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# VRCHIVIST | multi-muse, multi-fandom featuring fantasy, superpowered, supernatural, sci-fi and horror muses, both canon and original. est. 2023, resurrected august 2025. written by gray, 30+, they/them. sporadic activity. mutuals only. CARRD.

#pinned post ;; dni.

// hi I’m still alive! holidays are a busy time for me at work and school has been a lot more of a workload than in the past, so I’ve just been exhausted. when this semester ends, I’ll be back a little more and get to replies and such. thanks for understanding ♡

#ooc ;; just yappin’.

// hiiii sorry for radio silence. i was at my bestie’s wedding and also school got a lil crazy. i’ll try to be on more this week ♡

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// happy halloweeeeeen ♡ i won’t be on tonight, possibly tomorrow and sunday! everyone be safe and have a great night!

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linglynz

The Untamed || Jin Zixuan + being an absolute disaster of a man

#love love love this awkward guy right here #I get it Yanli I do #portfolio ;; jin zixuan.

lanqin

lán wàngjī did not meet his brother’s eyes directly, his own gaze settling instead on the untouched tray by the door. a silent, damning testament to the slow erosion of his brother's spirit that he could not say was totally unfamiliar to him. he moved to it, his steps hushed, and knelt to gather it and bring it inside the hánshì. he did not speak until he was upright again, the tray a solid weight in his hands, a tangible purpose occupying part of his focus as he spoke.

　“ xiōng zhǎng, i am not coddling you. ”　 he stated sincerely, his deep voice low and calm, taking notice of his brother’s graveled warning yet still unwavering in his resolve. the correction was gentle, but absolute. 　“ i am staying. ”

his golden eyes finally met lán xīchén's amber ones, not to challenge but to behold his brother’s face. the shadows, the chapped lips, the smile that was a ghost of its former self.... his own expression, often a pristine mask of jade, was softened at the edges by a pain that was not his own.

　“ you must grieve, ”　 he said, the words simple and full of more understanding than any lengthy consolation could offer.　“ i will not hurry you. i will simply be here. as you were for me. ”

vrchivist

lan xichen watches his brother pick up the tray of food, long since gone cold, and takes notice of his avoiding gaze. does wangji feel guilty, he thinks to himself. what does he have to be guilty of except perhaps putting his trust in the right person? lan xichen's throat constricts. he hopes wangji feels guilty. the thought comes with a bitterness rising to his tongue. he hates himself for wanting that. hates himself for not listening. for truly believing that his friend- his sworn brother- his...-

when his brother does look at him, lan xichen can't stand the pity in his golden gaze. his words do not help, only serve to irritate him more. to unravel the frayed edges of his sanity.

"you were hurt. it is not the same," he spoke simply, void of any emotion. beneath his sleeves, the sect leader grips his fists tight, scratching the blunt edge of nail across the raw skin. with a deep breath, he tries to pour any ounce of genuineness into his words. "i appreciate your concern, but this is something i must do alone." a beat. two. his tone becomes pleading. "please, wangji. leave me be."

before the hatred swallows him whole. before xichen starts to hate him, too.

#threads ;; lanqin.#replies ;; lan xichen.#tw slight self harm mention #wowie this is sad #brb while i go cry TT

diivineray-archieve

Jiang Cheng couldn't help thinking that if he survived any of this, it would be a small miracle — not least because he’d sworn never to get roped into anything with Jin Zixuan again. They'd ducked behind the gnarled trunk of a tree, half-rotted and toppled by some ancient storm, its roots clawing at the earth like bony fingers. The air was thick and damp, and the distant thud of running feet, but Jiang Cheng pressed his back to the bark and forced himself to stay sharp.

Every nerve screamed at him — not just from old injuries, but from the gnawing anxiety that Wei Wuxian was still trapped in the cave. For an awful second, he remembered the flash of pain as that damned arrow struck, and the memory made his hands ball into fists. If he ran into that idiot responsible, he’d do more than exchange words — he’d knock all his teeth loose.

But there was no time to dwell on Wei Wuxian, not now. Survival demanded focus. He scanned the shadows, and his gaze caught on Jin Zixuan. Pressed tight in Jiang Cheng’s own outer robe, Jin Zixuan looked every bit the heir — even when caked in mud and streaked with sweat, the color of the fabric set off his skin in a way Jiang Cheng grudgingly had to admit worked. Ridiculous, really. He almost said something dismissive, but what slipped out hovered somewhere between a compliment and a barb. Maybe it was habit — old bitterness over broken engagements and family honors that would never quite fit together.

Jin Zixuan's response had Jiang Cheng sighing. If Wei Wuxian had been here, he would have made some clever remark that turned up the heat even more. Instead, Jiang Cheng just scoffed, rolling his eyes and arching a brow. “ I didn't purple was your color” he said, voice dry. “Does it even matter what we look like? We're running for our lives out here.”

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leveling jiang cheng with deadpan stare, already tired of his antics, jin zixuan spoke to him as if his words were obvious - and they should be, given the situation. "it does matter. in case you forgot, we still have the wens to deal with. they'll be looking for us if they aren't already, and we don't have any weapons."

the jiang heir was stubborn, always thinking with his emotions. it was why jin zixuan had to drag jiang cheng into the water and out of the cave. and he would drag him all the way to lanling if he needed to. if his upbringing taught him anything, it was to shut up and watch. listen. ensure you have the upper hand before you make an ass of yourself (or, he hears in his father's voice, the jin name). optics were everything, after all. even in a life or death situation.

