fengyas

[fengyas]

[explodes into a puddle of flesh] CHANG GENG!!!!!!

#. ⚝ : 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. #tbd. #i'm more than halfway through spl and he makes me feel all sorts of things. #can volume 4 come faster PLEASE #one of my biggest regrets is not reading this when the fan tl was still available the wait is a torture #yes hi this is unrelated to rp i just needed to vent somewhere.

[fengyas]

I love being a horny little bitch. No one can slutshame me. It has no effect. It just turns me on. I’m an almighty god.

#. ⚝ : 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. #. ⚝ : 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗎𝖾.

[fengyas]

@𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 sent: yang-yang always here to kiss the most handsome husband in the world ! ♡

        « papa! »

        the joyful cries of children echoed in the quietness of the night before he could even reach the brightly-lit wooden platform of the porch. from a distance away, a little boy about the age of six and his older sister, who looked no older than nine, both ran toward him at the speed of light. they were the children wen kexing had brought home to xue yang from the market; the two monkeys that they'd adopted as theirs – xiao huan and haoran.         hooked around his legs and waist, haoran was already affectionately nuzzling the robes around his belt, as if his face couldn't be buried deep enough into him to get his affection. clinging onto his right arm, however, his sister xiao huan had very different intentions: instead of his affection, it was his time that she requested. and she spared no time reminding him the promise he had made of teaching her a brand new martial art technique before going out earlier that day.

        wen kexing had a particular fondness for children. these two seemed to know it all too well, since they now dared to make cute little eyes at him, as compared to the first time they had met. if not for the fact that xue yang had interjected to ask them to give him space, he would've probably entertained these two without complaining. for that exact reason, wen kexing took a minute to look at xue yang, a fond smile etching his lips in thanks.

        this was when he realised: that he had yet to kiss his wife.

        whether or not this was his way to remind him that he had forgotten something, wen kexing had no intention to leave him hanging. as soon as the two siblings let go of him, his arm came to wrap itself around xue yang's waist, his lips tenderly pressing against his forehead, followed by the temples, until their lips came into contact for a much, much longer time.

        and only after pulling away did wen kexing whisper. “a'yang, i'm home.”

#saccharot #.・ 𝄂 𝄂 𝄂 𝒗. ❪ 下界 ❫ * 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. #. ⚝ : 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. #first time mentioning the kiddos sobs.

[fengyas]

#saccharot #; ; ♡ 前路 幸与君同: 𝐗𝐔𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆.

[fengyas]

@𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐜𝐬 sent: [ full screenshots: 1, 2. ]

        sharp nails leisurely tapping on the stony armchair of his royal seat in complete detachment, a cheek nonchalantly pressed in the palm of his hand as he listened to the last report of the day with only one ear, wen kexing seemed to notice in passing that the raucous little girl who usually accompanied him everywhere and talked his ears off all day had not shown up from the first hour in the morning to the very last hour of the evening. although he wasn't exactly looking for her for a specific reason, this was a very strange occurrence to say the least.

        but even after making that observation, wen kexing put no more thought into it than he did to the report from his lackey, who was still kneeling in front of him, waiting for his approbation to leave while his gaze fixated on the ground as if fearing that if he looked a little too high, he would incur the wrath of a demon that fed on the souls of living people. the mere sight of it almost gave him a headache, and it took no less than a second for him to wave his hand and utter a you may leave.

        after that, he went to sit on the table next to the window, with his long, red robes trailing behind him like the feathers of a peacock. while he sat to pour himself a cup of wine, he caught sight of gu xiang, who had just made a return, passing by the lackey who'd just finished his report a few minutes ago. she seemed to be hiding something behind her back, and categorically refused to show what it was unless he gave her the permission to sit with him. so naturally, wen kexing agreed.

        only then did gu xiang position a plate of funny-looking lumps of… food, on the table. had this come from anyone else, he would've undeniably interpreted this as a bold attempt at murder in broad daylight without any ounce of shame, and by now, head and limbs would be flying everywhere, blood splashing on the cold floor like an ominous crimson painting on the walls. and while usually, he would never mince his words on the looks of something – or someone, for that matter – he had noticed the cuts and bruises all over her hands as she put the plate in front of him.

        after all, it was hard not to notice such a thing.

