#the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn

[mythvoiced]

@2heir | continued

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He'd never meant for this.

Lan Wangji - Hanguang-Jun, was a terribly difficult man to read. Zhìjiàn was terribly stubborn about putting in the effort. There are very few things in life he'll be stubborn over, he doesn't want to impose, he doesn't want to overstep, he doesn't even want to ask. But he tries to read. Beyond even what he might need to understand why whenever someone else recognizes him it doesn't end well.

They do double-takes and Zhìjiàn will disappear, haunted by the echoes of someone mumbling 'gosh, must have been a nightmare'. He'd never been equalled to something like that - he'd rather not be parallel to something at all.

But here Hanguang-Jun stands, so perfectly prim, so perfectly proper, and Zhìjiàn can only feel himself tense at the bow, at the assessment, the statement, really. A tightness to his lips, an ache not his own, but rather a mirror of whatever it is that has Hanguang-Jun stare the way he does.

So he tries to read... and then, sometimes... he tries to ask.

It'd be easier to continue pretending he isn't curious.

"Hanguang-Jun," Zhìjiàn starts, he'd love to explain, he never does anything without good reason, he doesn't break promises, he keeps his words whether or not anyone wants him to. But here, here he skips over an explanation as to his being late: because his being late is caused by enough thinking he feels somewhat confident in... asking.

"I have asked about you," a gentle voice, a light tilt to his head, Zhìjiàn always speaks to people as though they were... fragile... or he too much of a bad omen. "You are... well-respected. And important. Why do you spend your time waiting for me here? I'm no one."

A reflection. A death. A mourner. Wouldn't it be better to not see Zhìjiàn again? He's not whoever Lan Wangji sees and looks at when he thinks Zhìjiàn isn't trying to read.

#2heir #the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn #the fortune bringer;lucky orb;mdzs verse #heya ready for the ACHING the PAIN~? love putting your wangji in pain i'd do it any day ♥ #'and smiling like a bleeding wound on wangji's chest' Nassy are you kidding me just STAB ME PLEASE #;queue

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Huáng Zhìjiàn

"I... just can't shake the feeling that you should not be doing that while be wearing that, I am sorry."

#;open starter #the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn #the fortune bringer;open #unfortunately zhìjiàn is not easy to write tomfuckery for he's always so genuine and careful with his words it's a pain #SO this is my living good luck charm he's a he/him and 1134 years old apparently tho i can't remember how i reached that number lmoa #it's probably no longer accurate to the year we're in right now BUT NO MATTER #he's older than a millennium that's the relevant part #he's kind of like a revenant he's technically dead but also stuck being alive #he can't ever change from the way he appeared in the moment of his death so he can't cut his hair for example it'll regrow #he brings good luck based entirely on what he considers good luck to be but he doesn't know that last part #he's also always very Responsible and all that it's a pain he's Very Good like DAMN #;queue #KLDG I FEEL LIKE i should be sleeping bc i saw the gif i'd loaded because i thought it could fit #but it turned out to be one of those dramatic windy zoom-in ones and the way i had to hold in my laughter it's #23:35 while i'm writing this and i've had some Exhausting days (where i was simply Exhausted apparently) #and adding that gif onto this post somehow felt like the funniest shit i've ever done so HUZZAH

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Huáng Zhìjiàn

The situation is dire. That's the only word that could be possibly used, if Zhìjiàn himself has managed to break down the psychological barrier keeping him from actively putting a stop to someone else's endeavour.

He's the permanent seeker of 'reasons', ways to not necessarily justify or excuse someone, but the constant need to find a 'because' to every 'why', what do we know, after all? How could we ever truly hope to understand someone's deepest motivations?

Isn't every villain a hero in their own story?

He clears his head before taking a necessary step forward.

"I don't mean to intrude, really, but... this is the fifth time we've done this in the past two hours, don't you think you... maybe you might... you know, why don't we do something else...?"

