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“Shen Qingqiu has Luo Binghe’s legs wrapped around his waist, and he appears to be…

The door swings closed behind Liu Qingge, startling him.

Luo Binghe is staring at him, face…

Turning… red…?

Liu Qingge’s face feels like it’s also going red.

What is…”

—Chapter 12 Dual Cultivation or Date by acernor

Another piece I did inspired by Dual Cultivation or Date by acernor you should go read it it is so amazing!!

Censored for tumblr (hopefully enough for it not to get flagged, i tried posting it before but it was too much) but if you want the full version you can find it here on my Ao3

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wait no now i’m obsessed with binghe who has to live with that fact that he was so horny at the idea of sqq pregnant that he forgot him being pregnant would result in a baby

like binghe drooling over his irritated bloated glowing husband obsessing over his bump rubbing his feet satisfying his cravings going on and on about how it’s such an honor shizun is bestowing carrying their child holding his hand during the birth talking about how strong shizun is and then then mu qingfang places the freshly-swaddled baby in lbh’s arms and he’s just

fic idea bouncing around that i’ll probably never write:

luo binghe would absolutely adore the idea of getting shen qingqiu pregnant like frothing at the mouth he would beg on his knees once the idea implanted itself in his head and if sqq ever allowed him the privilege he would adore sqq pregnant as well. he would be as doting and horny for his knocked up shizun as anyone has ever been. he would be so in love with his husband round with his baby he almost wouldn’t be able to stand it

but the moment the baby was born it would take him so long to adjust bc wait now we have to care for this squalling little thing and shizun barely has any time for me

and shizun’s not even pregnant anymore

ofc he’d love his child it is also shizun’s child but the fantasies of pregnant shizun had not led to fantasies of never getting any private time and being shit on on the daily

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fic idea bouncing around that i’ll probably never write:

luo binghe would absolutely adore the idea of getting shen qingqiu pregnant like frothing at the mouth he would beg on his knees once the idea implanted itself in his head and if sqq ever allowed him the privilege he would adore sqq pregnant as well. he would be as doting and horny for his knocked up shizun as anyone has ever been. he would be so in love with his husband round with his baby he almost wouldn’t be able to stand it

but the moment the baby was born it would take him so long to adjust bc wait now we have to care for this squalling little thing and shizun barely has any time for me

and shizun’s not even pregnant anymore

ofc he’d love his child it is also shizun’s child but the fantasies of pregnant shizun had not led to fantasies of never getting any private time and being shit on on the daily

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fic idea bouncing around that i’ll probably never write:

luo binghe would absolutely adore the idea of getting shen qingqiu pregnant like frothing at the mouth he would beg on his knees once the idea implanted itself in his head and if sqq ever allowed him the privilege he would adore sqq pregnant as well. he would be as doting and horny for his knocked up shizun as anyone has ever been. he would be so in love with his husband round with his baby he almost wouldn’t be able to stand it

but the moment the baby was born it would take him so long to adjust bc wait now we have to care for this squalling little thing and shizun barely has any time for me

and shizun’s not even pregnant anymore

ofc he’d love his child it is also shizun’s child but the fantasies of pregnant shizun had not led to fantasies of never getting any private time and being shit on on the daily

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Piece i did inspired by Impermanence, Transience, Permanence by Best Bepsy (BepsyGray)

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Didn’t notice the fall.

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A piece I did for SatoSugu ages ago and never finished the bg on but decided to just go ahead and post

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Inspired by Dual Cultivation or Date by acernor

No idea if that is enough censoring for tumblr im kind of nervous for lbh’s tits

This is the first thing ive ever posted in the scum villain fandom and it also the most explicit thing ive ever drawn

Catch the uncensored version over on AO3

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Chifeng-zun loves his husbands.

Fanart of An Elegant Solution by giraffeter

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Hit keep reading for a jumpscare

I also made a version where nmj had a mustache bc halfway through drawing i thought wow this doesnt look like nmj so i added a mustache to check and forgot to delete that layer

(i also did one where they all had mustaches but that felt illegal so i deleted that immediately)

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Art I made to be a header then didn’t like.

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Art from my story how do i forgive myself (for losing so much time)

Wei Wuxian swam over to Lan Zhan and placed an arm on the wood of the pier. Something about the water and the warm air and the smell of home was making him bold, so his other arm snaked around Lan Zhan’s leg to keep anchor there.

“Don’t worry, Lan Zhan,” he said quietly. “Jiang Cheng’s a better swimmer than I am. He won’t let anything happen to A-Huan.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan said.

His ears were pink, and Wei Wuxian didn’t know if it was from the sun or the way Wei Wuxian’s naked chest was pressed against his skin.

