#tiantangs

[roscvcins]

Everyone knows the lady of 红缨园 rarely decides to greet her guests when the show is over. Wei Zanying has made a name for herself - cool and aloof with most of her audiences, it's said that short of royalty, she rarely deigns to see ANYONE. A privilege, the streets whispered, of having connections in high places. As such - it is perhaps strange to the average eye that after the afternoon's performance, she has brought him to one of the guest rooms in the back, and herself came to sit once she has changed out of the heavy robes, wiped the exaggerated makeup off her face, and taken the heavier baubles from her hair.

But - the secret of her business, perhaps, is that Zanying knows and sees, with her eagle eyes - when it's IMPORTANT to bend the rules a little.

"来我这，不��图个清雅闲致吗?" She pours them both a cup of tea as she sits. "大人一直绷着脸，是���情不佳，还是对我这出戏有什么不满意?"

@tiantangs liked for a starter ! feat. (maybe. jing'an gets a day off. idk.))

[yingren]

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

[ from xuán huāyìn ! also hiii c: ]

if only luck had anything to do with it. beneath layers of soft fabric, scars stretch across his skin like blooming flowers — beautiful in their own way, yet twisted and distorted. ren has never had the privilege of relying on luck. instead, he bears the unfortunate burden of something far more relentless. it doesn’t matter how deep the grave, how heavy the dirt that covers him, he will still claw his way back to the surface every time. like some wretched, undead thing, he will rise again, hair matted with soil, blood dried into his clothes, the faint scent of spider lilies clinging to his skin. death is not an end but a revolving door, a cycle he is cursed to repeat. it’s the kind of story whispered in the dark, too grotesque to be real, too cruel to be fiction — like a cautionary tale meant to keep children from wandering too close to the edge of cliffs or into the pull of rushing waters. but for ren, there is no warning, no escape. defying death isn’t an accident. it isn’t luck. it is his fate — less a cure, more a poison, inescapable and absolute.

❝ is this what you call only a scratch ? ❞ provocative by nature, he has never been one to shy away from danger. whether it’s blades forged in the hottest fires, burning talismans, poison-tipped arrows, or hands that feign gentleness while craving blood, he meets them all without hesitation. running has never been an option, these things will find him regardless. facing the shadows or trying to outrun them makes no difference in the end.  

his hand rises, fingers rough and numb as they trace over yet another scar. this one stretches across his shoulder, resembling the kind of mark left behind by years of carrying a strap over it, only this is no ordinary imprint. the scar is pale, carved deep into his skin by something sharp and merciless. the wound he seeks help for today is nothing compared to that. perhaps it is just a scratch after all, a particularly nasty gash across his waist. the dark fabric of his clothes does well to conceal the blood, though it has long since dried, leaving only the faintest trace of iron in the air. yet, despite its dryness, it feels filthier than ever. of course, seeking aid is only part of the reason he’s here. the real motive is far less noble. this place, this momentary refuge, is merely an excuse — a place to slip into the shadows and evade the latest group in pursuit of him. their hunger is relentless, their search unyielding. like starved dogs on the scent of fresh prey, they track his every move, waiting for the chance to sink their teeth in.

ren sits perched on a wooden stool, positioned precariously close to xuán huāyìn, near enough to be exposed, yet far enough to observe him from various angles. his gaze lingers on the man’s dark hair, streaked with threads of grey that seem almost unnatural against the youthfulness of his face. looks can be deceiving, ren knows this better than most, but he has never encountered anything quite like this before. surely, word must have traveled through the city, reaching even his ears, though he has a tendency to disregard such whispers. rumors, after all, are seldom reliable sources of truth. yet, amidst all the speculation, one undeniable whisper remains: xuán huāyìn’s prescriptions do not fail. that alone is enough to be considered remarkable.

