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thinking about revamping for a very hopeful increase of activity or just moving blogs entirely. i have issues with my left eye, so i need to get that fixed first but after that i’ll try to get my ass back here.

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WE MOVIN’ YOU GUYS.

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thinking about revamping for a very hopeful increase of activity or just moving blogs entirely. i have issues with my left eye, so i need to get that fixed first but after that i’ll try to get my ass back here.

[aeipathic]

@ghosturned​ says: ❛ can’t sleep? ❜ ( for either gu xiang, wu xi, or both 👁 )

     meme || accepting

     it is a cold night — all nights are, on this mountain. it is very far from what wu xi is used to; nanjiang is humid, the air thick and warm. even the mountains, where the air is fresher than in the miasma forests below, are not half so cold as this. he does not like it, in truth. would prefer his home over the chilly central plains nights. but it is as wen kexing has suggested. he cannot sleep, so he has ventured out with a cloak on over his robes to stave off the chill. better that than disturb beiyuan with his restlessness. 

     he had checked on zhou zishu, first — of course he had. he no longer needs constant monitoring, can be left alone for most of the night, but if he is awake then of course he will check. this is where he finds wen kexing, sitting by zhou zishu’s bedside, unsleeping himself.

     he nods, stepping forward to stand beside him. though he would never complain when the cause is worthy, in truth it has been — a strain, these past couple of months. one would think the drain would make sleep come easier. it does not. wen kexing, of course, has his own reasons for not sleeping. wu xi remembers. he remembers when he did not know if beiyuan would live or die. he knows.

     even so, he cannot quite stop himself from saying, “you should rest, wen-gongzi,” despite knowing that he will not, despite having no ground to stand on. he is a healer; some things can’t be helped. zhou zishu will not wake up this night, or the next. “i could give you something for dreamless sleep.” 

[moretrashyrpmemes]

Send 💗 to kiss my muse tenderly without explanation

[vivianamors]

The Bamboo Forest by Yiannis Theologos Michellis

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💍

FOLLOW ME BACK FIRST, COWARD. 💖

[flowerytale]

Clarice Lispector ― The Hour of the Star

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@peerlesscucumbr​

So it happened —  it was only a matter of time after all. Shen Qingqiu knew he shouldn’t be proud, but he is. One of his students finally cut his class, can you believe it? Though he had to admit he was quite surprised to find Ning Yingying was the culprit. It reminds him of his own youth; those were the easy days weren’t they — ? Skipping class in favor of arcades and first grab at limited edition merchandise. 

He hates to cut her fun short, but alas, he has a reputation to keep as peak lord and he’s expected to retrieve his own student. Flying on top of his blade, Xiu Ya, he uses the aerial view to spot his wayward student. There is another person he doesn’t recognize. Unable to suppress his nosy nature he lands a distance away, observing the situation.

My god! Has she made a friend? No one is looking so he doesn’t bother stopping the excited little hop and fist pump. He’s taking this as a personal victory. Go Ning Yingying!!! Though he loves all his students, and he knows they all treat her well he was a little worried about the absolute sausage fest his group of disciples were.

Ah, but if he stays here he will look like a creepy old man. With a dignified step out, he hums politely a slight disapproving look upon his face as he gathers the attention of the present parties.

      it was said that the sunny south was a beautiful place. before he'd reached the riverbank of jiangnan, wen kexing, accompanied by his little maid gu xiang, had travelled a road surrounded by countless patches of lush green grass, which seemed to expand and beautify even more the closer they got to the region. both had been exalted to see with their own two eyes the flourishing scenery that everyone praised with nothing short of adulation, and the first thing they had noticed upon entering the city was that it was indeed worth all the deference.

      it was already spring time, so naturally, the streets were filled with sightseers and common folks living in the area. red lotus floated across the river, and several modest-looking boats, which were normally quietly moored atop of it, all had their fill of travellers coming and going. this was precisely where gu xiang and him had chosen to go their own path; the girl excitedly hopping around toward the myriads of shops at the corner of the street while he, himself, opted for an excursion in the handful of teahouses within reach.

