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⭐! eeek! :D

hi bestiee :> so i went ahead and did it for both your blogs, hope u don't mind hh

⭐ for meihui and yu que — so i think they could cross paths with each other when things were messy and terrible with the villages, especially hers? as he's part of the military since a very young age, i think the troop probably would've passed by the village(s) at some point, perhaps even after they were torn apart so any help that he and his troop could've provided, it's already too late and it makes him very :/ over the years so probably he travels back there now and then trying to pay some respect to the (deceased) villagers bc the entire thing probably left quite a strong impression to him and he just vows to not let that happen to people anymore with all his might; not that he could do much bc he's literally just a normal human being. anyway the point is, i think they could've met each other before when they were younger! and perhaps they still recognize each other now?

⭐ for meihui / taohua and jue ming — ok so a supernatural ?? fantasy ?? mythological ?? muse i'm offering to you here *points to a big ass snake* aka jue ming, basically a divine beast from the heaven realm who's supposed to protect humanity and things like that and he's currently chilling in the mortal realm for reasons. i feel like he could've hung out at the temple (snuck in to avoid getting wet when it rains idk) where meihui could be found, and just refuses to leave just bc. or he just finds it funny how taohua is always the one behind the doomed romances he happens to witness (by chance or not) so he takes it upon himself to try and figure out wth her problem is (he's bored pls forgive him)

⭐ for taohua and wan fei (fka yu han, goddess of love) — you see, before wan fei, a demon who likes to wreck havocs and break couples up in the mortal realm, there was yu han, a goddess of love who was always so loving tending to all the tangled up red strings of fate. anyway things happened and she was banished to hell. depending on when you would prefer them to meet, bc pre-hell she would find taohua incredibly adorable, albeit a little (read: very) concerned cause of all the poor matches. and post-hell she would still find her interesting (maybe even naive), even more so as she would want them to work together to break people up even more as she no longer believes love is the answer / cure.

send a " ⭐ " and i will list potential muses !!

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what if i bring my lads based oc :(((

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MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. If you like any of the suggested combinations, you are welcome to come plot or start interactions with them.

If you can't see / use the symbol for any reason, send " star! " instead. If you are a multi and you want to see which muses I would be interested in throwing against a specific muse of yours, send ⭐+ that muses name.

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On anon or not, tell me what YOUR headcanons for my muse are.

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MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi. If you like any of the suggested combinations, you are welcome to come plot or start interactions with them.

If you can't see / use the symbol for any reason, send " star! " instead. If you are a multi and you want to see which muses I would be interested in throwing against a specific muse of yours, send ⭐+ that muses name.

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TIAN XI WEI as LI YUHU & AO RUIPENG as QI TIANLEI

WRONG CARRIAGE, RIGHT GROOM (2023)

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Li Yunrui for 2024 Weibo Night

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an angel dies in heaven and a new demon rises ON EARTH whenever i see another rper naming east asian muses with white ass names for no reason at all

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also i am still sick folks someone send help

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seeing as chinese new year period is bout to end in a few days, i'm here to inform everyone that fu sinian used to practice and perform lion dance when he was younger

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sometimes, anruo wishes he would shut up.

not because she doesn’t want to hear him, but because every word digs under her skin in a way that lingers, settling somewhere deep, somewhere difficult to reach. every word wraps itself around her heart, and his laughter and smiles only make everything worse.

he makes it sound so easy, turning something heavy into a joke, weaving lightheartedness into things that shouldn’t be light at all. 搞不好我厌恶我的人生, he had said, grinning as if the words meant nothing — words that she knows would echo in her mind on every sleepless night.

"别逞强了," she huffs, eyes narrowing just slightly at him after watching him stuff the hand warmer back into her hands, "再怎么厌恶也不能冻死啊."

but she doesn’t fight him on it. not now. maybe because there’s something raw in the way he says it. maybe because she knows the feeling. or maybe she is simply thinking too much. if anything, she only wishes him genuine happiness. none of them should suffer in the cold like this.

her train of thought derails the moment he drapes his jacket over her legs. through the mist of her breath, she looks up at him and murmurs, "for what it’s worth, i’m actually jealous of you." anruo brings the jacket closer to herself, hiding the lower half of her face into it. "i actually do agree with my parents for once, you know? i think you're ... good. the good kind of stray dogs ... the type i would keep, at least?"

as soon as the last part makes it out, she is almost immediately belittling herself immediately. for someone who writes so much, she sure doesn't know how to casually yet genuinely convey just how impressive and courageous she thinks he is.

a frown settles on her face when she catches the way he rubs his arms, and guilt starts to creep in. "什么没关系," she mutters, getting to her feet and on her tiptoes so she could drape his jacket back over his shoulders, before tugging at his collar to pull him down closer to her height, "at this rate, you'll get sick before i do. are you expecting me to nurse you back to health when you get sick because you know i'll feel guilty?"

his next words, the exaggerated declaration of protection, are so ridiculous a laugh bubbles out of her for the first time that evening. "听上去," she says, leaning in just a little and bringing a hand to her mouth, as if sharing some grand secret, "你比较像是想把我拐走."

what she doesn't tell him is that it doesn't actually sound like too bad of an idea to her. maybe — for tonight, at least — she’s willing to let herself be convinced.

"let's go, i've been craving hotpot anyway. and we're gonna have ice cream right after that, right?" just like old times.

" 我 ?" yìjùn's eyebrow quirks up in amusement, a boyishly-charming grin stretching its way across his lips. " 你看看我吧 : 我很好啊 ! 再说 , 即或我会冻死 , 那又怎样啊 ? 搞不好 --- "

the moment she pulls out the hand warmer, yìjùn falters, albeit briefly. part of him ( desperately ) wants to reach out and take it, to rid his fingers of their numbness from the cold; a bigger part of him wants to put on a brave and strong face, as if he's entirely unaffected by the weather.

