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[archivedsizhui]

@ofwindsweptpines

Baba <3

[wonderstxrs]

        ‘’Eh-- just a second,’’ Usually Wei Wuxian would be the first, or at least second if not the first, on bed demanding cuddles and attention. But he didn’t want to RUSH himself this time. He wanted to do a good job, to do them justice. Which was already a hard feat, but he had fun drawing Xue Yang and Lan Zhan - together, in each others arms. He’d seen the view several times now, and the image still clear on his mind was not put on paper. Looking at it with a growing, fond smile, he hums to himself in satisfaction.

‘‘Ah, Lan Zhan ! Xue Yang !’‘ && there it was, Wei Ying was up and about again. Making sure to lift the drawing carefully so he wouldn’t ruin it while making his way over to the bed. ‘‘ Take a look. ‘‘ he was excited to show them, despite just as much craving their touch. He’d already made up his mind that he wanted to get in between them. But first things first. ‘‘ What do you think? ’‘

@cxndybxstxrd & @ofwindsweptpines​ ; poly ship verse.

[ofgoldentouches]

Heart and soul, I FELL in love with you Heart and soul, the way a FOOL would do, madly                                                Because you held me tight                                                And stole a KISS in the night

                                                [ @ofwindsweptpines​ ]

[aeipathic]

@ofwindsweptpines sent: Because I love you! (For Wei Ying)

     - from this meme​

   it isn’t a shout, precisely -- lan zhan does not shout. and yet it seems to ring around the cave anyway, those four words, that declaration, snapped into the air with no patience left.

    it shuts wei wuxian up.

    the argument -- just more of the same. always more of the same, except wei wuxian can’t...he can’t, anymore, can’t dodge and smile and twist his way out of lan zhan’s questions, his misplaced concern. wei wuxian is tired, worn thin, slowly decaying in this place that has been eating him out from the inside since he first fell. it’s hard enough to keep a good face up for the wens, to duck wen qing’s severe, worried gaze, to smile for a-yuan. it’s as much energy as he has, doing that, keeping them safe, from both the outside world and from the things inside him. he can’t -- he can’t have lan zhan here too, pressing at his sore points, reminding wei wuxian of all the things he can’t have.

    and so: their dance. lan zhan reaching out, wei wuxian pulling away. it’s just a scratch. a scratch that will take too long to heal and hurt and hurt, but that doesn’t matter. lan zhan can’t help, lan zhan can’t get too close. it’s all that wei wuxian can keep straight in his head, some times: just don’t let them too close. lan zhan asking to help. wei wuxian pretending he doesn’t need it. asking why, why, why are you here, why did you come, why won’t you just stop, why do you care what happens to me, lan zhan, why does it matter--

    and then. this. and wei wuxian was dizzy already, drained from his exertions, keeping the resentful energy at bay, locking it away, siphoning it up inside him and holding it there where it can’t hurt anyone but him. he is dizzy and for a second he thinks he hasn’t heard right. that he has, maybe, hallucinated the last ten seconds of his life. maybe more. you can never be quite sure.

    he laughs.

    a short, sharp, disbelieving thing, born from incomprehension. that doesn’t -- lan zhan doesn’t -- is he joking? is this how lans joke?

    he laughs because he might cry, otherwise. but lan zhan’s face doesn’t change, and the laughter peters out, and wei wuxian is standing there empty and confused. there is a hole in his chest and it aches and aches. lan zhan has reached inside him and scraped something out, and he doesn’t -- doesn’t know what to --

    “lan zhan,” he says, faint, the laughter slipping off his face and leaving an open uncertainty. “what?”

[cascadingsorrows]

ofwindsweptpines said:

hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . (For Papa Lan pls and thank you ;A; whatever age)

hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . 

Some would say that in another universe he was a deadbeat dad riddled in his guilt to face his sect and his sons, but that was another him problem. The him now paraded around with his sons at his sides beaming proud papa aura. Although he had moments that his guilt towards the way his family began was overwhelming and he forced himself to work for hours at end to drown the angry emotions within him. 

Today was like other days where he thought too much and in returned pushed those around him further away, until a pair of hands tugged on his sleeves and it jolted him away from the pile of paperwork he was crafty ignoring. 

