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Writing 人渣反派自救系統 (SVSSS, Scum Villian's Self Saving System). The 渣 and 反 (in red at the end) are written such that they form the character 愛 (ai4; love)

[eng by me]

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I did it! I mastered the eyelashes!

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downloaded krita, I'm learning how to use it and playing around with the smudge tool.

:') it's hard

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@underwaterstrawberries germs

antibiograms or however its supposed to be called in english

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uh oh changed my mind about bamboo

the og summary still applies: he won't judge you for cheating, but he WILL judge you for slacking!!!!

not sure if googledidnt lie to me when i looked for "idiot" in chinese

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He won't judge you for cheating, but he WILL judge you for slacking!!!

pure lineart under the cut

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Dual calamities Qijiu AU save me.... save me Dual Calamity Qijiu...

Yes they are wearing each other's former coats/outer layer and tons of matching accessory and garment pieces why do you ask

Details under the cut/Rambling ahead

Dual calamities AU, post pidw. SJ kills himself on the shards of Xuan Su by swallowing them. Qijiu end up entwined into one ghost amalgamation, their combined regrets hatred spite and resentment and everything creating a nearly supreme/calamity level ghost. They go off indiscriminately murdering in the demon realm in a mindless unaware rampage, consuming ghosts and demons alike and becoming stronger until they are strong enough to be aware once more.

Luo Binghe becomes aware of the new calamity too late, due to his distraction with the Bingge vs Bingmei extra happenings, and ends up regretting it as he fails to catch up to them time and time again, despite attempting to chase down the new calamity that slaughtered half the demons in a mindless rage.

It could go down the Bingqijiu path or be simply Qijiu retreating somewhere to live in peace. Maybe being annoyed later on by Hua Cheng and/or He Xuan, maybe even Bai Wuxiang once. They kick Qi Rong off a mountain once, when he comes to annoy them for the title only to prove that is not a calamity (unfortunately for him, ily stinky green ghost). SJ is gonna have the time of his life roasting his ass. Qi Rong will leave both in pieces and tears.

Their only disadvantage really is that they cannot seperate too much, physically. But I imagine after being in each other's brains after the soul merge they don't particularly care to be (nor would they want to be. This is Qijiu we're talking about.) It's Qijiu's codependant dream. Xuan Su sewed them together and actually they are very very codependant and possessive after everything so this is just fine. They probably even have a Xuan Su blood weapon, that heeds both their commands and calls. While fighting they synchronise, with YQY being the strength and SJ the brains.

I imagine YQY is able to conjure the arrows that pierced him as spiritual projectiles, and SJ chains that bound him in the water prison. Their strength was cultivated by absorbing and devouring other ghosts and demons.

@ace-shenanigans came up with the lovely title "jade dragon stalks bamboo" which is a much better title than I could ever hope to come up with. Thank you for listening to my mad ramblings

I've been wanting to draw and think on this for a while, of how grotesque to make the initial ghost + the later higher cultivation form. But basically the kiln and everything would count them as one ghost, probably a dual title too. They'd be like a myth amongst the realms, retreating to a comfortable mountain peak with bamboo, occassionally off to hunt down slavers.

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A wip

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I just went on #traumacore for the first time in months and huh QiJiu really would fit every post

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i'm so sorry but i needed to procrastinate studying: go junji ito route: make them into pointy spirals nail technician route: make humans grow NAILS like finger nails on every surface of their skin sexy: make the warts moan when they pop. make people's bodies get covered by splashes of colours, making the society start dressing in sheer, white fabrics that lets others see there is no colour on them

computer how do i make a succinct supernatural horror metaphor for smallpox without it turning into a tgcf ripoff

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the last panel of this made me include a scene in my ff :(( where sj got almost killed and lies in bed unconcious, and yqy just keeps vigil over him

a snippet under the cut:

Someone moved next to him. "I know I shouldn't be falling asleep like this.” Something cold and wet was laid on his forehead, bringing relief. “Not as a sect leader, not if you're…” creaking of wood next to him. “I cannot help, I just... please forgive me for being so selfish. I wish you were awake right now, maybe to smack me on the head with your fan… I know you'd want to even if you would pretend not to. And I… I know you were more distant recently, but I have to protect you. You don't even know what people keep saying…" Creaking of wood. "Please, wake up."

The voice saying these things was so gentle, deep and warm.

There was drumming. Tiny footsteps? No.

It was Haitang’s tears?

No.

It was rain.

"I’m sorry that I can't help but give in to sleep. I just. I sometimes dream about you. And it's enough to risk sleeping, please forgive me for this selfishness,” the voice seemed on the verge of breaking.

There was rustling of fabric, footsteps, and then someone sat next to him on the bed. This person kept their respectful distance.

A dry chuckle.

"I actually had the most exquisite plum today,” the voice seemed shy, uncertain of its next step. “It was so juicy it had flowed right into my sleeve and I had to lean away from it even as I bit into it.” Something warm touched his hand. Spiritual energy kept flowing through him. “I brought a few of these plums with me here, for you to try if you woke up today. I—. Shidi, I know you prefer peaches, but plums are what I have, this Sect Leader is sorry for being inconsiderate. Maybe if I describe them to Shidi it will induce a pleasant dream for you. So, they are rather small, and not too heavy. They're firm, and their skin is a deep purple..."

(he did have a pleasant dream due to this :))

qi-ge, do you think we’re together in every universe?

of course we are!

[ID: In panel 1, peak lord shen jiu hugs a ghost yue qi, who glows gold, in the ling xi caves. Yue qi’s skeleton reaching for the entrance to the caves is in the background. In panel 2, shen jiu lays facing away, limbless and bleeding, in the water prison. A few shards of something lay close to him. In panel 3, peak lord yue qingyuan kneels facing a ghost shen jiu, who glows gold, in the ruins of the Qiu household. His skeleton can be seen close to the foreground. In panel 4, yue qingyuan kneels beside a sleeping shen qingqiu’s bed; light filters through the windows into the bedroom. END ID]

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Wu Yanzi's eye

or: POV: You're a mosquito near an older man's eye. You're unaware that the blood you yearn for is about to flow freely and pool on the ground. Maybe the falling body will trap you underneath it. Maybe you will have enough time to fly away.

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POV: you're Shen Qingqiu

(and he would like to ask: how was your week, Shidi?)

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Pov: You're Qi-ge

green version under the cut

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me while writing very niche fanfic: there’s literally no way that, like, anyone is going to read this. you are writing this for you and you alone. you must accept it. you must be zen about it. you must expect nothing except the validation that comes of being able to go back and reread it yourself when you’re in the mood for this kind of fic.

me after posting said very niche fanfic: (obsessively checks ao3 every thirty seconds)

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I've spent the whole day writing poems with my qijiu ff in mind and I managed to create such a pretty perfect poem that just captures the highway of feelings after shen jiu had to free himself from the Qiu's

ahhhh i love them they inspire me to make such beautiful things

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What are blorbos for if not to be tortured, broken apart and then put back together (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

the art vs the artist