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YKW, FUCK LIUSHEN AND BINGQIU, WE GOING THE PLATONIC CUMPLAME SOULMATES.

The moment that Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu walks up to Madam Meiyen or whatever her name was and do the flower soulmate thing. I don't want this whole. Gracious special someone's I wants.

"You have never truly met your soulmate but have talked to them various times before."

"You two will often fight but will always forgive eachother later on."

"You two will act as if you hate eachother but in reality no one will understand the part of you you've hidden better then your soulmate."

"Your soulmate is a crybaby, goddamn. But lucky you, they got quite quite the fat ass-"

Before Liu Qingge just crashes out.

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Yummeng Brothers = Bloodline (with jelly role) by Alex Warren and Jelly Roll

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Okay is it just me or is "Eternity" by Alex Warren the DEFINITION of just HuaLian.

And like it can either be just Hua Cheng or right after the battle with Jun Wu when Hua Cheng was gone and Xie Lian was waiting except if Hua Cheng never came back (oop, is that is a fanfic idea?)

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HAPPY YAOI DAY YALL!!!

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Okay wait, I had another idea for the aftermath of this, I know it's gonna suck cause I can't write people speaking well but I had to add this.

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The show had ended with Tianlang-Jun in a daze. He could hear the crowds at the front of the room, some applauding the performance, some saying crude words to each other with laughter about what they wanted to do too the performers having seen them move. Some of thier words talked of wanting to sully the stars with thier filth, and a few described just what they wanted to do the moon. And oh... how Tianlang-Jun just hated for the moment.

Tianlang-Jun could see his nephew looking at him in confusion out of the corner of his eye. His nephew was of course, used to him talking loudly throughout an act. Complimenting the dance, the music, the songs spoken aloud. But no words truly could describe the moon who had shown thier light across the entire stage.

The courtesans had made thier way off the stage, with servants blocking others way to reaching them. Some men immediately had left after the performance, some tried to go the front desk to request a night.

Tianlang-Jun just stood off to the side and listened, ignoring how much he wanted to find the moon and bask in thier light. He heard the courtesans gossip about the performance. How great eachother did, how some of them patted eachother on the shoulders. He heard the brothel madam talking to the customers, saying with fake sadness how a courtesan was already booked for the night. Or how a customer didn't have enough for a night.

He listened until the crowd had started to clear out around the front desk. Until the tables turned back to normal and all the lights had been set ablaze once again. As the brothel went back to normal, like it had been before the preformance had started. He heard it then, when a client had requested a night with the moon. Saying, "that courtesan who had been wearing the deep blue robes at the show, I want to spend a night with her". Only for the brothel madam to say with a sigh that they were unavailable for the night. A fake smile and the words about how, Jiu-er isn't one of the courtesans here rather then a guest. If you wanted to spend the night with him, I'm afraid that would be on his own merit.

Oh. Well that was interesting information.

Tianlang-Jun left after hearing that. Not because the fact he learned the moon was a man or not a courtesan here. He was frankly relieved about some of those things. The moon should never have to be tainted by unworthy or unwanted hands in a pleasure house where they rarely receive any of thier own.

To him, this only meant that he had a true chance. He had seen how those cold green eyes had softened upon seeing the stars dancing on the stage. He had felt the soft waves of qi played with each string ringing. He had seen how each string was plucked masterfully, like a scholar.

He'd seen the moon, and the moon was strong but tired. He'll find where to find the moon again and earn thier honor. But tonight, the moon needed rest. And who was Tianlang-Jun to refuse the moon from what it needed?

MORE TIANJIU, MY BELOVEDS!!!

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The candles of the Warm Red Pavilion were slowly blown out by a few servants walking around the room, dousing all the flames. Well, all the flames except for the few near the stage. Tables were shifted off to the sides as humans crowded around.

Tianlang-Jun had dragged his nephew to a spot along the back wall seeing no point to deal with the drunks if they could see the show just fine from here. Humans will always be interesting to Tianlang-Jun, but drunk humans get annoying fast.

Tianlang-Jun had already been planning to stay for the show when he had first heard about. He had came to town just too see what it was like. Of course, his intrest only grew when he overheard two of the humans who worked at the pleasure house gossip excitedly about a person, "A-Jiu", and how they'd be playing for the night. Tianlang-Jun always loved mysteries, so he just had to uncover just who they were so excited about.

