May I request a humble cowboy Abolish please? I'd like more art of that demolitionist on the internet
oops..... MAY have uh. been a little bit late with this one but! finally got around to it. this is very much just a doodle though i did admittedly get distracted with the colours
I'll be completely honest, I have only seen Owen's episodes for Cowboys SMP because i don't have the willpower to watch streamed SMPS so i referenced the design portrait pretty much exactly
hes such a little GUYYY augh i wish i had the ability to watch more Cowboys.... its so good.....
"Are you aware that you've somehow managed to acquire a growth?" Changsu asked. His tone was so arch that it was load-bearing.
"I have no idea what you mean," Lin Chen replied. Behind him, and clutching at his robes with sticky palms, the growth giggled.
Changsu raised a brow.
"A'Yan," Lin Chen said. "What I say about giggling?"
"Gege said that A'Yan should only do it when no one could see me," little Zhen Yan replied. He poked his head out from behind Lin Chen's robes and then quickly retreated as soon as Changsu looked at him.
In his defence, he was only five and Changsu had been known to make grown Sect Leaders weep. Zhen Yan was certainly doing better than the majority of them.
"Now that we've established that your Lin Chen-gege is a liar," Changsu said, "Please do enlighten me on who trusted you with a child?"
"You don't think I can look after a small being?" Lin Chen said. "I've managed with you all these years, haven't I?"
He crouched next to Zhen Yan and lifted him into his arms, brandishing him at Changsu threateningly. Zhen Yan obligingly beamed, waving his sticky little fist - complete with child-sized fan.
"His parents asked me to look after him, and I'm determined to stuff him full of sugar before giving him back," Lin Chen said. "His mother has access to some rare tomes that father wants to borrow- Changsu, are you laughing at me?"
"Oh, don't mind me," Changsu said. His shoulders were shaking.
Lin Chen gave a dramatic hmph. To his delight, Zhen Yan copied him. "Do you see that, A'Yan?" he said. "This is the most annoying man in the jianghu - whatever you do, do not emulate him when you grown up."
This is marquisguyun! I would love some A League of Nobleman, please! 💜
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Mowen wakes to a cool hand on his forehead and the smell of something delicious.
"He's awake!" a voice calls out. Mowen frowns; is that Chen Chou?
He opens his eyes. It's harder than it should be.
"What happened?" he manages to croak out between sips offered water from Chen Chou.
"Wang-daren!" Zhang Ping rushes into the room. His hair is tied messily behind his head, his sleeves are fastened behind him, and his eyes are wild.
He's also holding what smells like the food of the gods. Mowen makes an involuntary sound of want.
"Wang-daren, you were kidnapped," Zhang Ping said. "You've been missing for two days..."
Mowen blinks. He feels sluggish and slow and stupid. He has no memory of being kidnapped, but he trusts Zhang Ping.
"How?"
Chen Chou immediately launches into an elaborate (and slightly confusing) recitation of what, exactly, had happened, how they had discovered him missing, and the way that he, Peizhi, and Zhang Ping had tirelessly searched for him.
Mowen only takes half of it, distracted as he is by the pounding of his head (apparently he was knocked unconscious at some point?) and the gentle warmth of Zhang Ping's hands as he helps him sip at the congee.
"I'm glad you solved the case," Mowen says once there's an appropriate pause.
For some reason, Zhang Ping scowls at him.
"Next time don't get kidnapped," he says.
What?
"I agree," comes another voice from behind. Mowen twists, (wincing at the pain even this simple movement) and sees Peizhi. He also looks exhausted, dressed in rumbled clothes, and with dark bags under his eyes.
"Peizhi," Mowen says stupidly, some part of him relaxing at the sight of his friend. He hadn't realised it until this moment, but a not insignificant part of him had been braced for... for what? Bad news? The knowledge that Peizhi had been in danger?
"I'm glad that you're well," Mowen says.
He is treated to even more scowls.
"Zhang Ping, keep feeding him," Peizhi says, moving to stand before the bed and sparing Mowen from having to contort himself awkwardly to keep him within view. "Of course I'm well," Peizhi continues, his voice flat. "I'm not the one who decided to negotiate with terrorists."
Mowen laughs. "I don't exactly remember doing so, but I will try not to in the future," he says. The memories are starting to trickle back now, bringing with them a myriad of small pains. "It's not been a pleasant experience. Now that I know how it feels, I'll be quicker to save you the next time some criminal takes you hostage. But Peizhi..." he looks around. "Zhang Ping. Chen Chou. I was never worried. I knew that you'd find me."
Write me one of those rare pairs you were talking about
(Or, alternatively, some of your thesis 😜😇)
Writing my thesis? Sounds fake lol.
Rare pairs hmmmm.... :) :)
"What, are you backing out?" Jin Ling says with a sneer. Through ease of long acquaintance, Sizhui has come to learn that it isn't an indication of Jin arrogance so much as the resting expression for any resident of Jinlin Tower.
"Backing out? Are you doubting my word as a member of the Lan Sect?" Jingyi puffs up at the perceived slight to his honour but does not move.
"No," Jin Ling says. "But I am calling you a coward."
"Jin Ling," Sizhui says, stepping between them. "That's unkind. Apologise to Jingyi please. And Jingyi; please don't feel you have to uphold your bargain with Jin Ling. You were very drunk after all-"
"Who's breaking their word! Not me!" Jingyi says. Resolved, he squares his shoulders and starts marching down to the gates of the Yao Sect.
"Remember!" Jin Ling hollers after him; "At least three compliments and a shichen of flirting!"
ooh, let’s see if I did this right — either The Blood of Youth or Nirvana in Fire
Hello! Thank you for voting <3 Ok, let's do some Blood of Youth!
