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cyborg-franky · 2 years

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Happy Halloween!

This was my part of the server trade with my lovely @mikoyamisheadcanonblog please enjoy <3 your OC and Law fit together so perfectly.

Law x OC SFW Modern AU Word Count: 1,330

He hated parties and wasn’t really a fan of the sillyness that came with Halloween either. Shachi and Penguin had both clung to him and begged him to go with them, that despite how little Law contributed to a party atmosphere it just wouldn’t be the same without him!

Law knew the drill, he’d meet up with the pair, head to the party Luffy and his housemates were throwing, and as soon as there were cute girls he would be ditched, left alone to sulk in the kitchen with the rest of the single men, picking pitifully at plates of tacky Halloween themed snacks and nursing the same beer for a few hours until warm from being clutched in the palm of his hand.

But he did owe them, they got him out of a very awkward and annoying wedding invitation and a Halloween party could never be as awkward as being nagged into being a friend's platonic date to a wedding for two people he couldn’t give a shit about.

He was told to dress up, even given some ideas by Shachi and he rjected them all. Law simply dressed in his normal clothes, jeans, T-shirt, and a hoody, the only difference was he grabbed a cheap apron and covered it in blood.

When he rocked up to Shachi’s house the redhead shook his head and clicked his tongue looking at Law. “What are you meant to be?” He asked and Law shrugged as he watched Penguin, dressed as a zombie ambled towards him making zombie sounds with his arms stretched.

“Insane doctor.” He said simply and Shachi, dressed like a vampire, gave him quizicle eyebrow.

“You don’t look much different Law..” He sighed and locked the front door.

“Exactly,”

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Ash looked around the party, annoyed with the music, annoyed with the drunken idiots, and just done with the entire thing. She didn’t want to dress up or come out but she owed Nami a few bucks and Nami decided to take it from her in pacripaption.

She sighed a little and brushed down her skirt, wearing all black with a simple witch hat on her head, the most she wanted to get into the spirit of things, never a fan of Halloween and all the sillyness that came with it.

Still, she grabbed a drink and sat in the corner on a small sofa by herself and watched as everyone had a good time, a shadow of a smile on her lips, she at least liked seeing her friends have a good time.

The doorbell rang and Luffy threw himself through the crowd to open the door, swinging it open and seeing the three, grinning ear to ear and pulling them in with a big hug, not caring how displeased Law looked.

“Traffy! You look great!” He laughed and pulled Law into the house pushing him through the living room with Shachi and Penguin trailing after them with amused smirks,

Law was about to tell Luffy to stop when he saw a familler person from the corner of his eye, turning he saw Ash and he felt his heart skip a beat. They were friends and had met a few times but it was only ever at this forced get-togethers where neither wanted to be there but they’d been required to show up.

Ash watched as Law was dragged into the kitchen, more than likely being told by Franky that he was too skinny and needed to eat up while Luffy shoved more food into his mouth and tried to make conversation with Law through the food stuffed in his face.

Law soon came out, a beer in his hand, and managed to lose Luffy, he glanced around and was pleased to see Ash was still sitting where he’d caught sight of her before. He walked over, catching her attention, those beautiful eyes and long lashes flicked up from her phone and focused on his, he swallowed the lump in his throat and watched her adjust.

“Can I sit?” He asked, feeling awkward as she nodded.

He normally had this confidence, this nonchalant air but the feelings that were always stirred when he’d spend time with her, well they weren’t what Law was used to, he struggled to comprehend and process but he was happy when she smiled at him, and nodded.

“Did you get dragged here too?” She asked as she watched him sit, sigh and nod at her question.

She liked Law, he was always nice to spend time with, and they sometimes exchanged messages, a friend of a friend sort of thing though she dearly wanted to be more. The time they spent in one another's company was always enjoyable and they seemed to click.

The only time she ever heard him laugh was when they were together.

“Shachi?” A nod. “Nami got me, I owed her.”