When the show had started, courtesans in multicolored fabrics came onto the stage from the wings. Tianlang-Jun never really understood why they were called the wings in particular, humans always had such a funny way of naming things.

The humans on the stage were covered in light colored hanfus; light greens, pinks, purples. All of them looked stunning in thier own way, with veils covering up the bottom half of thier faces. Leaving only thier eyes, soft and polite to look down to the audience.

But they weren't what caught Tianlang-Jun's attention.

As the final light color turned to face the crowd. One final performer knelt down in the center of the stage carrying an Erhu in one hand and a bow in the other. And oh...

Tianlang-Jun couldn't focus on the music that maiden played, not from the first slow strung to the strings likely plucked. They were enchanting. If they ladies clad in light colors on the stage were stars then this one was the moon. With ink black hair, darker then the night sky. Clothes deep navy and ornamented with silver. Those cold green phoenix eyes that never left the instrument and played so confidently.

Tianlang-Jun's heart was set ablaze. Since the moment that maiden had walked onto the stage, he felt ready to fall to his knees and worship. To follow the goddess of the moon herself to his last breath. Every string rung throughout the room and Tianlang-Jun felt that fire grow brighter.

Every fabric that got in the way of that performers face he hated. Every gentle look from the courtesans sent to moon he disliked. Tianlang-Jun saw how the crowds had attached themselves to each other just trying to get closer to the stage and for the first time, he hated those humans themselves. Whatever thoughts they had to disgrace the very moon themselves, he didn't care much for the stars.

But oh... how he just wanted. To touch the moon, to lay gentle kisses along the moon's hand. To bask in the moon's like and worship. Pray, for even just a look his way.

The books Tianlang-Jun had read truly lied about how love at first sight felt. When he had found the moon himself, and his heart for the first time, felt full.

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MORE TIANJIU, MY BELOVEDS!!!

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The candles of the Warm Red Pavilion were slowly blown out by a few servants walking around the room, dousing all the flames. Well, all the flames except for the few near the stage. Tables were shifted off to the sides as humans crowded around.

Tianlang-Jun had dragged his nephew to a spot along the back wall seeing no point to deal with the drunks if they could see the show just fine from here. Humans will always be interesting to Tianlang-Jun, but drunk humans get annoying fast.

Tianlang-Jun had already been planning to stay for the show when he had first heard about. He had came to town just too see what it was like. Of course, his intrest only grew when he overheard two of the humans who worked at the pleasure house gossip excitedly about a person, "A-Jiu", and how they'd be playing for the night. Tianlang-Jun always loved mysteries, so he just had to uncover just who they were so excited about.

When the show had started, courtesans in multicolored fabrics came onto the stage from the wings. Tianlang-Jun never really understood why they were called the wings in particular, humans always had such a funny way of naming things.

The humans on the stage were covered in light colored hanfus; light greens, pinks, purples. All of them looked stunning in thier own way, with veils covering up the bottom half of thier faces. Leaving only thier eyes, soft and polite to look down to the audience.

But they weren't what caught Tianlang-Jun's attention.

As the final light color turned to face the crowd. One final performer knelt down in the center of the stage carrying an Erhu in one hand and a bow in the other. And oh...

Tianlang-Jun couldn't focus on the music that maiden played, not from the first slow strung to the strings likely plucked. They were enchanting. If they ladies clad in light colors on the stage were stars then this one was the moon. With ink black hair, darker then the night sky. Clothes deep navy and ornamented with silver. Those cold green phoenix eyes that never left the instrument and played so confidently.

Tianlang-Jun's heart was set ablaze. Since the moment that maiden had walked onto the stage, he felt ready to fall to his knees and worship. To follow the goddess of the moon herself to his last breath. Every string rung throughout the room and Tianlang-Jun felt that fire grow brighter.

Every fabric that got in the way of that performers face he hated. Every gentle look from the courtesans sent to moon he disliked. Tianlang-Jun saw how the crowds had attached themselves to each other just trying to get closer to the stage and for the first time, he hated those humans themselves. Whatever thoughts they had to disgrace the very moon themselves, he didn't care much for the stars.

