#twojadesoflan

[jiangxiongdi]

     ((Okay this is just me say hi. And explaining I am going to be slow for a bit, I am working o a XXC plush for a certain someone that I rp with, and friends with. I do plan to be here, but I am doing this plush kit by hand since I have no sowing machine so some of the steps take a bit, so it takes hours that I don’t mind. It just means I am doing that and not this. I will try to do the asks tomorrow, since I know after I get this piece I am working on tonight I will want a small break. So I will balance it. If you want I will post a pic of him when he is done, before I mail him.))

[forlorninquiry]

@twojadesoflan (LXC)“ tell me, what happened?”

Indeed, what had happened? He had just been practicing his own name, when he saw that he’d been dragging his brand-new and newly fitted robes over the ink he was using - he’d forgotten to hold back his sleeve!

Aware that his sleeves were wet and trailing ink wherever they dragged, a little Lan Zhan lifted his arms while worriedly watching his sleeves so that they could stop staining his own clothes and anything else they touched. His front and sides of his white and blue-embroidered robes were spotted with black ink. 

“An oopsie,” he mumbles with embarrassment as he looks up at his brother. 

[weiwuxiian]

Imperial Court AU - Reunion

@twojadesoflan

Wei Wuxian feels his face heats up at the approaching figure before him. He had not expected himself to be found so soon, for he wasn’t ready to face anyone he knew from his childhood or the capital. Perhaps once or twice, he contemplated the idea of Jiang Cheng knocking on his door and asking questions he dreaded ever since that day. Questions he wouldn’t have known how to answer without hurting anybody.

‘What the fuck happened to your face?’ although the real question would have been, ‘What the fuck happened to you?’

❝Stay back.❞ he allowed those seething words to pass between his teeth. Wen Ning and Wen Ning had gone out to harvest for herbs, and there was no one here. The bandages on his head are fresh, covering nearly everything on his face except for his eyes. With one hand he clung onto Suibian, and his face with the other. Did this person come from the capital? And if so, then are they friend or foe? After all, he had been branded a traitor ever since Nie Mingjue’s false letter condemned them, allowing the Yiling Wei army to be annihilated completely without the privilege for even a trial. 

Sixty-thousand innocent lives... And he had been the sole survivor. Not even another sixty years would suffice for him to grieve. ❝If you came for me, I would advise you to leave as quickly as possible. I have no intention to return to the capital. So, save yourself some breathe and leave, alright?❞ but as the man came close, he basked in the light from the window and Wei Wuxian could finally see who it was. 

Although in the past, whenever he sees Lan Wangji, the young general would explode in a feat of giggles and tease him relentlessly. This time, however, he felt a fire growing from his chest and fury quickly rushing to his head. His body hurt from shaking, but that didn’t stop him from throwing himself at Lan Wangji and wrap his fingers around the other’s neck.

When the letter reached Emperor Qingheng, he trusted Jin Guangshan immediately and ordered your father and mother’s death. He did not even give them the mercy of a trial.

And yet they were his best friends.

❝You really are bold, Prince Zhan. After all, I’ve heard, you didn’t think I would want revenge, did you? Did you know about this, in the end? You said you love me but is this truly what you’re aiming for?❞ Confessed love so that when the day comes he finds out about his parent’s death, he wouldn’t be angry? ❝If that is what you thought, Lan Wangji, then you're gravely mistaken.❞ 

[sweetfanged-blog]

@twojadesoflan from [x]

“You might have a cold face but you’re a bad liar, Hanguang-Jun~.” He teases in a sing-song tone. Revealing himself immediately would  be foolish and so he remains hidden from his perch in the trees, leaning back against the trunk of one while watching Lan Wangji from a ‘safe’ distance.

It’s little effort to make his voice seem closer to the roaming cultivator.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about the list of wrongs you’ve done me. It’s quite long, you know. Why don’t we have a little discussion on how you can pay me back~?”

There’s the distant sound of a crunch as the man bites into a candied apple. 

“Hahaha, though if you do me a favor and cut your own neck open now maybe I’ll be more forgiving.”

[xueyaang]

Map To Lead Us Elsewhere

“Hey, kid. Where you goin’ with that?” 

The voice was directed at him - he could hear it being raised just for him. Xue Yang stopped and turned to look back at the vendor, looking rather miffed. There was no trace of fear or nervousness on his face or body language beyond what was required for his part to play; he did not bother to hide the finely wrapped package in his arms. The fabric was plain, but it was tied off delicately. It was something of value and importance, judging by the exchange-of-goods receipt that he held in his fingers. 

“I was instructed to take it back to my Lord’s estate,” he replied. He made sure he injected a note of anxiety in his voice. “If this doesn’t get there as quickly as he wants it, he’s going to beat me. And then when I tell him who stopped me, he’ll probably come for you, too.”

The vendor, a short stout man who looked as though he could be eating a lot less, pursed his lips as he looked around at the crowd about him. “Ehh...? You’re not who I gave that package to just now.”

