#My Boys

[jeonsupershy]

2025 carat revival : dynamics week 'this road is beautiful, because I have you walking beside me' no one loves seventeen more than seventeen loves each other🤍

[stephstars08]

My boys!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

[jayvoltage]

Storm cousin doodles also ft smoker Jay heh

[coshinova]

late valentines 💌

reference from Pinterest

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Of course I have my @megu-art-blog keyring on my Baymax bag.

[gallagherloves]

Love this picture 🤍

[phvntom-power]

First kiss ❤️

[thomasjeffarc]

Jeffmads but Jem has allergies

rn on a jeffmads drawing grind cause Valentine’s Day

anyway,,, the IDIOTS!!

[sodor-reimagined]

RARARRARARARARRARARAARRA

not my best work because in the middle of rendering this, i decided to write a fanfic based on it for fun. i feel as though the colours didnt match what i wanted in my head, and i recognise the anatomy mistakes but hey, its alright. i hope you still enjoy this piece despite that.

2x5 for the win lads letz goooo (consider it a late valentines thing too)

you can read the fic here (pretty pleaseeee)

[jeonsupershy]

my favorite star in the galaxy

[bluechanas]

a moment of tranquility

[ficbandit]

legend has it im still crying over them (cc: @niye_bynn on pinterest)

[undercover-stories]

YES. Let a-Yuan have all the softness and love wangxian never had. Just let that consistently be a thing in every universe. My favorite is definitely Lan Zhan, scolding inanimate objects for daring to cause his beloved son harm. But don't let me go too far on that tangent cause I will if you let me.

But i still just have to talk about one of the things that I absolutely adore about canon Lan Sizhui is how confident and self assured he is and for the life of me I've been trying to find the term they use for the type of parenting that typically produces these sort of children but I can't. But basically it's a type of parenting where the parent makes themselves available for their child especially on an emotional level. That allows them to form confidence and assuredness within themselves because 1) during their formative years you assured them that they had a place they could fall back on without judgment should they stumble and 2) the firm confidence you have in their abilities reinforces their own and it's basically a self-looping form of positive reinforcement.

And because of this I am firm in my belief that, while rearing Lan Sizhui would have been a more collective clan effort, it's also outright canon that Lan Zhan, despite most likely being a very busy senior Lan disciple, still made himself available for Sizhui should he ever need him. Ever. Always. From the moment he took him in at 4 years old to the blooming Junior radish that we see him now.

Imagine that. The one dude that's notoriously seen as being too strict, thought to be a tattle tale, who basically has no friends or any form of social attachments, is literally such a good father figure to his adopted son that he grows to actual be the best of his clan. The absolute goodest boy and the only reason Jingyi has not been kicked out because (Bonus for non-banquet readers) it is canon that Sizhui is also a rulebreaker!!!!!

Ok maybe a bit overblown on my part but basically Lan Zhan lost any real solid adult figure he could reliably lean on as a child and it's why he grew up to be so strict and uptight in his teen years because those 3000 rules were what helped him ground himself. He had no place he felt he could be vulnerable and soft so he used those rules to hold himself to a standard he could rely on. It's why he took them so seriously and so willingly accepted punishment because it was his way of punishing himself.

But for Sizhui, the fact that we find out he's actually more than liable to break rules should he need to and the thought doesn't break him or have any power over him is such a huge testament to not only how much Lan Zhan has matured as an adult but also how much Lan Zhan has realized that he himself should have been allowed the same room for softness and that would have been ok. THAT is why Lan Zhan can break the trauma bonds that birthed and shaped him.

Fluffy, Wangxian fic idea. (For Once)

So, this was inspired by the text post I made yesterday for the Wangxian family—one, I'm pretty sure someone already did, but unashamedly did anyway; you can never have too much Wangxian, after all, as the saying goes—and it was sitting in the well-worn (and sometimes, loved) backseat of my mind for a while and then I was watching Bluey before bed, and it set the ember aglow. 

I wanted to cocoon Wangxian in warmth, for once. Something soft and tender, this time around. And I was like, hey, can I turn this text post into something of a mini fic? Can this be something more? So I shot a text to @xiaokuer-schmetterlingand just like that, the idea took flight.  @xiaokuer-schmetterling, enabler of dreams (and unhinged ideas), king among mortals, fueled the fire with unwavering encouragement, and now, here it is—no longer a fleeting thought but something tangible, something that breathes.

