Latest Posts by code-crow - Page 12

kitties

Is he...y'know...[tender, emotional music playing]

glad gerard is still on his catholic imagery fixation

TGCF book 3: Hualian are in the coffin this is not straight content

TGCF live action: in a coffin five feet apart

first song in 8 years from my chemical romance????

they sleep

He wasn’t scared of falling. All these years, he’d fallen many times. But falling on the ground still hurt, after all. If someone was there to catch him, it’d be more than wonderful.

Mxtx is the only author where I actually want her to write corresponding novels in the LIs POV. I wanna know Luo Binghe's absolute bonkers thought process. I wanna know about Lan Wangji's gay teen thoughts, and the thirteen years after Wei Wuxian's death, taking care of Lan Sizhui etc. I wanna know literally anything else about Hua Cheng's past. I would pay for all three in a heartbeat.

obsessed with golden core scene

a little bit of hope, maybe

dummy first years

Hua Cheng [in heaven kicking the asses of those 33 heavenly officials]:

Xie Lian [on earth unaware of what’s going on up in heaven, just collecting scrap and unbothered]:

Illustrations for vol.1 of the russian edition by anteikovich

Pictures by hourlyfengqing on twitter and 28oi's official site

what if wwx sang instead of whistled?

it’s just a thought i had while browsing tiktok (don’t judge me) and watching a woman sing a hauntingly beautiful song in a staircase with beautiful echoes - what if wwx sang instead of using a flute or whistling?

just imagine you’re some random wen guarding a watchtower and you suddenly hear quiet, soothing singing - and then you hear screaming, and see corpses, and die a painful death. imagine jc and lwj watching wwx sing wen chao to death; maybe sitting somewhere, or leaning against the wall, or standing almost uncomfortably close to him, and singing a haunting little song as he’s tortured.

imagine being on the battlefield, fighting to stay alive, and coming across wwx, singing calmly while surrounded by bodies.

imagine what it’d take to take this peculiar cultivation away this time - to silence him.