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sits in his lap && plays with his hair. ❛ love you , dork. ❜

     He’d accuse Claire of taking advantage, if he weren’t completely at her mercy as is.     After that idiot had swiped him on the road he’d spent the past week with both an arm and half a leg immobilised by plaster casts - the arm that had hit the road first, and the leg that had been trapped under his motorbike until the EMTs arrived.

     He gives her a sappy smile that he hopes says enough because– well, being the idiot he is, what comes out is:

     “…does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”

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huozaiii:

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                              He doesn’t know why, but it made him happy when his father mentioned Ling Cao. Maybe it is because Lie doesn’t know any family other than his father and younger brother, the latter lesser in comparison to his father. 

     Some people believed that if one has a filial son, he has been a filial child all his life. Bomeng was certainly a most filial child, thus, it must be that his father was as well. Unless, of course, such sayings are not taken into consideration. 

❛ He would! ❜ Too confident, but that is just who he is, right? ❛I really wish I could meet him! He reminds of you, but you’re cooler! ❜ he is sincere in his words, no disrespect intended.

     The kid’s confidence gets a smirk out of him, but it drifts away. Now he’s thinking. His father’s grave was not too far away, by the mountains just south of Wu. Only about a half-day journey. He could afford the time.

    “...I should really take you to visit him someday.” He’s more musing aloud than anything else, but the follow-up question is sincere, “how does that sound?”

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practicing drawing styles ft. supermodel ling tong c: (let me show art in the tags you cowards)

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2017年6月8日 色調補正version😖💦

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cerisetheai:

her   usual   introduction   would   most   likely   include   the   formality  of   it   being   a   PLEASURE   to  make    his   acquaintance   —   but   with   hundreds   lying   deceased   &&   flames   seemingly   taken   from   the  very  depths   of   hell   itself   ,   she   understandably   deems   it   inappropriate.   ❪   how   many   died   today   ?  how   many   more   will   die   —   ?   ❫    musing   over   the   unknown   wouldn’t   assist   either   of   them   ,   or  his   father   for   that   matter   ,   so   she   responds   promptly   to   his   question   ,   hand   brushing  over   the  beretta   px4   storm   firearm   secured   in   the   holster   upon   her   thigh   ,   almost   as   a   gesture   of  REASSURANCE.   ❛   a   gun   &&   a   combat   knife   —   just   the   basics   ,   but   it   should   be  enough   to   fend   off   anything   thrown   our   way.   i   have   a   few   medical   supplies   too   ,   but   we  hopefully   won’t   be   needing   them.   ❜   she   purposely   directs   her   steps   to   avoid   a   nearby   corpse   ,  having   to   constantly   reassure   herself   that   it   won’t   reanimate   &&  seize   her   ankle   the   moment   she  treads   over   it.   or   at   least   that’s   what   she   hopes.   RACCOON   all   those   years   back   have  made  her   overly   wary.   ❛   stay   close   ,   alright   ?   we   still   don’t   know   how   many   j’avo   are   left   ,    but   i’m   not   taking   any   risks.   we   go   &&   find   your   father   ,   &&   then   we   all   leave.   ❜

     Well that was something at least. He didn’t like being defenceless as he was, but he has a feeling their meagre arsenal would be best left in the American’s hands. He’d never even held a gun before. And honestly? He really didn’t mind what happened to him so long as his father was okay. Though turning into one of those things would be a rough way to go.

    “Alright,” he’s not really in the mood for a sarcastic quip. “Come on, it’s this way.”      The apartment building was visible, not so far-off that the smog obscured it, but he was getting antsy at the thought of loitering any longer. He picks his way through the rubble and bodies littered across the carpark where they were, heading for the street but moving slow enough that she could follow his lead closely.

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avianflame:

     As he suspected, Ling Tong didn’t - no, couldn’t - sustain eye contact. Nor could he sustain his balance, the door saving him from collapsing altogether. The once-charged atmosphere turned sullen, yet Xun could not allow recent events to unnerve him.

     “I fear I cannot continue my work without inciting unwanted anger,” the strategist spoke in a soft tone, mindful in not aggravating his wound. “If you can find one who is skilled with cosmetics, I would be grateful. That is not my main concern, however.”

     “Confrontation is inevitable, but you must clear this situation with our witnesses, namely our superiors. Masters Lu Su and Lϋ Meng understand the gravity of this ordeal, heavy enough to warrant punishment… I wish to avoid that. Please allow me to accompany you, for if they consider my perspective, they need not reprimand you.”