( a bigger part of him still wants to be cared for, to be anything but alone with his thoughts right now. it's always such a lonely time of year --- a little less lonely now, though. )

" --- 搞不好我厌恶我的人生 ," he finishes lamely, his grin bordering on guilty, then gently ( his hands are ice-cold ) takes her hand in his own just long enough to playfully push her fingers back closed over the hand warmer, gesturing for her to keep it. " 我真的没事儿 ." he proves his point by sniffling, then smiles cheekily.

" 你为什么道歉我呢 ? 这事不怪你 ." yìjùn's expression softens. "it's not an inconvenience. i'm just glad i was --- " a vague gesture towards himself, " --- sober and coherent enough. if they don't already think i'm a bad influence, i don't want to change their impression of me. after all ... it's a bit different having dinner with your bà and mā at this age than it was when we were kids. and if you bring a stray dog home, it might think you want to keep it ... "

in every lighthearted comment, an undertone of truth. yìjùn stares at the ground, wistful. he fancies himself a man with a heart as invulnerable as an impenetrable fortress, but in reality, he's nothing of the sort. his heart is more like a fire pit: all it takes is a single gust of metaphorical wind to make the embers glow again.

( and all it takes is a single gust of literal wind to have him tugging off the light jacket he's wearing; before anruo can say no, he's draped it atop her legs. )

" 我呢 ? 我 ... " i was going to drink until i didn't care about anything, and then your bà called, and i decided i'd go looking for you instead. " --- 算了吧 . 没关系 ." yìjùn rubs his hands up and down his arms, gazing gently over at anruo. "it's too cold to stay out. you'll get sick. but since you don't want to go home for dinner, why don't you come have some hotpot with me ?" a beat, and then he steps forward dramatically, as if he's the male lead in a costume drama, and places his hand over his heart.

"小公主啊 , 你听好的 : 今晚我不让你回家 . 我答应你 , 我一定会 ... 保护你啊 !"

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positivity! can i just say how much of a relief it was to see you here? i knew i'd be in good, patient and caring hands & plotting with you so far has been a real blast !!! you're so talented and nice and i love you big MWAAHHH!!

replying to this idk how many days late but it's bc i hv been sick and also i just wanna keep this in my inbox forever so i can look at such a sweet message from such a sweet cutie pie whenever i want and also i want to post this so ppl could see just how cute this is T-T

love u sm too ok i cant wait for us to hv fun writing together <333

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truth be told, ryan has to agree with jesse even though it's literally a stupid project that they're talking about now — in fact, he'd rather they talk about anything else other than homework as he thinks they could actually get along considerably well. because he too, has a list of reasons why he couldn't work on the project, and he is about to provide them when the well decorated words literally has him closing his mouth.

if that isn't enough to do the trick, the offer next up surely does. if there's one thing about him, it's that he never turns down food. "maaaaybe." absolutely no reason to even play hard to get, but a little negotiation never hurts, right? not when he is a minute away from agreeing to jump into a ditch known as doing a project for god knows how many evenings for the sake of free food.

ryan leans back in his chair, arms crossing lazily over his chest, eyes flicking over the other with mock deliberation. "depends, though. what kind of dinner are we talking about? fast food? barbeque? or are we making this an actual event — three courses with fancy plates, the whole deal?" a pause, and then, "i'm more inclined to say yes if it's a buffet, just so you know."

a teasing glint is visible in his eyes, as he moves forward to mirror jesse's posture. "so which is it gonna be, buddy?"

( ... ) "well,” ryan says finally, the hesitant hint in his low voice unmistakable, “honestly? i don't have much to contribute though, i think you’d actually be better off without me." for what it's worth, he still faintly remembers the other's grades from mid terms last time, and he's fairly sure they did well enough to handle this project on their own. "please don't let me slow the entire thing down." he adds, trying to sound convincing as much as he could, a little chuckle escaping, "seriously, i'm sure you're good haha."

✶ ⋅“𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐛𝐫𝐨.” jesse raises an eyebrow at his project partner. the strongest impression he has of ryan so far: the sight of him in class is equally as startling as seeing jesse at the basketball court (his third-favorite sport). though jesse can’t exactly say he's annoyed at that fact. if he could, he would do the same in a heartbeat—except that he has to bump this grade up from a B to an A before the end of the semester, and he’d spent an afternoon calculating the grades he would need on these final few projects in order to do that. which means… well, it means he has to fucking try even though it makes him feel like a first-class virgin.

“alright, lemme just be straight with you,” he murmurs. “ryan, i can’t do this shit by myself. i got games coming up, i got work. it’s a stupid-ass gen ed so we can probably knock it out in an evening or two, and—” jesse’s assorted profanities earn him a sideways glance from a classmate sitting nearby, and he trades them a stink eye before his attention turns towards his partner again. “and then we’re cool,” he finishes. “does that sound good?”

and then, because he senses that his words might not be enough, he sweetens the pot, sitting forward a little in his chair—because he needs at least a 95 on this or he’s fucked. “we can work on it over dinner. on me.”

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once again proposing a cyberpunk wuxia/xianxia discord mumu ....

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lost both my sense of taste AND voice so i am now having spicy food just so i could taste things for once and this means if i end up getting sicker, it's definitely on me 🥴🥴

once again sickkk someone send help pls it's the third time in 2025 i've been sick and it's only the start of february

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update: i have now lost my sense of taste ... ;)

once again sickkk someone send help pls it's the third time in 2025 i've been sick and it's only the start of february

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once again sickkk someone send help pls it's the third time in 2025 i've been sick and it's only the start of february