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[pctaldrunk]

@zheheimao​ asked   :    who  was  the  shape  in  the  shadows ? // for A-Yao and Xichen //    -   music of the night (accepting)

Turns slightly with a frown to look out into the darkness that’s only faintly illuminated by SQUARES of light spilling from the entrance to the halls. “ - Someone’s THERE? Did you see someone, Er-ge?” It’s not so easy to sneak up on him, after THE WAR - and ever since he moved here. The only one he can think of who’s thus far proven to do so...should be down at his training grounds, making up whatever new horrible concoction of the week he’s assembling. Or perhaps his candy fund is running low? Regardless, Jin Guangyao shakes head and purses his lips, turning around to smile at his er-ge. ” - Ah, it’s probably one of the newer disciples.” Raises his voice a little for the little delinquent, knowing that dage’s still in the hall and not wanting to make a scene of an evening that had been fairly pleasant - “I’ll see what they need later.”

#zheheimao #𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐀𝐎 : 金牡丹 #interaction : why do you fight like your running out of time. why do you write like history has its eyes on you #((i hope this is ok!!!)) #((if u need anything rewritten just dm me!!)) #((i set it in my main verse which is generally post war lanling pre all the bad shit happeing)) #((s o!!)) #((that's whre we are!!)) #((in my had anyway!!))

[dreams-of-fate]

@zheheimao​ said:  ❝  you can come to me with anything.  anything at all.  ❞ ( Nie.Mingjue & L.XC ) thank you for the follow back.

        A considerate and thoughtful thing for his old friend to say. He expected nothing less of him, but the creeping sensation in the back of his mind that told him going to Xichen wasn’t an option. Not after all the times he chose to stand up for Meng Yao, not in general because he didn’t understand how he felt. 

        But that wasn’t right, was it? His sandi was good at lying, manipulating words masterfully, and so Xichen never saw the whole truth. 

       “Thank you, erdi,” Mingjue said, the touch of softness in the corner of his lips. 

#Ask ;; #;; nie.mingjue #zheheimao #(you're welcome!!) #(thanks for the ask : D) #tw gaslighting onesself

[evcryopeneye]

@zheheimao​​ asked: ❛ Fairy , i know what i saw . ❜ ( Feng Wu & Yu Mingye) 

Today had began so well. A glorious mood. The light breeze of the summer heralding cold air from the mountains, sweeping away the sweltering humidity of the summer, leaves and petals from trees scattered around the floor. It had been going so damn well, right up until the moment she’d got into an argument with Jun Linyuan.

It wasn’t like Feng Wu hated the man. She just thought him, and the whole royal family, was full of shit.

She had been stewing on it all night, pacing her room as she thought over and over and over again. It wasn’t healthy. Feng Wu knew that but right now she didn’t want healthy. She wanted to slap Zuo Qingluan across the face. Twice. No. Three times.

Zuo had her blood. While Feng Wu didn’t remember anything before waking up on that forest floor. She felt sick to her stomach each time the woman came into view. Feng Wu might have won the fight, fair and square, but Zuo had come out the victor. There was little Feng Wu disliked more than being humiliated, that was what it felt like. Humiliation. Being made into a laughing stock, or being made out to be the manipulative bully.

“What did you see?” There’s a bite to her question, laced with anger…before she caught herself, and the emotion quickly dissipated. “The part where it turned out the person who was apparently my bet friend betrayed me, or the part where she humiliated me?”

#&&char: Feng Wu #zheheimao

[sizhuibattleguqin]

zheheimao asked:

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ ( for Jingyi ?)

The young man was not mad he was just tired the strike had been to his shoulder and he wanted to say it was a common occurrence but he couldn't. They had been attacked by a farmer who had caught both unawares when they were traveling through his corn field. They should have been more careful, corn was expensive but it had been late and Sizhui didn't think anything was awake at this hour.

The man had a good aim and the pierced marks in Lan Sizhui's shoulder was proof enough of that. He glanced at Jingyi and smiled with a nod. "I know it will." he said "Lets just get it cleaned up so that it doesn't get infected." not that there was a huge concern of that. He knew that Jingyi was mad--at the farmer, at himself for not stopping it in time. Sizhui had been in one of his trances so he could not dodge, he had been trying to reach out to dead in this area to get a good idea of the path their nigh hunt needed to continue on.

The farmer had been embarrassed and horrified he had harmed a cultivator that had come to help him.. Since it had been his farm that had been hit for the past six nights. Each night something taken from cows to corn. They had given the pair a room, and access to the kitchen and house as they needed. Sizhui glanced to his bared arm and frowned. "Its already sore, luckily it missed the joint. “ He said as he rotated it with a frown.

He was steady as the salve was applied to the wound. Though it was to be washed off and would kill anything within the wound and burned like fire. He braced himself and didn't make a sound though his eyes scrunched up at the edges in pain. "I have no doubt that if the good farmer is experiencing difficulties that its not human--he is good with that pitchfork." he said "So we need to figure out where the trouble is emanating from."

