#3799 STEPS

[luminacerin]

Not that anyone cares but I was listening to Good Luck, Babe! When reading the 3799 steps scene so yeah, Taxian Jun would have loved Casual.

[anne-bsd-bibliophile]

- Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou, The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Vol. 6

[wcvensouls]

mood of the day: purposefully remembering all the sad things in erha & then trying not to cry

[thegreymoon]

It has been such a lovely day, why must you make us cry 😭

That means it would take roughly 57 minutes to WALK up 3799 steps...

Chu Wanning CRAWLED

...while carrying Mo Ran

...AFTER his injuries at the battle over butterfly town

[nacrelysis]

ERHA VOL 4 COVER REVEAL I FEEL ILL SLASH POS

[regulus-leonis]

fuck it. here’s a ranking of all the danmei pairings that i’ve read (so far). only canon ones here gang sorry.

1. bingqiu

i love my toxic yaoi idk what to say. i RLLY like the characterization of these characters and their complex relationship. also svsss is probably my favorite danmei i’ve read so far, the world is so interesting and complex with the system and everything, so i really vibe with it.

2. moshang

yes, moshang is included on this list (they are canon). i absolutely adore shang qinghua and mbj’s relationship. mostly because im a huge yapper x listener fan.

3. ranwan

PHEW where to start with this. ranwan is probably the most toxic relationship on this list, which is saying a lot because bingqiu is also on this list, but i find their history fascinating. also, i said this in another post, but chu wanning’s sacrifice to save mo ran tugs at my heart strings every time i think about it. like that’s devotion, you go king (3799 steps. imagine that. crawling. CRAZY).

4. yanshen

YANSHEN MY BELOVEDS. i adore their enemies (kind of??) to lovers plot line, i just wish there were more scenes before book 5 of them. i understand why the author didn’t have them get together before the last book but i still wish they did.

5. wangxian

i love love love them. they are everything to me. the only reason they rank so low is because i’m an avid enemies to lovers fan and every ship above this is enemies to lovers.

6. hualian

controversial opinion but i’m not that fond of tcgf. well, to be precise, i really like the tcgf lore and storyline, but i very much do not like hua cheng very much. i’m all for an evil bad bitch but something about hc just feels euck to me. he’s hot, for sure, but not for me. xie lian is cool, but he’s way too nice IMO. i liked his calamity arc more (it’s been a while since i read it so forgive me if i got something wrong here)

[lemoncrushh]

Tattooed Heart - Part II

SUMMARY: You are a cocktail waitress at a swanky lounge. Harry comes in one night, and you instantly dislike him. But another encounter eventually changes your opinion.

PAIRING: Waitress Y/N x Artist/Tattoo Artist Harry

TROPES: Enemies to Lovers

MUST BE 18+ TO READ

WORD COUNT: 3799

STORY PAGE

The pavement was wet from the rain as you stepped onto the curb. You cursed yourself for wearing your best shoes, knowing you’d have blisters by the time you got home. Looking up at the sky, you noticed the rain had let up, so you quickly shut your umbrella, eyeing the cafe in front of you. The HELP WANTED sign in the window caught your attention. With a sigh, you pulled open the door. If you couldn’t find a job today, at least you could dry off with a latte and a muffin.

“What can I get you?” asked the woman behind the counter.

“Yes, I saw your sign up front? What’s the job?”

The older man who had his back to you called out, “You got experience?”

“Uh, yes sir, if you mean waiting tables.”

The man turned around, his face expressionless. “What about cash register?”

“Yes, sir, I’ve done that too. All kinds of retail and customer service.”

“Any days you aren’t available? I need weekends.”

“Yes, sir. I mean…no sir, I’m free everyday.”

“Good. Fill this out.” The man reached behind the counter and pulled out an application, then grabbed a pen from a nearby jar, handing them both to you.

“Thank you,” you grinned. “Oh. And can I get a vanilla latte and a blueberry muffin?”

After paying for your order, you sat down at the nearest table to begin filling out the application. You were nearly halfway through it when a shadow fell over your paper and you heard a familiar voice.

