Is it a bird? No it's Airplane!

that one wip that almost got deleted, I now gained motivation to finish it🙏🙏

bonus bonus bonus if qingqiu is actually with binghe and he's off to deal with some huan hua or demon realm business so he's in the dark about this whole ordeal. qingge's pregnancy is a complete accident, it happened when they were both off hunting some species of plant that qingqiu really wanted to get his hands on and asked qingge to accompany him. Weird side effect from a plant (idk) and binghe comes back to find out what happened. He's losing it bcs what's his relationship with the child? he doesn't wanna be an uncle, does the concept of child in law exist? what does that make his and qingge's relationship? will shizun abandon him or the child? cause he shouldn't do either of those things. but what's going to happen and god why does qingge look so good (camera pans to qingge an absolute mess, gnawing on the bones of some weirdass food he's having, hair all messy and tied up, dark circles under his eyes and hasn't showered in a week, wearing stained clothes and in the most wretched mood ever) so binghe's just having a midlife crisis abt his weird messed up 3 way that's not really a 3 way cause he wasnt there and he's kinda sad that he was left out??? and mingyan is having the time of her life watching bingqiu deal with her fussy pregnant brother and trying to figure out what their relationship would be and clocking the fact that they're very attracted to qingge rn and don't know how to act while qingge is Not having it and essentially oblivious to their attraction towards him (he has bigger problems).

wip

I desperately needed a break from the comics inks and thumbnails I’ve been doing so I gave myself a Liu Qingge as a treat. I think I like the black and white version more but I wanted to play around with some new brushes!

Like a stranger

references

PIDW Ning Yingying wears only the finest, heaviest silks. She leaves her rooms in no less than 10 kilograms of fabric and jewelry. Her hair is heavy with gold, her fingers clawed with gems, her breast clinking with jade. She keeps a fan in one hand— her collection now big enough to use two a day and never repeat one in a year. She does not do anything useful for her husband or the kingdom, and she rather prefers it that way. She masters every instrument, reads every text, sees every play, and hisses at anyone who dares to tell her to try harder. By now she must be the most knowledgeable scholar in the world, yet she will not lift a finger to help those below her. Why should she? She is a part of the problem after all. Her life is built on the suffering of millions, the deaths of billions. There is nothing she can do to change or stop this, so why try? She has accepted that she is now the lowliest of scum, and she is content to remain passive in the face of this fact. Why do anything else?

Spoken for me - svsss

One man army