        so wen kexing quietly picked up the chopsticks sitting on the plate, listening to her long-winded explanation on how she had made this herself, how safe it was to eat and how he couldn't refuse it, while cutting a piece of whatever-this-was the cake, that he reluctantly slowly brought to his lips. after chewing for a while, he could efficiently say that the taste wasn't too bad; there were hints of nuts and black sesame, a taste that he liked, but it was slightly too sugary for him — to say nothing of the shape of those cakes. obviously, she had gotten some help for this, or else it would've been way worse on the tongue. she wasn't a cook, after all. and he could tell that it'd taken a great deal of effort and will for her to do this.

        and he wasn't mean enough to criticise that. so instead, he said. “it's not bad,” the truth, simply. “but you know i don't celebrate my birthday, why would you go out of your way to make these? isn't that the very proof that you love me enough?” as words came out of his mouth, the ghost of a self-confident smile emerged on his lips, the urge to tease her suddenly blooming in his heart like the buds of a flower.

#caelestcs #. ⚝ : 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. #温客行 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. #months late but thank you for this. she's soooo cute. :< #long post /

[fengyas]

@𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬-𝐨𝐟-𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 sent: [ full screenshot ]

        of the many places wen kexing liked to spend time at, it was often under a big oak tree that kept his skin from burning like crayfish under the rays of the sun that he was likely to be found, with a book of compiled poetry of all kinds in one hand and a fruit in the other. sometimes, it was a big, juicy fruit like apples or loquats. and sometimes, it was something a little bit smaller, like raisins, blueberries or even tangerine cloves.         today, wen kexing was again sitting underneath his favourite tree, but unlike the other times, he appeared to be deep in thoughts, his legs crossed and the palm of his right hand resting on his knee, while the fingers of his left hand rubbed the curve of his chin, obviously uncertain about what to do with himself.         in front of him, an unusual and significant amount of… gifts, if one could call them that way, sat on the grass above a large piece of fabric that one could guess to be quite expensive from the textile alone. from the most simple objects to the most intricate ones, all of them had been gifted to him at very different times of the day. could it be that they were congratulating him on his birthday?

        no, impossible.         wen kexing didn't usually celebrate his birthday and he had no need nor space for all of these gifts; if anything, they were just adding onto the heavy pile he carried with him. then could it be that those people all happened to be generous on this particular day? no, this couldn't be it either. all that he knew was that these gifts were all slightly too cumbersome, and that he would need a hand to carry these back home.

        naturally, he had also sensed the familiar presence of tantai jin behind him, he was used to his very peculiar way of ‘wanting-to-stay-as-quiet-and-unnoticeable-as-it-is-humanely-possible’ and he wasn't surprised in the slightest when a small object in the shape of a walnut was placed on top of his head. but he didn't mind it.

        “ah, there you are. just in time! do you have use for any of these? wait, did you just call me uncle again? aiya, how many times do i have to tell you? it's ge for you, ge!”

#dreams-of-fate #. ⚝ : 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. #温客行 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. #this is so late i'm so sorry thank you for sending this in. <3

[fengyas]

* 🜲 ; #𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖸𝖠𝖲.

selective & independent roleplay blog featuring WEN KEXING of TIAN YA KE. adored by arren, established in may 2021. novel & headcanon-based. open to crossovers and original characters and all chinese muses.

#tyk rp #tian ya ke rp #priest rp #wuxia rp #mxtx rp #mdzs rp #2ha rp #shl rp #danmei rp

[fengyas]

How do I love you? Oh, this way and that way. Oh, happily. Perhaps

I may elaborate by demonstration? Like this, and like this and

           no more words now

—Mary Oliver, “How Do I Love You?”, in Felicity

#saccharot #; ; ♡ 前路 幸与君同: 𝐗𝐔𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆.

[fengyas]

how i use my ask box: a newbie's guide.

the start of a thread through asks is fine if we plotted in the first place. i'm not too good at "winging it" and like to know the direction in which a thread goes.

i enjoy occasional asks that aren't meant to be continued. they're a bit like writing samples and additions to pre-existing verses.

i will not answer to asks that are meant to "break the ice": message me please. it's the best way to start interacting with me.

of course, out of character messages (mutuals or not) are always okay but please be civil and polite: if i'm not comfortable answering, i won't.

asks are not my priority at all ; especially those that aren't meant to be continued. don't expect a quick answer, it'll come when it'll come.

i practically never drop an ask, but if the ask doesn't inspire me after 6 months i'll drop it and that's that. if you don't see a response, consider it dropped. but you're always welcome to send a new one.

feel free to send as many asks as you like. i'm a turtle (always), but i'm writing for my mutuals with pleasure despite that. don't let it stop you.

