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❛   you might like it here. I think that you might like it here.   ❜     for   SL           /          @yeonban​​​​.     prompted.      accepting.

he thinks he might always marvel at how   accommodating   xingchen can be,      thawing his   frigid regard   with the warmth of an easy,          placating smile.            song lan can hardly say he deserves this much consideration,          his cold demeanor riddled with a   reticence   prone to months of static silence and brief or unreturned correspondence the rare times they part from each other.       while his heart certainly   grows fonder   with distance,         it always jolts him to see the feeling reciprocated at every instance of their   inevitable reunion;         to find no reproach or detachment in the other,      only the   soothing balm of his mercy   sheathing cold shoulders in the shawl of a   gracious welcome.        this occasion was no exception save for the anxious energy twining his   soothing timbre,           shifting the innocence of a simple opinion into something almost   beseeching.          song lan’s eyes widen fractionally,           the intensity of his sights   unrelenting   as they study the other’s immaculate form for the span of a deep breath before he desists       ─────        seeming to find whatever it was he searched for in the first place.

the hard line of his lips twitch at the ends,           the ghost of   amusement   haunting his severity.      it’s a sight none but xiao xingchen would have the chance of seeing,          perhaps a   fitting reassurance   for what he was about to concede.           ‘   if   you   believe it to be so,      then so it must be.       though i must tell you truthfully,    xingchen,         that if you are standing beside me i believe anywhere,         even squalor,        would be made bearable,      likable   even.   ’    

#yeonban #* / 𝐈𝐂. SONG LAN #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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RICHARD SIKEN / WAR OF THE FOXES Change pronouns as necessary and tweak sentences as appropriate!

I am faithful to you, darling.

When you bang on the wall you have to remember you’re on both sides of it but go ahead, yell at yourself.

Some people don’t understand anything.

He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him.

No one wants to know what’s in his head.

To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be.

You’d break your heart to make it bigger.

Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.

Let’s kill something.

I prefer to blame others, it’s easier.

All these ghosts come streaming down and I wish I had something else.

We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions.

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

All thoughts finish themselves eventually.

Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it.

The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

Look away but I’m still there.

Want something to chase you? Run.

Take only what you need.

Never finish a war without starting another.

I’ve seen your true face: the back of your head. If you were walking away, keep walking.

The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.

All these things and what to do with them. We carve up the world all the time.

I like dead things. They cannot hurt me.

We like things related to our survival: soup, arrows - they expand the range of the species.

My body is a graveyard.

People like to think war means something.

Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. We know who our enemies are. We know.

There are many loves but only one war.

You will need to comfort him, or we will never be finished with this.

You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes.

Its roots in the ground and its branches in the air, a tree is pulled in two directions.

The boy is a bird, bad bird. He falls out of trees.

You cannot get in the way of anyone’s path to God. You can, but it does no good.

Some say God is where we put our sorrow.

In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

What can you know about a person?

Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long.

Even when I look away I am still looking.

Everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self.

How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

Why build a room you can live in? Why build a shed for your fears?

There wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared.

The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.

If you don’t believe in God, then who are you talking to?

But truth doesn’t count in law, only proof.

Was I discovered or invented? Feels like I’ve always been here.

Measure yourself against the truth and not the other way around.

Perfect and completely dead.

People don’t learn anything unless they are afraid of being left behind.

Logic is boring because it works. Being unreasonable is exciting.

I am your arrival, there is no refusal, we are here, you see, together, we are already here.

This is also part of the story: how the story changes. This is something I forgot to tell you.

You might like it here. I think that you might like it here.

I tell you these things because I love you.

It’s nothing like I thought it would be and closer to what I meant.

Maybe we will wake up to the silence of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere.

It reminds me of where I was going without you.

You know what it’s like to be alone: gimlets and vermicide. You know what it’s like to be alive, so forgiveness.

You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we’re made of.

I turned my ears in all directions. I’ll live alone or in between.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.

Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.

I live in big spaces, so I’m left alone in big spaces.

We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge.

To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.

I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story.

I surrender my desire to be healed.

Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it.

Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are.

There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time.

Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail.

You want to solve something? Get out of your own way.

What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalisation.

I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.

I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary.

I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.

I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.

What happens when I no longer want to meet you?

Nothing lasts forever: we know this.

Longing and suffering? Of course, of course. You want it to mean something.

