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lightningrabbit-dnd · 1 year

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[ 月亮 ] Yue Liang

The twins #7 - First Words.

The first time Yue Liang talks to the boy he had been watching, it was a mistake. He had done nothing more to gain the boys attention since that time that he had accidentally dropped his book out the window, and subsequently had it returned to him with a note from the stable- hand.

[ Yue Liang - sixteen / seventeen ]

From there, Yue Liang pretended as though their routines kept matching by mistake. His sleep schedule was usually messed up, staying up all night till the morning broke, but now he purposely stayed up there until on his windowsill until he at least saw the boy before turning to bed, even if he had long ago stopped reading.

The boy stayed non-the wiser that Yue Liang was even watching him. He appeared from the back of the castle, whistling as he headed towards the stables, sometimes stopping in the shed alongside it to grab extra hay and sometimes heading straight in. Yue Liang pulls his knees further up towards his chest as he watches, one quiet morning where it’s warmer than it normally is, as the boy appears shirtless, his growing muscles shifting and rippling underneath his tanned skin. Yue Liang shouldn’t even be able to see him that well from up here, and so he thanks his slightly better- than- normal eyesight he had over other people.

Yue Liang still wasn’t prepared, wasn’t knowledgeable, about what the hell was happening to him. He wasn’t used to this kind of attraction, because although it wasn’t present often usually it was cute girl he noticed - but this time it was another boy, a strong, well defined, tanned boy who liked to whistle and smiled lots, who always talked to the horses kindly. It scared him a little, actually it scared him a whole lot, but he wasn’t scared enough to stop.

Then, it happened. Yue Liang was sitting on his windowsill, enjoying the quiet approach of the morning, the sun just beginning to appear above the horizon and waking the world with its golden rays, the birds singing its welcome. Above him, higher than he can see, the sky was still dark, the last couple of stars winking out their goodbyes until they’re all gone.

Suddenly, “HI!” and Yue Liang is so shocked he nearly falls, which is unprecedented because he’s never fallen from this spot once in his life, and has to clutch to the windowsill to stop himself. He snaps his head down, trying to find who had shouted to who and curse the two in his head, when suddenly he finds the boy he had been watching for so long staring back up at him, one hand raised and waving at him.

On one hand, Yue Liang should be angry at being spoken to so disrespectfully - he was a prince - and on the other hand, he was shocked that the boy had even seen him up here.

Silently, Yue Liang raises his hand and waves back down to the boy, not wanting to raise his own voice to speak when he rarely speaks at an even space to start with.

“I see you up there every morning,” the boy - ‘H’ apparently, but Yue Liang was yet to figure out what that stands for, says, before adding, “Aren’t you afraid of falling, your highness?”

‘What a stupid question.’ Yue Liang thinks, pursing his lips - but still, shakes his head obviously enough for ‘H’ to see even meters and meters below him.

“I suppose you must have good balance then,” H calls, “That must be why you ride so well. Star misses you, she isn’t ridden nearly enough.” Star, being Yue Liang’s horse, her name being given by Yue Liang when he was very young and didn’t know any better; now, he regrets the name, but to him she really was his little star, even if he would never say that aloud.

Getting no response from Yue Liang, not that he had waited long enough to even get a response, ‘H’ calls, “Did you get your book?”

Wondering faintly why this boy was even still talking to him - even though Yue Liang was quietly intrigued, and a little giddy, that H was talking to him - Yue Liang nods again so that the boy below him could see.

And oh, oh, what a wide smile ‘H’ gives him, all teeth and dimples that Yue Liang could see from here. He’s so pretty, so so pretty, and Yue Liang ignores how his heart thunders in favor for sighing and closing his book on his lap, dropping it onto the stairs behind him with a ‘thud’ before stretching his legs out from being folded under him to now hang off of the edge of the wide windowsill.

“Good! I had hoped it was yours when I found it under your window, your highness. I am glad it found its way back to it’s owner!” H calls to him, continuing the conversation.

Yue Liang pauses, wondering if he should finally open his mouth and speak to thank the boy properly, when another voice comes from the other end of the back lawns, out of Yue Liang’s line of sight.

“Who are you calling too at this hour!?” the voice calls, sounding angry, “Shut up and come help with the horses! you’re going to wake the whole castle up!”

