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My first illustration for my typesetting of the amazing fic I wish you were my husband 🤭

He's been odd since his first visit to another universe, and Mobei Jun is eventually able to piece together that he met himself there... And that the alternate version of himself had only one wife and felt no need for more.

As soon as he heard that Mobei Jun knew this would be a Problem. Women are Junshang's only vices, and it doesn't take a genius to guess he's looking for something in them that he cannot find within himself. That such a woman apparently exists, but only in another universe must rankle him.

And indeed Junshang abandons his usual bride collecting habits, and turns to trying to find this mystery woman in this universe or others.

The travelling between universes worries him, his people have many such stories about that type of travel going horribly wrong ... He's almost relieved when Junshang returns from one of these trips with a strange flat blue box trailing him. Maybe it will inspire Junshang to stay home more often. (Mobei Jun is a little sick of taking on all of these disasters Junshang usually handles.)

And Junshang does stay, his attention split now between his duties and whatever strange projects the box tells him.

The collapse of the harem is inevitable. Most of the women leave with their divorces and a chunk of the Treasury without complaints. Some make things difficult though... And a few, only three or so, stay anyway, presumably out of love for their husband. Though perhaps they just truly have nowhere else to go.

The machine Junshang pours most of his attention into is bizarre. Mobei Jun won't pretend to understand what it does. (He does have a generator installed in his own palace, electric lights are far less labor intensive than candles or magic lighting.)

The machine says a lot of things in the same tinkling voice the blue box used. He doesn't understand most of them, but eventually Junshang gets what he wants out of the machine it seems.

He leans over the large blue screen, eyes fixed on a blinking dot on it.

"There you are." Junshang says.

"WARNING! LOW PRECISION MATCH! CANNOT PERFORM EXACT RELOCATION!"

"We don't need that! Make the transfer!"

"WARNING! ESTIMATED SIZE OF TRANSFER -"

"I don't care! Do it!"

There's an enormous earthquake then, Mobei Jun has to kneel to avoid falling over, it's brief though, over in a few seconds.

"What did you do?" Mobei Jun asked.

"I found him," Junshang said. "And brought him here."

Him? Huh.

The machine chimed again. "Relocation of City of Shanghai complete, approximate population transferred with greater metropolitan area 24,000,000."

Mobei Jun stared. Junshang stared.

"How many?" Junshang said.

"Target Shen Yuan resides in Shanghai Municipality, due to low precision seeking Target's entire hometown was relocated to ensure his safe transfer. Estimated population of Shanghai is 24 million people."

Cats groom each other by licking to bond, show affection, help with hygiene, or even establish social hierarchy. It’s common for mothers to groom their kittens, too…

Error system.

Shang Qinghua is such a mood in this drawing. This is my biggest piece I’ve made these past day. Honestly if I do color environments, there must be saturated colors or else it’s too boring for me to do it.

Sometimes I feel like my 18 y.o self. Because it’s summer and I am sad. A lot of different applications I’ve made has been rejected. And it’s hard not to feel unmotivated. Connecting with people can be hard too.

But then I remember I’m not eighteen anymore. I have a lots of ressources and my life is a lot brighter than before. So I will take my eighteen year old self’s hand and tell them

QQQ: What are you talking about?! We can literally see a whole group of ghosts clinging to him with the bare eye!

WQW: I tested him with every sword, he’s not—

LQG: Well if he’s not possessed then what is this?

YQY: Don’t worry Xiao-Jiu, I’m sure we’ll figure out how to fix this….

SQQ: Do NOT call me—

MQF: Hey hey hey let’s all stay calm… please…

SQQ: I am calm.

MQF: Shen shixiong—

YQY: Xiao-Jiu—

QQQ: And what’s up with you, ah? You can barely keep your babbling mouth shut most of the time and all of a sudden you’re quiet as a mouse.

All eyes turned to Shang Qinghua. All of them carried expectant gazes like he could magically fix this bizarre situation. A very strange group of ghosts had made their way onto Cang Qiong Mountain. They were neither malicious nor resentful; actually they didn’t really do anything but stick to Shen Qingqiu. It was truly a strange sight to behold. They were almost entirely white in color, faces distorted or gone entirely, bodies far too small and dressed in the simplest of garments.

They looked like children who had died before they even understood the concepts of life and death and their identities. Well, they looked like that because that’s exactly what they were.

SQQ: You do know something don’t you? Spit it out already, you rat!

SQH: Ah— that— so I— Shen Shixiong, they’re harmless I promise!

YQY: Shang shidi, if you know how to resolve this…

SQH: Oh no. No no no. Let’s just— let’s just wait and see? They really are harmless so—

SQQ: What the hell is that supposed to mean? Just wait and see?

MQF: Shang shidi, please.

SQH: how about we don’t…

LQG, QQQ & SQQ: Shang Qinghua!

SQH: Okay, look. You won’t like what I know about them and it doesn’t really help to get rid of them anyway so how about we—

SQQ: Spit. It. Out.

SQH: Okay okay okay but you gotta promise to not kill me!

SQQ: …

SQH: Promise!

SQQ: Urgh I promise. Now talk.

