#Manchu family

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Mohan Babu Alleges Assault by Son Manoj and Daughter-in-Law Monika in Police Complaint- Telugu Funda

The long-rumored tensions within the Manchu family have now escalated into a public dispute, with veteran actor Mohan Babu and his son Manchu Manoj filing police complaints against each other. Both have alleged threats to their safety, marking a dramatic turn in their family feud.

Mohan Babu’s Allegations Against Manoj and Monika

On December 9, 2024, Mohan Babu filed a detailed police complaint that has since gone viral on social media. The veteran actor accused his younger son, Manoj, and daughter-in-law, Monika, of using intimidation tactics to take control of his home. He referred to them as “anti-social elements” and sought legal intervention for his safety.

Key Allegations by Mohan Babu

Disturbance at Home: On December 8, Manchu Manoj, who had returned to the house four months ago after leaving, caused a disturbance by bringing hired individuals to Mohan Babu’s property.

Child Abandonment: Manoj and Monika left the house that evening, leaving their seven-month-old daughter in the care of house staff.

Trespassing and Threats: The next morning, around 30 hired individuals allegedly entered Mohan Babu’s house, forcibly removed his staff, and declared the property off-limits to anyone without their permission.

Fear for Safety: Mohan Babu expressed fears of being harmed by Manoj and Monika, who he believes are trying to force him to abandon his residence.

The actor, who is 78 years old, emphasized his vulnerability as a senior citizen and requested the police to:

1. Take legal action against Manoj, Monika, and their associates.

2. Remove them and the hired individuals from his property.

3. Provide protection to ensure his safety and access to his home.

Manoj’s Counter-Complaint

On the same day, Manoj filed a separate complaint with the Pahadi Shareef Police, alleging an attack by 10 unidentified individuals on December 8. According to Manoj, he suffered blunt trauma to his spine, neck, abdomen, and calf. His complaint included a medical report to support his claims. However, Manoj’s complaint did not mention any involvement of his father or other family members.

Longstanding Family Tensions

The feud appears to be the result of deep-rooted issues. Manoj’s relationship with his brother, Vishnu, has reportedly been strained for years. Vishnu did not attend Manoj’s wedding, which fueled speculation about their disagreements. In 2023, Manoj shared a video showing Vishnu physically attacking relatives, further highlighting the family discord.

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question for the mdzs/cql fandom

does anyone have any thoughts on the Nie sect being north asian coded? :0 i’ll admit i’m not knowledgable enough to have more than a couple thoughts (my in depth knowledge starts and stops at manchu/jurchen culture which isnt fully in that range exactly and a lot of it is dead or half dead culture smfh) and would love to hear someone else’s opinions

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The article is about a recent Twitter post by actor Manchu Manoj amidst a viral fight with his brother Vishnu Manchu. The article provides details about the family dispute and the events leading up to it. It also discusses Manoj's tweet and the reaction it has received from fans and the media. The article is focused on entertainment news and provides insights into the personal lives of these actors.

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The Golden Orchid Society was a collection of organizations in South China that began during the Qing dynasty and existed from approximately 1644 to 1949 when they were banned because they were associated with an attempt to overthrow the Manchu Emperor. Over 300 years, however, they created an order of women who stood in solidarity with other women against heterosexual marriages that were oppressive at best and far too often abusive. While some of the women may have been heterosexual and avoided marriage for reasons unrelated to their sexuality, the association clearly made a space for members who were lesbians or bisexuals. Queer women found the safety and family in the Golden Orchid Society that their biological relatives had often never provided them.

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Fishskin Robes of the Ethnic Tungusic People of China and Russia

Oroch woman’s festive robe made of fish skin, leather, and decorative fur trimmings [image source].

Nivkh woman’s fish-skin festival coats (hukht), late 19th century. Cloth: fish skin, sinew (reindeer), cotton thread; appliqué and embroidery. Promised gift of Thomas Murray L2019.66.2, Minneapolis Institute of Art, Minnesota, United States [image source].

Back view of a Nivkh woman’s robe [image source].