You can disconnect it or you can try to glue it all together.

We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.

The sooner you embrace it, the sooner it will leave you.

You are what you cover up.

Noise and more noise. Noise up to heaven.

One wonders why a story like this exists.

I want to give you more but not everything. You don’t need everything.

Someone has to leave first.

He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.

All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago.

I stayed as long as I could. Now look at the moon.

What does all this love amount to?

#* / 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 ╱ SPECIFY A MUSE OR I’LL CHOOSE ! #just a psa that i've taken off nie zonghui and mianmian cause i couldn't find their voice #so the options are just zizhen zixuan and sl

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*  /    fuyao​.

sharp tongued in his vexation,       wei wuxian knows very well his words cut deeper than the fine blade that  should be  strapped at side ever could ───        now,       like  chenqing’s discordant sound,        he speaks with intention,       leaving no room for confusion or misstep.       what kind of brother would he be to allow this  peacock of a man   berate his precious shijie without some kind of retribution ?         ‘       if you truly believe that to be an isolated event,       you’re deluding yourself,       young master jin.       will you not take this word of mine for truth,       when i myself have consoled her in the wake of your impertinence   each and every time  ───      ’          it is with the following insinuation that wei wuxian’s practiced exterior shatters  fully,      resentment coming in tendrils of indignation and something tittering dangerously on the line of utter outrage.       though well aware of his burdensome existence and it’s detriment to the jiang sect as a whole,        to have him point that out so unabashedly ───         how dare he ?

‘      i humbly suggest you do not speak on things you know nothing of,       jin zixuan,       lest you cause something  unfortunate.       ’

hearsay had reached zixuan’s ears of the strange behavior wei wuxian had displayed since his miraculous reappearance        (   to their benefit,        he must begrudgingly admit   )        during sunshot campaign.       he had thought nothing of the reproachful whispers critiquing his violent volatility,        shrugging off concerns with the ample memory of a myriad of   poor interactions   they had accumulated throughout the years of his       (    formerly    )      loathed betrothal.      yet seeing the shift in him now,          the   aggression   so blatant it seemed to drop the temperature around them and the severe expression   bereft of the childish gleam   always present in his eyes when   mutual aggravation   fell into step with his plans to ruin zixuan’s day,           was enough to send a   chill   up his dignified spine.

despite his pause in the flow of their argument to marvel at the other’s   amplified chaos,         and the fact he was working hard to remedy the   unbecoming immaturity   that had caused the rift between he and yanli,          jin zixuan,         fortified by a   pride   which refused to be wounded,         was unable to back down.      ‘   do i know nothing of it  ?      have you not displayed your   impertinence   towards sect leader jiang for all to see at banquets and gatherings in my own home and elsewhere  ?        it’s   shameful   that you should resort to idle threats in the face of truth instead of   acknowledging your faults.   ’     

#fuyao #* / 𝐈𝐂. JIN ZIXUAN #no its fine !! i love volatile angry wwx #jzx is trying so hard to be better and he knows yanli would hate this but like wwx aggravates him something fierce skjfkd

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*  /   antivillained​.

         “of course i do,”  he shrugs, his arms cross in front of him – a haughty air to his movements as he fixes a disdainful look towards jin zixuan. it cannot be helped, that whenever he comes across the other he does all he can to provoke him. “i know you believe yourself impressive, but…” he pauses eyes tracking the other with a shake of his head, “i can’t say i agree,”

despite his inclinations to disregard whatever  nonsense  would inevitably come from wei wuxian’s mouth,        he cannot dispel the rankled response morphing his handsome features into a   gentle rage.            poor attempts to mask the offense taken in his remarks culminates in the furious throb of a vein against his brow,            mouth twitching from its   dignified neutrality   into a disgruntled frown.      in all his life,         not a single person had ever found him wanting of anything;       beauty,      skill,       intelligence    ───     he had it all in   abundance.      to be told now,       so bluntly,      that he was not up to par certainly needled its way beneath his skin.   “     it’s fine if you don’t agree.      young master wei,     perhaps i wasn’t   clear enough   all the other times we have crossed words but   i don’t care to appeal to you.     ”       

#antivillained #* / 𝐈𝐂. JIN ZIXUAN #god they really are just so ridiculous....

