#dreams-of-fate

[hetaoren]

@dreams-of-fate sent: “What happened? Are you hurt?” (ji.heng)

A Lan Sect flare had been visible in the sky and Lan Qiren had been among those to leave to aid the night-hunt. It shouldn't have been a difficult hunt, but the walking corpses lingering in the area had come from a previous unknown burial ground and it had been accidentally disturbed, leading to the team being swarmed by walking corpses.

In the end, they had all been dealt with and the injuries to the disciples had been minimal and for that Lan Qiren was glad. However, cleansing of the area took a lot of spiritual energy and left him feeling drained. All he wants is to take a bath and go to bed, but it's nearly daytime, so he will have to preserver.

About to head from the Healers, having made sure all disciples are taken care of, to his home, he's stopped by the young woman. "Just some walking corpses. It has all been taken care of, there is no need to worry," he reassured her. "I am unharmed." Which is technically right. He isn't harmed, just tired.

[caelestcs]

"--- if you were to ask her, she'd say "I loved the boy" while throwing flowers into a river; if you pressed her, she'd admit "I missed the man" as the sun set over the horizon; if you insisted, she'd admit "I hate the god". "

@dreams-of-fate || Shi Wudu & Mi Mi's tragic connection

[dramatiique]

❛ what are you thinking about? ❜ (j.ongwoo @ m.oonjo)

&. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. - ( accepting! )

There was the stirring of something within his chest; a swell of pride perhaps? Maybe something akin to joy? Jong-woo wasn't quickly making excuses to leave or refusing his invitations to drink on the roof. No, he was actively participating in conversation instead of letting it dwindle to nothing. That was promising.

Eyes cast out over the dark city, a light breeze ruffling his hair, Moon-jo's elegant fingers pinched the sides of the steadily emptying beer can as he takes a moment to contemplate his answer.

"I'm thinking about how glad I am to have you here. It's been a while since I felt like I could relax with someone like this."

Even if the atmosphere between them had been awkward and icy at first — with moments still occurring that led to tension — Moon-jo wanted these rooftop rendezvous to mean something to Jong-woo. A space for him to express his deepest thoughts and truest feelings to nobody else but him.

Turning his gaze to the younger man, a smile curved his lips. "I know moving here hasn't been easy for you, but I hope our meetings have provided you some sense of... security. If you ever need to get something off your chest, I'll always be here to listen."

@dreams-of-fate

[demcngeneral]

dreams-of-fate asked: -Lian Song inquired-❛ this day feels like it's never gonna end. ❜

He sat perfectly still hands folded on the table as he appeared to be absorbed in the conversations at hand. At least he appeared to listen. A tilt of his head to his nearest table mate brought a bright smile flashed in his direction. He voiced the same thing that Erxing was thinking. A long sleeve was delicate drawn from it resting posture to pour himself tea into a cup. Jade green eyes sparkled. "You know how these events are, they are more a lets get together and drink as opposed to the world is going to end soon send heroes." he answered with a soft chuckle.

Glancing up as at one of the white robed men, holier than thou and shook his head. He leaned so he could keep his voice down. "These days its become bragging rights about something that happened centuries ago." he shook his head. Half of the bragging was done by people who had not seen combat in over a thousand years and were very out of touch with realtyThank goodness for the emperor since it will certainly come to business when he appears."

The white and golden sleeve fluttered around his hand like a butterflies wing as he took a sip of the tea. It was a delightful blend, fragrant with a touch of flower. "Have you been to the mortal realm recently ?" he inquired softly keeping his chat private. His voice dropped lower. "There seems to be some unrest there happening."

@dreams-of-fate

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

@dreams-of-fate sent a lack of sleep meme: "Why are you still awake?"

Some would claim that Huaisang has no worries in the world, besides avoiding sabre practise. That is, however, not true. He has one big worry, a worry by the name of Nie Mingjue. Huaisang knows his brother has a lot of responsibilities, but he also tends to take on more than needed and worst of all, trying to hide his pain and worries from his didi. Huaisang is pretty worthless, but he can at least try and do something to help his brother relax or make sure he stays alive. Huaisang doesn't know what to do if his da-ge dies. Then he'd be alone, and the Nie sect leader. He knows his brother is a very capable man, more so than Huaisang will ever be, or want to be, but that doesn't mean he is invincible. He doesn't admit it, but every time Mingjue leaves the Unclean Realm, he worries. Worries that he'll never see him again. Worries that he might return and become like their father at the end. Worries that he doesn't rest enough. No one would ever guess that, he hides his worries well.

