I posted 9,300 times in 2022
449 posts created (5%)
8,851 posts reblogged (95%)
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I tagged 7,912 of my posts in 2022
Only 15% of my posts had no tags
#queue - 5,194 posts
#aesth - 672 posts
#anon - 225 posts
#good words - 155 posts
#murderbot - 131 posts
#asks - 118 posts
#cats - 90 posts
#omg - 85 posts
#hualian - 85 posts
#cinematic treasure - 77 posts
Longest Tag: 133 characters
#she literally went 'what else did priest write?' '天涯客 七爺 鎮魂' 'oh no you've read those i haven't' 'i know i'm answering your question'
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
For fuck’s sake the detail of MR knowing exactly what size of food fits in CWN’s mouth made me so unbearably horny the first time and now the second time. Jesus shit.
54 notes - Posted March 3, 2022
#4
LQG finds deaged!SJ, misunderstanding ensues
word count: 3.8k CW: references to CSA
When Shen Jiu woke up in that strange rich man’s room, his first instinct was to panic because he had no idea how he got there. Of course, panic being a useless state of affairs, Shen Jiu quickly quashed that instinct. His second instinct—to assess the situation and see how utterly fucked he was, and then maybe to squirrel away some of the very pretty, very expensive jade pendants and hairpins if conditions allowed—struck him as more reasonable, so he went with that instead.
He slipped out of bed, leaving behind a nest of fabric that he was actually reluctant to stop touching. Whatever the sheets were made of, they felt heavenly against his skin. Oh hang on, not just the sheets. There were a set of robes there too, sized for a grown man with its inner lining turned up, as if it had been wrapped around Shen Jiu—
…Right, so Shen Jiu had woken up naked in a strange bed wearing only a rich man’s robes. This was looking more and more like the aftermath of one of Qiu Jianluo’s sick games. Maybe Shen Jiu had been fed something. That may explain the memory loss.
Molars painfully grinding against each other, Shen Jiu gave the backs of his hands a few sharp slaps. Stop shaking, stop panicking. Just stop being useless and figure this out.
There were all sorts of expensive things in this room. Very expensive things. If Qiu Jianluo had given Shen Jiu anything it was the ability to discern high-cost items from low, all because Young Master Qiu loved to flaunt every agarwood trinket chest and mutton fat jade bracelet that he got gifted. See this? he would say. This is what it means to be successful. This is why I’m Young Master, and you are…?
A servant.
A bitch! Hahahaha…
A bitch. Alright, fuck that, Shen Jiu was no one’s bitch. Qiu Jianluo should have never let Shen Jiu out of his sight because now Shen Jiu had an opportunity, didn’t he? This was definitely not a room in the Qiu Estate, so if Qiu Jianluo had so carelessly rented Shen Jiu out to a man who would leave Shen Jiu alone in the morning amidst all these goods just waiting to be pawned, then Shen Jiu was damn well going to take advantage of it.
Unfortunately, he only got as far as a handful of calligraphy brushes and pendants before there came a brusque knocking at the door. Shen Jiu startled so bad that he bumped into a table and knocked a hairpin to the floor, paling when he heard something crack.
“Shen Qingqiu, get out of there at once!”
A man, but not the owner of the room by the sound of it. Shen Qingqiu? Shen Jiu had never heard of him, but he could easily imagine Qiu Jianluo saying something about serendipity to another man with the Qiu character in his name. And maybe the shared surname was what prompted Qiu Jianluo loaning Shen Jiu out.
Regardless, Shen Jiu now had a problem. The man at the door—was he friend or foe? He certainly didn’t sound fond of Shen Qingqiu, but lots of “friends” spoke like that to each other. Quickly stashing his handful of pilfered goods behind the changing screen, Shen Jiu opted to run back to the bed and fold up the robes and bedsheets. The man was raring to slam down the door, judging by the force of his knocks, and this way, he wouldn’t catch Shen Jiu doing anything wrong.
Sure enough, the door burst open moments later. Shen Jiu made a point of jumping (though he did not have to fake it) before bowing his head and dropping to his knees.
The man stopped three stomps in.
“Who are you?”
