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@abyssear
independent, low effort, and low activity multimuse centered around the demons of mxtx's series, including SVSSS, heaven official's blessing, and MDZS. featuring ššš šššššš & ššš ššššš. personals and minors do not interact. this blog is not spoiler free ! written by jules ( they/she, 27, pst ). ā”
RULES & MUSE LIST below the cut :
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goddamn. shen q.ingqiu in the russian novel art is the prettiest man to exist
inbox call ! ā” like this for me to go through your meme tag & send some stuff. specify muse or get some randoms!
i need to write a proper headcanon post about this but despite having hundreds of wives my bing-ge hot take is that he's such a ladies man because a) he actually has a voracious need for intimacy which is often put into sex and b) he does not trust men. he only really feels comfortable and good around women but doesn't know how to interact with them outside of being the all - conquering stallion everyone knows and loves. i also think it goes along with his first intimate encounters being a pressured / dubious consent situation to appease a girl's dying wish and a childhood friends - to - lovers situation with ning yingying. MOREOVER. i cannot even bring his need to be loved / good / pleasurable complex into this. all i can think about is how bad this boy needs authentic love and connection.
ROMANTIC GESTURES !ććboldćwhatćappliesćtoćyourćmuse,ćitalicizećifćitćappliesćsometimesćorćselectively.
holding handsććbuying flowersććcookingććcuddlesććwriting a poem / songććholding the door openććtying shoelacesććsharing a milkshake with two strawsććoffering their jacket when it's coldććkissing in the rainććpublicly confessing love.
long walks on the beachććdoing the titanic pose on a boatććkissing the back of their handććslow dancingććintroducing them to their parentsććlighting candlesććflower petals on bedććlove lettersććstargazingććbrushing / doing their hairććpicnicsććteaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their handsććcompliments.
drawing themććself-made giftsććmassagesććproposing with a family heirloom ringććlending them their favorite book to readććpaying for dinnerććsurprise partiesććfeeding themććhanding them keys to their apartmentććmaking space in drawer for their clothes when they stay overććsharing a blanketććcouple costumes.
tucking a hair strand behind their earććkeeping them from leavingććmoving cities to be togetherććblowing a kissććbreakfast in bedććdefending them in a fight joint bubble bathsććdropping the l-bomb / "i love you"ććdedicating a song to themććwearing their clothesććyawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movieććgranting them the last bite.
tagged by : @aozhenzhu ( thank youu!! <33 ) tagging : @priestl1es for sj or cwn, @kallistcs for sqq, @deathfavor for xue yang, @deiscension, and @fatelied for arashi !! also literally whoever wants to do it, tag me! <3
teehee i made binghe his own stats page as well as bing-ge because distinction w those 2 is KEY
PROMPTS FOR RESURRECTIONS, BOTH GOOD AND BAD * Ā assorted dialogue for that moment when a character comes back to life... but did they come back as themselves, or did something go wrong? adjust as necessary
how long was i out?
it was dark, and i heard voices. i was trying to get out.
don't look at me. i don't want you to see me like this.
tell me the truth. how long was i gone?
who brought me back?
i don't remember what happened. one second i was there, and the next...
you were out for quite some time.
don't worry. i've got you.
i saw you die.
i can't live with myself if you're gone.
i don't know how to function without you here.
wipe those tears away.
i'm right here! there's no need to cry.
something feels off about you.
are you sure you're all right?
you don't sound like yourself.
that wasn't supposed to happen like that.
your death was all my fault.
i never should have gone in there alone.
can you please tell me what happened?
no one is telling me how i died.
i didn't hear anything while i was out.
that was a bit weird.
i'll be fine. just have to deal with this nasty bump on my head.
is that my blood or someone else's?
you were not supposed to do this.
he was supposed to stay dead!
this was never meant to happen this way.
i think you made a mistake in coming back.
i can't live without you.
i'd really like to avoid dying again if i can help it.
is this the first time you've died?
there must be something we can do to bring them back.
i think i can heal them.
death is only the beginning.
maybe you should have stayed dead.
