#chordbound

@chordbound​ says: “This should be a wonderful opportunity for the two of us to get to know one and other. You know what they say. ‘Familiarity breeds…’, um, well, ‘contempt’. But, in our case…” //this was too good not to send, wkx @ han ying!

     meme || accepting

     to be alive is a surprise.

     han ying has been trying to adjust to it, in the time he’s been awake. he had thought, in four seasons manor, that he would never take another breath — thought it worth it, if it ensured wen-gongzi and the child’s safety. to wake up, burned and weak, his meridians fragile but intact, was an unexpected grace. to be assured that he will heal, even if the burn scars do not, is a second one. it would hardly be worth being alive, if he were only to be a burden to those around him, but da wu tells him he will heal, and so han ying is determined to do so as quickly as he can.

     unfortunately that means staying in bed and letting others tend him, a situation that makes han ying feel quietly anxious. he is uncomfortable being looked after by those whom he should be serving, and it’s almost a relief when da wu switches the bulk of his attentions to zhou zishu, who, han ying has been told, is recovering from what he’s suffered at the hands of prince jin and duan pengju. it means he’s alone more often, but if zhou-zhuangzhu is getting the attention he needs and han ying is not taking up anyone’s time, then it’s a price he’s more than willing to pay.

     until, that is, wen kexing takes it upon himself to sit by han ying’s bedside. it is a surprise — han ying would have expected wen-gongzi to stay near zhou zishu’s side — but maybe it shouldn’t be; how can he not remember how hard wen-gongzi worked to save him? even so, there is an air of awkwardness between them, present in the way wen-gongzi hesitates over the wording of the phrase. he feels it himself; their last meeting had been...well. fraught is a term for it.

OOC HOT TAKES

😥 Have you ever been afraid of telling someone ‘no’ because of what they might do to you?

Nope,  given  to  there’s  very  little  I  will  not  write  ( pedophilia  being  the  most  prominent  of  those )  I’ve  hardly  found  myself  in  the  position  of  saying  no  to  a  plot  or  an  idea.  Most  of  the  time  I  feel  like  I  could  be  the  one  overstepping  other  people’s  boundaries  ( and  if  so,  please  let  me  know,  I  won’t  get  mad,  I  promise )  but  as  long  as  I’ve  known  this  has  never  happened.

🔥 What is your hottest take on your fandom?

( starter for @chordbound​ - Wen Ning)

༺🌕༻ Lan Wangji had been mindful not to fall idle around the Burial Mounds, conscious of presenting himself as not simply another mouth to feed, burdening the already strained conditions of a people far less fortunate than he. It was true he’d lived a comparatively spoiled life to this, unfamiliar with much of the work that was to be done to make life here easier, and yet he would do it without complaint, purposing himself to each task with the intent to learn and enact; to be a support where needed.

  The day was drawing to a close but the work did not finish here, and he had asked Wen Qing if there was anything further that might need his assistance. She’d suggested he help her brother with dinner, and to that end he would find himself in the kitchen, looking rather out of place with his straight-backed stature and his scholarly visage, both impressive veneers that utterly failed at making him not appear awkward within his skin.

          Meng Yao is everything a man should hope to be. He never forgets his manners, not even when faced with a lack thereof, he’s punctual, diligent, RELIABLE, smart but not cunning, intellectual but not condescending, patient, modest, diplomatic.. there isn’t a trait Nie Mingjue dislikes when he looks at him. He named him vice general to prove a point, to award his perseverance and to show him that he’s seen but also to make the others aware of their wrongdoing. Be that as it may, he hasn’t regretted this decision even once since that day. Meng Yao continues to prove himself to be the kind of man Nie Mingjue admires, the kind of man he told him to be: good and virtuous to a point where no one will dare to say a bad word about him. Deeds matter more than the circumstances of one’s birth and Meng Yao is living prove for that.

