I have seen what the darkness does.

there's a room where the light won't find you. independent multi-muse rp blog for various tgcf characters.

[divinity-shackled]

the scrap immortal, third time entering the heavenly capital.

independent roleplay blog for a handful of tgcf characters, namely xie lian, he xuan, mu qing, shi qingxuan and qi rong. written by hermes, they/them, age 25+, est. an 18+ blog, oc and crossover friendly, minors and personals don’t interact.

— info. / muses. / prompts.

… you called for the wrong person.

[divinity-shackled]

Being mortal was not entirely bad. Shi Qingxuan surprisingly had gotten used to it rather quickly considering how much time they had spent as one of the most beloved elemental masters of the past centuries. Losing their spiritual energy and everything that had happened afterwards felt like a well-deserved punishment, Shi Qingxuan would be the last one to argue that they and their brother deserved a kinder fate than this. Because that was not true, as heartbreaking as it was to think about what had happened at the Nether Water Manor.

Months had passed and still every time they closed their eyes they were haunted by the image of their brother’s decapitated body, Shi Wudu’s head hanging from Black Water’s clawed hand. Their own screams echoed in their ears every time they woke up, covered in cold sweat, their mortal heart beating so fast it felt like it could stop at any given moment. They assumed that was the only comfort. To know they would eventually pass and disappear from this world and reunite with their brother. Because as twisted as Shi Wudu’s actions might have appeared they knew that deep down their brother had done and sacrificed everything for Shi Qingxuan.

Still, they planned to live the life they still had to the fullest, because a mortal life was fulfilling, even if one was poor. Though there was one huge difference. A mortal body was way more fragile than that of a Heavenly Official; no more could they jump from great heights, no more could they run for miles without being out of breath. There was no more grace about the former Wind Master, Shi Qingxuan was as clumsy as a mortal could be, which had already resulted in a broken leg and arm, both of which had healed rather poorly and left them to walk with a limp.

And as much as Shi Qingxuan was not really bothered by their body slowly breaking down, this limp was rather inconvenient when one had to flee from a group of bandits who thought this beggar to be easy prey. Which they were.

They did not know what these men expected them to have, or they would not want to know as them not finding anything of worth on Shi Qingxuan would probably lead them to do something much worse, so as they fled they tripped over the hem of their dirty robes, stumbling down a small hill rather unceremoniously ere they came to a stop, face down in the dirt.

To their surprise.. the moment they fell the shouts of the bandits telling them to stay where they were stopped as well. Shi Qingxuan slowly sat up, wiping some mud off their cheek but the moment they lifted their head they froze. Their pupils shrank as they looked upon the black-clad figure that slowly approached them, each step giving them an aura of languidness, like they were not really bothered by the person in front of them. And why would they? The person was Ship-Sinking Black Water.

“You.. it’s you..”, Shi Qingxuan stammered, their face pale, a tremble shaking their entire body. What was He Xuan here for? They could not remember the way they had ended up in the mortal realm, alive, but they knew Black Water had to have a reason. Had he now come to finally put an end to Shi Qingxuan’s sinful existence?

They expected a mortal blow, they expected that hand to rip their head off just like it had done with Shi Wudu, but instead Black Water knelt down in front of them and @ptternminds said:

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen. - wind master ;A;

Shi Qingxuan was stunned into silence for a moment. But just for a moment, because they had never been known for being able to shut up for longer than two breaths.

“Something bad will happen?”, they repeated before they started to chuckle. A very small and tender chuckle. They had always laughed when they were terrified, though in this moment, it was almost painfully funny to imagine He Xuan scolding them for something like this. Was he not the reason Shi Qingxuan was currently trapped in this broken mortal body? Again, Shi Qingxuan believed they deserved it, but having Black Water show up out of nowhere, apparently saving him from a group of bandits before scolding them.. how could any of this be real?

“He Xuan, I don’t think there is anything worse that could happen to me than the things that already happened.. haha..”

[divinity-shackled]

@ptternminds sent: [ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are spooning for comfort and warmth.- hua lian @ xie lian >:33

Xie Lian walked around the little cottage on bare feet, lighting the few candles that were scattered around the living area so he and his visitor would not be trapped here in total darkness. Which would not be a bad thing. He trusted Hua Lian with his life, always had and always would, no matter what happened between them and no matter how much time had passed. They have been through a lot; back when they were mortals, then during the rough time after the fall of Xianle and now, after Xie Lian’s third ascension.

It was wild to think about. Jun Wu was gone, well, he was not dead, but he was no longer the Heavenly Emperor, Civil Gods and Martial Gods both had to rebuild the Heavenly Capital, and while it had been very chaotic, it still could have been much worse. Everyone was grateful for each other’s help, but even though barely anyone dared to say it, it was both Ling Wen and Hua Lian, their most efficient Civil Gods, that did most of the work and ensured that their very comfortable lives could go back to normal. As normal as things could be after something so profoundly traumatizing.

He was no longer the Scrap Immortal, or maybe he was because there were still mortals for sure that remembered him like that, especially Guzi, but at least the Heavens have mostly ceased to call him that, though the way he was holing himself up in this little cottage on Mount Taicang.. Maybe he was no longer the Scrap Immortal, but the Hermit Immortal. Xie Lian told himself he did not mind being alone, he was used to it after all, he had told himself he would patiently wait for Hua Cheng to return, but even though he did not feel hopeless, he did very much feel lonely.

It was a surprise when Hua Lian knocked on his door, but not an unpleasant one, Xie Lian even had wrapped his arms around the other without hesitation. He did not dare ask what the other’s business was, lest he would just do what he had come here to do and leave again and Xie Lian really did not want to be alone tonight. But who knew, maybe Hua Lian was also lonely, or maybe he just needed to flee from the infinite amount of work that awaited him at the Heavenly Capital for one night.