Front view of a Nivkh woman’s robe [image source].

Women’s clothing, collected from a Nivkh community in 1871, now in the National Museum of Denmark. Photo by Roberto Fortuna, courtesy Wikimedia Commons [image source].

The Hezhe people 赫哲族 (also known as Nanai 那乃) are one of the smallest recognized minority groups in China composed of around five thousand members. Most live in the Amur Basin, more specifically, around the Heilong 黑龙, Songhua 松花, and Wusuli 乌苏里 rivers. Their wet environment and diet, composed of almost exclusively fish, led them to develop impermeable clothing made out of fish skin. Since they are part of the Tungusic family, their clothing bears resemblance to that of other Tungusic people, including the Jurchen and Manchu.

They were nearly wiped out during the Imperial Japanese invasion of China but, slowly, their numbers have begun to recover. Due to mixing with other ethnic groups who introduced the Hezhen to cloth, the tradition of fish skin clothing is endangered but there are attempts of preserving this heritage.

Hezhen woman stitching together fish skins [image source].

Top to bottom left: You Wenfeng, 68, an ethnic Hezhen woman, poses with her fishskin clothes at her studio in Tongjiang, Heilongjiang province, China December 31, 2019. Picture taken December 31, 2019 by Aly Song for Reuters [image source].

Hezhen Fish skin craft workshop with Mrs. You Wen Fen in Tongjian, China. © Elisa Palomino and Joseph Boon [image source].

Hezhen woman showcasing her fishskin outfit [image source].

Hezhen fish skin jacket and pants, Hielongiang, China, mid 20th century. In the latter part of the 20th century only one or two families could still produce clothing like this made of joined pieces of fish skin, which makes even the later pieces extremely rare [image source].

Detail view of the stitching and material of a Hezhen fishskin jacket in the shape of a 大襟衣 dajinyi or dajin, contemporary. Ethnic Costume Museum of Beijing, China [image source].

Hezhen fishskin boots, contemporary. Ethnic Costume Museum of Beijing, China [image source].

Although Hezhen clothing is characterized by its practicality and ease of movement, it does not mean it’s devoid of complexity. Below are two examples of ornate female Hezhen fishskin robes. Although they may look like leather or cloth at first sight, they’re fully made of different fish skins stitched together. It shows an impressive technical command of the medium.

赫哲族鱼皮长袍 [Hezhen fishskin robe]. Taken July 13, 2017. © Huanokinhejo / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY 4.0 [image source].

Image containing a set of Hezhen clothes including a woman’s fishskin robe [image source].

The Nivkh people of China and Russia also make clothing out of fish skin. Like the Hezhen, they also live in the Amur Basin but they are more concentrated on and nearby to Sakhalin Island in East Siberia.

Top to bottom left: Woman’s fish-skin festival coat (hukht) with detail views. Unknown Nivkh makers, late 19th century. Cloth: fish skin, sinew (reindeer), cotton thread; appliqué and embroidery. The John R. Van Derlip Fund and the Mary Griggs Burke Endowment Fund; purchase from the Thomas Murray Collection 2019.20.31 [image source].

Top to bottom right: detail view of the lower hem of the robe to the left after cleaning [image source].

Nivkh or Nanai fish skin boots from the collection of Musée du quai Branly -Jacques Chirac. © Marie-Lan Nguyen / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY 4.0 [image source].

Detail view of the patterns at the back of a Hezhen robe [image source].

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hi! loving your art. I was watching your awesome stories/gifs and I was wondering: how did Chang develop his feelings for Tintin? Did he discover them before or after him? How did he react and why? (English is not my first language so if you see a grammatical mistake, I'm sorry. Also, sorry if so many questions made you feel like you were in a philosophy exam)

Thank you so much! As a contrast to the rest of the Marlinspike team I'm writing Chang as someone who makes friends and develops crushes pretty easily!

I imagine he's had a crush on Tintin for some time, possibly from when they first met. He's been at the mercy of his circumstances for most of his life until that point - Tintin basically makes him feel capable of doing stuff.