Lately though, Mingjue has seemed off and although Huaisang declines the offer to join the Nighthunt, he ends up being unable to enjoy his extra free time. Instead he finds himself pacing the front gate a lot, looking out into the darkness. The longer it takes, the more he worries, but eventually, nearly two shichen after daybreak, Huaisang sees the team returning. Not wanting to be caught staying up the entire night, he hurries through hidden passages to get back to his room, but he never reaches it. Suddenly, he is met with the imposing appearance of his brother, questioning why he's still awake. Huaisang immediately opens his fan, hiding most of his face behind it, despite the general dimness of the corridor. "You have it wrong, da-ge, I just rose early today." Lies! Huaisang hasn't risen early by himself in his life and if the light was a little stronger, one would notice the dark circles under his eyes. Not to mention that one of the guards might've seen him pacing outside and tattled on him.

"Da-ge... are you... unharmed?" he then asks, voice low, letting some of the worry bleed through on purpose, hoping his brother won't lecture him if he seems worried. It's not even a lie.

[battleguqin]

@dreams-of-fate clicked the <3 for a starter.

"How about we leave Xia with her Many uncles and go out tonight ?" he asked as he placed a kiss to the side of her neck. "It's the first time I have had off in so long"

[soundingstars]

⭐

Multimuse Meme |still accepting|

The muses that I would love to throw your way would have to be the series that we do have in common while I won't say no to mixing things up! Especially with the characters that I really haven't been able to use or the ones that might interest you! Wei Ying, Lan Sizhui, Xie Lian, Wu Xie because of his historical verse and him being one of the main leads in Heroes. The confusion he would cause lol. Yoon Hwa Pyung and possibly another one of my modern drama muses? I have a few of those that I haven't really had the chance to use yet or haven't used at all since the RP side of their series doesn't really exist.

[h3artf3ltint3nt]

“You were already asleep, I didn’t want to wake you.” (from nie.mingjue)

Nightmares & Sleeping Meme

Kexin had been helping out with some paperwork. Dà-gē was preoccupied with battle discussions. Discussions that would hopefully lead to finally being able to take action against the Wens. It was far past the time to do so, in her opinion. But due to the preparations, other paperwork had gotten behind so she'd offered to help. Once she was about three-quarters of the way through, she decided to take a break and figured she'd just rest her eyes for a moment and then get back to work.

Bleary eyes blink open and are greeted by the patterned ceiling of the office. It takes a moment for her sleep-addled mind to remind her what she was doing before falling asleep. Ah. Paperwork. The paperwork! She sits up from the sleeping mat (wait when had she laid down?), rather more quickly than necessary only to glance over and see Mingjue working at his desk.

"Dà-gē? If I knew you were back I would have cleaned up and left,"

Given his response, he must have asked someone to bring in the sleeping pad for her. She smiled lightly before moving to sit by the desk instead. "Sorry. I didn't manage to get all of the paperwork done. I meant to only rest my eyes for a moment," she commented, rubbing the back of her neck.

She tried to keep from immediately asking about the battle discussions, but she couldn't help it. "So how did it go? Is everyone finally on board?"

[mvxnn]

    a new beginning, @dreams-of-fate; to any

"The cold weather has made me turn into a hermit of sorts." She murmurs, glancing back towards the other. "Do you think I could get away walking around wrapped in a blanket?"

[fengyas]

@𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬-𝐨𝐟-𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 sent: [ full screenshot ]

        of the many places wen kexing liked to spend time at, it was often under a big oak tree that kept his skin from burning like crayfish under the rays of the sun that he was likely to be found, with a book of compiled poetry of all kinds in one hand and a fruit in the other. sometimes, it was a big, juicy fruit like apples or loquats. and sometimes, it was something a little bit smaller, like raisins, blueberries or even tangerine cloves.         today, wen kexing was again sitting underneath his favourite tree, but unlike the other times, he appeared to be deep in thoughts, his legs crossed and the palm of his right hand resting on his knee, while the fingers of his left hand rubbed the curve of his chin, obviously uncertain about what to do with himself.         in front of him, an unusual and significant amount of… gifts, if one could call them that way, sat on the grass above a large piece of fabric that one could guess to be quite expensive from the textile alone. from the most simple objects to the most intricate ones, all of them had been gifted to him at very different times of the day. could it be that they were congratulating him on his birthday?

        no, impossible.         wen kexing didn't usually celebrate his birthday and he had no need nor space for all of these gifts; if anything, they were just adding onto the heavy pile he carried with him. then could it be that those people all happened to be generous on this particular day? no, this couldn't be it either. all that he knew was that these gifts were all slightly too cumbersome, and that he would need a hand to carry these back home.

        naturally, he had also sensed the familiar presence of tantai jin behind him, he was used to his very peculiar way of ‘wanting-to-stay-as-quiet-and-unnoticeable-as-it-is-humanely-possible’ and he wasn't surprised in the slightest when a small object in the shape of a walnut was placed on top of his head. but he didn't mind it.

