Lan Wangji must miss his husband over this amnesiac of a man Wei Wuxian has turned into. Well, Wei Wuxian will show him! He’ll be even better—or at least, try to be just as good of a husband as he would be, without his memory loss.

Lan Wangji loves every moment he spends with Wei Wuxian, and yet cannot help looking forward to each one that will come.

與你生同一個衾，死同一個槨。(我儂詞, 管道昇)

Another party, another hot tub.

As it turns out, the Lans have a perfectly good hot tub, too.

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan use break hot tubs.

“Oh, Hanguang-jun,” Wei Wuxian says, as one inky tentacle, warm and silky, wraps around Lan Wangji. “You’re just as depraved as the rest of us mere cultivators. As my demonic cultivation.”

Wei Wuxian returns from the Burial Mounds as a vampire.

See, dragons are a thing of myth, of legend. So Wei Ying doesn’t really expect it one afternoon when he’s taking a detour walking back from school to avoid Wen Chao & his crew, ends up in a forest, and accidentally stumbles upon a dragon.

In the virtual airplane flying over the island, appropriately called Yiling, Lan Zhan watches as bits and pieces of the island load in. There are many Statues of David, a gothic teacup ride, and, from what Lan Zhan can see, an entire field of spoiled turnips.

hanguang-jun @hanguangjun
Do you need turnips to sell?

timmy and tommy in a trenchcoat @yilinglaozu
oh! no haha! 😅 those are from a while ago but my brother insists i keep them there
for the ~aesthetic~

Wei Ying gestures to his outfit. His hands are buried deep within the hoodie; he’s mostly gesturing with the sleeves. “Well, it works with the whole get up, you see?”

“The…” Lan Zhan looks down at where his fingers are toying with the top of Wei Ying’s thigh highs. Wei Ying pretends he is not shivering. “…skirt. And these stockings.”

“Thigh highs, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying says, batting at him with the end of a sleeve.