#liansui

[weiwuxiian]

@liansui

❝What a shame Nie-xiong is too chicken to come. We’re going to eat real food after all. After so many days enduring the tasteless food of the Cloud Recesses, they can’t expect us to go on for the whole year.❞ legs dangling by the wall, Wei Wuxian watches as Jiang Cheng descends clumsily down the window from their rooms. He’s probably nervous that they would get caught before they even set foot out the Cloud Recesses, but Wei Wuxian grins, ravelling in the excitement of breaking the rules again. ❝Hey! Jiang Cheng! Can you be a little quicker? If you drag on like a young mistress like that, we really would get caught even before we jump off the wall!❞

     He waits until Jiang Cheng arrived below the wall, Wei Wuxian extends a hand to help him up.  ❝C’mon you shorty.❞ he teased even though he is only 1cm taller than his shidi. Smiling to himself when he thought how Jiang Cheng looked like a purple mushroom from above. ❝Did you bring enough money? I brought our swords, if everything is here, we can go.❞

[soulrein]

          “... Hm?” At first he doubts what—or rather, who he sees, yet his gaze remains fixed on the individual for a minute or so longer. Once they’re clearly in view and distinguishable at that, he chokes back his drink all at once, which causes him to cough slightly seconds after. To think, he had been also been present within this place; Wei Wuxian instantly begins to curse his luck inwardly while simultaneously wondering why it had to be him of all people. During the little time he had been here, he had learned people, even those who had known one another all throughout their lives, had still had discrepancies with their collective memories. It were as if they had come from two separate timelines within the same realm. It was fascinating really, though he hadn’t dwelt too much on that now however. All he had wished to know at the moment was how much Jiang Cheng remembered, yet in order to know that much he would have to alert his attention and make his presence known. His expression tenses with uneasiness as he begins to then picture how that would turn out, if he were to go along with it. Quickly concluding that the effort wasn’t worth it given what might happen, he decides that it’s best to slip out of the establishment as quietly as possible. It’s only when he decides as much that he becomes aware of his surroundings again, finally catching the worried words of the server who had been tending to his table. “Nope...! Everything is fine... uh, I’ll be heading off seeing as how it’s getting late... keep the change...!” Luckily arriving here during such a season more or less forced him to purchase suitable wear to help ward off the cold, one of which happened to be a stylized black cowl. 

          Recalling that he wore such a piece of clothing at the moment, he instantly reaches back to pull it over his head to further conceal himself as he initiates his attempt to exit the area without causing a scene.

jiang cheng / liansui !

[lostgentlesoul-blog]

@liansui

Kadoc starred up at the book he wanted to grab, one about Oriental mythologies, with a frown. It was just out of reach and his bandaged hands weren’t very good at grabbing. But, despite this, he got on his tip toes and attempted to grab the book. 

[weiwuxiian]

Body swap

Never knew JC’s body was this hot. Nice.  || @liansui

He could hear voices in his head as he woke up, like the aftermath of bickering voices resounding in his ears. Wei Wuxian blinks several times before waking up in an oddly familiar compound. He knew the place with one look of his surroundings. Did I drink that much yesterday night that I sleepwalked back to Lotus Pier? He thought, trying to rub his temples and rub away the foreboding, lingering, traces of a headache. It felt like he’d just sustained an argument not long ago.

     He stood up, walked towards the mirror, and looked into it. He almost choked when he saw Jiang Cheng’s face, thinking the Jiang Sect Leader was just standing behind him. No, wait. It wasn’t. Wei Wuxian pulled his own cheeks, pressed his face here and there. No indeed. It was him who had woke up in Jiang Cheng’s body!

     He undid his robes and flexed in front of the mirror, thoroughly satisfied. Jiang Cheng’s body wasn’t bad, in fact, he already felt ten times stronger in both spirit and strength. ❝A-Hui!❞ he called the manservant that had served them since they were kids,  ❝Tell Wei— No, wait.❞ If this is some sort of spell that would eventually fade, he might as well enjoy Jiang Cheng’s body as much as possible,  ❝Bring Jin Ling to me! Do not let him bring Fairy.❞

     That day, Jin Ling could only stare at his uncle with question marks floating all over his head as Jiang Cheng said, with an expression as cheek as Wei Wuxian in all the wrong ways, ❝Kneel down, call me uncle, and say you’re sorry for being rude to me all the time.❞

[inkblccded-moved]

@liansui​ /  ❤

     “ Wanyin-xiong, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if I’m your last hope, I’m afraid you're doomed... ” Your expression melts into a sheepish smile as you unfurl your class notes between the two of you. You hope very much that you can help him fill in the blanks in his knowledge so that, perhaps, the upcoming exam won’t ruin both of you. It’s a bit of a long shot though, relying on you. You’ve taken these same classes year after year and you’ve never managed to pass even once.

