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The immortal's forgotten half
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So hear me out. Yknow ye baiyi and rong changqing. What if yby gets hanahaki but when he becomes immortal it doesn’t cure it it just means that it can’t kill him, and so yby has this progressive terrible disease that gets far worse than it would be capable of getting in a normal living person, and he continues to have it even after rcq dies
#i started this back in the middle of my word of honor phase and it’s been ages#i had to keep leaving it and coming back to it bc I hated it#it’s the water soluble graphite#tests my patience#ye baiyi#rong changqing#rongye#word of honor#tian ya ke#artists on tumblr#vanilla draws#traditional art#fanart#hanahaki
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龙背
#shan he ling#tian ya ke#word of honor#rongye#ye baiyi#rong changqing#qin huaizhang#art tag#this is a mix of shl and tyk canons don't think too much about it#today we are sad about /spins wheel/ swords
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yea I'm late but I swear I started it on day 4: white
#yebaiweek#ye baiyi week#word of honor#ye baiyi#rong changqing#rongye#shan he ling#山河令#stuff and things#man idk some things look better in your head ig#but I do like how yby came out#for once not a grumpy grandpa!#as opposed to me who has a cold and is not being very brave about it#I hate it!!#danmei tag
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Sijihua Zine has been shipped out so this can finally see the light of day! It was fun working with all the talented folks on this, thanks for having me @shlzine~
I wanted to draw the 100 year old virgin grandpa (and his (dead) beau Rong Changqing) because I've already done the main lovebirds and mr. daddy-issues. Wow, this old boy really knows how to carry a torch, pining after a dead married dude for all those long lonely years atop a snowy mountain... all alone... he needs all the love he can get man
This is so sad, Alexa play despacito
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#山河令#叶白衣#shlzine#shl#word of honor#woh#yby#rong changqing#容叶#thanks for having me!#it was fun!#oh yea Yby is having a drink and hallucinating? imagining? RCQ and the good old days#that's why RCQ is transparent under the sun#athillust#athshl#uh I am quite inactive on socials I'm sorry
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Thinking about Rongye.
There’s something so painfully satisfying about the rude, sarcastic, Best of His Generation martial artist becoming best friends with the most personable guy around.
Like, Rong Changqing is this talented blacksmith who gets along with everyone and he manages to catch the attention of the one asshole who picks fights with all of his peers. He really cracked through YBY’s pretentious exterior.
The tragedy of YBY achieving immortality and cutting himself off from the rest of the world because it has nothing to offer him anymore. All the longing that he kept secret and the grief he carried with him for years and years and years. Everything that could’ve been but never was.
I just….
#cryptid’s thoughts#i really love them#ye baiyi#rong changqing#rongye#tian ya ke#faraway wanderers#i need them to kiss
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a daydream
#birb still draws#rongye#rong changqing/ye baiyi#rong changqing#ye baiyi#woh#tyk#shl fanart#woh fanart#山河令#is this still an art blog?#YES IT IS BITCHES I AM BACK IN BUSINESS >:D
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Xie'er could feel the Xie Wang part of him losing patience before he put a mental lid over that boiling pot. He's not used to being denied physical intimacy, no matter how awkward or unique the situation.
For better yesterdays by @tbgkaru-woh
This is a beautiful fic. I didn’t know what I was getting into when I clicked on it, the tags kinda explain what is going on but make much more sense in retrospect. A combination of YeXie and RongYe
#word of honor#ye baiyi#xie wang#rong changqing#yexie#rongye#fanfic rec#tw major character death#my lord the beauty#the beauty of this gift to the fandom and xws to yby
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for the character-centric stories prompts, Ye Baiyi and "What would happen to a houseplant in their care?" ♥
“She’s not going to kill you if they don’t all survive,” Rong Changqing had told Ye Baiyi after Rong-furen had finally stopped with her instructions, repeated instructions, and even more admonitions.
“Not so sure,” Ye Baiyi said, trying to commit to memory what the little yellow orchids needed. They wanted little water, right, but regularly, and they could never be allowed to remain standing in a puddle?
Compared to the orchids, the large pot of silvergrass was simple. The kitchen herbs were even simpler -- give them two ladles of water whenever they started looking a bit wan.
“Don’t think about the damn plants,” Rong Changqing assured him, “the main thing is you keep training Xuan-er and make sure he goes to bed before midnight. And don’t let him tinker in my workshop by himself. At least not after midnight. Please? Baiyi?”
If Changqing looked at him like that, with his beautiful smile and beautiful eyes, what else could Ye Baiyi do but grumble “I’ll try to” ungraciously, rather than smile back and reflect the things that Changqing made him feel. Every. Single. Time.
