#junyu

[whydoyouaskmethis]

The Eight Young Masters of Beili

[slimeclimbtime]

boys planet/zerobaseone ships i've written/put in my stories as tropes

this includes implied and background relationships :) felt like it was just something fun to do!

HAOBIN (Sung Hanbin x Zhang Hao) - we all knew this one was going to be soulmates, right? like come on...

JEONGJIAN (Lee Jeonghyeon x Chen Jianyu) - they feel very romantic-fluff coded, so i would say friends to lovers!

OLLIEJIN (Ollie x Han Yujin) - first crush, given how cute they are! (some people are weird about this ship which like fair enough, but as long as we keep it pg and sweet im on board!)

HWANYU (Lee Seunghwan x Chen Jianyu) - since they're like haobin for nugus, they give very happy ending vibes!

KAMJAY (Na Kamden x Jay Chang) - idiots in love bc of how they both lose braincell count when they're together

MINROTO (Ikumi Hiroto x Jung Mingyu) - they write their own trope tbh, himbo jock and smart shortie :)

2WOOZ (Kim Jiwoong x Yoon Jongwoo) - oh man :( after bp they became very angst coded; i say they're right person wrong time D:

GYUGEON (Kim Gyuvin x Yoo Seungeon) - since everyone writes them angst-coded they definitely feel like secret keepers (from each other)

RICKXIANG (Ricky x Ma Jingxiang) - enemies to lovers feels a little too on brand, maybe that one specific trope of enemy finds enemy that they hate worn down and they bring each other back up :)

JUNHWAN (Kum Junhyeon x Lee Seunghwan) - this one was implied in ESDE, so i'd say similar to idiots in love, but more like dumb and dumber LOL

JUNRAE (Kum Junhyeon x Kim Taerae) - since they got separated, i like to think they went from friends to lovers to exes to friends again. i like the idea of healing but also agreeing it should never happen again

JUNYU (Kum Junhyeon x Chen Jianyu) - because of how much of a crackship this is, bromance to romance. kissing the homies goodnight. but not homosexual

HAOJUI (Zhang Hao x Chen Kuanjui) - even though they didn't get much of their relationship highlighted i feel like they are picture perfect fantasy material, so prince x knight mayhaps?

HUSBANDZ (Haruto x Wang Zihao) - tbf this ship hasn't appeared yet in AGITD but i think unconditional love suits them best. whether friends or lovers, they care for each other a lot :(

i might've forgotten some, but these are the ships ive written!

[mccromy]

TGCF/SVSSS crossover in which Jun Wu transmigrates into the former CQM sect leader (let's pretend they look alike too) who died by botching a Heavenly Calamity and now Jun Wu wakes up in his body in the aftermath.

He realizes this world is very different from his own and then while he tries to figure out what actually happened, takes over sect leader duties. Which is very easy with his experience as Heavenly Emperor. Also, this sect has a peak filled with Ling Wens! :D (An Ding Peak) easy peasy.

He assists the disciple trials and takes notice of a malnourished boy, just at the age limit for starting cultivation, working diligently with the barest hint of desperation under an otherwise determined face. He invites him to Qiong Ding Peak, and while they perform the acceptance ceremony he asks his favorite question (2 men 1 cup.... lost in the desert)

And the boy instead of answering asks:

"Who are these men?"

Jun Wu hums.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

Jun Wu stares at him but the boy doesn't squirm or look away. The desperation suddenly stark.

"Would their identity change your answer?" The boy nods. "Very well, let's say you don't know either of them. You can't tell if they're rich or poor, neither is ugly, neither is handsome. You stand in front of them holding a cup filled with fresh water and the knowledge that if they don't drink from your cup they'll die. How would you fix this problem?" He smiles placidly as the boy thinks.

He doesn't think too long.

"I drink the cup."

Jun Wu is surprised, even the most selfish and entitled try to at least give the appearance of caring.

"Even if they died?"

"As long as I don't."

Jun Wu realized his mistake, this boy, dirty and thin as he was, was probably used to fighting for his food. Survival of the fittest and all that.

"Even if you knew one of them, what if they had a family? What would you do then?"

"I drink the cup."

"I see... Is there any scenario in which you don't drink the cup?" Jun Wu is amused enough he starts preparing the tea himself. He's already decided he'd take the boy in. He could do with someone unapologetically ruthless.

"If my brother is with me, I'd give him the cup."

Suddenly, Jun Wu doesn't like the boy anymore.

"I see. If one of the men in the desert is your brother, you'll give the cup to him, even if you die." Typical. Idealistic boys, who think they'll still know themselves at their worst.

