Bad Luck and Theatrics

servant of many masters

"his looped braids were like a moth's opened wings"

General Ouyang

exorcising some of the she who became the sun brainworms 😵‍💫

father father father father father father father father why have you forsaken me? in your eyes, forsaken me in your thoughts, forsaken me in your heart, forsaken me

Zhu from She Who Became The Sun ☀

oh 12.65 litres of blood clinging to the outside of my body, we're really in it now

(*it's mostly not fun)

modern au and esen’s honkers are haunting the instagram feed

later, ouyang thought esen wouldn't even had noticed: the moment his stillness of anticipation flicked into the stillness of shame, as quickly as capping a candle. his blood ran cold; his body burned. it was the feeling of a blade slid gently into his heart.

A thousand ghosts follow him, but the one who haunts him is not amongst them.

some kind of small unstoppable bug

The contrast between his exquisite exterior and the horror within put Ma in mind of a pearlescent cocoon of silk thread: a coffin for the worm that had been boiled alive.

General Ouyang 😤

Spring hunt.