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Entry tags:
- ashes of love: runyu,
- dance of the phoenix: yu mingye,
- handsome siblings: jiang xiaoyu,
- inuyasha: sesshomaru,
- mo dao zu shi: wei wuxian,
- she who became the sun: esen,
- she who became the sun: ouyang,
- the greenhollow duology: henry silver,
- the untamed: jiang yanli,
- the untamed: jin ling,
- the untamed: nie huaisang,
- word of honor: gu xiang,
- word of honor: wen kexing,
- word of honor: wu xi,
- word of honor: zhang chengling,
- word of honor: zhou zishu
( open ) February catch-all
β Who: Wei Wuxian, Wen Kexing, Ouyang, Henry Silver AND YOU!
β What: February catch-all
β When: February
β Where: various
β Warnings: will be added to threads as needed
Wei Wuxian
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Wen Kexing
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Ouyang
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Henry Silver
β What: February catch-all
β When: February
β Where: various
β Warnings: will be added to threads as needed
Wei Wuxian
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Wen Kexing
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Ouyang
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Henry Silver
Wei Wuxian
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At least one day a week finds Wei Wuxian at his favorite noodle shop in Yoshiwara. Today happens to be that day. Heβs dressed in his usual black and red hanfu, long hair tied back with a few feathers sticking out at odd angles. They donβt take well to efforts at being contained. If Wei Wuxian cares about that at all it doesnβt show. Heβs sitting by himself, chatting happily with the server (maybe even flirting a little). She already knows his order because, well, heβs there every week at least once. A regular, basically.
It isnβt much longer before the server returns with a jug of rice wine and a bowl of spicy noodles. He smiles brightly, pouring himself a dish of wine before happily slurping at his noodles. Itβs definitely not as good as something his shijie would make, but itβs good enough to remind him of home. Heβs about halfway through his dish before he notices another patron who seems to be struggling with the menu.
βI recommend the dandan noodles,β he offers unprompted.
πΌπ‘'π πΊππππ ππ π π»ππππ¦ (πΏπ’πππ) πππ€ ππππ (ota)
Celebrations for the New Year make Wei Wuxian feel more at home than he has since his arrival in Nippon. He can be found in Zhongguo Town enjoying the various shops and wares. Especially the food stalls. Any samples being offered are tried and heβs definitely walking around with a bag of mooncakes he may or may not be willing to share.
He joins the others lining the streets to watch the parade, grinning widely as the lion dancers go by. The colorful streamers and familiar dances help him forget heβs in a strange world celebrating a familiar holiday. And when evening falls, Wei Wuxian seeks out a quiet place to watch the fireworksβ¦ maybe with someone special (heβs looking at you, Lan Zhan).
πβπ πππππ π»πππ πππ π‘βπ πππππ¦ (ota, potentially nsfw)cw: nudity
Wei Wuxianβs been a fixture at Sakuranbo since he arrived in Nipponβ about a year ago by his reckoning. A year and the only thing thatβs changed about him is the appearance of black feathers throughout his long black hair. Itβs a recent change, too, one some might notice if theyβve been regulars at the voyeur club. They barely change his profile since he wears his hair down at the club.
Itβs another evening at work so, Wei Wuxian finds himself in a private area with a screen between him and his patron. Everything has to be dramatic to come across in shadow, so he makes a slow, teasing show of untying the fastens of his robes. Turning his back to the screen, he rolls his shoulder, prompting the robe to slide down revealing the first glimpse of bare skin (should the patron be watching through a hole). The whole striptease lasts a matter of minutes until Wei Wuxian is kneeling behind the screen, long black hair spilling over pale skin. He glances over his shoulder to the shadow of the patron and flashes a sultry smile.
βAny requests?β
Noodles!
There's a crack of a smile out of Xiaoyu and he laughs," Are you assuming that I like spicy things?"
Re: Noodles!
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Noodles
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"What are you doing?"
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( closed to Lan Wangji )
"Lan Zhan~ Where should I put these?"
<3 <3 <3
"Wei Ying..." he goes to the other man without thinking, taking the boxes from his arms and setting them aside. Then he welcomes his lover with a soft kiss.
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Wen Kexing
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Does anyone have any cold weather recipes theyβd be willing to share? Soups, stews, other hot meals that can be shared.
π΄ πΏππ‘π‘ππ πππβπ‘ ππ’π ππ (ota)
Itβs been a while since Wen Kexing touched his xiao. He often listens to Yu Mingye play from that damned tree he loves so much he practically lives in. Not that he minds, really. Itβs pleasant to hear the music. This particular evening, he decides to make some of his own. Not at Four Seasons Manor, though. Wen Kexing settles himself in a park just before sunset and begins to play a tune that any within earshot will find soothing.
πΏπ’πππ πππ€ ππππ (open to Four Season Manor)
Wen Kexing doesnβt need an excuse to wrap himself in red, but if he did need one New Year is as good as any. He spent the morning cleaning and decorating Four Seasons Manor in traditional red decorations. He even prepared red envelopes to give to A-Xiang and Chengling (stuffed full of Zishuβs money). Once midday approaches, his work is done and so he begins preparations for phase two of his New Year plan: cooking.
He spends half the day in the kitchen, harrying out anyone who dares try to interrupt before his master plan is complete. By the time even comes, Wen Kexingβs paid out a large blanket and lit a fire in the firepit on their grounds. It is still winter, after all. He spreads out the foodstuffs heβs spent the afternoon making and gathers his nearest and dearest, all bundled for the weather, for a New Year celebration.
