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“Hahahahahahahahahaha, no wonder you never told me. So you gave it a name like this all on your own. The reason behind it is just so obvious. Good for you, Lan Zhan!”
[ ello !!! miko back at trying to get this boi up after like 6 months! its a xie lian from tgcf ! a 800 y/o immortal with shit luck, but could still take it in stride ! please like/reblog if you’ll like to interact with him !!! pls, XL hasn’t had someone to talk to for so many years now… ]
[ hi!! i dont have a link to it now, but it’s part of the official promo picture set for s1 of the donghua! which you should find if you scroll A LOT ( bc its really long ago ) through the official weibo page ]
[ wait i just checked back just bc and oh my GOD WHATS GOIN ON WHERE ARE YALL COMING FROM. +400???? IVE BEEN INACTIVE ON HERE FOR 3 WHOLE MONTHS???? ]
[ ok but i came up to give an update tho most people who have rp-ed with me already knows but ive been busy with all kinds of stuff and i wont be able to be back until earliest april but i miss meme-ing lwj & also my xl blog.... *blows dust off it* i will come back ]
[ ill make a proper text promo later, but hello!! this is miko with a new muse! it’s xie lian from mxtx’s third novel, tgcf, a 800 year old immortal who has gone through constant ups and downs; being treated as the laughingstock of the three realms has enabled him to have a thick face. also, to say that his cooking sucks is an understatement of the century. and please like/reblog this post if you’ll like to interact with him. ]
[ yo i log in after 9999 years and suddenly there are so many followers omg hello!! sorry i dont have cookies ( theyre prohibited in the cloud recesses D: ) but there are many extremely bland dishes to go around !! ]
|| ✵ Aura here, back with a third muse from this series. If anyone is interested in rping with an independent and highly selective Xiao Xingchen of Mo Dao Zu Shi, then could you please like/reblog this post? ||
"Lan Zhan...... I'm pregnant, and guess whose child is it??" 😏😏
“…….”
“…….”
What Wei Wuxian said left him completely dumbfounded, and for the longest time, he simply stares at him. It takes an absurd amount of time before he could even move his lips to form words. And when he does, it is with extremely huge difficulty.
“Wei… Ying… You…” His voice seems to be quivering, and his gaze can’t seem to even remove itself from the other’s face, even though every cell in his body seems to be wanting him to look at his stomach area.
“Men… can’t… get…pregnant……”
But as he says so, his heart can’t stop thumping faster, because…… because… what if it’s true and Wei Ying is really pregnant…?!
(WenNingg) “Master Lan..” Wen Ning finally manages to approach the sect leader, though his hands seem to be fiddling with each-other due to his regular nervousness. On his head are a pair of bunny ears, made decently well from materials he had managed to gather during his walks in the forests. Without making too much eye contact, the general forces himself to speak loud enough for HanGuang-Jun to hear. “I... h-heard t-that... you l-liked rabbits... S-So I thought t-that I’d...” Did he look ok..?
— @wenningg
Lan Wangji does not approach people. It is not part of his personality, and he is perfectly contented as such. But even so, there is a part of him, that he finds out only years later since he first knew him, that.... doesn’t seem to quite like this boy. Wen Ning. Of the Wen Sect. A boy with soft features.
It’s an irrational disfavour, born through the ugly green horns. Lan Wangji knows this very well. As such, none of these.. unpleasant feelings are shown on his face or behaviour. He simply, treats Wen Ning as like any other person.
Still, he is a little startled as he hears Wen Ning call his name. Lan Wangji does not approach him. And Wen Ning does not approach either. At least, not that he know of.
He turns after a mini second of hesitation, but what greets him is an image that causes his eyes to widen just a little.
Rabbit... ears. That is not something that he expects the Ghost General to wear. In fact... does he even like rabbits? And for what reason is this...?