“I don’t believe it.”

Looking up, you saw him standing next to the counter. He wore a black hoodie and shorts, his windblown hair pushed back by sunglasses.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you muttered, gripping the pen tightly. If it had been a pencil, it would have snapped. “What are you doing here?”

“Um…it’s a cafe. I’m getting coffee.”

Pursing your lips, you shifted your chair so you were facing away from him. You heard him order a flat white before his sneakered feet squeaked past you to a table by the window. You grimaced as you watched him open his backpack and pull out a laptop.

“Here you are ma’am,” said the woman who had been behind the counter.

“Thank you,” you smiled up at her as she set your coffee and muffin on the table. Then she walked over to Harry, serving him his order.

“I can’t believe this,” you mumbled to yourself, knowing he had no plans to leave any time soon.

Trying your best to concentrate, you managed to get to the last page of the application before raising your head to find Harry staring at you.

“Do you mind?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Looking for a job?”

You couldn’t tell if he was being facetious or genuine.

“What do you care?” you grumbled.

“I…” he began before changing his mind with a shrug. Then he took a sip of his coffee and returned his attention to his computer.

Signing your name at the bottom of the application, you rose from your chair to turn it in.

“Why’d you leave your last job?” asked the man after he scanned your paper.

Your stomach went sour, your throat closing up. You’d dreaded that question all day. Seemed no one wanted to give a smart-mouth cocktail waitress a second chance.

“It just…wasn’t the right fit for me,” you replied.

“After two years? Zelda’s huh? That some fancy joint?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you think this coffee shop is a better fit?” the man chuckled.

“I don’t know. But I’d like the chance to try.”

Hesitating, the man shrugged. “I’m gonna need a good reference. Is it alright to call your last employer?”

“Oh. Uh…” You thought you might throw up. “I don’t-”

“I can vouch for her, Stan.”

You swung around, incredulous to what you’d just heard. He was vouching for you?

“You know this young lady, Harry?” asked Stan.

“Yeah.” Harry stood up and walked over to you. “Celebrated my birthday at Zelda’s, and she was my waitress.”

“Oh?”

Harry looked you straight in the eye and said, “She was brilliant. Best waitress I ever had.”

If your knees hadn’t just about buckled then, you might have noticed your jaw dropping. What?!

“Well, that’s good enough for me,” offered Stan. “Tell you what. Come back tomorrow. Ten o’clock. We’ll see if it’s a good fit.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Did Harry just help you get a job?

“Thank you,” you let out a breath and quickly beamed at Stan. “See you then.”

Although he remained standing near your table, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Harry as you gathered your things, gulping down the last of your coffee. Then swinging your purse over your shoulder, you turned for the exit.

“Y/N,” you heard him say, but rather than make the situation more awkward, you merely muttered a quick thanks.

It wasn’t until you were out the door that you heard him call you again, this time louder.

“Y/N!”

With a deep sigh, you stopped walking. Harry caught up to you, something of yours in his hand.

“You forgot your umbrella,” he explained.

“Oh. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” 

As you took it from him, your hands brushed, sending an unexpected electric current through your skin. You finally looked at him then, his eyes sincere. For the first time, you noticed they were a light green, a darker circle lining the irises. The wind whipped around you, and you caught a whiff of his…cologne? Perhaps it was just soap or some kind of body wash. Either way, he smelled nice. Clean. Like he’d just showered, though he’d skipped the shave. You noted the facial hair on his top lip and along his jaw, and found yourself wondering how many unshaven days it took to grow.

Suddenly, you stepped back, worried that you’d been staring and that he’d noticed. Surely, he’d noticed.

“Um…good luck tomorrow,” you heard him say as you pretended to check for something in your bag.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” Why was he being so nice?

“Well…see ya,” he gave a slight gesture of his hand before turning back toward the cafe.

“Harry?” you called after him.

“Yeah?”

You took two steps closer to him, but careful to still keep a distance.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why…did you do that?”

Harry shrugged as though the answer were simple. “I caused you to lose your last job. So I helped you get a new one.”

