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meltingheartsandcores · 3 years

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (Here)

...I’m starting to think I should put this on ao3 or something.

Third installment of wwx raised by his parents but breaks into Cloud recess. I need a shorter name for this.

So, re:wwx’s Horsetail Whisk, it’s name is 雪焰, which is also CSSR’s courtesy name. However I don’t know chinese at all, so if the name itself is clunky or wrong, please tell me and I’ll do my best to fix it.

Now this is shorter than the last one, sorry, but, it’s just how it flowed. I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Copying rules was the most boring punishment Wei Wuxian has ever sat through. It’s probably the most boring punishment in the history of ever. Seriously, was the goal to bore him to death?

Although, if that was the goal, Lan Qiren shouldn’t have sent his nephew to supervise. It’s an objective fact that Lan Wangji is attractive. He’s beautiful. Carved from Jade is the common remark. Wei Wuxian starts doodling aimlessly while he stares at Lan Wangji.

“You should be writing.” Lan Wangji states without looking up from his reading.

“But Er-gege, you’re so distracting. How can I work when you’re sitting there?” Wei Wuxian whines.

“Pay attention to your copying.” Lan Wangji states.

Wei Wuxian pouts, “But it’s boring.”

“You’ve yet to make it through even one copy. You have three to make.”

“I know. Doesn’t make it any less boring. What’s your swords name?”

Lan Wangji is silent for a moment, before stating, “Bichen.”

“...To avoid wordly matters?” Wei Wuxian asks, and when Lan Wangji nods he smiles, “Cool. Do you have a secondary weapon? When do Sect Cultivators get those? I got mine at nine but-“

“Yes.” Lan Wangji cuts in.

“What is it? What’s its name?” Wei Wuxian asks eagerly. Lan Wangji eyes the paper and brush that Wei Wuxian had started ignoring. Wei Wuxian looks down and pouts, “If you tell me I won’t ask anymore questions, and I’ll start copying again.”

Lan Wangji stares at Wei Wuxian for a moment before stating, “Guqin. Wangji.”

Wei Wuxian blinks, ’Did he… name his Guqin after himself?’ He was tempted to ask, but he had promised not to ask anymore questions… so. Wei Wuxian pinks his brush back up and starts copying again, remaining silent for a while to figure out how to best say what he wanted to say without asking a single question. When he’s more or less figured it out, he smiles and opens his mouth, “Wangji’s a nice name. At least you named your Guqin after yourself.” No denial, so it was most likely true. Or Lan Wangji was done with him. “When my Grandmaster gave me a horsetail whisk, the only person I had seen use one was my mother, so, naturally at nine years old, I named it A-Niang.” Aha! Lan Wangji was not done with him. He was looking very unimpressed with Wei Wuxian, and it can’t be about the copying because he’s still doing it! “My dad thought it was hilarious and was very on board with me actually naming it Mama. But then the question came up of what would I call my mom. So then my Grandmaster suggested I call it Xueyan, my mom’s courtesy name no one used anymore.” Wei Wuxian smiles and shrugs, “At nine I still called it A-Niang sometimes. At fifteen I… actually still do. Sometimes. It’s a hard habit to break. Although I’m actually very surprised they didn’t let me call it A-Niang. They let me call my sword Suibian.”

“Your sword should have a proper name.” Lan Wangji scolds.

“Suibian is it’s proper name. It’s inscribed and everything. I think they only stopped me from calling it A-Niang because at nine I liked to talk to my sword and would do the same with Xueyan, which meant it got very confusing as to when I would be talking to my Mom or my Horsetail Whisk. It was obvious to me, still is, not so to everyone else apparently. I really only understood why it was a problem for everyone else when my Jiujiu threatened to call his Horsetail Whisk A-Ying and showed just how irritating it can be when you don’t know if someone is talking to you or their weapon.” Wei Wuxian snorts, thinking of Xingchen, “Jokes on him, he did it for a day til I understood and changed Xueyan’s name, but his Horsetail Whisk had grown very attached to the name so it refused to be called anything else. So now his whisk has the inscription of A-Ying as it’s name.” Xingchen didn’t use the right character for Wei Wuxian’s name, but still. He was walking around with a horsetail whisk named after his favourite Wai Sheng (-“You’re my only Wai Sheng.” “Which makes me the favourite! Unlike you who is one of many Jiujiu’s!”)

Lan Wangji shakes his head, clearly disappointed in the chaos that was Wei Wuxian’s family. “Lan Wangji! Ji-gege! You’re disappointed, right?” Wei Wuxian asks, earning himself a glare from Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to explain, to express his happiness at being able to read Lan Wangji at least a little, and hopefully correctly, but it snaps shut of it’s own accord, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t get it to open again.

’Another silencing spell?! So mean!’ Wei Wuxian whines but turns his attention back to his copying. Maybe Lan Wangji will release it if Wei Wuxian behaves?

Lan Wangji doesn’t release the silencing spell until Wei Wuxian is done copying for the day and they leave the library. Free, Wei Wuxian wanders around, walking any which way with Lan Wangji trailing after him. Supervising.

“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian calls, not loud enough to be considered shouting, and rushes over to the other boy, but not fast enough to be considered running.

“First day of punishment over already?” Jiang Cheng asks, crossing his arms.

Mmhmm. I was thinking of fish.”

“Hunting animals is forbidden within Cloud Recess.” Wangji states.

“Then I’ll find a river outside of Cloud Recess to fish in. Maybe I’ll invite Nie-Xiong.”

“You won’t be able to for a while. Last I heard he was whining because his assistant has to return to Qinghe.” Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes.

“Meng-Xiong?” Wei Wuxian didn’t try to stop himself from yelling, or from running away. Lan Wangji doesn’t follow him.

It doesn’t take long for Wei Wuxian to find Nie Huaisang and Meng Yao. True to Jiang Cheng’s words, Nie Huaisang was not acting happy about Meng Yao’s depature, if Meng Yao’s face was anything to go by. Wei Wuxian rushes forward and hangs off of Huaisang’s back.

“You’re leaving?” Wei Wuxian asks, half draped on Huaisang, who had wrapped an arm around Wei Wuxian’s waist in turn.

“Nie-Zhongzhu only instructed me to stay for the Ceremony. I must return to Qinghe.”

Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang whine in sync. “Why?”

Meng Yao seems politely amused, and Wei Wuxian continues, “I was going to invite you both fishing.”

“We don’t have the stuff for fishing.” Nie-Xiong states.

“Animals don’t need tools for fishing, neither do we. Can’t you stay for that Meng-Xiong?”

Meng Yao shakes his head, “I’ve already stayed longer than I should. I really should get going.”

“No. You should learn with us too!”

Meng Yao shakes his head, “I am merely an assistant. Not even a disciple. The lectures would be lost on me.”

Wei Wuxian and Nie-Xiong whine again, “You’re the only one who’ll actually listen to the lectures.” Wei Wuxian protests. Nie Huaisang waves his fan in agreement.

“Right. Right. I almost fell asleep in the Ceremony today! We need you.” Huaisang whines.

“Yeah, and we need someone to cause mischief with. Madame Yu will kill me if I drag Jiang Cheng into it.” Wei Wuxian adds, Huaisang nods rapidly in agreement.

“Wei-gongzi, I’m not one for mischief.”

“Liar.” Wei Wuxian could read people well enough to know Meng Yao has a strong mischievous bone in his body. “But that’s why we need you! No one will believe me and Huaisang actually get up to mischief with you around. Besides, you’re smart enough to come up with great plans.”

“You barely know me, how can you know I’m smart?”

“Because after your father refused to acknowledge you you went to the Nie clan, which prioritizes skill over bloodlines and has a leader who would gladly give that manwhore the finger.” Huaisang presses his closed fan to his lips, and Meng Yao seems very shocked at his words. It takes Wei Wuxian a moment to realize he just called Jin Guangshan a manwhore outloud.

Oops?

“Da ge probably would.” Huaisang says slowly, “But I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone call Jin-Zhongzhu that.”

“You’ve never met my mom.” Wei Wuxian states dryly, then to Meng Yao, “You can’t just leave. I wanted to get to know you more.”

“I am doing as Nie-Zhongzhu instructs.” Meng Yao states, unmoved. He’s definitely leaving.

Wei Wuxian pouts, fine, if that’s what he wants. “Then I guess I’ll have to go with Nie-Xiong after the lectures are over to see you again at, uh, where do you live?”

“The Unclean Realm.”

“At the Unclean Realm. The Unclean Realm?” That didn’t even- oh whatever. “So I’ll visit you in a year Meng-Xiong.”

Meng Yao sighs, but he’s smiling, and it’s not painfully fake so Wei Wuxian counts that as a win, “If that is what you wish, Wei-Xiong.”

Wei Wuxian’s smile grows and he launches himself from Huaisang to engulf Meng Yao in a hug. Meng Yao seems surprised, but Wei Wuxian doesn’t let go until Meng Yao pats him on the back hesitantly and only when he’s sure Meng Yao isn’t going to return the hug. “Safe travels. Write. And I’ll save you from Huaisang.”

“Save him from-“ Huaisang yelps when Wei Wuxian picks him up and takes him away from Meng Yao so the man could leave in peace. “No! Let me go! I need to stay with A-Yao!!!” Huaisang whines.

#My writing #ficlet #Lan Wangji #lwj #Wei Wuxian #wwx #Meng Yao #Nie Huaisang #NHS #au #chen qing ling #cql #the untamed #U kno Imma just call it what it is in my files #Sneaking AU #Also #WWX does not know lwj’s birth name at this time #no one has introduced themselves to wwx #He’s going off of public introductions and what he hears other people call them

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rynne · 2 years

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Soooo I feel like one of the major points of all the rumors in MDZS isn't "rumors are inherently untrustworthy."

It's check your sources.

Determining the truth from what people say in this story is a small lesson on how to evaluate the credibility of a source.

There's some variability in what makes a source credible, but common elements include things like:

What is the source's authority on this topic? Does the source have personal experience with what happened? If not, how far removed are they from it? How much of what they are saying is hearsay?

Does the source have a bias or agenda? What might they get out of making people believe certain things?

Does other factual research/information contradict the source?

Keeping some of these principles in mind, let's take a look at how to evaluate some of the rumors in MDZS.

Wei Wuxian

Our first exposure to the rumors around WWX is in the prologue.

It hadn't been a day since the Siege of the Burial Mound, and the news had already flown across the entire cultivation world as if it had sprouted wings. The speed was only comparable to how fast the flames of war had spread back then, if not faster.

Suddenly everyone, whether they were prominent clans or rogue cultivators, was discussing this operation of vanquishment that had been led by the four great clans and attended by hundreds of sects both big and small.

[...]

"It's obvious from this case that the path of cultivation must always follow the righteous way. The demonic path is only glorious for the moment. You think it looks so glamorous? Heh, look where that got him."

(Suika, p. 9-11)

All of the subsequent discussion comes from people who are not named and whose personal experience with what happened is not established. Considering the rumors here touch on many elements of WWX's life, it seems unlikely they had personal experience themselves. No one steps forward to say they were there for any of it.

Basically, from the very beginning, rumors about WWX are established as not being credible. The sources on these rumors have no real authority on the topic and seem to be far removed from everything that actually happened. These rumors further establish a cultivation world bias right away against demonic/unorthodox cultivation in general and WWX in particular.

Factual information that we get immediately also contradicts a lot of the conclusions these initial speakers come to. For instance, the prologue told us that everyone seemed afraid that if WWX returned, he'd seek revenge and make the whole world suffer. Once we actually meet him, though, we find that he's grumpy about being considered a nefarious, malicious ghost because he'd been a harmless wandering ghost instead, one who shortly after being called back to life uses demonic cultivation to save the lives of Lan juniors.

Some of the information in the prologue is accurate. The speakers claim that WWX died from a backfire, and he confirms that later on. He was once a disciple of Yunmeng Jiang.

This mix of truth, hearsay, and assumptions forces the reader to do some work to determine the reality of what happened.

Consistently through the story, when we are presented with rumors about WWX, taking a moment to evaluate the credibility of the source helps guide us in determining whether we should believe it.

For instance, Yu Ziyuan introduces rumors about WWX's parentage:

“Sect Leader Jiang, it seems that some things I have to say. Look carefully—this, is your own son, the future head of Lotus Pier. Even if you frown upon him just because I was the one who bore him, his surname is still Jiang! … I don’t believe for one second that you haven’t heard of how the outside people gossips, that Sect Leader Jiang has still not moved on from a certain Sanren though so many years have passed, regarding the son of his old friend as a son of his own; they’re speculating if Wei Ying is your…”

(Chapter 56, ExR)

However, this is what the narrative told us earlier about YZY:

There was resentment within her heart. She simply wanted to let out the rage, even if it made no sense.

(Chapter 51, ExR)

Every scene with YZY establishes that she hates WWX. She has a bias. Her words regarding pretty much anything to do with WWX are not credible because she is biased to the point of wanting to let out the rage, even if it makes no sense.

Furthermore, rather than corroborate her points, the narrative undermines them instead -- JFM and WWX both protest the idea that JFM is WWX's father, and we are never given any indication that she's right. Even with other things she says, like how the Wens wouldn't have dared hurt JZX or LWJ, the narrative undermines her because we see what happened and know that the Wens were absolutely willing to kill everyone, including the sect heirs.

We see this kind of bias a lot.

No disciple had ever dared say such lofty words in front of so many people. A moment later, as Jin ZiXun finally regained his composure, he yelled, “Wei WuXian! You’re only the son of a servant—how dare you be so bold!!!”

(Chapter 70, ExR)

Classism is a bias that predisposes many gentry cultivators against WWX. Their words cannot be trusted because they are not evaluating WWX fairly.

We also see people make things up about WWX with an agenda:

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng’s face was already quite dark. Jin GuangShan shook his head, “In an event as important as the Flower Banquet, he dared throw a fit right in front of you, leaving however he pleased. He even dared say something like ‘I don’t care about the sect leader Jiang WanYin at all!’ Everyone who was there heard it with their own ears…”

Suddenly, an indifferent voice spoke up, “No.”

Jin GuangShan was in the middle of his fabrication. Hearing this, he paused in surprise, turning along with the crowd to see who it was.

Lan WangJi sat with his back straight, speaking in a tone of absolute tranquility, “I did not hear Wei Ying say this. I did not hear him express the slightest disrespect towards Sect Leader Jiang either.”

Lan WangJi rarely spoke when he was outside. Even when they debated cultivation techniques during Discussion Conferences, he only answered when others questioned or challenged him. With utmost concision, he overcame, without fault, the lengthy arguments of others. Apart from this, he almost never spoke up. And thus, when Jin GuangShan was interrupted by him, he experienced a far greater shock than annoyance. But after all, his fabrication was exposed right in front of so many. He felt a bit awkward.

The good thing was that, not long after he felt awkward, Jin GuangYao came to save the day, exclaiming, “Really? That day, Young Master Wei busted into Koi Tower with such force. He said too many things, one more shocking than the next. Perhaps he said a few things that were along those lines. I can’t remember them either.”

His memory could only be equal to Lan WangJi’s, if not better. As soon as he heard it, Nie MingJue knew that he was fibbing on purpose, frowning slightly.

Jin GuangShan followed the transition, “That’s right. Anyhow, his attitude has always been arrogant.”

(Chapter 73, ExR)

The Jins have an agenda. Their words are not trustworthy because their purpose is not to tell the truth, it's to advance their agenda (turning everyone against WWX, with the ultimate goal of securing the Yin Hufu for themselves). They are adapting their argument to fit their agenda, not attempting to find the facts.

Consistently, rumors about WWX come from people who have little or no authority to speak on the topic, who are biased against him, who have their own agenda to push. For many of them, the narrative outright discusses their unreliability, but this isn't the case throughout. Still, when MXTX leaves it up to the reader to understand, she provides indications about the source's credibility that the reader can evaluate using the principles I mentioned at the beginning.

Jiang Cheng

There are also several rumors that come up around JC, but evaluating their sources' credibility shows that these rumors are a contrast to WWX. JC is what proves that the point about rumors is not that they're inherently untrustworthy, it's that their trustworthiness needs to be checked.

Jiang Cheng had determined this man to be Wei Wuxian earlier, and the cold blood in his veins boiled. But now, the Zidian in his hand was clearly telling him that no, it wasn't him. Zidian would never lie to him, nor would it ever make mistakes. He quickly calmed down to contemplate. This wasn't a big deal. He would find an excuse to take the man back with him, then use every means possible to beat a confession out of him. Something would be spilled -- there was no fear regarding that. He refused to believe the man would give nothing away. In any event, it wasn't like he hadn't done similar things before.

(Suika, p. 115)

Is this person an authority on the topic? Do they have personal experience with it? Yes. JC is thinking to himself about his own past actions. Does he have a bias? Not one that would make him think about a pattern of behavior that didn't exist. Do later events contradict this? No. When JC does capture WWX, he torments him with his greatest fear and is only prevented from taking him back to Lotus Pier through Jin Ling's interference.

Lan Sizhui reasoned with him. "Mo-gongzi, Hanguang-jun brought you here for your own good. Sect Leader Jiang wouldn't have stood down unless you came with us. Over the years, countless people have been arrested and taken to the Jiang Clan's Lotus Pier, and none were ever freed."

"That's right," Lan Jingyi said. "You've never seen Sect Leader Jiang's methods, have you? Super vicious..."

(Suika, p. 121)

Do Sizhui and Jingyi have personal experience here? It's a little uncertain. Jingyi speaks as if he has seen JC's methods before, and they both saw how JC treated MXY when thinking he was WWX. No one seemed surprised to see JC act that way in front of them.

Do they have a bias or agenda? Maybe. Juniors do have reason to downplay their seniors' misdeeds (LWJ taking WWX to CR against his will), so they might be trying to make an excuse for LWJ.

However, something we find out is that the Lan Sect has a lot of rules, including one that forbids lying. We come to see that Lans in general have an honest reputation and can be referred to for the truth of the matter (such as LWJ speaking out against JGS or WWX using this to unmask Su She in the second siege). We also never actually see Sizhui or Jingyi lie. Sometimes they're wrong, but that's a good-faith mistake, not a lie.

We also know they are not making a good-faith mistake here, because again, JC's own actions when he captures WWX corroborate this rumor.

"It's not the first time my uncle has done something like this," Jin Ling said. "He would always rather catch the wrong person than let them go. [...]"

(Suika, p. 259)

Does Jin Ling have personal experience with this topic? It sounds like it. Does he have a bias or agenda that would make him lie about what JC is doing? JC is his uncle, who we see he trusts and cares about. He has no real reason to make up a bad reputation. Do later events contradict his information? No.

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 them all 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 have looked, so no wonder a normal person would make a run for it.

(Chapter 92, ExR)

Does this person have personal experience? No, this seems to be hearsay coming from a friend. Does this person have a bias or agenda? I don't think so -- WWX asked why they don't get help from the Jiangs, and this answer seems to be an explanation. Does other information contradict it? No, other information corroborates it.