SQH: Well, okay, so… I can’t— I don’t really remember what they’re called right now but… I have actually, unfortunately encountered them before. They really are harmless. These ghosts they… stem from children who died very young. Like really young. Usually in slow, brutal ways… torture, assault, those things…. All they really do is cling to each other for comfort and flow from place to place.

The room stayed quiet for a moment.

SQQ: And? Why are they sticking to me?

SQH: That— I— You really don’t want me to say it, Shixiong…

If a gaze could kill.

He wore eyeliner around his eyes -> Shen Yuan wears it on his lower eyelids, it opens his eyes a little more and makes him look kinder, but the original goods wore it on his upper eyelids for a sharper, meaner look;

His hair is neatly tied back -> Shen Yuan has bangs, but the original goods didn't let a single hair strand escape to his forehead;

He has an aloof and cold exterior -> Shen Yuan expresses very little emotion, but the original goods actually scowled and frowned a lot, cold was what people felt whenever he looked at them.

Commission for @tk-duveraun ! Based on @cherrichou fanfic "Courting Disaster" !

a villain appears!

He wants Shziun somewhere he can't escape that he can talk to him..... but starts having second thoughts standing there with him, especially because of the disrespect and whispers of Huan Hua cultivators who will be guarding him.

Then realizing.... the noble cultivator thing isn't working, Shziun still ran from him... what good is Huan Hua/ or any of this charade?

He can clear SQQ name at trial but then SQQ may leave to Qing Jing peak.... maybe without him.

And he already has Shizun in immortal binding cables... unable to escape...and with charges unable to return to human sects...

The Huan Hua guards confused as LBH is just standing there before scooping SQQ in bridal carry demon mark revealing itself as he cuts a hole and reality and walks though.

LBH deicdiding the best rooms in the palace are a far better worthy prison for SQQ to stay in while they talk and with not having to play part of human cultivator LBH can focus on dotting on SQQ and getting him to talk to him. Making him food, getting him gifts and robes....maybe planning a wedding.

Bonus no annoying rivals or Huan hua disciples.

Just him and Shizun.

SQQ not sure what's happened to the plot, system seems oddly happy though so he's worried... at least Binghe is taking his time maybe the mushroom body will work and bonus he gets to eat Binghe's food again. Who cares if he's poisoned it he's going to die anyway and already has blood parasites.

While the weirdest courtship is happening human cultivation world in shambles as Cang Qiong is convinced Huan hua killed SQQ, no one believes magic portal sword.

All out chaos... while LBH is staring at SQQ with heart eyes while SQQ sits anxiously staring at pile of courting gifts doing mental gymnastics worthy of a gold medal

Bonus: LBH tells MBJ he's done with sects lets secure demon realm so no cultivators can stumble in and find Shizun.

MBJ:...so you don't need anything from sects.

LBH: Nope

Shen Jiu shows up furious and demands to know who Yue Qingyuan loves. Who did Yue Qi deem worthy of his affection. He mocks Yue Qingyuan when the man doesn’t answer and cruelty says that whoever it is obviously wise to not want to live such a moron. Yue Qingyuan begins to have another coughing fit and Shen Qingqiu jerks back upset, before storming away.

Yue Qingyuan’s condition steadily worsens and Shen Jiu is tearing the sect apart looking for whoever it is that rejected Yue Qingyuan. The other peak lords keep trying to convince Yue Qingyuan to have the flowers removed but he just shakes his head and says it’s fine before coughing some more. When Shen Jiu hears of this, he flies into a rage and corners him in his bedroom so he can shake sense into Yue Qingyuan, demanding once more to know who it is. They both know Yue Qingyuan’s time is almost up. He’s dying. He won’t live much longer.

“You’re going to die,” Shen Jiu snarls at the other man, eyes burning with unshed tears.

Yue Qingyuan smiles softly as a shaking cough tears through him once more. He shrugs. “I know.”

“No.” Shen Qingqiu is shaking with fury. “NO.” He slaps Yue Qingyuan hard. Yue Qingyuan's head snaps to the side, face plastered in wide eyed shock. Shen Jiu shoves him against the wall glowering at the stunned man before him. Yue Qingyuan gingerly touches his reddened cheek and stares up at Shen Jiu, his eyes bright with glossy tears. Shen Jiu snarls down at the moron's guileless expression and grabs the front of Yue Qingyuan’s robes, yanking him in close as he looms over him threateningly. “You don’t get to leave me,” he seaths. “WHO IS IT?”

“Xiao Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan breathes with a wheezing cough, chest heaving as he continues to stare up at him in a morbid, twisted awe.

“WHO!” Shen Jiu shakes Yue Qingyuan again, his knuckles going white. There’s a rattling sound coming from Yue Qingyuan’s chest and it’s infuriating. “Tell me who,” he demands, shoving his face in close to Yue Qingyuan’s.

“You. Are. Mine.” Shen Jiu snaps. “You don’t get to leave me again.” He drags Yue Qingyuan into himself and crowds him hard against the floor, pressing a bruising kiss hungrily against the other's mouth. Yue Qingyuan lets out a strangled groan and goes pliant under him.

