I thought if I shattered enough, someone somewhere would find a piece of me soft enough to keep.
oh Bingzu..
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I thought if I shattered enough, someone somewhere would find a piece of me soft enough to keep.
oh Bingzu..
this idiot getting biblical with it
I’ve always been biblical with it
הבל | hevel
This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.
This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.
This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.
God says, You get to choose.
And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”
I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?
“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.
Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.
In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt.
Dragons rising season 4 spoilers / small TW
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Love birds
Some strawpage requests
i tried idk how i feel abt it
Attacking @artsarasp with some Liushang/warplane >:)
When you’re trying to teach your shidi how to do paperwork correctly but he’s not paying attention 😤 (lay off him, SQH, he’s distracted by something pretty :P)
pay no mind to the an ding disciple in the background
i hope the ground you stand on forms craters to show how freaking fat you are you absolute giant die now
Intimate
some toxic yaoi to get me through the week
And he asked: "Forget what?"
a commission of a scene from this fic ! ^^
Came back wrong but the wrongness is that you're no longer as awful as you used to be. You're not mean anymore. You don't lose your temper as quickly, you don't say awful things, lash out, or hurt people on purpose just to prove that you can, not since you came back. It's the same face, the same voice, the same superficial tendencies, but all the rough edges have been smoothed away so thoroughly that it feels like something else is wearing you as a mask. Yet it's impossible to get anyone else to see the problem, because you're less of a problem than you've ever been before.
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gojo pick up ur kids theyre fighting again
Gojo’s too deadbeat to be either of their fathers. That’s Nanami’s and Miguel’s kids fighting over there.
realized my 1st bingqiu of the year was sad so i had to fix that
shang qinghua who becomes uncannily good friends with everyone he meets. everyone thinks it’s super bizarre because this guy is always so anxious and overworked, not to mention secretive as fuck, and yet he’s super close to all the peak lords and shares inside jokes w them all. he hangs out with each and every single one of them all the time and as it turns out he has a shit ton in common with them and they all think he’s funny as fuck. and it’s not only the peak lords but anyone else he meets too!!!! he even gets along w people like liu qingge and luo binghe!!!! people are absolutely stumped by this guy and think he has ulterior motives because no one is this charismatic and easy to get along with without even trying. there’s no way he actually has this much in common with everyone he meets
in reality shang qinghua is an author who transmigrated into his own novel and is super fucking stoked to be able to get to know all his characters on a personal level. he loves interacting w everyone and of course they’re all going to have something in common w him when he created them all and they all carry a part of him within themselves. he’s having the absolute time of his life playing with his ocs
I think we need more Binghe centric fics that emphasize demons seeing him as a human. Not necessarily “you aren’t demon enough for us” because he’s the emperor and everything, more like “you’re a human, tell us what painkillers are. You’re a human, you modest little prude freak”
I also want more Mobei Jun seeing Binghe as an expert on humans and subtlety trying to ask him how to be the best partner for Shang Qinghua, but because Binghe is an insane person all his wisdom is shit