Charcoal

Charcoal
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And the fourth one.
I started with a color scheme of black/grey, silver, gold and blue, but then Timberwolf came out with his hair and I took it up again with Rosewood, so magenta joined the color scheme, shortly followed by white. ^-^
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Untamed Fall Fest 2020: Day 14 - Savor
(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)
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When Lan Wangji came back to the bedroom, breakfast now spread out on the table, Wei Wuxian was already awake and sitting up in bed, even though it was way too early for his standards. The soft sheets were still partly wrapped around him, as was the innermost robe of the rich, red wedding robes Lan Wangji had peeled him out of the night before. The shimmering red fabric with little gems sewn into the hems was pooling around his form in a lovely contrast to the pale blue sheets, exposing the creamy skin of his back and arms.
When Wei Wuxian turned to him, he smiled, his dark hair flowing down his back in mussed waves, reminding Lan Wangji of how he had combed his fingers through it in the night, how he had wrapped it around his hand, had pulled it…
“Lan Zhan”, Wei Wuxian interrupted his straying thoughts, his fingers beginning to absentmindedly braid some of the hair over his shoulder, a soft smile on his lips. “Good morning.”
“Mn. Good morning”, he answered, unable to take his eyes off the picture of this, his, beautiful, precious man in his bed.
“Is breakfast already here? I must say I’m starving after all that strenuous activity you put me through last night, Lan Zhan.” The smile on Wei Wuxian’s lips turned into a wicked little grin and in a bit, Lan Wangji would go over there and kiss those lips until they drop open to let out all those delicious little sounds his shameless husband made last night.
In a bit, after he gave himself a few more moments to savor this picture before him, so he may never forget it…
in celebration of 9 years, reblog and tag: first bias/current bias. first song, first mv, first comeback. favorite song, favorite mv, favorite comeback.

Stratos
(1/5)
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First of a series of five pictures in total. I had to deal with all the boyband vibes I’ve been getting over the last weeks somehow ;)

Rosewood
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Third piece.
The titles are names of color shades, by the way.

Gather
(You can also find this on my Ao3-account)
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Wei Wuxian let himself fall to the ground, ignoring the pain in his knees upon impact. Without hesitation he reached for Lan Wangji, pulling him close, into his arms, pressing him to his body, holding on tightly. His wings rose automatically, creating a protective wall around them, Lan Wangji’s own wings twitching in reaction to the light brush of leathery skin and bone against them.
“Step away, Wei Wuxian!”, one of the cultivators before them demanded, lifting his sword and pointing it at them.
Wei Wuxian bared his teeth in a cruel smile, letting the Yiling Laozu out of the dark, twisted cage inside of him, felt him take deep breaths of resentful energy and let it rush through his body, until a red tinge to his vision told him his eyes had changed their color to a deep, bloody red. His wings quivered in their position, the resentful energy making them seem much bigger and menacing than they were.
“You want him?”, he replied, hearing the dark, rumbling undertone in his voice and noting with satisfaction the terror that began spreading over the cultivators’ faces, “You can have him. Over my dead body.” The resentful energy began gathering visibly in the air, building up to coiling bands, that twisted around him like snakes, while his arms pulled Lan Wangji in even tighter.
“You come any closer and I will rip you apart, body and soul, until there’s nothing left of you but ashes.”
(I had planned on submitting this to fytheuntamed’s fall fest, but I just couldn’t get the colors right and didn’t. Now, I decided to f*** color and here it is, because I invested too much time for it to go unseen. Hope you enjoy!)