#like this happened to lan wangji the untamed

[1864th]

getting mad abt the kdj/yjh actors height of ALL things its actually so embarassing 😭

[zelkams-art]

Very late with this, but Happy Year of the Dragon! Got the inspiration from the official artworks released for it!

[rosesapphire2323]

Just had a horrible, terrible thought. Have you ever tried taking a child from their mother, like to hold them or whatnot? after a certain age kids understand that taking them from their mom isn't gonna be permanent and you're not gonna kill them, but before that they cry and cling. And so it occurred to me that lwj may once had been at such age, small enough to think that being taken from his mom is the end of the world and had at least once reacted accordingly.

Think about that. Actually envision that moment happening with a tiny baby a-zhan clinging with his life to his mom when they're trying to take him away.

Now your day is as ruined as mine.

[goldencorecrunches]

on the one hand i know the lans probably tried to keep lan sizhui sequestered away from the rest of the world for several years bc of wen yuan reasons on the other hand I think it would be very funny if lan wangji tried to teach him to hate jiang cheng, specifically, for petty reasons, and wee lan sizhui just. refused

[violetscanfly]

Vampire Wei Wuxian & (Ex)Vampire hunter Lan Wangji

[zelkam]

— episode 50

[rhymaes]

The Untamed (2019) // “Snowdrops,” Louise Glück

[tuyo-truly]

has anyone realised the parallel between mdzs and tgcf, where lan wangji unties his headband for wei wuxian and thus, lets go of this self-control and xie lian breaks his vow of abstinence for hua cheng and thus, lets go of his self-control?

[incorrect-mxtx-quotes]

Lan Wangji: “Wei Ying, I think we need to talk about demonic cultivation. It's bad. You shouldn't do it anymore."

[chuplayswithfire]

sometimes i truly wonder what the landscape of mdzs fandom would be like if the sibling wei wuxian got killed was lan xichen instead of jiang yanli, and he and lan wangji had a real, truly deep, complex, problem between them, instead of their misunderstandings of each other's character

[wangxian-the-zhijis]

The Untamed ep. 32 & 50

Please don’t prioritize your sibling over me

[drinkingteainthedark]

One of the funniest (scariest) things about Lan Wangji's long ass sleeves is sometimes I'll see art of him and for a split second think he's pregnant

[phoenixcatch7]

Hey mdzs crowd how would wwx being a bloodborne hunter sucked into a night of the hunt every full moon sound?

Maybe not a full long night, just an 'hour' of it every month, so he finishes one full hunt a year??

A qi free place, exactly like the actual game, but he has to sneak away into the moonlight portal or risk an agonising transformation into a grotesque beast himself for the duration the moon is in the sky. Cloud cover does nothing. He will try and kill everything in his path unless chained.

A choice between becoming a werewolf or the hunter, basically.

And lwj somehow following him through the portal once, to this qi less place, but as a cultivator of significant insight and an unprotected human of normal blood it goes REALLY downhill fast until wwx is able to free him, either by a high adrenaline scene getting a collapsing lwj back through the portal before it closes or by managing to drag his increasingly agonised and overwhelmed body to the sanctuary until the time is over, thus wasting valuable time and making things so much worse for wwx in the next full moons. It's a very angsty and traumatising reveal all round.

Because wwx is a whip smart guy with dangerous thoughts on resentment and the use of corpses, who went through horrifying things and emerged amazingly intact but not untouched, and I think it'd be really interesting to see the interplay of these dual lives. How the cultivation world is so, so much better in pretty much every way, but its own horrors reflective of yharnam, its capabilities for so much more than what they have.

Like, he'd be so much more desensitised to horror and gore, but it'd be matched by the stubborn drive that this is his home, his refuge from the dragging terror of the hunt, and he'd defend that to his last breath. And living a life as a (horribly fragile if lethal) mortal and still surviving the worst yharnam has to throw at him, he'd have a very different outlook on losing his core. He's already seen how, with the right tools, he can be just as dangerous if not more than the average cultivator. And in the cultivation world there's just so much more potential!

His inherent goodness, too, would not survive without damage just from the smog of hopelessness in the air. A wwx who can't keep that instinctive urge to help, but now has to choose, with every second, to remain kind (if not extremely inflammatory about it lmao).

