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itsredpaint · 4 days
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Jing yuan asks, one day "Don't you find if regretful sometimes, yingxing? That I live a longer life than you?" he plays with the ring on his finger and continues, "Do you sometimes wish to have a life as long as mine so we can be together longer?"
The craftsman pauses all his work and raises an eyebrow at this companion, "A dangerous thought, and not one befitting a lieutenant."
The younger simply laughs, "Perhaps not, but, indulge me?"
"No" he intertwines their fingers together, making their rings clink "Rather, Jing yuan, I wish that you lived a life as short as mine, so you may know what it's like to grow old with the person you love."
"To grow old with the person you love..."
"We just got married a week ago, and you're already thinking about turning me immortal?" he expects Jing yuan to laugh and deny it. Instead he sits closer to yingxing and tucks his head on his shoulder.
"I'd be lying if I said the thought never occurred to me. I wouldn't dare try it, of course." he looks at their intertwined hands and laughs softly, "but is it wrong for me to wish an eternity with you?"
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itsredpaint · 4 days
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If you wish to go, Do I have the right to ask you to stay? Guess not.
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itsredpaint · 4 days
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all too familiar
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itsredpaint · 7 days
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jing yuan and yingxing are fighting again!
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itsredpaint · 10 days
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re-reading my own fic because the author has exactly my taste in tropes, ships the same ships in the right way, and also shares my sense of humour. what a find, what a revelation. i hope they write more of this sort of thing.
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itsredpaint · 15 days
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when your best friend is getting married, but not to you.
bonus dan feng's reaction
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itsredpaint · 15 days
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Current mood
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itsredpaint · 18 days
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haunting ghosts, bygone friends
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itsredpaint · 18 days
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haunting ghosts, bygone friends
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itsredpaint · 19 days
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yingxing
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itsredpaint · 27 days
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While everyone is going crazy over booping one another- Here is your reminder to spend some time booping these buttons to help the people of Palestine.
It takes little to no time and makes a very real difference to people who are currently going through a literal gen0cide. I even make a game out of it to see how fast I can get all of them (to help with my ADHD brain).
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itsredpaint · 27 days
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M writing a fic along with @itsredpaint !! Hope yall enjoy the read peeps ^^
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itsredpaint · 27 days
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you don't get to say sorry
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itsredpaint · 27 days
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Tumblr, 1 April 2024
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itsredpaint · 1 month
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"fish how many times are u going to remake ur tgcf au" yes
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itsredpaint · 1 month
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I love my yurify gun sm😔🥺
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itsredpaint · 1 month
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"You are nothing without them. Nothing."
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There were five, and of all of them, Jing Yuan is the last. The last to remember, the last to fight, the last to—something. But he hasn't gotten here by himself. How does he explain that his existence is owed to the four of them?
He is nothing without them, when they are the ones who nourished him, loved him, cared for him, allowed him to walk forward alongside them.
("That's right.")
There is nothing left of him when he is made up of their love and their smiles, the way they impart the memories to him, how they mourned and adored and made the mistakes they've made, fallen particles of sand as they slip through his fingers.
("Keep going.")
He's left behind, like the fool he is.
Without them, he is nothing. Without them, he is just Jing Yuan. What is Jing Yuan, if there is no High Cloud Quintet?
("You are nothing, that's what.")
((A tear slips down his cheek. He takes no notice of it.))
Nothing but dust. Nothing but the last one standing. Nothing.
Just–
Nothing.
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