Misaki-yunyun - MDZS Trash

Some basic terminology for traditional chinese clothing I made for a twitter poll. 

Most of them are called hanfu 汉服, but the qipao and a lot of other traditional chinese clothing are not necessarily called hanfu, depending on the chinese ethnic origin and era. Hanfu is just clothes from the Han ethnic group and is most widespread. References from @ziseviolet used. 

A lot of costume designs have been influenced by hanfu (eg tolkien elven clothing and star wars padme) so I thot it’d be nice to know some og terms. Hope it might help some of you.

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Theresa, u are doing the Lord's work sweetie

There’s ink staining his slim hands, his face because he keeps pushing his bangs back. In the end, Jiang Cheng ends up holding Nie Huaisang’s hair back as he finishes his fan.  - moments played in the dark, by kokirane

How come it lead this? Yu Ziyuan thought fervently, her lips trembling in anger as Jiang Fengmian refused yet again her request to watch her spar.

She could only watch him go, purples robes swaying behind him as he walked in that calm manner that Yu Ziyuan once thought was charming.

Now, everything it brought to her was frustration, anger and confusion. How dare he make her watch his back everytime she sought him!

But it was not just to her requests to spar. Everything! Every single thing she asked for him to come, he didn't even seen to consider it!

A walk around Lotus Pier, drink tea together...

Yu Ziyuan felt her fist clench painfully at her side. She wouldn't be humiliated by a man that wouldn't even explain himself to his fiancé. She didn't do anything wrong, did she?

"Hmph!" Yu Ziyuan turned her own back, not willing to take anymore of this nonsense.

------

Jiang Fengmian, for all his growing affection for the Third Lady of Meishan Yu, wouldn't, couldn't tolerate her belittling his friends.

It was not just Wei Changze, but Cangse Sanren as well!

"What a shameless, insufferable woman! How come a Cultivator as talented as her is interested in a lowly servant?! Surely, she is out of her mind."

Yu Ziyuan, as strong and firm she was, just couldn't mince her words. It was as if she didn't care about how could it affect the others around it.

And Jiang Fengmian, even though thise insults weren't directed at him, felt like he was personally offended for seven generations.

He turned his back on her, because even though he disliked this part of her, his foolishness didn't allow him to confront her directly and simply talk about it.

Perhaps, had he just come to her and spill out his feelings, his marriage wouldn't have been as badly as it ended up being.

Short...

jfm loved yzy with all his heart since back when they were young. the reason he rejected her was simple. she had called wcz a worthless servant and no, jfm wouldn’t have anyone belittling his best friend as close as a brother

She thought nothing of calling Jiang Fengmian’s servant worthless and weak when he lost in their sparing match one afternoon. She had looked over to the Jiang sect heir, expecting him to be laughing at the other mans expense with the others or smiling at her, proud that his betrothed was so skilled. She hadn’t been expecting for his eyes to be like ice.

The change had been so sudden that it shocked her. Her fiance had been nothing but wonderful to her during her families visit to Lotus Pier. He had been kind and patient and gentlemanly to her. 

But after she had mocked Wei Changze everything changed.

Okay but consider this:

-Michikatsu lowkey pretends to became depressed every time Muzan enters in just to watch Yoriichi Get Angry(tm)

-Michikatsu: *watches Muzan and Yoriichi argue*

Michikatsu: n i c e

-Yoriichi is a real kendo practitioner. He actually was to be a double for the actor supposed to be Yoriichi but then they liked his acting so much they decided to keep him as the main actor.

-Also, because some people legitimately thought he and Michikatsu were related.

-Muzan Jackson is an actual... dancer. Surprise surprise.

-He is also the king of holding petty grudges. That being sad, he Resents and Remembers Yoriichi for his ruined makeup until his last breath.

-Michikatsu is an young actor that practices Iaido as a hobby. He was initially to be Yoriichi, but after checking over the scripts, he found Kokushibo's personality (and pettiness) more amusing, thus deciding to play him.

-Michikatsu and Yoriichi's friendship is legendary. One day after meeting each other they already wore matching friendship bracelets (on Yoriichi's whim).

-They keep doing the shitty bro memes just because.

-Yoriichi: Bro, them the whole world we are bros.

Michikatsu, leaning in: *whispers* We are brow.

Yoriichi: Why did you whisper it, bro?

Michikatsu: Because you're my whole world, bro.

Yoriichi: Bro...

-(The rest of the cast: *looks at camera like they are on The Office*)

-After having to say mean lines about Yoriichi, Michikatsu became sad for a week straight.

-Likewise, Yoriichi cried at Michikatsu's 'death'.

-Muzan was losing his shit at the background the whole time.

-Michikatsu, after some time in the role, became so angry at Kokushibo he actually sucker punched himself on the face.

-The dressers and people doing the makeup weren't amused.

-They had to play the purplening mark as a injury on a battle scene.

