justice, not charity

“I want to take someone back to the cloud recesses… take him back and hide him.”

📖 Mdzs | Wangxian

They love, love, love so much!

sometimes a family can just be a necromancer, a fierce corpse, the fierce corpse’s lesbian sister and a turnip baby

lan wangji & wei wuxian

The Untamed | Ep. 15

— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh

yiling patriarch

more lil beans (in love this time)

[image is several chibi drawings of couples from mo dao zu shi: wei wuxian lying in lan wangji’s lap, both smiling peacefully, with lotuses scattered around and a cloudy crescent moon in the background; lan wangji catching wei wuxian by the hand, their gazes focused on each other; two rabbits nuzzling, one white with lop ears and a blue ribbon, and one black with pricked ears and a red ribbon; lan xichen raising jin guangyao out of a bow, both smiling; and wen qing and jiang cheng standing with their backs to each other. wen qing is glancing over her shoulder sadly, while jiang cheng stares stonily down at a comb he’s holding.]

the name of that song;

“You don’t pay love back; you pay it forward.” –Lily Hardy Hammond, In the Garden of Delight, 1916

yunmeng represent!

[image is a drawing of jiang yanli, wei wuxian, and jiang cheng dressed in modern styles, standing with their arms linked. yanli is in an oversized lavender sweater, a purple mesh skirt with 3D applique of a lotus pond on the outer layer, and chunky sneakers. wei wuxian is wearing a red crop top with the letters YLLZ on it, a black bomber-style jacket with embroidery of a pair of red wings, and heavily distressed black jeans. jiang cheng has short hair and is wearing a black leather jacket over a purple shirt with a snake pattern and dark slacks. yanli and wei wuxian are grinning, while jiang cheng has an aloof expression.]

for those who saved their loves, and those who didn’t.

words by caitlyn siehl, ‘start here’

[images are two stylized paintings with similar compositions. the first is a portrait of wei wuxian as the yiling patriarch, backlit with an eerie red glow, one exhausted eye visible as he plays his ghost flute; in the shadows under him, wei wuxian and lan wangji sit together in an isolated patch of grass, leaning together affectionately. text overlaid reads, “when is a monster not a monster?

the second is a portrait of jin guangyao, his face featureless but for his manic, dimpled smile, backlit in an ominous dark gold; he is flexing his fingers and golden threads trail off them as would a puppeteer’s strings. in the shadows underneath him, lan xichen kneels in profile, entirely alone. text overlaid reads, “oh, when you love it.”]

what will you do?

[image is a stylized drawing of wei wuxian crawling across a flood of red, bleeding from the mouth, his eyes hidden under his disheveled hair. countless colourless, disembodied hands read out to snatch at his hair and clothes as if meaning to drag him back. near the bottom are written two phrases in bitmap text, formatted like a video game selection field: “be good” and “survive”. the second phrase is in bold, as though to indicate that it’s the current selection.]

Happy New Year!

I apologize for the very generic background, I had to kinda rush through this.