The contemplation of demonic cultivation, too, would have a very different sort of draw. It's not just forbidden, taboo, but he's seen the very worst of it in action; the healing church, the orphan of kos, the vile bloods, the school of mensis, the feral beasts in rotten human skin roaming every street convinced they're still human.

But wwx isn't wwx without truly amazing levels of trailblazing hubris and curiosity, and he'd have the little niggling whispers in the back of his head, theories about how what they did could have been used for actual good, or at least more humanely. When he committed to the risk of demonic cultivation, he'd feel the dangerous itch to practice on things already dead, things that can't touch his home. To organise his goals, get some sort of advantage from this awful place, where the consequences (probably) can't follow him home. But yharnam is the most dangerous place possible to try messing with blood and the dead, and the knowledge of the rheumy eyes of the eldritch monstrosities above him is a heavy pressure on the back of his head.

I'd love to explore the themes of the changes wrought, these two different existences touching through wwx, but also can you imagine the yiling patriarch with a gun and a butchers knife?

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

So okay I don't know if this is like...a cool thing to do or not, but there's a fic I claimed from the 2022 kink meme list (I couldn't resist, in large part because Tales From Jianghu Shopping Center was listed by the prompter as one of their inspirations for the prompt) that I'm not sure when I'll actually finish writing but I have started it and I'd like to at least acknowledge that I'm doing it even if the prompter won't see this. But the prompt is something along the lines of anything highly specific and niche (like my strip mall AU lol), and I actually happen to have a growing little stockpile of very very niche knowledge about my chosen professional field, which is ceramics! I specialize in wheel-throwing (though I'm also a...passable hand at plaster mold-making/slip casting and handbuilding, I just don't enjoy them nearly as much) so I've started a little something from Lan Wangji's point of view that's a love letter to throwing ♥

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As is tradition, Lan Wangji works in porcelain.

The Lan family have been respected masters of porcelain for centuries, generations stretching back, back, back nearly to the beginning of the imperial kiln production in Jingdezhen. They once produced the enormous pots that adorned emperors’ palaces – there are (very distant) cousins of his in Jingdezhen who still do so for wealthy patrons.

It’s easy to forget such a background when he enters his personal studio on the other side of the world and flicks on the lights to begin the day’s routines. It’s precisely what he wants – a quiet life like this, simple and unassuming, is much more suited to his desire than the weight of tradition that could otherwise press him and his work down into something he would never want to be.

Not that he deviates very far from tradition anyway, but it’s the principle of the thing. Lan Wangji takes quiet pleasure in simplicity, in function that is beautiful in its hard-won mastery. There are very few non-traditional ways to accomplish this that he’s interested in, but he likes having the option should he want to take it. 

Lan Wangji had learned to throw at his uncle’s knee as soon as it was possible to do so. He has continued to do so since childhood with a single-mindedness that once surprised even his uncle. All he’d ever wanted to do was to sit at the wheel for hours and hours on end, only pausing to warm the water in his bowl with a fresh influx from the kettle and to transfer full wareboards (once he was strong enough) to the drying racks in the corner of his uncle’s studio.

Lan Wangji has always struggled to find the words to convey how integral the motion of the wheel and the smooth slip of clay through his finger and against his palms is to feeling like he fits into his skin properly, but his family seems to understand just the same.

Yesterday, as the sun was westering, Lan Wangji had weighed up a few bags of fresh porcelain. The lumps are waiting for him now, tumbled together under their protective sheets of plastic, ready to be molded and shaped by hands and hypnotic motion. There’s enough of a chill in the studio this time of year that there isn’t any condensation on the plastic when he lifts it, so he folds it away neatly and settles into the easy rhythm of wedging his clay to prepare it for the wheel.

There is, in the middle of the studio, a sturdy butcher’s block workbench. He built it himself right there in the studio, the first piece of furniture that had filled the space even before he’d purchased his Shimpo wheel. It’s very likely too heavy to lift – it’s certainly too big to ever get through the door – but he has no intention of ever leaving this studio to begin another, so it suits his purposes just fine.

Wedging the clay on this sturdy, hip-height table is nearly as meditative a process as all the rest of it. A bit more of a workout than sitting at the wheel, but it’s a good way to warm up in the morning, his muscles well accustomed to the push-turn-push-turn-push-turn of spiral wedging that it’s gone beyond second nature, it simply is. His mind wanders pleasantly as he watches the misshapen lumps of pure porcelain become smooth and rounded beneath his palms. Perhaps he’ll spend the day on bowls. They’re quick and simple, suited to his mood today, and he’ll have plenty of them done by lunch when he already knows his typical solitary routine will be interrupted (and can therefore plan for it so far in advance). 

