#bastrdmen

[queensconquest]

@bastrdmen​​ said:  a boy needs a healthy breakfast. just give me a minute. / xxc for xy

( KICKING THE SKY STARTERS )

   “  And  here  I  thought  Daozhang  was  going  to  spoil me  with  candy  for  breakfast.  “  Xue  Yang  gave  a  dramatic  sigh  ,  slumping  against  the  table  so  that  his  cheek  pressed  against  the  wood.  To  anyone  ,  it’d  seem  likely  childish  or  playful  theatrics  and  little  more.  No  one  was  here  who  could  see  the  intensity  in  Xue  Yang’s  gaze  as  he  watched  the  blind  man  move  about  ,  analyzing  and  learning  every  detail  of  him.  After  all  ,  his  information  on  the  Taoist  was  a  bit  outdated.  

  Xiao  Xingchen  was  ,  however  ,  clearly  still  the  same  fool  ,  seeing  the  good  in  people.  The  man  hadn’t  even  asked  any  questions  while  nursing  him  back  to  health.  It  was  a  stupid  decision  ,  even  if  it  was  to  Xue  Yang’s  benefit.  Seriously  !  Who  just  brought  in  some  man  on  Death’s  doorstep  and  didn’t  ask  his  name  or  how  he  got  like  that  or  anything  ?  His  eyes  narrowed  slightly  in  thought.  Someone  who’d  never  been  been  kicked  into  the  mud  and  seen  the  real  world.  

   His  thought  was  interrupted  when  he  saw  Xiao  Xingchen  moving  closer  with  what  seemed  to  be  this   morning’s  breakfast.  He  lifted  his  head  up  to  observe  it.  When  was  the  last  time  he’d  even  eaten  breakfast  before  coming  here  ?  Normally  he  skipped  it.  Today  his  stomach  betrayed  him  when  it  decided  to  growl  at  the  sight.

   “  Fine  ,  fine.  “  Xue  Yang  sat  up  properly  again  ,  voice  cheerful  as  he  rested  his  chin  on  the  palm  of  his  hand.  “  Can  we  go  to  town  then  after  breakfast  ?  C’mon  !  I’m  moving  fine  now  and  I  want  to  go  outside  !  Blind  brat  always  rubs  it  in.  “  He  waited  for  the  answer  hopefully  ,  grabbing  one  of  the  apple  slices  that  was  in  his  reach.  

[pctaldrunk]

@bastrdmen​ asked   :    “  i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against.  ” / jzx for yanli    -   I LIKE CRYING (ACCEPTING)

“...You’re a good man, A-Xuan.” She can see why it’s EASY to forget, being where they are. Yanli has seen him struggle with it before - with what he knows and then with the world he enters, his realizations, his acceptances and growth - and she’s so proud of him ALREADY. He has made himself - and that person he had decided to be was her kind and loving and good-hearted husband. If he can see himself the way she sees him - he would know with the certainty that she knows, that becoming what he fought against was something she couldn’t believe would happen to him. “If the bad days are so bad, let’s get away from them, or change them somehow. You don’t have to do it alone this time. You’ve got us.” 

[goldencored]

@bastrdmen​ said, “   don’t  worry ,   i  have  a  plan .   ” / nhs @ mxy

Kohl lined eyes glance upwards from the paperwork before him, sharp as daggers. Ziyu gives Huaisang a quick once over before sitting back in his chair, deciding to hear the other sect leader out. For now.

“I hope it’s better than your last plan, Nie-zongzhu.”

[goldencored]

@bastrdmen​ said, ❝ i am nothing if not honest. ❞ / nhs @ mxy

It’s almost comical, how Huaisang can say that with a straight face after all that’s happened between them. He isn’t brave enough to ask how much of it, or if any of it, was real. How funny it is to see that Huaisang  became just like the man he sought revenge against. If it wasn’t so disheartening, it would be rather poetic.

“A-Sang,” he begins with a smile that’s far too sweet, voice light and airy. “You are a hundred different things, but not a single one of them is honest.” 

[sasorikigai]

" papa! " a grin spreads across the young boy's face and wrinkles his eyes as he hears footsteps approaching. without hesitation, he drops a water bucket near his feet before he runs towards the familiar figure.

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @bastrdmen || always accepting!

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || The Shirai Ryu were the cynosure of all Hanzo Hasashi’s being; its Grandmaster had woken up to a morning’s blinding resplendence, endless space that daggered through horizons of the vast compounds. Rye fields stuck beneath him - thick molasses, a sky above refracting light like diamond amidst the cloudless tapestry. His gripping presence moves with purpose and conviction in a flash of brilliance, as he wears slick perspiration from the dawn of training. 

How the ripples of the gentle susurrus, the rhythmic waves of farmers working their lands, the sounds of rustling leaves crashing softly against each other; they all constitute a taste of peace and serenity, as the caressing air sweeps across Hanzo’s mirth-etched face. The contented expression on Hanzo’s face only heightens, shedding off years from his matured visage and the burdens of remaining hyper-vigilant against any trespassers, or even worse, the pillagers and Lin Kuei. 

As lily-white clouds scatter over the cerulean blue skies above, how the Shirai Ryu Grandmaster’s footsteps quicken in anticipation to see the light of my life [ 私の人生の光 ] aiding the love of my life [ 人生最愛の人 ], as the wildflower of his heart and the warm sunlight of his gaze encompasses Satoshi’s entirety as Hanzo effortlessly scoops his son up. The lapping jewels of the water reminding him of a particular promise he needs to fulfill. 

“Remember when I said I will make a promise to show you a whole another universe hidden beneath the depth of the stilled lake? Today might be the perfect day for our exploration, Jubei, and to see your considerable progress as I am told from Master Akihiro.” The beaming radiance of Hanzo Hasashi’s smile may contest the basking brilliance of the sun above, as his bearded jaw brushes against the nape of Satoshi’s neck, embracing him heart-to-heart. “What do you say? We will have your favorite breakfast thereafter by your favorite oak tree.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[forwardmoved-a]

it’s ironic, how the half-fox that had stolen hundreds of lives and didn’t blink an eye, had driven a sword through his brother, and yet... as rang walks along the samdo river, he’s scared. it’s dark-- reminiscent of the aftermath of the forest fire he survived when he was a child, and it’s cold, devoid of any life. it’s quiet, too, but his sniffling grows louder with each step as he struggles to fight against the urge to scream and sob with everything he has left in him.

a boat waits for him and he hesitates to step inside when he reaches its edge, knowing that this is it, this is the boat that will take him to his afterlife-- or punishment, because who was he kidding, he was going to get punished for all of the humans he had killed. he finally lifts his head, that had been bowed in shame as he tried to hide his tears from his guide, and that’s when he sees him. yeon, the former mountain spirit that had saved him that fateful day, and the older brother that rang hadn’t hesitated to trade his life for.

he’s overwhelmed with emotions and he doesn’t know what to do with himself, but he’s helpless in the way that his eyes fill with tears again. he's reminded of the video he recorded for his older brother and how desperate he was to say goodbye, all of the goodbyes that he accepted that he wouldn’t have, and that he knew he didn’t deserve. let’s meet again... “hyung.”

@bastrdmen​ ! for yeon