#yby

[athrisen]

Sijihua Zine has been shipped out so this can finally see the light of day! It was fun working with all the talented folks on this, thanks for having me @shlzine~

I wanted to draw the 100 year old virgin grandpa (and his (dead) beau Rong Changqing) because I've already done the main lovebirds and mr. daddy-issues. Wow, this old boy really knows how to carry a torch, pining after a dead married dude for all those long lonely years atop a snowy mountain... all alone... he needs all the love he can get man

This is so sad, Alexa play despacito

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[yunmeng-jiang]

ok I'm on episode 15-16 of WoH and here are my thoughts so far:

Gu Xiang is like if Jiang Cheng's daughter was also Wei Wuxian's protege. She's the worst of Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian put together and I love her.

She and Cao Weining are like Xuanli if Jiang Yanli had turned out the way Yu Ziyuan wanted her to.

Cao Weining!!! He's so endearing!!!!

I'm coming around on Wen Kexing. I totally didn't trust him before but it seems like he actually cares a lot about Zhou Zishu now. I believe they can work things out between them.

Chengling is my baby son and I hope nothing bad ever happens to him. I'm taking him and putting him in a cozy blanket nest and feeding him soup and hot cocoa.

I feel really bad for Gao Xiaolian. Poor girl. I want her to have a happy ending but it's not looking good for her at the moment.

Han Ying is totally gonna die I'm calling it now. He's too good and narratively convenient to live much longer.

Tragicomic Ghost and Liu Qianqiao are such a power duo. Yes queens kill those lame-ass men! I kinda don't like that they both seem to have tragic love stories with random middle-aged men who possibly abandoned them though.

I NEED to see more of Scorpion King. I keep seeing him in the opening (and closing?) credits and I'm fascinated by him but he's only had like 2 seconds of screentime so far and I'm so curious.

Just met Ye Baiyi and I'm not sure what to think about him. I feel like something really big has to happen for Zhou Zishu to change his mind about the life-saving surgery.

Shen Shen is really annoying. I hope bad things happen to him.

[birbfeedersart]

Ye Baiyi stared at him, at the face he knew better than his own. At the smile that never failed to make his heart race, at the eyes that held more stars than the night sky. He could feel his lips tremble and his nose start to run. His throat was tight and his voice was raw, and he wiped his sleeve over his damp cheeks and said, "Changqing."

"I'm here," answered Rong Changqing, just as he'd promised.

"Ch-Changqing," Ye Baiyi said again, hating the wavering of his voice, the wobbling of his jaw, the shaking of his entire body--but unable to make it stop, unable to help himself.

"I'm here," said Rong Changqing, arms coming up to embrace Ye Baiyi very carefully. The touch was so welcome, it was almost painful--it felt so good to be held that it almost hurt, and Ye Baiyi could not stifle the sob that came from the depths of his heart.

"Changqing-ah," he wailed, only this time it was muffled by Rong Changqing's robes, and so no one else but the pair of them could hear the broken sound, or Rong Changqing's soothing murmurs of, "I'm here, Yiyi. I'm here."

Falling (With Style) on Ao3 !!!

i made this lil comic for my wonderful friend!! it's a scene from her story (which she published anonymously bc she's really shy lol) ANYWAY it's really REALLYYY GOOD, u should DEFINITELY read it!! it made me OBSESSED with rongye, there's not too much content for them overall but i just!! really love them!!! ye baiyi deserves happiness!!!

(megan i'm going to link u here even tho u don't have tumblr, tá grá móra MÓRA agam ort, i hope we'll be allowed meet again soon my dearest darling 💚💚💚🥰🥰🥰)

[yea-baiyi]

say......how do u feel about......

........ye baiyi ???

he is less my favourite character and more my identity at this point — he is undoubtedly the best character in the whole show and the show version of him is the best character to ever exist period. he’s a 20 year old who has been in his 20s for way too long and he complains like it. i clearly have a fondness for characters who are complete bitches. (the book version of him is just an old man in a young body so it’s funny but not HALF as hilarious as this exhausted millennial)

i don’t like yby/xie’er as a ship though, i feel like xie’er has had enough old men in his life. i cant rlly take yby seriously in any ship except in that hilarious threesome fic with wenzhou

[opal-apples]

also I gotta say Ye Baiyi really grew on me. I still have no idea what his background is, but it doesn't matter ♡ he just wants to eat noodles and die happy ♡ homophobic homosexual

