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respectthepetty · 28 days
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I already wrote this, but I'm not moving past it.
Qian does not hug Lili.
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Qian corrected San Pang by telling him that he didn't hold Yuan but that Yuan held him.
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My man is not a touchy-feely guy. He does not like touching people. He does not like talking about his emotions. He does quick pats and exits. He gives short answers and bounces.
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But when it really comes down to it . . .
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When it comes to Yuan . . .
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He's different.
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This is what the light x dark color dynamic is for and seeing Qian be lighter for Yuan is sending me into a frenzy.
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jingsyuans · 12 days
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Spit smears on your skin, dribbles down between your legs. The sound is debauched and lewd, slick and wet as a head of silver hair moves up and down. Lips messy as they suck loudly on your prick before pulling away, swollen as they kiss along the length. The chains linking your handcuffs and keeping your hands above your head rattle as you bite your tongue and thrash.
Jing Yuan’s tongue lolls out, messy and wet. His golden eyes on you, his face flushed. You can feel his hot breath on your cock and you shudder, forcing yourself to look away from him.
“I can’t wait,” his voice is hoarse, a gut wrenching, toe curling sound because it’s no doubt from how deep he was taking you in his mouth just moments before. “Until we’re past this part.”
You want to argue with him, deny him. But Jing Yuan is delusional and powerful and you’ve learned to keep your mouth shut. Your gums have torn quite a bit from how you’ve bitten them to keep your mouth shut, and despite how disturbing it is, you much prefer the taste of your own blood than the taste of him when he tries to kiss you.
“You’ll put your hands through my hair,” he says, continuing to talk to himself more than anything else as he stares and stares. His lips kissing up your spit slick cock. He smiles, voice deep and pleased as he seems to imagine it. “You’ll tug. You’ll moan. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”
But he knows you aren’t ready to entertain him with an answer, so his eyes slip shut and his calloused hand strokes you, positioning the head of your cock back on his mouth before he sinks down again. He takes all of you so easily, and Jing Yuan moans as he does so. Happy to take all of you, to feel his mouth full. Even when your hips jolt and your legs kick, a knee-jerk reaction he knows you can’t help, it’s all lovely to him.
The chain rattles again as your stomach tenses, and he knows you’re close. Jing Yuan entertains the thought of edging you for hours, until you finally give in and beg him to let you cum down his throat. It’s an enticing thought, but he already did that yesterday. Now, he feels a little lazier. So he lets himself make a mess, sloppy and wet as he moves up and down your cock with a loving hum, eyes peeling open again to watch your face when you’re brought over the edge. Your cum is tangy and bitter but he takes it all, swallowing without a care as his hand strokes your length to milk it all out while he suckles on your head.
“Mm… sour as ever,” Jing Yuan comments with a smile when he finally pulls away from you. “But still not as bitter as some of the dragon lady’s medicine. Even so, you know I’d be much happier to drink you all up even if you tasted a hundred times worse.” The hand on your cock moves to your thigh, moving up and down as if it were a comforting gesture as he rises up from his spot. “One day, you’ll appreciate that.”
One day.
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theside-b · 24 days
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UNKNOWN (2024) episode 8 - the distance between us and love
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poobirdy · 8 hours
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xin mo did not become the demonic op sword of all three realms for this!!! for @kawouwu who asked for binggeyuan sillies! thank you for your donation to svsss' gotcha 4 gaza!
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windtorndagger · 10 months
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Yanqing, running into Jing Yuan's room to ask for more money for swords: General! General!
Dan Heng, who had been up all night adding to the data bank while Blade and Jing Yuan played chess: Jing Yuan, please stop your child.
Yanqing: uh
Dan Heng: shit
Blade, who is a very light sleeper: I'll give you a couple thousand Strale if you leave right now and not tell a single soul, including Jing Yuan, this happened.
Yanqing: Deal!
Dan Heng, groaning into his pillow that they got found out: We are never going to live this down.
Blade: Could be worse. Could have been March 7th or Silver Wolf.
(Meanwhile Jing Yuan, pretending to be asleep, struggles to hide his smile.)
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jade-len · 4 months
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i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.
picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.
it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.
and then he gets to the sword.
demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.
but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.
when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.
the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.
and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.
the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.
luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.
instead, he hears this:
"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."
but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.
"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."
"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."
"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."
"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"
somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.
weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.
xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.
it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.
sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.
maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.
maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.
