#who is mu qing

[whos-the-seme]

Shen Yuan is actually a cuddle bug. Had a ton of Luo Binghe body pillows back home not just for the merch reasons but because he needs something in his bed to squeeze when he's sleeping.

Since he started having weekly planning (boozing and bitching) sessions with Shang Qinghua, he sometimes accidentally sleeps over. After he's finished his paperwork and started on some of Qinghua's, sometimes the wine gets to him and he's just so sleepy. Or, sometimes, Shang Qinghua will let the other read some of the short stories he had written early on in his transmigration when fighting to not lose his mind. Shen Yuan would critique them, before harassing him to publish them anonymously.

("Oh, so you are capable of writing more than papapa trash."

"Aw, you like it?" "...it's good." 🙄)

But by the time he finished them, it would be so late, and it didn't make much sense to leave when a bed was right there. And Shang Qinghua had custom ordered goose feather pillows and blankets, which was so unlike his porcelain pillows, and Shang Qinghua himself is right there. Therefore. The man himself becomes his new object of comfort when asleep.

At first, Shang Qinghua used to just wave it off. Then he started to playfully complain and tease about how clingy Shen Yuan was in his sleep, and Shen Yuan would grumble and turn bright red and turn his back on him... only for them to wake up with Shen Yuan basically curled around the other like an octopus in the morning. And then it just became normal because, of course, they really only had each other, so like why not? It brought them both comfort and two people could totally cuddle platonically.

Before long, more than half the week, Shen Yuan was spending the night over, and some rare times, Shang Qinghua goes to the bamboo house. Shang Qinghua learns when to give up his piles of paperwork when his friend starts getting tired and to get more fucking rest himself. Otherwise, Shen Yuan will just walk in, curl up on his lap with his head resting on Shang Qinghua's shoulder, and fall asleep there.

("Really? I ordered those extra stuffed pillows for you, you know. Go to bed, I'll be done in a minute."

"Ugh, shut up, sleeping isn't the same when you're out here ordering new fighting posts for Bai Zhan Peak for the 5th time this month. I'll just wait here for you to finish."

"In my lap...? That's kinda gay--" 😏

"Qinghua."

"Shutting up and finishing the work." )

Those of An Ding Peak, being the peak that was basically the backbone of the entire sect and kept it running through sweat, blood, and some other bodily fluids, knew how to keep secrets from other peaks. You don't become a disciple there without knowing how to keep your mouth shut when outsiders are around. But between each other, whispers abound.

"I don't think Shen-shibo has left in two days," one disciple murmurs to another when they see Shen Qingqiu flouncing around yet again, ordering one of the disciples to bring some two small meals to their Shifu's rooms for a late dinner.

"Do you think they're... you know?" Another asks quietly after delivering some new contracts to their Shifu. The door to his bedroom had been slightly ajar, and through the cracks, green leaf-pattern outer robes were on the ground.

("I'm not sleeping in these, okay! You should have written in pajamas while you were busy adding in chocolate, and whatever else doesn't exist in Ancient China, to PIDW!" 😒

"Oh my god, just sleep in your inner robes, then! Better yet, borrow some of my clothes. But you're sure as fuck not sleeping naked on my silk sheets, bro!")

The disciples on Qing Jing Peak certainly notice when the bamboo hut isn't occupied for the night. At first, they just thought that their Shizun was extra silent in his house now, but once, Ming Fan had to go to Shizun for a small issue late in the evening, and he wasn't there. Nor was he there the next night, or the next. They're not sure where he is, or what he's doing, but he's always there in the morning, so they don't worry too much.

On the fourth night, Shizun was home, but Shang-shishu was also there. And... stayed there. The lights went out, and the disciples who were sent out to spy came back and reported that Shang-shishu had never left.

("He... is Shang-shishu still in there?"

"I think so. M-maybe he stayed in the extra bedroom?"

"..." 👀

"..." 👀)

The disciples eye each other and simultaneously agree to never let those outside the peak know about this. When crossing paths with A Ding disciples, there are discreet looks and nods of understanding, and they pass each other by with not a word.

(Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua?)

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One bright and sunny morning, Liu Qingge slams his way into Shang Qinghua's office. He is followed by Mu Qingfang, and Yue Qingyuan, all needing to speak with Shang Qingqua to figure out Shen Qingqiu's whereabouts. He wasn't in his bamboo hut this morning, nor was he anywhere else that he typically frequented.

Mu Qingfang because it was time for his bimonthly check-up to ensure that his treatments with Liu Qingge were progressing as they should. Yue Qingyuan due to peak matters (though, technically, he could do it on his own, but if he got to see Xiao Jiu--). Liu Qingge because the beast that he had dropped on his doorstep yesterday afternoon had yet to be removed, which was odd. And also, he had ordered new fighting posts a week ago, and usually they would have been delivered by now, which was also odd.

Wei Qingwei and Qi Qingqi also follow along because they could smell drama. And also they were a tiny bit worried about their shixiong. Whenever he disappeared for too long, it was likely that he had gotten kidnapped or poisoned. Again.