The sun is up properly by the time Lan Wangji finishes his wedging, and once he’s transferred the first batch of prepared clay to the wheel he pauses to stand in the open doorway and look out over the garden that sits between his studio and his home. The grass and the flowers are glittering fresh and dewy in the sunlight as he rolls his shoulders, stretches out his back in preparation to be seated for long hours.

When he returns, the wheel welcomes him, familiar and comforting. He fills an old bird seed bucket with warm water from the tap and arranges the small mirror at the back of the wheel’s tray to the perfect angle to watch his own hands before he settles in and takes a deep breath, sleeves rolled up and apron cinched comfortably tight around his waist as an unnecessary reminder to keep his back as straight as he can while he works.

The first ball of porcelain hits the perfect bullseye of the wheelhead and Lan Wangji leans in to begin centering, the porcelain buttery soft where it runs under his hands. Porcelain, he knows, is notorious for being difficult to work with, particularly for beginners. This far into his career, it’s simply polite and responsive to each confident press of his palms. He cones it first, hands curled around it to coax it in and up; presses it down again with the flat of his hand, every movement focused on the centerpoint of the wheel gliding silently through magnet-powered rotations. 

Up. 

Down again. 

Up.

Down.

Push.

Press.

Lan Wangji loves every part of the throwing process for what it is, but if he were to have to choose only one, this would be his favorite: the moment he can feel the clay running smoothly, perfectly centered the whole way through and ready to become whatever he will tell it to be, the possibilities ��� for this moment – endless.

[deadpoolsmom]

ep 3-5 of the untamed thoughts; follow up to my ep1/2 post because actually I am going to be annoying about this show that came out 4 years ago

It’s unclear how old the main cast is at this point but I’m guessing like older teens have to young 20s? Cause they’re students I think and the headband babies in the first eps were like 16?

Yanli visibly wants to fuck that rich man so bad lmao. Love that the first two episodes made sure to give us proof she got to; and that they both will die yeah but they are both palpably horny for each other every time they’re near each other. The way Wuxian and Cheng have so solidly misinterpreted this is extremely funny. She wants to dick him down So Bad and they’re like 😠 this rich man is rude to our sister 😠 she Hates him 😠 Death Penalty no remorse for everyone Yanli doesn’t like 😤

Jiang Cheng babygirl I could treat you right pspspsp He can do whatever he wants for the next 45 episodes and I’ll be like okay bbg you’re so right. His lil crush on Wen Qing rn is adorable though (pretty that’s not gonna end well but I want good things for her)

Wei Wuxian is great (A+ adhd king) but he would also be the most annoying brother in history. He keeps randomly disappearing in a new place and worrying Cheng, talking back to leaders, and getting in trouble in the middle of this group trip to place with 3000+ rules. Tbth if I was Cheng and in some part responsible for making the group behave and represent ourselves to these seniors? I would have literally killed him by the second night. Genuinely wildly tolerant; he should get a free pass on the whole killing him thing forever. He clearly loves his very silly brother so so much by how long he managed to hold out (expecting to be devastated by whatever causes this btw)

I think they previously said the body Wei Wuxian reincarnated through (Mo Xuanyu?) was the illegitimate son of the Jin leader? Which apparently the servant guy Meng Yao(?) with the hm… questionable vibes is also. Not sure how old Xuanyu is supposed to be but I guessing that’s the same guy? Which like. My dude. Get it together. Perhaps stop having illegitimate kids who hate you?

Wen Ning??? My beloved corpse weirdo is just a little guy right now? A little sweet baby boy?? I’m so not braced for whatever causes that okay. Me 🤝 Wen Qing: patting him on his little head 🥺

Lan Xichen every time WWX and LWJ interact: 👀🏳️‍🌈😏

[nephilimworld03]

Okay I'm coming back to posting on Tumblr after all this time because I feel the need to announce to the world that there is a lack of MDZS/The Untamed characters edits with "United In Grief" by Kendrick Lamar and they are much needed. Thanks for coming to my ted talk