hello! this is a blog currently focused on MXTX books (only tgcf stuff, at the moment!)
i definitely won't post often, but i might occasionally ramble about tgcf or send snippets of my tgcf au fanfic im currently working on (watch me, an aroace person, struggle to write a hualian fic)
i usually lurk around the MXTX fandom on here, so maybe I'll see some of you around 👋
link to the calamity!xl / god!hc tgcf fic I'm currently working on:
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The portrait he had painted still hung above the altar, and suddenly, staring at that figure made him feel uncomfortable. He directed his gaze to the bottom of the frame and saw a small, gold plaque that he hadn't built in. He leaned towards it curiously.
It read, Body in Abyss, Heart in Paradise.
"Where is this quote from?" Hua Cheng asked aloud.
"It's a quote from my old kingdom," a voice said from behind him.
Xie Lian walked up beside him, gazing up at the portrait. "It was his favourite quote for a long time," he said. "It was truly something he believed in with all his heart."
"What changed?" Hua Cheng asked softly.
Xie Lian turned and considered Hua Cheng for a long while before smiling as if remembering a joke and turning away again.
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I'd like to prerequisite my message by saying THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ MY FIC SO FAR AND LEFT THEIR SUPPORT!!!!!!! I have a list of milestones in my notes and every time I hit one I get so happy!!!!! even every time I get a comment I get so happy that people are enjoying and interacting with my work!!! (by the way, although I don't typically reply to comments, I DO see and cherish all of them!!!) so I hope you guys keep enjoying this silly little fic of mine :) and even if you're not here to read the whole thing, I hope you enjoy this AU and the excerpts I've posted, or even just this one!
anyways I AM ALIVE!!! sorry for being away for so long I have had 0 motivation to write this story for MONTHS. but I just managed to finish chapter 6, I think (so that might be coming out soon!!!) and this is actually an excerpt for chapter 7, which I'm really enjoying writing so far but have to stop because it's getting late. hopefully I have the motivation to pick it up again soon, or even tomorrow.
I think part of the reason I've been so unmotivated to write this is because every time I reread chapters I've written with new eyes, there's a bunch of stuff (especially characterization) that I don't like. I JUST finished rereading TGCF, so I think I'll go back and edit the earlier chapters (which I've been doing occasionally over the past few months anyways— chapter 1-3 are way better now, in my opinion) before posting any new chapters. I hope to see you guys again soon!
also so far for chapter 7 I basically disregarded the entire point I originally had planned entirely RIP so I may rewrite my notes and see if that helps me keep writing
the word "vacation" is not in this man's vocabulary (modern au because I needed to draw YY in a tacky tourist outfit for my soul)
[Drawn for Yin Yu Appreciation Week - Day 1 - Work (Vacation)]
whoops sorry for not posting in uhh... checks watch... I don't think I actually want to know how long. i love how everyone has collectively agreed yin yu would have no clue what to do with himself and be so out of his depth if he was ever given a vacation
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the fic is finally posted!!!!!!! this is a very exciting moment for me and I hope everyone enjoys the fic :) the prologue, chapter 1 and chapter 2 are all up, as I'm saving the much longer chapter 3 as a writing buffer while I write chapter 4
sorry to the people I promised to tag when this went up tumblr hates me and will not let me tag anyone I want to lol
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"Welcome back, San Lang," Xie Lian said, letting go of the vine he had been tugging at. Hua Cheng frowned; his hands were visibly scraped and bleeding. "I didn't think you'd really come. You didn't have to."
"I was curious about this god of yours," Hua Cheng replied, startled at the name for a second. He supposed he never really visited the mortals he gave a fake name to more than once, so he wasn't expecting to hear the name San Lang again.
Hua Cheng thought he caught a brief flash of white across the doorway before Xie Lian stepped back outside, extending a hand to invite Hua Cheng into the shrine.
"You said you have some questions for me? As shrine master, I should be able to answer them."