❝ humor me then, if you will. how should i treat it ? bedrest ? a salve ? ❞ it doesn’t matter what the answer is, not to ren. the wound will heal itself as certainly as the sun will rise the next day. he flicks a hand dismissively in the air, exhaling a soft sigh. ❝ it’s late, i hope i am not keeping you from more ... exciting evening plans. ❞

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

@tiantangs sent a hidden injury meme:

"Wait - you're bleeding." [ from mù qiào ! ]

Despite Huaisang's best tries to not get into any fights or receive any injuries, he did occasionally fail. Most would believe that someone like Nie Huaisang would make a big scene for the slightest of injury, and the Headshaker certainly would, but not Huaisang. Not when he wasn't currently playing the role of the pathetic Headshaker. In fact, he isn't even Nie Huaisang tonight. Not even dressed in Nie robes.

Disguised in plain robes, he had been looking into some things when something unplanned happened and it might've gone really bad had it not been for another cultivator intervening. Someone far stronger and more skilled than him.

Huaisang thanks the stranger and then turns to leave, not wanting to linger, when he is stopped. His gaze goes to where the other is looking and he smiles. "Ah, no, that's not mine. Do not worry." It is indeed his blood, but he just want to return to the inn, sleep and then return home.

[realmsethereal]

@tiantangs asked: "Do not fool yourself; you cannot lie to me." [ from devil god xiāo jìn, to whomstever would like himb ! ]

"I may not be able to lie to you, but that does not mean I must give you the full truth either." She countered smoothly, looking up from where she's been thrown by the guards. Chin lifted in defiance as she locked her gaze with his, refusing to show fear even in the face of one that could easily bring about her end. Fear of death after all had been beaten out of her long ago. There were worst fates.

"I was sent as a diplomatic representative from my kingdom. Is this how you treat your potential allies?" Even with the illness raging through her body, leaving her as delicate and weak as a mortal, her parents had still chosen to send her to his realm with the offer of a secret alliance. Deciding she was the best choice over the rest of her siblings, even with her failing health taken into consideration. Why they had chosen her she was still trying to figure out as she rose from the ground. Poise and grace filling each move with the fluid grace of a killer until she was standing before him, chin still lifted high.

[adversitybloomed]

🌸  ┊ letter received from  @tiantangs       Xiāo Jìn : “ i am a god. you… you’re nothing. “ / emotionally intense prompts.

          Mulan could sense that the Devil God was trying to goad her into either a reaction filled with anger or one with reflective shame  ━━ and though his words stung her at her heart a bit, she could not help but feel pity towards the immortal. choosing neither, she simply looked at him, a slight frown touching upon her lips, as she felt herself longing to ask why he felt the need to try and belittle her. though she knew that it would not be proper, she wanted to ask him who had hurt him, for it had to be the reason why he felt the need to say something so hurtful to her in order to feel better about himself.

          taking in a breath, she held it for a moment before releasing it.     ❝  it must be difficult for you to make friends, if you find the need to insult a stranger in order for you to appear more powerful.  ❞    shifting slightly, her gaze met with his own to show that she was unafraid.       ❝  i am unsure of who hurt you... for you do not know me well enough to call me a nothing. but, i hope that you heal one day and that you can realize that you can hold power and still be kind.  ❞

[yishuns]

❝ nevertheless, i can’t shake this strange tightness in my chest. ❞

[ for zhanying, from tónghuā ! is he just having some late-night anxiety over drama in the court ? or is it something more sinister, a flare-up of his illness ? whomst knows ... ~ ]

he searches his memory for the last time he’d spent the night in his own bed, and comes up with a handful of hazy moments viewed from a distance, as if the one who had the leisure to complete their nightly ablutions before putting themselves to bed was a different person altogether; as if the person who lived his life before the royal physician had announced that the emperor’s days were limited was someone else, someone who did not understand that any moment now, their best friend would be taken from them.

if zhanying were a more selfish man, he would beg. he would plead, threaten, hold tonghua’s life hostage if only to preserve it. zhanying knew intimately that the emperor was not lacking of will, and would hold on to life if there was something he deemed more important he had yet to accomplish. zhanying, against reason or honor, wanted tonghua to see that there was nothing more important — to him, at the very least — than to be able to stay by tonghua’s side: the emperor and his general, and even before that, the bright village boy and his commoner best friend.

