This One´s Soooo Late But I Didn´t Want To Post The Notice Without This Little Drawing I Made,hehe

Wu Ming´s ideal profession

(This man has killed people btw)

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 ;)

Every single one of my wulian fics ever:

Plague Doctor! soldier Hua Cheng who during his days as a nurse comes across a dying patient he found in the middle of the night, looking at them with a completely neutral expression, only the dim blue-ish light of the unusual fire burning away in the lantern he´s carrying illumanating his figure...

"When It Gets Hard, You know It can get hard sometimes" (from: Ed Sheeran´s song "Photograph") is Xie Lian during the coffin scene in a nutshell

Everyone needs a rest sometimes

Have a silly little doodle in relation to my previous post :D

What being Wu Ming-less does to a mf

I´m now on tumblr, guys

Tumblr has hearby taken my social media virginity (since I don´t think ao3 counts lol)

All Fun and Games until Someone dies

CW: one suggestive joke, mentions of a weapon

Using his last magnifying glass for this round, he takes a real close look at his next shot. …Red may be his favourite colour, but in this instance it´s just about the most dreadful thing he could be confronted with.

Even so, the decision is easy to make: No matter what, the man knew he would ensure his beloved to make it out alive of this one. He had just hoped to get a blue instead, if only to never even hold something that could potentially hurt his gege. He readjusts the gun and stares down the dark barrel, ready to shoot his brains out.

A worried, desperate voice: “San Lang, wait! Don´t do that!” He gazes at the other but keeps the gun where it is.

Trying to convince him otherwise, the brunet continuous: “You´ve come so far; don´t let this hinder you! Just shoot me and this can finally end…!”

He looks at their displays: Both only have one single arrow left. Then again, even if gege had had all of his still, Hua Cheng´s decision would remain the same.

“Gege, please let me be selfish.” “BUT I WANT TO BE SELFISH TOO AND NOT LOSE SAN LANG!” The declaration leaves both of them breathless for different reasons. Heaving, Xie Lian murmurs: “Don´t take him from me…please…!”

He smiles despite himself. It´s a saddened but sincere smile. “I´m sorry, gege.”

He shoots.

“SAN LANG!!!”

A case full of cold, hard cash is lowered in front of a silent Xie Lian, who does not even pay attention to the cursed thing. – They are his empty winnings, his unwanted reward.

A few seconds of terrible quietness reign supreme when-

“Fuck, you screamed loud! Is your throat okay?” Feng Qing asks over Discord, his profile picture flashing with the sound of his voice.

He receives no answer from the brunet.

“Hey, man, you there?” He asks less aggravated this time. Xie Lian´s profile picture of his boyfriend holding his pet snake Ruoye remains dark with a lack of response.

Then suddenly, Hua Cheng´s mic picks something up: His bedroom door opening and someone coming in. It must be Xie Lian, since these two live together.

“Gege? You´re eyes are red…Oh no, was this game to much?” Discord´s background noise cancelling function erases the responding hum from perception but knowing their friend, both Mu Qing and Feng Xin can guess as much.

“Want a hug, gege?”

Rustling follows.

“Oh? I never mentioned my lap, but I certainly don´t mind ;)” The black-haired man teases and his two biggest haters (besides maybe the man´s precious roommate who always vaguely smelled of fish) want to gag.

Now closer to the mic, they can hear the brunet talk: “I don´t like this game…It makes you shoot your friends and loved ones.” “Hah?! What do you sound so remorseful over?! You had no problem shooting us earlier!” Mu Qing complains. “You shot San Lang first.” He states very seriously, as if this wasn´t the entire idea behind the game in the first place, and that´s when Mu Qing gives up. – Fools! Fools in love! They should fuck each other instead of fucking with him when he has better things to do (He does not. He has no friends outside of those present.)!

Mu Qing goes offline; with a shout of “Wait up, prick!” Feng Xin does too.

This decision spares them the embarrassment of having to listen to a couple being all lovey-dovey over Discord for the next thirty minutes because they forgot to mute themselves.

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Dianxia must ensure that his best soldier stays flexible