Boop!

this strange new sqq smiles in a way that yqy only remembers seeing long ago

kisses for the war god!!!

that one twitter kiss trend because im a freak who ships everyone with qingge and i held back on this one, i have more than these

Luo Binghe jerks back as a toned, muscular arm snakes its way around his shizun’s waist.

“Who dares.” Luo Binghe growls. He watches his shizun shift in his sleep, moving away just enough to open him a view of a head full of curls and for a moment Luo Binghe thinks that he is late again, that another pathetic counterpart has taken his place. But only for a moment. When the man moves to follow shizun across the bed, it is obvious that even though he does kind of look like Luo Binghe, it is not another him. 

Well, that should be easy, then. Whoever the man is, he’ll pay the price of sullying shizun’s bed and once he’s dealt with, Luo Binghe will be there to soothe shizun’s heart. Surely it won’t be hard. No ordinary human can compare to Luo Binghe, after all, and shizun is smart enough to agree. Eventually. It is entirely possible that he will even thank Luo Binghe for getting rid of the weaker, inferior suitor, because this time Luo Binghe won’t fail. He will eradicate that hindrance of a man in no time and then it will only be a small matter of taking his place in shizun’s bed.

Only, Luo Binghe thinks, as he continues watching the sleeping couple through the Glass, what if this shizun just as attached to that unworthy human as the other one was attached to-

No. Luo Binghe is not to suffer another loss. He will not fail. 

He watches the man sharing his shizun’s bed, eyes narrowed and thoughts reeling. They do look quite alike. The other man’s hair is almost the same length as his, whereas shezun’s is tragically short. Is shizun a criminal in his world? Did his partner fail to protect him from the punishment? Was he too weak, too unfilial to commit said crime in shizun’s honor to begin with? 

Oh, but Luo Binghe is going to treat him so much better. If he were in that man’s place, he’d-

Well. Perhaps conditionalism is unnecessary here. Luo Binghe relaxes and sits back, closing his eyes in quiet satisfaction.  

“Don’t worry, shizun.” He says. “You won’t have to suffer for much longer. Starting tomorrow, you will have someone truly worthy by your side.”

***

Shizun’s apartment is… small. Small and as exotic as this world's general architecture is. The windows are guarded by clear glass for some reason and the material covering walls seems to hide monolith stone underneath. Maybe such precautions are necessary to protect people from the rancid air outside? Luo Binghe should have questioned shizun’s so-called partner about such details, but he was too impatient to wait for him to wake up after he knocked him out to steal his clothes. And his looks. 

No matter, Luo Binghe went through much more complicated quests countless times – strange buildings and noisy metallic rectangles won’t stop him. 

He is watching one of said rectangles, the biggest one in the room, when he hears the steps approach him from behind. 

Shizun. 

“Hey.” Oh, his voice is enticing. soft and raspy from sleep. “Why are you staring at my fridge?” 

Luo Binghe takes his eyes off of a humming “fridge” and turns to look at shizun. He wasn’t stalling, it’s just that his cultivation is a bit slower in this world and the strange air is giving him heart palpation. 

Shizun is even better awake than he was asleep. His eyes are big and green and Luo Binghe loses himself in them for a short moment. 

“Just appreciating the view.” He says, keeping his voice even. He is supposed to be shizun’s closest person who just spent the night in his bed – he can’t risk jeopardising the act by throwing himself at the man in triumph. 

“... view of a fridge?” Shizun raises an eyebrow at him. 

Privately, Luo Binghe thinks that any object that big and smooth is worth studying, but judging by shizun’s reaction…

“Yes.” He shrugs. “And I’ve come to the conclusion that this fridge is perfectly ordinary, so we can stop talking about it now.”

There! His acclimatization is exemplary, as was expected. 

“Okay.” Shizun says after a short pause. “Did you want breakfast? Shower?”

“Shower?” Luo Binghe repeats, not letting his brow furrow even though he is quite confused.

