#fengqing
mu qing and pei ming. Uh, is this too risque for tumblr now…? I wrote a pei ming/mu qing fanfic (which is also a fengqing fanfic). i understand they don’t say a single thing to each other in the book but mq’s story just upset me so much, i realized pm would be good with him because he could go “pspspsps” at him. Doesn’t he hang out with two people with wicked tongues and bitch faces…?
Little fengqing comic
Why did I use square format? It was horrible to work with. But it’ll make putting it on insta easier, I guess. Most time was spent on that fourth page making Mu Qing look as much like the emoji as possible.
Who would win?
Armored Mu Qing with a Huge Saber
Or
Shirtless Feng Xin with a Palm Kiss
A metric ton of fengqing sketches. That color one is them as ladies.
my big TGCF “theory”
Feng Xin and Mu Qing have been friends for a long time before the events of the novel.
AND
Theywere working together through out a large portion of it.
What isn’t a theory and is fact:
Feng Xin and Mu Qing have been going on adventures together for a long time and are very close, whether they call that friendship or not.
Proof:
—–
“It’s been a long time since the three of us did something like this, huh!”
“Do you mean fighting side by side, or running for our lives?” Mu Qing questioned.
“Both!” Xie Lian said.
“We clearly do this all the time!” Feng Xin exclaimed.
“Really?” Xie Lian wondered.
But, when some things come out into the open, the mindset would be completely different. Xie Lian laughed for a moment,
——-
I think a lot of us misunderstood this exchange to mean “We, the three of us, have been doing this a lot lately.” But that’s not what it means. It means “We, Mu Qing and I, obviously do this all the time.”
That’s the only interpretation that makes Xie Lian’s next line make sense.
The fact that they go on adventures together all the time makes complete sense in retrospect. They know each other. As mortals they only spent something like 5 years together. Is that really enough for those two to speak to each other with their eyes, to seamlessly work together, to speak in unison? They don’t actually do that with Xie Lian, do they? Only each other.
So, why have they been so aggressive the whole book? The book is saying It’s because of Xie Lian.
Mu Qing thought Xie Lian hated him all these years (something fed by a certain other asshole).
—
“He told me that if I was suspicious, then even if you knew I didn’t do it, you would still go with the flow and not save me. Because you hate me, you wouldn’t believe in me.”
“He?” Xie Lian understood who this “he” was.
Mu Qing continued, “Even though I didn’t agree to help him, but everything he’s said, I’ve thought of it too. I’ve always thought deep down, you hated me, you despised me, so I, I’ve always…anyway, you don’t actually think that. I’m glad.”
———-
Mu Qing’s unfinished line is probably: “I’ve always tried to hate you back”, right? And he couldn’t. He tried but instead spent the book frantically protecting him, advising him, warning him.
Feng Xin eagerly wants to reunite with Xie Lian. So imagine when you’re like 20, you have a falling out a person you feel very complicated about. You never got along with that other guy so whatever.
But then Other Guy and you both end up in heaven together. And you hang out for 800 years. You become friends. Even if you don’t call it that, you are fucking CLOSE. Definitely this is the person you are closest to in the world. You go on fucking adventures all the time.
Imagine your associate of over 800 years (again, 800 > any amount of time Xie Lian spent with either of them) is eager to see the guy who hates you. But, and extra fucked up, you want to show Xie Lian how cool and nice you are now because you don’t hate him, you want him to forgive you and like you. (You bring him medicine, feel very smug when Feng Xin hasn’t even shown u- oh there he is.)
And then…Xie Lian and Feng Xin seem like they don’t, actually, like you. And Feng Xin forgives EVERYTHING Xie Lian does! You are fighting constantly.
Oh and some weird fucked up shit with a baby ghost or something. Absolute nightmare. You look terrible and Feng Xin seems to be believing every shitty thing about you.
This relationship is now in a crisis of epic proportions and the actual world is falling apart.
But from the outside, this looks like what Xie Lian remembers, which he repeats several times. Xie Lian assumed they were exactly the same as when he last saw them, and yes their followers fight. But do we see them fight about anything that isn’t related to the period when they were with Xie Lian? Do they mention any thing in the past 800 years that they dispute over? No. Nothing. Xie Lian is wrong about things about 50000 times a chapter. He has to constantly revise what he’s been seeing and this is one of the final massive revisions.
