#jinhai huang

[cardiacs-deactivated]

Non canon, but well deserved beach episode

[mingjue]

how to confess ur love by wu jinhai.

[fleursrising]

one elemental so powerful he can drown the vastest lands, and another that can pull land from the deepest seas

n yet it’s just wasted on fighting each other with their fists  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

jinhai// left belongs to @gross-rising

[cherrywoes]

ii. come with me, destroy the masses.

tw (general): graphic descriptions of blood, gore, sexual content, violence, homicide, physical torture, psychological torture, rape, dubcon, drugs, overdosing, suicide, cannibalism (brief desc/mention), knife play, wax play, dacryphilia, sadism, masochism, bdsm, corsetry, human trafficking, drug trafficking, oral fixation, thigh kink, stocking fetish, food play (and more to be named.) tw (this chapter): stabbing with knitting needles, mention of oral sex, mentions of displaying heads upon mantles, blood, gore, etc.

“MAMA, YOU LOOK like you were drowned in a river and left to dry out in the sun,” were the first words that Akamine Jun’ichi said to you when you exited the prison facility with a grace only you could have afforded. He was dressed to impress in a two piece suit, the back panels hanging a few inches lower than normal and fluttering in the slight breeze. His hair, dyed to such a blue fluorescence that it was almost too bright, had been grown long, longer than you had seen him last, and now framed his face in feathery layers with the rest tied to the top of his head in a messy knot that was almost stylish. The hair pin he’d shoved through it was just a little bit too ostentatious, but he wouldn’t be Jun’ichi if he wasn’t the least bit over extravagant. You observed him with an amused half-smile upon your lips, eyes darting down to the gold rimming the seams of his expensive dress shoes and the gold plated spikes embedded in the back heel. “Ah, or should I have said your beauty has not faded a day since you went in?”

“Oh, you know I hate dishonesty,” you tutted, reaching up and patting his cheek condescendingly. He leaned into it slightly and you smiled knowingly, withdrawing your hand before a crimson blush could make its way up his cheeks and fluster him. Where Nao was like your child, Jun’ichi was your doting husband, always quick to defend you and flourish at your side—you could always count on him to have your best interests at heart. While easily flustered by any smidgen of affection you gave him, he was quick to recover, clearing his throat and giving your mundane sweatpants and shirt a cursory once over. You sighed and lamented,”They burned my clothes when they were done using them as evidence. That was an expensive pair of Louboutins I lost; I’d rather like another pair of them.”

“As you wish.” Jun’ichi bowed slightly at the waist, almost mockingly, but you adored him for his candor. He plucked a new cell phone from his coat pocket and handed it to you with a flourish. When you raised a fairly bushy and unplucked eyebrow, he said, carefully,“Your last phone was… a bit outdated, [Name]-sama.”

You scowled at the dark screen of the Samsung. Technology had advanced while you were rotting away in a cell block, that was for certain. A quick press of a short button on the side sent you to a home screen; from there it was easy enough to figure it out, though you didn’t like change. You much preferred your flip phones and old burners compared to the pricey piece of technology in your hand; it was fragile and felt like it could break easily. You examined the lavender casing on the back and the three cameras in the top left corner, eyes narrowing in displeasure.

“Fine.” Tucking it away into the waistband of your pants, as there were no pockets to be had, you fixed him with an irritated stare. “But we need to make several stops before I’ll feel like myself again. You haven’t emptied the coffers while I was away, have you?”

Jun’ichi laughed lightly. “No, I merely filled them. You may take a look at your account on your phone if you like.”

When you glowered at him at the mention of the phone, he looked away.

“Perhaps not,” he mumbled, as an afterthought. In an effort to draw your attention away from the shiny new toy he had bought you, he said,”So, to the salon? Your hair looks very unhealthy.”

“No, the seamstress.” You reached up and plucked the collar of your cotton and polyester t-shirt with a grimace. It was cheaply made and something you wouldn’t have been caught dead in if you had a choice; you much preferred silks and pure cotton and the comfort of a nicely pressed pantsuit or jumpsuit. “Mixed fabrics make me itch.”

