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i come humbly to this forum to gauge the interest of a xianxia story. i had the thought of making a proper interest check, but i haven't seen many rps of this kind being advertised here so this felt appropriate to do first!
what is xianxia/wuxia/xuanhuan?
looking for . . .
thank you for reading! if something like this interests you, leave a message! feel free to drop a writing sample & a plot idea.
some of my (outdated) writing samples relating to these genres:
i come humbly to this forum to gauge the interest of a xianxia story. i had the thought of making a proper interest check, but i haven't seen many rps of this kind being advertised here so this felt appropriate to do first!
what is xianxia/wuxia/xuanhuan?
✦ disclaimer: i'm not the most experienced! i've read mostly parodies, but they are popular setting for webnovels & i find myself coming back to them for rps :')
✦ link to glossary: Glossary of Terms in Wuxia, Xianxia & Xuanhuan Novels
✦ if you're interested in learning more, let me know! i'll share all i know ^^
looking for . . .
✦ a casual group of about 4-6 people!
✦ attention to detail & realistic world building
✧ ( i love thinking about side characters & the mundane life an npc of a cultivation sect might lead; if those are the little details you enjoy including in your post, we'll get along well! )
✦ brainstorm friendly
✦ art friendly
✧ not too comfortable using real life people for characters
✦ 18+ writers
disclaimer . . .✦ my knowledge of chinese history extends to one rotk rp i went in blind to when i was 12
✦ i love making things look cute - count on me to make our rp look nice!
✦ not interested in a heavy focus on fighting or power progression -- i love nuance, slice of life, & drama!
✦ cannot promise consistency, but can promise an honest attempt
✧ i feel as though if i admit this early on, i can set our expectations accordingly
thank you for reading! if something like this interests you, leave a message! feel free to drop a writing sample & a plot idea.
some of my (outdated) writing samples relating to these genres:
Aug 12, 2021 at 4:25pm QuoteEditlikePost OptionsPost by hearmeo3t on Aug 12, 2021 at 4:25pm
“Ah, apologies.”
“Ah…” With a sigh, a tall, but slouching man waved off a passerby who’d pushed past him as turned to leave a food stall, only to be stumbled into again by someone else. This time, however, the treat he’d just bought was caught in the crossfire & knocked out of his hold! So the man had made a mistake in coming out tonight, it seemed. When he looked down to mourn his loss, he spotted a smidge of sauce that had just then stained the woven hemp of his shirt, ‘Do these people walk without eyes? Seriously…’
This man, Huang Fengye, was a local cultivator, studying with a renown sect somewhat near this town, simply looking for a change of atmosphere. There was no doubt in his mind that others shared his thinking, as he could’ve sworn he’d spotted a familiar face or two in the crowds. Earlier that week, the upcoming festival had taken over the conversations of passing disciples within his sect. Fengye couldn’t take a step beyond his quarters without hearing about it, so when the topic had reached his own circles, he decided to take the hint the world had sent him. He’d been getting inexplicably stuck in research, more often than usually & it irked him to no end, which brought him out here tonight.
In his current state, he tried to pass as one of the locals. It had been awhile since he’d worn civilian’s clothing; the irritation to his skin reminded him all night why that was. Even wearing his hair up & having the bun flop about when he moved was a nuisance. Still, he felt that dressing down that evening was only necessary so as not to disrupt the festivities. The sight of cultivators tended to suggest trouble in the area, after all.
The way he was being that night was rather uncharacteristic for him. He couldn’t remember the last time he was possessed to do something he liked & without people around him to keep up appearances; there really was no pressure tonight. Such relief made him feel light that night, though that may have been the drink he’d had earlier in the spirit of the festival.
When he felt the streets he’d been wandering during the boat races fill back up, he ambled towards the now-thinning crowd near the river. Though without meaning to, he walked with a lour that lifted as a flurry of vibrant silks twirled around a particular figure dancing before a new crowd he’d now found himself a part of.
As she danced, Fengye had taken to clapping & whooping along to a forming rhythm, the sight of the man now not unlike an overgrown boy. Though he couldn’t say how long the little show lasted, he felt it ended much too soon. The crowd groaned & sighed when the little dancer before them started to slow down after accepting a couple drinks from people egging her on. Still, Fengye was having a nice little time & it seemed the rest were too, as a few bold men took her place in the middle & Fengye kept to clapping along with their drunken stomping.