So what we see with the rumors about JC torturing and killing demonic cultivators is that, even when some elements of a source may be a bit iffy, the information as a whole should still be considered credible because it is consistently corroborated. The authoritative elements of those sources just strengthen that credibility.

Jin Guangyao

However, there is someone else in this story who we see is the subject of a lot of rumors. Evaluating the credibility of those rumors' sources helps us understand what we should consider true about JGY.

“I heard that back when Jin GuangYao worked undercover in the QishanWen Sect, he wasn’t genuine at all. This was what he thought: if the Sunshot Campaign didn’t go well, he’d stay at the Wen Sect and help the villain; if the Wen Sect was about to fall, he’d turn around and become a hero.”

“Wen RuoHan is probably mad as hell in the Underworld. Back then, he trained Jin GuangYao as one of his most trusted cultivators. Almost all of Jin GuangYao’s current swordsmanship was taught to him by Wen RuoHan!”

“That’s not so big of a deal, is it? I heard that the reason ChiFeng-Zun failed the surprise attack was because he purposely sent out the wrong information!”

“I’ll say a secret too. The money and resources he used to build the lookout towers were all collected from other sects, right? Every sect helped out a bit. I heard that he secretly takes… this amount.”

“Oh Heavens… So much? He really is shameless. I thought he really wanted do good back then. All of our sincerity was fed to the dogs!”

Wei WuXian felt that things were rather comical, If they’re rumors, why the hurry to believe them? If they’re secrets, why would you come to know them?

These rumors didn’t happen in just the one day. However, in the past, when Jin GuangYao was popular, they were suppressed quite well. Almost nobody took them seriously. Yet, tonight, all of the rumors seemed to have become absolute truths, forming the rocks and bricks of Jin GuangYao’s supposedly committed crimes, proving his lack of morality.

(Chapter 86, ExR)

Are these people an authority? No, they're mostly talking about things they couldn't possibly have known, like JGY's intentions as a spy. Do they have a bias or agenda? Yes. These rumors existed before, when JGY had less power and people could display their classist bias against him, but once he got power, he was able to suppress them. WWX also makes clear that these people just want to be able to tear JGY down:

He had always been voicing different opinions than the rest, ringing quite starkly against the passionate speeches among the crowd. Some people already seemed very much offended.

Sect Leader Yao spoke loudly, “This is called, the net of Heaven has large meshes, but it lets nothing unwanted through.”

Hearing this, Wei WuXian smiled, and stopped speaking. He knew that right now, nobody could take in what he said. Nobody would carefully consider his suspicions either. A few more words, and maybe the others would start to position themselves against him again. If it were ten years ago, he wouldn’t care about other people at all. He’d say whatever he wanted, and others would have to hear them whether they wanted to or not. Now, however, Wei WuXian no longer had the interest in taking the limelight this way.

(Chapter 86, ExR)

The cultivation world mob wants to be a mob, not carefully consider the facts of the matter.

Finally, does other information corroborate these rumors? No.

This is in contrast to Sisi and Bicao's information. They are established as being authorities on this topic, but they are also established as having an agenda. However, when we get to Yunping, JGY ultimately corroborates their information. He cries a lot of crocodile tears and makes a lot of excuses for himself, but he does confirm the substance of their claims.

All of this shows that we can't believe everything we hear about JGY, because some of it is in fact bullshit from people who have found a target to tear down. However, we also can't dismiss everything, because it gets corroborated by an authoritative source (JGY himself).

Conclusion

There are a lot of rumors in MDZS, and considering most of them are about the protagonist WWX, a lot of them are wrong. However, it would be too simple to say that, because the rumors about WWX tend to be wrong, the story's message about rumors is that they inherently can't be trusted. MXTX provides other rumors or secondhand information (even about WWX -- see the story of the Damsel of Annual Blossoms) that turn out to be true.

The point of rumors is therefore not that they can't ever be trusted, but that you can't just listen to them blindly. You have to do the work of evaluating their credibility. You have to put more thought into it than blindly believing or disbelieving.

You have to check your sources.

#mdzs #mdzs meta #wei wuxian #canon jiang cheng #jin guangyao #that post I've been meaning to make about truth and rumors in mdzs #mdzs says check your sources

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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for the prompts: NMJ/JC - Everyone with a functioning brain cell can see that JC just needs someone to tell him he’s doing a good job. And if WWX isn’t stepping up? Well, NMJ definitely will. (Preferably smut and/or fluff) Thank you! ❤️

Compliments - ao3

It started in anger, out of spite.

Traditionally, the world took this to be a bad thing, but in all honesty the vast majority of projects in the Nie sect were started that way – they inherited fiery tempers and spiteful personalities from their ancestors along with their saber cultivation traditions – and it didn’t always turn out badly. There were any number of buildings, techniques, or technological innovations in the Unclean Realm that had started life as a furious fuck you to someone and only turned into something worthwhile about halfway through, once the person involved had calmed down enough to think about what they were doing, realize they were already committed, and then shrug and carry on forward because there was no point in stopping a charge midway.

What Nie Mingjue meant was: there was precedent.

He liked to think it started with Jiang Fengmian, but if Nie Mingjue was being honest with himself, it started back in the Unclean Realm when Nie Huaisang had told him, quite casually over dinner, that he thought that the female cultivator in his class was very pretty and that he’d be happy to marry her.

“Uh,” Nie Mingjue had said, very intelligently. “Huaisang, you’re seven.”

Nie Huaisang had not seen the problem. Instead, he explained very forthrightly that it was only right that he start thinking early on about his marriage, as getting married and having children would be his great contribution to the sect on account of being useless good-for-nothing unfit for anything else –

“Wait,” Nie Mingjue said. “Who told you that?!”

Nie Huaisang claimed he had deduced it.

Nie Mingjue claimed that Nie Huaisang was full of bullshit, and also that he wasn’t good-for-nothing even if he wasn’t good at saber, and anyway even if he was a total good-for-nothing he was still Nie Mingjue’s good-for-nothing and no one had better say a single damn word against him or Nie Mingjue would bite them.

“I meant stab them!” he explained, far too late; Nie Huaisang was already rolling around laughing to the point of tears. “I have a saber. I can stab people! I’m actually very scary, you know!”

Nie Huaisang hadn’t believed him one bit and had carried on, seemingly at peace and forgetting everything, but Nie Mingjue had gone seeking advice from all of his elders and counselors and the more dependable senior disciples of his sect, abruptly terrified that he was permanently damaging Nie Huaisang by raising him the wrong way or something. Didn’t children need encouragement at that age? Weren’t they all young and tender peaches liable to be bruised at the slightest glance or young sprouts that needed to be sheltered from the harsh wind lest they grow up crooked?

Everyone assured him that children were hardier than they appeared, flexible and capable of bouncing back from just about anything. He'd pressed, though, pointing out that even the most flexible wood would eventually form a crack in the face of a vicious hurricane, and in the end they'd admitted that it was better to avoid applying too much pressure at too young an age, that a child squeezed too hard or not hard enough might develop neuroses that would hinder them in the future.

They mostly tried not to look at him when they said that, presumably thinking to themselves that Nie Mingjue was little more than a child himself and had already been subject to the worst pressures possible, which would undoubtedly result in who knows what future issues, but he hadn’t paid that part any mind. As far as he was concerned, his life was already a loss – he had sworn to take revenge for his father, to make that ancient monster Wen Ruohan pay with his life for what he had done and furthermore he'd sworn to pay back the blood debt in full before any of that burden passed to Nie Huaisang.

Letting Nie Huaisang grow up happy – that was what mattered.

Letting him be insulted when Nie Mingjue wasn’t looking played no part in that plan. If Nie Huaisang were going to be insulted, let it be by outsiders who he wouldn’t need to care about! Within their Nie sect, at minimum, he should be doted upon and honored, or else those responsible would have to explain themselves to Nie Mingjue.

Those dark thoughts still lingering in his mind, he had gone to the Lotus Pier for a discussion conference, and that, perhaps, was where it really started.

Rumor had already made the entire cultivation world aware that Jiang Fengmian had found the orphaned son of Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze, and that he had taken him into his home as his ward, allowing him to become a Jiang sect disciple – treating him almost as one of the family, even. That much was known, so it didn’t come as much of a surprise when Jiang Fengmian proudly introduced him or even more proudly showed him off, praising him to the high heavens.

What did come as a surprise was how little he praised his own son standing beside him, despite them being only a few days apart in age. It was as if Jiang Fengmian had simply forgotten that such a creature existed, much less that he had himself contributed to its spawning, and the constant looks of hope – invariably crushed – the child sent him made it clear that the present situation had been going on for some time.

Fuck you, Nie Mingjue thought, seeing red, seeing instead Nie Huaisang in his failed saber classes, struggling so desperately to keep up with the rest even though his body wouldn’t allow for it, being told he was useless and a good-for-nothing and fit for nothing but marriage. Fuck you, Jiang Fengmian.

He couldn’t say that, of course.

So instead he said, “Excellent stance,” to the child, who'd received the courtesy name Wanyin but seemed to be universally called Jiang Cheng. “Do you know the others in the set?”

Jiang Cheng, staring at him, very slowly nodded, and demonstrated them.

“Absolutely perfect,” Nie Mingjue said loudly, drawing attention to himself with his over-loud voice that everyone would automatically forgive on account on him being both a Nie and a young man. “You can see how hard you’ve worked at it, and it has paid off handsomely. You are very lucky in your son, Sect Leader Jiang.”

“…thank you,” Jiang Fengmian said, a little bemused at being interrupted. He’d been talking yet again about Wei Wuxian’s brilliance at picking up the sword again after years of living on the streets without practice, even though at the moment the smiling boy's admittedly impressive skills were still largely wild and undisciplined.

Nie Mingjue nodded, and said: “When exactly did you say the opening festivities would be starting?”

Jiang Fengmian had clearly forgotten about that in his enthusiasm, so he quickly hurried back to the actual subject at hand and the discussion conference was started in earnest.

It was almost enough to allow Nie Mingjue to forget the matter and put it behind him.

Or, it would have been, if only Jiang Fengmian hadn’t continued to insert praise for Wei Wuxian at every possible instance – it was as if he were the man’s first-born son, rather than another person’s child.

Irritated beyond belief, Nie Mingjue started complimenting Jiang Cheng every time Jiang Fengmian said something nice about Wei Wuxian, and he made sure to keep his compliments accurate: he was a hard worker, dedicated and sincere, thoughtful, clever, not overly arrogant…

“Wei Wuxian came up with his own ideas for a sword style already,” Jiang Fengmian claimed at one point. “You can see him on the training ground now, practicing it – take a look!”

Nie Mingjue picked up a stone and flicked it over with his fingers, making Wei Wuxian jump half a chi into the air and nearly fall on his ass.

“Weak foundation, and he over-commits,” he analyzed dryly, because it was true, and because no one else was saying it. He didn't make it any harsher than it had to be: he had nothing against the boy himself, of course; it was only that he knew from experience that it was much easier to be the one being complimented than the one not. “He’s got his head so high in the clouds that his feet are barely touching the ground – the weakest fierce corpse would knock him flat as a pancake with a childish style like that. He’d be better off sticking with orthodox or he’ll end up in real trouble one day.”

“Sect Leader Nie, really,” Jiang Fengmian said disapprovingly. “He’s only nine.”

“Old enough to pick up bad habits,” Nie Mingjue retorted. “Your son’s the same age and he’s as steady as a rock. If Jiang Cheng keeps going as he is, he’ll have a strong enough base to outlast the fiercest storm.”

“A rock has no imagination,” Jiang Fengmian said, and was he actually arguing that his son was inferior? Out loud, in front of outsiders? Did the man have no shame? “Mingjue, you’re young, but you must know that my Jiang sect prizes freedom and creativity as the highest virtue –”

“Would you rather build a house using a firework or a foundation stone?” Nie Mingjue asked, doing his best not to outwardly bristle at the condescendingly intimate use of his name by someone who might be technically his elder but legally his equal. “Tell me, Fengmian, does your Jiang sect’s acclaimed ‘freedom’ only allow for people to be as fluid as the river and not as steady as the earth?”

Jiang Fengmian faltered, clearly not knowing how to answer that.

Nie Mingjue raised his hands in a sarcastic salute: “As the leader of a sect whose style is based on a grounded foundation, I would be very happy if you would educate me in your wisdom. No doubt my peers would benefit as well.”

Perhaps it was at that point that Jiang Fengmian realized that his words could be misinterpreted as an insult to all the sects whose styles were less free-flowing than the Jiang – just about all of them except for maybe the Lan and their subsidiary sects, given their preference for techniques modeled on the wind over the water – and moreover that this was a discussion conference, where every word was political, and that a great deal of people were glaring balefully at him. He hastily moved the conversation onwards, and left the subject of his sons for another day.

Later that evening, Madame Yu came over to where Nie Mingjue was nursing a bowl of very fine wine that he didn’t especially feel like consuming. Before he could start worrying about the Purple Spider’s intentions, she said, voice stiff, “Your words regarding my son are too kind. His skills are still inferior; he has a great deal of progress yet to be made.”

“He’s only nine,” Nie Mingjue said, feeling mortified that she’d noticed his little temper tantrum, which he had belatedly realized was probably extremely obvious. “Anyway, I wasn't lying. He has a good foundation; he’ll be a fearsome cultivator one day, there’s no doubt. I only said what I saw.”

“You didn’t comment about Wei Wuxian,” she said. “You must have noticed his genius.”

“Geniuses don’t need to be praised overmuch,” Nie Mingjue said. He himself had been termed a genius by his teachers, and he’d hated every single moment of it – couldn’t he just be good at things without having people fall all over themselves to compliment him? He’d enjoyed it at the start, but after a while it had started to wear on him; he was expected to be a genius in all things, and being simply ordinary was suddenly seen as failing. “It’s the ones that have to work hard that do, or else they’ll be discouraged…comparing someone to another person’s child works as a spur to a certain extent, but after a while it loses its potency as a tool.”

Your husband is a fucking idiot, he didn’t say. It’s his own son! How could he speak like that about him? Shouldn’t he be holding him in his palms like a gentle flame, protecting him from the wind and rain? How can he bear to scold his son when he hasn't shown that the scolding is meant for his benefit?

“Perhaps,” Madame Yu said, but it was clear on her face that she wasn’t about to start taking parenting advice from a half-grown sprout like Nie Mingjue. “Nevertheless, your words were kind.”

She swept away after that, much to his relief. He shook his head and daydreamed about a magic tool that would make this whole nightmarish experience go by that much quicker.

In the end, it went by at the same speed it always did. It could have ended there, but Nie Mingjue kept up the habit of blatantly complimenting Jiang Cheng in future sect conferences as well, if only because it clearly irritated Jiang Fengmian – less because Nie Mingjue was praising his son and more because it was so obviously meant as an indirect critique of Jiang Fengmian’s skills as a parent or sect leader, and moreover it reminded all the other sects of that unfortunate interchange and made them less inclined to listen to him – and of course, because, well, once you’ve started a charge, you had to finish it even if you came to your senses about halfway through.

He made sure to keep it proportionate, of course, since there was nothing worse than false praise. He didn’t really mean anything by it, other than the half-formed thought that someone ought to be doing it – that the boy should know that someone looked at him and Wei Wuxian and remembered to praise him first. Nie Mingjue praised Wei Wuxian too, of course, since the boy often deserved it; it was only that he made a particular point not to forget about Jiang Cheng, either.

(He also made sure the other sect leaders saw how well the technique could be used to fluster Jiang Fengmian, an intrusion into his personal life that could be masked in perfect politeness, and several of them picked up the same tact, though less consistently than Nie Mingjue – Sect Leaders Jin and Wen, naturally, always looking for a weakness, but interestingly enough also Lan Qiren, who was normally above such petty maneuvers. Possibly he was actually just complimenting Jiang Cheng because he sincerely approved of him.)

He didn’t think much of it.

Nie Mingjue didn’t think much of it during the other discussion conferences, or when he came to the Cloud Recesses to pick up Nie Huaisang, who had – amazingly – actually managed to pass this time, although the expression on Lan Qiren’s face suggested the pass might have more to do with the other sect leader’s desire to never see Nie Huaisang haunt his classroom ever again.

“You know what, don’t tell me. Tell me….hm…how did Jiang Wanyin do?” Nie Mingjue asked, hand over his eyes as if it could forestall the headache. “He’s a bright boy, and knows how to put his mind to something when he wants. Tell me about him instead, it’ll be less depressing.”

“He’s very bright,” Lan Qiren agreed. “Very thoughtful, and very thorough. He sometimes errs towards conservatism out of fear of giving the wrong answer, but that’s just a matter of confidence; his thinking is very good. He’s very clear-sighted as long as the matter is logical, rather than emotional.”

“No surprise,” Nie Mingjue grunted. “He’ll be a sect leader worthy of respect, in his time.”

When he’s rid of that father of his dragging him down, he thought ungraciously, and he saw Lan Qiren bob his head in a sharp nod of unspoken agreement.

“All right,” he said. “I’m adequately fortified now. Tell me about Huaisang.”

Lan Qiren gave him a look of profound sympathy.

It wasn’t until much later, during the Sunshot Campaign, that it was first called to his attention – by Jiang Cheng himself, oddly enough.

“Why do you keep doing that?” he hissed, having stayed behind after one of their meetings.

Nie Mingjue blinked at him. “Doing – what?”

“You – you said – about me…!”

Nie Mingjue tried to recall what he’d said during the meeting just now. “That you – were doing an excellent job while facing much higher level of obstacles than everyone else?” he hazarded, because he had said something like that. “Or was it the bit about how if any of them had needed to rebuild their sect and fight at the same time, we’d all be doomed because they couldn’t multitask for shit?”

Yeah, it was probably that one.

“I didn’t mean any offense by referencing what happened to your sect,” he said, hoping to explain. “It was only –”

“I didn’t take offense,” Jiang Cheng mumbled. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine, but – it happened, everyone knows that it happened, not talking about it isn’t going to make it not have happened. That’s not what I meant…why do you keep saying such nice things about me?”

Nie Mingjue blinked at him. “Because they’re true?”

Jiang Cheng’s cheeks flushed red. “You’ve always said nice things about me. Ever since I was a little kid – every time you saw me, at the discussion conferences, or the Cloud Recesses, or even in your letters to my father…”

He had in fact done that.

“I just want to know why. Is it – my father’s not around, you can’t be doing it just to piss him off, even though I know that was part of it. Why me?”

Nie Mingjue coughed a little, having not realized that Jiang Cheng had noticed. Or possibly even overheard, in regards to the Cloud Recesses. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of the other person’s child,” he said, and Jiang Cheng nodded his head sharply, clearly thinking of Wei Wuxian. “You’re Huaisang’s.”

“Me?” Jiang Cheng seemed unduly vulnerable when he asked. “You compare him – to me?”

