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Hua Cheng bookmark journey Update
The route to my degenerate bookmark adventure
I think I finally figured it out
Look at the variations!
From my frenzy and horrible hands: My first Hua Cheng bookmark debut here
Here's when I thought I made progress: Second update here
I think it's good enough to finally print. Should I do something with his mouth?
and just . . . which background? I like the 4th.
OH WHAT AND HOW AM I GOING TO FACE OFF MY LOCAL PRINTER MAN SIET
#heaven official's blessing#hua cheng#hualian#mxtx tgcf#san lang#tian guan ci fu#tgcf#xie lian#fix my art#My degenerate Hua Cheng bookmark
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GUYS MY 'Hua Cheng gets sick from Xie Lian's cooking' idea has been made into a fic by this lovely Tumbler!!
Thanks @el-writes-things !!
It was such a sweet fic!
Can't believe I went from 'has anyone made a fic like this?' to 'a fic being made right after my silly idea'.
the state of you
the biggest struggles of writing this were choosing a name for the fic and for xie lian's demonic dish from the pits of hell LMAO
super scuffed hualian sick fic based on this post by @draweltz :) i legit speedran writing this in like three days and didn't edit so please forgive me if it's like. exactly as terrible as i expect it to be HAHA
i'm also notoriously terrible at writing proper endings so i apologize for that as well
u can read the fic here (under the cut) or on ao3
likes n rbs are super appreciated :)
Given the noises and scents emitting from the kitchen of their apartment, Xie Lian’s cooking wasn’t going… conventionally well.
Hua Cheng didn’t mind in the slightest, though, humming to himself softly as he twirled his chopsticks expertly around his long fingers. He’d offered his help already, as usual, and Xie Lian had declined, wanting to surprise him with some kind of odd, inventive meal, as usual.
He enjoyed being able to help Xie Lian in every way, but he didn’t argue too much about the cooking matter. Xie Lian was the first and only person who deigned to cook for him, and he seemed to take pleasure in preparing meals, so who was Hua Cheng to argue?
Tapping his chopsticks against the wood of their low-set dinner table gently, Hua Cheng tried to contemplate what Xie Lian had made today. It was an impossible endeavor based on smell alone, but he tried regardless, calling out guesses to amuse his husband.
“Is it… stew?”
“Nope,” Xie Lian called back over the sound of sizzles.
Hua Cheng considered the noises. “Is it… meat?”
“Wrong!”
“Really? Then, is it-”
A light laugh from the kitchen instantly warmed Hua Cheng’s heart. “Stop guessing, San Lang! Let me surprise you for once.”
“Oh, I’m always surprised by your cooking,” Hua Cheng replied sincerely, earning him another laugh.
“I’m almost done, okay? Just wait another minute or two,” Xie Lian told him.
Instantly, Hua Cheng rose from his seat on the floor. “Does gege want help carrying plates to the table?”
“I’m alright!” Xie Lian chirped. A series of sharp clatters met Hua Cheng’s ears and he winced, concerned. “Okay, close your eyes.”
Hua Cheng obeyed, covering his good eye with one hand. Soft footsteps announced the arrival of the martial god, followed by the sound of two plates being set down gracefully on the table in front of him.
“You can open your eyes now,” Xie Lian told him, and he moved his hand away.
The dish was, simply put, a monstrosity. Purple and pink bubbles popped at the surface of a thick, strange substance speckled with starbursts of orange and yellow. Equally horrible was the smell, pungent and awful. Hua Cheng looked up at his husband, seated to his left, with a grin.
“What is it called?”
“I call it ‘Dreams of Summer Nights Passed’,” Xie Lian replied.
Hua Cheng nodded affirmatively, picking up a spoon and stirring it through the plate. Beneath the pink and purple substance was a densely packed white… rock?
“And what’s in it?” Hua Cheng chipped away at the rock for a bite. He brought it up to his lips with a playful smile.
“It’s rice and strawberry curry. I put carrots and corn in it, too. Look, Ruoye helped me cut the carrots into neat pieces!”
