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indie & low activity, blog for wei wuxian from mxtx's mo dao zu shi. Pulling from all sources of mdzs and headcanons. penned by J (25+), mature themes ahead.

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#pinned post #schemesandplots

busyw0man

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

#intothecave

lanctiflora

Lan Wangji feels the pull of the Fog Calamity, this vile dark demon that likes to sink people in tornadoes, sucking out their misery through a bone straw. These half-cooked apparitions have no consciousness of their own. It is what separates them from Descendants, in the very end. They exist to eat from destructive emotions and spread evil qi around the mountains, where, sometimes, Descendants do not look. Except for Lan Wangji, there is no descendant for miles, perhaps even the next city over. The heirs of great Myths do not have a territory they are assigned to call their own. Wherever they choose to settle, it is then their responsibility. Lan Wangji understands that he is obliged to help humans, even though he is a descendant of Fu Zhu himself. A flood can save a village at the expense of another. Such is the law of omens. Lan Wangji considers the appearance of the Black Wind Calamity to be far from a coincidence. The awakening of Fu Zhu is just the beginning of the unexpected events that crept closer and closer to Chongqing.

And this stranger is not listening to him!

Lan Wangji furrows his eyebrows as the silver guqin string slaps another beast across the face, leaving a nasty, void scar behind. Howls drown out the wind in a battle for dominating the heart of the gale's resentment. They are not quite in the eye of the storm yet as the black tornado assembles, swallowing them whole. Lan Wangji's coat rips at the edges as the gusts slash like whips made of metal. A thousand blades come for him, maws agape and teeth bared, and the man whom he chases down refuses to grab onto his hand.

A sword answers him, and Lan Wangji barely dodges the swing, parrying it with a silver vibration. "Stop it!" He warns, calling out through the wheezing hatred around them. A black dog peers from the fog and sinks its rotten teeth into the Descendant's leg. He gasps and grits his teeth, turning his body to send the Tsunami's melody coiling like a snake around the beast's neck. A horrid crack thunders through the tornado's scream, and the beast falls limp, its neck broken, before it dissipates back into its foggy pack. Lan Wangji's white pantleg boils with red as his blood soaks through, leaving behind a prominent scent of divine weakness. "Put your sword down!" He orders as his eyes light back gold, forcing his sight to break through the Calamity's fog and find the frenzied human on the other side. Now he stands face to face with the man he was supposed to be rescuing, his leg injured and throbbing with pain.

"I am not your enemy." His voice is clear despite the wheezing wind. He sees beasts circling them as the tornado erases any sight of the mountains around them. To outsiders, this looks like a disaster, but inside, the two men finally find each other in the center where the dog packs stand, growling at them. Despite their menacing stance, Lan Wangji stands with a pristine posture untainted even with the presence of his wound. His face shows no pain, and his golden eyes are stuck on the impudent fool who pronounced him an enemy.

"We need to get out of here. Do not breathe!" Lan Wangji makes a motion toward his face, covering it with his palm so signal the dangers as the dancing melody around him grows louder, slapping away beasts that creep up from behind him. "Come with me, now!" He shouts, gathering his energy. He cannot fight like this much longer while limiting his energy. Lan Wangji already regrets that another human saw him today and now another ran into the Fu Zhu apparition in the worst possible moment.

This was only getting worse.

i-lived-bitches

The only thing that makes it hard to push through the darkness whipping around them to properly fight is the way Wei Wuxian’s lungs feel clogged, like he’s already filled them with air and there’s no further room for any inhale he tries to take. Not even screaming at the sight of a black dog that bites at the distracted newcomer that he’d initially attacked gets rid of the feeling - he coughs after he screams, feeling more and more on edge with every howl of the wind and heavy footsteps he hears around them both. He doesn’t listen to the commands shouted at him, he can’t listen to them, and only grips his sword more tightly as he looks around wildly, trying to breathe while also looking for the dogs that have snuck up on them both.

