zinhuan

[zinhuan]

happy new year and sorry i've been so m.i.a folks, i got sick right after my flights and it's been a few days now and i still haven't recovered yet ;/

in the meantime it would be so cool if anyone would like to check out the opens i hv hh

[zinhuan]

back from china !! it was so beautiful im cry !! also dead tired but i shall get to writing soon

[zinhuan]

muse: shu anruo (she/her, secret fanfiction turned romance novel writer slash stylist) open to: anyone, pls assume long time childhood friends connection (m if romantic) plot: instead of going home as per tradition to have dinner together with the family for winter solstice, she has been m.i.a for the entire day and her parents have asked for y/m's help with locating her and bringing her home

blowing warm air into her hands, shu anruo rubs them together a few times. any longer, and she might as well have turned into a snowman, having been at the playground for two hours. snow has started to fall again less than an hour ago, yet any thoughts of going home still refuse to be taken seriously. if she were lucky, perhaps the snow would fall hard enough to swallow her whole. that, at least, would be preferable to the prospect of facing whatever waits for her back home. a family dinner usually means long conversations about her life that she would rather not discuss openly. with her phone battery steadily draining, anruo tucks it away and turns her attention to the lively scene unfolding nearby. families out on evening walks have started another round of snowball fights, and their laughter rings through the chilly evening air, a sharp contrast to the quiet heaviness in her chest. lost in her thoughts for a while, it's when someone approaches that she looks up instinctively. "what—" the word barely makes it out before surprise fades, leaving her shoulders to slump as a sigh escapes her lips. out of relief, or helplessness? she isn't so sure either. "did my parents call you again?" it wouldn't be the first time they did so. "told you before, you should just block them."

[zinhuan]

muse: vicky yeon (she/her, bar/cafe singer) open to: anyone plot: y/m keeps requesting the same song and she's Sick of it

christmas songs are usually too cheerful and joyful for her taste for her to have them on repeat constantly for at least an entire month. but tonight? she doesn’t mind. tonight is supposed to be easy: a cozy, chill and low stakes, and a setlist filled with familiar carols that doesn't require too much from her. after all, christmas song requests from customers are rarely demanding. that is, until someone has decided to request the same song over and over again. by the eighth, vicky decides she has had enough — enough of confused looks from other customers, and enough of tolerating the miserable look on the requestor that she finally steps away from where she sits performing on stage, and approaches the sole contributor to her misery of the night. "hey," she starts, inviting herself to the seat across the other without even bothering to ask, "i get it. last christmas is a cool song — easy to sing along, relatable, all that jazz. but honestly, who broke your heart that bad?" perhaps she sounds more blunt than intended, but after seven whole replays of the same song, she feels it’s justified. "or are you just that big of a fan?"

[zinhuan]

flying to china tmr so i'll try to be around when i can <3

[zinhuan]

happy winter solstice folks !! 冬至快乐！

in light of that, i may post more opens for my chinese muses so pls keep an eye out for them and always respond if any interests you !!

pls also lmk if there's anyone you would like to write with !!

[zinhuan]

muse: lee sungjun (he/him, gym owner, mob/crime ring member) open to: anyone who runs a business / works in shops (f if romantic, but high chance it's more one-sided and very very slow burn) plot: he’s a regular at the restaurant (or the likes) y/m runs, his visits often marked by an air of quiet mystery. despite his reserved and secretive nature, the two of you have managed to build a rather friendly relationship over time. yet, his behavior occasionally raises suspicion — especially when he turns up bruised and bloodied, offering no explanation for his state. tonight is one of those nights. he walks in, visibly battered, seeking solace in the familiar warmth of y/m's establishment, hoping to find a distraction from whatever pain he’s carrying.

coming here might have been a mistake, lee sungjun thinks, almost wincing as he lowers himself into the chair. each movement is slow, his posture stiff as he carefully angles his body to avoid causing more of the searing pain at his side. the cut on the side of his waist throbs in protest, a sharp reminder of what just happened and why he shouldn't be hanging around in public and risk bleeding out (not that it's possible, it's not that bad of a cut, he notes mentally) — yet, somehow, he’s here anyway. glancing up when he could sense someone approaching, he hopes his expression doesn't give anything away, "before you say anything, it's just a cold. i've been sick the entire day." not exactly a lie either, he tends to always feel sicker than he actually is, albeit not the physical kind. "i hope your day was better than mine ... ?"

