#xianlaozu

[baijingshen]

1) Is there a muse that you wish gets more attention? 2) why were you drawn to each one of your characters? {and if you feel like answering: is there someone playing the same muse/s as you and you really look up to them?}

Multimuse Mun Memes

1) Hmmm. I’m generally quite content with the interactions I get! Some muses are naturally more prominent and popular, but that’s alright with me. Sometimes I wish I had more chances to write Xichen, but then I’m pretty busy with my other muses anyway so it’s not a big deal :)

2) Before making this blog I actually just wanted to write Wangji, believe it or not. But then I kind of branched out because I wanted to write more characters that were less explored on the show. Wen Ning is just one of my absolute favorites and I love everything about him, so he was a must have. Jiang Cheng as well, I adore him so much, and he’s in some of my favorite ships in CQL so I really wanted to write him. I also relate to him and Nie Mingjue on a personal level a bit, so maybe that’s why I enjoy writing them so much. Mingjue was added because I found amazing partners to write him with here as well :)

I guess I feel drawn to all my muses for different reasons. It’s usually a combination of relating to them in some way and wanting to explore parts of their story or ships that canon didn’t provide me with. Aside from just wanting to write more about them all, like I said, Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue have personality traits and stories that speak to me on a personal level. Xichen is the kind of person I wish I was and it’s nice to try and see the world through his eyes and think about what kind of thoughts go through his mind. Wen Ruohan is a special case because he’s rooted in canon but by now consists of a lot of headcanons I just made up in order to rp him. I totally relate to him on a personal level, yep, evil sadistic overlord is my jam, mhmm. Nah, I wanted to write him because I’m a sucker for villain muses and I missed writing a bad guy, and he is so underdeveloped on the show that I wanted more :) (And then I found the perfect FC for him so--) Some muses have less deeper reasons and are mainly here for fun, like Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian! Song Lan I feel gets clowned by the fandom a lot and pushed aside a bit because everyone loves Xue Yang (understandably so), so he gave me that vibe of the less appreciated side character that I have a definite weakness for. He’s probably also a thing of headcanons in my brain more than the actual intended canon version ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don’t write him that often, but it’s also kind of hard to incorporate him in the story because he’s so outside of it.

3) I look up to everyone I write with. You’re all brilliant writers and I’m very happy to get the chance to write with so many of you :) Everyone I follow is doing such a beautiful job of portraying their muses & writing their stories. I could talk about everyone in detail but nobody has that much time :3

#.ooc asks #.replies #thank u love <3 #xianlaozu

[ofwindsweptpines]

{Please excuse my bias, but your writing is simply magnificent! I know we don't have an extensive writing history, but I can honestly say you are one of my favourite writers - your writing is on point, but you are not afraid to explore other ventures for him, expand upon what is given in canon by giving Lan Zhan new layers, there's certainty in his portrayal but with the distinct feeling that's entirely you. It's a pure joy reading your threads because they all echo his canon voice}

What Do You Enjoy About My Portrayal? | status: open

  This is honestly such a compliment coming from you — your writing and characterization is incredible across both blogs I know you from and I’m just always in such awe of you. Thank you for your kindness, and for supporting me and my endeavors to dabble in this character’s life; I look forward to all the many things I hope we write together in the future <3

#xianlaozu #༺🌕༻ Out of Chi (OOC) #//thank you so much #//this means the world to me #//you've so eloquently left me speechless

[ofwindsweptpines]

closer ~ {self-control? don't know her}

NSFW Prompts | status: open

closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.

༺🌕༻ Step by step he would pivot and turn, the long, sharp blade of Bichen glittering under the moon still low in the evening sky. The forged iron sang, low thrumming notes as it spun through the air punctuated by crisp, high chimes as he cut straight through empty space in front of him. 

