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There is a sleeping Bailu curled up at her work station with her granite pestle still in her hands. She worked hard today.
#ic#open#workign all night again#so have the small starter#I'll answer whenever I take a small break
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@phisworld14 who asked for 🍷🍷💔:
🍷 Jake's family causes the hangster break up
“Thank you,” Jake breathes, soft and full of gratitude as he stands to shake Mav’s hand. “Really. I know I’m…” He pauses as he struggles to find the right words but comes up blank. “I just. Thank you.” Dropping Mav’s, he moves to take Kazansky’s but lets his own fall back to his side when the older man makes no move to take his.
💔 icemav break up / icedad
“You know if you wanted to get back with him, I wouldn’t….be, uh. Well. I wouldn’t try to stand in your way or kick up a fuss or anything, pops.” Bradley blurts out suddenly and Tom can’t help his instant response to choke on the sip of coffee he’d been about to swallow over it.
Make Nixie Write!
#phisworld14#nixie answers#make nixie write#hangster#sereshaw#seresin family ruins sereshaw#jake getting the emergency leave he needs to go back to texas to rip his family a whole new one#now that he's got the full story of what had been happening during his and bradley's relationship#icedad#this is early on. like still fresh of the icemav break up and bradley before he goes off to the academy#he just wants his pops to be okay and happy#but still doesn't understand the whole scope of everything that went down with ice choosing to go against carole and mav
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@koopzilla cont. [ ✦ ]:
His pug snout flattened and then flicked itself back into place.
"Watch it! That's sensitive."
" My bad! Didn't mean to push too hard! "
But she reaches out for his nose yet again- however only gives it a very gentle, surface pat where she'd previously booped. Sorry!
... she's still openly snickering in amusement, though. Little stinker.
#koopzilla#;the dream goes on;; f2f#v; the princess is in another dream;; smb#sorry bows! shes a lil gremlin#hope u dont mind turning your answered ask into a new post#also hi! been admiring u just didnt know how to break the ice before!
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Party Planning and Other Deadly Hazards I
5k words of Shang Qinghua bonding with Linguang-jun over being overworked and underappreciated
For the sake of this story, Mobei is roughly 15, Shang Qinghua and Linguang-jun are both 18. Shoutout to @mysteryteacup, whose analysis posts convinced me of the potential in "Linguang-jun is Very Young, Actually". Our Mobei-jun's birth name is Mobei Xuebao (Snow leopard), Shang Qinghua is Shang Cangshu (Hamster), Linguang-jun is Mobei Taifeng (Typhoon)
Also on AO3.
It all started with a small change. You see, Shang Qinghua's shizun made a reckless promise that whoever could push a medicine deal through with the Black Mire Sect - a minor sect skirting the edge of demonic practices by specializing in gu poisons - would take over as his new head disciple. The sect was situated right on the borderlands between the human realm and the northern demon kingdom and they were very reluctant to trade away any of their precious poisons, because they faced constant harassment from a lesser tribe of Snowtusk Boar demons just on the other side of the border. Clearly whoever could get them to agree to a deal would have to be a naturally gifted negotiator!
Usually Airplane ignores these kinds of risky assignments, but the temptation of skipping three years of backstabbing, social climbing and manual labor was too tempting. Besides, he knew how to solve this one. It was one of the wife plots in PIDW so Luo Binghe could marry the sect leader's beautiful daughter.
Step 1: Get rid of the boars. He could, of course, not do this on his own. No way. However, through the power of authorial knowledge, he could tip Mobei-jun off that the tribe stole one of the ancient artifacts of the Mobei clan after a chaotic battle and hid it away in their stronghold. His prince was a little skeptical, but Qinghua had not led him astray yet in the few months since he became his spy. The next time they met, Mobei-jun was generously splattered with pig demon blood and he was proudly holding a crystal necklace that could control all the ice sheets of the northern sea at once, apparently.
So that was that for the boars.
Step 2: Wait a little for the other local demon tribes to fight out who gets to settle in the newly vacated prime location. Shang Qinghua made a passing comment about how the Silkwing tribe could supply a 'generous benefactor' with the highest quality fabrics in the entire northern kingdom and would you look at that, this conflict got resolved much quicker than in PIDW.
Step 3: Introduce the sect leader and their new, much more agreeable, demon neighbors to each other. The Silkwing tribe happened to be a tribe of crane demons who, just like the Black Mire Sect, specialized in insect keeping. Their most prized specimens were the various demonic moths and spiders they cultivated for their silk, but they kept a wide variety of other critters as well. It was a match made in heaven! (Or rather in one of Master Airplane's caffeine fueled all-nighters, just so Binghe could meet a cute bisexual crane girl at the negotiations and turn the whole adventure into a two-brides-special wedding.)
