#SHIZUNNN!

[anne-the-insomniac]

SHIZUNS!?

Hehe, I made both Shen Qingqiu & Shen Yuan!

[ryuuzhe]

last time i got drunk i was talking nonstop about my dear luo binghe to everyone

[unreliable-narratoe]

HAPPY BIRTH SHIZUNNN

[ask-sqq]

Shizunnn I have homework due yesterday that I haven't started yet how do I stop procrastinating on it :(

Try to use the power of fear.

Is the teacher mean and unpleasant? Then you don't want to get in trouble! Is the teacher really nice? Then don't disappoint them :(( If the teacher is the boring run-of-the-mill dull, then do your homework anyway, because otherwise you'll be disappointing me.

Unless it's maths. That stuff's irrelevant.

[princess-of-purple-prose]

[ID: Scum Villain fanart in the "Draw SVSSS from Memory" template.

In the top half: Liu Qingge is scowling with flusterment as Luo Binghe tugs his ponytail and grins, "Shizunnn look at what I caught~" Shen Qingqiu is grinning down at Liu Qingge and thinking, "Wife-plotted shidi." Shang Qinghua is grinning and going "DAMN" at a nonplussed Mobei-jun's bared chest. Liu Mingyan is annoyed but blushing at a mischievously flirting Sha Hualing. Between them all, Yue Qingyuan smiles and sweats, captioned "7th wheeling."

In the second half: Ning Yingying does a peace sign while Ming Fang, captioned "yee ass bangs," frowns. Tianlang-jun and Su Xiyan look at each other affectionately. Both Zhuzhi-lang and Gongyi Xiao seem nervous and are captioned "Don't remember what their hair looks like." Shen Jiu is scowling contemptuously at Luo Bingge, who is grinning manically and clawing his way into Shen Jiu's square. End ID]

this took really long lmao ( template by pompipurin on twt)

[caratmelts]

i love stereotypical exaggerated possessive yandere binghe. manipulative toxic ass using his crocodile tears going 🥺🥺🥺 shizunnn

[ohsehuns]

Immortality (2ha) Mo Ran & Chu Wanning more character design snippet

[b0rtney]

Can. Can I ask you about the fic where SQQ doesn’t push LBH into the abyss.

YES U CAN AND WHAT A GREAT ASK TO WAKE UP TO

so basically. Sqq, as in canon I think, sees the System say “yea u COULD not push him into the abyss, it’ll cost u 10k pts tho” and sqq goes “game on bitch” and starts collecting points like crazy. Ofc that’s not enough tho so he gets to the conference and there’s a big ol crack in the ground and he only has like 7k-8k pts and the System is like “u gotta do it bro. U gotta” and sqq is like “bro, look at that sweet trusting little face. I can’t do this shit to him” and the System is like “U Have To For Plot” and from here it could go one of two ways:

1. Sqq says “uh no fuck u and fuck that” and jumps into the abyss himself, determined to get the Xin Mo sword FOR lbh and come back in like a week or two, cue lbh going “AAAAAHHHH SHIZUN WHYYY WOULD U JUMP OFF A CLIFF???” And all of the sect is like. Losing it. And sqh is like “???? Sir???? That is NOT the plot I wrote” but then he does manage to come back after like a week w the sword and mbj is like “sqh I brought back ur bestie” or somn idk but whatever it is it’ll be FUNNY

OR

2. Sqq says “uhh fuck that and fuck u, u won’t kill me anyways, lil bitch Boi system, get fucked” and then the System says “dbdbdbdh >:o no pts for u!! Punishment time!!!” And sqq basically passes out and does the Bing-Ge Arm Removal Punishment earlier in plot meanwhile lbh is Losing His Shit and Sobbing while he gets sqq back to the sect and sqh is like “??? Bro wait if ur passed out, and he’s over there, and I’m here— who’s grabbing xin mo???” And basically when sqq wakes up he’s like “oof ouch my fictional arm” and lbh says “🥺 shizunnn can I help in any way?? 💕” and sqq says “yea we’re going on a pilgrimage to The Abyss to Learn About Ur Heritage or somn” and that’s his excuse to go with him in a safe and guided field trip to pick up xin mo in case they ever need it.

