#Dao's Lies

[karminaugen]

What a cute boy I sure hope he won't do anything weird with that sword

[guzhufuren]

New wuxia chinese drama Jianghu One Knife starring Yan Zixian (The Spirealm's Chen Fei) and Min Xinghan, and has Li Junliang in a supporting role (Meet You At The Blossom's Su Yin) finished filming 2 days ago.

Novel summary: He thought that hiding the past would bring him peace of mind, but people's hearts have changed and he still couldn't escape it. After experiencing life and death, grudges and love and hatred, he finally understood that the so-called Jianghu is nothing more than swords and friendship.

Jianghu He is a cold-blooded assassin on the outside, but with a fiery spirit inside. His heart is filled with love and loyalty. He has endured immense suffering from a failed mission, and after losing his entire family, he is consumed by rage. Additionally, there is a mysterious young woman with a revenge mission of her own, who will bring about a storm of battles and internal pain for those involved.

[tiny-breadcrumbs]

The sun, A blue

[roseillith]

英雄 // HERO (2002) dir. ZHANG YIMOU

[sonik-kun]

Expecting Jiang Cheng to do more about the abuse Wei Wuxian went through is low-key kinda skewed and messed up considering that;

A.) JC was a kid himself. And;

B.) JC was also the victim of abuse. He was scared of his mother. Even then he still spoke out in abject horror when she was forced to punish WWX in front of the Wen. Funny how JC antis willingly ignore that.

Blaming a CHILD for another child's abuse is victim blaming. No one is to blame other than the abuser themselves. Which, if you remember, JC was also a victim of. Mental and emotional abuse is also harmful and damaging just like physical abuse.

[lilapplesheadcannons]

Jiang Yanli: Since your dad got you that PlayStation, that is all you do. I feel you don't even talk to us anymore. Can you put it down so we can have a bit of time together as a family?

Jin Ling: Why does JiuJiu call dad your boytoy?

Jiang Yanli: Go back to your PlayStation, please!

[where-the-water-flows]

hey no wait. hang on, wait. wenjing is like, explicitly the secret sword, right, the one basically no one knew about, it's part of the reason the court is like 'mmk seems legit' when fang doubing is like ~I am totally for real his disciple~ because he knows about the sword at all

but li xiangyi/lianhua is clearly like. practiced at using the sword, which does not move like basically...any other weapon. that man has spent a fuck lot of time training to and straight up developing how to use a sword that is basically the most unswordlike sword to ever sword. that sword is like a slap bracelet with bladed edges that can also cut through....anything? nearly anything?? it does not move or react like your standard mostly rigid bar of folded metal sword, is the gist here.

which brings me to two, semi-related, points:

when saintess rocks up to steal di feisheng from the zombie cave and also is like 'I'm going to kill you uh actually lol nope fuck that I'm outtie peace bitches', is that literally the first time she's even got a hint that li xiangyi/lianhua has a sword that is basically nigh impossible to block because it can straight up bend around obstacles? (obstacles such as, say, anyone else's sword) if yes, no fucking wonder she's like mmmm I see no thank you I need to go wash my di feisheng's hair, so busy, catch you later because like. how the fuck do you even deal with that. a guy who should have been horribly and messily dead literally a decade ago rocks up and is like 'I lived bitch! also surprise, I have a sword made of glowing Go-Fuck-Yourself metal', like, I too would fucking split! you would only be able to find me by the cartoon dust cloud left in my wake. RIP to everyone else in the jianghu but saintess is making the objectively correct choice here, which is wild because, like. saintess.

how many people's last fucking moment was seeing throat cutter, probably glowing and covered in their blood? because like. Li xiangyi clearly used it! enough to be good at using it. enough to know that it glows blue when there's blood on it, even if he apparently was just like sometimes swords just glow for reasons I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. so. if no one outside of sigu sect high command knows that wenjing exists*, that means everyone else who ever saw that sword -- which there has to have been people, given that li xiangyi was out there uhhh using it -- those people who saw it presumably also uh. died. in a pretty confirmed kinda way. likely via....that sword. throat cutter** indeed

*and not even all of the inner sigu sect command folks knew about li xiangyi having it! they're pretty explicit that five people total know about the sword, which is the four court heads, and then presumably either qiao wanmian or xiao zijin, but not both of them (which, lmao, what the hell were sigu sect internal politics for real), and even that's if we assume shan gudao is not being included in the count because he's "dead"

**yes I know it's a reference to a friendship/relationship you'd cut your throat for per @murderedbyhomework's recent great meta, but also, like. it's still a cut throat, y'know? words can have multiple meanings, and also this is mostly a pun on the name. the rest of the post stands as is tho.