"Yes," Hua Cheng said, following him inside. "Your god, after he was banished, he didn't disappear, did he?"
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He saw a flower that looked oddly familiar— although he couldn't place it— and was slightly translucent, almost like a spirit. He reached out to touch one of its petals lightly, and found he could feel it despite its appearance.
Glancing around, he found that the flower gave off a soft, faint glow. He took it in properly; it was the most beautiful flower he'd ever seen. Its petals were delicate, and although he was sure he'd never seen anything like it before, it still inexplicably reminded him of something.
(...But from how long ago? Was he missing another piece of his past, or was he just too old to remember something like this?)
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some excerpts from chapter 3 of my god hc/calamity xl fic! I am very close to my goal of finishing chapter 3 so I can publish the story on ao3; it's been giving me a bit of trouble because I've had writer's block and this chapter is probably longer than all the other ones combined, but it's finally almost finished!
a note to people who may have been following the snippets of the story I have been posting: everything is subject to change in editing. in fact, I'm pretty sure every single excerpt I've posted here has been changed pretty heavily, with the chapter 2 extract being nearly completely rehauled because I didn't like it (...and it had some accidental plotholes).
anyways, I am very excited to publish this because it'll be my first published fic in quite a long time— and it will be my first tgcf fic! i hope everyone enjoys it, and even if you don't end up reading the real thing, I hope you've enjoyed the extracts so far <3
"Has anyone here heard of a god known as the Crown Prince of Xianle?"
Silence.
"Where did you hear that name?" A voice asked sharply. It belonged to General Xuan Zhen.
"I read it in a scroll, and I was curious why I'd never heard of such an interesting figure," Hua Cheng replied smoothly. "It seems like everyone is in the know except me."
General Xuan Zhen scoffed. "If by 'interesting figure,' you mean 'pain in the ass,' then sure. Be glad you've never heard of him. Don't mention him again."
Eight hundred years ago, there was a prosperous kingdom known as Xianle.
They were famous for their riches and extravagance, but most of all, they were known for their crown prince.
The Crown Prince of Xianle was pure and beautiful beyond comprehension, and skilled in both cultivation and the arts. By the way he was described and even worshipped, one even could have believed he was a god.
And then, at only seventeen years old, he ascended to heaven and really did become a martial god. The Heavenly Emperor himself even showed an interest in him. Many believed he was the luckiest boy in the three realms.
Three years later, the kingdom of Xianle fell into ruin.
An epidemic raged through the kingdom, leaving untouched only soldiers. On top of that, a part of Xianle known as Yong'An was also locked in a civil war with the capital. Soldiers from Yong'An overpowered the weakened Xianle and took over.
The remaining residents of Xianle blamed their god, their crown prince. If he couldn't cure them or save their kingdom, was he any better than a god of misfortune?
In reality, the Crown Prince of Xianle attempted to save his kingdom and failed. He was banished for descending from heaven to help mortals, and his efforts were for naught.
Soon after his banishment, the Crown Prince of Xianle turned his back on the world. He attempted to summon the disease that had plagued his kingdom, killing his last and most devoted believer in the process.
For hundreds of years, cities and kingdoms were laid to waste by his hand. He taught the crown prince of the new Yong'An kingdom, and then brutally killed the prince's family, wiping out half of the kingdom. Many believe he also orchestrated the downfall of the kingdom of Banyue. He became one of the four heavenly calamities, becoming known as White Flower Collecting Souls as his old name was erased by time. His eerie but docile title led many to underestimate his wrath and evil until it was too late.
For the past century or two, barely anything has been heard of White Flower Collecting Souls, leaving the three realms asking two questions: where has he gone, and when and where will he strike next?
