind that you gotta have good infosec)

“Lan Xichen, or, Zewu-jun,” you’re not sure what you’re supposed to call him. “I’m sorry for my behavior earlier. And for putting a hole in your wall.”

He loads a towel and a change of clothes into your arms. “Your behavior was understandable and not reflective, I’m sure, of who you are on your better days. But I am not the one you need to apologize to. After all, sometimes being court leader means knowing how to patch drywall.” He gives you a smile.

(this line is literally so important to me it makes me want to bite things. Yes this is my own writing. Yes i am insane about it)

It feels real, like nothing else today has. You’re in your body and you’re here. Your feet carry your weight and root you down to the square tiles beneath them. You curl your toes over the grout lines. Beneath the tile is the story below, then the one below that, until you reach the foundation. You can imagine your feet supported by the skeleton of the building, all the trusses and studs, beams and posts. Rooted, down to the earth. Everything eventually returns to solid ground. Everything makes it to the bottom.

(Isn't comforting, that there's always a bottom?)

Chapter 2, Lan Qiren: Haunted

You sit together at your coffee table. They seem too solid to be ghosts. But what do you know about ghosts—the real kind. You’re a high school principal, not a wackjob with dousing rods and a camcorder. Or whatever ghost hunters are using these days.

It is 8:29pm. You will not be getting eight hours of sleep tonight.

“Are you two aware that you’re dead?” you ask.

A-Huan’s eyes are too deep as he holds your gaze. “We’re not dead.”

Your voice shakes. “A-Huan, I’m sorry but I saw you die. You and A-Zhan both died eight years ago.”

He shakes his head. “No we didn’t. That wasn’t us.”

“Then what are you?” Fear creeps down the back of your neck.

“We’re the real ones.”

(frankly given that this is a no cultivation urban fantasy au, Lan Qiren's doing pretty well)

The clock on the wall says 9:10 and you step outside. How many years has it been since you left your house this late? You don’t remember. Long enough that the night air is unfamiliar. The darkness and rain just beyond your porch form a wall. Behind you is all you’ve grown familiar with. Your routines, your comforts, your griefs. Ahead of you is something wild and unknown. Your nephews came to you through that world. If they can face it, so can you.

The three of you set out. You don’t own a car (never needed one) so it’s going to be a long walk.

The surface of the street is all streaks of color. Gold and white from streetlights, ruby and emerald from the traffic signals, and all else is jet black and polished. You have never found the city beautiful before. Beauty is found in mountains, in deep forests, in the natural world, in art. The city is a grimy thing packed too tight, blood vessels ready to pop in a large scale aneurysm of congestion and human folly. You didn’t expect a rainy night to transform the harsh greys into a jewelry box. You expected it to be cold and uncomfortable and you were right, but the reality is far stranger and far more precious.

(my love letter to the city on a rainy night)

There’s so much of this city you don’t recognize. More than once you turn a corner expecting to see a familiar restaurant or store, only to find new construction. Each change brings with it a pang of regret. You haven’t thought of that bookstore in years, haven’t gone out for hotpot in this neighborhood since the last time you tried dating. It is foolish to suddenly miss these places that you’d let disappear from your memory.

Maybe ghosts are not just memories, but also absence made physical. You invited this haunting in and your life grew small around it. Home and work, work and home. Books and solitary music practice on the weekends. Instructional yoga videos to stave off the back pain. You don’t have any friends, just coworkers you get along with. How easy it is to mistake complacency for comfort and loneliness for self sufficiency!

(I'm really proud of those two paragraphs)

You usher everyone back under the dubious shelter of the dumpster and pull out your phone. The time on the screen flashes 1:32am. Funny that this is what makes you wonder if you’ve lost your mind. Magic? Other worlds? Your family back from the dead? All that’s fine, but god forbid you stay up late.

