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Imma take a moment to point out the fact that amidst all the hands reaching out to stab Xie Lian, you can see one reaching out offering the bamboo hat, and one holding a flower (Wuming baby š„ŗ). I am not okay guys š
Have a silly little doodle in relation to my previous post :D
What being Wu Ming-less does to a mf
What being Wu Ming-less does to a mf
This oneĀ“s soooo late but I didnĀ“t want to post the notice without this little drawing I made,hehe
Anyway, I decided to make some bonus chapters for my fic "Feast on this Imitation of Happiness"! :D
Feast on this Imitation of Happiness - Chapter 4 - IdeasLoading - 天å®čµē¦ | Heaven Official's Blessing (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]
Dianxia must ensure that his best soldier stays flexible
In honour of the second chapter of my wulian fic "Feast on this Imitation of HappinessĀ " coming out today :D
(HereĀ“s the link if youĀ“re interested:
Feast on this Imitation of Happiness - Chapter 1 - IdeasLoading - 天å®čµē¦ | Heaven Official's Blessing (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own])
Fun Fact: I was actually gonna make this fic a comic and this was gonna be a part of the first chapter
Wu Ming put a lot of effort into his love letter.
...Sadly His Highness has some trouble reading it.
Everyone needs a rest sometimes
Bon Appetite
CW: suggestive TW: Blood (mentioned, not graphic) (specifically: period blood)
āGhost, why do you smell so strongly of blood?ā 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 LianĀ“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.
āWell,ā¦Your Highness, you seeā¦ā 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. āAnswer. Now. My patience is running out.ā
Wu Ming looks down at the dirt, expression hidden behind his own smiling mask. Nevertheless, he abides: āYour Highness,ā¦This one must admit thatā¦heĀ“s on his period.ā
ā¦
The brunet stares at him. āYouĀ“re a man.ā He says, and yet itĀ“s a question.
The ghost nods. āI am, but I do not have the bits of one.ā
So Wu Ming has aā¦
āā¦Does it hurt?ā He asks, somewhat quietly. ItĀ“s not like the former prince would know ā 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.
āThis one can endure.ā 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 butā¦
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 āhelp her feel betterā. 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.
ā¦
Unlike his parents, he is not married to Wu Ming, so he has no duty to oblige. ā In fact, the soldier had told him that it was fine.
ā¦
ā¦But Xie Lian really wants to.
The thought of helping his last follower through this byā¦Well, he canĀ“t exactly penetrate him due to his cultivation path but it does not forbid him fromā¦āassistingā.
ā¦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 thereĀ“s probably a blush adorning his cheeks. āSit down on the fallen tree stump over there.ā
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 wrathĀ“s legs, pulling his thighs apart with one hand.
āY-Your Highness?!ā
āQuiet.ā Xie Lian commands harshly. He could not bear being questioned right now when he himself isnĀ“t to sure what heĀ“s doing. ā HeĀ“s only going off of what he knows from the stories of the soldiers back at the camps after all. ā How shamefulā¦
He tugs at the rim of the otherĀ“s pants, beginning to pull them down and says: āIĀ“m going to eat you out.ā
Bon Appetite, Your Highness.
"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
boy trouble (a wulian micro-fic)
CW: The last sentence is suggestive!
Xie Lian isnĀ“t sure when it started but at some point it has become the norm for Wu Ming to lick any small wound the former prince sustains.
"Spit" The ghost had said. "while not outright a cure or medicine does promote the healing of open wounds." He had explained that he had been told as much in the army when bandages had been short in supply and the young soldier wasnĀ“t nearly important enough in rank to hope to get any more than the ones he already had around his head at the time.
A cut there, a tiny injury here. - Without fail the soldier would dutifully lick it, never once doing more than he had promised heĀ“d do.
And for some reason...that bothers Xie Lian. He means: Come on! - One man licking another so regularly would always naturally lead to "more", right?! So why hadnĀ“t Wu Ming done as much so far...?
Is the brunet not appealing enough? - So undesirable to the point that Wu Ming could taste his skin and not feel even an ounce of want?
He knows heĀ“s not exactly...as kind and gentle, let alone sane for that matter, as he used to be but at the very least he is confident in his physical beauty!
So he decides to "test" Wu Ming: Xie Lian purposefully bites his tongue to the point that it slightly bleeds. He acts like it was an accident, like this is a bother worth complaining about.
When the ghost hears his HighnessĀ“s woes he instinctively gets ready to lick but after taking a step closer to the former god he suddenly freezes in place.
"T-this one can...ehm...go look for a village to steal salve from-" He stammers, trying to sound calm and collected.
"Come here right this instance, insolent ghost. - You have a job to do." The smaller man commands with an icy glare, his stature not making him any less imposing.
The other abides: He walks over to Xie Lian, hesitating as he slowly cups his godĀ“s cheeks.
Getting impatient from the wrathĀ“s hesitance, the brunet leans forward himself - kissing Wu Ming with tongue.
The former prince must admit to himself that he is neither knowledgeable nor skilled at the prospect of kissing and neither seems Wu Ming. Yet...Xie Lian finds the other endearing and his own flawed performance no obstacle at enjoying the moment.
When they part, the ghost momentarily chases after his lips, catching himself just barely. - Ah, so he does have desire!
Xie Lian lets out a wicked laugh. "Well, well, well, with how eager Wu Ming is he might just find the next cut on my length."
The adventures of doodle wulian continue:
My newest wulian brainrot
Wu Ming managed to procure some bandages. - TheyĀ“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! - ItĀ“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 ghostĀ“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 doesnĀ“t need to match his belovedĀ“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 soldierĀ“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 canĀ“t perish by seizing to breath, no matter how hard you yourself or someone else tries...So you canĀ“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."
Felt silly, made a little something in relation to my tgcf fic "To be is to be yours" (HereĀ“s the link if youĀ“re interested)
This shows how XL would have reacted had Wu Ming shown him his face before...the incident
For the past two months I have been explaining the plot of TGCF (or as he calls it: "the gay man loreā¢") to a friend of mine. I have heavily condensed the plot and we are still not done. Though I would like to tell you all the alternate names he has come up with
Xie Lian = Jay Leno
Hua Cheng = Little red ridding hood
San Lang = Little red vibing hood
Hong Hong-er = kys kid
Wuā āMing = gaster the royal scientists
Feng Xin = thing one
Mu Qing = thing two
Nan Feng = thing three
Fu Yao = Thing four
Qiā āYingā = autism god
Yin Yu = low tier god
Langā āQianqiuā = headband guy
Pei Ming = womanizer
Yushi Huang = Susie Deltarune
Langā āYing = Springtrap
Ban Yu = specific girl
Pei Lang = specific boy
Shi Qingxuan = Scott the woz
Shiā āWuduā = don't lose your head wudu
Black water = Black water
Qiā āRong = pac man
Guā āZi = mochi
Jun Wu = Jesus
Ling Wen = female Shakespeare
Meiā āNianā āQing= gambling man
#bottomcalamitylianweek2024 Day 4: Caring for CalamityLian
