I’m generally involved with fandoms that are video game, creepypasta/horror and on the other side Chinese/norse culture related- At least that’s the branding I’d like! :]
I love creating things, may it be characters, stories, headcanons, you name it.
My interests vary a lot and I have different obsessions at times.
Finally got to test print it. Very satisfied with the quality! Not so much with the choice. It did NOT have to be a holo keychain-
simple ones without effects would work just fine. I might give them away as a pair, perhaps through a raffle! It’s like a special rainbow edition. If there’s interest I could notify you once I make a raffle post, just lmk xx.
Yes, I uhh didn’t have enough funds for lwj and wwx. (Lie)
Been absent for a hot minute and haven’t posted art since *checks* … 10 months!
So I’m excited to share what projects I’ve been working on lately. I’m getting closer to starting an online shop, hopefully! It will likely feature merchandise like prints, keychains, and pins. If there’s interest, it may also include some original designs.
That’s enough rambling. Take care, and I hope we see each other again maybe~~~
The reason why I probably prefer cumplane soulmates rather than bingqiu soulmates is because bingqiu is the only MXTX couple that don't refer to themselves as soulmates in the book (as far as I remember). Wangxian call each other soulmates and hualian are tied by a red string, but bingqiu doesn't have that. Instead they had to fight fate to be together. Shen Qingqiu was the scum villain and Luo Binghe was the protagonist, they weren't meant to be, but they defied their destinies and fought to be with each other anyway
(You can think of Moshang the same way. Shang Qinghua was destined to be killed by Mobei-Jun, but he too defied his fate)
And also because cumplane soulmates is just so funny. Imagine indirectly killing a guy and ending up in the same world together in the next life. If you don't call them soulmates, then I don't know who is
biggest betrayal of my life was when i was talking abt norse mythology in the theatre dressing rooms and someone said "omg i love norse myth and loki too!" only for me to discover they had pop culture understanding of it based entirely on marvel and the fact they thought tom hiddleston was hot
I’ve been meaning to illustrate a short comic for a scene in the novel, and because I’m incredibly indecisive I wanted to ask about everyone’s favorite. Which scene would you like to see in comic format? (No papapa🙏 I’d like to be able to put it in a portfolio- if you want to see that go visit my Bluesky :3)
I thought about the scene where SQQ sacrifices himself the first time, the composition would lwk go crazy.
I have a habit of going for emotionally intense scenes- like uhm,,, angst, tragedy, heartbreak- it’s cathartic but light hearted/funny moments are totally cool too, I want to go out of my comfort zone from time to time.
It doesn’t necessarily have to be your favorite, it could also just be a scene you think would work well as a short comic. Please share your thoughts, thank you so much! <3
imagine you are a fourteen year old kissass and the teacher you are sucking up to tells you to bully the shit out of the new kid, and you say sir yes sir. fast forward a couple years and suddenly your teacher decides he thinks that loser new kid is the actually the shit and he starts spoiling the hell out of him. now you and your least favorite classmate are locked in a fierce battle to see Who Can Be The Biggest Teacher's Pet and for some fucking reason the little dickhead is winning. he won't shut up about how the teacher who told you to kick his ass a few years ago is definitely going to marry him as soon as he's legal. unfortunately(?) before this happens, he dies(?) and now your teacher is depressed and you have bigger problems than worrying about losing the Favorite Student competition even though your competitor is dead. except he's not dead and now he's back and stupidly hot and also he has lost his fucking mind because your teacher killed himself in his arms, and now you have to run a mountain because your teacher is dead. except he's not dead either and now your former favorite punching bag is threatening to blow this whole place up because he wants to be loved, and you're wondering if maybe that bullying in your adolescence had longterm psychological effects. fast forward again and you are still in charge of a mountain about half the time because your teacher is too busy fucking the kid he told you to bully 15+ years ago
I don't really have a punchline to this, ming fan's life is so fucking weird
Part 2 of putting everyone in hanfus, I think Li Ling and Yun Chuan might be next I think!
Another short story, I did a bit of character study and put my own twist on it! Some quotes are directly from his esper profile thing lol.
(English isn’t my first language, sorry! I still think I ate with this one)
Steam curled languidly around Bi Tao’s face, masking the sharp lines of his features. The man lounged against the slick stone edge, water lapping against his chest as faint tendrils of purple smoke mingled into the mist from the pipe that hung from his lips.
The scene replayed in his mind again and again—the way Lü Shang had stared at him, calm and unbothered, as if Bi Tao were nothing but air.
He drew a deep pull from the pipe, the bitter tang of the herbs attacking his tastebuds. Yet it couldn’t compare to the bitterness left in his heart as the words left Lü Shangs lips
“Shixiong, you must be mistaken” Lü Shang had said, with maddening politeness. No sneer, no edge of malice. Just indifference.
Bi Tao let out a low Humorless laugh, smoke spilled from his mouth and billowed around him, disturbing the lazily rising mist around him. Shixiong, he had said, as though they were equals.
Bi Tao clenched his teeth, biting down on the pipe until it creaked. He had cut the man off before he could finish, spitting venomous words about long-forgotten debts, declaring him his arch nemesis.
And what had Lü Shang done? He had only looked at him with that same maddening, infuriating calmness, as though Bi Tao were a stranger.
He doesn't even remember me.
“Shizun clearly doesn’t know what you’re talking about!” He couldn’t even remember the girl who had spoken up for her Shizun.