Step 4: Profit! Trade agreement in hand Qinghua showed up at his shizun's house and received his much deserved promotion. The whole plan went off without a hitch, job well done, success and happiness all around! The next morning he moved into the head disciple's apartment and breathed a sigh of relief that he no longer had to live in fear of someone discovering his association with Mobei by barging into his bedroom without knocking.
If only that was the end of it.
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Shang Qinghua has barely settled into his new duties as head disciple when one morning Mobei-jun grabs him straight out of bed, before he could comprehend what's happening or put on some actual clothes, and drops him off somewhere in the Northern Palace.
"Baobao, what in the fresh hell did you bring me?!"
The outrage cry comes from a stressed looking demon youth who stares at Qinghua like someone handed him a dead rat instead of a report. He's obviously a Mobei relative, his black hair glossy with a blue-ish sheen and his demon mark a bright teal, but his hair is done up with feathers and beads in the style of the wind demon tribes.
"Qinghua. He's good at organizing." As if on second thought, Mobei-jun snarls at the other demon boy, showing all his teeth. "He's mine. If you hurt him, I'll kill you."
After that he wordlessly stomps away, leaving the equally confused human and demon behind.
Shang Qinghua wants nothing more than to ask a million questions right now - where is he? why did Mobei take him here?? who's the other guy??? - but now that he's more awake than asleep he's suddenly realizing that the room is extremely cold and he's only dressed in his sleeping robes. Are his toes turning blue?! His toes are probably turning blue.
"Here." A delicately carved box is shoved in his face, open and full of uniform black pills. "Aurora Pepper pills. I asked to borrow the domestic staff from Xiao Bao’s castle, but if you are the only help I get, I want you not to freeze to death."
"My lord, are they safe for humans?" They should be. It's one of the plot devices he made up so the Wives could visit the North and still wear their ridiculously skimpy outfits without dying, but who knows what an ice demon would have mixed into them. Shang Qinghua carefully picks just one and pops it in his mouth anyway.
"No idea, they were for my mother. You are a cultivator, are you not? You can survive a little poison."
If this demon is as young as he looks - as young as his outfit leads Qinghua to believe, which is somewhere between fourteen and twenty - then his core is not yet settled. Even if the ice demon parentage runs stronger in him - which is obvious, he's wearing the equivalent of summer robes for northern demonkin - he would have bouts when his core slants towards wind and he would find the cold of the north unbearable for a few days. So this is likely his own stash of pills he offered one from, which is awfully nice when one of your kin just dumps their human on you.
"This lowly one thanks the young master for his generosity!"
"Hmph. At least you have manners, unlike your master." The youth retreats behind a desk piled so high with scrolls and bamboo slats he’s barely visible behind them. "Qinghua, was it? This lord is Linguang-jun."
"Answering, this one is Shang Qinghua, head disciple of An Ding peak." He thanks his survival instinct that he manages to fold into a bow before his surprise shows on his face. Based on the nephew abandonment incident he always pictured Mobei's uncle as someone much older.
"An Ding? Good. Maybe you will be of use, after all." Linguang-jun gestures for Shang Qinghua to join him at the desk. "On account of his sudden spirited showing in regards to the Silkwings and the recovered artifact, my royal brother has finally taken interest in his third-born son. To welcome him to court he ordered a feast to be held, the success of which will determine Mobei San's standing in court and reflect on this lord’s qualifications as an organizer."
"Forgive this lowly one for the question, but why is the Mobei-jun's own brother in charge of such affairs? It should be the duty of the royal seneschal." Or perhaps the queen consort. Since he never had to write a wife plot with any member of the main Mobei clan he might have handwaved a lot of the court related worldbuilding. Still, he's certain there were at least three or four people who had to be unavailable before such a task would land on the desk of the king's brother.
"This lord is the seneschal," Linguang-jun says in a dejected voice. A pained frown slips past his not-yet-perfected mask of stoicism and Shang Qinghua realizes that 1. Linguang-jun is very, very young to be filling this position and 2. he’s probably one stroke of misfortune away from an anxious meltdown. This Qinghua can relate, kid. "My royal brother's temper has decimated his household and, in his paranoia, he refuses to replace the staff he kills. Ever since this one's mother passed three years ago, he has been tasked to fulfill every duty pertaining to household management, including those of the late queen consort."
After looking over a crumpled scroll detailing all of Linguang-jun's current duties, Shang Qinghua has a sudden understanding why the demon resents his brother so much. It’s not just the duties of the royal seneschal, he is doing the work of at least five different people, all of them near full-time jobs in their own right!
