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ori-flails · 2 years

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Fanart of Zhou Zishu from Word Of Honor The fic inspired by this artwork by the lovely @givemeunicorns My artblog @azuremirwae

#shan he ling #my art #word of honor #shl #woh #faraway wanderers #tyk #tian ya ke #zhou zishu #zhou xu #illustration #digital artwork #artists on tumblr

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kdram-chjh · 1 year

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Cdrama: Word of Honor (2021)

爱殇｜#张哲瀚 #zhangzhehan

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4P2bgVyKNGI

#Word of Honor #山河令 #Shan He Ling #天涯客 #Tian Ya Ke #2021 #Youku #cdrama #chinese drama #youtube #short video #shorts #Faraway Wanderers #A Tale of the Wanderers #Zhang Zhe Han #Zhou Zi Shu #Zhou Xu

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coffeebookslovegt · 16 days

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Las habilidades de cintura de A-Xu se han entrenado desde la infancia, ¿no es así?

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namedafterflowerstournament · 10 months

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Botanic Tournament : Willows Bracket !

Round 2

Explanation provided by a kind submitter :

For most of the series he goes by the alias Zhou Xu meaning willow flower, and since it’s the name they met with it’s the name his boyfriend continues to call him

#botanic tournament #tournament polls #willows bracket #round 2 #zhou zishu #zhou xu #word of honor #word of honour #woh #willow rosenberg #btvs willow #willow btvs #buffyverse #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs

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linoisacutebean · 8 months

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What is it with these boys and trying to hide but keeping their surnames.

Xiao Chuhe became Xiao Se

Li Xiangyi became Li Lianhua

Zhou Zishu became Zhou Xu

When Kexing just told people he was Lao Wen

Like come on put a bit of effort in it

#word of honor #zhou zishu #zhou xu #wen kexing #xiao chuhe #xiao se #li lianhua #li xiangyi

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quinnthecreature · 1 year

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Cheng Ling: You’ve saved me. I owe you my life.

Zhou Zi Shu: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

#you are my dad #YOU'RE MY DAD boogie woogie woogie #source: bob's burgers #i think anyway #word of honor #word of honor memes #incorrect word of honor quotes #incorrect quotes #shl #shan he ling #zhou xu #zhou zishu #zhang chengling #chengling

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heebiebeebies · 10 months

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Stupid meme redraw. Birthday gift for @mtkay13

Based on this:

#zhou zishu #tian ya ke #faraway wanderers #TYK #天涯客 #TYK fanart #fanart #my art #digital art #meme redraw #TYK meme #Zhou Xu #priest novels

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chaoticmiraclezombie · 1 year

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still not over whatever this was i now see why wkx was seduced by this gremlin zzs

#word of honor #faraway wanderers #shan he ling #tian ya ke #wen kexing #zhou zishu #beggar zhou zishu #or should i say #zhou xu #he was fine tho i see it now #i judged wkx now i agree with him #obligatory tag #gay #gay to hell.#:)

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whisperarctic · 2 years

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#sketch #word of honor fanart #word of honor #zhou zishu #zhou xu #fanart #artwork #tzuni art #山河令 #周子舒 #fan art #張哲瀚 #zhang zhehan #pencil drawing

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gaygothfarmer · 1 year

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They r his daaaads,

Their his dads!

Boogiewoogiewoogie

#crying profusely though #shl #woh #shan he ling #word of honor #wen kexing #zhang chengling #zhou zishu #zhou xu

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neznaboh · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 天涯客 | Faraway Wanderers - priest, 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu, Wen Kexing & Zhang Chengling & Zhou Zishu, Jing Beiyuan/Wu Xi, Jing Beiyuan & Wu Xi & Zhou Zishu, Cao Weining/Gu Xiang Characters: Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu, Zhang Chengling, Jing Beiyuan, Wu Xi (Qi Ye), Helian Yi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - War, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Fem WenZhou, Rule 63, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Baby Zhang Chengling, Sexual Content, Identity Reveal, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending Summary:

My dearest a-Xiang, If you are receiving this envelope, it means that I—Wen Kexing, elder sister of the Ghost Valley Master, daughter of the late Gu Miaomiao and Wen Ruyu, wife of Imperial Commander Zhou —have died. Please be assured that I am safe now. A-Xu and I are at peace. You must tell no one of this letter. What follows in this envelope is my last correspondence with you and a gift. I love you always, Xing-jie

or, a series of notes saved in Wen Kexing's journal and the scenes that correlate with them. She tries to start her life over with the callous Commander Zhou Xu to protect her brother. Does her plan succeed? Is the Commander as monstrous as they say?

