#hua cheng silver wrath

[evcryopeneye]

@hua-cheng-silver-wrath [ shudder ]  –  for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver. from Hua Cheng - to the muse you pick

A hand snapped back, so fast that it almost cracked the air. It wasn’t as if she had meant to overstep a boundary, “I’m sorry.” The apology is soft, quiet, but heartfelt. It had never been Jinmi’s intention to cause discomfort. Though…that left her with so many more questions than she could process. “It was not you who summoned me.” A statement, not a question. It felt pretty given, he didn’t seem like the summoning type already. 

With practiced silence, the flower goddess surveyed him, before she turned to the forest around them. It was dying. Once lush chlorophyll is now languishing. Swirled with darkness that seemed to permeate everything it touched, through the soil, stems and trunks. Silence hung heavy, animals having long fled…and Jinmi had never seen anything like it before in her so far long life. Yet, it felt different from him, the auras didn’t seem to match, while she couldn’t put her finger on who he was by feeling, she knew it wasn’t his handiwork. 

A heavy sigh left her as she shook her head, eyes catching paper stuck to one of the dead trees, familiar characters brushed upon it. She guessed whoever had written it had called her, a hand raised, energy tugged the talisman off the trunk and she caught it mid air. “Amateurish.” She crushed it in her hand before she sighed. “More importantly, are you okay? You seem…uneased.” If it was because of whatever was going on here, or something else, she didn’t know. 

“Though I think anyone would be uneased by this…”

[pctaldrunk]

@hua-cheng-silver-wrath asked : PET NAME. Honey eyes for X.ie L.ian - GIVE  MY  MUSE  A  NICKNAME  /  PET  NAME.

HE'S AN EMBARRASSED BOI. H O N E Y EYES.

[dcstinyscdgc]

"You know nothing." It's curt and indifferent.

The exhaustion that came from years of people thinking they knew exactly who he was, how they viewed him as nothing more than a monster who killed his mother at birth, abandoned by his father, raised for a few years in his home country before taken prisoner.

He was human, he was not the monster that everyone saw fit him to label him as. If he were, anyone who hurt him by now would've suffered far worse or death. But they hadn't, and he still remained in the place he had been since six years old.

@hua-cheng-silver-wrath (finally moving this over here to this new blog of mine lol)

As if he could read the others man thoughts Hua Cheng spoke.

"Maybe you are human at least on the outside, or maybe you want to be a human to blend in with others." Hua Cheng is a ghost king and undead walking this earth, little could be hidden from his sight.

"But if you do not wish to speak or stand for yourself of course no one else will notice you or care for you. You will end up like a food or plaything for humans or other creatures that live in the dark"

Hua Cheng believed in what he said, he too was a human who suffered the cruelty of other humans, he was what humans call a street rat, an unwanted child, a cursed child born under an ominous star.

[divinityshackled]

plotted starter for @hua-cheng-silver-wrath (heavy spoilers, do not read if you haven't finished book 6)

Gods were immortal, but there was only so much pain a God could take before his soul would break. A hundred deaths. That is how much it took to finally break him. But not only his own deaths, losing his parents and Mu Qing and Feng Xin, leaving him all alone. He had no one and nothing, and that was why he eventually gave in to White No-Face’s influence. If being a puppet would save him from further pain, who was Xie Lian to deny himself this simply sense of safety?

He had always wanted to help. Even when his kingdom was on the edge of falling and the Yong’ans were starving and dying of thirst, he had wanted to help everyone. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, is what one would think when hearing about the Crown Prince’s story, it was the goodness and gentleness in his heart that made him fall victim to a hundred desperate civilians and White No-Face’s cruelty. But where was cruelty, there was also a twisted sense of safety if only Xie Lian would stick close to his side. And so he did.

The Crown Prince was silent as he stood by White No-Face’s side, the both of them wearing identical white robes on their bodies and identical white crying-laughing masks on their faces, as they looked upon the latest city they had brought to its knees. Almost every building was on fire, dead people in the streets with a few remaining living ones, screaming for help or cursing the people responsible with their last breaths.

“Xianle, be good and silence the rest of them”, White No-Face said calmly, but Xie Lian could hear the displeasure in his voice, and that tone was enough to make a shiver run down his spine, because if White No-Face was dissatisfied with him there was no saving Xie Lian from his wrath as well.