“I was not prepared for visitors, so I hope.. you do not mind sharing the bamboo mat with me”, Xie Lian said quietly, but he knew that if Hua Lian minded he would have left long ago instead of already getting comfortable beneath the single blanket. Then, he shrugged off his outer robe before he joined Hua Lian on the bamboo mat and very carefully he slipped under the blanket as well and when he was greeted by the comfortable warmth of Hua Lian’s body he once more realized how cold and empty he felt.

“Do you think San Lang will be back soon?”, he couldn’t help but ask, trying to sound casual, but everyone knew he was anything but casual about Crimson Rain Sought Flower. It had been a terrible conversation starter, and a question Hua Lian simply could not have the answer to, no matter how smart he was. Xie Lian took a deep breath when his heart clenched, and then, suddenly, he turned onto his side, scooting closer to Hua Lian’s body, and he very carefully wrapped an arm around the other’s body, cuddling closer to his form.

He felt vulnerable in this moment, but still he felt safe, because he knew Hua Lian was trustworthy, despite the Civil God’s efforts to keep his cards close to his heart at all costs. Xie Lian buried his nose in the soft fabric of Hua Lian’s robes, breathing in his scent.

“Thank you.. I am so grateful you are here with me.”

[divinity-shackled]

@ptternminds sent: [ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep." - he xuan wind master let'S GO, i was thinking post-reveal/while hostaged--

Time passed slow when you had nothing to do. Or when you were anticipating something. Shi Qingxuan was learning that the hard way, and they had never been a patient person to begin with. Being held captive in a small room of the Nether Water manor was a torture especially designed for them; not only were they kept away from the Heavens and their older brother, who was probably losing his mind with worry already, they were also left with nothing to do. There was nothing to read, no alcohol to consume, no one to talk to. Well, no one but the occasional rat scurrying by or an abandoned skull which had to be what remained of the person that had been imprisoned here before they were.

Was that what Ming-xiong, no.. what Ship-Sinking Black Water was planning to do to them? Keep them captive in here until they died of boredom? Which seemed like a rather likely event to take place under the current circumstances.

Shi Qingxuan curled themselves in to a little ball, making themselves as small as possible as they tried to get comfortable on the bed; it was awfully chilly in the room and their dirty robes barely were enough to keep them warm. Shivering with cold they closed their eyes, trying to think about everything that had happened.

They weren’t the Wind Master anymore. There was no fan in their possession, there was no wind that obeyed their every whim with a snap of their fingers, they had never really ascended.. everything had been a lie. A play orchestrated by their older brother, it had served to save them from the Reverend of Empty Words, Shi Qingxuan had been unaware of the whole deal, but that did not mean they were innocent. They had ruined a life; if they had intended to or not. Now, with their powers gone, Shi Qingxuan was nothing more than a mortal.

Black Water had every right to punish them, and even though Shi Qingxuan used to pride themselves with the thought that they were brave, they did not seem to be as brave anymore now that they were in the clutches of one of the Ghost Kings. There was no use in overthinking this, just as there was no way out of this room as long as He Xuan kept it locked from outside. They still weren’t quite sure what exactly Black Water’s plan was, they only knew it would not only involve them but their brother as well. They hoped Shi Wudu was still okay, and safe. Shi Qingxuan tried to convince themselves they were fine with being held here as long as that meant their brother would not come to harm.

It was like their heart was torn apart with a sensation of guilt, and fear and hopelessness, Shi Qingxuan clutched at their chest, forcing themselves to calm.. until they finally drifted into a restless sleep.

They had no sense of time, but they were very aware of the cold that left them shivering violently, but this time it did not seem like it had been said cold that woke them up, but a gentle touch to their shoulder as someone pulled a blanket over their freezing form. Instinctively they reached out to wrap their slender fingers around the new arrival’s wrist. It was Black Water.

The Ghost King's voice was surprisingly gently as he spoke: "Sorry, go back to sleep."

“Ming-xiong..”, they whispered sleepily, trying to blink away the sleep, the face in front of them still so familiar while also being completely different.

“Please.. do not leave again..”

[rcseadorned]

may i offer a gentle cultivated flower spirit for xianxia/fantasy c-drama based rps ? she is very shy but still very nice if approached gently with a snack. independent, selective, written by lulu ( she/her, 21+) | ♡ or ⟳ | carrd

[leneemusing]

prompts for specific scenarios that make me chef’s kiss 

can be used as starter or plotting prompts! 

1) one muse putting their hand over the other’s mouth while they have sex.

2) our muses with unspoken feelings forced to share a bed and end up cuddling. 

3) our muses have unspoken feelings but one of them is upset so the other holds them.

4) our muses have a very strong bond, but haven’t admitted to romantic feelings and one of them just comes and cuddles up to the other for comfort. 

5) sender is in a vulnerable state and the only person they trust is receiver,  who approaches them to try and help. 

6) receiver is in a vulnerable state and the only person they trust is sender,  who approaches them to try and help. 

7) our muses shower together after something traumatic for comfort and emotional intimacy, bonus points if they aren’t even together romantically yet. 

8) receiver’s muse kills someone to protect sender’s muse.  sender approaches to gently calm them down.

9) sender’s muse kills someone to protect receiver’s muse. receiver approaches to gently calm them down.

10) one muse has been brainwashed and the other one refuses to hurt them,  trying to bring them back with a gentle touch. 

11) muses who aren’t together yet or simply have a gruff/sof dynamic: sender’s muse is upset and receiver’s sits next to them,  leading to sender leaning against them and finally breaking down. 