#;open starter #the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn #the fortune bringer;open #the lore here is that zhìjiàn brings good luck depending on what he considers a 'fortunate turn of events' #whatever your muse is up to clearly zhìjiàn very deeply thinks it'd be fortunate for it to turn out a certain way #but bro-oski-howdy we can't be doing this All Day #this works better if it's a little pre-est because it IS implied that they spent at least some time prior to those two hours together ♥ #haven't written ANYTHING for my lil darling here in... oh god way too long HERE HE IS AGAIN ♥ #;queue

[mythvoiced]

@theimpalpable | the GBEP

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Waves crash.

Tsunamis are made from crashes.

When something bursts at the bottom of the ocean, it creates massive waves that stumble over themselves and keep moving. The momentum of breaking once their roots hit the ground as it becomes steep to reach the shore allow the water to wash over land it had never touched before.

Or hadn't in a few hundred years.

If witnessed from afar, the waves of water move slowly. The viewpoint has too much to look at, after all, doesn't put into perspective just how quickly it happens, how fast cars are turned into blaring sirens floating aimlessly through streets and alleys, how houses come apart under the strongest nature has to offer.

It's similar to watching Zhìjiàn when he crashes into Kiheon's arms.

He is only moved away from them because Kiheon is moving.

From afar, he's but a man with unorthodox long hair, a character straight out of a wuxia perhaps? Moving swiftly, as if in a hurry, through a sea of people, causing small ripples and stumbles, but never enough to be worrisome for the crowd isn't thick enough to make him dangerous.

Because dangerous he would be, if the crowd had tried to stop him.

It's in his eyes.

There's no time, no space to stop.

There are images flashing in them, he's hyper-focused on the sight before him, and miles away at the same time, he sees their silhouette, he sees them move along beaten paths without cement, he sees them smile privately in a way so unique to them, he associates them to soft breezes and calm reassurances and the distinct settling of a feeling resounding like 'it'll be all right' mumbled into his hair.

Just a man power-walking through a crowd.

But up close, Zhìjiàn is frantic, frantic when he's pulled in, taut like a wire threatening to snap as he tries to drag himself into Kiheon's arms as much as Kiheon into his own. He grabs, on for dear life, releases again for dear life. He's a mess of limbs, trembling slightly under the quaking inside his chest.

Tears fill his eyes as they helplessly roam Kiheon's features and it can't be real, can it? Distinctly, perhaps, his ears are ringing. Distinctly, he's so relieved it's starting to ache again, distinctly he sobs a sound of relief he can't describe at the sound of Kiheon's voice and presses his fingers into their cheeks, shushing them, trying to stop the stumbling of their words, trying to mark their skin with the sight of his hands on their face, is this real, is this true, is this fact, is he allowed?

He rips his hands away again.

He doesn't know what to do with them.

He hasn't figured out how to speak again. He's whispered Kiheon's name again into a moment of silence because that's all his brain can compute.

At the offered hand, he barely notices his own falling into it as if had waited for this moment only, for centuries past.

Then he closes his eyes.

It's all going way too fast.

Is this okay? Is this real? Is he allowed?

"Hold on, five seconds, hold on," a whispered plea, and wasn't there a crowd? Was there really? Does it matter? Does anything beyond Kiheon matter?

#theimpalpable #the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn #can you believe you made me smile enough that i forgot who i was;kiheon & zhijian #THEY'RE BACK THEY'RE BACK I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG MY MUSE FOR ZHIJIAN JUST--- #GOSH DIDDLY DARN DARN IT BUT HERE HE IS AGAIN HERE THEY ARE AGAIN AND I AM #LISTEN EVEN IF MUSE DIES?? MY ADORATION FOR THE SHIP NEVER DOES IF ANYTHING #I START THROWING THINGS AT THE MUSE AS PUNISHMENT FOR NOT ALLOWING ME TO DO THE THING WITH YOU >:/ #the iconic myulmang rp resources creator created a FUCKLOAD of gifs of this actor ALAS i wrote up a scenario #i couldn't fight a gif for I'LL BRING GIFS AGAIN IN THE NEXT INSTALLMENT #;queue

[mythvoiced]

@jeoseungsaja | ♥ | randomiser - 2 - Huáng Zhìjiàn

“Whatever the reason, you’re trying to find out now. It’s not the same as that time.”