"Sorry kid, you are clearly too young for this shit." He didn't mean to say it out loud, but luckily for him the demon doesn't react to the irreverent tone beyond an agitated twitch of his eyebrows. "All right, let’s see what we have to work with."
It proves to be very little. Shang Qinghua looks over the list of the available staff (too short), the amount of food and other supplies Linguang-jun managed to drum up since his brother saddled him with this task last evening (not nearly enough to feed the obnoxiously long guest list) and the time available to them…
“He wants you to put together this party in three days?!” For someone who had only been a vague shadow with malicious intent in the back of Shang Qinghua’s mind whenever he thought about the dangerous demons he might run into while serving his prince, Linguang-jun is rapidly gaining a lot of his sympathy. “Can you even get all these guests here in three days? Jiuzhong-jun lives two months away even if he takes the fastest horses!”
For a royal prince’s introduction to court it was important to get as many of the bigshots present as possible, so they could all take a good look at him and decide if they wanted to try to sic their own spawns on him for a courting chase or not. Jiuzhong-jun doesn’t have any children yet, but he has plenty of nieces he could try to marry out into other clans. He would never miss the chance to come and gawk at the introduction of a Mobei prince.
“Mhm. Xiao Bao has that part covered. While we make this feast happen somehow, he’s going to spend the next two days transporting in all the guests with his portals.” Linguang-jun digs into one of his many piles of scrolls and shoves one detailing the scheduled arrivals into Shang Qinghua’s face. “At least the issue of housing them until the party solves itself on its own. Granny Oxbones is the reigning queen of the guest wing and she wouldn’t accept my input on where to put all these guests even if I bothered to offer any.”
Airplane carefully files it away in the back of his mind that when Linguang-jun gets stressed enough he still refers to his nephew with familiar nicknames as something to consider later, and tries to focus on the task at hand. So the current Mobei-jun hasn’t eradicated all of the old servants - the kitchen and housekeeping staff escaped his paranoia, as well as most of the guards and the hunters - only the ones in the highest positions. That should solve at least part of their problems.
“Okay, so we only have to handle decorating the feasting hall, source a fitting outfit for my prince and get the food ready.”
“What about the serving staff? I don’t have enough people to cater a party this big.”
“That’s easy, have the guardsmen fill in. Let them do something more than standing around and gawking. If there are complaints about the task being below them, tell them that they can take from the leftovers, most of the guests will be too busy brawling or scheming to eat anyway.” Demons love to eat, same as everybody, and even a bite or two of the delicacies served at their lords’ table should be ample temptation to get the guardsmen on board. “But this does mean that we need to make sure that the food is great. Does Linguang-jun have the menu from either of the elder princes’ introduction feasts? No reason to break our brains coming up with something new, nobody will care as long as the food is good enough.” It’s still an awful amount of work for three days, but it’s not undoable if he can tap into the Mobei clan’s supply network and doesn’t have to account for whatever happens to the guests before and after the feast.
“I think I have the menu for Mobei Er’s feast somewhere.” Linguang-jun abandons the desk to rifle through one of the filing cabinets dominating the walls of his study. “We will need to substitute some of the dishes, because that feast was in winter.”
“Still better than having to write the whole menu from scratch.”
“En.”
“Does Linguang-jun have any suggestion where to get my prince a suitable outfit?” For the lack of anything better to do, Shang Qinghua starts organizing the scrolls left on the desk. Linguang-jun’s handwriting is very similar to Mobei San’s, but nothing at all like the blocky characters of the current Mobei-jun. They probably learned from the same ice fairy tutor, which further confirms how absurdly close they are in age.
“I have something arranged with the Silkwings,” Linguang-jun calls back over his shoulder, halfway disappearing into the cabinet as he digs among the stored scrolls. “But - Hah! Found it! - Qinghua has to be the one to convince Mobei San to go. He won’t go anywhere if this uncle tells him to.”
“Ah.”
“Don’t just gape at me,” Linguang-jun says, smacking him reasonably lightly over the shoulder with the scroll until he gets the hint and takes it. “Take this down to the kitchen, then tell your master that if he doesn’t want to go to his own feast wearing my old robes, then he should go visit the Silkwings, the sooner the better.”
Shang Qinghua pales at the idea of wandering the main Northern Fortress alone. “I- this servant worries that the kitchen staff will not heed his words…”
Linguang-jun seems to consider this for a moment, but he finally comes to the conclusion that his life is easier if his nephew’s pet cultivator doesn’t come to harm. He digs around in his desk until he produces a bone hairstick with a bead and a feather dangling from it. “If you wear this, the staff will know that you are working for this lord. Ask a maid for directions and be quick about it!”