It could still be a trick, this person could very well be the very thing commanding the void and the dogs Wei Wuxian hears, but he’s so frightened at the sound of them he’s ready to jump on this person’s back if it means even a semblance of safety. Breathing is all he can do right now, even if he does try to listen and cover his mouth with the back of the hand still gripping tightly to Suibian’s hilt. Through his panic, Wei Wuxian can recognize just how dangerous this all is and how close to death he may be. He can now see the packs of black dogs stepping through the void, getting closer as they surround them both, and he can only hope this person that somehow broke through the darkness can take him back out of it.

Without any further hesitation, Wei Wuxian throws himself forward to grab onto the first thing he can of the man in white. His fingers slip over fabric until they meet skin that feels cold compared to his own, and he grabs tightly enough to bruise as he hears more bellowing barks over the winds. He shuts his eyes tightly and tries to hold his breath with what little air he has in him, shaking at the exertion of doing so and the panic that consumes his entire being.

When he was little, still an orphan living on the streets and hiding away from people that might snatch up those who won’t be missed, he often had to run from hungry street dogs that would make a young boy their next meal if they could. They’d steal whatever he’d manage to get for himself, bite and scratch without remorse and they always seemed to know that they could get it from him. Wei Wuxian was so terrified of dogs when he was first brought to Lotus Pier that all the ones there had to be sent away, and while he’s better adjusted at this point in his life, that fear still lives deep within him. Any time he hears a bark he can’t help but flinch and run if he must.

The stranger would probably throw him off, but if Jiang Cheng were here, he’d jump on top of him the moment he could so that the dogs wouldn’t bite his ankles…

❝ Wait!❞ Wei Wuxian tries to cough out, but his own voice is drowned out to his own ears, so he pushes closer so that the stranger might be able to read his lips. Like this, he can see nothing but this person’s face, and it actually helps calm him just a little. ❝ My shidi! Did you find him? You have to get him out too…!❞

#vermillionfeathers #schemesandplots #lanctiflora #|| how dare all these void dogs show up he's so scared now ;-;

lutszu

They are very in love

#iwhateveryou #librarysketches

i-lived-bitches

The village was much smaller than Wei Wuxian had expected. There was a single road that stretched from entrance to exit, and alongside it was every building the people living there had. Sat at the base of a thick woods, it seemed like such a small spot that was easily missed unless one was searching for it. The trek to get there wasn’t easy, especially not with the added mist of rain that seemed to cloud around them the moment they stepped out of the south.

Wei Wuxian had felt the moment they crossed that border. An uncomfortable feeling sat in his chest - an urge that reminded him he did not belong here. Zhu Que were creatures of the south, there was no reason for him to be so far north! And yet Wei Wuxian pushed on, smiling to the few other disciples he and Jiang Cheng had traveled with as if nothing was off.

He could do without the misting, though. As much as he enjoyed the rain and water on his own time, this kind of weather was nothing but bothersome: it clouded their vision and chilled them to the bone. It was a relief to finally arrive at the village, but there was little reprieve to be found there at all. They could barely get a moment to rest inside a kindhearted woman’s home before they had to set off again, this time towards the woods. Something lurking within had begun picking off travelers and foragers from the village, to the point that worried parents forbade the children from going inside it at all. There was little information they could offer anyone that came by to help in the first place - and until the little group arrived, none had.

Sniffling, Wei Wuxian resisted trying to call for his fire to warm him up. He wasn’t so stupid as to use his power so carelessly, and the only people that knew just what he was at all were the Jiang’s. For tonight he’d have to suffer alongside the other disciples in the cold mist as they headed down the road that would take them deep inside the woods.

❝ Don’t wander far,❞ Jiang Cheng said to them all. He fixed a hard look at Wei Wuxian specifically. ❝ And don’t try anything stupid! We’ll meet back at the village no later than midnight.❞

❝ Just what do you think I’ll do, hm?❞ Wei Wuxian asked as he ran after his shidi. The rest of the disciples they came with wandered off in different directions after shouting quick goodbye’s.

❝ What I said!❞ Jiang Cheng snapped back. “Something stupid!❞

❝ So rude! Name just one time I’ve done anything stupid!❞

Goading Jiang Cheng into play fighting was easier than anything else Wei Wuxian had done in his life. He leisurely walked down the stone path they’d chosen as he listened and interjected to the rant he’d ignited, but quickly sobered up when he heard something in the distance. A sudden choke-hold feeling came over him - something dark, something that felt like it was reaching to smother the fire within him. Wei Wuxian grabbed his chest as if to stop it, coming to a stop along the path, and by the time he looked back up it was to see only a dark void. There was nothing around him but darkness, tempting him into changing forms just so that he could get some light.

The hand clutching his chest tightened its grip in his clothes, and Wei Wuxian clenched his jaw tightly as he suppressed that feeling. He wouldn’t do it.

Before he could think of a different plan, a voice cut through the darkness, coming from just ahead of him. He narrowed his eyes both in suspicion and to try to spot the source, but saw nothing. Cautiously, he took a step forward and called out, ❝ Here! I’m here!❞ His free hand reached to grip the hilt of his sword, prepared to draw it the moment anything came towards him.

lanctiflora

The black fog eats away at the trembling air, seeking lungs to fill the rim with bitterness, leaving an impoverished body behind. Lan Wangji holds his breath as he thrusts himself inside the darkness, spinning around like a broken compass in search of its loyal North. The frost in his eyes pierces through the horrid aftermath of the invasion, seeking humans trapped inside a creature's trap. He concludes that this is the Black Wind Calamity, tasting the tar-like residue on the back of his tongue as he finally takes a breath to determine whom he is dealing with. His eyes spark, drenched in pale blue that bleeds into the golden yolk as the Fu Zhu descendant advances toward the cries. Around them, shadows shaped like dogs with viper-like fangs lurk in the distance, seeking out their next prey. They are beings made of evil qi, always on the hunt for weak humanity to corrupt and rip apart bit by bit. There is a howl that pierces Lan Wangji's ears and he knows they have been found. The Calamity does not know that a Descendant entered its domain but its hunt is indiscriminate.

And for the readers, a Black Wind Calamity (眚黑) has been around for centuries. A vicious thing this one is, a human-devouring, spirit-crushing, dog-appealing yaoguai. A manifestation of one is a bad omen that usually ends in the deaths of multiple. A Black Wind Calamity, however, is not a Descendant of a Myth. Rather, it is an apparition of evil qi elements that found community in each other. They morph into a wicked likeness of people's fears and hunt down the distraught for food. While Black Wind cannot taste blood, it feeds off the feelings associated with spilling it. When a Calamity is fed, it twists into a black tornado and demolishes all in its path. A Descendant stands above the Qi Phantom. Heirs of Myths are superior, demi-god-like creatures, who have an ability to become the Myth they embody. Their power is concentrated and purer than those of Phantoms. And for that matter, Lan Wangji is not afraid of the Calamity. He is afraid of its capabilities afflicting the humans in question.

He splits the darkness with his hand, motioning for the fog to part before it closes behind him. Towering over the groaning shades, Lan Wangji finally approaches a figure that may have been separated from everyone else. The soles of his shoes strike against the rocky ground, and a ripple of silver cascades from him to lash against the shadows without drawing his weapons. He appears behind a man, staring at the back of his head where unkempt hair spills like a dark sea. "You," he calls out, keeping his distance as to not raise suspicion. In the darkness, Lan Wangji is a pearly oddity, dressed in white and blue. A head ribbon curls around his forehead, its silken ends whipping in the black wind. An apparition barks somewhat close and Wangji tears his gaze away from the stranger to catch a pouncing shadow. He takes a step forward and curls his fingers into a tight fist as he pulls the air around him.

A melody appears out of nowhere, a soft tune of plucked strings that whips at the beast and sends it back into the darkness it came from, wheezing like it was struck bloody. Wangji relaxes his fist and unveils a silver light in his grip. The air trembles about him, and every so often, a glimpse of a web shudders into view. Loose guqin strings are a Fu Zhu Descendant's cultivation, a melody of woe. This music is created from the roar of floods, and the scream of tsunamis. It is Fu Zhu's song: A Cry of Drowning. It works as a cleansing spell against the Calamity at hand, but as fate has it, Lan Wangji cannot use his full power with humans nearby. Fighting Black Wind head-on is a devastating task and with victims in clear sight, the Descendant has no other choice but to flee.