#jeoseungsaja #the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn #SO SO!!! SO!!!!!1 ALEX !!!!! I love you ♥ AND ALSO I used a randomiser right a number from 1-41 based on the muse docs THAT YOU #SAW AND!! gave me validation over i luv u ♥ AND 2 CAME OUT AND YKNOW THIS??? IMG FGFHGGNH SOrry but this is mighty intriguing-- #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY AND WORKS? IF NOT FOR WHATEVER REASON I CAN SIMPLY RANDOMISE AGAIN AND NYOOM SOMETHING ELSE #YOUR WAY OR EVEN NOTHING AT ALL IF YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND~ #;queue

[mythvoiced]

@theimpalpable​ | "I like seeing you smile." (Kiheon to Zhìjiàn 🥺) 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS

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Now, what exactly is he supposed to do in response?

Dal doesn’t seem particularly inclined to give him an answer, even while Zhìjiàn freezes near their head, staring into their deep set poetry-worthy eyes, and wondering if they’re hiding any judgement within them.

He doesn’t think the hooved companion capable of enough rudeness to see Zhìjiàn’s predicament and consider it in need of a judgemental look, but he also wouldn’t exactly blame them for it. One moment they’re being cooed at, gentle whispers of appreciation for their general existence washing over them along with the brush of his semi-soft hands along their sturdy neck, accompanying his small assessment of their undiscussed presence and beauty with his typical smiles, those he reserves for moments like these, when the world moves a little slower and they may just be allowed to pretend they’re not stuck on it forever; the next Kiheon’s voice eases through the tranquillity with the kind precision of a tailor, adorning royals and legendary beauties with soft fabrics resembling clouds and lillies.

He hadn’t forgotten they were there, how could he? He’s here because he knows Kiheon is here. Sure, they still put in half the effort of pretending to be walking into, stumbling upon the other. But for that he should have been unaware of their back moving through the crowd, should have been unaware of Dal’s appearance to make a beeline for it whenever he’d recognise the horse, should have actually bothered to not steer directly towards the gentle wind he always thinks to feel coming from Kiheon’s general direction.

But the silence that had fallen had been amicable and gentle, a blanket over shoulders in much need of rest, Kiheon too. He can’t imagine what goes on when they don’t meet, don’t know the intricacies of the worries they may face, but there’s something beneath their gaze that makes it difficult to hope for a life completely devoid of troubles, no matter how often he looks to the sky and wonders if he can ask it to look out and make sure that all Kiheon must face is the next reason for that gentle smile Zhìjiàn loses all of his thoughts and conclusions in.

He hadn’t expected said silence to be interrupted like this.

He can feel his fingers grow numb as the blood in his veins gathers itself from wherever it can to shoot directly into his cheeks and now Dal must see the fool in him, if anyone was quick-witted enough, who but this trusty companion?

His hands twitch, mid-air still, drop a little lower, lift again, as if he doesn’t quite know what to make of them, and ends with pressing them against his neck, as if he needs to suppress the warmth being emitted by the blush slowly climbing along it.

He spins around to face Kiheon, doesn’t stop to wonder just how ridiculous he looks. “I like seeing you smile,” he sputters, more of an explosion, than a simple statement, a compliment to return the one delivered. It sounds more as though Zhìjiàn needs Kiheon to be aware of this, now that they themself had breached this topic, had walked into it confidently enough that Zhìjiàn too found no reason to hold back all those feelings he was slowly working through in regards to the other.

Then the eye contact gets a little heavy to handle and Zhìjiàn finds nothingness in the air to quickly glance at, his hands falling from his skin, absentmindedly entangling with his hair and fixing it along the motion as if he’d intended for that.

Ah, hell, what is he doing.

“I like seeing you smile,” he says again, firmer this time, without the urgency of making sure Kiheon knows it, loud and clear, but the gentle confidence of someone who’d gladly say it a hundred times more. “I like seeing you.”