Shang Qinghua scrambles out of his bed chambers with hastily thrown-on outer robes, blurry-eyed, screaming "Whoosit!?" He barely has time to open his mouth before he is instantly bombarded with several requests, most of them pertaining to the apparent missing peak lord. Liu Qingge also asks about his fighting posts, which Shang Qinghua pretends not to hear.

"We've not seen him in a few days," Mu Qingfang says to him over the noise, with an apologetic smile for waking up his overworked shixiong. "I know you two are somewhat friends, so if you see him soon, please tell him he really needs to come to Qian Cao for his next physical."

"Wait, who's missing? Ah, please don't touch that." The last part is directed at Qi Qingqi, who is combing through his shelves. "Shen Qingqiu is apparently missing, according to this bunch," Qi Qingqi says, smirking at him. She pokes the figurine he told her not to touch. Oh well, she'll realize why he told her not to touch it soon enough.

"Shen Qingqiu? What do you mean, he's--" Shang Qinghua instantly closes his mouth, hoping that no one heard that. "I-I mean, yeah, I'll let you guys know if he stops by! No problem, will absolutely send him your way--" "What was that?" Liu Qingge narrows his eyes at him. "You were about to say something. You know where he is. Tell me."

Shang Qinghua begins to sweat immediately. "Whaaat? No, you must have heard wrong. Seriously, I'll let you guys know if I catch him. Now, if you guys can be on your way--" He starts trying to herd people out.

Unbeknownst to him, his bedroom door cracks open and a figure, eyes barely open, shuffles out and heads towards him. Wei Qingwei, idling in the office, is the first to notice the person wearing another set of An Ding Blue outer robes over soft Qing Jing Green inner ones. His jaw drops.

"Qinghua?" A soft, sleepy voice murmurs in his ear, arms circling around his waist and a head laying on his shoulder from behind. "It's too early, come back to bed." A small yawn.

Shang Qinghua can feel himself freeze with a nervous smile on his face.

Shit.

[canayams-art]

“And one day— when you’ve made something of yourself— they’ll paint over the stains they left on you with gilded reverence.”

Got the go-ahead to share our pieces for @/MuQingZine on twitter. Many thanks to the mods for having me 🙇‍♀️

[nothingbizzare]

A bunch of sketches i did these days !!!

[hkrieg]

Everyone's favorite (or least favorite) martial god...

[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

you don't understand my asexual need to have a fanfic where mu qing does NOT break his cultivation pacts for feng xin. god who is associated with sex with an eternal virgin who has no intention of changing that? and still want to be together? even though feng xin knows he will never touch mh qing like this but being with him is enough for him???

[biboomerangboi]

Been thinking about the homoerotic potential of Xianle Quartet again and I think I’ve figured out the best/funniest way for the post canon dynamic to play out: Xie Lian gets his offical harem.

And no I don’t mean Xie Lian just gets to hold hands with everyone. I think Hua Cheng who wants Gege to be happy and give him everything he wants but also genuinely believes he’s better than Feng Xin and Mu Qing starts acting like the Wife and Feng Xin and Mu Qing are Xie Lians concubines.

I think it would start with Hua Cheng giving them strictly solicited times to be with Xie Lian and then later when Xie Lian admits he feels something more about the two of them he would get real into it.

He makes it extremely clear he’s the first and most important wife in this game and they play by his rules. They deal with his times and get to see him give Xie Lian really extravagant gifts to wear when he spend time with them as well as giving him lots of love bites not to mention lots of little digs and because Fengqing are Fengqing they instantly match the energy.

The Harem games begin.

There’s so much side comments and subterfuge and of course fights to see who is the favourite while also convinced that it won’t be them because they start to notice all the beautiful things about their competitors in a really homoerotic way.

They would all start to act nice with each other when they are with of Xie Lian because they notice that he likes that and they have points to win. So there are lots of group spars and meals with a general play nice vibe to them. Until they reluctantly start to like playing nice but are also be thinking fuck these guys. These two guys are the worst people in the world.

Then of course Xie Lian goes away for a few days on a mission and they all lose it . They will literally have no one to perform for and yet they are all still being so petty and in each others business, then each others faces, and then suddenly they are all in each others bed.

Xie Lian naturally comes back to this and is delighted by this development.

[mumuqings]

tgcf book spoilers, but one mu qing and xie lian snippet that I think about a lot is this one, at the start of xie lian’s second banishment when he’s surprised to hear mu qing being described as generous and kind:

as opposed to this memory from before his first ascension when mu qing started giving out cherries to the kids in the city:

I think it just really goes to show 1) how deeply mq’s actions truly affected xl and what he thought of him, but also 2) just how different mq and xl are fundamentally in the way that they think and approach things.

