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[irresistiibles]

"We've tried." Jon said, not sure how much he could even explain here without starting to sound crazy again. After everything back home they were trying to be a little more conscious of not freaking out all of his coworkers. "But there have been technological issues when we've attempted it with some of the tapes, and transferring the entire old archive to a new system is always going to be a difficult endeavor that requires time and people we don't have." Even if it was possible for their content they'd need more people, and hopefully throwing in the more reasonable sounding excuse would balance out the part that didn't really make sense. "I think we can play it by ear." Jon said, shutting down an attempt to come up with an exact amount of blood. "We don't need to visualize blood in a measuring cup. I am confident we're both reasonable enough to know when the amount of blood stains would justify calling the police." Zhao Yunlan may not have been exactly the same as Jon personality wise but he had to do anything so far to make the archivist decide he was just an idiot. He stood to the side, watching zhao Yunlan get the door open. "Hopefully it would have been mentioned already, if we were going to walk into some terrible sight. Do you know if housekeeping has gone through and cleaned things up? Or have they been trying to leave it undisturbed?" It would be harder to look through a room that had already been swept through and polished up, and leave them with little choice beyond Jon attempting to socialize with people in neighboring rooms, unless Zhao Yunlan found something they couldn't.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

Between the words 'technological issues' and 'archive' and 'new system,' Zhao Yunlan's already halfway tuned out. "Sure, yeah, sounds like a tough problem," he replies, clearly not caring, before he shrugs. "Maybe we give up on the whole archive thing, and only worry about new issues moving forward. Then no one'd have to worry about the tape situation at all." As long as no one gets the bright idea of trying to use a tape recorder now. He does agree with Jon about the concept of a general logical consensus when it comes to 'concerning amounts of blood,' though for the sake of talking, he continues spouting arguments even once the door unlocks with a click and they head inside. "You say that now, but there's always a lot of gray area when it comes to blood quantities. But to answer your question, the hosuekeeping didn't come by." He flips the light switch on, and there's no immediate signs of anything suspicious, though its a large suite and there's a lot to cover before making a definitive statement either way. "What about the threshold for bailing due to other weird stuff? I looked through some of the files in the boxes back at the office." There's a slightly unintentional accusatory tone to his voice. Maybe he shouldn't have been poking around reading things that were none of his business, but the damage has already been done. And the worst ones are quite unfortunately difficult to scrub from his memory, which leads him to declare: "My professional opinion-- if we see any raw meat, we call the whole thing off... But that seems like it'd likely be separate from a ghost-related thing." So with all luck, they won't have to worry about it.

[pyxchta]

i lost the battle with coloring here

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@masqce said : ✉ : My muse and others. (If they are social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). ( for qi yan )

qi yan finds it easy enough to be outgoing; she's comfortable around other people and comfortable expressing herself. but her motivation for being outgoing or social is not because she necessarily enjoys it, but it's because she sees the value in it. communication is one of the most important skills a person can have, and if you can project yourself to be capable and composed, then that goes a long way. keeping to yourself doesn't have any benefits, not when reaching out and making connections is so vital.

at the same time, she's comfortable by herself, too; she doesn't rely on others' opinions of her or others' validation in order to feel accomplished. so she's social in social situations, but if she were home alone for the afternoon, she wouldn't necessarily specifically seek out company just for the sake of having others around her. she'll take herself out for dinner and go out and do other things by herself if there's no one she needs to foster a better relationship with, because she is satisfied with her own company.

but when it comes to interacting with other people, she's very keen on emphasizing her own eye contact and posture. you won't catch her on her phone, or multitasking, unless she purposefully wants to seem casual. but nine times out of ten when she has a conversation, that act of conversing is what she's most focused on. she thinks through what she's going to say, of course, but a lot of her mental energy in the background is also dedicated to reading the other person's body language and making mental notes about how they react. that's why she far prefers in-person communication to anything in written format or through technology, because in those latter cases it's harder to interpret the impact of the conversation without seeing the results firsthand. one sign of qi yan being genuinely close to someone is when she starts texting more casually, because that would hint that she's not overthinking their interactions.

she's good at carrying on conversations, though. she'll naturally lean into new topics and ways of expanding whatever is being talked about, and it wouldn't feel like she's interviewing the other person even if she's doing most of the talking. not that she's always the most active participant; qi yan is a good listener, too, and knows how to respond so that the other person fully believes they're being heard.