It’s not often that someone succeeds in moving Mingjue’s heart in this manner. He trusts and loves all his brothers in arms, would fight and die for them without a second’s thought; but Meng Yao is SPECIAL. Over time he’s grown more fond of him than he expected to and though he tells himself that it cannot be a priority it becomes harder and harder to deny what he feels. For the first time in a long time he wants something for himself, something that isn’t related to the legacy of his ancestors or the good of their family. A true heart’s desire that isn’t as easily pushed aside as the meaningless pleasures found in drinking and idle talk. It rests heavy on his chest and accompanies his thoughts whether Meng Yao is in the room with him or off somewhere else. When he’s there Mingjue is distracted by the way he moves, by the sparkle in his eyes and the dimples in his cheeks when he smiles. When he’s not around he wonders where he is, what he does, if he’s smiling or not.

There’s rarely a chance to do more than THINK about him. Just as Mingjue always has one or another matter to attend to Meng Yao is an expert at keeping busy making himself useful. The irony of his eagerness to be as important to him as he can be being the reason he gets less of him in the way he craves is not beyond Nie Mingjue.      Today, it seems, the fates are merciful. It is a slow day without any pressing matters or emergencies to deal with and Mingjue actually has the morning to himself. The usual routines still have to be performed, but they carry no weight.

Mingjue’s mind and temperament, for once, are at peace, and the soft expression on his face mirrors that as his eyes follow Meng Yao through the room, stowing away the maps they looked at earlier with the same precision and naturalness he does everything else. Mingjue’s lips part to say something but it never comes over his lips. He knows what comes next. Meng Yao will finish his task, turn to him and inquire if there’s anything else he can be of help with. If the answer is no, he’ll excuse himself to do one of the seemingly countless things he always finds that need to be taken care of and Nie Mingjue won’t see him for the rest of the day until he calls for him. It’s become a comfortable CONSTANT - but today he doesn’t want to see it happen just yet. Instead of calling for Meng Yao he gets up from his seat and walks over, stopping not too close to him.      “Thank you,” he says as soon as the other turns around and suddenly those beautiful warm eyes are on him, and him alone.

Outside the disciples are training, their shouts coming in through the walls albeit muffled. It’s anything but silent but for a moment everything feels calm and timeless.      “I..” Nie Mingjue starts, his eyes flickering to Meng Yao’s lips and back up to his eyes. “I appreciate the work you do very much, Meng Yao.. Any general would count himself lucky to have a man like you by his side.” It’s an honest compliment, a true reflection of his feelings, but it’s also a pitiful attempt at STALLING while he musters up the courage to say what he really wishes to say. Mingjue looks as if he has more to say but falls silent for a moment.

Maybe saying it won’t bring him the relief he hopes for anyway. Strangely it also requires more courage than what he does NEXT.

Taking a step closer he presses his lips against Meng Yao’s, his arm curling around his waist to pull him close. An unknown euphoria spreads inside his heart like warm oil poured into his chest. Yao’s lips are soft, as is his skin, the little sound he makes, when his breath hitches in his throat, maddening. He smells flowery and spicy sweet, gentle but enticing and Mingjue wants to never breathe anything else again in his life. But their moment doesn’t last long. Just a few heartbeats pass before Nie Mingjue remembers where he is and what he is doing. He pulls away with a step back, lowering his eyes with a twinge of SHAME and regret sprouting in his heart. He overstepped, and greatly so.

@chordbound​ // wen ning said  ❝ they don’t decide who you are. you are who you choose to be. ❞

lan sizhui tilted his head up, greens blinking rapidly. there was a gloss to them; he looked rather upset, truth be told. turned his face away, looking off to the side- there was still much to learn. 

As ridiculous as it may sound, his hearing was more enhanced now --- or at least, when it came to spirits and... well, death. He’d been focused on picking up where he left off. He took his time hunting Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu, he wants them to be afraid, to fear him, to fear for their lives, to beg and suffer just as others have suffered at their hands. Just as they made HIM suffer by not only the excrutiating pain of losing his golden core, but also being tossed into the Burial Mounds - expecting to die from that fall altogether, but somehow surviving it instead. If it wasn’t for the sword.... he would have died there. Part of him did, otherwise he never would’ve fallen to this method ---- but he was left with no other choice, and leaving Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu to inflict more pain upon others wasn’t an option. He had the means and intent to stop them, and he would.

