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funnel-webbed-au · 8 months

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Crash

"Hey, you've reached Yang Nezha. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now, and if your name is Bai Xian, have patience. I'll be home soon."

Nezha's pre-recorded message played through Bai Xian's phone for the fourth time that hour, and the serpent nearly dropped her phone. He knew his partner would come home one day, but when, he didn't know. The snake could still almost feel the Deity's hands on their hips, and the desire for it to be real once more made their head swim.

When was the last time they'd spoken? She didn't remember. All they knew... was that their mind was starting to crack at the very foundations in the absence of the man they held so close. His presence equalized their temperatures. Xian's heterothermia left them cold at night and in the morning, while Nezha's internal flame was hard to satiate.

The absence of that tore at the seams of Bai Xian's sanity.

There was nothing in this world that could result in the kind of grief, in the kind of isolation that made the Viper Lord a puppet to her own emotions, to her own insanity, to her darkest desires and wishes. The snake could feel his pupils contracting with every passing second, sharpening into horrible slits as the hue of her scales shifted from navy blue to indigo in a matter of seconds.

Bai Xian crushed the ceramic mug in her other hand, then set her phone down. As he raised his hands to his veil, he swallowed harshly, closing his eyes in the calm and the quiet of the palace lounge. As the garment hit the floor, Xian's teal hair fell down over her shoulders, long and wavy, reminiscent of her favorite monster.

Medusa.

It felt fitting, how Xian had been deemed a monster in the wake of someone else's wrongs against them. It was fitting how now, Xian took the role of the Devourer, of a beast that would stain the sea red and gold with the blood of the Dragons and Gods alike who had ruined her, and who had started everything.

The ones who had broken her darling.

And now, the ones who refused to let them see him again. Xian took in a deep breath, conflicted. Nezha wouldn't want this. He'd get onto them for this, he'd scold the serpent for this. But he wasn't here now. He couldn't stop them.

~ Memory ~

Nezha walked in the front door to the Yang palace, sighing heavily. He was immediately beseeched by the greedy, urgent touches of the serpent that adored him so dearly. As she set her hands on his waist, he simply sighed, relaxing. What harm would they do, after all?

"Sshah... I missed you, darling lotus." Xian's purrs were almost intoxicating to hear, even more so the way they wrapped their tail around Nezha's, ever so gently. They were always mindful of what he was willing to do, how far he could go. Nezha smiled gently, wrapping his arms around the shorter immortal's shoulders. He was always here when he needed him.

"...I missed you, too, Xian." The way his voice was softer than velvet against the serpent's ears, that gentle, quiet intimacy... it was something they'd sorely missed. The ancient Deity set his head on the Viper Lord's shoulder, resting there while she admired his figure. He was strong, yet lean and lithe.

But he wasn't just a pretty face. Xian flicked her tongue out as the Deity pulled back to look at her, then set his hand on the serpent's cheek. They leaned into the touch, savoring how gentle and reserved he could be at times like this.

Nezha pulled his hand away, then set his forehead against the Viper Lord's. That intimacy without any heat to it, without anything beyond the connection between their hearts, it made both of their hearts sing. The trust they shared, the bond everlasting between them, it wouldn't be dying anytime soon.

~ Present ~

Whatever the hell they had, Xian loved it, Xian loved Nezha. His absence chipped away at their sanity, and as the serpent opened the grand double doors to the palace garden, a dreary air settled over the greenery.

All while Xian's facade slipped.

"If this is the will of the Gods... I will bleed them dry."

With those words, the serpent disappeared into the world beyond the palace gates.

