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My second prompt for Wangxian Against Ice completed! This time the request was angel!lwj and fallen angel!wwx (with a bonus request for yllz!wwx)
Close ups posted below cuz tumblr eats details and yall WILL be appreciating the effort i put into on the damn wings
some people read an awful lot, but don't read very well. deep reading is itself a skill. being able to untangle the threads of theme, subtext, characterization, narrative style, and more are all things that it takes time and intentional engagement to learn.
if you've ever watched a movie with your film buff friend and chatted about it afterwards, that friend might have pulled hours more of conversation out of the same 90 minutes of screentime, and wondered how the fuck they did that - it's not raw intelligence, it's a skill that's been honed. And I learned a lot about film from talking to friends who knew about film, and reading critique by film scholars
literature works exactly the same. so if you want to get more out of your reading, there are things you can do to train that. Find a book or short story you think you've got a pretty good grasp on, preferably from a widely read & respected author like Ursula K Le Guin or Ray Bradbury (if you're new at this don't swing for the Toni Morrison or the Samuel Beckett yet unless you feel very comfortable with the complexity of the text - the point is to develop a complicated new skill on good foundations). Then go to JSTOR, create a free account, and look up criticism on the story you've chosen. Find something that looks readable to you and at least somewhat interesting. Read that article, and look at what that writer got out of the same story you've read that you didn't get. Do you see the critic's points? Did they teach you something about the text? Go reread that story and see if the criticism has changed how you read it. Are you seeing more? Are you thinking about the implications of a line that you hadn't noticed before? Does the story feel richer now?
there are other more involved ways of finding criticism. Learning to use academic databases, going to your local library to do interlibrary loans, finding critical voices you appreciate; these are all useful subskills. Literacy isn't just being able to read words, it's being able to read words in context and think about what they tell you about the text, the author, or the time and culture in which the text was produced. Literacy is the skill of being able to look at the world with open eyes and think clearly about how its parts are connected. It'll change your life
this keeps getting shared around and ive seen some different tags responding differently so i just want to make some important clarifications and distillations
you don't have to read more deeply if you don't want to (but i'd recommend it, i genuinely think it makes you a better person)
if you want to learn to read more deeply, the resources are out there. try to find critical literature (that is, academic writing that analyzes the text) on works your familiar with so you can get a sense for how to do that analysis too
learning to deep read literature can help you deep read many areas of your life
writers tend to put a lot of work into their stories. if you learn to read that work you'll (probably) appreciate the stories you love even more. And if not, then you'll have developed your taste. This too is worth doing
Fellas, is it gay to keep the decapitated head of your ex sworn brother in your secret man cave?
i hate that nonbinary people can't be, like, nonbinary.
whatever we do, we can't win. we can't be seen as actually nonbinary. people binarize us and often mock us or get aggressive or dismiss and ignore our nonbinaryhood or something else.
if we don't medically transition, we are "just cis trenders."
if we do medically transition, we are "just [binary trans] eggs."
we are "technically transmasc or transfem anyways" if we don't use these terms.
we are lumped together with binary trans men and trans women if we do use these terms. our nonbinaryhood is ignored or seen as some kind of "gender-lite."
we are aggressively pressured to disclose if we're AFAB or AMAB, TMA or TME, transmasc or transfem, "boy nonbinary" or "girl nonbinary." and if we refuse to answer, people get double mad at us and pick something for us anyways.
if we show the slightest hint of something that could be interpreted as binary gendered, we are immediately binarised.
if we put a lot of effort into looking the most ambiguous or androgynous or neutral, people still try to find something. and they become aggressive. people often EXPLODE [PT: explode] when they can't gender someone by glance.
our ways of expression are constantly mocked and ignored (like neopronouns, nonbinary-centering labels for gender and orientation, basically all things that are associated with nonbinary people).
but if we choose more typical ways of expression (for example, use "he/him" or "she/her" pronouns), people use it to ignore and dismiss our nonbinaryhood.
we just can't win, and it's upsetting.