“It’s amazing he tolerated you at the Cloud Recesses,” Nie Mingjue said with a sigh. In fact, his brother had all but declared war on Jiang Cheng in absentia on account of all Nie Mingjue’s comments, only for his first letter home from the Cloud Recesses that year to be I see why you like him! He’s cute! A perfect match for you! because he’d apparently decided that Nie Mingjue had a crush on the boy.

Which he certainly hadn’t – at least not when he’d been that age, anyway. Jiang Cheng had grown up to embody every single one of the compliments Nie Mingjue had paid him when he’d been younger, especially with the maturity and natural aura of command that came to him after his personal tragedy.

“But why…you knew Wei Wuxian about as well as you knew me.”

Nie Mingjue snorted. “And that would have helped Huaisang how, exactly? If I wanted to compare him with someone who picked things up the first time they saw it, I wouldn’t need to go outside the Nie sect for that – I was also considered a genius when I was young. It’s no failing to be born without a vast and unending natural talent; Huaisang’s issue has always been his unwillingness to put in the effort.”

Jiang Cheng stared at him.

“Anyway, your father was so blinded by his adoration for Wei Wuxian that he overlooked your merits, which are different but no less impressive,” Nie Mingjue added. “As someone who was trying to figure out how to raise a child, it irritated me; I thought someone ought to make it clear to you that you were seen.”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng said, his voice strangely hoarse. “Yes, you – you succeeded.”

He paused for a moment, meeting Nie Mingjue’s eyes intently, and then abruptly said, “I’ll be leaving,” and dashed out.

Nie Mingjue wasn’t entirely sure if that meant he should stop or not. Jiang Cheng had said he wasn’t offended…anyway, it was a fixed habit by now. He’d been doing it for over half his life! He couldn’t stop that easily! It would be like trying to stop his temper, or a charge – there was nothing for it.

Jiang Cheng would just have to live with a few compliments.

“Wow, you’re an idiot,” Nie Huaisang said when he told him about the incident, months later while he was lying in bed, recovering from the disaster that had been the end of the war. “I’ll fix this.”

“Fix what?”

“I’m going to tell him you’re dying,” Nie Huaisang decided.

“You’re going to do what?!”

“Stay in bed, da-ge! Doctor’s orders!”

The Nie sect chief doctor was an extremely terrifying person. Nie Mingjue stayed in bed.

Some time later, Jiang Cheng stormed in, face pale.

“Huaisang’s a rotten liar and I’m going to be fine,” Nie Mingjue said at once.

Jiang Cheng stopped mid-storm, and abruptly deflated. “Really?”

“Really. I would’ve stopped him, but I’m stuck in bed for the moment.”

Jiang Cheng took a seat next to him. “That sounds serious. You shouldn’t underestimate war wounds, especially given your sect’s tendency towards qi deviations...”

“Compassionate as well,” Nie Mingjue teased. “I’ll have to add that to the rotation of compliments.”

Jiang Cheng flushed red. “You’re…planning on continuing?”

“For the rest of my life, however short it might be,” Nie Mingjue said, because he was an honest person, even when it was inconvenient. He was going to explain about the habit, and the concept of stopping mid-charge, but he didn’t manage to start before Jiang Cheng grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up into a kiss.

After that, he figured that maybe explaining that part of it wasn’t necessary. He might be slow on the uptake, but he wasn’t actually stupid.

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Can you talk more about the usage of the word "wife" to talk about men in the BL context? I've noticed it in BJYX (particularly with GG), in the (English translations) of MDZS, and then it came up in your recent posts about Danmei-101 (which were super helpful btw) with articles connecting the "little fresh meat" type to fans calling an actor "wife." My initial reaction as a westerner is like "this is very problematic," but I think I'm missing a lot of language/cultural context. Any thoughts?

Hello! First of all, for those who’re interested, here’s a link to the referred posts. Under the cut is arguably the 4th post of the series. As usual, I apologise for the length!

(Topics: seme and uke; more about “leftover women”; roster of feminisation terms; Daji, Bao Si & the origin of BJYX; roster of beautiful, ancient Chinese men; Chairman Mao (not part of the roster) ...)

[TW: feminisation of men]

In the traditional BL characterisation, the M/M (double male) lead pairing is essentially a cis-het relationship in disguise, in which one of the M leads is viewed as the “wife” by the creator and audience. This lead often possesses some of the features of the traditional, stereotypical female, but retaining his male appearance.

In BL terms, the “wife” is the “uke”. “Seme” and “uke” are the respective roles taken by the two male leads, and designated by the creator of the material. Literally, “seme” (攻め) means the dominant, the attacking / aggressive partner in the relationship and “uke” (受け), the passive / recipient (of actions) partner who tends to follow the seme’s lead. The terms themselves do not have any sexual / gender context. However, as male and female are viewed as aggressive and passive by their traditional social roles, and the attacker and recipient by their traditional sexual roles respectively, BL fandoms have long assigned uke, the passive, sexual “bottom”, as the “woman”, the “wife”.

Danmei has kept this “semi” and uke” tradition from BL, taking the kanji of the Japanese terms for designation ~ 攻 (”attack” is therefore the “husband”, and 受 (”receive”), the “wife”. The designations are often specified in the introduction / summary of Danmei works as warning / enticement. For MDZS, for example, MXTX wrote:

高貴冷豔悶騷攻 × 邪魅狂狷風騷受

高貴冷豔悶騷攻 = noble, coolly beautiful and boring seme (referring to LWJ) 邪魅狂狷風騷受 = devilishly charming, wild, and flirty uke (referring to WWX)

The traditional, stereotypical female traits given to the “uke”, the “wife” in Danmei and their associated fanworks range from their personality to behaviour to even biological functions. Those who have read the sex scenes in MDZS may be aware of their lack of mention of lube, while WWX was written as getting (very) wet from fluids from his colon (腸道) ~ implying that his colon, much like a vagina, was supplying the necessarily lubrication for sex. This is obviously biologically inaccurate; however, Danmei is exempt from having to be realistic by its original Tanbi definition. The genre’s primary audience is cishet females, and sex scenes such as this one aren’t aiming for realism. Rather, the primary goal of these sex scenes is to generate fantasy, and the purpose of the biologically female functions in one of the leads (WWX) is to ease the readers into imagining themselves as the one engaging in the sex.

Indeed, these practices of assigning as males and female the M/M sexual top and bottom, of emphasising of who is the top and who is the bottom, have been falling out of favour in Western slash fandoms ~ I joined fandom about 15 years ago, and top and bottom designations in slash pairings (and fights about them) were much more common than it is now. The generally more open, more progressive environments in which Western fandomers are immersed in probably have something to do with it: they transfer their RL knowledge, their views on biology, on different social into their fandom works and discourses.

I’d venture to say this: in the English-speaking fandoms, fandom values and mainstream values are converging. “Cancel culture” reflects an attempt to enforce RL values in the fictional worlds in fandom. Fandom culture is slowly, but surely, leaving its subculture status and becoming part of mainstream culture.

I’d hesitate to call c-Danmei fandoms backward compared to Western slash for this reason. There’s little hope for Danmei to converge with China’s mainstream culture in the short term ~ the necessity of replacing Danmei with Dangai in visual media already reflects that. Danmei is and will likely remain subculture in the foreseeable future, and subcultures, at heart, are protests against the mainstream. Unless China and the West define “mainstream” very similarly (and they don’t), it is difficult to compare the “progressiveness”—and its dark side, the “problematic-ness”—of the protests, which are shaped by what they’re protesting against. The “shaper” in this scenario, the mainstream values and culture, are also far more forceful under China’s authoritarian government than they are in the free(-er) world.

Danmei, therefore, necessarily takes on a different form in China than BL or slash outside China. As a creative pursuit, it serves to fulfil psychological needs that are reflective of its surrounding culture and sociopolitical environment. The genre’s “problematic” / out of place aspects in the eyes of Western fandoms are therefore, like all other aspects of the genre, tailor-made by its millions of fans to be comforting / cathartic for the unique culture and sociopolitical background it and they find themselves in.

I briefly detoured to talk about the Chinese government’s campaign to pressure young, educated Chinese women into matrimony and motherhood in the post for this reason, as it is an example of how, despite Western fandoms’ progressiveness, they may be inadequate, distant for c-Danmei fans. Again, this article is a short and a ... morbidly-entertaining read on what has been said about China’s “leftover women” (剩女) — women who are unmarried and over 27-years-old). I talked about it, because “Women should enter marriage and parenthood in their late 20s” may no longer a mainstream value in many Western societies, but where it still is, it exerts a strong influence on how women view romance, and by extension, how they interact with romantic fiction, including Danmei.

In China, this influence is made even stronger by the fact that Chinese tradition places a strong emphasis on education and holds a conservative attitude towards romance and sex. Dating while studying therefore remains discouraged in many Chinese families. University-educated Chinese women therefore have an extremely short time frame — between graduation (~23 years old) and their 27th birthday — to find “the right one” and get married, before they are labelled as “leftovers” and deemed undesirable. (Saving) face being an important aspect in Chinese culture introduces yet another layer of pressure: traditionally, women who don’t get married by the age agreed by social norms have been viewed as failures of upbringing, in that the unmarried women’s parents not having taught/trained their daughters well. Filial, unmarried women therefore try to get married “on time” just to avoid bringing shame to their family.

The outcome is this: despite the strong women characters we may see in Chinese visual media, many young Chinese women nowadays do not expect themselves to be able to marry for love. Below, I offer a “book jacket summary” of a popular internet novel in China, which shows how the associated despair also affects cis-het fictional romance. Book reviews praise this novel for being “boring”: the man and woman leads are both common working class people, the “you-and-I”’s; the mundaneness of them trying build their careers and their love life is lit by one shining light: he loves her and she loves him.

Written in her POV, this summary reflects, perhaps, the disquiet felt by many contemporary Chinese women university graduates:

曾經以為，自己這輩子都等不到了—— 世界這麼大，我又走得這麼慢，要是遇不到良人要怎麼辦？早過了「全球三十幾億男人，中國七億男人，天涯何處無芳草」的猖狂歲月，越來越清楚，循規蹈矩的生活中，我們能熟悉進而深交的異性實在太有限了，有限到我都做好了「接受他人的牽線，找個適合的男人慢慢煨熟，再平淡無奇地進入婚姻」的準備，卻在生命意外的拐彎處迎來自己的另一半。

I once thought, my wait will never come to fruition for the rest of my life — the world is so big, I’m so slow in treading it, what if I’ll never meet the one? I’ve long passed the wild days of thinking “3 billion men exist on Earth, 0.7 of which are Chinese. There is plenty more fish in the sea.” I’m seeing, with increasing clarity, that in our disciplined lives, the number of opposite-sex we can get to know, and get to know well, is so limited. It’s so limited that I’m prepared to accept someone’s matchmaking, find a suitable man and slowly, slowly, warm up to him, and then, to enter marriage with without excitement, without wonder. But then, an accidental turn in my life welcomes in my other half.

— Oath of Love (餘生，請多指教) (Yes, this is the novel Gg’d upcoming drama is based on.)

Heteronormativity is, of course, very real in China. However, that hasn’t exempted Chinese women, even its large cis-het population, from having their freedom to pursue their true love taken away from them. Even for cis-het relationships, being able to marry for love has become a fantasy —a fantasy scorned by the state. Remember this quote from Article O3 in the original post?

耽改故事大多远离现实，有些年轻受众却将其与生活混为一谈，产生不以结婚和繁衍为目的才是真爱之类的偏颇认知。

Most Dangai stories are far removed from reality; some young audience nonetheless mix them up with real life, develop biased understanding such as “only love that doesn’t treat matrimony and reproduction as destinations is true love”.

I didn’t focus on it in the previous posts, in an effort to keep the discussion on topic. But why did the op-ed piece pick this as an example of fantasy-that-shouldn’t-be-mixed-up-with-real-life, in the middle of a discussion about perceived femininity of men that actually has little to do with matrimony and reproduction?

Because the whole point behind the state’s “leftover women” campaign is precisely to get women to treat matrimony and reproduction as destinations, not beautiful sceneries that happen along the way. And they’re the state’s destination as more children = higher birth rate that leads to higher future productivity. The article is therefore calling out Danmei for challenging this “mainstream value”.

Therefore, while the statement True love doesn’t treat matrimony and reproduction as destinations may be trite for many of us while it may be a point few, if any, English-speaking fandoms may pay attention to, to the mainstream culture Danmei lives in, to the mainstream values dictated by the state, it is borderline subversive.

As much as Danmei may appear “tame” for its emphasis on beauty and romance, for it to have stood for so long, so firmly against China’s (very) forceful mainstream culture, the genre is also fundamentally rebellious. Remember: Danmei has little hope of converging with China’s mainstream unless it “sells its soul” and removes its homoerotic elements.

With rebelliousness, too, comes a bit of tongue-in-cheek.

And so, when c-Danmei fans, most of whom being cishet women who interact with the genre by its traditional BL definition, call one of the leads 老婆 (wife), it can and often take on a different flavour. As said before, it can be less about feminizing the lead than about identifying with the lead. The nickname 老婆 (wife) can be less about being disrespectful and more about humorously expressing an aspiration—the aspiration to have a husband who truly loves them, who they do want to get married and have babies with but out of freedom and not obligation.

Admittedly, I had been confused, and bothered by these “can-be”s myself. Just because there are alternate reasons for the feminisation to happen doesn’t mean the feminisation itself is excusable. But why the feminisation of M/M leads doesn’t sound as awful to me in Chinese as in English? How can calling a self-identified man 老婆 (wife) get away with not sounding being predominantly disrespectful to my ears, when I would’ve frowned at the same thing said in my vicinity in English?

I had an old hypothesis: when I was little, it was common to hear people calling acquaintances in Chinese by their unflattering traits: “Deaf-Eared Chan” (Mr Chan, who’s deaf), “Fat Old Woman Lan” (Ah-Lan, who’s an overweight woman) etc—and the acquaintances were perfectly at ease with such identifications, even introducing themselves to strangers that way. Comparatively speaking then, 老婆 (wife) is harmless, even endearing.

老婆, which literally means “old old-lady” (implying wife = the woman one gets old with), first became popularised as a colloquial, casual way of calling “wife” in Hong Kong and its Cantonese dialect, despite the term itself being about 1,500 years old. As older generations of Chinese were usually very shy about talking about their love lives, those who couldn’t help themselves and regularly spoke of their 老婆 tended to be those who loved their wives in my memory. 老婆, as a term, probably became endearing to me that way.

Maybe this is why the feminisation of M/M leads didn’t sound so bad to me?

This hypothesis was inadequate, however. This custom of identifying people by their (unflattering) traits has been diminishing in Hong Kong and China, for similar reasons it has been considered inappropriate in the West.

Also, 老婆 (wife) is not the only term used for / associated with feminisation. I’ve tried to limit the discussion to Danmei, the fictional genre; now, I’ll jump to its associated RPS genre, and specifically, the YiZhan fandoms. The purpose of this jump: with real people involved, feminisation’s effect is potentially more harmful, more acute. Easier to feel.

YiZhan fans predominantly entered the fandoms through The Untamed, and they’ve also transferred Danmei’s “seme”/“uke” customs into YiZhan. There are, therefore, three c-YiZhan fandoms:

博君一肖 (BJYX): seme Dd, uke Gg 戰山為王 (ZSWW): seme Gg, uke Dd 連瑣反應 (LSFY): riba Gg and Dd. Riba = “reversible”, and unlike “seme” and “uke”, is a frequently-used term in the Japanese gay community.

BJYX is by far the largest of the three, likely due to Gg having played WWX, the “uke” in MDZS / TU. I’ll therefore focus on this fandom, ie. Gg is the “uke”, the “wife”.

For Gg alone, I’ve seen him being also referred to by YiZhan fans as (and this is far from a complete list):

* 姐姐 (sister) * 嫂子 (wife of elder brother; Dd being the elder brother implied) * 妃妃 (based on the very first YiZhan CP name, 太妃糖 Toffee Candy, a portmanteau of sorts from Dd being the 太子 “prince” of his management company and Gg being the prince’s wife, 太子妃. 糖 = “candy”. 太妃 sounds like toffee in English and has been used as the latter’s Chinese translation.) * 美人 (beauty, as in 肖美人 “Beauty Xiao”) * Daji 妲己 (as in 肖妲己, “Daji Xiao”).

The last one needs historical context, which will also become important for explaining the new hypothesis I have.

Daji was a consort who lived three thousand years ago, whose beauty was blamed for the fall of the Shang dynasty. Gg (and men sharing similar traits, who are exceptionally rare) has been compared to Daji 妲己 for his alternatively innocent, alternatively seductive beauty ~ the kind of beauty that, in Chinese historical texts and folk lores, lead to the fall of kingdoms when possessed by the king’s beloved woman. This kind of “I-get-to-ruin-her-virginity”, “she’s a slut in MY bedroom” beauty is, of course, a stereotypical fantasy for many (cis-het) men, which included the authors of these historical texts and folklores. However, it also contained some truth: the purity / innocence, the image of a virgin, was required for an ancient woman to be chosen as a consort; the seduction, meanwhile, helped her to become the top consort, and monopolise the attention of kings and emperors who often had hundreds of wives ~ wives who often put each other in danger to eliminate competition.

Nowadays, women of tremendous beauty are still referred to by the Chinese idiom 傾國傾城, literally, ”falling countries, falling cities”. The beauty is also implied to be natural, expressed in a can’t-help-itself way, perhaps reflecting the fact that the ancient beauties on which this idiom has been used couldn’t possibly have plastic surgeries, and most of them didn’t meet a good end ~ that they had to pay a price for their beauty, and often, with their lowly status as women, as consorts, they didn’t get to choose whether they wanted to pay this price or not. This adjective is considered to be very flattering. Gg’s famous smile from the Thailand Fanmeet has been described, praised as 傾城一笑: “a smile that topples a city”.

I’m explaining Daji and 傾國傾城 because the Chinese idiom 博君一笑 “doing anything to get a smile from you”, from which the ship’s name BJYX 博君一肖 was derived (笑 and 肖 are both pronounced “xiao”), is connected to yet another of such dynasty-falling beauty, Bao Si 褒姒. Like Daji before her, Bao Si was blamed for the end of the Zhou Dynasty in 771 BC.

The legend went like this: Bao Si was melancholic, and to get her to smile, her king lit warning beacons and got his nobles to rush in from the nearby vassal states with their armies to come and rescue him, despite not being in actual danger. The nobles, in their haste, looked so frantic and dishevelled that Bao Si found it funny and smiled. Longing to see more of the smile of his favourite woman, the king would fool his nobles again and again, until his nobles no longer heeded the warning beacons when an actual rebellion came.

What the king did has been described as 博紅顏一笑, with 紅顏 (”red/flushed face”) meaning a beautiful woman, referring to Bao Si. Replace 紅顏 with the respectful “you”, 君, we get 博君一笑. If one searches the origin of the phrase 博 [fill_in_the_blank]一笑 online, Bao Si’s story shows up.