H’s head whips towards the voice, seeming to recognize the voice and the person speaking to him because he ducks into a low bow and calls back, “Ah! sorry! I’m coming!” before turning his head back up towards Yue Liang, flashing a smile as he says,

“I have to go! it was a pleasure talking to you, your highness!”

Before Yue Liang can reply, H is off across the lawn and out of his sight. Once he’s gone, Yue Liang feels himself visible deflate, an odd cold feeling going through his chest. As nervous as ‘talking’ to the boy had made him, and even though Yue Liang hadn’t actually opened his mouth, he had kind of enjoyed that interaction.

Sighing to himself, Yue Liang twists his legs back over the ledge and hops down onto the staircase. Ignoring his book in favor for wanting to get to his bed, Yue Liang’s mind wanders as he slowly traipses downstairs, the cold stone against the sole of his feet making him shiver slightly. H’s smile had been so wide, so warm, his dimples big enough that Yue Liang could press a kiss against them and -

Feeling his cheeks flush, reaching all the way to his ears and down his neck, Yue Liang snaps himself out of it and resolutely refuses to let himself think about H any further as he finally reaches his bedroom and pads across the floor to his bed. It doesn’t work, and his mind is still focuses on the warm, sun- laden tone of H’s voice as he clambers up on his bed and pushes under the cover only to bury his face in the pillow, biting back the giddy feeling in his chest.

#the twins #yue liang

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khaosrealms · 7 months

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YUE LAO’S BLESSINGS (part three!) / saying i love you— as if urged by the gods themselves.

a/n: i promise you all that a part to the princess series is in the works (along with many other things) but i saw y’all have been liking this a whole lot! as such, here you go— a part three to satisfy your needs ! 🩵

LIU KANG:

"I love you" from Liu Kang is all-encompassing, all-knowing. You know you're not his first love, and perhaps, you won't ever be the full holder of his adoration-- but there's no cruelty in that truth. "I love you" is a steady hand on your back, a gaze that never aches, a kiss where you are the first to part and him the first to watch as you return. "You are perfect." And he's so certain as he says it because he knows. Because Liu Kang is the maker of your existence-- but every step that you've taken to him is in your wonderful image.

KUAI LIANG:

"I love you" is devotion from Kuai Liang. Certainty, stability. It is the mornings when you wake with him, enveloped in his arms, and his eyes have yet to open. Trusting you with every ounce of his body and soul; smiling as you kiss him, his heart pounding against your chest. "I love you" is the times where he searches for you, whether in combat or training; to return back to you, his love, to protect and be protected by you. "There you are, my love." Kuai Liang sighs, with every bit of relief and adoration he can muster. Here, back in his arms; as perfect as the day he fell for you.

ASHRAH:

"I love you" are newfound words for Ashrah. The first steps of many in becoming human. They are awkward words on her tongue and stumbled movements. Hands held too long, kisses left too quickly. "I love you" is learning from you, learning the ways you blush under her touch, the things that make you smile and moan. "You are my first love." Ashrah admits, tangled in her arms, the sweat of your sex still fresh on each other's skin. Smiling, every bit as radiant as the sun.

HAVIK:

"I love you" is your binding contract with Havik. It is a promise that you will be there, always, forever; through the chaos, through the realms, there with him till the world stops to spin. "I love you" is gasping for breath every time you kiss, begging for more time, for every chance you can spare to be with one another in the turmoil of it all. "Our love will never cease." Dairou promises, the pulse of his own heart, wretched from his chest, steady in the palm of your hand. His blood melding with your own in beautiful, grotesque harmony.