[chaos0pikachu]

sometimes I think about xie wang from Word of Honor and I'm like baby, honey, chepito, you have like two lesbians who'd kill for you, and two bisexual women who had been burned by men in horrific ways who were all telling you during Hair Braiding Hours in between slitting throats and looking for the glazed donut that you 👏 deserve 👏👏 better 👏👏 you are pretty enough to get a new sugar daddy who doesn't got twinks - sorry, nephews~~~ - on the side like you're not even the main baby??? your smokey eye is to good for this, your fit is to tight for this, stop letting that man treat you like a grape jolly rancher and stand up!!!

and then he didn't listen and got eaten by snow mountain rip XW this is what happens when you don't listen to the lesbians

[taikanyohou]

“There’s no such thing as immortality, but a living dead.” Huang You Ming As Ye Bai Yi. WORD OF HONOR (2021) - Episode 34.

[tbgkaru-woh]

I've got a new printer so I have a better control over how my artprints and postcards come out color-wise (THANK GOD) so I've went and re-did few pieces for my upcoming merch batch. Are there any artworks you'd like to see included? Whther they're print-ready or not, I can always finish/re-visit those pieces and adjust them :)

[snarkspawn]

yea I'm late but I swear I started it on day 4: white

[dizzybizz]

the them.....

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

my crackpot theory about why ye baiyi let wenzhou go after The Reveal:

he did it bc it's what rong changqing would have done

[cryptidafter]

For the wip ask game: ❄️

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

Ye Baiyi watched Changqing at his cluttered workbench as he carefully sanded the surface of a new longsword with roughened hands. There was a delicateness to his movements, each pass of metal on whetstone precise and careful. Beads of sweat built up on his temple, glinting in the searing red light of the nearby forge. Like this, it was easy to forget how insufferable he could be. Easier still, to imagine reaching over to brush fingertips across the heated skin of Changqing’s forehead…

Baiyi bit the inside of his cheek with enough force to scatter those wayward thoughts, the taste of reality copper-tinged on his tongue.

[dangermousie]

The drama that sums up in its poster everything I watch cdramas for got its license!!!!

[unforth]

I'm rereading The Three Musketeers, for the umpteenth time, to prepare for a work thing, and I just came to this passage

Which I love so much that I'd dog-eared the page on a previous read through. Seriously this has to be some of the best dialog I've ever read, one of my favorite fictional scenes of all time, and the reason I have stanned Athos since long before I had the vaguest concept of the word "stan." (In fact, predating the existence of the term "stan" since the song came out in 2000 and I read it first in the mid-90s.)

God, I love Athos.

[Image id: a photograph of a page of a book. The text of the page reads:

"What is your name?" asked the magistrate.

"Athos," replied the musketeers.

"That's not a man's name, it's the name of a mountain!" cried the magistrate, who was beginning to lose his head.

"It's my name," Athos said calmly.

"But you said your name was d'Artagnan!"

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did!"

"Here's what happened. The guards said to me, 'Monsieur d'Artagnan?' and I answered, 'You think so?' They told me they were sure of it, and I let them have their way because I didn't want to irritate them. Besides, I couldn't be sure I wasn't mistaken."

"Sir, you're insulting the majesty of the law!"

"Not at all," Athos assured him imperturbably.

"You're Monsieur d'Artagnan."

"You think so too?"

/end ID]

JUST. KING. SHIT. I love him so much. 😭 And I'm realizing these are god-tier Ye Baiyi vibes, no wonder I fell so hard for him.

[booksandwords]

Xie'er could feel the Xie Wang part of him losing patience before he put a mental lid over that boiling pot. He's not used to being denied physical intimacy, no matter how awkward or unique the situation.

For better yesterdays by @tbgkaru-woh

This is a beautiful fic. I didn’t know what I was getting into when I clicked on it, the tags kinda explain what is going on but make much more sense in retrospect. A combination of YeXie and RongYe

[omgpurplefattie]

for the character-centric stories prompts, Ye Baiyi and "What would happen to a houseplant in their care?" ♥

“She’s not going to kill you if they don’t all survive,” Rong Changqing had told Ye Baiyi after Rong-furen had finally stopped with her instructions, repeated instructions, and even more admonitions.

“Not so sure,” Ye Baiyi said, trying to commit to memory what the little yellow orchids needed. They wanted little water, right, but regularly, and they could never be allowed to remain standing in a puddle?

Compared to the orchids, the large pot of silvergrass was simple. The kitchen herbs were even simpler -- give them two ladles of water whenever they started looking a bit wan.

“Don’t think about the damn plants,” Rong Changqing assured him, “the main thing is you keep training Xuan-er and make sure he goes to bed before midnight. And don’t let him tinker in my workshop by himself. At least not after midnight. Please? Baiyi?”