(He's so grumpy :))

Chapter 3, Wei Wuxian: (Re)United

You finish the shower and change into the clothes Zewu-jun set out for you. They’re definitely Lan Zhan’s. You know this for a number of reasons. 1: they’re blue and white. 2: they mostly fit you but are a bit long. 3: they smell like him. Sandalwood and ice.

Ha! You’re wearing Lan Zhan’s underwear. That’s funny and a very normal thing to spend several minutes thinking about.

(IT BEGINS)

“Lan Qiren?” he clarifies. “Oh! But you called him Principal Lan! Does that mean you’re in high school?” His eyes are wide with wonder.

“Yes? You’re not?”

“Well, I’m only 13, but I won’t be able to go to high school. Which is a bummer because there’s no drama in a three person study group. No good gossip, and certainly no shenanigans.” He looks mournfully at you.

You stare at him. “How did you guess that I’m great for shenanigans?”

“Oh!” he claps. “I didn’t, but I was hoping!” He looks like he’s about to say something, but pauses. “What’s your name?”

“Wei Wuxian.”

“Well, Wei Wuxian, we simply have to be friends."

(THEY ARE BABIES)

Lan Zhan strides past the kitchen door and you count all your blessings that he’s not going in there to confront them. He stops at the front door and looks around, calculating. With grace and precision he reaches out and pushes over the coat rack.

No one is going to believe you.

It hits the ground with a crash. The argument in the kitchen stops.

The two of them look out into the hallway. Jiang Fengmian looks guilty (doubly so when he sees you and Jiang Cheng) while Yu-furen looks furious.

Before either can speak, Lan Zhan clears his throat. “I will be leaving now. Thank you for your hospitality.”

(15ish year old lan zhan knows how to end an argument like a cat)

“That has some fascinating implications that we don’t have time to get into,” says Zewu-jun.

“Yeah!” you say like your motley mates haven’t already been treated to your rambling conjectures on the topic while you were running for your lives.

(in any au, wwx is still wwx)

Chapter 4, Lan Wangji: Observing a Change

“If it wasn’t for the fact that we’re both going to remember this, I’d sit on you.”

A sound, unbidden, starts to rise in your throat. You choke it off.

“Wow!” he laughs. “No need to sound that disgusted.”

“Wei Ying.” There is an uncontrolled tremor in your voice. “You are naked.”

He laughs again. “Lan Zhan, you’re so funny. What does it matter? We’re both boys. I’ve got nothing you haven’t seen before.”

But it wasn’t yours! You look at the ceiling.

(i am so meany to lan zhan >:))

Despite everything, you can feel yourself relaxing bit by bit as his warmth seeps through your shirt. Oh how this is everything you’ve wanted but nothing like how you wanted it!

Yet you will take it. You are greedy. If he offers, you will take. Hand in hand, heart in hand, head resting against shoulder. None of these gestures mean to him what they mean to you. Even though it feels close to lying (lying is forbidden) you will take it all.

You were never as poor a fit for Spring as everyone believed.

(spring is the court of desire. The longing, the aching of it! My heart!)

As its jaw unhinges and meaningless syllables echo through the halls, you wonder if you should feel anything other than calm focus. This is undoubtedly one of the most dangerous fights you’ve ever been in. You are young, untested. Is your confidence unwarranted?

No. It is not. You drive Bichen into the roof of the monster’s mouth. Your confidence is based in your skill and faith in your training. You pull free before the jaws snap shut. The end of your sleave shreds on the teeth.

(He's so cool!!!! Also yes I am cutting that sleeve on purpose)

In the dark windows of the train you can see your reflection. Unlike any mortal surface, this dream-reflection comes back true. You are monotone, and your cheeks catch the light, reflecting it back. You and the window toss light back and forth, creating a dizzying hole of endless repetition. Images copied from one surface and returned to the other until they are too small to be distinct. Yet even then the light continues on.

(I like this passage)

When the lights come back they come with a vengeance. Bright, multicolored, dazzling. Torches, neon, paper lanterns, streetlamps, candles, LED strings. Cacophony of technologies all bent on driving out the darkness.