But oh... how he just wanted. To touch the moon, to lay gentle kisses along the moon's hand. To bask in the moon's like and worship. Pray, for even just a look his way.

The books Tianlang-Jun had read truly lied about how love at first sight felt. When he had found the moon himself, and his heart for the first time, felt full.

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Gold and red surrounded the halls of the Southern Palace. Crowded, loud, overwhelming, it was such opulence that for once, Shen Jiu didn't hate.

He reveled in the chaos. The crowds looked upon him with a mix of distain, envy, disgust. But also, some look at him respect, revence, and adoration. He didn't really care who thought what about him of course, not for the people in the crowds who hated and despaired. He had learned in his life that caring about those kinds of people only ended up in more pain.

Shen Jiu was truly... happy, for one of the first times in his life. For the first time that would last. And he believed it would, he knew it would. For he was dressed in the same red and golden colors as the ones that clad the halls. The same as the ones that clad his beloved.

A beloved that took Shen Jiu a long time to love and a longer time to trust. But, Shen Jiu trusted his beloved, he trusted that the man who he was marrying; would burn down the world with him, or for him.

Shen Jiu trusted his beloved, through the three bows to when he unseathed his sword, and the ceremony truly began.

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"A-Jiuuuuuuuu!~"

"Junshang."

Tianlang-Jun was pouting, remind Shen Jiu why he marries this oaf again? Ah right, because he loved him or something like that.

"A-Jiu after all this time you still treat your dear baobei like this." His husband complained with a hand thrown over his heart. The red and gold robes shifting noisily with each movement.

"You!-" Shen Jiu was going to stab his husband, but then again. The demon in question would probably thank him for it. "Yes me! Your beloved husband, your most sincere worshipper. Ready to kneel before my dearest lover, my god come down to set my heart ablaze. Only to ever be healed by your cold gaze." Tianlang-Jun had always had a habit or responding in poetry. Albeit really bad poetry, but he got his taste in poetry from a yellow book, so what was there to expect of it being any good?

Shen Jiu watched as his husband kneeled before him. As his husband looked at him in a silent question to touch him. To worship him, to love him. And Shen Jiu allowed it.

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Shen Jiu let Tianlang-Jun gently take his hand, setting a gentle kiss upon the palm of his hand. Letting him trail light kisses up his hand and wrist. He didn't go any further when the sleeves couldn't be rolled up or else damaged. He knew that Shen Jiu would scold him later if he ever did.

He helped his husband to remove the belt tied around his waist. The gold sewn into the seams lightly crashing into the ornaments tied on. His beloved, his A-Jiu, his love, looked stunning in his wedding robes. He looked stunning as the robes where removed down to just the inner ones.

Tianlang-Jun made sure to be careful setting the blood red ruby comb from his lover's hair off to the side. The pins put to keep the ink black hair in place removed slowly. He didn't want to pull or tug, it could hurt his love. Something he swore on his life to never do.

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His A-Jiu was the moon. Tianlang-Jun had never been as big fan of the sun. The moon had always been his favorite. Bright in a star-filled sky, gorgeous. Cold to anyone who tried to reach it until they had earned it's light.

Tianlang-Jun fell in love the moon's light, as his A-Jiu smiled softly in his presence. And Tianlang-Jun fell in love at first sight.

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Zhujiu! (As said I would do for someone who's User I can't remember), and I would post this on Ao3 but I just didnt feel like it so oh well. Also this is a 5+1 sorta story so yeah!

1.

The first time Zhuzhi-Lang had met his husband was the same year junsha- his uncle had found him. His uncle had saved him from certian death in the Demon Realm after his mother abandoned him. Or at least, that's what he had been told after he insisted that wasn't what happened.

Zhuzhi-Lang maybe wasn't the smartest snakelet considering he had just assumed he was left in the Northern Desert as a test.... Either way, none of that was truly important anymore.

Zhuzhi-Lang had been seperated from his uncle in a crowded human street. He wasn't particularly worried of course. Junsha- HIS UNCLE, had taught him about the use of his blood parasites. Zhuzhi-Lang still felt unworthy of his uncle's blood, it was another kindness that would need to be repayed.

