#lans art corner

[hundred3y3s]

divorced father of 3 appeal i am not immune to, enjoy. the chuck that chills. chucklefuck my beloved.

[hypochodriac]

not gonna add much bc its 3am where im at but yee progress.

anyway this is my Infamous mc Marcus Rose whos still pathetically in love w his ex 7 :) his debut on my blog :salute: dont really care abt what tumbr does w the quality infamous - @infamous-if absolutely recommend playing!! we're only on ch 2 but my god am i invested

[ripeteeth]

On the ninth anniversary of the fall of the Yiling Patriarch, Hanguang-Jun performed Inquiry alone.

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

Day 17 : Kiss

Creating the ZhuiYi content I wanna see in the world. They deserve a sweet kiss but I’m so bad at drawing kisses

Prompt List by Jamiedraws on Instagram

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Modern day Wei Wuxian fake dates Wen Qing for one reason or another and, to Wei Wuxian’s absolute bafflement, Lan Zhan is being weird about it.

[monkiemp3]

Childhood crush!!!

Nihao Kai-lan Wukong design supremacy

[enbiart]

Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies au <333 really just an excuse to draw jin ling in jiang purple LMAO

[starlitfunkster]

I.. searched Toontown Corporate Clash on Tumblr today. I am way too nervous to search 'x reader' stuff.. but now I am curious.

...Yes this is on my DA. No I am not cross-posting descriptions. The below link takes you to the page featuring these characters (+Peixes) and facts about them. Aria is the only one not based on a real Toon I own. It's just me in Toontown Corporate Clash.

Also outfits don't match to their outfits in game. I just wanted to do some fun stuff with their designs.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Fairy our beloved!!!!!! (ft. Jin Ling the dog)

@poorly-drawn-mdzs 's fairy fanart!!!!!!! bc she deserves it!!!!!!!!! beloved!!!!!!!!!!! ft jin ling the dog

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal

💙 The Shade of Old Trees

by Kryal

T, 363k, Wangxian

Summary: “We rest in the shade of trees our ancestors planted.” They called the man in the ice Yiling Laozu, after a folk hero associated with the town in the foothills of the mountains where he was found. No one expected him to be alive! Kay's comments: I have never been less surprised to see that a story was written by a PhD student. The end notes at the end of each chapter are very extensive and just amazing. So much information, so much research, 363k of an incredible story that had me completely hooked. I read it in a week and could hardly focus on anything else, because that story was just so present in the back of my mind and I wanted to know what would happen next. Got introduced to the story by the stunning art by @toffee-arts. I loved the entire plotline of Wei Wuxian having to first learn modern Chinese in order to speak to the scientists (and mostly Lan Zhan) who decided to thaw his supossed corpse. I love how it all came together, how it all wrapped up neatly and the slow burn! The slow burn almost killed me! And how cultivation just awed everyone in modern day!! I just know this story is going to be a favourite I will re-read again and again and there are certainly a lot of details I must have missed during my obsessed binge. Excerpt: Everyone in the observation room tensed. This was, after all, the most delicate point. If it wasn’t going to be possible to remove the ice without beginning to thaw Yiling Laozu, they would have to move very quickly to preserve some of the data they wanted. The cellular damage caused by the freezing process meant that once the ice thawed, the damage would spread rapidly. Lan Wangji glanced at Wen Yuan. “Leave if you need to,” he told the boy quietly. Wen Yuan shook his head. “No, I want to stay…” Lan Wangji wasn’t certain what caught his attention – a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye, a hint of sound, a flash of intuition. He looked up to see Lan Xichen slam into the window. Drop out of sight, stunned by the impact. Beyond, shards of shattered ice fell from black robes scattered across the floor as Yiling Laozu’s body tumbled off the lab table— Twisted. Landed on his feet. Stood. Piercing silvery-grey eyes flickered across the room, wary and confused. Lan Wangji froze. Yiling Laozu was awake. …Yiling Laozu was alive.

pov alternating, modern setting, modern with magic, different first meeting, time travel, time travelling wei wuxian, time travel of sorts, canon divergence, slow burn, worldbuilding, getting together, developing relationship, academia, research, science, bamf wei wuxian, yiling laozu wei wuxian, grief/mourning

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[kathlare]

frosted laughter

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In this warm and lighthearted chapter, Lando and Amelie share a cozy winter afternoon baking cookies, surrounded by laughter and playful banter. The festive atmosphere of Monaco adds to the charm as their connection deepens through small, meaningful moments.

