Part 5 

Gravity

it’s lonely out in space

call of the void

^ guess which one died a virgin（ ಠωಠ）

….guessing game for people outside MoDaoZuShi fandom *gets kicked*

*Based on one of the extra chapters from MDZS novel.

See that wall? It’s the Lan Sect’s Wall of Discipline that appeared for 2 seconds in MDZS Episode 2. Some very diligent soul on Weibo actually went to read the texts carved on that Wall. Probably with a magnifying glass. No joke. Like, seriously, no joke.

Here goes all the rules that she managed to read out - translated hopefully not horrendously by Tumblr user my-otp-list. 

“Do not kill within Cloud Recesses

Do not fight without permission

Do not commit acts of promiscuity

Do not go out at night

Do not make noise

Do not walk too fast

Do not laugh for no reason

Do not sit with a disgraceful pose

Do not eat more than 3 bowls (Translator’s note: LOL)

Be a filial child

Organise work properly

Diligence is the root

Morality is the priority

Harmony is the value

Learning comes first

Do not take your own words lightly

Do not act impulsively

Do not give up on learning

Make sure to act virtuously

Do not forget the grace of the forefathers

Be careful with your words

Be respectful and humble

Be loyal and filial

Be amicable and united

Be of one mind

Train your body and your mind

Stop the bad habits

Be strict with yourself

Be easy on others

Do not hold grudges

Love and respect yourself

Maintain your own discipline

If others win over you, do not envy

If other lose to you, do not look down

Do not be wasteful

Do not create damages

Love all beings

Honour good people

Steer away from bad men

Respect the filial ones

Destroy the five poisons*

Nurture aspirations

Uphold the value of justice

Shoulder the weight of morality

Embrace the entirety of the world

Perform acts of chivalry

Have courage and knowledge

Have courtesy and integrity

Have affection and gratefulness

Have wins and losses

Be fair, and they will follow you

Be trustworthy, and they will believe you

Be mighty, and they will die for you

Take the straight path

Reject the crooked road

Earn trust

Believe sincerely

Have a strong will and anything can be achieved

Win friendships with kindness

See friends as neighbours

Be just

Be generous

Be ethical

Be grateful

Be loyal

Appreciate the good people  

Wake up at 8am

Do not be picky about food

Have a proper posture

Do not be overly happy

Do not be overly sad

Do not be over-the-top

Do not use bad words to hurt others

Do not spread empty lines

Do not break promises

Do not form cliques

Do not speak ill of others

Do not live extravagantly

Do not build wealth by using others, for this wealth won’t last

Help the underprivileged

Do not argue with your family, for it doesn’t matter who wins

Speak meagerly, for too many words only bring harm”

So, does anyone here think they qualify to be a Gusu Lan Sect disciple? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

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Bonus - An actual rule that was added by Lan Qiren after WWX and LWJ got together:

“Do not get near Wei Ying”

No, I’m not kidding.

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All ‘squinting and staring’ credit goes to Weibo user 啧昵称什么好烦_yooooo. 

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Mo Dao Zu Shi Drama (Chenqing Ling)’s Character Posters

Part 2 - Major Supporting Characters | Part 1

So, I’m really not the type to rely on others for money. I’ve worked and paid rent since I was 16 years old, I’m going to college completely on scholarship, and until March of this year I worked full time on top of taking 18 credit hours. But tl;dr I lost my job in March and was diagnosed with Lupus in May. My recovery period has depleted my savings, leaving me in a spot of trouble. 

For the longer story, my name is Cheyenne and I’ve been sick since I was 13. In 8th grade, I got strep throat three times in the span of two months and upon the fourth time it ended up developing further into a blood infection. My parents aside from being neglectful and abusive in general, did not believe in going to doctors because their eldest child died as a result of cancer treatments before I was born. As a consequence, I had blood poisoning for over a month and it very nearly killed me. 

Since that time, my health has always been bad. I developed a mystery neurological condition that caused me to faint every day, on top of dangerous hypotenson, muscle, bone, and nerve damage. Through out high school I missed over a year of it cumulatively because of fainting, tachycardia, and abnormal thyroid activity. Every where I went I got a different diagnosis but I was never checked for autoimmune diseases. 

When I finally made it to college my health was finally good. I could walk to class, up to 11 miles a day, I worked full time, I took a full schedule. I was happier than I have ever been. I had made it out of the trailer park I grew up in and I was finally in control of my life. 

But in March everything took a turn. I was fired from my job after being framed for theft (I reported to my superiors that a work issued key of mine had been stolen, and when they checked the safe the key went to, the money inside was missing). Ultimately, they decided I hadn’t taken the money but it was my fault for allowing my key to be stolen. Suddenly, I was out of a job I sincerely loved and I had just moved into a new apartment with higher rent. For the first time since moving out I bawled my eyes out. 

Not even a week later, symptoms aggressively returned. My blood pressure dropped off from a 110/60 average to 80/60 on a good day, my heart was constantly racing and I developed a sharp pain in my calf that gradually grew so  bad I couldn’t walk on top of chest pain. Upon going to the doctor they discovered that my right leg had swollen up and they suspected I might have a blood clot. 