[maid-of-the-golden-deer]

smth i love about zevran, amongst many others, is i dont think he ever really Lies to u- if he does, its usually a lies he also telling himself (being in the crows isn't so bad, that he isnt interested in love, etc). like if he doesnt want to tell u smth he just... tells u he doesn't wanna tell you

the moment hes not under the crows thumb hes just like "oh sweet i dont have to do this all this shit anymore"

[stiltonbasket]

prompt: an au where wrh raises wwx, who is then forced to fight for the wens during the sunshot campaign.

“You are useless to me now,” Wen Ruohan says, contemplating his drink. “One little archer, one lucky shot—and my greatest hope after Wen Zhuliu has been ruined.”

The cup in his hand should have held wine: some of the clear, astringent liquor that Wen Qing favored, since it was a passable antiseptic in an emergency—but somehow, it had darkened to a deep, almost oily crimson, like the broth of the stewed lamb Wei Wuxian ate on the night before he rode out to Hejian.

He does not like to think of what his liege must be drinking now, and so he does not ask.

“Not useless,” Wei Wuxian says at last. “Wen Qing claims that a full bodily recovery—if it should take place at all—will come too late for this war effort, but I am still sound in mind. And that is at your service still, as much as it ever was.”

“That is some relief. I could have done without your mind, if I had your jindan and your strength; but since I am not to have either, your mind will have to do.”

Wei Wuxian nods, scarcely concealing the tremor in his fingers as he does so. When he arrived half a shichen ago, he was granted a chair instead of a patch of floor to kneel on, out of respect for his battle wound; but drawing breath in Wen Ruohan’s presence has never been easy, in spite of the fact that the man would likely rather cut off his own right hand than harm him, and the Lan-made poison eating away at Wei Wuxian’s veins has only made matters worse.

“Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian blinks. “My lord.”

“That concubine of yours, the one that serves you on the battlefield��what is his name?”

His heart stutters in his chest. “Yu Zhenhong, junshang. I have only two, and Yu-shi is the only man.”

“He should have thrown himself before that arrow, rather than suffer any risk to you,” Wen Ruohan snarls, dashing the white-jade cup upon the tiled ground at his feet. “He is a man, and all he can do for the continuation of your line is to ensure the continuation of your life—and if the arrow struck true, and you had been slain, who would have taught your yiniang’s child in your place?”

Painfully, Wei Wuxian lifts himself out of his chair and sinks to his knees on the floor.

“It was I who rode ahead of Yu-shi that day. The rest of the regiment would have come to harm, if he had followed me,” he says, bent so low that he can feel the coolness of the tiles on his forehead. “On his behalf—and on behalf of my yiniang, for Lady Li is close to her time, and any harm done to one of our household could injure her, or my child—I beg that you show him mercy.”

A sharp pain sparks under one of his fingers. He lifts it from the ground, and notes with dull surprise that his skin had been pierced by a shard of Wen Ruohan’s jade cup. 

Wen Ruohan pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Very well, then. I will not give him any corporal punishment, for the sake of your yiniang’s peace of mind. But he must be punished somehow, and you are far too soft-hearted to do it properly.”

“My lord—”

“He is your favorite, is he not?” Wen Ruohan says idly. “You care for Li Shuai, and surround her with all the luxuries a man of your rank can afford. But Yu Zhenhong is the one who follows you to battle, the one you take into your confidence; so must he not be the one closest to your heart?”

“Yes.” The word feels like whetted steel on his tongue.

“Good,” his liege says, smiling. “Yu-shi has forgotten where he stands; and so, he must be reminded. He is not your husband—will never be your husband, for in all these years I have found no man or maiden worthy of being joined with you in marriage—but I think it would break his heart if I were to gift you another concubine. He tolerates Li-yiniang, because she can give you children, but if you were to take in another man...”

Wei Wuxian thinks wretchedly of the night Li Shuai and Yu Zhenhong came to his manor in the Nightless City, having run so long that Yu Zhenhong’s feet were bleeding, and begged for shelter: any way you can grant it, Yu Zhenhong had said, swaying on his injured feet as he supported Li Shuai. Any way, Wei-jiangjun—Brother Wei—A-Shuai can travel no further, I beg of you—

“May Wen-zongzhu’s will be done. I accept,” Wei Wuxian murmurs aloud, lifting his head to look Wen Ruohan in the eye. “Who is it to be?”

Wen Ruohan waves a dismissive hand.

“I’ll introduce you to him tomorrow,” he says, with a grin that makes his too-long front teeth shimmer in the yellow lamplight. “But you need not fear for your own sake, Wei-jiangjun. After all, your Yu-shi could not rival this one for beauty if he tried for the rest of his life.”

_____

“A concubine? For Wei-jiangjun? Has Father lost his mind?”

