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✨Here are three illustrations I created for the Quanyin minibang @quanyinminibang with Team 7! ✨ Thanks to the talented Merlin and @marshymeds for teaming up with me!!! it was really fun!!💗 It was a wonderful experience that I would love to do again!! Here’s a summary of the written part by Merlin:

🌘Rises the Moon🌘

Yin Yu didn’t want to be brought back. Forced to return as a weak ghost with little strength, he has to learn how to rely on others—including the stubborn Shidi who refuses to leave his side.

A sneak peek at my participation in Team 2 for the event @quanyinminibang :) !!! Stay tuned!! You're not ready for what @parameciam, @yet-another-nerd-acrosstheocean, and I have in store for you!

⚠️The minibang posting period begins July 29th - July 31!⚠️

⬅️ Preview by parameciam Preview by yet-another-nerd-acrosstheocean ➡️

✿ Loving leads to bleeding ✿

"Shixiong gave his life for me, so it's only fair if I suffer"

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🌙 A waltz with you ☀️

Quanyin modern reincarnation AU

The light focused on them. The music imposed their mutual salute, then opened the battle. Yin Yu’s feet left the ground in a single, decisive push, engaging the fight as planned, carried by the dramatic notes of the guqin. His long sleeves flowed behind him, lending his movements a light, ethereal effect. With choreographed precision, his blade struck Yángyán in a clear, ringing clash. The gentle, comforting warmth of the weapon traveled up to his own guard, greeting his fingers like a soft caress from the sun. With a powerful motion, Quan Yizhen repelled the attack, then diverted the sword aside. The lament of the guqin intensified. Quan Yizhen counterattacked, feinting to the side before aiming for Yin Yu’s back. Yin Yu parried almost blindly in an impressive, highly technical movement, then turned at once to face him again, his loose braid tracing a graceful arc. The mortal’s sword described an elegant sweep, launching a new attack; his steps seemed to skim the ground. Their blades brushed one another as their faces drew close, frozen in a feigned challenge. Their duel resembled a restrained waltz, the two swordsmen circling one another, brushing past on light steps.

A slightly late drawing that was supposed to accompany my written contribution for Quanyin Week. Luckily, it's never too late ;) !

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