#;; verse ; tgcf

[makedonsgriva]

I like that Xie Lian and Wei Wuxian have really gruesome, tragic and heartbreaking backstories while Shen Yuan was literally just some hermit ass guy who used to read the shittiest literature known to mankind from the comfort of his home.

[citronverveine]

alpha xie lian who has a very tame and flowery scent, so much that he gets mistaken for an omega all the time, especially with his thinner build and delicate features and voice. he doesn’t mind it, doesn’t care even, his alpha characteristics have always been tame and contrary to some people he feels it’s more convenient that way. people notice him less easily so he gets in less trouble, but he can still defend himself very effectively in case there is a need to.

omega hua cheng who grew up in such a stressful environment that his scent is basically always peaking to intimidate others; just like an alpha. he’s tall and sharp and never backs down during confrontation, people don’t even question him being an alpha: it’s obvious. he likes being in control and is possessive and protective of his belongings. he doesn’t let anyone into his home but he doesn’t tell xie lian that when he finally invites him over. his cycle is fucked because of malnourishment and physical stress but he manages.

[happypeachsludgeflower]

XIE LIAN PETS E-MING.

HE PETS HUA CHENG’S SWORD.

A SWORD WITH ONE EYE.

WAS THAT A DICK JOKE??!

[just-a-little-kreature]

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

now being very invested in a rarepair is rough. but truly nothing beats the suffering of being very into a popular ship but disagreeing w the majority of a fandom on which one tops

[curiosity-killed]

"won't you come back to me one last time?"

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of Xie Lian from TGCF. Seen from above, he's hunched on the floor of Qiandeng Temple with Hua Cheng's red robe spilling around him. E'ming lies quiescent beside him and Ruoye is wound tightly around him.]

[oshikasa]

as you can tell, i watched atsv, and like everybody else . *gestures

the very baseline story i’ve come up (i haven’t spent much time thinking too deeply into it) is that hualian are from different universes. xie lian is from a post-war xianle where he was previously a really well regarded spider-man before failing to save everyone in a catastrophic incident (which he may or may not have been caused by accidentally hopping dimensions) and hua cheng is from a universe full of ghosts, which he climbed to the top and now holds together order

as like a really young spider-man xl hopped into hc’s universe and saved him, leaving behind one of his earrings by accident, which hc keeps in search of him

smthing like that

[sagisbrainrot]

I stumbled upon this Omega!Hua Cheng x Alpha!Xie Lian fic and unfortunately for everyone my brain chemistry has been rewired!!!! I would like to commission 100 more please 🤭

[rcseadorned]

&. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ➽ ❛ i heard you were feeling sick, so i made you some soup. ❜ | @tosaveaforest

Truly, words of comfort to muffled ears. Soup was meant to heal the soul and provide nourishment, but its effectiveness often depended on the hands that crafted it. Unfortunately, she had learned this lesson through the unpleasant experiences of others.

Propped up in her bed--more a nest of blankets than a proper resting place--she radiated illness. Her normally pale skin glowed with fever, her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, and her nose, already naturally pink, was now an angry shade of red. Exhaustion clung to her, and she felt she might slip into unconsciousness at any moment, yet the discomfort coursing through her body kept her from truly sleeping.

The soup in question was a beloved staple: congee, albeit a bit more watery than usual. A mysterious oily sheen floated on top, stubbornly refusing to mix into the mush, no matter how much one stirred, and it seemed rather.. gray in color than the usual white. It felt cruel to refuse such a thoughtful gesture. With a quiet sigh, she accepted the offered spoonful-- an act she always enjoyed, despite her current state. She sank back into the wrinkled pillows, half-dazed.

The taste was a confusing blend of nothingness. It was neither savory nor sweet, neither spicy nor mild; the congee sat blandly on her tongue, thanks to her stuffy nose. Yet, beneath that odd texture, she sensed a hint of bitterness--perhaps the trace of something burnt. All in all, her sinuses seemed to spare her from the full force of whatever flavors someone healthy might have experienced. Still, she couldn’t help but squint at the perplexity of it all, perhaps a little miserable at the absence of one of her senses.

[hua-cheng-silver-wrath]

plotted starter for @tosaveaforest

"Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than this?"

"Be quiet they will hear you"

As always gossip would start, whenever young Don entered his favorite nightclub. A night club full of smoke, drugs, and God knows what else, as he walks slowly, gracefully to his favorite spot, he walks as if he owns it all and he does. A man of Asian heritage. He can still pull an innocent smile, a face of a thousand dreams and nightmares. Always looking serious or bored, that mask only cracks on the edges when this slender tall man shows. Only then that face is a dream.

Hua Cheng's right hand, his unlikely ally. His perfect enemy, he turned and faced the nightmare - proof that not everything is always as it seems. A cop who was supposed to infiltrate and put down Hua Cheng did unthinkable...

Joined together sitting like that a true epitome of beauty of danger of lies and deceit of blood and death. Hua Cheng always had this presence this demanding stance. Face shaped like the edge of a sword by time and experience, eyes filled with wisdom and cruelty. Xie Lian learned to respect him understand him, trust him, and ultimately love him.