Law chuckled, a wonderful sound to her ears, the low timber, and pleasant rumble as he leaned back on the sofa. “Yeah, always is and that’s unfortunate, she’s a real witch, you could owe her a dollar and she’d bleed you dry for a favor.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

They both sat there in comfortable silence, both with small smiles on their faces, giving one another shy glances before he took a breath and turned to face her, he started talking about various things, asking what she'd been up to.

He wasn’t a big talker but he wanted to get to know her, he wanted to be in her life as more than just a fleeting glance, a text here and there when the season dictated, causal happy holidays! Or Happy new year! He wanted more, he desired depth in their friendship.

Maybe he wanted more than a friendship. The way she looked at him, her eyes looking him over, checking him out but mostly meeting his eye, she was never put off by his cold demeanor nor did she try to change it. There was no push or pull but simply a calm flow between them.

As the night went on, he rejected invites to games from Shachi, as she told Nami she wasn’t interested in gossip, they both avoided anything that would take them from one another's company. They spoke of many things, getting into so many topics and real thoughts and they were so compatible, just like Law had thought.

“Hey, do you really want to be here or would you like to get out of here?” He asked and her face lit up, a nod and a smile on her painted lips as she stood and offered her hand to him, which he took.

They managed to sneak away from the crowd, dodging any attempt at unwanted interactions, managing to sneak out onto the balcony, they sat on the bench, strewn with fake webs and string lights shaped like pumpkins and bats.

“It's nice out here,” Ash said with a sigh and sipped her drink, looking out at the moon in the sky, the sparkling stars that twinkled above them.

“I can still hear the shitty music,” Law said with a gruff chuckle as he glanced at her, she nodded in agreement, a small laugh, such a soft sound. He found he adored it and longed to draw more from her.

“So, I think we need to make plans to meet up more often.” He said, not looking at her, just watching the sky, feeling her shuffle closer.

“I agree, maybe something that doesn't involve a costume or everyone else getting drunk around us?” She suggested and stared at the sky with him.

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe tomorrow? We could perhaps get a coffee or something?” He asked and Ash could tell there was a hopeful tone in his voice which caused her to smile.

“Sounds great, it’s a date then Trafalgar.”

He turned to her, meeting her gaze, and nodded, smiling brighter than he had in a while.

#law x oc #own character #one piece own character #sfw #one piece oc

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fandomscraziness22 · 2 years

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Hi Kira! I'm here to be annoying again 😂

3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11, 15, 16, 18, 19, 21, 22, 25 all for JATP

angie!

3) What inspires you to keep creating fanworks?

hmmm well right now it's mostly my friends tbh! usually it's also an innate love for the material and the desire to build something off of it or explore something cool from it

4) answered here

6) What has been one of your favorite fandom experiences?

MAKING FRIENDS 10000000%!! i always heard people online talking about that and it never really happened to me, but in the past year it's been so amazing to make special friends within the fandom and be able to talk about anything and everything with them

8) Who are three fanwork creators (fic writers, gifmakers, artists, meta writers, etc.) that you love seeing on your dash?

i love @pink-flame so much, anything she writes is pure gold. i also love seeing @thedeathdeelers on my dash all the time, keeping that juke love alive! and i'm so excited that @pawprinterfanfic is back in the writing groove for willex!! (all her fics are also so incredibly good)

9) What’s a fanwork that made you laugh?

i don't really read fics for laughter? i know it's kinda weird but i love angst and love, not sillyness in fics. that said, i am a SUCKER for witty/funny banter, and the wizarding world of food service series has some good ones!!

10) answered here but i can add more (of course!) counting the ways to where you are is just heartbreaking as a concept and it soooo amazing, and i loved the look at Flynn and her own grief in i'm on your side (when times get rough)

11) What’s a fanwork that made you squeal?

okay another quick Bright Sessions one, say my name (and every color illuminates) is so fricking cute i love caleb/adam with everything in me. and an oldie but a goodie for juke is you're a part of me (i've reread this idk how many times!)

