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just suddenly realizing that like all my muses always have a problem w jc lmao

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hi, sorry i disappeared again! consider this blog on a permanent hiatus. life is just too busy :(( but!! i am on discord, so if you’d like to discord rp, just hmu for my user!

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hi guys! i know it’s been a long time since i’ve been on this blog; work and life got busy, but i want to start writing on this blog again! i’ll be dropping most, if not all, threads i currently have.

like this for a short starter!

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𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 

         Though still hesitant, Mo Xuanyu finds himself nodding, hoping that there are still some good people left in Koi Tower. Wringing his hands, he moves to sit at the base of one of the opulent fountains. “Do you think I’m odd? Surely you’ve heard things by now. It wasn’t always this way, not when father was still alive but— now it’s all changed.”

   ❛    𝐎𝐃𝐃...?   ❜     yao chen wouldn’t be the best person to ask that kind of question. what is odd? what is normal? yao chen himself is an estranged and abnormal person—a cultivator but not allowed TO TOUCH A BLADE; a scholar but still young in his practice; a spiritual guide but spiritually lost himself. he sits next to mo xuanyu and puts a hand on his shoulder.      ❛   tides are always ebbing and flowing,    ❜    he says softly.      ❛   don’t get pulled out to sea, mo xuanyu.  ❜    

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          Nodding, Mo Xuanyu plucks one from the counter, twirling it carefully in his fingers. Pretty and dainty, not too ornate, but fancy nonetheless. In a way, it reminds him of himself. Currently, he isn’t sure whether or not that is a good thing. “I think they’re pretty.” The pin in his fingers is gently placed back where he found it, and he moves on to examine another one. “I’ve always thought they were pretty, but I wasn’t allowed such things in Mo Village. Here, everyone dresses so pretty, so no one cares what I wear.”

    𝐗𝐔𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄, folding his arms tightly underneath his underarms as he watches mo xuanyu play into the frivolities of street marketing shopping.     ❛   didn’t you come here to become A CULTIVATOR?   ❜     he asks, scoffing at mo xuanyu.     ❛   what would a cultivator have with things like this? besides, if you want a prettier, more extravagant dress, then just buy one. 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺? make a better and brighter one so people have to look at you.  ❜    

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𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇 

“I’m afraid much of life loses its sense of adventure when you get to my age,” Azrael lamented. 

Actually, now that Azrael thought about it, she had never felt a sense of adventure. She was just going through the motions, doing her duty as defined by the Heavens. Then the exhaustion set in and existence itself became a trial. But Azrael did enjoy seeing the innocence, the curiousity and the hope glimmering in the eyes of the young. She saw it in Sizhui, so pure of heart that the corners of her thin lips almost twitched into a faint smile. 

“Let us seek out danger and suffer the consequences, then,” She sighed. 

    𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄, but suddenly thinks about how rude that might be. if he had to guess, not older than his teachers, but one could never guess with those of GREAT SPIRITUALITY and foreboding auras. he bows his head slightly before he hears the approval. 

    adventure is easy to come by at his age and with his background. 𝑳𝑨𝑵 𝑱𝑰𝑵𝒀𝑰 was usually the bearer of adventure, able to find trouble anywhere he set foot, and lan sizhui was always just behind him, ready to jump into the fray. that’s who they must be as lans, right? he smiles at azrael.     ❛   good! YES... i’m not too familiar with the area, but… perhaps we can ask around.   ❜     

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐒 

WEI WUXIAN FLINCHES, feeling goosebumps grip his back and something squeezing his heart. Yes, I do. I do know how you feel. His sympathy was natural. It was impossible not to feel for those who lost their core to Wen Zhuliu and here, before him, watching the aftermath - of a family member in their grief, yielded a different sort of sympathy. Wei Wuxian had to resist the urge to pat his roommate on the shoulder, turning his gaze downwards as if to avoid Ruizhuo’s eyes and avoiding feeling guilty altogether. ❝I didn’t mean to humiliate you. I’m just terrible in situations like these. Sorry if anything I said sounded offensive.❞

He thinks for a moment, rubbing his shoulder before looking back up, honesty lit in his eyes. ❝Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?❞

    𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐈 𝐖𝐔𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐍 as a joking person, someone who doesn’t take anything seriously. that’s all ANYONE has ever really known him as—HERO COMPLEX, boisterous, troublemaker. who knew this kid could also be generous, kind, and compassionate? his demeanor calmed ruizhuo, even as he crosses his arms over his chest and pouts.

    ❛   it’s fine. what’s done is done… i just WORRY for my brother. they won’t even let me go see him. how can we leave 𝑳𝑰𝑼 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑻 with two young masters and i alone return as the only one? what… what if they K I L L him?   ❜     his voice shakes; his body shakes. 

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         Brain screeching to a halt, Wei Wuxian can do nothing but stare dumbly at Lan Zhan’s back. ‘Be a good boy’. That deep voice right at his ear, almost teasing, has rendered him useless, those words going right to the pit of his stomach where butterflies have begun to flutter. This is hardly the first time Lan Zhan’s tone wove into a teasing edge, yet it’s the first time it’s stopped him in his tracks.