12) muses who aren’t together yet or simply have a gruff/sof dynamic: receiver’s muse is upset and sender’s sits next to them,  leading to receiver leaning against them and finally breaking down. 

13) one muse is sporting injuries,  the other takes a hold of their face and demands to know who did it so they can take revenge. 

14) our muses aren’t together yet but one of them asks the other to stay the night so they won’t be alone. 

15) our muses aren’t together yet but one of them insists on staying the night so they won’t be alone. bonus points if its to protect them. 

16) gruff muse is being grumpy and the other one just crawls into their lap and kisses them. 

17) softer muse makes the first move for sex and rides or tops the gruffer one who looks at them like they just found god. 

18) one muse has just killed for the first time and the other more experienced muse is there to help them in the aftermath. 

19) one muse is dangerous and has a soft spot for the other one, who approaches them to prevent them from hurting someone. 

20) receivers muse is touch starved and sender gives them affection they aren’t used to. 

21) sender’s muse is touch starved and receiver gives them affection they aren’t used to. 

22) receiver’s muse is the first person sender’s muse turns to and hugs after something traumatic happens. 

23) sender’s muse is first person receiver’s muse turns to and hugs after something traumatic happens. 

24) one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep looking for comfort.

25) one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep because they need help and are in danger. 

26) one muse thinks the other is going to hurt them but instead they protect them. 

27) dangerous or antagonistic muse gently caresses the other’s face who is surprised by their affection. 

28) one muse is in danger and the other, who is usually antagonistic, shows up to help them. 

29) dangerous or antagonistic muse is gently caressed by the other,  surprising them with affection they aren’t accustomed to. 

30) one muse sees the other’s scars for the first time. 

[divinity-shackled]

@ptternminds sent: [ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself." - he xuan shi qingxuan but... as ming yi this time? =.=

If their brother ever found out about this they would be in so much trouble. Even more trouble than they were in right now. Shi Wudu and Shi Qingxuan, Water Master and Wind Master, mostly worshipped in the same temples which led to some rather unfortunate tells about the brothers constructed in the mortal realm, but luckily there were temples that only fell under the jurisdiction of the Wind Master. And Wind Master loved answering the prayers of their followers. They enjoyed being worshipped, but they also enjoyed dedicating their time to answer the pleas of the people that believed in them. They had an infinite amount of kindness in their heart; their brother often scolded Shi Qingxuan for getting involved, or rather involving themselves, in the dirty affairs of other Heavenly Officials, but not only were they overly curious, they simply had a strong sense of righteousness and whenever they heard about a God abusing their powers they simply wanted to step in to keep any injustice from happening.

It didn’t matter if the people that were wronged were humans or Gods, so when several prayers of people being abducted reached their ears, they decided to investigate without hesitation. Following the few clues they were provided with they ended up at a very particular cave, one that reeked of blood, one that was filled with the echoes of ominous laughter and hysterical screams.

A cold shiver ran down their spine as they listened to the sounds, the stench of blood reaching them even though they only stood at the entrance of the cave. They swallowed hard, toying with the wind master fan in their hands. They weren’t scared, of course not, they were the Wind Master Shi Qingxuan after all, but still.. they did not know what awaited them inside, did not know who this place belonged to.

Shi Qingxuan exhaled a long breath and then emotionally steeled themselves before they entered the cave; it was a long and complicated system of tunnels, but in a way it was still easy to find their target, all they had to do was follow the echoes of laughter. Peeking around a corner Shi Qingxuan felt like their blood was freezing in their veins. What in the Emperor’s name was this?! There was horror in their eyes as they gazed at a figure clad in green robes that sat on a makeshift throne, their hands and face covered in blood as they munched upon what appeared to be a severed arm. Could it be.. was this the Green Calamity? And was he responsible for the countless abducted people?

Their hands trembled as they realized how dire the situation was. The Green Calamity.. and Shi Qingxuan would have to defeat him to save the villagers from further abductions and death, and hope to find any remaining survivors. They were by no means helpless, not with their spiritual device at their disposal, but they were not a Martial God, though now there was no going back. They couldn’t come back crying for the help of a Martial God, they had to finish this, it was now or never.

Shi Qingxuan was about to enter the main hall of the cavern, when he felt someone approach, someone who carried a murderous killing intent with them. They gasped when they were grabbed and pushed into a small crevice in the wall, forced against the cold rock and a hand pressed over their mouth to keep them silent. Before they could even think of struggling their eyes widened. It was Ming Yi! What was he doing here?

"stay here or i’ll kill you myself.", Ming Yi hissed and while Shi Qingxun could not understand what the Earth Master was doing here and what he was so upset about, they gave a little nod to express that they had listened, so their friend would lower his hand, and once he did Shi Qingxuan moved.

“Ming-xiong!”, they cried as they wrapped their arms around the Earth Master, trapping him in an embrace in the same way he had trapped the Wind Master in this small gap.

“What are you doing here? This place is dangerous! And dirty..”

Pressing their lips into a thin line they glanced down for a moment to see their pretty grass green robes stained with various kinds of dirt, but that did not matter. Not even the Green Calamity mattered at this moment. The only thing that mattered was Ming Yi, and the fact that he had come for them, whatever the motivation behind that was.

[divinity-shackled]

I bet @ptternminds is not suspicious of fu yao at all! - continued from here.

Mu Qing was a man with a reputation, and almost nothing was good about it. He was petty, known for holding grudges, offending others.. and even though General Xuan Zhen most definitely had pleasant sides about him, he preferred to keep others away from him. He could not make himself vulnerable, could not reveal anything about his true feelings for anything or anybody or someone would surely find a way to use it against him. He had fought tooth and nail to be where he was now, he had bled, he had been humiliated, he had held his tongue and endured.