πΈπππ π βππππ ππππ π’ ππ? (closed to Zhou Zishu)
Trying foreign foods isnβt something Wen Kexing thought would make him happy but sitting across the table from his beloved husband with the giant dish of ice cream between them set his nine white fox tails wagging. He leans forward in his chair, white hair in sharp relief against his deep red hanfu. His ears are perked up as he accepts a spoonful of the sweet treat. His face scrunches up in delight as the mix of textures from the fruit and the smooth cream dance on his tongue.
Taste of the Town
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Lunar New Year
She's dressed up nice and warm when he drags them all out to the firepit. She does, however, give him a soft smile. Everything smelled good.
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Lunar New Year
So he waits patiently.
"Wow," Chengling says when he sees the spread the other had created. He runs up to Kexing and gives him a hug whether the older man likes it or not.
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Night Music
He'll save any speaking for when the other is done.
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Closed prompt!
Scooping up another generous spoonful, he leans in to accept the one offered to him and hums. "It's almost too sweet," he murmurs, but obviously is quite content to keep eating. After being unable to taste or smell anything for a while...getting to now is the best treat of all.
happy foxes :3
so cuuuuuuuute
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General Ouyang
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Though he isnβt the General of the Prince of Henanβs armies in this place, he still values his status as a warrior. He may not look it at first glance, being quite a short and slight man, but he didnβt become a general by being weak or favored. And pride wonβt let him forget himself just because this place is soft and gentle.
So he practices, every day, going through the motions to block, defend, and attack with the sword. He has a favorite spot: a clearing in a park. It doesnβt bother him if others see him. In fact, he chose a public place in hopes of luring out a sparring partner or two.
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It doesnβt take long for Ouyang to pack up the room heβs been living out of. His belongings could fit in one small bag. He has only clothes and his armor. The garments he packs neatly, the armor he dons for his walk to his new home. What a sight he must seem in his gleaming, mirror-bright armor, sword at his hip, bow on his back, and a box clutched in his hands. Whatever stares he might get, he ignores.
Today is a happy day. Today he moves in with his two most beloved people. Ouyang knocks politely and, once heβs inside, begins the process of stripping out of the armor. It was easier to wear it than to carry or pack the many pieces that comprise it. Heβs careful in storing it; though itβs not needed in Nippon, Ouyang treasures it.
βThank you both for having me.β
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He hasnβt been much of a social creature since arriving. Things are different now and Ouyangfeels different. Maybe it has something to do with affairs in his personal life or the move into a new space, but he feels refreshed. Which sends him out exploring areas heβs yet to see. Which, in turn, brings him to the Antenna America restaurant. Heβs less interested in the fruity cakes and strange food than trying the beer. He seems in a good mood, maybe you should join him for a drink.
Moving Day
Ouyang was special to them both. Someone to be loved, cherished, and coveted. A strong, handsome, warrior. Someone that he would fight for if it came down to it. So, knowing that the other was on his way it takes a lot for him not to pace. Or to shift. The last thing he needed was something painful.
When their warrior does knock he uses his dark energy to pull open the door and his smile brightens a bit more seeing Ouyang. Sure, he could just pull the other to him like he did before, but he doesn't. He wants Ouyang to be comfortable.
So, there's a softness to Mingye's features even as he moves over to Ouyang," I'm going to kiss you." It was much like when they'd been under the tree, when the other's cat features started showing. He gives Ouyang an out even as he leans in to press lips against his. Of course, he also moves back a bit to allow Runyu to greet their handsome warrior too.
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Sparring
He has Suihua on him and he comes across Ouyang in the park. He stands to the side, watching him and his technique. It's similar to what he knows but different.
He considers joining him but isn't totally sure if the other wants a sparring partner and he doesn't want to speak and distract him.
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Sparring except not
He claps, playfully, when it seems Ouyang is winding down.
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Antenna
He hesitates when he sees Ouyang, should he leave quietly or chance breaching the space that he's been giving him. His brows are furrowed as he tries to figure out what the best choice is here.
Of course, he stands out, so it would be easy for Ouyang to see him before he has a chance to make a decision either way.
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Sparring
He is resting against a tree, watching Ouyang through slit lids. The wind occasionally ruffles the fur on his shoulder, but otherwise he doesn't move.
"Why do you fight?"
Does this man know something he doesn't? Sesshomaru's voice isn't loud, but it carries, the deep tone rumbling ominously. He has been searching for the gods of this place, but thus far, he has been unsuccessful.
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Henry Silver
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Ever the curious creature, Silver finds he must try out these steam-cycles. It takes a while for him to get the hang of piloting it and heβs by no means what one could say is good at it. But he can do well enough to keep from crashing into things and other steam-cycles.
Silver is still utterly enamored with everything Nippon has to offer, including the local yokai. Which leads him to, of course, attempt a rescue of the tiny Bakeneko. Itβs not an easy task and the cat yokai seems to be a little averse to being rescued (not that Silver makes for a good hero anyway). Heβs certainly worse for wear when he finally gets the Bakeneko to the ground.
After introductions are made (because Silver is a gentleman!), he turns to the nearest passer-by and comments, βWell, that was odd.β
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The food is somewhat familiar, as is the language (though there is an accent to his English ears). Silverβs enjoying the bar food and the happy hour drink specials. For a thin guy, he seems to be able to put away the beer. Of course, he has no preternatural abilities to ward against drunkenness ad he finds himself much more chatty than usual with any stranger who happens to be nearby. Silver even nudges his plate of fries close and asks, βWant to share?β
Heβs also willing to pretend to be someoneβs partner if they want to share a bowl of ice cream.