#mortal kombat x reader #liu kang x reader #kuai liang x reader #havik x reader #ashrah x reader #mk1 imagines #liu kang so so fine and for what...#this one i had a lot of fun w/ idk why #maybe bc these are all like #my boos #LOLLL #havik :unearthly groaning:#enjoy!#yue lao imagine

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hozuhaku · 3 months

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something about the light and the shadow and the sun and the moon

#hikaaki #hikaru no go #kagakuro #kuroko no basket #KNB's more out in the open about their “the light and his shadow” thingy but with HNG its kinda lowkey #but tbh akira's chinese name is 俞亮（yu liang）which is super close to 月亮（yue liang，the moon). so i guess in the cn drama its obvious

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kdram-chjh · 2 months

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Cdrama: Moonlight Mystique (2024)

TRAILER：白鹿新剧来袭！释出物料大合集！🔥 凡人白烁撩上残血妖王梵樾，爆笑开启新奇幻😂 | 白月梵星 Moonlight Mystique | 白鹿敖瑞鹏 | ✦ 爱奇艺东方奇幻 ✦

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u90M-WtkBvI

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good--merits-accumulated · 1 year

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he does not give a single fuck ❤️

#crying..... he's So fucking unbothered #yue zhi thinks this is a him vs shi guang battle for yu liang's favour #meanwhile the guy himself is constantly in How Is Shi Guang Doing mode #i say this so much lately but. god bless #posting this to cope with the happy pain of 25 btw #qi hun rewatch #hikaru no go #qi hun

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simayeeet · 1 year

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going through old drawings and found the file i made during when I was watching Ya Boy Kongming

Putting Yueying in Eiko's oufit and a little silly drawing was on an unrelated layer of me having a personal haha moment of Zhuge Liang having Sima Yi and Sima Shi's JPN voice actor

#dynasty warriors #yueying #yue ying #i originally was going to put zhuge liang besides her but it looks like past me didn't finish coloring him so he got yeeted #it may seem silly but i am never going to be over zhuge liang being voiced by sima yi/shi #ya boy kongming

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binging-asian-dramas · 1 year

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The Brightest Star in the Sky 9

Story: 8

Acting: 10

Chemistry: 10 👌

Comparable to: Sh**ting Stars (kdrama); Tsumari Suki tte iitai n Dakedo (jdrama)

Is it predictable yes. Is it a cheesy cliche drama, double yes. If you love a good idol love/hate story with beautiful music that is highly well written this is your drama. Yes it won’t be for everyone, but I throughly love it. It’s more or less a switch your brain off drama and sit back relax and enjoy the romcom. The main leads have amazing chemistry together. In fact I wished they had more romantic scenes together. It’s a slow burn romance with a lot of episodes (44). The female lead character is also written in a little naively thick (meaning she doesn’t realize her own feelings nor his ugh so it does get to be a tad bit frustrating at times). Nevertheless the OST is beautiful and overall a great drama to watch.

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frogizzhc · 2 years

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TGCF Headcanons: Minecraft Roles Edition!

[Modern AU???]

Xie Lian: Collector, Combat, Trader, Explorer, and Farmer.

Hua Cheng: Combat, Builder, Redstone Operator, and Miner.

Mu Qing: Combat and Builder.

Feng Xin: Combat.

Shi Qingxuan: Builder, Trader, and Collector.

He Xuan: Fisher, Farmer, and Explorer.

Pei Ming: Trader and Combat.

Ling Wen: Librarian, Cartographer, Trader, Redstone Operator, and Collector.

Qi Rong: Miner, Combat, Brewer.

Ban Yue: Collector, Trader, and Builder.

Liang Qianqiu: Combat.

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shouting-at-the-telly-though · 4 years

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Legend of Fuyao | s01e19

#legend of fuyao #yun hen #zong yue #lai yi #liang sen #my caps

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lightningrabbit-dnd · 1 year

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[ 月亮 ] Yue Liang

The Twins #5 - As time passes.

Yue Liang sometimes mourns the boy he was on the night of their Eighteenth birthday, misses the innocent boy he was. It had been years ago, two by now, and Yue Liang hadn’t forgotten the betrayal of that night from their uncle -

- He hadn’t seen it coming, in fact no one had, and in the same night Tai Yang had had her crown stolen, their Aunt had been taken from this world.

It had hurt, of course it had hurt.

Yue Liang threw himself into his spell- work from that night, harder than he ever had before. He had lost his tutor, had lost his greatest teacher, and although the master that his father had found for him years ago tried his best to calm Yue Liang, tried his best to encourage Yue Lang to learn only when he was clear-minded and free, Yue Liang knew that was no longer the case.

Weeks went by without anyone seeing him. He hid in his tower, working through the day and through the night, perfecting his spells until his nose bled and his vision swam. He passed out more times than he can remember from over- extrusion, from lack of eating and not enough sleep.

