#tw [airplanes]

[chandiewashere]

i hate red eyes

[tempo-takoyaki]

Here's my 5th prompt for SVSSSAction and donated by @/SomeGoodBeans! It was a freeform Moshang prompt, so I decided to draw @/mowochi's Vampire AU (from twitter)!

[jenomong]

Light is what we create

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I received instructions from former president Barack Obama to drop a nuclear bomb on my parents' house. I got in the plane that held the bomb but I couldn't figure out how to fly it so I had to call my mom and ask her. After I started flying, she asked where I was flying to and I said, "Your mom-I mean, my mom's house?" and then immediately dropped it way too close to the ground which blew up the plane and killed everyone in the neighborhood.

[dyed-indigo]

i may or may not have written a fanfiction

[ID: Shang Qinghua and a human Mobei-Jun wearing a doctor's coat sit at a table together eating a bowl of bugs. Mobei-Jun looks satisfied with a pair of wings sticking out of his mouth, while Shang Qinghua has a cricket leg stuck to his face and is crying. Shang Qinghua is also thinking about himself at an earlier point in time, gaming on a livestream and saying "Chat, I'm not gonna eat bugs!" /End ID]

[patheticpeoplesupreme]

TW// Panic Attack// Derealisation /Derealization //

Multiple names used interchangeably// ambiguous ending

read the side notes at the end!//

Sometimes, this world feels fake. Sometimes, he doesn’t feel like he lives in it.

When he was Houhua, he tries wave the fog away and picks up his brush and does his duties. He makes way too many mistakes in those days but no one pays any mind to him. No one pays any mind to his bruises anyway.

No one would care to find out. Why would they?

He was just a pathetic, puny little mouse, scurrying to survive. Canon fodder destined to die and return to the earth below for his sins.

This was his world. His story brought to life.

When the sun glimmers through his window, he wonders if the glow is artificial, like the failing bulbs he used to change when he was falling behind in his rent.

He opens his eyes, trying to blink away the fog, trying to bring back clarity , but to no avail, time slips by again. It’s warmer now, so he forces his limbs to move.

Stumbling into the bathroom, he takes a deep breath and reaches out for a hair tie before locking eyes with himself in the mirror.

Distantly he thinks, ‘this isn’t who I am.’

The colour of his hair was as bright as a chestnut, different from what it should be, shorter dark curls floating in the wind instead of being in a bun. His eyes glaze over— his bright amber compared to the hazelnut shade— scanning himself in the mirror.

His height—the body’s height was shorter by a few inches. He tries to breathe. It only serves to tighten the space in his chest. Finally, with his clumsy fingers, he wrangles his messy, unbrushed hair into a low bun, having no energy to do his usual high bun.

He wished he could cut it.

His hand lifts up to touch the body’s face . Shang Qinghua’s face. Shang… Houhua…?

He tries to think about true name.

He remembers projecting himself into his story, the story that he loved so much, even if it devolved into horrible cliché plots that never went anywhere. Even if the stories were left buried under, he still loved this world.

洛梅花

Luò Méihuā

A plum blossom. Blooming in the midst of winter.

Haa…

He feels like he’s wilting. He steps outside of his room, dizzily fumbling with his accessories, the buttons, the sashes messily wrapped around him

He thinks he smells smoke, a Pringly feeling rubbing against his fingers. He remembers the day he dies, the currents and volts electrocuting him. The sound of thunder never used to scare him.

Now he trembles at the sight of a storm. The percentage of getting hit by lighting is low, but it still terrifies him. To die. To feel that excruciating pain, to feel that excruciating loneliness at the same time, it was unbearable.

~~

Feiji blinks, suddenly standing right infront of his office door, a disciple of his holding the side of his shoulder. He remembers watching her stumble around as a young student, her name being on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t write her, he knew this, yet he couldn’t stop the wave of unease.

“Shizun?” She frowned in concern. He tries to smile and pat her head. Her frown doesn’t disappear, but she does scatter out the front gate.

Feiji wonders if Gua-xiong (Cucumber bro) feels like this sometimes. Like the world is floating away against his will.

“Shang-shidi?” He blinks again. A different person steadying the body— he didn’t even know the body was swaying.

Hm… Yue Qingyuan should be pretty and likeable… but no one likes a one-dimensional character. Though, they really don’t care as long as the protag gets their wives huh�� hm…

Maybe I can scrap the Xiao Jiu storyline? The sect leader is gonna die anyway… it’ll be super bittersweet.



Yue Qingyuan’s brow was furrowed as he stared at the body. Shang—Hua flinched, remembering the descriptions that he’d thought of to make the pair suffer even more.

