{ 月亮幽灵 }

Gentle like the breeze, vengeful like the wraith of the moon

[bai-cheng]

            “When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it — delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.”

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Hisoki’s shoulders stiffened slightly, the faintest pull in his chest echoing through the quiet space. He kept his hands at his sides, flexing his fingers in place of gestures that would normally convey tone — subtle movements to match the words he could no longer rely on vision alone to convey.

“I understand,” he said softly, voice measured, steady, carrying acknowledgment rather than argument. “You have every right to say no. After everything… I would not blame you for it.”

A careful pause followed. His chest rose and fell slowly as he let the words settle, letting the quiet fill in what his eyes could no longer convey. His lips pressed into a thin line, a shadow of restraint holding back the weight of everything unsaid.

“And yet,” the warrior mumbled, voice low, deliberate, “to think I could simply disappear… to pretend that what I left behind matters so little… that, I cannot accept. I will not.”

Hisoki shifted just enough so his presence could be felt, letting BaiCheng sense the careful balance between respect and closeness, between apology and loyalty. “I do not ask for forgiveness,” he continued, softer still, “nor do I presume it. But know this — whatever has been lost, I have not forgotten, and neither have I walked away from it.”

[bai-cheng]

BaiCheng stands very still.

Not because he is calm—no, calm is the farthest thing from him—but because stillness is the only thing keeping the storm inside his chest from spilling outward. His breath leaves him in a slow, uneven thread, the kind that shakes more than it steadies. Snow or dust could have settled on his shoulders and he would not have noticed; his focus is fixed entirely on the man before him, on the weight Hisoki’s voice drags back to the surface.

His fingers curl once at his sides—barely restrained tension, barely contained ache.

“…Understanding,” he repeats, voice rough around the edges. “You speak of it as though it is simple.”

There is no sharpness, no cruelty—just a low, exhausted frustration, the kind born from wounds not yet healed and memories that refuse to go quiet.

“You say I have every right to say no.” BaiCheng’s head tilts, the faintest angle as he listens, as he tries to measure meaning through tone and breath alone. “But you speak as if the weight of that decision lies only with me. As if you did not place half of it on my shoulders the moment you left.”

The warrior's voice tightens, subtle but unmistakable. He swallows hard. “Do not mistake my silence for ease,” he mutters. “What you… left behind—” a pause, breath faltering, “—was not light.” He takes half a step back, not out of fear but necessity, as if distance might make the words hurt less. It doesn’t.

“But disappearing?” BaiCheng scoffs under his breath—soft, incredulous, aching. “You think that is what I wanted? That I asked for absence? For ghosts?” His jaw clenches. “If you believe that, then you have not listened half as well as you pretend to.”

The air between them strains, thin as thread.

He hesitates—long, heavy—before speaking again, voice dropping to something quieter, rawer.

“I never asked you to forget,” he says, each word pulled from a place he rarely lets anyone touch. “Only to stay. Or at the very least… not leave me to decide what pieces were worth keeping. Don't forget that you left a wife and child behind Hisoki”

A small tremor ghosts through his hand before he stills it.

It is not a rejection. It is not acceptance. It is the truth—frustrated, hesitant, and trembling at the edges—laid bare in the cold between them.

[bai-cheng]

"This is not the place or the time, be quick with what must be said"

[bai-cheng]

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnnnnng! (from HIsoki)

"No, that's all I have to say to you. No, you don't get that right to randomly appear in my life again after all you have cause Hisoki. Not just to me, but this whole family you left behind. So, no" 

[bai-cheng]

"It feels as if we've met before, perhaps in another time.."

@of-spiritss

A faint breath escaped him, almost a laugh — quiet, uncertain, but touched with something warm. BaiCheng tilted his head ever so slightly, the way one might when listening to the wind rather than watching it. Though his eyes could no longer see, he could feel the familiarity laced within the other’s voice — the rhythm of it, the subtle rise and fall that stirred something deep within him, something that memory had long since abandoned.

“It feels that way, doesn’t it?” he murmured, voice soft yet steady, as though speaking to the air itself. “Like the world has spun us together before… perhaps when the stars still remembered our names.”

His hand drifted to the teacup beside him, fingertips tracing the warmth that lingered there — grounding, real. “I cannot see your face,” he continued quietly, “but I know this feeling. This sense that I have stood beside you, in another life… under another sky.”

[bai-cheng]

BaiCheng's 2025 Halloween Costume

[dangermousie]

Just a man and his cat.

(Seeing that it's FL in demon form, it was hard to refrain from making "his favorite pussy" jokes but I refrained. This rhetoric maneuver is called praeteritio in Latin btw.)

[bai-cheng]

            “When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it — delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.”

independent & selectivemortal kombat oc muse ft. dark themes, depression, & graphic descriptions. Loved and Cared For by Jasmine

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[bai-cheng]

* ˚ ✦ - The steam rose gently from the natural hot springs, casting a soft veil over the tranquil scene. BaiCheng sat cross-legged on the smooth stone, eyes closed in meditation, the heat of the springs seeping into his bones. The memory of his clan lingered like a ghost in the mist, ever-present, a shadow of what once was.

His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword, a habitual gesture that spoke of the constant vigilance that had become his life. The faint crunch of gravel underfoot reached his ears, each footfall resonating in the stillness. His senses sharpened, heart steady, yet poised, ready to act.

Without opening his eyes, he spoke, voice calm but carrying an edge of warning, "You've come far to reach this place. State your purpose."

[bai-cheng]

🌙🌙🌙 || @asunas-embers

* ˚ ✦ - It had been quite sometime BaiCheng had visit, even had a nice talk with the pyromancer- just life has been hectic for both of them it seemed, so many things happening all at once. However, as Asuna answered the door the swordsman couldn't help but to smile ever so gently, ears perking at the sound of the woman's voice. Oh how he missed her dearly.

"Tea sounds wonderful, gives us sometime to catch up as well hm?" answers softly, a small sigh escaping his lips before wandering into the household.

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me    “ what happened to you? “    for your muse to find mine bandaging up a wound. 

[happyheidi]

𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 🐰🍂

𝘪𝘨: 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵_𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

[bai-cheng]

      “This doesn’t concern you now leave” 

[lunememes]

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

[zegalba]

[bai-cheng]

          “And what is left for me here? Heartbreak? The sense of being alone every moment of the day..”

[bai-cheng]

                                                    @baehaneul​ || ✨✨✨

     The question itself was much a surprise to BaiCheng as it was Haneul, for even the wanderer didn’t know where this newfound bravery came from. Was he truly ready to have his partner see every flaw engraved into his skin? All the scars that covered him, all the failures written upon them? It was much to take in, and yet BaiCheng didn’t have much time to do so for the angel had already began leading them away. 

     “I don’t mind anything”  

     A short answer but one of truth, the wanderer wasn’t overly picky when it came to this sort of stuff, yet if he had it his way the bath would be filled to the top with lavender or eucalyptus scented bubbles- that was just him though.