This is a low-activity, selective, rp blog for a few xianxia based muses.
Sideblog to @cuckoo-among-beasts. Mun is 30+ yo and with 20 years of rp experience.
Muse list (and link to bios) under the cut.
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This is a low-activity, selective, rp blog for a few xianxia based muses.
Sideblog to @cuckoo-among-beasts. Mun is 30+ yo and with 20 years of rp experience.
Muse list (and link to bios) under the cut.
SHARP BROWS DRAW DEEPLY over his fierce eyes . chu wanning knows he is not good at comfort — he often watches the other elders and their gentle guiding hands and wonders if he could ever . . . if there ever was a world when he could be like that . but it is not in him , it has never been . as such , his disciples do not seek comfort from him . chu wanning wonders when it was that he made them think that they could not tell him when it hurts , and realises it does not quite matter . xue meng has always been exceptionally proud , never showing weakness even from a young age . chu wanning wonders how it happened so , with the way he is so spoiled by his parents , but perhaps that was part of it . the desire to prove himself was far too strong . THE BLOOD STAINING the blue robes and light armour of sisheng peak is unsightly , and for all of xue meng's posturing , chu wanning knows it hurts .
returning from the dancing sword platform , chu wanning does not doubt that xue meng did not wish to be seen as having been hurt during training . ❛ xue ziming , ❜ chu wanning scolds , tone broking no argument . ❛ if you are hurt , or in pain , you must not hide it from me . do you understand ? ❜ he finds it a wonder how the young master made it to the red lotus pavilion at all , with how pale his face was .
❛ robes can be washed , ❜ chu wanning says , shortly , as he peels the light armour off xue meng , careful not to budge his shoulder too much and cause him more pain . ❛ you have to be more aware of your left side , i have told you . ❜
As soon as his teacher calls him by his courtesy name, Xue Meng stills, something flickering in his gaze. Guilt, perhaps? Or maybe more embarrassment. Besides wanting to prove himself, the teen wants to make his shizun proud. Few of his status, and with such doting parents, grow up to become as hardworking, and pure hearted, as him. If he could only admit weakness and be a bit better at putting himself in other's shoes, he would be truly formidable. Though, that might come with time. For now, he's a bleeding youth, filled with embarrassment and guilt.
"Yes, shizun, I understand." Having now promised this, perhaps next injury will not be hidden? Hopefully, there won't be a next injury, but that is nothing but wishful thinking.
Getting the light armour removed hurt, but he makes no sound. Only sign that the pain increases is a slight hitch in his breath. A shiver goes through him as the injury is revealed, fresh blood trickles down his arm. Xue Meng swallows, his breath hitching again. Chu Wanning would never show pain, so he can't do so either. He needs to just bear it.
"Yes, shizun. I will work harder on protecting my left side," he says, head now hanging like a faltering flower. Yet another promise. This one, he will most definitely keep. This can't happen again. He needs to prove he's worthy of being Chu Wanning's student and the sect heir of Sisheng peak.
Last year, I tried to draw this Chu Wanning for my friend for her birthday. I'm not good at drawing humans, especially not digitally, but she got happy and that's all that matters.
(My bad about the outfits and accessories. I only read the novels, then realized there was a manga and I could’ve just not worried about the clothes, but it is what it is)
Soft Touch
Trying my hand at some actions here! Let's have some tender moments, huh? Some of these could be construed as a little... risqué. Add reverse to flip sender and receiver!
[trail] for sender to run their fingertip along receiver's jaw.
[tilt] for sender to gently tilt receiver's chin up.
[tuck] for sender to tuck a strand of hair behind receiver's ear.
[cup] for sender to cup receiver's cheek.
[drift] for sender to let their hand trail from receiver's shoulder to their lower back.
[hold] for sender to slide their hand into receiver's.
[thumb] for sender to wipe away receiver's tear with their thumb.
[scratch] for sender to slowly run their fingernail down receiver's spine.
[trace] for sender to run their fingertips over the bones in receiver's hand.
[grip] for sender to wrap an arm around receiver's waist.
[nuzzle] for sender to tuck their face into the crook of receiver's neck.
[breathe] for sender to trail a thumb over receiver's lower lip.
[rest] for sender to trail a thumb over receiver's eyelids.
[whisper] for sender to trail a fingertip down over receiver's neck.
[gasp] for sender to press their hand against receiver's neck.