A gift for @rainisfallingdown

#word of honor #faraway wanderers #immortal wanderers #zhou zhisu #zhou xu #wen kexing #wenzhou #fem wenzhou #zhang chengling #my fics

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burdswritersblock · 2 years

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Winter's Heart and Summer's Smile, Ch. 2

Fandom: 河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021) / 天涯客 | Faraway Wanderers

Ship: Zhou Zishu/Han Ying, Zhou Zishu/Wen Kexing (Zhen Yan)

Summary: Zhou Zishu has spent enough winters alone on the mountain. He's ready to join the world and shed his immortality. Echoing his path from what seems a lifetime ago, he gives himself three years to experience what the world of man has become, reclaiming the name of Zhou Xu once again. He has become cold and distant, indifferent to everything, but soon he is meeting familiar faces, sensing familiar souls gathering around him. Try as he might, he cannot avoid what fate is giving him, though he isn't sure if he should be grateful or not, especially when feelings flare between himself and the subordinate of his past life. Confusion and acceptance battle

Until the day he meets a strange, and strangely familiar, man with hair as white as snow.

Can the reborn Wen Kexing, now Zhen Yan again, thaw the ice that has surrounded Zhou Zishu's heart for hundreds of years? Can Zhou Zishu accept this reincarnation that is so different from his Lao Wen?

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8 Months Later

Of all the things Zishu had trouble adjusting to, it was the fashion. Up on the mountain, he still wore his robes, kept his hair long with the half-pony and decorative accessories or a pin. Now, he wore jeans and shirts, shoes with laces instead of his soft boots. Everything seemed fitting and tight compared to what he'd spent his existence wearing, a sensation he was still getting used to. He found he liked suits, though, when he had the occasion to wear one. A few simple rings and a silver bracelet replaced the pieces he'd worn in his hair, along with the silver chain around his neck, the tiny opal stone hanging from it carved in the shape of what looked like an opened paper fan. He'd been passing one of the many stalls that people set up on the street to sell trinkets to tourists a month or so ago when he'd spotted it. Something had made him go back and buy it, spending a little more than he'd meant to that day, but he couldn't help himself. He'd acted on impulse and a deep yearning that had cried out to him. Standing in the tiny bathroom of his tiny apartment, Zishu held the pendant between his fingers, studying his reflection in the mirror. He looked so different in his own eyes, especially in these clothes. Sighing, he tucked the pendant beneath the shirt he wore for his job and picked up his hairbrush. In the first few weeks of coming down from the mountain, Zishu had cut his hair. It fell just short of his shoulders now instead of the middle of his back. It had taken a long time to get used to and even now, his reflection startled him sometimes. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he quickly tucked it back into a short ponytail at the base of his skull, tucking the shorter pieces behind his ears. Leaving the bathroom, Zishu sat on the couch to put on his shoes. His living space was sparse with only a few pieces of furniture in it, enough to suit his individual needs. He had a few pieces of cheap art on the walls for color, nothing he was particularly attached to but it made the place feel a little more hospitable. He never had company, so he didn't really care to do too much with it. He existed within these walls, that was all.

Glancing toward his closed bedroom door, Zishu thought about the only two items in the world that he treasured more than anything that were hidden behind it. His sword and Lao Wen's jade hair pin were all he'd brought down with him, and both were hidden in the back of the closet, wrapped in a blanket and kept out of sight. He took them out now and then, polishing the blade and sheathe and simply holding the pin. It had meant so much the day Wen Kexing had taken it from his own hair and slipped it into Zhou Zishu's, a promise and a show of trust. Zishu had made sure to retrieve it as soon as he was able, happy that it had not been broken in the avalanche that had buried the armory entrance. He had thought to bury it with Wen Kexing, but in the end he'd simply wrapped it up and kept it safely hidden within his clothing. Now, it rested with Baiyi, within reach but out of sight the majority of the time. He must be in a sentimental mood today. Frowning, he grabbed his wallet and keys, leaving the apartment without a backward glance. Zishu had always been in intelligent man; he'd always known how to survive. That in part had been why he'd made so many trips down from the mountain in the years before leaving it completely. He'd come to observe and learn, to make the plans he would need to get by. In these times when everything was loud and fast and colorful, he'd been overwhelmed at first, nearly terrified when he walked the streets of the city, uncomfortable in the clothes he'd donned to blend in. But each visit after had become easier and he'd learned quickly what he had to do. He managed to find some people who could help him in exchange for a few of the relics from the armory, a deal that had been hard to make with these particular people though he'd convinced them in the end. By the time he entered the city for good, he'd had an entire life that wasn't his mapped out from birth to present. Documents and identification cards had been handed to him, as well as currency to get him started. It had all been very strange and oddly surreal, leaving Zishu wondering just how in the hell he'd managed to get what he needed without much explanation. He wasn't stupid, though. He made sure what he paid far exceeded their help, leaving them little need to seek him out for further compensation, but keeping enough credit that he could use them again if needed. Zhou Zishu was once again calling himself Zhou Xu and was the ripe young age of 25. Xu had a hometown, parents, school reports, a lifetime of 'memories' to his name, everything. The finer details were his own to decide, but on the surface he was legitimate. Zishu wasn't close to anyone, though, so no one really asked too many questions of him. The job he worked at the convenience store down the way from his apartment had been set up for him as well, helpfully avoiding the question part of the process. The manager of the store wasn't a nosey man, thankfully, and they and the other two men that worked the store got along well enough. It helped the days pass, at least.

