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[dreams-of-fate]

[evcryopeneye]

@pcachlovc​​ gets a starter for Feng Wu & Lu Guang

Being on the run with a man she didn’t know wasn’t exactly how Feng Wu had been planning to spend the winter, but here she was, doing exactly that. If you had asked her a week ago, this would have sounded like the plot to a terrible romantic drama that she thought was too saccharine sweet to be stomached. Reality didn’t work like that. 

Reality was more brutal and abrasive than one like to really acknowledge, doing so, in FEng Wu’s experience, made people prickly and aggressive. Not everyone wanted to live with the truth of the matter in their faces. She could respect such an approach from the angle that it was a survival mechanism. She just didn’t meant to be the one using it to survive. 

“It was fine until you showed up,” Feng Wu could feel her skin prickling, why she couldn’t put her finger on as she felt a region of her brain itch. Worry and anxiety circled like hunting animals, “what do we do when they find us again…because they’re going to.”

[parahyah-arch]

@pcachlovc​​    ;      💚👀 (puts shijie in ur inbox)  / send to get a kiss from my muse!

𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. it isn't her fault that people like nadame jīn want more time with her, and in fact, he is grateful that the jīn is at least trying to put forth an effort   ( ... although he would strongly disagree that they are doing it for her.  )   and have made attempts on her behalf. however, seeing her in person again feels almost dreamlike. wèi yīng can feel tears burn in the corners of his eyes as he takes hurried steps in her direction, and once close enough, he pulls her in for an embrace. his lips curve into a grin as he remembers how it feels to see her.

  “   shījiě ...   ”   he softly breaths before his trembling lips press gently against her cheek. he timidly laughs as he pulls himself away and nods in an attempt to compose his emotions.

[indulgentia]

There was an attempt. ♡

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[peerlesscucumbr]

@pcachlovc ; plotted starter ; seo moonjo

It’s an irrational fear , he knows , the same kind everyone gets when they’re going to the doctor , but this time’s like the final boss . Forget yearly checkups , this is  — A DENTIST. Shen Yuan can’t help but to wonder who sets out in their life to be a dentist anyways ? Are they like ‘ yeah , my career should be making people cry as I stare down the void of their throat . ’ ?

Ah, but he shouldn’t be so critical . If dentists didn’t exist , this wisdom tooth he’s got digging into his mouth would just hurt forever and who knows what would go on with those cavities. He’s seen this guy a couple of times for medical advice , and from what Shen Yuan can tell he’s pretty professional . It helps a lot , considering he’s fully self-aware that he can get a bit chatty , especially when his nerves are acting out. ( He’s surprised his dentists hasn’t knocked his teeth yet out of spite. ) 

He’s fiddling with his mobile phone , catching up on some web novels before he hears his name called by the nurse.  It sucks that he’s gotta leave himself on a cliffhanger , but the marvelous world of dentistry was calling. He bids her goodbye , ending her shift early apparently . At least there would be no one around to call him a wimp behind his back when they hear his pitiful cries along with the sound of a drill. 

“ Doctor ,” he says amicably as he slides into the chair . Nervous laughter escapes as he nods towards Moonjo , “ Aha , this procedure , it won’t be so bad right ? ”

[bloodrainbloom]

He likes the way the city looks after a rainfall. Everything glistens and gleams, glitters and glows, as though they were encased in crystal. Even the muddied streets somehow look ethereal, the oil refuse of a hundred, thousand cabs transmogified into a scintillant sheen like carnival glass, reflecting the innumerable street lamps and signs like so many stars in the inky sky. 

But even amongst all the ebullience to catch one’s eye, San Lang’s attention is immediately drawn to the figure across the street: the funny little detective who’s at least brought a proper jacket to wear tonight, even if it’s tucked under his arm. White linen, of course. Pair to the ubiquitous, anachronistic trousers and waistcoat set he wears, day in and day out.  The sight of him tugs a reluctant half smile at the corner of mouth, inspires the start of his steps in pursuit of the detective, of a quickened pace that doesn’t slack until he’s gained his side. “Gege,” he greets him, breathless in spite of how little effort it took to catch up to him. “It’s a little late to be out, isn’t it? You’re not still trying to figure out how to get into that nightclub, are you? It’s chock-fill of nogoodniks in there. That’s what I hear.”

@pcachlovc   gimme that nerd

[thejiangcheng]

“i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” (puts shijie in ur inbox : ' D)

Jiang Cheng frowned. He had forgotten when was the last time he actually ate anything. Still, he tried. "A-jie, I am fine." He said, like a liar. Yanli was smiling, but he could tell that she would not go away until he had eaten something. He sighed.

"Fine. I will take a break."

He could never say no to his sister. "Thank you, a-jie." He made a bit of space, then took the bowl. "You should be resting, though."

[sasorikigai]

6, 18, 19 <3

meme for roleplay muns || @pcachlovc || accepting

6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses.

1. All of my muses (Hanzo Hasashi, Kuai Liang, and Jin Sakai) are curious observers of human facility, for they intentionally read from the book of human nature. They are exceptional workers and they bring such dedication and tenacity in their work as leaders (respective Grandmasters of their clans, and the Ghost who sacrifices himself to serve the public). Few can match their intensity when it comes to their drive and passion. 

