i dont believe in top xie lian because i think xie lian being martial god means powerful and 'bottoms are weak', i think it BECAUSE I BELIEVE HUA CHENG WOULD LOVE GETTING FUCKED BY HIS GOD

Theres a difference in reaction between novel and donghua

Love it when one character is an obvious freak about their companion, and the other is more subtle, and then there's a moment in the story where everyone gets to confirm/discover/realize/etc that oh no it's mutual.

crossover

Quick hualian sketch

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Things xie lian isnt suppose to do according the heavenly realm but did it anyway

1) be friends crimson rain

2) touch the butterflies

3) touch the cursed sword

What if, during the year Hua Cheng was gone, Xie Lian started a list of all the things he wanted to do together once Fafa returned

It started out as stray ideas that would pop into his head throughout the day, like when seeing a vendor selling fish at the market, he´d mentally make a pin on the idea of going fishing with Hua Cheng one day

But over time, he amassed so many ideas he had to write them down on little notes in fear he´d forgot any one of them otherwise

However, the notes soon began piling up on every surface of the house with how many ideas he kept getting, so for organisation´s sake, Xie Lian had eventually settled on keeping a book: a diary, more like.

All seems fine with this arragement at first, but as the seasons turn, Xie Lian realizes with slight panic that the number of random ideas he gets dwindle by the day

Perhaps it´s his weary mind, growing heavier with silent grief everyday; perhaps it´s the way he confines himself to the inside on some of his worse days instead of going outside to get some new inspiration; but whatever it is, he doesn´t like what´s happening. He doesn´t like it at all.

Eventually, he writes: "I want to tell San Lang I love him" over and over again in place of new activities when he has truly run dry of ideas for good

Pages upon pages — all written over the duration of days, weeks, months — contain that one centence countless times, almost like a mantra. But he can´t stop, Xie Lian tells himself. He can´t.

Because if he does,...If he admits he has nothing left to say...isn´t it like giving up hope that they could ever do those things together...?

He cried that night, and at least he could think of one other thing to write: "I really wish San Lang would hold me"

My Roman AU Hualian

​I recently visited Rome and took this photo myself. I felt inspired and I just had to place Hualian here.

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Corpse Bride

covers my face bashfully

pikming has a gift for his highness!