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It’s so good!!!!!!!
You guys are sleeping on this fic! It’s Hulian in space with horror and mystery elements !
(Also reincarnation maybe? Idk, I love it)
I’m not normal about it and I need you to at least give it a try, it oh so worth it!!
Do I need to repeat myself? It’s 👏 Xie Lian 👏 and 👏 Hua Cheng 👏 in 👏 space
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I just can’t just stop listening to “Kill Bill” by SZA, but this song is perfect when I think of Jun Wu
I'm still a fan even though I was salty
Hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy
Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one driving
I'm so mature, I'm so mature
I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one should
I might kill my ex, not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here?
I might kill my ex, I still love him though
Rather be in jail than alone
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Raon: Human, I understand! It’s a joke! Human, you are funny!
*Raon in his phase of "Why questions"*: Human, why oysters are so disgusting?
Cale: because they are bad, they don't even donate to charity, do you want to know why?
Raon, listening seriously: why???
Cale: Because they're shellfish
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“San Lang is my husband” Cale just smiled kindly, deliberately ignoring the shocked expressions and scandalized screams of the group in front of him. He felt slightly amused at his reactions, however, he refrained from snorting or laughing, maintaining a composed posture. “I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner, Father”
The count found himself opening and closing his mouth, unable to fully process the new information. He had to use all of his self-control to keep his legs from giving way or his hands from desperately clinging to his son's shoulders, babblingly demanding confirmation that it was a joke. However, just looking at Cale's soft and loving expression was enough for his hopes to be brutally crushed. Cale, her beloved son was really married.
It wasn't the simple fact that he got married in secret, but that he had done it with a guy about whom he had no information!
“Cale” The Countess called hesitantly, quickly hiding any trace of surprise on her face. “How long have you been married?” She asks, feeling a little out of place, because she wasn't entirely sure if she was allowed to question her stepson's life after so long without interacting with each other.
“We have been married for 2 years” He hums, tilting his head slightly as a contemplative look crossed his face. Internally patted herself on the back at the naturalness with which her response came out, since she wasn't lying at all… Well, actually he had been married to Hua Cheng for 2 centuries, but they were small details that wouldn't hurt to hide. At least for the mental health of his father, who seemed on the verge of having a breakdown.
O; Due to his bad luck, Xie Lian becomes involved in a deal with the God of Death and his soul is transported to the body of his first life. Now reprising the role of Cale Henituse, he slowly becomes aware that defeating the White Star is a bit more challenging than he originally believed. Fortunately, her husband, Hua Cheng is by her side and is more than willing to provide support.
#heaven official's blessing#tian guan ci fu#xie lian#hua cheng#tgcf#hua cheng x xie lian#hualian#trash of the count's family#lout of the count’s family
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He is a simp! (In the best way) ♥️
quick ! TGCF fans give me a doodle suggestion in the comments and I’ll post it here!! hurry before I go beddy bye
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This audio keeps popping up on my fyp and i just keep thinking bout them jensjsn
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Have you ever thought about how Mu Qing is very very petty and clearly remembers things that happened 800 years ago and still is he who founds Hua Cheng petty for remembering things that happened 800 years ago too? Because I find them so similar.
My boy has a type
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I think the pleasure of necrophilia comes from having an unmovable body next to you, lifeless. If it becomes a ghost and can move, then it’s something else
If you fall in love with a ghost person (thing?) in the world of tgcf does that count as necrophilia or what-?
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WAAAAAAAAA Another person posted HuaLian fanart for Paper Flowers for the God of Gods!!!!!
It was drawn before I posted chapter 8, so it was their prediction of Hua Cheng saving Xie Lian. It's not accurate to the fic but deng it's a good imagine of another way it could have gone and it's BEAUTIFULLLL Go give them some love!!!!
You can see and like their picture over at Instagram or at DeviantArt (DA has better quality because IG smushed the picture sadge)
In case you haven't heard of the fic, it's a FlowerGod!Xie Lian AU with Rapunzel vibes and Hades and Persephone vibes. It's on its last chapter (which I'm working on right now). I plan to finish the fic before the holidays <3 <3 <3
THANK YOU SO MUCH everyone who has been making fanart and loving this fic it has been an amazing first contribution to the TGCF community <3 <3 <3
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Sometimes I live my every day life fairly normal until I remember the hundred thousand of times that xie lian said good morning while kissing his necklace, mourning. how mu qing always held onto the grass so he won't float away because everyone else always did. or how hudie never belonged to mei nianqing, but he was always hers. or how he xuan always squeezed qin meirong's hand three times, and she squeezed his the same amount of times before she took her last breath. or how- (gunshots)
No Paths Are Bound by @cataclysmicevie
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35070019
For eight hundred years, Hua Cheng searched for Xie Lian. He must have burned a million sticks of incense in that time, just hoping even one would reach his god.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35412889
Xie Lian develops amnesia after Wu Ming dissipates. Wu Ming drifts after him, reforms, and takes care of him.