I am enjoying that Wei Wuxian feels like he should be a classic Dark Fuck Prince and instead he’s so far been like “✌🏼keep it silly✌🏼don’t need dignity when you got a donkey ✌🏼” and when people are like “I don’t respect you. I think you’re evil. I’m gonna kick your ass,” his main rebuttal has been “firstly I’m just a little guy. secondly im gay✌🏼🌈✌🏼”
The most effective defense against this so far has just been Lan Wangji casting spell of shut the fuck up for five minutes my dude
Ok so I don't usually get involved in fandom discourse or anything like that but the amount of racism and appropriation in the MDZS fandom has pushed me to my limit, so I'm doing this. This is for fans of both The Untamed and Mó Dào Zǔ Shī.
AUs are cool! I write AUs! Fanfiction is a labour of love and people should write whatever they want, but you have to be respectful of the culture that what ever you are writing fanfiction came from. But people write the most absolutely insane stuff. Historically, it is incredibly frequent that other cultures will steal the parts of Chinese culture and innovations and technology, and then use it while not giving any credit to Chinese people and being racist. This happens all the time today! (It is also what happened to Wèi Wúxiàn. The Cultivation clans hated him, killed him, killed his people, but he was brilliant and they used his brilliant inventions while being absolutely awful to him). If you want to write a Selkie AU, use characters from an Irish story or write Song of the Sea fanfiction. Or use similar stories from the Chinese mythological canon. There are so many Chinese myths about doomed love and animal transformation! Don't even get me started on the angel and demon christian bullshit AUs. I know that a lot of translations of MDZS use the word "demon" to translate either mó or yāo creatures, but they are vastly different from christian demons. This also gets into the other bizarre things that people write with Wàngxiàn's relationship. So many people in this fandom only like it because they want to write dubious consent stuff so they take these incredibly well-written characters with a very loving and trusting relationship and just write...the most out-of-character stuff to appeal to their own sexual fantasies. This ties into appropriation, using these Chinese characters with no regard for their culture or even for who they are as people! This is something that has happened to Chinese culture for centuries, and it is most definately a form of racism! Also, I cannot stress enough how much sex is not the only thing in Wàngxiàn's relationship. Their relationship is mostly about love, trust, shared interests, safety, and sex is just a small part of it. Also, kinks don't define people. Wàngxiàn feel so safe together and trust eachother so much that they are able to share their weird kinks with eachother, but their kinks aren't them. I have a lot more to say about this and the Incense Burner chapter, but that's not what this post is about. I will note something about characterisation, though - Wèi Wúxiàn is not the feminine twink that y'all make him. He's scary, he's powerful, he fucking killed someone by making her swallow a chairleg. He's terrifying. And his "feminine" qualities actually read a lot more like characters such as Né Zhā or Sūn Wùkōng from Chinese mythology. Also just the concept of "feminine" or "masculine" qualities is sexist and transphobic and terrible. I love gnc Wèi Wúxiàn and I often draw/write him wearing skirts and stuff, but that clothing isn't feminine and I have a lot more to say about this but there isn't time! He's a complicated and very interesting character, not just some western character type that you find on a chart in a middle school English class. Don't even get me started on the characterisation of Lán Wàngjī... Also, I've seen people writing meta about MDZS with Japanese culture and terms. East Asia is not a monolith! Japan has stolen so much Chinese culture and treat Chinese people awfully! Just watch anime to see the racism, and do reaserch about WW2 to learn about the awful things that they did to China and China's ecology and environment and China's people! But most importantly, MDZS is Chinese! Don't write meta about it as if it's Japanese!
The thing that pushed me over the edge to writing this is how so many fanfic writers just take the MDZS characters and put them into settings of mythologies from other cultures, or modern AUs, because they just...don't want to do research about Chinese culture and mythology or don't care enough to do so. This is racist! Y'all need to just take a minute to read the Dào Dé Jīng or Zhuāngzǐ or Wǔjīng or something!