As your eyes adjust, you find your surroundings match the lights. You stand in the middle of a narrow street paved with dark brick, and all around you the buildings tower. Thousands of years of architectural styles stacked on each other, eating one another. They lean and twist, blocking out the sky. Above you bridges crisscross the street, random as cobwebs.

Wei Ying is still beside you, taking in the sights. “Nightless City,” he observes eventually. “Yeah, I can see how living here would drive you mad.”

You agree, though you wonder if he’s noticed the details. Above you the buildings shine. Gilded wood, clean windows. But down here at the bottom everything feels abandoned. Paint peels, concrete crumbles. The windows are boarded up, the neon flickers. The empty gravity is hard to stand under. How often does the whale fall? When does the very bottom receive nourishment?

(my love letter to the city when it will eat you alive)

Wen Ruohan may appear aged, but now that you are inside the mist with him, you feel his power.

“The key to fighting,” Luo Qingyang told you once, impishly, “is don’t get into fights you won’t win.”

Wei Ying, along with several others, had laughed. But then she went on to show you exactly what she meant. How to read your opponents strengths and avoid them, how to find their weaknesses and exploit them.

The two of you circle one another. Wielding a soft weapon requires of him the same level of precision the situation demands of you. You are matched there. Committing to a strike would leave you open, but the same goes for him.

You have an advantage though. This is not Wen Ruohan: this is Wen Chao’s image of Wen Ruohan. And you are Lan Wangji. If Wen Chao knows anything about you, he knows that you are cold, emotionless, and that you never lie (lying is forbidden).

You feint left.

He falls for it.

(LAN ZHAN IS SO COOL HE MEANS SO MUCH TO ME)

#the untamed #mdzs #my fanfiction #untamed fanfiction #changeling the lost

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jiangwanyinscatmom · 2 years

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About the supervisory office:

First, let me at least mark the difference between “gui dao” and “mo dao” as it will be important for the courier station antics.

魔道 (Mo Dao): Lit. Devil’s way/path/truth

鬼道 (Gui Dao): The Ghost’s/twisted/sly, way/path/truth

心 (Xin) Soul/center/core/heart

心魔 (Xin Mo): Devil, Soul/center/core/heart

鬼 (Gui) lit. A ghost/demon/crafty/cursed

In that moment, as soon as she opened the chest, she was able to peer inside.

It was none of her beloved treasures, but the body of a pale, curled-up child!

She snuck within the room once again, found a long clothing pole, and flipped the chest over. Inside of it, her treasure sat peacefully.

There was no child whatsoever.

Wang Lingjiao sighed in relief. With the pole in her hands, she squatted down. Just as she was about to brace herself, she suddenly realized that two bright spots were shining underneath her bed.

It was a pair of eyes.

That pale child from before lay prone under her bed, staring into her own.

As he turned around, the rest of what he wanted to say stuck within his throat. He was staring at a woman in front of his door.

Wen Chao, with some difficulty, was able to recognize her from her scanty robe. It was Wang Lingjiao!

Haha, I’ll eat it!”

She had already stuffed a significant length of the stool leg down her throat!

Wen Chao cried sharply in pain. It sounded piercing within the silence of the courier station.

Jiang Cheng asked, “Why is his voice so pitched?”

Wei Wuxian responded, “Of course it would sound like that with a certain something gone.“

Jiang Cheng replied in disgust, “You’re the one who took it? ”

Wei WuXian said, “It’s wretched if you think that. Of course I wasn’t the one who took it. It was bitten off by his woman when she went mad.”

So, no, anon, Wei Wuxian was not a rapist in any capacity here. He simply played dirty tricks to make these two ruin each other even more by themselves.

Daoism is not about the call of morality humanity is, it is simply the act of natural actions. Good and bad, are human and a fight that is constant to make peace with.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #that morality thing #cw: abuse #cw: assault

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