In EITHER case I would probly make Lbh a few years older at the time of the conference bc age differences make me feel icky

[ouuuuki]

Shizun Shizunnn Shiizuun Shizuuunn Shizuunnn

[brilcrist]

Shizunnn, look at meee✨🥺

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Quick potrait paint study in between office's voice calls~

#2Ha #Immortality #Hyx

[orthogonals]

只有你| only you

Rating: T Fandom: 二哈和他的白猫师尊 - 肉包不吃肉 | The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Meatbun Doesn't Eat Meat   Word Count: 1454 Pairing: Chu Wanning/ Mo Ran| Taxian-jun Summary:  Chu Wanning, let This Venerable One hold you for a bit.” Then, almost as an afterthought, “This Venerable One is cold.” “Don’t you have an empress?” “She doesn’t smell as good as you.” Mo Ran sidled even closer to Chu Wanning, dropping Chu Wanning’s hand to run his fingers through Chu Wanning’s hair, still damp and a bit textured. --- OR: Inspired by one of Meatbun's mini-theatres. Sometimes, Taxian-jun just wants a hug to chase away the cold.  [read on ao3]

On the third year of his reign, Taxian-jun found himself wandering aimlessly about in his own palace. The shuffling of his boots against the wooden floor rang eerily in the still air, quiet in a way that signaled the rapid approach of untenable hours.

Before Mo Ran had even realized the well-worn path trodden by his feet, he looked up to find the familiar whorls and crevices of the door to where Chu Wanning was being kept.

Winter had sunk its claws into the land, settling in like a lioness curling around her cubs. A thick blanket of snow decorated the sprawling courtyards and pointed rafters of Sisheng peak, giving Wushan Palace a particularly bleak and dismal appearance.

As the night approached, flurries of snow swept about to the howling of the wind. Some flakes caught onto the windows and melted, dampening the thin sheet of protective paper stretched over the wooden frames. Outside, the sky deepened from a vague sort of darkness to an impenetrable black.

Taxian-jun hesitated, but only for a moment. He didn’t know what coming to seek his Shizun at such a devilish hour meant, but he didn’t put much thought into his own motivations or to Chu Wanning’s possible interpretation of them. After all, Chu Wanning couldn’t very well refuse a visit from his captor, and Taxian-jun couldn’t care less about Chu Wanning’s regard. At least, that was what he consoled himself with.

Taxian-jun raised his hand to knock, but quickly retracted the gesture. The door flew open with a rough bang as he swept into the room unannounced.

Chu Wanning sat on a plain mattress, a threadbare sheet thrown causally around his shoulders for warmth. He seemed to be preparing for bed, currently brushing out the tangles in his curtain of damp hair. If he startled at Mo Ran’s sudden entrance, his countenance gave little clue— the hand methodically running a comb through his dark strands did not break pace.

Until a large hand caught his wrist, halting the careful movement.

Mo Ran’s grip was firm but not punishing. Chu Wanning subtly flexed the tendons of his wrist, blue and purple veins shifting minutely beneath the translucent paleness of his skin.  Still, he knew that any sort of struggle would ultimately be fruitless. Instead, with the remainder of his defiance, Chu Wanning sat straight, silent, and unyielding, gaze directed somewhere past Mo Ran’s shoulder.

Taxian-jun had long accustomed to the implacable disobedience of his Shizun. And he, too, had begun to develop a fairly effective program for gradually bending Chu Wanning’s will, like heating an iron rod until it drooped over the fire.

“Shizunnn~” Taxian-jun called, his voice dripping in honey, pungent and cloying. His thumb brushed against the delicate skin of Chu Wanning’s inner wrist, feather-light, and Taxian-jun hid a smirk at how Chu Wanning’s heartbeat ratcheted upwards at the touch.

“Get out.” Chu Wanning responded promptly, still refusing to meet Mo Ran’s eyes.

“What a cold reception,” Taxian-jun tsk’d, “This disciple is heartbroken.”

“What do you want?” Chu Wanning refused to acknowledge Mo Ran’s barbed wheedling, instead cutting to straight the point, his voice the glinting edge of a drawn sword.

At this, Taxian-jun actually paused. What did he want? To be honest, he wasn’t quite so sure himself. On nights like this, when his mind felt dim and his thoughts garbled, his sense of self nebulous and shrouded, it seemed that only Chu Wanning had the power to pull him out of the miasma, bring him back to reality. Not that he would admit it in such detail, though, even to himself.

So, Taxian-jun settled on a simple and guileless response.

“Chu Wanning, let This Venerable One hold you for a bit.” Then, almost as an afterthought, “This Venerable One is cold.”

“Don’t you have an empress?”

“She doesn’t smell nearly as good as you.”

Mo Ran sidled even closer to Chu Wanning, dropping Chu Wanning’s hand to run his fingers through Chu Wanning’s hair, still damp and a bit textured.

