#lin jingyan

[thekingsavatar-fan]

林敬言，生日快乐！

Happy birthday, Lin Jingyan! [wiki]

[quotablefanfiction]

Lord Grim: let’s just say i have my ways of securing other people’s silence Black Lightning: well that’s not ominous Black Lightning: hey, is that why Huang Shaotian is always angry at you nowadays? Lord Grim: oh no, he’s over it by now Lord Grim: that’s just him being himself

Ye Xiu and Huang Shaotian have an interesting friendship (chp. 11)

here in search of your glory by Synoshian (AO3) The King’s Avatar/Quánzhí Gāoshǒu – Explicit – Han Wenqing/Ye Xiu #Alternate Universe #Canon Divergence #Eventual Romance #Eventual Smut #Fluff #Humor #Family Feels #Team as Family #Developing Relationship #Light Angst #Emotional Hurt/Comfort #Background Relationships #Backstory #Ye Xiu joins Tyranny #Slow Burn #Slice of Life #Incomplete

“There’s more than one way to start over.”

[unforth]

So I stress-splurged a little and got the Aloha Comics official English translation of volume 1 of the Nirvana in Fire manhua. I sat down to read it but instead I just keep staring at how pretty the art is.

Look at her !!! My beautiful wife 😭😭😭

And...

And LOOK AT THIS PRECIOUS MURDER BOY

Anyway.

I can't say anything about the translation yet but. It's shiny.

[circumference-pie]

NiF + "One Art" [x]

[finrodsfelagunds]

Quote: The Lord of the Rings, The Return of the King

Nirvana in Fire: Episode 54

[a-little-lost-in-my-own-head]

It always destroys me, how Mei Changsu plays up his shemingness and ruthlessness, pretending to be evil strategist, just so Jingyan doesn't accidently start liking him. Like, he knows, he has to, that Jingyan might like him anyway, even without revealing his true identity. And that if he likes him he will put him above the crown in his list of priorities. Just...

[imsorryandthankyou]

I have been in a love/hate relationship with this video for 2 years, making sure it was perfect, but I'm so happy and proud of how it turned out. This is my first Nirvana In Fire video, and hopefully, I will be making more.

This video is dedicated to @not-saying-revolution-but after she made me a gifset from Guardian.

Drama: Nirvana In Fire (琅琊榜) Song: This is War Artist: Thirty Seconds to Mars Edit: imsorryandthankyou

[palehorsemen]

[kimboo-york]

Nirvana in Fire rec list & Resource database!

I have been busy updating my NiF database! I have added a new tab, "Resources," which contains links to all kinds of information about the drama Nirvana in Fire, the novel Lang Ya Bang, and cultural/historical facts/meta!!!!

Here's a peek:

So whether you are a fan who just wants to know more, or a fanfic writer who needs to know more, please partake of all the great information here!

If you have any suggestions for resources I have missed, please let me know.

[bitterflames]

xiao-shu, no

[murderedbyhomework]

Xiao Jingyan 🤝🏻 Fang Duobing

Falling in love with their boyfriend's more scheming, sickly identities and actually appreciating and caring about that side of them before they find out that their boyfriend is actually the bright, glorious sun that was their childhood love

[thekingsavatar-fan]

林敬言, 生日快乐!

Happy birthday, Lin Jingyan!   [wiki]

[junemermaid]

[NiF fic snippet]

so in order to unblock myself on my first NiF WIP I started another NiF WIP, surely nothing can go wrong here

post-canon, everyone lives au, ot3 agenda in full swing. unofficially titled one beautiful morning, Lin Shu woke to find the Son of Heaven at his door.

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The gate to the yard is open. He is under no illusion that he's been let this close unobserved, but he ties his horses next to the watering trough by the gate, and goes in.

The path to the house is paved with smooth stones. Somewhere out of sight, chickens cluck and flutter, and a pigeon coos mournfully. A woman emerges from the house: a trim, solid figure in the shade of the veranda.

"Husband," she calls over her shoulder, "the messenger is here! I'll see him in."

