#lou yan

[lilbeearts]

Luo Yan! My fave boy from Dislyte! ~

[thedreamerstoryteller]

Yan Wushi is that you? 💜

[hisuianserperior]

Luo Yan, buddy, we've got to talk about the color scheme thing with your scavengers

[murderedbyhomework]

Rewatching Immortal Samsara and God the parallels between Tang Zhou and Li Lianhua.

Both of them despising the person they used to be/people remember them as, and refusing to be seen as the person they used to be

Both of them dying faster whenever they use their internal energy/cultivation but using their power in a manner some people might call frivolous because "just let me indulge myself, just this once"

Both of them starting out as carefree mildly arrogant cultivator/martial artists with a lot of responsibility on their shoulders, and them slowly losing their carefree attitude because of love either for one lotus spirit or Shan Gudao

Both of them being at peace with dying but having 2 people fight so hard for them to not die

But in the end, they're so different, because Tang Zhou doesn't even remember when he was Ying Yuan, doesn't remember what he did or why he's so important, he just despises Yingyuan because of what he did to Yandan. He's so tragic because he was never seen as his own person, just an extension of a heavenly deity going through mortal tribulations. Yumo and Yandan fight so hard for him to not die, yes, just like how difang fight for Li Lianhua to live, but unlike difang, it's not because they want Tang Zhou to live for himself and for the people that love him, they just don't want Tang Zhou to die because that means Yingyuan won't come back if he dies. And that hurts so much

[theamazingmaddyas]

Here's some twitter moments for specific moments in This Family Makes Me Want to Murder People (chapters 9,10,12, and 16)

Sorry Jerry's isn't in dark mode, I forgot to press the button and am too lazy to fix it. Also Gracie being verified, she's not, I just forgot to unclick it. Also, I hope you appreciate the extra research I did to find the pride playbill because they go in June, and all shows have a pride themed playbill (I have a Harry Potter and the Cursed Child one from when I went for my birthday a few years ago, and the irony cracks my up everytime, I love it)

No picture is mine, most are from pinterest though some are from generic google.

[cavernclaw]

can’t wait for panda circus when it releases in 69 years /j

[just-1-scorpio]

I think I understand why Lou Yan, hairs characters with blue and white as main colours. Because It's the oposit of his main colours wich is red, and black. It's easier to differentiate him from them.

[simmerfangirl]

Man in my gameplay, Lou Yan had 2 lovers autonomously. It was Zhong Nan and Hilda...

It was so unexpected

[incorrectmedievalchina]

Hulü Jin: Why isn't the statue smirking at me?

Lou Zhaojun: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Hulü Jin: Three of us saw it, Lou Zhaojun. How do you explain that?

Lou Zhaojun: *points at Gao Yang* Sleep deprivation. *points at Gao Zhan* Paranoia. *points at Gao Yan* Hallucinations onset by guilt.

[mediumgayitalian]

Nico wakes up with a mouthful of hair.

“Are you serious.”

He sticks out his tongue, trying to get it out of his mouth without spitting on it, giving up after about four point three seconds of trying. He wriggles his arm out from where it’s pinned between his body and Will’s, flicking the last few strands off his tongue. For good measure, he kicks the first thing he can reach — his boyfriend’s thighs, go figure — in protest.

“Please, no,” Will mumbles tiredly, batting blindly under the cover until he slaps on big hand over Nico’s ankle, squeezing. “Please. I got in at three thirty last night. It’s barely seven. Please.”

Nico sighs, relaxing his muscles. Will presses a brief kiss to his shoulder in gratitude, face buried in his chest, sinking boneless into him.

“The whole knowing the time without a clock thing will never stop being weird,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to a freckled forehead. He rubs his hands over Will’s bare shoulders, digging his thumbs along the knotted muscles, and smiles as he groans, trying in vain to plaster somehow closer to Nico, practically melting into him. “Gracie keep you up all night?”

He shifts as he nods. “Harley, too. Poor things just want someone to hold their hair outta their face and rub their back, they’re so miserable.”

