#tgcf rarepairs

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(im not the organizer for this event but they don’t have a tumblr so i got their permission to post this :D)

some really cool people organized a tgcf rarepairs gotcha for gaza!! if ur interested in being a creator, the signups are still open and will be until june 15th!

if ur a rarepair enjoyer who wants to simultaneously see some nice content of ur favorite ships while also helping people in gaza, please consider donating once the donation form comes out on june 16th!

check out the carrd for more info :] if u can’t donate or contribue, pls share as much as u can!! thank u!!

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They’re avoiding their responsibilities together (again).

This was made for the Autumn Wind Weekend event over on Xitter.

Day 1: Autumn/More than Friends

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More funny twt prompts but this time Huaqing 😩

[baxiabells]

theyre boy best friends.. i <3 you criminally underrated side characters. ik jian yu has like three total posts in his tag. but well.. i like him. & his petty bitch swagger.

[totallynotsloughjykk]

I honestly love huaqing. they're both bitchy traumatized cats that are so toxic they just cancel each other out and become really compatible

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Web Novel Rarepair Preliminary #13

Please only vote on whether the ship is rare enough to qualify for the tournament, not on whether you like the ship or not. You can vote for your favorite ship in the tournament itself. 

Submissions are still open! Submit another WN rarepair here

[fish-emotion]

I think He Xuan and Shen Jiu could have had a situationship.........

They just both have this throughline on always being hungry for more, never being satisfied, taking. Shen Jiu feels he's inherently unlovalble; receiving affection from He Xuan, after he's already been so rough with him (it's a fwb kinky sex type situation) makes him feel secure, like he knows what the condition, the catch is to recieving that affection. He Xuan is also very strong: Shen Jiu doesn't think that he'll ever have the need to choose to abandon Shen Jiu for his own safety (that 'danger' is ostensibly coming from his position in the sect, but actually it's the trauma of Qi-ge abandoning him) - Shen Jiu doesn't think he'd ever be chosen, but if that type of situation never occurs, he's safe. He's allowed to feel safe because He Xuan is strong (que his competency kink?)

Also, Shen Jiu feels understood. Nothing is ever enough for him. Nothing is ever enough for He Xuan, also. At that point in life, he doesn't have anyone else he can confide this to, and he's lonely. Having just one person understand, to an extent, what drive his behaviour, has to be significant. I hc Shen Jiu having made food stashes 'just in case'. He Xuan, who had starved, would get why he does that, even though he can have all the food that he wants, now.

He Xuan himself is also lonely: he's focused on his goal and he tells himself that everything else isn't inportant. But he allows himself this. Shen Jiu is so alive, so present. He's not a ghost, or a demon, but he's just as resentful, just as desperate. He fights for He Xuan's affection, tooth and nail. After he'd become a demon. All the love belongs to the life 'before' - to his family, his bride. Now he exists only to avenge them. He deliberatly reduces himself to that. But there's Shen Jiu, wanting him anyway, just as he is. He can let his scholarly side show - Shen Jiu can keep up. Shen Jiu is never surprised at a new dimention of him: most people on his peak only see one dimention of Shen Jiu, too. He's impressed by his acting: just by the skill, not the usefulness. He Xuan has someone he can take care of, after so long.

I just think they're neat.............. Its not like i wrote a fic about them reconciling............ Who said that thats crazy...........

[sylviesoothsayer22]

Well Matched - Chapter 1

Lycoris radiata

When the Yiling Laozu’s spirit emerged from the Burial Mounds as a newborn Calamity, the entire cultivation world trembled in fear.

Wei Ying just wanted to find a quiet place to rest. He had no plan, so he naturally followed the strange butterfly that seemed to beckon him somewhere. What’s the worst that could happen?

“You’re adorable.”

“I thought I was charming.”

“Charming and adorable. I’m tempted to keep you.”

“….sweet-talker.”

“Rejoice, Wei Wuxian is dead!”

“Fantastic, fantastic indeed! Remind me again, who was the hero who killed the Yiling Laozu?”

“His shidi! The little sect leader Jiang Cheng!”

Everyone in the tavern laughed and declared those who have led the Siege of the Burial Mounds heroes. They all toasted to the Patriarch’s demise.

It had been several months since the news first broke out and many have not yet ceased celebrating.

A condescending snort cut through their revelry. All eyes were drawn to the rogue cultivator lounging in his seat. One youth lazily twisted his head to the man’s direction and cast his left eye on the speaker.

“Too early for that.” He rumbled. “The days of the Yiling Laozu are far from over.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me ask you all a question.” The speaker said. Clearly pleased to have everyone’s attention. “Since Wei Wuxian wasn’t born into the Jiang sect, how many Soul-Tranquilization Rites has he undergone before his violent death?”

Almost every member in the tavern paled in realization.

“You can’t mean that he’ll come back as a ghost!”

“Even if he did, every soul within the Burial Mounds are trapped there. The amount of resentful energy alone makes it impossible for the dead to break free!”

“The Burial Mounds no longer hold as much resentful energy as they used to.” The cultivator informed them gravely.

“What do you mean?!”

“Speak plainly!”

“Don’t go around spreading false rumours for attention, you old fart!”

The only person who didn’t put up a fuss was the youth who was watching the pandemonium with a bored expression. The cultivator gazed at the anxious crowd in silence before loudly slamming his jug on the table.

“Silence! Do you wish to hear what happened after the Siege or not?!”

Everyone quieted and listened to the cultivator with wrapped attention as he began his tale:

“After the Patriarch’s demise, all was quiet for a while and the Great Sects believed it would be the end of it. Yet, some wandering cultivators detected strange disturbances within the Mounds. The resentful energy appeared to be constantly fluctuating. Through their observations, they saw a thick red fog emerge and cover the mountains. The wanderers notified the sects who sent out members of high rank. Those same men would come back and swear blind that they saw the Patriarch lurking around.”

“How is it that no one has heard of this until now?”

“The sects silenced as many gossipers as they could find. They did not wish to spread panic or give the demonic worshippers hope.” The cultivator cast the interrupter a slight glare. “May I continue now?” He asked dryly.

“At that point, all of the sects believed that Wei Wuxian did not pass on. Many high-ranking cultivators, sect leaders and head disciples converged on the spot where they sensed the yin energy was at its highest, believing that the Patriarch’s spirit was still recuperating. Wanting to put an end to this drawn-out battle, they rushed at the swirling mass only to stop in their tracks!”

“Thorny black vines shot through the rocky ground and held them all in a vice-like grip. They tried to hack them off with their swords, but new vines would grow in their place. The bound cultivators felt themselves growing weak. Somehow, Wei Wuxian drained them of their spiritual energy. What’s worse, the red fog surrounding the mountain hardened and formed into a barrier. By the time the cultivators realized that they had walked into a trap, there was a familiar sound of a dizi playing.”

The crowd’s eyes were as wide as saucers. The youth’s eyes were narrowed in deep thought. Many leaned forward as the cultivator continued with his story:

“A figure emerged through the fog. None other than the Yiling Laozu himself! Different, but still recognizable. When he was last seen, he was gaunt, injured and looked ready to collapse at any moment. Back then, he looked fragile but unmistakably human. Now, not anymore. His skin was as white as pale snow. The grey of his robes swirled unnaturally against the breeze like ash. The black of his clothes were so dark, they appeared to be devouring any form of light. It almost looked as if it were made of shadows. His eyes let out an eerie blood red glow. There was a vial full of -what appeared to be- ashes suspended around his neck by a red string. The strangest addition to Wei Wuxian’s appearance was the countless ghostly-green fireflies floating around him. What purpose they serve, I do not know.”  The speaker shook his head. His expression haunted.

“Everyone believed that the Patriarch was about to start another massacre. One that would overshadow what he did in Nightless City. Instead, he plays one sharp note and Wei Wuxian dissolved into a murder of crows! The crows and fireflies passed through the shield and scattered into several different directions. Everyone else was left trapped within the barrier. For whatever reason, Wei Wuxian chose to spare the cultivation world his wrath that night.”

The crowd traded panicked whispers among themselves. The speaker watched them with an amused expression.

“You make it sound as if you were there.” The red robed youth piped up, while the rest of the tavern were busy processing the Yiling Laozu’s strange new powers. The rogue cultivator looked at the youth, affronted.

“I was there, ignorant brat! It took us nearly six months to break through that damned barrier and another three to search for that devil’s weakness in the Burial Mounds!”

“How has no one heard of this until now?” A member of the crowd asked disbelievingly.

“This is now common knowledge in the entire cultivation world. It’s not my fault no one cared to inform the people in this backwatered village!”

The youth snorted and shot back “How much of this story is fabricated? Unless you can provide proof that you were there yourself, I don’t see much of a point in listening to your fairy tales.”

The crowd let out murmurs of agreement. The rogue cultivator felt a tick mark growing on his forehead. He grabbed an item that was wrapped in layers of talismans from his pocket and slammed it on the table in front of the youth.

“Here’s your proof! The jade token that was once tied to Chenqing!” The youth picked up the token and examined it. The item exuded an absurd amount of yin energy that could only belong to something powerful.

“It certainly appears authentic.” He commented. The cultivator snatched back the token from the young man’s hands.

“Bah! What would you know?” He grumbled as a he re-wrapped the item and put it back in his pocket. The youth shot him an unimpressed look.

“You mentioned that you and your fellow cultivators were looking for the Patriarch’s weakness. Did you find it?” The youth asked blithely. The rogue cultivator gnashed his teeth.

“No. The Yiling Laozu is far too cunning.” He faced the crowd once more.

“While normal ghosts can be dissipated in numerous ways or sealed with a spirit-trapping pouch, beings like Wei Wuxian can only be destroyed through the destruction of their ashes.”

“Didn’t you mention he had a vial of ashes wrapped around his neck? Why were you looking for them in the Mounds?” A member of the crowd asked, confused.

“I’m getting there!” The rogue snapped before continuing “We looked for clues on where would Wei Wuxian go to for refuge. Through our findings we found many similar looking vials and took the chance that maybe his was among them. When we started destroying every vial we could see, we realized these ashes belonged to other ghosts. The truly horrifying part? After we captured a stray soul and demanded information, it was revealed that they willingly sacrificed themselves for the Patriarch. He did not even have to use his flute on them!” The cultivator shook his head in disbelief before continuing. “Somehow, this Wei Wuxian won the ghosts' loyalty after the destruction of his mortal body. They even called him ‘our lord’!”

“Perhaps he’s building a city for the dead as we speak.” One member mumbled. Almost everyone in the tavern let out shudders at that possibility. The only ones who weren’t affected was the story-teller and the youth. The rogue cultivator snorts.

“Now who’s telling fairy tales?” He took on a severe countenance.

“If the Yiling Laozu decided to create a ghost realm, the amount of resentful energy needed would attract the attention of every single cultivator within a thousand miles. Don’t you get it, you fools? He’s in hiding! Right now, he has likely suppressed the majority of his powers to such a degree that it would take a strong spiritual weapon to detect him.”

“Do you mean that finding the Patriarch is a hopeless endeavour?” The youth drawled out in a bored manner.

“Not quiet. Remember the ghost-flies? Normal fireflies only come out in the summer. Yet, no matter the season, these creatures follow him wherever he goes. We merely have to wait for news on them.” The rogue cultivator concluded.

“How sad that the entirety of the cultivation world has to rely on mere rumours and heresy to catch one measly ghost.” The youth remarked, casually.

“Well, do you have any better ideas?!” The rogue cultivator shouted. “If you don’t, then get out of my sight! You disrespectful wretch!”

The youth shrugged and got up. He brushed past the ill-tempered cultivator and smirked in secret as he exited the tavern. Once the ‘young man’ was a fair distance away, he pulled out the token that he snatched from the arrogant cultivator. A silver butterfly landed on the item. Hua Cheng waited as the creature scented the yin signature and watched as it took off in search of the source. He continued his leisurely walk.

Wei Wuxian. He thought. What an interesting character you are.

Chapter End.

Author's Note: Lycoris radiata is the botanical name for red spider lily. The flower is typically associated with death, long journeys, sad memories and final goodbyes. Interestingly, the colour red usually means love and passion.

I'll try and post the rest of this fic one chapter per-week until I eventually run out. Hope ya enjoyed it!

[pastelshroomsbasement]

haha

[supportershy]

I decided to make a list of my fics, just in case anyone wants to take a look.

Until now, I have only written in one fandom (tgcf). I hope I can change that anytime soon.

They are divided between "multi chapter" and "one shot", and from most recent to oldest.

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*Multi chapter*

And we sail with the wind - [beefleaf] [Ongoing]

The New Rooster - [PeiHuang] [Ongoing]

When the arrows fall like rain - [Feng Xin - Character Study][Finished]

Between the ground and the sky, my darling. - [He Xuan - Slightly beefleaf] [Finished]

*One shot*

Classification system of Feng Xin's smiles - [fengqing]

Light a way through the fog - [Feng Xin]

À ma manière, à ma façon - [fengqing]

Losing what you haven't found - [fengqing]

Little Talks - [beefleaf]

This person. That person. - [fengqing]

Glitch - [Mu Qing]

We are going to turn this thing around - [fengfeng - Feng Xin/Shi QingXuan]

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[kiarakarma]

Soooooo I got this beautiful man on my desk ❤️🖤

I'm only missing Wei Wuxian and then my RarePair Ship is complete 😩😩😩

Wei Wuxian as a button ❤️🖤

[obihoeee]

also tgcf doodles okay GOODNIGHT EVERY PONY

[muqingfx]

pei ming: Are we fighting or flirting?

hua cheng: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

pei ming: Your point?

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Mermay warm up with more huaqing tehe

Will their favorite general visit Hualian next? 🤔

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[Qianxiu] 💞💫

[old-danmei-fan]

I have fallen for my first TGCF rarepair and it's Pei Ming and Mu Qing. I have no idea why. I saw a single post about them and it was game over. There are only 3 pages for their tag on a03 and I don't know how to deal with that lol