#[arc two - toxic tides - post-canon]#[The Indigo Death - The Viper Lord - Bai Xian (OC)]#lmk oc #lmk oc: bai xian

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glitchyko · 4 months

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Hehehe, the little sillies but they’re not human, they reject humanity-

I’ve been thinking of the little sibling trio having forms of basically what they are/what their big siblings is associated with and I finally got some actual finalized designs for these forms

Bai He as a monkey was actually kinda difficult to do (mainly coloring wise), I wanted her to be a golden snub nosed monkey, and that’s why she’s got redish hair and her arms hands, legs and feet are thicker, cause those funky monkeys have thicker limbs from what I could tell, the reason why her fingers and toes are blue is cause she was basically a living popsicle while LBD possessed her, and the blue eyes/light hair strands are also a side effect of the possession

Xian’s dragon form has been something I’ve been wanting to draw more for a while, and I did have a design down down for it (two actually, the second was a redesign but still) but tbh it could’ve been better? Plus I just couldn’t draw dragons good so I used this as a chance to improve the design and figure out how to draw dragons and they’re actually really fun to draw hxggehdh

Qingling’s bull demon form design was already pretty clear in my head? I had a pretty solid idea of what she’d look like, but before I finished I actually ended up making her bangs?/fur cover her eyes to help distinguish her from dbk since they both have purple fur, and I ended up really liking having her fur bangs (???) cover her eyes, Red Son is a bit awkward when she’s in that form cause she looms over him, even though he’s her big brother-

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skellebonez · 1 year

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I yelled about your blorbo for like two google doc pages, now you have to hear me yell about mine, it's only fair. You dug your own brainrot hole (and mine. thank you.) by answering these humongous asks

Nezha looks like he's in his twenties and he's absolutely been in and out of young life crises for his entire fucking existence, someone hand him some soda so he'll be lively at the party and not pass out before it even starts. I headcanon that he can get similar sugar highs that kids can. Give him a bottle of soda, and he'll be sweet and active for the next few hours and then crash.

He is. a little bit pudgy. just enough to cup his face like a pet and it be cute. His reactions to being called cute are either his knee-jerk "NO, I'M NOT >:(" or "Yes, I am, now pet me. This is not a request." His beloved shifu, Erlang Shen, adores him for this.

SPEAKING OF ERLANG SHEN. Nezha and Erlang have a very adorable son-adopted father dynamic because Nezha needs a good paternal figure dammit leave me to my fluff. Erlang trains Nezha when the latter of the two isn't dropping on his feet from exhaustion, and when he is, Erlang isn't shy about carrying him to bed.

Nezha's attitude towards MK is in the same ballpark as his attitude towards SWK. He thinks MK is reckless, but that he has potential if he can learn to fucking plan ahead, for the love of all that is sweet and carbonated.

He likes Mei but every now and again, he has a crisis over the fact that she's distantly related to Ao Lie, who's the nephew of Ao Guang. Nezha is more afraid of Ao Guang than anything else since he keeps having nightmares about that One Legendary Moment in his myth.

Something Nezha says once in a blue moon is that he has three homes, and one of them is a cramped apartment with his little brother. He's referencing MK when he says this. Sometimes he'll also say it's in the bowels of a volcano hidden away from the rest of the world, and then he's referencing Red Son.

NEZHA HAS FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS. He doesn't go anywhere without them. They have charms on them that match people he cares about. He has charms for Iron Fan, Erlang Shen, MK, Red Son, Mei, Sandy, SWK, and charms for two OCs, Lian Lanhua who belongs to that-one-enby-onyx, and Bai Xian, my snake pseudo nun who has some really great lore I'll go into detail about in another ask. If I named my snake badly, please inform me. (Bai Xian is she/he/they, Lian is she/her)

INHALES

Ramble over, I hope you enjoyed this completely self indulgent tangent about my interpretation of Nezha ft. OC mentions + MK, Red, and Erlang.

...my autism is showing. Oh well. Shrug.

Honestly, I accepted my fate the second you sent your first ask xjxjdjjd. I will gladly listen to all blorbo ramblings.

I absolutely adore it when people make Nezha and MK have a brother like bond. And I really really like the way that you have him interacting with Erlang Shen! (He also absolutely deserves All of the soda in the universe.)

His iffy relationship with Mei also makes complete sense! And the fact that he feels close enough to Red Son and MK to consider their homes his secondary homes is delightful.

I do genuinely enjoy your rambles! And your OCs sound interesting.

As for names, I suggest double-checking possible characters in Mandarin and Cantonese and the like for the chosen name and cross reference those with other words/names to make sure it all makes sense together! There is a little bit of leeway with stories like LMK since half of the characters have names like "demon bull king", so it's ok if a name doesn't make 100% complete sense as a normal name in our universe, but it is still always good to check! You never wanna have that moment when you realize your character's name accidentally translates to something unintentionally weird like Canned Fish because you didn't google it (I actually saw somebody legitimately name their character this in another fandom before someone pointed it out).