2. They need to ease up - not just on themselves, but on others as well. They have remarkably high standards. 

3. They are coming apart at the seams - for different reasons - but they essentially are extremely capable warriors and survivors who either overcame death itself, or perpetually fights against it, in order to use their magnanimous heart in service of the others. They are self-sacrificial, yet struggling human beings. 

18. What is one thing you’d wish to see more in the rp community? 

I got two; which are kindness (positivity) and reciprocated interest and appreciations between partners. Genuinely support one another with utmost honesty without sugarcoated words and fake niceties. While actions show more than words themselves, sometimes hearing things from other rpers really can boost one’s morale, enthusiasm, passion, etc. 

19. Who is an author that inspires you? 

Richard Siken, although I only read ‘Crush’ a long while ago simply because a couple of people thought I write like him. My all-time favorite author always has been Haruki Murakami; his storytelling and narrative is always inquisitive and extraordinary, exploring missions of discovery, while his imageries being evocative of dream-like painting that could be interpreted in multiple ways. I really love that he writes like how one paints. His words are paints, and I love that he really doesn’t stick by the sketch to write his novels. 

[ptriarch]

                               the original and the remix. / @pcachlovc​.

            ❝   behold.   i   made   this.   ❞   you   did   not,   but   that   will   not   change   anything   about   her   introduction.   you   lift   the   very   unimpressed   five   month   old   into   the   air   to   show   her   off   to   your   sister.   ❝   meet   your   niece.   ❞

[aeipathic]

@pcachlovc​ says: for wen qing: medicinal herbs/ointment, petrichor, old parchment and ink, burnt metal

     meme || accepting

oh, i love this. i definitely think she tends to be associated with sharp smells — bitter or medicinal scents that linger on her hands.

[dreams-of-fate]

@pcachlovc​ said:  Mo Yuan puts his hands on either side of her face, even if she's likely to go off on him when she gains control of her expression again. "You are a beautiful little angry lady." Tone entirely too fond as he gives her cheeks a good squish, and then kisses her nose for good measure. "And I love you." (this mental image tickled me so here we are)

        Retort caught in her throat, the Third Lady of the Meishan Yu Clan eyed the man in disbelief. A touch of horror as well - fear that this was some sort of frivolous dream that crept into her mind once she fell asleep. Influenced by her family members comments and questions, ones she wasn’t privy to answering. With all going’s on and her life now as a widow... she hated questions to do with the man who found her that fateful day. Who forced her to come back to life. 

         Tears welled up in her eyes. Even after all those years married... Yu Ziyuan could not remember a time Jiang Fengmian said words like that to her. That she ever heard those words out of anyone’s mouths but her babes. 

[evcryopeneye]

@pcachlovc​​ time to dive in

“Ah Lu Guang,” his name said as a drawl, dragging it out, tone borderline begging as he attempted to get his own way. Cheng Xiaoshi was determined, when he was focused he could achieve anything, pestering, wearing down their resolve. “Lu Guang.” His name spoken again, as if it would somehow make him more attuned to agree to what he wanted.

“We could order dinner.” Who cared right now if they were strapped for cash, if he had to deal with another pot of instant noodles he was going to crack, “Burgers, how about that?”

[tiaowu-han]

a starter for @pcachlovc Tonight was special-- not that Shi Quinqxuan needed a reason to celebrate. She was willing to hold a toast to a pretty flower she happened by. Some might speculate that she was simply looking for an excuse to have fun. And they were absolutely right. But tonight was a festival! Which one? She did not care nor know... which was a part of the problem. While there was plenty of people, Shi Quingxuan could not make heads or tails were the festivities  So, naturally, she approached a young woman with a friendly wave. “Jeijei! You don’t happen to know what all the fuss is about?” And where this fuss could be found~

[indulgentia]

I have no quote or explanation for this.

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[cchilyoja]

“ i can relax anywhere . i just choose not to . ” (from yeon joo <3 welcome back bb)

; plucked from this MEME. - accepting. 

It would be his luck, or lack thereof, that she’d be as stubborn, if not more, than he was. One would think she wakes up daily and chooses to do things that would either annoy him or make things more difficult, for both of them. And he wasn’t sure she wasn’t doing just that. “ Keep telling yourself that, I can hear your hearbeat from across the room, might as well have a neon sign above your head with an arrow, indicating to anyone that cared when and where you were at all times. “

 It was one thing to take care of himself, that part he had mastered, or so he told himself. But her showing up out of nothing, out of thin air into his life had throw the proverbial wrench into the whole well oiled machine. After all this time and all the incidents the two of them faced, one thing was sure, she wasn’t trying to kill him or get him killed, at least not on purpose. Which made it all the more annoying. 

                                              “ We need to move, follow me and lay low. “

[priestlies]

❛     don ’ t   be   a   spoilsport ,   this   place   has   the   finest   wine   &   women   in   all   of   great   liang .   what ’ s   that   face   for ?     ❜

@pcachlovc​  for   wei   ling