The “anything” in ”doing anything to get a smile from you” in 博君一笑, therefore, is not any favour, but something as momentous as giving away one’s own kingdom. c-turtles have remarked, to their amusement and admittedly mine, that “king”, in Chinese, is written as 王, which is Dd’s surname, and very occasionally, they jokingly compare him to the hopeless kings who’d give away everything for their love. Much like 傾國傾城 has become a flattering idiom despite the negative reputations of Daji and Bao Si for their “men-ruining ways”, 博君一笑 has become a flattering phrase, emphasising on the devotion and love rather than the ... stupidity behind the smile-inducing acts.

(Bao Si’s story, BTW, was a lie made up by historians who also lived later but also thousands of years ago, to absolve the uselessness of the king. Warning beacons didn’t exist at her time.)

Gg is arguably feminized even in his CP’s name. Gg’s feminisation is everywhere.

And here comes my confession time ~ I’ve been amused by most of the feminisation terms above. 肖妲己 (”Daji Xiao”) captures my imagination, and I remain quite partial to the CP name BJYX. Somehow, there’s something ... somewhat forgivable when the feminisation is based on Gg’s beauty, especially in the context of the historical Danmei / Dangai setting of MDZS/TU ~ something that, while doesn’t cancel, dampens the “problematic-ness” of the gender mis-identification.

What, exactly, is this something?

Here’s my new hypothesis, and hopefully I’ll manage to explain it well ~

The hypothesis is this: the unisex beauty standard for historical Chinese men and women, which is also breathtakingly similar to the modern beauty standard for Chinese women, makes feminisation in the context of Danmei (especially historical Danmei) flattering, and easier to accept.

What defined beauty in historical Chinese men? If I am to create a classically beautiful Chinese man for my new historical Danmei, how would I describe him based on what I’ve read, my cultural knowledge?

Here’s a list:

* Skin fair and smooth as white jade * Thin, even frail; narrow/slanted shoulders; tall * Dark irises and bright, starry eyes * Not too dense, neat eyebrows that are shaped like swords ~ pointed slightly upwards from the center towards the sides of the face * Depending on the dynasty, nice makeup.

Imagine these traits. How “macho” are they? How much do they fit the ideal Chinese masculine beauty advertised by Chinese government, which looks like below?

Propaganda poster, 1969. The caption says “Defeat Imperialist US! Defeat Social Imperialism!” The book’s name is “Quotations from Mao Zedong”. (Source)

Where did that list of traits I’ve written com from? Fair like jade, frail ... why are they so far from the ... “macho”ness of the men in the poster?

What has Chinese history said about its beautiful men?

Wei Jie (衛玠 286-312 BCE), one of the four most beautiful ancient Chinese men (古代四大美男) recorded in Chinese history famously passed away when fans of his beauty gathered and formed a wall around him, blocking his way. History recorded Wei as being frail with chronic illness, and was only 27 years old when he died. Arguably the first historical account of “crazy fans killing their idol”, this incident left the idiom 看殺衛玠 ~ “Wei Jie being watched to death.” ~ a not very “macho” way to die at all.

潘安 (Pan An; 247-300 BCE), another one of the four most beautiful ancient Chinese men, also had hoards of fangirls, who threw fruits and flowers at him whenever he ventured outside. The Chinese idiom 擲果盈車 “thrown fruit filling a cart” was based on Pan and ... his fandom, and denotes such scenarios of men being so beautiful that women openly displayed their affections for them.

Meanwhile, when Pan went out with his equally beautiful male friend, 夏侯湛 Xiahou Zhan, folks around them called them 連璧 ~ two connected pieces of perfect jade. Chinese Jade is white, smooth, faintly glowing in light, so delicate that it gives the impression of being somewhat transparent.

Aren’t Wei Jie and Pan An reminiscent of modern day Chinese idols, the “effeminate” “Little Fresh Meat”s (小鲜肉) so panned by Article O3? Their stories, BTW, also elucidated the historical reference in LWJ’s description of being jade-like in MDZS, and in WWX and LWJ being thrown pippas along the Gusu river bank.

Danmei, therefore, didn’t create a trend of androgynous beauty in men as much as it has borrowed the ancient, traditional definition of masculine Chinese beauty ~ the beauty that was more feminine than masculine by modern standards.

[Perhaps, CPs should be renamed 連璧 (”two connected pieces of perfect jade”) as a reminder of the aesthetics’ historical roots.]

Someone may exclaim now: But. But!! Yet another one of the four most beautiful ancient Chinese men, 高長恭 (Gao Changgong, 541-573 BCE), far better known by his title, 蘭陵王 (”the Prince of Lanling”), was a famous general. He had to be “macho”, right?

... As it turns out, not at all. Historical texts have described Gao as “貌柔心壮，音容兼美” (”soft in looks and strong at heart, beautiful face and voice”), “白美類婦人” (”fair and beautiful as a woman”), “貌若婦人” (”face like a woman”). Legends have it that The Prince of Lanling’s beauty was so soft, so lacking in authority that he had to wear a savage mask to get his soldiers to listen to his command (and win) on the battlefield (《樂府雜錄》: 以其顏貌無威，每入陣即著面具，後乃百戰百勝).

This should be emphasised: Gao’s explicitly feminine descriptions were recorded in historical texts as arguments *for* his beauty. Authors of these texts, therefore, didn’t view the feminisation as insult. In fact, they used the feminisation to drive the point home, to convince their readers that men like the Prince of Lanling were truly, absolutely good looking.

Being beautiful like a women was therefore high praise for men in, at least, significant periods in Chinese history ~ periods long and important enough for these records to survive until today. Beauty, and so it goes, had once been largely free of distinctions between the masculine and feminine.

One more example of an image of an ancient Chinese male beauty being similar to its female counterpart, because the history nerd in me finds this fun.

何晏 (He Yan, ?-249 BCE) lived in the Wei Jin era (between 2nd to 4th century), during which makeup was really en vogue. Known for his beauty, he was also famous for his love of grooming himself. The emperor, convinced that He Yan’s very fair skin was from the powder he was wearing, gave He Yan some very hot foods to eat in the middle of the summer. He Yan began to sweat, had to wipe himself with his sleeves and in the process, revealed to the emperor that his fair beauty was 100% natural ~ his skin glowed even more with the cosmetics removed (《世說新語·容止第十四》: 何平叔美姿儀，面至白。魏明帝疑其傅粉，正夏月，與熱湯餅。既啖，大汗出，以朱衣自拭，色轉皎然). His kick-cosmetics’-ass fairness won him the nickname 傅粉何郎 (”powder-wearing Mr He”).

Not only would He Yan very likely be mistaken as a woman if this scene is transferred to a modern setting, but this scene can very well fit inside a Danmei story of the 21st century and is very, very likely to get axed by the Chinese censorship board for its visualisation.

[Important observation from this anecdote: the emperor was totally into this trend too.]

The adjectives and phrases used above to describe these beautiful ancient Chinese men ~ 貌柔, 音容兼美, 白美, 美姿儀, 皎然 ~ have all become pretty much reserved for describing beauty in women nowadays. Beauty standards in ancient China were, as mentioned before, had gone through significantly long periods in which they were largely genderless. The character for beauty 美 (also in Danmei, 耽美) used to have little to no gender association. Free of gender associations as well were the names of many flowers. The characters for orchid (蘭) and lotus (蓮), for example, were commonly found in men’s names as late as the Republican era (early 20th century), but are now almost exclusively found in women’s names. Both orchid and lotus have historically been used to indicate 君子 (junzi, roughly, “gentlemen”), which have always been men. MDZS also has an example of a man named after a flower: Jin Ling’s courtesy name, given to him by WWX, was 如蘭 (”like an orchid”).

A related question may be this: why does ancient China associate beauty with fairness, with softness, with frailty? Likely, because Confucianist philosophy and customs put a heavy emphasis on scholarship ~ and scholars have mostly consisted of soft-spoken, not muscular, not working-under-the-sun type of men. More importantly, Confucianist scholars also occupied powerful government positions. Being, and looking like a Confucianist scholar was therefore associated with status. Indeed, it’s very difficult to look like jade when one was a farmer or a soldier, for example, who constantly had to toil under the sun, whose skin was constantly being dried and roughened by the elements. Having what are viewed as “macho” beauty traits as in the poster above ~ tanned skin, bulging muscles, bony structures (which also take away the jade’s smoothness) ~ were associated with hard labour, poverty and famine.

Along that line, 手無縛雞之力 (“hands without the strength to restrain a chicken”) has long been a phrase used to describe ancient scholars and students, and without scorn or derision. Love stories of old, which often centred around scholars were, accordingly, largely devoid of the plot lines of husbands physically protecting the wives, performing the equivalent of climbing up castle walls and fighting dragons etc. Instead, the faithful husbands wrote poems, combed their wife’s hair, traced their wife’s eyebrows with cosmetics (畫眉)...all activities that didn’t require much physical strength, and many of which are considered “feminine” nowadays.

Were there periods in Chinese history in which more ... sporty men and women were appreciated? Yes. the Tang dynasty, for example, and the Yuan and Qing dynasties. The Tang dynasty, as a very powerful, very open era in Chinese history, was known for its relations to the West (via the Silk Road). The Yuan and Qing dynasties, meanwhile, were established by Mongolians and Manchus respectively, who, as non-Han people, had not been under the influence of Confucian culture and grew up on horsebacks, rather than in schools.

The idea that beautiful Chinese men should have “macho” attributes was, therefore, largely a consequence of non-Han-Chinese influence, especially after early 20th century. That was when the characters for beauty (美), orchid (蘭), lotus (蓮) etc began their ... feminisation. The Chinese Communist Party (CCP), which started its reign of the country starting 1949, also has foreign roots, being a derivative of the Soviets, and its portrayal of ideal men has been based on the party’s ideology, painting them as members of the People’s Liberation Army (Chinese army) and its two major proletariat classes, farmers and industrial workers ~ all occupations that are “macho” in their aesthetics, but held at very poor esteem in ancient Chinese societies. All occupations that, to this day, may be hailed as noble by Chinese women, but not really deemed attractive by them.

Beauty, being an instinct, is perhaps much more resistant to propaganda.

If anything, the three terms Article O3 used to describe “effeminate” men ~ 奶油小生 “cream young men” (popularised in 1980s) , 花美男 “flowery beautiful men” (early 2000s), 小鲜肉 “little fresh meat” (coined in 2014 and still popular now) ~ only informs me how incredibly consistent the modern Chinese women’s view of ideal male beauty has been. It’s the same beauty the Chinese Communist Party has called feminine. It’s the same beauty found in Danmei. It’s the same beauty that, when witnessed in men in ancient China, was so revered that historians recorded it for their descendants to remember. It doesn’t mean there aren’t any women who appreciate the "macho” type ~ it’s just that, the appreciation for the non-macho type has never really gone out of fashion, never really changed. The only thing that is really changing is the name of the type, the name’s positive or negative connotations.

(Personally, I’m far more uncomfortable with the name “Little fresh meat” (小鲜肉) than 老婆 (wife). I find it much more insulting.)

Anyway, what I’d like to say is this: feminisation in Danmei ~ a genre that, by definition, is hyper-focused on aesthetics ~ may not be as "problematic” in Chinese as it is in English, because the Chinese tradition didn’t make that much of a differentiation between masculine and feminine beauty. Once again, this isn’t to say such mis-gendering isn’t disrespectful; it’s just that, perhaps, it is less disrespectful because Chinese still retains a cultural memory in which equating a beautiful man to a beautiful woman was the utmost flattery.

I must put a disclaimer here: I cannot vouch for this being true for the general Chinese population. This is something that is buried deep enough inside me that it took a lot of thought for me to tease out, to articulate. More importantly, while I grow up in a Chinese-speaking environment, I’ve never lived inside China. My history knowledge, while isn’t shabby, hasn’t been filtered through the state education system.

I’d also like to point out as well, along this line of thought, that in *certain* (definitely not all) aspects, Chinese society isn’t as sexist as the West. While historically, China has periods of extreme sexism against women, with the final dynasties of Ming and Qing being examples, I must (reluctantly) acknowledge Chairman Mao for significantly lifting the status of women during his rule. Here’s a famous quote of his from 1955:

婦女能頂半邊天 Women can lift half the skies

The first marriage code, passed in 1950, outlawed forced marriages, polygamy, and ensured equal rights between husband and wife. For the first time in centuries, women were encouraged to go outside of their homes and work. Men resisted at first, wanting to keep their wives at home; women who did work were judged poorly for their performance and given less than 50% of men’s wage, which further fuelled the men’s resistance. Mao said the above quote after a commune in Guizhou introduced the “same-work-same-wage” system to increase its productivity, and he asked for the same system to to be replicated across the country. (Source)

When Chairman Mao wanted something, it happened. Today, Chinese women’s contribution to the country’s GDP remains among the highest in the world. They make up more than half of the country’s top-scoring students. They’re the dominant gender in universities, in the ranks of local employees of international corporations in the Shanghai and Beijing central business districts—among the most sought after jobs in the country. While the inequality between men and women in the workplace is no where near wiped out — stories about women having to sleep with higher-ups to climb the career ladder, or even get their PhDs are not unheard of, and the central rulership of the Chinese Communist Party has been famously short of women — the leap in women’s rights has been significant over the past century, perhaps because of how little rights there had been before ~ at the start of the 20th century, most Chinese women from relatively well-to-do families still practised foot-binding, in which their feet were literally crushed during childhood in the name of beauty, of status symbol. They couldn’t even walk properly.

Perhaps, the contemporary Chinese women’s economic contribution makes the sexism they encounter in their lives, from the lack of reproductive rights to the “leftover women” label, even harder to swallow. It makes their fantasies fly to even higher, more defiant heights. The popularity of Dangai right now is pretty much driven by women, as acknowledged by Article O3. Young women, especially, female fans who people have dismissed as “immature”, “crazy”, are responsible for the threat the Chinese government is feeling now by the genre.

This is no small feat. While the Chinese government complains about the “effeminate” men from Danmei / Dangai, its propaganda has been heavily reliant on stars who have risen to popularity to these genres. The film Dd is currently shooting, Chinese Peacekeeping Force (維和部隊), also stars Huang Jingyu (黄景瑜), and Zhang Zhehan (張哲瀚) ~ the three actors having shot to fame from The Untamed (Dangai), Addicted (Danmei), and Word of Honour (Dangai) respectively. Zhang, in particular, played the “uke” role in Word of Honour and has also been called 老婆 (wife) by his fans. The quote in Article O3, “Ten years as a tough man known by none; one day as a beauty known by all” was also implicitly referring to him.

Perhaps, the government will eventually realise that millennia-old standards of beauty are difficult to bend, and by extension, what is considered appropriate gender expression of Chinese men and women.

In the metas I’ve posted, therefore, I’ve hesitated in using terms such as homophobia, sexism, and ageism etc, opting instead to make long-winded explanations that essentially amount to these terms (thank you everyone who’s reading for your patience!). Because while the consequence is similar—certain fraction of the populations are subjected to systemic discrimination, abuse, given less rights, treated as inferior etc—these words, in English, also come with their own context, their own assumptions that may not apply to the situation. It reminds me of what Leo Tolstoy wrote in Anna Karenina,

“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

Discrimination in each country, each culture is humiliating, unhappy in its own way. Both sexism and homophobia are rampant in China, but as their roots are different from those of the West, the ways they manifest are different, and so must the paths to their dissolution. I’ve also hesitated on calling out individual behaviours or confronting individuals for this reason. i-Danmei fandoms are where i-fans and c-fans meet, where English-speaking doesn’t guarantee a non-Chinese sociopolitical background (there may be students from China, for example; I’m also ... not entirely Western), and I find it difficult to articulate appropriate, convincing arguments without knowing individual backgrounds.

Frankly, I’m not sure if I’ve done the right thing. Because I do hope feminisation will soon fade into extinction, especially in i-Danmei fandoms that, if they continue to prosper on international platforms, may eventually split from c-Danmei fandoms along the cultural (not language) line due to the vast differences in environmental constraints. My hope is especially true when real people are involved, and c-fandoms, I’d like to note, are not unaware of the issues surrounding feminisation ~ it has already been explicitly forbidden in BJYX’s supertopic on Weibo.

At the same time, I’ve spent so many words above to try to explain why beauty can *sometimes* lurk behind such feminisations. Please allow me to end this post with one example of feminisation that I deeply dislike—and I’ve seen it used by fans on Gg as well—is 綠茶 (”green tea”), from 綠茶婊 (”green tea whore”) that means women who look pure / innocent but are, deep down, promiscuous / lustful. In some ways, its meaning isn’t so different from Daji 妲己, the consort blamed for the fall of the Shang dynasty. However, to me at least, the flattery in the feminisation is gone, perhaps because of the character “whore” (婊), because the term originated in 2013 from a notorious sex party rather than from a legendary beauty so maligned that The Investiture of the Gods (封神演義), the seminal Chinese fiction written ~2,600 years after Daji’s death, re-imagined her as a malevolent fox spirit (狐狸精) that many still remembers her as today.

Ah, to be caught between two cultures. :)

#tell-me-everything #pie metas #yizhan #bjyx

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wangxianficrecs · 3 years

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Recs from @absurdlyadmiredarmchair:

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Pretty darn fantastic! Wangxian have cultivated immortality and have wound up in Victorian London, where they deal with murder drama and also adopt teenagers. Hot tip!

Wandering Souls, Wild Ghosts

by belleweather

E, 49k, wangxian

Summary: Having cultivated to immortality Lan Zhan and Wei Ying have spent centuries wandering the world, responsible only to one another. Finding themselves In England at the height of the Victorian age, they must adapt themselves to both a world that is changing around them and to the things that never change; that there are spirits to be fought, and that they belong with one another.

Because what the world needs now is probably not slightly-Holmesian adventure case fic featuring immortal cultivators fighting ghosts and adopting orphaned rent boys in Victorian England. But that’s what you’re getting. You’re welcome.

Wandering Souls, Wild Ghosts [ART] by grimark

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Fantastic e-sports AU! The details of the gaming, the wwx lwj synergy, the PLOT, the tensions... exquisite.

【为梦想而战】for this dream, i'll fight

by paradisetrain

M, 28k, wangxian

Summary: Victory is the aim of all professional e-sports athletes, yet Lan Wangji, the “Crownless King” of popular MOBA game Cultivation Arena has never won a championship in the seven years he has played this game.

Wei Wuxian, username “YilingLaozu”, was a name spat on by all the forums. After being the cause of Team Gusu’s disastrous first season in professional CultArena, Wei Wuxian’s is a name reviled by everyone in the Cultivation Arena community.

Everyone except Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji wants the championship, and he wants Wei Wuxian by his side when he gets it.