When he’d been bumped into by the lady stumbling past the mass to take her leave, he gave a short yelp. See, when Fengye smiled, the tip of his tongue tended to stick itself between his bite & so he bit it!
He whipped his head to try to catch sight of her, earning himself a couple pushes from the crowd for faltering suddenly. First his food, then the stain, and then this? This age of people really had no manners, it seemed! This was too much for one night! Fengye called after her, “You… Get back here!”
He pushed through & followed her to the pier with a quick pace, the tails of bright silk betraying her escape. When he’d caught up, the sight of her simply relaxing by the pier made him huff. The nerve! Were she perhaps in a better state of him, she might have been able to notice him approaching but he darted away as soon as she could have. He fell on his behind with a large rustling sound of whatever foliage or object he tried to take cover behind. He tried to collect himself & put together what he’d just seen: the lady became a snake before his very eyes, it would seem.
Had it spotted him? He’d approached way too loudly, as he hadn’t thought to have been on his guard, so it was possible. Perhaps against his better judgement, he crept out from his cover to take a second glance at the thing.
It was… wriggling? He tried to make sense of what was happening before him. It didn’t seem to notice him and he couldn’t help but think the festival’s staple of realgar was the reason as to why, but that wasn’t the breakthrough to be had here as that much felt obvious when he’d realized it. Why was she out tonight of all nights? Annoyance struck him at the thought of having been crossed by such a stupid serpent. He watched with a furrowed brow as she slunk away; he then came out from his hiding place to stand with his hands at his hips.
He wasn’t suicidal, so he didn’t immediately approach, but the thought crossed him. Oh, he was tempted. At this point, he didn’t concern himself as to whether or not he’d been caught, since he somehow knew he’d be safe even if she weren’t in the state she was now. His attention instead fell to the giant coil of skin she’d left behind. Assuming she was smart enough to not make a sudden movement so close to the festival, she must’ve still been close, he figured. If he came out now, maybe he’d be confronted & he could take her out right then and there.
That seemed fine, he decided. With little care to his step, Fengye approached the coil, looking around him and waving about, “Well then… Come out!”
He stood like that for a while, feeling a bit silly when no reply came. He tutted and crouched down to the shedding left out in the open. As it was, the coil was much too big to just carry. The man pulled at what he could and tore off a piece small enough to keep. If this encounter turned out to be fruitless, at least he’d have this, he thought, frowning at the bit of shedding. He’d find some use for it.
Stuffing it into a pocket, he straightened up and gave another look around. The pier was dimly lit from the night’s festivities and it was far from quiet. The air was full with the sounds of people, the cicadas, and the water below, but somehow Fengye heard a rustling just within the trees near the river. Had the circumstances that led him here been different, he would’ve thought nothing of it. Since they weren’t, Fengye crept toward the sound with a hand hovering above his pocket.
In the foot of a tree slept the dancer from before, her silks now a blanket around her. Not much time had passed at all, how did someone pass out so easily and after having so little to drink? Fengye’s head only pulsed at the thought of such simpleness taking him away from his evening. He could turn back, yes, but he felt he’d seen all there was to see that night at the festival. Not only that, but some scholar he’d be if he were to turn away such a grand prize. Still, in this state, there wasn’t much prize to be brought at all: the serpent was now just a human.
“Wakey-wakey… Come on, lady,” Fengye squatted down at her side to poke at her with a tiny branch from the ground.
“Ah, apologies.”
“Ah…” With a sigh, a tall, but slouching man waved off a passerby who’d pushed past him as turned to leave a food stall, only to be stumbled into again by someone else. This time, however, the treat he’d just bought was caught in the crossfire & knocked out of his hold! So the man had made a mistake in coming out tonight, it seemed. When he looked down to mourn his loss, he spotted a smidge of sauce that had just then stained the woven hemp of his shirt, ‘Do these people walk without eyes? Seriously…’
This man, Huang Fengye, was a local cultivator, studying with a renown sect somewhat near this town, simply looking for a change of atmosphere. There was no doubt in his mind that others shared his thinking, as he could’ve sworn he’d spotted a familiar face or two in the crowds. Earlier that week, the upcoming festival had taken over the conversations of passing disciples within his sect. Fengye couldn’t take a step beyond his quarters without hearing about it, so when the topic had reached his own circles, he decided to take the hint the world had sent him. He’d been getting inexplicably stuck in research, more often than usually & it irked him to no end, which brought him out here tonight.