True to Linguang-jun’s words, the staff is nothing if not cooperative once they realize that Shang Qinghua is working directly with him to stop the upcoming party from crashing and burning. The demon aunties and uncles running the kitchen fill him in, between tallying all the ingredients they are going to need for the feast and plying him with sweet treats, that the staff has been in a panic ever since the first orders about the feast came in. There is the grim threat of death hanging over their heads if the end result isn’t impressive enough and Mobei-jun feels humiliated by their showing. Apparently this is going to be the first bigger event Linguang-jun is organizing on his own, without the help of his late mother, and his staff is worried about sabotage.
“Does Linguang-jun have many enemies in court?” Shang Qinghua asks, lifting a tiny demon granny up so she can take stock of one of the too tall ingredient shelves.
“He has one and it’s more than enough! Mobei-jun never got over it that his late queen mother birthed one more son after the acceptable period for fratricide was over.” Airplane was proud of that world building detail. Obviously no demon lord wants to have any relative who might challenge his claim, but eradicating the entire extended family is a very fast way for a clan to die out. So, following a leader’s grab of power, there’s a socially acceptable five years when they can murder any relative they can catch, but once that’s over they are expected to limit themselves to those who challenge their position. “I tell you, daozhang, it’s not a coincidence the feast is happening when the hunters are away and we are low on supplies! And what is the king doing instead of procuring a beast for the fighting showcase of his son? Drinking and lazing around in his quarters, that’s what! Poor Xiao Bao, such a sweet snowflake, this old granny worries that his entry to court will be ruined!”
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Shang Qinghua is still turning that around in his head when he goes to find Mobei Xuebao later - It took almost no effort to get the grannies to reveal his prince’s birth name. Such a cute name for such a fierce demon! Airplane jokingly wrote it on the margin of his drafts, but he never expected the System to take it and run with it - carrying a big mug of fortifying ice slushie.
His prince looks beyond exhausted after opening portals all over the demon realm since morning and he accepts the refreshing drink without so much as a growl. He does, however, hiss angrily at Qinghua when he recognizes the hairstick stuck into his bun. “How dare he claim you?! You are mine !”
“Ah, my prince, please be calm! It’s only a token so the staff won’t eat me. I am to return it once we are done here.” Qinghua is actually not sure about that, but better not aggravate his prince when he’s in a possessive mood.
“You’d better.” He stops trying to rip it out of Qinghua’s hair, but he still stares at it angrily while Shang Qinghua rattles off the details of the arrangement made with the Silkwings. Mobei shows no enthusiasm for getting new court robes tailored, but at Qinghua’s insistent nagging he makes an affirmative sound that yes, he is going to go, now stop asking .Airplane is not perfectly sure what the kitchen aunties put in the slushie, but Mobei’s mood almost thaws by the time he eats the last of the sweet berries they added to it. A wonderful good mood that lasts for all of five minutes before Linguang-jun turns the corner and yells at both of them.
“What are you still doing here?! Don’t you have things to do other than standing around?” Linguang-jun is flushed a pale pink from exertion and possibly frustration. He’s dressed for a hunt, carrying a Japanese style longbow almost as tall as him and a quiver of elegant, black-feathered arrows. It’s fascinating to see how Airplane’s throwaway details got implemented into the world - he made a passing note that Mobei’s grandmother was an eastern wind demon, then he made one of Binghe’s wives a wind demoness based on a Japanese princess and bird motifs and poof! The world combined these two details into multicultural Linguang-jun. He has to bite his tongue before he could ask Linguang-jun if he had a katana somewhere.
Mobei is clearly not happy to see that his uncle is gearing up to leave.
“Good time for a hunt, uncle,” he sneers. Linguang-jun sneers right back.
“ I am going out to fetch our hunting expeditions back so we have meat to serve at the feast. Someone has to, unless Baobao would prefer to play pretend with snow and ice and berries!” They both flinch, which is interesting. Clearly that’s a reference to a formerly fond memory. When Linguang-jun continues he’s not meeting their eyes and looks just a little sheepish. “Go get your rags, nephew. My reputation rides on the success of this feast. I’m not going to sabotage it.”
It’s hard to tell what Mobei Xuebao is thinking, but his expression seems a lot less murderous than a minute ago. “Take Qinghua with you,” he says, ignoring completely the way his cultivator freezes up. “He has a sword. He can fly high and scout for you.”
What is this? It almost sounds like an olive branch! If only it wasn’t poor Airplane being handed over like a cheap token of reconciliation, it would be great .
Linguang-jun gives Shang Qinghua a hesitant look, but Mobei chose a good way to sell his pet cultivator: Linguang-jun might be part wind demon, but even he can’t fly very high. Give Qinghua one more of those pepper pills so he doesn’t freeze in the icy wasteland and he can track their hunters down in a snap!
