#xiwangri

[macrocosmic-star]

“I’ll still be here when you wake up.” Here have an ardbert

Reunion after (physical) trauma:

He let out a small gasp the moment he woke up and saw the darkness of the room. A dimly lit lamp sat by his side, illuminating only a corner scarcely. He had been left alone to rest up, surely, but it was that same loneliness that made him grow so scared. It felt as if the star had left him behind. Irrational, but so real right at that very second. Meteor somehow felt abandoned.

He didn't want that.

He had to hurry. He thought to stand but his feet felt so heavy, his breath shaky and clumsy, nothing responded as he'd like. His arms wouldn't help him up... He thought he'd have to stay alone with that hidden pang of fear until he noticed that the dimly lit lamp was actually the translucency of one Ardbert. He sighed out of relief, seeming to grow calm, a semblance of peace returning.

He wasn't alone.

"Ardbert..." he called for him, his body sore from whatever process the chirurgeons went through to nurse him back to health, along with his own attempts to reach out to his invisible companion. Instead, his arms and hands remained in place, as if he hadn't attempted to anything at all. "You'll still... be here? You promise?"

He wouldn't want to wake up alone, he'd much rather sacrifice his body than to wake without someone to greet him now. If Ardbert wasn't there, what would he do? How would he be able to manage? He could at least keep his glance at him, eyes heavy.

"Can you lay down with me? I know I can't feel you but... maybe." Maybe he actually could, if he just tried a little harder. They were connected somehow, no? There had to be a way.

#xiwangri #hᴇᴀʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ? fᴇᴇʟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ? lᴇᴀʀɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ? (asks) #AAAH I MISSED YOU AND YOUR ARDBERT #hello hello!! welcome back! #and tumblr over here not allowing for my tags to appear ugh!

[nothingherebutlight]

@xiwangri​ sent: Oh shit. It's Goro's birthday—Hikaru's just going to end up dressing up Button in a cute little dress with a party hat & make a birthday cake for his husband, complete with candles. "Happy birthday to you."

It was a bit late in the night. In truth, even Goro hadn’t put much thought into his own birthday. He felt like he was getting to that age, where it just wasn’t a big deal.  Even with that thought in mind, though, it seemed like Hikaru had been on top of things.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Button. Picking her up and cradling her like a baby, his gaze would soon fall on the cake. His eyes would raise slightly to meet his husband’s eyes.

“Thank you, Hikaru,” Leaning in (careful to avoid the cake), he would press a kiss to his cheek.

#asks #xiwangri #it's just the story of a boy who lost his way { goro interactions } #\ovo/ #it's his birthday!!

[shininginyourlight]

GORO AKECHI

#i lose no tears and lose no sleep { akechi ; self } #it's just the story of a boy who lost his way { akechi interactions } #my secrets confided in whispers { akechi ; musings } #she taught her spite to me and i never even noticed { akechi ; headcanons } #nothing i would say can i say to you though i long to { akeshu ; xiwangri } #;;akechi tags

[planisphaere]

@xiwangri​ sent:

patch . - wwx @ jin ling?

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

 patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound .

He must have been a miserable sight. Jin Ling knew and thus tried his best to wrap his injury with a ripped piece of cloth from his robes. It’s a poor attempt, more painful than helping himself. The boy couldn’t help becoming more and more frustrated as he unwrapped and wrapped the fabric around his leg. Every time the fabric touched the wound just below he knee he could only flinch and speak silent curses at his own inability to do this properly. It was annoying and frustrating, especially since he knew others were not too far and they might as well be watching him fail in such a simple thing. And when he saw someone walking over he couldn’t stop himself from glaring.

“What are you trying to do?” He hissed at Wei Wuxian, fully aware of what the other was planning to do. The older probably couldn’t watch him struggle any longer and decided to help out. Not that Jin Ling ever asked for his help. If he were to ask for help Wei Wuxian would be the last one he’d turn to. “Don’t touch me. I don’t need your help!” Jin Ling kept complaining. His whole body twitched when the other helped him patch up the wound. It was so painful when the fabric came in contact with the wound. And it became even more painful when Wei Wuxian tightened it around his leg. “That hurts! Stop doing that!” He cried and covered his injury with both hands. “Are you trying to tie off my leg? You’re even worse than Jiujiu! He only threatens to break my legs but you’re trying to take one of them.”