Doesn’t it make more sense that Fu Yao and Nan Feng appearing is a coordinated effort? They don’t give the other away, they arrive as one, they cover for each other. They work together to bully Xie Lian into a fucking dress, for fuck’s sake. How is that possible if they’re not friends, whether they call it that or not?
This also explains why the two don’t have a reconciliation scene the way that Xie Lian and Mu Qing do. They don’t need one. They were fine except for this clusterfuck of old wounds that, like most dudes, they hadn’t dealt with.
Anyway. Some stuff to think about it. Frankly, it made me a feel a lot better to know they weren’t alone all those years and at least had one another. So while you’re reading the new english translation, try to think about them through this lens of “these two have been together for 800 years and are working together”.
eternal pain- i mean eternal faith when??
fengqing hand-holding for a ko-fi request!
The God of Grumpy and the God of Petty. What a pair. Could be the cutest couple, I told you that.
- fengqing matching icons
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fq ✨
Scavenger hunt
It’s persons A’s birthday and their friends decided to do a scavenger hunt across town.
Too bad they miscalculated how much there is to plan and especially when to start. So they only have one shot at this and time is running out. There is only one person both smart and organised enough to plan everything in time:
Person B, who has been A’s rival since they met. Whom they constantly fight with about trivial things and never seem to agree!
Luckily for them, after a bit of begging and the promise of free drinks and food they agree to do so.
They just hope that A will take it just as well…
.
..
…
Wait …
How did B know so much about A? Their favourite café? Their pizza order? Their favourite spot in the park?
My hand on your shoulder
We all love the feral x calm ship, right? Where one can openly and publicly express their love while the other hates any form of PDA? And in general, we like that the calm one is able to calm the feral one down and prevent them from doing something stupid and regrettable. But sometimes–I think–in certain situations, that would not me the case. Sooo what if…
The Protagonist tried to not fall into the deep slumber they so desperately needed after another one of these pointless meetings, that are more complaints about insignificances rather than discussions of the actual plan. They had hoped that the 5-minute break would calm everyone down a bit but to no avail.
Even from half across the entrance way they could see how tense their Partner was–and even worse: they could hear how thick faced their Partners current …conversation partner was as well.
The Protagonist sighed. They knew how hard the past few meetings had been on their Partner and how little they were able to take off their shoulders, their heart and mind. Today had been even worse than all the other meetings.
And now this?
Before they could even think of going towards them; to lay a hand on their shoulder in silent support or a give them a warm look, acknowledging their current stress; their Partner, who had lasted the past days without doing so, had finally blown up at the person in front of them.
Not being the only one to have noticed the show currently unfolding, everything and everyone seemed to suddenly speed up and the crowd, that had been quite divided just minutes ago, quickly gathered in shared excitement and curiosity.
But before the Protagonist could dwell on it for too long, one of Opponents supporters had run towards them, yelling indignantly:
“This is getting out of hand! Protagonist! You’re the sensible one! Aren’t you gonna stop your Partner?!?”
The Protagonist sighed once more.
The Opposition and their Supporters have not only been a menace to their Partner but to everyone else in the meeting as well– including the Protagonist. They had slowed down all their plans immensely and `working together` seemed to be foreign words to them. So, no. They couldn’t lie and say they weren’t satisfied–even amused– just a bit to see someone finally snapping at their rude associates. Especially if that someone was their Partner.
So, trying to keep their amusement in check, they answered with a small smile: “Why? They seem to be able to handle this just fine!”
The Other clearly hadn’t expected that reaction. Clearly had expected them to immediately fold and apologise on behalf of their Partner instead. Like they usually would, when their Partner would start a fight or discussion that quickly got out of hand. So, with a dumbfounded expression and a higher pitched voice, the Other countered:
“ Uhh?!? Cause they’re beingmore than rude and unprofessional towards My Associate?!?!!My Associate, who is in very high regards of everyone involved and beyond ?!?”
