#huisa

[twisting-echo]

Ooooh my gosh! This! I can see this ship actually working! Is it because they both carry the weight of others' expectations and battle with feelings of worthlessness, pressure to be perfect, and a desire for acceptance?! Luisa could certainly reform him in a multi-chapter redemption fic that I'm already plotting at this very second!

Also, Hans with a beard is just... 😩👌

A couple Hans x Luisa edits

[affixjoy]

Time for another book rec! Apparently what I needed to get out of my reading slump was some @ariaste books because damn I really flew through this one!

Running Close To The Wind is perfect for fans of Our Flag Means Death and Terry Pratchett. The main character, Avra, feels like a mash up of Nobby Nobbs from Discworld and Nie Huisaing from The Untamed and I LOVE HIM! He’s funny and sweet and a little pathetic, I just want to pick him up by the scruff of his neck and shake him around for a while.

Anyway go read this, it’s funny and fantastic and I think many of you I’ve chatted with here would adore it as much as I did!

[ruwolf]

Hugo de Jonge bemoeide zich met rechtszaak tegen coronakritische huisarts - NieuwRechts.nl

[atletasudando]

Perú prepara los eventos internacionales

Fuente: Revista AtletismoPeruano Este fin de semana nuestro país, Lima sede de dos eventos sudamericanos. Se trata del   Grand Prix Sudamericano Pedro Gálvez Velarde, programada para este viernes 8 de septiembre a las 17:000 horas. Y el domingo 10, se realizará el Grand Prix Sudamericano Santa Inés Melchor Huisa, desde las 8 de la mañana. La sede de las competencias sudamericanas será el Estadio Atlético de la Villa Deportiva Nacional, con la organización de la Federación Deportiva Peruana de Atletismo. Una semana más tarde se disputará el primer Iberoamericano para la categoría u18. Read the full article

[jayhobby]

Switch Huisa 💜

[wollfling]

My switch bjd order has said "before shipping" for like a month I'm so excited but when will they actually ship it though !! 😭😭😭 I just want to hold the little head in my hands.. im thinking of getting it a resinsoul body (70 cm but not the yi body lmao) I'm not quite sure how it'll look though since the original switch body is kinda thick it seems? 🤔 has anyone hybrid a switch head before? :o lemme know !! But anyways. I am so excited. I keep looking at my dolls on my shelf and I want to do things with them I've neglected them a little bit ;_;..

[kidbjd]

ur local heartbreaker and fav bf

[fleurfolk-bjd]

08.20.2018

Sasha may look evil and scary sometimes but she’s actually the sweetest girl. Always there for her friends in their time of need and making them laugh with her stories and antics (´∀｀) 

[real-bjd-recast-community]

Someone mentioned Steven Luo recast have their dolls mixed up. Their Yiho sculpt is actually Shiho. And the same with Uhui R, it's actually Huisa. Can anything be done about this? I want to buy my first doll from them but now I'm really unsure. :(

Hello anon, this confusions can be set out by Skype mostly, so it’s fast, instant, and please use this guide to communicate better when it comes to chinese. http://bjdrecastpositive.tumblr.com/post/120554719622/diario-secreto-bjd-how-to-order-a-recast-from

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[littlemdzsdump]

talent show

tiny high school xicheng is my fix

~

The mic screeches a lot if anyone even breathes at it the wrong way. So Jiang Cheng is not quite keen on using it in the next 15 minutes. 

But he doesn’t really have much of a choice now, does he? 

Their school talent had just had that to work with, since their investments usually went to sports. With their decade-long streak of first place at statewide and national competitions, of course Sector High would channel all of their funding into the biggest and best sports facilities for their students. It left mildly amaetur musicians like Jiang Cheng (and wildly expressive theater kids like his brother) reeling while struggling to find a small corner of self expression.

It had always been the biggest and baddest sports kids. The football team was obviously the kings dining at this high school table, followed closed by the lacrosse kids. Soccer was there as well, because they’ve been the most resilient team since their start, keeping the school victorious unbeatable title safe. Then the rest of the high school food chain was followed by other mildly impressive clubs like the A.I. STEM Committee and Model U.N. 

In a student population of over 9,000, you could count the musicians and artists on two hands. 

Okay that could be a slight overkill. Maybe Jiang Cheng was exaggerating. Maybe he wasn’t popular enough to know that many people who played the guitar or sang harmonies. But it doesn’t change the fact that the arts field was being bullied out of their school system.

What was more was the grand gestures. Girls and boys alike, swooned at the idea of a hubby running to them after a goal on whatever sort of field. Or wearing a large sweaty jersey and painting their faces colors of blue and yellow or whatever they were now (the student reps liked to change that around often). Jiang Cheng never looked good in any of the colors and the noise of the cheers and hoots of field games were alway too loud.

Jiang Cheng preferred the quiet ambiance of their single arts classroom. It was at the end of the third floor, with a window that looked out to the green lush surrounding their school instead of the two large football fields. 

It was a nice change.