[zinhuan]

"nope," ming zhu replies, mouth curving into a grin as she spares no glance at pugsley, "this is fueled by personal vengeance, pugsley, no can do." she hums, pouring the fifth cup of some suspicious power — or is it her sixth? she has honestly lost count by now — into the bucket with questionable mixture. the mixture swirls and blurbs and hisses in a way that promises nothing good. though, a better idea hits her mind just a few seconds later with the realization that one couldn't ask for a better partner in crime than the one beside her now. "unless ... you are somehow able to make this idea of mine all the better," a grin starts to grow as she shifts to look at him, "or worse. both works, i guess."

gesturing vaguely with the random wood stick that she's using as a makeshift stirrer, she points it at him, "some kid knocked over my spring rolls to the fountain at the town center the other day, and do you know how devastating that was? it kept me up the entire night! and this" — she taps the bucket with bubbling liquid with the stick — "is gonna turn the whole fountain into bubbles! what do you think?"

✧  𓂅  closed  for  @zinhuan .

as  far  as  enablers  went  ,  pugsley  found  he  was  often  in  competition  with  ming  zhu  for  the  crown  .  with  each  bad  idea  one  of  them  had  ,  it  was  like  the  other  couldn't  rest  without  taking  part  in  it  first  .  doubling  the  fun  but  also  doubling  the  damage  (  which  in  pugsley's  case  was  most  of  the  fun  ,  actually  )  .  their  latest  scheme  belonged  to  ming  zhu  and  he  didn't  appreciate  how  secretive  she  was  being  .  he  lay  on  the  lawn  beside  her  ,  ripping  up  the  grass  and  sighing  very  loudly  as  he  waited  for  her  to  finish  plotting  their  latest  endeavor  .  “  can't  i  help  yet  ?  ”  he  chimed  in  after  (  nearly  )  two  whole  minutes  of  silence  !  he  was  improving  .  “  i  do  very  bad  things  and  i  do  them  very  well  .  if  you'd  just  let  me  help  we  could  already  be  on  our  way  .  ”

[zinhuan]

she could hear it in his voice — hell, a more reasonable part of her is telling her the same too. that the man is right and her life surely wouldn't be negotiable if the other attackers were upon her. yet shen hanyan has always been one to bet on chances, no matter how slim. "we still can save him." she insists, trying to keep her voice level. she nods firmly, silently agreeing to his suggestion, despite fully intending to do anything but. not yet, anyway. she makes her way to the direction of the driver, convinced that with the both of them moving him, surely they could get out there faster and —

barely a few steps forward before a figure approaches from ahead, cutting off her path. her breath hitches as her gaze catches the glint of a knife, its cold steel reflecting the light. stumbling back and almost bumping into him, hanyan's voice trembles a little as panic continues to slip in, "there's not- i think we have to go now. to the woods."

he leans forward- there's a certain sadness in his eyes or maybe it's pity. "the only way you can help him now is to pray his spirit finds its way." jun glances towards his accomplices. "listen- they will not spare you." was he stupid? why couldn't jun just cut his losses and run away. this woman- and her driver- was not his responsibility. and yet, there was a tiny voice in his mind that said he would be betraying everything he stood for if he left her there. jun paused for a moment. "fine. i'll grab the driver- you run into the woods. all they care about is money. deal?"

[zinhuan]

time to think of a good (maybe funny) ooo that stops ppl from contacting me ksljfd

[zinhuan]

last day working of the year so ... wish me luck guys it's been a hella loooong and lowkey stressful week

[zinhuan]

ming zhu tilts her head, the faintest glimmer of mischief lighting up her eyes. she doesn't answer right away, instead letting the question hang in the air as she absentmindedly toys with a loose thread dangling from her sleeve. boredom has been wearing her out, and she has spent the past hour sprawled lazily across the bench she's currently seated on. not that she dislikes hanging around him, of course, quite the opposite in fact, but if only there was a way to convince him ...

“there's always a lot in my mind, but i was just thinking …" she trails off, aiming for that dramatic pause of suspense, before rising to a more proper sitting position slowly, "what would it take for you to go to the amusement park with me? there's a hilarious challenge going on — if you make a scare actor at the haunted house break character, you get free rides for rest of the year." her lips twitch into a grin, and she straightens, watching them anticipatingly. “as soon as i saw the ad, you immediately came to mind. really." a pause, and then she adds quickly, almost as if trying to ward off any potential rejection, "you asked what was on my mind. this is the risk you take.”