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*  /   saccharot​.

           he  asked  for  an  apology,  but  how  much  of  one  does  he  truly  want?  intention  for  retribution  crafted  from  day  one,  what  he  does  now  is  merely  let  the  countdown  roll  in  silence.  there’s  no  going  back,  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐈𝐒  𝐀  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄.  ❝  daozhang                 aren’t  you  worried  one  bit  that  I’ll  come  after  you?  ❞  his  snicker  may  have  ceased,  but  there’s  no  doubt  the  smirk  on  the  little  villain’s  face  is  what’s  left  of  it  :  unpredictable,  ready  to  morph  into  something  more  sinister.  ❝  I’ve  been  told  those  of  your  sort  are  so  courteous.  so  righteous.  ❞

           ❝  but  hearing  you  try  so  hard  to  spit  venom  my  way,  I  find  it  difficult  to  believe  it.  ❞

“     why would my mind be   𝐼𝐷𝐿𝐸 𝐸𝑁𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻   to worry about your   potential retribution ?    ”       stoicism remained firm amidst the cold beauty of his implacable countenance,     terse regard hardly wavering despite how   unusually grating   Song Lan found him to be.     his response was as much an   underestimation   of what the other was capable of as much as a reaffirmation of certainty in his own skills,      𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓   jading alertness enough to be remiss of the   foreboding danger   punctuating his speech.        “     i hardly think you’re deserving  enough of any courtesies,      least of all from me.      did i not witness your  malice   firsthand  ?     and yet you still expect anything but   𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝐻𝑂𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌  ...    it seems jin sect has failed to discipline you.     ”    

#saccharot #* / 𝐈𝐂. SONG LAN #i got chills reading ur reply...xy your creepy little bastard i love u #also sl being annoyed enough to speak more than a sentence to him is sooo funny gkjgf

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❛   it’s a crazy plan but it’s the only chance we have.   ❜     for   OYZZ     /    @achromaticstars​​​​.     prompted.      accepting.  

“     senior wei,    i’ll do whatever you ask of me !     ”       certainty permeates  𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇,            determination twining with the budding beauty of his countenance to create the striking image of a   youth emboldened.         amidst  𝐿𝐼𝑂𝑁𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝐷  regard lay a shard of his general   sensibility,         skin somewhat flushed with the joy of being deemed capable enough to assist with such   perilous tasks.       “     if it’s our only opportunity,      we must make sure it   does not fail.   ”      

#achromaticstars #* / 𝐈𝐂. OUYANG ZIZHEN #i feel like this could be either them caught in something serious or wwx using him for something silly like a prank jkjfd

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*  /   fuyao​.

‘       hm,       i beg to differ ───      is it not plausible that i worry for   my   shijie when every time she encounters you,       she’s left distraught without fail ?       are   her tears   not enough of an indication that she does  not  enjoy your presence or do you insist on making her shed  more ?       tell me,       young master jin,        when will enough be enough ?       do you find some  wicked  enjoyment in upsetting her,       or are you too much of a   coward   to admit your true feelings ?       ’

“     distraught  ?     i admit i have,      𝑅𝐸𝐺𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐴𝐵𝐿𝑌,       made her cry before but was that not an  isolated  event  ??   and a misunderstanding at that    ───       one that i have  apologized profusely  for since.     ”       sudden   indignation   cuts the thread of infantile connotations which had colored their previous exchange,          wei wuxian’s words prompting his   𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑆𝐸 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑇𝑇𝑌    both at the failure of retrospection to find fault within his interactions with yanli,      as well as the chord struck by subsequent insult and how it came   much too close to the truth.      “     mind your tongue,    wei wuxian !      i   ──    i wish  nothing   but to see maiden jiang prosper regardless of how we feel about each other.      the one who seems keen on disturbing her peace is you with all the   𝑇𝑅𝑂𝑈𝐵𝐿𝐸   you constantly kick up.       perhaps,    instead of chastising me you should think upon your actions and how much they affect your sect siblings.     ”       

#fuyao #* / 𝐈𝐂. JIN ZIXUAN #we need to have a thread of them finally getting along in that au we're plotting rn for jc and wwx #things jzx hates being called: a coward #on pride alone he hates it but here its just too close to the truth v_v

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*  /   saccharot.