Jiang Cheng preferred the solitude of still and quietness with his soft voice humming to the strums of a guitar. He preferred hearing his timbre echo in the space of drawings and empty tables. Which is why it’s kind of weird that he was standing behind a dark curtain now, clutching his acoustic guitar tightly in his hands.

Well despite the crappy microphone he’s using in the school auditorium tonight, he had something to prove. 

Busy reassuring himself, Jiang Cheng almost misses his cue to go on stage. He’d completely blanked out when they began introducing him. If it weren’t for his brother giving him a hard push behind the curtain, he wouldn’t have made it out on time. 

But he also wouldn’t have stumbled onto the stage if Wei Ying just nudged him.

Snickers ripple through the audience as Jiang Cheng walks up to the microphone. When he gets in front of the mic stand, he begins to put his guitar strap on. Maybe he didn’t see the distance between the guitar and the stand well, for the head of his instrument hits a bit against the mic.

Obviously the mic howls its feedback.

Those near the front of the stage groan immediately, some people throwing their hands over their ears. 

Jiang Cheng winces, but immediately regains himself, clutching onto the mic and pushing is deeper into the mic stand. He doesn’t know what that’s supposed to do but it works to silence the feedback. Disgruntled noises and hisses of annoyance ripple over the high school audience. It does little to calm his already shaky nerves.

Luckily there weren’t too many people at the talent show tonight; but it was still a bigger crowd than he had ever performed to. Jiang Cheng clears his throat as softly as he can, careful not to breathe too hard onto the mic and stares out at the people before him.

He can’t make out any faces in the blob of the audience in front of him. The stage lights shine too brightly. Jiang Cheng just hopes in his heart that the right person is there to hear him.

Someone boos in the back, but they’re quickly hushed by snickers and laughing.

Jiang Cheng uses that as a cue to start singing.

He’s never believed that he’s had a particularly loud voice. It’s not something dramatic and deep like Wei Ying, whenever he recites the main lead lines. But it’s also not soft like their friend Nie Huisaing when he hums to himself in the soundbooth. 

Jiang Cheng’s voice carries where it needs to. It accompanies the chords of his guitar like hands would when they’re intertwined. Jiang Cheng never was immersed in the arts like Wei Ying or even as much as his sister was. All he’d ever picked up from the various instruments his parents made him play was the piano and even then it wasn’t enjoyable. He’d picked up the guitar at a random garage sale and has been teaching himself ever since. 

Jiang Cheng was by no means professional or talented, but he loved what he sang.

Jiang Cheng lets his voice swell with the bridge of the song, changing the key as he sings the final refrain.

 It’s a stupid love song that he’ll never admit to writing. But he’s never going to be embarrassed about singing it out loud. Because every single word that he sings, he means.

Jiang Cheng lets his voice carry out the last notes of his song, a confession in actual honesty. When his breath catches onto the microphone, it (blessedly) does not howl with feedback.

There is a pin drop silence after his performance. 

It feels like the longest pause in his life and Jiang Cheng’s hand feels clammy from where it’s still wrapped around the neck of the guitar. But the silence doesn’t last.

Suddenly the audience breaks out in hoots and hollers above the applause that rains down on him. Jiang Cheng still can’t see anyone clearly with how bright the stage lights shine. But he sends an awkward wave back and exits the stage. He steps towards the side stage, taking off his guitar as he walks behind the curtain. 

The applause is still loud behind him and for a moment Jiang Cheng is scared to leave backstage. A few people clap congratulatory hands on his back and arm and all Jiang Cheng can do is nod a small thanks back. His feet halt their steps down the steps that would lead to the audience. 

He doesn’t know the answer that would await him if he dared to step out and face it.

So he doesn’t.

~

Jiang Cheng sits behind the curtain for the duration and all the way to the end of the show. His performance leaves no aftertaste in many people’s minds, disappearing after a few short minutes.

Jiang Cheng wonders if he would even remember what he sang.

He’s too busy being lost in his thoughts to notice that the talent show has long ended. He’s only startled back to reality when the main lights of the back stage darken. Jiang Cheng’s breath hitches in surprise. Quickly picking up his guitar, he gets up and leaves the dark backstage. Just as he’s about to get to the stage door, he hears the resounding lock from the outside.

Great, Jiang Cheng thinks and quickly backtracks back to the stage to leave from there. 

Jiang Cheng puts the guitar strap on, going back up to the stage.

The stage lights are duller now then when he was on stage. So it takes a minute for him to realize that someone is sitting in the first row near the stage.

Specifically, he notices this when he’s halfway off the stage, almost dangling off the stage.

“Ah. Xicheng-ge” Jiang Cheng splutters. Jiang Cheng jumps the rest of the way down. He almost (very nearly) breaks his ankle when he lands, but he regains his balance in the nick of time. 

Lan Xichen, soccer captain, stands up immediately, not even letting Jiang Cheng walk halfway to him. 

“Xichen-ge,” Jiang Cheng repeats again when the senior is close to him again. Lan Xichen simply stares at him, a soft look on his face. Jiang Cheng doesn’t really see that, just hears the deafening silence between them.