Zhuzhi-Lang had ended up lost around some sorts of alleyways, he had to lift his hood slightly to see the surroundings better. It was more dirty then the main streets but relatively open. There was a couple of older humans drinking something how of gourds. A couple rats and bugs, but, it was quieter then the main street so it was at least not to bad in that aspect.

Zhuzhi-Lang was about to head back out the alley to go find his uncle again but he was suddenly stopped by a hand gripping his shoulder. Zhuzhi-Lang was very tempted to bite that hand. He could practically taste the alcohol coming off the man even with this tounge still in his mouth.

"Hey kid, what are you doing around here, this ain't a safe place for young masters like you. You never know what could happen."

The words were said with malace and were greatly slurred. Zhuzhi-Lang could hear laughter in the background from the other men who were also likely drunk.

Zhuzhi-Lang was honestly just about to bite the man's hand and leave him to die. He was stopped from the man suddenly grunting in what seemed to be pain. All though, before he could turn to see, the sleeve of his cloak was grabbed and he was running behind someone into a different alley. Shouts followed them but the human (child?) who had grabbed his sleeve keep weaving through the alleys until the shouts got further away.

The child one who had grabbed Zhuzhi-Lang's sleeve had let go after he seemed to have stopped hearing the shouts completely. Turning to face him instead. The first thing Zhuzhi-Lang notice though, was the kids bright green eyes. Filled with annoyance.

"Are you an absolute idiot!? What young master would go into alleyways! How much are you really trying to die!?-"

Zhuzhi-Lang listened as the scolding continued, bowing his head slightly as he felt the hood start to lift slightly, unsure what to really do. This was the first time he honestly thinks he's ever been truly scolded. Especially by someone likely a few years younger then him. Though, it could just look like that the child was younger due to the child's height and thin arms. Zhuzhi-Lang had known about street children and slaves due to Junshan- his uncle's stories about getting nearly pick pocket-ed by them. But he had never really met one for himself, much less one who would scold him apparently?

Zhuzhi-Lang had been planning to respond. But, the kid seemed to have seen something behind him and grabbed Zhuzhi-Lang's sleeve and pulled him behind a nearby wall. It was then that he could hear footsteps entering the alleyway the kid and him were in. Along with the familiar sound of his uncle's voice calling his name.

The kid must have seen the recognition in his eyes, or maybe how his body had relaxed slightly as he had let go of his sleeve yet again. Only stopping to glare at Zhuzhi-Lang once again before running off.

By the time Zhuzhi-Lang and his uncle were about to leave town. Zhuzhi-Lang had realized that some of the silver coins that had been hiding inside his cloak were gone, and subtle dirt marks left near the pocket. Similar as to the ones that were left on his clock's sleeve.

Zhuzhi-Lang didn't really mind, but he wouldn't forget. Both about the coins, and how the child had decided to try and save (even if he really didn't need it) him from those drunks.

2.

The second time that Zhuzhi-Lang had met his husband was yet again in the human realm a couple summers later. His uncle had ended up getting the two of them lost in Lanfu Forest. The two of them have been going too a town in the west for reasons that his uncle still hadn't told him yet. Saying it was a "surprise" and to be excited.

The two of them had already run into a few different flora and fauna by this point. Most of them, of course, not being particularly strong or having any affect on them but it was still a minor annoyance.

Zhuzhi-Lang stopped walking when he could smell blood in the air. Human blood in specific, along with faint yelling coming into tune. He was sure that his uncle could tell something was wrong too by the way he had slowed down.

Continuing to walk, the two of them could see the start of a small clearing. The smell of blood and what felt like demonic qi quickly becoming recognized in the air. His uncle stopping right before entering the clearing to point too two humans. One seemed rather young, kneeling on the ground covered in what seemed to be blood (though Zhuzhi-Lang couldn't really tell if it was his own or not) and breathing harshly as demonic miasma, erratic and dark, rolled off his body in visible waves.

The seemingly older human was yelling at the blood covered one. He was a demonic cultivator by the smell of demonic qi lingering on his body, a greasy looking demonic cultivator too. The older man was yelling insults and slurs at the younger who look too tired to seemingly say anything back. Zhuzhi-Lang could see him glaring at the elder with cold, bright green eyes. Ones that now he could see clearly, were very familiar.

