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— Nicole Lyons

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the cursed prince had never much concern for preening, never one to use the emperor's jewels. ( such elegance would be wasted on a thing like you. ) though swayed with the thought that THEY SUIT HIM, opal and ruby shine, you wonder if they cause him pain.

brow creases as blade-hardened fingers comb through the afflicted strands━ releasing them one my one in a sweet, slow process. REVERENT. so you see in being, how the rumors of xianle's greatest love fall short. such famed beauty, grace, and honor could not hold a candle to the thing before you. and you watch cloud-kissed irises in mirror reflection, entranced as you memorize curve of fawn lashes and rose petal cheeks.

how dreadfully they must treat him, for him to bask in your presence like this. ❝ you flatter me , ❞ murmur , ❝ it is this one's pleasure, your highness. ❞ in half - hushed breath, nails begin to sink delicately into the skin of his scalp . . . ❝ ━ to provide you relief . ❞

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restarting my m.dzs babies over here ..

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Every time I see Xie lians elbows peek out I literally feel like a man in the Victorian era seeing a woman’s ankle

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the melody of your name on his lips sets you alight, velvet petal to spark nerve like live wire. breath catches as silk envelopes worn hands, luster and cream. little red, how fashioned to scorn you are, shrunk away from prying eyes, and YET━━ it's his eyes that have been the first to behold you, balm to wound, salvation to wretchedness.

stomach twists and the air is light, light, lightheaded in his scent. honeyed eyes and sweetened words and rosed cheeks. there is a part which still remains, an unspoken curiosity. perhaps hong-er has already died. could any heaven transcend this? still, doleful eye remains steady to the prince's countenance . . . 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 ? ❝ i ━ ❞

what a worthless thing, to choke on your words !

❝ this one can't write, your majesty. ❞ shame lodges in throat line and even so, you try to swallow , ❝ else this one would be honored to . ❞

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watching the untamed again and i am in my FEELS ...... 😭😭

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*gives him back the flower he crushed all those years ago*

𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑴. sight upon flower and you see only his regret, what must be guilt to eat away at chest cavity. it was his to hold, his to loathe, his to crush. does it not take after its lord in its reaching for the light? [ . . . ] as was its master, ever willing to wilt if only to gaze upon the moon.

but he holds it out to you as if freely given, hidden to the taste of self-blame and anguish you imagine to flower on his tongue━━━━ HE HOLDS IT OUT and you think, 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. you would shower him with flowers until he could no longer bear it, until he set them all aflame with the force of his disdain. still, you smile and accept it, stem spun between two fingers .

❝ this would look far more radiant in your highness' hair, don't you think ? ❞ with gentle hands unburdened, you tuck it sweetly behind his ear. ❝ there. perfect. ❞

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My new ship! Xie Lian and Hua Cheng from Heaven Official's Blessing!

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tag drop . ◕‿↼

◜♡ 𝒅𝒚𝒏 . › his mouth is heaven / kisses falling over me like stars. ❪ flwrcrownd ❫

◜⋆  —  𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   ›     crimson rain sought flower .

◜⋆  —  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘   ›     i would know him in death / at the end of the world .

◜⋆  —  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒   ›     flowers grow back after they are trampled / so will i .

◜⋆  —   𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒   ›    smear the innocence of my lips .

◜✧  —   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎   ›    chef’s kiss .

♡  —  𝐎𝐎𝐂   ›   jules break .

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" This one is confident in his majesty's abilities , " swing of sword as it arches through the air , a practice you have honed for years before he took you . " though it may not be enough to win . "

amusement flickers like sparks beneath the surface / stormclouds and lightning curve. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS IS NOT UNAWARE OF THE RUMORS . . . e - ming has garnered his fair share of infamy, though then again━ so has the god - favored prince. there is an edge where softness once lay, anticipation in taking rise to his challenge. the country of xianle is renowned for their grace at the hilt of a sword. you do wonder if cunning is practiced as well , @flwrcrownd

❝ against you ? lian, you flatter me━ honoring me as a prospective opponent. ❞ for a moment, you debate. wonder what he hopes to find in the biting edge of your blade, wonder what he intends to prove. ( there is not a single task in the world he would need to do to prove himself . ) then again , who are you to deny him a challenge ?

a peaceful smile finds it way to your lips as you abandon the scimitar on your hip━━ one of the duller royal blades would do just as well . ❝ don't you hold back on me . ❞

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so long have you anticipated clenched fists and spat words, abyssal loathing in place of empathy. his voice is smooth and delicate , like a butterfly, you think. soft hands and tender hymn. something akin to sunlight glow unfurls in your chest, sweltering and welcome upon the dawn.