Hua Cheng placed the bite in his mouth, chewing slowly. He scraped away at the rice-rock for another bite, mixing it with the curry again.
“It’s good,” he said when he’d finished chewing. “I like it. It’s one of your best.”
Xie Lian beamed at him and pulled his own plate closer to himself. “I’m glad you like my cooking, San Lang,” he told the Ghost King happily, spearing a carrot with the sharp end of his chopsticks.
“Of course I do. What’s not to like about it?”
The god gave him a half-amused, half-exasperated look. “Do you not remember what happened to poor Quan Yizhen?” He popped the carrot into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
“Well, it wasn’t your fault that he wasn’t strong enough to handle your food. I, for one, will never ever be sick of, or from, your cooking.”
“Does San Lang promise?” Xie Lian teased.
“Of course, gege,” was his easy response, and he prepared another bite. “I promise.”
Xie Lian grinned at him and Hua Cheng grinned back, savoring the taste of the strange curry and Xie Lian’s happiness.
❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。
Hua Cheng woke up feeling terribly, horribly, awfully, dreadfully ill.
He shuddered violently, and Xie Lian shifted in his arms. He froze immediately, then slowly disentangled himself from his sleeping husband, clenching his jaw against the waves of nausea rising up within him.
When Hua Cheng had stumbled out of the room and down the hall, he slumped against the wall and hugged his stomach, willing himself to stay strong.
You’re a Supreme Ghost King. You’re over eight hundred years old. You’ve lived through things that were thousands of times worse than this. This is ridiculous.
He sucked a breath in through aching lungs- then stopped.
The next thing he knew, he was heaving over the toilet.
Hua Cheng shivered miserably, silvery pinpricks of sweat rolling down his spine. The bathroom floor was cold, colder than he remembered, and he clenched the sides of the porcelain bowl with a vengeance.
Another wave of nausea came crashing over him, and he gave in to it, only caring now that his husband didn’t hear him.
A quiet minute passed, then two. Hua Cheng rose on shaking legs to walk to the sink. He caught sight of his own reflection and shuddered. His gaze averted quickly and he splashed water on his face, trying to rinse the foul taste out of his mouth.
What on earth was wrong with him?
He’d never before had this kind of reaction to the food that Xie Lian had cooked for him before. He’d prided himself in the way he never flinched, and had grown to thoroughly enjoy the food that was prepared for him with such love.
Hua Cheng despised this feeling of weakness.
As if on cue, he could feel his stomach churn in rebellion.
It was all he could do to lean over the toilet again, shove his long black hair out of the way, and not make a mess.
❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。
When his vision cleared and his consciousness drifted back into his aching body, Hua Cheng sat up. He rolled his neck, trying to work the stiffness out of it.
Judging by the slant of moonlight shifting through the window, only an hour or two had passed since he’d passed out, slumped against the wall.
Hua Cheng swiped a hand across his mouth, staring with disgust at the bile that came away on his fingers. He stood slowly, trying his best not to stumble, and washed off in the sink again.
Silently, he surveyed the bathroom. Despite his best efforts, he’d made a mess, one he’d rather die than leave for his husband to clean up.
Body still wracked with chills and tremors, Hua Cheng fished paper towels and a cleaning spray out from under the sink. He dropped heavily to his knees, ignoring the pain shooting through his stomach, and began to clean.
Tears began to prickle the corner of his eye and he closed his eyes. Self-hatred and confusion gripped him, and he clenched his fists.
Why would he be having this reaction? Was he really losing his powers? He hated this immensely, hated that he wasn’t strong enough for Xie Lian.
Hua Cheng disposed of the paper towels with shaking hands. He sat down again beside the toilet, hugging his knees, unable to stop the flow of tears down his face.
Slow, unsteady breaths filled his lungs, and he clamped his mouth over his sobs. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed with the warmth of his husband tucked in the curve of his body.
But he still reeked and he would never, ever, ever want Xie Lian to see him like-
“San Lang?”
