#yong an

[freisende]

White-No-Face and Nameless Spirit

#TGCF

Heaven Official's Blessing Vol. 6 ⚠️ Spoiler

"Body in the abyss, heart in paradise."

Xie Lian had never thought before how abyss is such a vague, blank place, where there is no place for his heart to reside.

No matter how much he suffered, there should be hope somewhere—

At least that was his thought.

White is still white, a pristine color out there which symbolized pureness.

However, this fact totally changed after Xianle kingdom was doomed to be swapped away from earth.

"I want to save the common people!"

Who was he to say such foolish things? Because he was the crown prince? Or because he ascended to heaven at such a young age?

In the end, he was useless; Everything was futile.

Who was him to say that Xianle should have stood above Yong An and not the opposite?

— if it's revenge you seek, nothing should be easier than killing those people who outrighted your kingdom, right?

White-no-face was like a devil peeking out the door waiting for Xie Lian to come to his side.

A half-crying, half-smiling expression on his face—

Perhaps this was the representation of his heart's current condition.

Xie Lian was mournful because he could not do anything when his kingdom was destroyed; but the slight arouse of revenge which fulfilled his heart's void made a horrorific, smiling expression on his face.

He ran, ran, and rushed towards his goal of exterminating that kingdom—

So what if he steeped to such valley? No one would save him anyway. Even though he rescued so many people, didn't they only pay him with betrayals?

Even so, Xie Lian was still holding one speck of sanity in his heart. His morale— in the end he would still like to test if anyone still had kindness in their heart.

If anyone still intended to reach their hand out to him— let's just stop this.

He was exhausted. His will to live was long gone since the time he had died for hundreds of times. His parents were not there smiling to him anymore; his aides and servants were long gone.

Revenge and no revenge still didn't satisfy him and make his heart go to paradise. So why bother?

***

Yet, it only took a spark realization of wish to set him back on track.

That day a "common person" extended their bamboo hat to him and a reason to live again was the trigger.

He tried his best to prevent the calamity he himself was bringing.

Xianle or Yong An, I still want to save the common people!

Yet he was late— the little spirit, Wuming; was the one to become sacrifice.

He could not bear his god to be tainted to such extent; if someone should be tainted, it should rather be his believer, not the god himself.

White should still remain untainted!

With that last thought, Wuming dispersed that day, leaving only Xie Lian to stare— this was the most unbearable moment in Xie Lian's life.

Voidness.

It was another blank point in his life where he once again could not do anything.

However, it was not the same.

Hope is there— it truly exists now.

Just like how Xie Lian's believer never thought that his god was wrong, faith never betrays— hope is always there.

There might be a devil called White-no-face from his behind, but something called aspiration and prospect was there in front of him.

If he should sacrifice his body in the abyss to put his heart on paradise, it would worth it.

After all, Xie Lian finally realized he was not alone.

If he were to fight, his believer is right there beside him. Hong'er, Wuming, Sanlang, Hua Cheng— just like how he would always protect his believer, his believer would protect his god.

No matter what calamity were to pass, even if his body were in the abyss, his heart along with his believer's— are in paradise.

"Your highness, I am forever your most devoted believer."

[habizuh-studios]

Looking back at some random wips is always so fun!! Here's one, actually- it's a TGCF canon compliant drabble i haven't finished in which hua cheng meets feng xin while looking for xie lian.... i was thinking about it and needed to get off my head. it's only exposition, and i was planning to make it into a crack oneshot, but yk... unfinished. anyway, as long as i got the brainworms out, it should be fine. LMK if i should continue this!! <3 :