“As you wish”, Xie Lian replied, bowing down respectfully before walking down the little hill they were standing on to return to the burning city, walking the streets in search of the remaining residents. Had the Crown Prince grown fond of spilling bloods and taking lives? Not quite, but it was either this or put himself at the mercy of White No-Face and the rest of rotten humanity.

For a while he was wandering aimlessly, as if he wasn’t sure where to start or like he was stalling for time, as if he was waiting for the remaining screams to silence themselves if only enough minutes passed, but he had no such luck. Xie Lian walked past a dead body, then another one and a third, following a quiet sobbing sound, but what he expected to be a child was a grown man, cowering on the ground, sobbing like a boy that had just lost his mother. And maybe he had. But upon laying eyes on Xie Lian he jumped to his feet, first clutching his white robes in his dirty fingers before moving his fingers to Xie Lian’s throat.

“Let go of me!”, Xie Lian demanded, panic obvious in his eyes, his golden eyes wide in fear, as if he was scared of what the man could do to him. This brought back memories of the night where he had been tied to his own altar, stabbed by men not too different from this one.

“I said let go!” The Crown Prince drew his sword and without hesitation he buried it deep in the man’s chest, piercing his heart with one swift move. And even though this death came quick, there still was a lot of blood, so much blood, and it soon covered Xie Lian’s hands and his white robes and even his pale cheeks.

Xie Lian pulled out the sword, only to stab it deep into the other’s stomach, trying to make sure the man was really dead, then taking a step back, watching the corpse collapse to the ground. He would kill a hundred men if it meant they would never lay a hand on him again.

He felt nothing as he looked down at the dead man, but the blood felt like acid on his skin and he could still feel the pressure of fingers around his throat. Subconsciously he rubbed his hand over his neck when he heard footsteps behind him. They were quiet, barely audible to the untrained ear, especially in the middle of a burning city, but Xie Lian was so used to these particular footsteps by now he would recognize them immediately.

It was Wuming. The soldier with a smiling mask that had followed him ever since that fateful day that he had accepted his role as calamity. His gaze rested on the other, and Xie Lian did not miss the other’s uniform being covered in blood and the Crown Prince was pretty sure Wuming had wandered the streets to take the burden of killing the remaining civilians off of Xie Lian. White No-Face would not be pleased about that.

“What do you want?”, Xie Lian snapped at him, harsher than he intended to, but if either of them angered the true White Calamity, there was no saying how harsh their punishment would be.

[yinjiyang]

Shadow Petals

"When was the last time you actually got some rest?" -- @hua-cheng-silver-wrath -- Hua Cheng -- Lack of Sleep Starters

Three days. Three nights. That was how long it had been since the daoshi arrived in the village after hearing whispers of a mysterious illness afflicting its residents; an illness that did not appear abated by most medicines, but the daoshi seemed to at least know of a concoction capable of staving the effects, stopping the illness from worsening those infected. During the day, the windows were boarded yet he continued to work by the golden light of a single lantern at his table; but in the evening, the windows were open to allow the silvery glow of the moon and stars to shine on his workspace as he mixed and measured and stirred. To most, he appeared to be working tirelessly in the medicine house, at all hours of the night. Including this one. People had come in and out of the medicine house quite frequently...during the day. At night, however, it had generally been very quiet as the majority of the village slept. But not this person, it seemed. The sound of the voice--and more importantly, the ripples of that presence--warranted a lift of Yin Jiyang's head in acknowledgement of the visitor, though he did not look away from his work.

"...I am resting..." he softly replied as he continued to grind the dried herbs with the pestle, the sound quiet against the stone of the bowl and blending with the hauntingly ethereal quality of his void. "...this is therapeutic..."

[xunque]

@hua-cheng-silver-wrath asked [ DRUNK ] :  for  your  muse  to  look  after  mine  while  drunk / [ STOOD  UP ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  on  a  date  after  noticing  that  they  have  been  stood  up

Wen Xun had not been around much, so to speak. He was only just getting used to life outside a bubble, with all the sights, sounds and smells that came with it. As such, drunk people were not something he was overly familiar with.