15) What three fanworks are you the proudest of making?

oh boy! okay, con au running with fire i live like a liar because it was the most worldbuilding i've done outside of a strict au by myself (and also i think it came out well). evil music my beloved! nothing broken (just our minds) is painful but i really liked the tension and the way it continued to ramp up in intensity each time. and then my luke survives au, i miss the days when. definitely one of my more intense and darker fics but i'm proud of how it turned out.

18) What fanwork of yours would you like more fans to check out?

i think don't say goodbye, my boys death fic? i just looked at the stats for it (i never look at stats for anything lol) and it has way less hits than i would have thought

19) What fanwork by someone else would you like more fans to check out?

SHELLY'S POEM FIC MY BELOATHED everyone go read there's more than one way to lose your mind it's soooooo incredible and cool and painful and AHHHHHHHHH

21) What is a recent fic you read for [fandom] that you enjoyed?

uhhh i haven't really read many jatp fics recently but All That Remains just started updating again and i started rereading it and it's so wonderful everyone should read it!

22) Tag someone who brings great vibes to [fandom]!

@legolasghosty is always encouraging and wonderful to hear from!!!

25) What unique thing do you think you bring to [fandom]?

oof, idk! i think i bring enthusiasm (although this is slowly waning sorry jatp) and fun aus????

#angie that was so many holy crap #but thanks i love you!#answered asks #ask game #fandom ask game

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rreeaahh · 4 years

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“I didn’t hear you saying otherways” | Oliver Wood

pairing: oliver x gryffindor! fem! reader

words count: 2,919

requested by: @sillyely - i hope you’ll like it❤ promts: 1. Shut your mouth right now, or I’ll shut it for you. 6. It was only a kiss, don’t start to overthink it. 8. I can’t do this anymore, I need to tell you the truth.

warnings: angst; swearing; alcohol

“Y/N, he is Oliver Wood, a Quidditch teammate,” smiled Katie while doing the presentation, “And that’s Y/N, my best friend.”

Oliver smiled to you and shake your hand gently, his skin feeling rough but still giving you a warm feeling. Katie talked about him all the time, saying how funny he is and yet so responsible and hard-working, so she took the first occasion to get you two know each other.

“Hi, Y/N, how are you doing?” he asked politely, his voice a little hoarse from all the screaming at his team on the pitch.

“Me too”, you answered and realized what he said just after the words left your mouth. “Sorry, sorry! I thought you said it’s nice to meet me!” you explained, a big desire to disappear taking control over you.

“And yeah, that’s the funniest memory I have”, said Oliver to the people that were playing truth or dare in the Common Room.

It was another year when the Gryffindors won the House Cup, a good reason to celebrate by having a party – a secret party. All the walls, doors, windows and even the floor and the ceiling of the room were charmed to be soundproof so nobody outside would hear the muggle music that was blasting. Everyone was having a good time despite of any trouble faced during the year and that party was a good way to say your goodbyes to the seventh years, Oliver being a part of them.

It’s true that you two met because of Katie, because even you were housemates, you never bumped into each other. He laughed at you a long time after that day but eventually he stopped; you thought he forgot because he never mentioned it after that – until now, in front of a big group of people, some of them a little drunk and easier to be made to laugh.

“Oh, shut up, Oliver,” said Katie from your left, looking at the boy in your right with a crooked smile; you could smell the firewhiskey in her breath but it didn’t bother you – you were in the same state.

Oliver laughed along with the rest, only Percy being serious from his spot on the couch. He didn’t approve with the party, but he couldn’t oppose to the entire house of Gryffindors. He ended up drinking firewhiskey on the couch – at the insistence of the twins – and only watching everything that happened around him.

“Y/N, your turn,” spoke Angelina raising a brow at you, a daring smile on her lips.

“Truth,” you said again, for the third time, gaining a round of exclamations from the players. The music was loud enough to cover your mumbling as you told them to fuck off.

“You’re not fun,” sighed Fred, his twin agreeing with him as Angelina was thinking for something.