Two figures in red were standing in the dungeons of the Sun Palace, by the very last cell in the deepest of the six underground keeps. Its lone inhabitant had been languishing there for a month, not permitted to set foot outside his prison save when he was dragged to the torture chambers; and even when the tendons in his legs were slashed, some twelve days earlier, he remained so impassive that the head torturer began to wonder if he could feel the pain at all.

Wen Xu lifts his torch and examines the prisoner. 

“I suppose he’s good-looking enough,” he shrugs, suppressing a shiver as the torchlight moves over Lan Wangji’s unblinking eyes. “His nephew was the archer who brought General Wei down at Hejian, so Fuqin must think that marrying Lan Wangji to Wei-jiangjun is a fitting punishment—for the uncle and nephew both.”

In the shadows of the cell, Lan Wangji’s bloodied hands curl over a splinter of stone he had torn away from the walls. 

He has been shaping it for the last fortnight, filing it against the reinforced rock of the floor until the top end had been ground to a razor-sharp point. Before his legs were broken, he intended to use it to pick the lock of his cell door and escape, but now...

“Tian ah,” Wen Chao whispers, apparently under the impression that Lan Wangji was in a meditative trance, and thus unable to hear him. “I don’t fancy Lan Wangji’s chances in the Wei-fu. Wei-jiangjun was furious when Wen Qing found out about the poison in his jindan.”

But now his escape had been planned for him. 

Lan Wangji’s grasp on the splinter grows tighter. 

“When will it be?” asks Wen Chao.

“Three days from now.”

Three days. 

Lan Wangji looks up at the ceiling of his cell, and then down at the sharp piece of rock in his palm. 

He has crossed paths with General Wei only twice: once in the Cloud Recesses twenty years previously, when the young Wei-jiangjun attended Lan Qiren’s summer lecture courses, and then again on the battleground in Hejian where he was taken prisoner thirty days ago. 

Until that fateful battle, he could not have picked General Wei out of a crowd if his life depended on it: but that night, Lan Wangji dreams of a hauntingly lovely face lost in sleep mere inches away from his own, and the trembling of his hands as his makeshift knife plunges into his bridegroom’s throat.

[busarewski]

There MUST be better pics of this bit from the vid than my crapoy screen grab? I need more ChengYi Neck Porn please!!!!

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: The Untamed (2019)

Nie huaisang ❣️ #theuntamed #cdrama#weiwuxian #niehuaisang#wangxian #xiaozhan#wangyibo#shorts #love

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/T7QSd3hvQ6o

[milesmentis]

"Home, mi amor, is wherever we lay our heads together."

Heulwen Surana and Zevran Arainai enjoying a gentle moment together after the coronation

Credit: @ayumeart (I can't believe I literally forgot to post this for over six months ... happy very belated birthday @daisymeade )

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Four months ago, when I first started watching the mdzs donghua, I could not tell any of the Lan’s apart. Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji, Lan Sizhui, and/or Lan Jingyi would come on screen and I’d be like “Whomst? 🙂”

But now? I can’t explain it, I just,, always, know.

I don’t even know when the transition happened. At some point, I just could tell them apart by minuscule details. I’ll see fanart of one of them and sprout out their name and my friend will (metaphorically) smack me and go “they all look the same” in despair.

[yingandzhan]

I just have to say something... WWX talks bullshit (affectionately).

That's it. He talks utter bullshit at times. Lies to himself and others. Sometimes because things are too painful to fully acknowledge or because he's trying to get out of a situation.

So, how can the very same fandom that claims WWX is an "unreliable narrator" (he's not even the narrator! The novel is in third person omniscient!) also take every tiny thing he says as gospel?! That doesn't even make sense!!!

WWX is a liar liar pants on fire 🔥

🔥That time WWX tried to save face when he thought LWJ was judging him for giving those women that cheap smelly rouge and said he normally carried flowers and jewellery for the girls? His pants were on fire! He was lying 🤣 we can see this throughout the novel. He NEVER did that. He's bullshitting, just like he did when he told LWJ he'd had loads of experience kissing when he'd had none!

🔥When he was trying to put his beloved shijie off marrying a man he thought didn't deserve her and he made a comment about loving someone would be like having a noose around his neck? Smell that? It's WWX's pants burning again. He was trying to make JYL think twice about marriage. If WWX really felt this way about such things, he would not have saved his kiss like the hopeless romantic he is!

🔥 When he claims YZY did hit him/hardly punished him.... HE'S LYING! In the extras, we literally witnessed her whipping him for no real reason whatsoever!! Someone grab a bucket of water because WWXs pants are an inferno!!! 🔥🔥🔥

WWX lies - to protect himself and others.

[piccolocervo]

Cheng Yi in Danmei Roles

Wei Ying (The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation)

Xie Lian (Heaven Official's Blessing)

Shen Qiao (Thousand Autumns)

[pearliegrimm]

babygirl i am so so normal abt burial mounds era wangxian