Wēn Qíng.
@healingsentiment.bsky.social
"Who is leading me on my destined path?" [RP account for The Untamed, parody, all rights reserved. MDNI.]
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That thread of desire to save lives still remains in my heart.
🧵 Wen Qing, new to character.
🧵 Entirely Untamed-based.
🧵 Lesbian interpretation.
🧵 Wen Qing, new to character.
🧵 Entirely Untamed-based.
🧵 Lesbian interpretation.
She's fallen asleep over her studies again.
This is quite unfortunately becoming habit.
This is quite unfortunately becoming habit.
February 27, 2025 at 2:46 AM
She's fallen asleep over her studies again.
This is quite unfortunately becoming habit.
This is quite unfortunately becoming habit.
She's chopping herbs, seemingly preparing some kind of tincture.
January 13, 2025 at 1:00 AM
She's chopping herbs, seemingly preparing some kind of tincture.
She appreciates that vote of confidence. All she truly ever wanted was to be a healer, everything else was... circumstance.
January 5, 2025 at 7:26 PM
She appreciates that vote of confidence. All she truly ever wanted was to be a healer, everything else was... circumstance.
She likes to think so.
January 5, 2025 at 1:59 AM
She likes to think so.
Contrary to popular opinion, she practices medicine ethically.
January 5, 2025 at 12:20 AM
Contrary to popular opinion, she practices medicine ethically.
Straight people exist?
January 4, 2025 at 5:43 AM
Straight people exist?
|| yu ziyuan/madame jin save me. save me madame jin/yu ziyuan.
January 4, 2025 at 1:46 AM
|| yu ziyuan/madame jin save me. save me madame jin/yu ziyuan.
She's cleaning her area and sanitizing her supplies, something she has had no time to do lately.
December 29, 2024 at 12:47 AM
She's cleaning her area and sanitizing her supplies, something she has had no time to do lately.
Who heals the healer?
December 28, 2024 at 7:51 PM
Who heals the healer?
|| UGH why do gifs never work for me on this app
December 28, 2024 at 1:19 AM
|| UGH why do gifs never work for me on this app
She thinks life would be easier if the people around her didn't constantly press her to break her ethical boundaries.
December 27, 2024 at 2:02 AM
She thinks life would be easier if the people around her didn't constantly press her to break her ethical boundaries.
She's attempting to redecorate. Just a little bit. A tiny pick-me-up for the mind.
December 25, 2024 at 12:19 AM
She's attempting to redecorate. Just a little bit. A tiny pick-me-up for the mind.
She steps forward boldly, making sure that she met his eyes.
"Never." She repeated.
"Never." She repeated.
December 24, 2024 at 3:42 AM
She steps forward boldly, making sure that she met his eyes.
"Never." She repeated.
"Never." She repeated.
Even with the weight of the conversation, the accusation catches her so off guard that it felt like a slap.
"Never." She promised, with conviction. How could she possibly hate him? The boy who stared back at her with her eyes?
"Never." She promised, with conviction. How could she possibly hate him? The boy who stared back at her with her eyes?
December 24, 2024 at 3:22 AM
Even with the weight of the conversation, the accusation catches her so off guard that it felt like a slap.
"Never." She promised, with conviction. How could she possibly hate him? The boy who stared back at her with her eyes?
"Never." She promised, with conviction. How could she possibly hate him? The boy who stared back at her with her eyes?
Her eyes look down, the weight of memory on her shoulders.
"No. I respect her too much to hate someone she cared so dearly for."
She chose to omit how she felt about the particulars. How she once begrudged that path, and how she still feels some level of guilt for where it lead.
"No. I respect her too much to hate someone she cared so dearly for."
She chose to omit how she felt about the particulars. How she once begrudged that path, and how she still feels some level of guilt for where it lead.
December 24, 2024 at 3:15 AM
Her eyes look down, the weight of memory on her shoulders.
"No. I respect her too much to hate someone she cared so dearly for."
She chose to omit how she felt about the particulars. How she once begrudged that path, and how she still feels some level of guilt for where it lead.
"No. I respect her too much to hate someone she cared so dearly for."
She chose to omit how she felt about the particulars. How she once begrudged that path, and how she still feels some level of guilt for where it lead.
Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, an old emotion flittering across her face that she quickly dismisses.
"Yes." It's an honest answer. "She loved him very much."
"Yes." It's an honest answer. "She loved him very much."
December 24, 2024 at 3:04 AM
Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, an old emotion flittering across her face that she quickly dismisses.
"Yes." It's an honest answer. "She loved him very much."
"Yes." It's an honest answer. "She loved him very much."
|| my favorite hobby is writing things that make me sad
December 24, 2024 at 2:45 AM
|| my favorite hobby is writing things that make me sad
She doesn't respond immediately, a lump caught in her throat. She attempts to swallow, a shallow push of a long-lost pain that could never be so easily pushed down.
"I like to think so." Is all she can manage.
"I like to think so." Is all she can manage.
December 24, 2024 at 2:38 AM
She doesn't respond immediately, a lump caught in her throat. She attempts to swallow, a shallow push of a long-lost pain that could never be so easily pushed down.
"I like to think so." Is all she can manage.
"I like to think so." Is all she can manage.
Another short breath, one careful to hide pain.
"The world happened." She replied. "Life. Duty. Many things that were outside of our control."
"The world happened." She replied. "Life. Duty. Many things that were outside of our control."
December 23, 2024 at 7:21 PM
Another short breath, one careful to hide pain.
"The world happened." She replied. "Life. Duty. Many things that were outside of our control."
"The world happened." She replied. "Life. Duty. Many things that were outside of our control."
She took a small breath, eyes slowly blinking.
"We were... very close, yes."
"We were... very close, yes."
December 23, 2024 at 6:00 PM
She took a small breath, eyes slowly blinking.
"We were... very close, yes."
"We were... very close, yes."