Before he can mount an argument about the general fragility of humans and the dangers of the desert, he is grabbed by the arm and the next thing he knows, he’s being swept up by Linguang-jun’s black wind. Nothing can compete with Mobei’s portal powers in terms of speed, but this is not too shabby either, and unlike the shadow portals, being turned into wind doesn’t make him sick. Perhaps because he doesn’t currently have a stomach to feel sick.
While they dash through the desert, Linguang-jun quickly fills Qinghua in: they need to recall three hunting parties, all of them within a day’s travel by horse from the castle. “There are others out hunting, but they are too far to make it back for the feast. And after we are done, I’m going to leave you somewhere out of the way and catch a Diamond-Clawed Tundra Devil.”
“Ah. For the fight showcase?”
“En.”
“Isn’t it the king’s duty to procure whatever his son is to fight?” His question is met by minutes of sullen silence so he startles when Linguang-jun finally deigns to speak again.
“There’s a wolf-bear-hybrid prepared at the palace. Da-ge wanted to give it to one of his concubines as a pet, but the lady has much better taste than to take a mangy mutt like that.” Qingua can’t see Linguang-jun’s expression, but the derision is obvious in his voice. It’s unclear if it’s directed at the concubine or his brother. “It would be acceptable prey for a less skilled prince, but Xiao Bao deserves better.”
“Huh. You really adore your nephew, don’t you? I figured he was wrong about you.” If he lives to tell the tale, Shang Qinghua is going to blame his current immaterial state for the failure of his brain-mouth filter. Never startle the person carrying you at high speeds!
He’s not even surprised when he tumbles painfully onto the snow, Linguang-jun standing above him with a murderous expression, the bow raised as if he’s ready to beat the hapless cultivator with it. “Does he still go around telling everyone about- even his pet cultivator?!”
“No! No, my lord!” He suspects it’s only because Mobei San doesn’t consider Qinghua important enough to fill him in about his backstory, but it’s technically true. “Servants gossip! I heard it from the servants in Mobei San’s castle!”
Linguang-jun lowers the bow, but his face colors with either indignation or embarrassment. He’s more expressive than Mobei, but it’s still not easy to read him. “Good. Do not ever dare to gossip about this lord! Understood, you, you…” He looks at Shang Qinghua sitting in the snow like a plump, bruised peach, face almost disappearing into the soft pelt the kitchen aunties dressed him up in. “You hamster!”
Airplane can’t help himself: he laughs. Then, when the laughter finally feels like subsiding, he notices the baffled face Linguang-jun is making and laughs some more. “Forgive me, my lord. I am not laughing at you. Except. My name does happen to be Shang Cangshu.”
The absurdity of it all finally douses Linguang-jun’s rage and the demon huffs a laugh. “Of course it is. Should I get a bowl of sunflower seeds for you tomorrow, hamster-daozhang?”
“I prefer melon seeds! But worry not, my lord, I can bring my own.” It must be a good sign that Linguang-jun is teasing him. A little bit of harmless farce is always good in anxiety-inducing situations, and the demon appeared to be on the verge of exploding all day. “I do have to wonder, though… I heard that when that incident happened, Mobei San was around four? So you must have been a rather young child yourself.”
Linguang-jun gives a tense, awkward nod and a scene starts to unfold in Airplane’s mind. This is not something he had written, but it is something he could have, if he ever tried to put Mobei-jun in the limelight for a while. Emboldened, he continues: “Traveling at the speed of wind as you do must not leave a lot of room to change course if, say, a tear to the human realm suddenly opens up in front of you. It must have been a terrifying experience, for both of you. Easy to lose track of each other in an unfamiliar world, hostile territory or not.”
Linguang-jun turns his head away, clearly trying to school his expression into a blank mask, but he is too worn down and anxious to manage it. He looks disarmingly young like this; just a teen with too much work on his plate. “He refuses to so much as speak to me unless he has no other choice. What does it matter how it happened? I admitted to trying to kill him.”
Of course he did. For Mobei San to survive an assassination attempt - a smart one too, leaving him in the heart of a cultivator sect that has a longstanding feud with the Mobei clan - was a testament to his talent even at such a young age. If Linguang-jun admitted that it was an accident, it would have only painted him as incompetent, which was the fastest way to political suicide even before he could officially get into court. “Ah, but he lent you this servant, hasn’t he? I think my prince doesn’t hate you as much as he wants to.”
“Hah! That will not save my neck when my nephew becomes Mobei-jun and comes to eradicate the threats from the family.”
“No! He would not kill you, I’m certain of it.” As he wrote it, Mobei-jun at the time of his ascension was secure under Luo Binghe’s wing and didn’t bother to go after any of his relatives - unless they attacked first, that is. “Leave it to this Qinghua, I will smooth this misunderstanding over in no time!”
