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wOW would you look at that date. i am definitely not late :) JFDKLGJFD

Send me a symbol! [Angst] // closed!♡: your muse fatally injures mineremember our hard angst phase rin?? bc this was definitely from the hard angst phase (did we ever leave it tho lbr)

          Like many times in this broken world, Wang Yuanji wondered if she was in a vivid dream. It was both hell and paradise, former enemies able to work together in peace, but only due to an end that would claim them all if they did not unite as one. Yet there were times when their own allies turned against them, and most of the time it was not of their own volition; rather, another anomaly of this realm, a power fortunately impossible for mere humans to harness. An individual able to cloud one’s mind and dangle them by strings to do his bidding.

Of all people to be trapped in that state, who worse to pit against her than Jia Chong? It was an unfortunate coincidence, and a deadly one. Though she avoided his projectiles, they always landed a mark on someone’s life. On the other hand, Yuanji could not wield her weapon against him, knowing what he was trapped in. Instead, she did what she could against the opposing soldiers whenever they drew near to her allies, her knives landing with devastating accuracy.

While it looked even at first glance, she knew it was far from the truth. It was those who feared death fighting against those who had nothing to lose. Yuanji had yet to encounter this power that claimed Jia Chong, and the only method she knew of to break that trance was to defeat them, that they did not respond as well to compassion or reason. Perhaps had it not been her, defeating him could be more plausible; but her fingers trembled at each thought of striking him down. She could not get a precise shot at him, and any chance she had from through the fighting crowds could risk a fatal hit. She was no powerhouse able to storm through and destroy the enemy, she was decisive and tactful. There was no outwitting this. Not only was interference on this route unprecedented, reinforcements were already spread so thin that they had no choice but to hold their ground.

Dammit. Why now of all times did she have to hesitate? Why did it stop her in her tracks when she knew that she had to take that risk to stop him? She knew better than to put personal feelings above duty, and yet when it mattered most, she did just that.

“Jia Chong, stop this madness!” But he would not – no, could not – listen to her plea, if her words could reach him at all. She already knew that. Impossible to safely get close, but unable to run, she felt helplessness as she saw others die around her. Soldiers she had encouraged prior to the battle, who she had sat with, ate with, laughed with. Learned of their hardships and the homes waiting for them. All because she faltered.

She evaded another of his projectiles, once again hearing the gurgling of another taken out behind her. A realization set in: unless through sheer luck, he was never hitting her on purpose. If she had not moved it would still have barely gone by her. It was as though he intended to, but could not follow through at the last moment. Was it her only other option?

Yuanji had to take it. She did not think it through yet, nor plan ahead beyond it, but she could not let anyone else die.

In full sprint she ran straight for him, ducking and evading oncoming attacks from his allies, but not completely clear of wounds as an arrow, much faster and harder to see, struck her in her back. Briefly her face contorted in pain, but she pressed forward, as her way back closed around her.

The moment that she reached Jia Chong, she threw out her knives behind her and charged at him. With a fierce yell, she tackled him with every ounce of strength in her body, landing with him on his back against the dirt and her atop him.

Her arms remained gripped tightly around him, her heart pounding from the remaining adrenaline coursing through her veins. For that moment, she had not felt the searing pain of his weapon piercing through her small frame. She could feel her abdomen grow warm. He must have done it as she tackled him, she thought. He was always so quick to react.

A shaky breath left her as she loosened her hold on him and rose up, amber eyes gazing into steel blue. He had to be in there. Everyone else had been. She wondered, if he could be freed of his spell, what he would feel. Would he feel remorse, knowing his allies and her blood was on his unwilling hands? What a terrible thing it was.

“I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault,” she spoke to him gently, pleadingly, a hand cupping his cheek. “I couldn’t take the chance when I needed to most and made this choice. But you need to wake up. Wake up, and feel no regret for what they did to all of us… but the strength to continue on and bring us home.”

[perfumednightingale]

@jiagonglu

These days, it was pretty boring without her fiance. There was nothing much to do since he took care of their wedding plans before he left. Their future house is also going smoothly. 

There are times when she would visit her future mother-in-law to keep each other company. Recently, she likes to draw a pair of mandarin ducks and Lady Liu always praised her artistic skills.

Her house was too quiet that she started to practice again. She had to keep herself busy or else she would often catch herself staring out into space. During nights, she longed for him as she surrounded herself with pillows.

Whenever a letter from him would come, she felt that her heart would jump for joy. His letters were always read everytime she misses him which only made her miss him more. She wrote as often as she can but his letters doesn’t match her volume.

So when she heard that his troops were on their way to her house, she dropped everything and waited outside. The maids tried their best to convince her to wait inside the house instead since the evening air was too cold.

“No, I’ll wait here. I’ve waited far too long.“

Then she finally saw them. At first, they were just a speck but slowly they grew. Her legs started to move when she spotted his horse.

“JIA GONGLU! GET OFF YOUR HORSE!!“ She started to walk then slowly she was running. Tears streaked her cheeks as she continued running and he finally came into view.