He'd read about them in a story or two, sure, and had once had a bit too much wine himself, but he'd never been faced with a red-nosed, sniffling, slightly swaying person with tears threatening to spill from the corner of their eyes.

Well, that came with not knowing a lot of people, too.

"Um, excuse me," he spoke up, though not with much confidence, "is something wrong?"

He didn't want to startle them, so he resisted the urge to offer a comforting hand to their shoulder.

[hua-cheng-silver-wrath]

He knew why Xie Lian cooked like this, it was a post-traumatic memory of his mother. The woman was never able to cook anything edible. not that it was her fault she was a Queen she needed not the skill of cooking. Xie Lian was not that bad cook but he did this on purpose like a memento. Evan names dishes like her.

And Ghost King didn't mind that one bit. What came next did bothered him however,

"But Gege, why would I need a bed, when sharing with you is fine. You will spend your little fortune on the bed. But I in truth don't need it. You can get a new one and we can still share, plus two beds will take too much space in your small living space" He kept his expression warm, hiding deep inside his doubt and dislike of parting to other bed. He also pats the hand on his shoulder.

His chest swelled with pride hearing that Hua Cheng approved of his meal. He had really put a lot of effort into it, so the praise made his heart flutter. Xie Lian tugged a loose strand of hair behind his ear, blushing softly.

"San Lang is always very eager to help," he remarked and put the empty bowl away.

"Maybe this can wait until tomorrow. I've planned something else for today," Xie Lian tilted his head with a playful smile on his lips.

"I think that we should get you an own bed, so you don't need to share anymore. Do you like the sound of that? You always work so hard, so you deserve your very own space," he laid his hand on Hua Cheng's shoulder, studying his reaction.

[historias-multorum]

@hua-cheng-silver-wrath continuing from this.

The fact he knew her name and they were mere strangers, sent a ripple of chills up and down her back. Still, even as poised as she was on the outside, she was concerned. But there was a task to be done. There were rumors circulating about a supernatural being prowling around. If this is them, she had to act accordingly.

"I do." She answered. "Just a bit further, we're almost there." She told them.

[cafe-smut]

Fics I Could Write But Haven't Yet

Dragon Shifter Hua Cheng being captured and used to create more of her kind. Escapes and reunited with her Queen, but later ends up tracking down the child she was forced to have with a rogue cultivator that was captured. The child is an orphan and severely traumatized, but his prospects of survival to adulthood due to the dragon parts of him are slim.

Wei Wuxian dies one day on the Burial Mounds and wakes up like, a day later as an uber powerful ghost, completely confused. Hua Cheng and He Xuan find him, planning to get to the bottom of the sudden appearance of this wrathish/calamity level ghost, only to be surprised someone newly dead and just trying to keep the people he cares about safe. By unspoken mutual agreement (and seeing themselves in the young man) they help him learn to wield his powers and set up the Mounds to better support human life.

The 5 Calamities, 2 being Wrath ghosts on the level of the Calamities. Those two outliers in the group being Green Touring Night Lantern and the other the Silver Ghost Controlling Flute, who is Crimson Rain's right hand and the Young Mistress of Ghost City. One day, unknown and unexpectedly, she disappears, only to begin to remerge nearly a decade later, Chenching's eery tone reverberating through the realm of the undead once more.

Wei Ying is saved from certain death by both winter and dog alike by the wolves in the forest surrounding Yiling. They follow her as a whole pack even when she goes to Lotus Pier. Dogs are not Wolves, dogs are vicious and cruel, but wolves don't know such things. She's terrified of dogs, but a wolf is her most welcome companion and savior. To harm a Yiling Wolf is to ask for death from the Yiling Laozu. So what happens to them when their Lady is dead?

Xie Lian gets the cat she adopted with her ex Jun Wu stolen by him, but can't prove it. Ranting online about it while depressed, someone she doesn't know tags her and says she used to hook up with him and she can go see if her cat is there. A fee days later she opens her door to the woman standing there with her Ruoye. They take a selfie and post it with the caption 'my cat loves my new girlfriend!' That very day when they start dating.

Lou Binghe is extremely confused that her old middle school teacher is not only now her college professor, but as much as she hated her in her youth, doesn't even seem to remember her? And is super nice, just in general? But, did she just never notice how beautiful her shizun was before, or-?

