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poeticdevastation · 7 months ago

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hi chūya. do u read manga

Do you really want me to answer that.

All seriousness, I've read some.

Shingeki no Kyojin was good n' I liked Tokyo Ghoul.

Out of animes I liked their intro songs- especially Unravel, Shinzou wo Sasageyou, n' The Rumbling.

Another one I loved was found & lost by Survive Said the Prophet.

That band is insane, man. /pos

I have a small playlist dedicated to some of my favorite songs by them.

Of course I gotta mention the GOATs, Akira n' Fist of the North Star.

I tried Given- n' I guess this would be a "hot take" or whatever you guys call it- but if I'm bein' honest, I was more into Bocchi the Rock.

Still a cute one, though.

Nothin' will ever give me chills like Banana Fish n' this scene from Bocchi.

Death Note was another one that was pretty good but drove me nuts- loved the second op though- n' I'm excited to continue Boku no Hero Academia n' Demon Slayer.

I think the two I'm most excited to read/see more of though are Trigun/Trigun Maximum/Trigun Stampede n' Rurouni Kenshin.

Vash is a pretty cool guy.

Oh yeah- One Punch Man was hysterical, too.

Princess Mononoke was gorgeous.

Y'all can hate on it all ya want or be judgemental to it's chaotic n' broken fandom but RWBY rocks.

R.I.P. Rooster Teeth

Death Parade n' Satsuriku no Tenshi were interesting, & I'm interested in continuing Moriarty the Patriot n' Link Click.

I liked n' gotta continue/rewatch:

Assassination Classroom

Full Metal Alchemist

Interstella5555

Monster

One Piece

Owari no Seraph

Pluto

Mob Psycho 100

Sonic X

Dungeon Meshi

Spy × Family

Steins;Gate

BNA

Tokyo ESP

Re:Zero

Kiznaiver

Black Clover

Noragami

Phoenix Wright

Soul Eater

Ao no Exorcist

Tokyo Revengers

Durarara

n' ESPECIALLY Gurren Lagann n' Cowboy Bebop

I've been told to check out

The Great Pretender

Afro Samurai

Baccano

91 Days

Kaiju No.8

Berserk

Bleach

Evangelion

Vinland Saga

World Trigger

Tate no Yūsha no Nariagari

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Dorohedoro

Enen no Shouboutai

Great Teacher Onizaka

Hunter × Hunter

Hellsing

Hotaru no Haka

Detective Conan

Lupin III

Jujutsu Kaisen (That one guy's voice is. Drivin' me nuts. Where have I heard it.)

I don't plan to watch Chainsaw Man but the manga looks good.

As for games: I've played that [Redacted] series n' saw the anime for it as well as read some of the novels when I had the time.

I liked that Hagakure guy, but I can't put my finger on why... oh, n' Leon was pretty cool, too.

I loved Mondo n' Taka, not gonna lie.

Also liked Nekomaru n' that Kaito dude.

What was up with that Gozu guy too- he was interestin'.

Persona games are pretty good, too.

I played Genshin for a bit. I like Diluc. I swear- that Itto guy sounded familiar, but I'm not sure where else I'd heard him from.

HSR might be more my thing, but I like the fighting style more in Genshin if I'm bein' honest. Otherwise, I'll still be more active on Star Rail from now on.

I like Boothill n' Aventurine.

If you've read this far then here, have some of my guilty pleasures- if you can call them that;; basically:

You will never catch me admitting to liking these.

Violet Evergarden

Lucky Star

Horimiya

Shimoneta

PaSwG

Osomatsu-san

Ouran Koukou Host Club

Kaguya-sama: Love is War

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Howl's Moving Castle

Princess Tutu (Wrecked me)

Fairy Tail

Kill la Kill

WataMote

Your Lie in April

Sasaki to Miyano

Sword Art Online II

Tian Guan Cifu

My Neighbor Totoro

n' especially Toradora! n' Buddy Daddies.

^What can I say, the last two were too-darn-adorable for me to resist.

Oh yeah, speakin' of animes people refuse to admit likin' n' reachin' this far to be deservin' of seein' my "honorary mentions"...

Y'all who are still afraid to like Kekkai Sensen are cowards.

Go check out Blood Blockade Battlefront, losers. /endearing

By the same guy who made Trigun, iirc.

There's one that keeps bein' brought up around me though... the Hell was it...;;

Bungou...somethin'...

...Bungou to Alchemist.

That's definitely what it was.