“Of course.” He gestured for a car idling at the curb of the police station. You watched the sleek black Lincoln pull out and begin to drive towards you, your eyes flicking over the shiny new finish and the dealership plates still screwed into the front plate. The driver was unrecognizable to you, with his hair buzzed short and a plain black suit to match his unassuming appearance. He wore sunglasses as well and you attempted to peer past them, but found it worthless to do so. You trusted Jun’ichi to vet the staff properly, and if he didn’t, you would have his head—whether it was between your legs or on your mantle was his decision to make. He was lovely at apologies, but you weren’t in the mood to deal with another betrayal—Nao’s already stung quite considerably and your temper would flare if you had another. You hoped his teeth were sitting on your desk, waiting for you to admire them: the gold caps had been quite nice and you were debating having the diamonds embedded in a dog collar so you could leash it around his throat and walk him around in public and within your manor just to humiliate him a little more. He hadn’t cried when you had pulled out his teeth, but maybe he would at the thought of public humiliation. He always was sensitive to his image.

Your parents would be so disappointed that you forewent the traditional Yakuza punishments. It was a pity they were too dead to see the empire you had built from their ashes.

“Did Nao return to the manor?” You inquired as Jun’ichi opened the door for you politely. He hummed in an indication for you to elaborate, hand pausing on the door and the other held aloft to help you into the cabin. “Did he put his teeth on my desk like I asked him to?”

“Ah.” Your advisor grimaced, as if imagining the pain his subordinate had gone through himself. He was always the sympathetic one, even if you forbid him from doing anything to help the people you punished. “Yes, he did. By the cup of red pens, I believe.”

With a curt nod of satisfaction, you stepped into the cabin and allowed the door to shut behind you. It was a luxurious car, of that you were certain, the leather soft and buttery and surprisingly real. Faux leather was disappointingly common in most cars you had purchased, even from luxury dealers like Mercedes and Lamborghini. You ran a finger down the seam of stitching on a corner, watching the flesh of your thumb catch on them as you went. You ignored the bustling city in favor of examining the car, uninterested in the changes that had occurred in the time you had been incarcerated. You were eager to return to your throne and get back to work; after all, no one ran the underworld quite as well as you did. You trusted Jun’Ichi to keep things stable, but he was soft and malleable, a trait you should have beaten out of him years ago; but you had needed that softness during that time in your life, and while it wasn’t a regret, it was a mistake you acknowledged with your heart.

You pulled your new phone out of your waistband with a tired sigh. You felt you could do with a few hours of sleep in a proper bed with satin sheets and a weighted duvet, but there was work to be done that couldn’t wait a second longer. Ten years was too long to be out of the game. You had meddled in affairs, of course, but you had never been able to get to the full extent of your former power while you were trapped in that prison. Now that you were free, there would be several people who would pay dearly for what they had done to you—but first, you had to lay low. Your release had been a secret thanks to hush money paid to several media outlets and cops, of which you had no doubt paid a small fortune for. You didn’t want rats scattering back into their hidey holes and popping back out to be menaces when you least expected it.

Before you could explore the features of your sparkling new touch screen phone, a call came through. The contact icon was blank and only displayed a gradient of color, but you recognized the number typed into the contact name well enough.

“Swipe right to answer it,” Jun’ichi offered helpfully.

You frowned and did as he said, holding the phone up to your ear and hoping you didn’t accidentally press something wrong. You were rewarded with an excited yell on the other line.

“Lǎo bǎn niáng!” You pressed your lips together at the term but did nothing to correct it. “You’re out of prison! I was wondering when you would finally get out; I’ve missed you over the years.”

You could practically hear the pout in Huang Jinhai’s voice when he spoke. The man was over fifty years old, yet he still acted as if he was a sulky teenager, which wasn’t much of a change since the last time you had spoken to him. The prison didn’t allow you to collect calls from China, citing you were a ‘risk’, so you never spoke to him as often as you got to with your own syndicate, which wasn’t often at all. “Shū fù, you know as well as I do that they would never allow me to call you. It is nice to hear your voice, though.”

Jun’ichi caught your eye in the rearview mirror. You scowled at him and jerked your head to indicate he should look forward and away from you.

“Ah, I can hear the lie in your voice even over the phone.” You repressed a sigh at the sniffle you heard over the line, turning your head and knocking it against the window. “But that’s an issue for another day. I had a gift sent to your manor house when your lieutenant told me you would be released—I think you’ll love it when you see it.”