For a while, that’s all his life was.

Then, something shifts. He had been furious, initially, at his sister for stepping down, for seeming to not give a shit that her crown had been stolen from her; but then, he sees it for what it really was one night when he catches her sneaking towards the training guards from his windowsill high in the tower - a waiting game.

No one had forgotten, no one had forgiven, and neither would he.

He keeps practicing, keeps training, except now he pretends alongside it. He allows himself moments of leisure, of life, and even though his sister was the clearly more outgoing person, he no longer hides himself in his tower all the time and begrudgingly agrees to come along when he’s required to be somewhere as a prince - and his sister as a princess.

It wouldn’t happen immediately, it might not even happen within the next few years - but it would happen, and that’s all that matters.

#the twins #yue liang

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apopcornkernel · 2 years

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we should bring back pronouncing 的 "de" as "di" in songs

#its yue liang dai biao wo DI xin #not yue liang dai biao wo DE xin #poppy speaks #filchiposting

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taizi · 3 months

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gently in the cold dark earth

scum villain's self saving system word count: 2k canon divergent / no system au; sy transmigrates into an empty npc role; gray lotus binghe loves his shixiong more than life and he's ready to make it everyone's problem

title borrowed from work song by hozier

read on ao3

The first thing Luo Binghe does when he escapes the Abyss is return to Cang Qiong Mountain.

With Xin Mo secured to his back, the way could be instant if he so chose—the journey of a thousand miles reduced to a single step—but he unsheathes the elegant jian at his hip instead.

Yong Liang sings sweetly for him, the snow white blade still shining and untainted even after years of helping Luo Binghe carve his way through hell. It has never once failed him, soulbound to the one person still on this earth who has never failed him.

“Take it,” his shixiong insisted, low and urgent. The Abyss was behind them, an even deadlier threat was ahead, and Without A Cure clogging his meridians made Luo Binghe the best choice to wield the only unshattered spirit sword they had between them. “Binghe, take it.”

He pressed until Luo Binghe’s grip curled tight around the hilt, not hesitating to put his soul in Luo Binghe’s hands even with the rosy glow of an unsealed demon mark shining on his face.

Luo Binghe flies at a pace best described as dangerously reckless, hardly smelling the fragrant spring air or feeling the sun on his face. His robes are a disgrace, his hair a tangled, matted mess, and it occurs to him that he could stop somewhere and clean himself up, make himself presentable, but it’s a brief, fleeting thought.

Shen Yuan would be furious to find out that Luo Binghe wasted even a single second returning to his side.

——

He passes through the ancient wards effortlessly, feeling them fall away from him like water. It’s a simple thing to tamp down on his demonic qi, to disguise the parts of him that those so-called righteous cultivators would scorn. He ghosts through the familiar grounds as eagerly as a starving animal bolting down a fresh game trail, but one by one, all of their familiar haunts come up empty, without even a lingering trace of Shen Yuan’s spiritual energy left behind.

The head disciple’s room is dusted and undisturbed, as if its occupant might walk through the door at any moment, but the lack of clutter and the empty book shelf makes it very clear to Luo Binghe what the truth must be.

If Shen Yuan returned to the peak after the Conference, he didn’t stay.

All at once, images crowd the front of his mind—his shixiong grieving, pulling away, turning his back on those responsible for his heartache.

Yue Qingyuan, always only a step behind wherever his precious Xiu Ya sword went, promised that no one wanted to hurt them. They only wanted to help.

He looked so solemn and righteous that Shen Yuan reluctantly allowed himself to be convinced. Luo Binghe, who had gone to the man for help after a bloody whipping when he was a child, only to be given a walnut cake and turned away at the door, knew better.

He wasn’t surprised when Shen Yuan was wrenched away from him, and shizun sent him staggering off the cliff with a spiritual dagger buried to the hilt in his chest, all of it happening within a matter of seconds—but it still hurt.

Shen Yuan’s scream followed him all the way down.

I’m alive, Luo Binghe thinks, with no one there to tell it to. I came back to you. Let me come back to you.

——

Including time spent in the abyss, it’s three years before they meet again.

