highly new, slightly improved open post

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assorted morons

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optional prompts/ideas

☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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90 years later, me

[fanfavors]

[Huaisang watches him, idly fascinated still by his demeanor; casual and controlled all at once somehow. But then, as one of the many illegitimate sons (besides that one), he would have to be, wouldn't he? He has a different kind of careful about him than his half-brother does, or even Huaisang himself; like some part of him is always on the defensive.

Well, this boy has nothing to worry about when it comes to Huaisang. He won't make overtures to bully him into being at ease, please, that's the oppressive half-friendliness of every Discussion Conference; instead, they can just be here, under the tree, Xuanyu's dark hair framing his face just so in the breeze. Hmm.]

Oh- no, not this one. I bought it last month, to... [make himself feel better about his dead brother, who hated his fans, well--] to match my robes. I left the ones I painted back in my room, ah- sorry, this sort of thing is unbecoming, or so I'm told...

No worries. I'm the slowest of the slow, friend.

[diabolique]

Unbecoming?

[ Xuanyu tilts his head slightly, a sour look flickering quickly over his features. It’s a word he’s heard a lot in his life. Mostly before he came here. At least here, people only whisper behind his back and ignore him if they have no good reason to interact with him. Ah, but that look is fleeting, almost immediately replaced by a friendly smile. ]

I think it’s wonderful! How is painting fans any different from practicing calligraphy? Both take patience and skill to turn something boring into something beautiful. Isn’t that so?