"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.
hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."
xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.
...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.
(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)
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itsredpaint · 9 months
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Mara struck Jing yuan gets a visit from an unfamiliar face
Inspired by fanart, enabled by a friend
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emo-nova · 5 months
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Okay, au where Shen Yuan is the older than Shen Jiu and Yue Qing. And this boy just goes "I'm a single mother of two" mode, he is responsible but is on the fringes of unhealthily independent as to make sure both of these kids get food and water and have a somewhat decent childhood.
Shen Jiu most likely sees Shen Yuan as a reliable adult but with a bad penchant of focusing too much on Shen Jiu and Yue Qi for resources. Yue Qi sees the same but wants to help Shen Yuan in getting more food and water.
Of course when the Qiu House comes knocking, Shen Yuan puts himself in the stead of Shen Jiu and ensures both of them leave. While Shen Yuan tries to both get a better standing in the house and looking to leave over the course of the years, he doesn't hold out much hope for Shen Jiu and Yue Qi to come back.
Last SY saw of them, they were kids, thin and tiny and barely fast enough to outrun adults. But when almost a decade comes, both of them rock up.
SJ is pissed, but looks composed, but still ready to burn the place down. YQ is livid, looking calm as anything, but is talking very nicely with the Young Master of the house in getting one of their slaves.
SY is brought out. He looks slightly healthier, not much, but he has some weight to him, and he is clothed better than rags. He looks presentable. He looks over to the two and has a mini heart attack.
Dawning realisation that "oh fuck, I was raising the scum villain and the head of Cang Qiong Peak" add a light anxiety attack in his head as he just watches everything happen.
They leave, SY in slight shock as he is now free, to Cang Qiong. Now this can go anywhere.
I personally want SY to not be a cultivator but a librarian to the libraries of SJ's peak to help Binghe get the correct manuel but also guide him a teacher-adjacent way to him and others.
Sure, SY would have a shorter life compared to others, but I think with him trying to become a cultivator when he is an adult already would be more difficult and just not worth it.
But anyone can pick this up to something else, possible with a hibernating system until Binghe comes around? Who knows? But enjoy this random, in the moment au :D
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another-goblin · 7 months
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Spoilers for Jingliu's mission
Just some random thoughts
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cloud-hymn · 8 months
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modern au renheng as yanqing’s godparents but neither of them have any idea how to interact with a child so their whole dynamic is just that one video that’s like
dan heng: …
blade: …so do you want a beer?
jing yuan: HES 13
blade: IDK WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HIM???
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tcfactory · 3 months
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I have an idea I will need to ruminate on later to flesh it out more, but it goes something like this:
Shang Qinghua is God of the World, in the sense that he was a god who got a premonition of a Calamity that would destroy the entire world. So to prevent that all the gods pool their power to separate the world into one where all the mythology and stuff is real and a copy that's basically a low-magic/no-magic version that will be safe from said Calamity. They make the System to keep the two separated-but-connected and to help Shang Qinghua remake the original world when the time is right. Shang Qinghua, as the god who foresaw the looming disaster and was pivotal in averting it got tasked with taking the remaining divine power and going to the other world to hide from the Calamity and write the world back into existence once it's all over.
Except something goes wrong. One world is destroyed as anticipated, but Shang Qinghua has lost his godly powers and his memories when he got placed into the no-magic world. He's just our poor author friend Airplane bro.
The System is so relieved when the creator finally starts to write that it immediately implements it all without screening - System has been programmed to be very efficient! It can extrapolate from the smallest crumbs to recreate the world and its history in full! When Shang Qinghua has written enough that the world is back to its fully functioning glory the System is meant to bring the author-creator back to survey the world, but it does an oopsie and hey, transmigration! The restrictions on having to follow the plot are there so Airplane can experience the the life of a human in this recreated world as he had written it, so that corrections can be made before the new world is finalized. The 'Return Home' function isn't meant to take Shang Qinghua back to the other world, it's meant to turn him back into a proper God of the World(s) so he can make revisions, with full admin access. That's why it can't be dismissed permanently, it will happen eventually when Shang Qinghua reaches the end of his life or ascends.
The PIDW world also exists, as a backup copy in a way? So god Qinghua can always look at it and check what the effects of his revisions are. It's real enough that Bingge gets to hop over to the SVSSS world for his appearance in the extras.