Again. Again, and again, and again. How long until he finds him? Hua Cheng has been looking for His Highness for countless years. He’s been through thick and thin, through butterflies, Yin Yu, and other rumors. Every time he has a good feeling, and every time his luck fails him. How can he be there for His Highness if his useless luck won’t do the one good thing? His Highness, last he saw him, had been alone. Everyone he knew had left him, including himself. Originally, he was going out to clear his mind. But then he got sidetracked and his instincts took him somewhere else. To the kingdom of Yong’An. He hates this kingdom with all of his undead heart. The kingdom that had caused His Highness’ downfall, the kingdom that was ungrateful for His Highness’ efforts, which disregarded everything and anything anyone has ever done for them- a bunch of ungrateful, spoiled trash with no right to live. But his instincts take him there, so what choice does he have? Perhaps, after the State Preceptor was killed, he went to go take a look. He feels as if he’s close- he passes by a random grave, a few bushes, and walks through the gates leisurely. He is disguised as a youth, about sixteen years old, dressed in wealthy red robes with a low ponytail. He doesn’t put too much effort into this disguise, because there is only one thing that is important; His Highness, the Crowned Prince of Xianle. Everyone here is so happy. They are laughing and running and jumping and playing and singing and showing and performing and- He walks by a stand and buys a cheap steamed bun, biting into it as he turns around- but he freezes. That… that’s… That damn trash bodyguard, Feng Xin!

[rp-guzi]

guzi, if your dad hates lang qianqiu so much why does he talk about him so often?

I'd imagine it's something like...

That feeling if you've got a pebble in your shoe that you can't shake loose, or a splinter wedged in deep. ¯\_( ~ _ ~ ; )_/¯ Sometimes you can't help but talk about what's bothering you. Idk.

Talking is definitely something my dad loves to do. It helps him feel better about things to get them off his chest, I think. I do that too.

The fact that Lang Qianqiu is alive, let alone a god, might be something that reminds dad about how he failed to wipe out the Yong An royal line the way he tried to, even though he worked really hard for decades, and he was so close. There might be more to it than that, too.

I have no special love for Yong An, believe me, but there comes a point when it's probably better to put the past in the past. IDK if my dad can do that any time soon, but maybe one day.

[zazzander]

Do you think Qi Rong couldn't trust the Langs taking in An Le to be actually honourable because (among other things) he was also a ward for a royal family who acted benevolent but actually reviled him? That he was held in contempt at court because of his heritage, and thought it would be the same for An Le?

[pansy-picnics]

HAPPY TANGLED ANNIVERSARY!!! i didnt have time to add all the characters i wanted to last year so this year i made sure i planned ahead 🫡

ft oc cameos by @heyitsjetstream (nadia, ophelia, ariel) and @/a_tangled_odyssey on insta (opal, rodolphus, faith)

[zegalba]

Huang Yong Ping: 'Serpent d’océan' (2012) 130 meter aluminum sea serpent skeleton sculpture

[dasomyong]

An Aggron a day...

something something, I'm gay

[sketchytea]

my piece for the @hws-anthology! it's the gang enjoying some spicy street hotpot on a humid summer's evening 🍲

thanks to the mods for their enduring patience, and for pulling this off. i'm happy to have participated in something like this with so many friends and creators i admire 🧡

[exhaled-spirals]

« Animals might see crisp detail at a distance, or nothing more than blurry blotches of light and shade. They might see perfectly well in what we’d call darkness, or go instantly blind in what we’d call brightness. They might see in what we’d deem slow motion or time-lapse. They might see in two directions at once, or in every direction at once. Their vision might get more or less sensitive over the span of a single day. Their Umwelt might change as they get older. Jakob’s colleague Nate Morehouse has shown that jumping spiders are born with their lifetime’s supply of light-detecting cells, which get bigger and more sensitive with age. “Things would get brighter and brighter,” Morehouse tells me. For a jumping spider, getting older “is like watching the sun rising." »

— Ed Yong, An Immense World

[exis-j-harvey]

Hugo almost died, he was kinda chill about it, the others weren't.

[mexicanvarianz]

Varian your villain arc is showing..

[ahsung]

Behind the Scenes of JANG KI YONG & CHUN WOO HEE for ELLE Korea, May 2024

[cookietastic]

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer

[dramastream]

JANG KI YONG & CHUN WOO HEE for ELLE Korea, May 2024

[agopestkus]

silly creature. What harm she could do? O MY GOD HELL NO-

And some meme

[nerdasstheatrekid]

VAT7K MODERN AU???

yong and hugo are adopted siblings of donella while cyrus is her biological son being in his mid 20s, hugo around 17-18, and I decided to lower yongs cuz i can so he’s around 8 years old