Nico hums in sympathy. It’s flu season — hitting the little kids, mostly. Will has been on his feet for days trying to mitigate symptoms, soothe aching bones and sore throats. There’s not too much he can do for the flu, but the kids are miserable and they trust him, so his presence is more of a cure and a comfort than anything.

“Kayla there now?”

“Austin and Lou. Kayla’s on after lunch; Piper’s with her.”

“Good.” He squeezes his shoulders again, leaning down to press a long, lingering kiss right between his eyes. He leans into it, sighing. “Sleep for a bit, okay? I’ll come check on you, but I don’t want you up before 2.”

“‘Kay,” Will sighs, unconscious again by the time Nico’s wiggled out of his hold. For a moment he stands, watching him: his bare, broad back, spattered with dark freckles and moles, dipping at the base of his spine and covered barely by the soft, white sheets; arms curled up all the way around his face in Nico’s absence, bicep squeezing his cheek, pursing his delicate Cupid’s bow; long, light eyelashes fanning over round cheeks; even, steady breathing, in and out, in and out.

Golden hair, of course, frizzy and messy and poofing out around his head; haloed in the early morning sun.

He’s barely able to tear himself away to go shower.

———

“They’re everywhere,” says Kayla in disgust, peeling a long, curly strand off her shirt. “I haven’t been in the same room as him in two days. This is a brand-new shirt. How am I still somehow covered in his hair?”

“He’s like a dog,” Austin explains. Nico snorts. “He sheds, and at first it’s subtle, here and there, you get used to it. The suddenly two years go by and people are complimenting the fur coat that was not fur before you bought it.”

Gracie sticks out her bottom lip, eyes watering. “Will is not a dog, he’s a boy!”

Austin groans, muttering something about favourites and annoying older brothers and where was this energy when I ate the last secret cabin twinkie and was accused of being a ratbag, huh, Gracie, where was my defense squad and annoying older brothers again. Gracie is unmoved by his whining, glaring at him with big green eyes — ever her oldest brother’s defender.

Nico hides a smile in his hand. No wonder, with how Will dotes on her. On all his siblings, really, but only Yan and Gracie are young enough that it doesn’t embarrass them.

Kayla and Austin, on the other hand. (At this point, Will enjoys embarrassing them in front of their friends as much as the actual doting.)

Kayla, weak to her sister’s pouting, pokes her playfully in the side. “I’m only teasing, Gracie-girl. Of course Will isn’t a dog.”

“Except the shedding, and the constant yapping, and the fact that if you don’t let him loose to run around for a while he goes batty, and of course the following Nico around like a lovesick pup—”

“Thank you, Austin,” Nico interrupts, clearing his throat. He sends a quick prayer of thanks to his father for hair genetics covering his flaming ears.

Austin snickers. “Anytime.”

After three years it’s futile, but sometimes Nico really considers rescinding his doctor’s note. Is sitting here during meals really worth his peace? Is it?

“He really does shed, though,” Kayla says after a moment of silence. She pinched yet another hair off her shirt, sighing. “Like, not to agree with Austin or anything —”

“Hey!”

“— but, like, damn. If he’s been there, you know it.”

Nico snorts. “Tell me about it. I keep finding hair on my pillows, it’s driving me insane.”

It does drive him insane. He finds it in the shower — although to his credit Will really does try to get them all there — and in his hairbrush, on his clothes, his sheets, his mattress. The floor. Once, notably, on the shrine in his cabin, after which Will had panicked and sprinted to the pavilion to scrape an entire pot roast and pray not to get smited, leaving Nico to laugh himself to tears at the base of it.

Too late, he notices the total silence at the Apollo table, the wide eyes boring holes into his head, the loose, dropped jaws.

“What?” he says, shoulders curled defensively.

As soon as the word leaves his mouth, realization dawns on him. He chokes on a grape.