Chu Wanning winced as Mo Ran’s fingers picked through the tangles he had yet to brush out. It had been a while since he left the tepid waters of his bath, and his wet hair had cooled, freezing his scalp and the tips of his ears. Mo Ran’s broad palms brought some heat back to his head; he couldn’t help but tremble into the warmth.

Mo Ran smiled to himself. His Shizun had always been especially susceptible to the cold. They both knew Mo Ran was actually giving Chu Wanning some face— the one who really needed relief from the chill, after all, was his Shizun.

Of course, Mo Ran could’ve also just swept Chu Wanning into his embrace, unheeding of protest, then swallowed Chu Wanning’s curses roughly against his mouth, his tongue diving in to break up those gnashing teeth...

Mo Ran was half-hard at the thought, but he kept a tight grip on the reins of his self-control. Sometimes, it felt more satisfying to coax than to take by force, a gratification that could only come from soothing someone so wild and untamed.

Taking Chu Wanning’s continued silence as assent, Taxian-jun closed the last bit of distance between them. He sat down at the empty space beside Chu Wanning and pulled Chu Wanning onto his lap, winding his arms around Chu Wanning’s narrow waist and resting his chin in the dip between his neck and shoulder.

Chu Wanning felt as if he had been enveloped by a furnace. Heat instantly rushed from his neck to the tips of his fingers, leaving numb trails tingling in its wake. He shook silently with the sudden warmth, relaxing into Mo Ran’s hold almost unconsciously.

They stayed like that for an indefinite moment, stretched out and suspended in time. Mo Ran absentmindedly rubbed circles against Chu Wanning’s stomach. With a spectacular amount of restraint, he refrained from sinking his teeth into the firm muscle of Chu Wanning’s shoulder, from marking up the tender skin at the hollow of Chu Wanning’s throat, instead contenting himself with blowing out puffs of warm breath and watching the answering flush of pink spread along his Shizun’s neck.

Mo Ran couldn’t deny that Chu Wanning, detestable as he was, still seemed the perfect size to fit against his body. They slotted together like complementary parts of a machine, snug and intimate. He peppered languid kisses on the stretch of back exposed by Chu Wanning’s collar, thinking to himself, Chu Wanning, I really hate you so much.

But Taxian-jun still grew a bit bored after a while, and a glint of mischief flashed within his eyes.

“Shizun,” he implored piteously, “pay attention to me...”

Chu Wanning angled his head slightly to peer at Mo Ran.

“What is it now?”

“This Venerable One wants Shizun to undo his hair,” Taxian-jun announced.

Taxian-jun's hair was still piled up in whatever intricate mess his servants had done for him today, the metal hairpiece secured tightly against his scalp. His request, routine and nightly as it was, came off unabashedly as a pretext for spending the rest of the right in Chu Wanning’s room, in his bed.

Normally, Chu Wanning’s reply would’ve come swiftly and without fail— a single “get out.” Yet perhaps due to the hazy warmth of Mo Ran’s hold, or perhaps due to the smudged dimness of the hour, suddenly Chu Wanning’s sight blurred: the man behind him no looked longer like Taxian-jun, the First Emperor of the Cultivation world, the fiend who had committed countless unforgivable atrocities, but instead appeared as Mo Ran, his artless, stumbling, innocent, charming disciple.

So Chu Wanning, uncharacteristically compliant, shifted off Mo Ran’s lap to sit with him face-to-face. He gently guided Mo Ran’s head down and began tugging at the pins in his hair with slender, practiced fingers.

If Taxian-jun felt any surprise at Chu Wanning’s willingness, he tamped it down, happy to simply enjoy this unfounded luck. Warm fingers stroked against his scalp, easing his hair from the tight braids, lifting away the metal hairpiece. The hands then combed through the length of his freed locks, knuckles brushing softly against his temples.

Taxian-jun leaned into Chu Wanning’s touch. He rested his forehead against Chu Wanning’s waist and let the faint fragrance of haitang crowd his senses. Chu Wanning stroked his head steadily, the pads of his fingers massaging lightly against his skull.

Like this, surrounded everywhere by Chu Wanning— his scent, his touch, his embrace— Taxian-jun dozed off, slumping into Chu Wanning’s patient hold, warm in the winter night. And before the last vestiges of his consciousness slipped away, Taxian-jun could’ve sworn he felt a kiss, feather light, pressed against the crown of his head.