He's pretty heartbroken after the Blue Lotus. Tintin doesn't contact him for years. Chang is struggling to adjust to his new family and is failing at school, having missed out on a good education for a few years prior. Until Tibet he feels pretty hopeless, he will never live up to the time when he took down a drug ring.

His near death experience in Tibet shakes him out of this rut. He starts to travel and take up hobbies like dance and photography. Didi trains him in some basic martial arts. Tintin makes an effort to actually stay in touch this time. Chang has some abandonment issues as he's frequently lost people throughout his life, so he's someone who's willing to give people second chances, even if they've hurt him badly. Chang thinks he's well over his crush on Tintin when he comes around to Belgium for his studies, but falls for him again very quickly!

Unlike Tintin, Chang is a lot more comfortable with who he is. He's used to being the odd one out and has generally low expectations for himself, so just goes with the flow.

Below I talk a little with how I'm going about writing him and the historical context surrounding this, cw for mentions of racism (sinophobia) and queerphobia:

I'm writing Chang as bi, I thought it would be interesting to explore as Asian men were perceived differently in the 30s compared to today. While Asian men in the West are currently heavily desexualised in the early 20th century they were stereotyped as predatory and deviant. In London a lot of Chinese immigrants were male dockworkers, so when they married white women there was a lot of fearmongering about predatory and disloyal Chinese men.

A lot of depictions of Asian men in Western media reflected these stereotypes (and often used queercoding to push the idea of Asian men being animalistic seducers - General Henry Chang in Shanghai Express (1932) was written to be bisexual while posing as a threat to the white leads). Some examples off the top of my head include Hishuru Tori from The Cheat (1915) and The Mask of Fu Manchu (1932). Novels frequently depicted Chinese drug lords with borderline supernatural powers in manipulation.

On the other hand I've noticed how fans frequently depict Chang as someone who's submissive, demure and soft, which ignores how ridiculously brave and proactive he is in canon (stealing documents from police officers, charging into a man immediately after getting shot at by a machine gun, I could go on!). It's a common example of Fandom Racism (not accusing anyone specifically, it's just a trend I've noticed.)

When writing Chang I'm kinda reckoning with two different eras. From a contemporary angle I'm writing him as a love interest, which as an Asian guy I rarely see in media today. I also gotta consider his own time and context, how he would navigate being a queer Chinese guy, and how that would affect his relationship with others and himself.

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Cultural Fashion: Earth King Kuei Pt. 1 - Head & Shoulders

The “Cultural Fashion” posts that no one asked for! ^_^

The Earth King’s design is inspired by the dress of Qing Dynasty emperors (1636–1912) in their royal portraits. Starting from the top: The hat worn is called a cháoguān (朝冠) in Mandarin, meaning “court hat”, and a mahala (ᠮᠠᡥᠠᠯᠠ ) in Manchu, meaning “morning crown”. This hat was only allowed to be worn by Qing emperors and members of the imperial family. The chaoguan came in two styles: one for cold weather (what the Earth King wears) and one for warm weather (pictured here).

Moving on to the neck, the little collar-cape is called a pī lǐng (披领), meaning “detachable collar”. This collar was worn by members of the imperial family, nobility, and court officials for formal occasions. The necklace is called a cháozhū (朝珠), meaning “court beads”. Traditionally, chaozhu were only allowed to be worn by Qing dynasty emperors, members of the imperial family, 1st through 5th rank imperial civil officials, and military officials above the 4th rank. The chaozhu of an emperor was typically composed of multiple valuable materials such as pearl, coral, amber, jade, and other precious stones. For animation purposes, the Earth King’s simplified chaozhu is composed exclusively of jade beads.

Fun Fact: Chaozhu were actually inspired by Tibetan prayer beads! However, they lost their religious connotation once they became adopted as court dress.

In Part 2, we’ll cover Earth King Kuei’s clothing and shoes.