Zhuzhi-Lang was tempted to step forward and it seemed his uncle had the same plans as he had stepped out towards the clearing. Only alerting the two men by accidentally stepping on a stick that cracked loudly underneath his weight.

With both men looking directly towards Zhuzhi-Lang and his uncle, Zhuzhi-Lang could tell the younger man (teenager?) was the same one who had both pulled him away from those drunks in the alleyway a couple summers ago. And he could see some form of recognition in the "teens" eyes.

His uncle seemed to be about to say something, likely a "friendly" greeting of some sort. But, the older man, with a look of anger and something else Zhuzhi-Lang couldn't really name grabbed something from the front of his robe and threw it on the ground in front of the two men. Smoke clouding the area and the two men being gone as it cleared just a quick. The only traces that they had been there being the lingering scent of smoke, qi, and blood.

"Well that was rude, leaving even before tea!"

...Zhuzhi-Lang really did like and respect his uncle, but sometimes, his humor really needs to be worked on... And his taste in romance, whether in books or partners for that matter.

3.

The third time Zhuzhi-Lang had met his husband was at a brothel another couple years later, surprisingly enough. Unsurprisingly, his uncle had left him alone at a table in the main room as he chatted away with some of the courtesans. Likely something about yellow books they had similarly read or other book related topics.

The whole building smelled strongly of incense, perfumes, alcohol. It was a bit overwhelming for his tastes, but his uncle enjoyed places like these to talk so who was he to complain. Zhuzhi-Lang was a bit tempted to leave the pleasure house for a bit and get some fresh air. After all, his uncle would be able to find him easily enough once he was done here.

Quickly making sure his hood wasn't falling down before standing. Zhuzhi-Lang made it near to the door before someone new had entered the brothel. He recognized the familiar cold green eyes the moment the met his own. This time, the human looked more... well, human. He was no longer covered in dirt or ripped clothes. Nor clad in dark demonic color or qi.

Zhuzhi-Lang could see how those green eyes looked him up and down. The human had seemed to notice the light green scales on his cheek, or possibly the sharp claw like nails on his hand uncovered by his cloak. Zhuzhi-Lang could tell when the human had let out a small wave of spiritual qi as a warning. Clearly one telling him to get lost rather then prepare to fight.

And oh, that was sorta new. Zhuzhi-Lang could see the faint bags under those cold green eyes looking at the human closer. The tense posture he carried looking ready to run or fight... Or apparently fall dead asleep on top of him.

The thought was what actually happened as the green eyed human actually did fall on top of Zhuzhi-Lang, who luckily, did end up catching him in his arms. Holding him steady, Zhuzhi-Lang would say the the human was just as beautiful from afar as he was up close, especially not covered in dirt or blood (The blood part could easily be debated though by Zhuzhi-Lang's more demonic standerds). A thought did come through Zhuzhi-Lang's head that the human would look rather good in similar colors as his own scales and robes.

Hmm. He would half to talk to his uncle about this weird feeling in his chest at the thought.

It was then that the Brothel Madam had seen Zhuzhi-Lang and the human he was holding steady from afar, leading him to have to explain how the human had fell on him as he was about to leave.

The madam had called over some of the courtesans who fussed over the human before thanking Zhuzhi-Lang and carrying the man away. Maybe Zhuzhi-Lang would ask if the man was okay later, if his uncle still hadn't come to find him by next morning and he had to come back.

4.

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I tried.

I tried so hard to ignore it.

I tried so hard to pretend the pain didn't exist.

That it would go away on it's own.

Maybe I knew that I was lying to myself from the start.

If I did, I might remember.

I might, but I can never be sure.

I knew I was lying to everyone else.

I was always good at lying.

I was always good at faking a smile, or exhaustion, glee, anger, laughter, empathy.

It got harder of course when it only ever got worse.

I wrote a note.

Maybe said the wrong things that had them look at the note once I was down the hall.

But I can't remember.

Why can't I remember?

I went to try and get help of course.

It didn't help, but it's the thought that counts.

It got worse, I dealt with it.