“Oh, I know!” she said full of excitement, clapping her hands. “Do you remember, in your third year, when you were writing in that diary of yours about a crush?”

Unfortunately, you did. She and Katie found it under your bed, but luckily, you didn’t write a name – it was about a boy and nothing more.

“Yes,” you said slowly, waiting for her to say the question.

“Who was it all about?”

Suddenly, all the eyes were on you, more focused than when you came out of your bedroom all dressed up: the black skirt was tight around your body, the red shirt was elegant but also sexy, thin and the first three buttons being unbuttoned, your spare neck filled with gold jewelry.

“Remember, Y/N, if you don’t answer, you take another shot,” Angelina reminded you, pointing at the nearly empty firewhiskey bottle in the center. You already were a little dizzy from the beginning of the party, so a little more alcohol couldn’t hurt you.

“You already had enough,” whispered Oliver looking in your eyes as he touched your arm, his hand feeling like it touched directly your skin through the red skirt.

“Percy,” you said out loud, everybody screaming in shook. You turned and watched the red-head who was also as shocked as the others.

“What the fuck?!” shouted Fred and then laughing.

“It was a long ago and I was a child,” you tried to explain, feeling embarrassed.

“I’m flattered,” said Percy with a little smile on his face, like he tried to comfort you.

“I always thought it was Oliver,” said Katie, still trying to process your confession.

The truth is that you fancied Percy from your second year to your third, seeing in him an admirable student, ready to help everyone. He was cute, with his freckles and red hair – the Weasley effect, how everybody in Hogwarts liked to say – but after meeting Oliver and spending more time with him, getting to know him and discovering how many things you had in common, you realized that your feelings for Percy were only feelings of sympathy, that kind of sympathy you have for someone you look up to. Oliver always gave you a feeling of warmth inside every time he spoke to you about Quidditch, with passion in his voice, every time he hugged you or comforted you when having a bad day. He was everything a girl could dream of: athlete, funny, kind, polite, hard-working. He wasn’t flawless, of course, but his imperfections seemed to be so little, nearly nonexistent in your eyes. And those feelings were present even then, when everybody talk about your old crush on Percy.

Oliver looked at Percy, then at you, then at Percy again, his face confused and frowned. “You never told me about it, I thought we shared everything,” he said a little sad, but the alcohol in your body made you laugh.

It was Katie’s turn – who picked dare and was forced to rate every guy she ever kissed. Angelina gave that dare because she wanted to find the answer to an old question she asked a year ago. Katie told everyone that the best kisser she ever met was Adrian Pucey, her answer shocking everyone a lot more than your confession. “But Oliver isn’t bad either,” she continued and your jaw nearly dropped.

She kissed Oliver? Your best friend kissed the boy you had feelings for, even though she knew?

Your heart seemed to stop beating, the air refusing to enter your lungs.

“I knew it! I knew you two kissed that day after practice!” Angelina shouted, only making it worst.

Deep down in your heart you hoped that Oliver shared your feelings – all his sweet talk, the looks, the touches, smiles and compliments – all of this seemed to be flirting, but apparently it wasn’t. You felt your soul breaking but had no reaction outside. Katie grabbed your hand and tried to say something, but you didn’t pay attention to her. It was Fred’s turn to ask for truths or to give dares and the look in his eye only showed how excited he was – and that was scary and exciting at the same time.

The anger grew inside you, burning, and the only solution to cool it off seemed to be the bottle of alcohol. You took a big sip, George encouraging you as the liquid burned your throat. Katie never told you about it – not even mentioned something about Oliver being attractive in her opinion or something, and him, the little bastard, only played with you. They deserved each other.

After you putted the bottle down you could feel Oliver’s gaze on you. “I think you had enough, Y/N,” he said out loud, trying to make himself heard through the music.

“And I think you should mind your own business,” you laughed forced and moved your look away from him, back to Fred, who already dared his brother to take Angelina seven minutes in Heaven, the girl leaving with a blush on her cheeks. His brown eyes were now on Oliver, with a smirk on his face.