“You two didn’t tell us?” Austin demands. “How long has this —” he gestures vaguely at Nico and at the infirmary, which, he assumes, is meant to represent Will — “been going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he wheezes. With his rapidly asphyxiating brain, he attempts to summon his boyfriend, still conked out, via sheer force of will. GET THE HELL UP AND COME RUN DAMAGE CONTROL, he screams silently.

Predictably, this does nothing.

Kayla shrieks. “Oh my gods, look at his face! They’ve been doing this forever!”

Nico bangs his hands on the table, trying at once to convey his protest and also hi, hello, children of the god of medicine, I am choking to death, fix please. Neither signal gets picked up, inhabitants of the table erupting an a screeching series of questions so loud that other campers notice, understand, and approach, equally as screechy.

“Will and Nico are together?”

“Holy shit! Since when?”

“I thought they’d never get out of the pining stage!”

“Don’t they hate each other?”

“Bro, are you stupid? Do you not know what bad flirting is?”

“Hey, is di Angelo turning purple, or is that just me?”

Throwing himself into the nearest shadow, Nico disappears.

———

“Get up, get up, I fucked up, I fucked up!”

Will shoots straight upright with a gasp, force of his own body sending him careening right over the side of the bed. He goes down in a tangled heap of cursing and yelping and ow, fuck, shit-damns.

“What happened?” he demands as soon as he’s free from his fabric prison. He rushes (stumbles) over to wear Nico is still wheezing, hands braced on his knees, for dizziness now as much as to catch his breath. “Neeks, woah, slow down for a sec. Deep breaths with me.”

He tries to follow along to Will’s exaggerated breathing, steady, long inhales and exhales. A calloused hand touches the curve of his neck, warmth blooming under it, and suddenly his airways are cleared.

“Thanks,” he manages hoarsely, breathing back somewhat under control.

Will squeezes his hand. “No problem.”

There are several pillow creases criss-crossing on his cheeks, making him look soft and sleepy, although his eyes are alert, crinkled in poorly-concealed amusement. His hair is somehow more mussed than when Nico left him this morning.

“What happened?”

“So I. Um.” Nico clears his throat. “Your bother was roasting you for shedding like a dog. I, of course, had to join —”

Will rolls his eyes, mouth twitching. “Of course.”

“— and I mentioned super casually that I get your hair all over my shit, right? And, well — well.”

“Well?” Will prods, when Nico cuts himself off. Chancing a glance, Nico finds he doesn’t look angry, or nervous, or disappointed — and of course he wouldn’t. Not for something as silly as this.

He is gonna laugh, though. Nico hates when he’s righteously clowned.

“Well, I.” He lowers his voice to a mumble. “May have said something about all of your hair that ends up on my pillows.”

For a moment it’s silent. Nico keeps his eyes trained away, although he leans into Will’s touch, his hands in his face, the side of his neck, the warmth thrown off his sleep-addled body.

He’s almost startled by the giggle.

Almost.

“…Oh, you dumbass.”

He tries very hard to look annoyed as Will cracks up. He taps his foot, crosses his arms, and tries very, very hard to frown, but Will’s laugh has always been the most musical thing about him, and he loves to serenade. And Nico is very weak to song.

“Stop laughing at me,” he snaps, without heat.

Will’s cheeks puff up from the force of him trying, face going red around the edges.

“I’m trying, Neeks, I am —”

“Not very hard.”

“I am, I am.” Valiantly, he draws in a deep breath, only breaking into giggles twice before managing to hold a somewhat straight face. “Nico,” he says, suddenly very close and very warm, “I love you.” He presses a kiss to his forehead. “And I love sneaking around with you —” the bridge of his nose — “and making out in dark closets —” his cheeks, both, quickly, one after the other — “and behind the Big House —” the base of his jaw — “and in the —”

“I get it,” Nico interrupts, flushing. He can feel the curve of Will’s smile against his skin.

“My cabin, if it’s empty,” Will murmurs, kissing the underside of his jaw, his neck. “Yours.” Slight nip of his teeth. Nico gasps.

“Will,” he whispers. His knees start to shake. “Will, c’mon, we gotta —”

Will presses a kiss square to his Adam’s apple, lingering. “We’re in yours quite a lot. I’ve gotten used to it, honestly, Neeks, I —”

The door bangs open, making both of them yelp. The matching screeches to not help the general air of panic and sitcom level foolishness.

“Oh my gods, you really are porking!”

“Get out, Kayla!” they both yell together.

“Jesus,” Will curses, forehead resting on Nico’s shoulder.

Nico bites his lip. Will shifts, turning to meet his eye.

They last two whole seconds before losing it.

“Three years of sneaking around without so much as a soul finding out,” Nico huffs as Will snickers. “Three whole years.”

Will pecks him loudly and exaggeratedly on the cheek. “And endless more in the open.”

“You’re such a goddamn cheeseball.”

“And yet you’re in deep, deep love with me.”

“…I am.” He cradles his face, pressing a kiss, finally, to his lips. Will presses back, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[nemainofthewater]

If there was ever a character who you'd want to give you a hug, these ones are it.

You know the saying: some are born a big brother, some become a big brother, and some have big brother status thrust upon them.

Write-ins, propaganda, and images are welcome!

[thedreamerstoryteller]

YOU SHOULD TASTE IT BEFORE SAYING YOU DON'T LIKE IT

FROM THE STORY:

<<Have you ever tried it?>> Li Xiangyi asked.

<<No>> he answered without hesitation.

<<Then how can you say that, you should taste it before saying you don't like it>> the former physician replied turning more toward his rival, a light smile on his face. He had used the same tone he usually used with Fang Xiaobao to convince him to do something or not to do something, based on the circumstances. The two were similar even for what concerned his habits of eating candy. However Fang Xiaobao, so naive and young, was easier to deceive and to convince.

A-Fei looked at him for a while before answering.

<<You're right>> he agreed <<Let me taste it>> he said before bringing a hand under his chin and guiding his mouth on his own.

Li Xiangyi was firstly taken aback and stiffened. A-Fei kissed him delicately, he felt his tongue brushing his lips and he parted them relaxing.

A-Fei deepened the kiss exploring his mouth. He kept a hand under his chin and held him against himself with the other one. He was warm and Li Xiangyi melted under his touch and kiss. A-Fei stopped kissing him just before he could lose his grip on the book that was about to slip from his hand.

IN OTHER WORDS:

Li Xiangyi likes eating candies and Di Feisheng who has never eaten a candy in his life finds an alternative way to taste it thank to him. 🍬

LINK:

[nikkotinamide]

language use in kiseki

I don't think this has been mentioned before but the kiseki scriptwriters/directors actually use language to reflect the characters' backgrounds/level of education. This is purely from observing the language shown in the drama, I'm unsure if it is reflective of Taiwanese society.

We know that whilst not well to do, Bai Zong Yi is a top student. He's well-educated and learned. Fan Ze Rui, given his privileged background, is also the same. This is reflected in their speech: they use standard mandarin, and I don't remember them having used slangs. This is one of the reasons they click.

Contrast this with Ai Di, Chen Yi, and the soy milk shop owner. The owner mainly uses minnanyu (taiwanese hokkien), interspersed with mandarin. For Ai Di and Chen Yi, they mainly use mandarin but with certain minnanyu words interspersed. Ai Di also uses quite a bit of slang.

Here Ai Di says "我爸妈毒kiang了啦". Kiang is minnanyu slang for tripping on drugs.

Here Chen Yi says "an zua 变这样" (how did you become like this).

We know that Ai Di left school, and given how Chen Yi's speech pattern is similar to Ai Di's just with less slang, we can assume Chen Yi also left (and may even have been more educated). This suggests that the use of minnanyu is intentional to show that they are less privileged in terms of education/background.

This lends some insight into the boundary between Fan Ze Rui and Ai Di & Chen Yi. Fan Ze Rui is only affiliated with Yiyun Meng because the 2 of them treat him as a friend and the Fan family has ties to Yiyun Meng. He is called 哥 because he is a friend, not because he is a brother. And this stems from his privileged background. He can't speak the same language/lingo and he finds himself unable to assimilate.

The writers go on to juxtapose the reality of Bai Zong Yi (now affiliated with some Yiyun Meng members) and Ai Di, against the normal lives peers their age lead.

This scene was quite funny. Fang Zi An thought Fan Ze Rui and Ai Di were undercover policemen, and he thought it was as though he was in a Stephen Chow film, getting into character as a calefare speaking cantonese (“meng ngo ah a-sir. ngo hai ho yan ah. nei hai caai lou. nei hai caai lou!”). Cantonese isn't widely spoken in Taiwan and we can see the faces Fan Ze Rui and Ai Di make at each other showing that they don't really get what Fang Zi An is saying at all.

And Fang Zi An is an example of how kids their age should be - carefree, nerdy, passionate etc., which Bai Zong Yi and Ai Di do not have the privilege of. Bai Zong Yi has to worry about his family/finances, while Ai Di has real danger to contend with at every turn.

It's just so interesting how kiseki decided to use language to add flavour to their characters. And I love how these characters from vastly different worlds have collided with each other.

[t0p-1-sidecharacter--fan]

Apollo Cabin Headcannons! ☀️☀

• Gracie glows like Will. Her hands also glow when she heals people and her emotions influence her glow too

• Austin's dreams can show the future and are usually prophetic

• Apollo kids have sore throats the first time they heal because of the hymns

• Gracie was different tho, her hands burned instead. It's because she only heals with her hands by just holding the wound

• Another Gracie HC: Gracie's hands burn when she uses too much of healing

• Yan's specialty is Musical Abilities

• Gracie's is archery, healing is a close second tho

• Jerry's is poetry

• Speaking of Jerry, he's a hopeless romantic, he writes romantic poetry and love poems to people he crushes on

• Michael and Kayla were the archery experts

• Will and Lee Fletcher have matching bracelets

• Yan is practically a mini Lou Ellen (got this from @ask-will-solace)

• Speaking of Yan and Lou Ellen, Yan looks up to Lou Ellen A LOT, they're close and pull pranks together

• saw this somewhere else but Austin had a dream that if Michael Yew went to the bridge, he'd die

• Will is 16, Kayla is 13, Austin is 15, Jerry is also 13, Yan is 12 and Gracie is 11

• While Yan looks up to Lou Ellen, she also really looks up to Kayla.

• Gracie looks up to Will

• Jerry looks up to Austin

• Kayla and Yan are the most troublesome of the Apollo Cabin

• Lee Fletcher and Will look the same, like, they look like full siblings

• Kayla had long hair before tlo but the cut it short and dyed it because Lee Fletcher told her before that hair held memory and the memories of Lee and Michael Yew dying was too much for her

• I saw this somewhere but Kayla accidentally shot Drew in the knee the first time they met

That's all for now! I'll probably make a pt. 2 but yeahhhhh

[blvckentropy]

Akira as Yan Lou Wang Diyu #gloomiesfemboy

Theme: Freaky Friday

[dotster001]

Hey!! Can I request for a yandere Lou from court of darkness with a willingly FEM reader? I understand if you don't want to write since yandere is a pretty dark topic but if you choose to do it, take your time. Your mental health is more important!! Anyways thank you for reading and hope you have a nice day❤️❤️

Vane and Vanum

CW: yandere, kidnapping(past tense), restraints, Stockholm syndrome, fem reader, loss of identity, implied past sedation, spoilers, but I doubt you'd be here if you didn't know....

A/N: so I do write Yan, but I write it because of ✨trauma✨ so the closest to "willing" I'll do is Stockholm syndrome. Hope it scratches the itch, and doesn't disappoint too much 😂

"Vane," he hummed as he kissed your forehead. "Good morning, love."

Early on, you had snapped at him. Your name wasn't Vane. Just because you were once her, didn't mean you were now. But he'd slowly brought you to his side. Yes. Vane. That was you. Just because you were born with a new name, didn't make you any less Vane.

"Morning, Vanum," you hummed sleepily. His cheeks turned a soft pink, and a grin split his face, as he slipped into the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

He loved when you called him Vanum. It made that empty place in his heart feel full.

"I don't want to leave you today," he pouted.

You giggled. "You're the headmaster. You have to be there."

He adjusted himself so he could stare into your face, scrutinizing.

"Sometimes I think you don't miss me as much as I miss you, when I'm gone."

"That's not true! My heart aches for you! But I also know that, because I love you, I have to let you do what you need to do."

He stiffened, continuing to scan your features for anything other than innocence.

You'd fallen into your role so nicely, and he hadn't had to actually fight or sedate you in months. But he could still remember the early days, where everything you said had a double meaning that was intended to hurt him.

And even now, even if you hadn't intended to hurt him, your statement felt like a commentary on the situation he'd dragged you into.

But when you looked up at him with those adoring eyes, he was able to calm himself. Those eyes would never try to hurt him. You genuinely meant what you said.

He sighed lovingly, and caressed some of the hair from your face," Your strength gives me strength, my beautiful Vane."

You leaned into his hand, and he sighed again. You were so lovely.

He stood up from the bed, and stretched, before moving to the bedside table. He grabbed what he needed, and then turned to you. You were already waiting for him, your leg stretched off the side of the bed.

He softly kissed you, practically purring as you slightly parted your lips to let him in, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Soon you fell back onto the bed, dragging him with you.

It went this way for another few moments, before he gently pried himself away.

As he stood up, he attached the ankle chain to your still stretched out leg, pressing a soft kiss to your calf as he pulled away.

You placed you leg down, and folded your hands in your lap, a soft smile overtaking your features. You didn't need the ankle chain anymore, but at this point it was part of the routine.

"I'll make you a princess one day, my beautiful Vane."

You giggled. He'd kill for that giggle. In fact he already had killed for that giggle.

With a final longing glance at you, he materialized himself into his office. Unsurprisingly, various of the princes were waiting for him there.

"Your highnesses," he greeted, receiving a grumble from Guy and Toa.

"Any word from Treasure? I miss them dearly. They must be so cold without my embrace," Fenn cried.

Beneath his robes, the headmaster pushed his nails into his palms.

"I have found nothing of them. Just as I have found nothing of them every day for the last several months. There's no trace of them, which leads me to believe they may have been returned to their home realm."

Toa and Guy grumbled, unsatisfied with the answer, but unable to deny it. Fenn pouted, and stormed out of the room.

Toa and Guy followed behind, leaving young master Akedia alone with him.

Dia walked over to him, wrapping his arms around him, and nuzzling against him affectionately. If he knew for certain Dia felt platonically about you, he'd adopt him into your little family.

But…

"Lou?"

Hearing that name was wrong now. He was Vanum. Your Vanum.

"If you knew anything about where Y/N was, you'd tell me, right? You know I'd never tell the others."

He believed him. But sharing you? After he'd spent months working tirelessly to unlock your true feelings. To get you to respond to his, and only his, touch?

"Truly, I have seen neither hair nor hide of them."

Dia looked up at him, his emerald eyes piercing him with suspicion. After a moment, he seemed to be satisfied. Or at least to understand that he was not going to give him anything.

He pulled away, a last long look at him, before nodding. He watched Dia make his way out of the office, saying nothing more.

He turned to his familiars with a groan.

"Do I really have to stay until the end of the day?"

"You've done a good job of training your paramore," Phinny snickered, "You have nothing to worry about."

He groaned. "But I don't want to be here."

It's the closest to a whiny teenager he's ever gotten a chance to be. He pulled out the mirror he used to secretly spy on you, and saw you humming on your bed, playing with your hair as you stared at the ceiling.

His patient, perfect, girl. His beautiful Vane.

If you could so gracefully wait for him, then he could be your strong, brave, Vanum, who defended the isle.

Even if he'd rather eat his paperwork page by page than be here.