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Your Highness, Iβve always watched you.
βI understand your everything.β
βYour courage, your despair; your kindness, your pain;
your resentment, your hate; your intelligence, your foolishness.
βIf I could, I would have you use me as your stepping stone, the bridge you take apart after crossing, the corpse bones you need to trample to climb up, the sinner who deserved the butchering of a million knives.
"But, I know you wouldnβt allow it.β
The Guanyin temple confession is maybe my favorite scene of any piece of media I've ever consumed because it's so unpredictable.
You got the villain just halting his evil plot, full stop, in the middle of his gloating speech, no less, because "What do you MEAN you guys aren't even together?! What?! No, no, no, there won't be any romantic misunderstanding in my hostage situation! Honey, tell him!"
And then the calmest, most polite character alive procceeds to go his version of apeshit on this punk like "my brother like-likes you, you fucking pinecone! You useless twink! We all thought you were a hoe but you are just an imbecile!" (Which is a nice parallel to the Jiang brothers' hatred for the peacock, but I digress)
And THEN, when it's the perfect moment for a climatic love confession, homeboy goes and screams for everyone to hear that he... really wanted that dick, Hanguang-jun! Where's love? Who cares? WWX wants to ride you like a carnival ride: sticky and filthy and multiple times.
It's a wonder that Xichen didn't yank that string from Jing GuangYao to strangle WWX himself.
This has been my favorite addition, I cackled like a seal irl lol
The coffin thing is so funny because I think they really do both just shed all their brain cells around each other. I don't think either of them were secretly scheming to be squished into a small space together. They just built a default coffin on autopilot and they were both too afflicted by Hanging Out With Crush Disease to think that through. And then they both got to experience Oh Gods What Did I Get Myself Into. I really like to think that Pei Ming going "why didn't you just build a bigger one?" is the first time that option actually occurred to either of them and there is something uproariously funny about brilliant smart-mouthed Hua Cheng, who can absolutely crush civil gods in debate, standing there bedraggled and drenched with seaweed and sand in his fancy super-realistic hair, presumably magicking his raging boner down, internally screaming WHY DIDN'T WE JUST BUILD A BIGGER COFFIN?!?! and outwardly going "how about you kill yourself?"
I wonder how off-putting it was when Wei Wuxian came back and he was in that social limbo where some people knew he was Wei Wuxian but most people thought he was still Mo Xuanyu.
Imagine some weird twink gets banished and then shows up to a party one day with completely different mannerisms hanging off the arms of the weird grump nobody really likes but everybody respects as an authority.
His grin is familiar, but doesn't fit that face quite right.
He's definitely still a little freak, but he seems to have the best handle of what's going on.
He walks like a man who has killed with his own bare hands, but surely a harmless, weak man like Mo Xuanyu hasn't killed anything more dangerous than a mosquito.
But it puts a weird anxiety in your stomach, the knowledge that something is not quite right but you have no idea what it could possibly be.
And then it turns out that like a cockroach, the Jianghu's least favorite person is back from the dead.
hes gonna get ur lying ass
hc: thank you, dianxia, for this blessing... xl: san lang, why are you praying, i'm right here?
One thing I hold dear to my heart is the idea that by the time He Xuan comes on the scene, Hua Cheng is already several hundred years old and Xianle is long since fallenβbut he still speaks with a βXianle accent.β Itβs not hard to understandβif anything it just sounds a bit archaic or overly formalβand thereβs only a few things he says that would make He Xuan (and Yin Yu) pause and ask him to repeat what he said slowly please, but sometimes heβll use a phrase thatβs not in the regular lexicon anymore and only Xie Lian will light up and immediately get it.
(alternatively, Xie Lianβs accent is all but gone, Feng Xinβs is faint, and Mu Qing swears his is gone but itβs the βthickestβ of the threeβitβs bc when heβs alone, he still hums and sings the songs his mother would sing him and unconsciously retains it.)
It's finally done! After one year of creating the original sketches, I finished this comic project!
I remember having a strong cinematic visual of this scene in my mind, where it's raining and Wei Wuxian is with his hair undone. And this is the outcome hehehe
I had so much fun with this! It was such a great experience to play with the expressions, the gestures, the movement, the angles. It was a learning experience for me.
I hope you enjoy the final piece as much as I enjoyed creating it!