The most prominent way that this misunderstanding of Chinese culture, particularly Dàoism, presents, is how people write/talk about Wèi Wúxiàn's ghost path. An important part of 道 is that there are many, many different ways to define it. Many different paths one can walk. There's also the earlier definition of 道 as a path, a course of discipline and cultivation and study, and the later definition of 道 as something ironic to the original meaning, the opposite of a defined course. The important part is that there are many different cultivation paths, many different 道. Y'all need to read or watch more xiānxiá, rather than just MDZS! The point here is that Wèi Wúxiàn's ghost path is just another form of cultivation, another 道. A brilliant one, too! It is a very effective and kind and empathetic way to deal with all of the jiāngshī/stiff corpses. And his ghost path does not harm his body. I am so tired of it being something that harms him or that needs to be cleansed or something. If you want Wèi Wúxiàn to have health stuff, give him a disability! You can even use my disability headcanons if you want! I headcanon that Wèi Wúxiàn has Reynaud's, POTS, and EDS, and Lán Wàngjī has POTS, Scoliosis, and Lupus. If you have questions about writing these disabilities, you can mention me in a post or something to ask about Reynaud's, POTS, and EDS (I have these, so I can answer questions about them). For other disabilities, just tag them. There will definately be someone in the disabled community here who will be happy to answer questions.
This fandom is so clogged by western nonsense and racism that Chinese people and members of Chinese diaspora are being pushed out of the fandom because we are drowning out their voices and silencing them. Listen! Listen to Chinese people and members of Chinese diaspora! We have robbed them of a fandom that belongs to them and their culture!
Links to some Dàoist texts (there are a lot more that you should totally read and I don't even know if these are good translations or anything but I'm tired right now and my fingers are not happy that i am typing so much because EDS is like that so I'm only going to put these two but I might add more later) -
Philosophy, Chinese, Daoism, Taoism, Sacred BooksDao De Jing: The Classic Book of Integrity and the Way by Lao Zi.Translation Based on the M
The Book of Chuang Tzu (Zhuangzi), translated by Martin Palmer, Elizabeth Breauilly, Chang Wei Ming, and Jay Ramsay, is available here in EP
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lan xichen was really like *traumadumps the weirdest fucking story you’ve ever heard* *flute solo* “do you know my brother is in love with you?” at like 2am in the span of five minutes and no one stopped him
This is why lans have a strict bedtime of 9pm
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Nie Huaisang: Beinvenue power bottoms! *points at wwx* Not you, we all know you are a submissive brat.
Lan Wangji: It's true.
Wei Wuxian: Wh–Lan Zhan!
Jiang Cheng: Kill me.
one underrated moment of wei wuxian’s impeccable quick-thinking is when wen chao’s contemplating the torture and murder of wei wuxian and wwx is like *fresh* out of an unspeakably painful surgery and a highly traumatic experience, tired and exhausted and beyond the limits of any human to be coherent of thought and yet, he expertly uses wen chao’s inherent cowardice against him by suggesting that he will turn into a vengeful ghost and haunt him and even as he’s simulataneously coming to terms with his possible fate, his move does pay off because he gets into wen chao’s head and throws him off-balance. in a very roundabout way, just that verbal maneuver alone ended up saying his life.
I like thinking about little Wen Yuan waking up at Cloud Recesses. He doesn't remember anything. He knows he doesn't belong there, and he knows he's away from his family, but there's Hanguang-jun, who is big and strong and quiet, like a beautiful lake. When he talks to a-Yuan his voice is soft and calm and he's always willing to pick a-Yuan up and hold him in his strong, steady arms. A-Yuan gets pretty new robes and a neverending supply of food. Hanguang-jun gets very hurt one day, or sick; after that, for a long time, he doesn't come out of his house, but a-Yuan still gets to visit him every evening. He calls him gege sometimes, and once, accidentally, baba, but it only makes Hanguang-jun smile.
A-Yuan does it again the next evening, pretending it just comes out of his mouth without meaning to, because it keeps making Hanguang-jun smile.
In the mornings, a-Yuan goes to class with a lot of other children his age. He learns about cultivation, which will make him grow strong and healthy if he works hard at it. He likes that. He wants to be as big as Hanguang-jun. He also learns about the rules. Teacher explains new rules every day. A-Yuan likes that, too. He wants to be a good boy, and the rules tell him exactly how.