Unable to respond, you stood still as you watched him reenter the cafe, feeling completely bewildered.

You sat in the small room in the back of the cafe during your break, sipping on a nitro cold brew that your co-worker Jill had taught you how to make. It was only your third day, but so far you liked working there. It definitely wasn’t Zelda’s, but it was better than nothing. The clientele was different to say the least, but you were enjoying the somewhat pleasant and low-key atmosphere.

Stan, the manager, had seemed to take you under his wing. You wondered if it had to do with Harry, and what exactly his relationship was to him. You assumed he was a regular customer at the cafe, though you hadn’t seen him return since you started working there.

As you scrolled through your phone, you suddenly got a text message from Shae.

Look who’s having a special this weekend.

Underneath was a link to Fine Line Ink’s Instagram page. You’d told your roommate about the entire encounter with Harry and how he’d basically helped you get your new job. Shae had wondered why on earth you hadn’t just kissed him right there in the middle of the cafe, but she always was a bit dramatic.

The truth was, you didn’t know how to feel about Harry anymore. Your head told yourself you still hated him, that he was a dick who was feeling guilty and needed to cleanse his aura. But your gut told you that he was something more than that. That he truly was sorry for getting you fired, and wanted to make amends.

You scrolled through the photos on the Instagram page, beautiful and striking images of ink on skin. Everything from delicate bracelet tats to full back tattoos and sleeves, some in basic black ink, and some in a rainbow of colors. They were all exquisite. He truly was a good tattoo artist.

Checking the time on your phone, you realized your break was over. Tossing your phone in your bag, you returned them to your locker. After a quick stop to the restroom, you stepped out into the cafe to find him sitting at the same table as before, beside the window. This time, however, he didn’t have his laptop, but rather an iPad, a stylus pencil in his hand. Jill had just set down his flat white when she gasped.

“Wow, that’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed. Then looking up, she saw you. “Y/N, c’mere, you have to see this!”

You shuffled hesitantly over to Harry’s table where he sat with his back to you. Gazing over his shoulder, you saw that he had drawn a raven. The detail was so intricate, down to the branches, flowers and moon. You almost felt as though if you were to reach out and touch the drawing, you could feel the bird’s feathers.

“Isn’t it amazing?” asked Jill.

“Stunning,” you breathed.

“He’s a tattoo artist. I keep telling him I’m gonna come get a tattoo from him, but I’m too chicken,” Jill laughed as she made her way back to the counter.

A couple at a corner table got up to leave then, so you quickly walked over to clean it. As you moved the sugar container, you heard your name. You looked up at him quizzically, though you didn’t say a word.

“How’s the job going so far?” he asked.

“It’s good,” you nodded sharply.

“I’m glad. I come here at least twice a week. Have been for a long time. Stan and Carol are good people.”

“Yeah…I…I can tell.” Carol, you’d learned the other day, was the woman who had been behind the counter when you’d walked in. She was Stan’s wife.

The door opened then and a young woman entered. You secretly hoped you could go help her as an excuse to stop talking to Harry, but Jill beat you to it.

“Do you…need another coffee?” you asked him as he lifted his cup.

He gave you a smirk. “Just got this one.”

“Oh. Right. Anything else?”

“No, I’m good.” Taking a slow sip, he watched you over his cup.

You gave a curt nod before returning to the counter. It was a fairly slow afternoon, and other than a handful of customers who came and went with their coffees to go, you didn’t have much to do. Jill continued to train you on a few more things, and you were grateful for the distraction. Because even though he wasn’t doing anything other than drawing on his iPad and sipping his coffee, Harry’s presence was getting to you.

Making the rounds, you refilled napkin dispensers and Sweet & Low packets, all while sneaking looks at what Harry was drawing. You didn’t know why it even mattered to you, but something about his art was captivating. You watched as his pencil glided across the screen, how he’d sometimes use his thumb and forefinger to zoom in and out. Once, you caught a view of a scene he was drawing - not just one focal point, but rather a series of buildings along a city street, nightfall in the background. Each building had various windows lit up, as well as street lamps. If you hadn’t known better, you’d have thought it was a photograph.