The Protagonist tried to not roll their eyes. But the more the Other`s word sank in, the more the more than rude implications of their words sank in. Their previous amusement had long vanished, yet their serene smile, they were so well known for stayed edged on their face, holding none of its usual warmth. And when they finally turned towards the Other, their voice was still as light and calm as ever, yet with just enough of an edge to it, that it seemed to throw the Other off.
“Wasn’t My Partner the one, who stayed calm, while being insulted to their face? Wasn’t My Partner the one who let them go on in their triad about how ‘impossible they’re to work with’? When all my Partner did, was point out some of the flaws in Your associates plan? Flaws that not only would’ve sabotaged the entire plan but also created an even bigger catastrophe then the one we’re trying to prevent. “
The Others eyes had went comically wide in fear and their complexion lost its colour. But they did not dare to answer.
Pity them; cause the Protagonist was not yet finished.
`How dare these people constantly judge their Partner for things they pride themselves on? How dare they provoke and ridicule others, when they have only scraps to show off for? When they piggy-back on other people’s success? No. Not any longer. `
The Protagonist took a step towards the Other, gaze focused now entirely on them.
“So pray tell: What am I supposed to stop My Partner from doing? From taking part in a meeting discussing a very. Important. Plan? One where they are a vital part in? Or do you mean stopping them from pointing out all. Those. Flaws in your plans? From preventing a catastrophe?”
Another step.
“Or on a more basic level: Am I supposed to let My Partner take all of the uncalled-for criticism without a word? When you make your opinion known at even a single. Drop. of tea. Poured incorrectly?”
The Other was now so clearly in distress that even the associates around them had noticed it. Feeling the stares on them, as well as being sure the Other would not try to suggest such a thing again, the Protagonist turned back to their original position. Their gaze locked with their Partners. An equally curious and surprised expression painted their face.
The Protagonist decided, they did not like the latter component of that expression.
Not one bit.
Acid seemed to suddenly fill their mouth and lungs.
Why was their Partner surprised? How had they failed their Partner so much, that them, openly supporting them, seemed impossible?! That they still thought, they stood alone?!? Especially during such open confrontations and intentional ridicule of their person?
They had to do better.
To be better.
They vowed right here, right now–to themselves and their Partner–that they will forever and always make their support clear.
That no one can make a fool of their Partner.
So, when they addressed the Other next, they made sure that even the last attendee could hear their voice loud and clear. And while it was spoken with the same calmness, they were known so well for, this once, it send shivers down peoples spine and the room suddenly felt colder.
“I’d like to think that you and your people are not that arrogant to believe, that you are the only ones allowed to defend themselves?”
With one last glace, a too sweet smile and a playfulness twinkling in their eyes, they added:
“Are you not?”
The Other was now fully trembling, equally in shock and fear. And while the Protagonist did not enjoy inflicting such terrible feelings in others, they knew, that for their Partner, they would do it all again.
And again.
And again.
Barley hearing the stutter of an answer they held their head up high and walked over to their Partner, whose love and devotion to them was for once openly and publicly written all over their face. And when they finally finally laid their hand on their Partners shoulder in silent support, all they could think was:
No one should wear such a beautiful, loving look, by some simple public support.
Least of all their Partner.
Their Love.
They´d make sure of it.
A cruel hug
“Do you understand now? “
The villain hadn’t noticed how hard they were breathing until it was the only thing left to be heard. How desperate their voice sounded in their last plea of kinship. But
It does’t matter what happens afterwards. They just needed the hero to understand.They quickly tried to wipe away the tears running down their cheeks but it had been a futile gesture long ago.
They didn’t know when the hero had lowered their weapon but suddenly it hit the ground with a bang and the hero was closing the distance in a couple of struts.
Usually kind eyes, full of hope and determination, were now full of sorrow and compassion, holding theirs like a prisoner; seemingly taking in every little thing they possibly could. Their face. Their entire body. Their past, they just poured out all over the floor. Their entire future, yet to be determined. And most of all: Them. The villain. In every possible way. In their entirety.
They have never felt this naked. They have never felt this save. They didn’t believe anyone ever did.