#xiwangri #•.★*… 「Jin Ling」.answered #jin ling: it is time to be dramatic

[starsfreckled-archived]

 @xiwangri​ replied : "mm. Do you forget that I am no better with social situations? I guess if you want me to talk their ears off about Seto..."

“...not sure if you are aware but that is ridiculously charming” or maybe she says that because she thinks most things ardbert does are endearing.

#xiwangri #❝ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᵐˢ & ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵖʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉˢ ❞╱ threads . #[ ...it is kinda adorable tbh like pls do gush about your big birb ]

[valflame]

@xiwangri​ ASKED: "So you don't burn yourself when you use that?" Yes, Wei Wuxian is squinting at the valflame from a safe distance and clutching his dizi close to his robes.

⊰ ♖ ⊱

                   "Of course not. I am a full-blooded descendant of the Mage Fighter Fjalar, and through her carry the blood of the Fire Dragon Salamand. You would not as a dragon whether or not it is impervious to its own flames, would you??”

                   The man looked tense. It would have been entertaining if he weren’t so desensitized to people cringing away from him in fright. Valflame was a massive tome, heavy and thick and bound in inlaid gold and dragonstone. In anyone else’s hands it would take both arms to heft it up into a reading position, but thanks to the boons granted to him by his bloodline the book was light as any other in his hand. Arvis plucked it up out of the holster at his hip that it normally rested in and flipped it open, idly thumbing the pages. The scrawl there, too, was indecipherable to all who did not carry Fjalar’s blood. He’d never understood exactly how it worked --- the dragons were the ones to create the seal on the Holy Weapons binding them to their corresponding bloodlines, not the crusaders that inherited their blood --- but it was always a mystery that he’d wanted to crack one day.

                   He turned the book around and held it out, gesturing for Wei Wuxian to come closer.

                   "It won’t bite, you know. I control the magic. Would you like to look it over??”

#xiwangri #⊰ ♖ ⊱ WE HAVE SHARPENED OUR IDEAS TO JUSTIFY OURSELVES AS IF IT WERE NORMAL TO SOW DESTRUCTION / IN CHARACTER #(( dave. bestie. :warmsmile: ))

[sunyatas]

slides in void bc ofc i read the rules

Your fun fact is that you're my amazing best friend, and glad to drag you into hell with me once more!!

#snowy speaks; asks #Rules Check #xiwangri

[macrocosmic-star]

Which tragic character from Ancient Greek Literature are you?

Orestes

you are orestes from the oresteia by aeschylus, and you are haunted by a cycle of pain. you try your hardest to be a better person, but sometimes you wonder if you will stop feeling trapped by your past. you have a strong sense of justice, you are quick to protect and defend those you love, and you are not afraid to compromise your morals if that means you are settling the score. eventually though, the consequences of your deeds will catch up to you, but that's okay, because sometimes looking your ugliness right in the eye is the greatest release.

tagged by: @ahkmourn (thank you it was so fun!)

tagging: @lannamused (Meiko!) @liightwarrior (Hermes!) @fandanicl @noirzem @echobled (mikha'li!) @omnirush @ofhades @primalvessel @xiwangri (ardbert!) @veinblooded​  and anyone else I missed that hasn’t done this yet, consider yourself tagged by me!

#ᴠɪsɪᴏɴs ɪɴ ʀᴜsᴛɪᴄ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢs (headcanons) #THE WAY this fit so well I am HDBDKVDB #His past is really his biggest threat #he's trying his best aaaaah! #he doesn't really think himself a wol or a good person so aaaah the pain with this

[nothingherebutlight]

YUSUKE

#stand and be brave or be broken { yusuke ; self } #i thought i was so lucky it almost wasn't fair { yusuke interactions } #the pain always finds a way to stay { yusuke ; musings } #in the blink of an eye it all falls apart { yusuke ; headcanons } #you looked at me and everything felt new { shukita ; xiwangri } #i swear it must be heaven's light { kitamaki } #why do i have this growing need to be beside her? { yutaba } #you should know sunshine you brighten my day { ryukita } #;;yusuke tags