HAPPY UPCOMING VALENTINES DAY!
This was my contribution to the second volume of MDZS's French publication! Thank you so much to Γditions Bookmark for inviting me back!
smooch!
. Kingfisher Feathers by Anonymous I binge read this fic the whole afternoon and lets just say I am inlove π₯Ίβ₯ political drama + wangxian = heaven
fifth prompt for the svsss gatcha for gaza!! @ yujispinkhair on twitter requested happy gongyi xiao, then my hand slipped and zhuzhi-lang got in there.
tell me itβs okay :)
Xue Yang: Am I going too far?
Xiao Xingchen: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.
so the biting scene was kinda wtf ridiculous to me at first but then i let it spin like a rotisserie chicken in my mind for a bit and like.
lan zhan is exceptionally powerful and hardworking and highly observant and has spent his whole life crafting himself into the perfect member of his clan, which means among other things suppressing all his emotions, and he really struggles with verbal communication and just people in general. and then in the span of like a week or two, he is powerless to stop his home from being burned down, is physically injured, then forced to leave his father on his deathbed to go be used as a human shield by the evil fucks who caused all this, while his brother is gone and may or may not be in danger himself. and then on top of all that, he is stuck in a cave without his weapons with a monster and his crush (not his crush bc he canβt have those types of feelings), who also happens to be the most annoying person in the universe who has been openly and inappropriately flirting with various women AND himself and then saving the women AND himself and just keeps being a yappy little shit and grabs his very personal sacred headband and wonβt fucking shut the fuck up and is half naked on top of all that, and lan zhan isnβt able to communicate his feelings in the best of times and is currently too weak to even punch him in his obnoxious pretty face so of course heβs just gonna bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you
i get it, babe. youβre so valid.
so the biting scene was kinda wtf ridiculous to me at first but then i let it spin like a rotisserie chicken in my mind for a bit and like.
lan zhan is exceptionally powerful and hardworking and highly observant and has spent his whole life crafting himself into the perfect member of his clan, which means among other things suppressing all his emotions, and he really struggles with verbal communication and just people in general. and then in the span of like a week or two, he is powerless to stop his home from being burned down, is physically injured, then forced to leave his father on his deathbed to go be used as a human shield by the evil fucks who caused all this, while his brother is gone and may or may not be in danger himself. and then on top of all that, he is stuck in a cave without his weapons with a monster and his crush (not his crush bc he canβt have those types of feelings), who also happens to be the most annoying person in the universe who has been openly and inappropriately flirting with various women AND himself and then saving the women AND himself and just keeps being a yappy little shit and grabs his very personal sacred headband and wonβt fucking shut the fuck up and is half naked on top of all that, and lan zhan isnβt able to communicate his feelings in the best of times and is currently too weak to even punch him in his obnoxious pretty face so of course heβs just gonna bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you
i get it, babe. youβre so valid.
birthday comic for wen ning πΉ
itβs still april 11th in my time zone. this counts
Tired of William being made arbitrarily smaller that Sherlock for no reason whatsoever based on nothing in canon whatsoever and in fact in direct violation of it.
Gimme the meet cute where they're fighting over the last shirt that fits both of them in Target.
"This is the last shirt with long enough sleeves that doesn't bill out ten inches on either side!"
"I ruined my last shirt with a chemical experiment!"
"Well, I ruined mine by falling asleep into my dinner and getting red wine all over it."
"Listen I know so much about chemicals that will get blood and wine and shit out of clothes I will fix your shirt please just give me this one."
Or like.
Their tailor got their orders mixed up because for some baffling reason they had the same measurements for everything, so William walks home with a dry cleaning bag full of distressed jeans and hoodies and has to wear that for a week now while Sherlock loses his shit debating if wearing John's too-small trousers is still better than this fancy suit that fits perfectly but it still a suit, and then William gets it back with a mysterious stain.
There's just so much ignored potential.
When you were having a nice nap for 13 years but then suddenly someone wakes you up telling you to go to work
You caught me
Something about the whole "Eming is born of Hua Cheng's desire to live and Rouye is born of Xie Lian's desire to die," and then how Xie Lian wears funeral colours and Hua Cheng wears wedding colours. God oriented towards death and stillness and self-denial. Ghost oriented towards life and hope and happiness.