"Yes, but I meant, if it's my brother, me, and two men in the desert, the cup goes to my brother."

"Hm."

He lets the tea steep, he's angry. He realized he might kill this boy if they keep talking. As he's about to dismiss him, acceptance ceremony be damned, the boy speaks again.

"And if there were a cup for each of us, then all would go to my brother."

Jun Wu stills. Then places a cup in front of the boy, pours tea, sits back.

"And why is that? only one cup would be enough to survive."

"To survive, yes, but he might still be thirsty after. Maybe he'd want to wash off some sweat, he's very fussy."

Ah, like Shi Wudu then. Jun Wu might have an useful piece in his hands after all.

The wicked always think that as long as they're acting on behalf of the truly virtuous, every action is justified and therefore merit no punishment. Everything goes, if it's to let the innocent remain ignorant.

It might've been fun had he not met this type before.

"Is he older or younger?"

"Younger."

"I see. And, if your brother wouldn't die from thirst, and you had five cups in your hand."

"Four would go to him, and one for me."

A bit more selfless than Shi Wudu. Which makes him a bit more boring. This boy probably wouldn't even try to strangle his brother before he was killed.

"And let the other two die?" The boy nods again, though now there's something his mannerisms are coated in embarrassment.

Well, since he already went down memory lane, Jun Wu simply must ask: "And if the price was to let a kingdom burn for getting that brother a cup of water even if he wouldn't die without it. Or let a kingdom thrive, while your brother stays as he is. What would you do?"

"Is my brother thirsty?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll give him the cup."

"He would not die."

"He would be thirsty."

Disappointing, this new disciple of his, but the boy might just live.

"Is your brother so righteous and kind that his life is worth more than the lives of the people of this kingdom?"

"My brother's life is worth two cups of rice, and as of late, a gold coin."

Jun Wu paused in confusion. What a horrible thing to say. Stated as a fact, hard as a stone. Is his brother's life not worth other's? How can he be so certain of the needed currency to bargain his brother's soul.

"And would he be happy? All those lives lost just for temporary comfort?"

"He wouldn't be happy."

With strong morals yet not worth enough to buy more than a few meals. At some point worth only two meals? What sort of contradictory creature is this boy related to?

"He would hate you for it."

"No, he wouldn't be happy either way. But if I did give him the water, he would not be sad. Just upset."

"Upset at the deaths?"

"Upset at all the smoke."

Jun Wu bursts out laughing. He laughs and laughs so hard he starts crying. The boy remains still as a statue, confused, scared.

And Jun Wu laughs, laughs as he wipes tears, laughs as he pours himself a cup and drinks, tea spilling on his robes. The boy quickly copies him, studies him as if to decide whether he's a threat or not.

Jun Wu forces himself to stop, his smile uncontrollably pulling at his skin.

Oh what a nasty, selfish child must this mysterious brother be. And yet, this soft spoken boy would doom hundreds for his ephemeral comfort.

"Where is that brother of yours? Was he at the disciple selection trial?"

The boy looks away for the first time, shakes his head.

"No... He's in a bad place. I need to go get him, this is why I need to become a cultivator, so I can help him."

"How noble, he needs rescue, hm?"

"Yes."

Jun Wu smiles, eyes gleaming.

"Then you're in the right place to achieve the power to do so. Welcome, Disciple Yue, to Qiong Ding. From now on you will refer to me as Shizun, and you'll work hard to do our sect proud."

The boy perked up, shoulders sagging in relief.

"Yes, Shizun."

"I see great promise in you, Yue Qi, and a good heart."

"Thank you, Shizun."

"It would be nothing less than tragic to see it break. Because of that, when you're ready, I'll go with you to retrieve your brother, and we'll find a place for him in our sect."

The boy's face illuminated, eyes wet and hopeful. His lower lip trembled, but he did not cry. Yue Qi took a deep breath, and then let it go. He regarded Jun Wu as if he knew the true identity of the man he was facing, as if he had been given the most marvellous of blessings.

"Shizun will help me save Xiao Jiu?"

Jun Wu nodded with a serene smile as the seed of worship was planted in the soul of such an unlucky boy.

Worship would not do it, not anymore. Worship was conditional to what miracles he could perform, and Jun Wu was no longer a god.

Love though. Love could bring down empires, change fates. Worship could never compare to love. Being worshipped wasn't enough.

"This Shizun swears. We'll rescue Xiao Jiu, Yue Qi."

Not likely, but who knows what the future holds.

