#Jiayi and Little Liu too :(

[hellonoblesky]

Help I’m emotionally attached to Genshin NPCs

#Turtledove thinks #when I tell you I was practically vibrating at top speeds when Atsuko was in Kazuha’s Archon Quest- #I just… she <3 #Jiayi and Little Liu too :( #Their world quest was so sad omg #also smiley yangxiao abd jiangxue are gay I will not be elaborating I do not make the rules #Adalinde my beloved I don’t care if she’s doing some conspiracy stuff I love her v much #Echo? Yk that Milileth that Alice gave a potion to for his stutter and accidentally made him just repeat everything around him #gejsbsjsvdjvd Genshin npcs just make me habby <3 #like to be fair this is my first time playing a game like this but the NPCs are so good omg?? #They add a sense of what it’s actually like to live in Teyvat and I love it so much #people are affected by our actions! And I love it :)

[mingjue]

Sleep schedules fucked. Please tell me more about the Boys, hxd and jinhai. would like to to more specifically about the Gold Digger akdjjsd

OK IM LATE BUT YES I WILL TELL U............... but w hxd first just to Know Things

Huang Xiaodan

current sect leader of the Huang Sect; given name is Huang Yahui

he has an adopted daughter (Huang Daiyu) and his step mother helps him run the sect, she mostly aids in teaching disciples and the like

he’s stupid kind, he’s stupid, but only when he’s Taihe (where the sect is located), when he visits sects outside of the direct ones next to him he’s considered “cold-natured” bc he just doesn’t talk to anyone unless prompted. or when he does, depending on who it is, he’s impatient w them and moves fast in conversation

the only exceptions were when he was flirting w jiang cheng or lan xichen

anyways, before a lot of things, he had been secretly with a man named Syun Liqiu-- they mainly kept it secret bc Liqiu was set to marry a woman (and also sect leader Syun, liqius dad, fucking hates the Huang sect)

sadly, the night of Liqius marriage with the woman, he came to the Huang sect and took his life in one of the spiderlily gardens to be discovered by Madam Tao/Xiaodan’s step mother a few hours later

SO, with xiaodan being the Sensitive Man He Is when he’s at home, he kind of just............. Switches Off in a sense. he starts being reserved even to his daughter and they were super close :(

also info on the huang sect before i continue

the huang sect was established quite a while ago, but because of the things its notorious for, it’s still a quite small sect. its not SUPER tiny, but it’s no where near as big as like, the jiang or nie sects

a few generations into the huang sect being established, the sect leader at the time brought a curse onto the sect bc he was like wow, i want some god dick, and he got it! but now sect leaders/people directly related to the leading family have a chance of dying super young, like 20-30yrs old

Xiaodans dad actually lived quite a while compared to other sect leaders (late 40s, was able to have 2 kids) so people kinda thought hey. maybe the curse is wearing off. (nope!)

anyways, on top of that curse, they’re just. not human. in a sense. they KINDA are, but aren’t at the same time.

Xiaodan has the ability to control his generals sword (@ kagekitsuneoflight’s character, Huang Fan Cong) and his little sisters sword (Huang Jiayi), on top of the fact he’s able to control them

he only really does this when he absolutely needs to because he hates the thought of controlling others like that, but when he does go into that mode, his “True eyes” come out and spiderlilies have a habit of growing out of nowhere on him and those he’s controlling

It’s a really big strain on his golden core and in general his body to go all out and make them fight, so again he never does it

the sects closest to Huang are aware of these abilities, but it’s seen as rude to question anyone about them, or their origin. outside of that no one is really knowledgeable about these things

sect leaders typically get these powers through a specific way of cultivation, but they aren’t able to choose who they control-- if they were Xiaodan would NOT have chosen his little sister (bc shes legit. 18 :( )

there’s a lot more but now for Wu Jinhai

Wu Jinhai has a little bit more intent than golddigging

he has no clear background-- he was orphaned as a teenager, was an only child, and he doesn’t know if he has any aunts or uncles, or even grandparents

The most he’s willing to tell is that he started practicing cultivation with his mother pretty young, and continued training throughout various sects-- still does when he meets xiaodan too, and he’s pretty good at using each sects methods

he traveled by himself for the most part until he was 25, and throughout that he’s managed to help several villages, so he’s got a good chunk of money on him-- which he ends up spending in Taihe bc he likes red and their colors are red and gold, and the Huang sect is VERY much into fashion n shit

so he gets decked out in pretty clothes and hairpins, guans, etc., and still has money left over for whatever he needs. he stays at a small house that isn’t in too bad of shape, keeps it furnished, helps whoever needs it-- and then the news of the Syun’s Sects Heir committing suicide in the private spiderlily gardens comes out and he’s ALL ears

bc first of all, asides from coming to get some hanfus specially made for him among other things, he’s been wanting to fuck around and make major trouble.

he doesn’t do it immediately, like he waits a few months to let Xiaodan mourn (he finds out about the relationship through rumors, and gets it confirmed by xiaodans little sister after befriending her), but eventually he does present himself to Xiaodan

he basically proposes after presenting his credibility and xiaodan is like. holy fuck. ok. um. give me a week and i’ll consider it ok. (huang fan cong is NOT fond of him, and neither is Madam Tao, bc they know his attitude from unfortunate run ins)