is that really you?
don't ever leave my sight again.
there you are! welcome back! how was it, being dead?
did you see god?
are you the one i should blame?
let's just hope there aren't any consequences to this.
you never should have interfered.
i don't really feel like myself.
ever since i died, i've been feeling sort of strange.
that's what death does. it puts things into perspective.
is death something we should be able to reverse in the first place?
this is a very bad idea.
why can't you just stay dead?
please reverse the spell.
i'm not ready to say goodbye.
you are not a lover you are not a yearner you have a big gaping hole in the middle of your chest and you donāt know how to fill it you live in a state of perpetual spiritual greed you are a glutton and bursting at the seams with putrid filth. btw.
*presses my face to the glass* . . . i'm off to work for a few hours but i will return. tonight i'll catch up on ims and finish up lbh's bio for those who aren't familiar with svsss <33
theĀ Ā seaĀ Ā takesĀ Ā noticeĀ Ā ofĀ Ā himĀ Ā longĀ Ā beforeĀ Ā yuĆØĀ Ā makesĀ Ā herselfĀ Ā known.Ā Ā theĀ Ā watersĀ Ā stillĀ Ā aroundĀ Ā hisĀ Ā knees,Ā Ā theirĀ Ā restlessĀ Ā pullĀ Ā quietingĀ Ā beneathĀ Ā theĀ Ā weightĀ Ā ofĀ Ā anĀ Ā unseenĀ Ā command,Ā Ā whileĀ Ā paleĀ Ā lightĀ Ā beginsĀ Ā toĀ Ā stirĀ Ā beneathĀ Ā theĀ Ā surfaceĀ Ā likeĀ Ā somethingĀ Ā ancientĀ Ā wakingĀ Ā fromĀ Ā sleep.Ā Ā onlyĀ Ā thenĀ Ā doesĀ Ā sheĀ Ā emergeĀ Ā fromĀ Ā theĀ Ā mistedĀ Ā shoreline,Ā Ā silver-whiteĀ Ā hairĀ Ā shiftingĀ Ā againstĀ Ā herĀ Ā shouldersĀ Ā asĀ Ā herĀ Ā gazeĀ Ā settlesĀ Ā firstĀ Ā uponĀ Ā theĀ Ā drenchedĀ Ā hemĀ Ā ofĀ Ā hisĀ Ā robes,Ā Ā thenĀ Ā theĀ Ā pearlĀ Ā restingĀ Ā withinĀ Ā hisĀ Ā palm.Ā Ā quietĀ Ā amusementĀ Ā softensĀ Ā theĀ Ā carefulĀ Ā measureĀ Ā ofĀ Ā herĀ Ā expression. āĀ Ā myĀ Ā lordĀ Ā ,āĀ Ā sheĀ Ā greets,Ā Ā hisĀ Ā titleĀ Ā leavingĀ Ā herĀ Ā lipsĀ Ā withĀ Ā gentleĀ Ā familiarityĀ Ā despiteĀ Ā theĀ Ā formalityĀ Ā betweenĀ Ā them.Ā
Ā theĀ Ā tideĀ Ā carriesĀ Ā herĀ Ā closerĀ Ā withoutĀ Ā disturbingĀ Ā theĀ Ā surface,Ā Ā andĀ Ā sheĀ Ā extendsĀ Ā oneĀ Ā paleĀ Ā handĀ Ā towardĀ Ā theĀ Ā offering.Ā Ā ā youĀ Ā neednātĀ Ā haveĀ Ā venturedĀ Ā soĀ Ā farĀ Ā intoĀ Ā myĀ Ā watersĀ Ā toĀ Ā gainĀ Ā myĀ Ā attention.Ā Ā theĀ Ā seaĀ Ā announcedĀ Ā yourĀ Ā arrivalĀ Ā theĀ Ā momentĀ Ā youĀ Ā crossedĀ Ā itsĀ Ā threshold. ā delicateĀ Ā fingersĀ Ā closeĀ Ā aroundĀ Ā theĀ Ā pearl,Ā Ā turningĀ Ā itĀ Ā untilĀ Ā ceruleanĀ Ā lightĀ Ā glimmersĀ Ā acrossĀ Ā herĀ Ā knuckles.Ā Ā herĀ Ā gazeĀ Ā risesĀ Ā toĀ Ā meetĀ Ā hisĀ Ā onceĀ Ā more,Ā Ā warmĀ Ā yetĀ Ā knowinglyĀ Ā curious.Ā Ā ā thoughĀ Ā iĀ Ā mustĀ Ā admit,Ā Ā yourĀ Ā determinationĀ Ā makesĀ Ā theĀ Ā giftĀ Ā ratherĀ Ā difficultĀ Ā toĀ Ā refuse.Ā Ā tellĀ Ā me,Ā Ā myĀ Ā lordāĀ Ā isĀ Ā thisĀ Ā trulyĀ Ā aĀ Ā gestureĀ Ā ofĀ Ā diplomacy,Ā Ā orĀ Ā merelyĀ Ā anĀ Ā excuseĀ Ā toĀ Ā satisfyĀ Ā yourĀ Ā curiosity? ā