"It all depends on you, my disciple. I have put all my faith in your hands. I know you won't disappoint your brother, and you won't disappoint me."

Yue Qi bowed as tears finally started pouring down his sweet, dirty face.

"Thank you, Shizun. This disciple promises to exceed Shizun's expectations." His voice wobbled but his speech was clear. Jun Wu rested a reassuring hand on the poor child's shoulder.

"I'm certain. I have been waiting a long time for a disciple like you,"

Jun Wu made the mistake of trying to mould Xie Lian to his image, and it ended with that boy proving Jun Wu rotten and weak.

Jun Wu would not try the same with Yue Qi. That was not what he truly wanted, what he actually needed.

He needed a ruthless, devout, unlucky, little tragedy of a boy who would never, ever leave.

Someone who could love nasty, rotten, selfish, creatures who only get upset at the smell of the bodies at their feet.

[youling-the-ghost]

mornings with him – a ditch ficlet

Derek found comfort in his strange yet endearing morning routine. word count: 800

A ray of sunlight peeped through the curtains and cascaded itself onto Derek's bed, jolting him awake. The clock on the wall indicated that it was 6 AM. Derek groaned and dragged a hand down his face, cringing at the stubble that covered his chin—he felt like a teenager, all gangly limbs and awkward changes to his body that he hadn't quite grown accustomed to yet. It was comforting, in a way.

Derek sat up—or at least, tried to sit up. He almost succeeded before a pair of arms dragged him back into the bed, snuggling him into the pile of blankets and pillows. Derek let out a muffled cry of protest, but the arms didn't relent.

"Love," Derek said, the words buried in an airy laugh. "I need to make breakfast."

Titch groaned and leaned his body onto Derek's so that there was basically no space between their bodies, nestling his face into Derek's neck.

"Breakfast can wait..." he murmured. "I'm cold."

"It's August," Derek deadpanned. To be honest, he was overheating in Titch's arms and the blankets.

When Titch showed no signs of letting go, Derek sighed and resorted to his contingency plan; he grabbed the arms that held him hostage and pried them open, which proved to be quite a difficult task—despite what his stature might suggest, Titch was incredibly strong.

In the sliver of time that he bought himself, Derek lunged forward and dove out of the bed, landing on the wooden floor with a soft thud.

Titch mumbled some nonsense, incoherent and jumbled by a half-conscious brain, in protest. Derek planted an apologetic kiss on Titch's cheek and ruffled his blonde hair, which had a golden sheen from the sunlight that peeked through the curtains.

Derek snuck one last glance at his lover, whose face smoothed into a tranquil expression as he presumably returned to dreamland, and found himself smiling. He had come a long way, both of them had. It felt like just yesterday when Titch was lighting candle after candle, refusing to sleep until the first crack of dawn peeked through the night.

Derek grimaced at his reflection; his hair was sticking up in every direction, and he was in desperate need of a shave. He patted his hair in a vain attempt to school it, but the pile of curls immediately stuck back out again. Derek sighed in defeat and decided that he'd bother with his rebellious hair some other time, instead shifting his attention to everything else that needed fixing.

Shaving was something that caused Derek intense annoyance and euphoria in the strangest of oxymorons. The act itself was tedious, and if he had the option to, Derek would absolutely choose to never have to pick up a razor again.

But in a way, the razor in his hand and the shaving cream on his face represented progress that he never thought would be possible. It was a symbol of his growth, his comfort in his own body, which was beautiful despite all the tediousness.

Derek flinched as an improperly-angled movement caused a shallow gash across his cheek. He could do without all the blood that he had drawn in the process of learning this strange aspect of manhood, though.

The shaving cream washed off his face with a splash of water and Derek dragged a hand across his now-smooth skin. It felt like velvet between his fingers. Derek smiled. He was proud of himself.

The pink apron was an essential part of the cooking process, and this was only partially a joke.

Strangely enough, all of Derek's best and fluffiest flapjacks were made while he donned the frilly baby pink apron that James got Titch as a joke for Christmas one year. It was a strange phenomenon that was difficult to explain every time someone asked why he was working in the fields while wearing something that looked like it belonged to a Barbie playset.

Lost in thought about aprons, Derek barely noticed the arms that snaked around his waist.

Derek chuckled. "Good morning, love," he said without turning around. "So you finally woke up, huh?"

"Mornin'," Titch mumbled into Derek's shirt.

Sometimes it was hard to believe that the Titch currently clinging onto him like a koala on a eucalyptus tree was the same standoffish, emotionally closed-off Titch that he was first introduced to years ago.