“Shizun.” The words tasted like bile, souring on his tongue as his lips twisted into a sneer. "You don't deserve that title. You never did."
He flicked ash from his pipe into the spring. Lü Shang. The calm, collected, beloved Lü Shang was everything Bi Tao despised. He was content to sit by a lake and fish, to guide one last disciple with sincerity, as though the past hadn't left scars. As though the efforts Bi Tao spent to ruin his imagine didn’t even leave a scratch.
Lü Shang is a calm pond, full of fish, clear and shallow. He doesn't know what it means to boil. To seethe. To claw one's way to the top.
Bi Tao remembered that day clearly. The courtyard was crowded with elders and disciples as he prepared for his speech, rehearsing every word meticulously. It was meant to be his moment.
But his cultivation faltered. He staggered, his vision blurred and his voice was trapped in his throat. The last thing he saw before collapsing was the shimmer of Lü Shang's robes—the perfect Shidi who had captured everyone's hearts.
When Bi Tao awoke in shame, no one spoke of his failure; instead, they whispered of how Lü Shang had carried him from the stage like a tragic hero.
He stole my moment
Bi Tao slammed the pipe into the water, sending ripples across the surface. He leaned forward as he watched the embers of the pipe extinguish and go under, his long hair clung to his face. He had spent years clawing his way back from that humiliation. Years of scheming, strategizing, and plotting to rise above all others.
“One day, you’ll pay twice over for the past”
But no matter how far he climbed, no matter how many enemies he crushed beneath his heel, Lü Shang always came out stronger.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part had to be the truth.
Bi Tao’s nails scraped against the stone. A fantasy twisted in his mind, he imagined looming over Lü Shangs lifeless body, imagined his polite expression faltering. Yet… Victory felt hollow in his heart. It always had- What he truly wanted, he realized, was not Lü Shang’s defeat.
Part 1 of putting dislyte characters in hanfus *rubs hands* watch out for Bi Tao next :p
Short wholesome story extra: (btw english isn’t my first language and I only write for fun!!)
Lü Shang sat on a weathered stone, holding a fishing rod loosely in his hands. The sun had risen on the horizon and slowly crept further across the lake surface until it reached the man.
This secluded and serene place was his sole refuge from the burdens of his memories. At times, it felt too quiet—quiet enough for the muddled pleas in the back of his mind to resurface. These voices were heavy, yet not heavy enough to sink to the depths of his consciousness.
The cries of his disciples echoed faintly, disturbing the tranquility of his rippleless mind. He has long given up on fishing out the ghosts of his past. They came unbidden, reminders of failure, yet he let them be. It was a punishment he believed he deserved.
“Shizun!”
He ignored it.
“Shizun!”
Only a soft splash jolted him back, hoping it was the tug of a fish but as he peered at the surface of the pond he saw a face that wasn’t his own.
“Shizun, did you fall asleep?”
A bright and familiar voice sounded near him. Yu Jing stood a few paces behind, holding what appeared to be something wrapped in paper.
Lü Shang sighed, his voice quiet but not unkind.“Why are you not at morning practice?”
She grinned and held up that ‘something wrapped in paper’, “Candied hawthorn! And—” then she took something out of her qiankun pouch. “A steamed bun! You didn’t eat breakfast again, did you?”
His stomach betrayed him with a faint growl before he could rebuke so he averted his gaze, choosing to close his eyes and focus on the calmness of the lake.
Yu Jing didn’t wait for permission and plopped down next to him, offering him the unwrapped bun. “Shizun, you can’t fish if the fishies can hear your stomach growling!”
He hesitated then accepted the bun. “Thank you, Yu Jing”
The young woman beamed at him before happily gnawing on her Tang Hulu. “Fishing doesn’t seem very fun,” she mused between mouthfuls “it’s just sitting and waiting, I’m sure Shizun has a spell to catch fish more efficiently.”
Lü Shang smiled faintly. “It’s not about efficiency, fishing is meditative, it’s a way to calm the mind”
“Does it work for you?”
The question was innocent yet it struck like a blade. He glanced at her, the light in her round eyes were so bright, so earnest and so free of judgement.
“Sometimes…” he said at last.
A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the occasional chirping of the birds.
“But you always look so sad when you're here,” Sje said softly “At least let me keep you company.”
He neither agreed nor disagreed, but he didn’t send her away. Yu Jing's attempts to cheer him up were as clear as the water in the lake, so he allowed her to chatter on while he took bites of the warm bun.
Each bite felt as comforting as her presence. She was the last of his disciples— the final bright ember of a fire that had long since extinguished. In the end he knew he couldn’t undo the past but he’d give his all to shield the last glow.
(+crazy story that I wouldn't believe happened if my friend hadn't been there with me)
A friend was visiting Berlin, so I invited her to make bracelets together. After contemplating for a while, I chose to create matching Hua Cheng bracelets for my girlfriend and I!
Once we finished, we wanted to grab something to eat, so we headed into the metro. As we entered, there was a middle-aged guy who started laughing to himself (Average Berlin moment).
I didn’t pay him much mind until he rummaged through his bag and handed me something – it was a Hua Cheng pin?!?!! It looks self made too??? I think he was wearing a potato sack and had a unicorn bag, what a goat holy shit.
Huge coincidence- I didn’t have anything on me that indicated I liked TGCF btw so I was thoroughly stunned. I couldn’t just take things without giving anything back so I gave him a Chinese luck charm
(Besides that he also told my friend to use vinegar for her acne, erm that’s a bit crazy ngl.)
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