A shaking hand was held next to their cheek. Slowly they cupped their face and even slower, a thumb wiped away the last tear.
“I am. So. Sorry. This happened to you.” How could a voice be so full of sorrow when it wasn’t their own to carry ?
“It should’ve never happened. To anyone. And certainly not when you were -. I am truly sorry. “
And then the hero came impossibly closer and wrapped their arms around them.
The villain could neither comprehend the grief, for their past self, that never got this confirmation of cruelty, flooding them ….nor the sudden, overwhelming relief of being understood. Of finally being seen. It was so much. So so much and much more than they had ever hoped for.
Sure they had been trying to get the hero see their side; to make them understand for so long …but it had gotten to be more of a routine.
The villain would start executing their plan; the hero would come in trying to stop them, when plan was juuuust about to work and thus they tried to quickly explain everything but the hero didn’t take it serious at all, thinking they’ve gone insane; shaking their head at them like you would at a silly little kid not getting why they can’t visit their mother anymore; and then? Then they would fight.
Sure they had always kept on trying to explain everything, but both could see how defeated it had been; as if every word had been said by a tired museum guide. They had given up on the hero understanding a thing about them. But now ? Now they finally understood.
With a barley noticeable jump, the villain wrapped themselve around the hero tightly, pulling them even closer into the hug. Their heads buried into each other’s neck, arms almost hurting from hugging the other so tightly.
Neither could let go. Neither could tell how long they stood there like this. Only that at some point the hero slowly loosened their gripped, the villain mirroring them. The hero stroked a couple times over their arms and looking up, the villain could finally see their like-wisely tear-streaked face. With a small smile the hero repeated: “I am sorry.”
This time when they went into a hug, they cupped the villains face with their right hand and the villain leaned into the touch without any hesitation. The other hand was now slowly rubbing circle onto their back and the world has truly shrunken down to the small square the villain and theirherooccupied.
“I need you to know something.”, the hero finally croaked out. A small smile grazed the villains face. Unwillingly. But not unwelcome. After all, the hero had always needed the last word.
“Of course.”, they breathed.
“I am not hugging you.”
The villain huffed at this ridiculousness and rolled their eyes playfully but not hiding the fondness for once. Not that the hero could see it.
“As if I’d be the one hugging you. Never.”
A small chuckle. The hug tightened for a second.
“You don’t understand. I’m not hugging you.” This time, the villain could hear the seriousness in their voice. The strain.
What.Brows began to furrow. Their entire body stopped.
“I am hugging the you, who had to go through it all. The you, who experienced all those atrocities. Those cruelties. But I’m not hugging you.”
Confused the villain tried to lean back again but before they even noticed, the hands that had just a moment ago stroked their face and rubbed circle into their back, were now binding theirs behind their back. The loud *click* echoed through the room. Through their mind.
They were handcuffed.
The hero’s head still laid in the crook of their neck. And with their hands holding the villains behind their back, it still felt like hug. A cruel one…but a hug nonetheless.
“Iam sorry for all the cruelties that were done to you”, the hero whispered into their ear.
How can a voice carry so much sorrow and compassion,
“But it doesn’t justify all the cruelties you’ve done upon others.”
while delivering such a cold message ?
And the villain realised the reason why they had looked so pained. It hadn’t been for compassion. Not entirely. But because the hero had finally understood them. Truly understood. And yet they couldn’t do anything about to.
Because by then, they had already made up their mind. About the villain. Their so called atrocities. About who deserves mercy. About it all.
Thus it hadn’t mattered. Not even in the slightest. It had just made it so much worse. For the both of them.
Understanding means truly seeing. And truly seeing means mercy.
At least that’s way the villain had always told themselves. But not to the hero. No. Mercy had always meant, that those who aren’t an immediate threat, could get a fair trial. That death, wouldn’t await them. For now at least. So no. Mercy had never meant what they thought it did.
No reluctant acceptance.
No truce.
No working together.
No.
The villain hadn’t realised, how far ahead they had already planned; how they had already mentally integrated the hero into their little family.
Into their future.
Into their life.
“I am sorry.”
,the hero breathed one last time. This time, the villain could finally hear what they truly said.
