#moshangweek25

[oakskull]

I am so so busy so this is all we get today. If i have time ill premake some stuff later. Happy Moshang week

Day 1 : Exile

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[cloveerat]

Moshang Week Day 2: touch

The small, warm moments before a kiss.

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idk why i chose such weird lighting for this but uhhhhhhhh yea :D. im crazy busy but i felt like i had to do at least one quick illustration for moshang week lol.

[daisygirl957]

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF MOSHANG WEEK!!

Day 1: Exile

Shang Qinghua may not know when or where he will be found out for colluding with demons, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be prepared! Lucky for him he has Mobei-Jun to save him from that headache of a confrontation when the time comes.

Mobei-Jun would be so happy to take Shang Qinghua away, like he’s been waiting years for this to finally happen.

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[moshangevents]

Moshang Week 2025 IS HERE🌱

Gather around, everyone! Moshang Week is happening September 22nd – 26th this year! 🎉 Each day has a theme, plant, and some basic prompts to get you started. Pick and choose what inspires you most for that particular day! All types of fan works are welcome (art, fic, edits, crafts, etc.) Posted works can be complete or in progress. You have a finished art piece to share? Great! You only have one chapter of a fic finished? Great!

Make sure to tag your social media posts with #MoshangWeek25 or @ the Moshang Events account, so we can find and share your work on Tumblr, Bluesky, and Twitter. We will still share/reblog things that are posted after the week officially ends too.

We hope you can join us! If you have any questions, please ask in the ⁠inquiry-box in our official discord.

Monday September 22 (Purge) Schisandra chinensis (magnolia berry) 🍒

Detoxify Exile Empty

Tuesday September 23 (Aphrodisiac) Fallopia multiflora (tuber fleeceflower)🌿

Touch Shiver Bend to your will

Wednesday September 24 (Lethal) Aconitum carmichaelii (wolfsbane) 🐺

An ending Finality Starting over

Thursday September 25 (Carnivorous) Drosera spatulata (sundew) 🌵

Teeth Consume Trapped

Friday September 26 (Free Day!) 🌺 Do whatever your heart desires!

[wetwritingferret]

Little Moshang smooch sketch :)

[denebolablack]

So I decided to write some prompts of the Moshang week, though I don't know if I'll do all the days. Anyways, this Hamhua fic idea takes place on the context pinned on my page, so remember to take a look ;)!

Hamhua's fic idea n°6: Moshang edition

Moshang Week 2025, Monday, September 22 (Purge)

Day one: Empty

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Mobei-Jun is a king. He always knew he'll be a king, or he would die trying. That wasn't necessary, as he had a perfect kingmaker to get him to his rightful throne, and now he's a king.

A bored king.

A bored king with an empty palace.

Well, it is not really empty, of course: servants, furniture, guards, treasures, luxuries, insignificant things for a king like him, occupy his palace, filling every empty corner with their small and unworthy existence.

But Shang.Qing.hua is not here. The only worthy presence, the reason for his position as king, his kingmaker, his servant, his counselor, HIS QUEEN (well, he's still working on that), is not here. No. He's on that peak of his, on that stupid Sect that doesn't value him the way he does, overworking himself for fools that don't even dress him the way he deserves (Qinghua's refusal to use fancy clothes while he's in the Sect is irrelevant; they should persist, show him they care, spoil him and then show him off to the world), instead of being here, by his side, filling the emptiness of this boring palace with his presence, the only presence that makes him, the king, look unworthy in comparison.

That won't do.

If his Qinghua doesn't come to this king, then this king will go to his Qinghua.

Right. Now.

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—My king! —The An Ding Lord jumps off his seat and tries to run towards the demon, being stopped by the hand of a very tense Shen Qingqiu grabbing his arm.—Shen-shixiong!

—What... —Shen Jiu's stern voice flies through the room, like a dagger aimed at someone's throat. Specifically, certain demon king's throat— is the meaning of this invasion.

Mobei-Jun scans the room, noticing the tension and the number of people reunited, and realizes he just interrupted a Sect meeting. Perfect, then.

—Shang Qinghua must come with his king. —He stays on his place, knowing when and where he can get away with making sudden movements, and aware that this exact moment is not one of those times.

—Is that so? —The Qing Jing Lord pulls his logistics shidi back to his sit— And why, exactly, did his majesty think that Shang-shidi would go right away?

The demon king ignores the sharp tone laced on the cultivator's question and simply says:

—This king needs his servant.—

—I'm certain that his majesty must have more than one of those —Qi Qingqi joins the conversation, deciding to annoy this arrogant demon as much as she can.

—This king... —Mobei continues, the room's temperature slowly going down— also needs the assistance of his trusted counselor.

—Surely the Mobei Clan counts with lots of wise counselors and advisors. —Shen Jiu retorts, the laziness on his voice doing very little to hide the sharp edges of his answer.

—This king needs the presence of his right hand for important matters. —The demon's expression remains unreadable, but a little tic on his eye is enough for Shang Qinghua to start trying to get away of his Shixiong's grip.