You’d think he would be used to it by now. For the Heavens’ sake, Xuan-er was already nine; the pain in those feelings should have worn down, become dulled and familiar. Perhaps it was the immortality that Rong Changqing had so unwisely cultivated and then dumped on Ye Baiyi; not only Ye Baiyi’s body, even his feelings were preserved forever unchanging in a block of clear ice.
“Don’t look so crestfallen, Baiyi,” Rong Changqing said. “It’s not even a month; we just have to be at the wedding of my lady’s youngest brother. We’ll hurry back as fast as we can. And Xuan-er can help you. If you’re really scared of what she’ll do to you if her chives have turned into hay, or the forge cats have peed on the basil.”
“I’m not scared,” Ye Baiyi grumbled. “I’m just offended that you wouldn’t even trust me with a fucking potted houseplant. I can feed the forge cats all right, and make sure that Xuan-er eats every day and sets nothing on fire. So why should I kill the damn orchids?”
“The forge cats,” Rong Changqing laughed, “will complain very loudly if you don’t feed them every day. Plants, however, just wilt quietly, and before you realize it, they’re dead.”
“Speak for yourself,” Ye Baiyi said, glaring up at Changqing, “I know what qi feels like, and I won’t let it falter.”
“Course you do,” Rong Changqing said, easily, but Ye Baiyi felt he still didn’t believe him. He made a face.
***
Two lunar months later, the Rongs returned, with a lot of gifts and good food for Xuan-er, and a few books they had thought Ye Baiyi might like, as well as a few bottles of syrup for him to flavor his snow with.
Xuan-er had built a box that would shoot crossbow bolts without the crossbow, steadily feeding them into the mechanism; he proudly presented it to his father, and they took quite a while to take it apart and then improve it so it would shoot even faster.
Baiyi went and had some snow with pomegranate syrup; it wasn’t bad, really. He perched on a rock and looked into the valley where he hadn’t been for so long, except in especially fierce winters, and then only for a little bit.
He didn’t know how he felt about Changqing and Rong-furen being back. Life with Xuan-er had been fun; they had trained every day, there had been no set bedtimes or mealtimes for either of them, and they had just ambled through their days in the snow. Xuan-er’s martial arts had taken leaps and bounds with nobody to interrupt him. He did look a little unkempt now, but really, all those hot baths were overrated, especially for a nine year old.
It was already getting dark when Rong-furen came out to get her husband and son from the workshop; the fire was going, and she had been cooking dinner.
“What have you done to my plants?” she asked, casually, as she passed Ye Baiyi.
“Nothing,” he said, “except what you’d told me. The forge cats were much harder to take care of; the calico brought out her kittens, and we kept running after them. Xuan-er shot at an eagle who tried to grab one. They’re all doing fine.”
“Don’t deflect,” Rong-furen said. “My plants have never been this lush and healthy. You have made cuttings from the orchids, and the roots are coming on fine; the basil is almost a tree now, and the other herbs fairly burst from their window boxes. I have noticed the kittens because they were playing hide-and-seek in the silvergrass and jumping up to catch the fronds. The lotuses in their basin and the peonies in their container are already flowering even though it’s early for them, this far up. You turned out to be an excellent gardener.”
“I just did what you told me,” Ye Baiyi said. “I checked every day, and made sure the forge cats didn’t pee on them. That’s all.”
He may have been feeding the plants a little of his qi, but hey, he was an immortal, he had the stuff to spare.
“Do you want to carry on doing it?” she asked. “I have seen the way you repotted the little blue orchids; there was so much care and attention in the work. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Nah,” Baiyi said, “they’re your plants. I just didn’t want to be the one who killed them. Changqing -- well, he thought I’d screw up, so I wanted to show him I don’t. I’m no good at this, and the plants don’t really like me. I’m the last person you want as a gardener, really.”
“If you change your mind -- any time,” she shrugged, and went about her errand.
Changqing and Xuan-er emerged from the forge even before she had reached the door; they were holding out the kittens and talking enthusiastically while they walked back towards the house and their dinner.
“Good job, Baiyi,” Changqing said vaguely as he passed Ye Baiyi on his perch; he reached up to clap him on the upper arm, then went inside with his family, plants and Baiyi already forgotten.-
#i am writing#1k character challenge#ye baiyi#rong changqing#rongye#i default to sad canon rongye when given a YBY prompt any time#even though happy AU rongye (either AU) are a lot of fun too#world of the morning after: minglin once gave baiyi a flowering branch of plum and now it's a tree that is doing well on mount changming#city AU baiyi used to pay somebody to take care of the plants on the glassed-in balcony but now xie-er comes by for them once a week#and strictly instructs baiyi and changqing what to do with them in the meanwhile#and they are totally flourishing as none of them wants to disappoint the others
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Ye Baiyi stared at him, at the face he knew better than his own. At the smile that never failed to make his heart race, at the eyes that held more stars than the night sky. He could feel his lips tremble and his nose start to run. His throat was tight and his voice was raw, and he wiped his sleeve over his damp cheeks and said, "Changqing."