He turned to see hs youngest son looking at him expectedly, eyes that blinked at him as he held out a small basket with oddly shaped treats inside. The elder felt his chest swell in pride as the guilt faded back into the darkness. “A-Zhan, were you and A-Huan in the kitchen again?” he didn’t wait for an answers as he accepted the basket with a smile. “Thank you little one, now shall we have some snacks and tea? I can’t wait to try A-Zhan’s cooking!” he laughed whole-heartedly as he reached out to place a gentle hand on top of his son’s head. 

[tiaowu-han]

a starter for @ofwindsweptpines

This was starting to be troublesome. Once, Wei Ying had taken for granted the ease of access he once enjoyed in and out of Gusu. A simple rite of passage, a formality then, now proved to be a major hurdle now. Already, he was running out of options.

Security had tightened considerably since he had been there. Or, perhaps it was because he had been there. They no longer made spare talismans for one to ferret for a rainy day. Individuals, including impressionable juniors were under strict orders not to part with their rites under strict penalties. Wei Ying reckoned that it would have been easy to lift one off a said junior, but something about that approach did not sit well. It was not as though these youth had anything to do with him, nor did they deserve undo punishment.

Well, really, neither did Lan Zhan, yet, there Wei Ying was, quietly lowering himself from the branch of a tree which overlooked that former classmate’s room, silent as the grave. Already, he had attempted this one. Now, the need was more dire. The longer he was there, the more troublesome it became—his identity could be discovered. His paths were more likely to cross with Jiang Cheng. All the hurts and pains of a once dead past threatened to thrust themselves into him once more.

And perhaps the world was better off with the Yiling Patriarch’s passing.

Carefully, Wei Ying cracked the sliding door, peeking inside. The room was quiet, peaceful even. It was by this he knew Lan Zhan was near. It was the same aura that trickled into his uncertain self, even now. Come back to Gusu with me, it said. Other times, it whispered, it does not have to be this way. He scanned the room to pinpoint Lan Zhan’s form in his bed, waiting some moments longer before easing the door back.

He descended as a ghost, meticulous, touching nothing but that was necessary about the room. Not here. Not there—perhaps with his clothing? Easing a drawer of the dresser, his pale fingers delicately carded through the articles, careful not to disturb what was there. As though something in the pristine folds and immaculate preservation was precious.

Untouchable.

[vermilionagainstsnow]

@ofwindsweptpines​ stated  it’s good that you have friends that you can lean against

He was surprised by the sentiment to say the least and he quickly dipped his head to Hanguang-Jun in return he didn't know quiet where to look. It was odd to have someone not legal required to care for you taking interest in your well being and Jin Ling was still coming to grips on that. He had friends now and that was something he had lacked before. Still it was daunting the tasks ahead of him. He knew that there was going to be times when he didn't know the proper answer or he said the wrong thing. Jingyi had a big mouth and Jin Ling had a big mouth and a temper, so there was that inner part of the young Jin that was sure he would say the wrong thing and everyone would decide he was to screwed up to be friends with.

"It is." he agreed as he peeked up through the full bangs that fell in his face to look at the luminous man. "I just---I have made so many mistakes already." he offered stoic in his stance he still held the ridged, regal bearing that echoed his father. Though there was a softness to his feature and the way he spoke that was very much his mother. He'd inherited her heart, her smaller frame and stature and the bullies never let him forget that either. "One day I will say the wrong thing and they will likely realize that they made a mistake being anywhere near me." he knew how it sounded. He was down on himself but he was trying to be honest about it. “I am not good with people.” he admitted aloud.

"Every since the Temple.." he voice broke and his eyes stung. "I have not been able to sleep properly. Sizhui sends me a tea that helps me sleep he's support its like he's made of it or for it. Jingyi has been...well...Jingyi but you know that's kinda reassuring too. Zizhen is close enough to visit regularly and he does check in on me..but...I am afraid I will loose them" he lowered his gaze back to his shoes at the hem of the expensively embroidered robe.Scoffed at himself it sounded pathetic to his own ears. "Can I ask you...how you do it ?" he spoke as though asking for some hidden secret or Sect technique. "How do you lead and make others want to follow you ?" 

Much like the second jade he had a problem with people, being touched by them. Having them in his personal space and really just having to be around them. He had never wanted to be like that. However, he saw the struggles in it and he wondered if Hanguang-Jun had the same issue. Jin Ling did not have the grace and noble air that the Lan Sect seemed to have in spades.

