#thanks shang

[mediocreshake08]

Perhaps I treated you too harshly

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The indescribable tension between an overworked and underpaid smut writer, and his biggest fan hater.

(for @frummpets)

[shrimpchipsss]

system felt that cumplane were getting a bit complacent

[dyed-indigo]

little did he know

original

plus bonus shang qinghua version i made before i realized the system made more sense here

[ID: Scum Villain fanart based on a Breaking Bad fancomic by @/flashcs5. The System says via a smiling kaomoji, "It is pride month, valued user. You know what that means." Shen Qingqiu sweats, "Huh. What."

The System smirks while Shen Qingqiu frowns, "Do you want me to train like. Gay disciples. What." In the background, a comically huge-and shiny-eyed Luo Binghe touches his fingers together and goes, "Shizuuuun."

In the bonus with Shang Qinghua, Shang Qinghua says "It is pride month, Cucumber-bro," and is shown crying as he turns away while Shen Qingqiu asks what he means. End ID]

[bishy437]

inuyasha-esque AU where moshang travel back & forth between worlds bc im stupid like that 🥴

[star-mail]

repost cause i decided they deserve their own post

breaking my silence,, liujiuplane <3<3<3<33<

[linecrosser]

He's dangerous

[ID: Digital art of Shang Qinghua and Mobei-jun from Scum Villain. Shang Qinghua is standing with a hand on his hip and smirking. His hand is tapping the side of Mobei-jun's face, who is standing behind him and hunching down so their heads are side by side. Mobei-jun's hands are on Shang Qinghua's wrist and waist. He's scowling. /end ID]

[spottedgardeneelstan]

(1) new message from svsss cast

[blue-mood-blue]

I’ve grown to appreciate the aus where Shen Yuan enters the story as “Shen Yuan” - same name, probably similar face, generally able to interact with PIDW as himself and change the story through his added presence. I like the sense of “if only you’d been here, things might have been better the first time around” of it all.

And I was thinking, it’s a funny coincidence in that scenario that someone named Shen Yuan gets put into… another Shen Yuan. What are the chances? What a weird twist of fate that Airplane would pick out the name that his most dedicated critic could slip into seamlessly.

What about a version where it’s not coincidence at all?

Airplane goes to school with a kid named Shen Yuan. He’s prickly and hard to approach and a little intense, but Airplane is persistent. In fairness, Airplane is relentless - and maybe it’s a good thing that they end up being friends, because they’re a little too much for anyone else to handle. They balance each other out. They’re the “weird kids” in class and they’re okay with that, because even when they don’t have any words for it, they know they’re not like their classmates, not really. That’s okay; they don’t want to be.

Recesses and breaks are consumed with the elaborate stories that Airplane wants to tell, and all the holes Shen Yuan pokes into them. It’s not mean-spirited, though, even though Shen Yuan isn’t the kind to temper his words. It’s passionate. He cares about those stories the way Airplane cares about them, and it can’t be mistaken for anything else when they lean together conspiratorially across the lunchroom table. They’ve both got notebooks filled with details and characters and monsters. Shen Yuan’s practically got a whole bestiary sketched out in wobbly childhood attempts at art, entries fervently scrawled beside them. Airplane prattles out plots nonstop, always with the promise of shining eyes and being asked “what happens next?”

They come up with a whole world together. Airplane’s going to write about it someday. Shen Yuan is going to read every word.

Shen Yuan misses school. Shen Yuan starts missing school a lot.

Airplane goes to the hospital room instead. He doesn’t think to worry, because Shen Yuan is okay - that’s what he says. He looks okay, and he’s a kid, and it doesn’t feel real that anything bad should happen to a kid. He doesn’t think to worry. He doesn’t think to say goodbye.

It’s one of the older Shen brothers who catches him on the way up to the room one day, in the hallway just outside - snaps at him to go the fuck home, and when Airplane hesitates, pushes him into the elevator and tells him not to come back. “Tells” is a generous way to describe the way the words come out - a growl, a hiss, the sound an animal would make when a hand got too close to a wound.

(It’s not fair to name a villain after him, even if the name never really comes up in the story. He wasn’t trying to be mean. He’d lost a brother minutes before, and he was getting his brother’s friend out of the way so he didn’t have to… see. It isn’t fair, but then, none of it is fair.)

Death feels very real after that.

The notebooks get shoved into a closet, and it’s not until Airplane’s moving out and one falls on him from a high shelf that he thinks about it again. He’s written things, lots of things, but nothing as ambitious as this - nothing as important. It could be good, he considers. He’d promised. Shen Yuan wanted to read it.

The problem was that no one else does, not for a long time, not until Airplane has whittled himself and his art into a corner and into such an unfamiliar shape that he has to wonder how it’s still his own face he sees in the mirror. He has to eat. He has to pay rent. Shen Yuan would yell at him, but Shen Yuan isn’t there to yell at him, and who cares. Who cares if it could have been better? The people who actually are here love it, and it’s paying his bills, and sometimes stories don’t go the way they’re supposed to and the world is fucking unfair. It doesn’t matter.