She comes into the sunlight, and he chokes on nothing but the sight of her. Her garb is simple, unlike the rich silks she would wear to court, but the years sit lightly upon her shoulders; the spring in her step is as supple as ever. While her hair is tied low in the sedate fashion of a married woman, it still falls down her back thick and dark as a stroke of good ink.

Last time he saw her, she knelt to him at a private audience and asked for his leave to marry. Her betrothed, his dearest friend, their childhood companion, had lived through the battles in the north. A miraculous recovery, some claimed. The skill of his doctor, she asserted.

She brought the news knowing it would be a sword through his heart, and still she was right when she said, I did not want you to hear this from anyone else. I hope you will forgive me someday, Your Majesty.

There's nothing to forgive, Princess, he told her, half-strangled by hurt and relief and breathtaking love. He is alive. How can I not be glad?

With an aching smile and another obeisance, she left with his imperial permission to wed the jianghu scholar Su Zhe.

Here, in the sunlit yard, it takes her a few paces to understand he isn't coming to meet her or offering a greeting, like the courier she's mistaken him for would. Her brow furrows—there are lines there he does not remember, either—and slowly, her hand goes to her mouth.

He watches her war with herself, swamped in her astonishment. Her gaze swims with the same tangled things that shoot up into his own mind, splintering the lull of the ride.

If she says Your Majesty now, he—he does not know. He will crumple and fall. He journeyed for a month to be here, and there, the plan ends.

"Xiao Jingyan," Mu Nihuang whispers through her trembling fingers. "What are you—how in the name of—"

Should he bow, he thinks, wild, unmoored—kneel in the sand of the yard like a lord of yore, come to entreat a sage hidden in the hills?

Mu Nihuang is no sage, or even a wife to one. But she was once the Princess-Marshal of Yunnan. She's rarely met a hurdle she did not try to vault head-on.

"Stay there," she says, as if he would move for all treasures in the empire. She rounds on her heel to shout back into the house, "Beloved husband! Perhaps you'd care to explain why the Son of Heaven, His Imperial Majesty, may he reign for ten thousand years, is standing in my yard?"

There is a loud clatter from inside. His heart jolts in echo: beloved husband. The tint of fondness in her annoyance. This peaceful, prosperous house, the veranda freshly sanded, the jasmine in bloom, like dawn clouds perched on the boughs.

What is he doing? As if compelled by the same question, Nihuang looks him up and down: travel-stained, dishevelled, half-mad with purpose and yearning.

"I'm not that anymore," he says, rough with disuse. The horses do not make for great conversationalists. "I left, Nihuang. I stepped down."

tbc

[neuxue]

Xiao Jingyan: 你一定要把自己做的事都说得如此狠绝吗？// Must you speak so ruthlessly of everything you do? Mei Changsu: 我本来就是一个狠绝之人。人素来只会被朋友出卖，敌人是永远没有出卖和背叛的机会的。// I am a ruthless person. One can only be sold out by a friend; an enemy will never have the opportunity to sell or betray you. Xiao Jingyan: 这个我信。但你可知，你若如此待人，人必如此待你。先生如此聪慧，这个道理不会不懂吧。// That, I believe. But you must know that if you treat people this way, that is how they will treat you. With your intelligence, surely you must understand this. Mei Changsu: 我明白……可是我不在乎。殿下尽可以用任何的手段来试探我、考验我，我都无所谓。因为我知道自己心里忠于的是什么。我从来都没有想过要背叛。// I understand… but I don’t care. Your Highness may use any method you like to test me, examine me; it doesn’t matter. Because I know where my own heart's loyalties lie. And I have never held thoughts of betrayal.

anyway let's just add this to the 'conversations that are going to fucking haunt Xiao Jingyan once he realises who he was having them with' list

(it's like the langya list but with more knives)

[friedwizardwhispers]

Thirteen years ago, when he came back to the capital:

[finrodsfelagunds]

Nirvana in Fire as Mean Girls Quotes