Endurance. That was something Mu Qing excelled at, but even someone who was as resilient as he was had an Achilles heel. And surprisingly it was not Feng Xin, even though the man played a constant role in every time Mu Qing stepped out of line, they just knew each other too well, knew exactly how to enrage one another, and even though Mu Qing tried to avoid his former acquaintance as best as possible, in a room full of people he still always found himself standing next to Feng Xin. Tsk. Feng Xin. As annoying as he was he would not be Mu Qing’s downfall. That role was saved entirely for one former State Preceptor in training: Hua Lian.

First companion. First friend. First crush. First kiss. First heartbreak. First everything.

And not even in Heaven, here, where they walked two completely different paths.. one of them an esteemed Civil God, second only to the one Civil God in charge, the other a martial god, sharing a territory with a certain loathed Feng Xin.. were they free from one another. It was even worse than with Feng Xin, Mu Qing often found himself gravitate towards Hua Lian, he still was searching for him in a crowd of heavenly officials, just like he used to do back in Xianle, when seeing Hua Lian during a festivity of the Crown had been the only thing that calmed him.

Mu Qing knew he should stay away. There was nothing but bad blood between them and after 800 years it was way too late to even think about fixing it. But he yearned, unfortunately he yearned, and even isolating himself for the majority of his life did not save him, he had gotten a taste of companionship, of affection many many years ago, and unfortunately, he had never stopped craving it. He kept himself away from Xie Lian, avoided Feng Xing, refused to make friends, and yet he caught himself getting entangled in the business of Civil Gods more than was reasonable. They were already not very fond of him due to the constant destruction he caused to the Heavenly Capitol, together with Feng Xin, but Mu Qing was smart and could ask for a Civil God’s assistance for more than one reason. He just couldn’t let himself be caught seeking out Hua Lian’s proximity.

Maybe he could not be caught, but he knew of a way he could maybe get away with it. As long as no one saw through it. Fu Yao. The disguise he came up with, impersonating a Junior Official of his own Palace. He was delicate, handsome, and had a terrible attitude. Of course no one would ever see through that, right? No one would ever notice, would ever make the connection.

And in this form of a younger Official Mu Qing kept seeking out Hua Lian, lurking around the Civil God’s palace, bringing over hastily scribbled scrolls and reports for Hua Lian to decipher, faking terrible handwriting so the other would not discover that this Fu Yao was actually a terribly yearning Mu Qing in disguise.

Learning that Hua Lian had once more attended a so called gathering arranged by the Three Tumors left a bitter taste in the martial god’s mouth. Pei Ming had invited Mu Qing on more than one occasion, and he had always more or less politely declined, he did not even want to know what the three of them got up to in their free time, and he did not want to know what Hua Lian had to do with it. Or did he?

Something akin to jealousy burned in his stomach as he watched a very obviously hungover Hua Lian pinch the bridge of his nose. He wouldn’t ask what kind of things he got up to with the Three Tumors, but the mere idea of stupid Pei Ming flirting with Hua Lian had the disguised martial god grit his teeth.

Fu Yao sat down next to Hua Lian like it was the most normal thing in the world, like this space was reserved especially for him, then he pulled a small jug of tea out of his sleeve, followed by little bottle of medicine which he both placed neatly next to the scroll Hua Lian was currently reading. Or trying to read.

When the other spoke Fu Yao only sighed before he gave a simple shrug of his shoulders. There were several ways he could go about this. He could.. inquire what Hua Lian really thought about him, he could ask the Civil God’s assistance about a case he most likely would have to make up.. It was awfully frustrating how it was almost impossible to have a rational line of thoughts around Hua Lian.

“As efficient as you are, I doubt your work is awfully effective in the state you are right now”, Fu Yao replied easily, toying with the calligraphy brush on Hua Lian’s table, even if only to have something to fidget with. He rolled his eyes.

“You see, my General kind of fell out of favor with some Officials because their palaces got damaged during his latest scuffle with General Nan Yang. He is in a terrible mood and therefore I have wanted to ask.. It is no secret that you, the scrap god, General Nan Yang and General Xuan Zhen share a past, you probably know him better than I could ever hope to do, so I was wondering if you could tell me how I could lift his mood. Will you please tell me what I can do to stay in his good graces?”

[gloomglimmer]

✹      CATALOG  001    ›       i.    (   type:  tense  scenarios  )     

this  catalog  is  inspired  by  “writing  action”  by  the  san  francisco  writers'  grotto.

[001]  when  confronted  [R]  is  asked  if  they  betrayed  [S]

[002]  in  a  dimly  lit  room  [R]  is  tied  to  a  chair  by  [S]

[003]  when  their  chin  is  held  [R]  breathes  out  when  [S]  tightens  their  grip

[004]  after  an  attack  [R]  is  handed  a  damp  cloth  by  [S]

[005]  during  a  moment  of  crisis  [R]  is  saved  by  [S]

[006]  in  the  heat  of  the  moment  [R]  kisses  [S]  to  distract  them

[007]  in  a  moment  of  tension  [S]  backs  [R]  against  a  wall

[008]  in  the  aftermath  of  violence  [S]  wipes  blood  from  [R]’s  cheek

[009]  during  an  interrogation  [S]  whispers  something  only  [R]  can  hear

[010]  in  the  silence  before  dawn  [R]  reaches  for  [S]  without  looking

[011]  when  they’re  undercover  [S]  places  a  hand  on  [R]’s  thigh  to  keep  up  appearances

