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❛  calm down.  ❜ - He Xuan~

TWO WORD SENTENCE STARTERS -> open

Gutted veins feed the bleached grass with rotten nectar. Bai Wuxiang's blood is poisoned with so much hatred that it turned black long ago. Inside the pools of his self-mutilation, centipedes roll, wiggling their tiny legs as if drowning in their manifester. His ears ring and echo, sinking him into a spiraling realization that Xianle has picked someone else as his keeper. Someone WORSE, UGLY, INCAPABLE. Crimson Rain Sought Flower is an abomination with perverse desires, a flesh-devouring, dull-dagger-wielding, nameless child who grew up fantasizing of committing murder for the sake of a SICK, TWISTED, PLAGUED desire to touch the supple shoulder of a GOD. Bai Wuxiang wheezes through the twisted maw of his mask, sucking in air his lungs desperately scream for. His eyes are stuck on Black Water, burrowing into him from the dark sockets of his disguise. It should have been him. He should have been chosen as Jun Wu, the Emperor of the Sky, the Fire-Bringer. He killed Heavenly Deities before to restructure his sins and forgive himself. He will do so again. And again. AND AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN! "I want his skin." Bai Wuxiang snarls, ripping at the useless skin flaps of his butchered forearms. A fistful of discarded flesh and thrown at He Xuan as the White Calamity screeches like a wounded banshee. "HIS SKIN SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE!"

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❛  why me?  ❜ - Xie Lian~

TWO WORD SENTENCE STARTERS -> open

"And why should it be someone else?" Bai Wuxiang's grin is hidden underneath the thin layer of his mask, although beyond it, there are layers of black ink separating him from Xianle in this exact moment, as a knife drives directly through the god's thigh, pinning him to the stone chair he is forced to sit upon. The Calamity looms over him like a shadow of horror. The mouth slit in his mask drools black gobs of ink that turn into tiny spiders when they land upon Xianle's lap, staining his robes. The handle of the dagger does not budge, and Bai Wuxiang drives his palm over the stone slab by Xie Lian's head. "Only you." He whispers, dragging the tip of his tongue over his lips. "Only you can be here. Only you can be mine. Does it matter why? No, it doesn't. But you should know why, Xianle. You don't know? Oh? I will show you." He squeezes the handle of the knife and TWISTS, TURNS, SINKS further into the pliant skin, grinning. "Learn." He commands. "Look and learn why."

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❛  that's impossible.  ❜ / from mu qing :)

TWO WORD SENTENCE STARTERS -> open

Oh, what a sorry sight. A Heavenly Official, standing in the filth of his shame. POOR, ABANDONED, HOMELESS little thing, fallen spirit that ascended out of pity. Jun Wu would have inclined his head to give him an acknowledgement of a distant impression. Yes, yes, he would have said, I understand this is a great loss. Heaven thunders from the execution of a HERETIC. Jun Wu tells them this is necessary, this is the new way of ensuring that the gods who stand against humans cease breaking the Divine Law. Surely, Mu Qing is aware that Xie Lian has been tooo kind. He isn't careful. That red thorn in his side is distracting and possessive. This is the only way. Bai Wuxiang holds up his bloodied hands, nails raking a skull in a fistful of tangled, brown hair. In his grip, a severed head of the god that Mu Qing bows to and chases across millennia. Xianle's BEHEADED, SEVERED, ANNIHILATED state is just as pathetic as Mu Qing's terror. The White Calamity laughs maniacally, dipping his other pale hand underneath a thick stream of blood. A handful is gathered and slapped across the crooked mask, smudged like war paint across opposing crescents. He is cackling. He is sobbing. He shakes his head as an omen, giggling and snorting at the motionless mouth that hangs agape and SNAP, SNAP, SNAPS like a marionette. Then, he tosses the head at Mu Qing's feet, and a voice sips through the slit of the mouth, a hiss of a vile serpent. "Check for yourself."

