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PERMANENT MOVE.
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PERMANENT MOVE.
All activity will resume normally. This blog will remain open, but inactive while I move and continue threads, starters and inbox memes. Original characters are temporarily unavailable since I’m tweaking their backgrounds, but they will be linked soon, and their threads can resume as well. New blog can be found HERE.
PERMANENT MOVE.
All activity will resume normally. This blog will remain open, but inactive while I move and continue threads, starters and inbox memes. Original characters are temporarily unavailable since I’m tweaking their backgrounds, but they will be linked soon, and their threads can resume as well. New blog can be found HERE.
PERMANENT MOVE.
All activity will resume normally. This blog will remain open, but inactive while I move and continue threads, starters and inbox memes. Original characters are temporarily unavailable since I’m tweaking their backgrounds, but they will be linked soon, and their threads can resume as well. New blog can be found HERE.
PERMANENT MOVE.
All activity will resume normally. This blog will remain open, but inactive while I move and continue threads, starters and inbox memes. Original characters are temporarily unavailable since I’m tweaking their backgrounds, but they will be linked soon, and their threads can resume as well. New blog can be found HERE.
✉ ―――― “ STAY WITH ME TONIGHT. ” / LINGWUDU ↪ @wcvensouls
Sleep is no longer a requirement, as much as it is simple pleasure. Time is limitless, and he knows that he can stay for as long as he so desires. So long as Ling Wen wants his company, of course. Still, there were other necessities that he enjoyed and wished to attend. Stating his farewells, as though they will not be in each other’s presence once more within a couple hours. Stripping off the layers he is wearing, and sinking into a bath full of steaming water. Wash his hair and change into something lighter, softer against his skin. Such simplicity can be pushed back for the time being, knowing that Ling Wen is rarely so forward. Asking one another for their company, for them to stay - it is still a rarity.
How could he possibly say no? An easy word that rolls off his tongue when it comes to others, yet the Water Tyrant cannot bring himself to do the same for Ling Wen. Surely, the other Gods will talk if someone were to catch wind that Shi Wudu is staying in the palace of Ling Wen. Luckily, no one knew of his whereabouts, and if it weren’t for his care about what others say about her both in the Heavens and Mortal realm ; he wouldn’t care. Softly, he hums. No direct answer comes, and instead he steps towards her.
Elegant fingers running through silky hair, clearly intending on eventually bringing her hair down. Already, he could imagine her hair cascading beautifully past her shoulders, and back. His other hand comes to rest against the side of her face, the Water Tyrant’s head tilting in the slightest. Of course, he has no complaints. Shi Wudu wishes nothing more than to soak up all the time possible when it came to Ling Wen, but he can’t help but be a bit concerned. Not entirely certain if she simply wanted his company, and privacy - or something was wrong. Dropping his hand from her face, he gives her shoulder a squeeze. Finger tips pressing into her skin, as if attempting to knead out the tension in her muscles.
“I’ll draw us a bath.” Well, he supposes he doesn’t have to sacrifice his bath entirely. Simply... change the plans a bit, and share. Shi Wudu doubts she will mind, so he steps away. Especially, when he has a knack for keeping the temperature perfect.
✉ ―――― “SHOULD I BUILD A HOUSE ON THE BEACH SO WE CAN ALWAYS BE TOGETHER?” SL/XXC ↪ @cultivatinghearts
One thing he has learned to dislike, is the way he can’t hide.
Song Lan has a way with words, and Xiao Xingchen reacts without wanting to. Warmth spreads through him, and he can feel his cheeks, neck and collarbones immediately start to turn pink. “Oh, Zichen.” Hand raises, partially hiding the lower half of his face as he laughs. Corner of his eyes crinkling softly, a grin plastered across his features when his hands drop. “You shouldn’t say such things.” Without warning, he bumps their shoulders together. Finding it to be a mistake, feeling the flush on his body beginning to intensify. Such a strong reaction, over a few words and the most playful, quick touch they shared.
Oh, he was truly too far gone.
Never did he expect to find the other half of his soul on the surface, knowing that such a thing should be impossible. Yet the impossible felt possible when he was with Song Lan, enough so that he could almost believe what he had said. Xiao Xingchen couldn’t deny how lovely it sounded. A house on the beach, uninterrupted. Able to spend as much time with one another as they well pleased, able to make a home together.
Even if Xiao Xingchen left for short periods of time, he would have a home to return to. The mere thought of it caused his heart to swell, and the grin relaxes into a smile. Genuine and soft, eyes visibly distracted and lost within his thoughts.