      around noon, he'd encountered the girl again with a number of bags stuffed with walnuts and goods of different sorts, which immediately caught his attention as she munched on one. wen kexing could easily guess what she had been doing the entire morning with that alone. the only difference was that this time, she seemed to have found company in a little young lady who appeared to be about the same age as her.

      reflecting silently for a moment, he noted that the little brat was pretty quick to make friends, and he secretly rejoiced on her behalf, though his face showed none of the joy bubbling inside of his chest. in the middle of the girls' chattering, the clearing of a throat interrupted the commotion they created on their own, and he immediately turned around to have a glimpse on the person who approached their group. though they didn't look too happy, wen kexing's thoughts only seemed to make sense of one thing: gods above, a beauty.

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LET ME ASSIGN YOU A DARK LOVE LANGUAGE.

AN UNDOING INFLUENCE

can someone tell you what to do? you have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely.

if someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, lining the seams with their love and kisses, you'd probably find this dreary world a little more bearable.

— you want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

tagged by: @everqi and @priestlies ( see there's no need to cry now. 🙄 ) tagging: you if you want to and haven't done that yet. you can tag me too.

[lifeinpoetry]

I celebrate my naked, lonesome self. Less escape, more journey, desiring nothing but to fill my own appetite.

— Threa Almontaser, from “After Running Away from Another Marriage Proposal,” The Wild Fox of Yemen (via lifeinpoetry)

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈.          @priestlies sent:           “   i  notice  that  you  keep  looking  at  my  lips.  you're  criminally  unsubtle.   ”    (    from jing beiyuan.    )

a delicate fragrance of osmanthus flowers floated in the room. wen kexing suspected that it was the tea he had sent over at the estate a few days ago, along with chests of food, clothes of fine fabric and jewellery he had made sure to select with care in total concordance with beiyuan's good looks. osmanthus was wen kexing's favourite scent; it reminded him of his mother and the comfort of home, at a juncture where she used to do the gardening in the little enclosure behind their house amidst the mountains.

for the timespan of a second, he even wondered whether the prince had remembered a trifle he had mentioned in passing, or if gu xiang's ceaseless babbling had given him away as they talked. in the nostalgia perhaps, his gaze wandered on that elegant form in front of him, silent for a time, as he recalled the many instances where beiyuan had unknowingly tugged at his heartstrings with minor details such as this.

from an external point of view, wen kexing looked as though he was caught in a daze, or perhaps a little too lost in his thoughts for him to notice what was happening in his surroundings. even the movements of his hands bringing the porcelain cup to his lips looked mechanical and calculated, as if an additional gesture would crack his fingers open if he moved them too much. he didn't even notice how his eyes carelessly came to a stop on the soft plush of his lips, where they lingered a little longer than intended.

of course, his moment of carelessness had not escaped beiyuan's keen eyes and the pompous remark was precisely what brought wen kexing back to life as his eyebrow twitched for merely a second. if he were to be /honest/, he had to acknowledge that the man's beauty was indeed unmatchable; the saying 'born amidst splendid orchids and jade trees' had to be written for him. but once familiar with his character... only a fool would believe that he was that untouched, splendid flower born amidst the jade trees. much the opposite: he was filthy, conceited, and unpresentable.

his blood boiled so much within his veins that wen kexing thought he might melt on the spot. but he had faith in that self-restraint ; and particularly because seeing him snap was what he knew beiyuan to be waiting for, opting for the perfect opposite of such reaction was a privilege that not many could pride themselves on. so he gave a wry smile, albeit a bit cold, and placed the cup back onto the table. he already had a ready-made answer to counter such a ridiculous statement.

“don't flatter yourself.” he spoke, propping his chin in the palm of his hands to stare at his lips even more intently. “i was simply making sure that i had seen right. you've got leftover congee stuck in your teeth.”

