#TGCF ox

[heebiebeebies]

Day 4: ox @yushihuangweek-event

Just a girl and her companion.

[rowanix]

tell me it’s not the same

Commissions are open

[yushihuangweek-event]

THREE MORE WEEKS!

Only 3 more weeks until Yushi Huang week! 💚🌧🎋🐂🌿

See you very soon!

Art by our mod @/PureUnAdultPi

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[lelemnali]

The Heavenly Emperor did not dare to provoke her

or

meet my interpretation of Yushi Huang for March 8th

[minhxiao]

just imagining hua cheng trying to hype himself up before meeting xie lian again on the ox cart. standing in front of a mirror in paradise manor, stressed out as fuck, and shape shifting into a million different forms like "does he prefer older? or younger? what about the form when i picked him up in the bridal sedan? shit, what if he hated that one.... no... i can't wear the eyepatch. that's unacceptable. what about this one? yin yu? yin yu! get over here. now. what do you think?" and yin yu is standing there with his eyelid twitching like 😐 "yes hua chengzhu. i think you look great" but hua cheng is dramatically wailing and tearing out his hair like "GREAT?! JUST GREAT?!? there's no point in seeing him if i look anything less than perfect!!"

[ennonzi]

The ox cart scene 🍁

[yea-baiyi]

reading xie lian’s POV is actually hilarious once you realise xie lian isn’t oblivious at all, he basically guesses most things immediately, he’s just taken the veteran autism tactic of “it’s too much effort to figure out when it’s appropriate to mention that i know something, so i’ll just pretend i don’t know until someone says it aloud”. sometimes it turns into a bit. the truth might be embarrassingly obvious, but social cues are hard, and xie lian has infinite time to wait for the other person to blink first.

[luminacerin]

How many times do we think Hua Cheng stared at a mirror during those 800 years like he was on an episode of Say Yes To The Dress deciding what form and what clothes he would wear when he would inevitably meet his Gege? So carefully circulating his wardrobe only to change it in the last five minutes.

[slovo-ljubve]

I don't know what Yushi Huang is smoking because I would fuck the ox

[lazycranberrydoodles]

oooooo unfinished project ooooo

[crimsonmonsoon]

Hualian first kiss except it's a cowboy au. (I asked my friend what scene I should do and they said this one lol so pls tell me which scene should I do next because... there will be more. I'm obsessed.)

This scene is so weird out of context. I realized that when I gave Xie Lian thought bubbles. Bro has a fetus in his mouth. I think. Might be misremembering. ALSO I TOTALLY FORGOT HE CAN SWALLOW SWORDS LMAO THATS JUST A TALENT HE HAS?!? THATS SO FUNNY TO ME IDK HOW I FORGOT THAT.

Also I've now realized that making Rouye a cattle rope is um... Definitely a little morbid.

[muzsmocsing]

I have this thing where every time there's a scene in tgcf where hualian act all cute and in love I instinctually go "omggg I love lesbians!! <3 <3 <3" before i remember these two are in fact a size XL twink and the strongest martial god garbage man the three realms have ever seen.

[trancowboy]

awooga, i guess, but this is not what i expected the ox to look like when they first described him. i fully expected him to be like. an ox hybrid or something, not just. a Man

[web-novel-polls]

Web Novel Sapient Animal Bracket

["Anti-Propaganda" is NOT allowed. Please be courteous and only give reasons to vote FOR a character.]

Da Qing from Guardian

Fat black cat rights

Niú-xiōng / Rain Master’s Ox from TGCF

Type of Animal: ox

Submission: He is a hard worker and helps the Rain Master out with being awesome. 

Wiki Link 

[thatswhatsushesaid]

ohhhhhh finally!! rain master!!!

[zarasu]

Hua Cheng had waited for this moment for almost 800 years, but when it finally arrived, it was strangely simple.

It was the early evening of an autumn's day. The air smelled like decaying leaves and the setting sun threw golden, dream-like light over everything.

Hua Cheng was sitting on an ox cart, his view half obstructed by the hay around him. There was someone sitting next to him. He knew who it was.

He didn't look.

The cart slowly drove through the maple forest, bumping over little stones, the wheels loud and heavy on the ground.

Hua Cheng had wispy, almost faded memories of this place. Once, the trees here had been blackened. Once, it had been dead land, as dead as Xian Le itself.

Now, they were burning with red leaves, a last flare of life before the winter.

How strange, then, that Hua Cheng thought he might be smelling the sweet scent of peach blossoms instead.

He should be feeling more, he idly mused. He should be excited, nervous, short of breath, all these little things that the dead carried over from life, as long as they still had enough heart to feel.

Instead, his heart was silent inside his chest. He might as well have been dreaming. Maybe, if he reached out, the scene around him would dissolve and he would wake up at Paradise Manor, cold and alone in his bed.

The rustling of parchment came from beside him and he turned his head away.

How did you meet your peach blossom valley, if you found it again, after such a long time spent searching? Did you laugh in disbelief and run towards it? Did you fall to your knees and pray? Did you give up?

Was it not in some ways a tragedy, to feel a happiness so great?

The truth was, Hua Cheng didn't know what to do. He could only listen to that rustling of the parchment, to these subtle shifts of cloth, the silent breathing that was so familiar that it pierced his chest.

He thought, maybe it was like this: sometimes, when someone grows old, they're gripped by the desire to see their childhood home one more time. They go on one last journey, and when they walk on the streets of their past, when they see the familiar buildings, and hear the language of their people, for one moment, they turn into the child they once were. For one moment, they are the truest version of themselves.

In this moment, Hua Cheng was the truest version of himself. And it hurt, as he remembered who he was.

Then, a voice more familiar than his own, started to speak, and he prepared himself to answer.