#xianzhou craftsman

[draconicfool]

It's the middle of the night. That's the first thing that goes through his mind at the knock. That it's the middle of the night and he's tired.

But he's told people before to bother him if they need him. Even at this late hour. But what greets him isn't a familiar face but a stranger.

The small doctor standing in the door on his fluffy robe. Staring for a moment. Processing. The planet has opened so recently it's only natural some ships just weren't ready for the weather. But all the same it's like a prickle on the back of his neck. A warning. Not that he knows why. It just feels off. Adjusting his tone a bit, he'd look the other over before turning his head for a moment. Back towards his room.

"Oh- hang on a tick, sugar-. Let me go get dressed and I'll come, okay?" And he shuts the door for a moment. Actually intending to get dressed. But along with that, he stows his mask into his jacket and goes back to the door. A soft smile plastered on his features. "Lead th' way~."

@xianzhou-craftsman || c.

[yingren]

@xianzhou-craftsman ( cont. )

“ uh, it’s not that i want it to be fragile but it will happen whether i want it or not. ” what a pain, having to explain this is harder than he thought it would be. at least the answer is finally in front of him. an alloy of metals? maybe. “ i want to make a bookmark. ” something oh so simple and yet a hassle when the muscle memory is not there to his aid. “ it has to be thin, really thin, and i do not want it to be made out of anything too soft. glass i fear would be too thick for something like that & it would most likely shatter if one is careless enough to drop it. ” a pause, he hums. “ it’s a gift so i want to make it myself. it is important... i think? ”

[lxckblessed]

"I suppose that makes two of us then, friend." He responded with a laugh, taking a seat across the man as he rested his chin in his hand. Certainly there was more than natural talent at work. Nobody knew that better than Aventurine. Even if luck was on one's side, there was always so much more to a successful gamble.

"You might just be right about that. Though I'd have to say in this game, I'd probably be hopeless. After all, you might just be the only person here who knows how to play."

@xianzhou-craftsman || c.

[lunarslice]

@xianzhou-craftsman

[iceswords]

[ high five ] sender gives receiver a congratulatory high five (Cool Uncle strikes again)

( meme source. )

the young lieutenant had recently started to take sword crafting lessons from yingxing and as promised he gave it his full attention and focus, very eager to learn more about his special interest and even more eager to put the things he learned into practice. having to dress somewhat lighter as the heat from the furnace was a lot for anyone to handle for long periods of time. he also was quite the impatient boy which led to a lot of frustration and failed attempts.

despite the fact that yingxing hadn’t had high expectations for him, yanqing still wanted to make him proud or for the most part at least impressed and thus wouldn’t quit until he could manage to successfully make one thing.

“ uncle yingxing! I finally did it!” covered in sweat and this black dust, yanqing ran over to show off the knife he had been able to make. it was simple in design and nothing about it was special in any sense but the lieutenant was quite proud of himself on being able to make it and have it be functional or at least not break upon the first strike. he would only be made even more proud when the older then shared in his excitement, giving the boy a high five to congratulate him on a job well done.

[fwuffcat]

I was just making a graphic and it resized and moved everything :')

[arbitergeneraljy]

*snaps a picture of the kitty general* "I'm not to be held accountable for any of this, by the way. I didn't instigate anything."

The sound of the shutter immediately caught his attention , head snapping in the direction of him holding the phone up , no doubt pointed his way . Jing Yuan had to bite back a groan of embarrassment , heat spreading from his ears to his neck and cheeks . ❞ Is that so , gege ? ❝

❞ Because I can somewhat recall the very specific words of ‘ Jingliu had a very badly behaved kitten ’ , I wonder where I heard it from . ❝ With the way he crossed his arms over his chest — aureate eyes narrowed , one could almost see the figurative tail flicking behind him , fully embodying an annoyed cat now .

[reallyrandomtj]

reallyrandomtj said HERE: My Jing Yuan: feels called out @xianzhou-craftsman replied: as he should!

