#sncwflick

[blind--magic]

Starter for @sncwflick

The teen was pretty good at finding reasonable things to do to keep herself occupied. In this case she had found a nice quiet sunlight corner of the garden to settle herself into. A faint smile crossed on her face and her eyes were closed, as she had turned her face towards the sun. There was a degree of comfort in knowing that the sun felt the same. 

Her head tilts slightly to the side at the sound of approaching footsteps. Shifting how she was sitting, Masha opens her eyes, and turns generally towards the footsteps. Trying her best to figure out if it was someone she knew. Not that there were many here. “Hello?”

#rp #ic #Teen!Masha #fantasy!verse #sncwflick #//aaaa #//I hope this is okay!

[musesthroughtheages]

@sncwflick

The problem with communicating mostly through the written word was that it wasn’t uncommon for Jin to start a conversation fully formed, setting her book down with an idea already in place and springing it with little to no lead-in. Like now.

“Could you teach me how to brew and serve tea?”

In fairness to her, she’d gotten the idea during the night, and had already had to wait until morning to bring it up at all.

#sncwflick #c: Jin

[baijingshen]

@sncwflick​ sent: Grief weighed heavily on him, mixed with an ineffectual anger. Song Zichen was angry, at himself for not going back sooner and at the one who had massacred Baixue Temple. But there was no more hateful things he could direct at himself; he had scraped the very bottom and Xue Yang was not here. He could feel that grief driven anger turn on the only person left and it left a sour, rotten taste in his mouth that he wished was enough to mask the self loathing.  When he spoke his voice shook like his hands were shaking, belying the words. He didn't mean them, didn't want them to hang in the air between him and Xiao Xingchen, but he couldn't stop them. "After this, there's no reason for us to meet again. I-- I don't want to see you again." @storiestotell​

          Xiao Xingchen’s hands still, the moment frozen in time and only the echo of Son Zichen’s words in the silence that falls over them like a cloak. It’s not the eerie silence of the MASS GRAVE Baixue Temple has become, one filled with the memory of people now gone, the grief, and the violent tear in the veil between the worlds created by Xue Yang’s bloody deed. It’s the silence of a world breaking in two, a sound so sad it’s felt rather than heard. There are so many things Xiao Xingchen feels in this moment: overwhelming sadness, concern, despair, anger. And guilt. Even if he wasn’t the one who led his blade against Song Zichen and his people, he wasn’t there to help them either. He didn’t even get a chance to try and prevent it; and he failed at stopping the MONSTER who tore them apart so viciously when he had the chance.

Was it really him who set Xue Yang on his path, who narrowed his vision down to Baixue Temple, who gave him a reason to make this personal? ----Is it DESPICABLE to even ask this question, as if it were any better if this massacre had taken place somewhere else, hit people that weren’t known to them? It feels like an inadequate thought to have, but even Xiao Xingchen knows that it is human to have it. Someplace else, someone else, the tragedy would remain the same, it only hurts so much more because it involves someone he loves.

Zichen is suffering, not just from the physical wounds that scar his body, but on the inside. Xiao Xingchen has never seen him like this and he would have died happier if he never had. He feels HELPLESS in the face of Song Zichen’s pain, unable to take even a fragment of it from him. He would if he could, take it all, give him peace and serenity and shatter his own heart with the grief, but he doesn’t possess this power. His hands are shaking as they reach for Song Zichen, fingers stretching out for him but curling into a fist before they ever reach him. His words are cold, like a knife to his heart, but Xiao Xingchen understands. They’re all Zichen has LEFT, they’re all he can still do to not drown in sorrow, and he is the only one left to be their target. And maybe he deserves them; deserves to lose his love for failing to protect it so entirely.