(It does. But he shoves that thought away along with styrofoam cups and soda bottles to the bottom of a garbage bag.)

Authors are not gods and their power is limited, but Airplane exercises just a sliver of what he’s been granted and gifts an inconsequential sort of immortality. He thinks about making him a rogue cultivator, maybe the kind that goes around documenting beasts and compiling his findings. He thinks about making him someone too powerful for death to touch, or too important to threaten, but when Airplane looks at the world he crafted and everything that’s become of it, it feels like the kindest thing he can do for Shen Yuan is a childhood where he’s loved, and a death that’s peaceful. What does it say about that world, that he’d kill off his best friend too early again instead of making him live there?

(The best writing he ever does is the only, shining moment of humanity that his scum villain ever displays: a lament about death that comes too early, about a brother gone too soon. The commenters praise him. The commenters flatter over how real the emotions feel. The commenters don’t get any response from Airplane on that chapter.)

Death is incredibly real when it comes for him too early, too, still hovering over his keyboard with the story technically finished and incredibly incomplete. Airplane could tell himself that’s because the written version can never be the version in the writer’s head, always shifting and with every possibility still on the table, but he knows better than that. The System knows better than that, with its condescending message about “improving” his writing and “closing plot holes” and “achieving his original vision”...

…and he’s a child again. He’s a child in his own story, he’s Shang Qinghua now without the benefit yet of a peak or cultivation or anything, and maybe he’s a little bitter, and a little scared, and…

And Shen Yuan - with longer hair, with robes, with a couple of older kids watching him from across the street, but undeniably the prickly little boy who used to sit down imperiously across from him and tell him everything that was wrong with the chuck of writing that had been handed to him last period, but with that smile that said he was only invested because he knew it could be better and they were going to make it better - marches up to him with a fire in his eyes and a frown that warns of a coming tirade.

“You told it wrong,” is the first thing he says.

Shang Qinghua wants to ask how him how he’s here, how this is possible, or maybe laugh because, yeah - yeah, Shen Yuan has no goddamn idea how wrong he got absolutely everything.

(Shang Qinghua wants to say “I missed you” and “why did you leave so soon” but he’s here now. He’s right here.)

“I know,” he says instead. “I’m sorry. It all kind of… spiraled out of control.”

Shen Yuan frowns, but then it dissipates the way it always does, and his eyes shine with ideas the way they always used to. “That’s okay,” he relents, grabbing for his hand. “We’ll fix it. We’ll make it what it was supposed to be.”

[neatnete]

silly guys who are both hampsters

[waitineedaname]

I was thinking about this post comparing sqh and jgy, and then this chart happened. this is less about what they're Actually like, and more about a combination of intentional persona + public perception of them

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

i wanna know more about svsss menopause

They synced their periods together too well. Now they are synced through their perimenopause years.

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

Hello. You've written some excellent trans SVSSS fic, would you like to play in a space with me? It's called "Non-cultivation historical fiction AU where trans man SQH is forced by his System into a Mulan situation but he's absolutely terrible at being a soldier, accidentally becomes General Mobei-Jun's personal assistant and advisor instead" :)

THIS IS SO GOOD AND I CAN SEE IT NOW. when i have more time and writing juice i wanna write smth for this so bad hhkjhlkj, in the mean time some headcanons this sparked:

SQH is living as the youngest daughter of a family of disgraced nobility / scholars / merchants / smth like that near the capitol. his parents want to marry him off to some gross minor lord that he has no interest in (old palace master perhaps?)

when war breaks out and the army starts recruiting, this is the perfect opportunity to both live as a man and escape this arranged marriage! he leaps at it enthusiastically and enlists under General Mobei

MBJ is a great warrior, but out of favor after his father's death and due to his uncle's slandering of his skills. he's been sent off to train new recruits and he isnt happy about it

SQH is by far the worst! worst of the worst! you've seen mulan. he's hopeless

but... MBJ is struggling with commanding his portion of the army from a distance and with no support. LQJ has purposefully isolated him and set him up to fail

SQH catches sight of MBJ struggling over food rationing or smth and swoops in and fixes it all with his know-how from his shitty family. incredible!

MBJ fires him as a soldier and rehires him as his personal assistant on the spot

tbc...

would love to hear more of ur thoughts on this au as well hehe (◉ ⌄◉ )✧

[thunderpot]

I show up to yet again bring the moshang word... This time the moshang word of my precious Haze!😌

If you haven't read 'To Fill in Empty Spaces' GO READ IT!! And if you already had, GO REREAD IT! Ayooo I made some fanart for it bc this fic gave me lifeeee I am so weak to sun/moon stuff, this fic lives rent free in my heart forever 🥹

[star-mail]

This reminds me of Scumplane ngl

Okay goodnight 😴

glad you knew exactly who to go to <3<3<3

its either sj: "this fucker is from another universe and i know it" or sqh: "i know everything about him but i hope he'll tell me anyway"

[rinledraws]

yelling at cat meme but make it svsss

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fill for the svsss gotcha for gaza event, for cass.

drawing video here. reference used: hamtaro.