✧  𓂅  closed  for  @zinhuan .

edward  wasn't  use  to  ming  zhu's  constant  company   .  though  they  found  that  he  didn't  mind  it  .  there  wasn't  a  lot  people  that  wanted  to  hang  around  him  ;  his  reputation  as  an  alleged  murderer  (  there  wasn't  enough  evidence  to  put  him  in  jail  )  made  him  someone  people  crossed  the  street  to  get  away  from  not  get  to  .  ming  zhu  didn't  seem  to  mind  though  .  edward  had  spent  so  much  time  with  her  they  were  even  getting  better  at  reading  her  features  .  “  the  look  on  your  face  says  there's  more  on  your  mind  .  ”  he  offered  ,  though  they  wouldn't  know  what  to  do  with  it  if  she  answered  honestly  .  edward  wasn't  a  very  affectionate  person  ,  nor  did  he  understand  how  to  interact  as  a  regular  human  being  .  despite  that  ,  he  wanted  to  try  .  “  do  you  want  to  talk  about  it  ?  ”

[zinhuan]

asking for a friend but when is there gonna be a ch.en d.uling gif pack pls pls pls omg i am going insane

[zinhuan]

Meng Ziyi's new photoshoot for Blossom

[zinhuan]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

[zinhuan]

the chaos unfolding outside is not lost to her, the last she's heard was her guard frantically yelling at her to remain inside the carriage, until he comes to get her. in hindsight, she realizes she should've done something other than just wait. maybe an extra hands would help them fend off the bandits quicker. she's no warrior, but she's known to be quite handy with a blade. maybe, if she had stepped out of the carriage sooner, she wouldn't come face-to-face with one of the attackers, or seen her carriage driver lying motionless on the ground. the logical move would be to follow the robber — or the savior — keep her head down until they're far enough away, and then slip away when there's a chance to, trusting her survival instinct to carry her the rest of the way. but there was something just as strong, if not stronger, than the survival instinct is one that she cannot turn away from. "please," she speaks, voice trembling just enough to betray the fear growing in her as she tears her stunned gaze away from the lifeless form of the driver and locks eyes with the man in front of her. "just leave us. i have money… you can take it all! everything else too! you can take everything!" if luck is on her side — and she desperately hopes it is — maybe the man on the ground is still breathing and she will find out some way to help him, stop the bleeding, find some medicine, something. " please leave, i have to help him."

open to: m/f/nb (25+)

verse: period/fantasy

plot: jun is really not cut out for this. but he (and some of his buddies- or well, acquaintances) are in the midst of robbing your carriage. jun opens to the door to find your muse, who he politely asks to leave. hahah he's a good guy, just very poor and in the wrong crowd. idk we can go anywhere with this!

he looks around anxiously as the three other man descend on the carriage below. jun does not remember signing up for kidnapping or killing- he simply wanted to take the person's coin and flee back to his farm. however, he watches in stunned silence as one of his acquaintances kills the carriage driver. fear runs through him. this wasn't supposed to be how to goes...or was this their plan all along? two of the men fight off a guard, while the third one approaches the door to the carriage. in and instant, jun is running to beat him there. "i cancel handle this one- you help the others," he finds himself saying. it sounds alien to him. but he's pretty sure he just saved the life of whoever was in there. he opens the carriage door to reveal whoever was inside. "it's time to go," he mutters, eyes glancing towards the fighting. "take your bag- i can get you out of here."

[zinhuan]

@xinxiins sent: 💬 - from AJY for whomstever want himb

[ to: 183帅哥小狗 ]：[ drafted text ] i think it's getting bad again, i can't sleep... could you call me when you're done with your schedule tonight? ‎ ‎ ‎ ౨ৎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ [ to: 183帅哥小狗 ]：[ drafted text ] my latest ff chapter got flagged for 'suggestive material', can you believe it? the moderators said ONE more strike and my account will be banned for three months... :( ‎ ‎ ‎ ౨ৎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ [ to: 183帅哥小狗 ]：[ drafted text ] 好想吃你做的饭，你不在...一个人吃饭好像都没那么好吃了 ‎ ‎ ‎ ౨ৎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

[ to: 183帅哥小狗 ]：tell me why are you trending on w.eibo again it's 3am ?? why are you doing a livestream and not asleep

unsent texts