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futuristicballoondream · 3 years ago

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(last) new chapter thoughts

So I’ve been thinking about the last few chapters and I’m keen to see where Ox is gonna take the storyline tomorrow. Momo and He Tian both looked pretty dismayed, I hope they run into each other and make up - but they’re both quite stubborn. I imagine Tian will be some combo of (finally) giving Guan Shan the space he requested, and sulking about being yelled at/hit in the face with a bag. Perhaps seeing the next day that Guan Shan left the group chat will make it feel less personal - or perhaps he will assume he’s extremely hurt him to have him ditch the others as well, just to get away from him.

Which brings me to this panel:

Boy do these guys look miserable. As far as they were concerned, the play went alright, they had a laugh, they were gonna get changed and all go out for dinner to celebrate/commiserate with each other. Mo doesn’t turn up, and then (seemingly without any explanation) just leaves their group chat. I expect Jian Yi is the type to bombard Mo with questions as to why, he’s persistent when he wants to be and good at cajoling people in a friendly/manipulative way into getting them to do what he wants (e.g. playing he tian and mo off against each other to get them to the picnic) - but he looks so heartbroken here I’m not sure he’ll bother. He doesn’t take well to rejection. Perhaps Xixi will step up, or ask He Tian about it, but he’s too polite minding his own business usually so I’m not holding out hope.

Guan Shan knows he didn’t handle things right, but the poor lad has so much on his plate right now I’m not sure he’ll see prioritising making-up up over a)finding a new job and b) coming exams/the end of school. I keep thinking maybe his meal card will run out (and he doesn’t have his job-money to top it up now-i feel like OX showed us that scene for a reason) and I hope He Tian aka Daddy Warbucks swoops in. Maybe he’ll rock up to school with the studs in as a sort of beacon that he’s ready to make up, but he hasn’t had them in since she li chased him down (I don’t think) and I get the impression he’s feeling too vulnerable right now to deal. Speaking of that snake, I haven’t forgotten about him hovering around in the background, noticing He Tian putting his hands on momo. If he sees them parting ways at school, I expect he’ll go in for the kill - to really hut Momo (in the short-term, psychical, immediate sense) or even in the long-term ‘offer him a job when he needs it but its just to get him under the thumb again/illegal/dangerous’. Maybe they’ll both ditch school and we won’t see anything this week. Maybe one of them will overhear baldie telling the group guan shan has dropped out. Only time will tell I guess.

#19 days #19天 #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian #old xian #jian yi #zhanyi

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nightfayre · 4 years ago

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a young!qiucheng at a party prompt request for @itssomekindofheaven! thank you so much for the prompt, and I hope you enjoy!!

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“Enough.”

There were many different ways Qiu imagined their reunion to be. Most of them involved surprise entries; a pair of motorcycle keys left on the countertop for Cheng to find in the morning, or the half-cracked bedroom door across the hall that hadn’t been opened since he left, beckoning curiosity. Others of them involved hard glares — a moment of shock (”When... did you get back?”) as well as bitterness (”Wouldn’t you like to know.”) — and perhaps a dose of silent treatment to ensure the message was well received.

But Qiu never considered either of them to be that theatric, nor that inclined to waste such time, and so none of that ever came to fruition. Instead, now, Qiu watched the effect of the command unfold before him.

Enough.

Cheng, kneeled before He Tian with a wet cloth that he dabbed disdainfully against the red stain on He Tian’s dress shirt, turned to look up at Qiu. His eyes caught the irritated sweep of Qiu’s gaze — widened only for a moment — and then held it.

“Enough of what?” Cheng asked, drawn. Qiu was surprised to find no bitten severity behind the words, which had increasingly become Cheng’s standard disposition over the years. Instead, he was calm, and in front of him He Tian rocked back on his heels, abashed by the salsa that had still coated his fingertips when Cheng found him — and a shattered serving bowl — in the kitchen. His older brother had made quick work of scolding him, then stiffly comforting him when He Tian began to pout, then aiding in removing the stain before the maids (or worse, father) found out.

Qiu had watched it all happen from across the room as he feigned interest in a family head’s state of affairs. When the opportunity came, he made some lame excuse to find himself here, now, looking down on the celebration’s main attraction playing babysitter. And while regular fuck-ups on young He Tian’s behalf were never exactly surprises, tonight it made something in Qiu’s mouth go particularly sour.

“There’re others who are responsible for him tonight,” Qiu told Cheng now. “Let him be.”

He Cheng’s mouth quirked, and he turned away to dab at the stain again. “He’s my brother.”

“And it’s your birthday,” Qiu said, frowning. He jerked his head over his shoulder where small crowds littered the marble floors of the He’s dining hall, gathered in tight circles as they prodded at finger foods. “People traveled to see you.”

I’m here to see you, idiot.

“They came to see my father,” Cheng amended, flat. “Don’t get us confused.”

“Well,” Qiu said, then said nothing more, because Cheng gave him a look that warned Don’t start and, frankly, Qiu didn’t have the energy tonight. Instead, he turned to He Tian, who looked up at him with a mixed expression of fear and anxiety thinly veiled by bravery. Little lion man, Qiu often called him, and he was often reminded of the truth behind such a nickname.

“You have other shirts, don’t you?” Qiu asked him. “In your room?”

He Tian nodded. “But father told me I wasn’t allowed to go upstairs tonight. They locked my door.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Qiu muttered. He stopped a passing servant balancing a platter of drinks, and the man bowed his head with respect. “Take He Tian with you,” Qiu ordered, “and find a house maid. He needs a new shirt. And—” a glance at Cheng, who frowned, “—don’t let Mr. He see.”

The servant looked where Cheng — broad shoulders draped in a dark, pressed suit and hair neatly slicked back — kneeled before his little brother on the kitchen tiles. It was a sight to behold. “Yes, sir,” the man said.

He Tian glanced to his brother, who eventually relented with a scowl and nodded with permission, dropping the cloth. Sheepish, He Tian followed the servant toward the nearest loitering maid, picking at the shirt stain as if that would make it go away faster.

“Don’t give me that look,” Qiu said as Cheng stood, silent but telling in the way that his lips pressed and his eyes, dark and severe, leveled on him. “You’re not his fucking parent. You have other shit to worry about.”

“This event isn’t any different than the others I’ve attended,” Cheng replied, mouth pulling at the edges. “Don’t be so damn sentimental. They’ll eat you alive for it.”

“Who? Your daddy?” Qiu scoffed. “I don’t care.”

Cheng tilted his head. “Your payroll would beg to differ.”

“I’ve just spent five months overseas for his ass. If he wants to fire me over a salsa stain, then I’ll start packing my bags.”

“Bags? Plural?” Cheng shook his head. “You could fit the shit in your room in a single backpack.”

Qiu scowled. “Sorry I don’t have the luxury to drop all my money on useless shit like you. Like cars.”

It had the intended effect. Cheng regarded him, surprised. “You already know about that?” he asked after a moment.

Qiu leaned back, the wall firm against his shoulder blades. He’d taken off his suit jacket an hour ago because he was hot, and because he was irritated watching Cheng interact with the party’s guests without ever thinking to greet Qiu, too. The thought in itself made him crave a cigarette. He still did. “Yeah, I do. Heard it from one of the guys because, apparently, you don’t know how to fucking text. Or call.”

There was a pause; a moment in which Cheng only watched him, stoic like his father but quiet in every way that wasn’t his father. Qiu suppressed the urge to reach forward and drag his fingers through Cheng’s gelled hair and fuck up every perfect strand if only to prove that Cheng was only twenty-three — no, twenty-four now — and nothing of what Mr. He tells him to be. To do. That Cheng was right: this party was for his father, even though Cheng’s name was on the invitation, but that doesn’t mean Cheng didn’t deserve more than a calculating, decisive look from all the guests he greeted. That he didn’t deserve more than going to bed after all the guests have left and the house staff cleans up their mess and his only thoughts being of tomorrow’s agenda, and his little brother’s wellbeing, and the empty chair that sat next to his father during the dinner.

God, Qiu could give him more than that.

“I’ve been busy,” Cheng told him now, his voice lowered so that Qiu knew that this was an apology, and that Cheng, in some fashion, meant it.

Qiu didn’t accept it. “Not busy enough to avoid buying another fucking Hongqi though, huh?”

Cheng exhaled, in the same way he exhaled when He Tian bothered him while he was trying to work: worn, but understanding. “I’m serious, Qiu. I was busy. And I didn’t want to distract you while you were abroad, either.”

Qiu frowned. “Distract me? With what? A single phone call just so I know you’re still alive? What the hell does distract even mean?”

“You know what it means.”

There was a pause; another servant passing them with a quiet apology even though they were the ones taking up space in the doorway. Then Cheng shifted on his feet, slipped a hand into the pocket of his trousers.

“She’s a beauty,” he offered. “The Hongqi. I wanted it to be a surprise when you came back. But she’s in the garage, just polished. Want to go see her after...?” He made a vague wave of the hand towards the dining hall.

Qiu’s jaw set. “No, actually. I’m still jet lagged from the plane ride this morning that you never greeted me from and I want to get some sleep tonight.”

Cheng frowned. “Ah-Qiu—”

“Forget it. I need a smoke.”

As Qiu turned and headed for the nearest exit, Cheng sighed again, irritated. “For fuck’s— You’re joking. Qiu.”