“I...I sang it. Because I just...wanted to share it with you…” Jiang Cheng explains awkwardly. He plays with the guitar strap on the front of his chest, staring down at the centimeters between their shoes. 

Jiang Cheng doesn’t dare to look up, anticipating the blunt rejection (or the nicely wrapped one because it’s Lan Xichen, but a rejection nonetheless) and willing himself to receive it when a gentle hand tilts his face up to meet Lan Xichen’s eyes.

The softest kiss lands on his lips. It lasts just a few seconds. But it is enough to make Jiang Cheng understand.

“Play it again,” Lan XIchen urges, finger flicking Jiang Cheng’s chin lightly.

The younger student smiles, easily complying.

[tiny-pastel-unicorn]

Unfortunately I’ve been sick recently, so I’ve been confined to our laptop for the most part and it’s cruddy old version of photoshop. I’ve been trying to make it work, though  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pretty quick piece, about 4 - 6 hours or so. Reference is a Switch Huisa (BJD).

This is my newest OC, Ruby X. Quebbe~

[dayexpeditions]

🗓 25 de Septiembre nos fuimos al Valle Sur con la familia Qesñay huisa donde disfrutaron de lindos paísajes Y de las zonas arqueológicas No se olviden de ver nuestras stories de IG para enterarte de nuestras promociones 🤩 #perou #vallesur #cuscoperu #tipon #capillasixtina #cuscomagico #dayexpeditionscusco (en Tipon - Cusco) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUQgLywpK4U/?utm_medium=tumblr

[sexynatacha]

Il est rentré chez lui et s’est enfui avec un amant à Redtube

https://just-porno.com/?p=28954&utm_source=SocialAutoPoster&utm_medium=Social&utm_campaign=Tumblr Il est rentré chez lui et s’est enfui avec un amant à Redtube - https://just-porno.com/?p=28954&utm_source=SocialAutoPoster&utm_medium=Social&utm_campaign=Tumblr Anna Polina Ava Addams Redtube Cette chapina cherchait un bain total, car bientôt elle allait voir son petit ami et elle devait être assez prête pour être savourée par son amant à Redtube qui ne cherchait que du sexe au plus haut niveau ; c’est une chienne de polenta et une Huisa qui fait des affaires de couple à ses maris en visite, il n’y a rien d’autre à faire pour la voir et se sentir totalement satisfaite de ce cul.

[wangxian8317]

May I add the smile when wwx threatens to plant sizhui in the pit, when they have a duo in the inn after meeting huisaing, when they meet after years and lwj has his hair down.

(I am not good at GIFs or I would have given the proof as well)

you know what else I love about lan zhan's microexpressions in cql (ty yibo). It's that just like how only people who know him well/ are able to read him are able to see them because they're so subtle.

Just like how only lan xichen is able to read his brother at the start and then once wei wuxian gets to know him better he's able to read him and it's the same with the fandom watching the show or well atleast for me. Cause you can see the sorta bigger smiles (like the lantern scene) here

But the smirk when wei wuxian throws a loquat at him

or the subtle smile when wei wuxian climbs on his roof,

or even his amused look when wei wuxian is arguing with the guy who was made badly drawn sketches of yilling laozu.

It's just you dont see those unless you're paying close attention or know how to read him. It's just too cool to me.

[jayhobby]

Not bad ☺️

[wollfling]

Rambling; doll talking and generic nonsense

The doll head I had ordered for my oc teo, sw/itch's sculpt sehan, is supposed to be delivered by December! My order hasn't updated yet so I went on the sw/itch tag on insta to see if anyone received theirs yet.. and seen someone was selling the huisa sculpt, one I've been searching to get for mitya !!! So now I have him on his way too !!!

The sculpt I'm getting for teo on the left and mityas on the right! Their noses are near perfect I think ;^; with some contouring I hope to fit the faces even better ! I'm really looking forward to doing their faceups, and I'm going to save up to order some alpaca fiber to make their wigs!

I went to pull up their actual faces in similar angles ! yes I think they'll be perfect ;_; it almost looks as if I had referenced the doll in that mitya drawing which makes me so much more excited to see it in person!! ah they'll be without bodies proooobably for a long time... unless I sell somebody 🤔... but im excited also to sew a tiny corset binder for mitya.. I may have to make their eyes as well but I hate making those but also 😭 I want slightly slit/pointy pupils for teos in reference to his original snake design.

I'm clinging onto this project a little bit honestly, it's something I have to look forward to so I'll probably keep talking about it. Tbh im not actually doing well, and I've been inactive and really out of touch with everyone. I feel very sorry for it. But every day I'm doing my best with what I have. Please don't take my slow replies personally ! I don't mean to write this in a woe is me type way lol more like, a statement that I'm not doing well but I'm trying to take care of myself, so I just need time and I don't want anyone to feel like my quietness is a sign of anything but that. But anyways.

Slowly getting through drawings which is something. Animal crossing update came out. The temperature is low enough to wear a wool coat !