Wei Wuxian moved a little closer to lay his chin on Lan Zhan’s knee and look up at him, delighted to see the pink on his ears spread over his neck and across his cheeks. So it wasn’t just the sun.

He couldn’t help the squeak of surprise that escaped him when Lan Zhan reached over and ran a hand through the wet strands of his hair with a soft look on his face. It made Wei Wuxian’s heart beat wildly in his chest, and he was sure Lan Zhan could feel in where he was pressed against Lan Zhan’s leg.

Emboldened by Lan Zhan’s hand still tangled in his hair, Wei Wuxian kept his eyes locked with Lan Zhan’s as he tilted his head and pressed his lips to Lan Zhan’s knee in an unmistakable kiss. Neither of them said anything, but Lan Zhan’s hand tightened in his hair, and he had to choke back a gasp at how good it felt.

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Lan Wangji had been happy before in his life, of course he had.

He had been happy each and every time he visited his mother no matter how short or how infrequent the visits. He had been happy learning to play the qin, even when he struggled it always brought a rush of happiness. He had been happy to feel the first flickers of his golden core, months after he had started his formal cultivation training. He had been happy each time his Uncle was proud of him and when his brother and he would play the finger games their mother had taught them. He had been happy when he received two mischievous rabbits from a certain guest disciple.

And then, for a while, he had felt great grief with no joy interspersed. There were moments of contentment and moments of peace then, but not true happiness.

Lan Wangji had known happiness again after the war, after the greatest of his griefs, after he had isolated himself to the terms set by his elders and emerged father to a little boy with mischievous eyes and a kind smile.

He had never known happiness like this.

He wanted to leap into the air or beat his chest. He was so full of joy that his stomach was tying itself into knots over and over again. He could barely breathe.

He glanced over his shoulder to find Wei Wuxian already gazing down at him from his perch atop his donkey with soft adoration in his eyes.

“Why does my husband look at me so sweetly,” Wei Wuxian asked, a teasing grin on his lips.

Lan Wangji could weep, he was so happy.

“Because my husband is beautiful.”

Wei Wuxian’s smile sweetened until it was spun sugar.

“Your husband,” Wei Wuxian sighed before trailing a hand down to brush a thumb over Lan Wangji’s temple.

“Your husband,” Lan Wangji repeated.

Lan Wangji had never felt such joy, but he knew he would feel it again.

Based on one of my favorite pieces of art, La Belle Dame Sans Merci (The Beautiful Lady Without Pity).

I call this one “A Beautiful Husband Without Shame”

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Snippets from an explicit drawing i did of wlw wangxian

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Based on one of my favorite pieces of art, La Belle Dame Sans Merci (The Beautiful Lady Without Pity).

I call this one “A Beautiful Husband Without Shame”

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The Jingshi was in shambles, things thrown to the floor, blankets and clothes scattered everywhere, an inkpot turned over on the desk, ink spilling onto the papers strewn across it.

In the middle of the chaos sat Lan Zhan.

His hair was down around his shoulders, loose and messy in a way Wei Wuxian had never seen before, even in the cold springs, even when they’d been trapped and injured in the Xuanwu cave. His robes were in a similarly alarming state, rumpled and stained and hanging loose.

What shocked Wei Wuxian the most, however, was the fact that sitting in his lap, chewing on the strings of his forehead ribbon, was a baby.

“Please help me,” Lan Zhan said, desperate and defeated.

—how do i forgive myself (for losing so much time)

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He wasn’t supposed to be out late, Lan Zan knew, but he was scared.

Shufu told him that when he was scared he could come to him or Xichen, but they were both gone to Lanling and his room was so big when he was alone.

Besides, Mama wouldn’t tell. They kept secrets all the time, like the silly song she taught him to play even though he was only supposed to practice what his teachers gave him, and the sweet bun she gave him one time even though he’d been punished with no sweets.

Mama took a long time to answer after he knocked, and she was very quiet when she asked, without opening the door, “Who is there?”

“Mama.” Lan Zhan said. “I’m scared.”

Still, the door stayed closed, but Mama spoke louder when she said, “Ah, Zhan-er, what are you doing out of bed? Why don’t you find your brother?”

“Ge is gone with Shufu.”

Mama was quiet for a little bit, but Lan Zhan could see her settling next to the door.“How about you sit with me for a moment,” she said. “I can’t let you in or we’ll both be in trouble, but you can sit.”

“Can you sit out here with me? It’s dark.”

After a moment, Mama cracked the door open so warm light spilled out.

“You can’t come in Zhan-er, and I can’t come out, but you can hold my hand.”

Mama’s hand was warm, and Lan Zhan held on as tightly as he could.

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Hi! This is thunderwear. I write MDZS fics that I don’t update often enough haha

Ive decided to start posting my art so I made a tumblr for it