[012]  in  a  hidden  corridor  [R]  presses  a  blade  to  [S]’s  throat  before  realizing  who  it  is

[013]  as  the  safehouse  burns  [S]  refuses  to  leave  without  [R]

[014]  when  patching  up  a  wound  [R]  flinches  and  [S]  says  “it’s  me”

[015]  after  a  mission  gone  wrong  [R]  collapses  into  [S]’s  arms

[016]  just  before  pulling  the  trigger  [S]  hesitates  when  they  see  [R]

[017]  in  a  dark  motel  room  [S]  asks  if  [R]  ever  really  cared

[018]  when  [R]  tries  to  walk  away  [S]  grabs  their  wrist  and  says  “don’t”

[019]  when  forced  to  dance  at  a  party  [S]  spins  [R]  just  to  whisper  in  their  ear

[020]  while  bandaging  a  wound  [R]  winces  and  [S]  softly  apologizes

[021]  when  alone  for  the  first  time  in  weeks  [S]  touches  [R]  like  they  might  vanish

[022]  in  the  middle  of  an  argument  [R]  confesses  something  they  shouldn't

[023]  when  [S]  is  hurt  [R]  tears  a  piece  of  their  own  clothing  to  stop  the  bleeding

[024]  when  they  reunite  [R]  refuses  to  let  go  of  [S]  for  just  a  moment  longer

[025]  when  [R]  is  almost  killed  [S]  panics  in  a  way  they  never  have  before

[026]  when  the  blade  is  at  [S]’s  throat,  [R]  whispers,  “give  me  a  reason”

[027]  after  the  scuffle,  [S]  wipes  blood  from  their  mouth  and  smirks  at  [R]

[028]  after  the  fight  ends,  [S]  holds  [R]  at  gunpoint,  trembling

[029]  [R]  tackles  [S]  through  a  doorway,  both  landing  hard  and  breathless

[030]   [R]  lunges  first,  but  [S]  has  them  pinned  in  seconds

note: [R]  =  receiver  +  [S]  =  sender.   

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

[divinity-shackled]

@ptternminds continued from here.

It was already late evening. The Crown Prince of Xianle knew he should have been in bed already, it had been hours since Feng Xin and Mu Qing had excused themselves for the night and the rest of the palace was eerily quiet while there was still movement in the Prince’s chambers. Xie Lian couldn’t sleep, not yet. He could still feel the excitement of today’s lessons rush through his veins. Participating in lessons to hone his martial arts always left him unable to sleep, there was too much excitement, too much adrenaline, too much to look forward to. Lessons with the State Preceptor were different. While Xie Lian was always respectful and paying attention, most of the time he counted the minutes until the lesson was over and he could escape the countless scrolls and stories and replace them with martial arts.

Xie Lian sat on his bamboo mat he had spread out on the ground before his bed, his eyes closed as he tried to concentrate and slow his breathing, knowing he would have to reach a meditative state if he hoped to be able to catch any sleep tonight.

When there was a knock at his door the Prince first sighed as it seemed that he really was destined to not sleep tonight, but still it had caught his curiosity, because who would dare disturb a Royal at this hour? Rising to his feet he decided to open the door for whoever it was and he was more than surprised to find Hua Lian there, and seemingly drunk. Tilting his head to the side he studied the other’s face; most obvious were the flushed cheeks that were usually as pale as the finest marble, but what stood out to Xie Lian the most was the scowl on Hua Lian’s handsome face.

Hua Lian. Feng Xin. Mu Qing. They all played a different role in his life. They were advisor, bodyguard, servant. At least when it came to what the other royals saw in them, but to Xie Lian they were something else: they were his friends. And because he cared about them he knew that Hua Lian put a lot of effort into smiling. A friendly smile, a persuasive smile, a hostile smile, Hua Lian was capable of them all, which made it all the more surprising to see him with a scowl matching to the one Mu Qing usually wore on his face.

What had displeased him so? What had made him drink past his limit and where did he get that much alcohol in the first place?

“Of course I don’t think you stupid”, Xie Lian said casually as he eyed Hua Lian with curiosity, hoping he was successful in hiding his worry, then he stepped to the side to beckon the other inside. Yes, it was not only improper to knock on a Royal’s door that late, but on top of that Hua Lian was drunk, and the State Preceptor would not be pleased about his protégé stepping even one toe out of line. It would be better if no one saw Hua Lian like this.

Closing the door behind the other he walked to his desk, pouring Hua Lian a glass of water, it would do him well to consume something that was not alcoholic. Xie Lian leaned against his desk, holding out his hand to offer the glass to his advisor. Part of him wanted to pry, to learn what got Hua Lian all worked up, but if his advisor trusted him he would eventually tell him without being asked. So instead Xie Lian remained where he was, honey coloured hues resting on Hua Lian’s handsome face.

[ptternminds]

Later Hua Lian might not even fully recall what it is exactly that is attracting his attention to this point, but when he first steps further into a place as sacred as these chambers, so rarely visited by the prince himself, and yet kept in such orders, he falters.

Typically, he'd stall. He only moves when he finds it best to move. Reading the movements of others and meeting their expectations before they're even fully shaped inside their heads are just two of the many tricks one could make use of if trying to break glass ceilings and the likes with less than honourable means.

He'd argue knowing his opponents and reading them successfully to keep them from attacking or dodge the blows before they're even an idea in his opponents' mind are rather valuable skills. Strategies. Martial artists might be inclined to agree, and cultivators, too. Only problem with that logic? Everyone is an opponent in Hua Lian's world.

Except for His Highness, maybe.