Another beast retaliates against the spiritual weapon, and Lan Wangji advances to the man until they are mere feet apart. "Come with me," he extends his hand. "This is non-negotiable. You are coming with me now." He snaps, grimacing as the fog fills his lungs, seeking a heart to burst.

i-lived-bitches

When he breathes, it feels like he’s inhaled something vicious, something that fights to reach the flames within his body. Wei Wuxian coughs as quietly as he can into his own hand, and keeps moving towards where he heard that voice call out from. He doesn't dare try calling out again, and he no longer hears anything trying to prompt him to do so. There's no sound except for the rushing of wind, and in the distance he could swear he heard the barking of dogs, but every time he looks around in panic he finds nothing but more darkness.

Clearly, he’d fallen into something’s trap. Wei Wuxian huffs once in frustration and regrets it, coughing again. “Urg,” he lets out, too focused on the terrible feeling that inhaling the void around him gave to even be aware of a presence near him.

The voice that calls to him makes him stiffen, and he draws his sword on instinct, swinging back to meet whoever was behind him. What he sees isn’t what he expected, but too many times in the past have nefarious creatures taken forms that would make even the most skilled of cultivators hesitate to raise their blade. This time, Wei Wuxian does not pause, continuing to swing Suibian through the air in an arc he knows will connect with the figure clad in white that managed to sneak up on him.

Just before it could connect, the blow is parried. Wei Wuxian takes a fighting stance, even as his insides burn with the need to purge whatever he’s breathed in out. “If you want to take me so bad, then make me,” he challenges, smirking in jest as he rushes forward to attack again.

#lanctiflora #vermillionfeathers #schemesandplots #|| he swings first asks questions later apparently oope

Work kicked my ass this week ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა will finally have time to do replies tomorrow ~

#apples (ooc)

benevolenterrancy

play stupid games, win stupid prizes

#iwhateveryou #librarysketches

i-lived-bitches

@lanctiflora continued from here

For a creature of fire, Wei Wuxian quite enjoyed the feeling of warm lake water on his skin.

Bathing in it brought a strange sense of peace, calming any burning inferno within him. He had to assume it was due to the opposing elements that he found any joy in it - either that, or he had truly been driven mad as some people joked he did. But he couldn’t help it! He loved the water, eagerly awaiting every rainstorm to fly off into and seeking every river to take a quick dip in. It was a balm to his body and feathers, and he’d continue whether it hurt him or not.

Not that he knew if it did hurt him, but then again, it wasn’t like there was anyone around to tell him these things. Wei Wuxian had been orphaned long ago and lucky enough to be found and taken in by an old friend of his father’s. He picked up that his nature as a Vermilion Bird had to be from his mother’s side at least, but neither her or any others like her were here to tell or show him the ways of their kind. Hell, Wei Wuxian had to learn how to fly on his own - an embarrassing ordeal that resulted in more broken bones than he’d ever care to admit - so how was he to know if swimming was bad for him?

Slowly, he blew bubbles on the surface of the lake water from where he was floating. Nothing bad had happened yet - that was good enough reason for him to keep doing as he wished.

❝ Hey,❞ called a voice. Wei Wuxian sat up, looking to face the beautiful scowl of his shidi. He grinned in greeting, but Jiang Cheng only rolled his eyes. ❝ What are you doing?❞

❝ Relaxing,❞ Wei Wuxian replied, laying back in the water. ❝ It’s such a hot day! And we have time before we’re leaving, so why are you upset?❞

Jiang Cheng made his ‘I’m not upset’ face and sat down on the edge of the pier, daring to dip his feet in the water. Wei Wuxian swam closer, but was kind enough not to drag the other into the water as well. ❝ Nothing. We’ll have to get moving soon.❞

Wei Wuxian studied the look on his face, already sure of what he was seeing there. Another argument dished out right in front of him, likely about him - them. As much as he tried or wished to stop it, there was nothing he could truly do to put an end to the fights that Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu got into. He stood up out of the water, quickly drying himself off with a quick burst of flame as he sat next to Jiang Cheng on the pier, and slung his arm around his shidi.

❝ Aiyah, so serious. It’s only a simple hunt, there’s no need to be nervous.❞

❝ I’m not nervous!❞ Jiang Cheng shouted, glaring at him. Wei Wuxian laughed bodily, throwing his head back in amusement and successfully starting a scuffle that only ended with the two of them back in the water.