Sometime in the process, you finally took notice of his fingers, how long and slender they were. You paid attention to the way they moved and flexed as he drew, and most importantly, how nearly each one was adorned with some kind of ring. Lost in thought, you almost missed it when he lifted his head to look at you.

“It’s so easy to watch him, isn’t it?” remarked Jill, saving you from embarrassment as she stood next to you. “Sometimes I forget where I am!”

Clearing your throat, you grabbed the rag you were cleaning with and stuffed it in your apron. Then as you finished with the last napkin dispenser, you caught a small smile curling on Harry’s mouth.

Finally, an hour later - an hour and eleven minutes to be exact - Harry slipped his iPad into his backpack and zipped it shut. Pretending to busy yourself behind the muffins, you watched as he slipped his arms through. Then shoving his hand in his pocket, he pulled out his wallet, grabbing a couple of bills and leaving them on the table. As he made his way toward the door, he gave a small wave.

“Goodnight, ladies,” he said.

“Bye, Harry,” Jill called. As soon as he was outside, she slumped against the counter. “Oh my God, I hate when he’s here. I can hardly function!”

Holding back a chuckle, you asked, “Does he just come here to draw?”

“Mostly, yeah. Or sometimes he works on his website. He doesn’t just do tattoos. Like, that’s his livelihood and he’s really good at it. But he’s like…a legit artist.”

“Oh,” you sounded. “You mean, like in a gallery?”

“Mmhmm. I think he had some sort of exhibit a few weeks ago. It’s on his website if you wanna check it out. Harry Styles art dot com.”

Huh. So there was more to Harry than just some drunk prick at a bar. You were anxious to get your phone and look up his website.

“Oh my God!” Jill gasped from the table Harry had just left.

“What?”

“Harry usually just leaves a couple bucks for tip. He left two twenties!”

“Seriously?” you asked, rounding the counter. Why would he do that? “He only had one coffee, right?”

“Yep. What a sweetie! Here!”

Jill handed you one of the twenties, but you shook your head. “But I didn’t wait on him.”

“Doesn’t matter. We split tips at the end of the night anyway. This saves us time.”

Taking the bill, you mentally added one more reason to your list of why this Harry Styles was more than he seemed. Mysteriously generous. Was it a good thing? Or did he have an angle?

You didn’t know. But you were determined to find out.

Shae had a date. For the first time in forever, you had a Friday night off. It was weird, being in the apartment alone on a weekend night. After making a quick, easy meal and watching a couple of episodes of SVU, you were bored. You thought about visiting your old pal John at Zelda’s, but you didn’t wanna take the chance of running into your former boss.

Tapping on your phone, you opened the last website you’d visited - Harry Styles art dot com. Over the last twenty-four hours, you’d opened it at least half a dozen times. Displayed on the main page were photos from an art exhibit in January, the one that Jill had mentioned. While the art itself had no doubt been exquisite, your eyes kept veering to the photos of the artist. He stood in a suit, much like the one he’d worn at Zelda’a. In fact, he looked very similar to the way he had that night, the main exception being that he didn’t appear to be drunk, nor was he frowning. On the contrary, he was smiling in nearly every photograph. You noted the dimples in his cheeks, the crinkles beside his eyes when he smiled, the five o’clock shadow. Even you had to admit - albeit secretly - he was a very handsome man.

As you had scrolled through the various pictures from that night, you soon came across a handful of him standing next to a woman in a long, champagne colored dress that fit her curves, her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Taking a closer look, you recognized her as the girl at the bar, the one whose ear was attached to Harry’s tongue.

Nicolette.

For some reason you felt a twinge in your stomach. Jealously? Shaking your head free of the notion, you continued to peruse the website. Eventually you came to a link that brought you to the site for Fine Line Ink. There you saw the announcement at the top, advertising thirty percent off all tattoos, and forty percent off body piercing, just like the text Shae had sent you the day before.

Setting down your phone, you thought for a moment. You figured he’d be pretty busy on any Friday, but particularly this Friday with the special. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea, but somehow you found yourself driving to Fine Line Ink anyway.