[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

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even zhou zishu, who has now had years of practice pretending to not indulge wen kexing (and then continue to indulge him /anyway/), can’t resist his little pout. hands take chin and tilt it down, pressing lips together as he says against them, “Don’t look at me like that, it makes it seem like I kicked a puppy.”

wen kexing had long learned that fighting zhou zishu for what he wished for wouldn't get him anywhere. the more he craved, the more a-xu would take a perverse pleasure in making him wait. but the many /years/ by his side had taught him one thing : while a-xu's mouth was unkind, his heart was unbearably soft ; he could never hold out this stone cold expression for long when his puppy eyes were involved. as expected, when he felt his chin being grabbed for a kiss, wen kexing couldn't help but smile at the soft touch of their lips, and he even dipped his head for more, sighing against his mouth a little expectantly. “what do you mean, i'm only getting what i deserve. is that bad?”

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈.        @priestlies sent:         “   how  do  you  expect  me  to  cover  all  of  these  marks  you  left  on  me ?   ”    (    from zhou zishu.    )

sunlight seeped aslant through the snowy white curtains, radiating it's warmth all the way from the half open window to the large bed platform where they lied skin to skin, bodies laced together in a tendermost and intimate embrace. the faint morning wind slipped through the gap and came into contact with wen kexing's unclad arm , which was wound around zhou zishu's waist from atop the blanket. the chilliness made him jerk slightly, and despite the reluctance to rise, he still awakened. though with a bit of difficulties, his eyes opened and he stared at zhou zishu in silence as the corner of his lips twisted upward, letting his indisputable affection permeate through an enamored smile he couldn't quite subdue. how many years had it been since he'd felt so happy?

it almost felt like a dream. what were the twenty years of agonising exertion and cold-blooded schemes compared to this? wen kexing felt that the heavens had finally been a little merciful on him by bringing zhou zishu into his life, like a sort of compensation for the rough times of struggle he had never asked for.

when his eyes wandered just a little bit further on his body, wen kexing realised that it wasn't a dream indeed. the marks he had left in the throes of passion the night before were still there, adorning a beautiful sunkissed skin like a floral crown ; and he almost didn't notice that his stare had finally startled zhou zishu awake. if not for the grumpy ‘what are you looking at?!’ and the soft flush of rosy cheeks as he turned around to sit across the edge of the bed, he might've wandered deeper into his lascivious thinking.

‘how do you expect me to cover all of these marks you left on me?’ he had remarked.

at his turn, he sat onto the bed and shuffled closer to his lover's back, enveloping his arms all around his waist anew just as if they were at home. his chin even reclined on his shoulder, where he took the opportunity to look at their reflection in the mirror in front of them while kissing the outline of his jaw with consideration for his timidity. it wasn't the first time that they had slept together, but zhou zishu always felt that this post-sex atmosphere was awkward, so he took it upon himself to 'ease' him as much as he could, tracing every untouched part of his body with the ghosts of his kisses.

feeling that these love bites were clearly a trophy to wear close to his skin, wen kexing pursed his lips a little unsatisfactorily at the statement. then with a hoarse and cracky morning voice, he asked. “must you? are you afraid that the two outside might notice how happy you were with me last night?”

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𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝚈𝙺 𝚆𝙺𝚇 vs. 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚈 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚆𝙴𝙽. made via neka.cc.

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈.        @everqi sent:            “ i painted you . ” though he's fully capable of painting professionally, he's drawn a funny looking little man and labeled it wen kexing.

at first, wen kexing had only taken notice of the scrawly handwriting that assembled the characters of his name together in a vertical line on the paper. the strokes looked quite rough and patchy, like a boorish and unprofessional calligraphy work; and even the ink trickled over it as though it hadn't been given enough time to dry. despite not having skimmed over the painting for more than a second, wen kexing could already tell that this was yet another trick of the little scamp, which he'd deemed to be good enough to tramp over his endless patience. rather content with his own observation, he even entertained fang jin's silly little antics by stroking the underside of his jaw, as if lost in the beauty of the masterpiece.