"I'm here," answered Rong Changqing, just as he'd promised.
"Ch-Changqing," Ye Baiyi said again, hating the wavering of his voice, the wobbling of his jaw, the shaking of his entire body--but unable to make it stop, unable to help himself.
"I'm here," said Rong Changqing, arms coming up to embrace Ye Baiyi very carefully. The touch was so welcome, it was almost painful--it felt so good to be held that it almost hurt, and Ye Baiyi could not stifle the sob that came from the depths of his heart.
"Changqing-ah," he wailed, only this time it was muffled by Rong Changqing's robes, and so no one else but the pair of them could hear the broken sound, or Rong Changqing's soothing murmurs of, "I'm here, Yiyi. I'm here."
Falling (With Style) on Ao3 !!!
i made this lil comic for my wonderful friend!! it's a scene from her story (which she published anonymously bc she's really shy lol) ANYWAY it's really REALLYYY GOOD, u should DEFINITELY read it!! it made me OBSESSED with rongye, there's not too much content for them overall but i just!! really love them!!! ye baiyi deserves happiness!!!
(megan i'm going to link u here even tho u don't have tumblr, tá grá móra MÓRA agam ort, i hope we'll be allowed meet again soon my dearest darling 💚💚💚🥰🥰🥰)
#birb draws#rongye#rong changqing#ye baiyi#fic rec#pls do read it!! :DDD#megan ilu bby#thanks for letting me post it here as well!!!#woh fanart#shl fanart#word of honor#shanhe ling#山河令#is this an art blog?#NO IT'S A LOVE BLOG#LOVE FOR MY FRIENDS ;A;#mini comic#my boy ye baiyi deserves a happy ending of his own dammit!!#(ps don't worry about my grammar it's just an inside joke i swear i paid attention in school!!! I SWEAR!! *sweats profusely*)#yby#rcq#the fic is in english#i wrote the dialogue in chinese bc idk#but if i made any mistakes it's MY fault!!#it's exactly the same as in the quote just in mandarin lol#u might want to do a full-view sorry about that!#rong changqing invents time travel bc of course he does lmao#rong changqing/ye baiyi
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modern ye baiyi and rong changqing having bubble tea for @omgpurplefattie 🙏 Thank you!
#it’s what they deserve and I’m inconsolable#ko-fi requests#ye baiyi#rong changqing#word of honor#modern au#doodle
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1920s AU Wenzhou and Rongye and some other cast
#woh fanart#word of honor#shan he ling#wenzhou#rongye#ye baiyi#rong changqing#wen kexing#zhou zishu#my art
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TYK Rong Changqing/Ye Baiyi fic - Clear Skies, No Magpies
Rating: T
Length: one-shot, 1.5K words
For Ye Baiyi Week 2022, Day 7: Free Space.
AO3 link
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“RECOLLECTION OF DREAM”
Tian Ya Ke / Faraway Wanderers | RongYe feat. WenZhou
3K words | PG-rated
A bittersweet story of YBY's past
Commissioned by immie_8. <3
AO3 | Wattpad
#Tian Ya Ke#Faraway Wanderer#Zhou Zishu#Wen Kexing#WenZhou#Ye Baiyi#Rong Changqing#RongYe#Danmei#Fan Fiction#Fanfic#Commission
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For the wip ask game: ❄️
❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.
Ye Baiyi watched Changqing at his cluttered workbench as he carefully sanded the surface of a new longsword with roughened hands. There was a delicateness to his movements, each pass of metal on whetstone precise and careful. Beads of sweat built up on his temple, glinting in the searing red light of the nearby forge. Like this, it was easy to forget how insufferable he could be. Easier still, to imagine reaching over to brush fingertips across the heated skin of Changqing’s forehead…
Baiyi bit the inside of his cheek with enough force to scatter those wayward thoughts, the taste of reality copper-tinged on his tongue.
#cryptid's fics#I was going to cheat and share part of a WIP I already shared on twitter but no I will share from the one I hate the most lol#asked and answered#tian ya ke#ye baiyi#rong changqing#rongye#I asked for prompts awhile ago and someone suggested YBY and RCG swordsmithing and uh well months later and I still haven't shared it :')))
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realLY QUICK SKETCH OF RONGYE SMILING AT EACH OTHER LONGINGLY BC I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING SOMETHIING ELSE
bYE
#birb still draws#rongye#rong changqing#ye baiyi#i love them i love them etc#woh#shl#tyk#whatever i'll fix the tags later iM IN TROUBLE UH OH#is this still an art blog?#MAYBE IF I DON'T DIE IT WILL BE#COLOURS TO FOLLOW?? WE JUST DOn'T KNOW#woh fanart#shl fanart#山河令
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