luxuriouswaigee

[luxuriouswaigee]

I guess we can consider Wei Wuxian one of the "chosen oned" because of how easy is for me draw him

[luxuriouswaigee]

GUESS WHO WAS FEATURED IN THE ENGLISH VERSION OF MDZS (volume 4)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TT______TTTTTT thank you Seven Seas for this opportunity, i still cant believe they let me anywhere near this!!!

[luxuriouswaigee]

ghost horses

GHORSES

[luxuriouswaigee]

i tried drawing bodies cuz i can’t draw them good without a reference

[luxuriouswaigee]

An old half drawing i drew of Tooru Oikawa from Haikyuu 😭

[luxuriouswaigee]

CHIBI WANGXIAN + four seasons 🌸🪷🍂❄️

[luxuriouswaigee]

anyone have any tips and apps on learning Korean? I’m trying to learn it and it’s difficult 😭

[luxuriouswaigee]

Posting my wangxian twitter art here <3

[luxuriouswaigee]

This biggums that i love sm

he’s begging me to give him the food I’m making 😭

[luxuriouswaigee]

A half drawn drawing of Wei Ying ✨

I don’t have motivation to finish it 😔

Also, fun fact, Namjoon's old rapper name was Runch Randa 😭

[luxuriouswaigee]

Pay attention to me

[luxuriouswaigee]

thinkin about a wwx whos from the modern world but is obsessed with lwj‘s character and has consumed every piece of media about him

[luxuriouswaigee]

A-Ling bonding with his JiuJiu 🥹

[luxuriouswaigee]

Allow me to serenade you with a lullaby, my love, as you surrender to the allure of sleep. May your dreams be as radiant as the blazing sun, illuminating your path with brilliance. My heart overflows with love for you, reaching to the farthest corners of the universe and back. Let us immerse ourselves in a love that transcends time and space, a love that knows no bounds. Every moment, every day, my love for you remains unwavering and true. I am completely devoted to you, my beloved, willing to be anything and everything for you. The depth of my love for you knows no bounds, it consumes me entirely. Let us cast away the facade of fake love and embrace the authenticity of our love for each other. My love for you is real, passionate, and everlasting. I love you beyond words, beyond measure, beyond comprehension. Together, let us revel in the beauty of our love, for it is pure, it is true, it is everything.

I wrote this in class when I was supposed to do work last year ;-;

[luxuriouswaigee]

In English we say:

“Everywhere I look, I see you.”

But in poetry we say:

“You haunt me like a whispered secret in every shadow of my existence, your essence forever imprinted in the very fabric of my consciousness. Even in the stillness of the night, your presence glides through my mind like a yearning ghost, an elusive dream that clings to my soul, refusing to be forgotten.”

[luxuriouswaigee]

i forgot i had tumblr…. 😭😭

[luxuriouswaigee]

Mischief in the Infinity Castle 

In the hushed moments of the Infinity Castle, a sense of stillness enveloped the air, creating an unsettling calmness. Douma, his radiant smile and sparkling eyes filled with mischief, navigated the shadowy corridors with a sense of purpose. His heart raced with excitement, knowing that his daring scheme was about to unfold, promising him boundless joy and endless laughter.

Akaza, renowned for his unwavering devotion to Muzan and unparalleled power, harbored a hidden truth only a select few demons were privy to. Despite his intimidating facade, beneath it all lay a vulnerability he kept concealed - a bald spot hidden beneath a wig. This revelation became a prime target for Douma's mischievous antics, turning a seemingly invincible warrior into a subject of playful mockery. This secret was the perfect target for Douma's next silly prank.

As Douma cautiously peered around the corner, his heart racing with excitement, he made sure that the demon was soundly asleep in his chamber. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he tiptoed inside, his every movement filled with anticipation. Akaza lay there, peaceful in slumber, his precious pink wig placed neatly beside him.

With shaky excited hands, Douma stoped for a few moments, savouring the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. And then, with a sense of daring determination, he swiftly snatched the short pink wig, feeling the thrill of his mischief take hold. As he made his daring escape, every fiber of his being resonated with the intensity of his exhilaration.

In the privacy of his own chambers, Douma couldn't help but burst with uncontrollable laughter. With trembling hands, he carefully positioned the wig on top of his own head, peering into the mirror with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, Akaza," he whispered to his reflection, his voice deep and rich with amusement, "this truly suits me better than I could have ever imagined."

The next morning, Akaza jolted upright in bed, heart pounding in his chest as he reached out to grab hold of his missing wig stand. His room felt eerily empty, sending a wave of panic coursing through his veins. Frantically, he tore through his belongings, eyes flashing with a mixture of fear and anger.

But then, a sound reached his ears - a haunting, familiar laughter that made his blood run cold. Without a moment's hesitation, Akaza followed the echoing sound down the hall, his steps quickening with each passing second.

Bursting into Douma's room, Akaza's gaze fell upon the sight of his fellow demon, reclining nonchalantly with the stolen wig perched upon his head. A surge of fury erupted within Akaza, his fists clenching in righteous indignation.

"Douma!" he bellowed, voice filled with a potent mix of betrayal and rage. "What in the fucking he’ll are you doing?" His golden eyes blazed with intensity, daring Douma to explain himself. The air crackled with tension as Akaza awaited a response, his emotions running high in the face of this brazen act of mockery.

With wide eyes and a flutter of his lashes, Douma gazed up at Akaza, a look of innocence masking the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, Akaza! I was simply experimenting with a new appearance. What do you think?" With a graceful twirl, he spun around like a radiant princess, his heart racing with anticipation of Akaza's reaction.

Akaza's face contorted in a storm of rage, flames of fury flickering in his eyes. "You're insufferable," he spat, his voice laced with seething anger, as he swiftly seized the wig from Douma's head with the speed of a vengeful god.

The sound of Douma's laughter echoed like mocking taunts in the air, causing Akaza's blood to boil even hotter. With a fierce glare, Akaza readjusted the wig on his head, his scowl etched deep in the lines of his face. "Come on, Akaza, you must see the humor in it," Douma chuckled, his mirth only serving to stoke the flames of Akaza's wrath.

Shaking his head in defiance, Akaza's warning tone was sharp and cutting. "Don't you dare make a habit of this," he growled, the intensity of his emotion radiating off him like waves of heat.

Yet, Douma's irreverent grin only grew wider, his eyes dancing with mischief. "No promises, my dear friend. No promises," he teased, the challenge in his words sparking a fire within Akaza that burned with a fierce intensity.