I hide it wonderfully, maybe, hopefully.

I don't think they noticed.

I looked for a answer myself and said it was right.

I said that I would see it as that until I got told with something right.

I can't remember when I said this. But I think I did.

I can't remember.

It Hurts.

I mentioned it hurt in vague words.

I didn't lie again when I was asked.

"Something probably is wrong, but we don't know what."

"Talk to someone, maybe they can help with somethings that are hurting."

But I talked.

And it hurt more then almost any pain that came with these problems.

I can't remember the last time a cried, maybe, hopefully.

I can't remember the last time I truly cried.

Not until tonight.

I don't want to remember why I was crying.

I don't want to remember talking about it.

I want to remember when this all started.

I want to remember why this started.

I want to remember.

I want my problems to not just have guesses for solutions.

Then again, that might be asking to much.

"I want to remember", by MJ, a trashy poem inspired by recent events. Posted here on Tumblr because none of my friends and family know of my account.

This probably sucks. But then again, I don't remember when I started to care.

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(I warn you now, this QiJiu poem is nothing but angst)

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Gentle lips trailed down the length of his fingers.

It was an apology,

A worthless one; but one none the less.

Shen Jiu hated these apologies.

Every gentle kiss felt more like a bite that kept on bleeding

It was meant to be a brand

One that showed Shen Jiu as Yue Qingyuan's.

One that showed he was owned.

Every glare, every look of distain sent his way was covered up with a kiss.

Every question answered with lips against the back of his hand.

Maybe in another life, one where a branding such as this didn't feel like a sin,

Shen Jiu would take these kisses as gifts.

He'd accept them in front of those disdainful eyes with a smile.

He'd love each branding that showed he was owned.

That showed that he was loved.

But that wasn't meant for this life. --

Shen Jiu thought all of this one last time.

As arrows shown through the life of his love...

And the thread was cut.

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Plant Yuan AU Masterpost

A little handy guide that has everything I've made for this au! Figured it'd be helpful since I plan to hop around the timeline. Therefore this will have everything in order! Will be continuously updated as more is posted about it ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Info Post <- a written post including explanations/lore!

Disciple Days

Origins Comic: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ (Latest update 7/17/25!)

A Baby.

His Stupid Baba

Butterfly Doodle

Awkward Question Doodle

Ass Kicking Outfit Saga: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/

A Father and his Plant Son (ft. unique babysitting)

SQH babysitting!

Spoiled

Yuan and his favorite Jiejie!

Bug-Catching Doodle

First Meeting Doodle

What do you have??

Butterfly Envy

Ducklings

Baba mini-comic

Pining

Aunties!!

SY and his shidi and shimei doodle!

Flowering

The Immortal Alliance Conference

Character Preview!

You look nothing alike! (Assumed to have happened in between comic parts 3 & 4)

Comic: 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7/ 8/ 9/

Bonuses: Pt. 6 Bonus

Abyss Years

Cuddling Doodle

Food Doodle

Dreaming

Dreams Doodle

Waiting

Non-Canon (Things for funsies <3)

Bingge

Xiaobingyuan Kisses (at least not canon yet :3c)

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"I think QiJiu is the best!-"

"No it's obviously BingJiu!"

"Well what about JiuYuan/Scumcum!?"

"I think LiuJiu is the best because-"

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I THINK!?!?

Fuck those boring ass ships (jk love the ships) and let Shen Jiu get his well deserved old man yaoi, royalty dicks moment.

I'm talking Tianlang-Jun, Zhuzhi-Lang, Linguang-Jun royalty style dicks. I want to see demons fucking SIMP over our beloved feisty cat who hates everyone. I want to see Shen Jiu stab a motherfucker and this absolute demon DILF just go, "I need to wife this man-godess up". I want to see Shen Jiu fucking beat up these old men and them to go, "I love my wife so much".