“Alright.” Shizun says, turning around and walking out of the room. Luo Binghe watches his back in a mild panic, but ultimately decides to follow him and face whatever Shower entails. It is hardly something too bad if it’s alternative was breakfast. And even if it is, he came too far to be stopped by it. 

Shizun disappears through another painted door and Luo Binghe waits outside, not nervous at all. 

“Are you coming, then?” Shizun calls and Luo Binghe takes a deep breath, before yanking the door and stepping inside the tiny room. 

“Here are the towels,” Shizun says, pointing at the short shelves. “and you can use my shampoo, it’s in there. Oh, the water tends to run a bit too hot here, so be careful.”

So this is a washing chamber? Why is it so small and filled with glass and why is shizun instructing him as if he’s never washed himself here before? Is it customary in this world to only take baths rarely? How rarely, though? To have a relationship warranting sharing a bed, they must’ve been together for at least some time? Luo Binghe himself has taken wives in a single day on occasion, but he knows it’s usually not as easy for other people. Has it been a week? A month? Does Luo Binghe has his own stone-and-glass house to bathe in? Did he use to leave shizun to do so instead of just-

“Hey, are you listening?”

“Yes.” 

“Um, okay.” Shizun says. “Then I’ll go fetch you something to change into? I’m sure you don’t want to go outside in- um, yeah. Give me a second.”

Luo Binghe looks down at the low quality black robes he’s wearing, trying to guess at what got shizun so flustered. Sure, the robes aren’t truly proper, but shizun himself is only wearing undergarments! His strangely patterned pants barely cover his ankles! 

He’s still contemplating his clothes choice, when the man himself reappears with a stack of folded clothing. He passes it mutely to Luo Binge and leaves, closing the door behind himself. Which is fine.

Luo Binghe is expected to do the Shower, so that’s what he’s going to do.

He undresses, frowning at the lacking body he’s currently presenting and steps inside what he supposes is a washing area. It takes him a moment to realize that shizun forgot to provide him with a water bucket. 

Luo Binghe is just about to call out for him, when the thought occurs to him – he doesn’t know shizun’s name! He is obviously not Shen Qingqiu, and they can’t be yet married, with these washing chamber arrangements, so-

“My love!” He calls out. “You forgot to provide this one with water.”

A long time passes with no answer and no water given. Luo Binghe frowns and calls out again. 

“Stop saying that!” Shizun’s voice sounds from right outside the door. “Just- just call me Shen Yuan, for fuck’s sake!”

“Shen Yuan.” Luo Binghe murmurs. What a fine name. “A-Yuan.”

“Shower!” Shen Yuan yelps, still not coming inside. 

“Water, A-Yuan. Even one as mighty as this one can’t possibly do the Shower without water.”

There’s some muttering and then the door opens to reveal a very red-faced Shen Yuan. 

“If this is your way to try to do that in the shower, then- then!”

“Do what?” Luo Binghe asks. Shen Yuan is lucky he is cute when stuttering, or else Luo Binghe’d have lost his patience with him long ago. 

“Do the sex!” Shen Yuan huffs. “Obviously.”

“...Obviously.” Luo Binghe nods, feeling excitement in his veins and heat in his abdomen. 

“Just- just take a shower already.” Shen Yuan snaps, stepping right up to him and reaching for something behind his back. Water hits Luo Binghe from above, but he doesn’t have time to marvel at that. Instead, he grabs Shen Yuan around the waist and kisses him.

He’s waited long enough. 

The kiss is deep and long. Shen Yuan melts against him after only a moment of struggling and Luo Binghe takes full advantage of it. 

“Wait,” Shen Yuan gasps against his lips. They’re both getting wet, but Luo Binghe is naked as it is and Shen Yuan can just join him if he feels uncomfortable in soaking clothes later. “Wait, wait.”

