#Ci-in Temple

[huascrimsonpeony]

No temple, no incense, no prayers. Xie Lian walks through the mortal realm as a nameless god, forgotten but never gone.

He wears white, yet the world stains him in red. He is mercy in human form, yet the heavens call him a disgrace. He was never meant for the celestial halls—his place is between the living and the dead, where ghosts whisper his name and the wind carries his silent blessings.

A god who has nothing, and yet gives everything.

[glitter50000]

Low-key I’m obsessed with wulian’s dynamic. Like the infamous White Clothed Calamity and this ghost soldier who trails along with him. They’re like boss & henchman. Someone’s bothering them and Wuming’s like “I can kill that guy for you” and Xie Lian is considering it. I think Xie Lian would leave him out in the rain and he would just stand there like a sad puppy. He’s like “Can I try rizzing you up?” And Xie Lian just goes “No.” I fear Wuming’s freak would’ve even unsettled Xie Lian or he would’ve found it funny. Wuming’s like a trained dog who will attack on command and BITE. Wuming said “I am not fixing this man but I will jump down with him.” They probably would’ve been incredibly toxic as a couple and the sex would have made it worse but it would’ve been entertaining to watch. There’s actually something really sad about how much Xie Lian hated himself at this point and how he cannot accept someone being there for him simply for him. And Wuming having unconditional love but also no confidence in himself, like here I think is where he thought himself as worthy or lowly the most. Unstoppable self-hatred vs immovable love and devotion. I think about how perhaps Wuming had maybe an actual fear of being dispersed or tossed away BY Xie Lian and while he would’ve accepted it, he does not want that possibility. So he shows he’s powerful enough to stand by Xie Lian’s side. But he’ll just hang his head or let himself get choked when Xie Lian gets angry at him. I think Bai Wuxiang must have lost his mind when he first saw Wuming.

[theredcuyo]

No, no, the natural pda progression from one mxtx couple to the next is very funny

You go from Bing-can't stay appart five minutes-qiu, to Wang-hugging each other every opportunity the moment they confess-xian and we end with hua-making out any given opportunity-lian

Sqq might have a thin face, but Binghe would cry if they don't hold hands and he can't have that

Wangji might be breaking ten rules at the same time but if Wwx wants to be held, he will be held no matter the time or place

And Xie Lian might be turning the color of a tomato, but how could he deny his San Lang anything when he looks at him like that?

[khattikeri]

thinking back on it, it's really funny that wei wuxian is the least possessive mxtx guy.

both luo binghe and shen qingqiu are like radioactive material. let's not even bother talking about how weird they are about each other. next, lan wangji is a deeply romantic and deeply jealous biter. meanwhile, xie lian WILL throw up if hua cheng so much as looks attractive to others. hua cheng isnt quite so much "possessive" as he is "You Disgusting Freaks Are Beneath My Beloved," but close enough.

the most wei wuxian does is tease lan wangji here and there as an unawakened teenager. as an adult he privately panics about his own desires, that he's misreading the signs. but he doesn't really show it!

[hualianschild]

[ID: An excerpt and official art from TGCF. Some of the text is underlined and highlighted.

Just then, a bright light white as day exploded across the blackened night.

That light was lanterns.

Like thousands upon millions of fish swimming through gorges to the sea, countless lanterns slowly floated up.

They shimmered and gleamed in the dark night, radiant and brilliant; like floating souls in a magnificent dream, exceedingly beautiful, brightening the blackened mortal realm. In the face of such a striking sight, none could speak. All held their breath, and their words broken.

Xie Lian watched that sky full of lanterns in dumbfounded awe. It was like his own breathing had stopped and nothing could be heard, and he remained dazed for a good while. It was only after some time before he realized something was wrong.

The eyes of every heavenly official at the banquet were on Xie Lian. Turns out, the announcer official had raised his quivering hand and pointed at him.

Bewildered, Xie Lian asked, "What is it?"

No one answered and Xie Lian pointed to himself.

"...Me?"

Next to him, Shi Qingxuan patted his shoulder once. "Yes. You."

Xie Lian was still in shock. "Me what? What about me?"

That announcer swallowed a few times with difficulty, and finally spoke again.

Thus, the hundreds of heavenly officials present heard the tally from a voice that trembled with disbelief:

"Qiandeng Temple, the Palace of the Crown Prince, three... three...

"Three thousand lanterns!"

The art shows radiant lanterns rising up before the moon and Xie Lian poitning at himself in bewilderment, Shi Qingxuan looking shocked behind him. End ID]

[potatosaresweet]

rereading book 4 and holy fuck this was a mistake i cant even bring myself to cry

[jonathankai]

It’s always “Xie Lian has creampie kink” and nothing else. When are we going to talk about the fact that Xie Lian popped a boner when he was thrown back and forth in the coffin, couldn’t tell up from down, got his head smacked several times and apparently he did NOT pop a boner when he and Hua Cheng were rolling around during sloppy make out session? Is one of Xie Lian's kinks *checks notes* being ruffled and tossed around, like a rag doll, like a dog toy??

[fortune-maiden]

FX Week Day 6: Temple

Day 6 of @fxweek :D

This is actually the very last drabble I wrote chronologically (assuming I don't write any more lol)

In Feng Xin’s humble opinion, it wasn’t fair that the things he should have been smug about were the things he hated the most. “Thank goodness for the Ju Yang temple. There’s always one of those around when we need ‘em,” Mu Qing cackled, leading them to their lodgings for the night. Of course he had a temple in this area – why wouldn’t there be a temple to the fucking fertility god in the middle of someone else’s fucking territory and – “Wait.” Feng Xin suddenly realized something. “Why do you always know where my temples are?” Mu Qing went silent.

[19silvermirrors]

The temples they've built to honour your glory

[fluffypurpleglitterdemon]

Wait... the war's over, Xianle has fallen and Xie Lian is called back to the heavens, and almost-certainly-Hong-er is getting into fights with the people burning down Xie Lian's temples? Huh. I thought for sure he died on the battlefield as a soldier...

[glitter50000]

Xie Lian in the first half of book 4 is like Icarus surviving the fall and attempting to put the melted wax back onto the broken wings and some people laugh at him for it.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

🔉 sound on!

so gomens season two huh. / youtube / follow for more fafa with fangs

[marklikely]

getting to go to the movies and see both monkey man and the peoples joker in the same month has made me raise my bar so hard im never accepting trans 'rep' that's just a token character with 2 lines in a cis gay movie or a trans actor playing a minor role that isn't even trans ever again.

[morgenlich]

occupational hazard of living. well. anywhere in europe really but particularly in germany, feeling emotional about how many Stolpersteine i’ve seen in this neighborhood. however. there are two (2) synagogues within easy walking distance of my apartment which is also making me emotional to think about but in the opposite direction

[marjfm]

THE VOICES

Hua Cheng man cave is a Little too much 🤣

[rae-writes]

angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple. 

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore. 

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!” 

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time. 

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time. 

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess. 

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns. 

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time. 

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes. 

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him. 

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?” 

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face. 

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!” 

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed. 

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum. 

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!” 

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him. 

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure. 

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?” 

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?” 

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen. 

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out. 

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..” 

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going. 

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little. 

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead. 

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!” 

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip. 

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously. 

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.” 

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse. 

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!” 

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.” 

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold. 

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder. 

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.” 

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off. 

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?” 

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…” 

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make. 

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him. 

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore. 

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…” 

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace. 

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came. 

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him. 

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.” 

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides. 

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…” 

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop. 

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did! 

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster. 

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!” 

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress. 

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”