  He had just been returning to a passive stance when he felt a pair of arms circle around him, every muscle in his body tensing, ready to spring into action if not for the warm palms that pressed against his stomach with intimate knowing. He cast a glance back to the shorter male, meeting that glittering gaze perched on his shoulder, regarding it with a brief reproach “I might have hurt you,” he chided quietly, to which Wei Ying shook his head in refusal as if to say he could never.

  He had been about to return Bichen to its scabbard when a hand caught his own, staying it. ‘Let me feel it’ came the quiet plea against his ear, something about it making the short-hairs at the nape of his neck stand on end, a flutter of warmth building beneath the press of the other’s palm at his stomach. The hand still on his own gave a gentle push, causing the blade to trail an arc of icy blue through the darkening atmosphere around them, the empty training ground cast in a soft, ambient glow. Meaning dawned on Lan Wangji and his grip would shift, twining his fingers with Wuxian’s own and curling the man’s palm along the hilt of the blade.

  “Stay close,” he instructed with a tilt of his head. “I’ll go slowly.”

  He tested Wuxian’s suggestibility by taking a step forward, feeling the other fall in step with him with flawless ease, still pressed close to his back. And then another. Again and again until he felt certain his lover was in sync with him before, closing his eyes, he let the flow of spiritual energy drift from his palm into the backs of the man’s knuckles, the duality of their skin a conduit for the blade itself.

  He tested the first formation and the blade thrummed with life, the soft gasp it elicited against the back of his collar sending a chill down his spine. He felt Wuxian’s grip tighten on Bichen’s hilt, and his own followed suit, squeezing his partner’s fingers gently. He tried to imagine what it would feel like — to lose his connection with his own spiritual roots; that glowing golden core within him that gave spark to every aspect of his life. What it would be like to lose something so precious, but then feel it again, if only for a fleeting moment. 

  He would move again, seamlessly into the next formation, and then the next, slowly within his lover’s arms as if it were a dance, the lilting tune of the blade and the rustling of the wind in nearby trees their song, moved by its coursing rhythm. He felt Wuxian’s breaths grow labored behind him, fluttering hot against his neck as the hand cradling his abdomen clenched tighter, holding himself impossibly close as if willing himself to become part of his partner’s body. Cultivation for those without a core was exhausting, and yet Wei Wuxian clung to it like a lifeline, desperate to feel the wholeness of it once more if only second-hand.

  Hanguang-Jun had been just about to embark on the last set of disciplines when he felt the other suddenly resist, those feet behind him planted firmly on stone, and as he tilted his head back to meet the other’s gaze he thought he felt the drop of a tear on his neck before lips grazed it on their path to his ear once more. 

  ‘Let me feel you.’

  Bichen trembled in their mutual grip, suspended mid motion, still shimmering with spirit until Wangji’s grip let go, leaving the blade to his lover’s clutch as he turned in Wuxian’s arms to face him, hands still aura’d reaching up to grasp the sides of his face and draw him up against his lips in a deep, all-consuming kiss that would leave no room for tears, nor words, nor trembling breaths. No one bothered with the training ground at night — not when they knew the twin jade danced the dance of the blade alone in the moonlight. No one would be the wiser to the partner who joined him this night; to the two men beneath the magnolia trees, steeped in the thrill of movement, life, and one another. ༺🌕༻

#xianlaozu #༺V༻ Holding Light #༺C༻ m; Wei Wuxian #//this did not wind up being what I thought it would #//and it's a bit of a stretch to sinful #//but it could also be one massive metaphor #tw; Sinful

[ofwindsweptpines]

Wet ? ( ͡❛ ▿ ͡❛)

Smut Prompts | status: open

Wet - Our muses have sex while submerged in water (tub, pool, etc.) / Wei Wuxian

༺🌕༻ No matter how many times they’d submerged themselves in the cold springs of Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian never seemed to grow used to them, shivering and carrying on like a bone-chattering corpse. The recent night-hunts had taken a toll on them both, but healing like this seemed unlikely at first, unable to channel his focus inward amidst his partner’s protests. Where once long ago he might have turned an icier chill on the cultivator and told him to get lost, to lick his wounds somewhere else if he hadn’t the stomach for the cold, he found himself in possession of considerably more patience and tolerance over the years — especially in regards to one particular patriarch.