[agexp]

shizunnn

[cucumberbro]

shizunnn

[fafas]

WOW READING CHAPTER 43 OF SV WAS! A! MISTAKE !!! THIS IS WHY I DONT! DO! ANGST! I CANT BELIEVE I CRIED LMAO WTF IS THIS

spoilers!

the way ming fan reacteddd;; hNnG that boi grew up welll he really loves his shizunnn

the way nyy didn’t even stand with lbh and instead told him not to call sqq shizun anymoreee—— m y h e a r t

AND THEN THE WAY LBH CRIED AND CRADLED SQQ’S BODY YOU CAN FEEEEEEL HIS HEARTBREAK BB!!!!!! HE JUST WANTED TO MAKE THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE LIKE HIM AGAAAINN IMMMMMMMM!! HE JUST LOVED HIM SO MUCH wHYyyyY!!

and wHy did gongyi xiao have! to! d*e!!! he was suchhhh a precious child OmF

[ineedcandyandcoffee]

Okay so I was going to write this out all in the tags as one does but this quickly spiraled out of control, so forgive me.

I can’t help but think of moving this au to PIDW. After a long life where Shen Jiu and Shen Yu die (of old age so this doesn’t get too tragic) both of them end up in PIDW. Shen Jiu ends up in his original body after a qi deviation and at first he is not happy. He’s back in a sect filled with people he doesn’t like, missing both his family and the modern comforts he’s used to, and with an older brother that doesn’t listen to him. 

So after some moping Shen Jiu keeps pulling a Liu Qingge and tries to spend as much of his time out of the sect as possible. He does not want to be around Luo Binghe right now because he’ll probably end up killing him. Killing children is bad and he might, might be feeling the slightest bit guilty due to the past child abuse. 

So on one of the journeys outside of the sect he comes across a suspiciously familiar cultivator. A cultivator that looks and acts likes his da-ge. After some hijinks, surprise surprise, it actually is his da-ge. Shen Yu promptly decides to follow Shen Jiu back to Cang Qiong because even if this is a different world that’s still his Xiao Jiu and there’s no way he’s going to leave him alone. 

Shen Jiu and Shen Yu go back to Cang Qiong and Shen Yu promptly makes himself at home. This includes, but is not limited to, taking over Qing Jing’s kitchen to make sure they’re feeding his A’Jiu right, fending off Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan. Hunting down plants and beasts that would benefit Shen Jiu’s cultivation. (And hadn’t his A’Jiu’s past here been a surprise? That the little brother he doted on had been a slave? Had been whipped, and starved, and branded like cattle. Had likely suffered even more than what he said, because right now he thinks he knows what caused his Xiao Jiu’s fear of men. Let’s just say that Qiu Haitang should never cross paths with Shen Yu.)

All the while Yue Qingyuan is producing vinegar in the background. ‘Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu how can you call this stranger da-ge, huh? Qi-ge’s always been here, you don’t need a da-ge. Xiao Jiu look at me please?’ T口TT口TT口T

Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe are just gritting their teeth in the background. 

Liu Qingge: ‘what do you mean I’m banned from Qing Jing? Who are you to tell me anything? Shen Qingqiu has never mentioned a brother before. Shen Qingqiu quit hiding behind him and fight me!’ Cue fight between Liu Qingge and Shen Yu instead.

Luo Binghe: ‘Shizun is nice now? Shizunnn, pay attention to me! Look at Binghe’s improvement in his work. Shizunnn???’

I feel the need to inform you that actually you have at least two brocon loving anons. I sent the most recent ask but someone else sent the others. :)

Oh really? My bad! Have some more brocon Shen as a treat then:

Shen Jiu sticking his feet onto Shen Yu's lap for his older brother to paint his toenails. Instead of the usual clear vanish, Shen Jiu has decided on a bright red creme polish instead. His fingernails have already been painted red by Shen Yu as well. 😉

Shen Yu never goes to a charity gala with a "date" because he has Shen Jiu with him for that.

Shen Yu being that "instagram boyfriend" because he takes a lot of pictures of Shen Jiu for Shen Jiu... Insert scenes of Shen Jiu bossing Shen Yu around about how to take better photos and criticizing the end results. Why yes, they usually go on vacations together (without their other siblings).

Shen Yu slathering sunscreen over Shen Jiu's back. Slowly. Thoroughly. Spreading. A Thick layer of white liquid. (◕‿◕✿)

(In the background, Shen Yuan stares on enviously. He wants someone to help him with the sunscreen too! He always missing that one section on his back and gets sunburnt there. Da-ge, oh da-ge. Don't forget you have other young siblings you should be helping too!!!)

[ohsehuns]

Run Yu (润玉)