Xie Lian returns to college after trying to get her life together, and is warned immediately by her old friends of the Three Demons of the school. Her new friend Shi Qingxuan laughs and tells her they're not so bad. Are they in the mafia? No! She's engaged to one of their friends and hangs out with them regularly. She should just get to know them herself! Xie Lian does, and finds Luo Binghe, Wei Ying, and Hua Cheng are- quite nice, actually!

After some guidance and exploring, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan come across a cave and a giant coffin in it. It turns out to be a 3 layered coffin with the oddest dead person inside it Wei Ying's ever seen. Taking the person back to the Cloud Recesses, he starts to wake up and they slowly, slowly, nurse him back to heath. As time goes on, Wei Ying thinks to reach out to someone he knew while dead, the ruler of the ghost city he'd called home for 13 years, about who their visitor with little to no memory might be.

Modern Hualian where painter Hua Cheng, a college student, is looking to have a more live model than the sculptures she sometimes does. Enter Xie Lian, childhood crush that never.faded, doing some shibari photography with her coworker and primary photographer Wei Ying. Some extra pay and Hua Cheng and Xie Lian quickly become known as a famous duo for the works of art displayed on Xie Lian's body with paint, ever changing but ever beautiful and inspired.

Xie Lian wakes from the 3 layered coffin, only to find himself in the care of 2 old friends. After being healed, with nothing left for him in China, he goes with them and chages his form to a woman. Several centuries later, she returns with a mask, the name Liene, and at the side of her goddess as the Liutenant of Artemis. And it seems her silence and changed looks have kept anyone from recognizing her during the meetings between the gods, with the singular exception of a ghost she never knew, a Ghost King of incredible power and looks who seems to be called Hua Cheng, but keeps telling Xie Lian to call her San Niang.

Basically it's just SVSSS but with the magic mechanics and the like of Fairy Tail. Also I'll probably make it lesbians because Women. So the guild Cang Qiong Mountain is so large and because of where its based, its got several Secondary Guild Masters with Heavenly Body User Yue Qingyuan being the main one. Theres the God/dess of War, Requip mage Liu Qingge, Water Body mage Shang Qinghua, Sky Dragon Shen Qingqiu, and so on and so forth.

Danmei mega crossover, but it's also ancient Chinese Hunters of Artemis. Xie Lian, ages after accidentally consuming a flower that turns you into a woman of the Land Of The Tender, accidentally ascends as a goddess of archery and the hunt after having to recultivate with an entirely different base. Cue her gathering her hunters, saving them from other doom with the exception that they are either a woman or eat the same flower and turn into one.

Modern 21st century witch Wei Wuxian gets summons back by the sect leaders of ancient China, attempting to bring someone to help them stop Wen Rohan from starting a war they're quite sure they can't win. She confuses the fuck out of them but to their shock, she looks just like someone of their generation who went missing years ago during a night hunt.

Modern Bingqiu where they're dating and Shen Qingqiu puts on Binghe's fur coat cause they're going out and he's cold and holy shit it's so nice. Binghe's all flustered by him wearing his coat. SQQ is entirely unaware that Binghe is a selkie and that's his Pelt and that- that looks- yeah, um. Uh. Yeah. He needs to wear that more. Undecided if Binghe would be a proper seal selkie or something different like a wolf.

Princess Leona Kingscholar who's known for being mega lazy and a great partier with a huge alcohol tolerance. Who's never been taken seriously by her older brother of the court. Who is Hella smart but rarely shows her hand, one of those times being when she saved some random person she's too drunk to remember. Who gets a notice to return from school because she's relieved a marriage proposal. From the dragonic princess of Briar Valley (whos been stalking her since the beginning.)

If you could vote for your favorite one or ask questions in the comments or revlogs, that would be great. I can only work on so much at once and it would be helpful.

[switchbrainedholylime]

"Now you're talkin' my language! Alright!" Zomu smiled enthusiastically before stopping. How could he completely forget to ask before agreeing to head out? He was just as short-sighted as he was as a Saiyan.

"Wait, do you know how to fly? I can carry you if you don't, I don't think I have the time to train you right now. Unless you want to learn. Gohan said Videl learned in a few months, but I don't know if you're willing to be that patient." Zomu rubbed his arms and blushed from embarrassment at his own naivete.