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Hands

@bravosierra6 I finally finished the first chapter

Bode Donovan/Leone x OFC Arizona Telford

Summary:  After Bode left Edgewater, he thought that was his rock bottom.  He moved away, started going by a different name and started working construction.  One day he ended up getting hurt and landed himself in the emergency room where he met Doctor Arizona Telford.  It was a whirlwind romance and they were married after being together for eight months.  Then Bode relapsed.  He ended up disappearing, robbing a store, and going to prison.  Arizona was surprised to see her husband in the newspaper for robbing a liquor store. She tried to see her husband in prison but Bode never put her on his visitor list.  Arizona learns that her husband is at the CalFire con camp in Edgewater and decides to go see him.  Will Arizona have it in her to fight against naysayers, Bode’s family, a new love interest for her husband, and against Bode himself to prove that she’s in this thing forever?

A/N:  AZ is pronounced like Mazie, except without the “M”

Face claim:  Camilla Luddington for Arizona; Lauren German for Lilith, Christian Kane for Dean

TW:  cannon danger, violence, mentions of gun violence and death

Arizona huffed out a nervous breath as she walked towards the inmates scattered around the Three Rock CalFire con camp where her husband was housed.  It had been three and a half years since she’d seen her husband, Bode Donovan.  Arizona remembered the day she saw his picture in the newspaper for robbing that liquor store.  She went to every court date and tried to support Bode the best she could with him doing everything in his  power to push her away.  It broke her heart when he refused to let her visit him in jail and then in prison.  She’d thought about divorce.  Her sister, Lilith, and her brother, Dean, suggested it any time Bode’s name came up in a conversation.  But Arizona needed to talk to him first.  She needed him to know that she still loved him just as much now as she did on their wedding day. 

“Can I help you?” A voice pulled Arizona back to the present.

“I’m looking for Bode Donovan.”  She smiled at the man with blue eyes and a fu manchu.   

“You’re not on his visitors list.”  The man responded.  Arizona gave him a questioning look.  “I’m Captain Manny Perez.  I know every one of my guy’s visitors.  You’ve never been here before and there’s not a name on Bode’s list that I don’t know personally.”

“Captain Perez,”  Arizona started, wringing her hands together, “I really need to speak to Bode.  I haven’t seen him in three years.  It’s important.”

“Who’s my dad talking to?” Gabriella asked Bode.

“Whoever she is, she’s beautiful.”  Sharon said.

Bode’s breath left his body and all the blood drained from his face when he saw who Manny was talking to.

“Bode, are you okay?”  Vince asked him.

“Y-yeah,” Bode nodded numbly.  “Give me a minute.”  He didn’t give anybody a chance to respond as he walked towards Manny and his wife.

“Arizona?”  Bode asked, not quite sure he believed what he was seeing.

“Bode,” Arizona gave him a small smile. 

“What are you doing here?”  He asked, the words coming out harsher than he intended.

“I should be asking you that question,” she shot back.  “It’s good to see you’re not dead.”

Bode closed his eyes and took a calming breath.  He never imagined seeing his wife at Three Rock.  In fact, he never imagined seeing her again.  His eyes traveled to where she was twisting her wedding band she still wore.

Arizona’s hands were Bode’s favorite part of her body.  Sure, his wife was gorgeous with a great body but her hands were his safe place.  He was honest with Arizona from the beginning about his past.  He told her about the accident that caused Riley’s death and how Vince blamed him.  He explained that his dad told him to leave Edgewater and never return.  Any time they talked about the hard stuff, Arizona’s hands were there to calm him.  She’d stroke his arm, play with his hair or his beard, rub his back, twist their fingers together.  Those soft caresses calmed the noise in his head and started healing the hole in his heart.  

When Bode relapsed, he was ashamed of himself.  He knew he didn’t deserve a woman like Arizona.  He didn’t deserve love.  So, he did what Bode Leone did best:  he left.  He robbed a liquor store and found himself doing three to five years in prison.  On those long nights in prison, he’d think about her hands.  How they made him feel alive, wanted, cherished, loved.  He thought about writing to Arizona so many times but he just couldn’t think of what to say.  How do you apologize to the love of your life for letting them down so badly?

“Bode, who is this?”  Manny asked.