“All you do is apologise, and for what!? You left me behind!” Meihua laughed slightly as he wrote Xiao Jiu’s lines, thinking to himself, this will surely satisfy the readers angsty desires!

Meihua grinned with the artist he had commissioned to make official art of the peak lords, “this is exactly what i think they look like in my head, thanks!”

Shang Qinghua opens his mouth—

and chokes on a sob, “S—“

he gasps as his knees buckle beneath him, “Sorry.”

Fortunately, Yue Qingyuan jumps in quickly and reaches out to steady him, lowering him slowly instead of plunging to the ground. “Shang-shidi? What’s wrong? Your disciple ran into me and told me that you were acting weird—“

His eyes go wide though he’s not quite sure why and his hearing suddenly shuts down, muffling everything the worried man is saying.

Feiji is sorry, Yue Qingyuan— he’s sorry—he’s so incredibly sorry—!

—

“Are you sure there’s nothing that could’ve possibly sent him into such a severe qi deviation?” Mu Qifang questioned once more, desperate to get any answers on how to help his patient.

Yue Qingyuan shakes his head, grimacing, “No, the disciple I saw told me that he’s been that quiet since the start of the day.”

He paused thinking for a little longer before sighing, “She did not mention if Lord Mobei had visited either… there was nothing that could have triggered it. And nothing is calming him down.”

Mu Qingfang gazed over to the sobbing man boy, “I wish I knew how to help him.”

“Perhaps we should ask Shen-shidi for assistance. He…”

Yue Qingyuan’s expression closed as he thinks about it, “The two of them has been quite close in the recent years.” He reminds himself to calm down.

Shang Qinghua to him, is like having a younger brother, he could feel totally at ease with the oddly anxious peak lord. Despite that, it’s hard to let go of one’s protective instincts. One day, he hopes his instincts will protect the younger as well.

—

“Hey,” a familiar voice called out from the darkness, “Bro?”

Feiji opens his eyes—he didn’t even know he had closed them— and sees the Scum Villain he had created. His breath hitched, thoughts running at a million miles per hour.

The—The backstory that he had scrapped in order to chase the trends and feed into popular tropes—

“Sh—Shen—“ Feiji stuttered out. Shen Qingqiu softened (!???) his expression, before holding his hand out.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me, Shang Qinghua. Mu-shixiong told me that you were—“

shangshidishangshidishangshidi

In a burst of weird emotions, He swats his hand away from him, his voice almost going to a shrieking level, shocking everyone in the room.

“STOP—! That’s not my name—! Please! Shen—Shen—shixiong.”

The two names were fluttering in his mind.

Yuan. Jiu.

He didn’t know what to do anymore. He didn’t understand what was happening anymore.

“Yu—Yuan—xiong please—! That’s— that’s not my name!” He pleaded, “N—Not Shang Qinghua, not Houhua! That’s not me!”

He remembers vaguely the destiny of the body he’s residing in. “He’s not me—“

The two peak lords behind him blink in shock and panic, both frozen, not knowing what to do or say. ‘Yuan…?’

“Okay, I’m sorry, I know you’re not, you’re not him,” Shen Qingqiu nodded comfortingly, “It’s okay, Feiji—ge Gua—xiong is here.”

Feiji shudders at the nickname, one that would usually make him feel safe when it’s Shen Yuan uttering it, yet— all the name does is remind him that he had written all of these characters, all of their suffering, caused by him.

He shakes his head desperately.

Luckily, the man understands. “Alright, this master won’t call you by that name, it’s okay. Can you tell me what you want me to call you?”

It takes a very long time for his mind to catch on, for his mind to send signals on how to respond, he shivers, bowing his head, he grasps at the strings, pulling the cord that would finally make his voice work.

“Meihua— L—Luo Meihua! That’s—“ He sobbed, cutting himself off and desperately clinging to the one person he knew was real. “Gua—Xiong.”

Despite not being good with physical touch, Shen Qingqiu allows the mousy man to grab on as a crutch, he nods along to his mumbles, gesturing Mu Qingfang to help put the panicked and stressed man to rest. “Okay, thank you for telling me Luo Meihua, This one won’t leave you.”

—

“Please. We will explain it all, but please just trust us.” Shen Yuan whispers as the author in his arms falls quiet with his breathing at ease.