Qiu was already pulling a pack of smokes from his pocket as he walked. “Yeah, because you’re always so receptive to a joke, aren’t you, He Cheng?” he muttered.

Cheng didn’t respond, but followed him out. People only gave them a passing glance as they went by, sometimes a nod or a half-smile once they recognized Cheng as his father’s son. But soon they were alone, warm evening air dragging away smoke tendrils from the glowing end of Qiu’s cigarette as he walked the stone pathway. The sky was a deep orange hue like that of a wildfire, tainted by a dark, creeping purple at the edges. The gardens hadn’t been touched much since Mrs. He’s passing earlier in the year, but Qiu followed the edge of it nonetheless, coming to a stop at the iron gate that was cold through his sleeves when he leaned his elbows on it.

He said nothing when Cheng appeared at his side, and the two stood in silence as Cheng sparked a lighter and held the flame to his own cigarette until it caught.

For a while, they only looked upon the shadowed landscape of the He estate; the small rolling of hills disturbed by the forest, trees’ silhouettes protruding out like teeth on a comb. Qiu wondered how long it would take for a single match to leave the hilltops barren and charred. Then, Cheng spoke.

“How was it?” he asked. His voice sounded louder here, away from the house. “The trip.”

Qiu glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then looked forward again.

“Same ol’ shit,” he answered blandly. “Every city looks the same to me. Nothing worth mentioning. And I couldn’t even understand the fucking language they were speaking during the meetings, either. Waste of my time. I was muscle and not much else.”

Cheng nodded, absentminded, like that made sense.

And then he said, in little more than a mutter: “I thought of you.”

Qiu’s brows drew together, cigarette paused between the split of his lips. Then he drew in a breath; let the smoke dance and twirl in front of his eyes. The burn at the back of his throat almost felt cathartic.

“Well, aren’t I fucking lucky?” he muttered. “He thought of me. Fucking groundbreaking.”

Cheng looked at him, expression blank. “You were gone a long time, Qiu. I don’t want you to think I wasn’t thinking of you during that time. That I didn’t notice your absence, when I did.”

Qiu only shook his head. “Hard to believe when you’re more worried about talking to old men who don’t give a shit about you and a stain on He Tian’s fucking shirt than you are about seeing me again.”

“I couldn’t find the time,” Cheng told him. “My father told me my first priority was socializing — networking, or however he puts it. And He Tian developed a bad habit for nightmares about our mother again while you were gone. He’s woken me up nearly every night, and he’s skipping meals again. I’ll be the first to admit it’s annoying, but I can’t just fucking— ignore him.”

Little lion men, Qiu thought, the both of you.

But Qiu weighed the words sitting on his tongue carefully. He tapped away the flaking ends of his cigarette as he did, and watched the ash rise to the sky among the dim stars.

Eventually, he gave into the loss of inhibition.

“You’re filling a spot you don’t need to fill,” he said, a little coarse. “He’s a kid; he’s gonna mourn his mom whether you bend over backwards or not. But you’re putting more and more shit on your plate that you don’t need to, and it’s gonna bite you in the ass eventually.”

To Qiu’s surprise, Cheng nodded.

“But when it comes down to it, there’s no other option,” Cheng said. His eyes scanned the horizon, and Qiu wondered what he saw in the trees. “I didn’t have a sibling growing up in this family; I’m not so damn selfish that I would want that for He Tian, too. Especially now, after...”

Behind them, Qiu could hear the distant drone of music and the chatter of people. The liveliness seemed to be separated from them in that moment, like a dome encasing the noise. Here, they were still and quiet, caressed by a soft wind that had freed a strand of hair to lie on the flat of Cheng’s forehead, warmed by the heat between their too-close shoulders and the smoke that one man breathed out and the other breathed in. Equilibrium.

“So…” Qiu started after the silence stretched, “what, then?”

Cheng straightened, smirking. “So, nothing. I do what I can. I’m taking him camping near the river this weekend. Getting us both away from here for a few days.”

He looked at Qiu. Continued: “And when I come back, we can take the Hongqi out for a ride. I know you want to see it. And I’ll let you tinker with it, or whatever the hell you usually do with the bikes and shit.”

Qiu clicked his tongue — even as his chest warmed at the idea of putting his hands on something that nice. “Don’t try to bribe your way out of this.”

Cheng huffed a laugh, breathy and stolen. “Why not? There’s only so many ways to make you happy, and I never knew you were such an attention whore until tonight. I saw you the moment you walked in, but I didn’t realize I had to make it known.”

Qiu spit into the grass. “Fuck you. I’ll remember this when you fuck off somewhere and come back.”

“An eye for an eye. Sounds fair enough to me.”

“‘Course it does to someone like you.”