【为梦想而战】for this dream, i'll fight [ART] by 98_TONYO

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Ballet AU! Summer training in Cloud recesses (modern ballet academy), with Lan Zhan slowly melting for Wei Ying. Sooo cosy, so fluffy, everything slots v perfectly.

notes on a scene

by wishingswell

M, 28k, wangxian

Summary: Lan Wangji has one final summer intensive before he becomes a full fledged member of the Cloud Recesses ballet company--he expects it to be fairly uneventful, but that's before Wei Wuxian makes his dance world debut.

notes on a scene [Fanart] by nasarims (nasaplates)

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Meng Yao does not make it out from the wens in time, ends up in burial mounds, and creates an empire of local sellers. Humor tone but also very nice relationships between WQ, WWX and Meng Yao. (Also, fem!wwx and fem!jgy)

Neither a borrower nor a lender

by lilac-buttons (Lady_Quill)

T, 27k, xiyao, wangxian, qingyao

Summary: After the Sunshot campaign, Meng Yao never gets the chance to stab Wen Ruohan and winds up in the Burial Mounds with the rest of the Wens. And introduces the cultivation world to multi-level marketing schemes, courtesy of Wei Wuxian’s talismans.

Neither a borrower nor a lender [ART] by cryingpierrots

(You may wish to REBLOG as a signal boost if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #MDZS Big Bang 2020 #follower recs #follower rec #I haven't read these yet #Rediscovering the 2020 MDZS Big Bang #e-sports #ballet #female wei wuxian #female jin guangyao #immortality

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iamwestiec · 3 years

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June 17: Chengxian 💜🖤💕

childhood friends to lovers/QPPs, ace Jiang Cheng, bi & aro Wei Wuxian, modern AU

(A/N: If you're wondering about a certain other someone, he will have a wonderful, full life of his own in Suzhou in this AU but is not in this story. 💙 There are some brief mentions of offscreen ace-antagonism, not by anyone we know.)

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Jiang Cheng had been Wei Ying's best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

Okay. Well, not quite his entire life, but certainly since Wei Ying’s parents moved to California when he was little little, which was about as far back as Wei Ying could remember anyway. Wei Ying’s baba and Jiang Cheng’s baba had grown up in Wuhan together and been best friends when they were kids, so naturally, when Wei Ying’s family moved into the same neighborhood as the Jiangs, it made perfect sense for Wei Ying and Jiang Cheng to become best friends too.

It was Jiang Cheng who had taught Wei Ying that he didn't have to be afraid of dogs, by introducing him to Princess, Jasmine, and Lil' Love. Lil' Love lived up to her name, coming and quietly sitting in all her fluffy glory on Wei Ying’s lap every time he went over to play.

It was also Jiang Cheng who Wei Ying got drunk with for the first time. They snuck booze from the cabinet where Wei Ying’s parents kept it and laughed at the faces each other made with every shot until they stopped tasting the harsh burn, and then laughing more just because.

(Wei Ying’s mom had not laughed, not at the time, when the two teens had been sick as anything the next morning, but instead made them a gloriously greasy late breakfast and gave them lots of advice about proper hydration.

Then she told Jiang Cheng’s mom and let her scold them.)

It was Jiang Cheng who came out first, their first semester in college, when he told Wei Ying he didn't think he wanted to have sex with anyone, ever, and asked if Wei Ying thought that meant no one would ever want to date him. Wei Ying hugged him tight and told him he didn't know about everyone out there, but he knew Jiang Cheng was the best guy in the world and would be an awesome boyfriend, and he'd fight anyone who said differently.

Jiang Cheng found a group on campus for third culture LBGT kids, and Wei Ying went with him, as a supportive ally.

Which was how Wei Ying figured out that he was not just a supportive ally.

In listening to the others talk about orientation and identity and attraction and cultural expectations, Wei Ying realized that what he'd always assumed was normal—finding all kinds of people physically attractive, regardless of their gender—was actually his bisexuality. So that was kind of cool.

"So yeah, now we can be queer together!" Wei Ying said, when he excitedly shared his newfound realization with Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng snorted. "Yeah, 'all' and 'nothing,'" he joked.

It was Jiang Cheng who'd helped him practice what to say to his parents when he wanted to change his major at the end of sophomore year, and Jiang Cheng who reminded him to eat and sleep and "take a fucking break, Wei Ying," those next couple semesters when he took way too many hours so he wouldn't have to rack up a whole extra year's worth of student loans to finish his new degree plan.

It was Jiang Cheng who graduated first, on a gorgeous blue-skyed sunny day in May, and Jiang Cheng who suggested Wei Ying keep living with him at his new apartment, so he wouldn't have to try to find a one-semester lease until he finished in December.

(They renewed the lease together every time.)

Jiang Cheng ribbed him playfully each time Wei Ying met someone new, but he was always there each times things fizzled out after a few months for reasons that never quite made sense to Wei Ying.

Jiang Cheng occasionally dated too, and Wei Ying was glad he never did have to fight anybody—though he did drive Jiang Cheng to the emergency room the time he came home with split knuckles from punching a guy who, "seemed to think I didn't know my own mind about certain things."

But dating sucked for everybody, right? It wasn't like Wei Ying or Jiang Cheng were in any hurry to settle down and do the whole spouse and kids thing or whatever. Wei Ying tried to imagine it and just... couldn't, though the image of Jiang Cheng with a baby was admittedly pretty cute.

It was not Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Yanli, a few months after she proposed to her girlfriend and they started planning their wedding, who Wei Ying finally asked, "Yanli-jie, how does a person decide someone else is their person?"

Jiang Yanli looked across the room to where Jiang Cheng was showing her soon-to-be-wife how to put side spin on a billiards ball and smiled. "I think you just know," she said. "You meet someone and you get to know them, spend time together, then one day you realize you love them and want to build the rest of your life with them."

Wei Ying wrinkled his nose. "I dunno if it works that way for me. Just some random person? I've never met anyone I can imagine wanting to live with all the time. Well, besides—huh..." he cut off suddenly and darted a look over at Jiang Yanli, who just calmly sipped her drink.

"Have you ever told him that?" she asked, after a moment where Wei Ying reassessed his entire life and dating history. "I think he might appreciate hearing it."

"I... huh. Yanli-jie, you're kinda blowing my mind here," he complained.

"I gathered," she said wryly, before fixing him with a smile that made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Of course, I trust," she told him, "that I do not need to explain to you of all people how very dearly I hold my didi's happiness and well-being."

He swallowed and raised three fingers in the salute he'd used ever since the summer that—hah—he and Jiang Cheng had decided as kids that they would make their own oath of brotherhood like the heroes of their favorite show. "I, Wei Ying, swear to you that I would kick my own ass before I did anything to hurt him."

Jiang Yanli leaned over to knock her shoulder against his and nodded. "That's what I thought."

Turned out, dating Jiang Cheng didn't suck at all.

It felt easy in a way Wei Ying’s past dates never had, less like trying to keep up with a game whose rules everybody knew except him, more like... well, like spending time with his best friend in the whole world, but on purpose. There was also a tension in the back of Wei Ying’s mind that seemed to have lifted, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that had gone.

It was Jiang Cheng who helped him figure it out.

"I think it's that now I'm able to count on this. On us," he said, when Wei Ying brought it up. "Before, whenever you went out with someone new, I wondered if this would be the time you'd find someone to fall in love with and leave me behind."

"Aww, Chengcheng! I would never!"

Jiang Cheng huffed and rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were pink. "Well, I know that now," he said, a pleased little smile breaking through his attempts at a scowl.

"As long as you're sure—" Wei Ying began, still getting used to thinking about himself with the word "aromantic." Still a so very sure that Jiang Cheng deserved to be fallen in love with.

"Hey!" Jiang Cheng cut him off. "None of that. I know you. And I know you don't see it this way, but I personally think it's pretty damn romantic that you choose to love me, on purpose."

"I simply have exquisite taste in life partners," Wei Ying sniffed, embarassed the way he always got when Jiang Cheng declared something he'd done "romantic."

"You do," Jiang Cheng agreed. "Someone told me a long time ago I was the best guy in the world and would make an awesome boyfriend, and that he would fight anyone who said differently."

Wei Ying laughed. "That's you and your sister I've promised to kick my own ass if I ever break your heart, then. Guess I'll just have to keep you forever."

"Damn right, you will," Jiang Cheng agreed, grinning smug and happy and breathtakingly beautiful. Wei Ying leaned across the couch to give him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss—the kind Jiang Cheng had shyly admitted he actually did like, a lot—and smiled too, at how lucky he'd gotten to be with his best friend in the whole world for his entire life.

🖤💜

Today's (extremely long!) thread was inspired by this WONDERFUL art of ace Jiang Cheng and bi & aro Wei Ying! Go give Midori some love on Twitter!

I spent a nonzero amount of time googling to double check when various terms and flags came into vogue, so if you're wondering, WWX & JC were in college in the early 2000s, before the ace and aro flags were designed. By the time they get themselves figured out, they can get their cute wristbands.

...which, yes, means these dingdongs spent about a solid decade living together before realizing that was what they wanted to do forever. 😉

This also means Jiang Yanli and her unnamed wife here are getting married between when California started recognizing same-sex marriages in 2008 and the Obergefell v. Hodges ruling in 2015! THIS SHIT'S RECENT!!!

Happy Pride, thank you for reading, check out more LGBTQIA+ sweetness on my #PrideMonthSnippets Masterpost!

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melatovnik · 3 years

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hi, can u rec other sbwy fics?

yes i most certainly can!

below under the cut is a selection of very good sbwy (and sgwy) fics, i.e., wangxian fics where wwx experiences compulsory heterosexuality. by no means is it a comprehensive list of all the excellent fics of this genre, because i'm a super slow reader and simply haven't gotten to them all yet, but these are just the ones i've read and enjoyed so far. of course, mind all tags/content warnings etc you know what's up

~ the Straight Boy Wei Ying universe series by raitala | rated E | 36K words total | i know this ask was prompted by my earlier rec of this series but i'll include it here anyway. a very charming wonderful story, with extremely massively hot sex scenes

Sit down next to me | 7K words

Lan Zhan has been in love with his tragically straight best friend Wei Ying forever. So what if some girl says Wei Ying is a bad kisser? Lan Zhan has to prove to Wei Ying that this is incorrect. Because Lan Zhan is a good friend. He out does himself.

If I hadn't seen such riches | 29K words

Sequel to "Sit down next to me" - if you haven't read this all you need to know is that Wei Ying thinks he is straight. He just really likes his best friend Lan Zhan. Who is incidentally a really great kisser. Who also made him come in his pants one time. Who also has a *really* big dick, which Wei Ying sucked one time, but, like, in an experimental way, not in a gay way. They are just really good friends, right? Lan Zhan is the best. Lan Zhan is crying inside.

~ Keep Up by mimilamp | rated E | 27K words | i actually just read this one today and wwhfoohgkhdghihHHHHHHhghhhhhhgh 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 INSTANT FAVE. MUST READ.

“She was going to kiss me,” Wei Ying says, muffled, into his hands.

Lan Zhan makes sure he keeps his breaths even. “Hm,” he says. Wei Ying looks up at him, wild: a little tipsy, perhaps. Confused, in a panic. His mouth is red like he’s been kissed—he hasn’t. He’s a lip biter, has a habit of picking at his dry lips, the winter sores at the corner of his mouth. It drives Lan Zhan to madness. He dreams of Wei Ying’s puffy mouth, often, sometimes with the real Wei Ying in a sleeping bag on the floor next to his bed. On mornings like those he wakes up in a cloud of embarrassment—hobbling to the bathroom at dawn, running a loud shower to hide the sounds. Wei Ying sleeps on.

“How do I—” Wei Ying starts, stops. He then lets out a single laugh, another. He says: “Oh my god. How do I kiss? Lan Zhan, how do I kiss?”

Or: Wei Ying has a girlfriend now. Wei Ying doesn't want his best friend to lag behind.

~ A Brilliant Idea by FrameofMind | rated E | 25K words | good for you wei ying

The one where Wei Ying (straight) and Lan Zhan (gay) make a shared tinder account to save money, because Wei Ying has brilliant ideas.

(Wei Ying has terrible ideas.)

~ worth it for the feeling by occultings | rated E | 8K words | they're both girls in this one! "straight" girl wei ying 🥰

“I’ve never gotten off with another person,” Wei Ying says that night, apropos of nothing.

~ ready to run by detectorist | rated E | 21K words | really really enjoyed the plot and atmosphere and everything in this story

“You should make a Tinder account for campaigning,” Nie Huaisang says.

Wei Ying chokes out, “What?”

“Sounds like an absolutely terrible idea,” Jiang Cheng says flatly.

“No, it’s a great idea!” Nie Huaisang insists. “You just swipe right on everyone and then send them a message about how they should vote for you. You’re hot, Wei Ying! People will definitely match with you and then you can swoop in and hit them with the politics!”

“I don’t even have Tinder,” Wei Ying protests. He’d downloaded the app in first year but had quickly deleted it after a girl responded to his message of wanna get a drink with yeah sure, what time?

“That can be easily fixed,” Nie Huaisang says.

—

Wei Ying downloads Tinder to help him campaign for his student union election. He gets a little more than he bargained for.

~ drop the game by martyrsdaughter | rated E | 28K words | cheerleader wwx + jock lwj + fake dating + practice kissing + insane sexual tension = me, flattened like a cartoon character after getting run over by a truck

Wei Ying grabs a pen from Lan Zhan’s desk, curling his legs into a lotus pose under the arms of the chair so he can easily spread the journal out across his lap. Even upside down, Lan Zhan can read his large, messy characters scrawled across the top: Lan Zhan + Wei Ying’s Rules for Dating.

Perhaps this was a bad idea.

~ big hands (i know you're the one) by martyrsdaughter | rated E | 8K words | WHOOF 🥵

“Not a big talker, hm?” Wei Ying tilts his head to one side. “That’s okay, I’ve been told I’m a good enough conversationalist for three. My tongue is multi-talented and—”

He has just enough time to feel her palm on the back of his neck and think, oh, her hands are so big, before his words are being stolen into her mouth.

~ Boy Trouble, We've Got Double by saltyfeathers | rated E | 60K words | LAN ZHAN???? BETHROTHED???? NOT TO WEI YING??????? it's less likely than you think! canonverse casefic, featuring tons of pining and wwx taking outrageous liberties with lwj's person, as is his right

Lan Zhan stands there in his immaculate, cloud-patterned Lan robes, watching him calmly, one fist tucked up against his back. “I am betrothed.”

Wei Wuxian blinks. “Are you…” He tries to laugh. Again, it sounds inhuman. “Is this about last night? Are you mad at me? I only remember some of it, Lan Zhan. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I’m sure whatever I did I was just—” He gestures uselessly. He remembers being warm in Lan Zhan’s lap. He remembers fitting snugly in Lan Zhan’s lap. Wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck. Nosing at his jaw. “…playing around.”

“This has nothing to do with you, Wei Wuxian.”

~ cherry ass wei ying (Chapter 3 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated E

wei ying is so straight he sucks lan zhan's fingers about it.

~ all(e)y (Chapter 11 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated E

prompt fill on twitter for straight boy wei ying + fake dating that ended up being too long for twitter so now it lives here in stupid silly shame. sorry the fake dating is a complete flyover state in this. to make up for it, i wrote out an entire blowjob for some reason.

~ lan zhan has fallen in fuck-love with the straight toad boy (Chapter 14 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated M | there is no chapter summary provided by the author. the title says it all, really

~ wei wuxian loves mysteries! (Chapter 15 of threadfic) by saltyfeathers | rated G | a canonverse character exploration of wwx, set pre-CR (before wangxian first meet). soooo good

~ the mall that has it all by saltyfeathers | rated E | 8K words | 😳 wrow

She introduced herself in the food court, breathless after sprinting across it in Lan Zhan’s direction and vaulting over a table only to crash into the seat across from her, ask, “Can I have a sip?”, spring forward with both elbows on the table to wrap her burgundy lips around Lan Zhan’s smoothie straw, wrinkle her nose, and say, “What is that, kale? Not really my thing, as like, a mall goth. Oh!” A pleased, chaotic exhale. “My name’s Wei Ying.”

Lan Zhan said, after taking a moment to fully process the last forty-five seconds, “What?”

or;

mall goth au

~ I Wish You Would by brooklinegirl | rated E | 52K words | lan zhan fucks guys, wei ying pines, and lan zhan also pines

Lan Zhan takes a breath. His hands are in fists on his thighs. He stares down at them hopelessly, then carefully unclenches them, one finger at a time, before taking another breath and reaching for his lukewarm tea. He'll go out, tomorrow. Maybe in the late afternoon. Something quick. Something easy. He'll text his brother first, the short note of when he should be home, so he'll know to track him. He'll be fine, just like he said.

~ all that and more by Euphorion | rated E | 20K words | hot hot hot! and a classic

Wei Wuxian locks his phone and puts it down, blinks at his ceiling, and picks it up again. The pictures are still there.

His first thought is that Lan Zhan meant them for someone else. That he just woke up at—he checks the timestamp—6:30 am on a Sunday and decided to go absolute full nuclear seduction option on some poor boy he met on Grindr, who would now be missing out on the best thing to ever happen to him because Wei Wuxian had a bad habit of distracting—of—oh.

Pieces of last night start to resurface and paste themselves together in his head. He winces.

~ dreaming and getting a glimmer by verseau | rated E | 27K words | THE comphet gloryhole fic

Wei Ying discovers himself.

~ wanna feel a different kinda tension by verseau | rated E | 10K words | THE comphet watching-porn-together-and-also-wwx-jerks-lwj-off-with-his-own-freshly-used-fleshlight fic

Four times Lan Zhan walks in on his roommate masturbating.

that's all for now! happy october!

#mdzs #fic rec

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 10 first part

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Palaver)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Meet the Hotties

Since there have been only 7 or 8 brutally hot men in this show so far, which is clearly not sufficient, this episode drops three fresh ones right from the jump. Meet true loves cultivation partners travel buddies SongXiao. The ethereal one, Xiao Xingchen...

The forceful one, Song Lan...

...and their nemesis Xue Yang.

Xue Yang has some Yin Metal...oh hai I just noticed, his name is Yang and he has Yin Metal. Which...probably doesn’t mean anything. When he first appears he’s so fey and over the top he could be taken for a comic relief character, except for all of the corpses he’s scattered around, and the one moment where he is caught off guard in the fight and looks genuinely angry.

Later, of course, we discover that he’s a fucking psycho an extremely complex person with a fascinating range of emotions, none of which are good.

Did OP make a fighting fanvid just for this charming asshole? She did. Spoiler: Hanguang Jun fucks him up. [Is OP a shameless self-linker? She is.]

(more after the cut!)

Not Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting

Wei Wuxian tells Jiang Cheng not to join the fight but just to watch Xiao Xingchen’s moves; then he proceeds to join the fight by using his web shooter binding talisman to keep Xue Yang off guard and in the field of battle.