A flash of color caught your eye. You turned to look out the window, holding the phone slightly askew from your face. “You know I don’t like surprises.”

“But you’ll like this one, I think.” He laughed. “Knowing how you are, you’re eager to get back to work, so I’ll let you go.”

You hung up before he could take you on another tangent. While you loved your uncle, he could be a bit much, even for you at times. The fact that he had somehow gotten a ‘surprise’ into your manor was interesting, however; his last surprise had been a very crude rendition of a Jackson Pollock painting, however it had been all over your bedroom and in blood and various entrails you weren’t keen on identifying at the time. He was never one to do things in halves, your uncle, so whatever surprise he had gotten you was doubtless something to be wary of.

By the time you had thought through all of the possible things he could have done to your home, you had arrived at the seamstress’ home. It was a small thing nestled between family owned bars and shops catered to foreigners, and in a shady enough area as well. There were thugs crawling around every corner, some from syndicates you knew and some that you did not—several hosted fairly visible tattoos of panthers on their arms, exposed by short sleeved shirts and wife beaters that looked to have seen better days. While they weren’t clean, per se, they appeared well taken care of and the stains on their shirts were old blood or sake stains. Their shoes denoted a fairly well off syndicate as well, cleaner and fancier than their clothes; their jewelry as well, the same panther motif hanging from gold or silver chains or even studs in their ears.

“I see you’ve let interlopers into our midst,” you noted quietly. Your fingers began tapping a rhythm on the window button, counting each panther you saw on the street. You could see Jun’ichi stiffen in the front seat, leather creaking under the sudden shift in weight. The driver paid no mind to it and waited for you to either step out of the car or deal with Jun’ichi while he still sat in the front seat, in the perfect position for you to rip the drawstring from your pants and slide it around his throat and choke him with it. Sliding your fingers off of the button and to your phone, you idly checked the time and glanced at the driver, still silent. “Your failure will not go unpunished. For now, I think, I don’t want to keep the seamstress waiting.”

You leaned forward and snatched the sunglasses off of the driver’s face. You saw his eyelashes flutter in surprise as you were setting them upon your own nose, hooking them behind your ears. When you were satisfied with how you appeared, you stepped out of the car. You didn’t wait for Jun’ichi to follow you; you didn’t trust yourself not to force him to his knees and beat him with his own belt buckle for his indiscretion. There were too many panthers roaming the streets for your taste; they likely reported to someone within the area and your low profile would be blown far too soon.

The inside of the seamstress’ home was quaint and humble. Littered with silks and numerous fabrics, it was a mess of chaotic order, and there were several needles within grabbing distance with enough length to puncture through someone’s eye and into their skull. You picked one up as Jun’ichi squeezed through the door behind you, pressing the sharp tip to your finger and watching a bead of blood well up from the slightest pressure. Other than Jun’ichi’s breathing and your contemplative hum, the house was quiet besides the settling of the wooden support beams and rustling of fabric from somewhere deeper within.

“So the Monster of Tokyo returns,” a wizened, cracked voice sussured. Nestled in the darkest of corners and between large bolts of fabric, Fushimi Chinatsu looked up from her complex knitting pattern with a smile and the corners of her eyes crinkling. Her needles snapped together with a metallic clack, the yarn discarded into a small basket hidden near her feet. She stood slowly, the sound of her bones protesting the only other audible noise in the room, her spine bowed and her neck hunched. She wore a humble outfit of a skirt and a modern graphic t-shirt that was slightly too-large to accommodate the scoliosis in her spine, looking entirely out of place among the yards of silk and lace. Other than her dark, beady eyes and silver hair, Chinatsu was every bit the grizzled ex-Oyabun that you recalled her being. As she drew closer into the light of the windows facing the road, a tattoo of a spiraling dragon and white koi came into view, once hidden by the shadows. “I wondered when you would finally one-up those dicks playing law and order.”

“Fushimi-sama,” you greeted her cordially, the smallest of smiles on your face. “It’s good to see you.”

She laughed, an inhuman cackle that had the hairs on your arms and neck standing on end. “And it’s good to see I can still tell when you’re lying. Don’t worry, [Name]-chan, your secret is safe with me—I have a few more years in me before I hit the grave.”