It was only a simple hunt. They’d be traveling far further north than they ever had before, enough for Wei Wuxian to feel strangely out of place and on edge once they finally arrived at the small village, but what they were dealing with was nothing out of the ordinary. Even in the modern world, there were countless ghosts and creatures needing to be dealt with to ensure the safety of everyday people. Wei Wuxian boldly led the way through the streets with a forced bravado, trying to ignore the strange feeling itching the back of his neck. If there were any eyes on him, it had to be from the village people looking at the newcomers and nothing more.

This hunt was simply one of the same.

lanctiflora

After the next bus carries Lan Wangji back into the embrace of his seclusion, the young Fu Zhu decides to revisit some of his writings from years ago. He gets off at the bus station that faces a long rising hike to where Lan Wangji's shrine rests. The bus driver gives him an odd farewell, warning him of the dark woods where the rain dwells the most. Lan Wangji holds the driver's gaze and turns to exit the vehicle, listening to the parting squeak of the door. As the bus drives off, Lan Wangji stands at the base of the stone roadway, staring at the edge of his dirtied shoes. The only thing he manages to recognize is the fact that the driver addressed him directly. It means that truly, the child back in the city did not just use his imagination. Fu Zhu has been revealed. Something cold sinks into the pit of Wangji's stomach and for the first time he breaks one of his ancient rules as he rushes up the trail, running passed the bushes and swaying willow trees.

The ascending road leads him through the unlit woods where no man's land hides history beneath the Three Stone Bridges. The shrine home Lan Wangji built for himself is located in a clearing: a hill that catches sunrise first and bids a sunset farewell last. To get to the shrine, Wangji has quite the journey ahead through the serpentine forest of willows the loom akin eyelashes of a mythological viper. Just to the West of his shrine, a tiny village stretched out along the main road, mostly assisting tourists who prefer to spend the night in the mountains. Fortunately, none of them are familiar with the Fu Zhu hidden in the greenery. The two are divided by thick woods with prickling roots and unexplored fauna. Lan Wangji knows this area like the back of his hand, often hiding from enthusiastic youth who read too many rumors of Fu Zhu's whereabouts and diligently pursued ghostbusting with stinky incense that gave Lan Wangji a terrible headache. He disliked delinquent children and sometimes chilled the air around him enough to scare them to run home to warm up. Recently, he had to call upon a blessing of the rain to avert curiosity from a passing group of hikers. Perhaps it was then when Lan Zhan made the mistake of using his power, thus weakening the invisible aura shielding him away from a calling disaster.

Though tonight the woods seemed darker than before. A slow echo of groans haunts Lan Wangji's ears as he searches for familiar markers beckoning him home. His golden eyes dart from one wide trunk to another, turning his body to change directions while the ground crawls with rippling vibrations. Something awakens in the woods, not too far from the Fu Zhu shrine but uncomfortably closer to the village at the bottom of the forest's edge. Lan Wangji feels a scratching touch on the back of his head, another premonition that picks the worst time to materialize. Closing his eyes, Wangji focuses on the static sizzling in his head. The forest's breath hitches as the descendant connects to its heart. He feels two sets of marching footsteps, one measure, the other wider, leisurely. Then further, he feels the way a pot boils on a stove of a mother who walks slowly, carrying a plate. Again, prodding the reach, Lan Wangji suddenly feels his premonition stumble and hit a wall. A very dark wall. Upon touching its invisible service, Wangji feels a shudder roll over his body; a shudder so cold it paralyzes him. Interrupting the vision, Lan Wangji gasps and snaps his head to the East from where the wave came from. Something dark brews in the woods and now he is aware humans are walking on the road directly toward the unknown.

With a huff, Lan Wangji abandons his original plan and rushes downward, skidding across the damp grass. Behind him, a ghostly silver fog trails, manifesting the descendant energy seeping from Lan Wangji's disturbed soul. Now that he has been revealed, Lan Wangji has no reason to maintain perfect composure. And so he speeds up by allowing his power to take over briefly, antlers sprouting from his head like flowers. His speed is suddenly doubled and Lan Wangji flies through the woods, dodging thicker branches and dipping under willows that lash against his torso. He hurries to get to the pair before it's too late. All the while, the tall dark wall creeps closer, rising above the forest. Just as he reaches the edge, a glint of silver makes him invisible for a moment as he hits the stone road with advancing silhouettes. The trick lets Wangji quickly assume his human face and carry his authoritative announcement to two men walking ahead.