The look of doubt Linguang-jun gives him almost hurts. “Wait until after the feast before you try. I’m short enough on staff without you getting yourself killed.” The demon makes a sharp gesture with his hand and a burst of wind pushes Shang Qinghua to his feet. “Up you get, hamster-daozhang. We have work to do.”
It all falls in place like a well-oiled machine after that, even the hunt. Turns out that Diamond-Clawed Tundra Devils are really fascinated by flying cultivators for some reason. The beast stands on its hindlegs, reaching fruitlessly for the flying sword, and doesn’t even notice Linguang-jun sneaking up on it until he traps it in a qiankun box. They work well together, Shang Qinghua and Linguang-jun, and the demon stays cordial - almost friendly, even! - to his nephew’s pet cultivator in the following two days.
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“I’m so glad that it went well, my prince!” Qinghua sighs a few days after the feast. He’s trying to subtly rescue some of his paperwork from Mobei, who decided that he wants to have this conversation while sitting on his human’s desk. “I wish I could have been there to see, but my shizun would have noticed if I was missing any longer and, let’s be honest, the chances of someone mistaking me for a side-dish were much too high…”
Mobei hums something vaguely positive, then very indulgently lifts one of his hands so Qinghua can remove the papers from there. “Good work.”
“Thank you, my prince! But I really didn’t do much. Your uncle did most of the work.” By the end of the third day Linguang-jun was openly bemoaning that he wanted to go to bed and sleep for a century. Airplane can only hope he got some rest since.
Mobei Xuebao growls at him in warning, clearly not happy with the direction of the conversation, but Qinghua has dealt with so much shit in the last week that he’s too tired to be properly intimidated by empty threats. “No, really! I know he had a horse in this race, but he really wanted you to have a cool ‘welcome to demon court’ party. He caught the Tundra Devil for your fight and he certainly didn’t have to do that!”
“That was Taifeng-shushu?” There’s no better way to describe Mobei’s expression of surprise than ‘cute’. It’s a good reminder that despite his frosty disposition and already powerful physique, Mobei Xuebao is also still a teenager. (Airplane is not geeking out over learning Linguang-jun’s name, he is not . Mobei Taifeng was on his list of potential names when he brainstormed for Luo Binghe’s right hand man, before he even started writing - a character who eventually got split into Mobei-jun and the OG Shang Qinghua, because Tired™ second-in-commands who try to betray their employers so they could have one good day of rest please were more of a comedic relief trope and that didn’t fit the tone of the story.)
“Yes, my prince. This servant was there when Linguang-jun chose and captured the most impressive beast from the pack.” He was so picky about it too! He made Qinghua fly over the Tundra Devil pack five times before he identified the biggest one and by that time the beast noticed the flying cultivator. That’s how they found out about its fascination with the shiny spiritual sword.
Thinking about Linguang-jun reminds Qinghua of the hairstick he conveniently ‘forgot’ to return. He puts it in a plain box and pushes it to Mobei Xuebao. “My prince, I had no chance to return this to Linguang-jun, so you would do this servant a great favor if you passed it along.” Mobei makes a soft noise as he pockets the box, looking almost smug that Qinghua is, indeed, returning the token. His good mood makes the human a little reckless about how far he’s willing to push this matter. “My prince, I know you have no reason to trust this servant on matters of your family, but I have heard many rumors and hearsay while in the Northern Palace. I think there might be a misunderstanding between you and your uncle, so if you could talk to him openly when you return the hairstick-”
“Qinghua has not led me astray so far,” Mobei interrupts, his eyes narrowed. “This prince will talk to his uncle. But if Qinghua is mistaken…” He lets the sentence hang ominously in the air, but the sentiment is clear: if Shang Qinghua is wrong, then all of his credibility is ash.
“I understand, my prince.”
It's going to be fine. It has to be! Otherwise the System would have interfered, like it always does when he's about to alter the plot.
Right, System?
#svsss#linguang-jun#mobei-jun#shang qinghua#making up world building like master Airplane intended#tc writes#fun fact: I had to fight the autocorrect every step of the way bc it wanted to 'correct' hairstick into hair tick#not remotely the same thing#please don't#I already have a follow-up for this in the works btw#to the tune of#how do you fix a sick ice demon so your other ice demon doesn't freak out and break your neck? without your shixiongs finding out?#the answer is you don't#nothing gets past Mu-shixiong#so you just grin and bear it and sigh to the heavens when it turns into a wife plot#because of course it does#anyway please go check mysteryteacup out their writing and meta are chef kiss#thousand times better than anything I do honestly
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miriam, is it true your type is super super ugly fugly men??? *insert those weird edits of dante's face*
Fine eyebrows furrow, confusion glimmering within cerulean eyes before she bites back a soft groan. The edits in question certainly do make her tastes look less than superb but... “ Ugly? I mean... Maybe a little scruffy and pathetic but ugly? Hm... Hey! Wait no! My type is not ugly men! It's pathetic losers which I fear is worse. ”
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It's time for Artair's favorite guy, Poosuke Yosuke to appear :]
".....Why do you look like a low-quality jpeg of yourself?"