—

Blue =Airplane(Feiji)/Meihua(my Airplane’s original name) / & Shen Yuan / Gua-Xiong (cucumber bro)

Green=Shang Qinghua /Shang Houhua( Sqh’s original name?)’s body and original self (or what he perceives to be the original)

also, green refers to SVSSS characters in general and differentiates from real people

It’s honestly super cool I can do this on tumblr

Also side note:

PIDW to Shen yuan feels like Miraculous Ladybug to a lot of fans

it’s so funny

In general, a lot of mlb fans absolutely hate the way Chat and Ladybug is written and I just can’t help but think of Shen Yuan. But at least here, Airplane is likeable haha

[zsbrainrot]

1 Year Ago the world was blessed with this iconic scene, so naturally I had to do a redraw to celebrate

[rotten-apple-stims]

Charles (Henry Stickmin) board with red, fidget, sky and gun stims

(requested by ⭐anon: stims specified)

(🌁) (🔫) (🎈)

(🪂) x (🪂)

(🎈) (🔫) (🌁)

Proship / Comship / RPF Do Not Interact Please !

( divider(s) by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more )

[cumplanecrash]

cumplane x plane crash

for obvious reasons

[blueshistorysims]

February 1937, Henford-on-Bagley, England

Shortly after the children left for school, Eleora received a letter from her father. It had been marked urgent and sent all the way from India. She’d known that her father and brother were in India for business, but she wondered why he had sent a letter so urgently.

Of course, when she read the letter, the reason was made known. Vikram Patel, Samira’s father and Miranda’s maternal grandfather, was dead. He had a heart attack while he and Sir Salim were eating dinner, and by the time medics arrived, he was dead. Eleora had known Mr. Patel most of her life and while she and Samira were at university, he always sent Indian candies for girls.

Eleora was waiting for the children to come home. She wanted to speak to Miranda before she broke the news to everyone. 

“Hello Mummy!” Amalia yelled upon entering the house.

Simon-Elliot gave his sister a look as Miranda shut the door behind them.

“Miranda darling, I need to speak to you for a moment.”

Miranda looked rather worried. “Am I in trouble, Aunt Eleora?”

“No, of course not.”

“What is it?” Miranda asked after Eleora shut the door. 

Eleora sat down and beckoned her to sit next to her. Miranda followed, tugging at her school skirt as she sat down. 

“I’ve had a letter from my father. He’s currently in India with my brother for work. Um… your grandfather passed away about two days ago. He had a heart attack.”

Miranda began to cry almost instantly, and Eleora’s maternal drive kicked in, hugging the child tightly and whispering sweet nothings.

When Miranda calmed down, she stood up, wiped her eyes and glasses, and stared at the floor. “Why does everyone in my family die?”

Eleora stood up. “Miranda.”

“It’s true. Grandpa died before I was born, Mum died giving birth to me, Da died, Grandama’s dead, and now so is Ājōbā.”

She walked over to the child, holding her face gently. “Well, what about your Ajī and Aunt Elspeth? Your many second cousins?”

“I barely see them. And I only know a few words in Marathi, and half of them don’t know English.”

“I’m going to write to your grandmother, send our condolences since we won’t be able to make the funeral, but I will let her know that instead of staying in Bombay for two weeks like we normally do, we’ll spend most of the summer holiday there, that way you can be with your family in India and perhaps improve on your Marathi.”

“Really? The whole summer?”

She closed her eyes and sighed as Miranda hugged her tightly. “Of course, dear.”

[amywritesthings]

sorry for ✨ discourse because i don't enjoy posting it but

i kinda doubled in followers this year (which is awesome! hi all!) but i need you guys (gn) to know that, even if we are not mutuals, i don't tolerate bully behavior or antiship witch hunt rhetoric. i am ship and let ship. i am don't like don't read. i am against assuming one's morality or ethics because of a character they like, a ship they enjoy, a story they read, etc.

i don't want an audience who openly hates or attacks others for the fiction they enjoy, so i will block if i browse a blog and see that type of rhetoric. use your blog for the things you love and create. there's enough animosity and nastiness in this world.

[ducktracy]

saw "75 influences in 75 seconds" on Twitter and decided to give a go at it! i didn't realize how much print cartooning/fine art/still, non moving images had a stranglehold on me until making this! I'm inspired by so much and so fleetingly it's hard to make a list... still fun to make!

[statementlou]

Saturdays in Jakarta via @angstybritishboys insta THANK YOU SO GOOD

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was 3D printing parts for airplanes and then some of my teeth fell out.

[piosplayhouse]

Thinking about it considering both binghe and liu qingge (shen yuan's most canonically ideal men) are described as feminine in text, you could for sure make the case that fem yuan has a Hugeee thing for butch girls that she just does not examine ever

[nebulaeyedfish]

I always wanted to die clean and pretty, but I'd be too busy on working days.

So I am relieved that the turbulence wasn't forecasted-

I couldn't have changed anyway.

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