The familiar fragrance of incense wafted through your nostrils as soon as you opened the door. Classic rock seemed to be the genre of choice for the evening as Aerosmith pumped through the speakers. You were right in assuming the shop would be busy, as three other customers sat in the waiting area, filling out their forms.

“Hi, how can I help you?” asked a guy who emerged from the back.

“Yeah, um…I don’t really know yet,” you replied. “I just need to talk to Harry…for a second.”

“Oh. Well, he’s in the middle of a tattoo right now.”

“That’s okay,” you grinned. “I can wait.”

“You sure? It may be a while, and he’s pretty booked up. We have other artists who can h-”

“It’s fine,” you held up your hand. “Seriously. I just need to talk to him when he has a minute.”

“O-okay.”

When the guy shuffled away, you took a seat in the waiting area. You scanned the walls, various artwork adorning them until you spotted a large drawing of the Beatles. Had that been there before? Had Harry drawn it? It was really good, the artistic detail spot on.

You watched another man say goodbye to a customer and then bring another one to the back before Harry finally made his way to the front. To call the look on his face surprised when he saw you would have been an understatement. As he chatted a bit with the client he’d just finished, you suddenly felt butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey,” he said when the guy left. “Kyle said someone was waiting to talk to me. I didn’t know it was you.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you let the words slip from your lips.

Harry shook his head, blinking slowly. “That’s not what I meant.”

You exhaled, hoping your quick response hadn’t offended him. Your reflexes were still on alert. Addressing the other customer who sat next to you, Harry smiled.

“I’ll be right with you, Carlo.”

“Yeah, no problem, man.”

Carlo and Harry both looked at you as Harry gave a tiny grin. “Wanna come back?”

Rising from your chair, you followed Harry through the shop, to the very back where he pushed open a door.

“Come on in,” he gestured.

As he shut the door behind you, you noted the desk in the corner, more artwork on the walls, and bookshelves. Pulling out a chair, Harry asked you to sit.

“Everything going well at the cafe?” he asked you.

“Oh, yeah. It’s fine. Actually, that’s what I came to talk to you about.”

“Yeah?” Harry leaned against his desk, his arms crossed. You noticed how tall he seemed standing while you sat.

“Yes,” you cleared your throat. “I realized I never properly thanked you…for helping me get the job.”

His lips twitched as he held back a smile. Or perhaps a smirk. “Alright.”

With a sigh, you looked up at him. “I’m afraid I haven’t acted very grateful. I let my pride and my ego get in the way when you-”

“Y/N,” Harry interrupted. “It’s okay. You have every right to hate me. Still. I said what I did to Stan because I regretted the way I treated you. You didn’t deserve any of it. It was…the only way I knew to make it up to you.”

“Okay…” you swallowed. “Still…thank you.”

“You’re welcome. But…”

“But what?”

Harry shrugged. “I reckon I should have tried to get you your job back at Zelda’s.”

You smiled, looking down at your hands. “It’s fine.”

“Really? ‘Cause…you can’t possibly be making the tips at the cafe.”

Biting your lip, you lifted your head. “Thanks for that, too, by the way.”

“What?”

“The extra tip yesterday.”

“Who said that was for you?” Harry teased with a smirk.

You couldn’t hide your chuckle.

“Listen…” he continued, placing his hand over his chest. “I feel bad. I was honest when I said that wasn’t me that night.”

You nodded, sliding your palms across your thighs. Were you sweating?

“You’re an artist,” you commented.

“I am.”

“I saw your website. You do beautiful work.”

“Thank you,” Harry grinned.

“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.”

Shaking his head again, Harry pulled his chair in front of you and sat down. Then leaning towards you, he seemed to study your face.

“I gave you plenty of reasons to jump to conclusions about me. Can we start over?”

“Start over? What do you mean?”

His dimples dipping in his cheeks, Harry held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Harry Styles.”

Mimicking his grin, you gently shook his hand. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m really excited to get to know you better.”

“Really?” you blushed.

“Yes. Do you work tomorrow?”

“I have a morning shift.”