Madam Tao tries to discourage xiaodan from considering the arrangement bc like. he doesn’t have family so he could be making shit up. his vibes are rancid. etc etc and xiaodan starts like. thinking about what she’s saying. but he says “ultimately it’s my choice” and madam tao is just ‘r u serious gay boy’

anyways jinhai ends up seducing xiaodan at some point, and manages to convince him to marry.

they marry, wjh uses this to his advantage to finding out sect secrets, he sells some of them to neighboring sects for laffs, then suddenly the two sects surrounding taihe are like “we are going to war bc ur sect is fucked up, also we want more land” and hxd is like WHAT

anyways, wjh fakes his death after hxd finds out he sold sect/family secrets and runs off to the Nie sect (with a bunch of fucking cash) to watch the war from afar, changing his name to Nie Bojing

wu jinhai deadass just started a war because he felt like it. wanted to see some drama. about 4 years after the war (which ended in the collapse of the Huang, Syun, and Liu sects), WWX resurrects in Mo Xuanyu’s body

Madam Tao, Huang Daiyu, and some of Huang Fancong’s sisters survive the war as the remaining people of the Huang sect, and they also refuge in the Nie Sect.

idk what happens beyond then, but Huang Daiyu ends up finding Wu Jinhai again at some point

#Asks #wjh definitely enjoyed his time w hxd though even if he was manipulating him to hell and back #he's a bit of a dick #THANK U FOR ASKING ABT THEM THO #a lot of stuff is still being developed so if smth doesnt make sense thats why #My OCs #Huang Xiaodan #Wu Jinhai #Anonymous

[scriptura-adrepticius]

Baker Boy - Chen Linong

Can I request a Linong soulmate au in which you can’t smile to anyone who isn’t your soulmate, please? Or any soulmate au, I don’t mind! P.s: your Yanjun scenario is AMAZING! And I can’t get ove it!!!

It’s short but sweet and I hope you enjoy, anon~

Pairing: Chen Linong x OC/reader

Genre: fluff, soulmate!au

Word Count: 1.6k

Linong is a sweetheart, and even though you live in a world of predestined soulmates, you find yourself hoping it’s him.

Masterlist

HE’S SO FUCKEN CUTE

“Hey, Linong!” you call, entering the bakery. You’ve spent a long day sewing for your mistress, but it’s all worth it when you’re finally free to spend the evening however you wish.

And today, just like most other days, you wish to see Linong, the resident baker’s son and your absolute best friend.

The baker’s son greets you with that mesmerizing smile of his, so bright it lights up the room. “Jiayi!”

The Chen bakery is your second home. Though you currently live with your mistress, you don’t really call her house a home. More like a workplace. However, the bakery is welcoming and cheery at all times of the day, so you find yourself in there whenever you aren’t busy.

You came to the city to get work as a seamstress, using your extensive skills at embroidery and sewing. The city is bustling and loud, and though you enjoy it, sometimes you miss the quietness and charm of your home village. That’s where the bakery comes in.

Linong’s parents came from your village and are long-distance friends with your parents. When you come over, you all speak in your hometown dialect, and Linong’s mother always cooks something with the village’s distinct flavors. The bakery sells so many things, but always among those goods are the traditional breads and sweets of your village.

And then there’s Linong.

You gaze at him affectionately, nibbling at a piece of bread as he busies himself with the next baking of sweets.

Oh, Linong.

He’s just one year older than you, already with his soulmate marking. It’s a tattoo that wraps halfway around his wrist in the shape of a wheat stalk, like half of a bracelet. Sometimes you find yourself hoping that you’re his soulmate, but you always do your best to push those thoughts away. Still, as you near your eighteenth birthday, you glance at your wrist more often, hoping you’ll have a tattoo that matches his.

Nongnong is a breath of fresh air after the hustle and bustle of the city. He’s fun, but a calm kind of fun, with his cheerful smile and bright eyes. He was born in the city, so he’s never seen your village, and whenever you come over he asks you to tell him stories of you and others so he can see the village through your eyes.

He’s sweet, clever, and always so kind, the exact traits that your hometown places so much value on. He doesn’t know it, but he’s the embodiment of what your village considers a perfect boy.

Linong, even though he’s never seen the village, is a taste of home.

“Is there something on my face?” he asks, dusting the flour off of his hands. You squeal a little at the cloud of white, ducking away as you laugh. “Well, a lot of flour, but that’s a given,” you reply.

Linong makes a face, sticking his tongue out at you. “I’m just kidding!” you laugh. “You just have a smudge here.” You reach over to his cheek, patting the place where the flour is.

A little red blush coats Linong’s face when you touch it, but you don’t notice, too busy chewing the piece of bread in your hand. “Is dinner ready?” you ask, oblivious.

Linong gives you a look. “You’re literally eating right now!” he accuses, pointing to the bread in your hand.