as it was, he’d lived his life never acting on these more selfish thoughts, and even now he could not bring himself to ask tonghua to survive, not if it meant he had to suffer his illness beyond what he already had to bear, if it was only for zhanying’s sake.

perhaps, too, a part of him expected to be rejected — for tonghua had always been more noble and self-sacrificing than he — and in secret, zhanying feared its potential sting. he recognized now that it was the same part of him that held him back from confessing his feelings every day, the cowardly instinct that he could not overcome with sword or spear alone.

the time they had was slipping through his fingers with every moment, and zhanying could not bear it if he was forced to spend any of it away from his emperor’s side.

but it was too much to ask of him to call tonghua your majesty now, as if he still belonged to everyone else when zhanying wanted for tonghua to belong only to himself. so he bows his head to mitigate the disrespect, pressing his forehead to the back of tonghua’s hand in a tender caress.

“if i could,” he says with a trembling voice, “i would bear all this for you.”

@tiantangs, prompt.

[h3artf3ltint3nt]

desperation makes you crafty.

[ from liú xūnfèng ! ]

the deeper the water... pt. 1.

Kexin's reply is a dry, humorless laugh. "I'm quite aware of that now, thank you," she continues, pouring herself another cup of wine. And maybe if she hadn't been so stupid and naive she would have been able to see that sooner and just maybe there would have been something she could have done to prevent....everything.

[roscvcins]

@tiangtangs asked : [ defend ] your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them .

[ for rou rou, from shēng yuán ! because i never know how to interpret these LMAO, it's meant to be shēng yuán defending her ( and very adamantly ), whether she's right there or just overhearing ... 8)c ]

The palace TALKS, and it's the first rule that anyone learns - not to listen.

From the inner palace, the talk has spread - to the court, to the circles of young nobles and ladies in the capital. Her intentions - even her father's intentions - have come under scrutiny. After all, on paper, there aren't MANY motivations for a young lady, whether or not her family is KNOWN to the imperial household, to spend her days at the emperor's sick bed.

Still - she hadn't expected someone to come to Sheng Yuan about it. Perhaps she had simply stood TOO LONG in someone else's way?

Qi Rou steps away for a moment in the afternoon while Sheng Yuan falls into one of his short sleeps, and returns to this. It's rare, to hear him raise his voice when he's usually so well-spoken and gentle. When the minister - messenger? She's unsure, hidden in the side room - has left, and she finally emerges, his face is still a little red.

When she crosses the room and her fingers brush across her cheek she can feel the heat. A smile rests gently against her lip as she pushes the hair out of his face, and presses a kiss to his cheek. "...殿下真好."

She flips her hand and feels his forehead with the back a moment later, brows knitting. "但是殿下要记得，比起他们，我更在乎你."

[yingren]

it was never really about whether or not mù qiào liked carving in the first place: the act itself had never been something he would've considered taking up as a pastime on his own; rather, it was the attention he'd received --- the moments wherein ren's gaze had almost seemed to soften, wherein his attention had been focused solely on mù qiào --- that had made him take a shine to it. and so, naturally, even when the person who'd made the memory so sweet and treasured wasn't there to recreate it, when mù qiào had felt himself slipping, he'd picked up a piece of wood and started to work away at it. the little horse he's carved hardly bears any resemblance to the real thing --- its snout is too short and too broad, its legs too stunted --- but the care that's gone into its crafting is no less heartfelt for it.

( pay no mind to the little irregularities and nicks in the horse's body where mù qiào's hand slipped when the pain grew particularly severe. he's accepted it as a fact of life, now; it's hardly worth mentioning. )

--- the mù qiào who shows up quietly one evening and holds it out in offering looks nothing like the mù qiào who'd been smiling and chatty only days ago. pallid and visibly unwell, mù qiào leans against a tree for support and tries to ignore the taste of blood and bile at the back of his throat. the burning pain in his chest is back --- it always gets like this when he's heading for a particularly severe qi deviation.

"ren-dàgē," he calls out softly, sheepishly holding out the little horse in offering, "i made this for you ... "

as usual, the silence of the night is anything but calming. a chorus of strange and familiar sounds drifts through the dark, sometimes the soft rustle of wind weaving through leaves, other times the brisk and purposeful steps of animals cutting paths through the underbrush. ren has long since grown fluent in the quiet language nature speaks. what once sounded like aimless murmurs in the trees now plays like a melody he knows by heart. so it’s no surprise when he senses someone approaching. he isn’t expecting visitors, certainly not this late and he had seen mu qiao not long ago, shared words enough to consider their connection for the day complete. but still, the young man has returned, seeking him out for reasons yet unspoken. ren doesn’t need to question why. and he certainly won’t turn him away. the thought wouldn’t even occur to him — unless, of course, refusing was the only way to keep mu qiao safe. only then. lately, his days haven’t been too cruel. not particularly difficult or punishing. there’s been a rare stretch of calm, uninterrupted days that have passed with a kind of ease he’s learned not to question too deeply. maybe it’s luck. maybe it’s borrowed time. for all he knows, it could all unravel tomorrow. it wouldn’t be the first time. but for now, what he does know and what he trusts enough to hold onto, is this: he enjoys mu qiao’s company. and that, in the moment, is enough.

it takes ren longer than he’d like to admit to realize that something isn’t quite right. the moment his eyes land on mu qiao, or more specifically on the object cradled in his hands, there’s a flicker of something close to delight. or, at least, ren’s version of it. for most, it might be hard to tell. his expression doesn’t shift dramatically, just the faintest lift at the corners of his mouth, a single eyebrow raised in quiet intrigue. he never looks quite as pleased as he feels. but when he finally speaks, there’s a marked softness in his voice that gives him away more than his face ever could. ❝ you made this ? it’s quite - ❞ lovely. the word barely has a chance to leave his lips before it's swallowed whole by a sudden, sharp prickle of worry, an ache that sparks behind his eyes like a flare. mu qiao looks awful. pale, unsteady — sick. ren isn’t sure what name to give it, only that something is very clearly wrong. he knows what it is, he simply does not want to acknowledge it. the wooden horse is quickly, almost absentmindedly, tucked into a pocket as ren moves to steady him, guiding mu qiao down with gentle urgency. he kneels beside him, careful as he shifts the younger man to rest against the nearest tree, hands already moving on instinct. his brows are drawn tight, worry etched into every line of his face as his fingers smooth over the folds of mu qiao’s clothing, searching — hoping, desperately, that there’s no hidden wound beneath. no blood to darken his palms. at least that would mean he isn't physically hurt. well, sort of.

❝ do tell me you did not use your last energy on carving that for me. ❞ there’s no real weight behind his reprimand, whatever sternness he tries to muster is undercut by the gentle tone of his voice. ren finally settles beside mu qiao, offering his shoulder as a place to rest should he need it. as he does, his hand instinctively reaches into the pocket once more, retrieving the wooden horse to examine it more closely in the dim light. ❝ mu qiao, ❞ this time, he does sound serious, though each syllable is tinged with a hint of pleading. ❝ i’m proud of you so don’t let me down now, you hear me ? tell me, instead, what i can do to help ? ❞

@tiantangs / unprompted.

[inkyminx]

Have some more zodiacs (aka the rest of the gang cause I was dying to death during that first batch.

ANNNNNND NOW we have the entire LMK Zodiac (I didn't forget to add this earlier wdym)

[lynxgirlpaws]

:D

[lostwysteria]

(Part 12. Warning! Contains a make out sesion that leads to a fade to black. Hope you enjoy!

Also, you guys are awesome!)

Masterlist

Ling and Wreck were silent after that. It was a comfortable kind, though. Wreck was playing a chill tune from an old video game.

Ling just let his mind wander as his hands followed the familiar pattern.

