Jin Ling

Peekaboo!

Papercraft Jiujiu and Jin Ling! Jiang Cheng is wearing his wispy hair thingamabob because that won the poll by a STAGGERING majority.

HOWEVER, this piece is for SALE! And if you, dear reader, purchase it and decide you prefer Jiang Cheng without his wispy hair thingamabob, that is your right and I will make it happen.

Your light will never die

So I follow in the middle of the night And find my way

You’re my constellation.

protective prompts |still accepting| 

Hands gripped at the lukewarm cup of tea as Sizhui sat at the counter trying to ignore the aftermath of the nightmare that ended up waking him, one that he was unable to escape from. One that thankfully didn’t wake up Jin Ling though. He had to face a test tomorrow though, the reason why Sizhui didn’t wake him. He wanted him to sleep. Fairy had most likely taken the spot that he was once laying at, she tended to hog the bed either way. 

When the panic of was he going to get caught and get his legs broke or the talk for sleeping with their son. Even though that was all it was sleep. Well mostly sleep, there might have been stolen kisses in there and light touches fingers in hair and--then he realized Sizhui wasn't in the bed, he had sat up quickly and tossed a look of panic around a well maintained room, stuffed animals that Jin Ling had brought him, flowers on the desk, both their laptops in stand by mode. His clothes neatly folded on a chair, he wore an over sized shirt and boxer briefs. He had borrowed from Sizhui, Jin Ling's normal state of dress in his sleep, depended on how tired he was.

He remembered where the kitchen was and peeked out into the hall to make sure he wasn't going to be shaming himself in front of parents in case they had returned home. He heard no sounds in the house. The kitchen light was on, and so Jin Ling sneaked into the kitchen, he didn't mean to sneak but it happened anyways. Sizhui looked so..

So...troubled.

Arms went around his boyfriend and he pressed his body against his back to share warmth. His nose traveled to the side of Sizhui's neck and he nuzzled. "mmhph." he answered "I will ace it, its just a review of business economics I have been doing things like that since High School, remember." warm hands rubbed Sizhui's sides as arms tightened around him  and small pecks were delivered to the side of his neck, where he was nuzzling. Wanting to deliver comfort. "Fairy is wonderful, but she can not replace, my A-Yuan." he said. "Also, were likely gonna sleep on the couch...Fairy rolled into the middle of the bed." he chuckled softly against his skin.

"So why don't you tell me about it ?" he asked a disgruntle whine escaping him when he let go. He could have stayed leaned against Sizhui's back and cuddled forever. He huffed and went towards the stove range. Gathering the things he needed for home-made pancakes. They were house sitting at Sizhui's father's because a package or something was supposed to be delivered. "Why is there chili power next to cinnamon sugar ?" he asked not expecting an answer really.

Butter and eggs came from the fridge. Did his parents think they were going to have a house party ? The fridge was stuffed full of food. "Did they think we lied, when we said we had to study for exams, and no party was going to be happening,Sizhui ?" he called over his shoulder. Once he had the pancakes on the griddle pan, he had five minutes. He took the old tea cup away, and replaced it with a fresh one filled with warm tea, a cinnamon stick, and honey set to the side.

"So share ?" he asked leaning forward so their noses bumped.

'Don't bother Sect Leader Jin too much!'

LSZ has learned a lot from WWX

SO I do not know who else needs to hear this but here goes.  I am here, I may be a little slow, but I will get back to you. I love all of you dearly you make a blurry , drab 2020-2021 great, your threads your plots, your beautiful souls. Sometimes we forget that there are people behind these characters and IRL can hurt and effect them. 

It doesn’t matter to me if you are gone for a day, a week, a month , a year , five years. Time is not a issue with me, neither is plots. If you want to pick up right where we left off, we will. If you want to plot something new - I am here for that as well. I love my partners, even when they are silent, or going through things I can not help with. 

If you want to do something, and you’ve been away, I am here. This goes for old friends new ones and anyone else I meet and make along the way. I am here for that, I am here for you. There is already so much ugliness in this world. we have to be good to each other. No one else is going to be. Were a community and unity is part of that word. Please be kind to each other, please care for one another. 

send me  ‘ 💖 ‘  for your muse to ask mine out

send me  ‘ 💖+ ‘  for my muse to ask yours out

send me  ‘ 💍 ‘  for your muse to propose to mine

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send me  ‘ 💌 ‘  for my muse to write yours a love letter

send me  ‘ 🧸 ‘  for your muse to give mine a stuffed toy

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send me  ‘ 🍫 ‘  for your muse to give mine a box of chocolate

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send me  ‘ 💛 ‘  for our muses to go on an expensive, fancy date

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Ahhh I’ve been away for a while now,  to make it short, I had too much online homework, then I got sick and had to rest for a few weeks to recover and I also had some trouble with my computer so now that the problem is finally fixed I wanted to draw some of my favorite boys from mdzs ❤

MISC PROMPTS FOR FEELS | status: open

༺🌕༻ He turned his gaze to the boy who sat at his side on the steps of the Jingshi, the two of them awaiting for Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian to finish their talk indoors. Those words were heavy, as if they carried a weight only Jin Ling could quantify, and he couldn’t help wondering how long the boy had been shouldering the burden of the meaning behind that admission. His uncle was hard on him — Lan Wangji knew a thing or two about difficult uncles, and as such his empathy was stirred.