Luo Binghe’s revenge is his second priority at best, but he is nothing if not efficient and knows how to kill two birds with the same stone. Huan Hua affords him ample resources and opportunities to scour the world for his missing shixiong while playing the role of earnest and diligent new disciple. He snatches up each mission that comes along as though eager to prove his worth to the sect that so graciously took him in, but he takes every excuse to wander, to search, to make conversation with vendors and innkeepers and passing strangers.

Have you seen my heart? It lives outside of me in the form of a beautiful young man and tends to wander. Very contrary, likes to fuss over people, could argue the stripes off a lushu just for fun. You’d know it if you met it. You’d never forget.

The days blur together, meaningless and gray, but he doesn’t stop looking. Shen Yuan still exists somewhere in this world, because otherwise Luo Binghe wouldn’t. It’s the only thing that makes sense. The alternative doesn’t bear thinking about.

And then, finally—an afternoon in Jinlan City, when Luo Binghe arrives in a throng of incompetent gold-clad Huan Hua disciples, to investigate a plague of all things—

He’s there.

In dark, neutral colors and plain clothes, a traveling cloak with its hood resting down around his shoulders, as if his beauty could possibly be lessened by cheap, shapeless fabrics rather than effortlessly enhanced. His hair falls from its half-tail in glorious waves—he never did have the patience for anything elaborate, only wearing braids when one of his sticky shidimei cajoled and convinced him. Traveling alone, who could he possibly have to roll his eyes at and complain about and sit patiently still for?

A pale green ribbon is all that decorates his hair. Luo Binghe recognizes it instantly.

“You should spend your allowance on yourself, Binghe,” Shen Yuan scolded him, not for the first time and certainly not for the last.

“But I did,” Luo Binghe protested, widening his eyes and clasping his hands earnestly, the way he knew worked best. “I wanted it! And now that I have it, I want to give it to you.”

Shen Yuan was too clever by half to be truly fooled by the innocent act, but he always folded like paper anyway. He spoiled all of his shidimei but Luo Binghe most of all. Anyone on Qing Jing Peak would be hard-pressed to think of a single example of Shen Yuan telling Luo Binghe ‘no.’

Sure enough, after a second spent visibly wrestling with himself, he blurted, “Oh, fine! Hand it over.”

He wore it every day since. He’s wearing it now. The wind catches the ends of it, sending it streaming behind him like the tails of a paradise flycatcher. Lovely.

For a brief moment, Luo Binghe is frozen where he stands, finally faced with the very thing that he’s been missing for years, that he’s been living a miserable half-life without.

And then he remembers himself and lurches forward. His voice is a tangle in his throat but he manages to choke out, “Shixiong!”

A strike of lightning couldn’t have jolted Shen Yuan into more perfect stillness. He stops mid-step, every inch of him as good as carved from precious jade. He doesn’t turn his head, and the sliver of his face visible from where Luo Binghe stands is very pale.

Luo Binghe wonders suddenly if this has happened to him before—if Shen Yuan has heard a voice on the road or in the market that was almost familiar, that was almost the one he was hoping for, only to be disappointed when he turned to follow it and found a stranger.

Luo Binghe shortens the distance between them with a few anxious steps and tries again.

“Shixiong.”

The older boy whirls around abruptly, as if to get it over with. He’s bracing himself, but Luo Binghe barely has a second to absorb Shen Yuan’s painful-looking anticipation before it bleeds out of his face in favor of something else entirely.

He looks like the earth has fallen out from beneath his feet, like he hardly dares to believe his eyes. Zheng Yang gleams golden at Shen Yuan’s hip, reforged and whole again.

“Binghe?”

“It’s me,” Luo Binghe says softly.

There’s a tableau he’s afraid to break, as if they’re in a delicate dreamscape and a move too sudden or loud might dissolve it. He wants to say I’ve missed you the way lungs miss air, immediately and needfully, I haven’t breathed at all since we’ve been apart. He wants to say you’re my light in the dark, I can only stand in front of you now because I love you too much to ever truly leave you.

Instead, he tells his dearest friend, “This one made you wait. But your Binghe is here.”

Shen Yuan sprints the rest of the way to meet him, almost before he’s even finished talking, and they collide in a solid embrace that knocks the air from them both.

