#binggehua

[lightprkdraws]

I just think a godly halo around SQH's head would be neat. Also, LBG with fangs :3

[windcloudii]

Okay, so here I have Possessed Luo Binghe's Bodypillow AU. It is also connected to this post: 

Modern Cumplane × Bingge. (Bingge/Yuan/Qinghua basically) Part 1

Modern Cumplane has established a relationship and lives together peacefully until Shen Yuan gets Luo Binghe's body pillow.

Airplane: Bro, I think this pillow is possessed. All these weird dreams started from that point on.

Yuan: I don't think it's Binghe. You just watched too many horror movies.

Bingge: It's true, A-Yuan. I have nothing to do with this~ Leave me in your bed.

Airplane: You were so deep in the closet and look where you ended up, in my bed. You really think a closet is gonna help?

More under cut>

Everything is fine at first, but now and then, Airplane notices a hard stare from the pillow. + he starts to sleep even worse than he was when writing PIDW. He gets both horny and horror dreams, Shen Yuan, too, but he refuses to elaborate. Stares and intense atmosphere get especially strong when they make out. 

Airplane deduces that the Pillow is probably possessed by some horny spirit as karmic punishment for writing PIDW and has no idea that it's actually Bingge, who, on the search for kind Shizun, came across this world. Sadly, he is low on energy and can't get into this world in his own body yet, but he can peek out of his body pillow. Firstly, he wants to leave immediately until he notices a room full of items of him ??? The room looks unfamiliar, completely strange and bizarre, and yet full of totems (statues?) Of him. Is it a shrine? No, he also sees a bed, so probably not. 

Intrigued, Bingge stays and follows the life of a pair. Both of them remind him of someone, but he still can't pinpoint where he has seen them, so he continues his stal-  research. He can leave the pillow back and forth. Day by day, he gains more power and can influence the world, so of course, he messes with them a little (not) bit. They know him so well (he needs to find out how they knew even private information), so they probably won't mind, right? They can't expect him to just sit and watch.

Shang Qinghua tries to convince Shen Yuan to get rid of it. But man chooses denial and repression. Classic Cucumber. Airplane tries to exorcise him with different ways from different religions, but nothing seems to work. 

Airplane: I'm going crazy, but... *looks at the pillow* I came to negotiate; no exorcism works against you, so I have no idea what to do except make a deal. You're not planning to get rid of me, and I'm not planning it either. And I will not tearfully beg Cucumber to get rid of you. 

Bingge: *talks for the first time* Now you come to me, but you don't ask with respect.

Airplane: *high-pitched scream*

[love4bingge]

hear me out real quick, og!sqh and bingge? Shang qinghua has a traitors nose and can sniff out power a mile away. If he clings to the future Junshang, he won’t need to fear what Mobei does to him once his betrayal is revealed! And Luo Bingge admires his tenacity to live-it reminds him of his younger self a bit. He’s so powerful he has nothing to fear from Shang Qinghua’s betrayal, so he sees him as totally harmless, and an irreplaceable tool for getting the northern demons under his control. If he ever finds out Mobei loves qinghua? Oh it’s so over, he can have that man on a tight leash from just the idea of being allowed in the cuck chair. He may have endless wives, but what he needs at his side is someone as cunning and tricky as he himself is, someone who he knows will will be forever magnetized to his power. Shang Qinghua is truly empress material for bingge <3

[shangqinghuasbiggestfan]

Svsss ship names because I’m bored!

(I’m really tired, so I probably didn’t try on these)

Luo bingmei x shang Qinghua = demonic plane (ig!? I didn’t really try tbh)

Luo bingge x shang Qinghua = demon secretary.

Mu qingfang x shang Qinghua = pain and suffering™

Tlj x Shang Qinghua = playplane

Zhuzhi lang x shang Qinghua = snakeplane

They’re all shang Qinghua because he’s the only person I like talking about. And will ever talk about. The river flows one way because It was created to do so. I only talk about Shang qinghua because that is what I was created to do.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

[berineri]

binggehua!! 😩😩 i am deprived, must make more when im free!! 🥹🥹

i love drawing binghe actually. 🥹🥹

[0vergrownruins]

unhinged binggehua posting because I can’t be stopped

CW for kidnapping and general bingge behavior 

Bingge, who has wrenched gods from the heavens and made use of countless divine treasures, ripping through the folds of time-space with xin mo to find and crush the orchestrator of his misery. He does not think it will be hard. He expects his creator to be an old creature, immortal and mighty as time itself; perhaps they will be calm and speak of fate, as though bingge’s suffering was naught but an ant struggling in the dirt to them; perhaps they will be cruel, having taken true delight in making his life agonizing.