"A powerful artifact...?" Zomu's mind immediately went to the Dragon Balls, but did these Namekians have their own set of them on this planet? He'd have to ask, but then again if the person the Dragon was asked to come back didn't want to return, it'd nullify the wish. He knew that better than anyone after doing exactly that after the Cell Games and staying dead for 7 years before being brought back by Elder Kai to fight Buu.

Other powerful artifacts included the Time Rings, but those had gone missing shortly after he was forced to switch bodies with Zamasu. Then there was the Time Machine, but that was sitting rotting somewhere in the subterranean ruins of Capsule Corp. There were potara earrings, but he couldn't think of how they could do this.

"I think there's only one way to find out how we can turn you back, and that's with the Dragon Balls. I've never wished for anyone to be dead before, but they can bring you back to life. Maybe we could start there?" Zomu scratched his head as he reached into his pocket to fish out the Dragon Radar, the sole remaining item he had from Bulma.

[pctaldrunk]

@hua-cheng-silver-wrath asked : You don’t believe in anything. / I believe in you (For X.ie L.ian from H.ua C.heng) - L.ES M.ISERABLES (ACCEPTING)

It's enough to pull him out of the JUMBLED traffic of his thoughts all spiraling into the pit of stomach at the mere idea that B.ai W.uxiang still exists in this time and space, the fear - that's what it is, even if he doesn't want to admit it - unable to be stemmed by any reasoning, only put in the back of his mind temporarily. He pulls his face from his hands as well, and looks up, half exasperated, half feeling like H.ua C.heng reached in and touched the very core of his soul - "...San Lang." It cannot be said that his voice is steady despite how soft it is. He finds himself at a loss - he doesn't know what to DO with H.ua C.heng's sincerity.

After a long moment, he sighs. "I can’t even believe in myself. San Lang…I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

[confusedgoldenflower]

SURVEY: I have about five other wips I haven't posted yet, and can’t decide which to do next.

1-- Another Calamity!Mu Qing AU. Mu Qing dies tragically just after Xianle's fall. He gets to the Kiln before Hua Cheng (yes I'm making it open more often). He and HC work things out, but when it comes to Xie Lian, he works in the shadows. But over the centuries, he develops a habit of annoying a certain southern god. His calamity name is Silver Sun Xuan Zhen. And he torments the sinful via dreams; that's also his "realm." Touching reveal.

I have about 10k words for it so far. No smut.

2-- Now, bear with me (I blame exhaustion sleepy brain for this). Xianle Quartet AU. Mpreg--non-mpreg. Xie Lian doesn't tell the Demon of Mei Niang Bridge to LiveLaughLove, and XL convinces them to let him keep Hong Hong-Er around. It's roughly ten years post his ascension, MQ, FX and HC are his officials and it's real nice. This is all thrown into a tailspin when through god-stuff and canonically being both genders (it is there), XL winds up pregnant. He gets "morning" sickness super duper bad and when he's complaining about it, Mu Qing says, "fine, I'll do it." So then Fem!MQ to be self sacrificial--I mean to save the day.

I'm doing so shit at summaries rn holy shit. 9k words thus far. No smut.

3-- Exhaustion sleepy brain: 2, Me: 0. Omegaverse--WAIT--because it'd be HILARIOUS to see them all in a tizzy because some drunk idiots thought it would be a funny idea and it spread like wildfire. Slight PQ and very jealous FX. FQ fic, as usual. No smut.

Don't ask how this became a thing, just accept it lmao. 2.2k words thus far. No smut. Non-traditional ABO.

4-- Mu Qing and Hua Cheng bro AU. Mu Qing doesn't save Hong Hong-Er from the fall, but he does in a different way and since then, the boy won't leave the stressed, working teen alone.

Very big bro MQ. 2k words thus far.

5-- Another C!MQ. God Rabies. Feng Xin kills Mu Qing. All the angsty feels from FX. He wears a cat mask. FX secretly ghost marries him but not in like a ghost-wedding way. Mostly FX point of veiw so far. Touching reveal.

4.8k words thus far. No smut.

Two Dark!Feng Xin (NOT in a non-con way) ideas. FX can't let MQ's "betrayal" go.