Without warning, he throws his arms around Song Lan’s neck. Partially turning, tail automatically curling in order to suit his new seating position. Pink hue has finally disappeared, and there’s a shine within grey eyes. In a way, it is nothing new. Xiao Xingchen always looks at Song Lan in the same manner, with the same shine. Filled with love, absolutely enamored beyond reasoning. “Zichen, I...” He stammers for a second, allows himself pause. Easily, he leans in - pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I would love nothing more, than to have a home with you.” Whispered, yet earnest ; filled with a twinge of hope.
PEI MING, ALSO KNOWN AS GENERAL GUANG.
PROTECTOR DEITY, AND MARTIAL GOD OF THE NORTH.
HWI GETS A KISS FROM SEON-HO. ↪ @cultivatinghearts
Every breath is a pant. Heavy and excruciating, burning his lungs from the inside out. Metal clinks against stones, silenced within seconds by the bed of grass. Exertion from an unnecessary fight has taken effect, feeling a bit of exhaustion creep into his bones. Without a doubt, it has nothing to do with Seon-Ho. Stubborn and agile, built to fight without remorse, without stopping - even long after he has tired himself out. Exhaustion that sweeps over him, is because of who he fights and how unwilling he finds himself to be. Releasing his sword had been a split second decision, and it had been a quick one. Just as quickly as the blade fell, he fills the palm of his hand with something else.
First, it had been his hair. Decision quickly changes once more, and he presses his hand flat against the back of Hwi’s head. Seon-Ho has barely had the chance to properly catch his breath, yet he wastes no time to swoop in, and press their mouths together. Teeth clattering painfully, causing a hiss to slip past parted lips and brows to furrow together. Seon-Ho realizes what this must look like, how it can be interpreted. It might look like he had grabbed the back of his head, just to slam their faces together in an underhanded attack, but it’s not the case. Part of him knows, that Hwi will understand. The other part, worries that he will not, and it prompts him to quickly correct his form. To soften his hold, and kiss.
Easing into it, the press of his mouth immediately softens. Able to feel and taste him, mixed with salt and iron. Complaint does not come, feeling his body filling with warmth as he loops his other arm around Hwi. Hand that had been pressed against the back of his head relaxes, and drops down to the nape of his neck - only to eventually make its way around, and rest against his cheek. Partially cupping his face, all while holding him close. Once more, he feels the ache in his chest ; and immediately turns his head. Giving him a second to exhale, and inhale once more with enough air to focus on the kiss once again.
New angle allows him to press in deeper, and he suddenly realizes how good it feels. How well their mouths fit together, as if they were truly the moon and sun ; made for one another. Seon-Ho is certain that if the kiss continues, his head is going to start spinning and his heart will lurch out of his chest. Pulling away with a heavy sigh, he lets their foreheads crash together a bit clumsily, desperately. Bit painful, but it’s nothing they’re not accustomed to. Eyes remain closed, as if there’s a risk in reopening them. Afraid this is nothing more than a fleeting dream, a figment of his imagination - afraid to open his eyes and see anger staring back at him. And yet he holds on, keeps a hand pressed to the side of Hwi’s face, an arm wrapped tight around his waist, basking in the moment a little longer, refusing to part.
✉ ―――― ‘IS THAT OKAY?’ (LXC FOR XXC) ↪ @memorystxrs
Regardless of the intricate details, his features are calm. Brows relaxed, lashes lowered as he works on the spiritual barrier. Intricate curves, symbols long lost. While the barrier does not siphon much spiritual energy, it is undeniably effective. When the malicious entities cross, the barrier will form. Until all of them have been slain or dealt with, it will be an unwavering force, only opening for the cultivators inside. Only downside, is the amount that must be created. Each one must be made to perfection, not a single detail out of place. One wrong twist of their sword as they engrave the symbols, and the entire thing will fail. Idea had come last minute, a way to ensure that the villagers below would not be attacked.
Which meant he didn’t have too much time to create each one, teaching the Jade Twin what he must do, how it must be created - the depth, the spacing, the way they must connect. Question causes his head to raise, and Xiao Xingchen finishes before he pulls Shuanghua from the dirt. With a simple twist of his hand, all the dirt that stubbornly clung onto the blade, has fallen. Leaving the sword pristine once more, only to be sheathed as he continues to the other half of the field. Brows raise, and his mouth curl upwards.