If Changqing looked at him like that, with his beautiful smile and beautiful eyes, what else could Ye Baiyi do but grumble “I’ll try to” ungraciously, rather than smile back and reflect the things that Changqing made him feel. Every. Single. Time.

You’d think he would be used to it by now. For the Heavens’ sake, Xuan-er was already nine; the pain in those feelings should have worn down, become dulled and familiar. Perhaps it was the immortality that Rong Changqing had so unwisely cultivated and then dumped on Ye Baiyi; not only Ye Baiyi’s body, even his feelings were preserved forever unchanging in a block of clear ice.

“Don’t look so crestfallen, Baiyi,” Rong Changqing said. “It’s not even a month; we just have to be at the wedding of my lady’s youngest brother. We’ll hurry back as fast as we can. And Xuan-er can help you. If you’re really scared of what she’ll do to you if her chives have turned into hay, or the forge cats have peed on the basil.”

“I’m not scared,” Ye Baiyi grumbled. “I’m just offended that you wouldn’t even trust me with a fucking potted houseplant. I can feed the forge cats all right, and make sure that Xuan-er eats every day and sets nothing on fire. So why should I kill the damn orchids?”

“The forge cats,” Rong Changqing laughed, “will complain very loudly if you don’t feed them every day. Plants, however, just wilt quietly, and before you realize it, they’re dead.”

“Speak for yourself,” Ye Baiyi said, glaring up at Changqing, “I know what qi feels like, and I won’t let it falter.”

“Course you do,” Rong Changqing said, easily, but Ye Baiyi felt he still didn’t believe him. He made a face.

***

Two lunar months later, the Rongs returned, with a lot of gifts and good food for Xuan-er, and a few books they had thought Ye Baiyi might like, as well as a few bottles of syrup for him to flavor his snow with.

Xuan-er had built a box that would shoot crossbow bolts without the crossbow, steadily feeding them into the mechanism; he proudly presented it to his father, and they took quite a while to take it apart and then improve it so it would shoot even faster.

Baiyi went and had some snow with pomegranate syrup; it wasn’t bad, really. He perched on a rock and looked into the valley where he hadn’t been for so long, except in especially fierce winters, and then only for a little bit.

He didn’t know how he felt about Changqing and Rong-furen being back. Life with Xuan-er had been fun; they had trained every day, there had been no set bedtimes or mealtimes for either of them, and they had just ambled through their days in the snow. Xuan-er’s martial arts had taken leaps and bounds with nobody to interrupt him. He did look a little unkempt now, but really, all those hot baths were overrated, especially for a nine year old.

It was already getting dark when Rong-furen came out to get her husband and son from the workshop; the fire was going, and she had been cooking dinner.

“What have you done to my plants?” she asked, casually, as she passed Ye Baiyi.

“Nothing,” he said, “except what you’d told me. The forge cats were much harder to take care of; the calico brought out her kittens, and we kept running after them. Xuan-er shot at an eagle who tried to grab one. They’re all doing fine.”

“Don’t deflect,” Rong-furen said. “My plants have never been this lush and healthy. You have made cuttings from the orchids, and the roots are coming on fine; the basil is almost a tree now, and the other herbs fairly burst from their window boxes. I have noticed the kittens because they were playing hide-and-seek in the silvergrass and jumping up to catch the fronds. The lotuses in their basin and the peonies in their container are already flowering even though it’s early for them, this far up. You turned out to be an excellent gardener.”

“I just did what you told me,” Ye Baiyi said. “I checked every day, and made sure the forge cats didn’t pee on them. That’s all.”

He may have been feeding the plants a little of his qi, but hey, he was an immortal, he had the stuff to spare.

“Do you want to carry on doing it?” she asked. “I have seen the way you repotted the little blue orchids; there was so much care and attention in the work. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Nah,” Baiyi said, “they’re your plants. I just didn’t want to be the one who killed them. Changqing -- well, he thought I’d screw up, so I wanted to show him I don’t. I’m no good at this, and the plants don’t really like me. I’m the last person you want as a gardener, really.”

“If you change your mind -- any time,” she shrugged, and went about her errand.

Changqing and Xuan-er emerged from the forge even before she had reached the door; they were holding out the kittens and talking enthusiastically while they walked back towards the house and their dinner.

“Good job, Baiyi,” Changqing said vaguely as he passed Ye Baiyi on his perch; he reached up to clap him on the upper arm, then went inside with his family, plants and Baiyi already forgotten.-