“I’m surprised you’re still alive.” Slowly, you put the large needle back where it had been laying. Chinatsu watched your movements like a hawk, dark gaze following your hand as it moved away from the needles to pluck at samples of fabric lying beside it. “I would have thought you’d be dead by the time I got out.”

“By natural causes or by my brother-in-law?” She remarked snidely. When you gave her a loose shrug and a quick raise of your eyebrows, she snorted. “Either is likely at this point. But I don’t think you’re here to discuss my death, Akamine-sama, unless I’ve done something to slight you in the past?”

“No, you’re right.” You examined a sample embroidered with cranes and white lotuses; for a kimono, most likely, with the quality of the fabric. “I’m here for new suits. In the same style as usual, of course, and with payment in full.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Chinatsu was deceptively calm as she lifted a spool of crimson red thread and an equally as livid vermillion silk to compare, holding them up for your inspection. You didn’t miss the slight tremble of her hands as she did so. “I believe a red suit would be in style, no?”

“That would be perfect.” You picked the needle back up and twirled it across your knuckles and between your fingers. “But first, I need to take care of some business. You’ll understand, won’t you?”

You reached back and yanked Jun’ichi forward by his tie. Not expecting the sudden show of force, he fell to his knees, the wood groaning under his weight and the sudden movement. You barely detected the splintering of a singular board beneath his knee. His eyes went wide as you grasped his hands and placed them together in a mockery of prayer.

“Akamine-sama…” Chinatsu tutted. “Prison seems not to have blunted your blade.”

The needle punctured through Jun’ichi’s palms with one quick, precise thrust. There was a momentary pop as it broke through a joint and ligament in his palm. He didn’t scream—your men never screamed—but he did let out a strangled breath at the needle jutting out of his hands, pinning his palms together in front of his face. You had avoided anything purposefully crippling, but blood streamed down his wrists and disappeared into his suit sleeves regardless.

After a moment of consideration, you patted his cheek mockingly and turned your back on him. Then, you turned and pointed to the steadily growing puddle of blood between his knees and underneath his hands, giving Chinatsu an inquiring look.

“Can I get that shade of red?”

i. i wish i could say i'm sorry. | masterlist. | iii. speak my name, tremble with fear.

taglist (open):

[goldencored]

NPCs that may show up in threads/asks/metas/etc:

Madam Zhao ( Zhao Jiaying ): Madam of the Gilded Wings brothel OC.

Huang Zhiwei: A courtesan of Gilded Wings. Actually the ghost of a courtesan that died of a broken heart. OC

Lin Wanyu: A fiery little foxy spirit that is a courtesan at Gilded Wings. OC

Rui Song: a butler of the Mo Family that Xuanyu makes Head Butler when he takes over Mo Manor. OC

Madam Cui ( Cui Jiayu ): Madam of the Peony Pavilion run by the Scorpions. OC

Du Huiting: A courtesan of Peony Pavilion. OC

Du Pusa: An assassin of the Scorpions. Xie Wang’s right hand. CC.

Ouyang Ningying: Wen Zhiruo’s daughter. OC

Nie Baihan: Possible love interest for Mo Xuanyu. OC

Nie Jinhai: Best friend of Jiang Meihua, boy crazy. OC

Yan Taowei: Immortal master of the Qiuyue Sect, Daiyu’s shizun. OC

Xue Qinglong: Head Disciple of the Qiuyue Sect. OC

Ping Na: Head Disciple of An Ding Peak. OC

Su Tai: a young demon underling of Shang Qinghua that acts as a messenger. OC

[writinggeisha]

