#yuanre

[pctaldrunk]

@yuanre​​ asked   :    🍎 - If you had to chose a new faceclaim for your muse, who would you pick? | 🍓 - What’s your sweetest rp experience so far? | 🌽 - Is there a fandom you’re too intimidated to join?    -  munday meme (accepting)

🍎 - If you had to chose a new faceclaim for your muse, who would you pick?     This is like...an a c t u a l nightmare scenario, right? Sometimes I lie down to sleep and then my eyes suddenly fly open as the thought flies through my head: “oh god if any of my fcs get cancelled I’m going to d i e.” So...I would like to say n o o n e because I don’t wanna choose new faceclaims for my muses hahahahaHAHAHA b u t I do sometimes consider swapping in L.iu Y.uning for J.i M.ingfeng? Also I squinted at L.u H.an a lot for X.ie L.ian when I started out with him, but I guess now I’m comfortable so I’d like to stay here haha. 

🍓 - What’s your sweetest rp experience so far?     o k so like this is not an experience but it also kinda i s but I just think it’s really sweet that @personnages​ lynna and I just like...randomly pop into dms to talk about nothing and anything after 4 years of friendship, 3 years of which hasn’t even necessarily been rpc related : ‘ ) Like I just think it’s neat that we met that long ago on a blog that feels...wow, so ancient and different, but like now we’re a couple years down the line and hanging out still. I JUST LOVE LYNNA THIS IS A LOVE LYNNA ANSWER <3 

🌽 - Is there a fandom you’re too intimidated to join     I’m already here, but I’ll be honest, I was very intimidated by the T.GCF rpc when I was debating whether or not to join / just starting out. I think now that I’m a little bit more confident my portrayal isn’t completely garbage I feel a lot better haha. I also keep thinking I’m finally going to pick up an S.VSSS muse to complete the triad (tm) but like...I’d probably Main Character It and that just feels like “Dealing With Dupe Anxiety (Which is Entirely My Own Problem) Pt. 2.” I may...end up doing it anyway, at some point in my life, since I’ve clearly thought about it and have clearly b e e n thinking about it...but you know, it might be lowkey.

[vulpesse-arc]

{no hugs, but he would try to stab her, you know, affectionally~}

here is a plot idea:   he tries to stab her,  she tries to bite him  BUT  everything is done affectionally,  of course.  so they chase each other,  one because he wants to get rid of a dangerous fox gremlin,  the other because she wants to have dinner.   this is it.   this is the whole plot.  stabs,  bites,  some supernatural effects here and there and...   more stabs and bites.

[dreams-of-fate]

        Unable to pick through her memory of she met General Boya in the past, she gave a polite and proper greeting now that the two of them crossed paths. She remembered him from history books, stacks of which were organized in her brother’s study where she wasn’t allowed. 

         “Let me check on the tea being made for you,” she excused herself, her personal maid behind her as she made her way to the kitchen to make sure they were doing the best for their guest. 

           @yuanre​ / sc.

[nobilitylost]

@yuanre​ | plotted | xie wang & boya

Du Pusa fluttered into the room with words of demon hunters, drug men, and trouble, and already Xie Wang was appearing bored with hearing her speak. Hand fluttered, waving her away as if the words she said hadn’t caused a sliver of excitement to dance along nerve endings. His face remained passive, even when he shot down her offer to ‘take care of the problem for him,’ preferring to let curiosity get the better of him. If someone had come looking for the creator of the drug men, then who was he to deny them an audience?

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder how this so-called hunter of demons had managed to track them all the way back to his door. Someone was talking.

How unfortunate.

It took very little prodding to find the man’s location, a few scorpions sent here and there to skulk in the shadows until he had an opportunity for a face-to-face meeting. “Hello.” One word, said with all the open friendliness that he could muster, completed with a genuine smile. “I had an associate who came to me this morning and said there was a new face, asking about the origins of something…demonic.” And odd way of starting a conversation, yes, but flowery words would have only made him seem more suspicious. “I might have some information for you, but – I would suggest we not talk about it so publicly.”

Xie Wang pointed to a banner further down, one that proclaimed an inn with the best tea in Jianghu. “We could talk there. You must be tired from your journey. Let me buy you a meal?”

[priestlies]

{ Jing Beiyuan is just so precious }

jing beiyuan is the best boy , the best wife , the best dad .

[halfdivinity]

              what qi rong hates the most is that people usually think of him as such a fool when in reality he has his own sense of wit.  it might not be conventional and called cynical most of the time but qi rong doesn’t care for it.  most often than not,  those people are gone the next day.  no one can prove that he had anything to do with their disappearance.  

                                 ‘    are you suggesting that i cannot charm way through a free tea   ?    ’

it shouldn’t bother him as much as he does.  he is already a devastation ranked ghost and pretty powerful even if his reputation is one of the worst.  but it does.  perhaps it comes from the inferiority complex he has going on ever since he was a child.  or the fact that hua cheng,  that filthy bastard,  keeps belittling him whereas his SO dear cousin says nothing.        

   ‘    just watch me.  i’ll get both of us free tea.  then you’ll owe me one.    ’ 

// @yuanre​

[lunariet-arc]

Well now I low-key want to write one of the rabbits...

i honestly want to high-key become one of the rabbits so i feel you, lmao.

[pctaldrunk]

@yuanre​ asked   :    🎶 {am I too late to ask for some mandopop?}    -   send 🎶 for me to make a five song playlist for our muses 

i. 云与海 - 阿YueYue   :   fated never to touch, I keep my love for you a secret in fear of your departure.   how I wish to sink into the sea, that gentle restful place which smooths out the ripples in your heart.   //   ii. 偏偏 - 廖俊涛   :   the reserved fell in love with the adventurous, accidentally fulfilling a whole.   coldness turns into fire, and I say I can understand.   //   iii. 如你所想 - 毛不易   :   may you be like moonlight, without pain and without wounds, with a pair of pure white wings, never again enduring frost, never again sealing yourself away.  //   iv. 勇气 - 梁静茹   :   if you are equally determined, I would go to the ends of the earth with you.   I know all of this isn’t easy.   my heart studies and convinces myself, the only fear is that you’ll suddenly say to quit.   //    浪人琵琶 - 胡66   :   your shy smile seems fitting for the occasion .   I begin to care for you in spite of myself .   what time is it?   I no longer want to return home.

[dreams-of-fate]

@yuanre​ said:  💋 {throws this at you and runs because when I have ever been responsible and made my own decisions? }

        Tapped his sleeping little one on the nose, which by reflex she scrunched it up then sighed. “She tired herself out,” Li Jing whispered, looking out of the corner of his eye at Boya standing near the door of the room. “Guess she’s at the age where she has all of the energy but the second she sits or lays down, falls asleep until morning.” Smiled to himself then stood, walking over to him and stood there, looking back at Ying’er before Li Jing turned to kiss Boya’s cheek. 

[legendwrote]

International Kissing Day Meme | status: closed

@yuanre​ asked:

😘 {for Qingming, because I am weak like that}

   ⚍☯⚎ Glassy eyes blinked slowly, dowsing as lips pressed between them — the gentle warmth he could still feel beneath his fur. All five tails thumped the grass, wriggling happily so that he lay on top of the man’s chest more fully, nosing up beneath the other’s chin and nestling his muzzle against Boya’s neck with a quiet whine. They were getting better at this, navigating the dual worlds of the Yin-Yang master, the parts of him that would never be human but still sought freedom; the parts of him that frightened his lover, but that the man was learning to make peace with.

  He wanted nothing more than to hold Boya in his arms and kiss him properly in return, to show his appreciation for his patience and understanding, but he too would have to be patient until the wildness of him subsided and allowed his humanity to return. This he was still learning —how to control it— and every day he got a little bit closer to harnessing the power and bending it to his own will. ⚍☯⚎

[nobilitylost]

@yuanre​ | starter call | boya & wen kexing

He’d heard tale of the demon hunter, the one that sought out evil and eradicated it from the world. Truth be told, it had caught his attention – piqued an interest and made him curious as to whether that evil extended to people who had behaved just as monstrous as any demon ever could. Either way, it was worth the effort to find out and to potential make an ally in the upcoming mess that he knew would follow.

“Not a demon,” Wen Kexing said, hands held in the air in mock surrender. “But I am a ghost…” There was a pause, as if he were thinking of how to rephrase what he’d just said. “Of a sort.” Outcast. Ghost. In the grand scheme of things, they were the same. “I do, however, know where some demons reside. Can we talk about a fee for your services?”  

[ofgoldentouches]

@yuanre​ whispered:  ♡ {if you feel like it~ } ||  send me ‘♡’ for a ship aesthetic of our muses.      alternatively ‘ ♫ ’ for a friendship one.

[aeipathic]

what element writer are you?

MAGMA WRITER

Molten rock that still has to surface. You're the perfect mix of fire and earth, and your story shows it, having the best of both worlds. You're the writer that holds fire on their fingertips and kisses their lovers goodbye in the most painful way. You're able to build long stories that burn on the inside. You break the human soul, touching with infinite grace the right cords. You are an artist of the elaborate pain and heavy angst only a constructed and long story can give. If i could see in your eyes, i would be looking at your soul dancing on an unstable floor, flames all around it, to protect it and to forge it. Your love burns hot and infinite inside of you, and sometimes, when it slips out, you're afraid that it could burn too much. But the right people will know how to love you, and every bright tongue of fire your soul is made of. Your stories are the ones that make the world change.

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tagging: whoever wants to!

[pctaldrunk]

@yuanre​ asked   :    "What makes you think you're in my heart at all, fellow workplace associate?"    -   CRACK

jiu vc:

[dreams-of-fate]

@yuanre​ said: He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Li Jing's forehead with reverence - soft and gentle and accompanied by a warm smile.

        Eyes close to prevent the sign of tears being announced to Boya. The tender touch of lips against his skin brought Li Jing immense comfort. It's been thousands and thousands of  years since he opened himself to someone so wholly and wanted in a way he reciprocated. This time things were different, he refused to let himself or fate tear away his dear person from his heart; not only himself relied on this love but Boya and Ying’er did as well. To hurt those he loved again… Li Jing never wanted to be that person again. 

          “I love you.” Voice hoarse with emotion, hands steady and on Boya’s side as if Li Jing was trying to stay grounded in the moment. “Not even a million years worth of poems could express my love.” 

[legendwrote]

Boya gently ran his fingers up the man's neck, as he leaned in to place a soft kiss to Qingming's cheek. "Thank you." He muttered, warmth blossoming in his chest. "For everything."

  ⚍☯⚎ Qingming had been reading quietly when he felt a set of familiar fingers trail up along his neck, trickles of warmth running down his spine. A smile was drifting over his lips even before the kiss planted against his cheek, feeling the man’s breath on his skin just shy of it and tipping his head toward him willingly. Those words peaked his curiosity, glancing up to the man who leaned over him, setting his book aside and folding his hands in his lap.

  “Why the sentiment all of a sudden?” He wondered, not at all complaining, but keenly aware that there was something on the male’s mind that sparked the gentle words of gratitude; sometimes one had to carefully pry those thoughts from the hunter’s mind, for they were often fiercely guarded — even around him.⚍☯⚎