Asfodelle

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[asfodelle]

"January 26th - New Year

No one ever sleeps great on New Year’s night. 

Guan Shan wakes up in his childhood bedroom with a headache, after maybe four hours of sleep. He didn’t even drink yesterday, neither did his parents. It’s just that the bedsheets are tucked too tight and this bedroom simply isn’t really his anymore although it has been kept almost as he left it years ago."

Chapter 13 of Little Bit of Lead is here :)

[asfodelle]

New chapter tomorrow?

[opintheot]

Knowing only Mo can make He Tian this happy brings me great joy

[dofiro-b]

The little guy.

🥺👉👈

[dofiro-b]

They're growing:

[asfodelle]

For now I'm at 14 chapters plus an 'epilogue' BUT the 'epilogue' keeps getting longer and I'm wondering whether to publish it as chapter 15 and 16 or to just upload it as another work

[beneathitall-thesame]

wip snippet, tianshan. pwp.

(Full disclosure: this is part of a 4k word pwp fic i recently whipped out in a single sitting [literally never have had that kinda writing stamina lol]. I must have been exorcising the sad horny ghosts out of me or some shite, but as soon as i get the same energy this is gettin edited and posted in full heheh)

cw: implied power play

[...]

A pathetic huff of laughter escapes him, and he lifts his eyes, only to find Mo still watching him in incredulity. It melts into a wobbly smirk, as though Mo truly can read every depraved thought flashing through his head.

"You're such a pervert."

The word, startingly clear, goes right to He Tian's gut. His cock jerks inside Mo at the sound.

He asks Mo to say it again. He doesn't need to ask twice.

Mo loosens his grip on He Tian's chin, fair hands sliding to cup either side of his jaw, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. It's as much of a settling touch as it is a prelude to a side of Mo he's not privy to often. Leaning in, Mo's shuddering voice ghosts against the shell of He Tian's ear.

"What happened to taking your time? Huh? Where's the guy who bent me back in half and pounded me into believing I need to feel the stretch for days? Just so I can't miss you. You said a lot of shit. Mind repeating it?"

He Tian's mind reels to the door, where it all starts. They barely get out of their clothes before he drags Mo to the wall, sinks down to his knees. Makes a whole show of it, nosing along the front of his boxers, mouth hot and wet over the hard outline straining the fabric. Mo's socked toes curl over the zipper of He Tian's pants, pressing lightly. He babbles filth into Mo, spurred on by his moans, promising to wreck him piece by piece. Every dirty fantasy he can conjure pours out of him, although most stopped being just wet dreams a long time ago. Mo doesn't twist in shame or avert his eyes when he pushes back against his tongue and fingers. If he grows anxious, it's because at some point they aren't nearly enough anymore. Both are in agreement: He Tian has diligently tended to his hole, and now Mo will come for him, only for him, when he occupies the space he has created for himself.

"Maybe you need me to remind you?"

The image before He Tian: Mo raising his ass and positioning himself right over He Tian's angry-red tip. The hand wrapped at the base is pumping the sensitive flesh in languid, barely-there strokes. He doesn't go any further.

Will he really not do anything? Will he strand He Tian in this half-unspooled stasis? Would he, any other night—day? That doesn't make any sense. Does it? He Tian can't hold onto anything but the wicked image of Mo parting for him every time they find themselves in this situation, with each goodbye. If he had playfully withheld any of those times, would Mo have behaved this ruthlessly? Would he have been forceful? What would he do. What would he have He Tian do.

He Tian isn't breathing. No. Not quite true. Air fights its way into him, but it's Mo who fills the expanse of his chest, the weight of him so heavy it won't let anything occupy his place. Like this, his body is useless, unused, and the knowledge is intolerable liquid fire coursing through him.

[...]

[doujinshiyaoi]

19days ❤️画一张全员Q人新图～ | ❤️Draw a new Q-style illustration of everyone~

(official art - old xian)

[asfodelle]

I studied Chinese for three years in high school and my teacher was the nicest person. She was from Tianjin and also an evangelical Christian who was considering converting to Catholicism because she didn’t like how much French protestants love to dunk on the cult of saints. When we went on a school trip to China with her, she made sure to bring us to mass on Sunday (which was the third and last time I attended mass) (the other two times being my own baptism when I was 6 months old and my cousin’s communion)

[asfodelle]

"It’s sizzling hot today, and it will be at least until the end of the week. 

To make their meal more bearable, the restaurant owner decides to pull the canopy over the patio. Guan Shan gets up from his plastic stool before he is asked to give a hand to the small old man. Once it’s done, he sits down at the table and his dad, sitting across from him, thanks them for the extra shade. 

“Always helpful having a tall guy around,” dad says.

The old man smiles back at him in agreement and heads inside.

“I’m not that tall,” Guan Shan retorts, digging back into his food. A bit taller than average, maybe, but he’s seen worse. Senior citizens just like him, for some reason. It’s a thing. There’s always some little grandma asking him to pick stuff from the high shelves for her when he goes grocery shopping. He used to think having that many visible tattoos would scare most people away. Little grandmas don’t give a fuck."

Chapter 12 of Little Bit of Lead is here :)))

[asfodelle]

New chapter before the end of the week

[maomaozaii]

28th april 2026

“Street interview.”

[rainy19days]

He Tian to Guan Shan last chapter: Surprise me

Next chapter: The surprise is Jian Yi inviting himself over to dinner like the ultimate cockblock he is

[emocheremuha]

[beneathitall-thesame]

must be the place

wordcount: 4.8k

rating: T

He Tian blinks and shifts his weight. His knees are drawn in, careful not to sprawl and take up more of the space Guan Shan needs. He, of course, doesn’t ask for this; he’s already too preoccupied as it is to even throw a glare in He Tian’s direction.

It feels strange, being here again.

Only half an hour ago, when they’d gone through the narrow, badly lit alley and Guan Shan had paused at the door with his keys caught briefly between his fingers, He Tian had felt as though he’d been dragged and dropped into a frame of a sequence filmed long ago—only the narrative had been perversely inverted, and the very scenes that would have lent it coherence simply absent.

Guan Shan lived here without him. This is a fact He Tian still struggles to wrap his head around.

I did say I had a couple of ficlets I wanted to release in to the wild. This is a pretty self-indulgent fic about celebrating New Year's, but if it sounds up your alley, you can check it out here :D

[saltsoaaa]

[asfodelle]

Don’t mind me I’m catching up on the last two months