  “You’re never going to warm up if you just stand there like a drowned rat,” he reminded him gently, light amber eyes fixed on Wuxian, wrapped as tight as he might within his own frigid arms as if fiercely protecting what little warmth he had inside him. A hand lifted from the crystal waters, crooking a slender finger to the other, motioning for him to follow as he waded across the pool toward an outcropping of rocks down which flowed the mountain-fed stream. The falls released a frosty mist into the air that clung to long dark eyelashes and dewed on the skin of his cheeks, the spring a bit deeper here as he let himself sink up to his collarbone, that chill enveloping him like an old, welcome friend.

  When Wuxian drew near enough he would reach out, plucking at one of his partner’s arms, unfolding it from around his body and reeling him in like a netted fish, guiding that arm up around his neck before fingers trickled back down over the male’s shoulder and dipped beneath the water to circle the small of his back. A firm, warm palm pressed against Wuxian’s spine until their bodies were flush, and his head tipped down to graze the tip of his nose along the bridge of the other’s own. 

  “If I warm you, will you quit your whimpering?” he spoke lowly, a breath’s distance from the man’s lips, bypassing them at first to press lingering kisses along the cut of his jaw, pausing only when he reached the man’s ear. “You need to heal, and to heal you must focus,” he kissed that spot just beneath the other’s ear, the hand on the small of his back sliding lower to grasp the man by the supple flesh of his backside. “You must empty your mind and your body of all distraction,” his words seeming a most amusing contradiction, doubting very much Wei Ying would be paying them any mind here in a moment. 

  “Discipline yourself, Wei Wuxian, and your body will self-regulate,” as he spoke his free hand hooked behind Wuxian’s knee, guiding that leg up to hook against his hip as he pressed himself between those drifting limbs with unmistakable purpose, the tip of his tongue darting out between parted lips to sneak a taste of that quickening pulse beneath the sinews of his neck. By the feel of it he’d be plenty warm soon enough. ༺🌕༻

#xianlaozu #༺V༻ Holding Light #༺C༻ m; Wei Wuxian #// :3 #//so thoughtful our dear Hanguang-Jun is #//sharing his warmth so selflessly #tw; Sinful

[ofwindsweptpines]

scream {if you feel like it~}

One Word Prompts | status: open

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side / Wei Ying

༺🌕༻ He picked over the fruit with careful consideration, testing the flesh of the ripe red lychee with a press of his fingertips before setting a few aside with the rest of the fresh produce. He had been just about to pay the street vendor when he heard a panicked yell of his name from across the market, hawk-like eyes cast in its direction. 

  He begged the vendor’s pardon, leaving the produce behind and rushing toward the continued noises of distress that proved to be coming from down a side alley, skidding to a halt in time to see Wei Wuxian crouched, clutching a parcel close to his chest with a small pack of stray dogs sniffing around him eagerly. Wangji’s breath slipped his chest in an exasperated exhale. These were not spirit dogs like Jin Ling’s Fairy. These were scraggled, hungry scavengers searching the streets of the market for scraps, or in his partner’s case, people fearful enough to toss their wares at the mutts in hopes of appeasement.

  Doubting very much they would obey direct orders Lan Wangji skirted his way around the small pack, placing himself between them and the cowering male, lifting his arms wide so that the sleeves of his robe cast like an imposing sail caught in the crosswinds of the street, billowing. 

  The dogs recoiled at having such a strange and unwelcoming presence placed between themselves and the scent of fresh meat, growling and whimpering uncertainly. Wangji took a step forward, and they retreated, again and again, slowly and purposefully until the dogs turned-tail and ran off into the crowd. 