     Ling Tong nods, slowly. Masters Lu Su and Lu Meng - they were pretty easygoing usually, but even they had their limits. Both had told him off for fighting with Gan Ning on several occasions, but this was the first time someone innocent had been hurt by it. They were not going to be happy, to say the least. 

     Was having himself executed really not an option? He squeezes his eyes shut, whining internally. He’d prefer that to facing their disappointment.

    “Okay,” he gulps, looking up to Lu Xun for clarification. “Makeup first?” 

     He’d always been on good terms with both the Qiaos and Lady Lianshi, it was a matter of who would help them. 

     Daqiao. She was kind, she usually didn’t judge too harshly, she didn’t gossip, she could be found in her rooms ninety-nine percent of the time. Unless he bumped into someone else first, he’d find Daqiao.

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She noticed how his expression changed, and she wondered if he would back away from them, however, when he stayed she had a glimmer of hope that he would help.

Avery was almost surprised when he did help, she then quickly motioned to her brother, “Do you know where to find a doctor? Our parents were killed and my brother was wounded in the fight. We’ve been walking for days and he needs more help than what I’ve been giving him.”

“I- I have some money, I could pay you to help us.” She said, “After seeing a doctor we… have no idea where to stay or go. I can work for you to pay you back…”

If she sounded desperate, its because she was. She couldn’t lose her brother to an infection that could have been treated but Avery would pay this man back if he helped them, she’d make sure of it. 

    “Whoa hey, slow down--” he holds up his hands-- “and you might want to save that money for a doctor.” And that was their first priority, a doctor. They could worry about other stuff later. His eyes flicker from her to her brother, then to the dubious glances of potential eavesdroppers around them. It might be a good idea to get a move on. 

    “I don’t know where to find one around here, but I know somebody who might.” He barely knew this town at all - but the old couple did. If anyone would know where to find a doctor it would be them. He’d hate to impose on them again, but this was kinda urgent and surely they wouldn’t turn him down.

    “Come on,” he turns, motioning for them to follow him before he speaks to the brother, “think you can walk just a bit further?”

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“Lately, you /have/ become the subject of my thoughts. Whether or not this is bad is up to you.”

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Just a heads-up that activity here and on skype will be low to nonexistent for the rest of this week and the next

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jinglebellpirate:

“Now gentlemen, you need not reveal yourselves here,” the strategist sighed, embarrassed for both of them. Nothing gentle occurred between the two, whether it be an exchange of insults or displays of bravado. Please, not the latter. “For the sake of those not involved and my eyes, take your private matters to the courtyard. Master Gan Ning - would your bride-to-be welcome such uncouth behavior?”  

“Well, no she probably wouldn’t. But, she’d probably get find it quite funny that Ling Tong here shot out of that chair as fast as he did. Almost like he had a point to prove. S’matter? Are you compensating for something with that temper of yours~?”

He’d look to Lu Xun a moment and chuckle slightly before shrugging. “Don’t worry, Lu Xun. I’m pretty sure if Ling Tong were to reveal himself, there would be nothing there to see anyway. Your eyes would be safe. I however, will honor your request to avoid doing such a thing.”

     Ling Tong fumes for a moment, aware he was losing this battle. Fine. Whatever. He's not sure why he even cared any more!

    “Only you would turn a conversation about wedding planning in this direction.” He throws his arms up in exasperation, making a concerted effort to control his language in front of Lu Xun. “Geez, talk about a one-track mind.”

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heroesofvalor

Myrrh had no other choice but to isolate herself to humans due to her kind. Manaketes are pretty unknown to this realm. She tried coexisting with it but they ended up scared nor treating her as Orochi’s kind because of those wings behind her back. Something a little resemblance to Hydra.

Despite losing her dragonstone in the process, she had to tell him that she’s no bad monster. You can’t judge a manakete by their motives.

“Yes, but i’m not a bad monster as what others said.”

    “Okay, but see the problem is--” he rolls his shoulders slightly, bow and arrow still drawn-- “that’s pretty much exactly what a ‘bad monster’ would say.”

     He’d heard what exactly Yuan Shao had gotten himself into, being fooled by demons, and Ling Tong wasn’t too keen to follow in his footsteps. But she didn’t look like any other demon he’d seen. Unless she was some kid of Da Ji’s and Hundun’s -- and wasn’t that a scary thought.

    “But you don’t look like the other ‘monsters’ I’ve seen. What exactly are you supposed to be?”

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