  Wangji had known many unforgivable people, witnessed many unforgivable acts — he bore the markings of one who had committed such atrocities himself, and yet thinking back on the circumstances of that fated day, knowing what he knew now, having lived to the other side of the consequences, he would not have done anything differently; to fail Wuxian when he needed him most would have been truly the most unforgivable thing in his heart. 

He held tightly to his father's sword and he gave a tilt of his head to the other man. Peering up at him. He saw so much of where Sizhui got his bearing from in the man sitting next to him. "I...shouldn't have stabbed Wei Wuxian." he said gripping his robes again and looking to the heavens. "I didn't know what else to do, ShuShu brought up my parents---and---" and he couldn't think couldn't responded did not know how best to handle himself he could only feel rage and grief and sadness. “I am sorry..” he said simply.

'It does when they are important to me." he said flatly. "How do you forgive yourself when you come from a place like I do...snakes in the middle of the flowers there. Beautiful to look at but dangerous to trust..." he whispered as he shifted in his seat. "Half of them don't like me because I am blood, the other half like me because I am blood, and I am caught in the middle. I have had lessons,  Good with numbers and I know how to lead but it doesn't seem like enough you know. All the gold can't make up for the stain on my Sect, for what it single handedly did to my...did to Sizhui.." he didn't tip his hand to much. ”To his family..”

Golden eyes glanced to him "How do I make up for that ?" he asked. Though Jin Ling did not see himself as a victim in all of this even though his neck was still healing from the wire that had cut into it. It was hidden by the traditional high color of his Sect dress. He did not want to just say -I love him so how do I go about making a gesture. - 

He had meet off and on with Lan Sizhui to train and to basically improve his own sword play. While Jin Ling was good, he had been picking up some of his closest friends tricks as well. Not that Jin Ling would have ever admitted that Lan Sizhui was the one closest to him, his best friend and blood brother was Zizhen, but he didn’t miss him like he did Sizhui. He dismissed it to growing up since he had no one close in his own Sect.

There was always a certain joy when he saw Sizhui, and a sadness when he had to return home, no matter who had to leave first. He didn’t study emotions to closely. He denied he had them. Truth was he felt them to keenly, didn’t understand how to handle them, and they often caused the young sect leader to have a melt down.

A rare seen smile found its way onto Jin Ling’s face when he saw the older youth. A hand had come up in greeting. “Lan Yuan.” He hunched down to speak to Fairy, and sent her to scout. Mostly because she loved Sizhui not that she got that from her owner –at all. , she would bound over to him and she would go on back legs for attention from him. Not minding if her paws were dirty or going to ruin Sizhui’s pristine robes.

He was alright with Sizhui in his personal space and he even opened his mouth to ask him how his journey had been . There was an intensity in Sizhui that was not common and when he caught the golden over robe in his hands. Jin Ling’s brows drew together. He was about to ask him what he was doing, when he jerked him forward. Jin Ling slid his feet apart to keep from crashing into Sizhui, arms going around the other boy to keep balance. If his brain had been able to process more then -do not fall down- he might have noticed the intent.

Jin Ling has never kissed anyone, and suddenly there are lips on his and they are soft , warm and demanding of a response, passion poured into the way lips slant over his and he makes a little sound, a whimper really. It draws warmth into him, into his heart, foxfire through his veins and he tilts his head just enough to accommodate the kiss. He’s not even worried he’s going to be the worse kisser in the universe in the instance. He is pliant, inviting and yielding.  Maybe, because he’s stolen ever single inner thought Jin Ling has with the action. His brain has simply sparked out. The grip on Sizhui’s  shoulders relaxing to find their way into his hair, uncaring of the ribbon that brushes his wrist, he tugs the other  closer, demanding, insistent… typical Jin Ling.Even though he was surprised at himself.

@zitherisms​

The moment their lips met, Lan Sizhui thought perhaps this was the biggest mistake of his life- he couldn’t stop thinking about Jin Ling, though, and he simply had to do something to get himself back under control. Perhaps, however, this hadn’t been the wisest of ideas. Regardless, that fear passed when Jin Ling kissed him back. 

It felt like butterflies in his stomach, tittering around excitedly, all abuzz in the moment. 