Either way, he’d been taking his time to increase their fear of him, knowing he’s after them and being unable to stop him. He had already did quite the number on Wen Chao, who was bald and his skin was coming off. He’ll drive him entirely insane--------- he was twirling the flute in his hand casually. Drawn in by the noises of the corpes. Depending on his mood and--- but then Wei Wuxian sees who was being cornered and attacked, and the flute was put to his lips instantly. He wasn’t thinking about anything other then ensuring they don’t attack his elder brother. 

Fully concentrated, there was a darkness in his eyes that intensifies the resentful energy coming off of him and the flute in waves along with the music influencing the puppets. 

He heard Xingchen’s voice, but he didn’t respond nor pull his flute away until he had them all in his hold --- it helped that Xingchen finished them off, that brought a hint of a hollow smile to his pale face after removing the flute from his lips. Part of him wanted to call him uncle, to tease - like he had done so many times before. But another part of him didn’t have the energy to do so, he wasn’t done yet, nor would he be persuaded. He can see it, the confusion, the concern, the sadness... judgement... a sigh parts his lips. 

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How I feel about this character

listen, i’m feral for ye baiyi. i’m rewatching shl rn with a friend who’s watching for the first time, and we just finished ep 18, so you know i’m up in my yby feels. as much as i love so many characters in this series, ye baiyi might legitimately be my favorite. he’s an awful gremlin man and i love him for that, but he’s also got depth! love when i can balance rude feral energy with a deep well of sadness and regret :)

All the people I ship romantically with this character

god, idk, i mean, at the moment the only ship i have for him is his canonical yearning™ for rong changqing, and even with that i love that it’s unrequited (or at least unfulfilled). i totally would ship it requited with a rcq who wanted that, but it’s also fun for it to just be this thing he never had and also never moved on from! i like the way that shapes his character! so yeah except for rong changqing i don’t really have any other romantic ships for him (though that doesn’t mean i’d never be open to them in the future)

My non-romantic OTP for this character

man, give me all the nonromantic relationships for ye baiyi. he’s not exactly the easiest to befriend but listen, i want him to be everyone’s weird rude grandpa. i don’t know if i have one specific relationship i favor, but obviously i love him and wen kexing sniping at each other to no end, and i’ve yelled before about how i’m fascinated by him and rong-furen and their non-relationship for the past fucking. several decades. 

My unpopular opinion about this character

oh boy, i don’t know what i have that’s unpopular because i haven’t really seen many opinions about ye baiyi in general? i’m not really plugged into the fandom enough lol. uh, i’ll say that i don’t like the role he played at the end of shl; i prefer book canon where wu xi is the one to heal zhou zishu, rather than ye baiyi swooping in. i love his whole “i’m fed up, nobody’s allowed to die before me” attitude but then he immediately asks wkx to give up his life and that’s? a weird contradiction? and like i’ve seen people say “obvs he was just trolling wkx lol, since wkx lived anyway,” but the epilogue is a weird and unexplained add-on (i love it and all but it is) and the whole tone of the ending is just confusing and anyway i don’t have a good explanation for yby’s plan in the show so i prefer to just. ignore it lmao.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

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Já  olhou  para  alguém  e  pensou:  O  que  passa  na  cabeça  dela?  Ocasionalmente  este  pensamento  perpassava  a  mente  do  Cultivador  Junior  cada  vez  que  tinha  que  lidar  com  seu  tio  e  seus  não  tão  ocasionais  acessos  de  raiva.  Podia  ser  especialmente  difícil  ler  a  expressão  séria  do  Líder  da  Seita  Jiang,  mesmo  para  alguém  de  sua  confiança.  No  entanto,  depois  de  tanto  tempo  sob  sua  supervisão,  uma  coisa  ficava  bem  óbvia  para  o  jovem  mestre  Jin:  quando  ele  estava  prestes  a  perder  a  paciência.  E  nem  precisava  dizer  que  esta  era  uma  dessas  ocasiões.