His arms wind around Luo Binghe’s waist like steel bands, fingers digging into the back of his robes, precious face pressed into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Luo Binghe doesn’t hesitate to gather him up close, holding him as tightly and securely as he knows how, burying his nose in his shixiong’s hair and breathing in the familiar, beloved smell of him.

Shen Yuan is a few inches shorter than he remembers. All the better to tuck him beneath Luo Binghe’s chin, to cover and surround him so completely that not even the heavens above can get a decent eyeful.

He wants to grab and bite and pin Shen Yuan beneath him and never let go. His jaw aches with wanting it.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Luo Binghe says, eyes wet. “I went home first.” Unsaid goes the obvious but you weren’t there.

“How could I stay?” Shen Yuan bites out, managing to sound all at once strangled and bewildered and—charmingly—offended. He shakes his head without lifting it, an aggressive nuzzle against Binghe’s shoulder. “After what they did to you, I’d rather die than represent their stupid sect another minute.”

“Step away from it, Shen Yuan,” shizun said coldly. “I’ll put that beast back where it belongs.”

“No,” shixiong said in a voice that was smaller than usual, one that shook. He was frightened, clearly overwhelmed, but he didn’t budge from where he was plastered in front of Luo Binghe like a breathing shield.

“Now.”

“No, shizun.”

“Shizhi,” Yue Qingyuan said gently, offering his hand. “Come here. It will be alright.”

Shen Yuan said, “No. You can’t hurt Binghe. He’s not bad just because of who his parents are. He’s as good as he was yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. He’s hardworking and loyal and a sweetheart to anybody who gives him half a chance. He’s so good.”

Liu Qingge was behind the sect leader, sword drawn. Shen Qingqiu was quickly losing what little patience he had, face twisted into a sneer, dark eyes stabbing hatefully at Luo Binghe from over his head disciple’s shoulder. There were more figures rapidly drawing closer, the other peak lords following the flare of Yue Qingyuan’s qi. The standoff was becoming more and more untenable, and Shen Yuan was too smart not to see that, shrinking back against Luo Binghe as much as he could without crowding him closer to the edge.

“You can’t hurt him,” he said again, the closest Luo Binghe had ever heard him come to tears, “he’s my shidi.”

Luo Binghe is unsurprised by his shixiong’s loyalty, because it’s already been proven to him over and over. It’s unremarkable at this point, which is an absolutely remarkable thing in itself. It makes him feel warm with gratitude and affection and ownership.

Shen Yuan is clever and quick on his feet and always three steps ahead, more knowledgeable about flora and fauna than anyone else Binghe has ever known combined, and probably a force to be reckoned with as a rogue cultivator, where the only rules of conduct he has to adhere to are his own.

But Luo Binghe hates to think of him on the road alone, without the little martial siblings who follow him like ducklings, without his Binghe there to make sure he remembers to eat all his meals and comb out his hair before bed. He’s a creature of comfort, made for airy rooms with too many cushions and an abundance of sweets and books to read.

Luo Binghe has fantasized more than once about building a home for Shen Yuan to lounge prettily in. It was, in fact, his favorite flavor of daydream since he was about thirteen.

If Shen Yuan wants to rogue cultivate, then that’s what they’ll do. But Luo Binghe thinks, if he constructs a palace that’s as comfortable as it is grand, and fills it with trashy romance novels and obscure beasts and his own hand-made meals, he can convince his friend to live in it with him.

Shen Yuan needs to be taken care of. Luo Binghe needs to be the one taking care of him. They’re together now and they’ll never be apart again and those needs can both be met.

That possessive, proprietary feeling coils dark and deep inside him, undulating lazily like a serpent who’s fed enough for days, reminding him over and over what he already knows:

Mine.