He sounded bewildered, not disgruntled or disgusted. That probably meant he didn’t know about this Shen Qingqiu’s apparent propensity for taking young boys into his bed, or at least hadn’t put the pieces together yet. That wasn’t a bad sign.
“This servant,” Shen Jiu spoke politely with just a hint of a tremor, “is just tidying up Master Shen’s room.”
“Get up.” Shen Jiu started to, not getting very far before the man demanded, “put some robes on.”
Fantastic. Not a pervert. It felt more and more like whatever Qiu Jianluo and this Shen Qingqiu had done with Shen Jiu, this third man had no part nor interest in, which made Shen Jiu inclined to take shelter with him. Just in case though, Shen Jiu wouldn’t throw Shen Qingqiu to the wolves just yet.
“Master Shen must have sent this servant’s robes out to wash.” The words were carefully chosen to hint at the filthy truth—why would a rich man send a servant boy’s robes out to wash and leave him naked in the bedchambers?
“What?”
Shen Jiu still hadn’t lifted his head high enough to see the man’s face, but from the bits that he could see, the man was also richly dressed, with hardy boots and flowing white robes. Confidence oozed from the man’s stance as well, feet planted and arms crossed. Shen Jiu would bet his life deed that this man could not only take Qiu Jianluo in a fight, but also punt Qiu Jianluo around the arena like a rag doll.
“Where are the disciple robes kept here?”
Disciple robes? Shen Jiu swallowed.
“This servant doesn’t know.”
The man clicked his tongue, and the moment his annoyance became visible in his stance, Shen Jiu braced himself for a kick. But it never came. Instead, the man wheeled around and stomped back out of the room, leaving the door swinging open in his wake.
With his heart in his throat, Shen Jiu snuck a quick look, and saw a rolling hill and a sea of bamboos outside.
Where the hell was this? Was this…was this really some rich man’s estate in the city? The man had said disciple robes. Was this a training establishment of some sort?
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92 notes - Posted April 9, 2022
#3
...inverse Mulan AU where SY transmigrates into the body of the take-no-shit military commander, tasked with whipping his ragtag crew of conscripts into shape for the big war. One conscript, LBH, is ridiculously beautiful and bright and totally the morality pet, and genre-savvy SY goes “ahah, that right there is a filial daughter disguised as a man to go to war.” A series of misunderstandings occur (e.g. LBH getting soaked and clutching at his jade pendant bc the worn string broke off and SY thinks she’s trying to keep her robes together, LBH knowing how to wash and mend clothes and other domestic tasks bc he’s a good child to a washerwoman but SY goes “ahah! wants to be a wife!”) that cement SY’s belief and what I’m saying is, SY happily falls in love with LBH, satisfied in knowing LBH will have a big gender reveal someday and he’s not gay, thank you very much. And he’s also not homophobic! Before LBH is revealed to be a woman, SY will happily fight for mlm rights! As an ally! He’ll let everyone know he absolutely dotes on and treasures his little Bingmei because homophobia is just soooo last year and LBH is a woman anyways and the gender reveal will happen any day now.
....any day now.
105 notes - Posted May 4, 2022
#2
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150 notes - Posted September 12, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
ficbinding: Chinese stitched binding
BINDING COMPLETED! of my own fic 翻雲覆日回天明 / Best Of. I chose this binding method because 1) Chinese, 2) easy, and 3) cheap. You know how much this fucker costs??
Text block (A4, 17 sheets of Nice™ paper): 105 NTD
Cover papers (2 sheets): 20 NTD
Embroidery floss: 25 NTD
Awl: 45 NTD
Glue: 35 NTD
Total: 230 NTD, which is not even 8 US dollars. I mean alright, there were other miscellaneous items needed like a ruler, a needle, a slab of wood for puncturing, and something to hit the awl with, but for the slab of wood I just used an old Daiso wood trivet and for the “mallet” I grabbed a rock and wrapped it in old underwear. There is the optional step of cutting the edges of the book, which I did here, that adds additional cutting pad & xacto knife costs. Also material costs are very low in Taiwan lol. BUT STILL.
Anyways progress pics & things I would do better under the cut:
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171 notes - Posted May 26, 2022
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