In his current state, he tried to pass as one of the locals. It had been awhile since he’d worn civilian’s clothing; the irritation to his skin reminded him all night why that was. Even wearing his hair up & having the bun flop about when he moved was a nuisance. Still, he felt that dressing down that evening was only necessary so as not to disrupt the festivities. The sight of cultivators tended to suggest trouble in the area, after all.
The way he was being that night was rather uncharacteristic for him. He couldn’t remember the last time he was possessed to do something he liked & without people around him to keep up appearances; there really was no pressure tonight. Such relief made him feel light that night, though that may have been the drink he’d had earlier in the spirit of the festival.
When he felt the streets he’d been wandering during the boat races fill back up, he ambled towards the now-thinning crowd near the river. Though without meaning to, he walked with a lour that lifted as a flurry of vibrant silks twirled around a particular figure dancing before a new crowd he’d now found himself a part of.
As she danced, Fengye had taken to clapping & whooping along to a forming rhythm, the sight of the man now not unlike an overgrown boy. Though he couldn’t say how long the little show lasted, he felt it ended much too soon. The crowd groaned & sighed when the little dancer before them started to slow down after accepting a couple drinks from people egging her on. Still, Fengye was having a nice little time & it seemed the rest were too, as a few bold men took her place in the middle & Fengye kept to clapping along with their drunken stomping.
When he’d been bumped into by the lady stumbling past the mass to take her leave, he gave a short yelp. See, when Fengye smiled, the tip of his tongue tended to stick itself between his bite & so he bit it!
He whipped his head to try to catch sight of her, earning himself a couple pushes from the crowd for faltering suddenly. First his food, then the stain, and then this? This age of people really had no manners, it seemed! This was too much for one night! Fengye called after her, “You… Get back here!”
He pushed through & followed her to the pier with a quick pace, the tails of bright silk betraying her escape. When he’d caught up, the sight of her simply relaxing by the pier made him huff. The nerve! Were she perhaps in a better state of him, she might have been able to notice him approaching but he darted away as soon as she could have. He fell on his behind with a large rustling sound of whatever foliage or object he tried to take cover behind. He tried to collect himself & put together what he’d just seen: the lady became a snake before his very eyes, it would seem.
Had it spotted him? He’d approached way too loudly, as he hadn’t thought to have been on his guard, so it was possible. Perhaps against his better judgement, he crept out from his cover to take a second glance at the thing.
It was… wriggling? He tried to make sense of what was happening before him. It didn’t seem to notice him and he couldn’t help but think the festival’s staple of realgar was the reason as to why, but that wasn’t the breakthrough to be had here as that much felt obvious when he’d realized it. Why was she out tonight of all nights? Annoyance struck him at the thought of having been crossed by such a stupid serpent. He watched with a furrowed brow as she slunk away; he then came out from his hiding place to stand with his hands at his hips.
He wasn’t suicidal, so he didn’t immediately approach, but the thought crossed him. Oh, he was tempted. At this point, he didn’t concern himself as to whether or not he’d been caught, since he somehow knew he’d be safe even if she weren’t in the state she was now. His attention instead fell to the giant coil of skin she’d left behind. Assuming she was smart enough to not make a sudden movement so close to the festival, she must’ve still been close, he figured. If he came out now, maybe he’d be confronted & he could take her out right then and there.
That seemed fine, he decided. With little care to his step, Fengye approached the coil, looking around him and waving about, “Well then… Come out!”
He stood like that for a while, feeling a bit silly when no reply came. He tutted and crouched down to the shedding left out in the open. As it was, the coil was much too big to just carry. The man pulled at what he could and tore off a piece small enough to keep. If this encounter turned out to be fruitless, at least he’d have this, he thought, frowning at the bit of shedding. He’d find some use for it.
Stuffing it into a pocket, he straightened up and gave another look around. The pier was dimly lit from the night’s festivities and it was far from quiet. The air was full with the sounds of people, the cicadas, and the water below, but somehow Fengye heard a rustling just within the trees near the river. Had the circumstances that led him here been different, he would’ve thought nothing of it. Since they weren’t, Fengye crept toward the sound with a hand hovering above his pocket.
In the foot of a tree slept the dancer from before, her silks now a blanket around her. Not much time had passed at all, how did someone pass out so easily and after having so little to drink? Fengye’s head only pulsed at the thought of such simpleness taking him away from his evening. He could turn back, yes, but he felt he’d seen all there was to see that night at the festival. Not only that, but some scholar he’d be if he were to turn away such a grand prize. Still, in this state, there wasn’t much prize to be brought at all: the serpent was now just a human.