  Once certain they were gone he lowered his arms, casting a glance back over his shoulder at Wei Ying, his expression placid but held hints of freshly abated concern. “You can come out now, they’re gone.” ༺🌕༻

#xianlaozu #༺V༻ Holding Light #༺C༻ m; Wei Wuxian #//poor Wuxian

[ofwindsweptpines]

💋 {but only if you feel like it~ }

Kiss Meme | status: open

💋 (6/5) 

༺🌕༻ Wei Wuxian had bathed first, as it had been decided, his husband waiting patiently to follow. The two of them were poor fortune for tubs when they bathed together, and they’d lost face a few too many times in front of the sect’s work-study disciples to risk it again. 

  Once clean he dressed himself in a set of clean cotton underclothes but did not bother to tie the top half closed just yet, spotting his fellow cultivator sitting at the table — improperly, he noted— forehead restiing on the backs of his knuckles as he idly flipped through a book. Wangji approached on bare feet, pausing behind him and reaching down to comb his hand through long, damp locks starting at the temple, dragging them back over his lover’s shoulder and away from his neck. 

  “Come to bed, Wei Ying,” he spoke in a low, intimate tone against his ear, pressing warm lips to that spot just beneath a velvety earlobe, and a few more beneath that, inhaling the subtle scent of the herbal scrubbing powders that washed them clean and clung to the skin with pleasant aromatics.༺🌕༻

#xianlaozu #༺V༻ Holding Light #༺C༻ m; Wei Wuxian #//I cut this one a bit shorter #//in the interest of not just drabbling for the rest of my life #tw; Sinful

[ofwindsweptpines]

"Lan Zhan!" He practically tripped over himself to get to his beloved. He felt breathless in a giddy manner, clinging to Lan Zhan's shoulders and, recalling the joyous greetings from his own childhood, pressed a kiss to the corner of those perfect lips. "Thank you for being born!"

༺🌕༻ Hearing his name called, Lan Wangji had just begun to turn around on his heel when Wei Wuxian grasped him with such fervent enthusiasm he couldn’t help but to be a bit thrown off-kilter. The kiss to the corner of his lips, while not unusual, was a little unexpected all of a sudden, especially with the comment that followed.

  Today was his birthday, that much was true, but the sentiment caused dark lashes to flutter with a bit of a bewildered air, glancing between Wuxian’s eyes with the most subtle tilt of his head. “I hadn’t much choice,” he mused, casting his gaze off across the pavilion toward the building that housed the epitaphs for his parents, nodding toward it. 

  “Shouldn’t you be thanking them?” he wondered aloud, following the logic of his comment, though he knew that deep down his husband was simply being his usual affectionate self. ༺🌕༻

#xianlaozu #༺V༻ Holding Light #༺C༻ m; Wei Wuxian #//aww so sweet #//<333 #//you don't have to be so literal Hanguang-Jun

[ofwindsweptpines]

{Anon? don't know her~ } ♕ I’m impressed with your writing! ℥ I envy you for "smut" reason ∞ I hope we write for a really long time!

Anonymous Impressions Meme | status: open

  ‘I envy you for “smut” reason’ has to be one of my favorite things anyone has ever sent me on Tumblr. It murdered me while I was at work today in a way I absolutely could not explain to anyone who gave me funny looks. Also I had no idea until now that my smut was something worthy of envy!!

  You are such a sweet bean, and I have truly enjoyed writing with you and chatting with you — your writing is exquisite and I hope to read much more of it well into the future <3

#xianlaozu #༺🌕༻ Out of Chi (OOC) #//thank you for sending this!

[baijingshen]

@xuanqiu​ / @xianlaozu sent: 🖤 {wangxian? I am greedy and just want to see your portrayal of it~ } [Send to get a kiss from my muse!]

          It’s late and Lan Wangji feels the sleepiness crawl into his limbs and mind, more out of a long-cherished habit of going to bed at a certain time than out of actual exhaustion. He never thought much about it, simply followed his uncle’s example for many years until it felt NATURAL to him and didn’t stop feeling so - until he met Wei Ying. Wei Ying, who seems to reject routine as much as rules and who gives birth to the STRANGEST idea only after nightfall. Wei Ying, who likes to complain about Wangji going to sleep early despite obviously being tired himself, just so he gets to be persuaded to join him. It’s a bit of a game for him and Lan Wangji doesn’t mind playing it. Tonight, however, he decides to put his own little spin to it.