One day he fights with a-Yi during play time, though, and suddenly he feels so many feelings he can barely tell what his hands are doing; then everything is quiet and a-Yi is lying on the floor, staring, and there are big ugly scratch marks down the left side of his face, with bright red blood flowing horribly out of them. A-Yuan did that. He was bad, he was awful, and he hurt a-Yi. He's told he doesn't get to see Hanguang-jun tonight, as punishment. He doesn't deserve to hear Hanguang-jun's beautiful voice anymore. He cries until his face hurts, thinking how Hanguang-jun will be disappointed in him. How he ruined everything.
The next morning, he's woken up before dawn by Hanguang-jun himself, who is standing and walking and everything, although the effort makes his face even whiter than ususl. Hanguang-jun picks a-Yuan up and holds him like he'll never let him go and takes him straight to Sect Leader's house, and a-Yuan would be scared but he's too confused.
Sect Leader looks shocked to see them. "Wangji, why are you out -- you shouldn't even be out of bed, look at your back -- at least put the child down."
"The child," Hanguang-jun says, "comes to see me every day. I took my punishment. That was the deal." A-Yuan can tell that he's furious. Madly, dangerously furious. Furious enough to make even Sect Leader subdued.
Sect Leader calls for some people to call for some other people. Finally, one of the teachers appears, looking incongruously shaken. She glances at Hanguang-jun while quietly explaining to Sect Leader how shamefully bad a-Yuan was, how he earned his punishment. A-Yuan cringes. He expects Hanguang-jun to look at a-Yuan with disappointment, with shock. Instead, Hanguang-jun holds a-Yuan even tighter.
Some things are said that a-Yuan doesn't understand. Finally, Sect Leader tells Teacher not to do anything like that ever again without consulting him.
When a-Yuan is outside alone with Hanguang-jun, he bursts into tears. "A-Yuan didn't mean to hurt a-Yi," he says.
Hanguang-jun, magically calm now, crouches to look a-Yuan in the face. "I did not think so," he says. "He is your good friend, is he not? Did you apologize to him?"
"Yes."
"What did he say?"
A-Yuan scrunches his face hard, thinking back all the way to yesterday. "He... he said a-Yuan shouldn't cry? And he said he hopes he gets cool scars like the older boys get from nighthunting. And he said there are baby bunnies in the West Hill."
For some reason, that makes Hanguang-jun almost smile. "Good," he says, like that's an end to it.
A-Yuan is more confused than ever. "But a-Yuan was bad!" he says. "I... I broke the rules. I'm a bad boy. Teacher said."
"Teacher was wrong," Hanguang-jun says. A shocking statement, but Hanguang-jun's voice leaves no room for argument. "A-Yuan is a boy who is trying to be good, yes?"
A-Yuan nods.
"It is not easy, sometimes."
A-Yuan looks down at his shoes.
"But it will become easier and easier, a-Yuan," Hanguang-jun says. "You will learn, in time, not to let violent emotions overcome you in the moment. And then you will be governed by your kind heart and your clear mind. I think a-Yuan might even manage to follow the rules and be good."
A-Yuan doesn't completely understand. Isn't following the rules the definition of being good? But he is lightheaded with relief. Hanguang-jun is not angry, or disappointed. He still wants to see a-Yuan every day. And he talks like being good is... is something you learn. Something you improve at by practicing. A-Yuan likes that. It feels fair, when you can get something by working for it.
The sunrise shines on them as Hanguang-jun takes a-Yuan by the hand and takes him to school, where a-Yuan's friends are waiting for him, and a-Yuan will learn how to be good and wise, and cultivate his qi, and fly on a sword. There are tiny sea-blue flowers blooming in the beautiful garden outside Sect Leader's house, and there will be big, delicious bowls of rice for lunch.
I like thinking about little Wen Yuan waking up at Cloud Recesses. He doesn't remember anything. He knows he doesn't belong there, and he knows he's away from his family, but there's Hanguang-jun, who is big and strong and quiet, like a beautiful lake. When he talks to a-Yuan his voice is soft and calm and he's always willing to pick a-Yuan up and hold him in his strong, steady arms. A-Yuan gets pretty new robes and a neverending supply of food. Hanguang-jun gets very hurt one day, or sick; after that, for a long time, he doesn't come out of his house, but a-Yuan still gets to visit him every evening. He calls him gege sometimes, and once, accidentally, baba, but it only makes Hanguang-jun smile.