Cheng smiled — something small and rare and barely noticeable that made Qiu break eye contact. Oblivious, Cheng took a long drag off his smoke, then nodded to himself.

“Then this weekend is a deal,” he confirmed, low. “Spending some time together, now that you’re back.”

Qiu dropped his cigarette, and crushed it beneath his shoe.

“Fine,” he said, feigning vexation. “But only because it’s your damn birthday, and I’m the only one around here who seems to care. I pity you.”

The words were meant to be clipped and prickling, but he felt the weight of Cheng’s eyes trail the length of him with anything but contempt. Eventually, Cheng put out his cigarette too, then slipped his hands in his pockets as he overlooked the hills.

“Well,” he said, smirking. “Aren’t I fucking lucky.”

#19 days #qiucheng #I know this isn't much of a 'party' scene nor a 'jealousy' scene but i hope this suffices!#also I'm so brain dead from midterms so all mistakes in this are mine :(#thank you for the prompt!!#19 days fanfic #19 days fanfiction

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wuxian-vs-wangji · 4 years ago

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TGCF Character List (Spoiler Edition)

Decided to re-organize my character list like my non-spoiler one :)

The Mains

Xie Lian:: Crown Prince of Xian Le, thrice ascended god, also nicknamed the god of misfortune or the god of fucking up. Has a snake bandage (Ruoye), neat-o sword (Fang Xin) and a collar/ankle shackle like a kinky motherfucker (punishment from his 2 banishments from the heavens). If you have a beef with Xie Lian, Hua Cheng will turn you puddle-shaped.

Ruoye:: Xie Lian’s spiritual tool. A bit fussy and literal with him. Likes Hua Cheng.

Hua Cheng // San Lang // Four Great Calamities:: An 800 year old demonic Ghost King also known as the Crimson Rain-Sought Flower, Scourge of Heaven, or Xie Lian’s sugar daddy. Devastation-Level spirit (currently the most powerful). Human!Xie Lian saved Hua Cheng’s life when he was a small child and Hua Cheng decided to dedicate his life to the Crown Prince. Now that they’re both 800+ years old he wants to bone him.

E-Ming:: Hua Cheng’s blade. A long, curved silver scimitar with a decorative pommel that appears to contain either an eye or a jeweled eye (not too clear on that part).

The Heavenly Host

Fu Yao:: Mu Qing’s disguised form so he can help Xie Lian without Xie Lian knowing it’s him. Formerly a servant of Xie Lian’s. Too pretty for your bullshit.

Mu Qing // Xuan Zhen:: The Southwest Martial God. A former servant of Xie Lian’s who was brought by Xie Lian to the heavens before Xie Lian was unceremoniously kicked out the first time. Because of his former life as a servant, it is considered a high insult to hand him or one of his disciples a broom.

Nan Feng:: Nan Yang’s disguised form so that he can help Xie Lian without Xie Lian’s knowing it’s him. Terrified of women (but obviously thought Xie Lian was hot in that wedding dress).

Feng Xin // Nan Yang:: The Southeast Martial God. A former General under Xie Lian, also brought by Xie Lian to the heavens before Xie Lian’s first downfall. Due to an error by an ancient emperor, he is worshiped in some areas as the God of Big Dick (”Tremendous Masculinity”).

Feng Shen:: Feng Xin // Nan Yang // Nan Feng’s bow, a gift from the Heavenly Emperor. Bow’s name means ‘God of Wind’, no word yet on how the Wind Master feels about this.

Ling Wen // Three Tumors:: A literary goddess and friend of Xie Lian. Only Ling Wen greets Xie Lian upon his third ascension and she often helps him research things.

Jun Wu:: The Heavenly Emperor. Has a certain fondness for Xie Lian, and gives him more chances than he might others.

General Pei Lang // Pei Ming // Ming Guang // Three Tumors:: Northern Martial God. Pei Lang was a legendary womanizer as a mortal and is even worse as a divine. Slutty af, can’t be bothered to deal with anyone’s shit.

“Little” General Pei Su:: A descendant of the above god who ascended to a lower godhood rank. Acts as an underling and errand boy of General Pei Lang. Name indicates small dick.

Wind Master Shi Qing Xuan:: One of the Five Elemental Lords, carries a fan and stirs up violent storms often. Known for their stunning looks and a personality that makes them fast friends in the Heavenly Realm. Sometimes likes to go around as a lady (and convince others to cross-dress with them)

Water Master Shi Wu Xu // Three Tumors:: Dubbed “Tyrannical Waters” by San Lang due to the practice of demanding tribute from those who sail upon the seas and oceans. One of the Five Elemental Lords. Wind Master’s elder brother who ascended first by a couple years.