Hua Cheng froze, trying not to breathe too loudly, raising his other hand to try to stifle himself.
It’s not enough, though, and he let out a loud hic that echoes in the bathroom. Hua Cheng glared down at his hands, annoyed at the way his body seemed to be betraying him at every turn.
“San Lang?” Xie Lian’s voice was closer now, and Hua Cheng tried to sit up straighter. He hated that he’d made him get out of bed.
“Are you in the bathroom? Seriously, what are you doing in there?” Xie Lian’s voice is teasing and gentle until he flicks the light on. His mouth makes the shape of a soft o, unbound hair flowing freely around his shoulders. Lit by the silver light of the moon and the golden light of the bathroom, he looks beautiful, an untouchable god.
Hua Cheng was, by stark contrast, a complete mess. His hair was tangled and undone, falling in messy snarls around his shoulders. The front of his shirt was wrinkled and half-wet from his attempts to clean it off. His stomach still hurt and he could only imagine how pale his skin was.
It was mortifying to be seen like this. He tried not to sniffle, reaching up to wipe the tears off his face.
Xie Lian was quicker, dropping down with his usual grace to cup Hua Cheng’s face with his hands, running his thumbs over his cheeks tenderly. Hua Cheng’s best efforts couldn’t stop the low sob that escaped his lips. He lowered his eyes, embarrassed.
“What’s wrong, San Lang?” Xie Lian moved closer, forcing Hua Cheng to meet the concern in his ethereal golden eyes. He refuses to speak, closing his lips together tightly.
But his husband was perceptive, and the pain in his eye and the way one arm was still half-curled around his stomach protectively must’ve given it away.
“Oh, no.”
Hua Cheng began to cry again, for real this time, and Xie Lian pulled him close. His fingers combed through Hua Cheng’s hair.
“It’s alright. I’m here now. Oh, San Lang, why didn’t you wake me up? You don’t have to suffer alone.”
Hua Cheng’s instincts took over and, in a moment of physical and mental weakness, he finally reached up and pulled Xie Lian’s body close to his own. He tried not to care about how bad he probably smelled.
Xie Lian lost his balance with a soft oof, falling forward onto Hua Cheng’s body. He buried his face in Xie Lian’s soft hair, inhaling deeply. The familiar scent of lavender shampoo filled his senses.
“Will you tell me what happened?” Xie Lian asked Hua Cheng quietly, drawing back slightly to look at him. His voice was steady, and he didn’t pry when Hua Cheng shook his head and pointed to his mouth.
“Okay. I’ll help you up, is that okay?”
Hua Cheng hated feeling powerless, hated the dizziness that overcame him and pushed him to lean heavily on his husband’s side as they shuffled towards the sink together. “Ge.. ge…”
But Xie Lian was strong, and Hua Cheng knew that. “It’s alright, San Lang. Come, here’s your toothbrush. You got it? I can help you…”
Five thoroughly humiliating minutes passed by before they were on their bed, having successfully made it out of the stinking bathroom and into their shared room.
Xie Lian helped Hua Cheng recline his head against their propped-up pillows before he ducked out of the room. He returned with tall glass full nearly to the brim with water. His dependable hands didn’t spill a single drop when they brought the cup to Hua Cheng’s lips, allowing him to drink slowly.
When he was done, Xie Lian placed the cup on the bedside table before climbing into bed with Hua Cheng. He sat beside him, legs pressed against Hua Cheng’s side when he turned to face him. “Are you alright?”
Hua Cheng managed a nod, still too embarrassed to say much more. He found that he was even more reluctant to tell Xie Lian what happened now that he was out of the bathroom and with his husband.
“San Lang.” Xie Lian’s voice was reprimanding, yet kind. “Tell me what happened. Please?”
The two locked eyes, golden eyes determined and shining, black eye a swirl of conflicting emotions.
Hua Cheng could never deny his husband of anything he’d asked, however, and he told him the whole story in strung together pieces, trying desperately not to meet his eyes.
