Panda looks like a shipper. I am that panda, really...
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"We are fashioned creatures, but half made up."
More of the franken-verse because i keep rotating the dog metaphors... previous art 1 and art 2. I am running out of quotes.
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Wanted to prepare some food for the #SangchengWeek23 and I went for the spicy flavor, misuse of Zidian.
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🤝 xiao xingchen!!
AND THEN I NEVER POSTED THE RESPONSES... sorry for the delay but here he is ; w ;
🤝: draw the character spending time with a friend
i gave him a new friend because he could use more rn ; _ ;
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Xiao Xingchen sits with Shuanghua laid across his lap, a bun in paper wrapping held in one hand. With the other, he holds out a piece of the bun to a little cat which has stepped on his sleeve and nuzzles up to his side, tail waving in curiosity. Xiao Xingchen's eyes are bandaged, but he looks towards the cat with a small smile.
Ink on paper.
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been a bit swamped, so for 20-23 have some teeny tiny sketches of the juniors
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oh, but i love her.
teeth and guts and roaring waves, she crashes against me where i stand. when the wind picks up and she buckles underneath me, it is the world she turns upside down. the ache in my lungs grows sharper, these days.
as though each rocking motion drags my chest across a whetstone, uneven pressure and ever changing angle, until I am worn to metal dust. until the lines in my palms are deep enough to hold her, and my walk wavers when I leave her.
some days, she is quiet, see. she lies, still and unmoving underneath me, and when I look into her, it is into the eyes of a fanged thing that has long since had its last meal. the thing lays still.
the thing smiles. and she is, all at once-
there is a whale carcass rotting somewhere deep within her, sinking ever deeper, still. there is salt on my lips and the smell of seaweed in my nose. in my hand, the rope is fraying. upon my chest, my shirt is wet with longing.
oh, but i love her.
- take your two good hands, and cup with them your heart. it will not be the last offering you make her. she will swallow it, and leave in its place a thing with teeth.
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tw///////////blood
Treat Him Like A Lover
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Follower Recs
~*~
Hello! I would like to recommend this amazing fanfic.
This work is amazing (like everything I've read from AvoOwO), it's set in the Cloud Recess arc, Wei Wuxian appears passed out on the grass of the backfields and at first everyone assumes that he got really drunk but after they check him out it turns out someone drugged him. Do read the warnings at the beginning of the fic please. I would honestly recommend everyone to read the whole series this one-shot is part of, it's amazing (♡°▽°♡)
@menimimimeni
obscura: ink stain
by AvoOwO
M, 20k, Wangxian
Summary: It is cold and wet when he and Xiongzhang find Wei Ying, asleep and smelling of alcohol along the grounds of Cloud Recesses. There's dew on his cheeks, his eyelashes. In his hair.
He's made an indentation within the grass.
After finding Wei Ying within the grass of the back hills, Lan Wangji wonders. And worries. And feels.
Wei Ying, meanwhile, begins to remember. In bits and pieces. Jagged and sharp.
~*~
(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)
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"Nobody can give me a nice, broad road to walk on. A road where I could protect those I want to protect without having to cultivate the ghostly path"
"There was no such road"
"No solution existed"
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Jiang Cheng chilling🌛
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ambivalence
how do you tell those few people who matter, who actually care, that you do not want to die but that you aren't very keen about living either
how do you iterate this going through the motions: clock-in, clock-out, eat, sleep, lather, rinse, repeat as nothing more than madness, sorrow, rage, silence, this endless, lonely fortitude
how do you sit on a fence without falling to either side, beauty here, decay there, both of them alluring, like the Sirens of Odysseus
how do you tell your best friend that you love her more than anything in this world, for calling you Sweet Sister
how do you straddle a conundrum, do you grip it with your upper thighs, as if it were a bucking horse, untamed, not yet broken, wild
how do you survive
azuki lynn
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If my lips could speak it
I think it would end us both
for you are not ready for the warmth
(you were raised in the cold,
learned to be a stone before you
deemed yourself a coal, and
you find every fire a menace)
and I've been burning for so long
that I might just turn to ashes,
should I let you know
how I've been sitting, weeping, wilting
ever so slowly
People see what they believe;
you, made of honey
guarded by wasps,
me, made of marble
frozen in time
But don't they see it? How I
carved my heart to keep you safe?
How I'd stand in front of any winds
that want to blow you away?
Don't you see it? Do these lips have to move?
Must this throat ache before you see
that I am waiting, mouth open
for you to stick to me, sweet and golden?
I've been an ancient mountain
waiting for the spring
and you have been the snow
ready to melt and run through me
a flame reborn (lan zhan's monologue)
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Happy new year! Hope this 2024 will bring us all some love and peace 💕
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🌹 for the art thing!
(You obviously don’t have to but I thought it’d be cute if a-yuan and wei wuxian were together for this prompt!)
I hope your work day goes well💜
🌹: draw the character giving someone flowers
oops-i-drew-these-prompts-then-didn’t-get-round-to-scanning-them-for-several-days catch-up time (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
thank you and congratulations on being the only person who didn't request xiao xingchen fjfkgkglk. they can be... radish flowers :)
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Wei Wuxian, laughing, sits cross-legged on the ground with Chenqing held loosely in one hand. The other steadies a determined Wen Yuan as he clambers onto Wei Wuxian's lap to reach the top of his head, where he tucks a flower into his ponytail. He carries a small basket of the little flowers over his other arm, and one has fallen onto Wei Wuxian's leg.
Ink on paper.
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mxtxtobers 07 (blush), 08 (heal), and 09 (intoxicated (I think wax is capable of being a sad drunk at a specific time in his life))
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Round 2: Xue Yang (The Untamed) vs Ink (Bad Buddy)
[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]
Xue Yang: "evil, wears all black, has forehead tendrils"
Ink: "I just want to be Ink. The charisma, the confidence, the height. The absolut vibes of this woman. First appearance and everyone understood that's a lesbian."
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