Still, you want to do whatever you can for your friend. Despite his prickly exterior, you know that he’d do the same for you.

     “ But! It doesn’t hurt to try. Who knows, maybe you’ll be able to retain all of this better than I can. ” Your notes aren’t exactly organized, but they aren’t so bad, as far as you know. You try your best to write down everything that you might be tested on but somehow, despite studying them almost constantly, you never seem to absorb anything from them. 

You’re starting to think that cultivation may not be the path meant for you.

But that’s not the case with Jiang Cheng. He’s ambitious, intelligent and talented. If anyone could gain any knowledge from your frantic scribbling, you assume it would be him.

     “ By the way... ” You open your fan with a flick of your wrist and use it to hide the majority of your face as you begin to pry. “ I heard Wei-xiong dragged you into something...hectic. There are plenty of rumors circulating but I figured you’d be a more reliable source on the subject. I assume he didn’t actually break his leg, right? ”

[forlorninquiry]

👿: What are your muse(s)’ fatal flaws? Any wishlists to do with them?

[Hmmmmm Lan Wangji’s fatal flaws… 

- His outward aloofness, causes him to be misunderstood by nearly everyone. Wishlist includes putting him in situations that tear off his mask, or force him to bare his torrent of emotions for someone to see (preferably not with WWX, I need to develop LWJ in ways that don’t involve LWJ X’D ). Also, threads that force him to bare his thoughts and motivations would be kinda cool I suppose X’D- His early commitment to one type of justice and uncertainty on what type of justice is better: meaning, he was very lawful in the beginning of the novel which could lead to him making mistakes in who would actually be more right in a grey situation. But by the time he has known Wei Wuxian for a long time, he has a changed understanding of what is right and wrong (remember the time he says ‘Is he wrong?’ out loud in defense of Wei Wuxian at a meeting of cultivators?). - I suppose some sense of guilt following Wei Wuxian’s death is a fatal flaw? I’d like threads that explore this part of his life. - I’m not sure what type of selflessness this is, but his reputation for ‘Being where the chaos is’ seems like a brand of selflessness that he could easily run himself ragged if the needs of people around him were that dire. This is also on my thread wishlist.

I don’t think about fatal flaws all that much and I had to use TV tropes to help me out with this, so I hope this makes sense! ]

[skilledstar]

* / starter for @liansui !

While his abilities were sealed, and such a fact was quite unnerving, Yan Qing had very little trouble adapting to his new limitations. He had been human once, or at least the ‘Yan Qing’ told in the ‘Water Margin’ had been. While blessed by a heavenly star, most of his abilities had been within human possibility. It was simply a case of getting by as he had done back then, a brief reprieve of servitude and a chance to reminisce on his time as an outlaw. Interesting, that was not unusual in this city where it seemed little authority reigned. People were free to do as they liked, and the dark underbelly where criminals worked and schemed was exceedingly prominent— not that he was interested in such a thing. 

No, rather than that, Yan Qing simply appreciated the chance to live freely. To act as he wished, to take what he wanted, be it wealth or even something as simple as a meal. Such a sentiment reared its head while wandering a market, where stalls offering a tantalizing selection of fresh fruits. A Servant didn’t need to eat, but they could still enjoy food. Could someone really blame him for taking an apple or two unnoticed when they were so tempting? 

The answer was apparently a resounding yes. 

❛ Has anyone ever told you that your gaze is as sharp as a blade? I could feel it before I even turned around. How frightening. ❜ 

[himerasu-blog]

@liansui

    If she were to be living in this new premise, one of the first things she certainly needed to learn was how to cook. Somehow, one of her last cooking adventures resulted in the food having an odd odor and a purple coloring-- Still, this time had to be a winner! She had been reading some cookbooks lately, after all. What better way to strengthen her cooking resolve than by making sure someone else agrees with her ingredient choices?

    “Do you have a moment? You see, I’m looking to make myself some ramen for dinner, so.. What do you think of mocha as an ingredient? Would it enrich the noodle taste?”