          Swallowing thickly, he can feel his cheeks heating up, and the realization is almost mortifying. How could Lan Zhan’s words affect him so? At the moment he is like a swooning maiden, legs nearly as weak as they were earlier, after being pinned and kissed senseless by some shy, strong force. 

          Doing his best to shake himself from this haze, he forces himself to move forward, though it isn’t the boulder his gaze nor his thoughts lock onto. “Lan Zhan! To think they call me the shameless one!” he admonishes with a nervous little chuckle, unable to resist the challenge of returning a tease.

    𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒? would a phrase like that be considered shameless? part of wangji wants to smile. it’s satisfying to hear wei wuxian freeze up and become flustered. how amazing was he to bring the most shameless of cultivators, THE GREAT JOKESTER wei wuxian who dared sputter nonsense in the esteemed lan qiren’s class and openly defy gusu lan’s sacred traditions and rules! but another part of him kicks himself in the rear.

    𝑻𝑶 𝑩𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺.

    wei wuxian must be quite used to being called such, BUT NOT LAN WANGJI. his ears burn up as he remembers the press of soft lips against his own, the skin there tingling and burning from that way he had forced himself on wei wuxian. that… that was truly shameless, but he mustn’t let wei wuxian find that out, lest he be ridiculed and POSSIBLY REJECTED.

    lan wangji wants to quip back at wei wuxian, but words die on his tongue. the well-learned hanguang-jun is not quite SO WITTY around this cultivator, and if others ever caught on, they would laugh. instead of making a fool of himself with a weak response, lan wangji changes the subject, pushes again at the boulders before looking over his shoulder at wei wuxian.     ❛   to leave, we must move the boulders,  ❜     he says again.

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guillotinesuggestions‌:

Get up.

You’re not dead yet

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 

          minan seemed to think highly of him. which, yes, in minan’s defense, huaisang had been bending over backwards to make sure he did in an attempt to get his attention and win minan’s affection, maybe… hopefully… if he’s lucky… but huaisang might be digging himself into a hole here. 

          ( his brother had figured out that he only ever really try at practice when minan’s around and has started stationing him there as often as possible. this also meant he’s been missing less and less training. huaisang had made more progress in the last few months than he had in the last few years, and his brother kept sending him discreet smug looks, one which wouldn’t be apparent to anyone but huaisang. it’s really starting to get on his nerves.) 

          “ well, that’s fine and all but… do it for yourself, too. at the end of the day a knowledge is only beneficial to the person holding it.”  he remarked, the warmth underneath his skin remaining constant as long as minan’s smile persisted. 

          and ah, the last comment was — pure flattery. in between the wording and the small voice minan said it in, all he could do in response was blink owlishly and hummed out a confused noise. huaisang spent most of the time in their first lesson struggling to teach minan how to hold the brush properly, because at this point it’s muscle memory and he couldn’t for the life of him remember how his own teacher taught him all those years ago. the fact that he had to actually touch minan’s hand to correct him obviously didn’t help. every task completed, every achievement made, a professional tutor would’ve done it in half the time, and it made huaisang feel guilty because he’s wasting a lot of minan’s time.

THE OTHER NIE SERVANTS had told minan that there was something special about him. they say they’ve never seen nie gongzi work as hard as he had in the months since minan had arrived. minan hasn’t been TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS either. sect leader nie had specifically instructed minan to do this sewing or other chores by the courtyard, just within view of 𝑵𝑰𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑮𝒁𝑰.

( minan thought that maybe this is SECT LEADER NIE’S way of politely telling him that he’s not interested in minan—by keeping him as FAR AWAY from the sect leader as possible. minan can’t blame him. he’s not desirable; he’s not a woman; 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔; and the sect leader can’t afford any distractions, especially not when their sect was vulnerable. ) 

NEVERTHELESS, minan enjoys his time with the young master and watching him perform his routines. minan can’t imagine the stories that the other servants tell—of how nie gongzi is the  L A Z I E S T  person on the planet  ( maybe next to the infamous wei wuxian ).  he’s heard so many stories of nie gongzi who only whines and complains, who would rather be laying in the sun than doing practices—and that it was only sect leader nie’s instructions keeping nie gongzi in study and routine, but apparently something had shifted when minan came, and everyone seemed to know EXCEPT for him. 

   ❛    i appreciate it,  ❜     he says.    ❛     i’ll use this knowledge wisely.   ❜     his fingers smooth over the fabric again. he still doesn’t want to leave yet. bold, minan suddenly asks,    ❛     would… would 𝑵𝑰𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑵𝑮𝒁𝑰 grant this servant… a small favor?  ❜    

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okAY I SWEAR IM GONNA PUT OUT SOME REPLIES TODAY, but i will be dropping others :(( so i’m sorry if yours is among them, but we can always start something new!! it’s just been a long time since I answered a lot of these, so I think we need to start fresh threads! new year new threads!! 

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MDZS Manhua: Xue Yang

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lan wangji + eyes

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XUE YANG // novel chapter 40 × manhua chapter 94

Xue Yang wasn’t asleep either. He sat at the table, appearing as if he was thinking about something. A piece of candy lay silently on the edge of the table.

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my heart feels safe with you. it’s like it’s known you since the universe began.