Derek didn't bother shrugging Titch off. He didn't mind the physical contact; he quite enjoyed it, actually. The two stayed like that in silence, with the only noise in the room being the ambient sizzling of the pan and whirring of the range hood.

"I love you," Derek said as he placed a finished flapjack onto a plate.

"Yeah."

Derek knew that it was Titch's way of saying, "I love you too."

[i-may-be-an-emu]

coobe

COOB!!!!!!!!!

[supersonicart]

Junyu Lin.

Lovely illustrations from New York City-based illustrator Junyu Lin.

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[yoshi-ori]

ggang team chemi names chart

google doc with explanations + bonus trio names

just a fun little project i felt like doing :D

dedicated to @urielphix <3

[illctaffairs]

i really did tell myself that this blog wasn't going to become overrun by kpop fcs and i meant it BUT HEAR ME OUT... i love them!!!! a few more won't hurt!!!!!

[hotelbooking]

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[malewifingonside]

Reading After Failing to Influence the Protagonist and absolutely vibing with Pei Jing and Chu Junyu and tried to design chu junyu's look

[jaysinkie]

Wing Leo by Du Junyue (Taipei, June 2023)

via | https://www.instagram.com/p/Ctn-k9XJJpM/

[accio-victuuri]

wang yibo - excerpts from an article about his recent race win

China (October 19, 2024) - The first round of the final of the 2024 GTSC season in Zhuhai (GTSC·Guangdong Province GT Series Zhuhai Station) has come to an end.

Wang Yibo, a well-known artist who represented UNO Racing Team, ushered in a professional GT event for the first time. He showed his outstanding strength and excellent defense with professional driver Fang Junyu, and successfully won the runner-up position. In terms of group results, Fang Junyu/Wang Yibo won the runner-up in the GT3 PA group.

Wang Yibo's first journey in the GT finals was challenged by many strong players on the field, including the experienced Li Dongsheng. Li Donghui and Li Dongsheng were in a fierce chase throughout the game. Li Donghui completed a tough defense at the beginning and maintained the third place. After Li Dongsheng took over the car, he launched a strong pursuit of Wang Yibo at the end of the game. The two drivers presented a wonderful offensive and defensive battle in front of many online and offline audiences. In the end, Wang Yibo held his position and crossed the finish line 0.398 seconds ahead of Li Dongsheng, and won the runner-up with Fang Junyu.

[Post-race Remarks]Runner-up/GT3 PA category runner-up UNO Racing Team Wang Yibo

I am very happy to participate in a professional GT race for the first time. The race was very exciting, and I was also very nervous during the final battle. I still need to continue to improve my familiarity and control of the car, and I look forward to running at a better speed next time.

[youling-the-ghost]

copper – a bubbamiah ficlet

As their lips met for the last time, Bubba tasted copper and tears on his tongue. word count: 653

Bubba couldn't believe his eyes at first. The red that he caught in the corner of his peripheral vision must've been an optical illusion, a cruel joke that his senses decided to play on him. He gave the same excuse for the choked gasp that echoed from behind him.

But when he turned and saw Jeremiah with his hands over his abdomen, blood gushing out from a deep stab wound, Bubba felt his heart drop to his toes. A deep overwhelming nausea washed over him; his stomach churned, his head swooned, the world swayed from side to side, but none of that was important.

Bubba moved without thinking. Within a blink of an eye, his hands were stained with wine-red that seeped into every crevice of his fingernails and cuticles and palms and the back of his husband's neck was moved so that it sat atop his knee.

The Cube was long gone, hidden behind walls—symbols of its cowardice. A cry escaped from Bubba's lips, something so strained and animalistic and so painful.

"Oh god—no—"

Blood spilled from the spaces between Bubba's fingers. It was warm, but it didn't stop his fingers from trembling.

Bubba's jacket fought back as he struggled to take it off. Something trickled down his cheek. He couldn't tell if it was blood or tears.

The jacket finally came off and Bubba tied it around the wound with unsteady hands. The green fabric immediately bled crimson.

"Where's the medical area?"

Jeremiah shook his head. "It's no use."

"I ain't givin' up on you!" Those words came out as a strained sob. Bubba swallowed, but the bile stuck in his throat remained.

"Those damn Cubes—they've got a psychic link or whatever—" With every word he spoke, Jeremiah's voice weakened and his breathing grew more rough and uneven. "If I die, they'll think you're dead too."

"Don't you dare!"

Jeremiah smiled weakly as a thin stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you die."

The jacket was barely stopping the blood. Bubba shook his head until it hurt as he pressed his hands back over the wound. "I ain't givin' up on you," he repeated.

