#fu cheng

[chineseamericanfailure]

The only friend you ever dedicated your heart to, such a pity, was me, your enemy.

Image ID: Fu Cheng stands behind Zhan Junbai, who is sitting. Both are pale Chinese men. Fu Cheng is wearing a long pale blue cloak and his left hand is cupping Zhan Junbai’s face. His prayer beads hang from the same hand. He looks off the left. Zhan Junbai is wearing a maroon pinstripe suit with a blue pocket square. He is looking at the viewer. Framing them is the post’s caption, written vertically in Chinese

Pose ref

[daktyl-z-jordanii-blog]

it's better than an o-per-a (part. 1)  

[tytangfei]

farewell, my concubine.  I am not dong xian. / of course you’re not! he is just a sycophant. not as precious as you. but i’m not the emperor ai. my preference isn’t love but power.

[say-lon-i]

chen yu zhi: we call that a traumatic event, not a *looks at chu ran* "major L", not a *turns to yu tang chun* "bruh moment", and definitely not an *frowns at jiang yue lou* "oof lmao"

[viriyanon]

Zhan Junbai caring for Yu Tangchun (in his way) for @mahan734

[heretherebedork]

Zhan JunBai and his sheer levels of fucked up are honestly glorious to experience. He doesn't want to care about Fu Cheng... but he fell in love with him as Yu TangChun and now can't change his mind.

He keeps him locked up, he takes care of him... sort of..., he watches over him, he talks to him, he does everything to create a gilded cage for the man he loves who hates him so fiercely.

And he orders a special coffin for him, something rare and unique and expensive, knowing that he will die and knowing that this is the last gift he will ever give him.

Then he dies in a dream with his prayer beads in his hand.

Because no one else has ever mattered to Zhan JunBai the way Fu Cheng does, the way this dying opera singer entered his heart that he didn't even know he had any longer.

[daktyl-z-jordanii-blog]

it hurts

(it’s better than an o-per-a, part 5)

[daktyl-z-jordanii-blog]

the artist