and although she's a solid listener, she does like to have control over what's discussed, and tries to direct the conversation as subtly as she can most of the time. if a topic feels like it's moving beyond her, or into a subject that isn't relevant to what she wants to know or that she isn't interested in (or in some cases-- a subject that she wants to avoid talking about), she'll smoothly redirect.

when qi yan speaks, it's always with a calm sort of confidence. the cadence of her voice is low in pitch and her volume is a little on the quieter side-- but not in a way that projects anything close to being shy or meek, and she enunciates well enough that she doesn't have a difficult time making herself understood.

and most importantly, she can be surprisingly and even effortlessly funny, especially when she relaxes a little bit. but especially at her job, and when she's first getting to know people, she's inclined to be more serious.

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@lcngliive sent : ☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) ( kaul hilo )

he usually goes to bed around eleven or midnight but may stay up later on occasion-- depending on what's happening he could be up until two or three, usually if he has company over, if there's some kind of clan business to take care of, or if he's having a late-night conversation which he would never want to cut short just to sleep.

so yes, on a general night he'd go to bed around eleven, though that doesn't mean he falls asleep right at eleven. if there's something on his mind it could be up to two hours before he actually falls asleep. he'll lay in bed, with his eyes open or closed, and simply think, his mind going a hundred miles an hour. sometimes if he's especially exhausted, this annoys him to no end, and he'll toss and turn and get frustrated that he can't fall asleep. if he gets up and smokes a cigarette, sometimes that helps settle him down when he gets back in bed. and if he goes to bed physically exhausted after working out or exerting himself then usually he can fall asleep faster, too.

and then he'd generally sleep until around eight in the morning. if it's a special occasion or he had an especially hard time getting to sleep, he might sleep in a little later (nine, ten, eleven in the morning...), but by eight the sun's usually streaming through the windows and his internal clock is telling him it's time to wake up.

other sleep facts: he doesn't like being too warm when he sleeps, and he usually wakes up in a tangle of sheets that he's half-kicked off. he prefers a flat pillow to anything fluffy, though he doesn't mind a softer mattress topper. especially in the summer, he does sleep better when the ceiling fan is turned on. and he is specific about what side of the bed he gets up from-- he'll only roll off to the one side, and he wouldn't call it superstition exactly but he will refuse to get out from the other side of the bed or the end.

[irresistiibles]

@mvsicinthedvrk asked: to clara, from sha hualing: ❛  why does everything always have to be so complicated?  ❜

"people like to have a lot of different rules for things. it's probably a control thing." clara answered, as if she wasn't a top example of control issues. "i personally think if a place is abandoned that means no one is using it and you should be able to walk right in, but clearly not everyone agrees." did it make her a bad teacher, encouraging this sort of mindset? clara worried about it for a moment before deciding that as long as the person was grown it really wasn't her job to be concerned. "but as long as i know the security schedule around here it shouldn't be that hard to get in. i think once whoever's driving that leaves i should be fine." she said, pointing over to a police car across the block. there wasn't anyone in it at the moment, but clara had to assume the officer was nearby. she sighed. "which means standing around waiting but not looking too suspicious. so yes, it's a whole thing." and again, for a place no one seemed to care about in the first place. it did not have to be this difficult for her to get a little adventure.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

‘Control thing’ sounds about right; after all, people love posting signs, and warnings, and issuing notices, but no one rarely follows up on them, and if you break them— it’s not as though she’s actually harming anything or anybody on purpose. Because if she wanted to make a mess of things on purpose, there’d be a far easier way to do that rather than worry about simply not following posted signage. Rules don’t even come into it. Sha Hualing likes the other’s stated mindset; if nobody is there in the first place, no one could possibly take issue with it. “You paid attention to the security schedule!” she notes, enraptured by the bonus information and glancing over at the vacated police car. So a police officer could be milling around… it doesn’t really seem worth the wait, if it’s just the one to worry about. “How about if I get caught— by whomever— I can say I was looking for you and got lost. The same goes for you, if you want.” It’s a relatively generous suggestion, she thinks, offering to be the other’s excuse. “Obviously, when you’re really worried about finding someone and it’s important to track them down quickly, there’s no time to read signs properly.”

