#✦ Bare a scroll of wisdom | Starters |

[cascadingsorrows]

@wynterlanding - Sorta plotted? > Mentioned @creation-is-chaos

Luo Binghe leaned forward on his own throne to look at the unexpected visitor, a smirk gracing his lips as he waved off wife number 15, 299, and husband number 106 away. "King Yanlou, your presence in this one's lowly palace is always a pleasure." The figure basked in darkness before him, spoke of a task, his smirk only grew wider as he stood and bowed to their King. "Your majesty, this servant will grant your request, I will take off to the human world."

Shortly after the summons, he hailed a message to Mobei-jun to manage his palace for the time being as he spends his days in the mortal world, tormenting the humans.

Holding his hand out as a black sword birthed from the darkness materialized into his awaiting hand. Xin Mo was a powerful sword crafted from the cries and hatred of human souls, able to bypass the laws of the heavens and the underworld he swung his sword down, a rift opened before him as he stepped through.

Appearing in the human world, overlooking the bustling cityscape he grinned wickedly, the rooftop of the skyscraper was the perfect vantage point and he watched the humans go by her life in peace until night settled. He could feel as the humans began to fall asleep, lights dimming from their windows.

The dream demon closed his eyes and let his powers spread like a miasma over those that slept, their peaceful slumber shattering into horrific imagery and visions of destruction. One human, in particular, he visited, a hum upon his lips he stepped through the chaos of their minds. No matter how hard they try to wake up unless he broke the spell they were trapped within their minds.

"Horrific isn't it?" he called out, a massive nightmare, the screams and begging torment fueled him.

[cognoscente]

“What are you doing still up?” (for Lorenzo!)

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters 

@virtuouslongings // accepting!

     ELEGANT FINGERS REST IDLY upon the pages of his book, yet his gaze often lost interest in wisdom of the ancients. Sapphire orbs would sooner glimpse outside the window and to his ever lasting love and burden. And how could he mindlessly enjoy the company of a scroll when his head was HEAVY albeit no crown weighted it down. So much faith, so many expectations rested solemnly upon his mortal flesh, yet it appeared it eluded most people that he was only human and not a divinity sent from heavens. ALAS! who else would solve such issues which knocked upon his door, uncaring of time or occasion. From the Medici bank to the signoria, from the welfare of his creditors in Florence to the trading routes in the Mediterranean, from PEACE TO WAR. And in times like this he wondered how his grandfather would handle this or that, what he’d think of him. Was he worthy to lead this DYNASTY, moreso was he able?

           “  Reading.  ”  Easy comes the lie smooth with a sweet smile at the sight of her, dressed in her nightgown and hair dishevelled. “ Thinking.  ”  This time he was more honest as his gaze drifted back to the window, mindlessly watching the moonlight bathing Florence in its luminance.   “   It seems twenty-four hours is barely enough time for me to think all that I must.   ”

[romanthroughthestars]

Safe Place~Chapter 2

Ok so chapter three is where everything starts to fall apart and I’m sorryyy, so this is kind of just the calm before the storm I guess.

Characters: Roman Prince, Virgil Dubh, Logan Gelee

Pairings: future prinxiety, future logicality (maybe?)

Warnings: Vague mentions of family troubles, mild cussing

Sum. – Roman sees Virgil wandering down the street around midnight. He quickly catches onto what’s happening when Virgil refuses to accept a ride home, so he invites him over and does everything in his power to make him feel safe and comfortable before Virgil has to go back and face his chaotic household.

Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,932

The next couple of hours were silent aside from the movies and Roman’s trip to switch DVDs. At about three in the morning he switched the TV back over to Disney channel, thinking that Virgil was probably asleep and wouldn’t notice. He leaned back in the corner of the couch a few feet away from Virgil and Khan, scrolling through Twitter and refusing to sleep until he knew that Virgil was completely out. A few minutes after he turned off the movie, Roman was barely able to keep his eyes open. He set his phone down and planned on going to sleep, but he forced himself awake again when he heard Virgil shuffling.

Virgil grumbled and flipped his head over onto his other shoulder, but his eyebrows furrowed together and he groggily opened his eyes.

“You good over there?” Roman mumbled, barely awake himself. Virgil closed his eyes again and flopped his hand on the back of the couch, only an inch or two away from Roman’s rested arm. He slowly moved his hand around until he felt Roman, then rested it on his forearm.

“Sorry, forgot where I was. Forgot who you were.” He squeezed Roman’s arm before letting his hand slide off. He lazily lowered himself down onto his side and curled up, hardly even opening his eyes to see what he was doing. He looked up again and felt around for a pillow, looking over to Roman when he couldn’t find one. Well now Roman was definitely paying attention. He smiled at Virgil’s disheveled hair and groggy expression before passing him one. Virgil took it and mumbled a ‘thanks’ before pulling the blanket up over his shoulders and curling his body up around pillow, resting his head on the edge of it.

