#gelidlight

[ghcstchild-a]

“His painting technique is a 10, but he only uses it to play jokes on my younger brother.”

— he's a 10, but...

❝ Wait— you saw it? ❞ hesitation doesn't find a way into his words, blurted out in half surprise, half embarrassment, wishing for the abyss to open beneath his feet and offer a viable excuse to disappear. ❝ It's not that... I didn't mean it as a joke, Zewu-jun. ❞ He did, and it turned into a funny one too, thought maybe, admittedly, he went a little overboard with the book. Despite the gentle smile that never seems to leave the man's face, even Wei Wuxian can't help but feel humbled in his presence. ❝ The lighting was nice and— ❞

[hetaoren]

“Shufu is a model leader of upstanding moral and noble character who cherishes and guides our Lan Clan with a fatherlike hand, and gives help wherever needed.”

description meme || @gelidlight

Hearing such words, such commendations, from his nephew makes Lan Qiren feel... a lot. He swallows, a sudden lump seemingly stuck in his throat, chest aching, yet feeling warm at the same time. The older man can feel his eyes going wet. He cannot be seen displaying such grande emotions in public. Quietly, he turns around and walks away as quickly as is allowed, hoping no one will take notice of the feelings he cannot fully hide after what he just heard.

[pctaldrunk]

@gelidlight​ asked   :    LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. (rou rou)   -   SCENARIOS (ACCEPTING)

She barely feels the cold that rushes at her from all sides when she crashes into the still, glass-like surface and her skirts SUBMERGE into the water - the deep bone ache familiar and pulsating as she disappears into the mist and finds the soaked through sleeve and the arm underneath. Her hands are rougher now, and no longer that of a pampered young woman who had little but needlework to do all day, and though she has to put her whole body into it she has the strength to grab him and haul him up, to press herself under his arm and hold him out of the rippling dark water. The white fog that swirls above the surface CLINGS to them, her hair, wet and near freezing, clinging to her numb cheek - and she doesn’t realize she’s shivering, doesn’t realize the air that enters her lungs PUNCTURES them like knives, inhale sharp, chest heaving. “...It’s TOO COLD.” Her lips are numb and it hurts to speak. Even if he can handle it - so what if he can handle it? It feels MUCH TOO CRUEL - and she knows what that feels like. “Lan gongzi.” Swallows thickly, “X.ichen. Please.”

[achromaticstars-archived]

why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

Multimuse Asks |still accepting|

Ahh such a good question. There are a lot of different reasons why I was as my muses obviously are all over the place.

Wei Ying was because of his chaotic nature and I just love his character plus I wanted a chaotic muse.

Kunihiro is my absolute favorite from Touken Ranbu. I find him adorable as well.

With Xie Lian and Sizhui, I just liked their characters from the moment when I saw them or read about them. Plus a friend of mine who shares a ship with me is another reason, we made our own verse for the ship which I hopefully will be able to RP again sometime soon once they come back if they do.

Ye Xiu is because of my love of video games and Yang Yang is one of my favorite actors. Wu Xie is that nerdy history buff plus his series is about tomb raiding and the ship that's been built with @changeandmovingon. I don't really recall why I added Shi Lei besides just being a fan of the series and the OTP, I might remove him though since he hasn't gotten much activity.

Bai Yutong and Shen Yi are fun since they are my police force muses, I just like their characters. They are fun to mess around with. The last four being Lee Cheong-San, Chen Yuzhi, Yoon Hwa Pyung, and Kim Ga On were mostly because of OTP reasons or there was something that I just liked about them. For Cheong-San was because of the series since I am a zombie apocalypse nerd and the series was different from the others that I have seen, the post-canon verse I have for him is legit my fav because of what happens to some people when they are infected. Yoon Hwa Pyung is became of my love for the paranormal and him being a psychic plus the ship that I have for him.

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

One sentence, only one. Though the dust from that time had already settled, the image of the man he once knew as closely as a brother was no longer the same, no longer clear. He supposed, the only sentence appropriate was, in an almost wry sense of the phrase if it weren’t for how the meaning behind them cut like daggers to his heart, “I do not know.”

description meme || @gelidlight

The answer shouldn't upset him as much as it does. Huaisang expected harsh words from Lan Xichen, words he did deserve, but he hadn't expected to get his own catchphrase thrown back at him. Bile rose up in his throat hearing those from Xichen. Part of him would always hate himself for the pain he'd caused er-ge Xichen, but there had been no other way. Huaisang says nothing, he'll just let the man be.

[evcryopeneye]

@gelidlight asked: “I brought you some water.” (for feng wu)

Idly, she wondered, if today should have been a commiseration, or a celebration. 

After all, Feng Wu had spent a long time searching for answers, cultivating, trying to figure out why the world felt like a prison to her. Sure, memories had slipped back slowly over the last few months, like photographs falling into their individual frames in a movie. 

The pain it brought, was something she couldn’t articulate, nor had she really wanted to talk about. Instead, she found herself wondering about the motives of the people around her. Were they doing what they were doing because they cared, or did they hate her, and this was some kind of manipulative trap. 