Do as I say, not as I do, bro.

It’s all right it’s all right it’s all right, Cocaine

Far from comic relief, Xue Yang is one of the strongest fighters in the show and is a master of his own variety of crafty tricks--the chemical variety. He launches a devastating white powder attack at our gang. His powder attacks later in the show will blind Song Lan and will poison the junior cultivators.

This powder attack does...nothing. Well okay then.

Fanmeet

After Xue Yang has been properly suspended tied up to a rafter, the cultivators introduce themselves, and Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng proceed to squee over their idols. Lan Wangji drops some flowery titles for both of them and offers to organize a mass donation of their brand of spring water.

Jiang Cheng is so happy he shows nearly all of his teeth without being angry.

Xue Yang butts in to harsh on their fandom and call them hypocrites. Can’t let the nerds have too good of a time.

Two Minutes in the out of the Closet

Now we have an interesting moment in which characters discuss queerness directly, albeit briefly. Wei Wuxian searches Xue Yang to see if he’s carrying the Yin Iron.

Most other instances in which queerness is lampshaded in CQL are about Lan Wangji’s discomfort, or growing comfort, with Wei Wuxian and his stripping flirting.

In this instance, Wei Wuxian fondles Xue Yang’s chest and ass while Xue Yang asks “what will people think about this M/M action?”

We Wuxian responds, for the whole room to hear, that he DGAF; in fact, he’s proud of being a disaster bi “cheeky.”

I don't give a damn 'Bout my reputation I've never been afraid of any Qi deviation An' I don't really care If ya think I'm strange I ain't gonna change An' I'm never gonna care 'Bout my bad reputation

While Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes, Lan Wangji takes note.

Clan with a Plan

Nie Huaisang and his entourage arrive, and once again the Netflix subtitles take away the meaning of his words as he calls out for Wei-Xiong, Lan-Xiong, and Jiang-Xiong; Netflix has him using surnames only, like an English public school lad.

The group decides to send Xue Yang to Nie Mingjue for judgement. Meng Yao invites them all to come hang with Nie Mingjue at the Unclean Realm, to decide how to best fuck up the Wen clan.

Note: “Unclean” seems to be an accurate translation but it has particular connotations for western audiences who grew up steeped in the Bible or Monty Python. Like, “would you like to come to the plague castle?” type of connotations.

Meng Yao: Can you all come with me? I’ve got another hot man to add to this episode.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian look deeply into each other’s eyes in order to decide if they’re going to go to Unclean Realm with the Nie gang , and they opt yes.

SongXiao do the same thing and opt no, with a speech about how the clans are a bunch of eugenicist snobs, or words to that effect.

This speech convinces Wei Wuxian to immediately join their fan club. He is...really not cut out for clan life.

Night Swimming Hunting

September's coming soon I'm pining for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit Around the fairest sun?

Wei Wuxian praises SongXiao for their egalitarian values, and compares himself and Lan Wangji to them, giving Lan Wangji one of his sweetest, warmest smiles.

This moment is clearly embarrassing to Lan Wangji, but most things are embarrassing to Lan Wangji, and unlike the “shut up!” moment in Episode 09, this time it doesn’t make him angry, barely earning a tiny glare.

It’s different this time for Wei Wuxian as well, because he’s not teasing or being provocative; he’s genuinely moved to tell this roomful of people that he cherishes Lan Wangji.

It does make Jiang Cheng angry, and he tells Wei Wuxian, not for the first time, that because of his attachment to Lan Wangji, he should not come home.

This is a standard jealous response from Jiang Cheng, and he doesn’t mean it...yet. But there’s a direct line between each of these false banishments, and the moment when he actually does banish the two of them from the Jiang family shrine.

Baoshan Sanren

Wei Wuxian quickly goes from being cheerfully aflutter over these kindred spirits, to being stunned and even devastated when he discovers an unexpected family connection.

Xiao Xingchen: My grand master is Baoshan Sanren

For once Lan Wangji doesn’t seem all that attuned to WWX’s feelings, while Jiang Chang super is.

Jiang Cheng: Should I say something? Words? About feelings? Yeah no.

Outside of the compound, Xiao Xingchen and Wei Wuxian talk about WWX’s mother. In this moment we see how kind Xiao Xingchen is, when he carefully softens the blow of his revelation that Baoshan Sanren is not accepting students or visitors or new patients at this time or at any time.

I hope that finding Baoshan Sanren is what Wei Wuxian did with his solo road trip at the end of Episode 50.

XXC and WWX acknowledge their clan relationship, which takes Wei Wuxian another step away from his membership in the Jiang clan, and creates a filial obligation to his newfound shishu that he will fulfill much later, in Yi City.

Once again Jiang Cheng sees and understands Wei Wuxian’s pain, and gazes at him with love and concern, but he doesn’t reach out or speak. They are not a reaching out & speaking pair of people. Once we see their whole family together, we will understand why.

Farewell to SongXiao

When SongXiao hit the road, Lan Wangji watches them with a look of pure yearning, and then turns that look, with total openness, to Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji: Ow

The open road and the chivalrous path pull equally at both WWX and LWJ, but Lan Wangji lives under a weight of formal obligation that he will carry for his entire life. During WWX’s second life he will find ways to compromise between the forces that are pulling him, but not escape them.

Wei Wuxian’s obligations are just as heavy, eventually costing him his family and his life, but they are dictated only by his heart and conscience. Yet he never suggests that Lan Wangji should follow his path. He constantly insists on LWJ’s attention, but he accepts that their roads are different, which is part of what makes Lan Wangji’s declaration on the Carp Tower steps so touching; he is giving Wei Wuxian something he never, ever asked for.

Here, WWX acknowledges both of their sorrows with a nod, and they walk away together to play their parts in the coming war.

Keep an Eye on the Psycho

Nie Huaisang sighs in admiration of the departing hotties, while Xue Yang tells Xiao Xingchen not to forget him. Which is very, very, very good advice.

Meng Yao is put in charge of guarding Xue Yang. I hope that doesn’t awaken anything in him.

Soundtrack: 1. Joan Jett, Bad Reputation 2. REM, Night Swimming 3. INXS, Devil inside

Smut Prompt: If the story of Wei Wuxian searching Xue Yang does get out among the clans, what will it have morphed into by the time Clan Leader Yao hears it?

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defractum · 4 years

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In that case, could you do a rivals to lovers coffeeshop au?

YES I CAN lmao

Okay so more realistically LWJ has a tea shop – it's airy and light, huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he has lots of seasonal and herbal teas that make it smell gently relaxing, a small range of snacks in mild flavours that accompany the tea, and gentle instrumental music in the background. He gets a lot of businesses taking Serious Meetings in there

WWX sets up shop opposite and LWJ doesn't even notice until he's trying to get home and there's an enormous queue. (He finds out later that it was recommended on Time Out for a limited edition speciality drink.)

(As it turns out, all WWX's drinks are speciality drinks – he buys stock in small batches and the menu rotates frequently depending on what he feels like.)

At first, LWJ is slightly bemused – how many independent tea shops can one street sustain anyway? – but he goes over to take a look, not least because he does really enjoy tea and enjoys talking to other people who enjoy tea. The owner seems to have a sense of humour anyway, considering the place is called TEA'SE ME

The windows are dark so he can't see what it looks like from the street, but once he gets inside he almost walks straight back out. It's just so loud? Not just to his ears, but to all his senses. The menu is written on a chalkboard with strong, sloped handwriting, accompanied by magnetic emojis; all the furniture is mismatched, with tables and chairs of differing heights; there's upbeat music and everyone in here is chatting and laughing and bustling.

Also, he doesn't know what any of these menu items mean. The only one he can guess is the Oolong Day Ahead?? (sad face, cup, arrow, smiley face), and he doesn't know why it's not just called Oolong tea.

LWJ also realises once he sees the counter that, ah, it's not a tea shop. It's a bubble tea shop. He blanks because he can't remember the last time he had bubble tea, not since he was a child and nearly choked on a tapioca ball. Then he gets to the front of the queue and nearly blanks out again because he can see behind the counter Silver Needle, the finest grade of white teas, and the guy’s just. putting it in bubble tea.

LWJ needs to go and lie down for a bit.

Except, the customers behind him are making impatient noises so he croaks out the only thing he has on the brain, "Silver needle…"

WWX is equally bemused by Lan Wangji, because he knows exactly who he is – LWJ's shop window is pristine and entirely clear and his shop is minimalist enough that WWX can see all the way to the counter from his own and he has spent downtime in the last couple of weeks watching the tall, handsome man putter around making teas – and also because he clearly looks so lost

LWJ can only nod vaguely when WWX tells him he has good taste, and then stare at him when asked what toppings he wants. Tapioca balls? No, definitely not. Lychee? Mango? "Mango?" repeats LWJ in horror, because who on earth is putting mango in perfectly good white tea?? (Him, apparently, because WWX thinks he's making an order and plops in some sliced mango, and half a minute later, he's holding a squidgy plastic cup filled with cold white tea and mango.)

He wanders back to his own shop in a daze. He doesn't want to throw the drink away, because that would be a waste, so he kind of just clutches it in despair. He takes a sip. Nearly chokes on the piece of mango that comes up the oversized straw. It actually tastes... very nice. He decides to go and have that lie down.

WWX also comes to visit, firstly because literally no one ever orders white tea to go in their bubble tea and also because he didn't get a chance to actually introduce himself as the owner at the time. LWJ squints at him kind of suspiciously, but sits him down and makes him the white tea as it's supposed to be: hot, brewed from a teapot, drunk from a teacup. With absolutely no mango.

At some point, he admits that he came over to scope out the competition. Wei Wuxian laughs, and looks at the gaggle of teenagers falling over themselves trying to get into his door opposite, and then the four different architect offices that seem to have set up office space in LWJ's shop, and suggests that they probably have different clientele.

After that LWJ goes to visit again, this time mentally prepared, and asks WWX for a recommendation. (Wei Wuxian gives him increasingly bizarre but complementary combinations, partially to fuck with him and partially to show off his advanced palette.) WWX comes over so he can discuss actual tea, and teases him by suggesting that he serve it with a dollop of aloe vera or custard pudding. (LWJ serves him tea with a custard pudding that he bought especially on the side the next time. WWX uploads a picture to Weibo accompanied by hearts and a caption of 'special service just for lil old me??', and then insists on sharing it and feeds him some using the single tiny teaspoon.)

WWX is the loudest thing in LWJ's shop and LWJ does not mind at all.

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satan-chillin · 3 years

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Hereafter (2/7)

Wei Wuxian is sent off of Cloud Recesses, bade by his fathers to "have fun and make friends" which, now that he thinks about it, sounds like a gross oversimplification of what the next six months away from home will entail.

If he happens to form unlikely connections, start a matchmaking, and gets unwittingly involved in the presently strained political state of the cultivation world, those are just par for the course.

Chasing after one of the famed Twin Jades of Lan, however, is an added bonus.

(Or, WWX was sent to Gusu by his fathers Wen Kexing & Zhou Zishu)

Part 2 of Spirited Away Series. Part 1 here.

Also available in Ao3. Hereafter Chapter 1 here.

❆❆❆

Putting aside the Wen debacle in the orientation day and his shixiong’s leave—which Chengling had done after waiting for Wei Wuxian’s first classes to end so he could bid his junior a proper farewell—his first week was rather promising.

For one thing, he finally had the name of that Lan Disciple: Lan Zhan, courtesy name Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian shouldn’t be surprised at the name given his display of dedication; he, of course, elected not to call him that. Lan Zhan rolled off the tongue more than Lan Wangji.

“You’re quite bold, aren’t you?” was Nie Huaisang response to that. He was a fast acquaintance and a faster friend who found Wei Wuxian a quick study and who in turn Wei Wuxian also found interesting. They got along like house on fire especially during the times Nie Huaisang proved to be a trove of gossips within the cultivation world. “I’ve known him longer, but I won’t dare address one of the Twin Jades of Lan informally."

Twin Jades sounded fitting. Notwithstanding Lan Xichen’s warm disposition and Lan Zhan’s standoffish character, Wei Wuxian could somehow understand how the brothers were said to be similar in appearance—at a glance, that was. He was quite proud to admit that he could spot numerous differences between them aside from the eyes.

Wei Wuxian hummed, absently remembering the forehead ribbon he had snatched and safely kept in a pouch at the bottom of his chest. For safekeeping. Not that it was terribly missed, he thought, not after he last noticed Lan Zhan wearing a new one.

“And you?” he asked. “What do they call you?”

“I might have earned the title of the Most Useless Young Master,” Nie Huaisang replied blithely. “I haven’t heard it directly from anyone, mind, but Wanyin might have mentioned it in passing.”

At the careless shrug Wei Wuxian got in response to his incredulous blink, he scoffed. Alright, so Nie Huaisang might not have the making of a standard cultivator—belonging from a prominent sect famous for their prowess with the saber and as a younger brother of a known cultivator might have demanded more than the average from him—but he was far from useless. While he was aware of his complete lack of martial talent combined with a weak golden core, Nie Huaisang excelled in the other aspects like the finer arts and literature.

The first time they interacted, Wei Wuxian had mistakenly thought that he cultivated with a fan and wielded it in place of a sword, but instead, they had ended up discussing the finer details of the intricate painting on his fan. Wei Wuxian lacked the aptitude for painting despite liking to watch a-die paint, and Nie Huaisang, with his own creation depicting the mountains of his homeland, was outstanding in his own right for their age.

From what Wei Wuxian knew of the Qinghe Nie Sect, Nie Huaisang must be the polar opposite of their values, with his slight build, meek personality, and overall soft nature. You’d look at him and see someone to protect instead of a protector—the impression which Wei Wuxian might have instinctually adopted as the truth. Not to mention that he was already piling up plenty of owed favor after Nie Huaisang handled the previously unruly raven Chengling left for him as a messenger bird between Four Seasons Sect and Cloud Recesses. Nie Huaisang had not only adeptly tamed the raven; he was also going into the trouble of keeping it from stern eyes together with the variety of his kept birds caught in interest.

Up to this day, Wei Wuxian still didn’t know how the raven remained silent.

“You’re not useless,” he argued, though Nie Huaisang’s pout said that he was more offended by that. “What I’m asking is what they call you if the Lan has the Twin Jades. Surely the Nie Sect aren’t blind and can see that they have an attractive young master.”

Nie Huaisang blinked at him in disbelief before an endearing tint of red broke across his cheeks that he hastily hid behind his fan. “Wei-xiong! D-Don’t say embarrassing things like that!”

Oh ho, Wei Wuxian thought gleefully. Who would have thought that a young master was unused to compliments? And he thought that was only Lan Zhan. Smirking, he touched the top of the fan with a finger and brought it down to uncover Nie Huaisang’s face teasingly.

“Huaisang!”

A scowling young master came approaching with thundering steps. Wei Wuxian racked his mind for a name; Jiang Wanyin, if he recalled correctly, who Nie Huaisang was quite close to.

He went to make a gesture of a formal greeting when Jiang Wanyin outright ignored him in favor of Nie Huaisang, glaring down at him as he barked, “Where have you been? You promised A-jie you’ll join us for lunch.”

“Ah, sorry, Wanyin. I kinda forgot,” came the nervous reply. “I’ll make it up to Yanli-jie. Promise!” Nie Huaisang glanced between Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin. “Speaking of which, you two haven’t been introduced yet, have you?”

“We haven’t,” Wei Wuxian said. Standing straighter, he bowed and introduced himself. Oddly enough, the mention of his name merely deepened Jiang Wanyin’s scowl, though he was not remiss in his courtesy, a little curt it might be. “Nie-xiong and I lost track of time when he showed me how to track that rosefinch by the stream.”

“Wanyin, you should come with us next time,” Nie Huaisang eagerly said. “You can teach us how to fish.” At Wei Wuxian, he shared, “Yunmeng Jiang is based in Lotus Pier so they’re near a big lake. Their disciples are very good swimmers, and Wanyin here is one of the best.”

Interestingly, Jiang Wanyin’s face colored—truly, what was with the young masters here being unused to a little bit of compliment?—though he hid it with a clearing of his throat. He didn’t seem keen to engage with Wei Wuxian in a conversation, electing to mutter, “I’ve taught you before.”

“That was years ago! You can’t expect me to remember how when I can’t even remember the lesson earlier.”

“Says the person who can memorize an anthology,” inputted Wei Wuxian. “Which reminds me—drop by later tonight. I’m going to show you something.” Nie Huaisang would definitely like his baba’s written poems.

“There’s a curfew at nine,” Jiang Wanyin retorted, crossing his arms in disapproval. “Your brother won’t like it if he heard you’ve been fooling around,” he admonished Nie Huaisang.

“Da-ge knows I’m fooling around though. Besides, what makes you think we’ll be caught?”

Wei Wuxian nodded sagely. “Nie-xiong will provide the silencing talisman, and I have an extra measure of security in my room. You’re invited too, Young Master Jiang. I’ll supply the alcohol, of course, but you have to bring in something too. Peanuts, maybe?”

“Wanyin, Yanli-jie still has lotus seeds, right?” Nie Huaisang asked. He nudged Wei Wuxian. “You have to try them.”

“Alcohol is forbidden here.” With Jiang Wanyin’s impassioned reminder, one would think he was doing very well mimicking an uptight Lan Disciple. “Just because you like breaking rules from day one means you can drag others into doing the same.”

And, oh, that was for Wei Wuxian.

Nie Huaisang smacked his folded fan on Jiang Wanyin’s arm with a resounding hit which would have been amusing, seeing as he was also adorably glaring like an angry puppy, if Wei Wuxian wasn’t befuddled at the sudden hostility from basically a stranger. It was enough, however, to send Jiang Wanyin into confused indignation that Nie Huaisang took advantage of, bodily turning him by the shoulders and dragging-ly pushed him with merely a yell of a “Later, Wei-xiong!” before hurrying away.

Wei Wuxian watched their backs, distantly hearing the unintelligible noise of bickering, and wondered what to make of Jiang Wanyin’s peculiar attitude towards him.

❆❆❆

He heard the coded knock at the exact time, and Nie Huaisang slipped in noiselessly alone.

“I went to Wanyin first. He’s already sleeping,” he said sheepishly. “Sorry about earlier. Wanyin has a temper, but he’s not normally that rude.”

Wei Wuxian waved a hand dismissively. He expected this already. “It’s done, Nie-xiong. Don’t sweat it.” Though he would rather not have Nie Huaisang apologizing when he wasn’t the impolite one in the first place.

He smiled, easing the tension on Nie Huaisang’s shoulders. With Wei Wuxian’s permission, he set on placing the silencing talismans. He observed him work, whistling lowly; he had to learn how to recreate those.

Once Nie Huaisang was done, Wei Wuxian did his own magic, gesturing at Nie Huaisang to crouch next to him. He watched with curiosity at the wooden cube half the size of a palm inlaid with a square of metal that Wei Wuxian placed where the edges of the doors meet. Pressing the metal that served as a button, tiny, curved, iron barbs embedded themselves on the wooden frame.