Roman wasn’t sure if he was actually awake. He had no idea if that had actually just happened or not, but either way, his brain had kicked into overdrive. Staying true to his dramatic nature, he pulled a pillow up to his face and squealed, melting into a blushing mess.

“Woo. Okay Roman. Okay. All good. You can go to sleep now. It’s all good. He’s asleep. Woo okay.” He sighed and tossed the pillow aside, then quietly called Khan over. He wrapped his arms around the valiant fuzzball and was immediately swept away into a dream.

Roman woke up all too quickly. The dull morning sun beaming through the windows was enough to give him a headache the second he opened his eyes. At around 7:30 he got up to pull down the blinds and made sure the sun wouldn’t wake Virgil up as well. He planned on going back to sleep, but his body refused to let him after he’d already been up to walk around.

He laid down next to Khan again and resorted to staring at the floor until his body would let him sleep again. After a few minutes he gave up and looked to Khan for his sage wisdom and advice.

“What’ve I gotten myself into, Khan?” He propped his head up on his hand as he whispered to his dog. “Odds are he’s going to want to leave as soon as he wakes up, but it sounds like he doesn’t really has a great place to go. Maybe I can just take him to Logan’s house. That’s where he was going, right? Oh, right, you wouldn’t know. You weren’t even there.”

Khan stared at him with a blank expression. Roman scratched the top of the dog’s head before continuing on with his hushed one-sided conversation.

“He really didn’t want to go home. I don’t know, I guess I’m just worried that he won’t be safe. Maybe it’s not that bad, maybe he was just really bored and didn’t feel like going back. He just seemed so persistent though, and I feel like someone so anxious wouldn’t just go walking through the city alone at midnight without a reason.”

Khan, oblivious to Roman’s growing worry, dropped his head back onto his paws and started to drift off. Roman sighed and dropped his head back down onto the couch as well. He nestled his nose into Khan’s fur and tried to sleep again, but he couldn’t fight the uneasy feeling as he thought about what was to come.

It’ll be harder to talk to him now that he’s not all tired and loopy. No doubt he’ll be more guarded now that he’s fully awake. Shit, this is going to be really awkward.

No, it’s fine. You’re Roman Prince! You can talk your way through anything. You’ll be fine, just slap on that show stopping smile and talk to him like you did yesterday. Everything will be just fine!

Roman wiggled his way around the already asleep dog was about to make his way over to the kitchen, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a light in his peripheral vision. He looked over to see Virgil, still laying on his side and wrapped up in the Lion King blanket, on his phone.

“Wait, how long have you been awake?” Oh shit oh shit oh shit he probably heard me talking to myself. Oh shit he probably heard me talking to myself about him.

“I dunno, like two minutes maybe. It looked like you were still asleep and I didn’t want to wake you up.” Oh thank God that means he didn’t hear anything.

Roman just nodded in response. Virgil dropped his phone down on top of his hoodie on the floor and looked up at him. Despite being known amongst his peers as the calm, confident, never shy actor, Roman had to admit that attention from Virgil was wildly different from the attention of an audience. It was just so much more personal, and everything about the way that Virgil looked at him made him want to melt.

Virgil still looked exhausted, but now, instead of seeming frantic and anxious, his expression seemed calm. He looked almost like he was enjoying being there. He had a kind smile on his face, and Roman, in his weary, nearly delirious state, couldn’t help but stare. He knew he’d hate himself for it later, but Virgil just looked so beautiful.

The morning sun shone still through the curtains, pouring along the floor, subtly lighting up the walls, and landing gracefully on Virgil’s face. His hair, still an absolute mess from having just woken up, fell softly over his eyes, almost covering the dark skin directly under them.

In reality, Roman knew that he and Virgil both looked like train wrecks. He knew that they’d probably just eat some cereal, make some awkward small talk, then part ways until Monday morning when Virgil came into the coffee shop and ordered his usual with as little conversing as possible.

But his imagination was running wild. Ideally, Virgil would stay for as long as possible. He’d talk to Roman about whatever he was running from at home. Ideally, he could just stay until Roman’s parents got home. They could watch more Disney movies and make a blanket fort to sleep in for the rest of the week. Ideally, they could exchange numbers and Roman could start driving him to and from school. He knew that Virgil had to wake up early to walk because he saw him sometimes when he was driving in the morning. Ideally, they could grow closer and get to know each other until Roman got a chance to explain how he felt.

But realistically, he had been staring at Virgil for like thirty seconds, and realistically he just needed to stop being a creep.

“Should I be concerned?” Virgil tilted his head and continued to stare up at Roman.

“Wha- about what?” Roman laughed, trying to cover up his nervousness.

“Hmm…” Virgil rolled his eyes up to glance at the ceiling before smiling and looking back down at Roman again. “Well for starters, you’ve zoned out like five million times in the three or so waking hours that we’ve spent together.”