Luo Binghe stops kissing his mouth and moves to his neck. The feel of milky skin against his lips is addicting. Never had a simple kiss felt so good. 

“How are you so good at it.” Shen Yuan whines. Luo Binghe fights to keep his fangs hidden. “You definitely weren’t that good yesterday.” 

“I apologize for that.” Luo Binghe demurs, even though he’s never felt more accomplished. “I’m better now. For A-Yuan.”

“Oh, fuck.” Shen Yuan says. “Okay. Okay, just. Finish with your shower and- and I’ll wait for you in the kitchen. I need- yeah.”

Luo Binghe holds him close for an extra second, but eventually lets his shy shizun retreat. If he wants to play hard to get then so be it. 

Shower is finished with flourish, if Luo Binghe says so himself. He washes his hair with an oil he finds on one of the shelves and even finds what looks like a ceramic chair, but turns out to be some form of water fountain, near the Shower. 

When he emerges, now wearing clothes similar to shizun’s, he goes right back to what must be the kitchen. It’s empty, but he can hear some kind of commotion from somewhere deeper in the house.

“A-Yuan?” He calls. 

“Just a minute!”

Luo Binghe shrugs and decides to start on the breakfast. He finds matches quite easily, next to a candle stuffed in a small glass jar. What is this world's obsession with glass? He’ll have to read about it somewhere, but he is yet to locate even a small library in these living quarters. 

“What are the matches for?” Shen Yuan asks, walking into the room, wearing similarly indecent clothes, only dry. 

“For starting a fire.” Luo Binghe dutifully answers. 

“And,” Shen Yuan narrows his pretty eyes at him. “why do you need them?”

“To start a fire.” Is he a little slow? Or is he yet to recover after their first proper kiss? 

“Um, you know what?” Shen Yuan laughs nervously. “How about you don’t start any fires in my apartment?”

“How do I cook breakfast without a fire and wood?” Luo Binghe asks. All he needs is these basics and he’ll be ready to woo Shen Yuan with his food. How is that so hard to understand?

“You use the stove? Good old electronics? Toaster, at last?” He points to a small, square device. Luo Binghe examines it and finds that it does indeed smell slightly burnt. Ah.

“Of course.” He nods, feigning the confidence and tugging the Toaster closer to himself. “I’ll just ignite the Toaster. As is customary.”

“O-okay.” Shen Yuan looks at him with an interesting expression. Definitely not recovered yet. “I think it’s time you go home, huh?”

“What.” 

What did he do wrong? Is it offensive to cook for one’s lover in this world?

“I’ll call you later!” 

“How will I hear your call if I leave the building?” Luo Binghe demands, feeling annoyed. He was doing so good, why is he being pushed away? 

“Haha! You’re funny! Bye-bye now!”

“Do not presume to laugh at this Lord!”

“Right!” Shen Yuan squeaks, and he sounds scared. That is not how things were supposed to go! 

“Do not make me leave!” Luo Binghe demands, his voice cracking. “I can burn something else if you don’t want me burning your Toaster!”

“Do you have to burn stuff?”

Luo Binghe growls. 

“Fine!” He snaps. “No breakfast, then!”

“No breakfast sounds great, thank you!” Shen Yuan yells, backing out of the kitchen. 

“Where is Shen Yuan going?” Luo Binghe feels his blood boil. “Aren’t we lovers? Didn’t you dress me in your own revealing clothes? Do not try to leave me now.”

“What! I don’t even know your name, why are you being so possessive!” Shen Yuan cries out, looking downright panicked now. 

“We’ve known each other all this time and I failed to introduce myself?” Luo Binghe asks, still angry and confused. What is this world with its strange customs?

“All this time?” Shen Yuan reaches for something on the low table and Luo Binghe is momentarily alarmed that it’s some kind of weapon, but it turns out to be a simple black rectangle. Is he planning to protect himself with that? “We met yesterday!”