     “You’re staying up?” he asks after Wei Ying turned down his initial suggestion to call it a day. He’s standing by the open door, his hair moving softly in the evening breeze, looking so BEAUTIFUL it hurts under the white light of the moon. Wangji could look at him every day for the rest of his life and never grow tired of it. (He intends to.) Instead of turning away and heading for the bed he steps closer to Wei Ying, curling one arm around his middle, his hand resting over his stomach. He leans close, brushing his nose against the other’s neck briefly and then follows up with a light warm kiss to that very same spot.

With that Lan Wangji pulls away as quickly as he came, finally turning away from Wei Ying and leaving him behind by the door.      “GOOD NIGHT,” he says, already counting the seconds that’ll pass before Wei Ying changes his mind.

#xuanqiu #m. xuanqiu #m. lan wangji #lwj. xianlaozu #m. xianlaozu #.ic asks #.replies #sweats loudly #wangji is so hard to write

[baijingshen]

𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 , 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚃 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 .   y’all probably know the drill by now.  bold what applies to your muse, italicize what sometimes or sort-of applies, strike through what’s antithetical to your muse.  repost, don’t reblog, and have fun!  tw: mentions of alcohol.

𝙼𝙰𝙹𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙰 :  a long journey- a feeling of raw energy -  putting a name to something unknown - an elaborate patchwork  - unexpected catastrophes -  unexpected blessings  -  vivid dreams  -  sudden awakenings -  the feeling of shedding your skin  - the echoes in holy places  -  bright lights  -  deep shadows -   feeling the earth move beneath your feet  - wandering in museums - the strange clarity of moonlight -  thunder and lightning -  an unfamiliar road  - coming back to the place you started as an entirely different person

𝙲𝚄𝙿𝚂 :  being overwhelmed by emotion -  finding something to celebrate every day  - finding something to mourn every day -  connecting with others  -  the scent of ocean air -  making food for your friends when they’re stressed  - the remembrance of something lost -  sublime confusion  -  cool colors -  a cozy cafe -  a bustling bar  - calm waters, hidden depths  - getting tipsy in the afternoon -  summer rain -  comfy sweaters  -  flowing skirts  -  a house by the sea  -  deep conversations after midnight

𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 :  the scent of spices and dark wood  -  making something just for the sake of creation  - dry heat  - crackling fire -  a bolt of inspiration  - refusing to apologize for your passion  -  stubborn optimism  -  taking on more than you can handle  - hot tea - warm colors  - getting up early  - staying up late -  bright fire, fast burnout -  tacky thrift store finds worn with the utmost confidence  -  the thrill of starting a new project  -  spring storms  -  hotel rooms  - perpetual restlessness

𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚂 :  the scent of rich soil after a rain -  hard and diligent work -  solid ground, strong foundations  -  the satisfaction of a long-awaited payoff -  generosity that comes with a catch -  work boots and heavy jeans -  silk and jewels  -  resting on your laurels  -  seeing your work through to the end -  harvest time  -  fresh bread and rich soup  -  earth tones - jewel tones  -  a lush garden - sunlight through the trees  -  dark chocolate  -  a home in the farmlands  -  a sprawling house in the old part of the city

𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 :  the scent of fresh air -  focusing on the intellectual at the expense of the emotional -  freshly fallen snow  -  burying yourself in action- tending to your own wounds - a foreseeable disaster -  crisply tailored suits  -  starkly elegant dresses -  refusing to admit defeat -  cold air, clear thoughts  - old hurts - fresh starts -  overthinking your overthinking  -  the harsh glow of street lamps  -  black coffee  -  a cabin in the mountains  -  an apartment downtown  -  the quiet before the dawn

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