[irresistiibles]

"You did invite me today, so I won't complain." Qingxuan agreed easily enough, chuckling alone with him. She may have been willing to hang out with people every single day without tiring, but they'd had enough time to know that wasn't the same for everyone else. Qingxuan nodded along, listening to Xie Lian's explanation. "And you've let me know? You know I'm not really good at keeping a secret. Luckily I don't think a lot of people I know would be interested in this sort of thing." At least not the casual friends Qingxuan made while out late or finding little parties. Some of his closer friends may have come, but that was probably okay as long as Qingxuan didn't suddenly bring a massive crowd to the garden and ruined the quiet, peaceful appeal. Hua Cheng's potential reactions sounded a little overboard, but not enough to worry Qingxuan by any degree. "Well that sounds nice but then you'd have to figure out running the coffee shop as well wouldn't you? Or would you just force people to find a new cafe to go to?" Qingxuan asked, joking around with the hypothetical. Qingxuan hummed. "You may also be able to find some shade if you're willing to sit on the ground, close to some of the bushes. I don't mind the dirt, but I guess it wouldn't be great if they have any thorns." He commented, taking a careful step closer to inspect the nearby plants.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

Any concern about Qingxuan being able to keep this place to herself hadn’t even crossed Xie Lian’s mind until they bring it up with the incredulous question, which makes him laugh. “It’s not so much a secret as a happy coincidence that it’s so vacant most of the time.” Allowing a few other people to know about it won’t ruin the peaceful atmosphere of it all; and it would almost be a shame to keep it from everyone on purpose, so he doesn’t mind the thought of the other spreading the word— a bit. “I don’t think I’d mind running a coffee shop, but I think I would miss the flower shop.” it would be silly to try and split his time between the two places, especially when making money is the least of his concerns; and since he already has such good workplace companions in one place, he doesn’t need to seek out another location to start over with. Although he likes the scent of coffee, and the sound of the whirring machines, so it wouldn’t be a bad alternative place of employment, even if it’s not entirely within his realm of expertise. “With grinding and roasting the beans, it’s nearly like cooking, so I don’t know how many people would trust me with it,” he muses, further considering the hypothetical scenario. He scoots closer to the plants as well, leaning over to peer more closely at the bush to look for thorns, though it seems like most of them are clear. An umbrella could bring some shade too, he supposes; or even better a table with an umbrella. When the warmer, brighter months of summer finally come around, maybe someone in the shop inside will have a plan for that in place already. And speaking of— he turns towards other, tilting his head with a gentle inquisitiveness: “Do you have any plans you're looking forward to this summer, Qingxuan?"

[irresistiibles]

@mvsicinthedvrk asked: to francis, from robin: ❛  are you sure you can do this on your own?  ❜

"i mean, it's just the eye doctor. that's not entirely like a real doctor, right?" the way he wrung his hands together and looked to robin to actually answer the ridiculous question spoke to his nerves. it wasn't like he was having any real vision issues, just had to make sure he still didn't need any real glasses and the clear glass ones he wore sometimes for the look were enough, but what if he went and they discovered something was horribly wrong? what if there was some sort of infection, or he was actually slowly going blind and hadn't realized and wouldn't have any vision in the next ten years? "if you have an hour or two free maybe you should come, just in case they put something in my eye and i can't drive home. i'll buy us lunch after."

[mvsicinthedvrk]

“I don’t know that they’d take well to being classified as ‘not real doctors,’” he tells Francis, because he’s certain that’s true; and while he thinks the other probably won’t go on about that in the presence of said doctors, he can never quite be sure what the other might say when he gets nervous. Still, in the interest of being a good and helpful friend, he calmly reminds him: “But remember they’re simply an optometrist.” The emphasis on the suffix should hopefully make his point clear. After all there are plenty of non-medical ists— like a botanist who studies botany, or a physicist who practices physics. Francis could think of his optometrist as a scientific observer more than anything, and not medical at all in the traditional sense. If Francis hasn’t noticed any detriment to his vision lately, there likely won’t be any issues that arise at his appointment; but mentioning that, he fears, will only cause the other to suddenly convince himself he’s had spotty vision, or whatever other problems he might dream up, so Robin believes it’s best not to open that can of worms. “...I don’t mind driving you as long as you have a car to take there, but I'm obligated to disclose that I am not road legal, considering I don’t have my proper paperwork.” He’s driven a few times, and knows the general rules of the road, but going through the paperwork to get a drivers’ license here did not seem as though it was a productive use of his time, given his lack of car ownership and the fact that there’s plenty of means of transportation otherwise. He’s sure he could get them there and back safely, but that seems like something he should be up front about rather than wait until they’re pulled over in a traffic incident beyond Robin’s control.  