Wordcount: 2.3 k

Warnings: just fluff

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December 15th, 2023 - Monte-Carlo, Monaco

Lando sat at the counter of his Monaco flat, surrounded by the faint smell of freshly baked cookies and the overwhelming chaos of frosting, sprinkles, and cookie cutters. The holiday season was in full swing, and with both of them on winter break, Lando had insisted they decorate Christmas cookies together.

The flat was decorated with twinkling lights, a massive Christmas tree standing proudly in the corner with its ornaments shimmering in the glow. Lando had done his best to make everything feel festive, even if it wasn’t the most extravagant setup. It didn’t matter much; what mattered was that she was here, and they were together, even if just for a quiet afternoon.

Amelie, standing across from him, grinned as she reached for the tube of red frosting. Her fingers were already coated in powdered sugar from the cookie dough, making the moment that much more chaotic.

—You’re terrible at this, Lan— Amelie teased, her voice playful as she drew a wobbly outline on the reindeer-shaped cookie in front of her.

Lando looked up, mock offended. He had a dollop of green frosting on his cheek, likely from an earlier attempt to "accidentally" swipe her with it.

—Excuse me? I’m a natural artist— he declared, holding up his half-frosted Christmas tree cookie, which, truthfully, looked more like a blob than anything else.

Amelie burst into laughter, nearly dropping the cookie in her hand. —If this is your definition of art, you should probably stick to racing, baby.—

Lando smirked, wiping his hands on a dish towel. —You’re one to talk, Ames. That reindeer looks like it’s been run over.—

Her jaw dropped, feigning offense. —How dare you! This is Rudolph, and he’s adorable. Unlike that sad excuse of a tree you’ve got there.—

—Alright, that’s it— Lando said, a mischievous glint in his eye. Before Amelie could react, he reached across the counter and swiped a streak of frosting across her nose.

—LAN!— she shrieked, giggling as she wiped at her face with the back of her hand. —You’re so dead.—

Grabbing the nearest tube of frosting, she retaliated by smearing a line of blue down the side of his neck. Lando let out a surprised laugh, backing away as she advanced around the counter.

—Oh, you’ve started a war now— he warned, grabbing a handful of sprinkles and tossing them her way.

—Seriously? Sprinkles? That’s your big move?— she said, laughing uncontrollably as the colorful bits stuck to her sweater.

In seconds, the kitchen descended into chaos. Frosting tubes were emptied, sprinkles scattered everywhere, and both of them were doubled over with laughter. Amelie managed to back Lando into a corner, her fingers poised with a glob of frosting.

—Admit defeat, Norris, or your precious hair is getting a festive makeover— she threatened, grinning wickedly.

—You wouldn’t dare— he replied, narrowing his eyes.

—Try me.—

Before she could make good on her threat, Lando darted forward, grabbing her waist and spinning her around. Amelie squealed, dropping the frosting as Lando’s fingers found her sides.

—No, no, no, don’t you dare!— she protested through laughter, already squirming as he started tickling her mercilessly.

—Say you surrender— he teased, his grin widening as she tried to wriggle free.

—Never!— she gasped, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she laughed uncontrollably.

Lando was relentless, his fingers moving expertly to keep her giggling.

—Lan, I swear to God— she managed between laughs. —If you don’t stop, I’m not giving you head for a week.—

He froze immediately, his hands dropping to his sides as if she’d just delivered the most serious ultimatum imaginable.

Amelie straightened up, catching her breath as she wiped her teary eyes. —Wow, didn’t know you’d take it that personally— she teased, smirking.

Lando crossed his arms, looking at her with mock seriousness. —You don’t joke about that, Ames. That’s dangerous territory.—

She burst out laughing again, reaching up to wipe some frosting off his cheek. —You’re ridiculous.—

—And you’re a menace— he replied, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead.

Amelie softened, her teasing grin turning into a gentle smile. —You like it.—

—Unfortunately, I do— Lando admitted, his voice warm.