“There! No one will barge in on us.” At Nie Huaisang’s rapt stare, he explained, “It’s a mechanism from Longyuan Valley. They have all sorts of toys there, from locks to specialized boxes, but the most fascinating are their traps and the structure of the Longyuan Cabinet itself.”

He went into a narration of the brief history of Longyuan and how his shixiong came to be its sole disciple. Nie Huaisang was a great listener, especially when Wei Wuxian launched into tales about his known home in the middle of sharing a jar of wine.

“You know, some of our scrolls said that our clan founder originated from jianghu,” he said. “He was a butcher, but that’s as much as we know of him.”

It wouldn’t be surprising if it was true. The people of the Nie Sect were martially inclined, famous for the typical aggression that characterized the pugilists in general. Wei Wuxian would also bet that way before there had been no clear distinction between cultivators and those who did not cultivate in the same manner.

“Maybe our ancestor was like one of those martial artists who managed to achieve immortality. It’s not like they’re different from cultivators who cultivated longevity,” Nie Huaisang speculated, hiccuping slightly. “We have this regular guest in the Unclean Realm who’s not a cultivator but is a semi-immortal, I think.”

“Semi-immortal?”

“I remember seeing him around since I was a kid, and he still looks young except he has more white in his hair. It suits him since he wears all white, and if anything, he looks handsome. Da-ge thinks so too, even if he's shy to say it aloud. I know him! Not that he needs more reason to like him because he’s really strong and likes to spar as much as da-ge. He gets really happy for weeks when he’s around.”

Wei Wuxian chuckled. Oddly enough, the white attire and wisps of white hair reminded him abruptly of a certain sour grandpa who he hadn’t seen for quite some time now. Grandpa Ye’s last visit at the Four Seasons Sect was three months ago.

Eventually, he remembered why he invited Nie Huaisang in his quarters past curfew, though he might be a little late in remembering seeing as they were already slurring by the time they perused baba’s original poems. At one point, Wei Wuxian whipped out his dizi, belting out random notes while Nie Huaisang whacked the table as an accompaniment, all the while singing praise to the great poet that was Wei Wuxian’s father and loudly claiming that he was ashamed of himself for not knowing him.

Thank the gods for the silencing talismans.

❆❆❆

If Wei Wuxian was asked, he’d say that it was a coincidence to stumble upon the clearing near the back hills of Cloud Recesses. If he happened to have heard that a certain young master could be found around this area, well.

A glare greeted Wei Wuxian. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m strolling the grounds and simply came across a young master diligently practicing his drills,” Wei Wuxian said airily. “Go on, Young Master Jiang.”

Jiang Wanyin clicked his tongue. “And enjoy a free commentary? No, thank you.”

“Fine. You’ll hear nothing from me. I’d love to watch and study forms from different cultivation sects. Lan Zhan made an exhibition of his, though I’m curious to see more of Lan Sect.” Jiang Wanyin looked as if he was torn between asking how in the hell he fought the Second Young Master Lan and responding with silence to discourage Wei Wuxian’s presence. The joke was on him if he thought he could send Wei Wuxian away that easy. “It was quite an evening,” he said wistfully. “In the blue night, he stands in the dark svelte and urgent. ”

Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes and turned his back, completely missing the mischievous grin. Wei Wuxian reclined languidly once Jiang Wanyin continued with his training.

He moved like someone who began training at a young age, likely as young or younger than Wei Wuxian when a-die started instructing him. While his movements were not the fluid motion of Lan Zhan, Jiang Wanyin’s were just as solid with a different center for his foundation. He had a long torso and upper limbs—a swimmer’s build that might have influenced his prioritizing of strength over stealth.

“Your form is crooked,” Wei Wuxian called. While not as adept as Lan Zhan, it wasn’t necessarily a poor balance; call him petty, but this was his payback for their previous encounter. “Your right is your dominant side, isn’t it? Placing your left foot behind your right will abort your turn halfway.”

Jiang Wanyin threw a scowl past his shoulders but minutely corrected his posture. “I’m ambidextrous,” he argued.

“Yes, that’s very amazing of you, Young Master Jiang,” came the instant reply that further irked him. “I heard that Yunmeng Jiang practices archery. Your skills must be superb.”

“It’s a rudimentary skill any Jiang Disciple should learn.” Jiang Wanyin turned to him without sheathing his sword. “And you? What does your sect specialize in?” Coming from him, the question was akin to a demand.

“Plenty,” Wei Wuxian said. “My fathers are masters of different martial arts, but they use different weapons. A-die taught me the sword, and baba the fan. There’s also a skill in disguises passed down from generation to generation by Four Seasons Lords so a-die does the same but only to those interested. Baba originally came from a family of healers so he also teaches what he learned from his father. Four Seasons Sect is connected to two more sects because of its First Disciple, my shixiong, Zhang Chengling, and through that link, Four Seasons adopted other forms of teaching to disperse among its inner and guests disciples. If you’re looking for a single specialization our sect is known for, I can’t give you a definite one since we’re more of a sum of many parts.”

Jiang Wanyin looked at him peculiarly, and Wei Wuxian could see several questions running through his head yet voiced none. Then Jiang Wanyin’s scowl morphed into a perpetual frown instead. “Is that how they met your parents?”

Wei Wuxian was perplexed. “What?”

“Your masters… fathers. They sound like worldly people. Did they meet your birth parents on the road or did they come across your sect first?” Jiang Wanyin hesitated before adding, “I know you—or at least, I’ve heard of you before from my father. He said he was close friends with your birth father, Wei Changze. He used to be a Yunmeng Jiang Disciple who became a rogue cultivator when he married your mother, Cangse Sanren, a student of the immortal Baoshan Sanren.” At Wei Wuxian’s wide eyes at every word that spilled out of his mouth, Jiang Wanyin paused. “Wait. You don’t know this?”

“I—I don’t. I’ve never—I don’t know anything about my birth parents aside from their names and occupation before they passed away.”

And Wei Wuxian used to believe that he already made peace with the knowledge, or the lack thereof. He had a father and mother who birthed him to this world, and he also had two fathers he grew up loving as his true parents, the family that he recognized. But to think that someone actually knew about his birth parents that he could remember merely vague faces of.

It was… it was…

“Oi. Don’t cry!” Jiang Wanyin said urgently. His panic, Wei Wuxian found subconsciously, was kind of funny. “I’ll tell you more—just don’t cry!”

“Okay.” Wei Wuxian wiped his face hastily. “You said you heard my name before?”

Jiang Wanyin swallowed but nodded awkwardly once he was sure that Wei Wuxian wouldn’t go crying on him again. “My father looked for you,” he said, stooping down next to him. “The news of your parents' death reached him a year late. He searched everywhere, even the streets, but he couldn't find you. If he had, then he would’ve brought you home to Lotus Pier to raise you.” He shuffled on his feet. “He kept looking for you for years, and I think he gave up when he thought you died. He mourned for you and your family. He had no idea that you were somewhere far away.”

“I was in the streets,” Wei Wuxian whispered. “I remembered that much. I think your father would have found me if baba hadn’t done so first. He… came across me in the middle of a snowstorm and brought me to his home and to a-die.” He smiled. “My home.”

He would have a different life raised next to Jiang Wanyin, calling Jiang Wanyin’s father as his too, but Wei Wuxian couldn’t imagine a life where it wasn’t his a-die who spoonfed and carried him around the Four Seasons Manor that first night he woke up with them, where it wasn’t baba who took him away from the cold and brought him to the warmth and called him ‘little one’.

It warmed Wei Wuxian’s heart to discover that his birth parents had people who had cared for them, and, by extension, him. Perhaps it was a tad selfish of him to be glad that Jiang Wanyin’s father had not found him, that Wei Wuxian would willingly endure the snow and hunger if it meant having the years he would have with his fathers.

“Thank you for telling me, Jiang-xiong.”

❆❆❆

They wouldn’t call each other friends just yet, but with Jiang Wanyin’s increasingly constant presence, Wei Wuxian could probably call him an acquaintance.

Well, he had looked after far more difficult children before.

Jiang Wanyin took it as a personal offense that Wei Wuxian lacked the basic knowledge of creating simple talismans and decided to take up the mantle of a tutor; a tutor with an incredibly short fuse for patience that his student couldn’t resist goading. As recompense, he would invite himself to Jiang Wanyin’s daily drills, offering a regular training opponent that was reluctantly accepted at first until Wei Wuxian wiped the ground with him.

They never spoke again of his birth parents, though he doubted that Jiang Wanyin had more to say beyond what his father had told him. If Wei Wuxian wished to learn more, he would have to reach out to Sect Leader Jiang.

He sighed, unable to concentrate. He escaped the confines of his room to get some air. He couldn’t sleep, and he’d rather not seek the assistance of alcohol tonight. A-die had told him once that there was no comfort of reprieve in drunkenness, only an added headache in the next morning.

It was baba’s xiao that had done wonders on the random evenings he was plagued with insomnia. Baba wasn’t here now so Wei Wuxian would have to resolve this himself. Bringing the flute to his lips, out flew the notes of his favorite ballad that baba used to play for him about a ghost king who met a wanderer with three years of his life left.

Then, as if beckoned by the lulling of the music, a Jade in white descended in front of Wei Wuxian, enrapturing as always.

He smiled. “Hello, Lan Zhan.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #shl fic #cql #chen qing ling #mdzs #untamed fic #crossover #wangxian #wei wuxain #lan wangji #the untamed #word of honor #wwx gets adopted by wenzhou

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Omg I thought I was the only one who thought MDZS is a better written story. Like the major criticism that I have seen (that's not sex scenes) is the structure of the story and side characters, that a linear story like that in CQL would have been better and it should have had more focus on the side characters but I vehemently disagree. MDZS is about defying expectations and re evaluating the narrative, the purpose of the past in MDZS is to re- contextualise the present, every new information presented makes us rethink our stance, there is a reason that the story starts with declaring Wei Wuxian as the villain. Plus withholding information is essential for a mystery like?.

MDZS is also very character driven story with the major focus on Wei Wuxian, I don't think focusing excessively on side characters just for the sake of it achieves anything especially if it doesn't add anything to the plot, narrative or themes.

As far as TGCF goes I love it and I think it is MXTX’s most ambitious work. I think she went crazy with the worldbuilding but it requires so much editing and polishing to do considering TGCF as it exists now isn't even the final version (mxtx said she would heavily edit it and some things might be changed but she hasn't been active since 2 years). I think it's expansive world can be entertaining but also a drag.

I feel like that the way MDZS and TGCF are written are also affected by the the publishing site(JJWXC). MDZS is definitely the most experimental of the two and comparatively short . MXTX had complete control of her work because it hadn't reach such widespread popularity back then. Compare this to TGCF which is pay-by-chapter right from the start because mxtx's work is hot shit right now, JJWXC wanted to bank on the length of TGCF and mxtx was definitely encouraged to write longer. I am just parroting what the Chinese fandom has to say about this but also I absolutely agree

yeah ummm the cql style linear story was super boring n hard for me to watch and the similar tgcf thing with huge chunks was hard to read like i guess it can be hard to follow idk but i have adhd so my style is just preferring shorter bites i wouldn't want to go through the whole sunshot campaign and meng yao arc and shit all at once and like u said the way the past is constantly recontextualised.... like in the audio drama finding out abt the cave scene right at the end n seeing wwxs actions and lwjs reactions in a whole new way at the same time as wwx himself for example is sooo good.... like tgcf doesn't try to withhold information in the same way really like it's kind of obvious that this guy is san lang and this guy is san lang and this guy is also san lang <3 which I think is fine but then those scenes have no mystery to drive them so they could've been way shorter!

also yeah i think tgcf is very ambitious and to be fair when I try to think about what could be edited out i start to see how each part is useful to the plot or the characters BUT that's what an editor is for because there is just a lot going on and it could use some quality control and focus (to be fair i reckon the donghua will do a lot of editing to some extent bc they are going to have to). also it frustrates me at times that all that world building sets up a LOT of things to explore and then doesn't necessarily explore all of them so again it could use an edit like don't introduce a theme if u aren't going to explore it -_- it is good for fans though in how it offers a lot for fans to explore themselves and other stuff like the whole debacle with babyified hua cheng feels a lot like fanservice and an unnecessary tangent but at the same time like ppl love drawing fanart of it lol.

also that's a point i hadnr thought about at all like if tgcf was pay by chapter then... yep. like I think it could do with a serious bit of editing to the point it sometimes feels much more amateurish than mdzs ever does, but why would u want to edit it down if ur being paid per chapter. -_-

#ask #anon #the good bits of tgcf are unreal like i think mdzs has some boring and meh parts and like #less romance really until the end. thank u donghua for hyping up the romance lmao #but tgcf has several like wtf moments and several weird tangents that just make it weaker as a whole even though the central romance is #so strong

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okay like a lot of people cql is what introduced me to the series and i’m really grateful for that but after reading the novel/looking into the other adaptations i’m not sure i’ll ever be able to rewatch it dfgjjksjs bc like....in comparison to every other adaptation of mdzs, cql is a ham sandwich honestly....it’s just so stale lol. like putting that ending aside (that everyone seems to convince themselves is better that wx getting married. okay 🤨) there are just so many scenes that me me go ??????? now that i’ve looked into other content. a lot of it was censorship which is fully expected but even the donghua has done a better job at A LOT of stuff. that being said i’m glad that i watched cql before consuming any other mdzs media bc i probably wouldn’t have been able to finish out of disappointment lmfao

Yeah, CQL is like... It’s fine, I guess? Nice when you want something that you don’t really need to think all that hard about. But if you want something with real depth (and canon gays, can’t forget the canon gays) it’s... really not worth the time it’ll take to watch. And the fucking plot holes are so fucking bad, come on. Also yes re the confusion at “Yeah I know I said I’d stay with WWX forever but this job I never showed any interest in and am not in any way qualified for exists so I’m going to abandon him” being taken as a better ending than canon gay marriage. Honestly even with the gay subtext, I’d argue that fucking... Nirvana in Fire has better subtext? For one thing there isn’t massive over-reliance on swelling music and held gazes to signify Romance. And NiF isn’t even based on a danmei!

Personally I’m glad I didn’t start with CQL, because I suspect if I had I never would’ve gotten into MDZS. Like... it just didn’t grab me at all even when I did have a preexisting attachment to the characters and story, I doubt I would’ve bothered with the novel if I watched CQL first and saw the fandom insisting it was sooooooooooo much better.

#cql negativity #also i should watch nif again #...come to think of it i never finished #got distracted by something else #anon #asks

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angstymdzsthoughts · 4 years

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[kiyoku tadashiku utsuku shiku (by yamamoto ataru) inspired au] little alpha!lwj wanders away from the adults during a banquet at lotus pier and sees little omega!wwx. lwj is captivated, staring wide-eyed at this beautiful lively boy smiling at him and asking for his name. after introducing themselves, lwj admires the lotuses around wwx's secluded little pavilion. wwx tells lwj that he is sick of seeing the lotuses every single day. wwx wishes he could go and explore the world, but he's not allowed to leave the pavilion. wwx asks if lwj will stay and play together with him more. then lwj sees the collar around the wwx's neck. lwj hears his father's warning in his mind, 'listen closely, a-zhan. don't get involved with them, even when you're older. that collar is proof of their indecency. they are omega. we are alpha. they are monsters that will devour you, starting with your mind!' so lwj reels back in horror, shouting "i can't. i can't talk to you anymore. because, they told me not to play with omegas!" lwj runs away while wwx stands shell-shocked in hurt, thinking to himself "it's just like father said. a while longer, and he would have devoured my heart!" in the years coming after this, lwj comes to greatly regret that meeting, and the hurt he must have caused the wwx. the next time lwj sees wwx is at the wen indoctrination camp. fortunately, jfm has secretly been training wwx in cultivation and giving him access to books against yzy's knowledge, so wwx is able to help lwj kill the xuanwu. lwj tried to apologize to wwx for their first meeting, only to be brushed off by wwx saying "is that not simply how it is?" afterwards, once they have managed to break out of the cave, no one comes for wwx and he is captured by qsw again. lotus pier still gets burnt, but everyone survives and no one loses their golden core. after being berated by wrh for his failure to massacre lotus pier, wc takes his frustration out by torturing wwx and then throwing him in the burial mounds. when wwx gets out and begins to massacre the wen outposts, he catches wrh's attention. instead of being found by lwj and jc, wrh captures wwx after wwx kills wc and wzl. he forcefully bonds wwx and uses alpha compulsion to force wwx to aid him against the sunshot campaign. thus, wwx becomes one of the most hated enemies in the sunshot campaign even if there is an objective understanding that he technically cannot disobey his alpha. the sunshot campaign nonetheless manages to succeed after jgy assassinates wrh. jgs orders jgy to bring him wwx before anyone else can get to him. wwx is in bad shape physically and mentally from his time with wrh and the forced breaking of the bond. jgs takes this chance to bond wwx and gain control over wwx's abilities. and ofc, bc it's jgs, take the chance to gain a new fcktoy with the added bonus of a power trip. lwj has never regretted not helping wwx more when he had the chance. the most he is able to do is funnel his despair into getting nhs, nmj, lxc, and somehow jzx to save the wen remnants. idk either this just ends badly or somehow lwj allies with jyl-after she gets married to jzx and they have jl-to uncover jgs/jgy's crimes/plans amd they eventually manage to free wwx and endgame wangxian with adopted wen yuan happens.

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robininthelabyrinth · 4 years

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Strange Creatures Brothers Be (aka WWX & NMJ sworn brothers) - part 1, part 2, part 3

“Not in a million years,” Wei Wuxian said flatly. “We could all reincarnate a thousand times over, and the answer will still be no.”

Lan Xichen seemed surprised by his refusal, or perhaps merely the vehemence of it. “Is there a reason you won’t consider it, Wei-gongzi? As you know, sworn brotherhood has many advantages for both sides –”

“No. You wanted to ask me: I answered. No.”

“It’s bad luck to have a brotherhood of four,” Nie Mingjue opined, offering up a face-saving reason when it was clear to anyone who had eyes that Wei Wuxian wasn’t the sort of person to be deterred by superstition, especially superstition around death and dying. He would be a very poor demonic cultivator if he were. “Besides, Xichen, even if we aren’t sworn brothers, we are friends who went through life and death together – that’s a bond in itself, a well-respected one.”

Friends of life and death was, in fact, a well-recognized bond between men. It just wasn’t as good as being sworn brothers.

Take that, Meng Yao.

…in reflection, Wei Wuxian will admit that his motives to reject Lan Xichen’s proposal were, perhaps, somewhat petty.