(Also Tianjiu fic recs because I am very nice, don't worry they are not all so violent as I describe, most of them are really sweet in reality, sorry I couldn't get many for anyone else, I will be looking more)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66247699 -- How to Get Rid of an Unwanted Suitor? Date Their Dad by Otno

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64610734 -- Let the Tides Carry You Back to Me by Godotfound

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57751663 -- The Midnight Hour by Godotfound

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58123696 -- Five Times Shen Jiu Got Wife-Plotted and One Time He Got Wifed by Godotfound

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49874014 --Queen of Kings by Otno

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42500046 -- Lay my curses all to rest, make a mercy out of me by luobinghelover

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44964367 -- Linguang Jun is good at being a husband by Sakuja

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I'm glad I got some of the things right then! Thank you!

How I see SVSSS characters loyalty to those around them versus themselves

Shen Jiu: My loyalties lie with what it takes to keep my freedom and Yue Qingyuan (as much as I wish it didn't sometimes). I will stay loyal to my Sect though for as little as it has done to me. I won't betray one the closest things I have had to a "home".

Yue Qingyuan: My loyalties lie with Shen Jiu above anything else. While I will always do my best to stay with my Sect, if asked, I would do anything Shen Jiu asked to make up for my fallings.

Liu Qingge: My loyalties lie with my Sect and those I believe worth my loyalty. Debt to repay for helping me and loyalty are different. But, I am also loyal to those I have found I care about most and who care for me back.

Shang Qinghua: My loyalty lies with the favorites of my creations. I will stay loyal even at times of falter and when I sometimes wish I wouldn't. Loyalty and love go hand in hand. I am not above acting more loyal then I truly am though in times of struggle.

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Zhuzhi-Lang: My loyalties lie with those who have shown me kindness. Not just for my standing or acts. My loyalty will forever be safe with those who have shown me kindness during some of my worst times and I will do anything to repay them. My loyalties lie with my repayments.

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How I see SVSSS characters loyalty to those around them versus themselves

Shen Jiu: My loyalties lie with what it takes to keep my freedom and Yue Qingyuan (as much as I wish it didn't sometimes). I will stay loyal to my Sect though for as little as it has done to me. I won't betray one the closest things I have had to a "home".

Yue Qingyuan: My loyalties lie with Shen Jiu above anything else. While I will always do my best to stay with my Sect, if asked, I would do anything Shen Jiu asked to make up for my fallings.

Liu Qingge: My loyalties lie with my Sect and those I believe worth my loyalty. Debt to repay for helping me and loyalty are different. But, I am also loyal to those I have found I care about most and who care for me back.

Shang Qinghua: My loyalty lies with the favorites of my creations. I will stay loyal even at times of falter and when I sometimes wish I wouldn't. Loyalty and love go hand in hand. I am not above acting more loyal then I truly am though in times of struggle.

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Zhuzhi-Lang: My loyalties lie with those who have shown me kindness. Not just for my standing or acts. My loyalty will forever be safe with those who have shown me kindness during some of my worst times and I will do anything to repay them. My loyalties lie with my repayments.

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The bamboo leaves rustle quietly

It's a maze of pathways led without stones

The sounds of strings rings throughout halls

Pages turn

Green glitters softly

It's everywhere

It's on everyone

Qing Jing Peak is perfection

Every bamboo stalk stands tall and proud

Every unfortunate sound is covered by satin

Every mistake is turned into art rather then acted out

Qing Jing Peak was always a place to hide people's mistakes

Maybe that's why Shen Jiu had been sent to this place

[mjldx7]

Shang Qinghua is like such a vibe. Like bro goes out of his way to say the whole "Double U Tea Ef (WTF)" when he ain't having the possibility of dying until like the next ten seconds later. And bro just decides, "yk, fuck my life" takes no breaks. And would likely end up in the Cian Cao medical ward every month and a half because bro went back and forth between the Northern Palace and An Ding so many times with so many bruises and exhaustion that he just straight up went *oof* and near died.

[mjldx7]

Sounds of footsteps echoed through never empty halls

The floors stained in colors

It was always loud

It was always overwhelming

It was never a place of pleasure

A tear falls as a golden robe shines for the last time

Red covers the homes of those clad in simple colors

Blue stains once green satin as madness succeeds a losing battle

White covers under the false skin as yellow goes home for a final time

Some make it out alive

It depends on how much time they had to survive

The halls of Cian Cao were never empty

The rooms where always filled with colors

Mu Qingfang learned to live with the colors

Learned to help leave the colors behind

Learned to help the other colors survive

At least for one more time