Xue Yang sighed impatiently, tilted his black head, and rolled his brown eyes behind a blink. “And they gave it to me. Sir, I really gotta go.” He turned back around and started walking again but quicker this time. 

In truth, he simply picked it up off the ground as the original owner had set it down at his feet to look at something else. He had been watching for some time, and when the man had taken a step away to look at another item, Xue Yang stepped in and pilfered the item. 

He had made it about fifteen paces and was about to turn a corner, when he heard the vendor’s voice again. It was louder this time. 

“Stop that kid!” He could hear footsteps advancing very quickly towards him. Xue Yang, no older than a boy who had yet to be changed by adolescence, cursed under his breath and darted off with the package still clutched to his chest. If he could escape with this, then he could sell it to his fence and make some money! He just had to escape first!

[immortalpath]

@twojadesoflan from [x]

“And yet here you are, walking a path that will most certainly end in devastation.” 

Not that he believed Luo Binghe would not attain immortality himself; it was the fragile nature of Shen Qingqiu he had been referring to.

“How many times has this body of yours broken and left him alone?” How many times had it been at the hands of other men? Mankind could not accept themselves easily, let alone others. They wouldn’t learn unless they were forced into acceptance.

The lord’s expression darkens, a hand placed firmly upon the human’s shoulder.

“Humans are too fragile in both body and soul to love demons. How much longer do you intend to lead things on in this way, only dragging out the suffering?”

[illusiive]

@twojadesoflan from [x]

His eyes follow his shifu’s hand as it changes trajectory from his head to rest upon his shoulder instead. Struggling to hide his disappointment at the move, the younger man holds his tongue -- he’s troubled the other enough already with his outburst.

As a teenager he’d given Lan Xichen a whole world of difficulties; between wanting to be seen the same as the other Lan sect disciples after picking up on his shifu’s favoritism to more than one mild identity crisis as varied troubles reawoke within his soul, he had truly been a handful.

And here he was once more, hands gripping the white robes he wore in trepidation, knowing they didn’t feel right but at the same time loving them more than anything in the world.

“I know.” They’d been over it so many times in the past. Once he came to understand why Lan Xichen felt so familiar to him, as if he’d known him much longer, he’d all but lashed out. Still, although Lan Xichen had sought him out because he was looking for that person, it seems he’d stopped mistaking them as being one and the same.

Lan Huayao was not Jin Guangyao, he would repeat that to himself many times just to maintain his own sense of identity. It didn’t matter at all that history had not treated Jin Guangyao in a positive light, he could try again. He would try again and become something so much better.

So much more powerful.

He knew he could this time: his ambition had not been lost at all. Changed slightly, perhaps, but it was the still there. He could and would change this world.

With a genuinely warm smile he places a hand atop his shifu’s, titling his head just so slightly that the red decorative gem hanging from his headband gleams in the light. “But... I’ll still need to find that answer somehow. I know I’ll never disappoint you, even when I do something that should.” Would his thoughts and ambitions scare his master? Maybe. He knew they’d probably scare the others, and he understood why.

“I’ll properly pay you back someday. Don’t go and say ‘you don’t have to, A-Yao’, I’ve made up my mind already. If I feel incomplete, it’s only because I’ve not done everything I need to do yet. I will need to burden you with many more questions in the future, so please forgive me in advance.”

[chenqingwuji]

@twojadesoflan

Resentful energy gathers when a person feels unsatisfied in death. Upon death, they unleash these resentful energies, turning one into a corpse with strength beyond human capability. As such, Jin Guangyao has become one of the most powerful corpses since he’d awaken. With one hand, he grapples the man’s neck and lifted him into the air, practically snapping it into half. Words were scarce, although he did utter a single sentence, ❝Do you wish for death?❞ after those words, he didn’t wait for an answer - did not give the man a chance to reply; one hand raises into the air, two fingers down his throat. Blood splattered on the ground as Jin Guangyao tore out his tongue and tosses it aside.  ❝If you couldn’t talk, then no need to answer me.❞ the humour in the air was something only people like Xue Yang could laugh at. 

     Suddenly, the sound of a footstep causes him to turn his head around at the new presence in the forlorn, ghastly hall. His eyes, where once shone with a bright smile were not merely hallow well brimmed with vengeance. In the past month, Jin Guangyao had been roaming the place killing people who have wronged him when he was alive, and also those who have committed similar crimes with them. He tosses the screaming man away. A loose sleeve dangled by his side ( all that’s left of his right arm after Lan Wangji had severed it ), his corpses held the same resentful energy for Lan Wangji, but this person had a slightly different aura, though similar.

     Now that someone else has caught the corpse’s attention, everyone else in the vicinity fled Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue. ❝Friend, or foe?❞ the ex-head cultivator simply mutters, raising a hand to order Nie Mingjue to step down. Although he is now classified as a vengeful corpse, Jin Guangyao appears to be fixated on only killing criminals who met specific requirements.