(some spoilers for the end of blood of youth under the cut)
"All of your martial foundation?" Lei Wujie asks. "You don't even have a little left?"
He is promptly attacked on all side.
"Ow, ow, stop!" he protests. "Why are you hitting me? I'm just asking a question!"
"I thought you'd got more tactful in the time you spent in Tianqi," Xiao Se says. "But you haven't changed a bit."
"It's fine," Tang Lian says. "Stop hitting him; it's better to get it all out the way now, in any case."
Sikong Qianluo hisses, "This is only because Da-Shixiong asked me to!" with one last punch before leaving Lei Wujie alone (and mostly unbruised).
"I was recovering for a long time after Shifu rescued me," Tang Lian says. "They didn't know if I would recover; the fact that I'm alive is already a miracle. If my martial foundation is the price to pay... then I am happy to pay it. I would sacrifice far more to have seen you all once again."
"Da-shixiong, you were that injured?" Sikong Qianluo's voice is small. She leans over the table and - shoving Lei Wujie out the way - his Tang Lian, burying her head under his chin as though she was once more a young child of ten, seeking comfort from her older brother.
Instinctively, Tang Lian's hand comes up to stroke her hair.
"I've only been able to move from my bed this past month," he says. "I had to relearn how to walk."
"Then perhaps it isn't that you've lost your martial foundation, so much as haven't regained it yet," Ye Ruoyi says. "Da-Shixiong," she continues, her gaze steady, "you've been training since you were a young child - with your martial ability, I'm sure that your injuries have healed quickly and well. It's been almost a year since you were injured, but as you said you were near death. It will take time to reawaken your muscles, to teach them how to fight once again."
"Ruoyi is right," Xiao Se says. "Even if you have lost it, who says it can't be rebuilt? You're in good company, Da-shixiong; between myself and Ruoyi you have two experts on rebuilding one's skills. And luckily for you, I have just finished my business elsewhere."
"I can help you fight!" Lei Wujie says, eyes gleaming.
"No, I will!" Sikong Qianluo says. "You'll be too rough-"
"Too rough? Who was the one chasing Xiao Se around Xue Yue City!"
Tang Lian doesn't know whether to laugh or cry as he watches the pair of them descend into bickering.
"Don't worry," Xiao Se says. "We won't let either of them beat you up; we have to protect our Da-shixiong's face, after all."
"You might be disappointed," Tang Lian says.
Xiao Se shrugs. "So what? If it's truly hopeless, then I'll teach you how to cook and you can stay at my Snowfall Villa. Or you can help teach the juniors at Xue Yue City. In the worst case scenario, we wait ten years and search for Immortal Mo Yi; he owes you a favour and he was able to help Ruoyi."
"Whatever happens," Ruoyi says, taking his hand, "We aren't going to let you do it alone."
Once again I am at the polls haha. Getting in early with the bribery this time, the vote closes in 8 hours and 20 minutes! Please vote Wangxian, this is looking like another very close race!
Once again, I'm happy to write a short scene for anyone who votes, just send me an ask with proof and a fandom. I'll write for anything I've written for before, full list here
WE'RE CURRENTLY WINNING! I voted before the incentive came out but if you're feeling mdzs inspired! :D
"Sect Leader Lan."
Qingheng-jun turned.
"Sect Leader Wen," he said mildly. "How unusual it is to see you here. In my private chambers."
Wen Ruohan stepped forward. He was wearing what had once been robes of resplendent red and white silk, their hems embroidered with delicate clouds.
Now they were ripped and dirty, covered in blood.
"How else was I to find the esteemed Qingheng-jun?" Wen Ruohan said. Though his tone was light, Qingheng-jun could feel his power like a gathering storm, like the moment before the precipice, like the silence after the deafening thunder.
Qingheng-jun met his eyes head on.
"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked. "As far as I'm aware, the festivities are over."
Power burst from Wen Ruohan, sending the tatters of his robes fluttering. It slammed into Qingheng-jin, throwing him against the wall.
There was an ominous crack.
Qingheng-jun didn't care, merely looked up and smiled.
They both knew who had the power here.
"Do be careful, Sect Leader Wen," Qingheng-jun said, blood running from his mouth. "After all, if you kill me, how do you plan on finding Qiren?"
Sorry for the cliffhanger!
I hope you enjoyed it! Vote Enjolras/Grantaire! there are 15 minutes left!
too lazy to take a screenshot but I voted E/R for you :) good luck
Thank you! I appreciate it muchly. You didn't ask for a fandom, but I'm fairly certain we're NiF mutuals, SO!
"What do you mean he's raised the price of oranges?" Mei Changsu demanded. His gaze was involuntarily drawn to the corner of the room where the fruit bowl was located...
The fruit bowl with its single, solitary, orange.
"You heard what I said," Lin Chen replied. "You know what he's doing as well as I. You also know what you have to do to fix it."
"I refuse to be extorted-"
"Successfully extorted."
"Extorted by Mu Qing of all people."
"Ah, it's always the way," Lin Chen said philosophically, fanning himself lazily. He did not, Mei Changsu noted sourly, seem to appreciate the urgency of their task. Perhaps it was because they were at the Jiangzuo Alliance Headquarters in Langzhou and not at Langya Hall. It wasn't his house that Fei Liu was going to run riot through.
"Look," Lin Chen said, sitting up. "Is it really such a hard ask? You know you want to return to your princess, I want you to return to your princess - there's only so much moping that I can put up with after all - and Mu Qing certainly wants you to return to his sister. It's win-win."
Mei Changsu ground his teeth together. "The... Nihuang deserves better-"
"She doesn't want better, she wants you. She has terrible taste, mind, but there's nothing to be done about it. Now, unless you want to see what a Fei Liu in withdrawal looks like, I suggest that you hurry up and agree to her brother's terms."