“Yes.” Knees bend, finger tips trailing close without directly touching the symbols that have been laid into place. Already, Xiao Xingchen can feel the symbols becoming a bit more solid, unwavering, filling with spiritual energy. Even Shuanghua silently hums in his hold, seeming to feel the same affect beginning to kick in. Straightening out, the smile returns ; this time growing into a grin as he turns to face Lan Xichen. “You’re a quick learner.” He expected nothing less from the esteemed Zewu-Jun. Still, it’s impressive. “Focus, and you can feel the energy beginning to collect.” It’s subtle, easy to miss.
Still, it isn’t as if their job is done. “We should move, before sundown.” Hardest part would be to round the creatures up, avert the attention off the villagers, and onto themselves. And then finally, lure them within the the intricate barrier.
CHUNHUA GETS A KISS FROM XUE YANG. ↪ @mortalitatis
Hum escapes his lips, muffled by supple flesh he’s pressing kisses to. Hair is held in his hand, between his fingers - to keep it away from her neck and give himself more access, and give himself more control in general. Another slow kissed is pressed, this time to the crook of her neck. Teeth grazing and teasing, tongue running over the indents of teeth in order to soothe and tease further. Eventually, he begins to work his way back up. Xue Yang’s grip tightens, and he uses it to pull her head backwards, without applying too much pressure. Prevent pain, ensure he doesn’t break the moment he’s trying to create.
“I’m bored.” Mumbled as he presses a kiss to the corner of her jaw, eyelids fluttering open - eyes finally meeting with hers, mischief looming underneath.
Playfully, he nips.
And without warning, he’s pressing a kiss to her lips. Head tilting, accessing the right angle from the very beginning in order to prevent their teeth from clattering together. Tongue pressing against her lower lip, but he doesn’t press any further than that. Grip on her hair is released, and he settles for lowering his hand. Pressing it against her lower back, pulling her close to himself, until they’re squeezed together and they’re stealing each other’s breaths. When he pulls away, he takes a moment to linger. Following with a peck of his lips, and another... another, and a final one that lasts longer than the other three. “Let’s leave.” Ah, it’s no wonder he’s stated his boredom earlier. Of course, it wasn’t towards her.
More so, the fact that they weren’t in a place that could be considered safe, private. Not that Xue Yang cares... but he’s going to assume that she does, and is going to play it safe. Get a more private location, so he could continue to presses kisses to her lips, jaw and neck. And eventually her collarbones, and every bit of exposed flesh.
Last time, they spent eight hundred years running towards each other. This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace.
✉ ―――― “HOW IS YOUR HAIR SO SOFT?” WWX/LWJ ↪ @cultivatinghearts
Eyelids flutter shut, taut muscles relaxing.
Fingers thread through his hair, and Lan Wangji can’t wrap his mind around how good it feels. Craning his head into his touch, he exhales slowly. Definitely a touch that he can become accustomed to, a touch he finds himself yearning for when they apart once again. Only attention he pays to his hair is in the mornings, when he carefully sweeps his hair back, and pins it down. Usually with a headpiece made elegantly out of shells and pears, and beautiful rarities that he often chose not to wear. What mattered, is keeping the long, and flowing strands out of his eyes and face when he swam and would suddenly surface.
Today, he is happy that he has left it down. Having lingered close, rather than going home. Ink black hair cascades far past his shoulders, some strands sticking to his lower back. Lan Wangji never gives it much thought, never paid the possibilities too much attention. At the sound of his voice, Lan Wangji’s golden eyes slowly reopen.
Remaining heavy, hardly able to open them all the way. More relaxed than he imagined possible, not willing to snap out of it yet. Not even the sun is bothersome against his skin, the warmth that clings to the air and dries the beads of water from his skin. “Why wouldn’t it be?” Question is a sincere one, filled with curiosity. Regime existed, and it included taking care of his hair. It’s not as though being constantly submerged and in cold temperatures did his hair any favors, hence his meticulous care. Propping himself up, he reaches forward. Absentmindedly twisting a few loose strands of Wei Wuxian’s hair between his fingers, amazed with how soft it felt against the webbing. “How is your hair so soft?”
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Rumors surrounded the one known as the Yiling Patriarch, rumors that hid the truth while no one even knew what he looked like. The Burial Mounds was his home with the rest of the people who were underneath his care including the child that he claimed as his son. He didn’t consider themselves as a Sect as there were only three cultivators among the group, the rest were elderly and his son. He knew that it wouldn’t matter to the Sects since he was easily deemed as evil because he was a demonic cultivator, fingers were always pointed at him.