Aiguo                   love country; patriotic

An                        peace

Angúo                  protect the country

Bai                       white

Bingwen              bright and cultivated

Bo                        waves

Bohai                   elder brother sea

Bojing                  win admiration

Bolin                    elder brother rain

Boqin                   win respect

Changpu              forever simple

Chanming            forever bright

Chao                    surpassing

Chaoxiang            expecting fortune

Chen                    vast or great

Cheng                  accomplished

Chenglei               become great

Cheung                good luck

Chi                       the younger generation

Chongan              second brother peace

Chongkun            second brother Kunlun mountain

Chonglin              second brother unicorn

Chuanli                transmitting propriety

Chung                  intelligent

Délì                      virtuous

Déshì                    a man of virtue

Déwei                  highly virtuous

Da                        attainment

Dai                       martial arts sword technique

Delun                   virtuous order

Deming                virtue bright

Dingbang             protect the country

Dingxiang            stability and fortune

Dong                    east; winter

Donghai               eastern sea

Duyi                     independent wholeness

Enlai                     favor coming

Fa                         setting off

Fai                        growth; beginning of fly

Fang                     honest and upright

Feng                     sharp blade; wind

Fengge                 phoenix pavilion

Fu                         wealthy

Fuhua                   fortune flourishing

Gan                      dare; adventure

Gang                    strength

Geming                revolution

Gen                      root

Genghis                just, righteous; true

Guang                  light

Guangli                making propriety bright

Gui                       honored; noble

Guiren                  valuing benevolence

Guoliang              may the country be kind

Guotin                  polite, firm; strong leader

Guowei                state preserving

Guozhi                 the state is ordered

Hai                       sea

He                        Yellow river

Heng                    eternal

Ho                        for the good

Hong                    great; wild swan

Honghui               great splendor

Hongqi                 red flag

Hop                      agreeable

Huan                    happiness

Huang Fu             rich future

Hui                       splendor

Hulin                    people of the Marrim city clan

Hung                    flood; great

Huojin                  fire metal

Jaw-long              like a dragon

Jian                       healthy

Jiang                     Yangtze river

Jianguo                 building the country

Jianjun                  building the army

Jianyu                   building the universe

Jin                        gold

Jing                      capital city

Jingguo                administering the state

Jinhai                    golden sea

Jinjing                  gold mirror

Jun                       truth

Junjie                    handsome and outstanding

Kang                    well-being

Keung                  universe

Kong                    glorious, sky

Lì                         strength

Lei                        thunder

Li                         upright

Liang                    bright

Liang                    good, excellent

Liko                     protected by Buddha

Ling                     compassion or understanding

Liu                       flowing

Liwei                    profit and greatness

Lok                      happiness

Longwei               dragon greatness

Manchu                pure

Ming-húa             brilliant, elite

Mingli                  bright propriety

Ming-tun              intelligent; heavy

Minsheng             voice of the people

Minzhe                 sensitive and wise

Nianzu                 thinking of ancestors

On                        peace

Park                      the cypress tree

Peng                     Roc - the bird of legend

Pengfei                 flight of the roc

Ping                      stable

Qi                         enlightenment; wondrous

Qianfan                thousand sails

Qiang                   strong

Qingshan              celebrating goodness

Qingsheng            celebrating birth

Qiquiang              enlightenment and strength

Qiu                       autumn

Quan                    fresh water spring

Quon                    bright

Renshu                 benevolent forbearance

Rong                    martial

Ru                        scholar

Shàoqiáng            strong and profound

Shìlín                    intellectual

Shan                     mountain

Shanyuan             mountain source

Shen                     cautious; deep

Shen                     spirit; deep thought

Shi                        front horizontal bar on carriage or cart

Shing                    victory

Shining                 world at peace

Shirong                scholarly honor

Shoi-ming            life of sunshine

Shoushan             longevity mountain

Shunyuan             follow to the source

Shu-sai-chong      happy all his life long

Siyu                      thinking of the world

Sueh-yén              continuity; harmonious

Sying                    star

Tao                       great waves