Oh my, he’s more handsome than before. His usual prim and proper look has changed to a much more wilder one.

Yueliang flung herself to him, embracing him tightly. He smelled of sweat, smoke, and his usual scent. It wasn’t long before she was sobbing. Words poured out of her lips, trying to tell him how much she missed him and for him to not leave that long again.

“Please don’t go anywhere... Just stay. Please stay with me, my dearest.“

[saihai]

@jiagonglu

A laugh, soft like rain, carried in the still air. Though it’d been muffled by the layer of fabric that blockaded Yoshitsugu’s lips from sight, the fact that the noise had resounded just after what Jia Chong may have thought was a private snark to himself, was in itself a tell that the other man had found the heard line amusing. 

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@jiagonglu is a great Jia Chong. The mun has blended the historical events and person so well with the in-game version of Jia Chong. I love plotting and talking to the mun!

[ladydiaochan]

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「 🌸; 調整 」

                                 The Songstress is alone within the quiet library, or so she thought. Reviewing battle tactics and history from past generation. Knowledge is power, so why not expand hers further? There was more to her than being just a pretty face. Lu Bu would never approve of her doing this, but she didn’t care. Who’s to say he will last long in this cruel world anyway? Father was no longer with her, and so she must fend for herself. Independence is key, isn’t it? 

[empressofjingxian]

@jiagonglu

“Oh! Jia chong did you need something?” she was finishing watering the plants since no one else is doing them here. 

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Brunette sat there watching her nephew mingling with various faces, few of them she could recall but most of the others were faces she was unfamiliar. Accepting request to participate in celebration in which means this evening she accepted take break from books she was very fond of.  Her light brown eyes skimming over the room feeling out place and comfort this particular night oddly.  There was few people she could’ve spoken with but unfortunately for here they seemed be busy. Faint sigh she kept faint smile that was directed towards her nephew, watching him speaking enthusiastically with an giving only little chuckle occasionally from what she could tell .  Good. Seems everyone in good spirits tonight, as expected army fate was success. - she thought watching others and being loss bit in her own thought. Only when nephew noticed was in front of her did come back to reality bit startled. Brown eyes widening by request to talk to certain military commander strategist by him, as quick her nephew was be in front of her,  single blink he was already off and joined three generals joining happily getting engrossed in their small talks. 

Xianying got up from her chair and started looking for the certain man she knew of but never met before, except today was going change all of that. After all, simple greeting seemed harmless enough.  After few seconds of asking around and walking around, she finally found the him. Eyes took in his black attire that had cyan shade at few places, his pale skin, and his facial features, he seemed appear interesting person in her thoughts already. Xianying walked to him and when she caught his attention she smiled bowing with honorific mannerism. 

 “Ah greetings my lord, I heard some things of you. I’m daughter Xin Pi, older sister of Xin Chang, and aunt of Yang Hu. It’s pleasure finally meet you. ” spoke humbly with confidence.

[thekingofsadness]

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Ask the Mun for a Drabble/Fic of their Muse based on…

💢- A frustrating moment

He thrust his blade into the practice dummy. His hands were sore and the muscles in his arms ached in pain but he would not rest. He sliced, cut, and slashed. His strength had already faded, his accuracy fading but the threat of disappointing everybody, disappointing himself, was all the fuel his body needed to continue.

It was a simple exercise, was only meant to be done in the supervision of the generals. The talented. And though the others say he had the ability to do great things, nothing seemed to be good enough. No matter the effort he put in he would be average at best but as emperor that wasn’t good enough. He had to be the one under heaven, the one that can lead people to the peace they all so desperately craved with an undying hunger. How could he be a leader when he could barely fight with a sword? How could Xingcai look up to him from so far ahead when he could barely keep up?

His eyes burned red and he sliced and chopped till his fury was sated and when he found that his anger and frustration was not going away, his knuckles white and fingers drawing blood from his palm, he stabbed the sword into the ground and proceeded to punch and kick the practice dummy instead. If only it would gain sentience, fight back, give him a challenge that he will just fail all over again like he does every other time. There had to be something else, there had to be something he could do to stop this miasmatic chaos!

But the dummy stared back with missing eyes, expressionless, emotionless.

His punches and kicks once wild had gotten weaker and slower, the last remnants of strength evaporating off of his tired body until finally his body plummeted to the ground. He let out a heavy breath, to coincide with his heavy heart. He never understood why, after Liu Bei died and Zhuge Liang died, why Xingcai still stood by his side. He was weak and foolish, undeserving of her kindness, her strength. He couldn’t even fight a practice dummy without collapsing onto the ground. But he could not give up. He did not give up when his father said that he was a fool. He did not give up when his eyes were staring into the point of a blade, mere seconds from death. And he could not give up now when people were finally beginning to rely on him. Not now.

Liu Shan slowly stood up, his muscles still burning but his conviction did not flicker. He took the sword from the ground and held the blade loosely in his hand and left the grounds. He will return soon, well rested and ready to fight, and with someone by his side to help him.