“How about dinner?”

“No, I don’t work the dinner shift,” you shook your head.

Harry threw his head back laughing, startling you. His cackle rang through the office, vibrating every pulse in your body. What was happening? How did this guy suddenly have this effect on you?

“That’s not what I meant, love.”

“Oh,” you blushed again. Damn it.

“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?”

“Oh.” Oh! “Um…you don’t work here tomorrow?”

“Nope. My night off.”

Though you tried your best to fight it, you couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across your face. “Yeah. I guess I can do that.”

After settling the plans for the next evening, Harry walked you out to the front where Carlo sat patiently waiting.

“By the way,” said Harry. “What happened with your friend? The one who wanted the tattoo.”

Biting the inside of your lip, you hesitated. “She um…went somewhere else.”

“That’s too bad.”

“Don’t be so disappointed, Harry,” you chuckled. “You forgot one thing.”

“What’s that?” he asked, holding the door open for you.

“I haven’t gotten mine yet.”

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[whatever-i-hyperfixate-on]

guys we do not talk enough about how much chu wanning loves mo ran. (IDC how much we talk about it already because it will never be enough). He LOVES mo ran. He would die for Mo Ran (twice!!), would climb 3799 steps for him while bleeding to give him a chance to live, would split his soul to bring him to the past to save him. He is chu wanning's one and only weakness.

chu wanning keeps every item mo ran has ever given him. All the items in his robes aside from talisman/scrolls are items mo ran has given him (haitang handkerchief, brocade pouch with their locks of hair, milk candy, hair pin given to xia sini). He has a wooden box only he can open where he keeps everything mo ran has ever given him. He is willing to watch mo ran irrevocably fall in love with someone else (even if it's under influence) and will still never let go of his feelings. He may resent himself for having these feelings, but he will NEVER let go of them. He gets endlessly jealous whenever Mo Ran shows his lust or attention to someone else, like rong jiu, shi mei, or female cultivators. In fact he gets so jealous that he will feel sullen for days on end afterwards, and even has to avoid mo ran to control the jealousy he feels.

mo ran is chu wanning's favorite student, the one he wants to share a room with, the one for whom he gave the bronze lucky coin dumpling to on New Years out of his 3 disciples. chu wanning learned to cook wontons for him despite his lack of ability. He's willing to get injured for him to protect him, as many times as it takes. He's willing to wake up from his most perfect, idealistic dream, in order to go save mo ran.

chu wanning will do little things for him, like give him all his pea shoots, get him soup and assure him that no one will be taking it from him, will buy him a lantern, will eat extra food for despite insisting that he's full, will watch a boring play for in order to make mo ran happy. Will dry his hair despite saying he only does it for people who are injured. Mo Ran is chu wanning's beautiful merman. The beautiful boy with shining adorable eyes and pools of sweetness on both sides of his face. The man who is significantly taller then him, with biceps and a hard chest and an absolute unit. The man who will give him a mesmerizing smile across fields of wheat. he man he wants to drown with in ocean of lust, to never resurface again. The most handsome man in the world, who is beautiful with his scars, the best person.

He loves the boy who wants to save people. The boy who wants a weapon like Tianwen so more people can live better. The boy who wants to save the earthworms. The starving boy who he saved on the mountain that day, who revealed to him the suffering of the world, and thus made him abandon cultivation to godhood in order to help the common people. The stronger, taller tree who is willing to stand beside him and support him when no one else will. The man who is willing to hold an umbrella for him, for the rest of his life. The man who took a flower that day while chu wanning was in seclusion, in order to protect him.

despite being forced against his will, despite his disappointment and sadness in the 0.5 timeline, in the depths of his heart he enjoys the passionate tirades he experienced with txj. the soul splitting passion to which he could use to imagine meant that txj loved chu wanning too.

chu wanning is completely and wholly devoted to him. He is willing to submit and be vulnerable for mo ran. chu wanning -the man who absolutely hates showing vulnerability and weakness- is willing to let all his walls down so mo ran can come into his heart. He has such burning love and desire for mo ran, that it could burn down ALL of chu wanning's dignities, asceticism, and reservations and pride he has built up, all in an instance. He wants to be ravaged by him, to be taken wholly by mo ran. And whenever mo ran shows him love and passion and affection, he wants to match it completely, to show mo ran that he is loved just as much.

