In 2019, the year of the Golden Pig, the variety show "Female Idol Military Service" hits its 5th season, and it's the '95 liners' turn to participate.  //   Just a figment of my imagination. Will try to make something decent. My best shot at multifandom.

(1st book of series) - - - "I will kill them, if I die while doing that, I don't care, as long as I end them, I am happy"

Yiyang turns around and is met with a smile that curves eyes into perfect crescents, a smile that somehow manages to be dazzling even with a mask covering the lower half of her face. She almost has an urge to bow and say ‘shijie,’ an engrained habit, but then again, Xuanyi isn’t really her shijie, right? They aren’t in sister groups, after all. She isn’t in any group at all.

Love is worth fighting for But you can't be the only one fighting.

When Xuanyi hears Fu Jing say “I have to walk down this road alone,” she can’t help herself as she mouths No, Jing, I’m still here, I’ll always be here.

“I’m not ready for it to be over.” Fu Jing sniffs and brings a hand to wipe her eyes. For once, Xuanyi doesn’t beat her to it. “I thought I was ready for it but I’m not.”

Xuanyi smiles at her in a way that stretches the moment out into a little pocket of eternity. Fu Jing adds it to her collection. She imagines sewing all these moments together one day, until she can make an actual eternity for them.

“Let’s break up.”

“I don’t get you, Fu Jing.” “I’m not that complicated,” Fu Jing says. She really isn’t. Like many other consorts, she only cares about one person, always wants to see that one person, would do anything for that one person. It’s just that that person isn’t the emperor.

Five minutes and thirty one seconds after I walk into this restaurant, I can tell that it definitely isn’t a simple late night crawfish restaurant.

sequel to cosmic missions

Just a collection of drabbles of my favourite ships.

“It’s really not a big deal,” Xuanyi says as Fu Jing finishes dabbing ointment on her legs, being so careful about it Xuanyi can barely feel her touch.

“So do you think it’s impossible? Staying friends after you break up?” It’s not that it’s impossible, Xuanyi thinks, looking at Fu Jing’s back, her figure even thinner than usual but, as usual, she takes up all of Xuanyi’s sightline, occupies her entire vision and leaves no room for anyone else.

You’ve been on what feels like hundreds, thousands of stages, smiled out into millions of faces, felt an infinitude of adoration and enthusiasm and passion.