His life had changed so much in just a week. It was honestly shocking how un-shocking it felt. He felt more at peace than he had in years. He had two permanent charges and a steady way to settle his Trust driven instincts. For the first time in so long he felt steady and sure.

He felt… loved, if that was the right word for it.

The elevator dinhed and Miss J and Nice strode out.

“Alright you two. In two weeks time, Homemaker is getting kidnapped again and Wreck is going to be his knight in shining armor. We’re going the whole love prevails and redeems route.” She rolled her eyes so hard Ling was surprised her glasses didn't crack.

Nice had practically skipped over to Ling and gave him a quick hug and nuzzle before skipping over to Wreck and giving him a kiss as he sat down beside him. He cozied up to the black haired man with a purr. Wreck looked startled and then delighted.

“Since when can Nice purr!?” Miss. J asked in bafflement.

“Since last year, according to him.” Ling answered as he finished his row of stitches. He gave her his full attention after he set his project down. “We're kidnapping me?”

Miss. J shook herself out of the daze she was in over the purring human. “Yes. Nice will be at an event and you will be taken in public while out looking for a gift for Nice.”

“I reserve the right to defend myself if they get too rough.” Ling said as he took off his slip on shoe and brandished it. Wreck choked.

“You mean you wield the dreaded ‘La Chancla’!?” Wreck asked before howling with laughter. Ling would never admit it, but even that little bit of Spanish sounded hot coming from Wreck. He bet French or Italian would sound downright sinful coming from Nice. Ling shook that thought from his head.

“I’ll wallop you if you push me.” Lin Ling threatened. Wreck just laughed harder. “Part of my powers. It's one of my few physical defenses. Shut up!” he threw the shoe with startling accuracy. Wreck was knocked off the piano bench with a startled and pained yelp. Nice chuckled as he caught the shoe afterwards.

The white haired hero walked over and sat down on the floor and gently put the slip on back on Ling’s foot. He then got back up and went to check on Wreck. Lin Ling was blushing like mad.

Miss. J looked so done.

…

Wreck pushed Nice down onto the bed. Ling was hammering out details with Miss. J and that granted them time alone.

“Fuck. I missed you, Xiaoxing.” Wreck said in between kisses. Nice gasped and shuddered at hearing his real name.

“I missed you more, Tiantang.” Nice whined as sharp teeth grazed a sensitive part of his neck.

“I find that hard to believe. What with that cutie-pie you found.” Wreck teased. He nibbled at Nice’s neck, making sure not to leave marks where they would not be seen.

“You like him? I thought you might, love. I decided he could be ours.” Nice gasped as Wreck’s hand wandered lower, barely grazing where he wanted it to touch.

“Is that so?”

Shirts were removed and Nice arched into Wreck’s touch as kisses were trailed across a porcelain pale chest

“Yes. We can't let him go. Have you seen him? He’s perfect for us. And I found him. I saved him from his own attempt, you know. He was thinking about jumping as well.”

Wreck paused, debating on saying something until Nice squirmed in a very appealing way, grazing some sensitive parts with his leg.

“Alright. I'm game. Let's seduce the pretty thing you found us.”

“Oh, A-Tang. I knew you would see it my way.” Nice purred. “Let me show my appreciation”

No more words except expletives and love were said for the next two hours.

…

Ling got back to the apartment and sighed in exhaustion. Miss. J was a taskmaster and a half.

He stopped by the coach. Nice and Wreck were asleep on the couch with a movie playing. He draped the blanket he finished while ironing out the details with Miss. J over them. He then got his own and sat down on the other end. He’d seen the movie before and it was pretty good.

He grinned when he caught sight of the hickey on Wreck's neck. He was glad they had a good time.

[adversitybloomed]

🌸  ┊ letter received from  @tiantangs      Supreme Demon Lord, Wáng Zhìsǐ  : “ do you truly think so little of me? ” / emotionally intense prompts.