[xiwangri]

URL CHANGE 

aprisatm ----> xiwangri

#out of coffee || ooc

[planisphaere]

@xiwangri​ sent:

“ what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind? ” wwx @ lwj

Wei Wuxian is someone who’s confident in the things he believes to be right. He did what he thought he should be doing without doubting himself. So what had happened for him to ask Wangji such a question? It felt heavy and hard to answer. What should he be saying when Wei Wuxian claimed not to trust his own mind anymore? It’s such a pity for Wangji to have his difficulties with words. While he would never lie he also never knew what to say to lift others up. He never had to encourage others like this before so all he could do was to lower his head, almost apologetic as he did not dare to look at Wei Wuxian for a moment.

There were things he could be saying yet he was not certain they were things the other would want to hear. And so he remained silent for a good while. His hands curling into fists and loosening again inside his large sleeves. What was he supposed to do when he could not even trust his own mind? What would Wangji do if he could not trust in his own mind? He pondered over this for far too long for his own liking. But he finally found an answer and so he looked back up at the other, confident and certain this could work. “Trust in me.” He said. “When you can’t trust yourself you can trust me.”

#xiwangri #•.★*… 「Lan Zhan」.answered

[starsfreckled-archived]

 @xiwangri​ asked : “There’s pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.” I offer u warrior man ( villain or hero // accepting ).

“...you feel pain? as a ghost?” she asks, sounding a little bit more sarcastic than she wanted to. “sorry... that was insensitive” amaya mumbles. trying to focus back on her body, she calms her breathing down. at some point the pain from the light had to go. but it feels like she’s been telling herself that for an hour now. or maybe the pain simply distorted her sense of time.

one more. only one more lightwarden left. then she could try and find a way to get rid of all that light. then it would all be over. her blue eyes wander up to the shade before her, to his expression.

did he feel guilty for his role in all of this? being stuck in this world as a ghost, she cannot even imagine the powerlessness he must feel. unable to speak to anyone else, unable to lift his weapon and protect people. knowing the bodies of his comrades still wander the first, killing people as the cardinal virtues.

and her heart aches for his anguish. for his pain. 

“when we go to kholusia I’ll need you close by” she suddenly says, a shy hint of a smile on her lips “maybe it is just my imagination but it feels like the pain lessens when you are around” maybe when they have defeated the last warden, he could find peace ( though the thought scares her, his company has started to feel natural, like she always walked with him by her side ). and realizing those thoughts, she could suddenly feel her cheeks darkening.

clearing her voice, amaya lifts her hand, gesturing him to turn around and away from her “I... I feel better now. so. would you look away for a moment so I can get ready for bed?” and not see her suddenly flustered because she doesn’t know what to do with the knowledge that she cares for him...

#xiwangri #❝ ᶦⁿᵏ ˢᵒᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᶦⁿᵍᵉʳᵗᶦᵖˢ ❞╱ ic asks . #❝ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ʷᵃˢ ᵘⁿᵈᵒⁿᵉ ❞╱ shadowbringers .

[evcryopeneye]

@xiwangri​​ asked: " i'm sorry... do you mind if i sleep in here? " lets change it up a little; aerith @ jessie

A moment of confusion, Jessie wasn’t sure what it was about her that had brought Aerith here, but she also wasn’t going to turn her down either. After all, Jessie knew a thing or two about wanting to feel safe. It was a basic need. One of the most basic. She nodded her head. The room was small, and sparse, Jessie hadn’t exactly focused on the idea that she would ever have guests in here. She just hoped that Aerith wouldn’t mind it.

Almost without thinking, Jessie shifted over, creating room for the other woman before she confessed, “I don’t have any spare blankets.” She pointed out, if she wanted to stay here, then Jessie was more than willing to share her bed, if Aerith was ok with that. After all, it was to keep her safe, safety was more than being physically safe. You had to feel it too.

Jessie would never deny someone that.

#&&char: Jessie FFVIIR #xiwangri