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❛ i think i need some guidance . ❜ (from fafa)
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❛ i think i need some guidance . ❜
death of an optimist / lyric starters | accepting !
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‘ some guidance? ’ he repeats the words, an eyebrow raised in question.
it’s not usual that he would ask for xie lian’s opinion. it happens often and xie lian answers him with nothing but honesty, because why wouldn’t he. though, this time it’s a bit surprising.
opinions are one thing, but giving a guideline to the artistic creative process for someone’s work who isn’t his own is.. well he wouldn’t say new, but it’s something he hasn’t had much experience with that he’s extremely confident with.
he stands in silence for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek, mulling over his thoughts on the current work right before him.
‘ san lang, i think what you have planned out for your work is well composed. ’ he starts. everything san lang has created that he has seen has been nothing less than awe-striking in his opinion. even now, being able to watch him work from here and the steps he takes to go about his work is interesting.
‘ is there anything that you may want to convey? ’ he asks, a hand reaching out and gingerly touching the partially sculpted marble. the marble beneath his fingers is cool to the touch and smooth, like dipping a hand into a still body of water.
he moves his hand down, the parts that have just started to become chipped at and the now rough texture of it underneath his fingertips. he hums, enjoying the bit of contrast of textures and relishing in the process of creation. he can’t help but think about how his san lang is so talented. and every time, his heart swells just a little bit more than before.
‘ there doesn’t seem to be anything lacking from what you’ve started so far, but i don’t know what you would want the end piece to convey. ’ he explains. he moves his hand from the marble. there winds up being a bit a dust on his hand once he removes it and he laughs a bit, dusting his hands off before tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
‘ ah. i probably shouldn’t have touched it, you’re still working on it and you were asking for guidance. ’
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happy pride my faves are trans <3
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❛ i’ve done bad things to good people . ❜
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❛ i’ve done bad things to good people . ❜
death of an optimist / lyric starters | accepting !
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there’s a furrow in xie lian’s eyebrows, a frown with no real indication of disappointment plastered on his face. it’s more as if it’s just been put there as a placeholder for what his face should be expressing.
...probably because he’s not very sure if he knows what he wants his face to express at hearing the statement. because he’s not free from the judgement of similar faults.
‘ does it feel better to say it out loud? ’ xie lian asks. sometimes, it’s not enough to know the fact of it yourself. sometimes, speaking it into the air makes it more palpable; more real than just knowledge and a weight that you carry.
‘ while that may be true, you have also done good things for people who some may think that they deserved much less than you have given them. ’ he adds on.
he knows wei ying has done things that many may condemn him for. and they are within their right, but he has also knows that he has defended those who could not defend themselves. of course, he doesn’t know everything, there’s no way he could.
but the intentions that he had, the ones that he currently has do speak a bit louder than past misgivings. at least xie lian feels so.
‘ if you think i am in the right to judge you for what you’ve done, i think you might be in for a surprise. ’ it’s an attempt to lighten the mood, but he’s not too sure if it lands so well. probably not.
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im going to get my second dose of super powers today and depending on if i dont feel anything too bad after i get home/do the bozja update im gonna get working on the asks i got a few days ago
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𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑵 𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑻 . ( lyric starters originating from the works of grandson . mature & dark themes are present , tread with caution . )
❛ tell me what you’re trying to hide . ❜
❛ look me in my eyes , tell me everything’s not fine . ❜
❛ i’ve got a secret i need you to keep . ❜
❛ beg me for mercy . ❜
❛ i’m not so brave , & i’m not so smart . ❜
❛ i’m doing you a favor . ❜
❛ i did a lot wrong that i can’t make right . ❜
❛ i can’t cope . ❜
❛ there’s no difference between you & i . ❜
❛ there’s no way of stopping this . ❜
❛ is there anybody out there that’s paying attention ? ❜
❛ i try to do my part . ❜
❛ how did we get here ? ❜
❛ one day i know i’ll regret it . ❜
❛ i’m in love with the pain . ❜
❛ idle hands are the devil’s best friend . ❜
❛ won’t you help me , please ? ❜
❛ we might not make it ‘til the morning . ❜
❛ i’m a sick joke . ❜
❛ we’re stronger when we’re together . ❜
❛ it’s the same shit , just a different year . ❜
❛ i’m terrified none of it matters at all . ❜
❛ i’ve gotta get out of here as quick as i can . ❜
❛ there’s a knock at your front door . ❜
❛ beg me for mercy . ❜
❛ do exactly what you’re told . ❜
❛ don’t listen to them , you’re not free . ❜
❛ there’s nobody that can stop me . ❜
❛ i’ve got one life so i’m gonna live it . ❜
❛ i don’t want to move on . ❜
❛ where the fuck do we go now ? ❜
❛ my heart keeps fucking up the motherfucking plan . ❜
❛ i’m done playing games . ❜
❛ nobody make a sound . ❜
❛ the higher the crime , the harder the fall . ❜