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           Jiang Cheng sat in the dead center of the room, legs folded tight beneath him, straining for a scrap of focus. It was like chasing smoke. He would have laughed at the idea of ghost sickness — laughed, until now. But this was different. Real. Already, it was burrowing under his skin, prickling at every nerve ending. Each sound seemed magnified, every shadow too close; the air pressed against him, heavy and alive, until he felt shrunken and brittle, like a bug trapped in a jar.

        A sharp knock split the silence. Jiang Cheng’s brow furrowed, deeper than before. “Who is it?” His voice was rough, wary. “I said not to disturb me.” No one could know about this. Not yet.

OPEN STARTER || anyone can respond.

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Bai Wuxiang looms over the kneeling silhouette drenched in amethysts. His head tilts to the side with a soft pop in joints that sound wooden and hollow. He stands in the shadows that lick at his pure-white robe as the air around him sways. Back and forth, back and forth, like ocean waves far away from the mountains that surround them. This terrain may be foreign to him, but Heaven suspended above overlooks the same earth and souls. Souls devoid of feeling. He traveled far in the liminal space of his mind, conjuring up worlds that do not exist. His bindinds are loose, the mountain shakes from his yawn, and the way his fingers RAKE, RAKE, RAKE at the black earth. Now he stands in a quiet room before a nobody. He knows not his name, not his station. He can hear his heartbeat. And he wants to pop that heart in his bare hands and lick the bits from his fingers. With a step forward, the White Calamity steps outside of the thick web of black shadows. A ghostly knock cascades around the room. When he sighs, his voice is doubled with an echo. "You may have said many things." The Ghost whispers; his mask wears a split expression of joy and solemnity. "But none apply to me." He stands a few feet away where the shadows reach his feet, lapping at his heels like obedient dogs.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  act natural.  ❜ ❛  be careful.  ❜ ❛  but why?  ❜ ❛  calm down.  ❜ ❛  come here.  ❜ ❛  do you?  ❜ ❛  don't ask.  ❜ ❛  don't cry.  ❜ ❛  don't go.  ❜ ❛  don't move.  ❜ ❛  for what?  ❜ ❛  good idea.  ❜ ❛  guess what?  ❜ ❛  hurry up.  ❜ ❛  i forgot.  ❜ ❛  it's nothing.  ❜ ❛  join me.  ❜ ❛  keep quiet.  ❜ ❛  leave it.  ❜ ❛  let's go.  ❜ ❛  not bad.  ❜ ❛  not now.  ❜ ❛  now what?  ❜ ❛  shut up.  ❜ ❛  take care.  ❜ ❛  take this.  ❜ ❛  that's impossible.  ❜ ❛  then when?  ❜ ❛  think quickly.  ❜ ❛  time's up.  ❜ ❛  try me.  ❜ ❛  wake up.  ❜ ❛  watch out!  ❜ ❛  well done.  ❜ ❛  what happened?  ❜ ❛  what now?  ❜ ❛  who knows?  ❜ ❛  why me?  ❜ ❛  your turn.  ❜ ❛  you're wrong.  ❜

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The state preceptor sat unmoving next to Jun Wu. “Your Highness, all of you should go now.”

He clearly didn’t intend to get up.

“Master, are you not coming?” Xie Lian asked.

The state preceptor shook his head. “I’ll keep His Highness company. After all, I didn’t stay by his side back then.”

The rain was coming down harder now. It scoured Jun Wu’s resting face, washing away the blood that flowed from his wounds. As it poured across his skin, Xie Lian thought that the three lesions on his face had faded somewhat. Maybe it was his imagination. --- TGCF, chapter 130

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hi tumblr, here's some fanart of bai wuxiang with period cramps

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okay my insects, here are some updates for the blog going forward so I can keep my activity going without a need to take an extended hiatus:

this will be a low-activity blog. It was be continuous, consistent, and interactive but without 4am replies ha! (my sleep schedule clocked me)

Everything remains the same with Rules, Verses, etc. I want to reiterate that I am no longer tagging spoilers or NSFW content. This is DEAD DOVE territory and I have no limits. THAT BEING SAID, if you have triggers you would like for me to tag, INFORM ME IMMEDIATELY and I will create a custom tag for my blog just for you to block so we can continue being civil and safe.

