#theme: immortality

[hp-fanfic-archive]

The Thousand Deaths by corvuscrowned Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: E Word Count: 6k When the Kedavras don’t work, they try wooden stakes. When the stakes don’t work, they try blades. When the blades don’t work, the truth spills between them like the vast, churning ocean — eternity, inescapable.

[radiomogai]

[ID: a flag with five horizontal stripes, the first and fifth being twice the width as the others, which are equal. from top to bottom the stripes are dark gray-purple, earthy yellow, muted blue, earthy yellow, and dark gray-purple. in the center of the flag is a light yellow circle with the alteraffectis symbol on it in dark gray-purple. the symbol is a diamond with a small circle centered vertically, and above where it would be if it was centered horizontally. below the circle is a vertical line. there is a horizontal line below where it would be if it was centered inside the diamond. from the horizontal line is half of a pill-shaped oval, the other side connected to the diamond. end ID]

Immoaffectis Attraction

[PT: Immoaffectis Attraction. end PT]

Immoaffectis attraction is a type of alteraffectis attraction that describes how an immortal feels towards who/what made them immortal.

This was coined for the day 1 prompt 'immortality' for @mogai-sunflowers' event, although the concept was originally thought of for the 'tertiary attraction' prompt for @chaoscoining's idexpo event. We're just kind of bad at doing things in a timely fashion.

Tagging: @alteraffectis @aetherive @en8y @queermogaigremlin @neopronouns @hoardicboy @liom-archive @kiruliom @mogai-sunflowers @local-yurei @revenant-coining

sorry about all the notifs rn btw, when we're in the mood to coin we can't let it go to waste, and we need the bits of joy from people interacting with the post to keep it going or we'd queue them lol

[vampiremogai]

[PT: immortalgender.

(hi y'all i'm coining a xenogender)

immortalgender:

a xenogender with feelings of immortality, almost vampire or god-like feelings. it has strong masculinity and androgyny, which ranges and varies. it is unending and unknowable.

another way to describe this identity is not quite having a set gender or identity you fit in with but wishing to be seen by others as masculine.

anyone may use this term. :)

Image IDs under Read More.

Image Descriptions:

A digitally rendered pride flag. It has six horizontal stripes, all equal sizes. The flag has the following colors, from top to bottom: dark red, orange vermillion, coppery light orange, salmony light peach, pastel yellow, and pastel grayish blue.

The second image is of the same flag, with words on each of the stripes describing their meaning.

The stripes are labeled from top to bottom as follows:

Dark red: feelings of immortality.

Orange vermillion: connection to vampires and/or other mythical creatures.

Coppery light orange and salmony light peach: the consistency of sunsets and sunrises; we have always known them to be there, yet they continue to be mysteries.

Pastel yellow: androgyny.

Pastel blue: masculinity.

Under that image, there is one more, labelled "transmeds/truscum, TERFS, radfems, exclusionists DNI". Below it, it states, "If you are: anti mogai, anti xenogenders, anti neopronouns, TERFS/SWERFS, truscum/transmed, anti kin, NSFW blog, pro DDLG, anti BLM, flop accounts, pro-shipper/anti-anti, (no)map, radfem, exclusionist, LGBT+ phobe - save me the effort and block me first."

End Description. End PT.]

immortalgender

(hi y’all i’m coining a xenogender)

immortalgender: 

a xenogender with feelings of immortality, almost vampire or god-like feelings. it has strong masculinity and androgyny, which ranges and varies. it is unending and unknowable. 

another way to describe this identity is not quite having a set gender or identity you fit in with but wishing to be seen by others as masculine

anyone may use this term :)

flag meaning:

IMAGE IDS UNDER READ MORE:

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[kotoku]

Hi, can I request an Aventurine with an Inmortal! s/o who's also non-binary plz 👀

You're free to reject it if u want, just giving u an idea... 😅

ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ! ꜱ/ᴏ

pairings - aventurine x immortal! reader

content - reader is non-binary/ gender-neutral terms/ established relationship/ aventurine is in for a shock/ reincarnation themes

warnings - teeny angst towards the end

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ You probably wouldn’t have told him about your immortality, figuring that you could tell him when the time is right

↻ Turns out, that time is when you’ve been brutally wounded by an enemy, Aventurine nearly having a heart attack when you show up with multiple wounds and cuts that seemed life-threatening

“How are you..alive??”

“..Surprise..?”

↻ When you break the news to Aventurine, he doesn’t react at first, seemingly taking in everything you had explain 

↻ A part of him feels devastated, is he just a fleeting chapter in your book? A memory that would slowly be forgotten over time? But he also feels relieved, you couldn’t die so he didn’t have to worry about your death anytime soon

↻ Aventurine slowly comes to terms with your immortality, always inquiring about your past and what it’s like

↺ He’s probably curious about the healing process and the damage you take, asking about any experiences you had during battles where it took you a while to heal (the morbid curiosity this guy has…)

↻ If you’re in a battle with Aventurine, you’d probably throw yourself in front of him to defend him from any attacks if his shields aren’t up

↺ He hates your recklessness but also appreciates it

↻ You, as expected, stay the same as Aventurine continues to age, watching him slowly gain wrinkles and his hair fade away (if he doesn’t die to something else, of course)

↺ You’d be pretty devastated about him, mourning his death for a long, long time before suddenly, you see a familiar head of blond and magenta-cyan eyes

“..How– How can this be..?”

↻ If Aventurine were to be reincarnated, you’d be thrilled but also a bit sad, all the memories you shared together, reduced to nothing, as you stand before him as a stranger

“Do I..know you?”

↻ You could feel yourself breaking down all over again, mourning a person who was dead but alive before your eyes 

↺ You’d probably avoid interfering with his reincarnation, wanting fate to run its course

↺ And run its course it did

↻ The reincarnation of your past lover falls for you yet again, and it is only now that every person you have ever loved in the past, resembled Aventurine in some way (whether it was his blond hair, unique eyes, or personality, they all had something in common)

↻ In every life time of his, you were there

↻ You were eternally tied to his soul; soulmates

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

[neverswungonswingingstars]

Lestat in Season 1 of Interview with the Vampire

[moonsinkfoxgirl]

honestly not sure why people are so into elves tbh, they're kind of mid

[vampiremogai]

Copied from below the cut:

; IDs && plain text below !!

pt: tīlucta. coined by me, for 100 acronymchaos event day 5 with prompts time + grief. Definition: a term unique to the grief an immortal feels for the people && things they've lost because they live forever orr grief of an immortal, immortal time & grief, etc

name derived from " tīma " meaning time in Latin && " luctus " meaning grief, sorrow, mourning, etc also in Latin .. option w && w/o flower for personal pref .. :end pt

ID 1: A rectangular flag with 7 strips of varying sizes, with colours && sizes going in top-to-bottom order: medium dark red, small dark yellow, small dark beige, small light yellow, small dark beige, small dark yellow, medium dark red. The dark red strips have crack like spikes going through the other strips. The middle strip has 6 dark red crosses, 3 on the left and 3 on the right where in the center is a dark yellow stylized clock. :end ID

ID 2: the same as the previous but with a dark crimson rose inside the clock :end ID

; tagging : @/radiomogai | @/acronym-chaos ; myles is fascinated by the concept of time travel && also v interested in grief ( in a not weird way lol xe realizes how that sounds hsbshs ) and such .. so w these prompts xe couldn't help merging the two, and xe came up w tīlucta .. !! This has ended up as a term myles will personally use, and xe finds much joy in it .. !! also xe apologizes for the multiple pings, but bc xe is behind on the prompts xe has to post like 3 things in a single day .. !!

★﹕ tīlucta

pt: tīlucta :end pt

★ ⌒⌒ ;; coined by ! me

‿‿⋆﹒⊹ ; for ↓↓

100 acronymchaos event || day 5 prompts time + grief .. !!

☆⌒⌒ ;; definition

; a term unique to the grief an immortal feels for the people && things they've lost because of their immortality // grief of an immortal, immortal time & grief, etc

﹕★ name from " tīma " meaning time in Latin && " luctus " meaning grief, sorrow, mourning, etc also in Latin .. !! option w && w/o flower for personal pref .. :D

; IDs && plain text below !!

pt: tīlucta. coined by me, for 100 acronymchaos event day 5 with prompts time + grief. Definition: a term unique to the grief an immortal feels for the people && things they've lost because they live forever orr grief of an immortal, immortal time & grief, etc

name derived from " tīma " meaning time in Latin && " luctus " meaning grief, sorrow, mourning, etc also in Latin .. option w && w/o flower for personal pref .. :end pt

ID 1: A rectangular flag with 7 strips of varying sizes, with colours && sizes going in top-to-bottom order: medium dark red, small dark yellow, small dark beige, small light yellow, small dark beige, small dark yellow, medium dark red. The dark red strips have crack like spikes going through the other strips. The middle strip has 6 dark red crosses, 3 on the left and 3 on the right where in the center is a dark yellow stylized clock. :end ID

ID 2: the same as the previous but with a dark crimson rose inside the clock :end ID

; tagging : @radiomogai | @acronym-chaos ; myles is fascinated by the concept of time travel && also v interested in grief ( in a not weird way lol xe realizes how that sounds hsbshs ) and such .. so w these prompts xe couldn't help merging the two, and xe came up w tīlucta .. !! This has ended up as a term myles will personally use, and xe finds much joy in it .. !! also xe apologizes for the multiple pings, but bc xe is behind on the prompts xe has to post like 3 things in a single day .. !!

[stormingfrost]

Kinda obsessed with the historical context of Rise of the Guardians. Pitch wanting the Dark Ages to come back, which historically was the decline of culture and records. The Guardians rose at the same time as the Renaissance with the rise of culture, knowledge, and science. (Tooth in particular mentions that she hasn’t been out in the field for 440 years, give or take, which would put that smack dab in the middle of the Renaissance) 

The way Pitch doesn’t want the world to change, the way the Guardians change in tune with the world. The way Jack, who lived in has a human in the 17th or 18th century, who lived in the time after the Renaissance and lived witnessing the world all the way to the modern era, is there to show the Guardians how much they missed and how they can further change and improve for the more modern world. These characters are immortal beings who have so much power over the world, it makes so much sense that when they fall and rise in power it impacts the world that they want to influence, for better or for worse. 

[spacedustmantis]

thinking about if they got out

[fishareglorious]

i do a light chuckle once i remember hofmann and semmelweis are friends but then i remember semmelweis and marcus' suitcase interaction where they talk about her and i am once again inconsolable about this old woman's death

[vampiremogai]

[Plain text: fantimmorta! End PT.]

fantimmorta!

fantimmorta-

a gender related to fantasy themes of Immortality!

[Image ID: A flag with nine equally-thick wavy horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are bright magenta, pastel indigo, turquoise, pastel red-orange, bright yellow-green, bright cyan, pastel indigo, bright magenta, and hot pink. End ID.]

term and flag by me :3

[threepandas]

Bad End: Cultivation

The rope creaked softly, suffering under the weight it was not meant to bear, as it stretched out, seemlingly endless into the mist. This had once been a bridge. The entrance to this lonely place. Humble as it was, the simple rope bridge had once stood for time immemorial. A path of safety above Soul Eater mists below.

Terrible creatures and unspeakable monsters dwelled down there. Things that devoured. Even the mists themselves, were said to drive men mad. Cause hallucinations and aggression. Qi draining in nature. It was like a living thing that digested you slowly.

Unless, of course, you could escape.

Or, it was said, if you were like the legendary immortal who had founded this temple. HE had apparently just walked. Refused the mist's their hold on him. Then climbed the cliff face to this mountain top. I somewhat doubted that tale. But then again, staring down at the rolling mists... it seemed impossible that ANYONE could have ever survived them.

The bridge creaked on, in the soft breeze. There were days it's groans sounded like the cries of a beast in pain. Tortured. When the wind rattled and dragged at what remained of its form. Trying to pull it from it's post. Down, down, down to it's final end.

There was a boot print. Terrible and damning. Cracked, IMPRINTED, deep into the base of the pillar that once held up one side. Far away, the bridge must surely still be stable. Both pillars standing tall, like gaurds. Like brothers. But here?

One powerful kick.

And the bridge had disappeared out from underneath all those that stood upon it.

Everyday... every day I come. Every day I look upon this bridge. Upon the boot, a terrible sin imprinted into stone, and I tell myself I do not recognize the size of it. That my suspicions are wrong. My instincts surely lying. Because... because if I do not?

What can I do? What could I POSSIBLY hope to do? If my suspicions WERE correct? If in this place, lives a monster? I am not stronger them him. Without him, I would be utterly alone. He has insured I am all but dependant on him. Not teaching me how to cook nor clean, farm nor fight. All practical skills are lessons for another day. Forever another day.

Yet...

Yet, I MUST know.

I torture myself with this. The wondering. The questions I do not not ask, for fear he will not even bother hiding behind lies. I stare at the old, long dried blood that stains where the bridge once ended. The shimmering heavenly gold. Somehow... some horrified, gut wrenched, SCREAMING instinct... knows it to be the blood of Tree Fruit.

It is the blood of the unborn. Those that will never get the chance, now. They... they were not even apart of anyone's body. Were wholly seperate, dependent and their protectors for survival. Were FRUIT for God's sake. Just as I had been. Souls reborn, not from flesh, but clean and new, from a Divine Tree. Ascendant from some other place.

I don't know WHY they were taken from the Tree. Why I was. My memory is spotty. It was too soon. I had not forgotten yet. Was not READY yet. It should have been safest to stay there. Be born into the world. Yet... they were on this bridge, instead. Attacked. The blood of infants stains the stones and will never wash clean. I can not... I was still FRUIT, then.

I can not REMEMBER.

And so I come. Again and again, before this rope. That stretchs out into the mists. Above far more terrible things. And try to recall. Make sense of it this terrible thing before me. This bridge. A long, worn, straining rope. With old, well-worn wooden planks, weathered by the ages, that... that hang like bodies.

Strung up in an endless row.

That whisper as they clack and groan with suffering in the wind, "A crime. A crime. Great evil was committed here!"

I tell myself... like a child hiding from monsters they KNOW are real. Trembling and blood soaked, terrified, as they crawl as far back into some small dark place as they can... I... I do not want to compare the boot print in that stone to Lei's. That they would be different sizes, even if I did.

I do not convince myself.

I never do.

"Shimei, this disciple wonderd where you were..." calls out a familiar voice. Deep in the way dangerous waters are deep. Smooth and placid at the surface. With something deadly I can not see, far, far below. "This one has found you at the bridge again. What captivates you so? You missed your morning snack. Should be on your way to early morning meditations."

My smile is more of a grimace, as I turn.

There are days... when forgetting is easy. When the tranquility of this place seeps itself into my bones. The comfort he deliberately arranges for me. The scheduled repetition. It is... trance-like.

Sitting with tea and snacks. Watching the early morning's sunlight dance off the distant mist. As birds wake and dew settles. The world hushed. Cup warm in my hand. Coat dropped over my shoulders. It is beautiful. The meditation garden is beautiful. EVERYTHING here is beautiful.

It is the fact that it is... empty, that bothers me.

This was not a temple built for two people. Remote as it must be in the world. The sect built this place for a reason. And each day that passes? I am more convinced that reason was to have a place to fall back too. The temple is lovely... but more then that? It is a FORTRESS.

Difficulty getting here is not even a fraction of the defens it holds.

So WHY?

WHY are there only two people here?

I nod, stepping towards my "shixong" as he insists I call him, dispite there being just the two of us. His hand reaching out to take my arm, guide me. I no longer need help navigating these halls. But he does not stop. Clings to his excuses to coddle and touch. It is a fight I can not win. I pick my battles. But, before his hand reaches my sleeve. Knife!

A throwing knife, shrieks near silent through the air as it cuts between us. Nearly removing Lei's fingers as it does. I jerk away, startled. He whips around towards the bridge.

"GET AWAY FROM THAT CHILD!"

The voice that roars that command has the distinct rasp of old age. Sure enough, a figure in flowing robes surges forward from the mist, running light as a feather across the single rope that remains of the bridge. Long white hair and beard. A wrinkled face, more accustomed to smiling, now turned into a fierce and determined scowl. The robes of a Grand Master.

There are a handful of warriors following him.

But the one that I can not look away from... it's... it's like looking through the lense of a half forgotten dream. Blurred by angles all wrong. But oh... oh how could I forget that face? The one that stares at me with such fierce and fearful determination?

...Shijie?

More then an older sister, less then a mother. Whisperd promises, muffled by liquid, from long ago. I know that face. KNEW it. It once smiled down at me, as I grew upon my branch, and promised we would be family. Loved me. Beautiful and patient, as she whispered about all the wonders of world.

I was...

Oh.

I was supposed to go with HER.

Be raised by HER. A little sister, a daughter, someone she could guide and grow with. My memories struggle to come together, but faced with familiar faces? They TRY. Especially as power begins to surge around me. Terrible and familiar. The beginnings of a fight.

Someone on my branch. Not my sister. Pale as morning mist and just as untouchable. He seemed lonely. I was lonely. Far from other Fruit, an awkward thing, high up, and on an old twisting branch. That had missed all nipping and cultivation by being accidentally hidden by the leaves surrounding it. The fruit was supposed to grow lower to the ground, where it could be watched. Safe.

But I happened anyway.

And I was alone.

No others to spend my time with. No disciples to come and care for me, day to day. So when the mist man came? I clumsily... reached out. Pat pat. There, there. I'm here, "dude". (I... can not remember what that word meant. But I know I knew it. It was friendly, I think.)

He was surprised to find me, up there.

I don't not think he told anyone.

I...I think he was supposed too?

But it did not matter in the end. Someone else found his hiding spot. Found me. There was much shouting and alarm. Elders, I think. Doctors, to insure I was well. Great relief, that I was a hardly little thing, developing as I should. After that? I had constant visitors. None that seemed very interesting... until... until my Shijie.

They were looking, I think, through interested parties for a match. Who would adopt me. Then there was softness. Sweet, golden days. The mist man visited. Anger from him? Not at me. Displeased. Covetous? I did not understand. Something wrong was growing but I was unborn... did not have a name yet for the sensation.

Just that is was...Dark.

Then it was night time. A beautiful moon through the branches. Smoke, black and terrifying. Screaming and the clash of swords. Unbearable heat, climbing and climbing. Lights blinking out. Dying? Were... were they dying? The great Tree, divine and holy, groaning in agony. Wood popping from heat. Splintering from blows.

Feet upon my branch. Running, running, running. Falling too their knees. Swordsman's hands. Bloody, wrong, not my shijie. Where is my shijie? Sister! SISTER?! I am being pulled. No. No, it is not time. It is too soon. The Fruit is not ready.

The hands do not care.

I am torn out by the roots.

Where the Tree should be... is nothing. I SCREAM. It hurts! A void. The ocean of life gone, gone, GONE! Already I am starving. Destabilizing. Dying again. Scared! Please! I am-!

A hand wraps around the raw nerves of my roots. They are wrong. I know them, but they are WRONG. Where is shijie? Sister... SISTER! Please!! Energy floods back in, as though it never stopped. But... but it is not clean. Like brackish water after so long in clear springs, I choke as I try to adjust.

Moving.

Running.

Where is the Divine Tree? I want to go home.

Others join. Burned. Bleeding. They have Fruit too. I have never been so close to others. They sound nervous too. Scared. But they have their family. Why do I not? There is some plan. A bridge that goes on and on. Below us are terrible things. They are talking? The end in sight.

"-viously you can't... -ep her, she's not your child. Y.. -eat thing protecting her th.. -ll be so relieved you have her child. N.. -all we have to... -ait out this..."

Something ugly is rising. Danger. DANGER. No, no, NO. STOP. Run! Bad thing is coming! I don't-! I can't-! Covetous, terrible, tar-like WRONG! Seeping up like festering! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!

The sound of a sword being drawn.

I am tucked close. Cradled like something precious. As a blade sings destruction through the air. A shocked and betrayed cry. Confusion. I can see horror on faces, feel terror from the other Fruit. Two of them are dead. CRUNCH. The bridge violently lists to the side, weight no longer equally supported.

Time seems to slow... as ancient metal slides free of stone.

Half those on the bridge are gone in an instant, as the floor swings out from below them like a trapdoor. Those that remain? Are the souls fast enough to grab the rail that still remains. The boards, as they fall. They hang above certain death, as their friends fall screaming in primal fear, to horrific death below.

How long can they hold on?

Especially with only one hand?

A few already lost their grip on their Fruit in the sudden shift. Can only stare in numb and mind blank horror, soul deep agony, as the bright little lights fall... and fall... and fall...

Inside my Fruit I SCREAM.

I do not remember after that. Only being born. It is a blur of trauma my mind must have refused to keep. D..Damn it. DAMN IT! I jerk away from Lei. I had known. I hadn't WANTED to know... but I had KNOWN.

The Grand Master attacks. His blade crashing like the might of a wrathful god against Lei's. Sending him sliding back. The master pressing his advantage, warriors rushing to fan out between the fighters and me.

Arms. Soft yet unimaginably powerful, the scent of tea and the medicinal flowers she proudly grew for the sect, I was pulled into an embrace. My head tucked against her neck. Arms bordering on too tight. As though I would disappear at any moment.

"Shimei.." my shijie whispered, a wounded sound. "This sister has you. We have come to rescue you. The traitor will never hurt you again. Come!"

This felt right. I nod. Follow her towards the bridge.

"Thief."

Lei's snarls. Never has there been an uglier, more venomous sound. One of the warriors, acting as a shield, dies preventing my sister from being speared through the heart from behind. Desperately, she scoops me up. Breaking into a sprint.

"Do you truely think you can take this one's Disciple from him? His WORLD!?" An unhinged laugh echoed along side the clash on blades. "There is NOWHERE you can hide her, that I will not find! She is MINE! Belongs with ME! You can run but there is NO WHERE you can hide!"

I cling to my sister as she jumps up on the rope, racing away from the gilded cage that was my only home. Over her shoulder, Lei is locked in combat. The ugly something I had always known was there, finally out in the air between us. Demonic energy spilled from him like radiation. Sickening and every bit as caustic. His eyes wild as they lock onto me.

"I'm going to BURN everything that gets in my way, my disciple." He croons, the grin spreading across his face a thing that will haunt me. "Just like before. NOTHING will keep you away from me. Nothing! I am going to hunt you down, drag you to ascension, then spend the rest of time making you MINE."

"And nothing will stop me, child. Not even you. Why?"

"Because I LOVE You."

[zairaalbereo]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️Happy Pride! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

[cairafea]

houseki no kuni brainrot doodles. ichikawa please release the new chapter soon the hnk countdown twitter account is gonna run out of pages to attach to each tweet

[vampiremogai]

[Plain text: Werefanggender.

A coined xenogender by @/lokaarc, derived from their own experiences and based on Vampiregender and Weregender.

A nonhuman xenogender that simultaneously encompasses werewolves and vampires - modern, from folklore, or from any other time period. It emits an adventurous aura, yet is dangerous and fierce, stalking the night. It's reminiscent of the moon, red wine, the forest at night, and can also feel close to immortality and blood among many other things.

Flag ID: A horizontal striped flag with symmetrical shades in order: Dark brown, olive green, and red, all in gradual shades. There are two symbols placed in the middle -- on the left, the top and bottom jaw of a set of vampire fangs. On the right, four distinct lines of claw marks. End PT.]

Werefanggender

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A coined xenogender by @lokaarc, derived from their own experiences and based on Vampiregender and Weregender.

Werefanggender:

A nonhuman xenogender that simultaneously encompasses werewolves and vampires – modern, from folklore, or from any other time period. It emits an adventurous aura, yet is dangerous and fierce, stalking the night. It’s reminiscent of the moon, red wine, the forest at night, and can also feel close to immortality and blood among many other things.

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Flag ID: A horizontal striped flag with symmetrical shades in order: Dark brown, olive green, and red, all in gradual shades. There are two symbols placed in the middle – on the left, the top and bottom jaw of a set of vampire fangs. On the right, four distinct lines of claw marks.

[barananduen-blog]

Masks in Ancient CDramas

A screencap collection from:

An Ancient Love Song, The Blue Whisper, Heart of Ice and Flame, In Blossom, The Journey of Chong Zi, The Killer is Also Romantic, The Last Immortal, Lost You Forever, Love and Redemption, Love Between Fairy and Devil, Love You Seven Times, Mysterious Lotus Casebook, Princess Silver, Song of the Moon, A Tale of Love and Loyalty, Till the End of the Moon, Truth or Dare, Wonderland of Love

Bonus!

Please check the Alt Text to see which image corresponds to which drama.

To see all themed screencap sets, click here: [# cdrama themed screencap set]