“Captain, truth or dare?” asked Fred, his voice a little cracked from the alcohol. They were the ones who brought it here – no one knew who or from where – but somehow, they were the most sober ones. Only them and Oliver barely touched the firewhiskey, the rest of you drinking it like it was water. Angelina, you, Katie and Lee were really drunk and you were feeling proud – if you weren’t drunk right now, you would cry your eyes out because Katie’s words. Oliver isn’t bad either. Your friend knew how his kiss tasted, how soft were his lips, how he could touch a girl to bring her closer – you didn’t.

“Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” shouted Fred and the reality hit you again. “It’s your turn,” he explained seeing your confused face, “Oliver chose to drink because he’s a pussy.”

“Suck me, Weasley,” hummed Oliver gritting his teeth.

He was angry – you didn’t pay attention to him, but he was angry. How could you not tell him about Percy? How could you like Percy? Even if he was his friend, he was jealous just at the thought of you, having feelings for another boy than him. From the very first day you two met he knew you were special; your smile, your eyes, your soft touch, your voice and the way you blushed after thinking he said he was glad to meet you – all of his haunted him and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He was mad that you didn’t tell him – it’s true that he didn’t mention his kiss with Katie, but that was a mistake. He asked her to kiss him just because he needed to be sure that his feelings for you couldn’t be changed by anything; it was a stupid idea, of course, but when he found his lips against Katie’s and his mind dreaming about the day he could kiss you, he knew. He never had the guts to confess, because he never felt like it was the right moment – and all that lion bravery died because there he was: his last year at Hogwarts just ended and the girl he was in love with had a crush on his friend. Did your feelings for Percy changed? He wasn’t sure about that, because Percy was a great guy: responsible and a bright future ahead, husband material.

“I bet he is,” you said to Fred only to annoy Oliver. “Give me a dare, Freddie, I won’t refuse it,” your words made Fred’s eyes sparkle. Katie laughed and you felt annoyed because of hearing her, but you ignored it.

“I dare you, Y/N,” he started and then bitted his lower lip, searching for something good, “I dare you to kiss Percy.”

Your breath stopped as you tried to process his words.

“Fred, are you insane?” spoke Percy from the couch.

“Oh, c’mon, Perce, it’s only a kiss, a peck,” Fred smiled to his brother.

“He’s not even playing,” scoffed Oliver and his voice set fire to your rationality.

“Yes, I’m not even playing,” agreed Percy immediately.

“It’s only a kiss, Percy,” you said, suddenly looking at him. “I won’t bite you, pinky promise,” you chuckled as you got up and stayed beside him on the couch, your eyes being glassy from the alcohol which started to take effect.

“Only ten seconds,” Fred added.

“Only ten seconds, Percy,” you whispered as you approached.

Percy had no reaction – he didn’t pull away, he didn’t approach – until your lips were on his, softly moving. Then he cupped your face gently, responding to your actions. Fred started to count from one to ten, but at three he stopped, looking at you kind of shocked when you climbed into his brother’s lap, wanting to have a better position. You didn’t feel a sparkle, or a fire in your heart, but it was nice and sweet, his other hand resting on your waist as your fingers where in his hair.

“Ten,” laughed Fred and you stayed there for two more seconds, and then smiled at Percy from his lap.

“You’re a good kisser, Percy,” the alcohol in your veins told him, a blush appearing in his cheeks.

“Ok, let’s move on, should we?” said Oliver and you smirked to yourself, coming back to your place on the floor.

“I think Y/N should move in another room with Percy,” said Fred and winked at his brother, who rolled his eyes and left to his dormitory, your eyes following him without realizing.

“It was only a kiss, don’t start to overthink it,” told Oliver to you, his voice being annoyed as he didn’t even looked at you.

“You know what, Wood?” you said in the same tone, “You can go and fuck yourself,” and with that you got up, leaving the Common Room in a hurry.