Earth Master Ming Yi:: A companion of Wind Master Shi Qing Xuan and one of the Five Elemental Lords. Not much is known about the Earth Master because they like to keep a low profile. Acted as a spy in Hua Cheng’s camp for 10 years. Hua Cheng recognized him in female form when he was going around Banyue Pass with Wind Master.

Tai Hua// Lang Qian Qiu:: The Eastern Martial God, born the Crown Prince of Yong An- the kingdom that grew on the ashes of Xie Lian’s own kingdom. He is vaguely narcoleptic, dumb as a rock, and enjoys flinging himself headfirst into any situation if he thinks it’ll make him look heroic. Was trained in fighting by Xie Lian himself.

Ghosts and Demons

Black Water Demon King Xuan // Four Great Calamities:: He keeps to himself often. He and Hua Cheng are the only two who hold the rank of Demon King, and one of only three demons to reach “Devastation” rank, though he is considered slightly lower than Hua Cheng.

White No-Face Bai Wu Xiang // Four Great Calamities:: The eldest of the Four Great Calamities and first to achieve Devastation-Rank. He is the one who destroys Xie Lian’s kingdom before vanishing himself.

Night-Touring Green Lantern Qi Rong // Xiao Jing:: Though only a “Wraith” class demon (lower than a Devastation), he is the weakest and youngest of the Four Great Calamities. Gods look down on him with disgust rather than fear, as he is known for impaling people upside down, creating a bloody rain. Xie Lian’s insane younger cousin.

The Humans and Miscellaneous

Little Ying (Yu Jun Arc):: A girl in the village around Mount Yu Jun. She cares for Lang Ying and dies protecting Xie Lian (who was in no need of protecting but appreciated the gesture).

Lang Ying (Yu Jun Arc+):: A boy inflicted with the same Face Plague that destroyed Xie Lian’s kingdom, though the plague was thought eradicated long ago. It’s resurgence could mean Bai Wu Xiang has reappeared. He is a somewhat disciple of Xie Lian’s, having survived terrible hardships and trauma.

Xuan Ji (Yu Jun Arc):: A female general who stood on the opposite side of a battle as Ming Guang // Pei Senior. She went insane in her love of him and broke both of her legs to force him to notice her. When he still didn’t pay any mind, she went insane and was responsible for the Ghost Brides of Mount Yu Jun.

Tian Sheng (Banyue Pass Arc):: A bit of a mouthy one, but respects elders. Swears he will build Xie Lian a temple (which will probably end up just being a tree house).

Ke Mo (Banyue Pass Arc):: A general of the Ban Yue people. He refused to die, choosing instead to continuously trap people General Pei Junior brings to the edge of the Banyue lands to feed to his starving brothers trapped in the Sinner’s Pit. He executes Ban Yue over and over again for her part in destroying Banyue.

Ban Yue (Banyue Pass Arc):: A tiny demon in a cup. Ban Yue was one of Xie Lian’s orphans he used to collect and protect. She found out her people- who she wasn’t on good terms with anyways- were planning on committing a series of suicide bombings that would kill thousands of Midlanders, so she helped slaughter her own people to minimize casualties. Xie Lian keeps her in a jar, but is kind to her.

Xia Xian Yue Officer // Quan Yi Zhen (Ghost Market Arc):: Hua Cheng’s assistant(?). May be the former Martial God of the West.

Prince An Le (Qi Rong Arc):: Another distant relative of Xie Lian’s. Prince An Le befriended Tai Hua/ Lang Qian Qiu for the purpose of carrying out the slaughter of the Yong An royal family along with Qi Rong. Was murdered by Xie Lian to stop a war from brewing.

#character guide #tgcf #insert witty reading tag #heavenly official's blessing #mine

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zajeliminazwy · 6 years ago

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Now that Yi is on He family home, do you think that we gonna discover a little bit more about the mafia's past, the dad of Tian, the dad of Yi, and, probably, the story about Guanshan's dad too? I want to know when Brother Qiu and He Cheng met each other, cause they look really close to each other, as if they were together since the military service or something like that. Sorry for bothering you, too much hype I guess... 😂💜

I never thought that one day I would receive these kinds of questions 😲😲 So thank you! :D I would write about this day in my diary, but I don’t have one… 💔

This post is longer than I thought it would be 😜

PS: this is my first long text in English since high school, so it’s better to take tissues to wipe your bloody tears while reading.