I don’t have a lot of commentary on xl that hasn’t already been said, but bc we get the story from xl’s pov, we see a lot of mq’s actions being framed as selfish or suspicious (which is fair, bc again, we know how much his actions hurt xl), but we also see a lot of misconstrued kindness, like in book 8 where it’s revealed that he knocked out fx in order to save him. it’s also pretty obvious how much mq still cares abt xl, with how quickly he volunteers as fu yao and the lengths he goes to protect him when he deems hc a threat, so I also think it’s very likely that mq leaving the trio first was exactly what he said it was — that he thought becoming a junior official, ascending quickly, would be the best way to take care of not just his mother, but also xl, fx, the king and queen, and himself, and so in a way, him leaving was him acting on his kindness. but ofc it doesn’t work out, and he spends the next 800 years fighting w/ fx about it, defending himself, his decisions, and his kindness, and nitpicking the accuracies of his statues while he himself remains completely misunderstood by the two people he probably cares abt the most.

and idk, I guess I just think that’s probably a really lonely way to spend 800 years.

[questionable-sanity]

Sad Mu Qing thoughts:

You know how it's a common headcanon that he not only is good a sewing, but it's something that he genuinely enjoys doing?

What if, not unlike Hua Cheng's Cave of Ten Thousand Statues, Mu Qing has a huge, private wardrobe that no one knows about except for him.

This wardrobe contains thousands of grand, luxurious robes and accessories, all created by his hand. Not one of them is the same as another, and if one were to look closely, one would discover that they were clearly organized into three main sections:

One section contains robes that are not dissimilar to his own's size, but are markedly different in color and style than anything Mu Qing would wear - rich, warm browns and yellows with accents of brick reds or burnt orange. All trimmed with gleaming, brassy gold. The fabrics are fairly heavy and practical, but forgiving. The designs all seem to have careful attention to the flexibility of the shoulders. Many of them display beautiful, finely embroidered designs depicting noble dragons or a more subtle pattern reminiscent of dragon scales.

Another section contains robes that are too small to be worn by Mu Qing, and much too light in color. - rows and rows of flowy, silky fabrics, ranging from snowy white to the palest of blues, many adorned with delicate patterns of flower petals or clouds in golds and silvers. Some are simple and airy, but others are designed with long, flowing sleeves, ornate sashes, and delicate beading with underrobes offering lovely flashes of fortuitous crimson, befitting of royalty.

In perhaps the largest section, there are endless sets of robes clearly intended for a woman. One who would have been much shorter in stature than Mu Qing, but who clearly shares his penchant for dark colors and simple yet tasteful designs. Blacks, greys, and navy blues, all in the softest, most satiny materials that would feel as light as air on the skin. On close inspection, many of these would display graceful, tasteful patterns of cherry blossoms or under-robes with just the barest hint of blush or peach pinks. These robes are clearly lovingly crafted, with their seams, sashes, and accessories of the finest silver.

No one knows the centuries Mu Qing has spent crafting and preserving such lovely robes, none of them having ever been touched or worn after their creation.

And he prefers it that way, to keep this wardrobe a secret, a shrine in reverence to the most precious and grieved relationships of his past.

There, he can pour his feelings and devotion, and not be judged or rejected.

[izzy-prizzy]

me when i see a dumb opinion about a character i love or any character in general that is fucking stupid, on twitter/tiktok: "tumblr would never"

[karaoke4fandoms]

Just watched the tgcf short film and I am happy to report that censorship is, in fact, dead

[inalandofsadclowns]

idk if you guys have heard, but words says if you make bad fanart of mu qing, he will visit you in your dreams and give you one of his sexy angry looks

[budd-ie]

“Mu Qing is too logical for his own good” is such a real problem that he deals with and as tragic as it makes his life I also think it’s really funny when someone is accusing him of something and instead of telling them to shut up or leave him alone the first thing he does is pull out the 95 fucking theses detailing every single thing wrong with their argument WITH historical evidence and additional considerations from scholarly psychology articles, MLA format works cited and completely annotated. It could use an editor and some bias correction, but he actually makes a pretty good point. anyways tgcf ace attorney au when

[rhiangalaxy]

Ah yes a normal youth who is totally not the Ghost King Crimson Rain <3 (ft. a bonus under the cut)

[ID: A TGCF Drawing. Hua Cheng, in his San Lang form, looks towards the viewer, holding a broom in both hands. He smiles whilst saying "Gege!" He is dressed in primarily red robes with butterfly motifs. End ID]

[ID: A TGCF Doodle. All characters drawn in chibi style. Xie Lian stands in the middle of Fu Yao and Nan Feng, with a large smile and his eyes closed. He says "San Lang!" with sparkles around the name and his hands clasped together. To the right is Fu Yao looking towards the viewer with a questioning disgusted/concerned look. To the left is Nan Feng who is looking towards the viewer, presumably San Lang, with a concerned/angry look. End ID]

[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

,,Fu Yao and Nan Feng as Fengqing's twins" yea sure But what if they don't know about it either. Like Mu Qing and Feng Xin had idk like 10 years of peace, spawned two kids (don't ask me, ask them) but ended up separating them

Nan Feng ended up as Nan Yang's deputy and Fu Yao as Xuan Zhen's. Both very unaware of their parents. They just think they are favored for some reason

[stiltonbasket]

I love Hua Cheng gets amnesia'd back into Wu Ming fics as much as the next person.... but even so, my kingdom for a TGCF fic where Hualian both get turned back into their book 4 selves post-canon :0

[xielianslver]

tgcf modern au but their still gods/ghosts they've just lived for that long