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part of the prologue of my hualian swapped role fic! gonna do a part for hc next 👀 I am slowly but surely working out the lore and plot, and I think this fic will probably mostly follow the plot of tgcf with a couple of alterations (still unsure what to do about lang qianqiu and his backstory, but I don't want to spoil whatever I decide to do in case the fic ever gets to that point)
i had a lot of fun writing this part! ive kind of forgotten exactly how the tgcf prologue goes but I tried to base the format loosely on that (the prologue is supposed to be told from an outsider point of view; this is basically XL's legend/myth/established or popular "story")
I am currently working on properly planning out this fic to write it fully and submit it on AO3! however, I won't start publishing it until at least chapter 3 is done (maybe 4 as well, not sure yet)
I am currently doing a lot of planning and outlining and rereading/tweaking. I'm pretty sure every extract I've posted here has been edited in some way at this point
I am very happy to be turning this silly little AU I made in my head into an actual project <3 I don't normally acually plan out my stories and motivation/writer's block is a bitch, so here's to hoping everything will go well! I'll post the link here when the fic is up, but in the meantime, I might post some ch3 or ch4 extracts.
Eight hundred years ago, a powerful martial god— the god of wealth, luck and gambling— ascended.
After he was mortally wounded because of a selfless act in an intense battle to save his people, he ascended and his healing was personally seen to by the Heavenly Emperor himself.
This god, Hua Cheng, is as mysterious as he is powerful. Nobody knows where he came from, or what battle he was in that caused him to ascend.
Only a couple of centuries after he first ascended, Hua Cheng destroyed the lair of one of the four Heavenly Calamities, causing it to rain blood. He earned the title Crimson Rain Sought Flower when he used an umbrella to shield a lone flower from the bloodbath.
Now, he is as feared as he is revered. In some locations, he is respected and prayed to as an all powerful being. In others, he is a story to keep children in line. No matter where you fall on the spectrum, one thing is for certain:
You don't want to make Crimson Rain Sought Flower angry.
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HC's part of the prologue is here! it's a lot shorter than XL's, but that's because there's meant to be a lot more mystery surrounding him and his origins
also a clarifying note for if I do post the first few chapters of this fic in full: XL's calamity story is very well known, but I very deliberately didn't put his actual name in his story (and mentioned that it had been forgotten over time). this is why HC is confused and thought he hadn't heard of XL before (this is implied in the chapter 1 excerpt I posted)
Eight hundred years ago, there was a prosperous kingdom known as Xianle.
They were famous for their riches and extravagance, but most of all, they were known for their crown prince.
The Crown Prince of Xianle was pure and beautiful beyond comprehension, and skilled in both cultivation and the arts. By the way he was described and even worshipped, one even could have believed he was a god.
And then, at only seventeen years old, he ascended to heaven and really did become a martial god. The Heavenly Emperor himself even showed an interest in him. Many believed he was the luckiest boy in the three realms.
Three years later, the kingdom of Xianle fell into ruin.
An epidemic raged through the kingdom, leaving untouched only soldiers. On top of that, a part of Xianle known as Yong'An was also locked in a civil war with the capital. Soldiers from Yong'An overpowered the weakened Xianle and took over.
The remaining residents of Xianle blamed their god, their crown prince. If he couldn't cure them or save their kingdom, was he any better than a god of misfortune?
In reality, the Crown Prince of Xianle attempted to save his kingdom and failed. He was banished for descending from heaven to help mortals, and his efforts were for naught.
Soon after his banishment, the Crown Prince of Xianle turned his back on the world. He attempted to summon the disease that had plagued his kingdom, killing his last and most devoted believer in the process.
For hundreds of years, cities and kingdoms were laid to waste by his hand. He taught the crown prince of the new Yong'An kingdom, and then brutally killed the prince's family, wiping out half of the kingdom. Many believe he also orchestrated the downfall of the kingdom of Banyue. He became one of the four heavenly calamities, becoming known as White Flower Collecting Souls as his old name was erased by time. His eerie but docile title led many to underestimate his wrath and evil until it was too late.
For the past century or two, barely anything has been heard of White Flower Collecting Souls, leaving the three realms asking two questions: where has he gone, and when and where will he strike next?