@zheheimao​

#Verse: Clouds & Assassin Cords #zheheimao #Lan Jingyi #(( feel free to make it much more worse if you want I love shared adventure threads )) #⁻─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.qᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ᴬ qᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ Qᵘᵉ

[achromaticstars-archived]

‘ what will make you feel better? ’ // for Cheong San && Nam Ra //

Caring for sick muses |still accepting|

It was a question that Cheong-San didn’t know how to answer, he doubted that he would be able to find that answer. How could he feel better after everything that happened? How could he after those teeth sunk into his arm?

An unseeing eye. A scarred bite rested against his skin. Memories that he was unable to escape from.

The teenager wasn’t the only one who had to deal with the traumatic memories from the moment those fearful screams filled the school. From the moment that the first bitten appeared in that classroom, appeared in the hallways of the place that once was Hyosen High School.Trauma that most likely no one was going to get over anytime soon whether they were still human or one of the many humbies that called these empty streets home. Something that Cheong-San had been turned into, the virus didn’t make him into one of the mindless wandering dead.

He was still aware. He was still able to think and feel everything that a regular human could. Would they even still be considered human?

Cheong-San did not know. There were too many unknowns out there for everyone that had survived before the fire and ash filled the air. Ash that he had woken up covered in surrounded by the bodies that had fallen into a pit.

It was Nam-Ra who found him though while he spent most of those months by himself because of the fear that lingered over him. He was afraid that he might hurt someone, afraid that he might hurt one of his friends if they ever cross paths again. Afraid that he might hurt someone who had been effected by the virus. She was someone he could trust though, she was someone who could help him deal with what he was now.

She knew how it felt to have those teeth sink into you.

Resting his head back against the wall, he closed his eyes not knowing how to respond. Not knowing what to say, this was the only thing he could think of what to say

“I don’t know...”

#It's Train to Busan #zheheimao #m: lee cheong-san #v: to live as a humbie #(I hope my humbie verse is okay) #(and sorry that this took me a bit)

[zheheimao]

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#r. #rules

[sizhuibattleguqin]

zheheimao asked: “When you’re hurt and scared for so long, the fear and pain turn to hate and the hate starts to change the world.” ( for Nam Ra )

from this meme [_here_] accepting.

He   sat   on   the   roof   top   over   looking   the   destruction   of   the   city   bow   and   blade   at   his   side   he   did   not   expect   company   yet.   Shushu   Ning   and   Cheong-San   had   gone   to   gather   things.   Sizhui   was   not   really   needed   below   but   he   still   kept   a   silent   vigil   until   the   others   returned.   He   always   would   when   his   family   was   out   in   the   zombie   and   debris   strewn   streets.   She   was   quiet   but   she   was   not   quiet   enough   for   his   trained   hearing.  

The   blade   slipped   free   from   the   blue   sheath   and   was   extended   to   point   at   her   until   he   realized   who   was   with   him.   “Ah,   apologies   Nam   Ra.”   he   said   as   the   blade   was   quick   sheathed   in   one   elegant   movement.   Where   his   skill   had   been   passable   due   to   his   martial   arts   training   it   had   improved   significantly   with   the   bombing.   He   motioned   to   the   spot   beside   him.   He   could   tell   something   was   on   her   mind.   So   he   held   his   peace   and   gave   her   time   to   talk   to   him   if   she   choose   to   do   so.  

Her   words   honestly   didn’t   surprise   him.  

“It   has   already   changed   the   world–I   don’t   think   you   know   what   started   all   this.   Few   people   do.”   he   said   softly   “We   hacked   the   files   we   found   out   things.”   he   said   quietly   as   he   watched   for   movement   below.   “Its   how   we   have   our   wifi   signal   at   all,   how   we   have   online   classes   now–how   I   can   get   the   truth   out   to   the   public.”   he   took   a   small   breath.   “It   all   started   because   of   bullying   so   I   can   not   dispute   your   words.”   he   whispered.   “I   can   not   say   you   are   wrong.”   Violet   eyes   rose.   “This   is   the   price   for   being   pushed   to   far,   this   is   the   price   for   cruelty,   for   arrogance,   for   anger   and   for   looking   the   other   way.”   he   said   solemnly.   “Humanity   has   been   trying   to   destroy   itself   time   and   time   again–this   time–”   he   motioned   outwards   towards   the   ruins   of   the   bombed   city.   “It   was   successful”   the   whole   mess   was   likely   only   going   to   become   worse.  

“There   is   still   hope   though–the   medicine   seems   to   be   working.   For   you,   for   Cheong-San   for   Wen-Ning.”   he   said   to   her.   “We   just   need   to   learn   from   our   mistakes.”   his   tone   low   and   serious.   “I   want   to   say   its   an   isolated   event.   Hyosen   suffered—”   he   shook   his   head.   “I   can’t   though.”   his   tone   quiet.   “The   military   has   the   dna   of   the   zombies,   and   of   the   hombie   or   halfbies   or   what   ever   term   you   prefer.”   he   pulled   the   small   metal   tin   from   the   bag   at   his   side   and   passed   it   to   her.   “Medicine,   I   know   your   not   comfortable   around   many   people.”   he   glanced   upwards   “I   just   hope   I   am   overly   concerned   from   shell   shock   as   opposed   to   being   right."  