[luanzangxgang]

DIBBLY DIBBLY DIBS!

I DIBBLY USE IT BACK TO YOU! <3 forever and ever my friend!

[evcryopeneye]

@ofwindsweptpines​​ liked for a starter

Well this was. Uncomfortable.

Feng Wu didn’t know what to do or say, the silence gave room for over analysis. For her brain to start working out a hundred ways this situation could go. A hundred ways for it to backfire. A hundred different exits to get out. Soon enough, it was paralysing. What was she meant to do? Was she meant to simply sit here in silence and wait for him to bring up the elephant in the room, or was it her job to do that?

Protocol messed things up. It was too deep and confusing for her, she tried her best but it was overwhelming at times, in the little house on the edge of the border, none of this had mattered. Demoted from princess to commoner, memory gone, none of it mattered. All that had, was survival. Make money. Feed the family. Keep the wind and rain off them. Here none of that mattered, despite the cold life was comfortable - she wondered if they realised how comfortable?

“So…” Feng Wu began, dragging the word out. “You know?”

[goldencored-arc]

@ofwindsweptpines​ ♥’d

“Hanguang-jun.”

Footsteps light, he’s quick to catch up, to offer a small salute. “I have something for you to give to Wei-gongzi.” In the months since he’s become interim sect leader, he still hasn’t been able to face his once-idol directly. How can he, knowing that he tried to sacrifice himself so that Wei-gongzi could live and breathe again?

Regardless, he holds out a decorative wooden box for Lan Wangji to take. “I believe these belong to him. I doubt anyone will notice them missing.” His half brother’s treasure room was currently a mess— the perfect opportunity for Xunayu to reunite Wei-gongzi with his manuscripts.

[baijingshen]

what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

Multimuse Mun Memes

WEIRD HEADCANONS are actually super hard to think of if they don’t pop into your head at 4:17 am. I guess some of those aren’t weird as much as they’re just random~

Wen Ning: 100% influenced by two (!) separate fanfics I read in which Wen Ning used to help with the laundry in Qishan for some reason (lol), in particular he fixed up holes and torn robes (---essentially someone just shoved clothes into his hands and he was too polite to point out that he’s not a servant and this isn’t his job), and ended up stitching little embroidery animals into people’s sleeves. But didn’t tell them about it. So Wen Zhuliu randomly discovered a little bunny head on the inside of his sleeve at some point and had no clue where it came from. Golden headcanon.

Nie Mingjue: Mingjue tried growing more of a beard once, around the chin as well, but after Huaisang pointed out that he looked like their father he shaved it.

Jiang Cheng: Cheng is equal parts grumpy and content when his food turns cold because he can’t get to eating it right away, because one the one hand he would have preferred hot food, on the other hand it gives him an odd sense of achievement that he was so busy and productive that he couldn’t even get to lunch/dinner in time before it turned cold.

Wen Ruohan: Ironically the Sun Lord can’t stay in the sun for too long because he’s got a bit of an allergy. So he always wears long sleeves/robes, even if it’s really warm outside.

Lan Xichen: Xichen has a habit of making tea and forgetting all about it, so he almost always drinks cold tea.

Nie Huaisang: Huaisang enjoys the idea of a wing kink.

Xiao Qing: While the picture of grace and elegance at any given moment during the day, Xiao Qing loses that completely when she falls asleep. She makes blanket burritos, hangs half off the bed, and snores.

Wei Wuxian: Wei Wuxian can lick his elbow. You know, if anyone can it’s WWX.

Song Lan: Song Lan is a messy eater, that’s the real reason why he prefers wearing dark clothes.

Lan Wangji: Wangji gave names to all the pet bunnies and he can tell them apart as well. Yonggan is his favorite because she always tries new food first and doesn’t shy away when someone approaches. She reminds him of Wei Ying in that way.

[ofgoldentouches]

@ofwindsweptpines

Outside the residence, the night was quiet and peaceful, without a hint of a disturbance

Inside the residence, though, two lovers were currently wrapped around in each other. Lips were busy claiming the other's by any means necessary all the while Xue Yang stripped them both bare.

First, his own robes were discarded and thrown haphazardly to the side, then it was Lan Wangji's turn.

Fingers worked to free his lover of all the layers that still separated their bare skin from touching, feeling more impatient the more the clothing got in the way.