now you understand what they mean in stories when they say heroes are brave and strong and kind all at the same time. step slowly into the room, gaze softening as light pours upon his majesty's face. these hands were not crafted for art, for anything really, and still you yearn to replicate the SOFTNESS in his eyes. his royal highness is mesmerizing, as worthy of exaltation as the statues among temples. ❝ would it bother your highness ? ❞ yet, before he answers, space diminishes. this lowly one settles on the ground by his side, peering up with a twinkling of hope. ❝ don't worry━ this one has finished his work for the day. ❞

soft  grin  on  lips  ,  you  know  he  has  been  following  you  .  step  for  step  and  breath  for  breath  .  even  when  you  read  ,  even  when  you  train  ;  his  presence  is  a  soft  thing  in  the  background  of  your  tasks  ,  bird  wings  fluttering  against  the  sky  .  THE  BOOK  HANGS  OPEN  IN  YOUR  LAP  .  ❛  you  did  not  intrude  ,  ❜  gentle  gaze  as  you  watch  the  way  his  hand  does  not  leave  the  handle  ,  

it  is  difficult  to  navigate  a  world  where  people  see  you  as  greater  than  them  .  as  though  crown  gives  you  bearing  over  their  lives  ,  hands  built  for  worship  yet  you  only  wish  to  help  .  perhaps  humility  would  allow  him  to  fee  more  at  ease  .  ❛  do  you  wish  to  stay  ?  this  one  would  be  happy  to  share  the  room  !  ❜  place  hands  together  in  the  semblance  of  a  bow  ━━  as  smooth  as  you  can  manage  while  seated  .  

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𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 [ ʰᵘᵃ ᶜʰᵉᶰᵍ ]  :  𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰, 𝔦 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔪𝔢.

stuttering  of  breath  ,  the  words  fall  out  of  chest  cavity  to  spread  out  along  the  expanse  of  wooden  flooring  ,  LIKE  BLOOD  ,  like  bleeding  .  you  think  of  a  man  who  gave  everything  to  hold  you  in  his  palms  ,  a  ghost  who  took  your  rage  as  though  sacrifice  was  but  a  word  on  his  lips  before  the  chewing  .  you  are  an  unworthy  thing  .  in  his  house  .  in  his  halls  .  in  the  comfort  of  his  bed  on  nights  where  the  dreams  become  terrors  and  you  are  clawing  at  the  sheets  in  hopes  of  salvation  .  @flwrseeker

his  devotion  is  the  thing  that  stars  leave  behind  after  dying  . is  sunlight  along  tree  branches  that  make  the  leaves  unfurl  ;  it  is  the  teeth  which  leave  you  gasping  ,  the  touch  which  has  you  breathless  .  his  words  cause  hurt  to  spread  along  heartbeats  ,  vibrating  string  until  all  you  see  are  echoes  of  choices  you  should  have  made  .  paths  you  should  have  taken  .  A  PIECE  OF  YOU  ACHES  FOR  SIMPLER  TIMES  WHEN  YOU  CARRIED  THE  WORLD  ON  YOUR  BACK  AND  CALLED  IT  DUTY  .  perhaps  the  prince  of  xianle  would  have  been  able  to  find  the  right  words  to  soothe  his  husbands  pain  .   tears  prickle  at  your  eyes  before  you  can  stop  them  and  you 

❛  never  ,  ❜   you  whisper  harshly  .  ❛  i  could  never  hate  you  ,  san  lang  ━━  ❜ bite  of  lip  ,  you  reach  out  hand  to  place  it  gently  atop  his  own  ,  ❛  you  have  given  me  a  home  .  ❜  and  the  rest  is  a  straw  hat  you  haven’t  worn  in  years  ,  is  a  lullaby  you  barely  remember  the  words  for  ,  is  800  years  of  solitude  coiled  up  into  memories  you  can  barely  recall  .  

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kiss kiss for the love of my life @flwrcrownd

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REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

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Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963″

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the palace holds a silence unrivaled . . . worlds away from the violence upon street corners, the battle against grit and mud if only to eat. here there is peace. moreso━ in the most beautiful person the world has given breath to. you follow the prince like a butterfly / pinned in an awe unrivaled. never once have you seen someone so divine, and of this you are certain. he has not noticed how you trail behind him in the journey of your daily chores, ( so often finished before noon ), nor the way you hover when he stills. peace.

𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖒 𝖘𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖎𝖙 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 .

it isn't until his words reach the library door that you FREEZE, panic seeping all too easily into body core, humiliation flowering over round cheeks. is it too late to run ? you swallow. crack door open to the light and pray he does not see , ❝ ━ no, your highness. ❞ BOW , ( hand still hooked on door handle. ) ❝ forgive me, your highness. i . . . i didn't mean to intrude . ❞

the  quiet  of  the  library  settles  into  your  soul  ,  book  in  hand  as  the  absence  soothes  you  .  PEACE  IN  PLACE  OF  ACHING  ━━  and  you  would  not  relinquish  it’s  weight  for  anything  ,  would  not  abandon  your  people  in  their  time  of  need  .  still  ,  the  heaviness  has  spine  bending  ,  has  eyes  burning  with  the  exhaustion  wrought  from  fickle  expectations  ,  and  their  words  searing  holes  through  your  skin  .  

perhaps  they  think  it  naive  of  you  ,  to  take  on  such  a  feat  ,  but  you  are  hopeful  that  heaven  shares  your  sentiments  .  pause  .  hear  the  shuffle  outside  the  door  .  you  look  up  and  blink  ,  smile  spread  out  across  cheeks  as  eyes  crinkle  ,  ❛  no  need  to  be  shy  ,  ❜  joy  sprinkled  into  every  word  ,  ❛  do  you  require  the  room  ?  ❜

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