#answering things#crack#ic artair#kaeruninja#kaeruninja. Yosuke#xDDDD#poor yosuke#breaks the fourth wall a little about it
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Carpal tunnel got ya too?
yeah and you got these two pieces of shit mainly to blame! ^_^
#astro answers#carpal tunnel that 12 year old me didn't think it was necessary to tell her ma about so she could ask a doctor about it soon#cuz she thought she was hot shit & could handle a bit of pain cause hey that means shes getting better at stepmania right? (spoilers: no)#kept forgetting to tell her that hey maybe this constant pain *isn't* normal but eventually I just kept quiet & tried to care for it myself#it wasn't for another 3 years when my ma passed that I finally decided to tell the doctor at my latest appointment#and by then I was just used to the pain in my right wrist and since i'm a lefty it didn't affect me *as* much in my day to day life#but yeah doc said there was wasn't much they could do since it's been so long other then like...ice it and so here I am 9 years later#that's why I try to tell everyone w/e I can to take a bunch of breaks and stretches when drawing and shit so they don't end up like me lmao#very-very-dizzy
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Intervention Starters “Drop your weapon.” (jason but here we are. ooooh the drama)
Anger tinted green, shining out through his eyes, making them glow that toxic, neon hue of the Pit.
Now, Jason liked to think he was a pretty patient guy. He could handle a lot of shit hurled his way. But there was something about John goddamn Winchester that just managed to get under his skin, since the second he’d met him. It wasn’t even anything he’d said to Jason that’d set him off, but the buildup of every word that’d come out of his mouth and been directed towards Dean. Cutting remarks, condescension, so much bullshit that’d only served to piss Jason off more and more.
Still, he’d kept his mouth shut, because Dean was a grown-ass man who could fight his own battles and this was between him and his father.
But then John took it a step too far. He fucking dared to lay a hand on Dean. Grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back against a wall in their own fucking home. Jason was there in an instant, the barrel of a gun pressed against John’s temple, the only thing stopping him from pulling the trigger being Dean’s presence.
Pit or no Pit, he didn’t like to kill abusers in front of the people they hurt, if he could help it.
Just like that, the Pit had swallowed Jason whole, brought with it that familiar, serene certainty that what he was doing was right. “Do you have any idea what I do to pieces of shit like you that like to throw their kids around?” His voice was quiet, cold, and completely calm. Jason wasn’t here anymore; this was the Red Hood out in full force.
“Drop your weapon.”
Dean’s voice cut loudly through the whispers of the Pit, the ones telling him to do it, pull the trigger, make him pay, he deserved it. Jason didn’t look away from his target, but he did hesitate. This was the right thing to do, he knew that. The Pit had told him so. So why was Dean defending him?
“Dean…”
@therebetterbepie (x)
#therebetterbepie#✦ ic: jason todd#✦ answered: jason todd#✦ thread: drop your weapon (jason todd & dean winchester)#i can almost guarantee that if john tries to fight him jason WILL hurt him#break his fucking arm or something at the very least#but hoooo boy is he ever gonna feel like a piece of shit for this later#he wouldn't feel bad about hurting john#but he'd feel bad about upsetting dean#✦ verse: but here we are (jason todd)#✦ connection: letting yourself have nice things (jason todd & dean winchester)
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Hello :3 I’m Plink. Can we be friends? I read and re-read all of your Legend whumptober works and ever since then have thought you are a very cool person and I would very much like to be your friend :3 Also I heard you watched FMAB? I was the Anon who talked about the representation in what body parts were taken in the process of human transmutation (if you remember that ask XD) Who is your favorite character? Is it too forward to just ask to be friends?
Hi Plink!! I remember your tags on my Legend whumptober works! I still reread them now! They always put a grin on my face. Whumping a blorbo is fun, but seeing someone else enjoy it too? That makes it one hundred percent better
I would love to be friends!!!
Of course I remember that ask! I still think about it now! I even shared it with my brother after I convinced him to watch fmab and he was like “oh gosh wow I never thought of that” and we just sat there in silence thinking about it for a minute lol.
My favorite character is Ed! I love every character tbh (even the villains are fun to hate lol), but that angry little gremlin crawled into my heart and refused to leave XD
Who’s yours?