"Stop!" He warns as he steps out of the silver dog. "Turn back now!" But before he can declare his emergency, the air suddenly thickens and the moon is swallowed. The road drowns in a black shadow denser than the ocean itself, and Lan Wangji grits his teeth, furrowing his eyebrows as he turns around, staring at the void.

"Are you there?" He calls out, squinting as if to pierce through the dark.

i-lived-bitches

The village was much smaller than Wei Wuxian had expected. There was a single road that stretched from entrance to exit, and alongside it was every building the people living there had. Sat at the base of a thick woods, it seemed like such a small spot that was easily missed unless one was searching for it. The trek to get there wasn’t easy, especially not with the added mist of rain that seemed to cloud around them the moment they stepped out of the south.

Wei Wuxian had felt the moment they crossed that border. An uncomfortable feeling sat in his chest - an urge that reminded him he did not belong here. Zhu Que were creatures of the south, there was no reason for him to be so far north! And yet Wei Wuxian pushed on, smiling to the few other disciples he and Jiang Cheng had traveled with as if nothing was off.

He could do without the misting, though. As much as he enjoyed the rain and water on his own time, this kind of weather was nothing but bothersome: it clouded their vision and chilled them to the bone. It was a relief to finally arrive at the village, but there was little reprieve to be found there at all. They could barely get a moment to rest inside a kindhearted woman’s home before they had to set off again, this time towards the woods. Something lurking within had begun picking off travelers and foragers from the village, to the point that worried parents forbade the children from going inside it at all. There was little information they could offer anyone that came by to help in the first place - and until the little group arrived, none had.

Sniffling, Wei Wuxian resisted trying to call for his fire to warm him up. He wasn’t so stupid as to use his power so carelessly, and the only people that knew just what he was at all were the Jiang’s. For tonight he’d have to suffer alongside the other disciples in the cold mist as they headed down the road that would take them deep inside the woods.

❝ Don’t wander far,❞ Jiang Cheng said to them all. He fixed a hard look at Wei Wuxian specifically. ❝ And don’t try anything stupid! We’ll meet back at the village no later than midnight.❞

❝ Just what do you think I’ll do, hm?❞ Wei Wuxian asked as he ran after his shidi. The rest of the disciples they came with wandered off in different directions after shouting quick goodbye’s.

❝ What I said!❞ Jiang Cheng snapped back. “Something stupid!❞

❝ So rude! Name just one time I’ve done anything stupid!❞

Goading Jiang Cheng into play fighting was easier than anything else Wei Wuxian had done in his life. He leisurely walked down the stone path they’d chosen as he listened and interjected to the rant he’d ignited, but quickly sobered up when he heard something in the distance. A sudden choke-hold feeling came over him - something dark, something that felt like it was reaching to smother the fire within him. Wei Wuxian grabbed his chest as if to stop it, coming to a stop along the path, and by the time he looked back up it was to see only a dark void. There was nothing around him but darkness, tempting him into changing forms just so that he could get some light.

The hand clutching his chest tightened its grip in his clothes, and Wei Wuxian clenched his jaw tightly as he suppressed that feeling. He wouldn’t do it.

Before he could think of a different plan, a voice cut through the darkness, coming from just ahead of him. He narrowed his eyes both in suspicion and to try to spot the source, but saw nothing. Cautiously, he took a step forward and called out, ❝ Here! I’m here!❞ His free hand reached to grip the hilt of his sword, prepared to draw it the moment anything came towards him.

#lanctiflora #vermillionfeathers #schemesandplots #|| MMM i am so interested to see where this is gonna go hehe

something on my face?

Wei Ying blinks, coming out of the stupor he hadn't realized he'd fallen into. At some point he'd started daydreaming while staring at Lan Wangji's face, too lost in his own thoughts to realize where his eyes had landed. Not that Lan Wangji was bad to look at in the slightest! But coming back to reality to find a cold face looking at him in suspicion was enough to make Wei Ying jump in his seat.

