#LLH

[evilfarmin]

Just closed the case. book. 🪷

[wangquan-fugui]

"In this world, there are some people who can only be saved by me. Pity I don't want to save them."

[thesinglelogbridge]

There is something so iconic about Di Feisheng, upon being betrayed by his subordinates and about to pass out from poison, being like, the obvious best plan of action is to write if found, return to Li Lianhua on his palm, and then to just lay down in a river and hope whoever finds him can get him to Li Lianhua, his mortal enemy who he dreams of killing in battle, and on whom he has what can only be described as a homoerotic fixation.

[peridot-tears]

Reminder to MLC Lian Hua Lou fans:

Shenyi: "miracle doctor." Applies only to Li Lianhua because of his reputation.

Daifu: "doctor." People would call Li Lianhua "Li-daifu" when seeking his services.

Yisheng: "doctor," but in modern contexts, so you can use it in your modern AUs.

Xiansheng: "mister" (sometimes "teacher") "Li-xiansheng" is what most people would call him, including Fang Duobing's mom.

Mengzhu: *Alliance* leader. "Meng" means "alliance." Hence Di Feisheng being the leader of the Jinyuan Alliance. Di Feisheng would be "Di-mengzhu."

Menzhu: *Sect* leader. "Men" means "sect" (same character as "gate"). Li Xiangyi is the leader of Sigu Sect. Li Xiangyi would be "Li-menzhu."

Incorrect spellings I've seen in the fandom: - Li-mengzhu - Di-menzhu - Li-shengyi

[oceanbluuu]

He’s dead btw

[lei-llustrations]

“李相夷已经死了。。。李莲花也快死了” - Episode 38 of Mysterious Lotus Casebook (莲花楼）

When even rebirth isn’t enough sometimes

please read Three Autumns by @rageprufrock

[couldpolyamorysavethem]

FANG DUOBING, LI LIANHUA, and DI FEISHENG from MYSTERIOUS LOTUS CASEBOOK

Justification:

"deadass took me this long to submit them cause like they're basically already there but technically they're not actually all dating each other. anyways what if you faked your death and ran away and your homoerotic rival finds you again under your new identity and wants to fight again, but you've also got a guard puppy now (not your actual dog, but the 20 something twink who you can't shake off and has made it his life's goal to protect you) and he is so ready to fight your old rival so bad even though he doesn't know the situation between the two of you and so you end up making them share a bed in your fancy moving house." - Anonymous

[thedustyrealm]

It went like this: I didn't draw for months, didn't think I would go back to it at all, and then one day I randomly started scribbling on paper, then switched to digital, and now here it is: a(n unfinished) doodle of my Most Beloved Character, LLH himself.

The story is longer than it took to draw him, but anyway. It was nice to work on it, as rusty as I might be.

[onceagainace]

[nutcasewithaknife]

Di Feisheng writing down Li Lianhua's name before losing his memories is ofc making me KSNFFJJFKSKKS but. But along with their conversation after he wakes up, it's so funny. Di Feisheng inherently trusts him to save his life and keep him alive. He also believes in Li Lianhua being lying lil bitch at such an basic level that he sees though most of his bs despite the amnesia. Trusts him with his life at his most vulnerable but barely an inch with not lying. I love them your honor

[aakristinejoyce]

i always knew it will be impossible to not love you. there is this magnetic pull of energy attracting my wholeness to you. you did't complete me, but you have given me a whole reason to be better. i salute the world for being in the same lifetime with you. i cannot understand how you embraced all my flaws and imperfections, but i am gladly in awe of how you see me more than just my black and white. i am grateful for you and all you have done for me. but more than the hope you bring into me, I am most grateful for the beauty you had added into my life. i couldn't see life moving forward, but regardless of what happens in the future, you have given me so much that you resurrected my will to live in the present. you are my now.

forever is a long time, and a hopeless romantic can only dream, but if there's one thing I can promise, it is that, you will have a piece in me always. it is impossible to love you and not be marked by you. you will always linger in my words, be imprinted in my works, and will be in my thoughts for as long as I am here.

i guarantee you, love never felt this alive. it will always be impossible to not live and love you at the same time.

[evilfarmin]

Li Xiangyi has died. Badly. 😔 🪷

[wangquan-fugui]

There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this — Hozier

[aguuuua]

louis long hair 🛐💙

[peridot-tears]

Ficlet:

Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing outlive Li Lianhua by decades. On the twentieth anniversary of the day he finally succumbed to the bicha poison, Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing park the Lianhua Lou by the East Sea to visit his grave.

They are about to leave when the ocean mist clears, and they see smoke in the distance. Perhaps a raided village? Judging by how thin it is, it has been burning for some time. Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing are not as spry as they used to be -- gray streaks in their hair -- but they are prepared to investigate when they hear a cry.

The current washes up a baby in a basket, like an offering to them both. Fang Duobing rushes to pick it up, and when they finally make it to the village, they find that a local family has been massacred, their manor burned to ashes.

They raise the child as Li Anle, but call him Xiaohua or Huahua as a nickname. For the child is precocious as he grows, taking to martial arts as if he was born to carry a sword. When Di Feisheng first teaches him to spar, he rams the wooden sword into his chest as if he could see the spot where his scar is. When Fang Duobing brings home a dog, Huahua insists on a list of increasingly outrageous names, beginning with Qilin and ending on Hulijing.

The first time Xiaohua hears Di Feisheng call Fang Duobing by his milk name, he giggles and sings out "Fang Xiaobao!" the rest of the day, careless and unfilial. Fang Duobing does not have the heart to chastise him. And when Xiaohua begins dueling with the neighbors, he always uses his winnings to make Di Feisheng chicken legs for dinner. They try to convince themselves that it's because they miss their friend, that they're old and sentimental, but they're terrible liars, even to themselves. So they watch the child skip rocks along the East Sea, and when he turns around, they catch the sharp and clever glance of someone who did not merely wither into the earth, but like a lotus, transformed.

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Love Like Hellebores

More than 3 sentences bc, again, was working it into things I already had:

Only after he had nipped at her paws several times did the werecoyote deign to move off of him, thus allowing him to get up and shake the debris out of his fur. The respite was short, however, as no sooner had he stopped, she darted back over. His lip twitched up, a vague bristle running down his spine as both animals reacted to the idea of being pinned again. Rather than leap or assault him for a second time, Malia dropped the front of her body down, tail languidly wagging behind her. 

Play, she was saying; begging for, honestly. 

He huffed, shaking out his fur again, though the squirming beneath it didn’t abate in the slightest. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. Running burned off energy that, left alone, would fester beneath his human skin. Doing it together settled the itch and ache of his wolf’s desire for closeness in a way he could handle and soothed the still-jagged edges of his coyote’s distaste for pack. They did it often enough nowadays that the blurs of a black and tawny coyote through the trees was normal. This though, her so blatantly asking versus her usual demands for his cooperation, was strange. Malia, as much as their relationship had gotten better since that night in the Preserve, was never one to be polite about anything. 

Human reservations and questions aside, his own coyote was ecstatic at the prospect. A low rumble built in his chest as he tipped his ears back, resettling his paws in the dirt and shifting his weight subtly. The gleam in her eyes as they met his said it wasn’t subtle enough. He gave himself a count of three before pouncing forward and darting off through the trees, his friend not far behind. They both know these woods well, not nearly as intrinsically as the Preserve, but well enough.