I am sorry this happened to you. I am sorry you had to go through this alone. I am sorry that you felt compelled to make these plans and even try and executed them. That they had to stop them every time. That they never truly tried to understand before. That now that they did, they couldn’t do anything about it. That it was all too late. That they were now the one to feel compelled to follow through with their plan. That they had to betray them. One. Last. Time.
“I am too.”
A: What are you doing here?
B: *just raises a brow*
A, sighing: So C told you.
B: You think I know you so little, that someone else had to tell me ?
(Part 1)
A
“I hate you so much here is the stupidly disgusting coffee you always get!” And “Fuck you and your cute cat, whom I’m the one only able to give belly rubs to besides you” And “Shut up! don’t you have a mom to give white tulips to, cause that were the flowers your dad gave her on their first date?“
kind of ship just hits different.
Thrown out
Hero: I Swore to never go back there.
Villain: Funny way to say “I was rejected and thrown out and I’m terrified history will repeat itself.“
Hero, bitterly: Yeah well… As you very well know, I am a writer at heart .. I at least try to phrase things a little interestingly.
Hero 2: You … You we’re thrown out? But- you never ?- I thought, you? What?
In debt
Hero 2: I don’t know how we can overcome this threat. And I’m not sure we’ll find a solution in ti-
Villain:*storming in and looking sternly at Hero 1*
Villain: I’m NOT doing this for you. Got it?
Hero 1:* suppressing a grin* Of course not.
Villain: I just owe you. For last time.
Hero 1: I know.
Villain: And I don’t like being in debt.
Hero 1: Who does?
Villain: And when this is over we never have to ever talk to one another again.
Hero 1: Cause there wouldn’t be the need to do Right.
Hero 1/Villian: *staring at each other in silent agreement hoping to find regret in the others eye*
Hero 2: Uhmmm what ? What debt? What help? When did all of this even happen ?
“I love you too”
There are a lot of stories where at the end of it the love interest’s last words to the protagonist are a love confession. But it’s always “I love you” or a variant of it. But what about:
“I love you too.”, their love breathed with one last broken smile, before their body lost all its tension and with it all life. The protagonist barley took notice of how they basically collapsed onto their love, how their fat tears ruined the others shirt. Not that it mattered. Not anymore. No.
The only thing they really took notice of, were the last words, screaming at them, begging for attention from seemingly ever last corner of their mind.
‘I love you’ ‘I love you’ ‘I love you’ ‘I love you’ ‘I love you’ ‘I love you’ ‘I love you’ ‘I love you’ ‘I love you’
No. That wasn’t quite right though, now was it? No. There was this last, tiny, seemingly unnecessary word at the end.
‘Too.’
‘I. Love. You. Too.’
‘I love you. Too.’
‘I love you too.’
Yes; that’s what they had said. Meaning…. they had known. They had known, all this time and they never said anything, why didn’t they say anything, we could’ve been- weren’t we- maybe if we- NO- nonononono
Pictures of unlived moments that were never meant to be, flooded their mind; seconds of memories passed by long ago, burning their eyes. And that last sentence, screaming, begging. Too much. It was all to much. But it all ended in a single question:
Why didn’t they tell me ?
Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why
But they knew. They knew exactly why and now they cannot change it anymore. The only thing they had was the reassurance. Cause that’s what it was.
Yes. It has never been a confession.
But a confirmation. You are loved the way you love others.
An apology. I’m sorry that we lost so much time.
And a promise. We will meet again and this time I will love you right.
All.
In.
One.
Rival: Protagonist?! Heyyyy…
Protagonist: Rival?! Long time no see..
Rival: yeah..haha ..
Protagonist: Youuuu….studied Chemistry, right?
Rival: Uhh yeah..? How did you-
Protagonist: Speaking about Chemistry: Why did you hate me back then?
Only one bed ?!??! - or not ..
A is told before arrival that they have to share not only a room but also a bed with the worst person they’ve ever had the displeasure of having met and even to work with: B.
Torn between anger and anxiousness they await the evening, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.
Luckily, B meets an old friend C in the dinner hall and promptly decides to sleep in their room instead! That’s amazing news! Isn’t it?