"Live," Jeremiah said, his voice unable to go louder than barely above a whisper. His chest rose up and down, the tempo frequent and inconsistent. "Live, and go back to the farm. And don't you dare let those damn Cubes kill ya."

There was something in Jeremiah's eyes—melancholy, fear, but above all, determination. Bubba softened the hand that pressed against Jeremiah's side.

Bubba took a shaky breath. "I love you, 'Miah," was all he could manage.

Jeremiah chuckled. The sound faded away like a leaf being blown in the wind.

"I've always wanted you to call me that…"

A hand wrapped around his neck, and Bubba was pulled into a kiss. Bubba kissed back, knowing that this was the last time.

He wrapped his arm around his husband's back for the last time, deepened the kiss for the last time, brushed his thumb over Jeremiah's cheek for the last time. Jeremiah smiled against Bubba's lips for the last time, and Bubba smiled back for the last time.

The kiss left a lingering taste of copper and something else, something more brackish, on his tongue.

The hand around his neck fell onto the ground and Jeremiah's eyes glossed over. Bubba pulled away. The copper taste remained.

The rising and falling of Jeremiah's chest lulled. Bubba pulled Jeremiah's head to his chest and sobbed.

By some miracle, Bubba survived the war. The farm waited patiently for their return, but only he returned. Time more or less healed everything—at least, that was what Bubba told those around him.

The truth was, no matter how many times he brushed his teeth or how many pills he took, he couldn't get that damn copper taste out of his mouth.

[i-may-be-an-emu]

hi!!! I'm curious about your favourite sfth duos? they don't have to be romantic 👀

(I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS BUT IT WAS IN MY DRAFTS 😭😭)

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HELLOO

I have SO many gosh :)

(also thank you so much for the ask this made a stressful day better)

Ok:

Scottish Batman and robin- classic and a great duo

FULLSET AND LOTS (Now. They’re a romantic one. Technically. But. Them!! Like yes. There’s that. But- it’s them!!))

Geoff and Jeff. (Wild wet and worrisome) they’re brothers and they’re grieving and they don’t know how to handle it and they can’t communicate and I love them for it

JOHNNY AND JANAE!!!!! MY BELOVEDS!!!!!

HANK AND GARETH. ALSO ROMANTIC BUT I LOVE THEM IM INSANE ABOUT THEM THEY NEEDA KISS.

THE SPIRIT OF SOMERSET AND HIS FRIEND

ALSO JUSTIN WILLOUGHBY AND HIS KIND IF FACIST FRIEND WHO KEEPS BEES SOMETIMES

Susan and Tracy are SO underrated

THE BLUEPRINT GUYS FROM EVIL MAW KID I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I SHIP THEM AND SO DOES TOM AND I LOVE THAT

SENILE SHERLOCK AND CLOWN MURDERER WATSON. THEM.

TROLL SON AND TOBIAS!!!!!!!!! I JUST!!!!!! THEM!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you know I have to say Derek and Titch. I just have to :)

also Titch and James!!!! More as a post-canon idea of how their relationship could grow and they could understand each other a bit more and grow as people :)

THIS ONE IS A GROUP OF THREE BUT CLOOHICKY (Clancy x Doohicky) WITH JIMMY AS THEIR ADOPTED SON MAKES ME ILL (/pos)

ALEXA AND JANUSZ 😭😭😭😭😭😭 THEM OH MY GOSH THEY MAKE MR SOB (/pos)

FATHER ANDREWS AND PHANTOM BETRUVIA NEED TO KISS AND I KNOW YOU SAID NOT NECESSARILY ROMANTIC BUT I HAD TO SAY THEM :D

I also LOVE Jasper and Jimmies little friendship from the podcast!!!! It’s so sweet!!!! And I thought Andre x Snakehips was interesting too!!

any thoughts? :) <33

[p-h03n1-x]

Yibo Official Xiaohongshu update 10.19.2024

"Wang Yibo's GT3 racing team finished as the overall second place in the first round of the race!!!!

Every second counts, speeding along the track, full of passion and excitement. Congratulations to professional racer Fang Junyu and driver Wang Yibo's 85 car team for winning the overall second place in the first round of the '2024 GTSC Series in Zhuhai'! Tight competition!"

[jowi8597]

241020 Evisu Weibo update 🔥

Congratulations to professional racing driver Fang Junyu and EVISU exclusive racing driver Wang Yibo for standing on the highest podium together🏆

Winning the overall championship in the second round of the 2024GTSC Series Zhuhai Station🎉

Congratulations Adderly Fong Wang Yibo! !