#Verse: The dead shall rise #zheheimao #Nam Ra #(( I hope this works for you. )) #(( I put it in the same verse I share with my Cheong-San if you would rather a different verse let me know. ))

[achromaticstars-archived]

“We’ll figure this out.” ( for WWX & LWJ )

Drabble List #2 |still accepting|

That concern lingered over Wei Wuxian's head while it was hard to ignore because of the information that continued to appear across the screen whether it be on the TV or social media. It was everywhere, Hyosen was in danger because of the strange things that were happening in the streets. It was hard to get a true idea on what was going on because of all the reports that were coming in while there was one thing which continued to be repeated.

Every single news station and social media posts were referring it whatever was happening as the zombie apocalypse. They kept mentioning that people were apparently biting other people.

His concern was there because of their son, Sizhui was there as he didn’t hesitate to try and get ahold of it him, but it was difficult. The phone just continued to ring over and over again causing that concern to grow even more. Was Sizhui okay? Was he somewhere safe? These are answers that he was able to get while there was only one thing that he could do unless his husband already saw the news. The raven doubted that anyone was able to ignore what was going on though especially when it continued to pop up like this on all different channels over and over again. It was everywhere.

Wei Ying was quick to reach out to Lan Zhan though before waiting nervously for the man to return to their home, he couldn’t help, but pace all because of the concern for their soon. It seemed that Lan Zhan knew about what was happening in Hyosen, It most likely wasn’t going to be an easy feat to get to where Sizhui was, it would be difficult to find him among that chaos. There was a chance they wouldn’t be allowed in either especially because of how fast this disease was spreading. Was it even considered a disease?

Glancing up at gold-eyed man, he nodded

“What are we going to do?”

#the demonic cultivator #zheheimao #m: wei wuxian #v: ?? #(I have yet to make his all of us are dead verse xd)

[achromaticstars-archived]

[ approval ] your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made . ( LWJ & Cheong-San he has his approval over his boy as long as they are happy.)

NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE |still accepting|

This was not what Cheong-San was expecting when it came to meeting the parents that raised his boyfriend, no one expected the zombie apocalypse to make an appearance though. They had plans to travel once school was over with for both of them, that was when he was going to meet Sizhui’s parents, but the dangers that appeared in the streets of Hyosen quickly changed that. Even more so when those teeth from Gwi-Nam sunk into his arm leaving the scarred bite that he continued to carry with him.

A scar that wasn’t going to disappear anytime soon. He was one of the many humbies that called the ruined streets homes, it wasn’t like they had anywhere else to go though. The camp that was sheltering his friends and the rest of the survivors were unsafe for them, they had no choice, but to stay in hiding especially when the military decided to make an appearance. Military that could not be trusted because of the decisions that they made to deal with the situation at hand. He knew that Sizhui didn’t trust them at all, he struggled to trust anyone who was a stranger even if they were from Hyosen.

It was better to be cautious.

Caution that was causing him to hesitate to see Sizhui, he didn’t want to hurt him. It took time before he was able to gather that courage to see the one that he missed dearly, he wanted nothing more, but to see him again. And Nam-Ra gave him that final push to go see him which was the reason why they were living underneath the same roof now. It was Sizhui who was helping him stay who he was, helping him deal with those cravings with the medicine that had been created by his hand. Cheong-San had gotten better with the help of the medicine, Sizhui, and his strong will.

The arrival of those familiar faces that he saw in those photos, that he saw across the screen monitor lingered in front of him. It was Cheong-San who found them in those streets since he had gone scouting for Sizhui because of the building that he was curious about. Mostly looking for the sake of supplies, he was using those advanced senses of his to see if anything lingered beyond those walls. Mostly any wandering dead that were able to escape that fiery heat that once filled the streets of Hyosen, a fiery heat that caused the destroyed buildings, that caused the broken glass, and changed everything even more.

He dragged them to safety though. He brought them to their home with a grasp of their hands, it wasn’t safe to stay on these streets unless you had a way to defend yourself.

It was Lan Zhan who approached him first after giving Sizhui some time to catch up with his parents, he knew that he needed to because of the time that was spent apart. They hadn’t spoken about what he was now, it was something that Cheong-San wasn’t ready to tell them besides he didn’t want to cause his boyfriend’s parents to panic especially after how this most likely reached the news. He did recall is going crazy over social media as well.

A gentle smile graced his lips nodding at the man in greeting “Thank you, we are happy even if everything is like this. Our lives are definitely not normal anymore.”

#It's Train to Busan #zheheimao #m: lee cheong-san #v: to live as a humbie