“Just tired. Is that all you were worried about?”

“Well no, I said for starters. There’s definitely more.”

“Course there is.” Roman walked over and dropped down on the corner of the sectional a couple feet away from Virgil. He rested his feet on the coffee table in front of them and switched on the TV again.

“M’kay, what else?” He asked as he got himself comfortable in the corner.

Virgil acted like he was deep in thought for a few seconds before looking over at Roman again.

Roman knew that Virgil was talking- he could see his lips moving, but he couldn’t make out anything he was saying. All he could focus on was the way that he spoke. He gestured wildly with his hands, and his eyes seem to wander along every part of Roman’s face as he talked. The way he looked at him seemed almost like he was studying his responses, which Roman wouldn’t doubt after seeing how anxious he’d been for the past few years.

“-stupid face!” Virgil dropped his hands into his lap and looked at Roman eagerly for a response, a happy but slightly impatient smile on his face.

“Ok wait um-“

“OH my goodness gracious did you just zone out again?” He asked through giggles. “For all you know, I could’ve been talking bout how much I hate your stupid face. Or I could’ve been talking about how much I love it. I could’ve been describing your beauty in angry detail and you wouldn’t have even noticed.”

Well when did he get so confident. Hmmmmmok I wasn’t prepared for this.

Roman, too surprised to answer, just stuttered out an inaudible response.

“Oh calm down, Prince Charming.” Virgil continued. “I was just talking about how every time you zone out, you make that stupid face. Like the one you’re making right now- Roman!”

Virgil broke down with laughter, curling up on himself. Every doubt was cleared from Roman’s mind as soon as he heard Virgil laugh. Of course he’d heard him laugh a few times before- they’d gone to school together since freshman year. It would be impossible for Roman, in almost three years of knowing him, not to hear him laugh at least once. But this was different. It wasn’t just a hidden little laugh that he sometimes slipped from Virgil whenever Logan Gelee corrected teachers, or a quiet chuckle that he sometimes heard from the sound booth during play rehearsals. It was actual contagious, uncontrollable laughter.

“I’m just exhausted, don’t worry. Not quite unhinged yet.” Roman laughed a little as well.

They sat in silence for a minute or two before Virgil chirped up to call Khan and Roman regained enough composure to speak again.

“Alright, so do you want me to drive you home? We can stop and grab donuts or something on the way if you want.”

“Could you just take me to Logan’s? I can give you his address and you can just drop me off. I can pay you back for breakfast on Monday.”

“What? No. Insane. I’m paying.”

“There’s literally no reason for you-“

“Shhpshhsh. Let me be a gentleman.” Roman called out just a little bit louder than he’d planned to.

“Alright, alright, fine. You can pay.” Virgil jumped back slightly, holding is arms up in defense but chuckling at Roman’s eagerness.

Only a few more words were exchanged between the two before they left, and they talked even less in the car. The second half of the ride was almost completely silent conversation wise. Virgil ate his donut in peace and Roman quietly hummed along to the radio until they pulled onto Logan’s street.

Roman tried desperately to think of something to say before Virgil left, not wanting to miss his chance to talk to him again. He cleared his throat awkwardly before chirping up.

“Hey, I know you probably won’t take me up on this, but you can come over and hang out anytime you need to get out of the house. You know, like a safe place or something. My parents hardly ever care if I have friends over, and I really do enjoy the company.” He laughed nervously as they pulled up next to Logan’s house. “The only person I ever have over is Patton, and he can be a bit much sometimes. It’s kind of refreshing to have someone who’s more real about life sometimes, y’know? Plus, I’m sure my parents would be happy to see that I actually have more than one friend.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and shot Virgil a nervous glance. Virgil stuttered for a few seconds before stumbling over his own hands to pull out his phone. He unlocked it and held it out to Roman, who gave him a confused look.

“Uh- um- your… number.” His eyes trailed around uncomfortably, looking at anything but Roman. “You can- I can call you next weekend maybe if you’re not busy?”

“Oh, right, yeah of course.” Roman smiled and took the phone to type in his number.

“I’m always looking for an excuse to get out of that hell hole, so if you’re ever even just slightly bored or lonely I will probably be down to hang out.”

“Alright. I’ll keep that in mind.” He handed the phone back and nodded awkwardly.

“Okay… cool.” Virgil pursed his lips together and nodded back at him before climbing out of the car.

“Oh, wait!” Roman called before Virgil had a chance to close the door. “Did you ever tell Logan you were coming? Will he be okay with you just showing up?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Virgil snickered. “There’s a tree next to his window and he’ll feel too guilty to let me sit out on the roof in the cold. He’ll let me in, don’t you worry.”

He shut the car door, leaving a baffled Roman behind him. Roman rolled down the window and leaned over into the passenger seat to talk to him again.