        “ah, there you are. just in time! do you have use for any of these? wait, did you just call me uncle again? aiya, how many times do i have to tell you? it's ge for you, ge!”

[hetaoren]

@dreams-of-fate (Liyang) liked for a young LQR.

It's not the first time Lan Qiren leaves Cloud Resecess, however, it is the first time he travels this far and for a Cultivation Conference. They're at Lotus Pier and they arrived on boat, having to walk through the market as they arrive. It's crowded and noisy, with so many different smells it makes the teen dizzy. Of course, none of this is noticeable besides slightly pressed lips.

They arrive at the actual residence of the Jiang Sect, greetings are exchanged and then they're told they can have some free time. Young Qiren wants to hole himself up in his room, but he is also a little curious about Lotus Pier and the Jiangs. It's all so different from Cloud Recesses. Despite the cloudy sensation in his brain, he starts to walk around. Though soon enough he finds himself a quiet spot by a pond, looking at the koi swimming in it. It makes him long for the ones back home, the ones who are not pets but kept to help keep the ponds clear.

He's watching the fish for awhile before hearing footsteps and voices. Female voices. Despite knowing it's not right, he hides behind a pillar. Lan Qiren has very limited experience of females. Besides his mother, he generally does not regularly interact with any, since the Lans live separated. Awkward in handling girls, he therefore hides, trying, and failing, not to peek out from behind it, stealing a look at these elusive creatures.

[caelestcs]

Starter for @dreams-of-fate​ || Bai Ni & Su Mengzhen 

Bai Ni knew she was no warrior, no fighter who can do grand deeds and save the innocents. Yet, her mentors in the Observatory were constantly pushing grand virtues and lofty goals onto her, but she remained somewhat resistant. Her brother was plenty heroic, and while she didn’t want to disappoint him, or anyone, there was a certain part of her that was looking for freedom above duty. Hence, as she stood before  Su Mengzhen, trying to keep her head high, admittance pushed past her lips like a startled bird.  

“I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I’m not.  I’m just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit. “

[floral-flames]

“Tell me something nice, please. About anything.” (su.moye @ zhao.lan)

*  ―  Misc. sentence & symbol starters || Accepting

━━━‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Something nice? This was an odd question indeed, though Zhao Lan understood it in some way as well- maybe, or she was just too kind for her own good sometimes. Regardless, the young woman tapped her chin, a small hum to escape as she thought of something to say... anything really.

"Ah! The younglings have been progressing in there studies really well these past few weeks, it's quite exciting" she started but soon realized this probably wasn't what they were expecting.

"Perhaps some tea while I think of something else that's nice"

[evcryopeneye]

@dreams-of-fate asked: Reading that just gave my headache back again. (shen.ye @ feng.wu)

Honestly, she had had warned, repeatedly, that the author had nothing to say worth reading, she couldn’t help  but find his pain…just a little funny. Head turned to the side, she tried desperately not to let the giggle escape her. While Feng Wu might have been a bit of a troll, she wasn’t a complete asshole.

She was however, just a little bit of an asshole. 

The giggle escaped, followed by a full laugh, “I told you! What do you think I’m not a learned person who can tell garbage when they read it?”

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

@dreams-of-fate sent: “Why is it that every time you start something, I’m the one who ends up in trouble?“ (pure sibling teasing life, n.mj)

Huaisang ducks his head, glancing up at his brother, who seems more amused than angry. "Because I'm your precious cute didi and you will protect me against anything?" he says, making it sound like a question even though it's not. Not really, anyway. Mingjue has always stepped up to defend and care for his younger brother, even though they have different mothers, something few would do even for their full-blood siblings.

"I really didn't mean to cause a problem this time, dage. Honestly!" And it is the truth. Huaisang might exaggerate, but he generally doesn't straight out lie. Okay, he sometimes does, but usually not and his brother knows when he lies anyway. Don't ask him how, he just seems to always do. "I really don't know how it came to be like this!" It all seemed to have just... snowballed and gone from slightly bad to worse. "I'm sorry, dage."

[battleguqin]

dreams-of-fate asked:

"I think more people should have Bigfoot's baby. He needs to repopulate." (Xia)

The look of confusion that touched Lan Sizhui's face as he reach for the peanut butter to add to the cart that he had Xia sitting in. As he had promised Chun'er he would do the groceries so she had have a girl's day.

A quick gaze went to the rags at the end of the cash registers they were passing. In bold letters I HAD BIGFOOT'S BABY it took ever single ounce of willpower to not comment negatively.

"Are you looking to date Bigfoot , baby ?" he asked her as he glanced down at her. "I can tell you who will object, me and mommy." Sizhui was a modern day cultivator, not too many of them left around that he knew of outside of his own circle. So if they could exist was it possible Big Foot could as well ?

Maybe he needed to call a Night Hunt--just in case.