You entered your dormitory and slammed the door, running your hand trough your hair. The kiss with Percy meant nothing and that was very clear to you – but the way Oliver spoke to you, his tone, his words, the fact that he kissed Katie… everything was too much and the overwhelming feeling made you cry without realizing it.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” shouted Oliver as he entered your room like a hurricane, also slamming the door behind him.

“What do you want?! Leave me the fuck alone!”

But he didn’t seem to hear you, walking to you and grabbing your arm. “Why did you kissed him?”

His question made you laugh. Who he thought he is to ask for an explanation for your actions?

“Because I wanted to,” you simply said, a frowned look on your face.

His smelled like oranges and alcohol and his eyes were nearly black, the anger making them darker than usual.

“Why the fuck do you care? Usually you don’t care about me! I don’t care if you kiss someone, or fuck someone so you shouldn’t care either, you’re not my father to ask me about the boys I kiss!”

“I care about you,” he said calmly as he took a deep breath.

“Oh, yeah? Well, you don’t care enough then! You didn’t care about me when you kissed my best friend and then kept it a secret, so fuck off!” You tried to release your hand from his grip, but he only made it tighter.

“I can’t do this anymore, I need to tell you the truth,” he sighed and closed his eyes, but that only made you even more angry, the tears in your eyes flowing on your face.

“The truth? I don’t give a damn about the truth, Oliver!” you laughed. “You don’t need to explain me anything,” you said quietly.

“I’m in love with you,” he said out of the sudden.

The time stopped. He just told you he’s in love with you.

“I am in love with you since the day we met.”

“You fucker!” you screamed and punched his chest. “You can’t just tell me you love me since then on your last day here! You’re selfish and stupid and I hate you!”

Oliver was angry too, he had no idea why, but your words made him mad – not because you injured him, but because you were angry too.

“You’re not serious,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You’re a coward, you never made a move, only flirted with me and then kissed my friend,” you said hurt. “But it’s ok,” you added with a smile on your lips, “I’m sure there are boys who know how to act towards a girl – Percy, for example,” you smirked, wanting to hurt him even a bit, but his face seemed to be more angry than hurt. “He really is a good kisser, I wonder what else he knows to do with that mouth.”

“A good kisser?” Oliver laughed, this way releasing of part of his emotions which started to boil.

“Yes, he has soft lips and a nice touch,” you continued, “I think I’ll ask him tomorrow to go on a date sometime, and maybe after that he’ll show me what means a true man, because you never did.”

The idea of Percy, his friend, touching you, kissing you, holding you – that drove him crazy.

“Shut your mouth right now, or I’ll shut it for you,” he growled through his teeth, your wrist ached from his grip.

“How, Oliver?” you laughed mocking him, “You weren’t able to confess your feelings and now you think you can shut m-“

But he did. He shut your mouth by pressing his against it, in an aggressive way, his lips moving with hunger. It annoyed you how fast you let your guard down, responding to his kiss and moaning at the feeling of his tongue on your lips, asking for permission to deepen the kiss – permission you gave to him when you felt his hand on your ass.

He was rough yet soft, his kiss soft yet giving you a feeling of burning from the firewhiskey he drank before you kissed Percy. He pulled away and breathed heavily, resting his head against yours and looking in your eyes, his being warmer now.

“I’m sure Percy couldn’t kiss you like that,” he said in a mean tone, but with a proud smile on.

“You’re a dick,” you laughed.

“Me too,” he said softly and made you confused. Oh, sorry, I thought you said that you love me.”

“Now you want to show me that you’re not a coward, Wood?” you raised a brow at him.

“I didn’t hear you saying otherways”, he said cocky and pulled you in for another kiss.

#oliver wood #oliver x y/n #oliver x reader #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #fred weasley #george weasley #percy weasley #fanfic #angst

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r-fenghuang-fanfiction · 5 years

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The Untamed Drama Review

Things I loved about the Untamed :

- Nie 'Even-I-Got-Depth' Huaisang (seriously, rewatch the conference scene after knowing what his motives are)

- WWX getting roasted by his husband and his son

- LWJ protecting his dumbass hubby (he ain't takin' no shit. His response time is instant)

- Wen Ning being a sweetie (but also being allowed to grow-up)

- the whole peanut gallery following WWX around like baby ducklings (so cutttee!!!)