[tragcdysewn]

"no. and i still can't, actually." she had genuinely wondered if there was anything she could have said, had she only thought of it at the time. but she hadn't been able to come up with anything that other people didn't already know about her, especially nothing she'd been consciously working to keep that way. "thank you. because really, i was supposed to believe that that baby cursed me to die? now i know that's totally normal, but i definitely didn't then." at least her brother was admitting that maybe she wasn't a total idiot for what had happened. "yep, all good. all my memories back, and i'll try really hard to keep them in my head this time."

[mvsicinthedvrk]

He’s not satisfied putting this topic to rest until he can get to the bottom of this insane declaration that she simply has no secrets worth keeping. “No dream, no fear, no desire you’ve ever had, that you kept to yourself rather than sharing?” After a moment, he adds, in case mulling over the previous question is pointless: “It doesn’t even have to be that you’ve purposely kept it from anyone, it only has to be that someone else doesn’t know it.” Saying she’ll ‘try really hard’ to stop from losing her memories again does not particularly persuade him that such a thing is possible, considering her track record, and the fact that yet again— much like this most recent time— it may not be within her power to decide whether or not those memories stay ‘in her head.’ But there are only so many possibilities he can be apprehensive about at once, so for now, he’ll have to release the tendrils of fixation from this particular concern.

[masqce]

              Chiye’s statement is a simple one, and offers him nothing he wasn’t already aware of. No matter how deep his voice, or how meaningful any unspoken message might be, there is no reason for the words to be nearly as compelling as they are. 

I wanted you here.   

But is it really that simple a statement? Before Zechuan’s mind gets the chance to drift into dangerous territory, Chiye graciously decides to follow up with a comment that’s far less ambiguous. Most employees don't care to stay past six, and there’s absolutely no reason why anyone working overtime should be locked out at the strike of ten. In fact, it is necessary, sometimes (even if that had not been the case today).

And yet, somehow, even without any clear benefit to locking up early, Zechuan doesn’t doubt that Chiye would follow up on his words— just to prove that he can. With a smile, he promises placatingly, “In that case, I’ll do my best to finish my work before the newly implemented office curfew.” 

Chiye is right, though, that he would still hand over his gift even if it had no longer been his birthday. Mostly because his gift hadn’t originally been intended as a birthday gift, until the man’s birthday had slowly crept closer and turned it into the perfect opportunity. With each tap against his hand, there’s a subtle vibration reverberating through his skin, featherlight aluminum against the pillowed surface. The USB; meant for Chiye’s eyes, and Chiye’s eyes alone.

The pen that lies on top of it, however, could’ve served as a gift between any two business associates; even the small gyrfalcon he’d had it engraved into it could easily be overlooked. That makes it easy to counter the other’s cockiness. “I could save it for the next birthday I’m invited to,” Zechuan says, the box stilling inside of his palm. He slowly raises his gaze to level with Chiye’s, as if to tell him: take it, then, if you’re so convinced. His eyes flicker with intent, the shadow of a grin curling at his lips. 

And then Chiye offers to grab him a drink, and the moment passes. 

Zechuan follows after the host as if nothing had ever happened, once again letting his gaze wander the room. If his only intention had been to wish Chiye a happy birthday, he could have already done so at the office. One drink, at least, he can agree to that—that should have been a given when he’d showed up at the door. There’s no need for Chiye to try and convince him to stay, though it is painfully obvious that the man hadn’t thought his own reasoning through, either. Feigning ignorance, Zechuan looks at him with a gaze of utmost innocence, and a smile to finish it off. “The long climb up here has made me very thirsty,” he admits, “I should hope to have at least one drink, before making that trip another time.” There’s no need to be more explicit in pointing out the flaws in the man’s logic. 

It seems, however, that his long trip had only been the first of Chiye’s many complaints. His eagerness to make him stay for a moment longer almost toes the line of being laughable, if it weren’t for the man’s sincerity. He’s asking him to stay, because he genuinely wants him to stay. Zechuan’s convinced he might throw a fit if he refuses; perhaps forcefully restrain him, even, with all the alcohol in his system. And then, he thinks, a fleeting thought, wouldn't it be tempting to see him try? There’s no reason for him to stay much longer if the party’s almost over, is there? 