Hua Lian doesn't know where to place him. It shouldn't be this difficult. Xie Lian is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the great kingdom of Xianle, and Hua Lian is a member of his entourage, effectively. His duties are relatively easy to define, at least when compared to where exactly Mu Qing is supposed to be standing in the grand hierarchy of things.

So why bother trying to place him at all, when their dynamic has guidelines to design it by?

He turns just in time to stare at the water suddenly floating before him. If regarded just so he could mistake it for the rice wine he'd held to his lips, carefully and subtly holding it just so to press his index to his nostrils to avoid whatever smell was beginning to waft.

"I find it difficult to believe," Hua Lian starts. He's careful in putting his words together. He can't ever be caught having them stumble over each other, or worst of all, give off the wrong impression. He takes the water, all but drags himself into Xie Lian's space to take it from him and sip at it.

"That Your Highness would admit to it if it were the case," he concludes. There is no accusation simmering beneath the notes of his words. There is nothing to accuse Xie Lian of. Not a cell in his body believes Xie Lian would take him and call him an idiot to his face. He doesn't know if he appreciates it, or would rather the Crown Prince had the balls for it.

Like this, with what he has on height on him, he could easily pass it as crowding Xie Lian against his desk. But Hua Lian wouldn't last a heartbeat against Xie Lian's physical prowess. This is his room, his palace, his world. In strength, in position, in history, in future, he surpasses him everywhere.

The water tastes horrendous. He doesn't know what he expected, honestly. He expected nothing out of it. His taste buds must be thoroughly displeased with him. He does step too close, reaching around Xie Lian to place the empty cup back on the desk. He falters there, in the prince's space, before vaguely pointing at the piece of furniture.

"Has Your Highness ever even made use of that? You hate studying."

[divinity-shackled]

The expression on his face is patient when he holds out his hand to offer the cup of fresh water to his advisor. The Crown Prince of Xianle was always patient; with the citizens, with other disciples, even with his rather eccentric cousin Qi Rong who was a lot to handle, and of course he would extend the same patience towards one of his closest friends. Xie Lian couldn’t help but continue to wonder what had happened to cause Hua Lian to not only get drunk, but stumble around the palace in the wake of it. Obviously, it was none of his business what his advisor was up to once he had finished his work for the day, the man had a private life as much as everyone else, well, as private a life as a State Preceptor in training could be. Xie Lian shouldn’t pry, so he calmly recited the Dao de Jing in his mind as he waited for Hua Lian to continue, and when he did the Crown Prince almost looked offended, but in a playful manner.

“Hua Lian? Are you accusing me of lying?”, Xie Lian asked, raising a pleasantly shaped eyebrow in question; if he wanted to he could look like the authority he was supposed to be, but the playful smile was still tugging at his lips, making it easy for Hua Lian to decipher that the Crown Prince did not take offense though he wondered if this was maybe something his advisor often thought about: if Xie Lian was as honest as he appeared to be. And he really was. Xie Lian had always been stubborn in his own gentle and compassionate way, but that unfortunately also included him always speaking his mind, even if it might offend the Gods. Hua Lian was a smart man, Xie Lian truly believed that, there was a reason he was the current State Preceptor’s protégé, and the Crown Prince truly was excited to know he would one day rule with an advisor as competent as Hua Lian by his side. An advisor who was not only smart, but a good friend as well. Had Xie Lian ever done something that gave the impression he thought any less of the other man?

The Prince could have contemplated the situation for a while longer, but he suddenly realized how close Hua Lian actually was. Xie Lian was not a person that minded physical contact, he was a friendly individual to most anyone, but with what he knew about Hua Lian, the same could not be said about his advisor. Hua Lian liked to always keep people at arm’s length, a pleasant but sharp smile on his lips to keep people at bay. To now be this close to Hua Lian, to have Hua Lian be the one that basically cornered him against his desk was new and for whatever reason it made him feel excited in a very unfamiliar way, but also.. slightly flustered. And the Crown Prince of Xianle did not get flustered easily.

He knew he was being silly. The reason Hua Lian had stepped so close was to place the cup of water on the desk and how could he do that if Xie Lian so very conveniently leaned against it? Xie Lian had to slightly lift his chin to look Hua Lian in the eyes, and once more he noticed how close they were, he could feel the other’s warm breath on his face, he could smell the scent of alcohol on it. None of this mattered. Hua Lian was drunk and there was no one who would feel more embarrassed about this kind of behavior than Hua Lian, maybe it would be better if Xie Lian just played along to try and get his advisor into a bed as quickly as possible so he could sober up. And hopefully not remember any of this the next day. Xie Lian would never hold this over his head.

“You are right. I do hate studying”, Xie Lian replies easily; it was no secret that the Crown Prince preferred running around and training his martial arts over sitting down to try and gather knowledge from a scroll, much to the dismay of the current State Preceptor.

“It is almost a shame this desk is in my possession, it is so finely crafted, I can imagine you would put it to much better use”, he continued, his voice calm as he gazed up at Hua Lian, not daring to move a muscle.

“You are always working so hard, please do not forgive to rest enough. Even if it includes whatever alcohol you have consumed today. Just make sure to share some next time.”

[divinity-shackled]

The grass was almost mockingly soft beneath his knees as Mu Qing was crawling over the ground, towards the basket that had been slapped out of his hands, spilling the precious cherries he had collected all over the ground. It was not the first time he had experienced cruelty and mockery like this; even though one might think Mu Qing would have a better reputation due to him being rather close to the Crown Prince of Xianle, the friendship the Prince extended to him did not change the fact that Mu Qing’s main occupation was being a servant, only in his very rare free time could he train as a disciple, which was also only due to His Highness’s help. And all the other disciples would never let him forget that. They would always remind him where among the food chain his place was. At the bottom. And maybe even lower than that.