- Jiang Cheng being just like his mother and Jin Ling being a mix of his dad and Jiang Cheng

- WWX being an eccentric, genius shut-in and learning how to farm

- everytime WWX is on screen with his sister or his son

- big bro Lan being the #1 WangXian supporter

- Yunmeng sibling dynamic (big sis Yanli doting on her cute lil bros and WWX doting on/teasing his prickly baby Ah-Cheng)

- Lan sibling dynamic

- decent foreshadowing and character depth (the secret stayed a secret, but there were enough little hints that we could follow the logistics and nothing felt like it came out of nowhere)

- understandable character motivations

- WWX is bisexual 🙌

- LWJ's minimalist responses

- WWX being hunted, not because he was wrong morally, but because his greatness intimidated others (that hurted) and he was too self-righteous and believed that justice would prevail while being blind to everyone scheming against him. Learn to pick your battles, bro.

- Yunmeng siblings. I cannot stress this enough. YUNMENG. SIBLINGS. (The depth of love they have for each other and the way the older ones look after the younger. So painful, so sweet!)

- LWJ being the hopeless gay to WWX's oblivious bisexual

- LWJ immediately adopting WWX's son

- Lan Jingyi, the least Lan to ever Lan

- Wen Ning! (*Ugly sobbing on the floor*) Wen Ning!! Poor, sweet cinnamon roll!

- the Lan men and their hard luck with love

- LWJ losing his parents the way that he did, admiring his upright brother and uncle, and then falling for someone like WWX and helplessly watching him slip further and further out of reach

Things I didn't love about the Untamed :

- why are you all standing around? Be rude, be active, keep up the pacing and stop awkwardly long-pausing so people can monalogue

- real talk: I want more Jackie Chan slaps and less sommersaults

- the fact that one of your villains is basically a WWX/Xiao Xiangchen sassaeng is really creepy and uncomfortable

- seriously, STOP STANDING/SITTING AROUND! Your enemy is monalogueing and showing you his back-- Stab him!

- they tried to do the whole non-linear narrative thing and it didn't really work. It basically spoiled a bunch of the villains and character deaths and killed the suspense

- Chinese censorship (and also what they're doing to HK, the Uighur people and Taiwan)

- the lackeys (it's fine that you want some lame villains, but damn they're annoying)

- do I even have to mention the special effects and choppy editing?

- too many characters, too many names-- WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE??

- really, this didn't have to be non-linear, you didn't have to do that. That's so confusing for no reason

- because we're kind of experiencing it through WWX, we don't really get to feel the 16 yr gap. We're told what happened to them, but we don't get to watch them struggle, mourn or cope (it's fine, it just removes a bit of depth from their grief)

- the real murderer. I liked him better when I thought he was just trying to bang the older Lan bro instead of his own sister. Yuck.

- playing instruments while fighting doesn't really 'work' unless you're gonna go all Mad Max or Pirates of the Carribean. You can't escape the sillyness, you can only go full camp. Be self-aware and irreverant. If you take yourself too seriously, it's kind of cringe.

Final thoughts:

7/10, would recommend! 👍

Pros: Good characters, good story, some nice moments. Lovable character dynamics, nice settings and wardrobe, no cringe dialogue.

Cons: Pacing is weird (maybe skip the first two episodes?), if you're sensitive to death and violence ur gonna have to skip some parts, some of the queer got censored out, ep 45 has a non graphic depiction and mentions of two sexual assaults, non graphic incest, creepy sassaeng character.

Overall: I liked it enough to watch it more than once! And rewatching it with context from later episodes enhances the experience.

#the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #chinese #drama #cdrama #mo dao zu shi #the founder of diabolism

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