However, within a few moments, Xue Yang won his victory, finally stripping Lan Wangji bare for him to take in and touch. Usually his silver eyes would take in the sight while his fingertips memorized every part of the other man's body, but tonight, he just wanted Lan Wangji to pleasure him until he couldn't possibly function.

"Fuck me hard, I don't even want to be able to walk tomorrow."

Xue Yang demanded against the other man's lips in his usual bratty manner.

[aeipathic]

👀 - what’s your role play guilty pleasure?

munday. || accepting. || @ofwindsweptpines​

hm this is a tough one. bc idk about guilty? but, i mentioned this in the notes of a meme i reblogged recently, but i definitely have a thing for characters pushing themselves to exhaustion, in any kind of media (so, you know, wwx relentlessly searching for a cure for jc in episodes 17-18 was a fun time for me), and also just like, when characters are woozy/have to conveniently faint into someone’s arms/you get the idea. idk! i just like it! the vulnerability of it all! so rping stuff like that is always a treat for me. possibly i take too much joy in writing characters who could collapse at any moment.

[indulgentia]

from  this  𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄  »  @𝒐𝒇𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔  𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 ：

“Are you okay?” (For Jin Ling)

Realization  gets  him  startled  in  both  disbelief  and  anger:  Once  again  he’s  made  a  fool  of  himself  in  front  of  other,  especially  in  front  of  Gusu  Lan’s  head,  much  to  his  dreadful  shame.  This  strange  sense  of  obedience  lingers  within  the  young  Junior  Cultivator,  strong  enough  at  least  to  suppress  his  usual  brattiness  and  rebelliousness  from  him  and  prevent  some  captious  assertive  from  aggressively  being  shot  out  his  lips  ━━━━━━━━━  for  the  time  being.

❛❛ I’m  fine  ━━━━━━  ! ❜❜    Youthful  features  twist  in  pain  mid-sentence  as  the  hand  reaches  for  his  shoulder.  Pressure  increases  inside  his  jaw,  teeth  grinding  against  each  other  in  a  desperate  attempt  to  remain  minimally  composed.    ❛❛ Hanguang-Jun  doesn’t  need  to  worry.  I  have  no  intention  to  be  a  dead  weight. ❜❜

[thememcry]

Muse = 4/10, except when wielding a folding chair. Total power move.

Mun = 4/10, except when drinking cups of sweat. Total power move.

      impressions of the mun / muse.

      very true about aerith. except when she’s wielding a folding chair & has a very stressed out man to sexually frustrate during a board meeting*. i fixed it for you.

      can you. let. the cup. of sweat. die. already. god damnit.

      god damnit hmr.

[luanzangxgang]

It had been a few days, perhaps even as long as a week, since he watched Lan Zhan’s back as he played his flute for him. There was hesitation between them, perhaps only on his own side for he couldn’t stop the guilt from eating at him. For as long as he’d saved the Wens, though he knew it was the right thing to do and he would do it again were the choice up to him, there were promises he broke, people he hurt and now he held the guilt of harming his Zhiji. Even though it was Wangji’s decision, even if he was against it for his sake, he was still at the center of his decision. A part of him was terrified because of the regret he was sure Lan Zhan would face. He had to live with being the reason for a lot of grief. Lotus Pier was his fault. Jiang Cheng losing his core was his fault. People fearing him was his fault, those people that died on Qiongqi Path was his fault. No matter where he went, those that he got close to would eventually suffer. He seemed to simply have that influence. Therefore the idea of Wangji regretting his decision and being consumed by hate for him, he felt it was a legitimate fear. Yet... What could be done about it? It was already done... Wasn’t it?

On the road back to the burial mounds, Wuxian had an inner debate for a long while. He was so quiet and lost in thought that in the back of his mind he knew he worried Wen Ning but even as the other called to him, Wuxian didn’t answer. Back on the grounds, his eyes instantly fell to the waterfall of black locks that belonged to none other than Lan Zhan. Unable to stop himself, he smiled. Somehow, even through the dirt and hardship of living on a grave site, Wangji managed to keep himself clean and proper. He seemed distracted with a few chores but Wuxian’s smile faded as he walked over to him. 

“Lan Zhan.“ He said, his voice far from normal as he waited for the other to look at him. For a moment he hesitated before he let a smile form. “Come with me?” He asked him but didn’t wait for an answer before he lead him into the Demon-Slaughtering Cave. @ofwindsweptpines​