#soooooooft

[miss-ute]

[clayandstuff]

Echoven + Extremely necessary touching

bonus: 

Raven: if I hold Echo with two hands I won’t lose her again. 

Echo: *is hold*

[besanii]

LWJ when he first sees WWX wear the hairpin he gave :O

Lan Wangji closes his eyes as Wei Wuxian runs the comb through his long hair. The faint scent of citrus peel and flowers waft gently from the pan of rice water on the table beside them as Wei Wuxian dips the comb inside and swirls it around before running it through Lan Wangji’s hair again in long, clean strokes. He smiles when Lan Wangji tips his head back to rest against him.

“Comfortable?” he asks, pausing in his work to stroke Lan Wangji’s temple. Lan Wangji hums softly.

“Yes,” he says without opening his eyes. “Very much so.”

Wei Wuxian laughs softly and brushes a light kiss over his forehead.

“I can’t continue if you don’t sit up,” he chides. Lan Wangji pretends not to have heard him. “Lan Zhan. We’re going to be late to the banquet.”

“Let them wait,” Lan Wangji murmurs, reaching up to tangle Wei Wuxian’s fingers with his own. “Just a little longer.”

“Taishi will probably say I’ve corrupted you,” Wei Wuxian says, running a finger along the bridge of Lan Wangji’s nose. “And he’ll be even more upset at me than usual.”

He taps the crease that appears between Lan Wangji’s brow and smooths it over with a kiss. Lan Wangji releases his hand with a sigh and obediently raises his head to allow him to continue brushing his hair. Wei Wuxian works quickly and efficiently, enjoying the feel of the silky strands running through his fingers, occasionally rewarding Lan Wangji with a soft, teasing caress over his ear or temple. He braids and twists with experienced hands, sliding the silver pin to fasten it all together. 

“There,” he says, stepping away to admire his work in the mirror. “All done.”

Lan Wangji turns around in his seat to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s hand, his other hand stroking along the dark blue silk of his outer robe, admiring the silver embroidery.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against his fingers. “It looks wonderful. And you look wonderful in these robes.”

“I thought you might say that,” Wei Wuxian laughs. “They were made with you in mind, after all.”

He puts a hand on Lan Wangji’s shoulder before he can pull him down for a kiss; smiling reassuringly at Lan Wangji’s questioning look. He then walks over to one of the shelves, taking out a slim box from one of the small chests, before returning to Lan Wangji’s side, suddenly hesitant, nervous.

“Is everything alright, Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji asks, concerned. 

He gets to his feet and places a hand on his lower back, marveling still at the easy way in which Wei Wuxian now turns into his embrace. There’s a soft dusting of colour across his pale cheeks and his eyes flicker up to meet Lan Wangji’s before darting away in a manner that is almost shy; it is a new look on him, one that Lan Wangji finds both delightful and endearing. He presses the box into Lan Wangji’s hands.

It’s intimately familiar. He knows it as soon as he lays eyes on it and his heart stutters to a halt in response. 

“I thought…seeing as this is the first official banquet we will be…attending together,” Wei Wuxian says haltingly, his fingers trembling as he lifts the lid from the box, “that it would be a good time to use this gift.”

Lan Wangji lifts the pin from the box with infinite care, swallowing past the lump that has suddenly formed in his throat. He runs his thumb over the familiar edges and grooves, not trusting himself to speak. Wei Wuxian places a hand over his, looking up at him expectantly.

“Wei Ying,” he says, voice hoarse. “Are you…?”

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian says. He smiles, eyes bright with unshed tears. “Yes, I am.”

He bows his head, allowing Lan Wangji to slide the pin into place in his hair with shaking fingers. A fierce rush of joy surges through him when Wei Wuxian lifts his head and he sees, for the first time in his waking memory, the glint of the blue flowers against those dark tresses. He lurches forward and takes Wei Wuxian into his arms, burying his face into his shoulder, too overcome to do more than hold him tight lest he vanish before his eyes once more. He’s not sure he would survive it if he did.

“I’m here,” Wei Wuxian murmurs into his ear. “I’m here.”

// buy me a ko-fi //

Master Post is here

[breezered]

12, 15, 17, 30 💖

Oh hi there :)

12. Name a song that makes you feel ethereal.

ethereal….I’m not sure if this is The Song but definitely one is Mighty by Lord Huron. There’s something about it that fills my chest up and idk if that’s really ethereal but I think it’s as a close as I can get

15. Talk about something exciting or good that happened to you this year.

you just want me to say you, eh? hmm in all seriousness, I think just like all the connections I’ve made with so many different people this year. Nothing else has really gone on for me but my internationals have made this year survivable and dare I say good.

17. What is something you own that is important to you? What makes it so important?

this is really hard fjsjfhd uhmmmm honestly I’m not sure. I feel like there are a lot of things that I like but im not sure I have anything that I can think of that feels like ‘important’. It’s gonna make me sound like a real hippie (which you should enjoy) but idk I just don’t place that value on material things very often? Of course I say that now and watch me remember something in like five minutes hahaha

30. What do you do to feel at peace?

used to be playing ringette but obviously that hasn’t happened for a while. Sometimes it’s just playing some music, or clowning around with a familiar video game. but honestly like, the past while, I feel most at peace talking to you, kat, and Ida. clowning and being serious and watching dumb shows and playing games, it’s been the absolute highlight of my year 💖

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

“I’m cranky when you make me up? Pot meet kettle, sir. I swear you’re an entirely different person when I have to wake you up to say goodbye for work. And I’m not an immortal being with superhuman strength and speed, so don’t even act like you can’t handle me.”

Adam chuckles. Even exhausted and half asleep, his Liv is so sassy. Patting her head, he quickly puts away the food in the fridge, holding his breath as he does. Then he takes the soda as well as a damp washcloth before returning to Liv's side.

"Little vixen, can you sit up?" He whispers. "You just need to lean against my chest. I'll do the rest." He pulls the duvet off her and sheds his robe, sitting beside her so she can sit up and lean into him. "And I've brought your soda."

~Adam

His quick departure passed in the blink of her heavy eyes, sleep beckoning her into its comforting abyss. She’s almost lost to it when he returns, his soothing voice washing over her body and the mattress dipping with the weight of him sitting at her side. Grumpy nonsensical grumbling furrows her brows as she pushes herself up into a sitting position with her hands planted on the bed.

The chill of his home and her fatigue has her blindly curling into his side with her grasping hands molding to his lithe frame. Only when he mentions the sugary drink do her eyes open in search of it. She grabs it with both hands and brings the straw to her lips, drinking greedily. The caffeine and sugar wouldn’t keep her awake, but it would replenish some of what was willingly given to Adam.

“I’m going to need to get back on my vitamins,” she sighs.

The soda sits on her thighs when her stomach doesn’t feel quite so empty and she tilts her head back to smile at him. “You take good care of your zombie, Adam. Who knew such a softy existed under all that grumpiness? It would absolutely ruin your reputation if anyone knew what I do.”

[onewistotoro]

probably aint gonna get over this photo

[furry-stims]

Sushi pluuuush

[cowboyhudsons]

It’s far from a disaster. We’ve only just started looking for a donor.