Xie Lian’s hand drifted over to cover Hua Cheng’s and he listened attentively, nodding when it was appropriate. When Hua Cheng finished, Xie Lian sat silently, as if contemplating something.
“San Lang, why wouldn’t you wake me up or tell me?”
“It’s… gege, I never get sick from your food and I don’t ever want you to stop cooking for me just because… because of something like this…” he trailed off, then closed his eyes. “And I don’t even know what caused it. I’m always fine and I love that you cook for m-”
“San Lang,” Xie Lian said, his hand squeezing Hua Cheng’s reassuringly. “Have you ever considered that you might just be… allergic to what I made?”
Allergies. Hua Cheng’s mouth opened, then closed. It made sense, and he hadn’t even considered it. “Oh.”
Xie Lian smiled and moved closer, wrapping his arms gingerly around Hua Cheng’s torso and snuggling close. “My poor San Lang. Will you come wake me up if this ever happens?”
Hua Cheng laid his cheek against the top of Xie Lian’s head, nodding.
“Thank you. Do you want to sleep now? You must be tired.”
“Actually, gege… I’m a bit hungry. Any leftovers?”
Xie Lian looked up to gape at Hua Cheng. He chuckled quietly, turning to pull Xie Lian into his arms.
“Only joking, gege. Unless…”
His husband bumped the back of his head against the curve of Hua Cheng’s neck teasingly, and Hua Cheng laughed again, already feeling better.
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Hua Cheng bookmark update!
Thank you all so much for the encouragement and tips from my previous post about this!
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But...there's still something off. Hm.
Hmm, anything from a fresh eye view?
I do hope to get it done next week. I still refuse to read the tgcf novels until I print this out.
#heaven official's blessing#hua cheng#hualian#mxtx tgcf#san lang#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#xie lian#help#fix my art#art help
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I can't stop cackling.
Hua Cheng at the sub cool guys table for the win!!
He looked so adorable when his master God came for his seat. Baby hua hua.
MXTX protags my beloved. Prettyboy table for the win
Bonus page:
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I need help.
My Hua Cheng is....ugly?
I really want to print him into a bookmark
I just got the first 3 volumes of TGCF and I
REFUSE
To read the books until I make my dedicated Hua Hua bookmark for the books.
And there's still something off with him.
It's the head right?
The perspective?
That eyeball?
I'M STUCK
and I'm already imagining myself going to my local printing shop to print this ugly mf. (jk hua hua so cute and pretty) jkjk
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Urgh, he's gonna go 'woah what's with this girl's thingy she wants to print? Did she make that? Sheeeeeeesh 🤡😂'
Help me he's going to think I'm a degenerate for drawing and printing something so amateurish. I'm going to plummet
#fix my art#drawing help#heaven official's blessing#hua cheng#hualian#mxtx tgcf#san lang#tian guan ci fu#tgcf#xie lian#art
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Would you still love me if I was a worm?
Aren't worms ugly?
San Lang you stupid baby
I'm so happy my art piece turned out good :)
#heaven official's blessing#hua cheng#hualian#mxtx tgcf#san lang#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#xie lian#tgcf fanfic#would you still love me if i was a worm
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Hua Cheng gets sick from Xie Lian's cooking.
Imagine if there were a fic about Hua Cheng eating Xie Lian's cooking for dinner one night.
Of course the food looks bad, tastes bad, sounds bad.
But Hua Cheng is more than delighted to eat it. He goes nom nom nom all the way.
But then at night, he feels nauseous and runs to the bathroom. His eyes go wide and he hurls in the toilet bowl.
Hua Cheng got sick from Xie Lian's cooking.
And he absolutely hates, detests, shuns, despise and repulses with getting sick. Especially throwing up :(
He passes out and wakes up and stays curled on the toilet floor. He tries to take care of himself and cleans up on his own.
He goes to sleep on the couch. Curled up like a poor kitten.