Pretend Jing Yuan is holding up a piece of tomato ~

"Hey Yingxing ~ Pspspspsps!"

[draconicfool]

@xianzhou-craftsman asked: "you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." but hear me out: it's Yingxing meeting Emanator Eros

There's silence for a moment. Unsettling silence as the Emanator stops what they're doing. Claws releasing the throat of the now long dead man in front of them. And they would stand up. Almost as if they were a puppet on strings being lifted from the ground. Those bright purple eyes staring at the man that had made...the mistake of coming into this part of the city. The man that had unfortunately wandered close enough to the Emanator of Voracity while they were eating. And a shaky step was taken forward. And then another. Tail flicking back...and forth.

And as soon as they were close enough, they'd reach up. Surprisingly gentle as they ran a blood-soaked claw along the other's chin. Grinning up at the other. That moment of terrifying pressure changed seemingly so instantly- albeit it was still there. Just...less so, it seemed.

"...s'that so..~? Y'think that 'm th' prettiest thing...y'er eyes have ever come upon..~?" Their voice comes out a purr, really. Those teeth on full display as they look the other over. Up...and down. As if any moment he, too, would be swallowed up.

"...Hah...I like ya~. 'm gonna keep ya."

the prettiest thing I've seen || accepting

[maskednihilism]

Within a blink the Fool finds himself embraced by the blacksmith. He is somewhat shorter, just a couple of inches, so he slams into his shoulder. His body is tense, not from the lack of trust but from the suddenness of it all. Then… his words reach. The familiarity of being ripped away from something he knew all his life, it was a common feeling in the Fool. Unfortunately, it seemed a common trait with those who came to the Tavern as well.

Having what they called near and dear taken and having to deal with it all meant. To the Masked Fools, it meant finding Elation, no matter what. And Sampo is a Masked Fool.

But he's also a person. His body relaxes in the blacksmith's hold. Arms come up to grab at his shoulders. If there is another day, he would like to repeat this action with him. And the next day, and the day after that. In turn, Sampo squeezes the other in this hold. Whispering softly into the man's shoulder, “Then I pray it's the right one I'm living.”

With his face being obscured by the shoulder, the other couldn't see him tear up. It was partly from sadness but also from the joy he felt having known him. A shared secret the other felt comfortable with sharing. And yet another way for them to bond and get closer to one another. The comfort that he offered might be temporary. But the Fool now knows he has someone else to confide in, should this ever happen again. “Thank you, Yingxing.”

[yingren]

A week later, Yingxing sends a link to a news story about a very unpleasant, old money millionaire's private collection being broken into, supposedly by the infamous Stellaron Hunter Ren. A single, priceless, seven-hundred year old Xianzhou-make sword was stolen. The heist was successful! He will purposefully not think about that favor he now owes.

"Y I N G X I N G ."

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

continued from [x] @xianzhou-craftsman

"That's always the excuse, isn't it?" She retorted, her sad and upset tone slightly muffled by the blankets. "Losing track of time doesn't mean that you push yourself to the point that your friend finds you unresponsive on the floor and can't wake you up, Yingxing."

His touch on her ear was so warm. So gentle. Yingxing had always been like this towards her, ever since they first met so many months ago. So why, she thought... why couldn't he ever be gentle with himself, too? Chenhua knew of his past, of how he had grown up when the war against the Abundance was at its most severe, and of how everything he had ever known and cherished had been ripped from him all those centuries ago. If anyone deserved to find peace in this life, it was Yingxing, and it pained her to see that he was still hurting himself in this way.

Slowly, Chenhua pushed herself off to sit upright in her seat, shuffling the chair to be right up against the bed, and both of her hands moving to grasp Yingxing's as if afraid it would slip away from her. Her gaze was desperate and pleading, her emotions on full display before him as hot tears continued their descent down her sweet face.