“This is Arizona.”  Bode said, his eyes never leaving her fingers.

“I can’t authorize a visit.  She’s not on your list.” Manny sighed.

“Manny…” Bode trailed off, not sure what to say.  “She’s…she’s…”

“She’s his wife.” Arizona finished for him.  “I know it’s been a long time, Bode.  But I’m still your wife.”

“I’ll give you two a minute.”  Manny clapped a hand on Bode’s shoulder before walking off.

 “How did you find me?” Bode asked her.

Tears pooled in Arizona’s eyes.  “After all this time and that’s what you want to know?” 

“I never wanted you to see me like this, AZ.”  Bode could never imagine how much it hurt to see his wife like this.

“You never wanted me to see you, period.”  Arizona sniffled.  “You shut me out completely.  I would have been there, Bode.  I would have been with you through it all.”

“I don’t deserve that.”  Bode answered simply.

“And I don’t deserve to have my husband abandon me without so much as a letter telling me it’s over.”  Arizona glared at him.

“I…” Bode looked up at the gray, California sky, trying to find the words to convey what he wanted to say.  “I never wanted to hurt you, Arizona.  I fucked up.  I ended up in prison.  I waited for divorce papers from you every day for months.”

“Well, if you would have let me see you, I would have told you that I wasn’t going anywhere.”  Arizona crossed her arms over her chest.

“It’s been too long.” Bode said.  “We can’t go back to what we had before.”

“I didn’t come here to have some big reunion, Bo.” She tucked her hair behind her ears.  “I came because…”  She swallowed thickly. Arizona shifted from foot to foot not wanting to say what she had to say.  She knew it would devastate him.

“Because why?” Bode said quietly.  “What happened, Arizona?”

Arizona’s eyes met Bode’s.  “Jesse…”

“What about him?”  Bode asked, fear running through his body.  Jesse Tulane was Arizona’s best friend.  He was also a cop in the small town where Bode and Arizona had lived before Bode fucked it all up.  Bode and Jesse became really close through their mutual relationships with Arizona.  Jesse had been the closest thing to a brother Bode had had since he left Edgewater.

“We lost him, Bode.”  Arizona whispered, tears streaming down her face.

“What do you mean we lost him?” Bode demanded.  “Isn’t there people out looking for him?  He’s a smart guy, Arizona.  He’ll find his way home.  He’s been lost before!  He’s taken me out hiking plenty of times.  He knows how to get out.”

“Bode!” Arizona said in a commanding voice to stop his words, her hands resting on his biceps.  “He’s dead.”

“No,” Bode’s brain refused to accept her words.  There was no way Jesse was dead.  He’d kept in contact with Jesse throughout his incarceration.  “I just talked to him!  You’re wrong, Arizona!”

Arizona broke down sobbing.  “I want to be, Bode.  I really want to be.  He’s gone.  He’s gone and I just…I want him back.”

Bode hugged her against him tightly.  Tears streamed down his face as she sobbed in his arms.  After a few minutes, he led her to a picnic table near where he’d been visiting with Gabriella, Sharon, and Vince.  He sat across from  her and took her hand in his.  “What happened?”

“He was serving a warrant on that sketchy house on the corner of 4th Street.  Somebody pulled a gun.  Jesse got shot in the neck.”  Arizona explained.  “We did everything we could but there was too much damage.  I pronounced him dead at 3:43 this morning.”

“You pronounced him?”  Bode asked, wiping the tears from his face.

Arizona gave him a small smile.  “I knew the team wasn’t going to stop with me in the room.  They know how close Jesse and I are.  They know how much he means to me.  I also knew that there was no getting him back.”

“I’m so sorry, Arizona.”  Bode whispered.  

“Me too,” Arizona squeezed his hand.  “He told me just yesterday that he was looking forward to you getting out so he could take you fishing in a new spot he found.”

Bode gave her a lopsided smile.  “I’m surprised he even still wanted to talk to me.”

“He said there was no way he was giving up on the only guy who could outfish him.” Arizona chuckled lightly.

“What now?” Bode asked.