#skelleask

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funnel-webbed-au · 9 months

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The Fangs of the Great Devourer

Riley's Notes: Bai Xian has an obsessive attachment to Nezha. Separation can make her violent. He loses his mind and it forces the hands of others to restrain him.

Yang Jian braced himself for the scathing words that he knew would come from one of his beloved housekeepers. It had scarcely been a year since Nezha's disappearance, and the ancient serpent was already a danger to herself and everyone around her. As Yang Jian approached the cave where the serpent had resigned himself, he couldn't help the tension in his body.

The vicious teal eyes that peered through the darkness only served as a warning and a threat delivered without a single spoken word. Erlang shivered, and fought the urge to reach for the Tri-Tipped Spear he had strapped to his back. Such a powerful artifact was perpetually charged with energy, especially now, and the lightning arcs on it only emphasized it.

"Bai Xian. Calm yourself, I do not need any more blood on my hands, especially not yours. Do not force my hand. Nezha will return to us, in due time. Patience-"

"And what do you know of patience, pray tell, o' storm warrior of the bloodstained mountain?"

The way Bai Xian's voice tore through his mind like the same lightning he'd used to punish Sun Wukong so long ago felt painfully familiar. The serpent had some nerve to remind him of such a mistake, one he still regretted to this day.

Erlang turned around with a maelstrom at his heel, and stopped right in front of the barrier that kept their combined animosity at bay. The electric sparks that arced across his armor would have had any Deity shaking in their boots. This was Erlang Shen, after all, and one of his recent titles was the Arbiter of Justice. He wasn't just an illustrious sage, but a warrior Deity and a master tactician.

And he made that known to everyone who crossed him.

“It is not your place to judge me for my mistakes, Bai Xian, and it is not your place to rub venom in the wounds that they've left behind.” The tone of voice he'd taken on was one rarely heard by the outside world. He was sick and tired of having to use it, of having to bring his spear to bear.

Yet, he wielded the Tri-Tipped Spear with a sense of vengeance clawing at his heart, one he hadn't felt since his family had been torn apart for the first time, when he was very young. The blood he had shed in his grief and fury was unforgivable, and here he was… ready to do it again.

History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme.

Yang Jian paused, shivering as he realized the mistake he was about to make. The old dog strapped his spear to his back, then released a shaky breath, all while the Indigo Death simply stared at him, a smug sense of triumph plastered on the serpent's face.

Before the serpent could attempt to take their frustrations out on the ancient storm Deity, Erlang Shen raised his hand, casting a restraint spell that anchored the serpent to the floor of the cave with golden chains. The Indigo Death released the screech of a specter, one with unfinished business in the world of the living.

“You cannot keep me here forever, 'Your Highness'. If this world wants to take my darling from me, then I will burn in it the same cleansing pyre that my darling must suffer bearing. You know that it's only a matter of time until I escape.“

Yang Jian knew damn well. He recalled when he had been summoned to help tend to the East Sea Dragon King, who had been poisoned by one of the servants that he had employed. That was a long year, alright, especially since the only evidence that servant had ever been there were deep, indigo scales sprinkled throughout the places Bai Xian had frequented leading up to the incident.

”I know. I also have faith that my son will return, in due time. You cannot claim to love him if you do not trust that he will come back to us as soon as he can, no matter how long that takes. Patience is a virtue you are lacking in, Viper Lord, and I thought snakes were ambush predators.“

Bai Xian released a horrible hiss, filling the cave that would become his prison with the sounds of hatred, of wrath, anger, and longing.

”Nezha will come home… he always does.“

Bai Xian fell deathly still, for even Yang Jian himself no longer sounded certain.

#[arc two - toxic tides - post canon]#[the grass is greenest after the rain - stormy - yang jian/erlang shen]#[The Indigo Death - The Viper Lord - Bai Xian]#lmk yang jian #lmk erlang shen #lmk oc #lmk oc: Bai Xian

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