You swallow your mouthful, looking up at him innocently. “I’m not chewing, so I’m not eating,” you point out, dissolving into laughter when he just rolls his eyes. “Dinner is ready,” he finally admits. “I just needed to put the last of the bread away. Let’s go, I know how much you love Mom’s cooking.”

“I do!” you exclaim, rounding the counter to follow him up the stairs to where he and his family live. “It’s just like my mom’s. It reminds me of home.” You smile contentedly.

“She told me she’s going to cook something extra special for your birthday next week,” Linong says, gazing at your smiling face. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, with those crinkled eyes and that smiling mouth, and his heart skips a beat.

Your smile just grows wider at the thought of something even better than her everyday cooking. “Wow! It’ll make up for the fact that I can’t go home this time around.” You pout a little, but you’re already resigned to it.

Linong smiles a little. Still, to divert your attention from unhappy thoughts, he asks you to tell him more about He Liu, your old village.

“You never tire of the same stories,” you laugh. “I’ll tell you at dinner. Promise!”

And you deliver on that promise, telling and retelling all the stories you can remember. As you laugh, Linong can’t help but smile softly when he sees just how happy you are.

You don’t know it, but he hopes just as much as you do that he’s your soulmate.

. . . . .

Your soulmate marking doesn’t appear until the exact time you were born on your birthday. Since you were born in the evening (you’ve already apologized to your mother), you have to wait the whole day to see your mark.

Sewing, sewing, and more sewing. Your mistress does gift you a small but beautiful hairpin for your birthday, but there is no avoiding work. Your usual hours apply, so you embroider and sew all day, finally putting the needle and thread down at six.

It’s your birthday, so you freshen yourself up a bit, washing your face and brushing your hair before walking to the bakery. Linong’s tidying up the shop with his father when you come in, and you simply admire the way Linong looks for a little bit before they notice you.

“Jiayi!” His father notices you first, putting down the broom to pull you into a big hug. “Happy birthday!”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his broad chest. “Thank you, Uncle!” He finally lets you go, a large smile on his face, before leaving you with Linong.

“Happy birthday, Jiayi,” he says a little more quietly, giving you one of those soft smiles that make your heart flutter each time. You nervously smile back, glancing down at his wrist and at that wheat stalk tattoo. “Thanks, Nongnong,” you reply happily.

“Eighteen already,” he sighs, crossing his arms. You laugh. “You sound just like an old man,” you tease, watching him bristle in mock anger.

“I guess you don’t want your birthday present then,” he retorts, sticking out his tongue. “I take everything back!” you screech, eyes widening. “You’re not old! Not at all!”

Linong rolls his eyes teasingly, fishing a small package out of his pocket. “Don’t get too excited, now,” he says fondly, passing the gift to you. “It’s not nearly as fancy as that hairpin from your mistress.”

“I don’t care,” you say, carefully unwrapping the paper. “It’s a gift from you, and that means more to me than anything my mistress could give.”

Linong’s heart thumps loudly.

You carefully lift the object out of the paper, marveling at how it looks in the light. It’s a roughly carved wooden star, not quite symmetrical but smoothed to perfection. A thin ribbon threads through a small hole in the top, and you eagerly slip it over your head, beaming at Linong.

“I love it!” you exclaim, crushing the older boy in a hug. “Thank you, Linong!”

“Are you sure-” Linong wheezes, since your hold is a little too tight- “that you’re not just being nice?”

You let go of him, eyeing him with scowl, before punching his arm. “Who do you take me for, Linong?” you say, crossing your arms. “I wouldn’t lie to you!”

Linong laughs, tugging your arm. “I know, I was joking. Let’s go eat dinner now, alright?”

Dinner is lively, with loud laughter and easy conversation flowing between all the people around the table. The talking becomes more muted, however, as you near the time you were born.

The clock in the room shows 9:33 pm.

You swallow. “One minute,” you murmur nervously. Linong’s arm wraps around your shoulder, his touch calming your nerves.

The room is silent, all eyes fixated on you and you only. You nervously look between the clock and the table, gasping when the minute hand finally points at thirty four.

Immediately, a searing pain envelops your arm, forcing tears from your eyes as you clutch your wrist. Linong pulls you closer before yelping in pain himself, hand releasing your shoulder to grab his own wrist.

Finally the pain ebbs, and you wipe away the tears of pain, staring in awe at your mark.

A thin tattoo rings your wrist, half of it exactly the same as Linong’s- a stalk of wheat. However, the other half of the tattoo is what seems to be a needle, a piece of thread threaded through the eye. You glance at Linong’s tattoo, and a rush of joy runs through your heart.

His tattoo is now completed with a needle and thread, just the same as yours.

A loud laugh sounds from the other side of the table, and you and Linong jump, staring at his parents. “I knew it!” his father shouts, laughing with his wife. “We old people can really sense these things!”

Redness creeps up your cheeks and you hide them with your hands, smiling so wide your mouth is beginning to hurt. Linong just smiles at you, that sweet, soft smile that always had you melting at his feet, before pulling one hand down to entangle his fingers shyly with yours.

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