Arizona shrugged her shoulders.  “I haven’t really thought about it.  I took a shower after I got home and came straight here to tell you.”

“How did you know where to find me?” 

“Dean called in a favor.” Arizona answered.

“I’m surprised he was willing to do that.”  Bode shook his head.

“You know Dean.  Anything for his youngest sister.”

Bode nodded.  “This doesn’t seem real.  I feel like I’m about to wake up back in prison.”

“It’s a lot to take in.”

“How long are you staying in town for?”  Bode asked.

“I got a room at the hotel in town.  I’m going to get some sleep then I have to head back.  There’s a lot to do.  I have to pack up Jesse’s things, find a new place to live.  I can’t stay in that place.  There’s just too many memories.  You, me, and Jesse had some great times in that place.”

“We did,” Bode smiled.  “He always said he was going to marry the manager of the bar that our apartment was above.”

“He never even got her number.”  Arizona laughed.  

“Of course,” Bode chuckled.  “He talked a big game.” 

“Yeah he did.”  Arizona nodded.  

It was quiet between the pair for a long beat.  “I don’t want to leave you.” Arizona whispered.

“I don’t want you to leave.”  Bode admitted.

“How about you finally put me on your visitor list?”  Arizona suggested.  “That way I can come back.”

“I’d like that.”  Bode said.  

Arizona cupped his face in her hand.  “It’s good to see you, Bode.  I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.”  He admitted.

Arizona dropped her hand from his face, gave him a small wave, and walked back towards her car.

“Who was that?”  Vince asked once Bode had rejoined them.

“An old friend.”  Bode answered.

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Mini essay on mdzs up ahead --!

i find mxtx's potrayal of war in mdzs honestly fascinating, and even as i analyse it from a surface-level understanding of the story, mxtx's underlying commentary is incredibly apparent. to add on, i do want to consider the point of the death of the author. even if mxtx's personal intention within mdzs's commentary was tied to problematic interpretations of history etc., it remains up to the audience to determine what they want to take from her work. and because of that, i want to interpret her work in a way that is contextually relevant to what we see in today's world.

one thing is that mxtx's portrayal of the wens through wwx's perspective is so juxtaposed through wwx's actions. on one hand the structure of mdzs is that of an incredibly detached narrative, where perspectives all throughout the story are disconnected from the wens specifically due to their introduction as powerhungry war machines. but when you eventually follow wwx's line of thought with protecting the innocent and ayuan's eventual reconnection to his biological family, it shines much needed light onto the wen clan. because despite historical conflicts and complications, those that succeed the perpetrators are innocent so long as they do not reinstate violence- and we all must be reminded that everyone is human. this is a major point i want to emphasize! after all becomes just and dued its process, people remain people.

in a way, mxtx's portrayal of the wens is a direct reference to china's mentality of the japanese post-manchu invasion. first, we can see that the wens are clearly depicted as the japanese through sun symbolism in their flags as well as their introduction to the story as a clan of war. then, we can dive deeper and see the disconnection of the chinese population with the japanese at the time (which is rightfully so due to the horrific militaristic acts enforced on innocent chinese citizens). this is represented by the eventual corruption of the wen leaders, some which were characterized as absolutists; unendingly greedy; and sadistic. but the thing with this characterisation is that it's so easy to say the same about ALL wens. this is where wen ning and wen qing come into play, however- their inherent need to protect lives and humanity no matter who's in power really humanizes part of the wen clan. and mxtx continues to do this throughout the story. but regardless, because of wwx's limited perspective it's undeniable how disconnected the wens appear from all other clans- and thus wen citizens' humanization post-war becomes so much more important, and we see that through wwx's actions as the yiling laozu.

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Team Gai Modern AU Ethnicity Headcanons

Hai guys no one gaf but here r my gaihan ethnicity hcs... 😻

Maito Gai - Han Chinese

- This is both the most statistically probable and rational choice 🤓☝️I think he and lee are supposed to be based off of bruce lee and jackie chan respectively (and to diff degrees), and im p sure jackie chan is han.

- Chinese fans always talk about how they have the same big nose too aebfvjcdbv but thats where the resemblance stops because Gai is a great father to his gay daughter !

Rock Lee - Half Han, half Manchu

- Disclaimer: China doesn't officially recognize more than one ethnicity in its citizens but 1) im talking about genetics and 2) this is my fake naruto world🥸🤫

- I know i just said that he's based off of Bruce Lee who is Han Chinese & subsequently used that same line of reasoning to say Gai is also han... but . anyway... My reasoning for Manchu Lee is based on his childhood design which is very traditionally Manchu, specifically his hair which is braided like a queue (i'll put a pic below !). The queue hairstyle also has an interesting history in regard to han independence during the qing dynasty, in that han men were forced to wear the style, so cutting it was seen as a sign of rebellion/freedom. I think that could be an interesting thing to consider when thinking about Lee's character arc....But i know kishimoto wasn't thinking ab all that + Lee wasn't forced to wear the hairstyle 🙇‍♀️ the queue just became another stereotypical "chinese" trait that many ppl, like Kishimoto, associate w China. For me though, I think it's a nice way to show lee's potential cultural heritage ! 😻

Tenten - Han Chinese

- This is also just the most statistically probable for her asjdncvajks

- I hc she's from Sichuan cuz of her naruto mobile kung fu collab.. and i think she'll like the spicy food (not as much as lee though)

- sometimes... on certain days.... she is half Uyghur bc of a conversation i had with my sister. We believe 💭 she has Dilraba eyelids🤔

Neji Hyuuga - Japanese

- Omg i know a lot of ppl lump him into the chinese thing cuz of his team but the Hyuuga are soo japanese coded like plz guys...their clothes (off duty), their clan's hierarchical structure (main/branch families), their family naming conventions, etc... Hyuuga literally means "place in the sun" or "turning toward the sun" and what's japan called..oh ya THE LAND OF THE RISING SUN. Like plz guys they are nippon af 😭😭😭🙏🙏🧎‍♀️

- Yes their techniques are based off of a lot of chinese martial arts, esp baguazhang, but that can just be explained by the Sinosphere, like a lot of traditional Japanese cultural elements 🙂‍↕️ China has had a lot of influence on surrounding countries

Anyway if u read all that thank u...i hope i didn't waste ur time🙇‍♀️ Also im chinese btw if u couldnt tell🐼🥮🥠🥡🧧🥮🥢

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Chún and his stallion

Made by Dream AI

//lol, I love it when these bugs happens

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People are upset she "White washed" Unit 731, because she took something that's an incredibly sensitive and painful event and people still have trauma and live with

I like how you say "people" as if the author in question isn't one of those people.

That's what really stinks about so much of this. So many people (most of whom are not actually 'the people affected'; just being 'poc' or 'from a colonized country' does not actually give people who are not Chinese any special insight into what Chinese people, particularly Manchu people, have suffered, sorry to say!) have made the deliberate choice to distance the author from her own people and family history in an attempt to make it seem like she made some horrific transgression by daring to be candid and open about her family's painful history and how stories she was told as a child eventually became this novel.

It's also not 'whataboutism' to point out that white creators get much more grace when muddling about in other people's cultures (the general public still acts as if the sun shines out of Bryke's ass because of ATLA, as if the entire show isn't a clumsy mishmash of aesthetics and a handful of cultural elements from a bunch of Asian countries thrown into a blender) than poc get when, however clumsily, talking about their own culture and familial past.

Then you end your ask with a ridiculous false equivalence that is about the same tone as "well how come it's ok to make white characters black but not the other way around?" which just tells me that your opinion is based more on your desire to tear down this author, for whatever reason, than any real concern with the material reality of the book--of its contents and of the life of the author who wrote it. So you'll have to forgive me for rejected it out of hand.

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Please do write that fanfic of Ruyi and Ling Yunche. Both of them deserve the whole world 😭

Anon sorry for leaving you hanging I swear I am working on it! It's an AU where Ruyi marries Yunche instead of Hongli! Here is the beginning of my fic! I might actually post it as a standalone... Under a cut because it's long lol.