Then why was the thought of B hating them so much they’d jump ship at the first instance so…. Disturbing? Why can’t A stop thinking about what B and C might be doing? Why can’t they stop thinking of the happiness and relief in Bs eyes, the moment they saw C and how they have never looked at A in any way NEAR that ?
It’s not like THEY care about B… B is just not allowed to dislike A !!
Yeah. That’s it … right?
Team work(s just fine. Promise!)
Hero 2 (team 2) : We will find out who did this. You’re safe with us.
Hero 1 (team 1): oh? Do you now?
Hero 2: Of course. It’s not only our job but also our responsibility as fellow people.
Hero 1,huffs: Okay. Let me get this straight. WE (Team 1) are supposed to put our LIFES into YOUR (team 2) hands, that consists of
- A so called ‘genius’, who JUST dropped their coffee on our papers,
- A cop, who is already so very done with this case
- And a CSI who sleeps with literally EVERY criminal that walks in their near vicinity?
Did I get that right?
Team 2: ….
CSI: WELL … not EVERY criminal. Just the ones I find attractive. *winks*
Same circle
The hero has had a couple days off now, both their day AND night job is they finally felt save to meet their friends friend! They have heard so much about them now, they just know they’ll all be a happy family in no time. But when the other friend arrives … well let’s just say, the hero has to unpack their acting skills once more.
Later they excuse themselves to get another drink:
Hero, hissing: What the hell are you doing here ? Have you stooped so low you’re playing my friends now!?
Villain, hissing back just as venomous: YOUR friends?!? Excuse you? They are MY friends?! And how do I know YOU’RE not the one PLAYING ME?!
Hero, flabbergasted: WHAT?! Why would I risk the life these wonderful friends just to get back on YOU of all people?!
Villain: WHY THE HELL SHOULD I?!
Both stare at each other in shock, realisation hitting them equally hard: either one of them has to go right now and never talk to their friends ever again OR they have to play pretend and get along, only hating each other in secret.
Continuation: they constantly try to out do each other as the groups best friend. “I brought homemade muffins to the picnic!” “Oh? Well and I organised the picnic in the first place, villain!”
Bonus: the friends figured out beforehand of each of their identity and set them up to both have a bigger family and save the town. And when their fight for the group started they placed bets and are popcorn watching them being “secretive”
Sidekick: They’re gonna come.
Villain: Not for you.
Sidekick: No. Not for me. But they’ll come for you.
Random reunion
A: B!? Hey! I’m-
B: A. I know. I remember.
A: huh. Didn’t expect that.
B: What ? Why wouldn’t I remember you?
A: Oh, nothing. You’re just not exactly known for caring about people you don’t like, or think are stupid, or get on your nerves etc. So yeah… figured you wouldn’t remember me.
B: What is THAT supposed to mean, huh?! Don’t you remember we did that thing together!?
A: I remember YOU constantly criticising my every move, YEAH! OF COURSE I REMEMBER ?! But not YOU ever CARING ABOUT ME?!?
B: THAT’S LITERALLY WHAT I SAID?!?
A:NO, IT’S NOT?!
B: WHY WOULD I GIVE SOMEONE ADVICE TO DO BETTER IF I DONT CARE ABOUT THEM , HUH?!?
A: SO WHAT: YOU CARE ABOUT ME?!?
B: OF COURSE I DO, YOU IDIOT?!?
C: Um … guys… this is a coffee shop ?
Borrowed safety
Laying there, pulling the god just a little closer to their chest, they wondered: What is worse?
Finally having someone who doesn’t only tolerates you, genuinely likes you even but knowing the gods heart will still always belong to someone else ? Knowing that once more you’re not enough ?
Or knowing that even a god can’t help you forget your own heart? Will never be able to compare to them ? That if even a god can’t make you fall in love with someone new, you won’t ever move on from your own love?
Or perhaps what’s worse about this all is the realisation of a fact? A fact you never wanted to know, even in your most curious moments:
It doesn’t matter who or what you are,
No one is safe from love.
Only the rare will find safety in it.
FQ Later asking MQ is he liked it and him saying “No, i threw it in the trash, it was disgusting ”