Nothing he can say now would ease Song Zichen’s suffering; neither his agreement nor his protests. Maybe it would be cathartic for him to argue, to yell at him, to allow himself to feel like getting angry at Xiao Xingchen is going to make a difference. Maybe he would regret it as soon as the words are out of his mouth. Xingchen would give him all of it without hesitation if he knew that it helped, he’d let him scream at him and rip him to shreds if it helped, but it wouldn’t. WOULD IT?      Zichen is swaying now and this time Xiao Xingchen can’t hold back. He reaches out and catches him in his arms as he falls to the side, his body so terribly weak, his face covered in tears of blood. He looks like something out of a tragic painting, a hero at the end of his trials, but there’s nothing poetic about it - only bitter, cold reality.

This cannot be the end of Song Lan.

If this is to be the last time he gets to see him, there is no question about what he should do. If all the LOVE he felt for the man in his arms amounted to this moment he will not let it be in vain. He won’t leave him behind in this dreadful place even if he chooses to walk this world without him from now on, nor will he let him wander through darkness for the rest of his life.      It doesn’t feel like a sacrifice because it isn’t given unwillingly. For once time is on their side and so Xiao Xingchen takes as long a moment as he needs to look at Song Zichen for the last time, to remember the curve of his lips, the shape of his nose, the way the color of his hair changes in the sun, like he doesn’t already see them every time he closes his eyes.

His own tears turn from crystal clear to deep red, but there’s a SMILE on his lips and not a hint of regret in his features. He leaves with the memory of Song Zichen’s heartbeat under his palm and the warmth of his hand against his, and he holds on to that for many, many years. No winter can be too cold and no night too dark to make him forget him, and so Xiao Xingchen wanders through the darkness less alone, the MEMORY OF LOVE ever at his side.

#sncwflick #m. sncwflick #m. xiao xingchen #xxc. sncwflick #.ic asks #.replies #the ending is a bit of a vague out~ #i hope it made sense while reading :) #i'm sorry it took so long #how to ever do these two justice !!!

[evcryopeneye]

@sncwflick​​ asked: “ what can i do to help? ” - for feng wu

Ugh, tasted disgusting, bitter, so much so her immediate reaction was to spit the mouthful of tea back out again. Disgusting. “What the hell?” It’s not a real question, more an explanation as she struggled to take a deep breath. Air caught in her chest as she felt the edge of panic slam into her. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong. Feng Wu instantly snapped to the idea that she needed help, yet the world was already warping. She knew the feeling, it wasn’t the agony and pain she expected, and associated with poison. It was being dragged down, the feeling of being drowned out of reality that she more heavily associated with sedatives. She had been drugged.

Right now, there were no accusations to be had, right now she needed to survive.

Picking herself up, she managed to get halfway across the room before she hit the floor again. She hoped the thump was enough to attract attention, there were certainly going to be bruises in the morning from the fall but all the pain in the world wasn’t going to be enough to keep her awake.

Exhausted, she attempted to get herself up, shallow breaths as she breathed in, and then he was there. His words didn’t filter through. Feng Wu could only reach for him, hands grabbed robes, trying to find something sold to grasp onto as she slumped. “Help,” for all of the things they had seen, it was the first time she had fear in her voice. The fear wasn’t of death, it was of the person who had managed this, of their motivations behind it.

#sncwflick #&&char: Feng Wu

[modestmuses-a]

@sncwflick​ said: “❛ i really should get a sense of humor ❜ @ victor”

i’ll be over here | accepting

“Not important,” Viktor huffs.  People who fancy themselves comedians have never been his kind of people, even less so when they aren’t actually funny, which most of them aren’t.  Whoever said that life is better when you’re laughing deserves to be taken around back and shot.

“Less making jokes, more doing things.  Funny won’t feed family.”

Viktor finally manages to get the defective sink off the wall.  There’s always something wrong with one of Ms. Bapka’s two sinks, but he doesn’t mind.  Fixing it makes him feel useful and usually—usually—doesn’t involve talking to anybody.  Apparently, she has somehow recruited a second (and unnecessary) helping hand, though.

