#Untamed Force

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

What a lovely family portrait👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👦🏻🖼️

Enhanced image of A-Yuan's first sword flight.

[disgracefulthings]

At a Peak Lord Meeting

Yue Qingyuan: Shidi, why do you have a child with you?

Shang Qinghua: This is Wei Ying, he is my new son. Also if the Jiang clan asks about me, pretend you don't know me

Shen Qingqiu: Should I even ask?

Shang Qinghua: They were abusing him! If they are going to mistreat him then they don't deserve him!

Yue Qingyuan, sighing: Fine then

Shang Qinghua: When we get home I will introduce you to A-Yao, your new big brother

Wei Ying, tearing up: What about shijie and chengcheng?

Shang Qinghua: Fine, I'll kidnap them too

Yue Qingyuan: Shidi, please!

[tbgkaru-woh]

Having fun with MDZS's clan "uniforms"/ dresscodes

there are still hierarchies and some individuality in these that i will follow for the main cast, this is more like "place your OC here" lol

[uncorrectintamed]

Stranger: Which ones are yours?

Lan Sizhui: [pointing to a destroyed playground where Jin Ling is chasing a child and Jingyi is crawling around in the dirt] Those two.

Stranger: [seriously concerned] Bless your soul...

[ihavevisions]

If Varian’s core is loyalty and Ulla’s is wonder, I declare Quirin’s is helplessness. Powerlessness even. To watch your loved ones dig their own graves and not be able to stop them from burying themselves alive, in this essay I will—

[shanastoryteller]

Happy happy birthday 🎂🎉🥳 Are you still doing the “cursed identity porn” au where LWJ can’t really see the Yiling Patriarch (because the mask?), but still tries to settle into being married to him? (Or JC traveling back in time?) Thanks!

a continuation of 1

“Where do you want the talisman?”

Lan Wangji looks up from checking over his pack one last time to see his husband in his doorway. He lifts an eyebrow.

“I’m going to be wearing the mask but there’s no reason for the enchantment to affect you,” Wei Wuxian says. “You already know what I look like. I have to paint it somewhere on your body – preferably someplace there’s no chance of anyone else seeing.”

Ah. That explains why Wen Qing have never seemed to have the same problems looking at Wei Wuxian that everyone else did during the war.

Lan Wangji considers several locations before untying his belt and shrugging off several layers of robes, letting them pool at his elbows and leaving his chest bare. “Wherever you think is best.”

Wei Wuxian hasn’t so much as given him a covetous glance since their marriage. Lan Wangji can endure it, if he must, endure the lack of his husband’s affection and even endure the way he seems so willing to share it with others. He does not have the soft, delicate features and willowy body of Wen Ning, Meng Yao, or Jiang Yanli. But if nothing else, his place as the number two most eligible male cultivator means that he’s not without his charms.

If he is completely outside of his husband’s tastes, it’s best that he knows that now.

He braces himself for indifference, keeping his expression bland to ensure that Wei Wuxian can’t see how surely it’ll crush him.

“Oh! Uh, um, sure, great,” Wei Wuxian says, voice at least two pitches higher than it is normally as his eyes dart up then down several times, blood rushing to his cheeks and painting them scarlet.

Lan Wangji stares. He has seen Wei Wuxian walk across a battlefield and stare down sect leaders and be harassed by a dozen uncles at once and surrounded by three screaming children and never has he seemed as out of sorts as he does right now.

He lifts up the brush and hesitates. “Is it okay – do you mind if I, is this okay?”

“Yes. You can touch me anywhere,” he says.

Wei Wuxian freezes, blinking rapidly before he swallows. “Oh. Kay.”

This is the best day of Lan Wangji’s life.

His husband steps closer, curling one hand around his bare shoulder to keep him steady and using the other to make small, sure brush strokes against the skin of his left side of his chest, right above his heart. He likes the symbolism. He also likes how Wei Wuxian’s blush doesn’t fade at all.

“There,” he says a few moments later. “Just give it time to dry and it should be fine for a week or so, then I’ll have to reapply. “

“Thank you,” he says, quirking his lips up at the corners when Wei Wuxian finally manages to look him in the eye

His returning grin is blinding. His eyes fall lower twice more before he leaves and Lan Wangji feels the low hum of satisfaction down his spine that he normally only gets from a particularly difficult spar.

His husband is capable of finding him attractive.

He just has to somehow encourage this behavior.

Twenty minutes later Meng Yao sticks his head into his room and demands, “What did you do to him?”

Lan Wangji pauses. Is he upset that he’s gotten Wei Wuxian’s attention? He never seems to mind Wen Ning, but perhaps that arrangement has already been settled between them and he sees Lan Wangji as an intrusion, regardless of his status.

“This is hilarious. Whatever it was, do it again,” he orders before continuing his way down the hall.

With pleasure.