"I... I hate seeing you like this, Yingxing. Overworking yourself like this? It's not normal." She took in a shaky breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. So many emotions had boiled up to the surface, including ones Chenhua had been too bashful to admit. But right now, at this present moment, she felt like she had no choice. Yingxing needed to know exactly how she felt. Marigold eyes opened once again, and her next words were spoken softly.

"I... I love you too much to see you destroy yourself like this..."

[altarfates]

❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ (for Dan Feng!)

Forbearance was amongst the virtues inculcated into the high elder, conveying an immaculate poise no matter which adversity they might face, in all things Dan Feng was an exemplar of that purpose, of those teachings. It is almost diverting then to witness him beset with impatience, even if it did not disgrace his composed expression the very tip of his tail swishes in affront. There were few others who possessed the insolence to request the high elder’s restraint be tested and yet, standing before him now, was someone who seemed to revel in it. Somehow, rather than leaving the taste of acrimony upon his lips it compels him to absolute stillness, a quiet that carries an implicitly spoken confession; no one else could draw such reluctant compliance from the prideful high elder. His eyes had been captivated by Yingxing’s hands, their laborious toiling that seems to occupy all time from dawn until dusk, has become a place of intrigue for dan feng. There was something about the heat from the furnace or the unabating cacophony of metal striking metal that commanded his whole and utter attention. Those same eyes, inscrutable lakes of pellucid water, flit up now to meet the artisan’s expectant gaze. “ Long enough.” which could impart hours spent entranced by this meticulous process or but an ephemeral moment where the high elder’s silhouette remained lingering at the threshold, not quite prepared to make an entrance just yet. “ How long did you intend on making me wait ?” his query is mellifluous, pleasant in a way that speaks of decorum and solemnity. dan feng’s tail, capricious in contrast to every other part of him, indignantly twitches. “ It seems to be something you derive quite a great deal of amusement from.” 

[lxckblessed]

"Well, dear, I'm not the type to worry over failure." What a lie. A joke, even. There's perhaps nobody more afraid of that outcome than the man who hides his arm behind his back when it shakes. But that didn't matter in this moment. It's a learning experience.

The Stoneheart sticks with water. It keeps his mind clear, after all. Drinks of an alcoholic nature are for when he knows he can rely on lucky. If he needs to be calculating, then he shouldn't bother with it. "I can certainly see a gentleman like you preferring things that require actual skill. Random chance isn't for everyone." It was for him though. He's never lost a bet before. But this isn't a betting game. This is a moment to learn. And even flirt with a man to see what information might tumble out. That's part of the game. Part of the calculations. It isn't just the cards that matter, it's the person across the table, too.

"That entirely depends on the nature of the lesson," Yingxing said dryly, "And whether you're in danger of failing or not." It seemed like they'd be spending their time with some light flirting, that was familiar enough territory for him to get comfortable.

He ordered one of the less liquor-heavy drinks off the menu and leaned back in his seat, passing out the cards with an ease that had really only come recently as he'd gotten into practice. "This one is really all about calculating probability. I'd never take my chances with a game that's truly random. I'm not currently rich enough for that." He didn't consider himself much of a gambling man at all, not when he always went in with a clear strategy. The first step was always to find opponents who weren't as quick at mathematics as he was, which was fortunately easy enough most of the time, especially when everyone was already slightly tipsy.

[traincarsandstars]

About Yingxing and About Yingxing: The High Cloud Quintet for Bailu ofc

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About Yingxing "Mister Yingxing is really nice! He isn't like most adults that lie all the time, plus he always lets me hid in his workshop whenever I visit. Actually, come to think of it, I should bring him some medicine next time I visit. Working in a forge is an occupational hazard you know."

About Yingxing: The High Cloud Quintet "It's hard to believe that Mister Yingxing was a member of the High Cloud Quintet! He looks so young! I bet he has enough stories to run circles around Mr. Xiyan. Maybe he can help me take this piece of jewelry off my tail too..."

@xianzhou-craftsman

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