Common sense told her that worry was nonsense. Of course no one here was out to get her, or had some kind of dark purpose for their kindness. This wasn’t that kind of place. As much as she had found it too quiet, isolated, and strict, when she had arrived…Feng Wu had grown to enjoy it. The peace left room for cultivation, to work on herself. The calmness had been foreign and then something she treasured. The idea that you could live without the constant thread of a sword through the back was revolutionary. If only the whole world could experience this. 

It was then, Feng Wu realised she had been silent for too long. A small nod, she accepted, and then found the courage to pose a question. 

“Why did you let me stay?” After everything that happened, she could have brought danger raining down upon them, and still, they offered her a place.

[caelestcs]

🎀💖🌺!!

𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺  | accepting |  @gelidlight

​ 🎀 ― I love your aesthetic / graphics

💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

-insert grabby hands here- Awww, dear, no need to stay ‘afar’; I promise I don’t bite. Honestly, it’s such a delight to know that talented and wonderful writer like yourself finds my stuff worthwhile! Thank you so much, this totally made my night! 

And joke’s on you, I am actually not nice at all, I am the wicked witch of the west

[hirudou]

some ship tags for wuya...because they're long overdue.

[goldencored]

this is literally not about any of my muses, more like general thing of ‘what happens now’ after guanyin temple re- @gelidlight reblob of this. 

the very last bit of the post is really interesting.

j.gy truly was the people’s cultivator.

the cost to get there, however... oof. not great. murdering your sworn brother bc he was asking too many questions about x.y and your daddy ( and daddy issues ) was pressuring you to off him was Not Cash Money. trying to buy your shit stain of a father’s love via doing whatever he wishes of you including marrying your half sister and removing all of his political enemies which ultimately culminates in his death and forcing you to hide a sordid past is Also Not Fun.

So what happens after n.hs’ playing chess while everyone else was playing checkers, revealing all the sins of j.gy?

obviously he’s going to be vilified, probably even worse than his father ( a shame bc imo j.gs was the real villian of the novel lmao ) especially because of his ‘low birth’.

will the watchtowers come down? will they stop being funded? abandoned? torn down? what happens to the good he factually did for the people? all the wrongs his father did made right? because they’re associated with j.gy, will whatever good system he put in place that kept things peaceful for a decade be thrown out?

just something i think of a lot in regards to post canon.

also, n.hs.... hopefully j.l won’t continue the cycle of revenge 😬

lowkey headcanon that j.gy actually faked j.rs’ death and if anyone were to want to continue the cycle of revenge it’s him n he would have everyone’s #

j.rs vc: u all saw my grandpa wildin like w.rh n did nothing lol hypocritic ass bitches shut the fuck up sect leader yao

[hetaoren]

@gelidlight sent a workaholic meme: they're counting on me.

A hum and a nod is his first response to his nephew's words, no one can deny the truth in them and a Lan doesn't lie. However, as his gaze continues to rest on Xichen, he takes in his appearance, like he hadn't just done that. Like he hadn't already noticed the tiredness in his features. Noticed how he seemed worn. Lan Qiren has always wanted what's best for his nephews, wanting to protect them and care for them. He is also aware that he has not always succeeded and that some of what he wishes cannot, and should not be done. They are their own persons as well as Lans. However, he can't just stand by and watch this time.

"Yes, they are counting on you, Xichen. However, can you be of any use if you push yourself beyond the limitations of your physical body as well as spiritual energy?" The words might come off as slightly harsh to many, but there is worry in his eyes for those who knows to look. "Taking care of a sect includes taking care of its leader," he adds, hoping his nephew will take his advice to heart.

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

@youthslost @guqinstrings @dreams-of-fate @sectleaderlan @gelidlight @pctaldrunk

Love Nie Huaisang and Lan Wangji’s wildly different reactions to their brothers’ taking a holy oath of fratrimony.

Nie Huaisang: Excellent, bonus brothers! I expect backdated birthday presents for the last 19 years (a payment plan is also acceptable). I am now unafraid to cry on you in public. 

Lan Wangji: I’ve never heard of Jin Guangyao before in my life. Do not presume to know me. Do not look at me. Nie Mingjue can stay but he’s on thin ice.  

[pctaldrunk]

@gelidlight​ asked   :    what’s the best inspiration for your muse?   -   MUNDAY ASKS (ACCEPTING)

Source canon re-consumption! I prefer reading novels if they are available just because it’s less effort somehow. Other media - art, songs, whichever show I am watching that I end up pulling an au out of! Talking to people about the muse (because it always inevitably goes somewhere amazing and makes me discover more about them)!! Sometimes making graphics for them - I get a good amount of muse from staring at their face sometimes.

[achromaticstars-archived]

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” (for sizhui)

RP starters: Concern. |still accepting|

It wasn't hard for Sizhui to understand that he had people who cared about him while he was officially a Lan, this place had become his home after being brought here. He was still adjusting to this place though, it was different from the grounds that he had grown up in. A dark mountain which was something that he was unable to recall, he struggled to remember anything from that time.