Erha - 290 character...
My sweet boy - Xue Meng 🥹💔
“Hold still. I mean it. Hold still.” / for xue meng from shizun chu wanning !
@priestl1es || blood on your sleeve meme
Xue Meng is trying not to squirm. He can't believe he managed to get injured. He needs to work harder, train more. This is unacceptable.
"You don't need to care for it, shizun, it's just a scratch. It's nothing," he says, cheeks a little pink from embarrassment at the wound that's definitely not just a scratch. "Watch out or you'll get blood on your robes." If that happens, he'll make sure the robes get washed. not by himself, of course. Xue Meng has no clue how you wash clothes.
✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.
• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here. • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper. • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you. • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.
「 RP MEME : NONVERBAL PROMPTS. mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts. 」 SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.
[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.
[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.
[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.
[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.
[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.
[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.
[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.
[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.
[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.
[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.
[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.
[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.
[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.
[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.
[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.
[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.
[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.
[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.
[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.
[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.
[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.
[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.
[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.
[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.
[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.
[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.
[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.
[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.
[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.
[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.
[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.
[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.
[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.
[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.
Rereading erha makes me feel bad for xue meng all over again🫠
17。06。23。
My baby
We should definitely throw more flowers at Xue Meng, he looks so adorable😭💕
(Also yes I decided to combine all of his designs into one because there were simply TOO MANY of them... And he looked beautiful in all of them hehe)
Muse list has been updated. I've removed Lan Yuan, Ruoye and E-Ming.
They continued a bit longer until they got to the servant wing, some rooms were shared and some were not. Mo's room was set up for two servants with each side being arranged for their own area with a table and seating area in the middle to share meals or read, but by the looks of it Mo was the first to occupy this room. Giving the young mortal the option of choosing which side he'd prefer.
The ghost king stepped inside with his new servant and placed the food down on the table and looked around the room as if inspecting it to be up to his standards. "Hm the wallpaper looks faded." Hua muttered to himself. Even if this room hadn't been used in awhile he expected his home to be kept nice. "Let me know if you want the room remodeled, it's very out of date." He said and turned to the servant and reached out to pet his hair. "Rest well Xuanyu. If I don't see you at breakfast the Yin Yu will show you to your first task. Good night." Hua Cheng departed to let the new servant settle in and went to his own room for the evening.
Mo Xuanyu was glad that the room had no other occupant at the moment. If he had needed to share with someone from the start, he would have been very anxious.
When Hua Cheng told him he could get the room remodelled, the young man's gaze, once again, grew comically wide. "This is fine, My Lord," he hurried to say, but before he can add anything else, he felt a hand on his head. The Ghost King is petting his hair! Xuanyu inhaled sharply, surprised by the sudden touch. When had anyone showed him such tenderness? Not for any amount of time that he could remember. Probably not since he was a very young child. He didn't want this gentle touch to end. Hua Cheng is indeed colder to the touch than a human, but to Xuanyu, he felt warm.
"Y-yes, My Lord. You too," he said in return, just to realise that ghost might not need to rest. Instantly, he felt head rising up his cheeks. How stupid of him to say something so human to a mighty Ghost King. Thankfully, it seemed like Hua Cheng didn't care.
Once he was alone, Mo Xuanyu gave the food a look, but he truly was too tired to eat more and instead opted for removing his outer layers and crawl into bed. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.
