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Boss makes a dollar

I make a dime

So i staple 5000 pages in sets of five while thinking up angst

On company time

#tgcf #work poems

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The reason we never see Hua Cheng's POV. It's just this:

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hua cheng taught him that phrase

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🎀 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 🎀

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my boys :')

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When your dad is a painter and you're obsessed with Chinese gay novels 🐰

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Hualian comm I did for @bounddreamer on twitter

This was so much fun to do and it's actually the first time I drew them together properly lmao

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post-war Wei Wuxian choosing to hang out with reanimated corpses because he no longer feels like he belongs with the living, because he bears the responsibility for the destruction of his clan, because he has given up his golden core, because he has survived unknown horrors through unknown means, because the only thing that kept him going was revenge and now that that’s done, why is he even here? the only people he occasionally chooses to interact with are his siblings and Lan Wangji and only because they allow him a glimpse of how things used to be, of who he used to be, before the trauma of his self sacrifice, before the horrors of the Burial Mounds, before the depravity of his own acts of revenge, for which he is both lauded and hated in equal measure, but which have cemented the death of who he was just a few short months ago. but both LWJ and JC keep asking him to go back to being the person he can no longer be, and it’s not like he can talk to anyone about what he’s going through, so it’s better to be alone with nefarious creatures who are as damaged as him.

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Lan Sizhui didn't understand, for the longest time, why.

Why he felt the way he did.

Why he reacted to certain things differently than others.

Why he would flinch away from the golden robes of visiting cultivators.

Why the sound of the Jiang river-bell made him sad.

Why the feeling of being called: good made him squirm.

The ghosts of shadows wrapped around his shoulders whisper to pay it no mind. To keep certain behaviors tucked away.

"...It's okay....~

~...Forgive, forget.... most importantly...

HIDE!"

Always a comfort, but always strange.

Who or what were these shadows?

Where did they come from?

Why did they watch over him?

Why so familiar?

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love at first s(word f)ight ⚔️♥️

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all too familiar

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I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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My humanization of Little E-Ming from chapter 146🥺❤

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My sweetie 💕