> The crowded sidewalks didn't bother him so much anymore, his cloud step skills still sharp as he moved through the mass of people, avoiding touching anyone around him. He kept his eyes forward as he went, ignoring the appreciative glances he got from the majority of people, men and women alike it seemed. From what he'd observed, people were far more open with their affections and attractions, so the looks he received didn't bother him in the least. Besides, others had looked at him all his life. None of them were his Lao Wen, though, so it didn't matter. They meant very little to him. The walk to his job was short and as usual he blinked hard when he stepped into the brightly lit building. The fluorescent lights stung his eyes until he adjusted as he made his way to the back to punch in for his shift. Five in the evening until two in the morning was relatively quiet after at least seven, so he spent his time reading history books and learning new languages. One of his coworkers teased him a little, but Zishu only said he enjoyed learning before going back to the page he was on. He wasn't unkind to the others, just indifferent, and they left him alone for the most part. Zhou Zishu didn't want to make friends if he could help it. His mission was simple and streamlined. He knew his own endgame and he would not let anything deviate him from that path. Not again. He was leaving this world at the end of this, no questions asked. That was that.

> Nearing midnight, Zishu was behind the cash register, seated on a stool and engrossed in a book about World War II when the door chime sounded. Marking the page, he stowed the book and got to his feet. A warm breeze blew in through the open door in the few moments it took them to slide back together, ruffling papers that were posted around the check out stand. "Welcome," he called out, smoothing his shirt out as he looked up to greet the customer. "If I can help with..." He stopped, staring outright at the man moving through the building toward the drink coolers. Zishu's heart thundered in his ears and nostalgia washed over him, causing his skin to tingle along his arms and neck. Realizing his mouth was hanging open, he quickly closed it and swallowed hard. No... no, I'm seeing things, he thought, rubbing his eyes with his fingers before looking again. It can't be. It couldn't be. It's not possible. How is it him? He looks exactly the same! Zishu was still staring when the man approached him, a few bottles of water and a bag of gummy candies in his hand. Seeing the expression on Zishu's face, he frowned a little, tilting his head. Meeting his gaze, Zishu was so very close to absolutely certain that what was behind those dark eyes really was who he felt it to be. "Are you alright?" he asked, setting the items down. "What? Oh... sorry." Grabbing for the bottles, Zishu forced himself to look away and focus on his task. "I'm fine." Relaxing, the man pulled his wallet from his jacket pocket. "Okay. You just looked like you'd seen a ghost." "I thought I did," Zishu replied, but didn't look up again. "You look like someone I knew a long time ago. I apologize for staring like that." "It's fine. As long as you're alright." Zishu nodded and told them customer his total, giving his change and receipt quickly. He only looked up again when the man turned to leave, smiling a little when he glanced back and gave a short wave. Then, he was gone into the night. "Han Ying..." Zishu whispered, falling back onto the stool, clutching at the place over his heart. "Han Ying. Is it you? Is it really you?" On the trail of that wonder came another thought, painful and unbidden from the recesses of his mind. If Han Ying has been reborn... then... who else... who else...? He fought to shove it away, to steel himself against the thought, the hope and desire for it. It wasn't possible. Even this moment felt impossible. Han Ying. So many hundreds of lifetimes later and Han Ying was in front of him again. Alive. Breathing, living, alive. Calling out to his coworker where he was cleaning up some of the shelves, Zishu fled to the back so he could sit and think for a while.

#word of honor #word of honor fanfic #zhou zishu #zhou xu #shan he ling #woh #han ying #priest fanfic

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motivationisdead · 8 months

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The show does a really good job of showing the difference between ‘Wen Kexing with A-Xu’ and ‘Wen Kexing without A-Xu’ because Wen Kexing without Zhou Zishu is fucking terrifying.

So, naturally, I think the only solution to this is that Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu should be kept together at all times.

#that sounds reasonable to me #you don’t understand how much zhou zishu’s mere presence is lowering the body count exponentially #word of honor #wen kexing #zhou zishu #wen kexing with a-xu: 🥰🪭#wen kexing without a-xu: 🔪🩸

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wistwyrm · 4 months

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