Shen Jiu growls against Yue Qingyuan’s lips, “Mine. They can’t have you.” Yue Qingyuan hums lowly in agreement and presses into the kiss with a moan. He shudders under Shen Jiu and tugs at Shen Jiu’s robes, trying to pull him closer.

Shen Jiu pulls back and grabs Yue Qingyuan’s jaw forcefully, jerking his gaze to meet his own. “You will forget about them. You belong to me.”

“It’s as Xiao Jiu says,” Yue Qingyuan murmurs, dazedly, a slight smile tugging at lips.

Shen Jiu’s grip on his jaw tightens and he scowls down at the serene face. “You will forget about them,” he promises threateningly. “You are having those roots removed.”

Yue Qingyuan blinks up at him in infuriating befuddlement. Shen Jiu glowers and leans in close again, “They. Will. Be. Removed.”

Yue Qingyuan blinks. “There’s no need.”

“What the fuck do you mean there’s no need?” Shen Jiu’s voice burns with unconcealed fury.

“There’s no need,” Yue Qingyuan says again, smiling softly. His hand tightens in Shen Jiu’s robes, tugging him down slightly. “Xiao Jiu’s cure works best.”

Shen Jiu stares. “What?”

Yue Qingyuan blinks up at Shen Jiu earnestly, cheeks flushed a light pink. “Xiao Jiu’s cure is effective.” Yue Qingyuan glances away nervously and wets his lips. “Xiao Jiu could keep curing me if he wants?” he says hopefully, embarrassment coloring his voice.

“What?” Shen Jiu blinks at Yue Qingyuan’s flushed face in angry, bewilderment. “Roots were just suffocating you to death. What do you mean there’s no need.” He yanks at Yue Qingyuan’s jaw to force their gazes together again and watches in bafflement as Yue Qingyuan’s throat bobs and his flush gets deeper.

Gongyi Xiao!! Specifically Shen Yuan-as-Gongyi Xiao from my favourite svsss fic ever, Tarnished Gold by @primtheamazing

under luo binghe’s rule, any alpha or omega in the general populace is brought to bingge’s palace. omega women are added to the harem without question, tho there are a notable few alpha women there as well (shl and lmy).

sy transmigrates into a wandering omega cultivator exploring the world (the world building was the best part of that dumbfuck novel and now he gets to experience it firsthand!!!). his exploration quickly takes him from the few safe remaining human cities and into the wider world.

He’s a rouge cultivator now, with a cool sword, enough money, long-ass hair and zero actual responsibilities!

So, all in all, Shen Yuan hit a jackpot. He travels, makes notes of monsters he sees and sometimes fights, collects rare herbs and flowers and feels just great.

He feels decidedly less great, when after defeating a Six Eyed Spider Viper in some nameless, remote village, he receives a bride as a payment. It shockes him into a stupor for long enough for the villagers to think he actually agreed, so as soon as he can talk again, he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind:

“This one is already married!”

It doesn’t work as well as he hoped.

“So Nie Rong can be a second wife.” An auntie, possibly Nie Rong’s mother, waves her hand dismissively at him.

“No, no,” Shen Yuan scrambles. “This one wasn’t being clear enough. This one is not in position to take wives! He is- is, uh.”

“Master is a wife?” Nie Rong chrips, her cheeks reddened.

“Uh. Sure. Yeah.” Shen Yuan would like to leave the village immediately. A thrill of defeating a cool fucking monster wasn’t even worth the embarrassment!

“Master’s husband must be quite powerful to get such a cultivator as a wife.” One of the villagers says, eyes glinting with suspicion. “Who’s he?”

“This one’s husband is indeed very powerful.” Shen Yuan squeezes out of himself, taking a step back. “Very possessive, too.”

“How come he lets his husband travel so far?”

“Oh! It’s easy, really. This one’s husband’s harem is big enough to slip away for a week or two!”

An agitated murmur passes through the small crowd. Shen Yuan sighs, feeling the control of the situation slipping through his fingers.

“He doesn’t sound like a very good husband.” One of the aunties says. “Maybe you should divorce him and marry our Rong-er after all.”

“This one’s husband is not someone one just divorces.” Shen Yuan takes another step back. “Thanking everyone for kind words, but-"

“Oh.” Nie Rong says, eyes downcast. “It’s the Emperor, isn’t it? That’s why Daozhang can’t leave?”

“Yes!” Shen Yuan yelps before he can really think. “So you can see how the situation is difficult for this one.”

It’s a shit solution to a problem. Might be the worst, actually. But then again, Luo Binghe would never know and Shen Yuan gets a perfect excuse if something similar ever happens again.

And it does happen. Quite too often, if Shen Yuan is honest — shouldn’t all the girls belong to the protagonist anyway?!

So, Shen Yuan uses his perfect excuse: No, he cannot marry your pretty little daughter, he’s an Emperor Luo’s husband. And: No, fellow rouge cultivator, he will not share your bed, he’s spoken for!

Everything works without a hitch, until one day Shen Yuan walks into an inn where he’s been staying for last couple of days and comes face to face with the Emperor of Combined Realms, Lord Luo himself.