what if when they’re in high school pran gets the idea to send pat little anonymous notes, hidden in delicately folded pieces of origami

Let me ask you again: there is a cultivator raised in a renowned sect, first of all the disciples and with a golden core stronger than nearly any other, but before he disappeared, he started practicing demonic cultivation. He was suddenly discovered by his sect and, to punish him for his deeds, was disowned with shame and as quietly as possible. Without a golden core or a sect to return to, he continued his crooked way of cultivating. What should be done? [Modern Cultivation AU]

No one listens to the radio in this day and age, but somehow from a bunch of left clicking and right clicking, through Facebook and Twitter and Youtube, Wei Ying finds himself on the WQHS homepage—the UPenn student radio station, promising eclectic tastes from a variety of hosts. Wei Ying can’t remember giving a shit about his old college’s student radio before he dropped out, but it’s eleven at night and he has nothing else better to do. He clicks on the button that says Listen Here! and waits to be impressed.

“Can’t you be a good husband and let me off easy? Let me out early today? Look how nice it is!”

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)

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan use break hot tubs.

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~

[Mark/Eduardo Ex Machina AU. WIP]

“Blegh,” Wei Ying says. “I hate being sick, Lan Zhan… my throat is so sore… why do I talk so much?”

“Stop talking then,” Lan Zhan says.

“You don’t mean that,” Wei Ying says, in his half-asleep daze. “I know you’ll never admit it, Lan Zhan, but you like it when I talk.”