And then, again, I want you to stay. 

It’s almost too easy. It’s also entirely too hard. Chiye’s drunk, his voice lower than necessary, his eyes— Zechuan has to strain himself to keep his own eyes on him and not get carried away. He decides to find the distraction himself, his voice ever polite: “Are you getting me that drink, or not?”

[mvsicinthedvrk]

Zechuan’s attempt at appeasement doesn’t convince him of anything. No matter how velvety and persuasive the other’s voice might be in pretending to promise he’ll listen and leave the office at a reasonable hour, Chiye still feels a steep measure of suspicion even through his intoxication. “Before that,” he insists. Ten is late enough-- but so is nine, and eight, he thinks. If Zechuan stays at his desk until eight, how will he ever find time to eat supper properly? The obvious solution would also be the simplest, he thinks: Chiye could pull him from the office by force, lead him into the elevator, down and out to the city to take him out to dinner-- if the other would let him. 

…The presumed obstacle brings a wrinkle to his brow as his distracted thoughts take him farther and farther from the situation at hand. Won’t willingly go out to dinner with him. Won’t text him back anything less than a few reserved lines, won’t use the presents Chiye gave him for the office’s holiday gift exchange, won’t come over to Chiye’s apartment-- unless he has a reason to, apparently. On a normal, non-birthday-day, isn’t Chiye being here himself reason enough? 

It should be; maybe he only needs to be more persuasive in proving so.

The other continues to tease him with the prospect of not giving him his present, which wouldn’t be acceptable in the slightest, however much he relishes the teasing note in the man’s voice. “I don’t want to wait that long,” he states unnecessarily, his words determined. That glint in his eyes, that flicker of a grin-- the unspoken challenge, to try and take the gift by force-- that’s why Chiye’s certain that he’ll be driven mad by this man sooner than later. His gaze narrows hungrily, fixed on Zechuan’s face instead of the gift box cradled in his palm. There will be time for indulging later (he can make time). 

Drink(s) first, as he’s politely reminded. No matter how foolish and hole-filled Chiye’s half-reasoning had been about the other’s trek up to the building’s penthouse, the fact remains: drinking is good, Zechuan is here, and therefore Zechuan should enjoy a good drink. And because it’s his celebration, Chiye deserves to pour himself another one, too. 

With a newfound buoyancy in his uneven step, he heads to the makeshift bar. There are a wide array of choices spread out for the picking, the island in the middle of the kitchen having turned into one long bar atop which the remaining clean glasses are stacked along with an impressive display premium liquor of all kinds, cocktail mixers, toppled shakers still holding the remnants of the last cocktail mixed in them, and a bucket now filled with half-ice and half-water, in which floats a variety of chilled beer bottles, both lagers and ales. The champagne bottles have all already been finished off hours ago, so that’s no longer an option. Nor is the beer. The taste of beer on Zechuan’s tongue would only make sense, Chiye thinks, if it came from the taste on his own lips first-- but on its own? No. 

A well-mixed cocktail would do, he knows could put together a good one with decent flavor, but there’s a drink that would suit the other man far better-- “Wine. Where’s the wine?” It’s more of a question for himself as he sorts through the clinking bottles of alcohol, since surely none of his other guests would know. There’s a third of a bottle of dry wine left open, it seems like, and the only other remnants of the party’s available stash are the empty wine bottles toss haphazardly into the trash. It’s nothing to regret, being too late for those wines; a finer wine would suit Zechuan best, and those hadn’t been on offer at his party to begin with. 

Chiye does know where to find them, though: how fortunate it is that his party is at his apartment, and he knows exactly where he keeps his own wines. So after having led Zechuan to the kitchen, its time to move on. “My office,” he says by way of answering his own previous question. Home office, though he has the distinct hunch that Zechuan would find a way to ridicule him further if he attempts to clarify that distinction. “I know what wine you'd like, and the best ones are in my wine fridge.” Best being synonymous with most expensive, in this case. There's one especially that's sweet, which he received as a gift a few months ago and hadn't opened yet because sweet wines aren't his first choice, but in this case, it would be perfect-- and the longer he thinks about it, the more sure he is of its perfection for the current scenario.

