hi! i am elle, i am a self-proclaimed ju yang number 1 devotee and peifengqing ceo.i shitpost in twitter and sometimes write fanfics in ao3. i mainly write for tgcf and ships like hualian, fengqing, beefleaf, fenglian, peiqing, peifengqing, all pei ships, etc. i'm not that good, but writing is a way of expressing my emotions, so please bear with me. i am not a professional, just a depressed person writing her favorite fictional characters to cope with the stressors in life.do not interact:

+Blue and Red Make Bruises; #fengqing

Their situation was fucked up. Mu Qing knew it from the beginning when they were inches from striking a punch at each other or lunging in for a kiss. They picked the latter, and since then, they have kept their passion behind closed doors in either one of their palaces.For a good while, they thought their relationship would last—just the two Southern Gods against the world. But fate had other plans in the form of Jian Lan and her son.Mu Qing knew Feng Xin was a good person, even though he would instead be paid to say it out loud. He knew Feng Xin would like to take responsibility for his actions, so he chose her and Cuo Cuo.Mu Qing understood, so he distanced himself from their family, only to be dragged back to be the best man. He was present in the wedding preparations, pretending he cared. He told himself it would be fine to support Feng Xin before his wedding.But when the big day finally came, he couldn't bring himself to stand by Feng Xin's side as he tied his fate with someone who was not him.

+A Better Boyfriend; wlw #fengqing

"What an asshole," Feng Xin said in gritted teeth."I know. I shouldn't have come here and wasted my time waiting for him to finish up—"Mu Qing's heart skipped a beat as Feng Xin leaned in close. "You deserve so much better than him. You're too pretty for that prick."Her breath was warm against Mu Qing's ear, but her voice sounded calm and soothing. Then Feng Xin's fingers brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek with her rough thumb, something Mu Qing didn't expect from her. She wondered what Feng Xin does for a living."And how about you waste your time with me, hmm?" Feng Xin proposed as she leaned her elbow against the counter. Her posture exuded an effortless grace. With her head resting gently on her hand, she seemed at ease, the subtle curve of her lips hinting at a secret amusement."What?""I can be a better boyfriend than him."For a moment, Mu Qing was speechless, her thoughts glitching in her mind.What did she say?

+Satiated; #beefleaf

“Ah… Ming-xiong, that’s right… it feels so good.”Lady Wind Master Qingxuan wasn't sure how this whole thing happened in the first place.She had just ascended from entertaining concerns in the mortal realm about whirlwinds ruining crops and houses. She reckoned it was purely accidental on her part. She got drunk last night and may or may not have used her Wind Master Fan improperly, causing columns of air to be released to the mortal realm. She did her best to fix the issue and rid the whirlwinds out of the affected villages.The moment the Wind Master returned to the Heavenly Capital, she thought of visiting her good friend, Lord Earth Master Yi who was still recovering from his injuries inflicted by the biggest menace of all three realms. She wanted to see his condition, praying that he was somewhat better than the last time they saw each other.As Shi Qingxuan stepped into Lord Earth Master Yi's chamber, her heart clenched with worry at the sight before her. Ming Yi lay upon his bed, his form hunched in pain, his features drawn and weary. She had hoped for improvement since their last encounter, but it seemed that his condition had only worsened.She wanted to help relieve his pain. She'd do everything—anything! For him.That was the plan, but she didn't expect it would actually end up with her moaning his name as he savored every bit of her for spiritual powers.

+Wouldn't It Be Nice?; #hualian

Mu Qing spoke first, “Your Highness…” then he looked at Feng Xin before saying, “I’ve been a bit fatigued these days. My memory is fuzzy but can you tell me what we’ve been doing the past few days?”Xie Lian raised a brow. “Haven’t we been cultivating in the royal temple with the state preceptor? You were also training with Feng Xin yesterday. I don’t know what happened then but you two fought like wild dogs.”Feng Xin looked like he was about to say something but Mu Qing beat him to it first.“Your Highness, where’s Hua Cheng?”Hua Cheng… Xie Lian’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of this name. But who was it?“Who are you talking about? Who’s Hua Cheng?”Or... Xie Lian woke up without his memories from 800 years ago. He doesn't know that. He's convinced that this was the State Preceptor's doing or he was held at ransom by someone named Hua Cheng. Either way, he needed to find them to fix this situation. Despite his determination to uncover the truth, Xie Lian meets a gentleman named San Lang and abandons his quest for memories, prioritizing time with him at Mount Taicang instead.