He can never let his Dianxia XIE LIAN know what HIS cooking has done to his San Lang
But oh, Xie Lian does find out.
Now, how shall Xie Lian find out?
Hua Cheng hurls for a second time after Xie Lian asks why he was sleeping on the couch?
Xie Lian walks in to find Hua Cheng curled on the bathroom floor half teary crying because he's disgusted and sickly and super scared of what's happening to his body :(
Your ideas :)
But oh, is there a fic like that? :)
#hua cheng gets sick from xie lian's food#heaven official's blessing#hua cheng#hualian#mxtx tgcf#san lang#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#xie lian#tgcf fanfic
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San Lang cutieful. Gege squeeze San Lang please. Please I beg.
Please please please please please please.
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San Lang:
"Gege, what if I'm ugly like a worm?" :(
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My art contribution to shy/insecure San Lang (Our baby ghost king)
Feel free to draw up Xie Lian's response if you want :)
I'll do one myself later!
#heaven official's blessing#hua cheng#hualian#mxtx tgcf#san lang#tgcf#tgcf fanfic#tian guan ci fu#xie lian
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Hua Cheng gets harassed by Xie Lian (he's either crumbling or melting) - part 3
It's Hualian's first time in bed together and they're both getting a little too chatty.
A fic snippet idea of mine (Part 3)
Read part 1
Hua Cheng get harassed by Xie Lian (in a fun way) - part 1
Read part 2:
Hua Cheng 'tries' to get back at harassing the harasser Xie Lian - part 2
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Xie Lian’s face fills Hua Cheng’s entire view as he gets smothered with kisses. Hua Cheng constantly feels his face being pushed back from each kiss Xie Lian plants on his cheeks, forehead, nose and even his neck.
Before he could even bring his head back forward, another kiss pushed him in. He wanted to fall, his mind submerging. He exerted so much to hold himself steady.
Xie Lian refrained him from even letting out a breath as he brought his lips in to suck at Hua Cheng’s cheek.
He was knocked senseless, almost falling backwards, utterly stupefied. Xie Lian catches him, wrapping his arms around Hua Cheng’s waist. “San Lang,” he said pensively.
“Sorry, but I think - with the way I feel of you. It feels like every kiss I have with you is my first. And I can’t contain myself.”
“San Lang, you need to see how you look.”
Xie Lian began to laugh as he held his face. Hua Cheng’s face was flushed red. He hadn't been aware or bothered by his appearance until it was pointed out. He gasped and immediately buried his face at the crook of Xie Lian’s neck.
“Oh . . . not again.”
“It’s even worse this time. It’s so much more – San Lang, you truly got style. Red really is your colour.”
“ . . . “
His arms wrapped around Hua Cheng’s waist tighter and heard a stiffened but subtle gasp from him. That was an earful for Xie Lian.
“Tell me, San Lang. Are you getting overwhelmed?”
“What for? Your highness, that question is something I would never dare hear from you. I could never. Besides – you of all people.”
When he looked up, a smile played on Xie Lian’s face.
“Exactly. Me of all people. Isn’t it the ones so dear that can rile up a supreme ghost king? Hm, San Lang?”
“ . . . ”
Part 3
#Hua Cheng is baby#Help! My San Lang isn't working anymore!! >:((#My Hua Cheng broke#Xie lian the harasser#hua cheng goes under#tgcf#tgcf fanart#mxtx tgcf#xie lian#hualian#hua cheng#san lang#heaven official's blessing#heavens official blessing#tian guan ci fu
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Hua Cheng 'tries' to get back at harassing the harasser Xie Lian - part 2
It's Hualian's first time in bed together and they are getting a little too chatty.
Here's Part 2 of:
Hua Cheng gets harassed by Xie Lian (in a fun way) - part 1
This is a little fic snippet of mine that I plan to write into a full story.
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“San Lang, come on.” Xie Lian began to rest his chest against Hua Cheng’s. If it weren’t for their clothes, Xie Lian would probably feel the jutting rib cage across Hua Cheng. Instead, it was his delicate white robe against his embroidered velvet red.