“Wakey-wakey… Come on, lady,” Fengye squatted down at her side to poke at her with a tiny branch from the ground.
The thought of the Spiritual Heart Fruit held Yan Huiyin's attention during that address. When she was a girl, such things were only of stories & the like. Ever since she's come to Zuigao, it's seemed even the wildest things have all come true. Today, it was the Spiritual Heart Fruit. The mention of it rang familiar; she thought maybe she'd heard of it last year. Back then, she'd had to watch as her shijie left her to take residence at the middle peak.
In terms of martial ability, she was about a year or two's worth of training behind the cusp of being able to take this exam comfortably. With this fruit, however... Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? It seemed the girl beside her, likely 3 or 4 years her junior, shared this idea with her. To her left, she heard an audible gasp. "Is it true..?"
When the attendance was dismissed & the more brutish of the students left immediately for the forest, Yan Huiyin found herself holding back the thin wrist of this little shimei who tugged to join them. In a harsh tone, she told the girl, "If you can't even escape me, how can you expect to escape those spirit beasts?"
Having said this, she felt the girl slump & slightly pull her down. "A-Yan..." The girl whined. Faintly, she felt her brows raise. She knew her? Every time one of these addresses happened, it always surprised Yan Huiyin who tended to recognize her, while she couldn't even place a syllable to their faces. To Yan Huiyin, everybody tended to be a "you" or something of the like.
Never mind that. "Come on. At least have a pill before you leave," said Yan Huiyin, to which the little shimei happily obliged.
It seemed they weren't the only ones with this idea as, by the time the two got to the shop, the line had grown significantly. Chatter filled the air &, soon, one conversation — if it could even be called that — rang clearer above the rest's.
The nerve! Yan Huiyin shared a gasp with the smaller girl next to her. Hearing the retorts of the two boys at odds, they'd taken a moment to rubberneck towards the commotion. It was Lu Xue!
There wasn't a Zuigao disciple that didn't at least know of the prodigious Lu Xue. With this kind of celebrity, came knowing at least rumors of his past also came with that, though no one dared entertain the idea, at least not to his face. For somebody to blatantly announce that... Yan Huiyin felt her jaw clench on behalf of Lu Xue. Nothing was more annoying that those who couldn't act in accordance with civility.
Feng Tai, Lu Xue had said.
It was decided: Yan Huiyin didn't like this Feng Tai. Of course, none of this was easily shown outwardly. The girl beside her did share her thoughts, though. "To speak so plainly with Lu-shizhi... No wonder he walks alone everywhere. You know, this shimei has seen that Feng Tai before; he's always brooding."
The girl gave a nudge with her elbow, "Will A-Yan stop 'em?"
Yan Huiyin almost sneered, "A-Yan would die. Look at them."
"Oh, don't say that." It was true, though. The tension between them could cut stone. To even suggest getting between them was an idiot's idea & a death wish; Yan Huiyin eyed this passing "friend" of her with a bit of disdain at the mention of putting a stop to this herself. Truth be told, they were only talking because they'd happened to stand together during the address. She'd remember this little transgression: the suggestion.
However, the sight did bother her. Only brutes fought before elders &, even more so, in front of the damned shop! Compared to the two, there was no doubt in Yan Huiyin's mind that they surpassed her martial ability; one was a prized disciple & the other an idiot who dared pick a fight with said disciple. That alone made that Feng Tai dangerous.
If there was something that she had over the two, it was the fact that they weren't currently looking at her. Her mind sharp from it being midday & not yet bogged down from afternoon lessons, she turned to the smaller girl & urged, "Could Xiao-shimei share a snack?"
"What, I don't — hey!" In a gentle lunge, she reached into the other girl's sleeve & held up the pouch of huamei to her, a bit accusatorily. This troublesome girl... Lying: another transgression for Yan Huiyin to note. If there was one thing she knew about the younger disciples, it was that little things to nibble on between lessons weren't often far from their person.
This shimei gave a light half-laugh & plucked a plum from the pouch, plopping it into her mouth. Accepting the loss of her huamei, she asked, "A-Yan's not hungry, is she? Are you thinking perhaps they are?"
"Hm, maybe." Plucking one of the dried plums from its pouch, she held it up before a squinting eye. To consider Lu Xue as the target would've been social suicide, but this gloomy boy... Well, it didn't take much thought. Having lived in the sect for a little over half her life now, she'd gathered enough social points to be in a position to spare some with this little action. It wasn't often that she lashed out, if this could even have been called such. The thought of what was to come made her pull her furred collar up to her cheek, muffling a titter.