Xie Lian sits close to Hua Cheng it looks intimate and yet reserved close just enough for wondering eyes to look, to gossip. The older leans in whispering something to the younger. Hua Cheng just lowers his gaze down leaning closer to hear, and a soft smile blooms over his face. Slender long fingers of Hua Cheng touched Xie Lian a hand of a pianist and artist. Yes, that is what he wanted to be, for what he schooled himself. Yet his fingers never got a chance to play and bring joy to people, his hands kill people. The only music they play is the sound of ringing and ricochet of bullets, and screams of dying people, instead of clapping hands and praises for the pianist. Blood became the paint for his canvas.

One night in Dubai… the name of the club when they escape reality, sitting in the far corner, leaning in a soft booth seat. Their table was littered with drinks, blue lights dancing in empty glasses.

Hua Cheng caresses Xie Lian with his gaze as if touching him, and every time as if it were the first. Death can take them tomorrow, they had no time to lose. So many long years of taking, and giving…. these moments are what keep them alive.

Have you ever seen anything as beautiful as this? Gossip went on. Beauty in death, love in hate. A cruel heart of a murderer able to love…

But this is the middle of the story we should start from the beginning. Where Hua Cheng was a street rat a meat for anyone. The Mafia was after him police were after him and still he endured. His story begins at a very young age when a power struggle inside the mafia clan where he was born. it finally erupted to the breaking point in which Hua Cheng's parents lost their lives. That left Hua Cheng alone and defenseless. The unruly child disappears into the shadows, beaten up and bloody, probably dead like a rat on the streets. Or that is what Jun Wu thought not so long ago. Someone helped him. Ten years later, Hua Cheng reappears with a small gang of brutes by his side chipping at the edges of Jun Wu's empire. Making strategic moves. He turns the tide in his favor with his head held high, his battles won not through brute strength only. He swore with his blood that he would make them pay Jun Wu and this city.

Making trouble now earned him sitting in a police station facing some nerdy cop Xie Lian was it. He made a neutral facial expression. If this cop thinks he can break him with his talk or threats of spending nights in the cell he is in for a big surprise.

"So what is going to be? Am I under arrest or what?" Young and impatient still, this copp was more kind to him than anyone else in his life ever was.

[fortune-maiden]

Random TGCF AU of the day:

Space-time shenanigans result in main canon He Xuan wandering into an AU where the fate swap didn’t happen.

He ascends as a civil god, and is doing quite well for himself, only his presence has unexpected ramifications for a few people

SWD can no longer save his brother via fate swap. He is not giving up obviously and will find another way no matter who he has to screw over (though HX would really really like it if he didn’t screw someone else over thank you very much), but in the meantime he is very much devoted to keeping his little brother safe and under control.

A necessity probably given that this little brother is an anxious mess afraid of his own shadow, with only shades of the bright determined Shi Qingxuan of the main timeline. He’s got all the comfort and wealth he could ever need and zero sense of confidence or independence.

Also different is the new civil god Ling Wen. She’s closed off and unpopular and may or may not be responsible for some sabotage He Xuan keeps encountering. Oh well it’s nothing to worry about. With dwindling followers she’s well on her way out anyway…

[thegoldenshadow]

Pinning him down ON THE ALTAR?!!!

I cannot believe Hua Cheng went into a rut, first the mpreg mention and now this. I freaking love this book.

[thisisallthehattersfault]

The Silt Verses AU where Jun Wu is an old, old, old god -- a god who's worshippers once counted in the millions until industrialization and modernization came and chased away old war gods, old gods of blood and thunder, old gods who watched your borders and slayed your enemies and turned your best soldiers into Saints. Pale things with twice-too-many faces that laugh and cry and it all sounds like screaming once you get close enough don't get close enough they burn they burn they'll burn you they'll burn everyone they'll burn your enemies to ash they'll burn your fields into ash they'll burn your kingdom into ash and isn't that what you wanted?

Didn't you pray for fire? Didn't you strike the match? Who are you, believer, to feel betrayed? Who are you to call this unfair? Don't you want this? Don't you still want this?

War is more... sterile, now, than it used to be. Militaries have new war gods. Smaller, softer, more civilized war gods. Gods the forget to be afraid of. That's why there are so many wars now, you know. Because the war gods are small and soft and civilized, and their worshippers chain them to their tanks and their aircraft carriers, and they forget that brutality is brutality. Do you think you're the first to believe your war was righteous?

Jun Wu is small and weak and starving, now, but he isn't dead. Not quite yet. His believers have spent so long working in the shadows, carefully preparing for his return. It's almost time. He shall come. He shall remind the world what war looks like.

Xie Lian, too, is small and weak and starving now. He has only one believer left. One follower who crawled out of the ruins of Xianle with his faith in his god clutched to his chest. They have no hope of defeating a god like Jun Wu.

But, oh, they have to try.

[stiltonbasket]

Is TMAAF a crossover with TGCF?

Sort of. TMAAF and TGCF are set in the same universe, but at very different points in the timeline. TMAAF takes place during the 700s, by which point the Great Sects were about 300 years old, and the "present-day" arc of TGCF took place around a century before the Great Sects were founded.

None of the TMAAF characters interact with the TGCF "world" (i.e., the heavens/ghost realm) or characters until 35 years after Wangxian's wedding, when Lan Xichen ascends as a deity of healing.

[diivineray]

They are the holy trinity of tsun

[sendmeartgifs]

Ig I can just post some random pieces I’ve made and see what does well I don’t think the tumblr algo has picked me up yet lol