[shisasan]

[rayan12sworld]

💚A Blade By Your Side

By:athena_crikey

Summary:

In the end, it had been the Yiling Patriarch’s stratagems and his fierce fighting, which had turned the tide of the war. He had killed both Wen Ruohan’s sons, and floored the traitor so that Meng Yao could strike the final blow. His status as the strongest warrior on the field had been undeniable.

Thus, the offer extended to him by the Lan court. Take his place as the Emperor’s consort, the only one permitted to lay hands upon the Emperor, the only one to share his bed with him while he sleeps, unaware and vulnerable. His last, best line of defense.

Or: Forced by his court to accept a consort, Lan Wangji is certain he has seen enough of the so-called Yiling Patriarch to know what he's getting: an uncouth ruffian. Slowly, he begins to realise that even an emperor's assumptions can be misplaced.

Chapter:18/18

Words:77,413

Status:completed

Wei Wuxian leans forward and presses his forehead to Lan Wangji��s. The dark curtain of his hair falls forward, surrounding them. “Aiya, don’t mind it. I’m here now – that’s what matters. If I’ve learned tact, at least it may benefit you. When I lost my sword, I made my body a blade. Who would have thought it was my mind Bixia wanted, after all?” “I want everything,” says Lan Wangji, honestly. “There is no part of Wei Ying I do not crave.”

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“Bixia gave you a sword, and you returned the favour with betrayal,” he says, lying on the ground beside Jin Guangyao, pinning him down with the weight of his body. “But he gave me his trust, and I gave him my body in return, to serve as a blade for him alone.”

[yaoiloverlordofmountyaoi]

Cinematic parallels anyone (I’m not using that right am I)

Okay really this image would make more sense composition wise

But historical accuracy wise, i had to use the other one. Srry. (Yeah historically accurate cause this incident deserves to be in the history books) (cause wtf)

[incorrect-mxtx-quotes]

Wei Wuxian: “Man I hate 16 year old me, I would've pushed him in a locker.”

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

Day 3 : Starlight

Going back to my roots for this one.

I did a piece from @useless-slytherclaw’s Moonlights and Rooftops about two years ago and it’s still one of my favorite pieces I’ve done for this ship. It’s also the first thing I thought of when I saw Starlight on the prompt list, so now that I’m more comfortable with Procreate I figured I’d go back and take a shot at another scene I loved.

I still may not completely understand how lighting works, but I do my best to keep trying to go out of my comfort zone on these.

And I absolutely needed to try to draw the kiss. Or at least the lead up

For all the ship art I draw I don't actually draw many kisses lol. But they deserve it 💕

Prompt list by Jamiedraws on Instagram

[twistedappletree]

[ protection ]

scene sketch from my fic in progress, letters never sent 💌

[bunnylovescat]

Chapters 2 and 2.1 are now up! Featuring a terrible date, Lan Zhan’s deductions, and my inability to not include sly nods to canon.

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“No phones at the table,” Lan Zhan says, just shy of snapping at him.

“But Lan-er-gege, the menu’s in French, and I don’t speak French. How will I know what I’m eating? They serve snails in France,” Wei Ying whines.

“You studied in France your senior year of college,” Lan Zhan says, his words clipped as he flips a page of the menu.

Wei Ying raises an eyebrow at that. . “ZhanZhan, did you really keep tabs on me all these years? If I’d known you had such an interest in me—“

“Brother had to bail you out of the Parisian jail while he was at a conference. Or did you have one too many drinks at the bar tonight and forget again?”

Oh.

He is such a bitch. The part of Wei Ying that is forcefully against self-preservation is immediately intrigued.

Wei Ying meets the returning glare with a fluttering of his eyelashes (fake ones! Is this how Huaisang perfected the look?). “Gege,” he simpers for a moment, propping his head up on a hand. “What if I just wanted you to order for me?”

“Ridiculous,” Lan Zhan scoffs.

[theomencometh]

i find it interesting that everyone has accepted that nie zonghui inexplicably has two sabers when no one else in the show dual wields and my sister and i both assumed that he carries huaisang’s saber when we first watched fatal journey.

think about it. mingje wouldn’t let huaisang go on such a dangerous mission without his blade, and if huaisang wouldn’t carry it, he’d have someone else have it on their back, someone who he trusts and who he plans to have stick by huaisang to give him the blade the moment he asks for it.  zonghui has probably done this numerous times just from ensuring huaisang doesn’t leave his blade in random spots at the unclean realm, so much so that the saber is perfectly fine being wielded by him and he is adept at using it alongside his own blade.  when huaisang takes it from him in the woods, it’s not one of his subordinates giving him one of their swords, it’s him finally taking up his own saber, a decision that he still doesn’t feel comfortable with and therefore recants when he gives the blade back to him to hold again in the tomb

[somegrumpynerd]

The problem is I have a bunch of ideas for colouring book pages but as soon as I sit down in front of krita it's like

[mispronouncing-michaelangelo]

"Song Lan... I- I can't see." finally snapped; im making a pacrim au, lets fucking go