He passes the sink off to the man with him, regardless of the fact that he is not sure the man will even be able to lift it, and says, “Hold.”

#ic: viktor #replies #sncwflick #v: head on a pillow of stone [viktor | modern] #building nothing out of something [answered] #//viktor: crack jokes and i'll crack your neck #//viktor: make finger guns and get shot with a real gun

[ofgoldentouches]

+ @sncwflick​

♢ - “You’re so EASY to read, but the book is BORING me.”

#THE BASTARD SPEAKS; In Character #[ I apologize he wanted to bug Song Lan smh :l ] #DEMONIC CULTIVATOR XUE YANG; Verse #[ he's just like oh he hates me... time to bug him c:< ] #A BEGINNING; Starter #SONG LAN; SNCWFLICK

[storiestotell]

;; i’m procrastinating so have this, including my muses over at @sncwflick & @hopelesslyunlucky 

*mercy, yoluta and lin ming would commit treason i just didn’t want to make more room so i just went with the next answer for them

#technically ALL the aurasi muses committed treason #|∞| what about everything; all characters

[baijingshen]

@sncwflick​ sent: “ It’s my duty to stand with you. ” - for xiao xingchen! @storiestotell​

          “It’s not.” Song Lan means well in pledging his allegiance, in a way renewing a promise they’ve made to each other a long time ago, but Xiao Xingchen can’t help protesting. Duty implies an obligation and that was never what it is about. Does Song Lan still feel the same way he did before the fall of Baixue Temple? Is it friendship and LOVE that makes him speak such a vow, or does he feel obligated to do so because of what happened between them?      “You don’t owe me anything, Zichen,” Xingchen clarifies, his voice as soft as ever despite the TURMOIL he feels inside. “Neither your allegiance nor your gratitude.”

Xiao Xingchen is trembling, a whirlwind of emotions inside him tearing at his composure. He’s grateful, happy and nervous all at once over being near Song Lan again - but at the same time he struggles to comprehend the BETRAYAL his old friend uncovered by coming here. Three years he spent in the company of a murderer and a MONSTER, learned to trust and love him, learned of his past and internalized all the little things he shouldn’t know about him. The way he laughs, what he likes to eat, the touch of his hand, the way his voice changes when he tells a white lie. Xiao Xingchen wishes he could erase it all from his mind and pretend it never happened - not because it makes him feel dirty but because it hurts to think that it was all a LIE. (Or worse, to think that it wasn’t.)

     “I did what I did out of my own free will. It was the least I could do after causing you so much pain and suffering.” At the time Xiao Xingchen didn’t want to accept that Xue Yang’s gruesome deeds were his fault, but with time he grew to think differently about it. Pursuing Xue Yang was never his calling and yet he chose to do it. He made it his business and Song Lan paid the price for it. It doesn’t absolve Xue Yang from his crimes, but it taints Xiao Xingchen in a way he didn’t anticipate.

A single red tear runs down his cheek, staining the white cloth over his face. In spite of it a faint smile spreads on his cheeks.      “--But if you WISH to be by my side again.. I will gladly accept.”

#sncwflick #m. sncwflick #m. xiao xingchen #xxc. sncwflick #.ic asks #.replies #i wanted a WHAT IF scenario so badly ok ;; #like what if son lan won against xue yang when they first fought #and was never turned into a puppet #(this also implies xiao xingchen never found out that he killed innocent people tho) #(enjoy keeping that secret from him) #writing this kind of hurt my heart

[baijingshen]

@sncwflick​ sent: “A myth’s a powerful thing.” - for wen ning!

          “Because people believe in it.. right? Everything gets more powerful when people believe in it.” Maybe it’s not REAL POWER, only perceived one, but even imagined power can have a strong effect on people. It inspires emotions like admiration or fear, both powerful motivators for otherwise unthinkable actions. Wen Ning knows that he shouldn’t believe everything he hears or reads about, but it’s difficult sometimes not to fall into the trap of doing just that.