Amelie’s cheeks flushed at his admission, though she quickly masked it with another cheeky comment. —Well, you’re stuck with me now, Lan. Sprinkles, frosting wars, and all.—

Lando chuckled, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist as she stepped closer. —Not the worst deal I’ve ever made.—

She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. —You know, for someone who claims to be competitive, you’re really bad at cookie decorating.—

—That’s because I have more important skills— he shot back, leaning down so their noses almost touched. —Like making you laugh—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. —I’ll give you that. But next time, I’m winning the frosting war.—

Lando grinned. —We’ll see about that.—

They stood there for a moment, caught in the comfortable quiet that only came from knowing each other so well. Outside, the soft glow of the Monaco evening filtered through the windows, the city lights twinkling like their own set of Christmas decorations.

Finally, Amelie pulled back, looking at the disaster they’d created in the kitchen. Frosting covered the counters, sprinkles littered the floor, and half-decorated cookies sat abandoned on the trays.

—We’ve really outdone ourselves— she said, biting back a laugh.

Lando followed her gaze, then shrugged. —Worth it.—

—You’re cleaning this up, by the way— she added, grabbing a towel to wipe her hands.

—Excuse me? You’re the one who escalated things— he protested, though the grin on his face betrayed his faux indignation.

Amelie smirked, tossing the towel at him. —And you’re the one who tickled me until I nearly passed out. Fair’s fair.—

Lando caught the towel with ease, twirling it in his hand. —Alright, fine. But only because I’m a gentleman.—

—A true hero— she deadpanned, earning a laugh from him.

They worked side by side to tidy up the mess, their playful banter filling the space as they stole glances and small touches. Every so often, Lando would sneak a bit of frosting onto her cheek, or Amelie would retaliate by flicking sprinkles at him.

When the kitchen was finally back to a semblance of order, they collapsed onto the sofa, plates of slightly misshapen cookies in their hands.

Amelie leaned into Lando, curling her legs beneath her as she took a bite of one of their cookies. It wasn’t the prettiest creation, but the sugary sweetness was enough to make her hum in satisfaction.

—Not bad for a blob— she teased, holding up a poorly iced snowman cookie Lando had decorated earlier.

He feigned offense, taking a dramatic bite out of the cookie in her hand. —I’d say it’s a masterpiece. Definitely better than that reindeer you tried to resurrect.—

She swatted his arm, her laughter echoing in the cozy living room. —I’ll have you know my Rudolph was art. You just don’t have an eye for detail, Lan.—

Lando grinned, brushing a crumb off her lip with his thumb before popping the last piece of cookie into his mouth. —You’re lucky you’re cute. Otherwise, I’d never let that slander slide.—

Amelie smirked, leaning her head on his shoulder. —You’re obsessed with me. Admit it.—

—Oh, no doubt— he replied, his tone sincere enough to make her glance up at him. His blue eyes softened as he added, —Who wouldn’t be?—

Her teasing smile faltered for a second, replaced by something gentler. She didn’t say anything, but the way her cheeks flushed and her lips curled at the edges was answer enough. She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

—Alright, stop being sweet— she said, trying to cover the warmth in her voice with a teasing tone. —I’ll get cavities.—

Lando chuckled, squeezing her hand. —You’re impossible, you know that?—

—And yet, here you are— she quipped, resting her head back on his shoulder.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the faint sound of Christmas music playing in the background. The soft glow of the fairy lights on the tree filled the room, casting a warm, golden hue over them. Monaco's city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the cozy chaos of the flat.

Amelie broke the silence, her voice soft. —I like this.—

—What? Making a mess in my kitchen and bullying my cookies?— Lando teased, earning a soft elbow jab to his ribs.

—No, idiot. This. Us. Being here. Together.— She hesitated before adding, —It feels nice. Normal, you know?—

Lando glanced down at her, his heart flipping at the vulnerability in her voice. —Yeah, it does.—

She tilted her head up to look at him, a small smile playing on her lips. —Even if your decorating skills are tragic.—

He laughed, leaning down to kiss her nose. —I’ll take tragic decorating skills if it means I get to spend my winter break with you.—

Amelie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile spreading across her face. —You’re such a sap.—

—Only for you, Ames— he replied, his voice dropping slightly as his eyes locked with hers.

For a moment, the playful atmosphere shifted into something softer, more intimate. Amelie felt her heart race under his gaze, but before she could say anything, Lando leaned in, pressing his lips gently to hers. The kiss was sweet and unhurried, a reflection of the quiet, joyful moment they were sharing.

When they pulled apart, Amelie grinned, her cheeks flushed. —You’re lucky I like you.—

Lando smirked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. —And you’re lucky I’m obsessed with you.—

She laughed, resting her forehead against his. —God help us both.—

As the evening wore on, they stayed curled up on the sofa, eating their cookies and talking about everything and nothing. The world outside seemed far away, and for now, all that mattered was the two of them, tangled up in holiday cheer and each other.