#scum villian self saving system #svsss #bingyuan #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen yuan #my writing #svsss fic #sy transmigrates into a blank role in a world where his favorite character exists #and he's supposed to - what ? NOT fulfill his personal fantasy of being lbh's best friend ?? ok 🙄#naturally binghe has been obsessed since the moment this pretty boy first smiled at him #bingbing i love you you deserve a good shixiong / future wife and i'm here to deliver #ALSO sy's sword name is (yǒng) meaning perpetual ; eternal ; forever #and 亮 (liàng) meaning bright ; clear ; to show ; to shine #in my mind's eye zheng yang is golden so yong liang's silvery white is the perfect compliment #YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE SUN & MOON SHIP DYNAMIC 🫵#heaven and hell were words to me

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kdram-chjh · 5 months

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Cdrama: Time Flies and You Are Here (2021)

Bride kidnapping #雁归西窗月 #TimeFliesandYouAreHere #曾舜晞 #梁洁 #shorts

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/qIPDtjIxBtI

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taomubiji · 3 months

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25 Facts About Xie Yuchen

1. Xie Yuchen was born on October 3, 1978.

2. Xie Yuchen's stage name, Jie Yuhua, comes from the poem 《蝶恋花（用宜笑之语作）》 by Zhao Shixia.

3. Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie were playmates when Xie Yuchen was five or six years old.

4. Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie are distant cousins.

5. As a child, Xie Yuchen would play Hua Dan and Qingyi (types of female roles) in Chinese opera. As a result, many people, including Wu Xie, thought he was a girl.

6. After Xie Yuchen's uncle, Xie Lianhuan, died, his father died soon after, and then several more of his uncles died.

7. Xie Yuchen had to take over the family business at 8 years old.

8. Xie Yuchen described the experiences he had growing up as "very, very uncomfortable."

9. He lived in a military compound.

10. When a friend of his caused trouble, he bought more than a hundred sheep to make up for it.

11. The first time Xie Yuchen appears he is described by Wu Xie as being dressed in a black suit with a pink shirt underneath and no tie.

12. He originally wore the color pink to offset his murderous aura.

13. When Xie Yuchen and Wu Xie met again as adults, they both smiled "pervertedly" at each other.

14. Xie Yuchen became a guarantor for Wu Xie's debt after Wu Xie's now-legendary disastrous biddings at the Xin Yue Restaurant.

15. In the online version of Sand Sea 2, Xie Yuchen throws Su Wan, Yang Hao, Li Cu, and Liang Wan out the window of a moving train.

16. In The Lost Tombs and Ultimate Note, Xie Yuchen is included much more than in the novels the shows adapted. However, in Reunion and Tomb of the Sea, his role is significantly reduced.

17. He sings every year during the Qingming Festival for Er Yuehong.

18. Wu Xie thinks he is "an extremely difficult person to get along with."

19. Xie Yuchen likes salty foods.

20. He was the biggest contributor in preventing Chinese national treasures from being exported.

21. Xie Yuchen smokes cigarettes but isn't addicted.

22. He has a habit of collecting old buildings.

23. In his free time, he practices Chinese opera, paints, and arranges flowers.

24. Xie Yuchen has used a butterfly knife and an antique dagger as weapons.

25. A the age of seventeen, he had already been surrounded by death and had even heard the words "it’s going to rain blood tonight" by his own mother.

References

English novel references refer to Merebear's translation, Chinese novel references refer to the original Chinese version.

Photo: From NP Entertainment's Merch Weibo

Author Celebrated His Birthday on October 3; Volume 7, Chapter 56; 盗墓笔记7，第五十一章 (XYC says that he's 26yo, V7 takes place in 2004).

The Mystic Nine Memories Extra; 九门回忆 (Note: it should be Jie Yuhua not Xie Yuhua in merebear's translation)

Volume 7, Chapter 31; 盗墓笔记7，第二十六章

The Mystic Nine (4) Xie-Wu Matchmaking Extra; 吴邪私家笔记，第三卷，九五做媒; 老九门短篇集肆——九五做媒

Volume 7, Chapter 56; 盗墓笔记7，第五十一章

Sand Sea, Chapter 112; 沙海3，第一章

Volume 7, Chapter 35; 盗墓笔记7，第三十章

Volume 7, Chapter 5; 盗墓笔记6：邛笼石影，第五章

A Day in the Life of Xie Yuchen Extra; 解语花的一天

Volume 7, Chapter 6; 盗墓笔记6：邛笼石影，第六章

Some of Wu Xie's Thoughts Extra; 吴邪的小心情

Sand Sea, Chapter 73; 沙海2，第三十四章 (Note: this part was removed in the print version)