“Please don’t tell me you’re actually about to climb onto his roof.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, I’ve done this before.”

“Did you just quote Taylor Swift?” Did he just call me pretty?

“Mark Twain, now you can go.” He laughed and spun on his heel.

“Alright. Just be careful I guess.”

“Roooomaaan~” He called in a sing-songy voice. He stopped walking again and spun around to glare at him with fake annoyance.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop momming.” He held his hands up and slid back into the driver’s seat. “Good luck!”

“Thanks!” Virgil gave a two-finger salute and made his way over to the tree. He climbed a few branches and pulled himself up onto the roof. He was about to text Logan to let him, but decided against it when he realized the opportunity to scare him. He slid his phone back into his pocket and slowly made his way over to the window. He tapped the back of his knuckles lightly and chuckled as Logan jumped and nearly fell off of his bed.

Virgil pushed up the screen and Logan came over to open the window for him.

“What he hell are you doing? Why are you on my roof? Wait, it’s only like 8:30, is everything ok? Why are you up so early? I thought your parents both worked on Saturdays, why did you have to leave?” Logan’s maundering turned from annoyance to concern as he watched Virgil climb into the room and flop down in his spinny chair.

“Don’t worry, Logan. I’m totally fine.” He smiled. “I was on my way over here last night, but someone stopped me on the street and offered me a place to stay for the night. You’ll never guess who.”

“Wait wait wait, was it that obnoxious theatre kid?” Logan rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bed across from Virgil.

“Psh, no. Wait…” Virgil abruptly stopped his spinning. “Wha- how’d-“

“Well I stayed at school late last night with my team to practice for our academic competition today. Speaking of, you have about half an hour to spill your gossip then get out before I have to leave for that.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever-“

“I wasn’t finished.” He held up a hand to silence Virgil, who sighed dramatically and slid down in the desk chair. “Well I assumed that the person you’d met was probably someone you knew from a class because I know you wouldn’t go home with someone you’d never met. Well by the time I left, Roman was the only other student still there. He had been in the library with us all night. Of course, we didn’t talk to him.” He paused to give a scoff along with that, as if to say ‘obviously.’ “Well he was the only other student there, and I know you know him from all of your stage work.”

“Okay yeah, but it was Friday night. It could have been literally anyone-“

“BUT. Before I left, I heard Roman on the phone with someone. Someone named Patton, I believe. At least that’s what it sounded like.” He paused again to shake his head disapprovingly. “And goodness, was this guy loud. It was a little hard not to eavesdrop when this Patton guy was basically screaming through the phone.”

“Geez, Logan.” Virgil draped himself farther on the chair. “Get on with it so I can tell you what happened!”

“Alright, alright, fine. So they were on the phone, and this guy, Patton, was apologizing about not being able to hang out. And keep in mind it was like 9:30, so Roman seemed kind of upset to have planned canceled so late. He joked that he would just go get a coffee and take a lonely drive because Patton had ‘abandoned him.’ Talked about just driving around until he was too tired to drive and needed to go home.”

“Well it still could’ve been anyone.”

“Most people wouldn’t just be driving around alone on a Friday night with nowhere to go. They hang out with friends, and if they’re alone they at least have somewhere that they need to be. People don’t just drive aimlessly for fun. Well apparently Roman does.”

“There’s no way you thought through all of that in the half second between ‘you’ll never guess who’ and ‘wait.’” Virgil looked at him skeptically. “Did you just spend all that time explaining that to me just to let me down by telling me that you took a shot in the dark and thought through it after?”

“Excuse you, I never make guesses without thinking. That was an educated guess.”

“Whatever, now shut up so I can tell you about this.”

“Fine.” Logan pushed himself back on the bed to lean against the headboard and got ready to listen to Virgil ramble.

“Ok so first off, he’s kinda hot. Just gotta get that one out of the way.”

“Oh my- Virgil!” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Shut up and let me talk, Specs!” Virgil leaned forward in the chair and rested his arms on the edge of the bed frame.

“I told you not to sit like that. You’re going to hurt yourself if that chair rolls back when you’re not paying attention.”

“Logan shut up and let me talk about my boy problems. Ok, so he offered me a ride home, right?” He continued to ramble about everything that had happened. The drive to Roman’s house, Roman’s adorable dog and beautiful house, the Disney mural, everything that he could think of.

“And this morning, you’ll never believe what happened before he dropped me off-“

“Okay wait a second. Pause.” Logan held up his hand again and leaned forward to get closer to eye level with Virgil. “I thought you hated this guy.”

“Okay well that was before I got to know him.” Virgil slid his elbows off of the bedframe and leaned back into the chair again. “He was actually very nice, alright?”

“Doubt it.”

“Logan. Boy problems. Just listen so I can tell you what happened. Okay so right before we got here, he told me I could come over to his house if I ever needed somewhere to go. So I got his number in case I ever wanted to text him to hang out.” Logan couldn’t help but smile at the way Virgil’s face lit up as he talked about Roman.