6- FX sabatages MQ’s goodhood to keep a torture fodder. MQ ain’t about to let him have his way. (Incorporates prompts 171. "You don't even know how lucky you are. I protect you and provide for you. Don't act so ungrateful. 170. "Do you think I like hurting you? Because I fucking love it.' 177. "I imagined my life without you and it was better. I was happier" 182. "Stick a knife in my chest, it would hurt less." 80. "i think i might be in some kind of love with you? 34. why are you so cold? 129. "This world doesn't deserve an angel like you.") Sorta leaning Wrath!MQ if not Calamity.

7- FX sees an opportunity to let MQ die during a mission and keep his hands clean and he takes it. He’s a real POS as he lets him die. MQ grows into an esp resentful ghost. FX eventually sees he was very much in the wrong and is terrified when MQ finally confronts him bc he’s an idiot and assumed after a while that MQ moved on. Sorta leaning Wrath!MQ if not Calamity.

No don’t just like this post pls I need guidance

[the-clockwork-three]

tell me about these new blorbos you have reblogged very much just now. i am somewhat interested

AAAAAA thank you anon :D this is now The TGCF Zone and none of you can escape

Quick summary: these are Xie Lian and Hua Cheng from Heaven Official's Blessing, a 800k-word-long webnovel by MXTX

OKAY SO. Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù (MXTX) is a Chinese author of webnovels. Specifically danmei or Chinese BL. She has written 3 novels, all of which have now been officially published in English, with the final volume of tgcf having come out last week. Her novels are, in order of writing: Scum Villains Self Saving System (SVSSS), Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS), and Heaven Official's Blessing (TGCF), with the latter two's acronyms coming from their original chinese titles. I really like all three of these novels, although I've been on a svsss kick recently. Also I've been a tgcf fan for about a year now, just not actively blorbo-ing.

All three novels are cultivation novels. Cultivation is this idea in Asian literature and culture that comes from Taoism and myth. Basically if you meditate and train really hard in martial arts, you will gain magic powers, and eventually you could become immortal or a god. Svsss and mdzs focus on very powerful humans, but tgcf is about gods and ghosts.

Xie Lian (the guy in white in the fanart) is the crown prince of a country called Xianle. He is a good kid, and very dedicated to trying to "save the common people". A memorable thing he did was during a parade to celebrate the gods he deviated from his fight choreography (where he was playing the emperor of the gods) to save a child falling from a building. Symbolism!!! The child "falls" for him, wink wink, and Xie Lian is not afraid to to do the right thing even if that means going against what he's supposed to do etc etc.

When he was 17 years old he became a god of martial arts. But after a tragedy befalls Xianle, he gets kicked out of heaven for handling it... Poorly. He ascends for a second time as a god of misfortune but is kicked out again within half an hour.

800 years pass and he ascends for third time, this time as a god of scraps. Unluckiest man in the world, straight-up not having fun 95% of the time, but sweet and humble because the world has repeatedly crushed him to dust but it physically Cannot Kill Him so he has to cope somehow. This is where the novel starts.

Important motif: sword in one hand, flower in the other/the flower crowned martial god. While Xie Lian is very pretty and soft, he can fuck you up. Dude is obsessed with swords.

Hua Cheng is a king of the ghosts. He's mysterious. He once beat 33 gods in duels of their choice. He wears all red. He can make it rain blood. He can summon silver "wrath" butterflies. Everyone in heaven is a little scared of him. Luckiest guy in the world (except for the whole being dead thing).

But with Xie Lian he is gentle and kind. Hes always down to hang out. He doesn't mind that Xie Lian is the bottom of the pecking order of gods, he always treats him with respect. He dresSES AS A GROOM WHEN HE GOES TO PICK UP XIE LIAN WHO IS, FOR PLOT REASONS, DRESSED AS A BRIDE.

Pretty much everything about his backstory is a spoiler, ranging from "you're supposed to figure this out about 20% of the way through the book" to "literally the big twist at the end"

Whatever could be the connection between them ;) and surely one could not describe their relationship as.... Homosexual? Look they're kissing for totally normal heterosexual reasons. Xie Lian just needed the spiritual energy.

Anyways Xie Lian may be a god of literal rubbish, but Hua Cheng is forever his most devoted follower.

