the other fun thing is that the king fu clan leaders are not a particularly bright bunch to put it mildly and every time they show up with pitchforks Wei Wuxian asks them leading questions and they get confused and angry and start arguing with each other and grumble that they didn’t come here to talk they came here to fight like children who have stayed up too late.
love the way that Wei Wuxian immediately becomes the Cool Uncle for every kid he meets, even the ones who aren’t already his nephews.
biggest wrenching plot twist in history when the characters in The Untamed are about to have a high level conference to discuss all the wack shit that just happened but before they can begin an ex-prostitute walks in and blurts out “Meng Yao paid twenty of us to fuck his father to death, oh and he married his sister”.
Wei Wuxian has been dead for over a month when Lan Xichen hears music coming from the Jingshi.
Wangji is still too ill to move, the thin scabs across his back sometimes breaking and bleeding anew if he breathes too deeply. The playing is too tentative and uncertain to be his even if he could force himself to sit up straight for long enough to play the chords. It’s Healing, the music rough and uncertain but unmistakable, and he feels a rush of affection for whichever disciple has risked being thrown from their sect to sneak into his brother’s room as he sleeps to try to help him.
For a moment he considers turning around, pretending he never heard anything, but doesn’t. He is willing to overlook this. Uncle and the clan elders won’t be. Wangji is in seclusion and he has to heal on his own, under his own spiritual power, which he will. He’ll live and he’ll heal.
The thirty three lashes hadn’t killed him. He’ll live. He’ll heal. But he has to do it on his own.
He pushes open the door and freezes.
His brother’s guqin is playing itself. The strings are plucked slowly and carefully, but no one is there except his brother who lays unconscious on his stomach. He breathes in through his teeth, too quickly and too loudly, and the playing cuts off with a discordant twang.
The door closes on his face, nearly slamming except softening at the last second. He rushes to yank the door open again, but it doesn’t budge. Healing starts up again, and he bangs on the door, trying to rip it open with brute strength when talismans prove useless. There is something in there with injured baby brother. He tries a window next, which won’t move, won’t be shattered, but at least now he can see.
He should call for help, call for Uncle and the other disciples, but as he reaches for the talisman he sees something that makes him pause.
Rippling across the strings of the guqin are whisps of red spiritual energy.
Lan Xichen passes the night standing at the window, watching. Healing is played again and again, for hours, until the sky turns grey with morning, until it’s nearly but not quite five. The song is stronger and smoother at the end of the night than at the beginning.
When the song doesn’t start up again, he pushes the window. It opens easily. The door is the same, opening with no resistance.
He sits next to his brother, watching as his eyes slowly slide open. “Wangji,” he greets quietly, “how are you?”
Wangji looks at him. It doesn’t feel like he’s seeing him.
Lan Xichen leans forward and carefully lifts the sheet off of his brother’s back. His brother is a strong cultivator, one of the strongest of their generation, of course. Anything less and thirty three lashes would have killed him. But the thick scabs covering his skin are so much more than he’d had even when Lan Xichen saw him a week ago. There’s not even any blood on the sheet.
“You’re healing well,” he says, trying to keep his voice even.
Wangji’s face doesn’t so much as twitch.
He doesn’t know, then.
Lan Xichen can’t decide if Wei Wuxian’s ghost is acting out of kindness or cruelty by hiding itself from Wangji.
The Untamed is like I hope you aren’t interested in female characters lol
Jiang Cheng’s mother kills herself after her clan is slaughtered, Wen Chao’s concubine kills herself under the influence of malign energy, Meng Yao’s wife kills herself at his subliminal command as part of a plot, Yanli gets stabbed protecting Wei Wuxian, Wen Qing is executed along with Grandma Wen for crimes they had no part in, A-Qing is blinded by Xue Yang and then killed by him as she helps the others hunt him down, it’s a goddamn bloodbath out there.
let’s give it up to Mianmian, the one kung fu lady who is sensible enough to pack it all in and retire to the countryside and marry a farmer!
How would not people remember Wei Wuxian? He’s the only person who gets close to Hanguang-jun. He’s a clown. He causes chaos around. He is afraid of dogs. He does flute. He even remembered Wangxian. Now tell me, Yiling Laozu, how will our Hanguang-jun not remember you? >~<
I don’t want to hear it. If there was an SVSSS AU of MDZS, Nie Huisang would be the transmigrator, not WangXian
Better yet: he’s the author of this whole fucked up world and hating every minute of it
the supercut of all the times Wei Wuxian swoons in Lan Zhan’s arms is almost as long as the supercut of all the times Lan Zhan angrily looks away as Wei Wuxian flirts with somebody else.
like an oil tanker The Untamed takes about forty episodes to get up to speed but once moving it’s unstoppable! or at least it looks like it’s building to a reasonably strong conclusion with a satisfying emotional relationship arc, and that’s more than you can say for a lot of shows.
Glennan Doyle, “Untamed”
credits to my friend who only knows mdzs through osmosis but still he managed to make the funniest meme
ha Lan Zhan’s Song of Clarity is a bastardised version of this tune.
although as ineffectual as Lan Xichen often seems, he is genuinely willing to consider the evidence against Meng Yao despite finding the prospect of his guilt very unpleasant, and that’s a rare quality.
Lan Xichen to Lan Wangji: well you trust your boyfriend is innocent and I trust my boyfriend is innocent so it appears we are at an impasse.
at least they finally had a Moment where Wei Wuxian is on the steps surrounded by dudes with swords and he’s telling Lan Zhan to pretend he didn’t know who he was and Lan Zhan is like no you big doofus I’m not losing you again if you go down we’re going down together and it was like aww.
the Lan Clan has a library with a Forbidden Chamber hidden beneath it (accessible through a secret swivelling bookcase, naturally) and that chamber contains a section devoted to Evil Music with a Collection of Torment that contains tunes which if played with sufficient intensity can kill you, now I’m just trying to find the nightcore remixes.
ironically if you played the Song of Clarity on repeat while keeping someone on hold it probably would reverse their qi flow and sever all their meridians and make blood explode out of their eyeballs in mad fury.