        ❝  i do not know you well enough to think of you at all.  ❞    she said bluntly, as she sat across from him at the table. knowing that it was rude, she found herself not caring, for while others had attempted flattery or pompousness, she figured he deserved the truth. while she had done her research before this meeting, Hua Mulan could find little about the Supreme Demon Lord that would be useful to know and be of any use. it bothered her greatly, especially since it left her feeling under prepared for any type of situation, let alone diplomacy talks for a potential treaty.

          she had tried to tell the others that she was not the best choice for matters such as these ━━ for though she was skilled in many ways, politics and flattery were not among them. she doubted that she could help broker peace. at first, she had simply prepared herself to allow the other members to speak, figuring that with their skillset and abilities, this would be over quick enough. but, Wáng Zhìsǐ was smart and it seemed that things were not going as planned for

          ignoring the dark glances casted her way from those who had joined this meeting, she simply shifted into her seat, elbow moving to lean on part of the wood that held her cushioned seat.    ❝  i may hold the title of God of War and long for peace, but i am not so good with pretty words like the others here.  ❞    she confessed, her gaze meeting with his own.      ❝  i can only hope that you too, are sick of the endless bloodshed that both sides have faced. we have lost a great deal and stand to loose more if this continues on. in my opinion, we should be doing what is right by the people, not what will give one side the most gain.  ❞    sighing she could feel one of the advisors leaned in to tell her to stay quiet and let them handle this, but she simply raised her hand to interrupt him from speaking, knowing that she was just asked a question, one that she would give an answer to.

        ❝  though my thought of you may be little, but i can see from how you have conducted yourself that you are a leader and warrior. would you not agree that doing what is right is what is most important here, rather then letting petty squabble negate us from that ?  ❞

[yishuns]

❝ sitting here feeling sorry for myself won’t solve anything. ❞

[ for lzy, from shēng yuán, who definitely just spent the past however-long making an incredibly compelling argument for why he ought to be able to go visit the military camp to boost the troops' morale, even tho he literally just got done coughing up blood --- 8)c ]

in most circumstances, lie zhanying believes himself to be a capable general. at least — in circumstances where his skill set as a general is relevant. even as the emperor’s final line of defense, he doesn’t know what to do with this one.

he had stood and listened patiently as sheng yuan outlined his reasons for heading to the war zone, of course. zhanying wasn’t so rude as to disrespect the emperor by interrupting him, no matter how many times he’d wanted to interject with his opinion (that’s stupid) or object to sheng yuan putting himself in danger (foolish and unnecessary), so it was a testament to his self restraint that he’d managed to keep his silence throughout the argument.

because really, and there was no kind way to say it, but the truth of the matter was this: in the condition sheng yuan was in, zhanying feared that contrary to any noble intentions, the emperor’s presence in the camps might instead demoralize the troops. zhanying shudders to think of the chaos that would befall the troops if sheng yuan started coughing up blood, like he’d just done, or worse still, the revolt that could erupt if their emperor fully collapsed in front of them.

but that didn’t bear thinking about, especially when it hadn’t happened yet. zhanying can only do his best to ensure that scenario never comes to pass.

it was times like these that makes zhanying almost wish for jiu’an’s presence — for all that the relationship between them was a rough one, he was the only one who understood sheng yuan — the advisor always had the right words to say, knew the emperor well enough to steer him away from his own hubris, certainly could put intent to speech much better than zhanying was able to — if jiu’an were here, zhanying could look to him for the correct answer, could trade commiserating looks of exasperation for their emperor’s self destructive tendencies, could find sympathy in someone who shared the struggle of being fond of sheng yuan. jiu’an would know how to keep sheng yuan safe, from both his enemies and, perhaps especially, from himself. as frustrating as it was to admit, zhanying only really had experience with one of those things.

the general may not be sure what his emperor is trying to solve, exactly, but zhanying is a logical man, and he has his own guesses.

(as a logical man, zhanying values his life; but above that, he values the trust that sheng yuan has placed in him. concealing the truth in favor of acceding to sheng yuan’s wishes might be the easy way out, but the voice in his heart calls, when have you ever chosen the easy path? if the truth will sway the emperor’s resolve, what blame can be laid on zhanying?)