It's almost like a repeat of Taikiyan. The shuttlecraft crashing, March panicking. She wasn't allowed to drive this time and yet they still took a dive. It's not Dan Heng's fault either though, something in the atmosphere is interfering with the shuttle. Their rescue comes at a cost. "I don't wanna get eaten again!" March shouts as Caelus rushes to the window to see what caught the shuttle. Dan Heng shakes his head. ❝This isn't the Swarm, March. Let them help.❞ Whatever is out there means well. Mindless monsters don't reach out like that. And though it's a first for such a sensation, muddled as it is, the connection feels... familiar. "How do you know they're not gonna eat us?!" ❝Do you not feel it?❞ ❝Feel what?❞ Caelus asks, turning away from the window. ❝Dizzy as hell?❞ ... Both of them. So it's something vidyadhara related? ❝Nevermind. Just let it be. We'll check when we're on solid ground.❞ Unfortunately said ground brings out fearful locals aligning with March's panic. He wants to rush out and stop them but he can't afford to make tensions worse for their mission. Hanging back near the airlock he watches, waits until they've at least stopped firing, and hurries out to see what they were aiming at. ❝A dragon...?❞ "Dan Heng!" March calls out as she rushes to his side, joining his gaze at the sky. "That's a big storm cloud." Caelus squints up at the black as it vanishes among the white. ❝I don't think that's a storm.❞ A dragon. A fully embodied dragon. It can't be a vidyadhara high elder, they're all aboard the Xianzhou. One of Long's other scions? They had reached out to him. Tried to communicate. ❝I need to find them.❞ "Who?" ❝That dragon saved us from crashing into the sea. I need to speak with them.❞ None of them really know where to go from here though. He can't just rush off into the sky and chase them down. He's not that fast and there are strangers in the distance. He'll have to wait for that presence to return. ... It's evening by the time he senses it again and he bids temporary farewell to March and Caelus, warning them to 'play nice' with the locals. He'll be back soon. This has to be done alone. He isn't expecting a human guise. They're alike in that regard too. But something shifts when he looks up at them, eyes brightening to a vivid cyan.
❝Why do you hide from the others, child? They are only fearful for lack of understanding.❞ Does this one's heart ache for their kin? Where are they? Hand reaches forth to gently touch at their shoulder. ❝'Tis a shame to be on one's own in life. Yet such bravery this morn. 'Twas a pride to behold.❞
The young man's eyes changes. The colour brightening. Is he truly like him and letting him know that? Shangque steps down from his boat, meeting the other.
Child? Oh, he's an old one too? Could he really be of dragon kin? It seems that way. Their minds did connect and he can sense the other in a way he never has with any of the humans. To show trust, he allows his eyes to change. Brown turns to blood red and round pupils turns to slitted ones.
"I hide so they won't fear me. So I won't live alone. There was a war between the humans and the dragon clan. We were already few and..." Shangque hasn't talked about the war, not like this, for a long time and the memories comes back easily. He had only been a little hatchling, a firstborn. One born from a union, not a rebirth. "I'm the last one left. If they find out, I will have to live alone." He would rather turn into an egg than do that, but then no one could protect the humans or the three eggs at the bottom of the ocean.
A gasp escapes him at the touch. It feels... different. Of course the humans touch him sometimes. They like him, sees him as a friend, but this... this is his kin. Shangque feels a prickling in his eyes.
"I only did my duty. I can't just watch people die," he replies, not finding it particularly brave. The weapons of the war are long since lost and what is left can't hurt him, not truly.
"Are you... are you truly another dragon kin? One of Long's scions? Like me?" There's hope in his voice. No, yearning. Yearning to finally not be alone.
Semi-plotted starter for @starlighttrain for Long/Dan Heng.
Shangque had been out with his boat when he detected the sound of something falling from the sky. The humans wouldn't yet be able to detect it, but his hearing was phenomenal. On pure instinct, the man jumped off the boat and as he raised up, he also transformed, his human features morphing into that of a black dragon.
Soaring through the air, he rushed towards the falling ship. It was a small ship and once he reached it, he could actually fit part of it in his mouth. As usual, he tried to reach out with his mind, expecting nothing, but got something. Someone.
The surprised made him almost drop the ship. There was someone inside that he could connect with. That his mind could link with. This had not happen for hundreds of years. The connection was muddled, but it was there. Shangque was unsure if it was due to him not being used to it or if the other person just wasn't compatible enough. Or maybe they too got just as startled?
Unfortunately, there was no time to think. Humans were already rushing towards where he intended to land, aiming at him and shooting. They couldn't truly hurt him, but the shots still stung. Ignoring the sensation, he made sure to put down the ship safely on the ground before soaring back up into the sky. When far enough away, he looked back, seeing a man staring up at the sky. Was that the one he had connected with? Perhaps he would find out?
Once back on his boat. Shangque made sure to catch some fish before heading back to land. There he sold the fish as usual, listening to the gossip and pretending to know nothing of what had just happened. Instead of going to the Tavern for food, drink and company, as he often do, he went straight back to the boat, that also served as his home.
Sitting on the deck, looking up at the now darkening sky, he senses someone approaching. And not just anyone. That person. Shangque turns around, trying to not feel too excited. Just because their minds had linked doesn't mean this person is friendly.
"Hello," he greets, testing the waters. At least he looks nothing like his dragon-self in his human form, except for being dressed in all black.