light in the demon lord's eyes has long dimmed, shrouded through the years and pursuit of vengeance, but it is her silhouette which sparks a gleaming once again. she has a rare kind of beauty, what looks divine beneath the moon's touch. perhaps she carries an air of innocence, or perhaps he's grown accustomed to the appearance of mortal women, but something about her smile softens the propriety he greeted her with. luo binghe should have come much sooner. not once do his eyes leave her frame, centering on the light she breathes into his offering. her remark is not deterring ; in fact, he sinks further into the water, settling crouched until the sea brushes his waist.
ā my lady is perceptive , ā he praises, and the words hold a genuine reverence. smile warms, a shift that nearly reaches the dying stars in his eyes. ā it is true this lord could have sent someone else . . . but it wouldn't be very courteous not to come after all this time. tales of the tide healer have traveled far to reach my halls. ā both. the answer is certainly both. if he'd come with an agenda, it has devolved into a pursuit of knowledge. ā it's difficult not to be curious. ā
on the outside, his expression is painted mild and calmā shen yuan is met with a pleasant smile and relaxed brows, civility in place of brutality. . . but this has been anticipated far too long. shizun. finally, his very own. beneath the facade, not even this demon lord can restrain his desire. it shines through the glint of obsidian gaze and the sharp, calculated way he tracks his movement. chest rising, chest falling, and not once do his eyes peel from the sleeping figure. he fits in perfectly, redressed in teal robes and wrapped in the linens of the demon lord's bed.
there's recognition too. the face is different, hair shorter, softer cheeks, but it's him. so this is what ' transmigration ' can do. luo binghe has arranged everything, even gone so far as to mimic that soft - hearted maiden's expressions. surely this shen qingqiu won't run. and if he does, there's always the water prison. ā shizun ? ā fingers card through the hair clustered on shen yuan's forehead, careful, as he tastes the title on his tongue. ā husband ? ā
@kallistcs, shen yuan getting yeeted into the malewife life. ā”
sender smirks when they realized they got under reciver's skin. // shen jiu for luo bing-geā¦ shizun stop talking back itās not good for your longevity -
for a moment, he is fourteen again , naught but a clumsy boy with a false manual ignoring the snickering of favored disciples. that smirk has stained him. despite the chill and humiliation painted over his shizun's body, that smirk is a victory. for a moment, crimson irises cloud with disorientation and worse, loss. BUT LUO BINGHE IS NOT A BOY ANYMORE. it doesn't take long for RAGE to take its place, darker and hotter than it's usual flavor. an eery smile burns his cheeks, fangs clench, and he swallows the prickling moisture at the corners of his eyes. ā ah . . . shen qingqiu is right. ā yet his tone is void of acquiescence.
filthy little beast. unwanted. unbelonging. unloved.
his hands . . . binghe had always found them so elegant, even when he'd used them to dump tea over his head, or punish him, or wave him away to be stowed in the woodshed. they'd seemed so sophisticated wrapped around that precious fan, brushing through pages of a book, or tightening around the hilt of xiu ya.
it's almost gentle, when he grasps shizun's right hand within both of his own. almost.
