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[victoreign]

so when’s xie lian officially joining bai zhan peak

[wontonhakao]

This shidi can’t say no to his shixiong.

[victoreign]

disclaimer thats @ sqq only everyone else gets cheng luan up their ass for touching a hair on lqg’s head 

[victoreign]

bunch of big scawwy pokemon...and lucario. the last pkmn is corviknight....... yes i know it was just revealed today but its so. fitting.

most have bad, short tempers when provoked, but are otherwise very obedient and loyal. they listen to lqg and lmy only, but have leeway with yqy (and sqq, if he gives them treats)

tyranitar is a particularly protective mom and shows affection by nibbling on people she likes (it hurts tho). careful if you get on her good side, careful if you get on her bad side 

lucario’s the chill kid compared to the rest, but he’s always down to fight...he’s the one most often seen outside of his pokeball and walking about w/ lqg. lqg gave this lucario’s egg to yang yixuan, so now he has a hyper little riolu. all 4 of them do the “standing while crossing their arms and frowning” pose, even at the same time, it’s funny 

corviknight is very used to sqq riding on it too by now, but otherwise never lets anyone touch him. very pompous

yes they all train hand-to-hand with lqg come to bai zhan peak every morning for a show

[victoreign]

i think about this a lot but that one part where lqg says he doesn’t believe binghe changed bc people can’t just change that easily, that he doesn’t believe in those kinds of things...........well, i don’t think he really believes that, either. he’s a very stubborn man, but--surprisingly--he’s not very vengeful or the type to hold lifetime grudges. having a bad opinion on someone and keeping it intact for years is very different from actively hating them and going out his way to antagonize him, which he usually doesn’t do (shen jiu not included because, well). 

he’s a simple guy; if you don’t mess with him, he won’t mess with you. that’s why it took him a while, but he accepted “shen qingqiu”’s personality change, going from someone he’d have to guard his back from to someone he’d die for. he’s seen and experienced that type of change firsthand from the person he least expected it from. there’s no way he doesn’t believe it can happen. 

it’ll take even longer, but he would eventually realize that binghe isn’t harmful (to them) anymore. doesn’t mean he’ll start liking him, but it’s not...impossible that they’ll be more than civil to each other one day w/o sqq’s mediation, u know? as yqy said, show lqg an act of kindness and he’ll repay it tenfold, even if he doesn’t necessarily like the person. even someone like binghe isn’t gonna be the exception to this rule.

[victoreign]

im very firm on the belief that lqg did have some kind of soft spot for young binghe........man barely talks to or about someone else but he’s always been very aware of binghe from the start

[victoreign]

' don't worry, liu shishu. i've already gotten rid of that /pest/ for you-- you needn't concern yourself with it any longer. '

            Did he expect a word of thanks? A grateful smile and a cup of his hands, lowering his back into a respectful bow? You’ve done Cang Qiong Mountain Sect a great favour, we are in your debt? 

            Don’t take him for a fool. 

            He remembers a young Luo Binghe, hair clumsily tied up with a broken ribbon, strands of hair curling down his eyes. Still, he never once stopped digging, fingers muddied and clothes ripped open at the knees, and where his hair obscured his face, Liu Qingge had seen the resolve in his gaze. Coming across people like him was rare, an innate talent waiting to be guided into something no one had seen before. Liu Qingge had seen his potential with a look alone, and though he didn’t take him into Bai Zhan Peak, he vowed to keep an eye on him, if only to see the kind of person he’d become with his power. He had been looking forward to it.

            Under Shen Qingqiu’s tutelage–the one with the soft eyes and laughter that felt like peace–, he should have become as honourable as he was outstanding. He shouldn’t have turned his back to their sect, stab his teacher in the back, terrorized the cultivation world with a swing of his demonic sword.

            But he had cared about Shen Qingqiu, that much Liu Qingge was sure of. His crimes, his carefully woven plans – Liu Qingge could understand them, maybe, if they had been done for Shen Qingqiu’s sake. It’s why he wanted to make Luo Binghe pay for all of them himself, to clash swords with him until he submitted to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect’s–his–retribution. He hadn’t wanted anyone else to get to him first until he made him kneel and repent.

            It wasn’t the case with this one. 

            A bloodied blade that reeks of gore and a grin that stretched with gut-wrenching satisfaction, a mockery of concern seeps through teeth ready to devour him whole. Liu Qingge has no other feelings for him than hate, and a sinking sensation of dread that makes the tip of his fingers grow cold. A moment of weakness tugs at him, and for a moment, all he can see is the determined face of a young, earnest boy with endless potential, cheeks browned with dirt from hours of digging. 

             ‘  Beast,  ’   snarled together with a silent where is he, what do you mean,  Liu Qingge’s grip on his sword is the only thing keeping him still.   ‘  What have you done?  ’

[victoreign]

@peerlesscucumbr: fellas u can kiss ur bro if u say no homo right after ... gosh ...

bro......can i..........ca......can i............

[incorrectscumvillainquotes]

Shen Qingqiu: *to everyone* We need to cut down on expenses. What can we live without?

Liu Qingge: Probably Luo Binghe.

[victoreign]

fellas is it gay to match icons with ur shixiong whom u are not-so-secretly in love with but he doesn’t have a clue :pensive:

[victoreign]

If I run and jump and Liu Qingge he will most certainly catch me in his arms

            …He’s not wrong, but what’s left of Liu Qingge’s stubborn pride itches to say no, to turn away and leave Shen Qingqiu to fall — he’s a respected Peak Lord, saving himself from something as mundane as this should be no arduous task, and whatever disgraceful injury he’d get out of it would be well-deserved. Maybe it’ll teach him to stop using Cheng Luan like a personal transport and Liu Qingge as his coachman, ready at his beck and call like he had nothing better to do than to eagerly wait for Shen Qingqiu to call his name.