"it will be faster going to lanling. even without our swords, we should be able to get there in a few days. faster on the way back, once we have help. hopefully we have a decent advantage on them, but we should hurry. and lay low. they'll be scouting nearby towns." as he spoke, jin zixuan began taking off his gold hairpiece, scrubbing the vermilion mark off his forehead next but not before hesitating. his pride kept him from dropping the piece right there, instead tucking it away in his sleeve.

slowly moving away from the large tree, jin zixuan glanced around the forest for any movement, listening for footfalls or snapping branches, before glancing back at jiang cheng. "we should get going."

#threads ;; diivineray #replies ;; jin zixuan.#omg wait was jc shot by an arrow? idr #does that mean we get wound care trope~~~

// time to wrestle with installing my new showerhead and hopefully successfully showering with it. i might write a lil later but if not, see yall tomorrow with replies and stuff~

#ooc ;; just yappin’.

@draelith ; strahd said to tyrial: "you’re not on the list."

the tiefling cleric stood before the creature, jaw clenched at his words, eyes narrowed the slightest. he reached up, pulling back his hood to reveal golden eyes and curled horns. "apologies. i was not aware there was a list," he admitted, mentally cursing the man from town who had given him these directions.

unaware of the importance of the man before him, tyrial looked him evenly in the eyes, undeterred. "what is the list, and what must one do to be on it?"

#threads ;; draelith.#replies ;; tyrial abraxian.#queue ;; replies.

papawolfchris

#tw kpop #i know ppl have hard opinions about it esp in rp for some reason but ANYWAY #this is extremely logan x his ex coded so #the sun that illuminated the endless darkness ;; logan kim (relationships)

vanityvale

She lets those words sit, lets them fester. She hasn’t through of it as a victory before. It doens’t seem victorious, to be something so different from what you had always known yourself to be, to survive only as an undead.

She supposes, she hasn’t had all that long to really think of it as anything. She was living, and then she wasn’t, and then her skin was too warm and too tight, her mouth too sharp, and then (it was hungry. The hunger is what makes it feel so ceremoniously un-victorious. But he isn’t wrong. She exists, she can still think coherently and express herself in a way that feels almost normal. If not human, she is still real.

She can sense that Logan is not quite like her, not new to this all at least. She can sense age, and the weathering that comes with it, the pain and emotion and the hundreds of victories and losses.

“Does it get any easier?” she asks, studying him carefully.

@vrchivist / continued from here !!

vrchivist

"yes... and no," he tells her with a bittersweet smile. "but i don't have all the answers. and all our experiences are different. that probably isn't what you want to hear," he says with a small chuckle. sighing, he thinks for a moment what kind of answer may bring her solace.

"knowing what humanity means to you and holding tight to it... that makes it easier. gives you a purpose. makes the hardest of nights a little less daunting." he thinks about his own approach. how healing yet detrimental it has been for him. for others. how the shadows seem to follow him and swallow his love no matter what he does.

shaking his head minutely, he looks at her again. "if you don't mind me asking, how do you currently feed? do you have a safe source? it's important that you do."

#threads ;; vaimpirs.#replies ;; logan kim.#queue ;; replies.

@draelith ; anduin said to lily: please don't lie just to make me feel better.

"what reason do i have to lie to you? it does little to benefit me," she told him bluntly, inspecting her nails with little interest. her dark gaze moves to him then. mocking pout turned sharp grin, lily's head cocked to the side. "it is cute, though-" her tone held a tense giddiness that would make anyone a bit nervous. "-that you think i would care to spare your feelings."

rising, she approached him slowly, near predator-like, her finger tapping at his chest above his heart. she didn't need to press her palm flat to feel his heartbeat, the pulsing loud enough in her ears, but she did, looking up at him.

"what you are feeling is important. the guilt. the regret. the fear." her hand slid upward, wrapping around the base of his neck, thumb brushing his pulse. "it guides you. leads you. it would do you good to listen to it." her grip tightened, the force surprising for how delicate she looked, and just as quickly, she let go and turned away. "you are a man of faith, hm? or are you so weak as to let it slip away?"

#sorry bout her she's just like that #if you're looking for religious dogma and shame lily is the muse for you!#threads ;; draelith.#replies ;; lily anderson.

artsy-alice

zixuan vs his future in-laws

yanlijie is loved! (i actually designed jyl & jzx just so i can draw this lmaooo)

diivineray-archieve

@fatepowered @archxvxst

#portfolio ;; jin zixuan.#queued ;;

burningblake

THE DARKLING | a summary (insp.)

#portfolio ;; tyrial.#coincidentally tyrial is also these things #thank u edit #queued ;;

@lanqin lan wangji said to lan xichen: “I’ll stay here with you until you’re better. No arguments.”

lan xichen is no longer the picture of grace and elegance; not like he once was. his ornate hairpieces remain untouched in their storage, his hair pulled up simply. neatly. under his eyes are dark, his lips slightly chapped. the untouched tray from breakfast still sits outside of the door, the evidence of skipping meals clear in his face and body.

his brother's voice, once a comfort - solace, is grating in xichen's silence. his jaw clenches, but he bares the smallest of smiles. it lacks the warmth it once held. "wangji," he says, voice gravely. it sounds almost like a warning. "i am not sick. there is no need to coddle me."

#threads ;; lanqin.#replies ;; lan xichen.#queue ;; replies.

lanwangjihouse

future relatives depict trepidation feathers on a peacock’s tail

vrchivist

@diivineray @fatepowered family reunions

#jzx: dont tell me they're behind me being idiots #portfolio ;; jin zixuan.

// in my feels about logan's past relationships

#ooc ;; just yappin’.#i started writing a lil drabble but my brain stopped working so ill have to return to it #it's very likely no one will care lol but i care bc he's my bb

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