———
“You went through… some awful things,” Wu Ming says, obviously choosing his words carefully. “I think your mind is responding this way to protect you.”
Xie Lian nods. That sounds realistic, with what he knows. “I still wish I could remember,” he sighs. Does he have a family? Friends? Does he have duties he’s neglecting?
“If gege will let me,” Wu Ming says, “I’ll stay with him until he remembers.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35388859/
Deep in the heart of the city of ghosts, a chisel breaks stone. Alone in the candlelit studio, Hua Cheng bows over the remaining boot and chips away slivers of veined marble. The sculpture is nearly finished, has been for weeks. The details he cuts into the lower foot now are so fine as to be invisible if viewed from any further away than a single step.
Above it, ornate robes are swept back on a frozen wind and a sword halfway from its sheath cuts across the sculpture’s waist. With its weight perched on the front foot as if a breath away from leaping and the candelight rosy across its cheeks and brow, the sculpture looks as if it is only a heartbeat from life. Except—
Hua Cheng takes a step back, tilting his head to survey his creation from toe to brow.
A blank face stares down.
•••
Hua Cheng emerges from Mt. Tong’lu looking for someone he cannot name, cannot place, cannot picture. For centuries, he chases fragments of memory—until he stumbles upon a cultivator in white who might be the answer to the questions he has carried for eight hundred years.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21824215
Every year, a ghost king roams the night in search of lost souls and leaves only destruction in his wake. Every year, Hua Cheng's temples are burning.
Or: a story in which Xie Lian is a Devastation, Hua Cheng is a Heaven Official, and nothing is what it seems.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28339443
Wearing a face that is not his own, dressed in a red tunic and simple boots, Hua Cheng comes face to face with the love of his life - and forever after - for the first time in two hundred years.
Or, the one where Xie Lian is also a ghost.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21228929
“You,” she snarled, like she would say ‘garbage’ or ‘trash’. “You, of course, will never marry. Who would marry a monster, ah?”
“As if I want to get married anyway,” he mumbled angrily.
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A story in which a ghost is very, very gay and very, very in love - so much he follows along without a protest when the object of his eight hundreds years old affection decides to get married out of the blue in the middle of ghost hunting mission. After all, it’s not like Crimson Rain could ever refuse anything to His Highness the Crown Prince of Xian Le anyway.
Or: a fanfanfic of Naamah_Beherit’s ‘take my hand, take my whole unlife too’ from Hua Cheng POV.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25199491?view_adult=true
Have you ever read Book 4 and thought, "Wow, this is really fucking sad. Wouldn't it have been great if things had gone just a little differently?" Do you love Wu Ming and wish there had been more of him in the novel? Are you a fan of pining, slow-burn, and hurt/comfort tropes?
If so, then this might just be the fic for you~
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24323563
After a shocking experience with his god on Beizi Hill, San Lang must process the blossoming new layers of his feelings for Xie Lian. If he's truly lucky, then he might even be able to make himself useful to his treasured person.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/18980143
The man standing over him has eyes like knives, sharp and cold and black.
“There are no masks allowed in the Ghost Fortress, Heavenly Official,” he says. His voice is polite, but it too contains knives.
Hua Cheng can appreciate that. A blade is a blade is a blade. Sheathed or pressed to one’s neck, it is still just as sharp. There is no use pretending it is anything otherwise.
The man in front of him is a blade held up to Hua Cheng’s heart, though perhaps he does not know it yet.
Here are the recommended fics, put it in an ask so it’s easier to deal with, please enjoy
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Thank you so much for all those recs of Hua Cheng POV, I am so grateful for it, I already read half of them! Seriously, thank you so much!!!
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I am going to take a deep breath and just remind you:
Writing is messy, even for the best authors. It's supposed to feel a little uncomfortable, exhilarating, freeing, natural, and terrifying.
It's supposed to inspire you and feel like a too-heavy backpack.
Sometimes, you're going to love being a writer and sometimes, you'll feel so disconnected, you'll wonder if you were ever a writer to begin with.
Give yourself room to make mistakes and hate your work and return to it with renewed confidence that yes, you will get 1% better next time.
It's what we're all going through. Let's speed up the growing process a little by accepting the entirety of it.
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tgcf likers better follow me rn 🤨 ima be delivering nothing but quality content to y’all’s dash
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TGCF is over... Unboxing the Special Edition! (EMOTIONAL)
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They are so domestic I can’t :”)
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