Modern Wangxian AU which starts Lan Wangji being tackle-hugged by his family, laughing and golden in the sunlight. Feeling so impossibly grateful like the sappy man he is, where the gods feel close and love is as simple as reaching out a hand and finding one reaching back. Content. Loved. Happy. And he stumbles through the door and finds the walls - gleaming and shining - decorated with tiny little handprints all in different colors, a chaotic mural of sorts. 

“Why are there little handprints on the walls?” Lan Wangji asks, because, with Wei Wuxian, it could be anything. And it usually, is how trouble — though, a far more fonder, softer version of the word — begins.

His Wei Ying shrugs, before kneeling down to a-Yuan, who looks terribly shy and so unfathomably adorable in his little light-up sneakers and white, bunny jacket (with floppy bunny ears on the hood) and wringing his little hands together. He is so small, so precious, Lan Zhan wishes he could carry him around in his pocket always. There is a reason two pockets were invented for coat jackets, after all — one for his husband and one for his son. 

a-Yuan nervously wrings his hands tighter,  but Wei Ying’s voice is gentle and pretty, unbearably so, even as he whispers, “Why are there tiny handprints on the walls?”

It is a stage whisper. Lan Wangji hears it as clear as a crisp, summer day, but Lan Wangji is used to the (endearing) antics of his husband, and so he plays along, as he always does. Fondly. 

a-Yuan, who only months ago had been a trembling thing, skittish and afraid, peeks up at Wei Ying, solemn as the moon. “Because I have little hands.” And he lifts them, as if in proof. 

Wei Ying nods at them, equally grave. He rises, and a-Yuan immediately rushes to cling to his pant leg. Wei Ying ruffles his hair, soft from yesterday’s bath, still carrying the faint scent of calendula. Then, his voice still as grave as it was before, he turns to Lan Wangji. “Because he has little hands.”

a-Yuan raises them again, this time, to show Lan Wangji. 

Lan Wangji looks at them, serious, thoughtful. “Mn,” he says at last. A slow smile unfurls across his lips. He nods his head at the handprints. “Well. They look lonely.”

And so they add their own. Hands dipped in paint, pressed against the walls, an unspoken promise sealed in color. This is not just play—this is permanence, a claim, a declaration. A home built not of bricks and beams, but of belonging.

And later, when the night quiets, when A-Yuan sleeps safe and small beneath the covers, his hands no longer trembling, Wei Ying will turn to him, eyes too bright, too full, and Lan Wangji will understand, as he always does.

This is it. This is the moment.

For a-Yuan, who once flinched at raised voices and curled in on himself when the world seemed too big, who now paints walls with fearless little hands and tugs at Lan Wangji’s sleeve with the easy, thoughtless trust of a child who knows they will be caught. For a boy who had known only instability, who had been shuffled from house to house with no roots to anchor him—this is proof that he is wanted. That he can take up space without fear. That his existence does not come with conditions.

For Wei Wuxian, who had taken one look at a bright-eyed boy chasing a bunny plush across a too-crowded orphanage and felt something crack wide open in his chest, an instinct, something older than words—this is devastation of the best kind. This is undoing and remaking. This is ensuring that no other child suffers a hollowed-out boyhood the way he did. This is his heart, raw and aching, spilling over with love too vast to contain. With so many people to give it to. 

For Lan Wangji, who will be there, always. Who will feed the ducks because Wei Ying asks him to, who will wear hideous sweaters because Wei Ying knits them, who will stare down anyone who dares to scoff at Wei Ying’s art—and make sure they never do it again. To Lan Wangji, this is everything. He had known, from that fateful day in the park, when Wei Ying knelt and reached out a hand, that their guest room would never be a guest room again. That his uncle would be a great-uncle. That he would love this child as his own, with all that he is, with all that he will ever be.

If fate was a loom, perhaps a younger Lan Wangji would have woven himself a quieter life. A simple, unobtrusive thread, neat and pale. But this thread was spun golden, and it glittered in the sun, bright and unashamed. And Lan Wangji—

Lan Wangji has always reached for the light.

I feel like I get more incoherent with every post I make, for some reason. Lemme know what you think!

@xiaokuer-schmetterling, @undercover-stories, @sun-ashes, I am suffering. This is my 117th W.I.P. Grace me with some of your holy wisdom. Have mercy on the child. :((((

[firelilysky]

Zuko takes Sokka and baby Druk to see the masters’ rainbow dragon fire. It’s breathtaking for all involved, even though someone isn’t looking at the fire…

[lilislegacy]

i love this scene lol. because sometimes i wonder if percy isn’t actually as amazing as i make him out to be in my head, but then i remember scenes like this. leo was SO annoyed with him for being not only super powerful and heroic and handsome, but also a great person too. like he was genuinely upset 😂