Xie Lian cupped his hand on Hua Cheng’s cheek. His thumb rubbing gentle circles around the blush. It seemed to grow more evident. “You have to look.”
“Fine.”
Xie Lian tried to move to grab a mirror on the nightstand but there was a sudden tug and he flipped; his back pushed into the bed. The bed sheet jumped, seeing red fly around as if in a soft floating aura until things speed up with Hua Cheng over him.
“Hahaha – Gege, got you!” Hua Cheng boasted, not being able to take things seriously. He was having too much fun.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian scolded, suddenly holding onto Hua Cheng’s wrists from restraining him. “This isn’t fair.”
“Gege, you're meant to be the last to say that.”
Xie Lian only stared at him, confining his smile. The laughter was at his throat.
“Come on now,” Xie Lian’s voice had a tractable tone that made Hua Cheng’s inside twinge. “Back under you go.”
Part 2
#tgcf fanfic#tgcf#mxtx tgcf#tian guan ci fu#hualian#xie lian#hua cheng#san lang#heavens official blessing#heaven official's blessing#Xie lian the harasser#Hua cheng tries and fails. He's too busy melting
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Hua Cheng gets harassed by Xie Lian (in a fun way) - part 1
Exactly the title.
It's Hualian's first time in bed together and they're both getting a little too chatty.
A fic snippet idea of mine (Part 1)
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“San Lang, aren’t you a virgin? You weren't doing cultivation like me but yet, here you are," Xie Lian sighed. "And you want to act like you’re so experienced with me.”
Hua Cheng couldn’t help but laugh as a reply. “Why are you speaking to me in such a way?”
“I’m experimenting.”
“I’m not sure this can be considered as such.”
“Is there anything else you’d like to say back, San Lang?”
“I’m not used to this actually, Gege. I’m not one to be under. And powerless. It’s different. I’m not a receiver. I feel very . . . ”
“Weren’t you the one that said to me, ‘top or bottom, what’s the difference?’ We were in the coffin then. You wanted to be underneath.”
Something fell into his stomach. Yea, he did say that.
“You’re a virgin, San Lang. What do you know or like if you haven’t tried?”
“I can say the same for you.”
“Who’s the adult here.” It sounded like a command than a question.
“Both of us?”
“Who’s older.”
“ . . . Gege, this isn’t something to take as a win,” San Lang couldn’t help but sigh with amusement. He gave out a soft laugh.
“It’s a point,” Xie Lian pulled at Hua Cheng’s cheek.
“It’s not a fair one.”
Xie Lian bent down lower, accidentally pressing Hua Cheng’s belly in with his elbow. Hua Cheng tried not to show himself wincing as he heard the whisper tickle his ear. “Not everything’s fair.”
Oh, that sent blood up his face. And it was odd as he doesn’t have it. But Hua Cheng blushed.
Xie Lian broke out of it and looked surprised to the sight he saw. “Oh, that did it? That worked for you?”
That was all it took?
His shade was only very slight, but comparing it to the tone of Hua Cheng’s skin, Xie Lian could clearly see the red tint.
Hua Cheng was a little hesitant to even know. “How do I look like to you?”
“Wouldn’t you want to see?”
“I’d rather hear it from you.”
“What I think,” Xie Lian bent down lower again, this time placing his elbows on either side of Hua Cheng’s sides; resting on the soft bed sheet. “Is that I wish I could see it that way every day.”
“It’s too vague. I can’t command it to happen as you wish. Sorry to disappoint.”
Part 1
#tgcf#mxtx tgcf#tian guan ci fu#xie lian#hualian#tgcf fanfic#heaven official's blessing#hua cheng#san lang#hua cheng goes under#Xie lian the harasser
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First Tumblr Appearance
Testing things out.
I got Tumblr on a whim just to see Link Click updates. But now I'm indulged into Heaven's Official Blessing.
I'll be posting my little plot bunny ideas of Hualian and fan art :)
Cheers!
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