Lan Xichen clearly wanted to establish a close tie between them, to balance his old friendship with Nie Mingjue with his new closeness with Meng Yao, to help Nie Mingjue repair his relationship with his old deputy. Just as clearly, Nie Mingjue was halfway seduced by Lan Xichen’s arguments that being sworn brothers would give him the ability to act as a guide and check to Meng Yao, to help him the way he had previously (and still) helped Wei Wuxian.

And Meng Yao –

Meng Yao probably just wanted to leverage it for his own personal promotion, the rotten snake. Scheming fox.

Dog.

Wei Wuxian was aware that his hatred for the other man might be a little irrational.

After all, Meng Yao had explained, and oh so very earnestly, too, how he had had no choice but to take certain actions necessary to lead to Wen Ruohan’s demise: the bodies of the Nie cultivators he’d killed, the cruel words and vicious strikes he’d subjected Nie Mingjue to, even citing as necessary that Wen Ruohan be distracted by the joy of Nie Mingjue’s capture, which obviously he’d arranged himself by sending false information through Lan Xichen.

Three days and nights of torture, Wei Wuxian growled in his heart, no matter that Nie Mingjue was already shrugging it off – he really would do anything if it helped the war, and while that may have benefited Wei Wuxian once before, such blatant disregard for his own well-being was no longer acceptable now that they were sworn brothers themselves. Mark your words, da-ge; if you want me to care for myself, you’d better do the same!

And of course Lan Xichen took the dog’s side, arguing that he knew Meng Yao, that Nie Mingjue knew Meng Yao, that his motives were just even if the actions were questionable –

“What about his actions in Langya?” Nie Mingjue had shouted when Lan Xichen had first raised the idea to him. Wei Wuxian had overheard him from the next room over, still in bed and recovering the way Nie Mingjue should have been doing - but Wei Wuxian wasn’t a sect leader, with all the obligations and duties that came with it; Nie Mingjue had had to drag himself out of bed far too early to deal with it all, and now he had to deal with this, too. “The premeditated murder of his own superior…!”

Wei Wuxian hadn’t heard Lan Xichen’s defense to that, too low to be listened in on, but whatever he’d said, it had been convincing enough to get through Nie Mingjue’s defenses, to wiggle in through the cracks created by old affection –

That was the worst of it, in Wei Wuxian’s opinion.

Nie Mingjue liked Meng Yao.

He had liked him very much once, and still did: Wei Wuxian was painfully aware of that, even though Nie Mingjue had never talked to him about it. It had been obvious even before from the way Nie Mingjue had continued to search for him, clearly hoping to find him safe even as he claimed he wanted to kill him or break his legs, and it was even more obvious now, when the newly dubbed Lianfeng-zun was trying very hard to get back into his good graces.

The chance to help someone he had once cared for, someone he believed needed the help desperately, someone who had wandered off the road of righteousness but could still come back if only someone held out a hand in trust…yes, that was the right way to appeal to someone like Nie Mingjue.

Pity there was a roadblock there, name of Wei Wuxian.

Sometimes Wei Wuxian wondered if his hatred of Meng Yao was truly justified, the way he thought it was. Was the man truly as vile and conniving as he thought? Or was he just drinking vinegar, filled to the brim with petty jealousy that his adored big brother liked someone else too? Spying meant doing things you didn’t like, after all, and the reasons were so seductively convincing…

But Wei Wuxian was petty where Nie Mingjue was not: even if the motive for his refusal was just jealousy, the answer was still no.

It was a good thing that Nie Mingjue was a good brother to those he already had first, willing to help others second: even though he’d been clearly tempted by Lan Xichen’s forthright words and Meng Yao’s slippery arguments, he insisted on consulting Wei Wuxian for his views, since he would be at minimum affected if not explicitly involved.

Wei Wuxian had never once doubted that when he refused, Nie Mingjue would back him entirely.

“Four isn’t always a bad number,” Meng Yao said, and his voice was as pleasant as a rippling brook, his entire demeanor friendly and harmless, as if he only think he wanted or could ever want was to be of service. “After all, with the four of us bound together, we would have a representative from each of the sects: Nie, Lan, Jiang, and Jin.”

“Jin? Has your father accepted you, then?” Lan Xichen asked, attention distracted, and he smiled broadly when Meng Yao inclined his head with a shy smile that Wei Wuxian desperately wanted to punch off his face. “A-Yao! That’s wonderful!”

“There will be a formal ceremony later this week, to which you are all invited,” Meng Yao said. “But he has already recognized me before his attendants, and has even given me the name ‘Jin Guangyao’.”

“Great name,” Wei Wuxian said. “So thoughtful of him to make you part of the older generation, rather than the inheriting one.”

Nie Mingjue somehow managed to make stamping on Wei Wuxian’s foot look as if he were merely shifting his weight from one side to the other. “Congratulations,” he said, and even managed to sound mostly sincere. “I wish you much happiness for having obtained the result you have been striving for.”

Mostly sincere.

Lan Xichen looked a little disappointed in them both.

(It wasn’t nearly as effective as Lan Wangji’s disappointed look, though, so Wei Wuxian considered himself immune.)

“Sadly, we’ve already promised Jiang Cheng that we’d go with him to the Lotus Pier for the second half of the week,” Wei Wuxian said, lying through his teeth with a smile. “With the Nightless City having finally fallen, I need to go light incense for Uncle Jiang and Madame Yu, and I invited da-ge. I need to introduce him, after all.”

There was a flicker of irritation on Meng Yao’s face, quickly suppressed. He was going to say something, probably a suggestion of rescheduling since the dead wouldn’t mind but phrased in a nice pretty neat way that would almost not sound like an insult to Wei Wuxian’s intelligence, when Nie Mingjue nodded.

“And after the Lotus Pier, we must return to the Unclean Realm,” he said. “For much the same purpose. Those who died at Wen Ruohan’s hand or by his order deserve to know that their deaths have been avenged.”

Whatever argument Meng Yao might have been able to muster died at once; Wei Wuixan gleefully hoped he would choke on it. He didn’t even mind the fact that he was now (apparently) committed to going to the Unclean Realm – if anything, that was a good thing, since it’d get him away from the work of rebuilding the Jiang sect.

Something he still hadn’t found a good excuse to avoid.

“I will of course write a letter to Sect Leader Jin congratulating you both on the event,” Nie Mingjue continued, because he was a better person than Wei Wuxian and far too kindly disposed towards Meng Yao. “It will formally recognize you as being my friend of life and death – you can have it read aloud, if that would help.”

If even Nie Mingjue could figure out that their presence was being requested to bolster Meng Yao’s political standing, Meng Yao had clearly been too obvious – he immediately demurred, insisting that he had only wanted to share the joy of the day with them, and only Lan Xichen pretended to believe him.

Maybe he did. More fool he, if so.

After they left, Nie Mingjue turned and leveled Wei Wuxian with a look.

Wei Wuxian grinned shamelessly back. “Next time, ask before announcing changes to your schedule?”

Nie Mingjue looked as though he was on the verge of rolling his eyes. “You’re my sworn brother; if you need me to lie for you, I will do so without requiring explanation,” he said dismissively, as if it was nothing, as if it was obvious, and that was why Wei Wuxian had used the Stygian Tiger Seal for this man. “What I want to know is – why do you dislike Meng Yao?”

Wei Wuxian crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Why are you asking me? You don’t like him, either.”

“I mistrust him,” Nie Mingjue corrected him. “I believe he’s gone down the wrong path – that he’s still focused on glory instead of righteousness, on what people can do for him rather than what he can do for them. Moreover, I’m concerned that the Jin sect will only aggravate those tendencies, and I hope to see him return instead to the man I know he can be. You, on the other hand, actively dislike him. Why?”

There were plenty of reasons, most of them childish – Wei Wuxian would rather die than say it was because Nie Mingjue liked him so much, he felt like Jiang Cheng just thinking it – but the first one, the foremost one, was simple.

“He shouldn’t have said what he said to you,” Wei Wuxian said. “In the Sun Palace. You shared your weakness with him, and he used it against you – it doesn’t matter if it was to keep up his identity or not, he shouldn’t have done it.”

Personally, Wei Wuxian suspected the answer was not. Even before he’d known who Meng Yao was and what he’d done before, he’d heard – as Nie Mingjue, injured, blinded by blood and deafened by pain, had not – the shades of real pleasure in Meng Yao’s voice as he’d mocked Nie Mingjue.

When later, he found that Meng Yao had castigated Nie Mingjue for not understanding him, portraying his lust for glory and power as if it were something virtuous, when he’d heard the full story of Langya, he’d become certain of his conclusion: Meng Yao might have needed to say such cruel things in order to keep his cover, but he’d enjoyed doing it, too.

He’d liked seeing Nie Mingjue at his feet.

Wei Wuxian would never trust someone like that. Not ever, even if Nie Mingjue eventually did.

Nie Mingjue’s harsh features relaxed a little, something almost like a smile curling his lips. “You remember I’m the older brother, right? You don’t need to be offended in my defense.”

Wei Wuxian sniffed and turned his head away, suddenly (belatedly) sympathetic to Jiang Cheng for all the times he’d made a similar argument: that he was older, that he was born a servant, that he wasn’t as important in the great scheme of things…

No wonder it had always sent Jiang Cheng straight into a fury every time without fail. It was, in fact, incredibly irritating to be told that you could only ever be the protected one, never the protector.

“Well, as you know, I’m not very orthodox,” he said lightly. “You’ll just have to put up with it, I’m afraid.”

Nie Mingjue huffed, clearly amused. “Very well. Now that you’ve implicated me, go tell Jiang Cheng about the invitation you issued on his behalf before someone catches you out on your lie.”

Wei Wuxian grinned and sauntered off – Jiang Cheng would be among those helping purify the Nightless City of all the fierce corpses there, same as always.

They’d finally gotten it to the point that it no longer felt like fighting an uncontrollable forest fire and more like a normal night-hunt. Jiang Cheng had volunteered for practically every shift that was available, using it as informal training for his new disciples, and he went up there with them more often than not.

He hadn’t yet asked Wei Wuxian to join him, though it was only a matter of time – Suibian had been rather pointedly left on Wei Wuxian’s bedside, and it was only the fact that he’d been injured in the attack on the Nightless City that had served as an excuse. An excuse that wouldn’t last much longer.

That was a later problem, though.

“Lighting incense to let them know we’ve avenged them?” Jiang Cheng said when Wei Wuxian informed him of the plan. “Yes, that’s a good idea. We should bring jiejie, too; she hasn’t had an opportunity to go back to the Lotus Pier at all since – since before, anyway. I’ll go pick her up from the Jin camp, if you’ll stay and organize the training shifts for the next few rounds of night-hunting…will you and Sect Leader Nie meet us there when you’re done here?”

Arranging shifts was little more than paperwork. Wei Wuxian could do that, and Nie Mingjue would certainly assist with anything else that might need to be done, if it came to that.

It was good to have a big brother.

“Sounds good to me,” he said with a grin. “Tell shijie I’m looking forward to seeing her.”

“More like eating her soup, you pig,” Jiang Cheng said, rolling his eyes. “Tell Sect Leader Nie that he’s in for a treat…you’ll be going to Qinghe after, you said? For how long?”

“Da-ge didn’t say,” Wei Wuxian said, temporizing. It was a really good excuse to get out of the Lotus Pier, actually. “And we’re going to be friends of life and death with Sect Leader Lan and that dog Meng Yao, though now he’s going to start going by Jin Guangyao; we may need to visit them, too, to solidify it. Though hopefully not.”

Hopefully yes.

“Well, don’t be away too long,” Jiang Cheng said. “I need your help back home. Besides, the Jins have already started talking about setting up some sort of celebration – a hunt at Phoenix Mountain, I think. You have to join us there.”

“Oh, I’ll be there,” Wei Wuxian said. A hunt at Phoenix Mountain – he’d wager Meng Yao would be involved in setting it up, and it’d be a shame to miss that. Besides, it’d be a good opportunity to see some of the people he hadn’t seen in a while, like Lan Wangji.

He wondered if Lan Wangji would be happier now that Wei Wuxian, who’d been scared straight by his close encounter with disaster at the Nightless City, had started practicing some of the Nie sect techniques designed to help temper resentful energy in their saber spirits.

It helped. He hoped Lan Wangji would find comfort in that – maybe even be proud of him.

“I’ll definitely be there.”

#mdzs #wei wuxian #lan xichen #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #jiang cheng #my fic #my fics #strange creatures brothers be

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The one(s) who never stop searching

I sometimes wonder whether Hanguang Jun grew up with a role model, is there anyone he looks up to, or that just doesn’t exist because LWJ is too busy being admired and respected by pretty much everyone else (apart from his biggest anti-fan Su She).

Of course, he adores his soulmate. BUT, now rewatching the Coffin Town arc, I just really want to write something about LWJ and his admiration for Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan.

LWJ first met XXC and SL in episode 10 when checking out Chang clan’s manor in Yue Yang with WWX and JC. The duo captured Xue Yang there, and introduced themselves to the gang.

‘Xiao Xingchen, the moon in the breeze. Song Zichen, the Gentry despite the frost. Your decency is known to us’. This was probably the longest sentence LWJ said to another human being since the beginning of the series. Even his eyes scream ‘I’m a fan’ and makes WWX turn around in surprise.

During their later conversation as NHS and JGY arrive, XXC and SL talk about how they’re not interested in bloodlines and just cherish those with same ambitions. LWJ has obviously been listening very carefully, and even actually asks where they cultivate and how others can find them. I mean, since LWJ has not really opened up by that point, it’s truly impressive coming across new characters that manage to generate so much interest from LWJ within a very short time. Let me repeat. he even ASKS PERSONAL QUESTIONS!

His admiration becomes VERY clear just a few minutes after during the farewell scene. It’s probably only the 3rd time LWJ gives us a mellow facial expression since episode 1. He watches on as XXC and SL depart - quite a long look with a mix of emotions: appreciating, pondering, wondering, with a tiny bit of sorrow, somehow. He was clearly in his own world until WWX calls him back down to earth. He then gives his soulmate a soft look before nodding and following the gang. WWX clearly senses that LWJ has something in mind, as they walk, he turns and looks at LWJ.

This is how I interpret LWJ’s thought process in that sequence. As he looks on XXC and SL leaving, it feels like he has a bunch of ‘What if...’ questions in his head. Probably something along the line of ‘Darn, wouldn’t it be nice to just roam the world with your lifelong confidant, protect the weak, exorcise the evil without the burden of playing clan politics? What if I was not restricted by 3,500 rules at Gusu? What if I could actually live a life as in my name WangJi - to not seek fame or wealth, forget about worldly matters, and be at peace with the world?’. As soon as WWX calls him he turns around and.... ‘What if I could live that life with this person?’.

I’m convinced from this point, LWJ already has a vision in his head about going on adventures with his soulmate. We know he eventually got his dream come true from episode 34 onward, but it was a very very long and painful way for him to get there. At the end of episode 35, when filling WWX in about what happened to XXC and SL, LWJ was visibly upset which led him into having himself a drink. Some may argue that his frustration is due to people still shitting on WWX after all these years, or about the injustice related to Jin clan and Xue Yang rather than XXC and SL. I still think that being reminded of the duo’s tragic fate when talking to WWX does have some impact on LWJ’s emotion.

It was a clear case of extreme clan-related injustice that brought so much pain to the lives of 2 people who are not even attached to any sect whatsoever, 2 people who just purely wanted to protect the world from evil while not taking side. They were simply caught up in the whole major clans corruption shamble, and clearly the last people on earth who deserved to die/gone missing because of the clans’ mess. For someone who has long admired their decency, how would that NOT frustrate LWJ - someone who’s already in a long battle against injustice that screwed over his soulmate’s life?

Fast forward to the end of the Coffin Town arc in episode 39, it’s now revealed that Xue Yang murdered everyone at Snow White Pavilion, turned SL blind and led XXC to give his eyes to SL. As LWJ was searching for WWX, elsewhere, someone else was also looking for their other half. Unfortunately, SL arrived to find XXC being deceived by Xue Yang, and basically all of them ended up with tragic fates. Once all of the misunderstanding is finally clarified, we find WangXian and the junior disciples in front of A Qing’s grave. Once again, WWX notices LWJ being miles away in his own thoughts. He looks up and stares into his soulmate’s beautifully surreal face. It has an odd sense of relief in his vision, mixed with a bit of fear - a ‘close call’ type of fear, like... ‘Something even more awful could have happened’.

LWJ then mumbles ‘Fortunately...’ to a confused WWX and probably because of censorship, we never get to hear the end of that sentence. Putting in the context of everything that just happened to them, it’s not too difficult to work out that LWJ was acknowledging how extremely lucky he was being able to reunite with WWX safe and sound. Sadly, XXC and SL did not get that chance.

They then returned to XXC’s coffin to find SL. LWJ looks on, apologetically, as WWX gives SL what’s left of XXC’s spiritual cognition. Just a quick side note, I cry EVERY SINGLE TIME watching SL write in the soil with this sword ‘Roam this world with Frostwork. Exorcise evil beings alongside Xingchen’.

LWJ then looks up to SL and it feels so strongly that he wanted to say something. He’s been there - he saw his soulmate falling off the cliff. He started to invest most of his time searching for WWX, from appearing whenever chaos was to communicating with spirits asking for WWX’s whereabouts. 16 years of mourning the dead and living with the pain, feeling incomplete and empty without his counterpart.

LWJ is the only person who can relate to SL. And that’s probably why he knows there’s nothing to be said that could ease the pain. He proceeds to respectfully present SL with XXC’s Frostwork and bow.

LWJ, with sadness in his eyes, watches SL walk away, this time without XXC by his side. The scene cuts to WWX thinking to himself ‘I wonder if the two of them would be able to meet each other again’. The same thought must have gone through LWJ’s mind as well. WangXian then exchange a mournful look - if only the camera has stuck around longer for us right here, as I’m sure, this could have been the ‘We should be thankful that we are still standing in front of each other’.

I really appreciate The Untamed crew setting a good 3-episode arc aside to tell the tragic story of XXC/SL/XY the best way they could. It’s also a good idea to change the timeline of certain event so that XXC and SL cross path with WangXian in WWX’s first life, as it lets us see from very early on that LWJ is not just a rigid guy to follow rules all the time. He doesn’t have all the answers to everything in his life just because he reads all the books at Gusu. He does have certain insecurity and curiosity about a different path, now that there’s someone in his life that make it worth considering. It also provides more context to the unfortunate contrary between the fates of WangXian and SongXiao.

If you’re also impressed with this arc as much as I am, I would strongly recommend checking out the novel as it tells us a lot more about SongXiao origin story and how their feud with Xue Yang started. Besides the main couple whom all of us obviously stan, this storyline definitely impressed me the most rather than anything else. I really wish one day Song Lan would succeed in nursing Xiao Xingchen’s spiritual recognition back to wholeness and they would meet again.

#xiao xingchen #song lan #xue yang #wei wuxian #wei ying #yiling laozu #lan zhan #lan wangji #hanguang jun #the untamed #chen qing ling #mo dao zu shi #thoughts

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