#theimpalpable #the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn #can you believe you made me smile enough that i forgot who i was;kiheon & zhijian #my hand is stuck i can't get it off my chest i can't stop clutching it i need medical assistance pls help-- #oh god you can tell which tags i write before i start and which are the ones i write after i'm finished with writing because #the ones that are from after i wrote are the ones that you can find written on my tombstonE WHAT HAPPENED #OH GOD I HOPE THIS IS OKAY??? HE JUST REALLY... HAD A WHOLE MOMENT THE KIHEON EFFECT PEOPLE HOW-- #HOW IS BABIE RABBIT HERE MEANT TO JUST SURVIVE SUCH A LINE Dal pls look after us #ALSO I HOPE IT'S OKAY THAT DAL IS FEATURED HERE? PLS LET ME KNOW IF YOU'D RATHER I DIDN'T #OR IF YOU NEED/WANT ME TO CHANGE ANYTHING AT ALL I'LL DO IT INSTANTLY #AND ALSO IF ANYTHING MAKES NO SENSE IN REGARDS TO THE INTERPRETAION OF BOTH DAL AND KIHEON if i got #way too ahead of myself and such AND YEAH I HOPE FDKLJHKLG YEAH OMG SORRY ROTTED MY OWN BRAIN #THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MGOD #holy shit Wuji started playing on my shuffle the MOMENT i added the gif i need to go LAY DOWN-- #;queue

[mythvoiced]

THESE ARE FOR THE PRECIOUS BUNNY, THE BRIGHTEST OF SUNS, I ADORE HIM SO MUCH (a certain haetae does as well and I don’t blame them) UWIHEIDUWHD

Zhìjiàn, does it bother you when people think you’re some sort of lucky charm that could attract fortune no matter the situation? Even after years of having these abilities, do you still find difficulty on getting a hold of them or have you found a way to wrap your hands around them, at least, for the most part? What calms you; what’s something that allows you find ease? Last but not least, can you please name four anything (could be things, places, people, animals, etc) that make you smile?

@jeoseungsaja | this is why my connection shattered it trembles under the weight OF MY ADORATION FOR ALEX AND MY GRATITUDE I WEEP-

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It’s not love-hate, per se, but it’s not fully love either. There’s something about questions that has Zhìjiàn’s heart permanently split in two, the side that so adores all that interest implies, so long as it is genuine, the knowledge of existing for fractions of times relevant enough in someone’s mind to generate curiosity within them, the knowledge to exist at all. And then the other side, the side that worries about what might be elicited out of him in response, what falsehoods he might have to deliver to protect himself and those around him, to cause as little trouble and havoc as possible.

It’s fine now, probably. Fine enough, at least, in the face of someone who already knows anyway, judging by the questions posed. That at least alleviates the pressure, the weight, of centuries and lies mentioned, while also accentuating their presence that much more than it usually is when he has to pay it no mind.

He scratches at the spot of skin that separates where his jaws connect to his ear, an itch that isn’t really there as he seems to pluck his thoughts out of the air. It’s warm today, his sleeves are rolled up, and there’s a half-eaten tangerine in his hand, a slice still in the process of being chewed.

“I guess... It does,” he starts after swallowing the part of citrus fruit he’d used as an excuse to collect his thoughts. He avoids eye contact because it’s easier that way, appears to be counting the clouds in the sky. “It doesn’t bother me, per se, it’s,” he gestures vaguely with his empty hand, tries to find the words to encompass in the shortest sentence he can find what is truly his emotional response to that assumption.

“It worries me? It worries me because this assumption usually leads to trouble for those that make it.” He grimaces, as if replaying in his inner eye all the scenarios that function as proof to that statement. “The second question is actually part of why this worries me,” he looks down again, starts plucking another slice from the awaiting tangerine.

“There’s not much I can actually do to function as a proper lucky charm to anyone who might need me. It feels misleading when I can’t fix that assumption, you know? It feels like I’m cheating someone out of their time and out of their hope. Because I don’t... While I always try, I can’t claim confidently enough that everything will go according to plan.”

He pops the slice into his mouth and sighs around it as he fixes his posture on the log he’s sitting on. A home for mushrooms and insects, abandoned in the middle of a vast field, the only remains of the tree that had once stood here, overseeing cows and sheep, depending on who took their animals to graze. Now it continues to serve. In a slightly different way.

“I try. I always do. I always will. But... I’ve found that... Noble causes lead to better results?” He seems half-hesitant to claim this, a small frown speeding past his features for a moment as he uses the tangerine to aid his thoughts into settling. “Noble causes lead to better results. But also, not always, it’s... Well, I truly try.”