Ling Yunche looks between the doors of the Cold Palace every night when he’s on duty, and watches the fairy crying in the moonlight. She reminds him of the beautiful and tragic fox demon of his hometown’s folk song, condemned to cry forever under the moon with no possibility to join her human lover in the underworld. He misses his village so much. The capital is big and foreign to him, and the palace is a whole world contained within high red walls. He is blessed to have his sweetheart and his childhood friend here with him. They form Yunche’s own world, a cocoon of familiarity and warmth.

The beautiful, sorrowful girl looks terribly lonely in comparison.

He hears the other guards talk about her. She’s an Ula-Nara, the precious daughter of a powerful Manchu family now fallen. Her aunt was the lofty empress of the Forbidden City, but she is now locked away in her palace and disgraced. They say the favorite son of the Emperor wanted to marry her, courting his parents’ wrath. The Emperor was so enraged he ordered to have her thrown in the Cold Palace, even though she does not belong here. Yunche finds her lover a very weak man. Who wouldn’t feel chivalrous looking at that delicate face? And yet he lets her rot here, bending like tall weed in the wind to his parents’ will and marrying the women they have prepared for him. He should have eloped with her, he reasons, and escaped the capital. She must be heartbroken to have placed her love in such a fickle man. He always makes a prayer for her to find a better man, though he grimly knows that beautiful women have tragic fates more often than not. His Yanwan is certainly not as beautiful as this fairy, but she is his and she sings like a goddess. They have loved each other since they could remember. Her father was a joyous though incompetent man, spoiling her rotten when he was still alive. Yunche chases away the memories, not wishing to start thinking of his own parents, buried in his hometown. He has grown up a wild child with no parents to love him. But one day, he promises himself, he shall have a family again.

If the heavens have eyes, they will grant this beautiful girl a family too.

He watches her every night, hearing her quiet sobs. This time though, she turns around and in the semi-darkness, the moonlight is reflected in her eyes like precious jewels. Yunche should do the sensible thing and close the doors lest the girl starts screaming, but his hands refuse to obey him. The fairy approaches him slowly, the simplicity of her attire highlighting the porcelain of her skin and the delicate features of her face. It is as if the statue of a goddess had suddenly gained a life of its own.

“Who is this?” the beauty calls quietly.

“I am Ling Yunche, guard of the Cold Palace!” he whispers back. “And you, beautiful fairy, who are you?”

She looks at him, blinking in obvious surprise. He wants to smash his forehead against the heavy doors, cursing his foolishness.

“Beautiful fairy?” she repeats, confused, her brows furrowing.

“Oh, forgive me! You must be a ghost, rather than a fairy,” he jests to hide his mortification.

Her chuckle is a delightful sound, and her smile is as sweet as honey and as bright as the sun in summer. What possessed her man to abandon her?

“I am Ula-Nara Qinying, daughter of Naerbu.”

“So it is true? You are the woman the fourth prince wanted to marry?”

He sees her face contorts in hurt, and he curses himself once again for his blunder.

“Hey,” he continues, eager not to leave her with a dreadful impression of him, “if you need anything, call for me. I shall do what I can.”

“Thank you, Ling Yunche,” she smiles.

After that they speak leisurely when he is on duty at night, and familiarity has yet to succeed in making her startling beauty fade. He shares his cheap wine with her, and tries to make her laugh. She must be a fairy in disguise, he muses. She loves music and poetry, though she cannot dance; she loves to embroider swallows on her younger sister’s handkerchiefs; she likes to look at the moon when it is full. He never knew such a woman existed. Regularly he wonders how unlucky she is to have given her heart to such an ungrateful man. He never visits her, nor enquires after her. He lives his luxurious life, and has forgotten his sweetheart.

Finally, she is allowed to go back to her parents. She still looks heartbroken, but she gives him a smile as she thanks him for taking care of her. He does not see her again, though he regularly dreams of the fairy sobbing under the moonlight.

Yunche is promoted a week later, and he tells himself that perhaps her man is not so much of a cad as he believed him to be.