"Come this way--" Chiye starts to coax the other down the hall, leading him by the wrist (his thumb pressing against the other’s palm), weaving around the remaining well-wishers. His facial expression is oddly serious; he’s on a mission, after all. But there’s still the beginnings of a satisfctory grin on his face, since he knows Zechuan will love the wine when they get there, and equally important is the fact that in his home office, he can shut the door.

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@irresistiibles said : ↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.)  (for xiao chiye)

you know, depending on how much of his canon life he remembered, this would be a very different answer, and i am tempted to save this one for later, but i know i'll never get to it otherwise.

so just based on DC chiye and what he remembers or believes of his life at this point in time: no, he doesn't really struggle with the past! mostly because there's very little for him to struggle with. he hasn't had to face any serious struggles or obstacles in his personal life, really. coming from wealth, and privilege, and success, he's had it fairly easy.

that doesn't mean he doesn't think about the past at all. for example, chiye feels a solid sense of nostalgia about his life back home with his family, and misses them-- especially his brother jiming. a lot of times, when he's out with meng while she hunts, he reminisces on very vivid experiences learning about falconry from his brother when he was younger. he also often imagines his dad's voice and what he would have told him, and especially his father's laugh. so the past does affect him in that he values it and takes every opportunity to connect back to it.

(as a side note: i think the city magic probably intervenes with chiye's mind a bit, just to keep him from wondering why he hasn't heard from his family (since he's still unaware); once in a while, it does strike him as odd that they haven't contacted him, but then the magic smooths it over and makes chiye forget that concern again and again.)

and after he first arrived in the city, believing he'd been sent by his father, i think he did have a little bit of resentment for being stuck here against his wishes when he would have much rather stayed home, living the life he'd already been used to in social circles where he didn't have to start over from scratch. but at the same time, i think that by now he's come to appreciate his position here and really enjoy the sense of responsibility he's been given, because that shows his family trusts him with the legal firm that bears their name. his father believed chiye wouldn't ruin their reputation, so being here is more of a chance to prove himself than anything.

in terms of letting go of past grievances-- he's the kind of person who can forgive, but he doesn't really forget. meaning: if you cross him, that trust can never really be rebuilt to its former strength. this applies to even petty grievances, and he will stubbornly remember every single perceived slight against him, and likely bring them up again in the future. and not only agains him, but against his family too, because any move against them is a declaration against chiye. this is partly why his current relationship with shen zechuan is so interesting to me because there's a lot that he's juggling at the same time: knowing how potentially dangerous zechuan is, and how contentious their past interactions were, but also how intensely attracted he is to the man despite (and even unfortunately partly because of) that.

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@grcycosmcs said : ❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) – wei wuxian

he definitely has social media, but more to scroll and keep himself busy more than anything. he prefers to be looking at something or reading something or watching something at all times, so he would be the type of person to pull out his phone if he's in line somewhere and has to wait even thirty seconds, or-- he'll also be on his phone idly scrolling social media every once in a while watching movies, cooking dinner, whatever it might be. this would probably get annoying for other people to deal with after a while. and when he realizes this, he would try to quit social media, and he would manage probably half a day before giving in and getting back on it.

but he IS more of a passive social media viewer than a poster himself. as much as wei wuxian likes attention, i think he's mature enough now as an adult to also not need the whole world to know his whole business. and he wouldn't want to play the algorithm games, wouldn't see the point in trying to get more views from strangers, and if he wants his friends and family to see what he's up to he'll just show up at their homes and talk to them in person.

so i don't see him posting much on tiktok, or anything like that, as much as he would watch it. the only place i would see him posting fairly regularly-- and im not even sure this counts as social media proper-- would be reddit. he'd be in a bunch of really obscure topics, chatting and making friends. reddit's great for learning things and sharing tips & tricks, which he would be really into.

other than that, his instagram, he would update maybe once every four or five months with one single giant photo drop of interesting things he's seen or photographed in those past few months, though wei wuxian wouldn't actually feature heavily in the images himself. he doesn't take many photos of himself, except on special occasions, and even then it's usually so he can get a picture of himself with other people.

