#yingren

In the blue maw (Someone play In the pool pls) Yes this is a Rencest art

Cropped details and Full pic ->

instead of fighting with any degree of will he instead ragdolls onto the floor. this is his fate now.

in truth he was aware that if he continued to show no backbone, and ultimately leave his future in the hands of merciless gods - or gravity - then it would further prove to make ren angry, because when had ren ever been satisfied enough with dan heng’s actions to leave him alone ?

until then he was content to be the most obstructive floor obstacle one could ever hope for, scrolling on his phone while his tail actively sought out the demise of ren's ankles.

                 “  mmn.  ”   Liu  Qingge  barely  acknowledges  his  companion  as  his  attention  is  currently  invested  in  adjusting  his  appearance.  while  Bai  Zhan  Peak's  lord  isn't  necessarily  one  for  self-imagery,  he  isn't  all  that  inclined  to  leave  himself  looking  disheveled  in  the  eyes  of  others  either.  he's  not  vain,  but  he  also  isn't  a  slob.  therefore,  when  not  engaging  in  the  activities  he's  most  famous  for   (   fighting,  teaching,  fighting--   ),  he  does  take  care  give  himself  something  of  an  acceptable  appearance.  at  the  moment,  he's  fussing  with  the  clasp  of  his  cape,  trying  to  fasten  it  correctly  so  the  garment  doesn't  hang  lopsided  off  his  shoulders.  they're  about  to  depart,  sure,  but  he  still  has  to  leave  an  impression  on  those  around  him  as  he  goes   –   he  is  a  peak  lord  after  all.   “  you're  long  past  the  age  of  forming  a  golden  core,  but  as  you've  told  me,  you  used  to  be  a  swordsmith.  it  can't  hurt  to  try  giving  you  a  weapon  and  see  what  happens,  even  if  you  can't  become  a  cultivator  like  the  rest  of  us.  plus…  i  refuse  to  carry  dead  weight  with  me  wherever  i  go.  ”   the  last  part  is  said  rather  sharply  in  a  less-than-kind  tonation,  but  someone  like  Liu  Qingge  isn't  infamous  for  his  gentle  disposition.  acting  in  such  a  way  was  unbecoming  of  him   –   would  frighten  the  wits  out  of  every  disciple  and  master  of  the  twelve  peaks.

                  he  opens  his  mouth  to  relay  another  thought  to  him,  only  for  his  hand  to  grab  hold  of  Cheng  Luan's  hilt  a  split-second  later.   “  YOU--  !  ”   Liu  Qingge  hissed.   “  just  because  that  Jing  Yuan  can  get  away  saying  what  he  wants  to  our  sect  leader,  doesn't  mean  i'll  let  you  do  the  same.  hold  your  tongue,  unless  it's  Cheng  Luan  you  want  to  taste.  ”   as  Ren  has  the  audacity  to  coronate  him  with  such  an  insulting  statement,  he  shouldn't  be  surprised  to  find  Cheng  Luan's  tip  now  pressed  against  the  underside  of  his  chin,  as  the  sword's  master  glowers  at  him.  metal  gleams  ominiously  in  the  sunlight,  waiting  for  a  chance  to  taste  flesh  and  blood.  by  now  Ren  should  be  accustomed  to  Liu  Qingge's  irascibility   –   his  quick  temper  a  betrayal  of  his  otherwise  beautifully  crafted  features.  he  might  be  known  among  the  twelve  peaks  the  most  pulchritudinous,  but  he  also  held  the  title  as  the  most  terrifying  as  well,  due  to  his  poor  temperament  and  brute  strength.  they  say  it  takes  a  mind  of  tempered  steel  and  a  body  of  stone  to  survive  on  Bai  Zhan  Peak,  and  Liu  Qingge  was  the  immaculate  proof  of  that  statement.  alluring,  fair  skinned,  the  impeccable  figure  of  what  any  woman  dreams  of  marrying   –   and  wholeheartedly  fears.

                  rather  than  give  in  to  the  irritation  swimming  in  his  veins,  however,  Liu  Qingge  takes  a  couple  of  deep  breaths  and  slowly  returns  Cheng  Luan  to  it's  sheath.  he's  still  glaring  daggers  at  Ren,  but  he  has  to  remind  himself  that  this  man  is  neither  a  disciple  of  Bai  Zhan  Peak,  nor  a  native  of  their  world.  he'd  spent  some  time  cooped  up  in  Yue  Qingyuan's  mountain  after  being  vaulted  onto  Xian  Shu  Peak  and  offending  the  women  there  unintentionally,  but  after  some  investigation  and  interrogation,  he  was  released  based  on  the  conclusion  that  it  wasn't  his  fault.  and…  it  really  wasn't.  his  companion  Jing  Yuan  had  been  far  more  fortunate  than  him   –   if  you  could  count  accidentally  falling  into  the  arms  of  the  Sect  Leader  of  all  people  as  fortunate,  but  at  least  he  hadn't  ended  up  in  a  place  that  was  technically  forbidden.  Yue  Qingyuan  took  pity  on  him,  but  could  only  house  one  of  the  two  for  the  time  being,  so  the  subject  of  where  Ren  would  go  had  been  passed  around  by  all  twelve  peak  lords  until  Liu  Qingge   –   much  to  everyone's  astonishment   –   stepped  up  and  demanded  to  have  him.  not  for  noble  reasons,  mind  you,  but  because  he  wanted  to  test  him.

                  Jing  Yuan  was  lazy  in  Liu  Qingge's  eyes.  he  was  taking  advantage  of  Yue  Qingyuan's  kindness,  and  that  annoyed  him  to  no  end,  so  he  resolved  to  not  let  Ren  do  the  same.  even  if  his  interpretation  of  Jing  Yuan's  relationship  with  Yue  Qingyuan  wasn't  the  truth,  he  didn't  care  to  find  out.  it  wasn't  his  business.  he  was  perceptive  to  a  point  it  was  near  disturbing,  and  he  could  sense  there  was  something  within  Ren  that  Liu  Qingge  could  find  companionship  with.  he  hadn't  discovered  what  that  intuition  was  quite  yet,  but  that's  precisely  why  he  was  dragging  him  out  on  a  hunt  this  time  around.  they  also  hadn't  spent  all  that  much  time  together  yet,  so  he  couldn't  completely  fault  him  for  not  being  familiarized  with  his  habits.   “   we're  hunting  beasts.  demons.  whatever's  strongest.  i'm  always  hunting;  i  don't  stop.  i  rarely  stay  on  this  peak  for  longer  than  i  need  to.  ”   Liu  Qingge  mentioned  this  as  more  of  a  passive  statement  than  anything  whilst  unexpectedly  unfastening  Cheng  Luan  from  his  hip  and,  holding  it  by  it's  sheath,  suddenly  tossed  it  toward  Ren.   “  it's  not  me  you  should  worry  about  getting  injured,  but  you.  with  or  without  my  sword,  i  can  still  fight,  but  we're  three  days  out  from  the  swordsmith  and  i  won't  have  you  dragging  me  down,  so  take  Cheng  Luan  for  now.  it  should  protect  even  you.  ”   whether  this  was  an  act  of  kindness  or  an  act  of  disdain,  it'd  be  impossible  to  divulge  from  the  derisiveness  hanging  in  his  tone.

                  with  a  flick  of  his  sleeves,  Liu  Qingge  swept  around  and  headed  out  of  the  War  Pavillion's  front  door  with  his  robes  billowing  behind  him.  for  once,  he  wore  his  hair  almost  completely  down  save  for  a  handful  of  it  tied  up  in  a  bun  and  with  a  silver  ornament  adorning  it.  snow  drifted  in  a  lazy  haze  from  above,  collecting  on  clothes  and  hair  alike.  he  hardly  paid  it  any  mind  as  he  took  care  to  descend  Bai  Zhan  Peak  with  various  acknowledgements  of  ‘shizun’  as  he  passed  by  a  great  deal  of  his  disciples  along  the  way.  he  only  vaguely  acknowledged  each  one  with  a  stiff  nod  of  his  head   –   the  road  in  front  of  him  was  long,  and  he  needed  to  focus  on  what  he  planned  on  doing,  and  how  he'd  accomplish  it.  he  typically  didn't  have  anyone  else  with  him,  so  he  was  now  forced  to  take  extra  precautions  when  it  came  to  his  approach  on  hunting.

Ow.

"Ah... A-Heng..? What-"

"Get off of the floor."

both, huh ... the pages of this one's story were blemished and blurring altogether; difficult to read for even the eye of a p.i such as himself. call it a bad habit of his for being so curious. to be fair, it was quite literally his job to always be on the prowl or keep a keen eye for anything that stood out of the ordinary. ( ironically, once again for his job, he too tried not to stand out as much himself. ) something simply pushed him into spilling his inquiry out, like an onlooker peering through the shelves of books he had yet to read ... straightforward, this one. he's clearly had his experiences; peering into the abyss and dark crevices of things he's haunted by yet carry them with him.

" ... no. not necessarily. " ryouta admits, a shrug in his shoulders to express a sense of sheepishness. " call me nosy. " upon the sight of him whipping a cigarette out, an old, familiar tingle lodges in the back of his throat. he knew that a part of him had long attempted to die down on the smoking .... but one wouldn't hurt. especially since it was rather late; he needed something to help ... warm him up in this cold, brisk night. in addition, it was preferable to do it beyond the reach of the neighborhood kids.

pulling out his own box, albeit old and almost beat, of cigarettes, he takes one out, and soon realizes .... ah. right. he didn't have a lighter. his eyes follow to the stranger, extending it to him with a quiet, " ... you mind ? "

@yingren / cont.

Cw selfcest + incest

Somehow, Clear knew this would've happened eventually. Promising forever and moments of tenderness didn't eliminate the fact that snarls of conflict would stain what seemed like it would work out nigh perfectly; after all, having someone in your head meant they'd understand you at a molecular level, right? That you could anticipate and mitigate conflict before it even began. Theories didn't always play out in practice, though. If anything, this had all the hallmarks of someone who knew that but had grown jealous of that fact, that Ren wasn't the only one he could know to their very soul. Such was the nature of their existence as much as possessiveness and jealousy were human.

Perhaps what made this more twisted was the fact that Ren's seething jealousy was like a drug to him, vibrating through his core like he was caffeinated. Were he human, his heart would've raced not with anger or fear, but sheer, unadulterated excitement. It was thrilling to bask in, the greed in him wide-eyed and manic and wanting more. Though Clear's countenance remained neutral, his pupils dilated that was all the damning evidence in the world for his mental state if one chose to look, which he doubted the swordsman would.

Onyx sword manifested in his hand and he brandished it at Ren, gaze incisive but steady. The tip honed on his throat and drew a bead of blood from a nick that would heal in seconds.

"Draw your sword. You're too pissed to talk. Draw your sword, we'll beat the shit out of each other, then we'll talk."