Tengfei                 soaring high

Tingzhe                may the court be wise

Tsun-chùng          middle village

Tung                     all, universal

Wang                   hope, wish

Wei                      greatness; impressive might

Weimin                bring greatness to the people

Weisheng             greatness is born

Weiyuan               preserving depth

Weizhe                 great sage

Wencheng            refinement accomplished

Wenyan                refined and virtuous

Wing                    glory

Wuzhou               five continents 

Xiang                   circling in air like a bird

Xianliang             worthy brightness

Xiaobo                 little wrestler

Xiaodan               little dawn

Xiaojian               little healthy

Xiaosi                   filial thoughts

Xiaowen              filial, civil

Xiasheng              little birth

Xin                       new

Xing                     arising

Xiu                       cultivated

Xue                      studious

Xueqin                 snow-white celery

Xueyou                studious and friendly

Yang                    model; pattern

Yanlin                  swallow forest; Beijing forest

Yaochuan             honoring the river

Yaoting                honoring the courtyard

Yaozu                  honoring the ancestors

Ye                        bright

Yi                         firm and resolute

Yingjie                 brave and heroic

Yingpei                should admire

Yong                    brave

Yongliang            forever bright

Yongnian             eternal years

Yongrui                forever lucky

Yongzheng          forever upright

You                      friend

Yuanjun               master of the Yuan river

Yunxu                  cloudy emptiness

Yusheng               jade birth

Zedong                east of the marsh

Zemin                   favor to the people

Zenguang             increasing brightness

Zhìxin                  a man of ambition

Zhìyuan                ambition

Zhen                     greatly astonished; shake

Zhengzhong         upright and loyal

Zhensheng           may the government rise

Zhihuán                ambitious

Zhiqiang               the will is strong

Zhong                  loyal; steadfast

Zian                      self peace

Zihao                    son heroic

Zixin                    self confidence

[theguideforwriters]

90+ MASCULINE CHINESE NAMES

Under the cut, are 96 masculine names, of Chinese origin.

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BAI

BO

BOHAI

BOLIN

CHANG

CHANGMING

CHAO

CHEN

CHENG

CHONGLIN

DA

DELUN

DEMING

DONGHAI

DUYI

ENLAI

FA

FAN

FENG

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[peekaboohq]

: *✧･ﾟ [ HUANG RENJUN, CISMALE, HE/HIM ] So, JINHAI + ZHENG, you think you have what it takes to join WAIKIKIS At only 18, I hope you know what it is you’re signing up for. There’s more too it than just the reputation. Being AMIABLE might help you out, however let’s hope they don’t get tired of you being MEALYMOUTHED. Good luck to you. [ Nyx, 15, EST ]

welcome, jinhai, to the waikikis ! we’re very excited to have you here! send in your account within 48 hours!

[cardiacs-deactivated]

Aurelia can definitely stay calm around a pretty boy

(She/her for the character on the left, he/him on the right)

[mingjue]

Sleep schedules fucked. Please tell me more about the Boys, hxd and jinhai. would like to to more specifically about the Gold Digger akdjjsd

OK IM LATE BUT YES I WILL TELL U............... but w hxd first just to Know Things

Huang Xiaodan

current sect leader of the Huang Sect; given name is Huang Yahui

he has an adopted daughter (Huang Daiyu) and his step mother helps him run the sect, she mostly aids in teaching disciples and the like

he’s stupid kind, he’s stupid, but only when he’s Taihe (where the sect is located), when he visits sects outside of the direct ones next to him he’s considered “cold-natured” bc he just doesn’t talk to anyone unless prompted. or when he does, depending on who it is, he’s impatient w them and moves fast in conversation

the only exceptions were when he was flirting w jiang cheng or lan xichen

anyways, before a lot of things, he had been secretly with a man named Syun Liqiu-- they mainly kept it secret bc Liqiu was set to marry a woman (and also sect leader Syun, liqius dad, fucking hates the Huang sect)

sadly, the night of Liqius marriage with the woman, he came to the Huang sect and took his life in one of the spiderlily gardens to be discovered by Madam Tao/Xiaodan’s step mother a few hours later

SO, with xiaodan being the Sensitive Man He Is when he’s at home, he kind of just............. Switches Off in a sense. he starts being reserved even to his daughter and they were super close :(

also info on the huang sect before i continue

the huang sect was established quite a while ago, but because of the things its notorious for, it’s still a quite small sect. its not SUPER tiny, but it’s no where near as big as like, the jiang or nie sects

a few generations into the huang sect being established, the sect leader at the time brought a curse onto the sect bc he was like wow, i want some god dick, and he got it! but now sect leaders/people directly related to the leading family have a chance of dying super young, like 20-30yrs old

Xiaodans dad actually lived quite a while compared to other sect leaders (late 40s, was able to have 2 kids) so people kinda thought hey. maybe the curse is wearing off. (nope!)

anyways, on top of that curse, they’re just. not human. in a sense. they KINDA are, but aren’t at the same time.