Shen Qingqiu gets the System's attention because during his qi deviation he briefly makes contact with his incarnation in the other world and gets a full set of copies of Shen Yuan's memories. Someone who has read the Divine Work and can help keep Airplane on track with the plot and in character, because System is getting really agitated that its god is trying really hard to get out of what the System perceives as a short roleplay session. So it locks Shen Jiu's memories away for the time being and let's 'Shen Yuan' lose on the world.
A lock that gets eventually removed shortly after canon SVSSS ends. And the Shen Jiu personality and all his memories take priority because they are the ones that originally belong to this incarnation.
It's a big old mess, waking up and realizing that he lived the last couple of years as if he was a spoiled young master, shoved against his will into someone else's life. The memories from Shen Yuan's life in the other world are faded - still there, but they don't have as much of an effect on him anymore - but the things he felt and experienced since his qi deviations are all very vivid and very disorienting.
He needs time, to make sense of himself. He needs to think and he needs to be away from Binghe for a while, because the jealous disdain he felt for the child who had all the inherent gifts needed for success but still acted the helpless sheep and the love 'Shen Yuan' felt for adult Binghe are both there, equally vivid.
When he comes out of secluded meditation he's... different. Not cruel Shen Jiu, not kind Shen Yuan, but something in between. Much closer to the former, to the initial displeasure of most everyone who's not Yue Qingyuan, but there are aspects of the person he became in the last few years that he refuses to let go.
The eventual talk with Luo Binghe is beyond uncomfortable. It's not easy to admit to someone so much more powerful than him that he's more of the person Binghe hated rather than the person he loved. He's not the kind shizun, he refuses to pretend to be. If Luo Binghe wants to leave, there could be a way for him to go to Shen Yuan, who is the closest thing, but Binghe should keep in mind: that's not the person who has fallen in love with him. He likely would, if given a chance to meet Binghe, but they don't have history together.
He tells him that despite everything, the person Shen Qingqiu is now still loves Luo Binghe - loves him differently so things will need to change, but this is all he can offer. If Luo Binghe is willing to give it a try and see if he can love this sharper, more cruel Shen Qingqiu back, then Shen Qingqiu will not push him away.
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twistedappletree · 10 months
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Big headcanon that Lan Xichen adored baby A-Yuan when Lan Wangji brought him to the Cloud Recesses.
Big headcanon that he adored him so much, LWJ actually had to stop his brother from spoiling him because he wanted A-Yuan to be equal and have the same experience as the other Lan juniors so there wasn’t any favoritism/jealousy or bullying against him.
Big headcanon that Lan Xichen found more practical ways to spoil him because he saw how smart and fast-learning little A-Yuan was and always made sure he had the tools and resources to excel in his studies and cultivation.
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jingsyuans · 29 days
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Tonight we’re thinking how good jing yuan would look while sucking dick
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sh1-n0bu · 2 months
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i FUCKIN DESPISE you jing yuan. like i LOATHE you, get it? i hope you perish. i had ur son and 3 wives at hostage yet u didnt dare come? i even awakened an ascension material boss with yanqing in front and u dare not come home and instead send me e3 welt?????
done. diseased. u are no longer one of my favorites. we are DONE. im taking the kids with me and no u will never get to see them ever again. i hope you perish
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baeshijima · 9 months
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blade fic where you were both dating back in the high-cloud quintet era (having been a close friend of dan feng it was inevitable you would be introduced to the members). one could call it a fairytale romance with just how perfect you both seemed to be for one another, and how effortlessly happy you were together.
at least, that was until yingxing died.
fast forward to the present timeline. jing yuan appears amidst the confrontation of a certain quartet after a battle, and blade can only stand there unsatisfied with his limited time. that is, until he notices another presence behind the general tending to the young boy on the ground — you.
you look the same as he last remembers, a feat hard to come by considering his scattered memories and driving motive of vengeance, though he supposes it’s to be expected when vidyadhara reincarnations tend to look the same.
when you return his gaze, his heart flutters just as it did all those years ago once more, his breath caught in his throat. but when you fixate him with a cold expression, your body protectively blocking yanqing from view, he swore his already barren world burned into ashes.
for blade, in that moment, he has never wished to go back in time so badly; even if it was for just a moment.
(if it could prevent you from looking at him like that — like he was nothing but an enemy — he would do so in a heartbeat.)
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merosiada · 11 months
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Still haven't return home
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