In a light motion, Yan Huiyin took aim & tossed the plum at that Feng Tai's temple.
In terms of martial ability, she was about a year or two's worth of training behind the cusp of being able to take this exam comfortably. With this fruit, however... Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? It seemed the girl beside her, likely 3 or 4 years her junior, shared this idea with her. To her left, she heard an audible gasp. "Is it true..?"
When the attendance was dismissed & the more brutish of the students left immediately for the forest, Yan Huiyin found herself holding back the thin wrist of this little shimei who tugged to join them. In a harsh tone, she told the girl, "If you can't even escape me, how can you expect to escape those spirit beasts?"
Having said this, she felt the girl slump & slightly pull her down. "A-Yan..." The girl whined. Faintly, she felt her brows raise. She knew her? Every time one of these addresses happened, it always surprised Yan Huiyin who tended to recognize her, while she couldn't even place a syllable to their faces. To Yan Huiyin, everybody tended to be a "you" or something of the like.
Never mind that. "Come on. At least have a pill before you leave," said Yan Huiyin, to which the little shimei happily obliged.
It seemed they weren't the only ones with this idea as, by the time the two got to the shop, the line had grown significantly. Chatter filled the air &, soon, one conversation — if it could even be called that — rang clearer above the rest's.
The nerve! Yan Huiyin shared a gasp with the smaller girl next to her. Hearing the retorts of the two boys at odds, they'd taken a moment to rubberneck towards the commotion. It was Lu Xue!
There wasn't a Zuigao disciple that didn't at least know of the prodigious Lu Xue. With this kind of celebrity, came knowing at least rumors of his past also came with that, though no one dared entertain the idea, at least not to his face. For somebody to blatantly announce that... Yan Huiyin felt her jaw clench on behalf of Lu Xue. Nothing was more annoying that those who couldn't act in accordance with civility.
Feng Tai, Lu Xue had said.
It was decided: Yan Huiyin didn't like this Feng Tai. Of course, none of this was easily shown outwardly. The girl beside her did share her thoughts, though. "To speak so plainly with Lu-shizhi... No wonder he walks alone everywhere. You know, this shimei has seen that Feng Tai before; he's always brooding."
The girl gave a nudge with her elbow, "Will A-Yan stop 'em?"
Yan Huiyin almost sneered, "A-Yan would die. Look at them."
"Oh, don't say that." It was true, though. The tension between them could cut stone. To even suggest getting between them was an idiot's idea & a death wish; Yan Huiyin eyed this passing "friend" of her with a bit of disdain at the mention of putting a stop to this herself. Truth be told, they were only talking because they'd happened to stand together during the address. She'd remember this little transgression: the suggestion.
However, the sight did bother her. Only brutes fought before elders &, even more so, in front of the damned shop! Compared to the two, there was no doubt in Yan Huiyin's mind that they surpassed her martial ability; one was a prized disciple & the other an idiot who dared pick a fight with said disciple. That alone made that Feng Tai dangerous.
If there was something that she had over the two, it was the fact that they weren't currently looking at her. Her mind sharp from it being midday & not yet bogged down from afternoon lessons, she turned to the smaller girl & urged, "Could Xiao-shimei share a snack?"
"What, I don't — hey!" In a gentle lunge, she reached into the other girl's sleeve & held up the pouch of huamei to her, a bit accusatorily. This troublesome girl... Lying: another transgression for Yan Huiyin to note. If there was one thing she knew about the younger disciples, it was that little things to nibble on between lessons weren't often far from their person.
This shimei gave a light half-laugh & plucked a plum from the pouch, plopping it into her mouth. Accepting the loss of her huamei, she asked, "A-Yan's not hungry, is she? Are you thinking perhaps they are?"
"Hm, maybe." Plucking one of the dried plums from its pouch, she held it up before a squinting eye. To consider Lu Xue as the target would've been social suicide, but this gloomy boy... Well, it didn't take much thought. Having lived in the sect for a little over half her life now, she'd gathered enough social points to be in a position to spare some with this little action. It wasn't often that she lashed out, if this could even have been called such. The thought of what was to come made her pull her furred collar up to her cheek, muffling a titter.
In a light motion, Yan Huiyin took aim & tossed the plum at that Feng Tai's temple.
R I'm interested