❛ everybody told me ever since i was young , i should bite my tongue . ❜
❛ i don’t know where i’m gonna go . ❜
❛ i will not apologize . ❜
❛ i think it’s time for a change . ❜
❛ get down on the ground . ❜
❛ sometimes the bad guy wins . ❜
❛ this is my one shot at redemption . ❜
❛ i’m looking up at rock bottom . ❜
❛ i don’t want to get left behind . ❜
❛ is this what you wanted ? ❜
❛ i wish i’d read the signs better , ‘cause the writing was on the wall . ❜
❛ i’m just trying to get used to these changes . ❜
❛ i thought i had the upper hand . ❜
❛ one day you’ll understand why i pushed you away as i ran . ❜
❛ what’s your alibi ? ❜
❛ i’ve gotta get out of this town somehow . ❜
❛ the bad’s been slowly getting worse . ❜
❛ what’s your life worth ? ❜
❛ i’m still trying to find my identity . ❜
❛ somebody call the doctor ! ❜
❛ that which you fear is that which you become . ❜
❛ does any of this pain have meaning ? ❜
❛ i was in over my head . ❜
❛ should we just say ‘to hell with it all’ ? ❜
❛ i’m gonna get away with it . ❜
❛ you think that you can stop me ? ❜
❛ this isn’t gonna be some little fix . ❜
❛ i’m sick of being an optimist . ❜
❛ don’t resist the temptation . ❜
❛ we can all be saved . ❜
❛ i want to feel something . ❜
❛ i’m feeling all this pressure , it’s a weight on my shoulders . ❜
❛ i’m looking for the proof that i’m alive . ❜
❛ all i ever wanted was a little piece & quiet . ❜
❛ i am the thing you created . ❜
❛ i’ve tried getting better , did all of the twelve steps . ❜
❛ if you love me , let me go . ❜
❛ you deserve all you’ve got coming . ❜
❛ i spent my last dollar on a motherfucking cab . ❜
❛ i’ve got no hope , not a sliver . ❜
❛ sometimes the good things don’t last . ❜
❛ i’ll do anything for you , just tell me what you need . ❜
❛ the goodbye is the hardest part . ❜
❛ i never thought it’d come to this . ❜
❛ everything will be okay . ❜
❛ i’ve done bad things to good people . ❜
❛ i’ve got no self control , it’s the root of my evil . ❜
❛ if i were you , i wouldn’t love me neither . ❜
❛ i keep on looking at the world like i’m an optimist . ❜
❛ we can’t go back . ❜
❛ have you ever thought that you don’t know it all ? ❜
❛ i wish you would’ve called . ❜
❛ save me from myself . ❜
❛ nobody really cared , so it never really mattered . ❜
❛ what’s the point in fighting for a happy ever after ? ❜
❛ i’d rather drop dead . ❜
❛ don’t give up that easy . ❜
❛ i can’t keep my shit together . ❜
❛ life is a bitch , she doesn’t fight fair . ❜
❛ i want to live for something . ❜
❛ i want to die for something . ❜
❛ this won’t last forever . nothing ever lasts forever . ❜
❛ i think i need some guidance . ❜
❛ you don’t have to hurt anymore . ❜
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me: (replies to something after like 2 months of bad times and then goes back to being dead)
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feietouhuo:
『 starter for @crownedhighness 』
he swiped his thumb across his blade. as the blood gathered, mu qing threw a distasteful look at the incapacitated wrath. despite causing trouble, they still had the audacity to kick & whine over their life … he flicked a drop of red at it. unlike its original properties, it streaked across the scenery in an iridescent blaze. at first contact, it erupted.
where a ghost once laid, a fire took its place. mu qing would take care of the burnt body once he thought of a suitable punishment. to finalize the investigation of the area, the martial god opened up his cultivation. scouting the environment was effortless this way — by reading the natural energies present, he could locate any foreign disturbance in no time.
unexpectedly, he was met with a dense presence. probably denser than his if he forced his meridians shut like that. it meant enough: it was a threat & it only drew closer. instinct took over & mu qing rushed in its direction. his spiritual energy shot out, unmistakable from a bolt of lightning, in an initial attack; however, before passing through the body, it sparked & was repelled.
he halted. since cultivation drew from an individual, it was only natural for it to take up unique characteristics. depending on the person, it also reacted differently. there were only two people in his life where his would respond that poorly to.
a crumpled talisman still gripped in his fist, mu qing now regarded the identified anomaly with a sneer. ❝ xie lian. ❞ why did he have to see him so much this ascension? ❝ i … had thought you were … supposedly … settling down somewhere in the mortal realm? why are you in the southwest? ❞ voice soft as always, but this one was obviously kept soft by the tightness crushing his throat. there was no reason he should be in his territory. & mu qing despised not knowing.
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it’s the burst of what he can assumes is resentment that has him moving quickly, a mild amount of worry building up. if there is something here, what is the possibility of it moving quickly onto people who may be close by? if he were to leave it be, would anyone else come quick enough to prevent causalities?
it’s when he stumbles closer to the scene that the possibilities that have run through his head have slowed to a halt when he realizes that.. oh, someone is absolutely coming his way. and while he’s always expected the worst thing to be the result as per the luck that he’s had throughout his life, this is... not the worst? but by far, it’s not something -- or well, someone -- he was expecting to be run into at the moment.
he also certainly wasn’t expecting to have what could have been practically a lightning bolt shot at him, only to be repelled. shoulders already tense with the fact that he had been prepared to deal with what may have been a significantly strong ghost, it’s when he realizes who the had been the so called “assailant” that they sag a bit. a tad hint of relief, but the tension still lingering.