“Well maybe he’s not that bad.”

“He’s amazing! And now I have somewhere to go if I can’t come here, which is like all the time.”

“Speaking of, my dad should be leaving soon, so you can go downstairs before we leave if you want to say hi to Thomas.”

“Ah yes, the wise Thomas Gelee. Don’t mind if I do.” He pushed himself up off of the chair to look out the window and check the driveway.

“He left already. I’ll go bother Thomas so you can get ready for your Nerd Bowl.”

“You can stay in here if you-“

“Nope, Thomas is my favorite.” Virgil shot him one last smile as he made his way out of the room to go see Thomas.

Thomas was a year above them, but he was a theatre kid. Virgil was pretty sure he seen him with Roman before, so he’d probably be able to vouch for Roman’s character. He sauntered down the steps and stops in front of Thomas’s door, knocking quietly before running in and jumping face first onto the bed. Thomas was sitting on the floor with his laptop on his legs. He seemed completely unphased by Virgil’s energy.

“What’s up kiddo?” He asked as he typed away on his computer.

“Boy problems.” Virgil mumbled through the pillows.

“Ooo, do tell.” He looked up from his laptop and smiled. Virgil rolled over so he could speak better before starting his rant.

“Do you know Roman Prince?” He sighed.

“Oh my goodness, yes I do.” Thomas said excitedly as he set his laptop aside and jumped up to sit by Virgil. “Scoot over. Now tell me everything.”

Virgil gave him the brief summary of the night. Thomas nodded along quietly until he was finished. He bit back a smile as he watched Virgil get progressively more excited.

“Well, do you think you’re going to hang out with him again?”

“Yeah, of course. You know how things are with my family. I couldn’t be happier to have a free excuse to get out of the house. And now you won’t have to make late night and early morning trips to take me home when I need to get out of the house.” Virgil beamed.

“So, speaking of, do you need a ride home?”

“Uhhhh…mmm…” He hopped off of the bed and shuffled over to the door to poke his head out. “Hey Lo?”

“Yes?”

“Are you dropping me off at home?”

“I guess so.” Logan sighed as he made his way down the steps. He straightened his tie and pulled out his phone to check the time. “But we need to leave soon if I am.”

“Alright. Thanks for the company, Favorite Senior.” Virgil turned back into the room to wave to Thomas.

Thomas fell back onto his bed at gave Virgil an upside-down smile. “No problem, Favorite Junior.”

“Not even going to ask.” Logan rolled his eyes and pulled Virgil out of the room, sending Thomas a quick wave before he shut the door. “You can talk about Roman as much as you want on the way home.”

“Oh believe me, I will.”

Taglist: @ab-artist

[cascadingsorrows]

@dreams-of-fate Liked for a starter

> Muses: Chun'er / Liu Qingge

Liu Qingge slammed the doors to his private study, the action causing the walls to rattle in fear as he paced across the room. Not even the sight of his sister deterred him from pacing in his inner turmoils. He also didn't catch the moment his sister rolled her eyes so hard one would be afraid it would get stuck like that.

"What's wrong now, Ge?" she breathed behind her veil yet her eyes held amusement.

It was then he realized he wasn't just imagining things, jumping at the sudden question he sent his sister a half-hearted glare before continuing his pacing, "I'm fucked, royally so!"

"Mhm and....?"

"If I tell you, I better not hear an I told you so."

"Oh? do go on then my dear Ge, this lowly sister is all ears."

With a sigh, he reached a hand up to scrub his face, "My wedding with Chun'er is in a few days...you know the union is to protect her and the child, to give them a place to stay...w..well..-" He coughed and looked away as his face flushed like a blooming red lotus, "I proposed marriage on the pretense of it being fake... but...I...I-I don't want it to be fake??"

After a moment of silence, he turned to look back at his sister, and before he could say anything the younger girl tossed her head back and laughed, "I KNEW IT AHAHAHAH I TOLD YOU SO GE." She hollered as she held her sides, "You are such a lovestruck fool! have you maybe told her?"

"No?!"

"I take it back, you're a lovestruck IDIOT when do you see her?"

"I'm about to leave now..."

"Tell her your feelings."

"No"

"Yes."

"No."

------

After letting himself be hounded by his sister, betrayed is what he felt towards her he made his way to the cottage his soon-to-be wife stayed, his hands on the flower he picked out, and the toy for Xia trembled with nerve. He momentarily paused with his hand held up to knock and he cleared his throat. No, he wasn't going to say anything...

Not yet...

[cascadingsorrows]

@aqingx - Plotted Starter 

Nie Mingjue, the sect leader of the Qinghe Nie. A feared and respected leader for his bravery and sense of justice, also a well known Werewolf. Over-protective of his more smaller and younger brother he would often train in the woods to hone his skills and during such a night, walking the earth in his wolf form, a beast of a canine for his size alone would often scare any who wish to harm those his cares about. 

