Everyone Needs A Rest Sometimes

That one scene from chapter 6 of my fic "To be is to be yours"

(To be is to be yours - Chapter 6 - IdeasLoading - 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù [Archive of Our Own]) - If you´re interested ;)

I pulled a hualian and needed a few centuries for this one, but the promotional art for this chapter is finally done! :D

This is from my fic "Feast upon this Imitation of Happiness", bonus chapter 2: archiveofourown.org/works/619001...

I´d love to see there if you´re interested!

Every single one of my wulian fics ever:

A small female! HC sticker design inspired by those flower hualian dolls :D

"Do you regret?"

I thought about calamity era XL agonizing over WM dispersing so I drew a little something :D

Will set this as my new profil banner too

My newest wulian brainrot

Wu Ming managed to procure some bandages. - They´re old, older than they probably should be, and only able to be considered clean after the ghost had spent multiple shichen scrubbing it clean over a river until his hands shed skin and turned blue from the icy water.

But! - It´s better to have any medical supplies than none at all; especially considering that His Highness has adapted a less self-preserving style of fighting after...everything that has happened.

The ghost expected some resistance when presenting the bandages to His Highness, after all his beloved has not allowed himself anything nice for a while now, but the reason for his visible displeasure comes...as a surprise to the undead soldier.

The banished god looks at his subordinate that is currently holding out the bandages with a look screaming of anger and...fear. - Shoulders tense and teeth fletching in what would be a growl on an animal.

Without warning, the brunet surges forward and wraps his hand arounds the ghost´s neck.

Wu Ming has been chocked by his god before - alas: not with this much fevour, not with this much strenght.

He considers pretending to wheeze for a breath he doesn´t need to match his beloved´s action but refrains, unsure.

His Highness glares at him all the while, breathing hard.

His breath only calms itself after a few minutes of unsuccessfully robing the air from the soldier´s non-functioning lungs.

The hand around his neck goes lax and slowly retreats.

Where they just were an angry red mark now sits upon his deathly pale skin.

The brunet lets out a humourless laugh. "Right, you can´t perish by seizing to breath, no matter how hard you yourself or someone else tries...So you can´t hang yourself using those bandages either."

His Highness is shaking.

The once-prince sharply turns and walks away, mumbling: "Alright then, we can take the bandages with us."

Bon Appetite

CW: suggestive TW: Blood (mentioned, not graphic) (specifically: period blood)

“Ghost, why do you smell so strongly of blood?” He asks as they wander an abandoned and overgrown path miles away from the nearest city.

It is not exactly uncommon for the soldier to smell of ichor, not with the path of destruction and death he has decided to follow by Xie Lian´s side.

Still, they have not had to fight anyone or anything recently, nor are any fluids stuck to their clothing after having the ghost wash them just yesterday in a river they passed by - so by all means Wu Ming should not reek of blood.

The soldier audibly sputters behind him, before covering up his embarrassing reaction with a fake cough.

“Well,…Your Highness, you see…” He starts hesitantly, clearly flustered.

Xie Lian stops in his tracks and so does the ghost by proxy. The brunet turns around and looks at his devotee. Even under the pressure of his gaze does the wrath not continue his explanation, instead nervously shifting from ne foot to the other.

The former god scowls behind his mask. “Answer. Now. My patience is running out.”

Wu Ming looks down at the dirt, expression hidden behind his own smiling mask. Nevertheless, he abides: “Your Highness,…This one must admit that…he´s on his period.”

…

The brunet stares at him. “You´re a man.” He says, and yet it´s a question.

The ghost nods. “I am, but I do not have the bits of one.”

So Wu Ming has a…

“…Does it hurt?” He asks, somewhat quietly. It´s not like the former prince would know – not having one himself nor ever having accepted any concubines he could have asked about such matters.

All he knows is that his mother would sometimes privately complain about pretty bad craps due to her menstrual cycle.

“This one can endure.” The soldier simply answers, confidant in his words.

The ghost is probably right: Having literally experienced a gruesome death, he must find this to be no real comparison but…

Xie Lian remembers his mother also saying she could fulfil her duties and go about her day despite the pain, only to end up clutching at her lower stomach, bend over the dinner table.

He remembers his father going up to her then and saying something about drawing her a warm bath.

His mother had thanked him, but had then quietly whispered that he should join her in the bath to “help her feel better”. Xie Lian is aware that he was not supposed to hear that and would have preferred staying ignorant as well.

Alas, at least this awkward memory had taught him one thing: Sexual acts can apparently sooth the pain of a period, at least temporarily.

…

Unlike his parents, he is not married to Wu Ming, so he has no duty to oblige. – In fact, the soldier had told him that it was fine.

…

…But Xie Lian really wants to.

The thought of helping his last follower through this by…Well, he can´t exactly penetrate him due to his cultivation path but it does not forbid him from…”assisting”.

…He feels hot; just like he did with the Land of the Tender.

He takes off his mask and looks sharply at the other, though he knows there´s probably a blush adorning his cheeks. “Sit down on the fallen tree stump over there.”

The ghost tilts up his head as an inquiry but when he receives no further details he simply follows the given instructions and sits down.

The brunet follows suit, but instead of sitting down beside him, he positions himself in between the wrath´s legs, pulling his thighs apart with one hand.

“Y-Your Highness?!”

“Quiet.” Xie Lian commands harshly. He could not bear being questioned right now when he himself isn´t to sure what he´s doing. – He´s only going off of what he knows from the stories of the soldiers back at the camps after all. – How shameful…

He tugs at the rim of the other´s pants, beginning to pull them down and says: “I´m going to eat you out.”

Bon Appetite, Your Highness.

The adventures of doodle wulian continue:

It´s Wu Ming-Wednesday, my dudes

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