Every myth and rumor sparked from a small grain of TRUTH, didn’t it? Who is he to doubt the tales of old, the beliefs of his ancestors and the people of their time? How far does he have to go back with this line of inquiry, and who can give him the answers?      “Why do people choose to believe things so easily without asking for proof?”

#sncwflick #m. sncwflick #m. wen ning #wn. sncwflick #.ic asks #.replies #confused bab

[musesthroughtheages]

@sncwflick​ said:  ‘ get some sleep , i’ll keep watch ‘ @ wei wuxian

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Are you sure? I’m up late most nights--I can do it,” he offered, sitting up straighter immediately. Truth be told, Wei Wuxian was tired after the day they’d had, and all things considered could probably use more rest in case something happened, but he’d always found it hard to not offer his help first. If he could be useful, he would be.

“Besides, you did most of the work today. All I did was get their guards down.”

#sncwflick #c: wei wuxian #ask meme #[your uncle in law will not fall for the self-sacrificing he is USED to it]

[evcryopeneye]

@sncwflick​​ asked: Gently but firmly, Song Zichen directs Feng Wu out of the road.

Exhaustion rolled through her, truthfully she felt like she was going to drop. A stumble, she didn’t even fight being guided out of the road, it needed to happen, and she sure as shit wasn’t going to do it herself right now.  The walk had been long and exhausting, she shouldn’t have attempted it on her own, spiritual energy too weak to defend herself should the worst have happened and yet, here she was. Having spent most of the night on the road trying to get to her destination.

It was only when she managed to gather wits, to give herself the fifth wind of the night...now day, she yanked her arm back, a few quick steps backwards she put space between them. There was always a fight going on inside her. Do you trust someone? Inherently, Feng Wu liked people, she was a social butterfly, funny, quirky, loved people with all of her heart. Maybe that's why this whole ordeal hurt so much. To be stabbed in the back, figuratively, literally stabbed in the front, continually discovering that those around her had ulterior motives. It was exhausting on so many levels.

Honestly, she was rattled. A deep breath. Her whole chest moved as she tried to calm herself down, exhaustion, pain, and paranoia were not good bedfellows.

“I’m fine.” Feng Wu failed at rescuing it, she couldn’t cover up the shake in her voice. Oh Gods, she was not okay and she needed to be ok. Needed to be okay and back at peak performance so she stood any chance of going home, and yet, it felt so far away and so out of her reach. It was out of her reach, for now. Glancing down at her palms, still scuffed and scraped from her fall earlier, “I have to go.”

#sncwflick #&&char: Feng Wu

[evcryopeneye]

@sncwflick​​ asked: “Does it still hurt?” - for zizhen

A soft shake of his head, a lie, it hurt, but not so much that it would stop him. “It’s fine.” Zizhen answered softly, pressing his hand to his side...though the look on his face might not have screamed confidence on the issue. “Don’t worry about me.” He would be fine, discomfort and pain were simply feelings, they didn’t always mean that one was in danger.

Slowly blinking, he tiredly sat, eye’s unfocused on the table. He was looking forward to the food arriving, he was exhausted. Right now Zizhen would have liked nothing better than to curl up in bed and warmth and just sleep. Food was important though. Zizhen could already hear the lectures he would get if he had simply just collapsed into bed and attempted to sleep.

“You don’t have to stick around…” he felt bad in some way, burdening someone else. He didn’t need to be looked after, nor did he think he needed to spend his time caring for him. “I’m sure I’ll be fine here, home isn’t far.” Though he had no intentions of going there, he would rest up here, and then head out. Go find another night hunt, something else to deal with that would delay his return. Anything.