Yet tonight was different, as he traveled between trees he paused, a scent made him growl as he turned towards the direction it came from. It had been ages since he last encountered their kind and he wondered why they had a death wish to wander into his territory. 

He took off into a run, his large paws moving swiftly until he slowed, his head lowered as he pushed through a hedge of bushes, “You are far from your lands Vampire...” he growled, mortal enemies encounter always met Nie Mingjue’s jaws, knocking on deaths door, but Mingjue did not care... well not until the moonlight above shone the silhouette of a women and he narrowed his golden eyes. 

[cascadingsorrows]

Dabble / Open Starter 

W̵̰̯͉͇̏͐̒͝è̴͇̌̉ḭ̷̦̭͐̉̚ͅ ̸̰̰̇̓̈́W̴̻͋͜ų̶̇͆͠x̶̡̻̫̘͂į̶̏̑̿ȁ̸̧̰̭̀̃̊n̴͇͝ ̶̛̜̱̤̫̄͛̍

W̵̰̯͉͇̏͐̒͝è̴͇̌̉ḭ̷̦̭͐̉̚ͅ ̸̰̰̇̓̈́W̴̻͋͜ų̶̇͆͠x̶̡̻̫̘͂į̶̏̑̿ȁ̸̧̰̭̀̃̊n̴͇͝ ̶̛̜̱̤̫̄͛̍

Wei Wuxian squeezed his eyes shut as the voices whispered around him, the shadows that haunt him crawling from the darkest corners of the cave. Ever since he survived the Burial Mounds and gathered the remaining Wen’s he constantly fought the demons that plagued his heart and mind. Yet, he needed more... he had to get stronger, had to protect those that couldn’t protect themselves, protect the innocents. 

He wanted...

Ẁ̷͉͕͉ë̸̢̛͐̃i̶̯͌̄͐ ̶̣̉̽͒͘W̷̜̾̍ứ̵̰̳͋͘x̴̡͕̱̿̃į̷͈̩͗a̸̮̘͗̈ṉ̸̈ ̷̞̦̄͘͜d̶̛̦̱̫͑̅o̶̫̐̏͌̍ ̶̥͒͛̿͒ȳ̶̨̜͍̀̏͘o̸̗̰͈̻̾̀̀̅ū̷̝ ̶̻̮̝̾̑͌͠ŵ̴̪̫̉̈́́a̷̧̛̤̱̒͛n̸̮̦͉̑̈́̄t̷̪̘̀́͒ ̸̧̭͓̊v̴̘̜͉̋͊̚e̵̛̝̊͠n̴̤͇̝͒̽̚͜g̷͎̠̔e̸̫͝ă̸̱̜̜̬̎n̶̫̆̃c̴̬̠͛̋̓̑ḛ̷͇̭͑̉?̶̺̼̰̓̎͘ͅ ̸̧͎̺̖̌̏͂

He opened his eyes to glance down at the metal in his right hand, still raw and in a solid form, it’s shape yet to make itself know. Stygian tiger amulet is what it will be called, a dangerous weapon to others but a tool for his plans. 

The whispers surrounding him like a sirens call, shadowy tendrils crawling up his chest, caressing his body like a lover and he squeezed his eyes to will the shadows away, to force the demons back into their corners but the call for blood, the yearning to kill was too strong and he used his free hand to grip his head as the whispers rang like a war drum, each beat of his heart was a crescendo ready to explode. “No...no.. I will control you...” He gritted out, his hand holding the metal shook as the cold ore dug into his skin. 

He shook his head and forced his eyes open once more to look at a piece of bronze mirror to his left, the reflection looking back wasn’t him, eyes flickering from red to silver and a wicked smile spread across his features. No longer was he the youth full of playfulness and curiosity. No, he was slowly spiraling into the monster he vowed to never become. 

Suddenly in a moment of clarity he forced the claws that dug into his heart to snap away, the hissing of whispers gathering into a miasma of darkness, a storm of evil and bloodlust filled the cave as the temperature dropped, his hand gripping the metal loosened and he watched in half horror the droplets of blood trickle onto the untamed weapon causing the miasma to cry in happiness, the ecstasy of the demons swirling into the air as he pushed himself to his feet and the storm shot towards him, his battered and war torn body absorbing the miasma and he doubled forward in a fit of madness, his laughter filling the cold cave as the voices screeched in victory. 