“your majesty,” zhanying speaks haltingly, each pause heavy with the weight of thought put behind every word that leaves him, “this one thinks… if your majesty goes out there, it will be more of a distraction to the soldiers than anything else.”

it’s a tightrope that he’s balancing on, toeing the line between being truthful and being manipulative. zhanying is aware that while he’s only speaking his mind, it doesn’t preclude him from playing on sheng yuan’s aversion to being an inconvenience. still, it’s the best he can do with such little notice and no help. zhanying can only hope that his best is enough.

(still, it’s undeniably a manipulation, a crossing of lines drawn in the sand, and zhanying feels guilty about it, but if this is the price to pay to keep sheng yuan safe…)

he hesitates again, partly out of fear of overstepping, but eventually his concern overrides even that as he adds in that same halting manner, “perhaps… would you. that is. would your majesty like to… talk about what’s bothering you? this one would be honored to listen.”

@tiantangs, prompt.

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

The best part of making playlists is you sometimes stumble on something you might never have heard before, and it ROCKS YOUR FUCKING WORLD.

Tiantang (Heaven) by Tengeer. Absolute banger, completely blew me away.

The live performance from 2018 is also excellent

[straightally2001]

Name: Tiantang Mifan

Nicknames: Tian (By Friends) and Love Bug (By Syntax)

Age: Same as Tang

Gender: Nonbinary

Sexuality: Demisexual

Species: Human and Cicada Hybrid

Appearance:

Human-

Cicada-

(Antennas are under his hat)

Personality: They are kind, caring, compassionate, loyal, helpful, dependable, determined, smart, clever, and hard working.

Powers/Abilities:

Chi manipulation - They can manipulate golden chi energy, often manifesting as barriers and seals. This magic resembles a circle of cicadas.

Teleportation - They can teleport themself and others away, usually with the help of his Khakkhara.

Bubble shield - By using their Chi energy, they can create a shield around themself and others.

Exorcism- They can use their magic to exorcise demons, spirits, and energies during rituals

Psychokinesis- They can manipulate objects and even levitate, hover and fly, their own body with their mind.

Flight and Hovering- They can use their psychokinesis to lift himself and remain suspended in the air, even flying at high speeds.

Combat Abilities- They can use their psychokinesis to throw objects, stun or immobilize enemies, and even crush objects.

Weapon: Spade

Likes: Rice balls (their favorite food), tea, reading, movies, music, singing and dancing (but shy to do it in front of others), science, inventing, engineering, tinkering, technology, and her friends.

Dislikes: Things he doesn't understand, bullies, liars, cheaters, thieves, crime, evil, villains, and losing his friends.

Fear(s): Things he doesn't understand, which causes them to shut down and have panic attacks

Crush: Syntax

Ship Name: CicadArachnid

Family: Golden Cicada (DNA/ Deceased), Unnamed Scientist (DNA/ Deceased), Unnamed Adoptive Father (Deceased), and Others (Unknown)

Favorite Song:

Backstory: A scientist, with psychic powers, discovered that he had a rare incurable disease. After finding some dna from the Golden Cicada, he used it and his own dna to try and make a cure. However, he ended up not making a cure but an egg instead. The egg didn't hatch for many years, during which the scientist died, until one day a rice farmer stumbles across the scientist's lab and finds the egg which hatches. A baby comes out of the egg and the farmer decides to take the baby in and adopt it, naming it Tiantang Mifan.

Tiantang Mifan was raised by their adoptive father at his rice farm until he got a scholarship to college, Megapolis University. So, he had to move to Megapolis City. However during this time their adoptive father passed away, they were really sad by the loss of their adoptive father but continued college and graduated. He became a scientist/ technician/ inventor,not knowing of his true origin.

He also became friends with Team Monkie Kids and joined the team, helping them on adventures and etc.

Other: They would probably be voiced by the Ultimate Voice Actor (@squeaky_harold).