I love them, even if it's Been A While since I sat down and read the source material.

Tgcf also features such memorable side characters as: two guys I fucking hate, not because they're bad people but because they're annoying and boring. Rusalka and the Shepherd Girl if they were both genderfluid and gods. Cannibal ghost you can't kill because he's your cousin. The child of the body your cannibal-ghost-cousin is possessing. Even As A God This Poor Librarian Experiences Misogyny. Quan Yizhen.

The second season of the animated show is airing right, so... I guess now is as good a time to get into tgcf as ever :)

[evcryopeneye]

Oh, she couldn’t help but smile, more at his sense of carefree adventure than anything else. To just leave and adventure sounded like such a fantastic thing, hell, Feng Wu had spent a lot of her time in the temple wonder what was beyond the city walls, she had never really expected to find out, and if she had, she might not have imagined such a violent and cruel way to be expelled but…life often took you in strange directions. 

Those dreams had become more and more vivid in the last few weeks since her near execution. She had not been expecting an invitation though. Blinking in surprise for a moment, she took a few seconds to search his face, for some kind of a lie, as if he were being simply polite and trying to appear as something…rather than it being a true offer. 

As much as she searched, she couldn’t find it. Maybe she could say yes? Tag along until they reached somewhere new and she could continue off on her own, lest she outstayed her welcome. There was a lot to consider, but not really. She had, in the back of her mind, her masters voice, how he had once told her to do what she thought was right, to follow her heart rather than what people expected of her. That she shouldn’t be anchored to other people's expectations. 

“If you are sure…” a yes, and yet travelling together felt like the safer option than going by herself. “The river is to the east, and the sea, apparently it’s very pretty.” Not that she had ever seen it, she was going off stories she’d heard as a child. “Have you ever been?”

"I will just go whooshhh!" He made a motion with his arm. "Where the wind takes me. I am free and alone. As you say open land may offer many paths. Many adventures and unexpected meetings. Maybe I get to see some of the old faces" A wishful thinking for someone who is now bound to the mortal realm. The battle was won they were free to go home, but not Shi Qingxuan, he fell. He was never even meant to ascend. He took fate and the life of another man. Just thinking about it made him drink another gulp of wine.

Their home called for them as they left humans- happy that all was over free wind in their hair and forest was all they need as he looked at....at his former companion who proved to be his enemy. A snake in his bosom or was he a snake that took what was not his. After the fall he lived as beggar with beggars till Xie Lian came again.

Life felt good again, but he decided to stay in the mortal realm. He had to leave the newly made Heavenly capital. Just to walk and walk thinking. It was summer again humans were free happy healthy at peace. Yet something was missing something was haunting Shi Qingxuan for days. This strange feeling. Was he weak to feel this way?

He loves this small fountain that humans made. A few lilies were growing in the fountain, in water flowers were bobbing in it floating. Thereby the fountain was someone playing violing stringing cords, each string crying out its lovely melody. The boy played it just for himself. He was so into playing and all Shi Qingxuan could feel is this tightening feeling in his chest as if someone was gripping his heart. As if he was reliving the last painful memory from Heaven. Like he was playing over Shi Qingxuan's own heart.

Then he met this woman that offered him a drink a harsh yet comforting words.

"Explore? I see. I? What shall I do? Probably take my leave I lingered here for too long. Maybe I shall take the road to the east and see where the wind blows my leaves. I would not mind company Feng Wu"

[yinjiyang]

The Echoes of Ghosts

[ rest ] sender sits next to receiver and rests their head on receiver's shoulder -- @hua-cheng-silver-wrath -- Prompts for Touch-starved Muses {Accepting}

The daoshi sat quietly studying some texts when he felt a bit of weight on his shoulder. At first, he only lowered the scroll and stared ahead at nothing in particular, perhaps a bit surprised--not startled, just surprised--that someone was touching him, let alone resting against him. However, he did not move nor push away the Ghost King; oh no, he knew Hua Cheng must have a reason or a need for the contact and far be it from Yin Jiyang to deny him any sense of comfort. Besides...the daoshi somewhat enjoyed the closeness; it was rare for anyone to find cold shadows comforting. Instead, a shadow of a smile traced his lips as he returned to his reading.

[farleymoon]