W̵͙͚̮̝͌̈́e̶̡̟̟͒͒̈ì̷̟͎̃̌̓ ̷̮̩͕̝͊͐W̸̫͕̓͐̾u̷͖̖̎͌ͅx̷̢̕i̸̪̿̆̆̚à̴̢̛͕̙͖̌͛n̶̢̋ ̸́̇��͔̜͜y̷̭͈͕̽ǒ̶͎̩̚u̶̧̓̾͜ ̴̨̳̼̩̅̽̕á̷̧̧̛̙̥r̷̬̃̓͝e̷̠̭͉̦̒̉͠ ̴͙̈́̓o̵̟̊̚ú̴̱͘̕͜r̸͚̥̈͜s̶̫̟̔̊̕!̴̡̬̗̭́

“Wei Wuxian?” a voice called out hesitantly at the mouth of the cave and Wuxian turned towards the voice, his eyes flickering red as his voice rang out in a distorted horror, “What?!” he snapped before forcing his control to the surface, the whispers finally quieting down. 

“Y-you have a visitor” 

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@creation-is-chaos - Plotted starter

Muse: Chu Wanning

In a world where Gods and Goddess ruled over the Earth, in it's warm embrace of the Sun Kingdom to its frigid chills of the Snow Palace. Everything existed in a moderate peace if one did not overstep, if one did not offend on of these many kingdoms.

Chu Wanning was once a warrior of light until the day he severed ties to his home and was given a wound that would never heal. His powers were still surging at the tips of his fingers but his core, where all of his powers resided was weak and fragile. One wrong move and it was over for him.

Yet he did not regret leaving nor does he regret traveling upon the Earth, from kingdom to kingdom to offer his assistance. Of course, he never really lasted long. His cold exterior would often turn people away, his harsh words and icy disposition would call for him to go elsewhere.

He had long since accepted the fact that he was neither approachable nor likeable. He had accepted but the pang in his heart settled rather heavily as he would often watch others and feel begrudged that he could not have that.

It's is how he arrived in the Shadow Kingdom. His latest point in his journey, As he walked up the long pathway he raised his hand to bring the white cloak tighter around him. He hated the cold for he was easily acceptable on catching a cold but he pushed forward. His phoenix eyes dark and icy as he marched forward.

"I am here for an audience with the King." he announced as he reached the tall and elegant gates. Extremely forbearing as he eyed the guards to the side. a scowl slowly showed on his face as he fought a shiver from being too noticeable.

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@creation-is-chaos​ - Liked for a Starter | Muse: Xie Lian 

The call, at first was a whisper, in a sea of prayers and calls for his heavenly appearance was a normal occurrence but this one voice, it was strange as it made Xie Lian pause in his steps and furrow his brows. A shiver jolted down his back as he felt the whisper grow to its crescendo like a wave crashing against the coast it made Xie Lian reach up to cover his ears. 

Suddenly he felt his body fall, robes fluttering around him as he felt the blur of colors, the flash of moment passed as he appeared within a dimly lit room. amber eyes looked up, his colorful robes sprawled around him as he struggled to intake a breath. 

It wasn’t going to kill him, being a God sometimes came along with some perks. A delicate hand reached up to touch his neck when he felt on his skin, a series of raised bumps, almost like a collar, a shackle. 

“...what?” he croaked as he swallowed his fear and calmed his mind, what worse luck! 

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@pcachlovc - Liked for a Starter

> Muses: Yanli / Meng Yao

Jiang Yanli smiled softly as she looked down at her son as she gently rocked him, If anyone asked her a year ago if this was where she was going to be, she might laugh and said they were being silly. Yet here she was, living her dreams.

She decided to take a walk around seeing as it was a beautiful day out when she spotted a figure, approaching she realized it was Jin Guangyao, smiling she shifted Jin Ling in her arms and waved, "Young Master Jin!" she called out and approached the other. She knew all too well how he was treated and she promised herself that if someone was going to be kind to him, it would be her.

"Just the person we wanted to see! are you free? Jin Ling here misses his uncle."

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@dreams-of-fate​ - Liked for a starter! | Feng Xin -> Bai Qian 

Feng Xin stomped through the forest with little care on what forest he stepped in, his recent argument with Mu Qing resulted in deeper knives and longer claws. Each side digging in with little remorse. Not that his own temper made it easy to get along with anyone but he was trying. 

A part of him felt rather proud that he was a bigger man and stormed off before punches could be thrown, With a sigh he paused before realizing he had no idea where he was or how long he was walking for. Okay so maybe he was just a coward and ran away but he could disappoint His Highness and the other Martial Gods. 

“Fucking great, just great!” he exclaimed when he noticed another person nearby, swallowing his pride and anger he called out, “Hey!” He cupped his hands together in greeting after jogging up to them, “Do you know where we are?” was he lost? yes, yes he was. 

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Wuxian was testing out new talisman’s to improve night hunting, the goal was to create a talisman which would summon a spirit animal to assist the cultivator... or so that what he was hoping it would do. 

But one tiny mistake in a brushstroke and a plume of smoke later Wei Wuxian was no where to be found except for a bundle of robes on the ground and a grey bunny panicking within it. 

