#lanxiichen

[asaraltu]

@lanxiichen​ -- ;

It was a quiet, late morning when they finally deigned to awaken. With his arms around Xichen’s waist, molded together, there was something relieving knowing his jade had been sleeping easier than he had in a long time. Pressing his nose into Xichen’s hair, Madara inhaled softly, breathing out with a sigh.

“Did you sleep well, Xi-kun?”

[mrlanqiren]

❝Who do they think they are?!❞ He declared outrageously, despite the fact that Xichen is sitting opposite of him.  ❝It is one thing to act like wild animals but to demand an heir of the sect as their hostage. Preposterous! Despicable! Who does Wen Ruohan think he is?❞  || @lanxiichen

[hwaniao]

10. What do you love about your muse? and 12. What about your muse amuses you?

ask rizu about nhs / accepting!

↳ @lanxiichen

10. what do you love about your muse?

like, everything honestly??? he’s such a Big Mood for me. i love how interesting he is, i love his complicated dynamic with nmj, i love how you can’t just box him into ‘good’ or ‘bad’, i love how he’s so true to himself and what he wants. i also love all the things i list for the next question bc i love me someone who makes me laugh!

also his character design is beautiful and the actor that plays him is super hot, but that’s neither here nor there and is p much a different conversation entirely.

12. what about your muse amuses you?

his adorable, occasionally over the top acting… love that. also the fact that he was a major p*rn magz distributor at the tender age of 15/16?? wild but inspirational. and lastly this is cql-specific ig but that thing he does when he gazes at objectively attractive men and just started like, reciting poetry… nhs is the mlm sappho of ancient china. the og shameless gay. nhs walked so wangxian could run.

[ardenssolis]

continued from [ x ] || @lanxiichen

     IT WAS NEAR AMUSING how easily Lan Xichen seemed to accept the Pharaoh’s actions. He had perhaps expected some form of protest to bubble within the other’s throat, but instead, as serenely as the other seemed to accept most things, he too seemed fine with this. ❝Lan Xichen,❞ he replied back in greeting, nimble fingers gently and carefully weaving locks and hair together into a long braid with dexterity and skill perhaps unexpected from one such as him. After all, for what reason would a Pharaoh have abilities like this one unless he had tried it for himself? When one had many daughters and enjoyed spoiling them, it was a given that such knowledge would fall onto his lap from watching handmaidens at work. Truthfully, this whole moment was one that came forth due to his curiosity to see how the Cultivator would react to something so random; and seeing that it was favorable only pleased him all the more.

     Ceasing in his work for a moment, he allowed Lan Xichen to remove both hair ornament and ribbon, hair that had been constrained soon flowing freely down the other’s back. However, before Ozymandias would continue, questions arose from within him in concerns to why that ribbon was always worn. What did it mean? Was it meant to prevent sweat from touching one’s brow? ❝That ribbon…what is it for, I wonder?❞ he decided to ask, eyes lingering on it for just a moment’s time before he glanced back upon that sea of beautiful dark hair. Undoing what he had started was no issue as fingers parted what braiding he had, the silken feel of it against his hand very much enjoyed as he began anew. ❝Hmm…sometimes my boredom makes me interested in many things. This just so happens to be one of them.❞

[weiwuxiian]

((LluoBiinghe)) Binghe silently slinks over to Wei Wuxian and hugs him tightly, glaring at anyone who threatens to use dogs on his brother again. He’s far from happy that the torment continues, and looks to be struggling to keep himself calm despite his outward appearance. “... Xian-gege, I’m sorry I didn’t act quicker.. Just use me as a shield if you need to, ok?” He has every intent to protect Wei Ying now, even though he knows it’s likely not needed.

@lluobiinghe

He felt protected encased in those arms. Due to Luo Binghe being a few inches taller than himself, he feels himself being lifted into the hug. Even he had not realized it, but whenever there was a game of sorts, dogs were often used against him. And he had been too busy being afraid and scared out of his wits that he did not stop to consider. Glancing down at Luo Binghe, he feels somewhat protected and loved. The words that followed suit were jingles of laughter. ❝Ahahaha….hahaha… Binghe, you’re so cute. I did not expect this.❞

He wraps his arms around the other’s head, pulling his face to nuzzle on his chest. ❝There is no need to say sorry. You would’nt have known, after all. But next time, I’ll know who to go to when dogs appear.❞

[godaspired-a2-blog]

‘Sup, ya fucks.

[chifcng]

@lanxiichen

While many had fallen under Baxia’s blade, it did not avert the side effects of the resentful energy from the sabre. Though, now that the war was over, Nie Mingjue could relax a little- or so, he had thought. The frown upon his face always seemed to permanent that even if he dared relax, one would still think that this man is blazing with anger still. But to those close to him, they could tell the difference- especially since it took the sect leader a while to actually fully seem relaxed.

Leaning fist against cheek, onyx eyes would then gaze upon the other, seemingly waiting.

“I was beginning to wonder where you had went.”

[sesshosekis]

@lanxiichen from [x]

Just as Tamamo had been debating on if this strange man were an onmyoji of sorts the cultivator spoke up, all without opening his eyes. The white-robed man with the guqin did not sound distrustful, nor did his body tense... yet it would seem he could sense something about the fox even with his eyes closed.

The demon had to stop to wonder what sort of man could sense him yet not attack. Such people were so few and far between that it had soured his view on humankind to the point he had left Japan altogether, setting off on a pilgrimage of sorts to clear his mind before he was consumed any further by rage.

Even when this man opens his eyes to look at him the smile never falters, his calm demeanor doesn’t falter or even flutter.

A silent nod and Tamamo closes the steps between them and kneels delicately before Lan Xichen and his guqin. Once settled he unfolds his fan, holding it to mask his expression in a manner akin to a shy maiden.

“I have not heard such a melody before.” He speaks softly and as he does the two tails hanging to either side of him seem to curl up into his lap of their own accord. From behind the fan he watches Lan Xichen with intrigue and anticipation to hear more of the song.

“It is most curious. Please carry on and pay me no mind.”