❝ Ah?❞ he asks, quickly looking away. A small part of him was embarrassed, but that part of him was easily pushed aside in favor of teasing as an idea came to him. With a wide grin, he looks back and sits up so that he can lean across the table set between them. ❝ There is! Here, let me get it for you, er-gege...❞

He reaches out, like he's about to wipe away a stray drop of ink or some fur leftover from petting some rabbits.

#iwhateveryou #schemesandplots #emperorssmile #|| hes just a silly guy your honor

mcflymemes

PROMPTS FOR THE ROMANCE OF BANTER, PLAYFUL SARCASM, AND USING JOKES TO HIDE HOW YOU REALLY FEEL ABOUT THEM * assorted dialogue, some of which have some implied sarcasm built in (so just feel free to specify with "/s" at the end of each line), adjust as necessary

admit it. you're in love with me.

if only i had someone to go out with...

a date would be really nice right about now.

i might reconsider if you bring me flowers.

were you being serious back there?

did you just try to impress me?

was that another joke, or were you telling the truth?

we agreed that if no one asked us, we'd go together.

keep telling yourself that!

here it comes! the big love confession i've been waiting for!

you've been in love with me since the day we met.

you visited me in my dreams last night.

i know you're in love with me. you just won't say it outloud.

we can't hide this forever.

don't make me beg.

if you weren't so cute, you'd be annoying.

you're not very good at hiding how you feel.

you've been staring at me for a long time now.

is that what you really think of me?

you have feelings for me. admit it.

so what if i've been lying this whole time? for good reason!

you don't make this whole love thing any easier.

you make life difficult.

you're a piece of work.

is that how you really feel?

you're lucky you're so cute.

you're not really going out with them, are you?

i thought we... nevermind.

consider me impressed.

am i annoying you right now?

you didn't like that comment, huh.

i was only kidding!

you wish we were kissing right now.

oh, you'd just love to hear me beg.

i love our little back and forth.

sooner or later we'll have to come clean about how we feel.

i'm not good at hiding my emotions.

when were you going to tell me you were in love with me?

i actually hate your guts.

keep talking like that and you'll see how i really feel.

can your head get any bigger?

was that a joke?

were you just playing with me?

you didn't actually mean that, right?

hang on. you didn't just say that.

that was a joke, right?

this is just how we are when we're together.

i tease you, you tease me.

you and i have always been like this.

if i'm not annoying you, what's the point?

i'm allergic to tickling.

they said we'd make a cute couple. can you believe that?

are you always this annoying?

if i kiss you, will you turn into a prince? yes, i'm implying you're a frog.

you're lucky i love you so much.

you take that back!

that was uncalled for!

this means war!

this calls for a duel!

i'm challenging you to an arm wrestle.

last one there is a rotten egg!

i'm not racing you!

stop looking at me like that.

you stare at me a lot.

i know, i know. i'm irresistable.

something on my face?

a little bird told me you're in love with me.

prove me wrong.

#schemesandplots

camiix27

a token of my love. for U 🤲🐇

#iwhateveryou #librarysketches

put your repeat playlist on shuffle, list the first 10 songs then tag 10 people to do the same !

Attention by Kevian Kraemer

God Games (Epic the Musical) by Jorge Rivera-Herrans/Cast of Epic

Thunder Bringer (Epic the Musical) by Jorge Rivera-Herrans/Cast of Epic

Move It or Lose It by The Home Team

Legendary (Epic the Musical) by Jorge Rivera-Herrans/Cast of Epic

WHAT DID I DO??? by The New Violence

Endeavor by Arrows in Action

Dead To Me by VOILA

Don't Look Down by Lost Stars

CRYBABY by Alex Coles

(Can you guess what I've been listening to on repeat since the final saga was released)

tagged by: @lanctiflora tagging: @peonyleader @incendiarycorvids @fans-and-tears @h3artf3ltint3nt and anyone else that's interested!

#schemesandplots #how dare the shuffle not give me any marianas trench i listen to them on repeat all the time

crisisaegyl

🙃 There are some things Wei Wuxian would never say to his past self. That doesn't change the fact that they are things he needs to hear.

#librarysketches #wi fi