Watch the shows; read the books

Xiao Hua’s Annual Party Extra; 小花的年会

Seven Fingers Extra, Chapter 13; 七指，第十三章

Fishing King Extra, Chapter 7; 钓王，第七章

Sand Sea (Online), Chapter 89; 沙海2 (Online)，第五十章 (Note: this part was removed in the print version)

A Day in the Life of Xie Yuchen Extra; 解语花的一天

A Thousand Faces, Chapters 1, 17; 千面，第一，十七章 (Note: I don't have the published version)

Sand Sea (Online), Chapter 88; 沙海2 (Online)，第四十九章; 沙海2 (Print), 第五十一章

Volume 7, Chapter 31; 盗墓笔记7 第二十五章; Sand Sea (Online), Chapter 75; 沙海2 (Online), 第三十六章; 沙海2 (Print), 第五十章

Volume 8, Chapter 10; 盗墓笔记8 第十章

#dmbj #xie yuchen #xiao hua

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Qi Ye cast poster!!

This had started as a sketch, waaay back as I was still reading Qi Ye. The original is pretty different from this (I considered adding it in the post but I actually don't like it anymore haha), but the plan was already to make this big spread with most of the -more or less- important cast.

I will add here some thoughts about the whole piece, and I guess, Qi Ye itself. My main goal was probably to express my deep and intense feelings for Qi Ye, its grandness, and its awesome cast-- and along with that, flesh out my mental image of each of them, their personality, their style. Here is a table with the names, so we know who is whom, and so I can add some details about my perspective on them and their design.

Jing Beiyuan has always come quite naturally. I just go for the "prettiest face" I ever came with in terms of : my own taste, and the features I find the most delicate. I'd argue he's the easiest character to draw for me across both QY and TYK. On this image, he's probably around 16 or 17. I find his expressions to be very fun to work on in general.

Ping An is also quite an easy character to draw, just for how specific Priest is when describing him.

Wu Xi's design is mainly inspired by a discussion with my friend Hanya, who talked about how, in SHL, Wu Xi more resembled a northern shaman than a southern shaman. It made me want to explore the designs and characteristics a bit more, and come up with more colourful fabrics, patterns, and darker skin color. Same goes for Ashinlae and Nuahar, to have them matching Wu Xi's aesthetic.

Ming Hua was included in this just because of the mess the mention of his name caused in the story. The two jealousy tantrums are just so delightful!!

Su Qingluan was made to resemble Jing Beiyuan, of course. What I wanted to reflect in her face was her frustration, mainly.

Ji Xiang and Hua Yue... Well. Nothing particular about their design either, but they had to be there. Of course, of course they had to be there.

Finally, an opportunity to draw Zishu with his fan and henchmen! Not mad that he kinda looks like a villain, here.

Lu Yu!! I drew him with an Ashinlae mask, since he disguises himself as Ashinlae. I included him because he matters a lot in my headcanons about Siji Manor. (it isn't specified, in Qi Ye, whether or not he's actually part of the manor, but I like to consider that he is for various reason that I may detail if I ever make a Siji Manor post)

I'll skip Jiang Xue and Liang Jiuxiao because their designs are steady for me, now.

I hesitated a lot for Helian Pei's pose, but ended up going for this one (looking bored, out of his depth, lost in the distance with his birds around him). I considered showing him with a bird in his hands, but I guess that's not the main vibe I get from him. And then, well, golden, flashy clothing, suited for an emperor.

Helian Zhao had to be in a showy armor, and I hated making it because it's so much work, haha. I took inspiration from an armor in NiF. I'm quite happy with how he came out in terms of both vibe and showiness.

I tried going full out on Helian Qi. Making him the villain that Qi Ye deserved. Dark, showy, elegant and horrible.

Helian Yi is also pretty solid for me, by now.

About the illustration itself, the main challenge was definitely to make a nice colour palette while still differenciating all the characters. I wanted to go with something intense, eerie, that could also complement the main tones I would go for (= red, purple, blue and green). I'm quite happy with how the golden tones, along with the green and reddish lights, make the whole thing come together. I struggled a little bit with the composition at first, but once I got the flow and the main figures down, it just happened quite easily. Anyway, I'm quite proud of this, and hope it conveys the love and admiration I have for Qi Ye well.

#qi ye #lord seventh #cast #meta #talk about art #七爷

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