The people needed someone to blame and that blame fell onto Wei Wuxian’s shoulders, it was fear from the people that caused them to point those fingers. He had gotten used to the blame while most the events dealing with resentful energy, a lot of them that had nothing to do with him. Those events just didn’t make sense especially with how they thought that the Yiling Patriarch had something to do with them, he wasn’t even there. It was rare for him to leave Yiling unless there was a reason for it, mostly when it came to hearing rumors about high resentful energy or anything dealing with the dead. That was mostly when Wei Wuxian decided to get involved for the sake of the people that could get hurt, he may be on the wrong path, but he has never caused anyone harm. Only if they stood against him first and the people that lived with him in the Burial Mounds.
The recent rumors of zombies and resentful energy caught his attention which lead Wei Ying to exploring the area where the sightings first came from, that’s why he was wondering around for the source. He could tell that something was wrong though. Wen Ning was helping with the search nearby while the raven never expected that he was going to run into a member from the Lan Sect especially the second young master of the Sect. He never thought that this was how he was going to run into one of the Sects, but expected that it would happen eventually.
Hopefully, he could play it off that he was just a rogue cultivator which wasn’t exactly a lie since he wasn’t apart of a Sect. Besides no one knew who the Yiling Patriarch actually was.
Kneeled down by the fresh corpse that he just came upon, he jumped at the sound of Lan Wangji’s voice. A small breath did escape him “I just came across them, do I look like someone who could do this? I’m not a spirit.”
Fierce corpses, and an abundance of condensed resentful energy is the primary focus. Creating havoc, attracting entities that would want to siphon the energy for itself. Other Disciples have been sent out to investigate, where the imminent danger is not so thick. Questions will be asked, pieces of the puzzle slowly stitched together. Finding the trail is not difficult, fresh corpses easily located. Thus far, he had not seen anyone else around. They’re either caught up elsewhere, doing their own investigating or simply won’t show.
“I did not accuse you.” Question hadn’t been anywhere near such. Beginning with the basics, questioning possibly injuries before anything. Needless to say, it caused a twinge of suspicion to brew within Lan Wangji. Those that incriminate themselves before they are even questioned, were usually the ones to watch closely. Suspicions would not be voiced, and he wouldn’t dare make an assumption so quick. These cases were never quite this easy, and nerves have a way of rattling someone - if that is what’s happening.
Eyes narrow, golden gaze sweeping over the area. Bichen held within his grasp, sheathed. If more were to come, or one decided to spring to life with newfound energy, he would be prepared. Stepping around, he noted any strange patterns on the bodies, anything that would work as a hint later on. “Do you belong to a sect?” Attention turns back towards the other, partially turning his body. In a way, he isn’t concerned over the sect he belonged to. Attempting to figure out whether he should be around, or not. Last thing he wanted was a common villager to be poking around, putting themselves in danger.
Safety of others comes first, and dealing with fierce corpses is much easier when he doesn’t have to look after someone defenseless. A pause, a second question thrown in. Whether they were a cultivator or not, it was something that could still be answered. "Before finding the bodies... was there something amiss?” If anything, or anyone came through first - or if he thought he might have heard or seen something, anything.
Taking a bit of time away, is not so bad.
Distancing themselves from the aftermath of everything, is a decision Lan Wangji is glad he stood by. Getting the opportunity to venture out, mentally note places and changes that are to be made. Cultivating where it is necessary, having someone to discuss a plan with and someone that he is able to rely on. Most importantly, he hopes that their time away will be of help to Wei Wuxian. Undeniably concerned, knowing that he has been through quite a lot in such little time, hardly able to comprehend who he fully is before being thrust into such an ordeal. For a brief second, he cannot help but to glance over at him.
Just as quickly as he looked at him, he looks away. Lan Wangji notes that they should rest some time soon, having finally made it into a new village. Crawling with life, buzzing with excitement as the vendors cheerily attempt to draw attention to the goods they’re selling. Curiously, he looks over some of the items. Nothing in particular catches his eye, but something does catch his nose. Fresh food being prepared and cooked, just a short distance away. Different types, enough so that it’s a bit difficult to decipher what specifically caught his attention. Or, maybe he was finally beginning to grow hungry and noticing it.
Slowing his pace down a bit, his attention averts back to Wei Wuxian. Uncertain if he wanted to continue and find a place where they’re able to get some cover from the sun for a bit, sit and rest their legs before they continue forward once more. Lan Wangji has decided to leave that decision up to Wei Wuxian, since he doesn’t have a preference at the moment. Perhaps, for lunch, he will voice his preference. “Hungry?”
―――― PLOTTED STARTER ↪ @resentfuldrcgon !
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