He turns at that, goes for a smile, and he’s always managed those well, because it’s just natural to him, his lips pull into one as if they were meant to offer that before they were meant to aid in the pronounciation of words, before they were meant to claim that next slice. If he could age, he’d have long since gained wrinkles in all the spots meant to prove this.

But he can’t.

“I try my best. Because getting to do good, that calms me.”

No, that’s a lie.

He sighs, keeps the smile on stubbornly. “Well, moments like these calm me more, actually.” He looks around again, as if he fears he’s only got a limited amount of time to take it all in, only a moment to enjoy a moment, with the morbidity of someone who thinks he won’t ever be allowed to witness something like this again.

“Getting to sit somewhere and watch the world... be. Or turn, as was discovered,” he chuckles. What a wild ride it is, witnessing history so up close. “I like the way nature does whatever it wants, animals continue down their paths, no matter how much humanity steps into their way. They adapt, sometimes they die... But everything keeps going, everything keeps moving. And I get to sit here, eat a tangerine or two, and enjoy good company.”

He bursts this time with his smile, out of every pore on his face, because he loves getting to say the truth, and he’s not often spoken words truer than those just offered. Then he turns slightly, glancing around himself, behind, reaching for the shirt he’d dropped there, removing the folded corners to pluck something out.

Then he turns and motions with his other hand, beckons the listener to present a palm. “Four things that make me smile, well, this,” he pulls back and smiles, as if to underline his words, or perhaps simply truly enjoy the moment.

Then he turns his head towards the sun and closes his eyes, smiling into the warmth. “The sun. The moon, too. Centipedes,” he opens his eyes at that, blinks, as if he surprised himself with that option, before he breaks into a chuckle.

Then the sun descends over his features again and he thinks of warm hands and long braids, carefully crafted accessoires and a horse with a grey mane, thinks of royalty and its fangs, and how ‘everything will be alright’ actually sounds true when they say it. Envisions them and all they are and the years since then and the years up until now spent smiling this fondly at nothing in particular, warm and soft as if a blanket of fur to lay upon to look up at the sky and share nights and talks with.

“People, you said? Well, maybe there’s someone. But they’re a little more than just a people. They’re the person. Ish.” A wink for an inside joke shared with himself and then he drops, allowing himself to fall backwards into the grass behind the log.

#jeoseungsaja #the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn #the fortune bringer;about #me as i ugly sob: is it clear that he's referring to Kihoon PLS TELL ME IT'S CLEAR-- #JUST BECAUSE I'M SHAKING IN MY SEAT 'ISH' REFERS TO THEM NOT BEING A PERSON IN THE SPECIES SENSE #IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE #ALSO ALEX I SERIOUSLY CANNOT STRESS HOW ??? HOW DO I THANK YOU FOR THESE #I CONTINUE TO SAY THAT NEVERMIND I LIKE THE POST BECAUSE THE QUESTIONS YOU SEND #THE WAY THESE ALLOW ME TO FIND THE VOICES OF THESE CHARACTERS #THE CARE FOR THIS SUNSHINE BUNNY HOW YOU'RE INTERESTED IN HIM AND JUST AND THE PLOT WITH KIHEON AND I- #ALEX I LOVE YOU SO AND JSUT THANK YOU SO MUCH I HOPE THIS IS IN ANY WAY INTERESTING??? #;queue

[mythvoiced]

Would it be too shameless if I also sent a smash or pass for Kijian, I-

@theimpalpable | SMASH OR PASS

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Zhìjiàn wasn’t born an idiot nor meant to grow into an ignorant.

He was brought up like a son who’d one day need to raise his own sons, brought up like someone who’d be there for others, someone who would listen and someone who might have seriously considered - given the opportunity now robbed from him due to the morals he himself nurtures - having a large family.

He knows what you need to do to get there. And he’s old enough that he wouldn’t have avoided finding out even if he hadn’t known before... Well... You know.

But that doesn’t mean it’s a simple topic to discuss when he’s a subject of it. Consider sex as its mere concept and you’ll have an available conversation partner in Zhìjiàn. Ask him if he wants to... Uh... Well, if he’d consider. If he’d consider Kiheon attractive enough to potentially consider them...