then, taking the paper in his hands and raising it to a face level for it to be exposed to the rays of the sun, he wordlessly allowed it to dry under the warmth of the light. that funny guy on the paper looked as if he was spitting fire like a beast, and even had the cutest horns he had ever seen in his life. for a split second, wen kexing was reminded of the first time they had met; the boy had been so enraged that his horns had shown up on top of his head, making it difficult for him to conceal his true appearance.

wen kexing's face dimmed at the recollection, and he suddenly felt that this painting was rather incomplete. with the rush of the moment, he took the brush laid out atop the table, added a couple more strokes ; and when finally, he was satisfied, spun the painting around for fang jin to see. the hand of the ‘dragon’ was heaving a small ‘cat’ by the scruff of it's neck, and the blank space beside it had been branded as fang jin, as though he was scared that he wouldn't understand who the little cat was.

only then did wen kexing comment on the painting, which he held into his hands as if he had contributed to the greatest accomplishment of a lifetime. “now, that's better.”

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

add context to your needs .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

“   it  seems  that  you  get  impossibly  more  beautiful  every  single  day .   ” “   walk  with  me  in  the  garden  for  a  while .   ” “   do  you  recognize  any  constellations  tonight ?   ” “   i  notice  that  you  keep  looking  at  my  lips .   you’re  criminally  unsubtle .   ” “   i  think  the  kids  are  awake  …   ” “   you’re  hogging  the  blanket .   ” “   you  look  too  beautiful  right  now ,   it’s  too  dangerous  to  make  direct  eye  contact .   ” “   i  painted  you .   ” “   i  can  feel  you  staring  at  me .   ” “   will  you  wash  my  hair  ?   ” “   stop  worrying ,   you  look  perfect .   ” “   you  always  smell  so  sweet .   ” “   i  can’t  do  the  dishes  if  you  keep  on  hugging  me .   ” “   well ,   you’re  extra  clingy  today .   ” “   nothing  will  hurt  you  as  long  as  i’m  here .   ” “   tell  me  that  story  again .   ” “   i  just  want  to  hear  your  voice  until  i  fall  asleep  …   ” “   here ,   have  my  jacket .   ” “   anyplace  with  you  feels  like  home  to  me .   ” “   i  just  can’t  stop  thinking  about  you .   even  when  you’re  in  the  next  room .   ” “   honestly ,   you’re  hopeless  without  me .   ” “   i  smell  something  burni—   are  you  trying  to  make  breakfast ?   ” “   i  ran  you  a  bath .   get  in  it .   ” “   this  necklace  reminded  me  of  you .   i  thought  you  would  like  it .   ” “   is  it  hot  in  here ,   or  is  that  just  you ?   ” “   can  i  rest  my  head  in  your  lap ?   ” “   i  love  it  when  you  call  me  that .   ” “   there’s  no  greater  blessing  than  looking  at  my  child   &   seeing  your  eyes .   ” “   let’s  just  get  in  the  car   &   drive  somewhere .   anywhere .   ” “   i  missed  you  at  work  today .   ” “   shh ,   just  stay  still .   let  me  hug  you  for  another  few  minutes .   ” “   do  you  remember  this  song ?   ” “   i’ll  give  you  a  massage .   ” “   you  can  just  say  that  you  want  to  cuddle ,   you  know .   ” “   let  me  braid  your  hair .   ” “   i  just  can’t  believe  that  you’re  mine ,   now .   ” “   no ,   you’re  not  going  anywhere .   you  have  a  fever .   ” “   do  you  still  think  about  all  the  crazy  stuff  we  used  to  do  together ?   ” “   every  time  i  wake  up   &   you’re  there  next  to  me ,   i  wonder  if  i’m  still  dreaming .   ” “   i  never  really  cared  about  impressing  anyone  until  i  met  you .   ” “   did  you  just  light  a  candle ?   ” “   can  you  zip  this  up  for  me ?   ” “   how  do  you  expect  me  to  cover  all  of  these  marks  you  left  on  me ?   ” “   you’re  so  cute  when  you  smile  like  that .   ”