‘ mu qing. ’ a small tug of a smile in tow, if not a tiny bit strained.
when the question as to why he is in the southwest when he should be settling down in the mortal realm, it occurs to him that PuQi shrine is.. well, very conveniently in the southwest as well. which is completely unintentional, but for the moment he decides to come back to that. that will be a separate conversation itself.
‘ i am it���s. ’ he pauses in his words, more so to make sure his phrasing is correct than to tip-toe around his wording.
‘ there was a sudden burst of energy. i thought it to be resentment. ’ he starts off. ‘ and, it would be better to investigate it, rather than leave it unchecked for too long. but, it’s only you. ’
there’s no malice or ill-intent, but he realizes how it may sound and he cringes inwardly. but it’s been said, can’t be taken back or unspoken. so he clears his throat a bit.
‘ but, if you are here, then there was something to be dealt with? ’
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volumes + chaste.
❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ . + ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse .
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non-verbal prompts | accepting!
the last few days (or if he’s to be really honest with himself, years) have encompassed so much. from patiently waiting for hua cheng’s return to dealing with mild inconveniences that can span from one day to at most a month an a half if it’s to be dealt with properly. everything he can really think of comes up if he thinks too hard about it.
it can’t be no earlier than 7am he wants to assume, because when xie lian blinks his eyes open. eyes mildly bleary with sleep still, he can very faintly see hua cheng who seems to be staring at him.
whenever hua cheng stares at him, it feels as though he’s actually being seen. it’s always a bit.. surprising to say the least. hua cheng sees him for all that he is, and everything that he has been through and still chooses him. at times, he finds it near unbelievable, so despite it all, he does believe it.
and here he is, laying on his side, inky black hair draped across one shoulder and he’s staring him down with his singular eye. xie lian stares back, as unblinking as he can be at the moment. and he gets a slow blink, like a cat. xie lian swears if he wasn’t the most powerful ghost king that he knew, he would be a cat. or a fox, even. you know, never-mind the details, too many details for the morning.
‘ nghhhh. ’ is the sound that hua cheng receives in response to the slow blink he gave. very coherent, not at all sleep induced. so xie lian closes his eyes again and wraps his arms around his husband’s waist, scooting closer in their bed and very much so inching up a little so he can be as close to him as possible.
he makes another sleepy, absolutely coherent sound, pulling himself up enough to place a very brief but chaste kiss to his husband’s lips, lingering no longer than a few moments before he tucks his head under his chin, getting comfortable once again.
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ohisms:
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse .
❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down .
❛ door . hold a door open for my muse .
❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention .
❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink .
❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food .
❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair .
❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse .
❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take .
❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing .
❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] .
❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound .
❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare .
❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them.
❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital .
❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told .
❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope .
❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground .
❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry .
❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse .
❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] .
❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face .
❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair .
❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest .
❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair .
❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms .
❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder .
❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] .
❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue .
❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse .
❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after .
❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face .
❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse .
❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back .
❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object .
❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground .
❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse .
❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards .
❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air.
❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse .
❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse .
❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] .
❛ go down . go down on my muse .
❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops .
❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse .
❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body .
❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
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Hua Cheng got sick… again
My art
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alias / name: kasen.
birthday: aug. 27th
zodiac sign: virgo / ox.
height: 5′5″!
hobbies: sleeping, reading, writing with friends, playing bad game league of legends at times, streaming!
favorite color: red, black, orange(?)
favorite book: as of currently?? tgcf probs
last song: lagtrain by inabakumori
last film / show: word of honor!
inspiration: tranquility, flowers, hard-headed determination, the way when you look at something and realize it isn’t pure white but it doesn’t take away from it itself(this might not make sense but it’s like the feeling behind it.)
story behind url: just mixed up your highness and crowned prince really.
tagged by: stolen from @necropotnce
tagging: @honghuas (bc welcome back!!) and @feietouhuo
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there’s a very small frown on xie lian’s face, arms crossed over his chest. he wasn’t upset, no. that was probably the last thing that was really crossing his mind at the moment.
‘ did you not feel like you could bring this up with me? ’ recently, he had been rather busy at times. if it hadn’t been one small thing, it was another. and even after that there would only be a small bracket of time that he could really consider free time really. he gives a small sigh.
‘ i’m sorry i couldn’t hear you out sooner. ’
-- @bodiesburnd ♡‘d
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‘ you said you sell potions? ’ he asks, head tilted and he brushes a stray strand of hair behind his ear.
‘ is there a way that you determine the capability of someone to handle what you bestow onto them? ’ he was genuinely curious! it’s one thing to sell things with no care of consequences that may come for the other party later on, but if there was an actual selection process he’d like to know!
and, maybe if possible, he may consider buying one.
-- @thepastandsake ♡‘d
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