#&&char: Ouyang Zizhen #sncwflick

[evcryopeneye]

@sncwflick​​ asked: “that was a brave thing you did today.” - for feng wu

It had not been thought about, nor considered. Instead, she had only done. Feng Wu had heard a scream, and she had acted on instinct. Maybe it was something ingrained in her, from life before her fall. When she had been a cultivator, a proper one, one that got to travel the realms and banish evil. When she had the world at her feet, a prince by her side. A seat at the highest table in the land. A Sect that she would one day control.

Oh. The fall was far.

Yet, Feng Wu hadn’t really changed at all. She made exactly the same choice now, to turn on her heel, so fast that her robes swished around behind her and she turned to face the scene. The horse out of control, ready to plough right through the busy street...and the kid. He couldn’t have been older than three, a little toddler, looking petrified as the adults broke into panic around him.

Her feet had carried her before her mind had made a choice, breaking into a sprint as she raced towards him, arms reached out, grabbed him and picked the boy up. She continued onwards, pressed the both of them into the side of the building, herself between the boy and the street and felt the horse go past, barely an inch separating herself from the beserk animal.

All Feng Wu could do was pick the child up, hold him close to her chest, a hand protectively over the back of her head, dark brown eyes turned to him, shock written across her features as she shook her head, “what the hell just happened?”

#sncwflick #&&char: Feng Wu

[evcryopeneye]

@sncwflick​ asked: “Hold still— I need to clean it.” @ feng wu

Wincing, she took a deep intake of breath through her teeth, a hiss...it hurt, stung, but he wasn’t wrong, even Feng Wu knew that. “Ah-” it wasn’t her fault she had got injured, the fight had been more violent than Feng Wu had expected, but still, the beast had been subdued, and the small village was safe for now, even if meant taking a smack straight into a wall. The graze down her arm was superficial at best, but, if not taken care of properly could become infected. As per usual, it hurt and looked worse than it was.

A soft sigh left her lips, her shoulders dropped in defeat and she stilled. Focused on the positives of the situation, she had managed to summon her sword - that was an achievement in herself. She had held her own in the fight at the start, even if it had rapidly fallen apart when the demon had started flinging fire at her. Fire cultivation verses fire monster, was not exactly the best match up.

Annoyance ran through her, “I can’t believe I got flung along a wall,” stupid careless mistake. Feng Wu was angry at herself for it. “I need to cultivate more.” Relentless, despite the fact recovery was going well, attempting to speed run your way to being a top tier cultivator for the second time in your life wasn’t a great idea, but Feng Wu wouldn’t be swayed from it. She was simply going to do it. There was no other option. No other choice to be made.

Do or die.

The annoyance melted though, “at least they are safe.” Main thing, right? “Do you think the village will be ok?”

#sncwflick #&&char: Feng Wu

[blind--magic]

@sncwflick​ said:  [ eat ] -  for your muse to offer mine food (he cannot cook)

“Thank you.” Masha offers a light smiles, as she carefully takes the bowl  Song Zichen handed her. There’s a few moments while she figures out where the utensil is, and how to hold it, be for she actually manages to actually get some food into her mouth.

There’s a long pause after her first mouthful, before she turns her head towards him. The look she was giving him was some mix of concerned and confused. “I... Are you sure this is done?” She was certain she had had porridge that had more flavor than this.

#ask #sncwflick #fantasy!verse #Teen!Masha #//yaaaay #//none of them can cook but Masha is going to judge him anyways

[tenthousandmusesmaybemore]

@sncwflick​: “ i’m not sure i should leave you alone. ” - for mei

feels prompts

There is no way of knowing whether he means his words as an insult or not, but she takes it as one. She hardly knows this man, so him thinking he needs to loom over her was either insult or creepy, and she very slightly prefers the former. Creepy were the worst, alongside festering wounds and wasp swarms.

"I’m not your responsibility.” She raises a dismissive hand. “Leave me wherever you want. I don’t plan on getting in any trouble.” She insists, but trouble has a way of getting to her regardless. Not that it’s this guy’s business.

#[Character: Mei] #mei voice: who is this guy what does he want