As much as Zhu An and his friends wanted to believe it, this forest belonged to everyone, everyone was allowed to pick and enjoy the cherries, it was not like the Royal Family would have a lack of cherries even if Mu Qing would have dared to collect ten baskets full of fruits, but no, as modest as he was, the young servant had only collected a small basket full of cherries. And those weren’t even for himself. Whenever he took anything, it was always his mother he thought of, his mother who worked so hard, who was nearly blind and relying more and more on Mu Qing. Mu Qing did not mind that, he loved her dearly, he would work without rest for a whole week if it meant he could make her life just a little easier. Oh, how proud she had been once Mu Qing had told her he had become a disciple; through the Prince’s help, but still.. disciple was disciple. Until it wasn’t.

Zhu An laughed as he watched Mu Qing crawl over the ground, trying to collect the cherries to put them back into the basket that had been so unceremoniously slapped out of his hands, accusing him of stealing from the Royal Family, of taking advantage of his position to be a little criminal behind His Highness’s back. Mu Qing did not say anything, it wasn’t worth it to pick a fight with these brainless young men, especially because he couldn’t win. There were five of them and only one Mu Qing, even raising his head to look at them could provoke a fight, so he kept his head low, allowing himself to be humiliated like this if it meant he could put another smile on his mother’s lips. She loved cherries, and she always baked the most delicious pie out of them.

Suddenly Zhu An stepped closer and when he raised his foot Mu Qing had to suppress a wince, knowing he would be kicked any moment, but then he heard footsteps approaching and suddenly Zhu An and his little gang of misfits backed off, laughing among themselves in a carefree manner as if to symbolize that they had nothing to do with this incident as they quickly hurried away.

Mu Qing only dared to look up for a moment, being convinced he had to defend himself from another accusation of stealing, but when he recognized the person that slowly sank to his knees next to him the young disciple froze for a moment. It was Hua Lian, State Preceptor in the making, being the current State Preceptor’s golden boy. His protégé. Mu Qing felt his cheeks burn with shame as he quickly continued what he was doing, trying to scoop up the remaining fallen cherries in front of him as quickly as possible. Why did it have to be Hua Lian? Was there anything more embarrassing then crawling around his knees in front of the person that held a position and reputation, no, that held the respect Mu Qing so desperately wished for? Hua Lian was everything Mu Qing could never even hope to be. It was not even jealousy that raged in his stomach, it was the simple desire to belong. To feel safe around someone his own age, knowing he was not alone anymore. How foolish.

Mu Qing refused to acknowledge the Prince’s advisor, but anger and shame coiled in his stomach, tears burned in his eyes and soon after his hands started to shake. It was then that Hua Lian reached out his hands as if to touch him.

@ptternminds asked: why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

But before Hua Lian had the chance to really touch Mu Qing, he shoved the advisor away from him, hands firmly against his chest, in the same manner he had ached to shove Zhu An. His behavior was unforgiveable and he would surely be punished for laying hands on one of the Crown Prince’s closest companions. Mu Qing knew how to hold his tongue, to swallow his temper to not get in trouble. At least most of the time. Was it the offered but false kindness that had been offered to him that had pushed him over the edge?

Finally, as they both sat on the ground, Mu Qing glared at Hua Lian, tears of frustration rolling over his pale cheeks.

“I did not ask for your help! And why would you offer it, anyways? You only ever do what you think will help you climb up the ladder, but I am at the bottom of it! Helping me would not make you gain anything! Just.. just go.. I don’t need your fake kindness.”

[mcflymemes]

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

[divinity-shackled]

@ptternminds sent: how did you learn to lie so well? - hua lian at xie lian but like independently from whether he was actually lying, up to you, hua lian is insane anyway

With a sigh Xie Lian slowly walked through the garden of his palace, fidgeting with his sleeves as he thought about what to do next. For now he was under house arrest while it would be assessed what exactly his role was in the fall of the kingdom of Yong’an. He was not at all worried about the punishment he would receive, he had already asked the Emperor to be banished once more for the crime he had committed, knowing the soft spot Jun Wu had for him Xie Lian doubted the punishment would be this severe, but still, he was ready to receive it.

Wandering the garden of his golden palace, which was an exact duplicate of the one that used to be his home back in Xianle, for the first time since his third ascension, he couldn’t help but feel strangely melancholic. He did not feel at home here, no matter how much this place wanted to mimic Xianle from 800 years ago. Puqi shrine felt more like home than this palace ever would. There were too many things missing, but still there was a foreign beauty about this copy of a garden; there were countless flowers there in all colours imaginable, there was a small pond with koi and lotus flowers floating atop it and even a large cherry tree, exactly like the ones that grew all over Mount Taicang. Beneath the tree Xie Lian stopped, reaching out a hand to pick a cherry but when he heard someone behind him clearing his throat, Xie Lian winced and stopped, almost feeling as if he had been caught in the act of stealing.

When he turned around he was greeted by a familiar face, one he actually was very surprised to see here. When was the last time Xie Lian had been alone somewhere with Hua Lian?

“What are you doing here?”, Xie Lian asked bluntly, with honest confusion on his face. Feng Xin and Mu Qing obviously avoided him and he was convinced Hua Lian also did his best to avoid him, to avoid being seen with him. What was the reason for this surprise visit, especially now that Xie Lian’s already bad reputation had been tarnished with another unforgivable crime; no one knew better than him that Hua Lian’s success and reputation mattered the most to him, shouldn’t he be worried about what being seen with Xie Lian could do to it? But well, he assumed no one would see them here together anyways, he did not exactly expect any other visitors, but it was Hua Lian’s question that made his breath hitch for a moment.