Wen Ning gives him the answer without his probing. And that only causes him to still further. Judging by what he says... it seems that Wen Ning is wearing it for him...? To appeal to him....?
Lan Wangji does not understand.
He is silent for a while, studying him for a long time before he speaks, slowly. “I do.” Two simple words, and it is a while again before he adds, “You made it very well.”
In fact, he wants to ask him about the steps he took to make this, and what materials did he use, the instruments he used to make this?
[ MODERN AU ; lwj goes to study abroad. and he gains an unexpected nickname ]
[ DISCLAIMER: im not american, and while ive been to the usa, i dont remember anything. so dont judge me for my ignorance if anything is wrong-- exaggerated for comedic value too of course ]
This... is rather difficult, Lan Wangji has to admit.
Gusu Lan School requires all its students to participate in at least one overseas exchange program. And taking into account his major as a law student as well as the power that the United States have, it is an unspoken confirmation that Lan Wangji would choose this country.
In China, Lan Wangji does not get the opportunity to use English often, unless there are overseas tourists. Unfortunately, due to his apparently “sour” face, most tourist shy away from asking him. In fact, if he happens to be out with Xichen, all of them would simply ask him for help, with perhaps only a single nervous glance shot in his direction. Lan Wangji can only stand there, without a chance to interject or add his opinion.
So, in order to increase his fluency in the most common lingua franca of this current age, he chose America.
As someone who has been brought up completely in China, in the strictest school in China, Lan Wangji is the picture perfect of the filial, hardworking Chinese boy. Stiff, upright, only speaking when it’s necessary to. So when he’s in this environment, where the norm is to smile, laugh and speak loudly, with laidback postures and personalities, it is not hard to imagine how extremely out of place he is.
He does not wrinkle his nose as the boy smokes blatantly in front of him, nor does he glance at the smoking is prohibited sign on the right of where this American is seated. He does not show any part of the discomfort on his face.
“Wait, what did you say your name is?”
They speak fast, much faster than what Lan Wangji is used to, but he could still catch the words easily. There is a reason for why he is the top of the School after all. “Lan Wangji,” he says, in a perfect Chinese intonation.
He catches his mistake after he answers. This is America, he should have gone with his first name first and foremost, before giving his surname. Wangji Lan. That should have been how he introduced himself.
But the deed is done, and the American knits his brows together in concentration, as if he is replaying what Wangji said.
“La... Lance Wang Z?”
“......”
His words are heavily American-accented, and Wangji’s eyes twitch a little at how... absurdly his name is butchered. He was ready for mispronunciations of course, but due to his previous mistake, it is far worse than he expected.
“Haha! What’s with that Z at the end, huh? Sounds pretty damn cool! You, planning on becoming a rapper? But hey, Lance, nice to meet ‘ya!” He stretches out a hand, and Wangji stares at it.
Slowly, he opens his mouth, clarifying, “I made a mistake. My name is Wangji Lan.”
The boy frowns. “Wang Z? Sounds like a mouthful, so nah, Lance it is.”
He takes his hand and shakes it and Wangji stares at it, dumbfounded.
“C’mon, don’t give that glum face! If you like your name so much, I’ll call you Wang instead, yeah?”
That is not the issue, but before Wangji could say that, a mischievous glint shows up in the other’s face, and somehow he has a feeling that he’s going to feel very tired in the end of the day. “I can call you that, but you know,” the other drops his voice. “Wang means dick here.”
“......”
For the next six months of exchange, he gains a total of four names. Lance. Lance Z. Wang. And... Dick.
Wangji does not know when exactly the last one caught on, but he cannot be bothered to find out either.
[ i dont understand why personals would bother reblogging rp posts like, jfc. ill understand if theyre the slightest interesting rp -- in terms of having heightened emotional content or w/e. like its still,,, against rp etiquette in which those personals may not understand, so thats fine i wont hold it against them, but also,,, they sometimes reblog the weirdest rp and im just ???? why,,, alright then ]