#. ⚝ : 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.

[fengyas]

When I'm looking at you.

#. ⚝ : 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍.

[fengyas]

#. ⚝ : 𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌.

[fengyas]

random trivia facts on wen kexing.

he has a mole under his left eye.

he is left-handed.

he has long, sharp nails on his right hand. (the other hand is manicured for when he wants to indulge into sexual activities)

his favourite fruits are tangerine and lychee.

his favourite scent is osmanthus.

he likes celebrations of any sort.

he wears a lot of jewels and likes to doll himself up.

red is his favourite colour and he'll always wear a red piece on him.

he is a cat, horse and bird person.

he has a large collection of mini fans.

his love languages are acts of service and physical touch.

#. ⚝ : 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌.

[fengyas]

more development headcanons.

▌ real name :  温客行,  wēn kèxíng.

▌ single or taken :  taken.

▌ abilities or powers : excellent neigong and a superb qinggong to match.  

▌ eye color :  jet black.

▌ hair color :  jet black.

▌ family members : wēn rúyù (father),  gǔ miàomiào (mother),  deceased.

▌ pets : 饺子, jiǎozi. (modern)

▌ something they don’t like :  being perceived as straight, food & drinks that leave a terrible aftertaste in his mouth, the sensation of losing control.

▌ hobbies / activities :  martial arts, wood carving, storytelling, .. .. .brothels.

▌ ever hurt anyone before :  yes.

▌ ever killed anyone before :  yes.

▌ worst habits :  doesn't communicate his feelings in a clear & concise way.

▌ role models :  no one.

▌ sexual orientation :  raging homosexual.

▌ thoughts on marriage / kids :  he doesn't entertain it but isn't opposed to it.

▌ fears :  losing a loved one, abandonment.

▌ style preferences :  colourful robes that are easily adjustable. 

▌ someone they love :  his parents, gu xiang, xue yang.

▌ approach to friendships :  easily approachable unless he doesn't like you.

▌ thoughts on pie :  neutral. he does like a good pie though.

▌ favorite drink :  sweet tea, wine.

▌ favorite place to spend time at :  he never likes to stay at one place, but he’ll want to settle down with a partner eventually.

▌ swim in the lake or in the ocean :  the ocean.

▌ their type :  someone who understands him.

▌ camping or indoors :  camping, especially if it's with a loved one.

#. ⚝ : 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌.

[fengyas]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. original meme.

BOLD: yes. ITALIC: maybe. STRIKE: no way. :)

general.

heterosexual. bisexual. homosexual. pansexual. demisexual. asexual.

enjoys sex with men. women. nonbinary people.

enjoys sex with one partner. two partners. multiple partners.

prefers experienced. moderately experienced. inexperienced partners.

one night stands. friends with benefits. serious relationships.

the light stuff.

private. public. unconventional. nature oriented locations.

submissive. dominant. switch.

top. bottom. soft top. switch. service top. service bottom.

initiates. does not initiate.

zero. low. average. (extremely) high sex drive. hypersexual.

likes to kiss. be kissed. to make out. to be made out with.

vaginal sex. anal sex. oral sex. intercrural sex.

clothed sex. partially clothed sex. naked sex. lingerie/clothing kink.

the medium stuff.

general: having toys used on them. using toys on their partner.  using a plug. using a plug on their partner.  being worshipped. worshipping.  having their hair pulled. pulling their partner's hair.  wax play. power exchange. sensation play.

touch: handjobs. fingering. mutual masturbation. spanking.  scratching. to be scratched.  bruising. being bruised.

oral: cunnilingus. fellatio. anilingus. likes to bite (until it bruises). to be bitten (until it bruises).

sounds: silent. grows in volume. loud. fakes/exaggerates. swears.  calls partner’s name. bites to muffle themselves.  prefers a quiet / loud partner. prefers dirty talk. give/receive praise. tease/being teased.  to be humiliated/degraded. to humiliate/degrade.  calling their partner daddy/mommy. to be called daddy/mommy.

sight: being watched/watch.  third party witness.  blindfolding/be blindfolded.

binding: likes to be held down. to hold down.  likes to be tied up. to tie up.  wear a collar. make their partner wear a collar.  wear a leash. make their partner wear a leash.

the heavy stuff.

general: pet play. discipline.  to be forced to orgasm. force an orgasm.  gagging. being gagged.  being pegged. pegging.  sensory deprivation. double penetration (on partner only).

