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magma doodles w @artsarasp !!!

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Ya know me, i want a lil glipse at the wings!moshang doc :}
I’ll give you a nonSQH POV snippet as a treat, bestie <3
-WIP SNIPPET-
“I wonder what happened to put him in such a bad mood.”
Mobei Zhun watches as his father glances at a corner of the hall before meeting his eyes once more and pointedly raising an eyebrow.
He follows the path that the king’s gaze had taken across the bounty hall, over the heads of its many guests and staff that dally and celebrate raucously around the feasting tables— only to find his uncle at the end of it, arms crossed over his broad, ostentatiously bare chest and practically glowering at the wall as he ignores any attempt at conversation from the court officials around him.
Instead of looking away as his father had, Mobei Zhun continues to stare. In fact, he funnels as much of his negative thoughts and emotions into his stare, until his uncle feels his gaze and glances up to meet it.
Immediately, his uncle’s glower becomes several levels more icy and severe. It does nothing to change Mobei Zhun’s mind on the fact that the expression can actually be described as a pout.
His uncle hates the babyface he’d been cursed with, instead of his brother the king’s squarer jawline. Which Mobei Zhun had inherited. And not his uncle.
His father whistles lowly — barely a soft sound from between slightly pursed lips, as to not cause any alarm to the hall’s guests.
“Really, what did you do?” Father asks him.
Mobei Zhun scoffs. He did nothing.
His uncle, on the other hand, had overstepped.
Mobei Zhun wraps a hand around his wrist, palm covering the unassuming braided bracelet. The small, delicate, downy-soft crane feather tucked into the weave tickles right above his pulse point, and he feels himself calm, overcoming the rage that fills him even now whenever he remembers how his uncle had tried to take it.
“He said it was just a joke.” He sneers, words barely a murmur. “He is not funny.”
His father eyes him, now, an unreadable expression on his face.
Mobei Zhun has always been terrible at reading anyone, much less his own father. He’d given up on trying long ago, but —
“No,” his father agrees, eyes darting down to his son’s clasped hands before returning to watching his brother stand all the way across the hall, silent and angry and alone of family.
“He isn’t, is he.”
Mmmmmmm ocs food
you're going on a hike, how about u write about Binghe going on a hike with shizun?
sorry this is a day late! it turned out super sappy lol
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Luo Binghe had spent a long time fantasizing about his future with Shen Qingqiu. Many of those fantasies had been strictly private and unsuitable for polite company, but many others had been innocent. Fantasies about living in the Bamboo House forever, attending to all Shen Qingqiu’s domestic needs. Fantasies about becoming a strong cultivator, becoming a suitable cultivation partner for a peak lord of Shen Qingqiu’s caliber.
And fantasies of days like this, following at Shen Qingqiu’s heels like a good head disciple should, assisting him with research for his bestiary.
“Binghe, look!” Shen Qingqiu exclaimed, voice hushed so as not to startle the beasts they’d been tracking. They crouched together in the brush, obscured from the creatures’ view.Â
The beasts they were searching for today were some obscure variety of rodent, somewhere between a rabbit and a large squirrel, with incongruously menacing teeth and fur so pale they blended in perfectly with the snow around them. Apparently they were notoriously shy and difficult to find, made worse by the fact that they were only found near the peak of one specific mountain. The creatures were most active in the winter, when the mountain’s terrain was most difficult for humans to navigate, but they’d gotten lucky today; they had a break from the near constant blizzards that haunted this mountain, leaving the sky the kind of crisp blue reserved for remarkably cold winter days. Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe flew up the mountain early in the morning and had been tracking the creatures for hours before finally spotting them.
“Quick,” Shen Qingqiu whispered, pressing a notebook and stick of charcoal in Luo Binghe’s hands. “Sketch them, and I’ll take notes. You’re the better artist, anyway,” he said, the praise spilling easily from his mouth as he retrieved his own notes.
“Only because Shizun taught me so well,” Luo Binghe said, brimming with pride. Shen Qingqiu huffed and flicked his forehead, but his attention was elsewhere.
“I can’t believe they’ve let us get so close,” Shen Qingqiu murmured, taking notes in a shorthand Luo Binghe could still only partially decipher. “Look, are those the kits? I don’t think their young have ever been documented. We’ll be the first!”Â
Luo Binghe watched the animals hop around in the clearing, carefully sketching them. The babies were quite cute, resembling little snowballs as they snuggled with what must be their mother. “Does Shizun want one?”Â
“Want one?” Shen Qingqiu startled, then shook his head. “Of course not. Look how happy they are with their mother. I couldn’t bear separating them.”
One particularly clingy kit squished against its mother’s chest and made a whiny, trilling sound. The mother obligingly began grooming between its ears.
Luo Binghe scooted closer to Shen Qingqiu so they were pressed together from hips to shoulders. Shen Qingqiu absently rubbed Luo Binghe’s back for just a moment before returning to his notes.
Trick or Treat, Zain :)
TRICK!!!!! TRSNS AU WHERE EVERYONE IS DEAD
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I like, know 5 yongs and I'm too afraid to ask about the remaining BILLION you've drawn xD they all look so good!
Hehe thanks!!! I’ll be posting another batch of song doodles tonight (just one song, but… well…) so get ready for L O R E :-]
Last bunch of sketches (for now)
Hiiii, I remember seeing your post about wanting some ghost stories a while back and i think you should read "The Forbidden Harbour" by Teresa Radice and Stefano Turconi because its 3 am and I'm SOBBING over it. Also the art is just spectacular and wonderful to see!
Ooh thank you I will definitely check it out! The art looks really delightful!