Over the next two months I would end up in the ER 4 times, twice for blood clots, one in my calf, another in my lungs, and twice for abnormal kidney behavior. My body was literally falling apart on me at 19 with no explanation. After a couple dozen blood tests, they discovered my ANA (anti-nuclear-antibody) count was sky high and sent me to see a rheumotologist. 

In the meantime, I spent a summer sequestered inside, barely finishing my spring semester, my GPA dropping .8 points due to attendance and late work. I couldn’t go in the sun or stay on my feet for more than two hours, the fatigue was just too much. My thyroid activity got worse, the pain got worse, the kidneys got worse. I spent a summer plagued with fevers and unexplained pain. 

Finally, when I could see a doctor in July, my results were inconclusive. I had a family history of lupus, I checked off most of the diagnosis checklist, but my blood work wasn’t convincing enough. So, I had to spend another six months waiting for confirmation (which came in November) and it wasn’t until August that the flare seemed to pass. 

Still, uncertain about treatment and relapse, I haven’t been able to work, surviving off of carefully budgeted financial aid but in the last month before my second disbursement, I’ve run out of funds. 

I’ve already been skipping meals and cutting out anything nonessential but I’m still short on a university hospital bill that I have to pay in order to be issued my scholarship/financial aid disbursement. I have worked so hard every day of my life to pull myself out of the trailer park I was raised in, doing every I can to distance myself from abusive parents but my health has been a constant obstacle. I HATE the idea of relying on others but if I can’t raise $120 by the 19th, I don’t get the money that pays my tuition. 

There’s not a lot I can offer right now, I’d be happy to draw or write anything for you, and I read tarot cards. If you send me an ask with your name, I’ll give you a tarot reading as long as you like with either the wild unknown deck or the lumina tarot. Text, skype, email, it doesn’t matter–I’ll draw as many cards as you like regardless of what you donate. 

“What happened?” I asked.

She kissed my forehead and said, “Your fever is back.”

“But what happened?” I asked again.

She didn’t answer right away. She rested her cool hand on my hot cheek. And then she told me 20 people had been killed in a shooting at a gay nightclub in Orlando. That’s all she knew, that’s all anyone knew. 20 dead gay and trans people who’d been out dancing, celebrating Pride.

Stacy was right that my fever was back. I’d been fighting a cold for a week and I’d clearly lost the battle. She kissed me again and got up and got dressed and went out for supplies. She knew what I needed without me having to ask. She’s nursed my terrible immune system through plenty of colds and flus and fevers. Lemon-lime Gatorade only. When I woke up again, 50 gay and trans people had been pronounced dead.

Stacy and I spent the majority of our first date at a gay bar in New York City, out until 4:00 a.m. talking about our hopes and dreams and fears and favorite TV. And sports. The Miami Dolphins. Skins, mostly. Naomi and Emily. This new thing called Pretty Little Liars. We’d been shooed away from a press event by the NYPD and we found ourselves in the back of a cab together, hardly knowing each other, feeling like maybe we should find out more, like maybe this was our one chance. So we went a gay bar to sit in a corner and talk quietly, while people decked out in rainbows and glitter danced around us, all night long. Neither of us are loud places people; neither of us like crowds. Something drew us to that bar that night, though. Something about the safety of being with our brothers and sisters, our people, while this fragile, hopeful, unspoken thing buzzed between between us.

The Orlando narrative was always going to take the form of Islamophobia, as soon as it was clear Omar Mateen wasn’t white. It was always going to take the form of hundreds of politicians erasing “LGBT” from the conversation to exploit our pain. Donald Trump was always going to find a way to congratulate himself for it, to double down on his racism and xenophobia, to appeal to fear to fear to fear, always to fear. (The irony of convincing straight white people they’re the ones at risk when nearly all the victims of the hate crime were gay and trans Black and Latino people.) It was always going to be a chance for the NRA to claim they’re the ones under attack.

But we know the truth: The shooting at Pulse happened because religious conservatives all over the world, and especially here in the United States – where this murderer was born and raised – have been scapegoating gay and trans people for decades, twisting the words of their religious texts to claim authority from gods for persecution and oppression. They have denied us our rights to marriage, to fair employment and housing. They have called us pedophiles and deviants, have taken away our children and separated us from our families. They have called for our execution, and recently. You remember Ted Cruz’s pastor who said LGBT people are “pawns of Satan” and lobbied for our death. That was November, six months ago. They have fought to keep our stories off of TV and out of movies, to have our books banned from libraries, and to boycott the businesses that would dare to treat us with respect.

The shooting at Pulse happened because millions of people have been taught to fear this one thing:

A woman in New York City saw her partner wake up on Sunday morning with a fever, and her instinct in that moment was to shield her partner from horrific news. For three minutes, maybe. Or even just thirty seconds. Not to reach for her partner for comfort. Not to pierce the quiet morning with a howl of rage. A woman in New York City saw her partner wake up on Sunday morning and her impulse was love. Love for another woman. Love.

Stacy brought me my favorite popsicles in order of the way I like to eat them: cherry, then grape, then orange. “Try to at least eat three crackers,” she said.