Dreams in Yi city

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Song Lan from my Steam-Punk AU world of Mo Dao Zu Shi.

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I have always wanted to draw XXC with his sword Shuanghua spirit. I imagine her to look like a snow fairy.  70x50, rice paper, watercolours, ink, acrylics. 

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A reverse scene of that moment, where XY leans close in to sense XXC spirit, almost kissing his dead lips. #xueyang #xiaoxingchen #xuexiao #yicityfanart #watercolor #ghost 

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Don't forget me, Daozhang.

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Since I do not have any new pictures, here are some more wip pictures from the SL week.

Enjoy.

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I am a bit behind the schedule in posting here my works for SL week.

Here is Day 6 - Grief

A finished work and a WIP picture if you fancy it.

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Day 5 of Song Lan appreciation week on tw.

Todays prompt - Touch.

This one was inspired by the awesome story of Heaven Has a Road by @silvysartfulness

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Day 3 of Song Lan appreciation week. Prompt "Family" .

Song Lan visits his temple, Baixue and introduces his new friend XXC to his family: shifu and brothers.

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Day 2 of frostandsnow2022 week of SL appreciation. The prompt was "snow"

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Well, this Tumblr account was started to post this picture, actually. But I have never figured out how to re-open a private post, so had to re-upload it.

Anyway, this was made for a song-xue-xiao 2021 exchange.

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My entry for the currently ongoing SL appeeciation week on TW. The first day prompt was "gift"

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Song Lan watched for several moments the flames engulfing YiCity. Paper dolls, delapidated buildings, dried bones, XY's body and XXC's coffin. Everything embraced by the all-cleansing fire.

He took a heaving sigh and turned his back, carrying two swords and a spirit trapping pouch away from here, never to return....

The fire was so bright he could not have seen some drawings starting to glow on the ground. Even if he turned. Which Song Lan did not. He was resolutely making his undead way into the world and his lonely future.

He needed to get used to being a selfconcious firce corpse. To not let himself be overcome by the dark energy or low desires of the undead. To not let his mind be clouded by rage and misguided by wishful thinking, like now, when it tried to make him believe there was something going on behind the sound of fire.

Everyone was dead. Dead and burning. Song Lan took one more step towards the city border. And another. And then another.

Behind him, the seal glowed bright in the dusty ground of the coffin house yard.

Writings brighter than the earthly flames and stronger than fates. A painful death and a cultivator's blood splattered on them were the final offering that brought them to life.

And them, in turn, brought to life someone else.

- Chengmei, our breakfast is burning, - shouted Xiao Xingchen trying to properly wake up. Since when did his bed feel so hard and uncomfortable....

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A modern au XXC is singing carols to woth everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

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SL travelling with two swords and XXC soul is a bag.

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A-Yao would always be in Lan Xichen's heart. Blooming like a golden peony. Heartbreaking and precious.

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Something wicked this way comes....or XY is happy to get his Daozhang back. XXC is back from the death and is marching the streets of Yi city.

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Xue Yang on the verge of death. Welcomed or perhaps consumed by the restless ghosts of the Yi city. I dreamed of this one day, when the mind is somewhere between conscious and dreams.