-Yoriichi was horrified.

so I made something.. actor au

where they're shooting the kimetsu no yaiba anime and they are still, when in real life, enemies.

because one time when shooting the scene where muzan is half beaten and yoriichi is glaring at him, yoriichi had to damage some of muzan's makeup that muzan did himself.

and muzan insulted and made fun of michikatsu's “eyeballs costume” and made michikatsu sad for a while, so yoriichi dislikes muzan as well.

in this au, muzan's last name is..! jackson..*cackles*

headcanon is that michikatsu and yoriichi are like chris Hemsworth and tom hiddleston's relationships

and muzan knows now to dance ((u know what I mean

For @klashta-neali,

Xiyao

-Everything burnt down-- And Lan Xichen has ran away, leaving no explanation for his younger brother or uncle.

-Lan Xichen wasn't one to regret, but it pained him to remember that he left Lan Wangji to suffer alone (No, not alone, but Lan Qiren was far too strict on them even though Lan Xichen knew he genuinely cared for himself and his younger brother) as their home was burnt down.

-But then, even for the tragedy that happened to their home, escaping to Yunping was something he came to think as one of his best choices.

-Why? Because he met him there; a youth dressed in plain robes, a young, handsome and attractive face shining on him like the sun itself.

-Lan Xichen soon learned his name was Meng Yao (even though he was the one alongside his brother called The Twin Jades, the name ‘Jade’ was a fitting name for Meng Yao in his mind) and he helped him hide from the authorities in Yunping.

-Meng Yao lived and worked at the brothel there, and he seemed fearful if Lan Xichen would disapprove of him being at… such a ‘dirty’ place, specially because he was a cultivator, an immortal!

-But Lan Xichen didn't mind in the slightest, rather, he was worried that Meng Yao was helping him so much and he couldn't do much in return.

-Meng Yao was starry-eyed. Not only was he the most beautiful looking man he had ever met, but also the kindest.

-After being looked down at and belittled for so long for being a prostitute’s son, Meng Yao felt like Lan Xichen was a blessing from the heavens; he never once had even remotely treated him bad and genuinely saw him as an equal.

-For Meng Yao, that was the best reward he could ever ask for.

-(Albeit he had to admit Lan Xichen was rather useless in any kind of chores he tried help at. Meng Yao never thought someone could tear their own clothes accidentally through arm strength alone. But aside from that, he looked at everything with wonder at the Brothel, even at the simplest things, as if he never saw all that before.) (“Young Master--” “Please, you don't need to call me that. Meng Yao is more than enough.” “I find it disrespectful to not refer to someone who risked himself so much with equal respect, but if it is your wish, I won't question it. But, look at this comb I found isn't it pretty--”)

-(Of course, Lan Xichen returned it to its owner, a medium-ranking prostitute with light eyes and high cheekbones, but he was so impressed he just had to show it to Meng Yao, who was amused at this display of… child-like curiosity. He almost wondered if all the immortals were like that, but-- Lan Xichen was Lan Xichen, so of course he was who he was.)

-For Lan Huan, Meng Yao was someone to be admired, no matter the circumstances of his birth.

-He was a hard-working youth with bright eyes and a brilliant mind, someone that could see so much more than the dirty floor of the Brothel he had always to clean (not that Lan Xichen found it dishonorable by any means; Meng Yao was capable of things Lan Xichen couldn't and knew much, even if they were simply or meaningless in Meng Yao’s own opinion. But Lan Xichen had said that no knowledge was meaningless and Meng Yao become silent for a few moments, only to then smile and say he was right), and Lan Xichen wanted to help Meng Yao, not simply because he was indebted to him, but because he liked him.

-Lan Xichen liked, because how could he not? Meng Yao was gentle, kind, fierce, strong-willed and smart-- but it was not a friends or siblings’ like, no, it was different.

-His brotherly love for Lan Wangji was much stronger, he was his younger brother he watched grow up and cherished since an infant after all, but the feelings he had for Meng Yao were different, but no less beautiful.

-Lan Xichen found himself staring dreamily at Meng Yao’s face, when he washed clothes, or when was speaking, or when was smiling joyfully, or when he was laughing freely, rather than the reserved chuckle he normally used.

-Lan Xichen knew there was something… strange with this, at the way his eyes followed Meng Yao’s figure or when his eyes would became half-lidded in fondness as his cheeks would be dusted in a light pink.

-He didn't particularly care. If Meng Yao was the one, man or not, son of a prostitute or not, why should he push those feelings aside? He was more than glad in being a part of Meng Yao’s life, even if briefly, even if he would eventually just become just a memory.

-He didn't want to abandon Meng Yao, no, not at this point. But he would eventually have to, his Sect, his brother and uncle were waiting, after all.

-It hurt, to have to choose, but he had only been with Meng Yao for such a short time in his life (for he was a cultivator, and years were nothing than a small time, and so were months), and he had been at his Sect his whole life until then.