touch: being fisted. fisting.  being marked. marking.  knife play. gun play. blood play.

oral: likes to deepthroat. to be deepthroated.  to be facefucked. to facefuck.  to bite (until bleeding). to be bitten (until bleeding). to eat a partner's cum. to have their cum eaten.  to eat cum out of an orifice. to have their cum eaten out of an orifice. likes to be spit on/in. likes to spit on/in a partner.

sound: crying. making their partner cry.  screaming. making their partner scream.

breath: likes to be choked. likes to choke.  likes to be smothered. likes to smother.

sight: being broadcasted. broadcasting.

binding: likes to be tightly bound. likes to tightly bind.  likes to be clamped. likes to clamp.  would wear a chastity belt. likes their partner wearing a chastity belt.

#. ⚝ : 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌. #xy is still at fault for that btw :)

[fengyas]

     it was the last night that wen kexing had left to spend in the company of the man who had now forged himself a place into his heart.

     it was a little more than a year ago that, as he had caught one of his subordinates paying a visit to a small pleasure house during a mission, he had unbeknownst to his own knowledge, ran into a man whose existence would change the course of his life. at first, he’d thought nothing of him: xue yang was a charmer, of course, but just like any man who had ever laid in his bed, he was nothing but the appeal of a few hours.

     now however, his opinion of him had taken a turn that even him had not quite ( if not at all ) expected. and yet, he had to leave behind all of his quiet fantasies of a life together for the sake of his unresolved grievances.

     as he watched xue yang sleeping quietly to the side, wen kexing thought – i hope that if my promise to him cannot be fulfilled, he won’t resent me too much.

     while he lost himself further in his thoughts, he felt a sudden urge to write a letter washing over him like the tide. it took only a moment of hesitation before he wrote:

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐗𝐔𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆. 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 “𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴.”

on your slender body your jade and coral girdle ornaments chime like those of a celestial companion come from the green jade city of heaven. one smile from you when we meet, and i become speechless until i forget every word. for too long you have gathered flowers, and leaned against the bamboos, your red sleeves growing cold, in your deserted garden: i can visualise you all alone, a man harbouring his own cryptic thoughts. you glow like a perfumed candle in the gathering shadows. we play wine games and mouth sweet promises to each other. then you sing « remembering south of the river » with it’s heart-breaking verses. then we stamp our prints onto each other’s necks. i want to possess you completely — your jade body and your promised heart. it is spring. vast mists cover the five lakes. my dear, let me buy a red painted boat, and carry you away with me upon my return.

     when the last word was eventually inked upon the paper and that he’d dropped off the brush on the table next to him, wen kexing casted one last glance at xue yang as if to immerse himself with the image of him. he then left the letter next to him so that he could find it at the first hour in the morning.

     with one last ghost of a kiss at the top of his forehead, he murmured: 青山不改 绿水长流 ( the emerald mountains remain ever constant and the verdant stream ever flows on. )

     after that, wen kexing was nowhere to be seen. he had left through the window, a little before the sun could rise into the sky again.

#saccharot #.・ 𝄂 𝄂 𝄂 𝒗. ❪ 花魁 ❫ * 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗇. #long post /

[fengyas]

Sticky little child

#. ⚝ : 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍.

[fengyas]

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄, [ … ] 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.

bold: if it applies. italicize: sometimes.

fights honorably / fights dirty.

prefers close / long range / both.

chats during / goes silent.

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance.

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily / both.

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first.

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases.

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking.

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / conflicting thoughts during battle.

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging.

fights wildly / calmly / apathetically / angrily / with excitement.

fights because they have to / fights because they want to.

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded.

hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another / neither.

prefers a blade / hand to hand combat / a personalized weapon.

their greatest weakness is physical / mental / emotional.

transforms for battle / fights as they appear.

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed.

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential.

exhausts quickly / has high stamina.

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles opponent’s abilities.

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength.

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians / literally doesn’t care.

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings.

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go / literally doesn’t care.

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set.

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork.

messy fighter / elegant fighter.

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy.

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent (but with nice words).

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves.

prefers to dodge / prefers to block.

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable.

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method.

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy.

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready.

fears death / fears pain / fears killing / none of these options.

has ptsd / avoids fighting.

has lost a fight (only against ye baiyi) / has won a fight.

has killed / refuses to kill.

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly / wants to live, the fuck.

#. ⚝ : 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌.