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ind. pri. sel. AO BING from the 2019 - 2025 ne zha animated series. exalted by 天/月
CANON DIVERGENT; MYTHOLOGY & HEADCANON BASED; SPOILERS FOR NE ZHA 2 IN BIOS
contains pokémon, modern, and disney's descendants-inspired original verses.
RULES | BIOS AND VERSES | NPCS
Oh, how he's enjoying his little Ides of March outings with Ne Zha. What's the only thing better than giving crusty corrupt politicians what for? Doing it with the love of your life as a giant dragon.
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Anyway it's been raining and thunderstorming all day over here and this is how dark it was at 3 PM. Hi
Oubing being the reincarnations of the chaos pearl means that they’re destined to bring change and uncertainty into this world’s current order and its societal structure…the patrons of chaos itself…they really are destined to defy destiny.
oh yes it's that time of year again
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Today is perhaps not the best of days for a god to be meeting a Champion. It's one of those days where he feels the strength leaving his body with every move he makes, rendering him nearly a limp noodle while at the same time filling him with harsh aches. In this state, he has to be pulled along in the chariot-like mobility device that's one of the wheelchairs that had been designed specifically for his dragon form. And yet, it's also not a day where he feels he should only leave his bed when necessary, when doing anything else would be a burden for him. He thought about canceling his meeting with this region's Champion, but he figured the fresh tropical air would be good for him. And it's a decision that he doesn't regret.
"Whoooaaaaaa...."
Shen Xiaobao's expression of awe brings a smile to the dragon-formed Ao Bing as they travel through the Tenochian city. The feline is pulling his wheelchair-chariot, a servant's task which in the olden days would have been seen as demeaning for one so high-ranking in the dragon court, but Xiaobao always does it because "that's what friends do." As a creature of water, the moist jungle air feels so pleasant against his scales, which by now bear a fine film of both the natural moisturizing slime that Imperialis produce and the morning mist; the humidity helps to take some of his pain away. And the buildings! Such delightful splashes of color everywhere, so vibrant and full of life unlike the dull--how did Ne Zha describe it again?--"sad beige mom" aesthetic that had taken over much of the Western world. It reminds him so much of traditional Shenhua, the kind of tradition in Shenhua that he's so glad that its new Emperor Ying Kaifeng is resurrecting again--albeit in a different form.
He wishes Ne Zha were here right now. Alas, the impulsive hothead has run off to go beat the shit out of some bad guys back home who Ao Bing can't even remember the name of because he didn't want to do any "boring diplomacy." He doesn't know what he's missing.
When he sees Xochi--the Champion of Tenoch--approaching, he doesn't need to have known her line of descent beforehand to sense she has divinity in her blood. He can sense it in the presence and the confidence and passion she radiates. He straightens from where he sits as he curls his tail into a more comfortable position, placing his foreclaws on the rim of his chariot as his head bends down closer to her.
"Champion Xochi," he says. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Ao Bing, Dragon Prince of the Eastern Sea, and this is my minister and friend, Shen Xiaobao. Please, do tell me more about yourself and your region."
"Yeah!" pipes up the Liepard pulling the chariot--he may be older and wiser now, but he's still a wide-eyed youngster at heart. "This place looks super cool and I bet you are too!"
Oubing being the reincarnations of the chaos pearl means that they’re destined to bring change and uncertainty into this world’s current order and its societal structure…the patrons of chaos itself…they really are destined to defy destiny.
I have no excuse
They're just cute🥺
Happy Ides of March for those who celebrate <3
Happy Holidays! Don't forget to grab a knife :)
In honor of the Ides of March approaching, here’s the trash can I wrote on 2 years ago and only touch up in March
🤍 (they haven't met yet but :eyes:)
"A gift for me?" Ao Bing says. "Oh, no, I couldn't possibly--"
"Oh, come on, nobody does that old custom anymore." Ne Zha swats Ao Bing on his long draconic body. "Just take it! I bet it's something totally awesome."
Indeed, while Ao Bing had always remembered the old Chinese custom of refusing a gift three times out of modesty before finally accepting it, modernity has its influence too--he notices that one foreclaw is already sort of outstretched to take Amaterasu's offering. He lowers his head slightly, embarrassed as he pauses for a brief moment, but he finally reaches forward his forepaw to receive as Ne Zha eagerly takes his own gift. Inside the encasing for Ao Bing is a precious binder full of Chinese dragon-themed stamps, including some that feature him. As for Ne Zha, he receives a Pokémon concept art book from its 20th anniversary--a collector's item that could be worth an entire month’s paycheck.
"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAA, I've been looking everywhere for this!" Ne Zha cries, hugging the book close to his chest. "Thank youuuuu thankyouthankyouthankyou--"
"Thank you from me as well," Ao Bing says. "I never did get around to telling you about my stamp collection, did I? You made a very good guess~"
"We got gifts for you too!" Ne Zha pulls out the large wrapped statue he'd been keeping in his bag. Inside, he has procured a limited edition Hot Toys statue of Amaterasu Omikami from one of her many depictions in popular culture that sold out of stock a long time ago and now would be worth just as much as the art book. Meanwhile, Ao Bing presents her an elaborate white jade seal with her name characters--天照大御神--at the bottom. He's surely given her a gift like this before, but this time he made it even more extra, using what Ne Zha had taught him about fire magic to make a brilliant sun hover above the jade depiction of a kitsune and casting a glamour over it to give the stone fox's fur a prismatic sheen.
"Only the best for a fellow deity," Ao Bing says proudly. "Happy White Day."
Tumblr users are already frothing at the mouth to kill that old man for the 2000th time
"Immortals?" She clicked her teeth in amusement. "And why should a dragon care what some lesser beings playing at being gods care about? They stole greatness. Dragons were born into it." She flicked her tail dismissively. The politics of this world was all wrong, if dragons had forgotten themselves the true gods of reality. Perhaps something to discuss and resolve.
"Your form displeases me," she continues, "because it is unbecoming of a dragon to great an elder in the guise of some greasy primate, when he should be standing as proudly as possible." She snorts, some green flames coming forth from her nostrils. It burns despite being underwater. "I'm here to talk to dragons, not some human, immortal or otherwise."
He stares. He can sense that she's powerful enough to simply brush aside, dismiss the great Immortals out of hand, but it's still a shock to hear it. It's a good thing she started by coming to him with these sentiments. He can't imagine how one like Shen Gongbao, his master who had trained all his life in an endeavor to become one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, would react to these sentiments; he might overstep where Ao Bing had the sense to reel himself in and get himself eaten! Any other being would indeed have been roundly told off for their audacity, but all he can do is gaze in awe--especially at the fire that lights underwater, a skill that not even he has been able to master thus far.
"I completely understand. I will change into my dragon form immediately. I....sincerely hope that form will not also be disappointing to you."
Part of him is just being modest, but the other part of him does worry as he shifts into his dragon form. The dragons in his father's court have always complimented him on his shining scales, luxuriant mane, nimble claws, auspicious coloration, elegant movements and delicately patterned horns. But he's also always been self-conscious of the ways in which he doesn't perfectly fit the beauty standards of lóng: the long, narrow muzzle with a long, flat nose, and a body he thought was too skinny, even for his youth. He'd always been told that his body would grow thicker as he aged and that his face shape only added to his elegance, but how much of that was just court flattery? In his youthful self-consciousness he doesn't have the foresight to realize that Landilizandra might not abide by these standards herself. He does his best to show his true self without fear.
"Is this more pleasing to you now?"
In preparation for the Ides of March, please take one (1) knife.
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A variety of romance-symbolism flowers plus the sneaky lotus made it in too hehe 😌😌
A round of applause for Nezha’s handiwork! Ao Bing looks so, so pretty here 🥺✨
