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deadshadowcreature · 1 year
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Stuffs from Twitter
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fei-ren-zai · 30 days
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Art celebrating Fei Ren Zai's 1000th comic!
source: FRZ Weibo
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palehorsemen · 2 months
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Some illustrations to wonderful Fireworks of my heart
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mostlyfate · 2 years
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#rivals spying on their crush together be like Let’s Meet Now 见面吧就现在 (2022)
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lotus-duckies · 1 year
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if i had a nickel for everytime a masc disguised or transformed into a woman to go on a date with a man for some greater purpose and end up a lil bit Romanced i'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
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tarteggs · 6 months
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my roommate has informed me that if i post out of touch thursdays then she can have her teresa teng tuesdays
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kdram-chjh · 3 months
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Cdrama: Love's Deception (2023)
Full Version | Food fairy and city lord's love crossed in three lifetimes | [Love's Deception 再见君如故]
Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6upjl3TXfIw
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be-bi-do-crime · 2 years
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another day, another 24 hours of looping 诀爱 - Faye 詹雯婷(苍兰诀 Love Between Fairy And Devil OST) on spotify until the rest of the OST is uploaded too 😭🎶
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1-up-chump · 11 months
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Want to see a story where liu kang steps down as chosen one/champion bc like he LITERALLY cant keep doing this shit forever like thats so unreasonable. Other warriors are fully capable of filling in his shoes, his whole ass brother in kombat kung lao CAN DO IT. And HE DID DO IT IN DEADLY ALLIANCE.
Give my man a break from being the "protagonist" for once! Liu kang only keeps doing this bc he thinks he has no choice (bc nrs is unimaginative as hell to actually break the story's formula. Not by adding unnecessary crap but actually CHANGING and STICKING TO IT)
I wanna see liu kang go "you know what raiden? Go fuck yourself, i had DREAMS ok?? I wanted to be a dance instructor bc i LOVE dancing but you wouldn't know that bc all you wanted from me was my warrior's spirit and strength but you know what? Get kung lao to be chosen one bc im fucking DONE im going back to America ZÀI JIÀN"
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Oh, we got double strangulation marks...you don't get those unless you were strangled first and then hung up afterwards
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fei-ren-zai · 2 months
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Art for CNY 2024
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bwops · 7 months
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在某一天
希望那天我不再悲伤
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one day
hopefully on that day, i'm no longer sad
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trans-zhongli · 1 year
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sitting afk on genshin while switched to zhongli sometimes makes me want to disown him as my blorbo
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mostlyfate · 2 years
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And there are so many things I want to experience again.
Let’s Meet Now (见面吧就现在) 2022, dir. Mao De Shu.
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lotus-duckies · 1 year
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imagine being 6 feet tall being tied up with a 4 foot tall shrimp
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difeisheng · 2 months
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重逢
Fang Duobing thinks he sees him, one last time. All light and motion that doesn't stir the breeze, perched at the edge of Fang Duobing's bed, cloaked in white like the moon shining on his form through the window. If he would have dared to look upon him just a moment longer, Fang Duobing would have seen him smile. Warm like jade, set there like a sculpted figure. More distinct than the silhouette blurred on the back of Fang Duobing's eyelids when he curls away into the cradle of lingering sleep, the steady weight of Di Feisheng at his back. The weight that, still asleep with even breath though a dagger reflecting the stars lays beside him, tells Fang Duobing whoever he perceives cannot be any more real than a dream.
They're the only places the people he calls ghosts can ever find him.
Ghosts they are, ghosts they will remain, slipping through his fingers no matter how he grasps, and so Fang Duobing closes his eyes against the not-presence of Li Lianhua. Against hope he's too bone-tired to stoke back to life, whether in the world of sleep or waking. It's easier, in the darkness, where he can tell himself he's made his peace with absence and the world cannot fold itself around empty shape before him to deny it.
A breath falls against Fang Duobing's ear, more than A-Fei can be. He doesn't feel the bed dip with one's movement, but he does, more than hears, the faintest exhaled note of laughter against his skin. He does not open his eyes.
Something more deliberate than air brushes at his hair, stroking a loose strand out of his face. It's the puppetry of his own exhaustion and the wind, however his subconscious has chosen to make sense of it, Fang Duobing thinks. A dream, or an illusion, or whatever you might call this, is an unreliable thing. The joke is that you never realize as such until reality reclaims its place.
The amused laugh comes again, more whisper than can be wind. And then, in a silent night, more voice than whisper. "Zai jian, Fang Xiaobao."
He's too close, too easy to believe in, words at Fang Duobing's ear. Too easy to reach for with the soft touch to his forehead, a moment's impression of a kiss.
It is the teasing cruelty of it, the sting of the short-lived, that forces Fang Duobing to finally open his eyes. Only the moonlight is there to greet him.
Only he is there to call himself, for the thousandth time and with no other words left, a fool.
(They're not the last ones Fang Duobing hears that night, though he barely registers the rest. Later, caught on the precipice between sleep and the final ray of consciousness, bleeding away.)
(Despite that, he does know, with as much certainty as he knows he lives and breathes, whose voice it was.)
(He knows what Li Lianhua said.)
(Dui bu qi.)
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In the morning, something lays cushioned in Fang Duobing's open palm. A hairpin, fine in detail. Two lotus pods, twisted together at the stems, down a curved, entwined line.
Seeds of rebirth. Restart. A signifier of a new life begun, and so the old, the dead, must have said their farewell. The weight of this pin, once worked through another's hair by his own hand, is far more than its delicacy in Fang Duobing's hold.
He realizes with a start, the sun dawning on a day like any other, where he will find Li Lianhua again.
When.
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Not in this lifetime.
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The knowledge is, in its quiet ache, a comfort.
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