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amelieupdates: Amelie spreading holiday vibes 🎄🍪 via TikTok today while baking cookies!

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bakingwithamelie: Not her looking like a Hallmark queen while baking cookies. She’s too good for us.

thelanlanclub: Wait… I swear I’ve seen that kitchen before. Isn’t that Lando’s apartment in Monaco? → f1dramaalert: @thelanlanclub GIRL YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING.

hateclub22: Why does everything have to be about her and Lando? Maybe she’s just baking at a friend's place, calm down. → itsjustus: @hateclub22 Bro, did Lando personally offend you or are you just allergic to happiness? → softieszn: @hateclub22 “a friend’s place” sure, honey. Sure.

ihatethis122: Why do you all romanticize everything? Maybe she’s just BAKING COOKIES.

georgeofchaos: Plot twist: This is George’s kitchen, and he’s mad we’re dragging Lando into it.

lanamelieforever: WAIT… I know that kitchen 👀 isn’t that Lando’s place in Monaco??

holidaygrinch: She’s only in Monaco for Lando, and we all KNOW it. → cookiefanatic: @holidaygrinch Or maybe she’s just enjoying her life? Chill, bro. → lanolover: @holidaygrinch Let them bake in peace!

jealousf1fan: I swear, they’re giving us too many clues. Just come out already! 😒 → ameliexlander_4ever: @jealousf1fan Take a chill pill, let them live. They’re doing their thing! 🙌

landofan12: Um... since when did Lando and Amelie become that close? Too many signs here, guys. 😂💀 → mystery_solver92: @landofan12 It's been happening for a while now, we just don’t have the official confirmation yet. 😜 But I’m here for it! ✨

[hundred3y3s]

hi tumblr i know u took my reach but i still want to share this one :>

revamped arcana apprentice yahoo. it has been a While

i dont care what tumbl does to quality i'll live its an impulse post either way

[hypochodriac]

click for better quality :))

Robro belongs to @badlydrawnbabydirk / @0rphiichaze didnt know which acc to tag so i did both to be safe

so i should clarify im not the anon that asked abt the self ship art but i saw the post that allowed us to go ham so i did dhjfygjsfb i had fun w it

might make more if the mood strikes but this was mega fun !

[starrywangxian]

happy international hot and spicy food day to wei wuxian

(Image Description: The cover art for the extra episode Glutinous Rice Congee from the Chinese MDZS audio drama drawn in a cute simplistic comic style. There are two rows of tables with characters sat at it with Wei Wuxian in the bottom left hand corner. The character in the back row to the left is Lan Qiren. He is red in the face covering his mouth with red liquid around his fingers and his hand is slamming against the table holding a sign that reads zero in Hanzi (零). Lan Wangji is next to him in the back row in the middle. He is sipping on a bowl with a small amount of red liquid dripping over the top of the bowl, his eats are red and a bead of sweat is on his right cheek. He is gripping a sign that has the Hanzi for ten (拾). In the table in front of him has a plack with his name written on it like he's a judge in a contest. Next to him in the back row on the right end of the table is Jiang Cheng. He is looking at Lan Wangji to his left with a look of disbelief and much judgement (typical jc behaviour). He's holding a sign that says the Hanzi for the number three (叁). In the front row to the left is Lan Jingyi. His tongue is out and he is red in the face and on his ears. He is looking very worriedly at Lan Qiren. On the table in front of him is a bowl of red glutinous rice congee with a soup in the bowl and a little of the liquid has spilled onto the table. He has a name plack in front of him too and he's holding a sign that has the number one in Hanzi (壹) on it. Lan Sizhui is sat next to him in the front row to the right. He has a slight blush on his cheeks and ears. His mouth is open in an O shape and he's looking at Lan Qiren. On the table in front of him is a bowl of the glutinous rice congee and he has a name plack. He's holding a sign in his left hand with the number eight in Hanzi (捌) on it. Wei Wuxian is in the bottom left hand corner smiling with his eyes closed holding a big steaming pot of glutinous rice congee with cloth to act as oven gloves. Rising from the pot is a mist of red and little stars. He has a slight blush to his cheeks and he's wearing a pink-ish white bandana on his head. There is a little heart to the right of him <3)

[deathbyoctopi]

Once upon a lovey day, far from Yi City...

Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen had gone out in a night hunt, and for reasons Xiao Xingchen had to dress like a fine lady, flowery robes, veiled hat and all. I had this idea in my mind...

...AND NOW I HAVE IT ON PAPER TOO!!!!!!🤩🤩🤩

Courtesy of the wonderful @wrathyforest who is a treasure and I super-recommend them to do art because they always capture Xue Yang's smile sooo well!!!

It now belongs to my fic A Comdey of Yi City Errors.

AND!

If wondering why Xiao Xingchen was in these lovely clothes is not intriguing enough to go check it out, know that right past this lovely couple there was someone else we also know...

Intrigued yet? 😁😆🤭

Here, have a look...

A family of three was leaving the inn as Song Lan arrived, but he didn’t pay them any mind, eager to get out of the rain - other than noting that the woman, dressed in a fine green gown and a veiled rain-hat, was rather tall. He wasn't watching, so he only heard the child, who carried an umbrella and a bamboo pole, complain loudly.

“Why did we have to walk three days, to get to this shitty place in this shitty weather? Why did we have to come here, anywa--aaya!?”

Song Lan saw, out of the corner of his eye, that the girl had slipped on the veranda threshold and had just caught herself. Then, an oddly familiar shrill laugh reached him through the pouring rain.

The sound was oddly upsetting. Song Lan was startled. Where had he heard a laugh like that before? But when he began to turn to take a closer look at that man, he slipped on the veranda steps as well, almost losing balance.

He managed to catch himself in time, and afterwards kept his back turned away from them out of a flustered sense of sudden ridicule. In doing so, he didn’t notice the young man dressed in black, turning around to look at him curiously from below his own rain hat.

“What’s wrong, Chengmei?”

“Some guy almost slipped on that thing again. They really ought to put a rug or something.”

“As if you cared! You only turned to look because you wanted to see him fall flat on his ass!”

The wind carried the three voices, but the pouring rain distorted them to make them almost unrecognizable. Again, Song Lan wasn’t paying any attention, removing his soaked outer robes in distaste and looking forward to a bath. He left the damp robes and his muddy boots outside, and entered.

Keep reading in ao3!

[thatswhatsushesaid]

I just re-read the whole guanyin temple sequence for the sole purpose of finding and sharing that devastating piece of official xiyao art with the rest of the class (as one does when one resides full-time in xiyao hell, like I do), and that re-read just drilled home for me just how easily jin guangyao could have killed or at the very least seriously injured literally everyone who converged on the temple--if he had wanted to. case in point:

jin guangyao has lots of jin sect disciples with him on-site exhuming his mother's remains. it would absolutely have been possible to tell them to stop digging and start helping him clean house instead;

lan xichen's spiritual energy has been sealed;

as soon as lan wangji shows up, jin guangyao manipulates him into sealing his spiritual energy as well by threatening wei wuxian. ...and then he lets wei wuxian go so that he and lan wangji can have their Moment, to go oversee the exhumation process instead (say 'thank you, xiandu,' you wouldn't have that heart-felt love confession without his leniency);

as soon as su minshan shows up, that's one more armed and capable (shut up sms critics, there will be no sms slander on this post; he's cringe, not incompetent) cultivator on his side;

when he provokes jiang cheng into leaping to wwx's defence (something that even wwx points out is unnecessary, since wangxian could easily have leapt out of range of jgy's guqin string strike), he stabs jiang cheng right in the chest--but intentionally does not deal him a mortal injury. instead, he just seals his meridians and basically sends him to go sit the corner to stew impotently next to poor, emotionally traumatized jin ling;

all of this happens before nhs's trap is triggered. jgy has the upper hand, he is in complete control of the situation, and while he is on a pretty tight deadline, it is absolutely clear at this point that his priority is not in sowing more chaos and bloodshed, but in retrieving meng shi's remains and stopping additional interference. sure, he's spilling all the tea to provoke his opponents into making mistakes so that he can take advantage of their weaknesses to disable them. but that was his goal: to disable.

like... killing all of these conveniently disabled captives would have been the logical next step for someone hellbent on mass murdering the whole jianghu to cover up his dirty little secrets, and he absolutely could have done it, if he'd wanted to.

but he didn't.

--- this post has been added to my dreamwidth meta archive here: https://thatswhatsushewrote.dreamwidth.org/9014.html