           ❝                 if  it  isn’t  the  gentleman  with  a  bad  habit  of  swinging  his  horsetail  whisk  around  remorselessly.  ❞

           it  must  have  been  his  unrefined,  cynical  chuckle  as  he  rushed  past  :  the  reason  for  the  cultivator’s  apparent  disquiet.  to  desire  anything  other  than  his  offender’s  downfall  isn’t  something  he  can  afford  ;  𝐀  𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓’𝐒  𝐆𝐎𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒,  take  what  he  can  get.  (  ask  for  anything  at  all  and  they’ll  seize  twice  as  much  from  you.  a  lesson  well-learned.  )  the  hand  once  struck  by  the  fúchén  is  raised  at  face  level  :  a  reminder  and  a  warning,  if  nothing  else.  ❝  have  you  come  to  apologize  for  back  then?  for  everybody’s  sake                 I  would  hope  so.  ❞

“     what i’m here to do is no concern of yours.    ”       contempt riddles the frigid depths of song lan’s voice,     distaste for their reencounter disturbing  𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.     it’s enough to ripple the still currents of his expressionless regard,       unsteady waves of   foul sentiment almost  tumultuous given his regular stoicism.        “     we have had the  misfortune of crossing paths once more                  but i can assure you that i have no apologies to offer someone so   𝑈𝑁𝑅𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇.    ”    

#saccharot #* / 𝐈𝐂. SONG LAN #dw abt the icons ! sl shows up in like 3 panels so i can't make manhua icons but i don't mind you using them ! #anyway its rly wild how xy evokes such visceral hatred from sl

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 ❛   i know exactly what you’re all about.   ❜     for   JZX           /          @antivillained​​.     prompted.      accepting.    

“   do you  ?    ”       pompous stance widens all the more in his   𝑂𝐹𝐹𝐸𝑁𝑆𝐸,       dimpled chin lifting arrogantly as he stares down wei wuxian.        gallant features are abstracted by a pointed glare;      as one accustomed to words of praise and popular acclaim,       he fails to find a reason as to why he was so regularly   𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃    by the other.         “   would young master wei be so kind as to inform me   what   he's so   certain   he knows about me  ?   ” 

#antivillained #* / 𝐈𝐂. JIN ZIXUAN #jzx: exists wwx: i'm gonna annoy this man so hard #fnvkjfddj fools...

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insp.

#* / 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. SONG LAN #* / 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. XIAO XINGCHEN #* / 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. XUE YANG #* / 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. A'QING

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―* Sword of Sorcery Sentence Starters.

❛   you can’t have too much practice.   ❜ ❛   what the hell is wrong with you ?   ❜ ❛   i’m a freak ! a freak with a freak mother and a freak like !   ❜ ❛   c’mon, what kind of place are we going to ?   ❜ ❛   that is the weirdest thing you’ve ever said to me.   ❜ ❛   is that … magic ? how did you do that ?   ❜ ❛   you would have been safe and not in my way !   ❜ ❛   look, i may not have been much good in the fight, but you can lay off with the sarcasm.   ❜ ❛   never allow yourself to become a target ― not for any reason.   ❜ ❛   it was the silence of the dead we heard.   ❜ ❛   oh, umm … hi. it’s … ummm … it’s nice to be here, uh, can i start over ?   ❜ ❛   this has been one seriously long, insane day. i’m exhausted.   ❜ ❛   but this whole thing doesn’t include something stupid like you dying, does it ?   ❜ ❛   it’s important that you remember this one thing … remember that i love you.   ❜ ❛   cut the crap or we’re not going to get along, got it ?   ❜ ❛   you are really starting to piss me off !   ❜ ❛   you’re as full of flattery as ever.   ❜ ❛   i know exactly what you’re all about.   ❜ ❛   do i look like a father figure ?   ❜ ❛   get back before midnight, and no drinking, an no snogging on the first date.   ❜ ❛   what’s the point of all this ?   ❜ ❛   wow, you totally flunked evil overlord 101.   ❜ ❛   now that you’re done blabbing your stupid plan, there’s something you should know.   ❜ ❛   … hey, remember when you mentioned running into trouble ?   ❜ ❛   i’ve been worried sick and you’ve been eating pizza ?   ❜ ❛   i only have to see or hear something once, and i remember it forever.   ❜ ❛   if you ever say anything brilliant or clever, i’ll let you know.   ❜ ❛   i could get to like this …   ❜ ❛   i can’t resist such a charming invitation.   ❜ ❛   you’ll stay with me, won’t you ? please ?   ❜ ❛   i need a friend so badly right now.   ❜ ❛   it’s a crazy plan but it’s the only chance we have.   ❜ ❛   must you be so insufferable about it ?   ❜

#* / 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 ╱ SPECIFY A MUSE OR I’LL CHOOSE !