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part of the prologue of my hualian swapped role fic! gonna do a part for hc next 👀 I am slowly but surely working out the lore and plot, and I think this fic will probably mostly follow the plot of tgcf with a couple of alterations (still unsure what to do about lang qianqiu and his backstory, but I don't want to spoil whatever I decide to do in case the fic ever gets to that point)
i had a lot of fun writing this part! ive kind of forgotten exactly how the tgcf prologue goes but I tried to base the format loosely on that (the prologue is supposed to be told from an outsider point of view; this is basically XL's legend/myth/established or popular "story")
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Xie Lian was angry. He was angry. He was so angry. He was angry, he was angry, he was angry, he was—
He was not angry at Wu Ming, the boy who kept changing his life and was now either purposely torturing him or failing to remember.
He wasn’t even angry at White No-Face. Bai Wuxiang. He hated him, he hated him, but he was not angry at him.
Xie Lian had stopped being angry at anyone a long time ago. He felt nothing towards anyone.
(That couldn’t be true. He hated, he had always hated, ever since he had been reborn. He hated, he hated, he hated—)
White Flower Collecting Souls had nobody to blame but himself. He was angry. He was angry. But he had always been angry at himself. When he was young, he was angry at others. He was angry at Mu Qing for leaving him, angry at Feng Xin for listening to him and leaving in the end as well, angry at his father, angry at his mother, angry at his Guoshi, angry at the heavenly emperor, angry at the gods, angry at heaven.
Angry at the ghost who had torn down Xianle like a poorly constructed gold foil palace.
But that was many centuries ago. Xie Lian had grown out of his anger. He was only ever angry at himself, and that really couldn’t be considered anger at all.
Anger was foolish, nonsensical, unnecessary. It wasn’t a strong enough word. Xie Lian hated himself, despised himself—
Right, he’d gotten off track. He was thinking about Wu Ming. Hua Cheng.
“Oh dear,” Xie Lian sighed, just now taking in his surroundings and remembering how he’d been screaming and tearing up the room he stood in just a few minutes ago. His throat was raw. He did not feel it. He did not feel anything.
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another extract for the calamity!xl / god!hc au! why did I start on chapter 2 before finishing chapter 1, you might ask? to that I say: please don't ask it'll make me sad :( (I do have the rest of chapter 1 vaguely planned out, so I might post another extract for that at some point)
as you can tell, the POV switches; currently I plan to switch every chapter but that might change depending on what POV fits the story better at that moment
i am slowly working my way through world building and story planning! ill be completely honest, this project was a spontaneous one so I kind of just jot down and incorporate ideas as they come lmao
A god of misfortune? No such person existed. Hua Cheng's frown deepened. "A god of misfortune? I've never heard of such a god. How would he ever get followers?"
Xie Lian barked a laugh at that. "You're right, you're right. I heard an interesting rumour once, that he had gotten banished from heaven and lost all of his followers."
(Something stopped him from asking why Xie Lian would worship a god of misfortune, why he would worship a god that he believes may no longer exist, why he would tend to the shrine so carefully and tenderly when it seemed futile.)
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part of the chapter 1 draft I'm working on for my tgcf au fanfic! the au premise is similar to one I've seen before but I wrote it a slightly different way:
HEAVY SPOILERS FOR TGCF BOOK 4 HERE BY THE WAY
after wu ming's sacrifice, xie lian (god autocorrect hates his name) was finally driven to become a calamity, but wu ming was saved when on the brink of death by jun wu (because let's be real, when has he ever passed up an opportunity to get 800 years long revenge on XL?) and ascended to godhood as a martial god, as well as the god of luck. hua cheng, having no memories of xianle (barring the basics of his early childhood) or XL, gave himself a new name and settled into godhood.
800 years later, while hua cheng is wandering through the mortal realm, he stumbles across a lonely shrine on a mountainside which is run by a kind young man who introduces himself as xie lian and talks about worshipping a god of misfortune who, as far as hua cheng can tell, doesn't exist and never has.