#also I LOVE your pfp so much#did you make it?#trin answers#asks#lovely plink#and don’t worry#I don’t think it’s too forward to ask to be friends#I’m always happy to meet and chat with cool new people!#plus it kinda breaks that ice I never know how to get around lol#so yeah totally fine!
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Fascinated by how many people are picking the Daycare Attendant on that poll, I would have been soo scared of Sun
#i think sun would've liked me though which is a fun thought#i was always like the least chaotic to the point of always having to wrangle in the other kids my age#some of my earliest memories are... demanding a toddler my age to drop a sharp object#running after my friend who was ringing all the doorbells while i apologized to every person who answered their door#stopping a for-fun rock fight. twice at least#walking my friend home and comforting them after they got hurt#my mum also told me i've never thrown a temper tantrum in my entire life#oh telling my friends not to play by the fast river or frozen pond. yes i KNOW it's ice. it can BREAK. AND THE POND'S ON PRIVATE PROPERTY#[softly] why are you climbing so high up the tree#ohhh right yeah i forgot i also ended up having to help that kid get back down off the tree. just remembered#i was not the fuck around and find out kid. i wasn't about to let anyone else find out either#I COMPLETELY WENT OFF COURSE INTO NOSTALGIA. EXCUSE ME. my point WAS... i would have made it my goal to help with Sun's job#still wouldve been a little scared of him though
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Like or comment on this post for something in your inbox from Ariadne! Can request a specific setting if you wish.
She's available in media I'm familiar with such as Avatar (Sarentu), Cyberpunk (Streetkid), Elden Ring (Astrologer), Far Cry 5/6 (Yaran girl), Final Fantasy 7 (upperplate Midgar kid), and also for modern worlds, medieval fantasy worlds etc etc.
#inbox call#I've been very tired but finally I'm more energetic#would love to poke onto here even if it's just a small ice-breaking tiny something in peoples inboxes to answer at your own pace
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why are you gay (THIS IS A SILLY JOKE)
I thought I made it quite clear that I'm proud of who I am. Why, you jealous?
#You ought to be!#🎸 — ic ; brother louie louie louie!#🕶️ — ask answered ; nobody gonna break my stride!#weaponsdrawn#graham payser#graham ness payser#ttcc#ttcc pacesetter#pacesetter
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@therapardalis said: "After all the fun we've had together?" [Steven, maybe kidding around ;)]
↣ INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM
"Have we?" It's not cold, nor is it unkind, but it's a little nervous, as most of what comes from Steven tends to be. It takes everything he has not to start genuinely stuttering. "Had fun, I mean." He pauses. Hesitates, really. Trips over his own thoughts so much that it takes him a moment to get them from his brain into words. "I have. I mean, I think I have, anyway. You're really nice to spend time with." No, no, too far. Bring it back. "Uh--I don't have to. I mean, I can stay."
#UR GONNA BREAK HIM#&. answered ( all )#&. answered; steven ( moon knight )#&. ic; steven ( moon knight )#&. therapardalis; steven ( moon knight )#therapardalis
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Do you have any fluffy miphlink headcanons you want to share? 👀
Hmmm
They're both insanely shy about their feelings. Mipha is far more obvious simply because, unlike Link, she doesn't know how to hide it. But she's also much more empathetic, she starts to figure out Link's stoic nature is a facade before anybody else does, and they renew their friendship slowly as she gently tries to work around it. When she does, Link picks up on her flustered nature and finally brings it up once, asking if she acts that way because he makes her uncomfortable. Mipha obviously denies it vehemently, and she can't help but talk about her feelings for him to try and make him feel better and prove that she loves being around him.
And, well, the rest is history. :)
#you ask skye answers#lovely snail studios#miphlink#they're both shy beans#but SOMEBODY has to break the ice at some point#but it starts out as Mipha just trying to look out for her friend#as all romantic relationships SHOULD because they're friends first!#breath of the wild
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Aemond ( @lvscinvs ) asked: a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .
His lips are hard against hers, just like the rest of him against her. His hand on the back of her neck is like steel as is the arm keeping her flush against him. He's on her like he aims to devour her, ridiculous, greedy thing he is. Her hands travel up his body, his arms, sinking themselves into his snowy hair. She devours him back, has no interest in being claimed without doing the same herself.
#lvscinvs#answered / ic.#some call the presses and tell them we've got breaking news#i think this is ????? the only other ship in lyarra's whole history????#and ofc...... it's aemond..... dlsfkkghljf#she really does have a type. maniacs.
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Lol hi. We share kids
yeah I was going to mention this at some point lol-
What does this make us??
#soda answers#soda’s online family#It doesn’t have to mean anything lol I’m just asking for the sake of jokes and breaking the ice
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