Jin Ling kissed him back! Lan Sizhui would have burst out with a laugh had his mouth not been otherwise preoccupied by the other’s. Only after they parted from their passionate meeting of lips did he feel giggles escape him- his own cheeks red. It was only a moment of space before he pressed forward, kissing in Ling again, one hand sliding up to cup Jin Ling’s cheek as they kissed. 

It was awkward and fumbling- passionate and needy, somewhere between eager and hesitant. Again, Lan Sizhui separated his lips from Jin Ling’s. 

Or not.

He certainly felt something when he was kissed by Sizhui. When he kissed him back.

He felt the hint of a smile against his lips and he was thrilled that he'd been able to bring that to his face. He had no idea in the hells what was happening or why, but he would rather kiss--yes, kissing was important right now. Then Sizhui was giggling and Jin Ling dipped his head slightly to in flush embarrassment and then joined the boy in giggling. It was surreal, they were in the middle of the woods, with a canopy of trees hiding everything them included. It was everything a second kiss should be not that he had anything to compare it too. He was as eager to kiss him, the tingle and the warmth the way it made his heart beat faster. A little whine escaping him when lips were pulled away from his.

Jin Ling looked dazed no other word for it his eyes large and gold. "N..No.." he shook his head "It was perfect as it was." his voice was somewhere between soft and husky. Fingers letting go of Sizhui since he was holding onto him. Fingers going to his lips almost shyly. Flushed cheeks as he looked on the other. "You were...since...since when ?" he managed trying to find his center and torn between just pouncing him again, but slowly his brain was returning.

A barely discerned nod followed “It was something my mother played with her…” he shook his head talk of his mother made him morose and he looked away. “Forget it, its stupid.” he stated defensive of himself.  Jin Ling would keep it limited to food. He wasn’t good at socializing, even though he hid behind a mask of confidence.

He was going to get Sizhui to sleep if only for a nap one way or another. If he had to crawl into that bed himself and keep him there. How he thought he might be able to do this, he hadn’t quiet approached yet, but he would damn well try. Sides, Sizhui looked like a good wind might knock him over. He didn’t want him to get hurt, or fall off his sword flying back to Gusu. A number of other vivid things that might happen, was inspired by his abundant imagination.  Jin Ling wondered if he was so use to not sleeping that he’d deny anyone telling him he needed too. Not that it would work on the equally stubborn Sect Leader.

“Like in Yunmeng ?” he asked immediately “I like spicy food too.” he nodded “That sounds good.” he agreed Sizhui stumbled and the other boy was immediately there with an arm looped around his waist allowing him to lean against him. He didn’t make a sound and he pretended it didn’t happen. He was simply silent support.Jin Ling approached it in the same way he had holding Sizhui’s hand.

It didn’t feel wrong.

“That’s the place.” he stated pointing to a dark wood Tea House. True to his word there was the soft sound of water around the place. “Will you pick a table for us ?” he asked “I will put the order in because I want Peach Wine..I will of course get us tea as well.” he promised.Also, no way Sizhui was paying.

@zitherisms​

He had never heard Jin Ling really… talk about his parents, save for an outburst or two in the past. And he wanted to hear more, but the Jin sect leader cut it off, so Lan Sizhui didn’t push it. Instead, they continued their path to the tea house Jin Ling had described- it held a pleasant aura, inviting and relaxing. 

Sizhui had a feeling this was to further push his exhaustion- push him into sleep. Jin Ling asked him to pick a table, and the elder cultivator arched a brow at him. “Tell me how much my food costs.” He didn’t have much on him, especially given that it wasn’t meant to be a long trip, but there was no way he was going to just… let Jin Ling provide for him. 

Why did such a thought make his stomach flip? 

Jin Ling stared hard at him and gave him a small turn and gentle nudge towards the tables. He did not answer him he would do no such things. Sizhui knew him well enough then to know that he absolutely would not ask for payment. There would be two stubborn boy's there because he most certainly could just allow Jin Ling to provide for him.

Was Sizhui pouting ?

Wait was Sizhui pouting at him because he let him go ?

Jin Ling needed air and maybe for the butterflies in his stomach to stop performing what ever magical dance they were performing. He hid it with a toss of his head and a movement away from the the older junior.  How much longer would Sizhui actually be a junior though ? He was already very skilled and very gifted. You weren't Head Disciple for just looking pretty.

Oh, why did he think that!  Well Sizhui was pretty.

Jin Ling returned with the tray with the hot tea and two cups, a smaller container of wine and a plate of dumplings, they were potato and vegetable ones.  He joined Sizhui on the same side of the table, out of sheer habit. He rarely sat across from the Lan disciple, because Jingyi tended to sit next to Zizhen when they were all together. "All right there ?" he asked placing the cup in front of him and then himself and serving the tea.