Oh no oh no.... 

At least he still had his subconscious as he looked around the enormous room and felt his tiny heart beat faster in anxiety. He looked at Chenqing that laid on the ground by his clothes and he pawed it with in avail. He had no idea how to fix this or how long the affect will be. 

He was known to venture out, what if no one noticed him missing? He hopped around before doing the worst thing he could have possibly do. Run out of the room and straight into a much larger world. With no indication to who he really is except for the gray fur and the rather human like behavior, Wuxian was in all intents and purpose a rabbit. 

I have to find someone!

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Random silly stuff @ajadedflame​      Other muse use Mention: Jun @unitedxfront

{ Sends text to Jade instead of Jun }

Jun, what do I do? She’s so beautiful... << Xichen Will it be too straightforward if I give her a bouquet of flowers? << Xichen Or perhaps her favorite tea? << Xichen How does one express their crush? 😔 << Xichen You would think as a detective I would be more knowledgeable in this. << Xichen 

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Open Starter

Muse - Lan Wangji

Verse - Nine Tail fox

Setting - Modern variant

Centuries had passed since the day he was banished from the mountains, living in a daze, Lan Wangji only had one thing in mind... finding his mate. A promise between them and hope that one day they would meet again fueled his desire to live on.

The fox had seen countless things over the centuries, had witness the world change around him and saw how people began to forget about them, began to see his kind as folklore and stories to tell to young children so they would behave. Their temples and shrines were wasting away as villages expanded to cities that touched the skies.

And has Humanity turned towards materialistic desires. They were so loud, cars honking, yelling, no longer did the sounds of nature could be heard.

Unfortunately, Wangji had to adapt to the changing times himself. Long since he stopped wearing his robes and began wearing modern wear and his once long hair was cut short to match. He sighed as he looked at his appearance through a storefronts reflection, golden eyes looking back at him as he ran a hand through his short locks.

His sacred ribbon tied around his neck like a choker instead of around his forehead, honestly he felt so exposed...

A sound to his left maybe him turn his head as he looked at a familiar face, “it’s you.” He greeted and added with a nod of his head, “it has been long.”

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@pcachlovc​ Liked for a starter! / To Jiang Yanli from Wei Wuxian 

Laughter filled the corridors as Wei Wuxian ran from his enraged younger brother, once again Jiang Cheng fell for a harmless prank and now he was soaked from head to toe. Wuxian being the troublemaker of Lotus Pier only laughed until he felt his brother’s rage. 

As he ran he spotted the one person who would safe him from an early death and he skidded to a stop and hid behind his sister, “Shijie! Shijie save me, Jiang Cheng is going to kill me!” he dramatically cried out with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. 

“Wei Wuxian you little-! Jiejie won’t protect you!” 

Wuxian grinned as he stuck his tongue out at him, “I’m her favorite! so yes she will!” he teased which only made the younger male rage even more. Oops? 

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@memorystxrs​ Liked for a starter! / Madam Yu to WWX 

Yu Ziyuan was a strong woman, not many dared to question nor dare raise against her and her Zidian. She ruled Lotus Pier with an iron fist whereas her husband was much kinder. Some may ask how a estranged marriage was able to take place but those gossip quickly died with a single glare of her dark eyes. 

Now, everyone knew of her hostility towards a certain head disciple that they adopted- Correct, was adopted without even asking her thank you very much and who overshadowed her own son, Ha! that was laughable. 

Everyone knew she hated him and even she convinced herself that she hated Wei Wuxian but she was just envious that the brat had more heart than her own children. It was easier to act out in hostility than open her arms like her fragile hearted husband. HMPH.

If she sought out that brat with a bundle in her arms then no one questioned, if her eyes narrowed as she spotted him fooling around once again then no one questioned it. “Wei Wuxian!” she growled and everyone in the vicinity scrambled to leave, “If you have time to fool around then do something productive you ungrateful brat!” She threw the bundle of what looked like new robes at him and she huffed in annoyance, her back quickly turned towards him. 

No she did not care about him, no she was not gifting the lousy son of a servant new clothes. She just didn’t want him to bring even more shame to the Jiang Sect. “You better go back to practicing unless you want to taste my Zidian again!” 

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@unbrokenpride​ - Liked for a starter / To Jin Guangyao from Lan Xichen 

Lan Xichen smiled as he held out a jade token out towards the other, “This is for you, If you ever need a place to escape to when commandeering the Jin clan is too much or you need someone to lean on then The Cloud Recesses welcomes you with open arms.” 

Ever since he first met Meng Yao he knew the man had a good head on his shoulders, he disliked the rumors that clouded the other like a snake coiling around his neck and he vowed to treat him like a normal human being and a true friend. 

He did not understand fully what happened during the siege in the Unclean Realm in which Mingjue set him away or the hostility between then but he didn’t want to see the two closest to him fight.