But in a dingy apartment, small and cramped and stained with water leaks, he finds sqh working. The night is late and the only thing that lights up sqh’s face is the glow of his laptop. It’s almost divine. But bingge catches a glimpse of sqh’s face, and see’s him - so young, and yet impossibly weary and aged by the dark circles under his eyes and the weary blankness of his expression. This is no lofty god, conducting fates from upon a cloud. This is a creature who needs to eat and sleep as bingge once did.

Sqh turns when bingge steps on a crooked floorboard wrong, making it squeak. There is a bare fraction of a second where sqh looks upon bingge, and his eyes widen with emotion- recognition, panic, awe, fear. In that moment, bingge leaps forward, and knocks sqh clean out before a scream can even begin to form in his throat.

For a moment, bingge holds sqh. His creator, his god. Sqh is a faint weight in his arms, made haggard and pale by years of being shut away. But his face is softer in sleep, younger. Bingge enters his mind through his dreams.

He learns all there is to know of ‘Shang Qinghua’. There is no great tragedy to his life; he is no wayward orphan, or abused stepchild, or prince fallen from grace, or any other physically beaten and bereaved creature. But abandonment still lingers around him, the hurt of rejection buried deep. He is as resigned to his life of unpleasant work for survival as bingge is to his shallow existence and hollowed heart. Where bingge clings ever tighter to any love he can unearth, sqh shies from it, afraid to gain something for fear of the slight chance of losing it again. Here, in sqh, bingge finds the root of himself. He finds that which birthed him - that which held him close and nursed him, and released him onto the world as both a survival tactic and a buried cry for help.

Here is his creator, his god. His.

Perhaps it is not love bingge feels, not in the way he sees married couples love one another (not like his own marriages, no - he has long since learned that his marriages, even to the women he genuinely cares for, are not born of a true love). But it is a bone-deep feeling of belonging, the sense that a mechanism has clicked into place and is running properly for the first time. Here is the connection he has so craved; an utterly undeniable binding of red thread, a bond that cannot be broken by things like distance or emotion. Sqh is his, inasmuch as he is sqh’s. Creator and creation, god and vessel, mother and child.

Bingge’s suffering was molded by sqh’s hand, yes. But it was not without purpose, no - it is bingge’s suffering that has been given the dual purpose of keeping food in sqh’s mouth and kept him from going mad with lack of catharsis. Bingge has always, always been able to suffer any hurt if it would aid someone, and so he cannot help the thrill that he feels to know that his agony had meaning. It is a flaw he shares with his creator; for why else would sqh change the story of his heart to suit the whims of faceless people, to cater to their desires? Bingge feels every ounce of resentment flood away.

Bingge cradles sqh’s body on the apartment floor. The light of the laptop continues to pool over them, washing out the color in sqh’s skin, making him look as delicate as porcelain. Bingge wonders what color he is under the light of the warm sun. He gently tugs sqh’s hair free of it’s tangled hair tie, loosening the unwashed strands. The room smells of sweat, and salty noodles. Sqh’s strange clothes fit him ill, bulky and oversized, as though he was trying to trick himself into believing there was someone nearby.

He is small and dirty and weak, but bingge finds this irrelevant, if not comforting. Here is one who would not scorn his child self, grubby-handed and shoeless and starving. What is a physical state, in the end, when it can be changed so easily? Bingge will wash him and drape him in fine clothes, and feed him by hand until he is radiant, and then people will look upon sqh and see what he is - bingge’s.

(He knows, from looking, that mbj is sqh’s most beloved creation. His favorite. A toy made just for himself, carefully hidden from the greedy gazes of his readers. Bingge does not mind - for he is the first, and he will not be jealous of the little pet sqh made for himself. Perhaps mbj would be better suited to a bed than the battlefield anyway, he muses.)

Without another look or another thought, bingge rends the world with his sword again and steps through the hole, god cradled in his arms

[shararan]

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Translation of my originally swedish fic into english. Do check tags and rating before proceeding.

[lightprkdraws]

stupid binggehua comic + random sqh doodle :]