He would fight the entire cultivation world for him. Would even kill fellow cultivators for him. Would never accept to be a godly saint in history, while Mo Ran is regarded as a demon hated by all. In every context, in every sense of the world, Chu wanning will not accept it if they aren't together. And if mo ran is gone, then he would want to die too.

He would give mo ran is everything. Even when he has so little to give, even when he has nothing left, chu wanning will still give mo ran his everything.

Chu wanning would marry him, take care of him, spoil him, illuminate his way home, and love him in every lifetime. In all lifetimes, I am always yours.

[feckineejit]

Latest volume of erha english edition arrived today, and as usual I sneak a peek at the illustrations before I start reading.

3799 steps.

The wonton realisation.

It's OK, I didn't need my heart anyway 😭😭😭

[beidou3799]

2ha spoilers!!!! // Do you think that they cleaned the blood off the 3799 steps? Or did they leave it there? If so, I feel like Mo Ran was probably the one to clean it. I feel like he would volunteer maybe.

[pethkay]

I feel like Erha is massively underrated in the danmei community. Most people know MXTX and her work and stay in her little corner.

Which is sad given how glorious Erha is (to me). And no, I am not being mad at people liking MXTX. While I believe she is kinda overrated I absolutely stan people loving what they love no matter the quality.

I just wish people got over the mid vol 1 of Erha and discovered the absolute bomb the character development of Mo Ran is, the pain of pining of two idiots and the horror of 3799 steps.

I love Mo Ran and Chu Wanning dearly, because they aren't black and white characters. The whole story is hilarious and painful at the same time.

And again - if you love MXTX as the best danmei author it's absolutely correct opinion. Just because this salty bitch thinks her books could use improvement it doesn't mean jack shit ;)

If you read the whole thing, thank you for reading my TEDtalk and I wish you all the blessing heavenly officials can give.

[friedwizardwhispers]

I want the next book with probably Tianyin pavilion arc to be out so much.

I need to see more fanarts. It's gonna be as devastating as the 3799 steps and I will be here for it.

[nacrelysis]

maybe if chu wanning had invented an escalator he wouldn't have had to carry mo ran up all 3799 steps. call that an esc-skill-ator issue

[catradoraism]

tgcf and erha both do tragedy so well but in such different ways like i could never reread the sad parts of tgcf even tho i probably know erha ch279 and the 3799 steps off by heart

[tiianwens]

CWN moments I think about a lot:

• the time he stabbed Taxian-jun’s hand with a golden hairpin that was a part of his wedding attire when he was forced to marry the man, and told him to get the fuck out of his room.

• the time he was so furious he beat the shit out of a commoner with Tianwen, despite cultivators being forbidden to harm common people and especially their clients, but the man and his family drove an innocent girl to the point of becoming a vengeful ghost and he couldn’t stand for it. and how later he demanded to be punished with 300 lashes despite being severely injured already, because if his disciples get punished for wrongdoings, he should be held to the same standard.

• how he crawled up 3799 steps with Mo Ran’s body on his back, having sustained the same injury himself, pouring whatever spiritual energy he had left into him, until the long path home was red with his blood (until he was dead).

• how he disobeyed his own master because he couldn’t stand staying on the mountain away from the world, knowing how many people down there are in dire need of help. how, when his master demanded that he returns everything he’d given him if he’s so set on leaving, he took a knife to his chest to cut out the golden core and the heart alongside it, because he’d rather pay the debt with his life than back down.

• how he destroyed his golden core after all, to get that last burst of power when all spiritual energy had been exhausted. how he split his soul in half to prevent the horrors of his lifetime from happening again.

• how he went against the entire cultivation world to try to save the man he loved, and held him in front of everyone, not giving a damn about his ruined reputation or what the world might think of him.

in essence, as meatbun put it, he’s boss as fuck.

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