Wouldn’t it be? Wouldn’t it be odd? Especially without Kiheon around, he’d...

But, well, Kiheon has very nice hands. And a very kind, small, special, and wonderful smile. And such warm eyes. And...

“Well, it... I don’t know how respectful it is to discuss this... Like this, behind their back, so, how about we leave it at it’s not pass, hm?”

#theimpalpable #the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn #can you believe you made me smile enough that i forgot who i was;kiheon & zhijian #me whenever i get to use a dynamic's tag [INCOHERENT BLUBBERING] #NEVER TOO SHAMELESS IT'S ALL FREE REAL ESTATE PLEASE KNOW THIS IS ALEX NATION #EVERYTHING IS THE RIGHT THING TO DO FKHLGJKFLGH #AM I INTERPRETING THESE too sexually I don't know I'M-- I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED #WHY ARE MY MUSES LIKE THIS EVERYONE'S JUST SAYING SMASH-- #I'm not surprised here I was just curious to find out how he'd PUT IT and this is... I'm sorry I LOVE THEM SO #I LOVE OUR DYNAMICS SO MUCH Kiki hey A-Jiàn likes your hands and smile and eyes- #;queue

[mythvoiced]

-. The Fortune Bringer

Huáng Zhìjiàn | Old™ | He/him

Immortality with a catch! After being one of the two only survivors left behind in a village being pillaged by people he’ll never know the true nature and/or intentions of, Zhìjiàn effectively dies by doing what he’s done all his life: putting his own needs and wishes aside to fulfil someone else���s, ergo, by throwing himself beneath a blade that would have meant the death of someone else. This act of selflessness, as cherry on top to a life seriously lived never taking, finding satisfaction in giving, Zhìjiàn is brought back to life with a catch. Several, actually. One: He’s not truly alive, he’s mostly physically stuck in time, cut hair will regrow to its original length, the scar around his throat will never fade, he will never age. Two: He’s a good luck charm now! He can bring luck to anyone... but himself. And ‘luck’ is to be considered a rather vague, individual, ever-changing term, for what fortune is changes from perspective to perspective. 

TW: death, poverty, depression, grief, depression, onset psychosis given specific circumstances Tags below ♥

#;intro #the fortune bringer;zhìjiàn #the fortune bringer;gallery #the fortune bringer;about #the fortune bringer;open #the fortune bringer;musings #sorry for not specifying just exactly HOW OLD but i'm fixing up timelines and stuff to see which eras i should further research into #for reference i do like to think that the YEAR he died in was 888 because i am absolutely hilarious apparently #LKFGJJKLHFGHJL I'M SO SORRY to anyone reading these tags but yes he's old #OH please do read his about for particularities in regards to his abilities because yesh they're important ♥ THANK YOU ♥

[mythvoiced]

-. The Misfortune Bringer

Gāo Chén | Old™ | They/them

I’ve never spoken of this particular individual, but they’re my fortune bringer’s counterpart. Characterised by the same stagnant immortality, Chén became what they are now on the same day Zhìjiàn became what he is now; while Zhìjiàn die trying to save Chén’s life and was given the ability to effectively function as a lucky charm to whomever crosses paths with him, Chén died the same way they did most throughout their life: passively and without a care for all those around them. Sounds a bit unfair, but it’s to transition into Chén being a misfortune bringer, where their mere presence can lead to drastic bad luck befalling all or most your endeavours. One of the greatest contrasts between Chén and Zhìjiàn is, though, how self-aware Chén is in contrast to Zhìjiàn, meaning the latter mostly isn’t, while Chén has sort of begun uncovering the intricacies of their predicament.

TW: death, suicidal ideation, nihilism, an overall rather negative and macabre outlook on life Tags below ♥

#;ooc #;intro #the misfortune bringer;chén #the misfortune bringer;musings #the misfortune bringer;about #the misfortune bringer;gallery #the misfortune bringer;open #HERE THEY ARE ;WWWWWWWWWW; a struggle for in character resources because i can't find any that resemble how they look like now #but that's okay because they're not that important THE WRITING IS TOP PRIORITY #FLKGLHKJG yeah fdklhj sorry #;queue