It was unknown if he was going to recall anything at all, but that was something that would be revealed in time if it was going to appear at all. He had his friends among the grounds of the Sect and the family that came along with it, it wasn't like he could truly remember who his actual parents were though. He was just another orphan who had nothing, at first. His survival was because of Wei Wuxian, a man who cared much about him.

A man who wanted him to live.

It seemed that something was bothering Lan Sizhui even though he was difficulty putting it into words, he didn't know how to describe what he was feeling. He just felt like something was off, maybe it had something to do with the fuzzy visions that often lingered behind his vision after a full night of sleep. He was unable to recall them at easily though despite trying to make sense of what he possibly saw during those "dreams."

He knew that it wouldn't take long for someone to notice, that someone being Zewu Jun. Did he notice about those obvious glances of him being deep in though? He didn't mean to cause concern for anyone that would easily worry about him.

A small smile graced his lips "I know, thank you Zewu Jun. I didn't mean to cause anyone to worry."

[cuckoo-among-beasts]

@gelidlight sent a trauma meme: “Count your breaths with me, okay? Ready? One, two, three, four…” 

There's a pressure on his chest, a weight pushing in, unseen hands squeezing his torso and threatening to break his ribs. Huaisang's breathing comes out in quick, shallow pants. He's unsure how this started. Was it an act gone wrong? Was it his true feelings? Why had it happened? He doesn't know. He really doesn't know. All he know is the constriction of his chest, the inability to breathe and the panic as his extremities starts to tingle and his vision goes blurry,. Certain that he will pass out or die, he suddenly finds himself not alone. A familiar white and light-blue form and soft voice is there, ready to once again come to his aid.

It takes a moment for him to even realise what Xichen is telling him to do, even though this is not the first time he has a nervous spell like this (faked or real). Breathe. It's too hard, he won't be able to. Why is er-ge insisting that he can? Huaisang still tries. It takes many breathes, but the eventually his vision sharpens again, the tingling sensation recedes, left is a feeling of heaviness and fatigue. "Er-ge..." his voice somewhere between a whine and a whisper.

[evcryopeneye]

@gelidlight​​ asked: “Feng guniang? Feng guniang, it’s me. Lan.Xichen.” (for fw of course)

There were not many things that Feng Wu feared. Her once family…was one of them. Part of her wondered if it was truly insane, to think that you could escape your past. Really, it felt unfair. That she was outcast, kicked out, told that she was unwelcome, a disgrace to the family…for what? The gaul of being born with a gift? That was the thing about jealousy, it was an ugly and dangerous thing. It stirred hatred. Tinged people with vision unable to see the truth - that if they had simply moved on with their life, they likely would have gotten everything they wanted. Prosperity. Power. Love. Wealth. They were all obtainable when you were focused on the goal.

Not so much when you were focused on tearing someone else down. And Feng Wu? Well she was never going to turn down someones plea for help. Even if there was the chance it could end up with her walking into a trap. Funny how predictive she was. She had done exactly that.

A stumble, hands reached out to break her fall, twigs and dried leaves crunched under her weight. It should have hurt more, at least that was what the rational part of her brain told her, the thorn in her palm sent blood trickling down her hand, and with a quiet hiss fingers grabbed the tough spike of plant material and yanked it out. It seemed better than leaving it in after all. Wiping blood onto pale blue and white robes, she scrambled back to her feet. The robes were ruined anyway, the mud and dirt of the forest, blood, and rain, had seen to that.

The sound of his voice took a few moments to filter through to her brain, when it did, her eyes went wide…trying to process the fact that just maybe, she wasn’t going to die in this stupid forrest. “How? I mean…how did you find me?” She’d thought this time was really it.

[sizhuibattleguqin]

☆ ° • [ 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 ] my muse wraps your muse up in a blanket Lan XIchen @gelidlight

How often had Sizhui ever been a boy to be anything but grateful ? He had not protested anything and he was rarely a source of anything but pride for Cloud Recesses he achieved and he continued to strive for perfection in his life, in his music, in his weapons, and in his cultivations. So it was fair to say that he was outraged. While he was not loud like Jingyi, or coldly radiating his disdain like his baba.

He had been kneeling in front of the door in response to the Grandmaster's unfair treatment of Wei Wuxian. He had never liked the man. This was clear, the older generation despised to be questioned when their way was the supposed right way. Yet, how could that be when you were adamantly breaking some of the rules higher upon the wall ? Do not treat others unkindly, be thoughtful, do not bully....Lan Sizhui could not bend his brain around this. Could not come to terms with something so obviously cruel.

Of course even the Head Disciple of Gusu Lan got no response, he did not really expect one, but his anger had not gone away. So kneeling had been the way to go. His forehead ribblon did not touch the ground, though his nose did.

The warmth that surrounded his shoulders was rewarded with a lift of his head and he found his beloved Uncle there. Sizhui was still firm in his resolve to stay there, but the pile of snow that built up around him was a sign it had been to long. "Thank you." he said as he sat up. To offer the respectful bow and greeting to Sect Leader.

Sizhui was shivering. "D..D..Does he evvver change his mind ?" he asked