Xiaodan has the ability to control his generals sword (@ kagekitsuneoflight’s character, Huang Fan Cong) and his little sisters sword (Huang Jiayi), on top of the fact he’s able to control them

he only really does this when he absolutely needs to because he hates the thought of controlling others like that, but when he does go into that mode, his “True eyes” come out and spiderlilies have a habit of growing out of nowhere on him and those he’s controlling

It’s a really big strain on his golden core and in general his body to go all out and make them fight, so again he never does it

the sects closest to Huang are aware of these abilities, but it’s seen as rude to question anyone about them, or their origin. outside of that no one is really knowledgeable about these things

sect leaders typically get these powers through a specific way of cultivation, but they aren’t able to choose who they control-- if they were Xiaodan would NOT have chosen his little sister (bc shes legit. 18 :( )

there’s a lot more but now for Wu Jinhai

Wu Jinhai has a little bit more intent than golddigging

he has no clear background-- he was orphaned as a teenager, was an only child, and he doesn’t know if he has any aunts or uncles, or even grandparents

The most he’s willing to tell is that he started practicing cultivation with his mother pretty young, and continued training throughout various sects-- still does when he meets xiaodan too, and he’s pretty good at using each sects methods

he traveled by himself for the most part until he was 25, and throughout that he’s managed to help several villages, so he’s got a good chunk of money on him-- which he ends up spending in Taihe bc he likes red and their colors are red and gold, and the Huang sect is VERY much into fashion n shit

so he gets decked out in pretty clothes and hairpins, guans, etc., and still has money left over for whatever he needs. he stays at a small house that isn’t in too bad of shape, keeps it furnished, helps whoever needs it-- and then the news of the Syun’s Sects Heir committing suicide in the private spiderlily gardens comes out and he’s ALL ears

bc first of all, asides from coming to get some hanfus specially made for him among other things, he’s been wanting to fuck around and make major trouble.

he doesn’t do it immediately, like he waits a few months to let Xiaodan mourn (he finds out about the relationship through rumors, and gets it confirmed by xiaodans little sister after befriending her), but eventually he does present himself to Xiaodan

he basically proposes after presenting his credibility and xiaodan is like. holy fuck. ok. um. give me a week and i’ll consider it ok. (huang fan cong is NOT fond of him, and neither is Madam Tao, bc they know his attitude from unfortunate run ins)

Madam Tao tries to discourage xiaodan from considering the arrangement bc like. he doesn’t have family so he could be making shit up. his vibes are rancid. etc etc and xiaodan starts like. thinking about what she’s saying. but he says “ultimately it’s my choice” and madam tao is just ‘r u serious gay boy’

anyways jinhai ends up seducing xiaodan at some point, and manages to convince him to marry.

they marry, wjh uses this to his advantage to finding out sect secrets, he sells some of them to neighboring sects for laffs, then suddenly the two sects surrounding taihe are like “we are going to war bc ur sect is fucked up, also we want more land” and hxd is like WHAT

anyways, wjh fakes his death after hxd finds out he sold sect/family secrets and runs off to the Nie sect (with a bunch of fucking cash) to watch the war from afar, changing his name to Nie Bojing

wu jinhai deadass just started a war because he felt like it. wanted to see some drama. about 4 years after the war (which ended in the collapse of the Huang, Syun, and Liu sects), WWX resurrects in Mo Xuanyu’s body

Madam Tao, Huang Daiyu, and some of Huang Fancong’s sisters survive the war as the remaining people of the Huang sect, and they also refuge in the Nie Sect.

idk what happens beyond then, but Huang Daiyu ends up finding Wu Jinhai again at some point

[mingjue]

wu jinhai and huang xiaodan make this expression as SOON as they go to another sect.

they dont want to talk to you

[mingjue]

look at wu jinhai and huang xiaodan or I swear to god.

[mingjue]

It’s 5am and I just thought about your two OCs..... I don’t remember their names but you drew them where one was like what’s you name. We’re married.

HUANG XIAODAN AND WU JINHAI!!!

I love them a lot, jinhai’s a bitch though

[mingjue]

MADAM TAO...........MIL- *gets shot*

SKFJGHJDHG YEAH SHE IS ONE BUT *COCKS RIFLE*

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Full Name: Li TaoGender and Sexuality: Female, Bisexual/PolyPronouns: She/Her Ethnicity/Species: ChineseBirthplace and Birthdate: She was born in a small town just outside of Taihe, on October 31st :)Guilty Pleasures: she LOVES romance novels like you wouldn’t believe, but only her kids kno about thatPhobias: Blood, Corpses whether its human or animalWhat They Would Be Famous For: She and her son are the whole reason why the Huang sect r sexy, so fashionWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Killing her dad LMAO

OC You Ship Them With: Huang Yang, her husband.OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Wu JinhaiFavorite Movie/Book Genre: RomanceLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Horror with goreTalents and/or Powers: She plays the Erhu! Both for regular music, and for cultivating. She’s also a bit of a seamstress, so sometimes she’ll make her own clothing, or clothes for her family

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s got a very strong personality, and she. LOVES doting on people. You give her someone to care for, she’s going to be coddling them immediately-- her being able to bond with Xiaodan so well from the beginning is another reason why Huang Yang married her.Why Someone Might Hate Them: She is VERY straightforward and blunt. She’s definitely isn’t one to ask “do I look okay?” for a confidence boost, because if she didn’t dress you herself, she’ll express her distaste. Which is how she managed to chase off a bunch of suitors-- she’s independent, blunt, and hardly ever tolerates someone who’s going to belittle her.

How They Change: In her youth, she was VERY Fiery, and while she is still a little fiery, it’s less likely for her to leap up and challenge a man on the spot. Nowadays she sends her daughter to deal with them. Overall she’s more laid back, but she’s considerably more doting on her children-- and grandchild --than ever.Why You Love Them: We love milfs on this blog. Also just-- there’s things about her I’ve yet to really “reveal” that makes me love her even more. It’s hard to really pin what she’s thinking, and her backstory just makes her all the more complicated.

[mingjue]

XAIODAN TOO.............

my BABY

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Full Name: Huang Yahui / Huang XiaodanGender and Sexuality: Male, HomosexualPronouns: He/HimEthnicity/Species: Chinese, but not exactly humanBirthplace and Birthdate: Taihe, August 17th Guilty Pleasures: He’s also a hopeless romantic like his mom. They talk abt their novels together a lotPhobias: He doesn’t necessarily have any phobias? He’s a bit iffy with heights, but nothing real bad.What They Would Be Famous For: Fashion as well-- if he or anyone around him, in his sect, doesn’t look nice, he actually gets irritated, and he’s influenced a lot of the style in his own sect too.What They Would Get Arrested For: ...........Mass murder.

OC You Ship Them With: Syun Liqiu, his partnerOC Most Likely To Murder Them: Wu Jinhai :/Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Romance, ActionLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Anything super angstyTalents and/or Powers: He has many eyes! though he has a 3rd eye-- and he’s able to almost manipulate the things Huang Fan Cong & Huang Meili do when it comes to battle, but only when he’s psyched out himself. In turn he knows how to manipulate living puppets. Using these powers is very dangerous for him though, so he rarely uses them. (Huang Daiyu inherits these powers just by exposure, as she isn’t blood related to him) He was able to take complete control of Syun Liqiu before he passed.

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s the epitome of a very gentle man, and his presence usually soothes other. With the perfumes he wears, flowers he keeps in his hair, etc., his intimidating looks are typically drowned out. He’s a bit of a flirt too, especially with men he finds attractive, nd in general he’s just?? Soft. He’s jacked but somehow he manages to be soft.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He fights back, a lot, but subtly. If another sect leader gets agitated, he’ll act prissy back and works it into humiliating the sect leader with a calm face. He doesn’t let others pick on him whatsoever, and he doesn’t let others get picked on either. And just-- he can act a little cryptic sometimes, mainly if he doesn’t like someone in the room, so it can be difficult to straight up talk to him.

How They Change: As he gets older, with the death of Syun Liqiu, he becomes more easily paranoid. So in turn he starts making rash decisions-- but thankfully Madam Tao still has her head on her shoulders and prevents him from executing said decisions. It’s all really sure signs of the Huang-Typical early death that comes to its Sect Leaders :/Why You Love Them: HE’S.........when he’s Relaxed and he’s Happy, he’s so pleasant to be around. He’s a pretty man too sngff...............ALSO him and A-Yu’s relationship is RLLY CUTE.