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Love doesn't only involve a caress, in fact, that's just an accessory to it. Love is when they sit beside you and ask, "How was your day?". Love is when your thoughts resonate and they answer themselves, "You are tense, did the boss scold you again?, Let me get you a hot chocolate."

#my art #love #intimacy #flowers #hands #butterfly #relationship #ball pen #pen sketch

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unwavering

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I believe that Wangji's love for Wei Wuxian was a kind of slow poison to him. It fed his irrational, obsessive side and it happened for 13 years. That's why he was so desperate.

Found this idea on net, and this just came to me.

#lan wangji #wei wuxian #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #fanart #gel pen #the grandmaster of diabolism #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wangxian #lan zhan #wei ying #13 years #paper and ink

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One man who build up an army away from its motherland, this man will always have my respect. Jai Hind.

#10 min art #subhas chandra bose #subhaschandrabose #netaji #freedom fighters #republic day #india #my art #INA #pen sketching #gel pen

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Percy’s achilles heel being the middle of his back is real rough if you think about it because one slap to the back by some dude at school and he’s down in seconds, dead in a high school hallway

#lololol

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Blue pencils, 21x30cm

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#beautiful

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#10 min art #my art #wei wuxian #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #fanart #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the grandmaster of diabolism #markers

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#I wanted to draw my IDEAL body #and then modify a bit #centaur #my art #ball pen #harry potter #percy jackon and the olympians #greek mythology #chiron

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#saw a similar idea on net #and found resemblance with yin tiger tally #wei wuxian #my art #yin tiger tally #yin iron #yiling laozu #yiling patriarch #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #markers #the grandmaster of diabolism #grandmaster of demonic cultivation

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A part of Lan Wangji does not die when Wei Ying does, it dissipates like it was never there at all. 

It is as if Lan Wangji has been walking a path all his life with the sound of footsteps behind him. And when he has finally steeled himself to look, no one was there. No tracks in the dirt except his own. Like he has been alone from the start. That’s what it is like to lose Wei Ying. 

Lan Wangji is not sure if just a part of his heart is gone. It feels like Lan Wangji never existed. Like a phantom ache but also not. The space around where Lan Wangji might have once existed is caving in on itself. Also, he misses Wei Ying. Deeply. 

What do you grieve for? He asks himself, A life before your rose-tinted gaze shattered? You know you do not. There is no universe where you meet Wei Wuxian and do not see how terrible this world is. 

I do not know, I think I am grieving the world Wei Ying once lived in, he replies. 

That world was horrible too, it killed him. 

It is better than the world that is celebrating his death. This world is not loved by Wei Ying. He cannot love anything when he is dead.

#i'm crying

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#wei wuxian #mdzs #pen sketching #ball pen #the grandmaster of diabolism #fanart #my art #yiling laozu #mo dao zu shi #Didn't have anything better to do and mdzs is in your heart

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Percy: Rules are made to be broken.

Chiron: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Leo: Uh, piñatas.

Annabeth: Glow sticks.

Piper: Karate boards.

Jason: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Nico: Rules.

Chiron:

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It is known that Hanguang-Jun, every new moon, goes deep into the woods.

No one knows what he does there nor why he leaves only during the new moons, and even more confusingly, why he takes a rabbit lantern with him. Lan Sizhui is the only disciple who dares ask him once about the lantern, and Hanguang-Jun’s reply lends nothing that means anything, leaving them just as in the dark as before.

They don’t know about a man with a red ribbon in his hair. They don’t know what he means to Lan Wangji.

His uncle, if asked why Lan Wangji goes off to into the night, would say to night hunt. Perhaps, privately, he thinks the same as Lan Xichen would answer: to mourn someone he once loved.

Who did Hanguang-Jun love? the disciples would whisper. Who did he love that he mourns every new moon? Who occupied his heart so completely that he has not missed a new moon in six years?

They do not ask Lan Xichen, and Lan Xichen does not ask Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji is relieved by it if only because he doesn’t know how to explain that he goes not to mourn.

He waits. The lantern is behind him, lit so it casts warm shadows on the trees in front of him, the light gentle against his back. He’s already chased away anything that could disrupt them, already quieted even in the wind as he waits in the woods so dark he can barely see past this small ring lit by a lantern whose flame burns with the steady thrum of his heart in his chest.

He always senses him a moment before he sees his shadow, like a flicker in his peripheral vision, like a sudden warmth in his throat, a gentle ease to the tension in his shoulders that he can never quite place until it’s gone, until he’s here.

And just like that, Lan Wangji breathes. He know better than to turn around and fracture the careful balance they maintain at the darkest hour under a moon unseen.

The light of the lantern is all that holds them together. Someone could walk by, not even two meters away, and never see anything at all.

The lantern does not waver. It remains steady as the rise and fall of Lan Wangji’s chest.

Lan Wangji feels him step closer, like an imprint in the air. He wants to reach, just once, touch the shadow that lingers just behind him as if it’s soft silk between his fingers, solid enough to pull ever so gently into his arms.

He does not. Instead, he speaks, slow, quiet, like a man falling in love again, after a thousand nights, after dreaming every night and wishing every day, heart growing more tender with every second.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says.

“Lan Zhan.”

#beautiful

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"Wei Wuxian!"

"Lan Wangji."

#friggin hot

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Happy new year, guys! 🎇

#wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mxtx

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#jewelry #diamond #pen sketching #pen sketch #you can color using pen #there is not nearly enough pen paintings here #my art

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#dragon #pen and ink #pen sketching #chinese mythology #my art #fk it broke my wrist #gel pen #pen sketch #sketch