—Surely the left one functions just as right. —The strategist doesn't give in.

—This kings demands his queen to return to his palace. —He finally blurts out. His tone keeps the same tune, but the silence that follows is definitely loud.

—Your... what? —Shen Qingqiu's head turns around so fast that Shang Qinghua could swear he would've done a perfect job acting in The Exorcist.— Explain. Now.

—I... I didn't... —The An Ding Lord doesn't know what to say. He IS NOT a queen, but he can't let his king look like a liar.

With everyone attention focused on his human, Mobei takes advantage of their distraction and runs towards Shang Qinghua. He swiftly opens a portal behind the cultivator, walks through it with him, and closes it before his martial siblings can have a chance to stop them.

He won.

His Qinghua is finally back home.

The palace is no longer empty. It is no longer missing its queen.

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Not gonna lie, I could turn this into a one-shot or two-shot if university doesn't suck my soul this week. We'll see.

Also, I love writing from MBJ point of view because I'm absolutely sure he always thinks a lot more of what he says, especially when his Qinghua is around, and even more when he isn't.

Anyway, I hope you liked it, and feel free to use this idea on your own fics or any form of art! I'd love to see it!

[art-of-an-unhinged-lunatic]

Low quality doodles for Tuesday Moshang week

Sorry for the low quality

[airplanecomingintoport]

Moshang Week Day 5: Something Sweet During the Pain

[Masterpost]

[AO3 Link]

This is being posted as Day 5 of Moshang week, an event ran by @moshangevents!

Summary: Shang Qinghua wakes up with a migraine and Mobei Jun urges his human to rest.

Warnings: Pain, insecurity about relationships/low self-worth. But generally fluffy

[Full-fic under cut!]

Shang Qinghua woke up with the enthusiasm of a sick toddler with a pounding headache. The sun brightly gleamed through their paneled window- a sight far too bright for how groggy he was. The man clutched his husband and buried his head deep into the cold chest that welcomed him so easily. The loud agony in his head dimmed, especially with how an icy hand slowly cradled the back of his head.

Qinghua melted with an exhale. After a few moments, he managed to make a slightly pained sound of acknowledgement; truly a hum to encapsulate "good morning", "fuck I'm dying", and "heyyyy sexy, you come around here often?"

Luckily, Mobei Jun was receptive to the quiet communication. He pressed a kiss to the top of the human's head- though he was careful to not jostle the man much in the process. "Is my Qinghua alright?" he whispered.

A slight whine came out of the advisor, but he couldn't summon a good enough lie, "Yeah. I will be."

Mobei Jun was… kind. Scary- but kind. Sometimes scarily kind?

Qinghua was a wild, feral animal with how he stressed over the littlest of things, and their relationship was fine china he was terrified to fracture. But time and time again, Mobei Jun showed that the two weren't fragile, and Qinghua didn't know how to process the idea that he was handed so much intimacy and care with the expectation that they wouldn't fall apart the next moment. Every considerate action, every sweet nothing- they were all given as if they were as plentiful as the air, and Qinghua could only breathe it in while he was wonderfully amazed at how he got so far.

And while he was one to get sappy, the pain quickly rose above the many loving ideas he possessed. It felt like his mind was a see-through tank of liquid. The dense ache unwelcomingly flooded his brain and displaced anything valuable, leaving him to drown in dense agony with no drain in sight.

The demon had assisted him with his migraines before. Even if he didn't intuitively know what to do, he was willing to follow any of Qinghua's clumsy instructions to help in the right ways. Even through his current brainfog, a loving, greedy part of him knew he could be cared for if he asked. Hell- Mobei Jun would put the entire day aside if the human truly requested it.

But he couldn't help but imagine he could push it all too far. To be so willing to help must've meant Qinghua was so cruel to steal that loving attention and force it upon himself. He objectively was a nuisance to be complaining and demanding things, and it wasn't like he absolutely needed help to recover (even if it would mean being in pain much, much longer).

Luckily, Mobei Jun interrupted his early morning spiral, "Your king doesn't believe it."

"Well, this one has stuff to do anyway," he mumbled. "I'll manage, my king."

Mobei Jun grunted and held Qinghua closer. Admittedly, the pressure combined with the coldness to make his brain swirl in a wonderfully drunk way. The human dared to live in that bliss for a few moments before he continued, "This servant should start his day." He didn't move at all; he didn't have the mental or physical strength to push his husband away.

And either Shang Qinghua's words were too quiet or Mobei Jun decided to not give them a response, as they stayed there for a while. The pain didn't exactly vanish, but it stayed at a respectable distance while the man laid slack in Mobei Jun's arms. Just as he almost drifted off into sleep once more, he tiredly mentioned, "You're helping."

"Good."

Shang Qinghua struggled with the words, they all jumbled into his head like a partially filled scrabble board. He managed, "Love you a lot. I'm going to tomorrow now."

He barely heard his husband before he actually fell asleep, "This king adores you too. Rest now, Xiao Hua."