A-Yuan does it again the next evening, pretending it just comes out of his mouth without meaning to, because it keeps making Hanguang-jun smile.
In the mornings, a-Yuan goes to class with a lot of other children his age. He learns about cultivation, which will make him grow strong and healthy if he works hard at it. He likes that. He wants to be as big as Hanguang-jun. He also learns about the rules. Teacher explains new rules every day. A-Yuan likes that, too. He wants to be a good boy, and the rules tell him exactly how.
One day he fights with a-Yi during play time, though, and suddenly he feels so many feelings he can barely tell what his hands are doing; then everything is quiet and a-Yi is lying on the floor, staring, and there are big ugly scratch marks down the left side of his face, with bright red blood flowing horribly out of them. A-Yuan did that. He was bad, he was awful, and he hurt a-Yi. He's told he doesn't get to see Hanguang-jun tonight, as punishment. He doesn't deserve to hear Hanguang-jun's beautiful voice anymore. He cries until his face hurts, thinking how Hanguang-jun will be disappointed in him. How he ruined everything.
The next morning, he's woken up before dawn by Hanguang-jun himself, who is standing and walking and everything, although the effort makes his face even whiter than ususl. Hanguang-jun picks a-Yuan up and holds him like he'll never let him go and takes him straight to Sect Leader's house, and a-Yuan would be scared but he's too confused.
Sect Leader looks shocked to see them. "Wangji, why are you out -- you shouldn't even be out of bed, look at your back -- at least put the child down."
"The child," Hanguang-jun says, "comes to see me every day. I took my punishment. That was the deal." A-Yuan can tell that he's furious. Madly, dangerously furious. Furious enough to make even Sect Leader subdued.
Sect Leader calls for some people to call for some other people. Finally, one of the teachers appears, looking incongruously shaken. She glances at Hanguang-jun while quietly explaining to Sect Leader how shamefully bad a-Yuan was, how he earned his punishment. A-Yuan cringes. He expects Hanguang-jun to look at a-Yuan with disappointment, with shock. Instead, Hanguang-jun holds a-Yuan even tighter.
Some things are said that a-Yuan doesn't understand. Finally, Sect Leader tells Teacher not to do anything like that ever again without consulting him.
When a-Yuan is outside alone with Hanguang-jun, he bursts into tears. "A-Yuan didn't mean to hurt a-Yi," he says.
Hanguang-jun, magically calm now, crouches to look a-Yuan in the face. "I did not think so," he says. "He is your good friend, is he not? Did you apologize to him?"
"Yes."
"What did he say?"
A-Yuan scrunches his face hard, thinking back all the way to yesterday. "He... he said a-Yuan shouldn't cry? And he said he hopes he gets cool scars like the older boys get from nighthunting. And he said there are baby bunnies in the West Hill."
For some reason, that makes Hanguang-jun almost smile. "Good," he says, like that's an end to it.
A-Yuan is more confused than ever. "But a-Yuan was bad!" he says. "I... I broke the rules. I'm a bad boy. Teacher said."
"Teacher was wrong," Hanguang-jun says. A shocking statement, but Hanguang-jun's voice leaves no room for argument. "A-Yuan is a boy who is trying to be good, yes?"
A-Yuan nods.
"It is not easy, sometimes."
A-Yuan looks down at his shoes.
"But it will become easier and easier, a-Yuan," Hanguang-jun says. "You will learn, in time, not to let violent emotions overcome you in the moment. And then you will be governed by your kind heart and your clear mind. I think a-Yuan might even manage to follow the rules and be good."
A-Yuan doesn't completely understand. Isn't following the rules the definition of being good? But he is lightheaded with relief. Hanguang-jun is not angry, or disappointed. He still wants to see a-Yuan every day. And he talks like being good is... is something you learn. Something you improve at by practicing. A-Yuan likes that. It feels fair, when you can get something by working for it.
The sunrise shines on them as Hanguang-jun takes a-Yuan by the hand and takes him to school, where a-Yuan's friends are waiting for him, and a-Yuan will learn how to be good and wise, and cultivate his qi, and fly on a sword. There are tiny sea-blue flowers blooming in the beautiful garden outside Sect Leader's house, and there will be big, delicious bowls of rice for lunch.
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