I will be seeking interactions with your through Memes/Prompts/Inbox calls. However, please note, I do not need specific prompts in your page. Just please have a general understanding that I will invade your inbox unprompted when Bai Wuxiang pleases :)

Please add me on Discord (request in IMs) if you want to interact outside or even poke me for replies.

This being said as to #4, please do not be afraid to poke me on Discord or Tumblr IM. I say this because this is not my main blog. My main will take priority mostly because of preference & the number of drafts I have there. So, just in case I forget to send you something, send me a message.

Please always ALWAYS feel free to tag me in anything; aesthetics, dash commentary, replies, etc. Again, because of #4, I am not around to constantly look at my dash but I want to make sure you are harassed proper :*

Love you guys, it is so exciting to be back here on this god forsaken blog to wage war against your muses.

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//Happy Halloween month to you, maggots. Guess who is fucking back to infuse terror and spill blood? I will not let any of you rest easy.

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// hi, how are my favorite prey doing? :^)

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// I want to yap more about my innocent war criminal: Jun Woowie.

I think it is not said enough in the community, or rather, it is somewhat shamed in TGCF rpc, to ship Xie Lian and Jun Wu. I saw a lot of interpretations/headcanons/narratives of Jun Wu and Xie Lian sharing a familiar, often father/son (heir) relationship. I disagree. Jun Wu's obsession with Xie Lian begins with an envious realization that Xie Lian is everything that Jun Wu should have been during his reign in Wuyong. And even two thousand years later, despite his annihilation of the previous heavenly court, now at the top of the food chain as Heavenly Emperor himself, Jun Wu cannot fathom someone like Xie Lian being worshipped in such a way. He gives him trials, tribulations, he forces Xie Lian to kill his people and doom his kingdom, and even in that hatred, Xie Lian emerged to be beloved by many. Jun Wu does not care about Hua Cheng's devotion to Xianle because he sees how obsessed HC is as well, in his own way. He respects that obsession, although he thinks Xie Lian does not deserve Hua Cheng's "love" since it forgives Xianle and does not push his limits to become a villain and rule the world with a blackened blade. But this is important because Jun Wu does not want Xie Lian to be this "heir" to some throne. He also does not want to be a mentor to Xie Lian. He literally wants to become Xie Lian, to relive the greatness of Wuyong through the misery of Xianle. Jun Wu becomes so sick with this desire that his envious pursuit and possessiveness trickles into a dangerous, intimate territory. He wants to crawl into Xie Lian's skin, wants to fuse them together as one. I think some people thought that, depending on the translations of the TGCF novels, Jun Wu wanted Xie Lian to give in to the WNF temptation and take over heaven, rule together as "king and prince". I did not read it in that way. Jun Wu wants another half that is just like HIM, a carbon copy he can touch, bite, bleed, and call by a name that no longer means Xianle. We all saw how he touches Xie Lian, how he gives him favor, how he tortures him so intimately that there is not a single shadow of doubt in me about their relationship. Yes, Jun Wu wants to kill Xianle, he also wants to touch him, to sleep with him (both sexually and territorially). Because for Jun Wu, it is all a matter of control. It is a matter of corrupting Xianle in every possible way, the way Wuyong was corrupted by hatred. Jun Wu's resentment is his love language, and yes, I think his abusive love for Xie Lian pushes him to create all these challenges and problems for himself. Although it is funny to me, but I do not see him being jealous of Hua Cheng. He is just mad the guy is in the way, but he does not mind "sharing". Anyway, that's my piece on it. I think people who come on here and spit out abuse and shame at people who ship JunLian (calling them incestuous) are illiterate cowards. I also think that really goes for any ship that is out here that gets hate for no legitimate reason. Like what you like (you want father/son dynamic, more power to you but don't act like I am wrong and you are God). Then again, I think it's funny when people mald over villain writers. Like yeah, you are sitting on a "woke" app self-reporting yourself as media illiterate OOF! HAHAHA. I love Jun Wu. I will die for him. He's an irredeemable piece of shit, and I absolutely love him for it.