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*  /   flowcrsoul.

━━  ❀ “Madame Jin is VERY KIND to inquire. “ Lowers her eyes briefly. “I’m - I’m very well.” As well as she can be, everything considered. Peers up at him, unsure why he is still standing there now that he has delivered his mother’s regards - ventures further, voice soft and hesitant - “And - and how is your family doing?”

𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄,       he seems unable to do more than openly stare at her    ───     gallant smile unwavering as he stands   transfixed   on the way elegant way her dulcet tone sheathes around each syllable of her response.      he only jolts when she seems unsure of how to carry on,      realization that she had expected his brief departure dawning upon him like a  frigid river  chilling its way down his spine.    it’s just as he gathers gingerly the   frayed edges of his pride,     ready for a strategic retreat so as to not impose upon her further,     or continue to make a fool of himself,       that he hears her delicate voice continue.       ���     i   ──    they are quite well,     thank you.     maiden jiang,     would you,   perhaps    ...    like to   𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐾   with me as we speak  ?    ”

#flowcrsoul #* / 𝐈𝐂. JIN ZIXUAN #adorable but soo so awkward kjdfnd

[tianguang]

*  /   fuyao​. 

‘       …       you call that a  propriety?    huh,       it seems you’re a bit confused  ───      to treat someone with   propriety   would imply practicing  respect  and quite frankly,       young master jin is a bit …        lacking  in that department.       not to mention that my relationship to   my   shijie is none of his concern.       i fail to see how it’s relevant to the topic at hand;       though,       if you must know,       shijie quite  enjoys   and   requests   my presence.       ’

“     just as well,       it isn’t any of young master wei’s   concern   whether or not i spend time around maiden jiang.       you seem keen on projecting your own   𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄    towards what maiden jiang feels,         but has she ever truly expressed that she   does not   want to see me  ?       perhaps you should let her make her own judgements instead of   inserting yourself   into   every moment   we spend together.     ”

#fuyao #* / 𝐈𝐂. JIN ZIXUAN #this is so funny bc they're both like 'check mate' on arguments that only favor themselves like children skfkjfnsg #meanwhile yanli is like 'its quite possible for me to love u both :)'

[tianguang]

heard there was a lack of ouyang zizhen…

#* / 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. OUYANG ZIZHEN #i'm gonna go back on jc but before i sign off from here i want everyone to know i love zizhen and zizhen ONLY

[tianguang]

𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑨𝑵.       thinking about how Song Lan’s mysophobia   [  dislike of being touched  ]  is a reflection of his morals,    of his inability to compromise the sanctity of them by coming into contact with things that could possibly sully their integrity.    just as well,    his aversion to coming into contact with others because he doesn’t know who they are,    where they’ve been or what they’ve done,   what their own standing in terms of righteousness and justice are follows a similar rhetoric.    it feels wrong to be touched by someone he doesn’t completely trust and know to be pure of intentions and values.    

on the same note,    Song Lan would find Xiao Xingchen the only person worthy,   clean,   deserving enough to touch him.  

#* / 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘. SONG LAN #i'm gonna be honest i made all this shit up spur of the moment just to post that last bit sfnjksdnd #but i guess psychologically it would make sense

[tianguang]

                        @ashbound​          ♡’d          for           𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌  

“     a-Yao,     i wonder if you know why father is in such a   𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃.     did the conference with the minor sects not go   as expected  ?    ”

#ashbound #* / 𝐈𝐂. JIN ZIXUAN #for jgy ! #the fact jzx eventually became close enough to jgy to refer to him as a-yao rly warms my heart

[tianguang]

                      @hiyakku​​          ♡’d          for           𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌  

“     do you ever feel like men just watch you speak but never really   𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑵  ?     it’s truly  admirable   how you can hold so much of their respect,   Lady Wen.    ”

#hiyakku #* / 𝐈𝐂. LUO QINGYANG #wen qing as someone legendary and well respected in the cultivation world is something i stan