“How did you learn to lie so well?”

So this was about Lang Qianqiu and the fall of Yong’an. Had Hua Lian been sent here to interrogate him? He was one of the most successful Civil Gods, it would make sense.. Xie Lian steeled his expression, the pleasant surprise vanishing from his gentle honey coloured eyes. He was still bleeding and the throbbing pain helped him to focus on something else than what he feared Hua Lian knew, or at least suspected.

“Lie?”, Xie Lian repeated innocently, taking a step toward his former advisor, then he tilted his head to the side. “You know I have never been much of a liar and I can’t see a reason why I should start now. I already confessed. I was the one responsible for the massacre at Prince Tai Hua’s Gilded Banquet, it was me who wanted to finally bring an end to the rotten people of Yong’an. I am State Preceptor Fang Xin and you know it.”

Xie Lian took another step, now he was right in Hua Lian’s personal space and he held a hand to his mouth as he giggled, looking up at Hua Lian’s painfully familiar face.

“These people destroyed your home, too. Shouldn’t you be excited that I eventually brought ruin upon them?”

[divinity-shackled]

If this wasn’t the most exciting day of their life! Or their existence, because the life they had known before actually ended today. On the day Shi Qingxuan ascended to the Heavenly Realm. It was so much more than they ever imagined it to be like, it was bigger than they had anticipated, but as they stood on the Avenue of Divine Might, with both clouds and gilded Palaces stretching all around them.. they stopped and stayed for a moment. Putting their hands on their hips they took a deep breath, breathing in and out, a satisfied grin on their handsome features. They did it. They ascended. Just like they had intended to do, just like their were meant to, because their older brother had already ascended some time ago and as they had cultivated the same path and under the same teacher.. it was only natural that Shi Qingxuan should ascend as well.

And here they were. Now.. where was their brother? Shi Qingxuan looked rather forward to seeing their brother again, but they were even more excited to explore, to see what Heaven really was about and so they started walking.

They followed the heavenly streets, they walked past palace after palace, past other Heavenly Officials that did not pay him any mind, some of them carried so many scrolls in their arms it almost looked they were about to break beneath their weights. It made Shi Qingxuan chuckle, but also feel mildly alarmed. Wasn’t Heaven a place to relax and enjoy the labours of one’s life? Why were these poor people worked like farm horses? Well, they would find out eventually.

Everything around them was beautiful, and Shi Qingxuan almost felt like they were walking a dream, so they reached into their sleeve to pull out their fan, their trusted companion and like this they walked, observing while completely losing themselves in what they looked at.

It was then that they were approached by someone, a rather stern but elegant looking young man who bowed for a second before reaching out to grab Shi Qingxuan by their elbow.

“You are Lord Wind Master, are you not? The construction of your palace is not quite ready yet, so I shall take you to your brother’s residence.”

Their brother! Shi Wudu! Oh, how Shi Qingxuan longed to see him, but they were not quite finished sightseeing yet, plus, they did not like the way the other had just grabbed them, so they gently shook the other’s hand off, before they very spontaneously grabbed the arm of the next Official that walked by.

“Oh, please do not trouble yourself, my friend here already offered to show me the way!”, Shi Qingxuan boldly lied while dragging his unsuspecting victim forward, walking down the golden street, leaving the perplex stranger well behind.

After a while the Official he had abducted shook himself free and shortly after Shi Qingxuan could hear @ptternminds say: you have no idea who I am, do you?

For a moment Shi Qingxuan was perplex. They just ascended an hour ago, of course they did not know who this man was! Their gaze wandered over the other’s attire and up to his face and for a moment they felt a warm blush settle upon their cheeks as they realized how incredibly handsome the other man was. Maybe it really had not been clever to pluck the most beautiful man out of the busy crowd, but what was done, was done, there was no going back.

“Well, I do not”, Shi Qingxuan replied calmly and very politely, “My name is Shi Qingxuan.”

And with that introduction they stepped forward to once more cling to the other man’s arm, looking at him with big innocent eyes.

“But you are my new friend now, so please, do you not want to show me around? I really just arrived here and I am so overwhelmed!”

[videog4mes]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤANGST MUSINGS FOUND ON PINTEREST. – please change pronouns and verbiage as needed. 

nobody is coming to save you. get up.

let us live, since we must die.

don't trust the beginnings, truth is told in the last moments.

i don't think i'm the hero type.

this was supposed to be closure, not the beginning of another mistake.

underneath your hands, i become poetry. this is the alchemy that you do.

two souls don't find each other by simple accident.

how do i look away now that i've seen you?

it is okay to be gentle, it does not make you weak.

let me fall if i must fall. the one i will become will catch me.

you said i killed you – haunt me then!

tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.

i'm, as the poet says, a mess!

i am a collection of dismantled almosts.

do you exist? have i made you up?

ignore every instinct to flee. remember: you are a monster, too.

you were destined for me. perhaps, as a punishment.

i crave affection and run from it.

forever is a dangerous word.

you left fingerprints on my soul, but they feel more like bruises now.

am i suffering beautifully? is my agony laveable?

i desire violently – and i wait.

i died a lot to live a little with you.

not yet corpses. still, we rot.

i am made of untamable demons and unfillable voids.

…what i am aches in me.

do not mock a pain you haven't endured.

blood will be spilled. i know it. let it be mine, not yours.

i feel as if i belonged to another world.

memory is punishment.

i dream of you in fractured ways, in hollow nights, and haunted days.

survivors have scars. victims have graves.

[rcseadorned]

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