“Yesterday.” Luo Binghe freezes. “You met that man yesterday and took him to your bed?”

“Yes!” Shen Yuan says. Little rectangle lights up in his hands. “Just a- a one night stand! So we aren’t lovers or anything! Didn’t we agree on it?” 

“Doesn’t Shen Yuan realize how dangerous it is to take strange men to his home, his bed?” Luo Binghe demands. “Is he trying to get himself killed?”

“Oh, God.” Shen Yuan whispers. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“If Shen Yuan dean’t want to be hurt, he shouldn't invite strangers to his home!” 

“I just wanted to sleep with Luo Binghe.” Shen Yuan whispers faintly, eyes closing. “And I’m gonna get killed for it. How fitting for Shen Qingqiu cosplayer.”

Luo Binghe’s breath stutters. He wanted-

“What?”

But Shen Yuan is not saying anything, only looking at him like he’s some dangerous monster ready to pounce.

“Shen Yuan is not in love with- with this one?”

“N-no?”

“He took this one to bed because he reminded him of Luo Binghe?” 

Shen Yuan nods. 

So, this Kind Shizun has a Luo Binghe of his own already. It was all for nothing, once again. Unless…

“Your Luo Binghe. Is he dead?”

“Uh? I don’t-”

“You slept with someone reminding you of him. Is he dead? Has he left you?” If that’s the case, Luo Binghe can work with that.

“He never existed? He’s a character from a book? That we both read?” 

Luo Binghe needs a minute to think. Shen Yuan evidently read a book dedicated to Luo Binghe’s adventures and what? Fell in love with his image? Enough to seek closeness with him in such questionable ways, even? 

“A-Yuan,” Luo Binghe smiles, exilirated. Shen Yuan lets out a small whimper. “Why settle for a mere look alike, when you can have the real thing?”

Luo Binghe lets his disguise drop. 

“Fuck.” Shen Yuan says, wide eyes fixed on him. He must be quite impressed by him, too, because a moment later his eyes roll and he promptly faints. 

Another commission! @aryashi commissioned me to draw this scene from their fic "Cellmates"

Cue head disciple of An Ding SY, who spends most time roasting Airplane and covering for him when he's with MBJ.

MBJ sees SY who knows about him and ends up misunderstanding that SQH has adopting this child...I shall also adopt this child.

(Also because SY knows all about demonic culture when MBJ tries teaching him MBJ assumes SQH knows all about it)

SY being on a different peak but still trying got help LBH, he sneaks supplies into the woodshed for him, new Manuel, medicine, blankets extra food ect (he keeps raiding the An Ding store rooms and passing everything on to Binghe) even books about the abyss and demonic cultivation.

LBH has no idea where stuff is coming from he occasionally has notes and saves them all, he tries to find them but SY is good at covering tracks. He has got scent and sense of Qi but has never properly met him.

Abyss happens and when LBH shows up to take over North sees SY(whose there with airplane) recognizes QI/scent gets understanding from court and MBJ that SQH has adopted SY, and SQH is engaged to MBJ.

LBH instantly goes from takeover to marriage alliance. I want a marriage alliance with the North.

Youtuber Brandon Greer did a video where he talks about early pokemon sprites and makes his own based off the pokemon artstyle and a piece of art by Ken Sugimori:

So obviously I paused in the middle of the video and went to make my own version. The left version is my first try, the second includes some adjustments I made after watching the rest of the video and seeing his sprite and some of the bits he took from the pokemon sprites.

Anyways, here's my final attempt after I lined it up next to some official pokemon sprites and tried to more closely match their style. It's still not perfect but it was a fun little excercise.

(By virtue of there being 33, which doesn’t split into groups of 4 evenly, Vietnam gets to be the big photo.)

(By virtue of there being 33, which doesn’t split into groups of 4 evenly, Vietnam gets to be the big photo.)

gimli:

aragorn:

gandalf:

Boromir:

Elrond: