#yun juan

[hotpinkashcrimson]

Remembering my roots as one of live a live's strongest soldiers(became a fan when the remake was announced in 2021)

[officialtokyosan]

yun xiao, get your dog off this dude

[benedictive-shaman]

The latest event reminded me of this meme I made that none of you will understand since they explicitly call out the "Never see [Hong Lu] mad" part.

I think they'd be 'friends'.

[atamascolily]

Thunderbolt Fantasy + text posts, part 9.

[aptericia]

Happy birthday cringefail puppet husband

[dan-fei]

[dazzle-art]

POV You love your husband very very much

First

[dilirebas]

Joy of Life 2 begins filming!!!!!!!!!!

[arbitrarygreay]

Broke: I would still love my spouse even if they were horribly disfigured, if they were a worm, they are my heart-- Woke: I would recognize my beloved's shit ass swordsmanship anywhere, good god man fix your fucking grip and stance already--

[greenteaanon]

Fictional Stories:From Noli me Tanghere

NARCISISA (SISA)

Reverse Isekai, GN! Reader but you're in a skirt. Angst and fluff and a drizzle of crack, Warnings for Screaming, child loss, loss of Sanity

This is based on our project last year lol this has been rotting in my drafts

"Oh Geez! why would they Volonteer me to represent the class!!" You huffed as you went inside one of the apartments in your family's rental place to use as a dorm. "Are you alright your grace?" Asked Kaveh leaning on the couch with a Sketchbook. "No. Not really...Given the fact that I have to perform on stage in...a week max?" Pinching the bridge of your nose while pacing. "What exactly are you performing your holiness?" Asked Zhongli placing a tray of newly brewed tea on the coffee table. You passed him a Convenient English Version of Jose Rizal's work: Noli me Tanghere

"Page 58 that's the character..." You pointed dropping your self on the couch next to Kaveh. Xingqiu saw the book and flipped to said page "Sisa? What's her character?"

"So bassicaly she's a woman driven crazy because of her husband's abuse and the loss of her 2 sons because of the corrupt church"you stated directly at the book thinking If you missed anything. They looks the right amount of concerned.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to dig through my closet because it's in 2 days" you stood up rushing to your room.

Once again, you're on the couch with the ladies: Yun Jin, Nilou, and Ayaka. "I just need a twist... something that will make people react, " you whispered to yourself. The others looked very much concerned for your well-being. The competition was tomorrow, and it was very nerve racking, no one dared to cut you from your concentration.

You almost started jumping in joy when an idea hit you. Looking up songs upon songs and making a little to then sing "ok...Im ready!" You said to yourself. Ayaka softly patted your back with a gentle smile. You can relax just a bit.

The day of the competition arrived, and you managed to slip the genshin cast into school pretending that they were cosplaying. You were pacing around back stage calming down your nerves with Yun Jin making sure you look alright.

"Representing Section Juan Luna!..." The teacher called out as the lights dimmed and you walked on stage singing a small tune

Thats when you got your class to do it to scream insults at you as you're performing. "Baliw! Baliw!" Crazy! Crazy! they all kept screaming thats when you started to shout back "Baliw!? Di ako Baliw! Nakikita mo ba ilaw sa Kampanaryo! Anak ko yon! Si Crispin! Nagpapadausdos sa Lubid! Crispin! Basilio! Anak ko! " Crazy!? Im not Crazy! Cant you see the light in the steeple! Those are my children! Crispin! Pulling the rope! Crispin! Basilio! My children!

You started sobbing uncontrollably acting as if you actually gone crazy as the music drops. Then the light dimmed ending your performance. A loud round of applause rang in the gymnasium. You stood up and bowed.

After you got off the stage you went over to the genshin cast they were cheering you on. Now all you had to do was sit and watch the rest of the performances.

"Now it is time to announce the winners!" The vice president of the Pandayan Filipino Club said. It finally arrived to announce your grade's winners

"Remember Your Grace, No matter if you win or lose" Zhongli said.

"For the grand champion! And the best performance for Sisa! Goes to..." You felt your body go stiff, you were holding onto Kaveh for support. "SECTION JUAN LUNA!" Both the announcers said. You accidentally pushed eachother when you heard you won.

You quickly made your way up the stage to get the Trophy and Medal and bowed. All is well and hard work payed off

[akonaman]

Morning na lang ako nakain at nasanay na ko pero alam kong mali yun. HAHA. Pero i feel lighter sa OMAD. So tignan natin hanggang kailan ko to mapapanindigan.

Nagluto ng dynamite dahil namiss ko magstreetfoods huhu. May streetfoods naman dito pero iba pa rin yung sauce ng fishball sa manila.

Bojack Horseman uli kase i feel so lonely these past few days. Everyone was sooo busy and i felt like I’m stuck. And it’s okay.

Mang Juan saved the day. Nahappy ako kase may mang juan sa tindahan malapit dito. I accepted the fact that I’m still adjusting pero yung mga kapatid ko pinapauwi ako. Sabi ko sa December na lang haha.

Tuwing hapon puro lang ako practice ng gitara kase gusto ko mag ka kalyo yung daliri ko uli at mag violet. Gusto ko pa matuto sa youtube university.

Sabi ko kay Jen pag wala pa kong asawa pag 31 na ko kami na lang tapos liligawan ko siya lol. Pero im serious HAHHAHA.

[umbrellaeclipse]

Oh, some thoughts on the first episode of the new season of which I must scream into the void with!!!

(Warning: disorganized rambling and spoilers for Thunderbolt Fantasy S4 E1)

Such a serious tone from the get-go! Shang Bu Huan, as self sacrificial as ever, parting ways with Juan Can Yun in order to stowe away somewhere safe to protect the sword index. Thus, also leads to a parting with my dear favorite character Lin Xue Ya; who will no longer be following SBH as he is now too boring to consider a worthwhile target.

Hohoho, I cannot help but think LXY's parting is a farce. I feel like he's scheming something and I am ever so delighted to find out what. Also, did LXY always have that massive crystal flower over his left shoulder, or have I just blindly never noticed before...?

Hmmm hmmm hmmm, and SBH also mentioned he never knew his parents.... are we getting... actual backstory on him? I feel like the show so far has hinted a lot but his origins are still vague.

Oh, and back to the demon realm again. Some shocking revelations there I suppose. Granted, it's no shock how hierarchical the demon realm is, but to my suprise, Xing Hai, was/ is a lower class demon? Hmm hmm hmm, and now the lower classes of the demon realm have to worship the demon gods to not get killed. A fate previously carried out by humans before the war. How curious.

Oh cool! The mad scientist dude is back, and is pairing off with the Order of the Divine Swarm... and then, enters the best characters of the season. I already love this buff hornet lady and the pretty boy spider spy. Their battle gave me life. I love the fights in this show so much! I'm looking forward to their character development... and the hornet lady had such a sick... soliloquy? Not sure what the word is for the little character poems, but I've always loved them and was a bit sad how few there seemed to be in S3.

Back to the demon realm. Really, gonna force Lang Wu Yao into his demon side.... and, hmmm, Ling Ya had some interesting comments here, being LWY's demon side so he could just continue living as a human... gonna think on that one. Also, lol, the new opening has LWY's demon form flash in towards the end.

I am so psyched to see this show continuing!!!! I am going to be so normal about it. As normal as Luo Zhen Jie is about his sword girlfriend.

Cheers <3

[louvsickre]

Ꮺ   …      TWO TRUTHS & A LIE ˒ L. HEESEUNG

playing hindi tayo pwede by the juans ・ gender netural reader + word count 962 genre angst .. filo au .. situationship warnings mentions of : citrus fruit .. reckless drivers .. kissing — trans. & cred. to byhees for the cute layout

you love the rain.

there’s this certain serenity that accompanies those pretty dew drops. maybe it’s in the way they pitter patter upon the asphalt. or perhaps it’s the striking color palette of your umbrella that contrasts the skies’ gloomy visage.

(people always did say that lemons make the best remedy. you just so happen to have more than several duplicates of the citrus fruit printed on your shield.)

of course, there’s some frustration that comes with sudden rainfall. such as wearing white shoes that already get teased by fellow footwear through the method of stepping on them. you also can’t forget calculating how much force you must put into leaping over puddles like you’re competing in the olympics.

(well it’s shoes vs. life. and seeing as how even speed bumps can’t prevent drivers from embracing their inner dominic torreto, you’ll take your chances with the soaked footwear.)

but there is no serenity, white shoes, puddles, or fast and furious au characters.

it’s just you and heeseung. your umbrella and his (one vibrant noon and the other, bland midnight). and heavy rainfall lingering by the corner.

you and him; we and us.

at first, you thought it was merely a dream. maybe you stayed up too late and too often—to the point where even when you’re awake, your restless mind wrapped you up in such vivid scenarios.

(if only it was that active during class discussions. then your grades would be the only thing you would have been worrying over during that week.)

after the words came the gesture. and the thing about it is it doesn’t matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise.

there was no way your mind could suddenly concoct the feeling that came out of his java chip-stained lips against yours. nor could it accurately etch the firm yet careful press of his hands upon your waist—a grip you’d become accustomed to later rather than sooner.

(another thing to acknowledge is that no matter how familiar you become with that little habit of his, it doesn’t stop being a trigger. you know.. for the fireworks that sear across your body because those lithe fingertips love retracing their prints on your bare skin.)

but now he has a hand wrapped around the handle of his umbrella. its partner is tucked safely in his coat pocket; as if the thick material would keep the tremors at bay.

and you? you’re hoping this is merely a dream.

because if there’s any best time for your mind to get imaginative, it’s now.

you were the endgame.

so many things look good on heeseung. in fact, if you wanted to, you could compile a whole book filled with things that complement the raven-haired male. that would have been a unique gift for your dating anniversary..

‘have been’ being the key word.

“alam mo..” your stupid voice is already on the verge of breaking. but your stubbornness does not understand the concept of timing, hence why you’re determined to follow through. “kahit maikli lang ang panahon na binigay sa atin, ang dami kong naranasan at naramdaman. higit sa lahat, naging masaya ako. kaya, salamat.. bambi.”

bambi. your bambi.

even though you can’t remember it vividly anymore, you can recall the way his lips waned into a meek smile. and just like how the icing can’t be complete without the cherry (you dislike icing, he constantly picks off cherries—the irony), the crimson hue on the tips of his ears always accompany his replication of the glowing crescent hung above your heads.

“salamat din, tink. hindi ka nagdala ng liwanag sa buhay ko, kasi ikaw mismo ang naging liwanag ko. ewan ko kung may secret ability ka, pero tuwing bumibigat yung loob ko, at tinago ko yun mula sa mundo, you were always there to make sure i didn’t carry the weight by myself.”

fuck it. you no longer care if the downpour drenches you; glues your clothes to your skin.

your umbrella falls limp by your side while you wrap your arms around heeseung. it hurts and soothes your aching soul when you feel him immediately copy your gesture.

“i love you.” you murmur into his shoulder.

“i love you too.”

one of you has to pull away. it’s a known fact; an idea neither of you want to accept.. but that’s just how reality works, doesn’t it?

heeseung decides to sort of take one for the team. it doesn’t fully count when his hands merely travel back to a familiar place: your waist.

after two days—fourty eight (48) hours of not being able to rest his trembling hands upon that space, he’s afraid it’s fading from his mind. one more time, the cold pads of his fingers walk across those invisible lines. he caresses the unfamiliar spanse, commits them to memory again.

then, with plenty of reluctance, he takes his hands off to grasp something important to you. a sheepish laugh echoes from the depths of his cracked heart as he holds your umbrella above your head. “hindi ko alam kung kailangan mo pa ‘to..”

“oo nga, parang walang kwenta na gamitin yan ngayon.” you reply, the shadow of a smile lingering on your countenance.

after sharing some deliberation and more laughter, you keep the shield over your head. heeseung chooses the same approach, despite his raven tresses already clinging to his forehead. it makes sense, seeing as how the conclusion you two fell upon is that getting sick is just like almost every other aspect in life; it isn’t guaranteed.

just as you begin your walk to your house, he calls out your name. you turn on your heel to see him standing there, looking at you with a golden gleam in his doe eyes.

“sana kapag pwede na, pwede pa.”

taglist haven’t thought of it yet..

[housano]

The Sdorica fan base the moment Juan Yun's SP drops

[atamascolily]

Thunderbolt Fantasy + text posts, part 8.

[aptericia]

Shang & his babies