-Surely, Meng Yao knew this. But… did he notice his romantic feelings for him? Meng Yao was a perceptive person, after all.

-But Meng Yao ever did notice, then he never once spoke about it, always meeting his eyes in a lightly fashion and blinking, asking if there was something wrong.

-Lan Xichen would calmly smile and say no, there was nothing wrong.

-Accidentally taking a sip of a cup must have been a… bad idea, perhaps. The (in)famous Lan’s (almost non existent, to be entirely fair) tolerance to alcohol was inconvenient in a situation like that.

-Of course, Lan Xichen thought it was water, but even that was enough to make him drunk.

-It was night, stars shining brightly on the sky, moon round and silver as it gave its light to the darkest of the places.

-So, when Meng Yao walked in after a while and saw a dozing, oddly cheerful Zewu-Jun with fair cheek pink, he didn't held back his thoughts.

-“A-Yao…” “Zewu-Jun? Just what…?” “Don't worry!!! I am alright, alright!!!”

-To say Meng Yao was confused was a given, but soon his confusion turned in amusement.

-“Are you…” “Hey, hey!!! A-Yao, I think you're beautiful!!!” “... What did you say?”

-Meng Yao was fairly shocked, but not because of someone praising his looks (no, he was self-aware enough to know his face was handsome enough even if it didn't do much for him), but because Lan Xichen of all people said so. After all, no looks could ever surpass those of Zewu-Jun’s, surely, and why would he acknowledge it, at all?

-“You know, I really like you!!! I don't want to-- to leave you!!!” “Ah…” “Will A-Yao forgive me? Surely, someday, I will return to you, if I live--” “Don't say that. You will live.” “...Yes.”

-Lan Xichen suddenly looked strangely down. Meng Yao wondered if the alcohol was making him feel strange, because now he very sure the other was drunk, but... how much did he drank to reach this point…?

-The evening passed in silence, then, and Meng Yao helped Lan Xichen reach the bed.

-Meng Yao thought it better to not comment about the previous night when morning come and Lan Xichen woke, offering him some herbs to help with possible hangover.

-Lan Xichen smiled and said it was fine, but Meng Yao insisted.

- “Young Master Meng…” “I told you, Meng Yao is alright and---”

-Didn't you call me A-Yao last night?

- “???” “... No, it's nothing.” “By looking at your eyes, it doesn't seems to be nothing. Tell me, are we not friends?” “It’s…”

-Meng Yao shook his head.

- “Please, don't concern yourself over it, Zewu-Jun. It's nothing important, really.”

-Lan Xichen didn't look convinced (Meng Yao swore there was a hint of sadness in his eyes), but let it go, if just for now.

-“I thank you for all of your help and time, Youn- Meng Yao.” “No, I should be the one to thank you. All the time I spent with you is something I won't ever forget in this lifetime.”

-Lan Xichen smiled, eyelids lowering in half-fondness, half-sadness.

-“I am glad to have met you, Meng Yao.” “... Call me A-Yao.”

-Lan Xichen blinked, then looked back at the youth, hair half tied up in a ponytail (so short in comparison to Lan Huan’s own waist-length hair) and robes in the colors of plain brown and slight grimy white.

-Lan Xichen placed the smiled back on and walked towards Meng Yao, taking the other’s hands on his own two and covering them, almost in a confession-like fashion.

-“... A-Yao, meeting was like a blessing to me. Never I knew someone like you before and I won't know someone else in the future. I… have to leave now, but I will return to you, one day. So, for now, have this.”

-Lan Xichen placed a white jade stone on Meng Yao’s hands, then took one of his hand and covered the stone with it.

-“I am aware it is not much, but if you ever can, it will grant you passage to the Cloud Recess.”

-Lan Xichen helds the other hands tightly, shutting his eyes for a moment. Then, he let out a breath, smiling (always the friendly, approachable smile, but this time there was something different about it, something… more passionate), Lan Xichen brought Meng Yao’s hands to his lips, then kissed then tenderly.

- “A-Yao… I won't say those words now, but in the future, I promise I will pay you back.”

-Meng Yao’s eyes widened, and he could only observe as Lan Xichen slowly let go of his hands (calloused and somewhat rough from all the housework he did at the brothel), and turned on his heels, painfully slowly parting their ways then as Meng Yao could only watch Lan Xichen’s back, figure fading aways as he moved on.

-Meng Yao let one of his arms fall to his side, his other hand tightly gripping the stone Lan Xichen had gifted him with, but he smiled.

-Meng Yao raised the hand close to his chest, mumbling words only himself could hear then.

-“Zewu-jun, I am eternally grateful to meet you.”

-He was the reason he decided to ally himself to the QingheNie Sect and raise himself to become someone worthy to be with Lan Xichen, even if it just one of the reasons.

I hope you can enjoy it! ^^''