            —— But he does want to. He wants to catch him, wants to be the person Shen Qingqiu counts on to hold him before he collapses, to be the rooted pillar he can lean on and rest assured won’t let him stumble again. He wants to be Shen Qingqiu’s stalwart to prevent every one of his falls, and be his bolster if he does slip. 

            Liu Qingge clicks his tongue, equal parts irritated and embarrassed at himself, but resigned above all. He opens his arms, ready to catch him. 

[victoreign]

liu shishu, i see ur hurt. here. have my tits. if u dare. :)

            ‘  ...! Shameless!  ’  Liu-shishu is about to give him another stab wound on his chest if he gets any damn closer. 

[victoreign]

i need to write a proper about page with all my liu family headcanons but i like to think he and lmy are young masters from a fairly renown family, which is yet another reason shen jiu and he got along terribly -- lqg was born into power, with prestige and wealth, whereas sj had none of that. lqg and lmy didn’t use any of it to get to the position they’re in now, of course, but to everyone else, they definitely had an advantage 

a big theme in both liu siblings’ characters is justice and duty, it makes sense those are values their family follows through very closely 

[victoreign]

lbh: yqy & lqg: 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

[peerlesscucumbr]

shen qingqiu had fallen asleep on his shoulder, so it's only fair that he'd also let liu qingge fall asleep on his.

Somewhere along the line , Liu Qingge’s silence had moved from concerning to comfortable. So much so , that the silence between them no longer hung in the air , but rather encompassed the two , not unlike a fire’s gentle heat. Shen Qingqiu found he was quite fond of it , especially so when accompanied by tea , and the latest fiction penned by a mysterious author. 

As Liu Qingge’s head comes into contact with his shoulder , he can’t help but to inhale sharply ,  slightly startled , the barest of tensed shoulders before he relaxes instantly. 

I-Isn’t this a little too cute !?

Ah , either way he can’t help but to feel quite touched that Liu Qingge of all people is willing to let down his guard around him. He almost wants to laugh at the tender side of his fellow peak lord , but these days it’s less surprising and more endearing. With a smile to himself , he observes that face smoothed from unconsciousness. That stern look he’s grown used to is gone , and even that scowl he’s learned indicates kindness more times than not , is no where to be found.

Unable to resist he gently runs his hand through those onyx locks , marveling at the texture ; what is your secret Liu-shidi , he snickers before patting the sleeping man’s head . He can neither reach for a blanket , nor his book at this position without waking the other so he stays perfectly still . His mind drifts to texts trapped in the future - past , and the bustle of city - goers , and sky scrapers a high as he can fly now , soaring through the deep blue. Even with the allure of the familiar , he finds he much rather be here , with this paradoxical man , who is blunt , yet hard to read , who chooses him , an outsider really , to take a nap on , on this fine day. He soaks in the atmosphere of his own peak , the still serenity and beauty —

unexpected friendamong the bamboos and treesyou are safe with me

[victoreign]

( falls asleep on his shoulder )

The gentle fall of weight on his shoulder should have alarmed him more than it did; even so, Liu Qingge’s fingers are shocked into stillness, stuttering down the blade of Cheng Luan, polishing rag slipping out of their grasp. It is foreign warmth against the fabric of his clothes, warmth he’s more familiar with feeling when standing by his side rather than pressing into him, and he’s unsure of what to do other than not move. He feels oddly heated, despite the clouds lessening the glare of sunlight. 

There’s a book flipped open and forgotten atop a carefully folded lap, scholarly green robes askew with the fresh winds of Qing Jing Peak. Playful strands of dark hair, too, drape over Liu Qingge’s shoulder, claiming the space Shen Qingqiu’s face doesn’t touch. Their idle conversation had died long ago, hadn’t been needed when they were content enough to simply sit in each other’s company, but though Liu Qingge had noticed the moment his shixiong had stopped the soft sounds of contemplation as he read, he hadn’t imagined it was because he had fallen asleep. On him, no less  —  was it comfortable? Was his shoulder not too hard? For a moment, he thinks about simply pushing him off, but ultimately decides he doesn’t want to hear him scolding him about it. 

Besides, it’s not...unbearable. Just a couple more minutes won’t matter much. 

Liu Qingge frowns down at him, but its exasperation is softened by a fondness he’ll later deny, and gently shifts their position so the man’s head rested more naturally. He sets Cheng Luan down and closes his eyes, too.  

He didn’t want Shen Qingqiu to fuss over a stiff neck when he woke, is all. 

[victoreign]

Slightly startled he puts down his bowl of congee , “ Fight ? Right now ? ”( JDJDJS FOR always fighting matches disciple verse uwu )

            '  Fight, right now.  ’

To anyone else, fighting during the time the disciples were meant to relax and eat after a strenuous morning of hard work would be appalling; Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, after all, prioritised goodwill and harmony between peaks and often encouraged their students, their head disciples even more so, to coexist peacefully during mealtimes. 

...But Liu Qingge isn’t anyone else, and the founding peak lords most likely did not have challenging someone to a fight for no real reason in mind as a bonding activity. It’s not like him to go out his way to pick a fight with one person either, always one to take on the masses, thinking the more people he fought at once the more chances he’d get to test his skills -- but something about this person makes his blood boil, and it’s not the anger he’s so familiar to feeling, like an itch that burns. He can’t tell what it is, and it irritates him. 

He doesn’t know how to look for answers outside of fighting, and so it is the method he always falls back on reliably. He nods at Shen Qingqiu and begins to walk away to an open field, expecting him to follow.