I think we gonna get some informations about all this mafia shit in which Jian Yi – without his will – is implicated. It all started with kidnapping, so Jian Yi forced to live in this fancy fortress is a great opportunity to explain us some things. As He Cheng once said „the situation recently is tense” and Qiu overreacted after he saw a red laser coming from outside, that he thought was from sniper rifle [or from Britney’s “Toxic” music video], and he was ready to use he’s all knowledge from action movies to protect this kid – these are evidences that something in mafia world is happening right now. And Jian Yi is not a type of person who politly keep their mouth shut, so he’s probably gonna bomb his new babysitters with questions, but I doubt they will answer clearly – they probably don’t have permission to talk about it. So maybe his mom will try to explain his situation to him? He was kidnapped once and now some strangers protect him, he is not 5-year-old kid, so telling him that it’s nothing will not work.

AboutMr. Jian:

I would love to see him in the next chapters. At the beginning of the story, Jian Yi said he doesn’t have a father, so it can be difficult to show him to us. But I see 2 options:

we’ll see him from not Jian Yi’s but someone’s else perspective>> Someone may have a flashback about him – Ms. Jian from time when their situation become too dangerous to stay together or He Cheng from not so distant memories, when he met him or received orders>> We’ll see him in person but not in this house. He’s probably far from this city, maybe even on that island. And we will not see his face - he’ll be shown in the same way we see villains in the movies: backrest of his comfty chair, head/face in the shadow, wearing ellegant suit and banana t-shirt and petting his domestic goose that rests on his lap [they are scary and dangerous, bite and suit mafia boss more than a cat. … He’s Jian Yi’s father after all.]

Jian Yi will hear about Mr. Jian, but after all he will not think of him as his father, but as a stranger. And that’s because he hasn’t been present all his life, so he doesn’t care for him. But still, it doesn’t seem to be something Jian Yi would do.

Otherfathers:

I don’t see Mr. Mo in this part of the story. In my opinion, we need a Mo family moment or maybe TianShan moment to learn more about him being imprisoned. So it wolud be possible only if Zhan Zhengxi asked He Tian to help him find JY, and if HT would take the opportunity to show MoMo his brother’s sharks. Well, this complicates things. But if they decide to join the party, He brothes can have a little conversation, from which we can get some informations about their family. Hm… Wouldn’t it be too much for one part?

He Cheng & Qiu being bros:

I agree that they seem to be close. I really wanna know how these daddies mafia men met and become friends. There are so many options, I think that everyone can come up with something. I would need more time to find the correct answer, but for now, opportunities that came to my mind while writing this:

The boring one, in which they met when they already were in mafia world and just happend to work together

The cool one, in which they were – like you said - in the military service or were activists of organisation that rescue sharks and fight pirates

The neutral one, in which they know each other since childhood or from school.>> kindergarten: playing and stealing toys from other kids toghether>> elementary school: copying homework from the other one>> junior high: being yankii, do slav squats, “regent” hairstyles>> high school: have a rock band, but after “shows” prefer to go to the gym instead of dating girls

The stupid one, in which they just bumped into each other – for example, they were in the cinema on movie with Bruce Lee, He Cheng eaing popcorn while watching and Qiu trying to copy all karate moves. And unawares kicked out Cheng’s box of popcorn and it fell to the floor. Another option - they were walking down the street, their eyes met and they both knew that they must be friends. Just bros at first sight.

Dunno if you will be satisfied with this answer, but I tried 😅

Btw what I want from future chapters:

explanation what’s going on with this mafia shit

Jian Yi talking about his teenage love problems with Qiu

doggo and/or sharks

#19 days #jian yi #qiu #He Cheng #mr. jian #mr. mo #mr. he #doggo #sharks #ask #kłeszczon #mój szajs

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REVIEW: Kong Skull Island - Primate Platoon is a fun fest

1933, most people don’t make it to their mid 80s let alone film franchises. While you can bang the drum about Hollywood’s current over abundance of re-makes, re-boots and pre-sequel whatevers there is reason familiar stories and characters keep coming back around...... because we still care about them. It’s a pretty safe bet that no matter what happens this decade people in the 2050s would still like more Star Wars or another incarnation of Spiderman. Like a wise Hobbit once said they’re, “the stories that really mattered”. When people still care about King Kong swinging onto our screens in 1933 we can be pretty sure he’s a story that really mattered. Now, for the 2nd time in a generation, he’s back on our for very fun and entertaining results.

In 1973 when satellite photos locate the fabled Skull Island an expedition team with military escort including tracker Conrad (Tom Hiddleston – Thor), photographer Mason (Brie Larson – Room) and Colonel Packard (Samuel L. Jackson – “he’s in everything”) will go searching for its secrets. Unfortunately the island’s colossal gorilla protector, Kong, doesn’t take kindly to hostile guests.

You may have heard people banding about some Apocalypse now comparisons after watching the trailers from the shots of Kong standing tall against the low sun with inbound helicopters. They weren’t wrong because Kong: Skull Island has a very clear game plan; to make a Vietnam War movie with monsters. I’m sure it was a pitch that raised a few eyebrows but in fact it’s a beer and hot dog level combination from shared aspects like a squad trekking through jungle in search of lost comrades to enduring hellish conditions and geared up soldiers dramatically underestimating the capabilities of the indigenous population too. Several staples of typical period/Vietnam war set films are also well utilised such as 70s rock tracks blasting out across scenes (including dropping “scientific” explosives to Sabbath’s Paranoid) or the use of haze like cinematography. The 1973 time period setting plays into this perfectly to with the film picking by the day Nixon announces US withdraw and in fact the expedition’s military contingent coming straight from Vietnam deployment. It builds well into Packard’s Ahab level determination to Kill Kong, desperate for a purpose and victory after suffering defeat. The story’s other building sized win is its sparing use of the King himself. Much like 2014s Godzilla, Kong is used more like a featured plot device for a story among the human characters; only it’s much more effective than said underwhelming lizard affair by making Kong’s brief appearances more frequent. Skull island is also fully aware the Ape extraordinaire has had many a film already and as such abandons several overused tropes trying to capture him, a love affair with the female lead and it doesn’t even set foot (or paw) in New York. In fact Kong himself comes across generally disinterested in people to be more of a solitary and brooding guardian figure..... there may even be Batman comparison in there somewhere?

The most surprising treasure on Skull Island is the film’s pacing. In fact the entire first act of the film is nigh on flawless. All the wider cast are introduced from one rolling scene to the next covering all required exposition without stopping or staling; right up to the act ending Kong confrontation complete with Jackson reading the story of Icarus through a lightning storm like its Ezekiel 25:17. It carries a constant and feeling of momentum with the story kept simple enough to just kick back and enjoy the ride. This effect does waver significantly in the middle act when the film wanders off from its base premise of survival and escaping the island but thankfully the boots start marching back in time again for the finish. The script could do with some fine tuning though. Some lines and exchanges fall rather flat, most notably harming the chemistry between Hiddleston and Larson. Thankfully John C. Reilly (Wreck-It Ralph) to make his every line, good or bad, rather hysterical as the grizzled island survivor Hank. However, the overall cast is also far too bloated. Some characters merely feel like needless tag alongs, especially Jing Tian’s biologist with almost non-existent plot significance and minimal dialogue. She may even have mic dropped on being 2017s biggest Chinese market appeal drop in character.

Skull Island has as an interesting preference for shorter action sequences rather than longer drawn out affairs. While the key sequence of each act has a bit more duration most encounters are kept brief rather than being dwelled upon. Not only does that help preserve the aforementioned momentum but it allows for better showcasing of the many weird and wonderful Island creatures other than the big hairy guy (no not John C. Reilly). Some are absolutely fantastic with the bamboo forest daddy long legs being a personal favourite. There’s also plenty of great creativity to the monster fighting sequences. One clever setup sees a creature swallowing a camera stuck on a repeating flash before disappearing mists with bursts of light teasing its whereabouts every few seconds. Director Jordan Vogt-Roberts (The Kings of Summer) is crucially aware that it’s not merely having monsters on screen that constitutes entertainment it’s how well you use them. Right down to the big Kong Vs Marvel level disposable bad monster showdown there’s some awesome manipulations of environments for weapons with emphasis on Kong’s primate intelligence being his key strength.... even a few noticeable visual nods to Pacific Rim as Kong faces his own Kaiju.

Then there are the visuals that are worth several location scouts and digital artists beating their chests and roaring with triumph. The island and everyone on it looks stunning both by day and night. All creature inhabitants are superbly rendered. Kong’s stiff and rigid stance may feel like a different stage in evolution to the Peter Jackson and Andy Serkis take of 2005 but it really befits the idea of him being a towering God like presence while also being a respectful nod to the classic wire frame incarnation. The use of swooping aerial camerawork brings an epic feel to the location shooting (filmed in Australia, Hawaii and even North Vietnam). The camera work frequently plays well with fixed or flipped perspectives such as looking down gun barrels or a through an attacking monster’s eyes.

It all combines to make this highly enjoyable blockbuster viewing. Skull Island is not in the least trying to be thought provoking or carry current social/political relevance. It just wants you to have a good time which is exactly why you will. The post-credits sting merely acknowledges what Legendary Pictures have already confirmed for their shared “MonsterVerse” with 2019s Godzilla sequel being next entry. Kong: Skull Island embodies the ideal tone and direction this hatching franchise should take to be a monster success.

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