āāā CRACK.
music to the ears. crack crack crack crack āā palm bones split, fingers snapped. luo binghe relishes in the sound, in the agony which is sure to follow. it won't be long now until guilt will hang over this scum's head, until the demon lord will have the freedom to do as he wishes. when he speaks, it's almost giddy. ā maybe this better suits your expectations ? ā
@priestl1es : YOU OUGHTA KNOW PROMPTS .
im not "blackmailing you" okay i am casually reminding you of information that i have about you that i could hypothetically give to another person to negatively impact your life as a way of getting you to do what i want you to do. thats not blackmail ok we're just having a conversation. im just talking
"memory is punishment." (pallid saying this to jasper ehehe being all suave and cool apparently)
indeed. life is suffering and memory is the scar it carves. memory can be so useful a tool for torment, an instrument to pick out his favorite tastes. jasper may have even made this declaration himself, yet still the urge to be contrarian reigns. ā can it not also be a source of comfort ? ā he hums, running thumb over the edge of his glass, ā or pleasure ? ā
the same could be said that one man's punishment is another creature's euphoria. painful memories are his favorite to devour, dreams of shame and anguish and rage. the thorns men so desperately bury and hide are in themselves precious fruit, delight rotting to fruition in the dark.
jasper wonders if pallid is the hunter or the bleeder. ā it depends on the thing which carries them, wouldn't you say ? ā
@fatelied : PINTEREST MUSINGS .
continued with @abyssear from HERE
Xue Yang makes for a rather MALEVOLENT FIGURE, arms crossed over his chest while he leans back against the wall, one foot braced against it. It isn't the well-mannered behavior of a cultivator, but then again, Xue Yang had hardly tried to play nice even back when under guise of a guest cultivator. A beast the will no be tamed, but will, for the most part, listen to who it chooses to. His grin grows and he pushes off of the wall, striding over to the papers indicated like a wolf that has caught the scent.
" Obviously. " Xue Yang is audacious enough to roll his eyes in classic Xue Yang style - but he is listening, a knife-blade glint of focus in his eyes as he scans through the information. " Do you want to make the deaths look like they came at the hands of a certain group or style, or anything goes? " He inquires. Are we staging a narrative is the real question he means. He trusts Meng Yao will know as much.
" Yes, you've made that clear. " Though Xue Yang knows why it is reiterated. Unlike Su She who's practically a trained lap dog, he is still a wild card. Xue Yang tilts his head slightly, lifting crimson eyes from the papers to meet the other's striking gaze. " Do you want anything as PROOF? Like maybe an eye or something? Or no dismembering? " It is a rather generous inquiry in his books ; to verify beforehand.
it would be a lie to say some small part of his heart did not twinge with fondness, if only for the fervor of xue yang's persistent enthusiasm. willingness is a balm, safety in someone else dirtying their hands so that jin clan's maintain immaculacy. and here, he's already tuned in to the benefit potential of this situationā a fast learner. more blade than boy, he had thought, the very same he sees in the mirror. jin guangyao clamps the urge to praise him. that can wait until the matter is resolved.
ā ji clan of the west. ā uttered with cold detachment, ā no dismembering. ā it wouldn't be their style. this ji clan may be small but they are tedious in their complaints of jin's leadership, more than enough to give his father jin guangyao a headache. it should be simple enough to falsify reports of tensions until the youth can follow through. afterwards, they'll have more than enough evidence to close the issue entirely.
then, after a pause . . . ā no proof needed. ā is isn't trust, not quite, but xue yang has more than proven his worth in blood. isn't he well aware of the consequences should he fail ? ā one more thing. ā jin guangyao's expression remains hollow, even as he steps aside to one of his many compartments ā emerging only moments later with a small, intricate blade. fabricated evidence, of course, left by the clan's young master after their most recent meeting. ā use it and leave it there when it's done. ā
Luo Binghe ā¤ļø