to get back to the original question from the meme: overall, he thinks social media is fun even if it's somewhat questionable, considering how often people can get vilified for saying one thing that everyone starts bandwagon attacking. and in some cases that reaction is clearly justified but in others, when hundreds of people are very publicly turning on someone for saying something that, logically, is not that big a deal or that is just being misinterpreted? i'm thinking about every time chappell roan says something, for example, and manages to get half of planet earth worked up about it. and obviously that sort of situation (everyone jumping in to attack without having all of the information) is something that he has a lot of personal experience with. and that's actually maybe why he doesn't do much posting himself, too; because it's just not worth it, in the end, when no matter what you say could have the potential to be misinterpreted or twisted. anyway, i think wei wuxian would be intrigued by the power of social media and how emotions are so highly amplified across platforms like that. but overall, to him, the benefits of having endless entertainment at his fingertips outweighs the overarching issues that social media opens the world up to, so he would think that social media is mostly a good thing.

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@vcndetta said : for mo xi: ☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

he's a little bit of a picky eater; most of the food in this world, to him, tastes like tasteless cardboard. it's really not very good. he thinks pizza, for example, should only be fed as a punishment. terrible. he also has no stomach for spice, so things that actually should or would taste flavorful, he also tends to unfortunately avoid.

because he doesn't have many positive memories associated with food-- even in his childhood, meals were just something to tensely sit through rather than actually look forward to-- he doesn't particularly see food as something to savor and enjoy; it's necessary fuel and not much more than that. he eats his meals fast, so if he goes out to eat on his own he's usually in-and-out in twenty minutes regardless of how long it takes the restaurant to cook and prepare the dish. and if he's busy, he'll just skip meals and make up for it on the next one.

his favorite food is a type of fish soup with pickled vegetables. its boiled white fish that's really tender, that you can eat with your chopsticks right from the soup pot. and then the broth is more sour than sweet, and the pickled vegetables bring a little bit of salt. he would order it (or make it, if he's trying to cook) without the peppercorns or other spicy elements. however, it should be noted that he does struggle with cooking, so more likely than not, any of his own attempts of making this dish would end up with completely disintegrated fish that would be indistinguishable from the broth itself.

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@lcngliive said : ◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). ( for daro nirulun )

niru doesn't give much thought to animals, actually. i think he would be mildly baffled by zoos; just take the animals back to where they belong, let them run free, and be done with it. you would not find him ever visiting at the DC zoo.

when it comes to pets instead of wild animals: fish are food, so anyone with pet fish, he'd shake his head at. with cats, he sees more as a nuisance than anything; i'm inclined to think stray cats are far more common than pet cats back in kekon. he doesn't feel strongly anti-cat, but if one was hanging around niru's house, he wouldn't feel the need to leave food or water out for it. not in a callous way, but: he'd be confident that if it's out there and alive, it can probably fend for itself well enough.

i do think he'd enjoy dogs, though. and dogs would like him, so he'd be the kind of person who'd probably make a lot of friends with dogs he passes on the street during walks with their owners, and be able to pass a few minutes of friendly chatter with said owners as well. he wouldn't ask for permission before petting them or scratching them, he'd just do it.

i think he would enjoy having a pet dog, too, but if he eventually gets one, he wouldn't walk it on a leash; he'd be that guy letting his dog trot next to him down the sidewalk and roam around the park on its own, and just train the dog well enough that it'd come back when he called. he'd let the dog sit on any of his furniture and kind of have a run of the house.

i took a dog breed quiz here with niru in mind to find out what dog breed would be right for niru, and it came up with these:

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@grcycosmcs said : 𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) – kaz

kaz much prefers writing by hand to typing; he'll use computer software if necessary, but he'd much rather be scribbling away at his desk rather than clacking away at a keyboard. and always in pen, never in pencil. (kaz brekker does not use an eraser. if edits need to be made, he'll strike it through and start over). fountain pens are preferred over ballpoint.

his handwriting's semi-difficult to decipher, although i imagine people who read it a lot would get used to it-- but he writes in a slightly elegant scrawl that's not quite a cursive, but also not quite neat. he'll do a flourish or loop here or there especially at the beginnings of sentences but the rest tends to be crammed narrowly together, and written with a lot of pressure on the paper with the vertical strokes of each letter.

he also has a few alternate handwriting styles in his back pocket, if he needs to write something that shouldn't be traced back to him, or if he's trying to impersonate someone else's handwriting. but instances where he actually has to use those are few and far between.

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Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about…  For multimuse blogs, please specify!

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.).